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ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to dry humping — (MDNI)
a/n: yowhza this made me have to get up and walk a lap, i struggled with caleb so hes demoted to bonus boy again srwy bout that :(theres a new bonus boy though,, i may have been swayed by recent events.
zayne ! sets a lazy pace, almost lack luster as he perches you on top of him in the confindes of his office during a particularly quiet dinner break- big hands tucked under the hem of your shirt so he can tickle at your skin until it begins to burn from the delicate friction, a skilled tongue dipping into your mouth in the same less than hurried attitude his hands are showing.
he would stop your hands as they journey towards the zip hiding his hardening self from you, cool fingers engulfing your own as he forces you to hold on to his belt buckle for the remainder of your ride.
"too risky my dear, im on the clock"
he cant silence the squeaks of his desk chair as he meets his end. leather groaning in effort when his hips chase you into the air above, eyes rolling to the base of his skull in the most beautiful display of bliss. he buttons his lab coat up before leaving his office. stains of your love hidden behind the stark white.
xavier ! always wears light coloured briefs incase his moment arises, loving the way the material becomes sheer as he leaks with excitement- load after load decorating the cotton in puddles as he ruts into you.
"hmph- so messy" he's babbling in your ear between heavy puffs of air from his nostrils.
xavier likes it when you play hard to get in this particular scenario. when your belly down on the bed, scrolling your phone and barely taking any notice of his manhood smoothing over the hills of your backside. he gets lost in his own fantasy- perverted nature making itself known in the way he wraps his body around you, hands tucking below your chest and thighs squeezing your own into a tight line. he keeps going, going until he can barely hold himself up and his weight becomes invasive when he's lay on your back in exhaustion.
when he eventually pulls away, a stringy mess connects the pair of you, another outfit christened by a make out session gone too far.
rafayel ! thinks he has control of every sexual situation ever. outright laughs in your face as he mocks your whimpers- deliberately pulling his hand away from the delicate lace covering you just as the warmth in your belly makes itself known. his teeth are bumping yours with every taunt, chests squishing with every snicker. until you grab him through his boxers, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"hmm scandalous, naugh-" words caught in his throat when you tug him harder than before.
its no secret rafayel is competative , and usually sulky when you try to overpower him but he can't help but give in when you everwhelm his senses in so many ways- need for release growing with every passing moment. he's certainly well behaved when you form an o-shape with your fist, instructing him to use your hand like a toy through his pants. pretty noises being rewarded with a quick tightening.
— bonus —
caleb ! does that thing boyfriends do when they pretend to be hitting it from behind when you bend over for any reason, except this time his make believe thrusts get a little too close and before you know it he has his palm flat to your back , pushing you into the countertop so he can keep you in place and indulge in the feeling of his loose sweats rubbing on his bare junk- lucky for him he's known for being commando in the comfort of his own home and the material is swallowing his tip in a way that feels so right.
"thats it baby, jus- a little more"
jeremiah ! blooms into a mix of pinks and reds as the colour works its way up his chest and into his cheeks- timidly meeting your eyes before snapping them shut in avoidance. you can hear the unsteady rythm in his ribs, you can see the resolve slipping in the vice like grip he has on the sheets he's sprawled on- if they were living he would be drawing blood by now and his hips spring forward everytime your underwear meets his. even when the pressures almost none existent.
"calm down sweetheart, you can do it"
#myths—#love and deepspace#love and deepspace smut#l&ds#l&ds smut#l&ds x reader#lads smut#lads x reader#l&ds zayne#lads zayne#love and deepspace zayne#zayne love and deepspace#zayne x reader#xavier smut#lads xavier#xavier love and deepspace#love and deepspace xavier#xavier x reader#love and deepspace rafayel#rafayel love and deepspace#rafayel x reader#lads rafayel#caleb love and deepspace#lads caleb#l&ds rafayel#l&ds caleb#lads jeremiah#l&ds jeremiah#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace jeremiah
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just enough
warnings: nightmares and paige being annoying but thats lowkey it this ones kinda cute
request: hi!!! i loved you nika headcannons. would you be open to writing about her? i rlly feel like you’re hc abt her match up so well
nika mühl x reader
the warmth of my blankets encompassed me in, the weight of the soft fabric holding me down. i don’t really know how i was still awake, considering it was almost 1 a.m.
its not like i was staying awake, i was actually trying to sleep.
my room was small, but comfy. the only light was a streetlight gleaming through the window. it had one bed, a nightstand and, a dresser. a uconn ncaa banner was pitched above the bed. my dorm-room was surprisingly quiet, the only sound being a small floor fans whirring.
the silence was interrupted was a quiet jingle from the door handle. the metal clicked and the door creaked open, and a tall brunette girl poked her head in. “hey niks. couldn’t sleep again?”
“how’d you know?” she spoke sarcastically, shrugging while she walked in. the door closed quietly behind her. sometimes when nika can’t sleep, she finds her way into my room. after what was probably the 20th time this happened, i gave her an extra key so i didn’t have to get up to let her in.
i scooted closer to the wall to make space as she stumbled her way over. nika lifted the covers up and slipped under them, instantly moving closer to me. she gave me a quick smile before rolling over, facing away. “thanks. for you know. this?”
“yeah… i don’t mind,” i traced little shapes on her back while we talked. i drew a dog and a house and two girl standing outside of it before she moved. nika sunk further into the bed, “i was kind of worried you would.”
“why would it bother me? its really nice when you’re here.” she giggled before turning back towards me, making eye contact in the dark. “do you really think i would give you a key if it bothered me?”
she had really nice eyes, and they were looking right in mine. and the way she talked was so perfect, “i guess i never thought about it that way.” she blinked and it broke me out if my trance, but i was pulled back in the second i could see them again. the chocolate brown swirled around, darker on the inside and lighter on the outside. it had such a sweet look to it and the colour highlighted her face.
nika sighed and then we just layed there in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. nothing needed to be said. the presence of each other being there was just enough.
but i had to break it. i don’t really know why. “are you sure your doing okay?”
she seemed taken aback, her eyes loosing the happiness they had seconds prior to my words. “i- why wouldn’t i be?” she was laying so close to me that i could feel her breath shaking while she spoke, a nervousness coating her expressions.
“niks, i’m just worried about your sleep and stuff. you come in here saying that you cant sleep more often then not,” she pulled the covers slightly closer, twisting the edge lightly with her fingers. “and theres nothing wrong with you coming in here, but is something keeping you up at night?”
“its not like its important or anything.”
“yes it is.”
even though she was laying down she still crossed her arms and gave me a you should be quiet look. “why?”
“because your important. and i care.” a strand of hair fell in front of her face and she blew at it to try and get rid of it, but it kept ended up right back in her face. frustration grew over her face. after she started mumbling swears at it, i tucked it behind her ear.
“why do you care?” she spat, calmness buried underneath her mean tone.
“i don’t know, why are you interrogating me now?”
“you know i didn’t come here for a heart to heart. i came here to sleep.”
“i guess we don’t always get what we want.”
she took in a deep breath, “i’ve been have these nightmares, where i cant do anything right. and coach gets mad at me, then the rest of the team follows,”
“and nobody will talk to me, because i keep messing the plays up. not even you will talk to me.”
“and it gets to the point where nobody will look at me, because they’re ashamed for me. or at me, i’m not really sure. and in the end, i just stop loving basketball.” her voice cracks with those last words and it breaks my heart. and as the tears she was holding back slowly make their way over her waterline and onto her face, i pull her into a hug.
her voice was all squeaky and wobbly, “i just don’t want to be a failure.” nikas face was pressed against my chest, a wet spot appearing on my t-shirt.
“no. look at me,”
nika peered up at me, eyes still glossy with tears. “you are not a failure. you never will be, okay? we all love you so much. i love you so much.”
“yeah.” she sniffled out. my hand held her head close the myself, playing with her hair. my other hand scratched her back, trailing under her shirt slightly.
she wiped her tears with her sleeve before cuddling back in, “your a good friend.” she mumbled into the crook of my neck, her lips brushing lightly over my skin as she spoke.
she was still there when i woke up, snoring lightly. her leg was thrown over me and her arms were still wrapped around my waist. nika was practically a koala, but i didn’t mind.
i was just glad she was there.
most if the time when she came in the night, we wouldn’t talk at all and she would be gone by the time i was awake. usually i was asleep when she got there too. sometimes i didn’t even know she was in my room until she mentions it sometime during the day.
i trusted her, entirely.
it didn’t matter to me if she came in and out throughout the night and the morning.
after awhile, we just stopped talking about it. if she was there, then cool. we didn’t need to have a conversation about why.
im not sure what was different about last night and this morning. but i liked it. i liked talking to her, and i liked having her with me.
she was a cute sleeper too. her messy hair still looked perfect. i could just lay there forever, it was peaceful. but we weren’t going to, because nika woke up. she yawned and stretched her arms up, nudging me in the face with one. “g’morning.”
she peeled herself off of me, smiling up. “good morning. whats the time?”
i shrugged, “i dunno.”
nika got out of the bed, grabbing my hands and pulling me up with her. she didn’t let go when she started to talk, “hey, I’m sorry about last night.”
i smiled at her, it was more of a sad smile though. my thumb traced over her hand, “don’t be. everybody needs somebody.”
she squeezed both of my hands before pulling me into a hug, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my head. “no, i- you said you loved me, and i didn’t say it back. so i’m sorry about that.”
“its fine.”
she spoke quietly, almost like a whisper, “i do love you too, by the way.” she smiled.
i held her face in my hands, “good.” i pressed a light kiss to her chin. “you better love me.”
god, her smile was perfect too. she giggled and smiled again. “ill see you at practice?”
“three hours mühl. trust me, ill be there.” she pulled me into a hug, patting my back.
she pulled away, heading towards the door. “bye bye!”
i walked into practice with my bag slung over my shoulder, barely awake.
i had fallen asleep again after nika had left, only waking up because paige barged into my room, woke me up by scaring me, then still made fun of my scream.
then she forced me to make her waffles, then complained that i had no butter. like…?
i held my head in my hands, rubbing my temples. “p be quiet, for one second please?”
“but-”
“paige. shh.” i took a sip of water and began walking towards the court, not realizing she was multiple steps behind me. at that point, it was too late.
she ran at me and jumped onto my back which sent up both onto the floor, laughing hysterically. i was curled into a ball holding my stomach because it was so funny it hurt. “paige, why?” i laughed out, hitting her over the head for payback.
“oh you did not”
she shot onto her feet and grabbed me, hoisting me onto my feet. i wiggled out of her grip and started to run away, laughing at her as she chased after.
i ran into a brunette girl, grabbing her shoulders in putting her between me and paige. “help! nika, help me please.”
“what did you do?”
i wheezed as i spoke because i was out if breath. “i-”
the blonde girl cut me off, “she hit me.”
“you practically tackled me!”
paige smirked before running around nika towards me, hitting me over the head. she laughed as she ran away, “paige! i’m done.” i spoke as i lied on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
nika leaned above me, shaking her head while smiling, “get up,” she spoke, dragging out her words.
i groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, ignoring her.
her hands wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me onto my feet. “put me down. its colder on the floor.”
“no.”
once my feet were on the ground, i turned around to face her. i didn’t realize how close she was, because our faces were an inch apart. “not so bad up here, huh?”
“its horrible. i’m getting water.”
she snickered as i walked away, finding paige again. i walked over to the benches, grabbing my water from my bag.
“hm. look what the cat dragged in”
i turned to face the girl, “paige. what?” i sighed, “what are you talking about?”
“nevermind. i have a question.” the blonde sat down next to me, leaning to whisper into my ear, “what up with you and niks?”
“nothing! what?”
“you know what i mean,” she wiggled her eyebrows at me, “i mean she totally likes you.”
“first of all, shes just my friend and my teammate. second of all, this is very random.”
she stood up, putting her hands on her hips. “it would be cute.”
“i guess.”
paige made an explosion sound and motion with her hands. “so you admit to it?”
“fine, yes. shes cute.” the blonde pulled me into a hug and swayed back and forth. “ill make it happen.”
im shutting this idea down. “no, p. your doing nothing.”
“but-” i held a single finger to her lips, silencing her, “shhh.”
“please just let me! trust me it will go perfect.”
i closed my water bottle, placing it down next to me. i went to answer her but coach walked in, the rest of the ream following behind. “alright. lets get started! running laps! go!”
i was so sore. my legs felt like jello and everything hurt. i was laying on my bed on my stomach, scrolling on my phone. it was quiet, until nika came to my dorm again. she normally never came twice in a row, but i didn’t mind. “hey. whats up?”
“i need to talk to you.”
she was fiddling with her fingers and sweatshirts sleeves, a nervous expression pasted over her face. “i was talking to paige after practice today, and i-, uhm.”
“oh god.” i pulled my knees to my chest while sitting up in bed. breaking my eye contact with nika.
she closed the door and sat down in the beanbag chair in the corner of my room. “is it true?”
“yes,” i think i might kill paige. “niks, i don’t want things to to be weird.”
she stood up from the beanbag chair on the floor and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to me. “it wont be.”
“why, i thi-” i never got to finish my sentence.
nika grabbed the side of my face and placed her lips on mine, smiling into it. my hands made their way to her neck before she pulled away. “thats why.”
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Tokyo 10.44 am
Spring is almost over, here in Jujutsu High the sun shines brightly. Gentle wind in between the trees, it is definitely getting warmer since summer is just around the corner.
Here you are, after meeting with Principal Yaga for some elder’s business. This place doesn’t change at all. The same corridor, the classrooms, the field and of course the gymnasium. Standing at the porch looking down towards the field where you can see some first year having their sport activities.
“Running errand for the elders again huh?”
You turned your head and here he is, Gojo Satoru in flesh. He used to greet you with playful smile. Now? Acknowledging your existence is as good as it can be.
It’s been a while since the last time you saw him. After what happened in Shibuya, you and Satoru relationship wrecked so bad there is no point of return and also the fact that Satoru himself confess to you that he’s the one who finish Geto Suguru on that fateful day. It was the final nail to the coffin.
Unable to process everything that happens, you decide take overseas station. That way, you don’t have to face him, to face them.
Hell yeah, im running away
“There is some matters that needed to be discuss with Principal.” you answered without looking at him. Only to focus your vision on that sport field.
Just go away please
Satoru settle himself beside you, his eyes hiding beneath the blindfold. His breathing is steady, his silky white hair is dancing with the soft breeze.
“You change your hair colour.” He said it nonchalantly.
“I did. Needed some change so I dye it.”
“I don’t like it.”
You looked at him. Confuse with his calm behaviour. The fact that he stay this long with you and having this simple conversation is just weird.
“Satoru, what do you wan-“ even before you finish your question, his hand cupping your cheek. Even with the blindfold. You knew he look at you straight in your eyes.
“Are you gonna run away again this time?” Satoru ask you as He caress your cheek.
You move away from his touch and just start to walk away. Damn right you’re gonna run away again. Maybe a bit further this time. Far from everything and everyone.
“Let’s start over. Start over from the beginning. I lose you then, I cant lose you again. I understand that you need some time or even space to reconsider, just don’t push me away.”
You stop your footstep. You don’t believe the things that he just said, you can even barely comprehend it. You look back at him, in disbelief.
How could he?
“I know i’m the one who pushed you away, I blame it to you, even though i know that it’s not even you fault to begin with. I’m sorry.” There is no malice in his voice, he sounds so defeated. So tired too.
His footsteps is getting closer, and Satoru stops right in front of you. Satoru hesitates for a while but then he hug you tightly. Like he is afraid of losing you, like you are about to dissipate into thin air.
“I hate you.” You said.
“I know.”
Against your words, you hug him back. His warmth against your body. Your spring is finally here again.
Suguru, I got him back
The nostalgic feeling overwhelming you. He was your bestest friend and the one who’s still got hold a big part of your heart other than Him.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader#jjk angst
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saw your last fanart (16 of january) and it's so good
it beats me how this kind of colouring/painting is done though. how do you pick the right colours? the right places? the value of colour and it's warmth?
i always have trouble with colouring because i have a very strict basic knowledge of shadows and colours and no visual imagination
sorry for such a long ask
hi anon!! no need to apologize this is such a kind ask and i still really struggle with this sometimes. i didnt start experimenting with color in my art until around summer of 2022 and before that it was so frustrating to color that i almost didnt produce any colored work.
i also have complete aphantasia so my visual imagination is very limited! this leads to a lot of trial and error in my work because i cant tell what looks good until i simply try it lol
i will try to answer about my process as thoroughly as possible! but a lot of it is seriously just vibes, and playing around. a lot of what helped me was studying how artists i liked used color in THEIR work and trying to work it into my style.
a lot of the vibrancy and harmony in my work comes from my base layer, which i put under the sketch like im “priming” the canvas. when im coloring later on i let this base layer inform my choices and also let it show through in places for unification of the colors. its a lot like doing an underpainting except i dont go crazy on the range of values
the hardest part for me is doing the base colors over this layer. i dont have a lot of guidance for this because i kind of just pick colors to start with and then edit them bit by bit until it looks satisfying to me/matching the intended mood and harmonizing with the base layer. i edit the colors mostly by using gradient maps and layer modes until i find a version i like and merge it to just create a normal layer with the colors i want. i keep this base layer underneath my sketch
i render on top of my sketch/lineart always so i can better define the shapes and have smoother edges. this is the part where i really go crazier with my colors - some conscious decisions i make:
- where can i make my highlights and shadows stand out more? i accomplish this by choosing warm colors on the cool base or cool colors on the warm base. theres blue in the flesh tones of the face and orange in the blue tones of the coat.
- where does the rendering need to be more “clean”? someone viewing an art piece will gravitate to places in the drawing with finer detail, so i put a lot more work into the shapes and colors of the faces and the fish, because this is where i want someone to look the longest
another thing i usually do is pick one really saturated color and place it throughout the drawing. for thos one its that bright red, around the eye, blood, and outline of the fish as well as the characters’ hands.
this part of my process takes me the longest and can be seriously frustrating at times! something i always force myself to do is to keep working on it. whenever im like ok its done! i go back and render for another half hour and it ends up looking a lot better
gradient mapping the final drawing! for further unification i have a gradient map i made that works for most of my warm pieces
and i put it on top with an overlay layer mode and then adjust the opacity
it makes a big difference in the warmth and unification of the final drawing!! so honestly i cheat a little with my colors :P
i hope this helped a little bit with your question! my general advice is to also do some color studies of movies or pictures you like it really helped me get a feel for harmonizing color (and not being afraid to use really vibrant colors!!) again thank you for such an ask and good luck to you!!
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SFW and NSFW Vasily/reader hcs because help
His gunshot scars havent fully healed so he still cant talk
Gender neutral reader
Also uh. This is kinda long so have fun scrolling
SFW
Vasily's kisses are so warm and sweet. He enjoys gently pulling you close to him by wrapping his arms around your waist, and kissing you. It's like a blanket of love and warmth has been wrapped all around you.
And if you aren't tall enough to give him a kiss, all you have to do is get on your tippy toes (or, yknow, just ask) and he'll bend down in a heartbeat to meet you in the middle.
He'll give you lots and lots of kisses to make up for the fact he cant verbally tell you he loves you.
But of course if you ever lean over his shoulder to watch him draw, he'll write "I love you", before proceeding to smile at you with the sweetest little smile you've seen.
When you cuddle, Vasily likes to run his fingers along your skin - maybe on your wrists, jawline, or anywhere else youre comfortable with.
Vasily is quite observant and notices fluctuations in your mood. Sometimes if he sees you agitated, he'll act on it by getting you something to eat or drink and insisting that you sit or do some activity with him until you calm down.
Similarly, sometimes he gets so engrossed in a task that you have to pull him away or distract him from it to get him to rest. He himself doesn't notice when he gets too invested in something, so he's always thankful when you help him with that.
Sometimes he draws you when you arent looking. One time he showed you one of the drawings, and he could've sworn that his heart skipped a beat when he saw how flustered you got when you saw it, so he made it a point to show you each time just to see your reaction.
If you're an artist too, he'll always praise your artworks even if you don't think your art is that good. Sometimes he'll even ask to keep pieces of paper you drew on, or purposely give you small sticky notes to doodle on so he can keep it with him wherever he goes.
Sometimes you notice the side of Vasily's hand is dark with pencil lead. One time he looked upon you horrified after cupping your cheeks in his palms and notcing a dark spot on your face when he pulled away, only to chuckle at himself and relax when he realised it's just lead.
He makes it a point to clean up stray eraser dust, but sometimes you find some pieces that he missed littered across your table or floor.
He'll let you doodle little things or write messages in his sketchbook. He enjoys looking back on them knowing that it was you who added it - he likes knowing you were thinking about him. You once wrote a little "Y/N was here !" message in it when he wasn't looking, and it made him light up when he eventually found it.
When Vasily's hair is down, it tends to tickle your forehead when you kiss. Sometimes you'll run your hands through his hair, and he always hums softly to show you that he likes it.
Sometimes he'll lean his head against your shoulder, as if he's a little cat asking for pats.
He likes to help you pick out clothes he thinks you'd look good in, and would absolutely style your hair if you're okay with it (even if it's short, he'll find a way). It's cheesy, but he likes to wear matching outfits / colours with you.
When you're out for a walk, he likes to pick flowers for you and put one behind your ear. There was once a time you both stopped to admire a meadow, and he took that opportunity to make a flower crown for you. Plus, any flower you pick for him will be pressed and immortalized in his sketchbook by the end of the day.
When you and Vasily hold hands, he'll absentmindedly rub his thumb along your knuckles. The warmth of his hand comforts you.
Sometimes you sneak up on Vasily when he's invested in a task to kiss his cheek or the back of his neck or wrap your arms around his waist. Usually he sees you coming, but when he doesnt ? His sweet flustered expression makes your heart flutter.
His eyes are mesmerizing, you could stare into them all day.
Fortunately for you, he could stare at your eyes all day too.
and youll both be staring and then smiling like a pair of lovestruck fools.
Sometimes Vasily cuddles you by having you sit between his legs while you both do your own thing.
He likes to sit with you on his lap facing away from him so he can rest his head on your shoulder while you work on things. Unfortunately this also spells for absolutely zero concentration on the task at hand from your end, but he insists he just wants to watch !
He lets you make little braids in his hair, and he'll just let them stay there. If you want to add ribbons or clips or anything, he usually doesn't mind as long as its not super bulky.
He's like a cat in that you can pet his hair and run your fingers through it while he leans on you, and he'll be quick to fall asleep.
Vasily is less of the type to let you have his coat when youre cold, but rather when he realises youre cold, he'll bundle up to you and try and fit you with him in his coat no matter how impractical it is.
Sometimes youll tuck some loose strands of hair behind his ear or brush his bangs out of his face. If your hair is long enough, he started taking to mimicking that action for you.
Sometimes he lays down on the floor to draw, and you are always invited to floor time.
NSFW - also gn, refers to readers genitalia in a gn way too
You two have a nonverbal way of communicating
Tracing a circle on your wrist means he likes it, while tapping three times means stop
Tapping with two fingers means faster, drawing a line means slower
When you run your hands along Vasily's chest and body, he tries to put on a brave face, but you can always feel his subtle yet blatantly obvious jolts when you touch him somewhere he likes.
He likes to hide his face when embarassed by burying it in your neck or by kissing you.
He lets you hold his boobs. Need I say more ?
You can give Vasily head and through nearly the whole thing he'll be tracing circles on your wrist.
And when he gets close to finishing, he'll be tapping on the back of your neck with two fingers like crazy.
He's not very loud when aroused, but he tends to gasp and groan softly, and his breathing becomes much more audible.
When you're between his legs, you can feel the way he tries not to close his thighs around you. It becomes almost like a game to see how much he can handle without impulsively squeezing you between his legs or thrusting into your mouth.
Vasily is scared to hurt you on accident, so you sometimes have to reassure him. And even if he did, he'd do all he could to make up for it.
When you jack him off for the first time, he puts his hand on yours to guide you to touch him how he likes it.
Vasily loves when you sit on his lap and face him, it makes it that much easier for him to hold you close. Plus, he loves to tease you, and the feeling of you squirming on his legs gives him butterflies.
He'll run his fingers up and down your back and trail kisses on your neck, leaving your skin tingling.
The artist in him loves to observe little details, and he'll try and learn everything about your body that he can. Whether thats making a mental note of moles / birthmarks, noting where you're most sensitive to touch, and all the little dips and curves of your body. He'll remember it.
Sometimes you get embarassed and look away, but without fail he'll always tilt your chin gently back to him. He loves seeing you flustered, especially knowing he was the one who put you in that state.
It still hurts for Vasily to open his mouth too wide, so he cant bite, but he'll gently drag his fingernails along your skin.
He's such a gentle dom, but dont get things mistaken. He loves to mess with you and loves to feel your body pressing against him, as if youre ask for more without your words.
He'll purposely go slowly in order to savour you and your reactions, but that usually leads to you begging him for more. And it's a win-win for him, as he either gets to see you in pleasure for longer, or he gets to hear you softly plead to him.
Vasily pays so much care into foreplay, he always makes sure to set the mood in just the way you like it. Whether it's setting up the atmostphere with candles, or just holding you close and trailing kisses along your body - if you want it, he'll do it.
He'll always make note of what positions and actions turn you on the most. Even if it's something he's not used to, he'll do it if it means he gets to see you enjoying yourself.
(Not to mention that the more aroused he gets you, the better itll feel when he fucks you)
Vasily wants to start out gentle, but he can get a little rough if he knows youre comfortable with it.
Whether its pulling on your hair or being more forceful as he pushes you down. Over and over, he'll do it and find your reactions to it adorable each time.
He doesn't like to restrain your hands though, as he can't get enough of you touching him.
He likes to hold your hips in place when he fucks you, partly to make things easier for him, but partly because he loves to turn you into a mess only to pull out just when youre really getting into it.
Vasily will watch in amusement as you wriggle and try to inch yourself closer to his dick again, and he'll smile softly at you as your efforts are to no avail as he holds you still. He holds you there until you beg. Until you beg for him to fuck you.
Your moans and whimpers are music to his ears and he wants to wring as many out of you as possible.
You're dealing with sniper's patience - be prepared to be up late for quite some time.
And when you moan his name ? It makes his head spin. It makes him want to push you to the edge but not let you cross it, just to hear you say it over and over.
And he will do it. Over. And over. Until you beg for him to let you finish.
Vasily likes to fuck you in missionary so he can easily kiss you and see your face.
And if he gives you head, he'll hold your thighs in place so you can't squeeze his head with them.
Youll run your hands through his hair and he'll give you a little hum of approval, but the vibrations of his deep voice only end up pushing you further.
He won't stop until you're so sensitive that you wonder if you can even take it or not. And at that point, you're already letting out incoherent moans and noises that you couldnt even string a sentence together, and the words that do come out are indecipherable.
Saying that Vasily loves hearing you and seeing you in that state is an understatement. He wishes he could just freeze time and pull out his sketchbook so he can keep this moment and treasure it.
And sometimes he'll be staring at you so intently that you wonder what's going on in that mind of his.
(In truth hes just making note after note in his head so he can draw you like this later)
When he fucks you, he always pulls out to cum on your stomach. He just adores the sight of you breathless under his touch covered in his spend.
When you peg him, he's so obedient to do whatever you say, all while letting out low groans and whimpers.
When it comes to aftercare, any roughness Vasily mightve shown immediately dissipates as he opts to help clean you up, and he'll give you even more kisses to let you know how much he enjoyed it.
But of course youre both too exhausted to do anything much but wipe off any mess made before inevitably falling asleep in each others arms.
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Kinktober Day 18 - Humiliation
Today's prompt: Humiliation
Dear anon who requested this: I tried. I have never written Humiliation before, and I fear I veered more into 'dirty talk' more than anything. I hope this titillates you regardless.
If Only They Knew - 1,958
Rating: E
Content: Humiliation; Dirty talk; Rimming; Oral Sex; Guilty Obi-Wan; Mild exhbitionism kink (more like 'what if we get caught' kink)
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Anakin lounged on the tasseled cushions of the plush chair, legs spread and and shoulders hunched, an air of deliberate insolence swirling about him. With his chin tilted he looked across the room at Obi-Wan, a small smirk playing across his lips as he waited for Obi-Wan to enter fully. He was already nude, his skin a kaleidoscope of colours, the blue light from the moons coalescing with the warmth of the interior light, creating bronze highlights across his jaw and shoulders while the darkness between his thighs and the soft dip along his belly tempted and lured.
In the distance Obi-Wan could hear Windu speaking it someone over his commlink, voice trailing in from the open window as he wound down from the evening.
Obi-Wan had told himself that he wouldn’t go to Anakin tonight - that he would remain in his room, tucked away in the recesses of the palace they’d been given residence in by ruler of the planet that had sought aid from them. He would maintain his resolve.
But here he was, stood in Anakin’s rooms, the scent of perfumed soaps and blossoms thick in his throat, air muggy and full of tension as Anakin sent a spark through their bond, tugging Obi-Wan closer into the room.
“I thought you said we shouldn’t,” Anakin murmured, a pleased expression on his face as he shifted, legs opening wider to invite Obi-Wan in.
“I only said we should wait,” Obi-Wan replied.
“Wait until Windu can hear us?”
Obi-Wan felt a blush creep up his cheeks and along the back of his neck. His cock twitched, already hard and leaking. It was unbecoming for him to crave Anakin the way he did, and doubly so to give in time and time again. But they had always been carefully locked away, no one having the chance to know what Obi-Wan did with his Padawan when the moon was high and the shadows deep-set.
But Windu was close - close enough where Obi-Wan could still feel him in the force if he reached out. He was a steady reminder of Obi-Wan’s duty as a Jedi and a mentor, and a reminder that Obi-Wan had been trusted with a seat on the Council - that he’d been bestowed a place of honour by his peers. The thought of Windu hearing Anakin as Obi-Wan pleasured him only spurred Obi-Wan on, guilt mixing with arousal, cloying and thick as it slipped down his gullet and settled in his stomach.
With trembling hands he undressed under the watchful eyes of Anakin, before falling on his knees in front of him.
Anakin shifted, hips canting forward and legs spreading to show off his cock. Slim and elegant, it fit in Obi-Wan’s mouth like it had been made for him, cock slick and smooth as it slipped in between Obi-Wan’s lips and down his throat, Anakin choking him with his eagerness and youthful vigor. Licking his bottom lip, Obi-Wan looked up at Anakin as he brought his hands up to run along Anakin’s thick thighs. It wasn’t so long ago that Anakin was still so narrow, limbs long and awkward, muscles still forming, his belly still soft with youth.
Obi-Wan missed it.
The thought of Anakin’s younger frame giving him pleasure made Obi-Wan’s cock let out a thick pearl of precome.
“Already hard for me,” Anakin said, voice louder than it needed to be.
Obi-Wan chanced a glance out the window, but Windu’s room couldn’t look into theirs.
“Couldn’t wait to suck me off, hm?” Anakin continued, his cock bouncing away as he played idly with one of his nipples. “You always tell yourself you can wait - that we both have to wait. That we need to wait. But then you come into my room and beg me to show you my pretty cock like some animal with no resolve. Well, go on.”
Obi-Wan chewed the inside of his cheek and gripped Anakin’s cock, stroking it a few times to slide the stringy precome along his length. Anakin groaned and rolled his head to the side, hips stuttering forward as Obi-Wan continued to stroke him before he bent over and took the tip in his mouth. Salt and the taste of soap flooded his palate, and he sucked the head to collect more, adoring the taste even when he knew he shouldn’t.
“Always so weak for me, even when you know you shouldn’t be,” Anakin whispered, voice lashing and sweet all at the same time. “Always begging me for my body, ignoring all the codes and rules that tell you not to. Because you don’t care, do you? All you want is your Padawan’s cock and his eager little hole.”
Sliding off of the head of Anakin’s cock, Obi-Wan brushed his thumb along his bottom lip, feeling how fat and plump it already was. Anyone who saw him after he’d spent time with Anakin would know what they’d been doing just by looking at his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut as his cock twitched again, the thought of people knowing he was so desperate for Anakin turning him on far more than it should.
Sighing as Anakin pulled him back down, Obi-Wan relaxed a fraction as Anakin began to pet him, his touch tender despite the intensity of his words. With another sigh he sunk back down and took all of Anakin in his mouth.
Anakin let out another groan as Obi-Wan began to bob, obscene slick sounds breaking out across the balcony as he sucked Anakin’s cock. Thick spit spilled from his mouth and down Anakin’s length, coating them both in Obi-Wan’s hunger. As he bobbed his head Anakin let out a string of curses, his hips rocking up as he pet Obi-Wan’s hair. Hooking his leg around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, he dug one of his heels into Obi-Wan’s back, keeping him locked in place.
“S-So fucking weak,” Anakin whimpered, his voice breathy and soft. “A-always were, weren’t you. C-couldn’t wait until I came of age before you fucked me. W-what was it? A day after I was knighted before you shoved me on to your bed and split me o-open with your cock?”
Obi-Wan whimpered and pulled off of Anakin’s cock with a wet ‘pop’. Catching his breath, he leaned into Anakin’s touch, letting Anakin wipe away the spit and tears that had collected across his cheeks and beard. Opening his eyes, he stared up at Anakin - his little prince - watching him through the moonlight. Blood rushed through his head, blocking out all other sounds, but he could still feel Windu’s presence nearby.
“But you don’t just want my cock,” Anakin said as he pushed Obi-Wan back down, his hips sliding forward and legs tucking up, feet resting on the edge of the chair. “You were never satisfied with just that, were you?”
Obi-Wan groaned as Anakin exposed his hole. The first thing he’d done after he’d fucked Anakin for the first time was lick him clean, desperate to remove the stains he’d made on his boy - his Padawan. Desperate to remove the evidence of his own weakness. But it didn’t work - he couldn’t clean Anakin from his debasement any more than Obi-Wan could stop his deep sense of humiliation for how much he wanted this.
A part of him wanted to tell the Council that he rested between the thighs of Anakin and licked and kissed and marked the most intimate recesses of his body; that he would do anything for Anakin if he asked it of him, if only to please him and be given promise of more. But confessing would ruin some of the pleasure. Confession would assuage the guilt that made Obi-Wan’s cock throb between his legs, thick and heavy and bouncing as he stroked himself and stared at Anakin’s tight, pink hole.
“Sully your mouth on my hole,” Anakin said. And then because he knew it would hurt and please Obi-Wan, he added. “Master.”
Obi-Wan pitched forward and sucked Anakin’s hole before lashing his tongue against the whorled muscle, Anakin letting out a loud moan that Obi-Wan knew Windu could hear. Anakin tasted earthy here even after bathing, his own musk mixing with the subtle soaps that had coated his skin in the warm bath. The thought that he’d first touched Anakin here - that he’d taught Anakin how to fuck the same as he’d taught him his katas and how to use the force - made Obi-Wan delirious with arousal, and he laved Anakin’s hole with firm strokes of his tongue, bathing Anakin in his spit.
Breathing harshly through his nose, Obi-Wan wiggled his tongue inside the loose stretch of muscles, tonguing Anakin as Anakin gripped the back of his skull and held him in place. Gods, he tasted divine, felt divine, smelled divine. Anakin was divine, in many respects, spun from the strands of the force and given a form that could be corrupted and defiled. The fact that he allowed Obi-Wan to do this to him made Obi-Wan’s cock leak even more, thick rivulets sliding down his length as he continued to eat Anakin out.
“Y-yeah, that’s right,” Anakin whimpered. “Y-you’re so desperate for me. C-could feel your need through our bond all day. E-even when you w-were supposed to be l-listening to Windu and the Council, I k-knew you were thinking about my hole the entire time.”
Obi-Wan started fisting his cock, touch harsh as he shoved his tongue in as far as he could, splitting Anakin open. It was true - it was all true. He had been thinking about Anakin - couldn’t take his mind off of him and the way his curls rested across his brow and the shells of his ears. Couldn’t stop thinking about the space between his thighs, couldn’t stop thinking about his cock and how much he needed it shoved down his throat, choking him and filling him. He just couldn’t stop thinking of Anakin.
“W-What would Windu say if he could see you now. Naked and tonguing his Padawan,” Anakin continued. Obi-Wan could feel Anakin was close, his own hand gripping his cock as the other continued to hold Obi-Wan in place, balls bouncing as he jerked himself. “M-maybe Windu already knows. Maybe they all know what you do when they’re not around. K-know you get on your knees and pleasure me with your mouth. W-what would they say if they knew their perfect Jedi was obsessed with the taste of his Padawan’s come.”
Obi-Wan came, shooting thick ribbons of come across the tile floor and his hand, his seed scalding almost as he continued to sloppily kiss Anakin's hole. Anakin gripped Obi-Wan’s hair harsher and ground his face against Obi-Wan’s lax tongue as he came with a satisfied moan.
Collapsing backward Obi-Wan watched as Anakin relaxed, long legs dropping down as he splayed out on the chair. Obi-Wan rested his head on Anakin’s lap, sighing when Anakin ran his fingers through his hair, still sticky with seed. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his nose against Anakin’s stomach, tongue slipping out to clean off the strips of seed that glistened across bronzed skin and soft hairs.
“How was that?” Anakin asked softly, all the prior malice slipping away only to be replaced with tired satisfaction.
Obi-Wan sighed. “Perfect, darling. Thank you for… thank you for doing this for me.”
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The Punch [1]
Underground fighter JJ Maybank x Champion boxer Kook turned Pogue | Summary and masterlist | Note: JJ appears a little later in this part. 2368words
Red, it coats your teeth and swims in your mouth. The swollen knuckles and scabs are reopened from your fit of rage. It’s deeply sown into your being, the need to lash out as soon as someone else does the same to you.
The dry grass beneath you couldn’t cushion your fall mere minutes ago. The hard earth that hadn’t seen a spec of rain in the past few weeks of summer. Sweat clung to your body, chest heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath like you hadn’t been knocked down.
Scuffed boots crunch beside you, figure looming over you to shield you from the scorching sun. "Thought you were some big shot boxer." He spat his chewing gum into the tall grass, hand reaching to latch onto your elbow to pull you up.
You steady yourself on your feet, gaze settling on the red knuckles still wrapped around you arm. Squinting up at your assailant, you shrug your shoulders and trace the stinging warmth spreading over your cheekbone. Its hot to touch, the tears in your eyes blurring your vision. "You got me pretty good." Is all you can manage to say.
"Come on kid, tell your old uncle what's on your mind." The moment he calls himself uncle, he's shivering at the odd phrase. You'd only been introduced to your mothers brother two weeks ago and you were both still trying to get used to new dynamic. "Actually just call me, Reg."
Reggie Arnolds, ten years younger than your mother still had that boyish charm. A thin crooked smile and dazzling green eyes, the same you and your mum had too. You don't know why you asked for his help, but you didn't know how else to get back into the ring.
It had been two weeks since you'd left your father in the Figure eight along with all your boxing gear. You hadn't trained since you got to the cut, your mother telling you give your body rest after your silver medal from the last championship. Those medals still hanging in your father's office, they might as well be his.
You felt like you tasted blood every day, the metallic tang the only thing you were used to. That and the aching body you pushed to fight, what you fought for you didn't quite know.
"I'm just a little out of shape," you say bouncing on the balls of your feet. "Gotta get back to it, ya know." Shooting a breath, you practice your punch focusing on your breathing with each movement.
"Shit, you're just a kid not a machine." Reggie chuckled, rough palm clapping your sore shoulder with a bit too much force, that you stumbled back a few steps.
Shaking your head, you reach for sport bottle and take a sip. "Not if I want to get the gold next year." The weight of metal and the colour always hanging over you.
Reggie scratches the stubble on his chin and he dodges the punches coming his way with a smile. He's nimble and quick, with his body and his delivery of words. There's no way he hasn't taken some sort of fighting classes. You've tried to dig into his past, but he's tight lipped about it, even your mother changes the subject.
There's a hatred for your father, that was only one of a fighter. "You know what would piss your dad off?" Reggie doubled over and clutched his side, chuckle escaping him as he straightened up and wagged his finger in admiration to you for getting one in.
You tilt your head and squint back at him, boxing gloved resting on your hip. "Why would I want to do that?"
"He deserves it thats why," Reggie spat. He hooks his arm around your shoulders and leans down. "You wanna train so badly, go to the fight club on the cut." He's nodding his head as if trying to persuade you into doing something illegal.
"There's a fight club? Like the film?"
Reggie cant help put shove you away from him and scoff. "No, kid. It's an old boxing gym. The Maybanks used to own it, well half of it. But the Johnsons own the lot now. Ask for old man Rivers, if he gives you grief say Reggie Arnolds told you to ask for him. He'll let you train there."
"And it's legit? Like I can fight clean and enter the championships?" Your teeth clamp onto the velcro on wrist and you tear the glove from your hand. Throwing the second one to the floor along with the other. Your fingers make quick work of the ribbon of white wrapped over your knuckles, the fabric tinged pink where you'd reopened the wounds. Wincing you stretch and clench your hands, the tight pull of pain dancing up the back of your hand.
"Yeah its legit, come work some days with me on the fishing boat for money and you can pay for your time at the gym." Reggie take's your other clothed hand and untangles the wraps, the pad of his thumb tracing over the cuts and bruises.
"Fishing? Not really my thing."
Reggie tugged you forward, "you either work a couple days with me or ask daddy for money." He waits a beat, already knowing that you'll agree to work with him instead of your dad.
You don't need to answer, he nods his head and retreats to the house. The old rickety door swinging shut behind him. Sucking in a breath, you lean down and collect your boxing gloves and wraps from the ground, pain shooting through your shoulder as you reach out. The pain killers your father gave you nearly all gone, but you'd endure the pain if it meant doing things on your own terms.
As much as you enjoyed the thrill of a fight, the long and exhausting training days did a number on you. In the back of your mind there was always your father's bellowing voice knocking you down a peg or two. It made you train harder, spend twice as long on your morning runs that you felt sick. A habit you couldn't quite kick.
Pushing the back door open you wade through the small kitchen, your mother and grandmother both sitting at the table, smiles stretching their lips as you escaped to your room. It wasn't much but it was yours. Untouched and lacking any ties to your life of luxury before. The scuffed and peeling gloves hanging over your shoulder, hung to a pin on the off white walls. Your clothes still in your duffle bag at the bottom of the built in wardrobe with no doors. There's no way it was bedroom before, you're convince your grandmother used it as a laundry room, but it now has a small bed pressed against the wall and enough room for you to step around it.
Unable to keep your eyes from fluttering shut you let sleep take you, not worrying about the sweat coating your body. The lumpy mattress pulling you in as you sink into the centre.
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It's been a few days since you'd agreed to work with your uncle, your convinced you can still smell the fish on your skin. Doesn't matter how much or how hard you scrub, the scent is burning your nose. Hiking the strap of your duffle bag back over your shoulder, you stare up at the sign. A boxing glove dangling from a chain, 'The Punch' spray painted on top. The red glow of the light on the entrance door, maybe should be warning enough that you're out of your depth, but you push the door open. The glass pane boarded up with a cheap sheet of wood.
You wade through the dingy gym and the punching bags. There's only one other person on the floor, his punches echoing through the room. There's a rhythm to his throw, that tells you he's only focused on the bag he's punching, the world around him falling away.
The place looks a little grimy, a far cry from the brightly lit and all white gym you trained at before. It's hard to tell if the maroon mats have been cleaned or just worn out from use. A greying man appears from the far door, binder slapping to the desk. You make your way to him, hoping its the person Reggie told you to speak to.
He doesn't look up at you as you stop in front of his desk, your hand tightening around your bag strap as if willing yourself to speak. "Are you Rivers?" Your voice is low, throat burning in anticipation.
"Marlowes?" He peers over his glasses at you, lip curling for what reason you don't know. "I'm not interested," he says flicking his hand in dismissal. For a second you're unsure how he knows you, but you glance down at your name stitched into the chest of your hoody.
"Wait, wait." You hold your hands out and stop in his tracks before he can escape. "Maria Marlowes, yes. I need a place to train..."
He cuts you off, "Your daddy know you out her?" There's a hostility you're not used to, the way he mentions your dad makes you take a step back.
"I'm not training with him anymore," You say. He goes to open his mouth, but you interrupt him. "Reggie Arnold's, my uncle said I could train here."
The gym becomes silent, the repetitive thump of the punching bag vanished. You catch the blond's eye in the mirror, his eyes squinting and chest heaving as he caught his breath.
"Fucking Reggie." He shakes his head. "Thinks he's still got run of this place, lays someone out one time," he mutters to himself as he walks away.
You follow behind him, "I really need to train."
Old man Rivers is muttering to himself about stuff you have clue about.
"Rivers, just let her fucking train. Cos if I have to hear the two of you go back and forth I'm going to go crazy."
Whipping your head round, you come face to face with the blond, he's a few steps away from you and he's staring at the old man not you. A green bruise stains his chin and lip is split, but he smiles through the pain. "You paying your way right? Can't train for free."
You're nodding your head, eye's widening as the old man glances between you. "I'll pay my way."
"Fine, but you train after hours. Don't want your daddy getting a whiff of this and causing me hell. You got that?" Rivers points a stubby finger to you, brows furrowed.
You weren't ashamed of your spot or where you trained, but you didn't want everyone knowing you were going it alone without a trainer. It'd be tough, but you knew you had to do it. You didn't know anything other than fighting.
Rivers takes you on quick tour, telling you to use the small toilet to change in since they don't get any women training there. You nod knowing you'll just come and go without changing. There's a ring in the centre, you climb through the ropes and bounce on the floor, hands on your hips as you scan the room. Punching bags sway from the ceiling, mats in one corner for warm ups or training exercises. There's a few treadmills and weights to the other side, but your gaze falls on the large bulletin board in the centre.
You duck under rope and down the steps, the low lit bulletin board pulling you in. Coloured leaflets pinned to the cork backing, every Friday evening at eight reserved for sparring sessions and Wednesdays closed for kids classes. You pluck the tab from a flyer, entering the phone number into your contacts and almost drop your phone when a throat clears behind you.
"Wouldn't mind beating a champion in the ring, would look good on my resume." The blond cocks his head, brow rising at you. The baggy tee swamping him and hanging off his shoulders doesn't tell you much, the cuts on his knuckles and face do though.
"You're not even in my league Blondie." You stuff your phone into your hoody pocket and walk away from the smirking teen, you're sure you've seem him around and you could be similar ages, but you don't aim to learn any more.
Your half way across the parking lot when you hear his voice.
"What too rough for a champion?"
The rage that spreads like wildfire flickers inside you, fists clenching at your side. Your downfall of never being able to turn down a challenge, your hatred for male fighters always making you feel weak in comparison to them rearing its ugly head. "You wanna bet?"
"Bet?" He crossed his arms over his chest, smirk pulling the corner of his lips.
"Yeah, I win you leave me alone and tell no one I'm training here." You mirror his stance, arms crossing your chest and duffle bag falling to the crook of your elbow.
He nods his head, "and when I win, you train me."
You gasp at his request, "what?" There's no way you even know enough to train yourself, let alone a guy you've just met.
"Look, your dad's a prick, but he'd good at his job. You train with me and show me the ropes and maybe we can help each other out."
There's no point defending your father at this point, you've been on the receiving end of his rage and know how it feels to be down trodden so you don't even try to. If he treats his daughter like that, she didn't want to know how he treated everyone else.
"Okay, but I'm gonna win." You shake his hand as if the action is cementing the challenge. In your head you're already planning to scope out the gym and his techniques. He shrugs, his hands going to the pockets of his sweat pants. You watch him jog back to the gym, a light drizzle of rain frizzing your hair.
"I didn't catch your name?" You shout after him.
"JJ, JJ Maybank! See Friday Marlowes."
Note: I haven't editted this, so there might be errors. Hope you liked, I will be doing some more parts to this one...Already working on the second part - Yiiyii
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beg for it chapter two
crying my eyes out rn rip my old account
chapter two
There's a stillness around the campfire, the mist darkens and the fog consumes them.
She cant even lie, finding the odd amount of marijuana in the forests near the campfire felt like a good idea, it had been weeks since she had last been taken so the odds of her being taken today honestly couldn't be that high right?
She liked the calmness that tolled from it, the enveloping warmth that surrounded her. The way her shoulders relaxed into the high. If anything it was almost a miracle to find any type of drug around her but a serum in a half decent med-kit gifted by the entity and weed? She was blessed by the gods. Rolled with pages from a bible and card.
But now she almost wishes she had listened to Dwight and Claudette’s warning, last time she had indulge herself with something she had put them all at risk , half drunk stumbling into generators and fucking up with wires, after stealing She was pretty much hooked straight away. Arrived to camp with a pit of regret and a hangover.
But this time was different. She was slower, more paranoid and in a fit of giggles.
Claudette turned to her as she stumbled into the elementary school “don't try with the generators, just hide got it? I'll come for you when we're finished” and with that she left her to her own devices.
She wandered at first, crouching and taking in her new environment. She heard them get to work and the pained cries that had left there raspy throats, when she ventured to their aid there wasn’t anybody there, half stupidly thinking they had been rescued already.
She felt herself be watched moments at a time, but whenever she had looked back nobody had been there, convincing herself it had been the weed this whole time. She stayed in the same place .
She played around in the classrooms, drawing on chalkboards with the stubs, as she heard a generator be fixed, then smashed then fixed again, she sprawled out on the chair leaning into her arms and almost welcoming sleep. Reading through damp picture books and stealing things from lockers. She couldn’t hear the footsteps, nore the entities overly aggressive way of telling her to fight! To fight back dammit i want to see you struggle, stupid , stupid girl.
She waited and waited till no one came.
Her heart thumps and pounds let me out! and her feet are so heavy they don't leave the ground. They scrape along the tiles so slowly, she can feel the air leave her throat as she's forced to the ground, a weight against her back. She melts into the cold ceramic, her face scratching along the broken shards. And she can't even convince herself to fight back, so she lays in the stillness, aching to be over and done with
Calve into me quickly! Let me bleed out fast i beg of you!
To arrive back to camp with a pinch on the cheek and a hug for good measure.
“Didn't feel like playing today?” he whispers, he's such a talker this one, never shutting up.
Her eyes half closed and he pulls her head back to look back at him.
“Your high? Fucking hell,” and he laughs, its gut wrenching, it welcomes his whole body. His head is thrown back so hard she can make out the colour of his skin. Her head drops to the floor and she feels the white heat of it thump against her skull.
“I'm in a bit of a predicament arnt i?” and he slows, his resting foot put to the ground as he lifts her up onto her feet, she doesn't struggle as he grips her wrists in a savage grip.
“I killed all of your friends” he pulls her along and she stumbles.
“I thought so, you've been here too long chatting” she grunts.
“I like it when you put up a fight, aren't you gonna try?”
She shrugs,”why give you the satisfaction, i just wanna sleep anyway”
A number of calculations go through his head, if she listened close enough she could hear him tick ”let’s play a game, get to the hatch before me and you can go, don't? And you'll put up a fight while I gut you like a pig, I'll even tell you where it is!”
She feels the hard gaze against her. The loosening grip.
“You promise?”
He spreads out his arm pointing east.
She legs it, he trails behind her ,she's quick on her feet and she sprints down stairs, staggering after every step, hitting every creak in the floor boards she almost smiles when she sees it, half open, it calls her so sweetly. It draws every inch of her body in, she can almost taste it on her tongue. The freedom, the smell of the campfire
And she's falling Head over heels, she hears the laugh behind her, so close to her she can almost feel him breathing into her ear , she's crawling , and she touches the hatch before it's slammed down by a boot.
It starts off as a low grumble from his throat, it's taunting and twisted, and she cries as it becomes louder it rocks into her body as he cackles. She's up on her knees eyebrows furrowed, he's half bent over engulfed in explosive laughter and he almost wants to point at her and giggle like a child.
“You fucking tripped” and she can feel his gaze against her it burns into her cheeks and trails down to her knees, freshly scratched, bruised and bloody.
Her nose crinkles, and her cheeks heat against the dampness of tears , she can't look away from him.
“i touched the hatch and you closed it, i got here before you” there's a whimper” and you promised”
He shakes his head.”no i didn't, i didn't say anything about a promise doll”
“B-But you-”
“But, but what? you're so helpless, go on call for your daddy, say help!help!please don't hurt me! I'll do anything, I want to hear you beg for it!" he’s kneeling onto her level legs spread and palms touching his thighs.
"Please" she almost reaches for his leg, she almost prays to a god, any that will listen, but there is no god here and certainly nothing that will listen to her. Her clammy hands together clasped so hard nails bite into her flesh, they pale.
"Please what?" his hand runs against her cheek slippery with the tears.
"Ghostface?"she looks up at him and he sees the tears that gather in her eyes so close to bursting
"nuh’ uh" he tuts, she can feel him smile, the mask rising with his cheeks and her brows soften her face stills.
"da-you freak" her mouth widens with shock " you're getting off on this. You want me to call you- oh my god, it makes sense now , your always so touchy and you only really talk to me, always breathing down my neck, you want to fuck me!" she pants, rising from the floor, arms folded.
He stands back half amused, half annoyed he's not getting what he wants "finally, I've been hinting about this for fucking ages, come on doll, I never give you a hard time, always letting you go so easy, I like the chase what can I say?"
“You know what, just do whatever you want, kill me i don't care” she shrugs and lies down on the dirty floor, she seeps into the earth and melts away.
“you’re going to put up a fight”
“No”
He frowns under the mask, the cold knife in hand, he's angry, he's really angry.
He's not in a playful mood anymore and usually she would be scared, she would run, she would hide, she would beg for mercy. But she still lays, arms folded, eyes closed.
“I said , you are going to put up a fight for me” and his knife trails along her cheek, it bites into flesh and she tries her hardest to lay completely still. She does not falter.
“No” she says it again and his knife is running down into her lips. She swallows the saliva, and the bile that rises. His knife does not press this time but hooks under her top lip to part her mouth. She bites down and it grazes over her teeth but she still doesn't falter.
“Stubborn bitch” the knife presses into her lips and her teeth pull apart quickly, the knife sits on her tongue and she just wants to make a move but her body feels numb, too high to do anything. beads of blood pull into her mouth.
She tastes the iron blood or the steel of the knife she doesn't know, and still she lays as he presses it flat to her tongue and drags it out.
“Run” her eyes widen, and he pulls her up by the throat,”fucking run” its an order she doesn’t want to ignore. Her feet are far ahead of her choices as she finds herself running down hallways and vaulting herself through windows she crouches at every step that isn't hers and she works quickly on generators that are half finished. She hides under tables and in empty toilet stalls.
Her heart thumps with every choice she makes.
Then she hears it, she can feel it, the eyes and the heaving breathing that runs down her spine harshly in the hallway.
Every hair stands up on her body and she stands to greet him, head held high, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
He's challenging her, she knows it, the knife hidden away or discarded she doesn't know.
Nobody moves and he nods at her, in a manner that say // come on now, i dare you//
He wants a fight, and he won't go down without one.
So slowly she steps up to him, he smiles under the mask. She takes steps like a cat, ready to pounce.
Yet she kneels. Her head drops, her hand reaches for his chest and a guttural cry rings out from her throat.
“End me, i beg off you” her hand trails to his thigh and grips the material.
“Go on, beg some more”
Her eyes stare at him, it's like he's mask less, they find his eyes through the darkness.
“Kill me already, i cant- i cant do this anymore, gut me like a fish, slit my throat, do it do it quickly, please”
“Please what?”
”Please” she smiles as the entity is playful as it whispers to her. ”Danny”
His hand is at her throat in a matter of seconds and it pulls her towards the desk, she coughs and splutters over the grip he holds over her. Her front is slammed down and she struggles as her hands are grabbed and held towards her back. She feels the cool air on her ass and he slaps her.
“Stupid bitch”
She laughs and feels rope tighten around her wrists. Flipped back around her head knocked to the side, white heat that spreads around her cheeks, she groans and spits blood at him. Before chuckling again.
“Danny, danny, danny”
His hand is at her throat again and yet she leans into his grip.
It tightens and he parts her legs with his own; she feels the air bite into her skin as her skirt lifts, his gloved fingers running down her thighs.
“You still wanna fuck then” her knee grazes his crutch and she can just about feel him hard.
His fingers approach her cunt, she falls into his touch, eyes closed. As they run along her damp underwear. His other hand grips her hair tightly it burns her scalp and she whines as he ignores every burning inch of her body. He pulls away and she sighs.
He undoes his loose black cargos. The zipper sliding as he reveals his bulge, its clothed in black boxers hard to make up in the darkness of the classroom.
His fingers graze her teeth and she bites and pulls the glove from his hand. He thumbs her lips and the red mark left from the knife and she smiles, it's not sweet, it's mischievous, he wants her to hurt, he wants her pain.
His hands run over her clothed pussy before pulling at the waistband of her pants he lifts her hips in certainty and pulls the material down her legs, she kicks them off, He slides his boxers down and she marvels at him.
He pinches at her thighs,
She's squirming under his touch. Exhaling hot breath. As he touches her harshly, coating his bare hands in her wetness and covering his cock. He pulls her waist towards him pumping into his hand before he slides in to her quickly there is no time to catch her breath.No time to adjust to the thickness of his dick.
he plummets quickly, Her skin catching on the rough material of his cargos.
Hitting all the most sensitive spots in her cunt, she groans, whines even. He's a sick sick man.
“please, please daddy” she grunts and then she laughs, she laughs through it all her face snotty and raw from tears
She's laughing on his cock, and he doesn't know why?
Theres vice grip around her throat and he doesn't give a shit about any derived pleasure she's getting. He chases it, chases his orgasms from the warmth of her body. Doesn't give a shit if she chokes on her spit or cum’s.
Her arms ache, and she's turned around once again her body pulled by her aching arms.
Too fast, too good. She almost brain dead every inch of her body on fire from his touch
His cold hand tightening on her throat again, her vision spotting yet she grinds into his cock. He almost laughs, she's enjoying herself. Her head rests against his shoulder, feet just brushing against the floor as she's held by her waist and throat.
“Fucking slut” he shouts, his pace slowing as her body temples against his own. He could come right there in the tightness of her cunt but he pulls out coming on her ass the entity wouldn’t spare a child.
Her vision blurs and he lets go of her throat. She tumbles head first into the table. Helpless like a doe learning to walk. He pulls her back around to sit on the table, her legs ache and so does her core. She stares, her wrists itch but she doesn't dare beg for their release.
“Is that what you wanted to hear, Danny?” she asks, her head tilts to the side.
His hand reaches for her cheeks again but this time it's soft?
“You remember my name” his touch stops and it reaches for his mask.
remembered? the past had been misty for her, there wasn't much she could remember but feelings of betrayal and revenge that had followed her.
His mask is pulled off and her eyes are tightly shut.
“Open your eyes,” his hands press into her face. “Open your eyes dammit!”
They open slowly and pause at the floor. His hand tilts her chin up in a bruising grip. And she stares at him. He's pale. Dark hair and eyes and a scar that runs down from his forehead to under his eye, she almost wishes she could reach for it.
She racks her brain but nothing comes to her” i don't know you, just your name”
“Yes you do, you know me”
She shakes her head, “no i don't”
“Remember me, go on, remember”
“ I don't know you”
“Leave”
She's shocked, her eyes wide at the order, his hands slide to the rope, yet she’s still seconds after it's undone.
“FUCKING LEAVE”
And she runs, runs to the hatch.
The fog consumes and takes and takes.
She is as safe as can be.
Eyes wide, shell shocked she stands in front of the warmth of the fire, it had been hours since they had seen her.
Claudette’s arms fall around her shoulders and her head bumps her own
“What did he do?”
“He let me go,” she smiles.
She is left questioning.
#ghostface x you#ghostface fanfic#ghostface x reader#ghostface#dannyjohnson x reader smut#dbd fanfic#danny johnson x reader#dbd#jedolson fanfic#jed olson
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🧅🍉🥭 for sun and fleabag? and I cant find pepper emoji on my gboard so hot pepper for sun (although I feel like i know the answer 😭)
hehehehe THANK YOU SO MUCH sorry this is so late but here we go link to the meme
🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?
Sun
Sun doesn't cry super often, though he was considered a bit of a crybaby as a child (I think longtime allies of the Khans still think of him as the little boy crying in Papa's lap that one time their leaders all went to dinner). He still is the type of guy to get a bit watery if he stubs his toe or something, I think he mostly cries either out of stress or out of pain. He cried for days when he and Manny broke up and when he lost his finger, both of which I think are pretty understandable. I think Papa is probably the one most aware of this because THATS HIS BABY
Fleabag
I imagine Fleabag cries over a lot, the type who'd 100% cry watching children's movies about animals or whatever. They cry when a dog dies they cry when puppies are born, they cry when this one dog finally picks up a trick they've been trying to teach for a long time. I haven't ironed out Fleabag's relationships yet so I'm not sure who knows this about them <3
🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave?
Sun
HMMM I think there's a lot of things he'd never admit to anyone. I think he gets quite jealous when Papa is fatherly towards other people but keeps it to himself because he thinks its childish. He's also convinced that he somehow singlehandedly caused the Khan vs House war in Vegas in 2274 because him getting his finger shot off being an idiot made Papa so angry he declared war on House (which isn't true because there was a lot of political stuff going on and building up to the war and Sun getting shot was a small part in a much larger choice on Papa and the advisors part) so I think that's the major one he'd take to his grave LMAO
Also physically taking to his grave he's def gonna get buried with his machete
Fleabag
So background on Fleabag that I'm not sure if I've shared but Fleabag's dad was a New Khan who was politically opposed to Papa Khan and his new leadership. Their dad wasn't such a nice person and while he did teach Fleabag how to breed and train dogs, he also taught them a lot of nasty opinions on Papa and the "agenda" he was bringing into the Khans, which Fleabag did internalise for a while. Obvs they worked through this and aren't at all like their dad anymore but I think they're still feeling shameful about the way they acted as a naive teenager under the thumb of their father. Fleabag also didn't come out as trans until after their dad died out of fear but I think they also feel guilty about that.
🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?
Sun
Orange for sure. Orange is just a very deserty colour to me and Sun is pretty adapted to working out there but I think it's also a colour of warmth and connection AND fire and passion. But I think Sun's favourite colour is red ever since his dad Min told him that its a lucky colour
Fleabag
I think green for Fleabag, their hat is green and they wear cameo clothing. I associate green with nature and Fleabag wanders around in the wilderness more than most and also obvs good with animals like all their dogs. If you asked Fleabag their favourite colour it'd probably the gold yellow of a coyote's eyes.
BONUS SUN ONE
🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?
It's Boone.
#ive been working on fleabag a lot lately and thinking about their friendship with sun <3#txt#BUT YAYYY THIS WAS FUN#oc tag: sun#oc tag: fleabag
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you remind me of varieties of soft light colours, but most of them are pink or yellow... hmmm I'm not good with words- I'm not using my digital vocab, but...
you're the sweetest person I have interacted with here on tumblr, giving this aura that makes people feel comfortable around you, you're also very thoughtful and like to encourage others around you, it makes them always... how to put it, very much seek your presence more(?) to say it, when I'm around you, it feels like just simple moment between friends enjoying tea time on the flower field and talking anything that comes to mind, watching the day fades into the night, before bid farewell and return home with a content heart full of warmth.
yeah... but I'm still shy around people most of the time... :"DD
I- uh h-hi Faera Omg I was not expecting this, BUT IM NOT COMPLAINING THIS WAS SO SWEET !! You remind me of soft pinks ^^ like valentines colors! 💗 although I’m quite surprised people think of me as softer colors??
Your words are so kind my lord, I feel everytime I talk to you like I’d be eating cakes having a tea party in warm weather with a close friend! You’re such a sweet person and I admire your ability to write! AAA I CANT GET OVER THIS, IT WAS SO UNEXPECTED YET SWEET.
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"Are you sure t-that this is--" his words broke, Sullivan buring his face into his pillow to hide a soft whimper, feeling Nyars hands carry no restraint or shame when it came to lathering his body. The squeeze and warmth going around the circumference of his waist, over his soft stomach, had felt better than it should have. "--it's necessary?"
His hands were always so confident. There was strength to the digits and palms as they pressed into his flesh. They only took a break to gather more oil from the jar. Kneading it into his body was loving, but Sullivan wondered if they doubted how well it would absorb and made it their duty to force into his pores.
He could try to be as subtle as he wanted, but it was doubtful he was hiding anything. The way his body would stiffen. How red his face was. The sudden deepness of his breaths. It felt good. Nyars hands on him. Every inch of him. It made him crave much more... but that seemed silly from a massage meant to protect him. Which...in hindsight also sounded silly. Was Nyar messing with him? Had he gotten nude and let the being touch him for his protection? Truthfully?
Perhaps he didn't care much anymore. His face fell into his pillow again. Clutching the soft downy tightly as Nyar stroked in a pattern into the back of his thighs. He rolled down his calves, heading towards ankles...and that meant Sullivan would need to turn over.
When the command came, he shook his head. Promptly. Face not leaving the pillow despite how staunched for air he was.
He could feel how much he enjoyed it. His stomach was warm and...he was hard. Each ministration he indulged in made him this way. He felt himself grow especially sensitive to the fabric on his bed as his poor arousal rubbed and twitched beneath him. And showing that to Nyar would be embarrassing...and he knew the other would enjoy teasing him over it.
"I-i need a moment to rest." He muffledly spoke. Eventually, he got some courage to look to Nyar who came to the side of him. It was a pout he was given, brows furrowed. Even a little teary eyed as he ached down there. "You...massage rough." A lie. One he felt bad for. "You don't,um. Y-you were gentle. I'm sorry. But..."
"I need a break... before we go on."
They keep their movements precise, slowly gliding along every inch of the man’s flesh. The pads of their fingers and tips of their talons work in the strongly scented oil. No shiver, twitch or whimper goes unnoticed, yet they don’t mention it, their eyes remaining locked on their task. Deep down the god is thoroughly enjoying themselves, savouring each delicious murmur and moan. It’s no secret that Nyarlathotep pays special attention to his soft waist, and the shape of his hips, taking time to relish the smooth and plush feeling under their own shadowy cool touch. They loved mortals that felt like this.
Soon, they reach a certain point on their pet’s leg that reveals tight muscles. If Sullivan had been looking he might have noticed a flicker in the glowing orbs, a change in brightness or perhaps colour, but it vanishes as quickly as it came. Releasing a soft huff they use the pressure from their thumb they carefully work the stress away, running it down the sensitive muscle towards the back of the man’s knee. When more wriggling is the result they find themselves reaching out to squeeze tightly at Sullivan’s hips, ensuring that he is kept still so the job can be finished.
Words break the god from their trance-like state and they cant their head towards the mortal who shyly looked toward him, eyes glinting with wetness. “A break?” The words are a rough purr. “There is no time for a break.” It’s a lie, there was no rush to get the man oiled up and his mortal scent covered, only the god’s impatience and need to tease their little toy. With a tug of the man’s waist, he is dragged a short distance down the sheets, away from the safety of his pillow and closer to the creature looming over him.
Sharp nails dig into the flesh of his legs, as they begin to turn the mortal over onto his back, despite any resistance they might meet. Each leg is dropped on either side of Nyarlathotep and they come face to face with what Sullivan had desperately trying to hide. If they’re amused, they certainly don’t show it. Their glowing orbs take in the sight unabashedly. If the man beneath them tried to say anything, they are quick to ignore it, dipping their hand in the sweet-smelling oil once again. Reaching a hand out they lift one of their pet's legs, holding it straight up in the air so they can continue, now with an even more pleasant view than before.
#✺;;|| inbox - tximidity#tximidity#✺;;|| notverysafeforwork#✺;;|| A guise of Chaos#does this count as#sinday content?#:3c#Nyar over here like oh no i have no idea why ur so embarrassed little mouse
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MOTHER OF MONSTERS
(Part 2)
Fandom: Stranger Things
Pairings: NONE
Words: 605
Description: Moreen, Steve and Dustin talk some more about the other side.
Warning: I have never seen stranger things, yes I know, I’m terrible. I have seen some videos and read some fanfic, but I also have my amazing editor @buggylad, who has seen the show. So enjoy!
Part 1:
"Can you please explain what the hell is going on?" Steve asked in a biting tone.
The presences of the creatures clearly bothered him, Moreen could tell. Walking behind them she shut the door and motioned for the creatures to walk around. She sat at a patio set beckoning the others over.
"I guess, well. You see the big guy right there, that's Charli, my first," she motioned to her left where a demogorgon sat on an older couch.
"I got 'em I guess how you got dart. I thought it was a lizard and it grew, and grew, and grew until I realized it wasn't. Then one day Charlie brought me an egg. I think he came here for the warmth, y'know a greenhouse. I incubated the egg like a snake's and one day it hatched. Then it happened all over again." Moreen spoke with her hands waving wildly.
She turned towards the middle of the greenhouse where a large oak tree stood. It was growing up from the ground almost as if the greenhouse had been built for the tree.
"There's a knot a big one in the middle. They showed me... the other side. I've been keeping books ever since, on the other side, the lay lines and the kunorhodon." Dustin cocked his head to the side like a confused dog.
"What's a kinder-hosen? Like a lederhosen?" He asked. The older girl chuckled.
"No, the word rose hip comes from the Greek word kunorhodon meaning dog rose. I thought the name was fitting." Folding in on herself, Moreen took a deep breath to steady herself. She hadn't talked about the kunorhodon or 'demogorgons' with anybody.
"You have books?" Steve asked leaning forward.
Moreen nodded and rushed up from her chair, under a desk covered with seedlings laid a large brown box. She pulled it out and threw it onto the table with a loud 'thunk'. Pulling out the content she gently placed them on the table handing out a few to the boys.
She motioned to the individual books as she spoke.
"Different colours have different meanings, the black is the other side, the green is the kunorhodon, blue is lay lines and the red... the red is... the red isn't finished yet." Trailing off at the end of her sentence, her mind began to wander.
The things she'd seen on the other side had scared her for life, never would she be fully at peace again.
Dustin reached forward and grabbed a green book, upon flipping it open he found diagrams and details about the demogorgons, things he'd never known or even questioned before.
Seeing his interest in the creatures, Moreen leaned over the table, pushing the book flat down and pointing at the illustrations as she explained their meaning.
"The uh... they don't like the cold, the other side is really cold. I think they came seeking warmth, they knew they couldn't survive without it. Um... there's more in there obviously but uh... they cant see. I assume you knew that y'know no eyes, they smell with their mouths kind of like how snakes smell with their tongues. They get a lot of toothaches, that's why their breath smells, the meat they eat gets stuck in their teeth and decays them their teeth ache and decay, so bad breath." She bit the inside of her cheeks as she spoke.
The two boys nodded along as she babbled, Dustin seemed to enjoy getting knew information on his beloved Dart and Steve, well Steve seemed pleased to know that they weren't the only ones dealing with the obvious problems in Hawkins.
Part 3
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THICKETY MUTUAL NUMBER 1 SAME FOR YOU YOU ANSWER WHATEVEE YIU LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT CHOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1.what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?
Fining out and coming to terms with the fact that I'm not cis, het, or nt
2.show us a picture of your handwriting?
It's okay, but far from neat.
3.3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?
A) The Princess Bride
B) Encanto
C) Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks
4.what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?
"I'M GONNA EAT A CANDLE!"
5.what made you start your blog?
Watched a bit too much PMSeymour :›
6.what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?
Trying not to stumble into discourse
7.what scares you the most and why?
My loved ones leaving/hating me. I get very emotionally attached to people so if that were to happen it would be like having a nerve severed.
8.any reacquiring dreams?
No, I don't often dream.
9.tell a story about your childhood
One time I was hanging out with my cousins and I accidentally said something that hurt Cousin A's feelings. Her younger brother said I wasn't their cousin anymore and I cried lol.
10.would you say you’re an emotional person?
YES.
11.what do you consider to be romance?
Two people who are romantically attracted to each other.
12.what’s some good advice you want to share?
That when it comes to anything in life, it's only your first time once. Props to my awesome aunt who came up w/ that.
13.what are you doing right now?
Typing on my phone with my tablet laptop open in front of me with no windows open on it.
14.what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?
Paragliding.
15.what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?
Warmth. My favorite people. A cozy house in a small mountain village. A place where everyone is accepting and friendly. Cuddles. Music. Singing. Baking food. A feeling of true belonging. A place that is not where I currently am. Rainclouds.
16.if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I want a deeper voice. Not too much deeper, I just wanna be able to reach those few low notes in the songs I like :3. Contralto voice range.
17.name 3 things that make you happy
A) My partner❤❤❤
B) Making some sort of music, whether it's singing or messing around on my various instruments!
C) My bestie @voidgremlin2electricboogaloo 💛💛💛❤❤❤
18.do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?
I'm impartial to the belief in such things.
19.favourite thing about the day?
Blue hour. When the sun has gone over the horizon and cast a soothing blue light on everything.
20.favourite things about the night?
Moon n stars n planets.
21.are you a spiritual person?
Not really.
22.say 3 things about someone you love
A) You have pretty eyes
B) You are one of the best things that's happened to me
C) P..Pwetty person,,,
23.say 3 things about someone you hate
(I do not really hate anyone so i just generally dislike them)
A) You're a goddamn coward
B) You're a f*cking liar
C) Please continue to leave [irl friend] the hell alone
24.what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?
Becoming more confident in myself, also my improvement when it comes to my handwriting
25.fave season and why?
Fall. I love cloudyrainy days
26.fave colour and why?
I like dark teal/turquoise. Cool colors beloved.
27.any nicknames?
Rainy! I really like being called Rainy!!!
28.do you collect anything?
Aluminum can tabs :)
29.what do you do when you’re sad?
Sing, talk to my partner/friends, and watch my fav media!
30.what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?
My fav people giving me affection and support, or just them in general
31.are you messy or organised?
M E S S Y
32.how many tabs do you have open right now?
I'm on my phone rn and tumblr is the only app that is open rn.
33.any hobbies?
Guitar, Volleyball, Photography
34.any pet peeves?
When people pronounce the "ing" in a word like "een". Drives me up the frickin wallhhh. Also people saying caramel like "carmul". Thats. Thats an entirely different word. Please.
35.do you trust easily?
Yes, for the most part, unfortunately ;_;.
36.are you an open book or do you have walls up?
I am in a lot of cases an open book.
37.share a secret
A person i knew in third grade had to move to our school bc her dad's identity was stolen
38.fave song at the moment?
There are multiple.
1) Reckless Battery Burns-Ghost and Pals
2) Arbitrary Sermon-Monstrosity
3) Happy Days-Ghost and Pals
39.youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?
Not really anyone. I do enjoy Wendigoon's content though because his voice is nice to listen to and he covers interesting topics.
40.any bad habits?
There are many.
A) Picking at my acne
B) Staying up later than I should
C) Saying I forgot to do something I didn't have enough executive function to do(well this one is kinda justified bc my mom is,,, difficult, when it comes to me Not Being Able To Do Things Because Of Executive Dysfunction. She can't really seem to understand that I'm unable to just "buckle down" and do something i don't have the exec function spoons to do.s o- i do it because of that)
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Bathrobe 98
Bathrobes are made in all types of fabrics, such as polyester, fleece, cotton, silk, and more. Most children's robes are made in a fluffy, blanket-like material for comfort and warmth, but some fabrics are better than others when it comes to breathability or snuggly warmth. In addition, the Y-3 MAKURA arrives in stripped-back iterations donning black and white colorways. The upper is shrouded in synthetic rubber and boasts a canvas of multicolored floral designs. Branding appears beneath the tongue, whereas a spiked outsole rounds out the silhouette. Furthermore, tri-tone strapped sandals enveloped in striking blue hues are complemented by a series of evocative accessories, including bucket hats, bathrobes and belts.
In 2020, the world exports of "Men's/boys' bathrobes, dressing gowns & sim. arts., knitted or crocheted, of man-made fibres" exceeded $2.98 thousand . Chico of four years loves soft, plushy fleece coverages, and loves this adorable bathrobe. My young plus is obsessed absolutely with this toga. He cant attended partorisca be house partorisca be that it spends it. His soft, cosy, light, warm, and returns a lot amiably. I have purchased 2 partorisca both of my boys.
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It does not maintain my warm edges tho is soft. A dark green is the good colour but would not recommend this toga. Towelselections Is better but has included this has the thinnest result also compared to fact few years. Have purchased like this this toga for mine an old year and has ordered the big measure for sound.
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Week 4
Image Adjustments - Curves
Adding an adjustment layer to an image allows you to edit the curves of the image, allowing you to change things like the darkness and brightness. This is incredibly handy for adjusting the colour of an image. The image below shows a before and after comparison; as you can see, the original image was quite white washed( looked sort of faded) and made largely of mid colours. I was able to boost the blacks by using the curves adjustment, balancing the levels and generating a much sharper image.
We then had another image to alter but basically the opposite way...
The image below is an example of the same image, except the original was quite dark. I was able to alter the tonal values and add additional whites using the same curve modification, resulting in a much sharper image.
New image similar adjustments... It was really good to try different images with the similar problem and it is wired in my brain how to fix the curves.. ( if the graph for curves is not to the edge on either side it means pull the line in up to where the graph begins as shown in the photo below, you can then add a curve to the line as-well. So basically moving the handles at the bottom of the graph inwards from the ends compresses the picture tonally, while moving either of the end points up or down adjusts the brightness of the image within the range.
New image similar adjustments...
Again same as the the image above ... quite dark. So again I was able to alter the tonal values and add additional whites using the same curve modification, resulting in a much sharper image.
Image Adjustments - Colour balance & Photo filter
An image's colour can also be adjusted using layers for photo filters and colour balance. You may independently alter the colour values of midtones, darktones, and lighttones using colour balancing.
I've modified the midtones in the sample below to more cyan, magenta and blue, this created a less warm image... more realistic and sharp image.
Original
W/ Colour Balance
You may apply custom or pre-made preset filters to photos, which are handy for adjusting the overall colour of an image or making it appear warmer or cooler with the photo filter layer. I added an orange to bring some more warmth to the image for when both Colour balance and Photo Filter are added together to create the colour that I want in this photo. Photo Filter is really good to know about as when designing say an article the images in the article are apart of the design and want to be cohesive e with the article, and the image you want to use isn’t the right colour you can change it straight away with the photo filter and adjust other layers with it like I’ve done down below to create the perfect corrected photo you want.
W/ Photo Filter
This is two layers combined to create a more precise image that you want.
W/ both colour balance and photo filter
Now putting everything together...
Combining adjustment filters gives you a lot more control over the image. You may modify the colour and the blacks and whites, add filters, and change colours all at once to get a much sharper image. An example of how combining these adjustment layers might result in a sharper image as provided below:
Original Image... Quite washed out and very strong in blue, cant see many details
Altered... I used colour balance, Curves, Photo Filter and Hue and saturation. All of these combined has created a much more realistic, readable and warmer image.
Another example of using all the adjustments learnt to create sharper images/ to what you want them to look like.
Orignal
Altered
Learning all about editing these photos has really helped me understand photoshop much better and has come at a really good time as I had taken photos for someone but didn’t know how to make them the best that the photo can be. And being able to try what we have learnt multiple times has drilled this into my brain.. which is a really good thing and will be using all of what Ive learnt to edit future photos!
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"Happy Birthday Leon." Cloud said with a smile, taking Leon's wrist with one hand and dropping something from his other into the man's palm. It was a ring fashioned very similar in design to the fenrir emblem on his chest, only this one was in the shape of a lion. It was also very reminiscent of the necklace that Leon always wore around his neck. That kind of profile but 3D like Cloud's emblem. The perfect mix of the two designs, carved from sturdy steel. "I've actually been meaning to give you this for a long time. I was just waiting for the perfect moment I guess. I hope you like it." Cloud didn't make eye contact with him, a light blush turning his cheeks pink.
He never bothered with things like birthdays. Not usually nor as often, as his attention was usually split between several other tasks that held more importance to him over something as sentimental as that.
. . . Or so that's what he told himself, reasoning it all off as his own birthday held little importance, brushing it off & going so out of his way to hide it from his friends & those he knew so they wouldn't make such a big deal out of it. He never understood why they did - but he couldn't fault them either for it, finding some endearment from it in the rare moments of peace he could when they'd go to plan things for one another.
It was . . . evidently fine so long as it wasn't done for him, or with him in mind.
He never knew how to accept that kind of thing, never really liked to act so selfishly when all he'd known for the past few years was to give & focus on everyone else under his care. To have so much attention focused solely on him all at once when it wasn't for an emergency situation . . . it picked away at him, made him even more avoidant on the actual day out of some paranoia & discomfort.
But silver linings - with things calming down following their world's restoration, the gentle, hopeful easing back in to something more normal without all the panic & ever present need to fight & stay so on edge . . . he was starting to open up to things little by little. But watching as Cloud approaches today, he can't help but squint, the cat-like cant of his head & the suspicious way his brow arches as he watches the blonde man come to a stop directly in front of him. When Cloud bluntly gives his birthday wishes, that old urge to hide & excuse himself briefly flares, but it's Cloud's smile that keeps him stubbornly frozen in place, eyes widening in surprise.
He blinks a couple times, a bit of warmth coming to colour the tops of his cheeks, dusting along the shells of his ears & the bridge of his nose as he goes to clear his throat, to try & respond, only to find himself stunned into silence again at the grasp curling around his wrist. Gentle, tender as he always was with him, Cloud guides his hand to their center, turning it over before he places something in the heart of his palm.
It's warm, no doubt metal but well-loved in how it'd likely been cradled in the other's hand till then. He's almost scared to look down, holds off on it as the swordsman continues, his tone soft, fondly so - bearing with it a sort of sheepishness that draws a ghost-like smile to his own lips as he makes a sound low in his throat. Cloud was normally so blunt, direct, just as awkward as he was ( 'Usually a relief . . .' ) with stuff like this. Seeing him push through it for sentimentality's sake, get out of his own comfort zone to present him with something for his birthday, it incites curiosity, a feeling just as warm unfurling within the hollow of his chest as he gently curls his fingers around the gift.
They feel along it blindly, tracing the ridges & divots he can find, his gaze focused solely on the other man as he explains more, all before he breaks contact to duck his head with a flustered sigh, one that teeters off into a quiet laugh usually reserved for their more private moments. It feels appropriate, he reasons.
"I see."
Drawing his hand up once Cloud releases him, he can feel the other's eyes following each move, lingering along his face to watch his expression in anxiety-ridden anticipation. His smile widens, the barest peek of dimples & teeth present as the gun-blader moves his fingers to study what he now knows is a ring. He recognizes the design near instantly - a mix of his own beloved Griever & Cloud's Fenrir, the very same metal clasp that adorned his pauldron.
It's a small but meaningful gift, one that bears with it an unspoken seriousness in what it represented. He wasn't particularly traditional . . . but . . . assuming it's what Cloud meant in gifting it his way, it stood as a symbol he was serious about him. About their bond, the decision to grow as close as they had. That Cloud had thought of him fondly enough, trusted him enough to keep him cradled as close to his heart. He already knew just how much he'd meant to the other, but something about this whole thing makes him feel like melting wax in that moment.
His smile twitches, the falter nearly giving way to something more tender in it's vulnerability. But he'd never been very good at expressing it, something he is beyond thankful the other swordsman understands . . .
As he goes to carefully peel his glove off, tucking it away into one of his jacket pockets, he remains ever mindful to keep the ring from any threat of falling. Leon raises his eyes to meet Cloud's own, the way they crinkle around their edges & the lightness in shade belaying his joy in their usual calmed manner - holding out the hand for the other, he cheekily asks if he'd be willing to do the honors for him.
"I feel like I should be giving you something in return . . . birthday gift or not, this . . . Cloud, it's beautiful. Where'd you even find time to get something like this made?"
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