#i have a thing where i make something curved and draw it very fast

[unexpectedbrickattack]

peppino studies...hes got such a cute face and i feel like im straying away from it

#pizza tower #peppino #arts #mine #i have a thing where i make something curved and draw it very fast #and that makes me draw his nose so small compared to his sprite bc im trying to make the nose in one stroke #so i revisited some old concept art n sprites on the wiki #the one where hes in a fancy suit and he looks kinda confused??? i love it so much it lives in my head rent free #i want to capture that in my art for him #i should do some sprite redraws then to help #hes got like #not necessarily a square jaw but hes got a big jaw and chin; lots of space between his mouth and the bottom of his chin #and that just does not mesh well w the way my brain WANTS to draw him #so i think. bigger eyes and nose and more space than i usually allow between his chin and mouth #i SHOULD just sketch in my book to help w making my lines more natural again but weughh #anyway peppino is cute and i wanna go back to the way i drew him back in my pepperman comic bc i can feel myself slackin

[troublesomesnitch]

Modern Aemond - Breeding Kink

Modern!Aemond x Reader

You and Aemond explore his breeding kink for the first time.

Quick smut drabble because I was in a dirty mood and wanted to practice some things!

Contents: modern AU, foreplay only, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, dirty talk. Porn with zero plot.

Warnings: this is heavy on the kinks, we're getting a little fetishy in here.

Words: 1200

You have only just rinsed off the last dish in the sink when Aemond rises from his chair and comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest to your back. 

He did offer to help you with the post-dinner cleanup, but you refused like you always do - you like things done your way, and Aemond likes them done his way, and unfortunately your preferred approaches are often in conflict. 

And besides, you wanted him to watch you. You wanted him to come and embrace you exactly like this. 

He brushes his lips against the back of your neck, from your shoulder and all the way to your ear, pressing a lingering kiss to the delicate skin behind it. His touch is gentle, but the intent is clear, and it makes you giddy with excitement. For obvious reasons, but also because you have something special planned for tonight. 

Since the first time you slept with Aemond, you have known about this little kink of his. It is not very subtle - he loves to kiss your chest and stomach, he loves your breasts, he loves when you tell him to come inside of you. But he has never spoken about it, and neither have you. Aemond is not the sort of man who will happily tell you all about his dirty fantasies. He is much too buttoned up for that; too proud and reserved. 

So you must proceed with caution. 

“Touch me,” you sigh, smiling to yourself when Aemond does exactly as you expected, sliding his hand down your thigh and in between your legs. You are damp there already, and he gives a hum of appreciation, but he’ll have to wait a little longer before you get to that part.

"No -" you bite your lip, and your hand comes to rest on top of his, moving it higher until it's on your stomach instead. Right where it’s soft and rounded. "Touch me here."

He hesitates, not quite catching your drift, or maybe he doesn’t want to catch it. But you guide his hand over your belly, letting him feel where it curves, the softness of it, the little bump of protective fat that you spent your teenage years despairing over. 

It feels very taboo to be touched in such a way, and your heart beats fast when you look back at him over your shoulder. “You like that, don't you? Does it turn you on?”

There’s a slight pause, and Aemond presses his forehead to your hair before he answers with a reluctant yes.

"I like it too," you whisper, letting your head fall back against his chest. "I like to imagine it - being pregnant with your child - being all round and heavy..."

Aemond gives the softest moan, right in your ear, and he holds you tight against his body, his cock growing hard against your backside.

Oh he likes it, alright. He likes it a lot.

“Say that again,” he breathes, hoarse and husky. “Tell me you want to be heavy with my child.”

“I want to be heavy with your child -” you wiggle against his crotch, drawing another little gasp from him. “I want you to fuck a baby into me - fill me with your cum -”

You blush at your own words, and Aemond stifles a groan. His hips move slowly against you, rubbing his stiff cock against your bottom, and his hand keeps stroking you even without your own to guide it. Moving in little circles over your stomach, pretending that you’re already full of him. 

Your lips part, and you turn your neck around as best as you can, desperate for a kiss. It is an awkward angle, and even more so because Aemond has a fair bit of height on you, but you tilt your face up, and he bends his face down, and you meet somewhere in the middle. Except he doesn't kiss you, not really. Rather, he brushes his lips against yours, so slowly, teasing you with soft and delicate touches. No open mouths, no tongue. Just the feel of his warm, wet lips, and when you reach up for more, he draws back.

"Kiss me -" you beg, but Aemond shakes his head, and his arm around your waist holds you firmly in place.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” he breathes.

He loves it when you say filthy things. It gets him so hard, drives him mad with need. But he is making it difficult for you now, with the way he's holding you, the way he’s thrusting up against your arse. You can barely form a coherent thought, let alone a whole sentence.  

“Gently,” you manage. “I want you to be gentle - I want you to make love to me.”

“I can do that,” he whispers, brushing his nose against your hair, dipping lower to nibble at your ear. 

“And - oh - I want you to come inside of me - want you to empty your balls right into my womb -”

Aemond moans loudly at that, much too aroused now to feel self-conscious about anything. He touches you with both hands, gently and intimately, caressing the curve of your stomach and rubbing his palms over your soft little belly. Savouring how warm you are, how smooth and lovely. Perfectly ripe for what he’d like to put in you. 

“I want you to imagine it,” you breathe, every bit as turned on as he is. “I'd be pregnant, and you would touch me like you're doing now, and feel my belly all full and round, and my tits too -”

“Fuck,” Aemond groans, and his hips jerk against you. “Oh - fuck.”

He turns you around to face him and easily lifts you onto the kitchen counter, so he can lean down to kiss you. Properly, finally. You whimper when his tongue slides against yours, and you slip your hand down to stroke the hard bulge in his pants, squeezing it firmly before you undo his zipper and wrap your fingers around his cock. 

The tip of it is wet with precum, and you spread the fluid over his shaft before you begin to stroke him in earnest, dragging his foreskin up and down at a steady pace; tightening your grip as the filthiest words spill from your lips. 

Do you want to get me pregnant, Aemond? Do you want to feel my little wet cunt? Do you want to spurt your hot seed inside me?

“Stop -” he pants. “You'll make me come -”

“I want you to be close,” you coo, still stroking him, although you do slow down the pace. “I want your cock so hard, and your balls full of cum - big and heavy with it, so you can breed me properly -”

“Stop,” Aemond hisses, and his fingers close around your wrist, gripping it so tight that it hurts. His eyes are dark, and his voice is low and with that hint of a temper that excites you more than it probably should. You like that he’s a little moody. Volatile, even. 

“I want you,” you mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, desperate to feel him closer. “Call me something bad, call me a slut -”

“You are a slut,” he whispers in between kisses. “You’re my dirty little slut - my filthy little whore -”

You moan in response, and there’s a playful look on your face when you pull back and look up at him through your eyelashes.

“We should practice - making a baby…” 

“Yes,” Aemond says with the most devastating smirk. “We should.”

Tagging: @arcielee @helaelaemond

#modern aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond smut #modern aemond x you #aemond x reader

[chernozemm]

hiiii! thank you <3 i'll do my best to tell you what i look out for to get this flowy look i really love.

for me, there are two ways to get the bodies feeling dynamic: through the composition and through the posing

Composition

In itself this is a very static pose - neither person is really moving here. To make it interesting, I first defined a focal point (Crowley's face) and then had all the action lines lead to that (pic on the left).

In the second pic I marked all the movement lines I pre-defined for the viewer. Contrast makes things dynamic and interesting, so I aim to lead your eye in opposing yet complementary directions. That hip and that curve of the shoulder go up and the forearm nestled between them presses down into the floor. I could have left the robes resting at both of Aziraphale's ankles, but by hiking them up over one knee, I create that upwards motion of the fabric and showcase the weighty downwards motion of the foot pressing down. To add gravity, I also overexaggerated the slope of the anklet.

It's a static pose but I have implied weight and downwards force in Aziraphale, pressing into the floor, and Crowley's elbow pointing up and the hips rising off the floor create a counter-power and resistance.

2. Posing

This trick also uses contrast and balance. If I draw an imaginary line as the center, I try to have two equal weights on both sides of it, but slightly offset. This way it feels balanced and even, but your eye still follows a curve as it moves downwards from most interesting (the face) to the least interesting/detailed (the hemline).

On the right you will notice that the shoulders and hips tip in opposite directions, creating a "squish" and a "stretch". Not only are you creating visual interest, but you are giving the figure meatiness and a tactile sense: fabric and flesh are folding in on each other under their own weight.

And here is it in action! The figure on the left is perfectly anatomically correct, but it looks stiff. The lines of the body are too straight and everything is very parallel to each other. That type of posing CAN be used, if you want to draw a very rigid/stylised piece (a sentinel, something uncanny and supernatural, etc). But if you want it to feel human and corporeal and alive, youd go for the one on the right. The fabric bunches up and stretches taut, you can feel the weight being leaned on that left arm and on the right leg. That's something I'd recommend: imitate the pose and see where you lean your weight, how the body sags, how it tilts.

i hope this helps a bit, @bigtirednoodle!! A lot of it comes intuitively to me after so many years of drawing, but those are some hard and fast rules I rely on to breathe movement in my lineart <3 wish you the best with drawing!

#art tutorial #composition #nsft #im sorry i ended up using that as example but it just works so well!!! #myart

[just-a-drawing-bean]

Hi!! I was wondering how you get your animation so smooth, like butter.

Especially on that lineart, I’m always having trouble but your looks very effortless and consistent, what are your secrets?

-thank you

[sorry if asked before, also hi from TikTok! Thank you for the kind words, I admire your work and its always a treat to see it in my dash (^_^)]

Hello! Thank you <3 honestly there’s a few reasons it’s so smooth. (Get ready for the ramble I love talking about animation)

First on the lineart I use Toonboom to animate and it’s a vector based program. That means I can edit a line’s curves once I draw it. I don’t have to erase it to change it. I can grab a point on the line and stretch it where I want. So that’s why the lines themselves are pretty smooth, I have a lot of control over them.

As for the motions themselves people can think that frame rates equates to smoothness and while having a lot of frames and inbetweens can do that, it’s way more about the movement that makes something smooth. I tend to work on twos, threes, and even fours. This means you see a frame at 12 frames per second, 8fps or even 6fps. But it depends on the timing of the motion. When I animate the fps isn’t consistent. Faster motions tend to get a higher fps meaning you see it for a shorter amount of time. While slower subtle movements I tend to put on 8 or 6 fps which means you see them longer. Easing of the timing of the frames as well as easing of the motions themselves leads to smoother animation.

Another key point is that objects travel in arcs, always. Unless they are stopped by something. When I animate, I use onion skin religiously. (Onion skin allows me to see previous or future frames on a low opacity) that way I can check my motions and arcs. here I've marked the path of travel for his hand, hips and head ad he bows.

My method for animation tends to be pose to pose. Meaning I’ll draw all the key frames (the important poses that tell the story) before I fill out the inbetweens. Now inbetweens doesn’t always mean you draw a frame that’s exactly between pose a to pose b. You still have to think about the motion you want to achieve and keep in mind your arcs. Additionally you can add secondary movements or actions to help with believability in actions. Animation is all about performance and exaggeration.

But another technique is to animate frame by frame instead of pose to pose. People tend to use this method for effect such as water flowing, fire, or in my case I used it when I animated the capes. Since the cape drags behind the animation and is influenced by what the character does. I animated the cape after I animated the character. I went frame after frame thinking about how the cape would move both with gravity in play, and being moved by the character’s actions.

Using reference is a big help when animating. I had to act out actions to make sure I got things right when making it. I even got a towel and threw and shook it around to see how it fell.

Another thing about getting it smooth is I use a lot of easing in and out of my motions. If you are about to punch something, you don’t just move your arm towards what you need to punch, you’ll draw it back first to build up the punch. That’s easing into a motion. When you stop moving your arm you’ll either overshoot and draw it back a little if you moved it fast and stopped abruptly or it slows down to a stop. Things don’t stop abruptly. Think about a car. When a car stops you have to slow down considerably, it’s not immediate. So same with your motions. I always ease into a motion when it starts or ease out. It can definitely make the actions more believable and smooth.

Again, because Toonboom allows me such fine control over my lines. to ease in and out of a motion I will copy and paste the last frame and adjust it slightly, continuing the previous motion so that everything settles nicely. This shows only the previous two frames. you can see I didn't draw any new lines (except for the cape) I just adjusted his pose. This helps me stay away from lines being shaky because I didn't redraw them.

This last thing I’ll talk about is more subtle. But follow through and secondary actions are so important. In my animation for example, when sun bends down, his body starts moving a lot faster than his head. Sort of like the body goes first and then his head slightly lags behind. It follows the movement of the body. Another example of a secondary action that follows through would be the movement of the little wings of the cape on their chests.

Ok I lied there's something else. SMEARS, I love smear frames. those are great at making things smooth. Usually smears don't stay in view very long and need to show rapid motion so you can stretch a character or pose or show multiple limbs to make motions appear faster. Here I added a ton of arms to show he was wind-milling them around as he fell, and he has a third foot to show the rapid motion of his leg as it swings upwards. Smears can be fun because you can get away with a lot. Be loose with them! I didn't even draw his face here.

Or this one that's a couple frames before that leads into the fast motion.

Once you learn and practice all these things (and more, there's more principles of animation!) your stuff will get smoother. I don't always think about all of these every time I animate, I've done it for years so its ingrained into me. Sometimes I'll think about it to make sure I'm getting motion right, but usually its just second nature. it just takes practice and getting used to it.

Hope this helps!

You can also try watching animation analysis videos and I recommend looking at old 2d animated Disney movies. Or go frame by frame on any animation you like. I've analyzed so many animations that I love and just absorbed their techniques.

#ask response #animation tips #principles of animation #art tips #art help #bean art #sorry i went a little crazy #like i said i love talking about animation #you activated a neuron #sun fnaf #moon fnaf

[messrsbyler]

byler headcanon where…

mike, who loves writing as we all know, also loves to read (duh) and one of his favorite books is the hobbit and, well, he kind of loses it when will confesses to him he hasn’t read it yet. so next day at school mike shoves his copy into will’s hands and tells him to read it so they can talk about it soon. and will reads it… but he’s not as fast as mike and he kind of dozes off the pages a lot when a scene gets really stuck in his head. next thing he knows he’s doodling in the margins of the book whatever just happened in the previous chapter with a pen nonetheless.

ofc will panics bc he knows mike loves to have his books in pristine condition and will didn’t mean to basically deface mike favorite book? so as soon as he’s back home he rushes to his room to check his savings and see if he has enough money to get mike a new copy. he doesn’t. maybe jonathan could help him out, or his mom, but it feels wrong to make them responsible for will’s mistake. besides, that would be lying to mike, and that’s something will won’t do.

next day mike is waiting for him at the school’s entrance with a bounce in his step and vibrant eyes. he wastes no time to ask “so? did you read it? did you like it? what was your favorite part?”.

will bites his lip and mike’s eyes drop to the book he’s holding in his hands. “uhm, mike. i-"

“yeah?”

“i sort of got distracted… while i was reading and i… uh-"

“hey” mike smiles at him and bumps their shoulders together. “it’s not big deal if you didn’t finish it yet. it’s a long book, after all. sorry, i didn’t want to pressure you.”

“you didn’t!” will rushes to say and mike’s brows spring up in surprise with a curious glance. “i mean, i haven’t finished it. but that’s not what i wanted… to say.”

“oh.” mike frowns. “so… you haven’t liked it so far? you don’t have to keep reading if-"

“i am liking it! a lot. but i also… i just… uhm, here. it’s better if you look by yourself.” will hands mike the copy did the book and glues his eyes to his shoes. his neck and cheeks prickle with heat at the same time something cold pools in his stomach. “sorry.”

“why are you-"

“just open it, mike.”

mike keeps quiet for a second and will can feel his eyes roaming through will’s body. and will knows mike is probably biting his tongue not to ask if he’s okay, if something happened, if it has to do with the upside down. he doesn’t ask, though, and will breathes a little better like that.

“okay, then?” and mike opens the book. and there, on the very first page at the title there’s nothing. mike keeps thumbing through the pages, probably confused. and then, “oh.”

yup, there it is. between the ending of a chapter and the beginning of another, will’s first doodle in the margins of the page. an illustration of what is happening in the pages with some of the blue ink smeared where will’s hand hovered too close to the paper and the smell of his ballpoint impressed on the page.

will looks up with his bottom lip still stuck between his teeth. mike’s eyes are pinned to the page, mouth barely parted and a frown barely hiding under his bangs.

“i’m so sorry, mike. i know you like to have your books as they come from the bookstore.” that is true. mike is the type of guy that rejects things like dog ears for marking a page or a broken spine. let alone a drawing in fucking blue ink in the middle of the book. “i- i kinda dozed off while reading? and i started doodling without noticing and then i saw what i did and it’s ink so i can’t erase it and- i thought on getting you a new copy. maybe next month? i probably can save enough by then-“

mike’s steady hand on his shoulder shuts will right up. he freezes under mike’s touch until his body recognises mike’s shape, the curve of his palm and the length of his fingers right where will’s neck connects with his shoulder. mike’s hand has been a constant weight there throughout their friendship. an anchor and a comfort, and so after the initial shock he gets whenever someone touches him (a little thing the upside down left him), will melted under the touch. his muscles go slack and he breathes out.

“will, i’m not mad.”

will blinks. he didn’t think mike would get mad. it’s hard to make mike mad, after all. well, no. that’s not true. it’s extremely easy to get mike worked up, but not for will. it’s as if mike has a few extra doses of patience reserved only for him. so, yeah. will didn’t expect mike to be mad, but he also didn’t expect to see mike smiling at him in that soft way of his, with a faint blush creeping up his neck and cheeks.

“you… are not?”

“of course not! are you kidding? will, this is so cool!” mike looks down at the drawing and his hand leaves will’s shoulder and a cold spot behind. mike’s fingers trace will’s defined lines in blue ink and it looks so… intimate. hell, is the sun suddenly hitting will with all its might? because he’s feeling a bit too squirmy and tickly on the back. and also a bit hot on the face. maybe he’s coming down with a fever. or maybe mike wheeler is being a menace to his health as always. “this drawing… it’s exactly what i see when i read the book.”

“really?” oh, great. just fantastic. more blushing.

“yeah. did you draw more?” mike thumbs through the pages and finds other two doodles, and he looks equally fascinated with both. “i… i love them, will.”

will could basically be classified as a new type of tomato right about now with how hot his cheeks burn. “you do?”

mike snorts and nods, looking up at will. “of course! why wouldn’t i? you know i love all of your art.”

deep breaths, byers. it’s not a good idea to hyperventilate right in front of your best friend you are in love with just because he loves your art. will clenches his hands and hides them in his pockets.

“uh, well. i just- i know you like to keep your books like brand new so- and that’s your favorite book too.”

“it for sure is my favorite one now.”

“huh?”

mike tilts his head and his eyes narrow to block the sunlight coming from will’s back. “well, because now you are in it, of course.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“that’s- cool.”

“yeah. cool.” mike smiles and will smiles back, feeling like he’s standing on air, as light as the clouds and about to float away at any second. but, well, even if he did, will knows would be there to keep him grounded and next to him. the thought is a bit dizzying and will pushes it away. “so… i’m guessing this is why you didn’t finish it? spent all the time doodling the scenes?” mike lifts the book and wiggles it in front of will.

will sighs. “yeah. maybe it was that.”

mike considers this for a moment and… okay, will isn’t sure what mike is even considering. next thing mike is snapping his fingers and giving the book back to will.

“tell you what. why don’t we head to mine after school?”

will tilts his head. “to read?”

“just trust me.”

the day comes and goes and before will knows it the last bell is ringing and he’s pushing his bike out of school and down the street to mike’s house with mike right beside him. will notices not lucas nor dustin follow them beyond their own houses. will also notices mike stops at lucas house for a few minutes before coming back next to will so they bike to his home. oh, okay. so this is a mike and will thing, and not a party thing. cool. that’s cool.

will isn’t sure what mike has in mind as they climb down to his basement. they slump down in the couch and mike opens his backpack right away.

“get the book,” he tells will and will does.

when he sits back up and look at mike, will is surprised to find another copy of the hobbit on mike’s lap. that one looks more worn down, with a broken spine and yellow-ish pages. definitely not mike’s.

will tenses and then melts when he feels mike’s thumb running up between his brows.

“stop with the growing,” mike laughs. “you are going to start to look to much like me.”

will rolls his eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “and what a tragedy would that be.” mike snorts and mike points at the book on mike’s lap. “where did that one come from?”

“i borrowed it from lucas.”

“oh. uhm, why?”

“so we can read! well,” mike gestures with his hands on the air like he does a lot when trying to get his point across. it’s a cute gesture will always notices. “so i can read while you draw.”

“huh?”

mike looks down at the book and there, again, there’s a faint shade of pink crawling up his neck and cheeks. mike shrugs and takes a breath in, looking back at will.

“i just thought i could, you know, read the book to you. out loud. i love the hobbit after all and a reread was long overdue. besides, like that you can keep drawing on my copy while i read to you.”

will’s eyes go a bit wide and he blinks in surprise. will knows mike as well as the palm of his hand, but there are moments when his best friend still manages to throw him out of balance in surprise.

“you want me to… keep drawing on your book?”

mike shrugs. it’s shy and contained, as if he was trying to make the gesture as small as possible. “if that’s okay with you.”

“is that okay with you?”

mike nods. “hell, yeah. like that, next time i read my copy i can see your drawings. i just… i don’t know… i think that would be pretty… cool.”

“cool?”

“yeah.”

will stares into mike’s eyes and goddamnit his heart better not throw him under the bus by jumping out of his mouth directly into mike’s lap. “okay. yeah, let’s do it.”

they find a comfortable position on the couch that ends up both of them laying on it in opposite directions, each of them resting their head on a couch arm and getting a pretty good view of the other. it’s a bit of a tight fit, especially since they aren’t little kids anymore and the couch didn’t care to grow along with them during all these years. but will is comfortable right where he is, with his hip pressed against mike’s hip, his legs being mike’s arm support, and just having mike this close at all.

it’s also not the most comfortable position to draw and will’s hand is about to cramp like hell, but he’ll choose to be haunted by another demogorgon before suggesting to move even an inch from where they are.

so, with his blue ballpoint in hand and both books opened at page 64, mike starts reading and will sinks into the melody of his voice, butterflies flapping against the edges of his stomach when mike makes voices for each character and when he sings under his breath the songs in a made up melody. mike’s voice wraps around will and guides his strokes on each page. will absorbed every word, every sentence, each one being carved in his brain with mike’s voice. his heart is pounding behind his ribs, fast but gentle at the same time, and soon he is dragged into a world of fantasy where the only ones from hawkins who remain to exist are him and mike.

they keep going like that for about a hundred and something pages and before they notice it a couple of hours have gone by.

“stay for dinner? we can keep reading after,” mike says as he stretches his arms up. his feet push against will’s shoulder.

“doesn’t your throat hurt reading for that long?” will asks, noticing mike’s voice as turned a bit raspier in the last hour. not something he hates, by any means. but, yeah. will notices.

“nah, i’m good. so, do you wanna?”

will smiles and nods. “yeah, sure.”

they don’t finish the book that night, but will doodles on many pages and by the time he gets home, he can still hear mike’s voice bouncing inside his ears, comforting and soft and just so… mike’s.

will slumps on bed face first and smiles into his pillow like the idiot in love he is. his fingers ache for keep drawing, but he doesn’t want to keep reading what’s left of the book without mike. this is their thing now, something they share and will wouldn’t have it any other way.

#long story short mike lends his fav book to will and will doodle in the margins #fluff then happens #this headcanon became longer than it was supposed to be rip me #i guess this is now a ficlet? #byler #this came out of nowhere into my head and i kept making it up as i typed so if some part doesn’t make sense is bc i’m literally falling #asleep as i type this #byler tumblr #this is probably a mine field (?) of typos so if you find one cover your eyes thank you #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #byler endgame #byler ao3 #mike x will #will x mike #byler headcanon #byler scenario #byler ficlet #byler fanfic #byler fluff

[arabriddler]

Or how I fudge and find out my way through making digital paintings.

art program used here : Procreate ( but the method can be applied to other programs )

original painting time ≈ 3 hrs

*note : English isn’t my native language in case something is confusing or wrong. Don’t hesitate to ask for more details regarding anything

**more important note : take breaks, drink water, don’t push your hands too hard.

Base

I start off by sketching where the bodies and objects are. Nothing too detailed. I’m just arranging stuff around and figuring out sizes. You shouldn’t spend too much time in drawing this and they shouldn’t be detailed so you can easily move the elements around without exhausting yourself beforehand ( also to avoid getting bored when you’re just starting.

composition is a little complex to figure out but for this one I made the characters around the middle point to create some sort of guide for the observer’s eye movement.

2. Initial sketch (optional)

I usually make one sketch for a drawing unless it has little details or elements I’m not used to drawing. For this one it was figuring out the clothes and the details on them. Again, don’t pressure yourself to make this look perfect or right. You’re just figuring out where things are.

As you can see, the sketch is pretty rough, not all the details on the hands are drawn. The eyeliner are still there and the chair is just a shape. Lots of lines are overlapping and.. you basically get the idea.

3. Second (final) sketch.

I wouldn’t call this a lineart. Linearts are more careful, less rough, cleaner. I like using sketches more than linearts because I like the rough sketchy texture they provide, and also it’s less restricting boring for me personally . Although we keep in mind this is the drawing we’ll color. So we’re more careful about it. I draw the details and clean the sketch.

also don’t be like me, I forgot to draw the cane here and was upset about it :(( didn’t notice till days later. But also sometimes I do change things here. This one wasn’t on purpose though.

it’s important here to avoid chicken scratch by using less strokes. For example. Instead of drawing a curve with say a hundred strokes, draw it with one and then clean up anything wrong. You make have to redo one stroke a hundred times to get it right, but it’s cleaner and softer. ( it helps with drawing hair )

Nothing is wrong in art but it depends what kinds of effect you want. You can use both methods to give different vibes, draw different things. But it’s important to know how to do them. oh and, it is one stroke but it’s fast. If you linger on it the line will come out woobly and shakey. If you do it fast it’ll come out clean.

4. Blocking.

You go back over the drawing here to fill in black spaces. Maybe if someone has black hair or for shading, you can also add texture on things like walls and etc*. I like leaving some white spaces when doing this because black is very reflective irl, so it gives some shine to it. It honestly depends on what the black element is, something’s are shiny some things are not. But it’s pretty fun

**when it comes to texture this is an example from another drawing

5. Grey scale coloring.

I have already a plate on hand of colors from white to black to use in my drawings. You can use three or more. This is the one I use

Circles to indicate that if you have white, grey, and black, that’s enough. why grey scale? The thing about grey scale coloring is that it helps figuring out contrast. You don’t want all your drawing to be of similar tone, when you have contrast, it helps make elements pop and differentiate things.

"Joseph Nelson." Roboflow Blog, May 15, 2020. https://blog.roboflow.com/when-to-use-contrast-as-a-preprocessing-step/

I’m honestly still figuring out how greyscale works but, looking at real life pictures is one way you can know how to do it. See how light is distributed where whites and blacks are used. One key element is to figure out where light comes from, and shading according to that . The light source isn’t very strong with this drawing so it was more of a simplified shading. If something is over the other, shade underneath. That’s the simplest way to figure out shading

before coloring, I did change the sketch to a more grey color and set the layer to multiply. What multiply does is that it darkens the color underneath it with a hue of the color in the multiply layer. I know, confusing, so here is a picture.

Sorry, got a little detailed there. back to our drawing.

As I said, the light source wasn’t very complex here to give more of a photo shoot vibe, but I can show another drawing with a more natural strong light

Places directly getting the light get very light colors like white, the ones opposite use very dark grey or even black.

of course the coloring here isn’t very realistic, I have, after all, colored the character, kristen, in lighter colors than everything else. This is because I wanted to create a sense of contrast to make her pop out against the background. So don’t limit yourself, play around.

6. gradient map

gradient maps replace the grey scale colors into other colors on a specific range, you can use a gradient map offered by the program or one you make yourself. How to chose them? Depending on the vibe you want to translate. I have synesthesia so I sort of follow my gut when it comes to this, but you can also look at movies and pictures and see what colors they use and what feelings they give. Or just go warm colors give warm feelings and cold colors give cold feelings. Or just whatever you like. Just have fun with it

See? It looks pretty fun. Heck you can even stop here even. Note that I merged the sketch layer and the grey scale one into one layer so it can change the color of the sketch layer too. Also sometimes id use the blur tool to blend some things but I didn’t use that here.

another thing to note is that if you leave things empty in the greyscale drawing they won’t change color in the gradient map, that’s why I use white in the empty spaces. Or sometimes I don’t if I’m unsure if I want to keep something white/black or not.

7. Coloring.

here, I add another layer and set it to multiply and basically color it in over the drawing. I have the colors for the characters on hand to use, and they change according to the gradient map.

note that it will look weird and wrong at first but just keep going, trust the process. The colors will fit in together.

Also notice the difference between the colors in the drawing and the colors on the color palette. Cool no?

And this is how the whole thing looks. You can also add details in here. Like the drawings on the vets and Ed’s bow tie. Makeup, blush, lipstick, nail paint… etc etc.

8. Details

I add another normal setting layer here and basically go back over the drawing to add details, fix mistakes, draw over things to make them pop off or look more hard than soft.

I mostly like going over the hair and facial features in this step, and also adding highlights and shine.

I also felt that the background was a little too empty, but I didn’t want something too detailed so it wouldn’t take the attention from the characters. so I added a pattern.

9. Finale touches. (Optional) sometimes the drawing is done here, sometimes it’s not.

I’d maybe add overlay and/or add layers and to highlight light sources, or add a multiply layer to emphasize shadows like in this example.

for this drawing I didn’t do that as I was satisfied with the lights and shadow, but it still felt too… rigid.

so I added a textile texture as a multiply layer so it would look more…Touchable?

And…that’s it!

If you like this, you can check out the original drawing’s post ( or support me on ko-fi? ) 👀👀👀

#Art tutorial #art tips #artists on tumblr #procreate #bee’s art

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Round Two: Stegouros vs Spicomellus

Stegouros elengassen

Artwork by Luis Enrique Pérez López, written by @zygodactylus

Name Meaning: Armored Creature with a Roofed Tail

Time: 74.9 to 71.7 million years ago (Campanian to Maastrichtian stages of the Late Cretaceous) 

Location: Dorotea Formation, Patagonia, Chile 

South America is just where the nonavian dinosaur party is happening these days! Stegouros is another recently described species from this continent, and another weird one - it was an Ankylosaur, but not a Nodosaur or an Ankylosaurid, and more to the point, instead of a tail club it had a series of vertebrae enclosed in osteoderms, in a shape that looked a lot like a macuahuitl - the tail was also very short, shorter than any other Thyreophoran, with flattened vertebrae coming together to form the strange and distinctive shape (similar short vertebrae are known from its relative, Antarctopelta). At around 2 meters long, it was very small for an Ankylosaur, though it had a head that was quite large for its body. It also had inward curving teeth, making them look vaguely hourglass-shaped, though they were also asymmetrical. It had many typical ankylosaur traits, but also some stegosaurian ones such as hollow sides to their vertebrae. Overall, it was very similar in proportions and appearance to Antarctopelta, indicating Antarctopelta may have looked more like Stegouros than previously thought. It had limb bones similar to cursorial Ankylosaurs, indicating Stegouros itself was a fast and efficient mover; and it even had claws shaped like hooves which may have enabled even more efficient running and locomotion. So, yeah. A short big headed ankylosaur built for running with a freaking ax on its tail. That’s normal! Living in the Dorotea Formation, Stegouros probably lived near the coast, alongside different sorts of mammals, fish, bivalves, amphibians, plesiosaurs, turtles, and unnamed dinosaurs such as opposite birds, megaraptors, Unenlagiines, and possible titanosaurs. 

Spicomellus afer

Artwork by @i-draws-dinosaurs, written by @zygodactylus

Name Meaning: African Collar of Spikes 

Time: 168 to 164 million years ago (Bathonian to Callovian stages of the Middle Jurassic) 

Location: Third Subunit, El Mers Group, Fès-Meknès, Morocco 

Spicomellus is the oldest known Ankylosaur, and also the first described Ankylosaur from North Africa! But that isn’t even the weirdest thing about it! Spicomellus had dermal spikes, fused to the bone, forming a collar (for which it was named) around its neck. Given that the spike were fused to the underlying bone - something no other ankylosaur does - it is probable that it wouldn’t have had a particularly flexible neck, or an easy time moving in general if the pattern continued throughout the body. It probably would have been around 3 meter long at the most, similar in size to other ankylosaurs from the Middle Jurassic. Coming from the El Mers Group, i tlived alongside Cetiosaurus, the stegosaur Adratiklit, megalosaurs, and teleosaurids. Spicomellus adds to a growing diversity of Jurassic Ankylosaurs, showing how Ankylosaurs and Stegosaurs lived alongside each other for a large period of time (the Middle and Late Jurassic epochs) and that the extinction of the Stegosaurs must have been due to a different, unrelated factor.

#dmm #dinosaur march madness #dinosaurs #birds #dmm rising stars #dmm round two #birblr #palaeoblr #paleontology #bracket #march madness #polls #stegouros #spicomellus

[popoturnip]

How would the DMC characters ask you to be their valentine? Part 1

Inculding: Dante, Vergil x Gn!reader (separate)

Word count: 2807

Dante

Old school, uses cheesy tactics, and his past attempts have backfired, hard. But thankfully Dante's confidence doesn't shake! He's rather matte about asking you, yet where's the fun in that?

He won't necessarily observe your reactions, of course if you pay no heed to him for a considerate amount of time, he'll eventually buzz off. (In this instance, you are very much into him.)

Any chance Dante has got, he will bring up valentine's, teasingly!

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Comes a regular purge of demons, and a regular day of you two slaying them, as a regular. These beasts were light and weak, fast, in hoards. You two fought coordinately, till a brute pushed you straight into Dante.

"Woah chicas, leave this for valentine's day!"

"Dante!"

Another scenario is where you two are casually in public, till Dante spots a romantic couple. Best way to explain is the couple from a single person's prospective, are an eye sore.

Dante clicks his tongue, "ah...if only I had a valentine."

These instances repeat, till one day your completely at his "mercy".

Dante: "if only-"

"Yes."

Dante: "..aha?"

"Yes, I'll be your valentine."

Dante: "hah, too easy." he exclaims, pulling you into a loving embrace and leaving small chuckles.

What a guy!

Vergil

Son of sparda, who opened demon portals, who you must be very forbearing with.

He doesn't aspire to rush things, and or any bold actions just to be closer with you, respecting these decisions would be the most certain step towards a closer relation.

At close, it may not appear that he's giving any notice to your actions. From a side view, he is careful, genteel, and warm eyed. Vergil truly loves you, yet we know him, a seemingly numb man, how can we go forward?

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Vergil has forever been studied as a poet, a way with words. And so, every once in a while, you receive letters of heart touching words. Every letter gets you a stone's throw away from him, little by little. This includes the itching days before valentine's!

Who is walking swirls in the room, you? No, Vergil.

We know he's an insider, but seeing vergil stare at the foxing paper with furrowed eyebrows really makes me think.

Vergil acts of a scarecrow, eyeing whatever words he inked. There is no problem with said poem, but are you able to accuse him of being nervous? Vergil wishes for this to be ideal, of course, the little raven on his shoulder argues otherwise.

Ay, poor man eventually announced it to send.

Draw nigh evening, and the both of you have a meeting, at a park! It is usual for him to pick a silent area, so you didn't suspect anything sudden. A titchy heart-to-heart took place, before the both of you part, Vergil states that he has something to gift, you also hear a tint of nervousness, only a teeny bit.

Picking the poem out vergils hands, you read warily, reading and picking out words, for the summary is immensely vivid!

A smile gently evolves on your face, you hold onto said gift, and kiss Vergil on the cheek.

You notice he glimmers a bit, sort of a shock.

Now you trot back towards ones abode!

Vergil is stunned, holding his hand on the smooched cheek.

Jittery, shuffled into a softness, was that a yes? Whilst you depart, without consiounsness his monotone lips curved a soft smile. I suppose it was a yes.

#devil may cry #dmc5 dante #vergil dmc #dmc headcanons #dmc5 #dante sparda #vergil #dante x reader

[carpisuns]

do you have tips to draw kisses?

hi this has been sitting in my box for a while bc I always forget to come back to things lol sorry

Very surprised you would come to me of all people for such advice haha so firstly I will link my go-to kiss-drawing tutorials which I refer to almost every time I draw a kiss! Lol

This one is labeled in my private discord as “That One Kiss Tutorial” bc I never want to lose it lol

This one is also very helpful!

my personal goal when I draw a smooch is to have a Squish factor to it. I want it to look like they are existing on the same plane and that there is actual lip contact happening and that they are pressing their lips together with squish rather than overlapping like pieces of paper. U know what i mean. Also applies to forehead and cheek kisses and squishing faces together. I do not know how well I manage to achieve this but I’ve found it helps to show a clear point of contact that is kind of a flat line. Basically this part of the first tutorial i linked:

I refer to this frequently so you can see how I try to do the line with the little lines coming off it like they’re describing haha

Depending on the style you might also just draw minimal lines or even no lines at all where their lips are making contact. That can have a nice effect too for a more simplistic style. I doodled this real fast to attempt to show you what I mean and idk maybe it looks a little weird ? But I dug in my tags and found this and this which are good examples of that style

Also I’m not great at drawing heads at different angles so I struggle to do the more severe head tilt but it helps to make sure the direction of the curve of their eye is going the opposite direction if that makes sense. like in the above examples, I gave one of them a downward arc for the eye and the other one an upward arc for the eye to show which direction their head is tilting. A little bit of shading can go a long way to hint at that tilt too.

if lip contact is just too hard to do, you can always draw the kiss from an angle to obscure their lips altogether! if the “camera” is behind on of their heads instead of straight on from the side, like this

These are closeups but this is a good example of what I mean

Anyway, I’m not an expert but these are my little tricks to try to draw something that I hope looks like a passable kiss haha. kisses are tough so don’t beat yourself up for not being satisfied with the ones you draw yet. Just keep trying and you’ll get the hang of it. Good luck and happy drawing!! 💜💜

#anon #ask #tutorial #art tips

[amaesama]

Might I ask for some Helen NSFW HCs? I’m curious to see your personal thoughts on what he’s into/what he likes

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST OMG!! I am not ashamed to admit that I am a massive simp for Helen and this request is just 😚👌 I’ve been looking for an excuse to make this so thank yooouuu.

TW: mentions of blood, cutting and safe words.

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑂𝑡𝑖𝑠|𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠．

So at the beginning of your relationship Helen didn’t really know what to do.

He’s had absolutely zero experience in this so you’ll have to guide him and let him know what you want, as well as help him figure out what he wants.

Because of that I don’t see him that kinky. At least at the start 👀

He’s also canonically described as ‘a jerk with the facade of being a gentleman,’ and as he’s had a lot of time to sort out his issues after everything happened I think he’s learnt to hold some degree of respect towards people he cares for, which luckily includes you!

You’ll start off pretty vanilla, if you’re not a virgin when you get with him you might have to be on top for the first few times you have sex, he will watch you as you ride him to become acquainted with the face you make when you feel good so he knows what to look for.

If you ARE a virgin then it’ll just be two people who have no idea what to do and it’s honestly borderline funny how you’re both sat there not knowing what to do. In this situation he’s happy to top and will try his best to be slow. However, if he is your first time then he might get a bit too excited when he see’s the look of pain on your face when he first goes in.

Honestly might nut then and there.

Especially if you bleed, we all know of his little thing with blood.

He won’t be that vocal at the start. He’s a pretty quiet guy in general, so it’ll be hard for you to figure out how he’s feeling.

There’s definitely other ways of making him speak, though 👀

ANYWAY.

He’s got an pretty dick. I’d say he’s rocking a solid 5.7 inches, nothing too big but definitely a bit above average. He’s also on the slender side, he’s not too girthy but his dick curves up a bit and really drags along your insides. Pretty veiny as well. Very stimulating indeed. As I said he’s not too sure what to do.

Once he gets the hang of it he’ll get a bit more… experimental.

Helen experimentalist confirmed?

He will absolutely pace himself excruciatingly slow to torment you. He’s kind of an ass like that. He’ll just be there, watching you beg him to fuck you properly and he’s like 🙃

Sometimes he will not got fast at all and the whole time he will go super slow, even when you’re both on the brink of an orgasm he will not stutter his hips until the very final thrust where he slams so hard and so deep into you.

He also likes mutual masterbation. He really likes it. Especially when he has you leaning against his chest at just the right angle to kiss you at.

He’s sees it as something very intimate, he likes to feel every curve of your body with his free hand while the other plays with you.

Also go down on him. Please. He ADORES the angle he’s watching you from, if you allow him he will totally draw you or take a picture and draw from the picture. This is also one of the rare times he’ll use his voice and boooyyy

His voice is gorgeous, like I cannot express how pretty his voice is. At this point, it’ll only be very quiet breathy moans but still.

If you want him to moan properly then you will most likely have to top or dom him, I see him as a switch so you’ll 100% get a chance to (only if you want to, of course). He’s also a bit of an experimentalist so if you try something you’ll be able to tell if he likes it from how loud he is.

He will also be totally up for pegging, he’ll be a bit hesitant at first but he wants to try everything at least once. He’ll also want to be in missionary the first time he tries it as he isn’t 100% comfortable with being in a position where he can’t see you, poor guy has a few trust issues :(

He ends up liking it.

Is it his favourite thing to do with you? Nope. Although he does get pleasure from it, something about it just doesn’t completely do it for him, but if it’s something you are particularly interested in doing then he will any time (make sure to make sure he’s completely ok with it, though. Consent is key✨).

He’ll almost definitely let out a few moans when you peg him. Like proper loud moans. They’re high pitched and breathy. 10/10 should definitely be on Spotify and any other streaming sights.

As I mentioned in my Stroke By Stroke fic (which you should totally check out if you haven’t already), Helen can get caught up in his painting sometimes and it’s pretty common for him to ignore you for a bit. He does try to make it up to you when he finished up though.

Half of the time he’ll make it all about you and treat you like an absolute ANGEL. He’ll be kissing you everywhere, feeling every part of you and make you feel amazing after the hours he spent neglecting you. At these times he will go as fast it as slow as you want him to go. You want a rough dick down so you won’t be able to walk for the next few days? He gotchu. You want him to just embrace you and love you? On it bb.

He will totally leave hickeys and will try to draw blood.

This man absolutely has a blood kink.

My dears if you ever meet someone with a blood kink, run the other way.

He tries his best to keep it under wraps and as you are one of the few people he cares for he won’t actively try to hurt you. But there has been times where he’s thrusting away and he’ll just whip out a knife and ask to cut you up, it won’t be a deep or long cut, just enough to paint you in your own blood.

He’s weird idk.

If you’re into pain and you enjoy the thrill and danger then go for it, it’ll rile him up and he will cum so hard just from you being ok with him hurting you.

If you’re not into it? Do not let him. As I said he is a jerk with the facade of a gentleman and I can see him try to persuade you into doing it, but do not let him.

Unfortunately I think in situations like this it’s likely that you’ll have to use a safe word, which he will always listen to.

Also weird thought but he has some thick paint brushes, he keeps his brushes clean and sometimes when you’re horny and he’s busy painting he’ll just hand you a clean one and you’ll be like 🧍

Totally use it and make loads of noise, he’ll try so hard to ignore you but my mans will be fighting for his life like holy shit he’s so hard rn you don’t even know

Then give it back to him lmao. He will either never use that paintbrush again as to not taint it or cum in his pants just from the thought of you getting off with his brush. Or both.

HOWEVER if he’s painting and you try to suck him off he will absolutely not have it. He will pick you up and put you in his bed and not even play with you when he’s done. He won’t stand for that shit.

He is B A D at aftercare.

Once again he is a jerk at first and he doesn’t really understand why he has to do it, his part is over isn’t it? You have to explain why it’s important and it takes him a while but he finally gets it. He’ll clean you both up and change the sheets, before getting into bed tangling you limbs with his and going to sleep.

Bless

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #helen otis #helen otis x reader #bloody painter #creepypasta headcanon #bloody painter x reader #Helen Otis smut #bloody painter smut

[cowboyfromh3ll]

God, I LOVE your writing! And I was afraid of sending a request but here I am. 😊 I was thinking a lot about John x Reader, but the reader being a bounty hunter who could have been in love with him (he's in love too) for some time and makes excuses to "go after his bounty" very often.

Nobody

(John Marston x Fem!Reader Fluff)

Hi guys I finally uploaded again teehee

Warnings: none

There was a loneliness so great within you that you could see it within the slow movements of the sun traveling across the sky, in the way the shadows warped and curved in following the sun's path, in the way a clock's hands ticked. An estranged family and being forced to live on your own led you to a new season of loneliness that you could not move on from. You waited patiently for someone or something to take your hand, and lead you into the next phase. But maturing came with the realization that no one would come to save you, so you'd have to fend for yourself.

In many ways, bounty hunting fulfilled you. Financially speaking, it provided you with just enough to get by, but not enough where you could settle down and live comfortably without a care in the world. Bounty hunting also allowed you interesting interactions. You'd occasionally have one on one conversations with the people you were turning in, able to see glimpses into the type of people they were and what type of lives they led besides what was foretold on the bounty posters. It also made you feel less lonely; the intimate nature of some of these conversations made you feel as though you were talking to an old friend you ran into in the middle of the market and wanted to catch up. But as soon as the town approaches on the horizon, your bubble was burst; a reminder that you were in fact turning in a dangerous criminal, and not your old pal who you got into bad sorts with.

You supposed going after John so often was worth it for the thrill alone. He was a conniving little weasel who always found himself getting out of arrest or being turned in. When you saw the $400 bounty on his head, you knew this was someone to go after, though you never did expect to have so much fun.

For one, he put up a fight. They all usually did, but he was so crass and petulant: there was something slightly amusing about the way he squirmed and cried out whenever you lassoed him, the way he grunted and tried to fight back whenever you hog tied him and tightened the rope just enough to keep him teetering on the edge of discomfort. You got a sadistic pleasure out of subduing the man, and you could never consider yourself too disappointed whenever he managed to escape; it always meant you could try and capture him again another time.

It got to the point where you made things too easy for him. You wouldn't run as fast or spur your horse on. You fumbled with knots and didn't draw them nearly tight enough. You indulged in idle chit chat that had nothing to do with your objective to turn him in, which he would use against you to distract you and get away. Surprisingly enough, he actually entertained your meaningless chatter. And you learned quite a deal about him through it.

Outlaw on the run. Rides with a gang. Lives life by no rules. Could he be any more enticing? The fact he had a son with another woman didn't scare you off either. As far as you knew they ended on amicable terms so you supposed you weren't crossing any lines. It's not like you were actively pursuing him anyway.

Well, in a way you were. One could consider seeking him out repeatedly with no real intentions of turning him in to be active pursuit.

On one particular instance of your pursuit, he had finally inquired on your persistence for capturing him.

"Christ woman, I don't know why you keep coming after me. You clearly don't get anything out of it." He continued to thrash and fight back like some deer that'd been caught and was trying to fight off its attackers. His bouts of aggression came in intervals, convulsing like a fish out of water until you finally straddled his back.

"There's a thrill in the chase. Especially when it's such a big fish." You continued to fiddle with ropes, pretending as if you had never tied a knot in your life. "It's also kinda hilarious how I keep catching you."

"Yeah well, you never can quite turn me in at the end of the day." He sneered, smirking to himself in self satisfaction. You scoffed and tied his wrists, pulling on the ropes a painful amount and tying the knot fully.

"Have you ever considered I let you go?" You rebuked.

"Have you ever considered I let you catch me?"

John reveled in your disbelief, taking your silent scoff as a sign that he had won this battle. Suddenly he was turned over by you; you straddling his hips while he lay on the dirt road beneath you. If anyone rode by he couldn't begin to imagine what they would think was going on. Especially in public.

"You keep up that smart mouth and I might actually turn you in this time." You threatened. But it was empty, it held no weight, and you both knew it.

"So you admit you only come after me to see me and not actually turn me in?" He teased.

"I never said that."

"Well, I'm sure there's a ton of other bounties you could spend your time going after instead of wasting your time coming after me for no reason. You must either be really bored, or desperate to see me."

John's comment made you want to pistol whip him, but it also made you want to kiss him. To drop to your knees next to him and bow your head and profess just how much you really liked him. Part of you hoped he also enjoyed your little adventures just as much as you did. That he also looked forward to seeing you every few days and counted down the hours until he felt the snagging texture of your lasso against his skin that was still recovering from the rope burn be gained only days ago.

"You're right, I could. But none of em are quite as entertaining as you are." You stood up from John, towering over him and blocking out the sun from his view. He was afforded a better view of your face, and his sarcastic demeanor melted into one of endearment.

"There's other ways to reach me, woman. But hey, I don't mind playing rough." You rolled your eyes at him, gently kicking his ribs as a warning.

"You're a bold man, John Marston." You chided, squatting down to begin to try and carry him. John was used to the sequence of events, so he stiffened his body to try and help you during the awkward phase of attempting to lug him over your shoulder. Once you did, he put on the same act as damsel in distress.

"You gonna actually turn me in this time?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"I'll see how I feel on the way there."

You were so good at being alone, dealing with the loneliness, until you came after John again, and you were aching all over again.

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Nobody - Mitski

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption 2 x reader #van der linde gang x reader #writing #red dead fanfiction #john marston #John marston fluff #John Marston x reader #john marston x reader fluff

[nohoney]

Touya sits on his chair, ready with his sketchbook and pencil in hand, watching with the rest of the class as the teacher circles around the blank space that the model is supposed to stand in. Reminders again to not focus too hard. Not too fast not too slow either. The model will change poses or props after fifteen minutes.

The art teacher waves their hand over and feet quietly pad over to them at the very center of the circle.

The robe slips off your body and the art teacher takes it for you, allowing you to make your first pose for the class.

He sketches your back and shoulders first, graphite put to paper to draw the lines of your curves and how your hair is styled as well. Looking up occasionally, he admires the lighting against your skin and his gaze lingers a little longer than it’s supposed to.

“Next pose.”

It’s your profile this time and something in him is a little nervous for some reason as he tries to draw a decent reflection of you into his sketchbook. Touya doesn’t know why; it’s not like you’ll see it. He focuses on your body and draws the curve of your breast, drawing a little point that’s supposed to be your nipple.

He imagines his hand placed right at your ribcage with his thumb brushing underneath your soft tit.

Touya clears his throat and tries to clear his mind of what just popped up. There’s nothing sexual in nature about drawing nude figures; in fact one would consider it almost clinical. It’s only strictly for learning anatomy.

But did they have to choose a model so hot this time?

You change into the next pose which is of you lounging in a chair and facing towards his direction. He wonders what you’re thinking of to pass the time. Your legs are drawn onto paper and Touya imagines what it’d be like to run his hand along your thighs. He wonder if you’d be nervous if he did, he’s been told his hands are cold. But maybe you’re not shy seeing as you’re quite comfortable being drawn nude by strangers.

“Don’t focus too hard on where her waist goes up.”

Touya’s a little startled but he nods his head. Only the bottom half of you had been drawn by him so he rushes a little to sketch your upper body on the chair. This time he has full view of your tits and your face. He glances again and he sees that your eyes are set forward as if looking at him.

It’s just a pose though, probably looking past him and needing to stay still—

No. He swears that you are actually looking at him.

“Alright, small break everyone and then we’ll do two more times before dismissal.”

The art teacher gives you your robe and walks you off to the side. Most of the students stand up from their chairs and stretch their body. Touya’s sketchbook is set down and he remains in his chair as he lets out a quiet sigh. He feels guilty; he has a boner. And of all days to wear sweatpants too.

But he calms down enough after a few minutes and glances to where you’re at. You’re speaking with some of the other students and having a little laugh. He wonders how you can feel so comfortable knowing that the very people before you know what you look like with no clothes on.

Ugh, I sound like such a prude.

The break is announced over and you’re back in the center with the robe taken away. The chair rotates to a different direction and Touya notes how you angle your head, resting your cheek into your palm and drawing in a breath before exhaling. He sees how your eyes glaze over and you drift off to whatever la la land keeps your mind busy as your body is used for anatomical purposes.

Class is dismissed and Touya is slow to pack his things. He wonders if he can catch one last glance of you before he leaves the campus. You’re dressed up in comfortable clothes and talking with the art teacher near the entrance. A tote bag hangs on your shoulder along with a carabiner of your keys and keychains clipped to the strap. He finds your style quite cute.

He’s all packed up and ready to leave, being the last student to vacate the studio. Giving a passing nod to the art teacher, he hears you say, “Yeah I’d love to come back and model again for this class.”

Touya steps out the studio and walks to the exit. He hears the door of the studio close from behind and he looks over his shoulder. You share a glance with him before giving a smile and a wave. He only returns the latter.

He’s in his bed, looking over the page that consists of your body. Touya critiques himself quietly, running his finger along where he thinks he drew your legs too long or that the bend of your arm doesn’t look quite right to him.

Next time you stand for the class again, he silently promises to himself to draw you a little better.

#i was looking over my friend’s sketchbook of nude models and just found them so fascinating #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #bnha x reader

[oliverreedmasterass]

In honor of the twins’ birthday weekend...

Synopsis: Danny and Sam take the twins to a private karaoke room to celebrate their 27th birthday

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: drinking, language, Oliver Reed 

Notes: thank you @jmkho for letting me bounce my ideas off of you!! 

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“So you’re not gonna tell us where we’re going?” Jake leaned forward from the backseat of Sam’s Tesla to ask between Sam and Danny, who were in the front. 

“Nope!” They both chirped with bright smiles. 

“Great,” Jake mumbled, looking worried. 

“Ease up,” Josh gave him a playful nudge. “I’m sure they’ve got a fun evening planned.” 

“You don’t turn 27 everyday,” Danny turned around to tell Jake. “You should be more excited.” 

Danny shook his head when he saw that Jake was crossing his arms with a deep frown, glaring at the back of Sam’s driver’s seat. 

“I would be more excited if I didn’t have severe trust issues,” Jake grumbled. “I don’t understand why everything has to be a secret tonight.” 

“I requested it,” Josh told Jake. “I like a little surprise on my birthday.” 

“I’m glad you do,” Jake retorted. 

“It’s not like we’re gonna push you off a cliff or something, Jake,” Sam tried to comfort him. 

Jake thought on Sam’s words. “I don’t like that you thought of that as an example. That doesn’t make me feel better at all.” 

“Look, Jake,” Danny tried to establish eye contact with him. “We made a reservation at a very normal place to celebrate a birthday. It’s going to be a fun evening, you know, once you get a few drinks in you.” 

While Jake remained stiff with worry, Josh bounced up and down in his seat in eager anticipation for the night ahead. 

The twin’s body language remained the same as Sam drove into the parking lot of a karaoke bar. Jake stared out the window at the neon lights and had to do everything within his power to not let out a deep groan. When Sam and Danny asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday, he had insisted that all he wanted was a few good drinks and to slow things down for a bit. He was certain that Josh must have given them the exact opposite request, so this was how they were meeting them in the middle. Sometimes it stunk to share a birthday with his brother. 

“No way,” Josh’s voice raised in excitement. “We’re doing karaoke?” 

“We have a private booth,” Sam shared as he put the car into park. “One hour of unlimited drinks and non-stop singing.”

Josh turned to Jake, ready to share his excitement, but his smile quickly curved down when he saw that Jake was pouting at the building. 

“Hey, snap out of it,” Josh said, smacking Jake in the arm with the back of his hand. That got Jake to turn in his direction and scowl while rubbing at his bicep. “You’re gonna have fun tonight, god dammit.” 

Jake knew he would be scolded for ruining Josh’s night if he didn’t give into things, so he let out a small huff and unbuckled his seatbelt. 

“Let’s go then,” he said. Better to get things over with fast than to draw it out. 

The four made their way through the front doors and were immediately greeted by even more neon lights in the darkened reception area. Jake gazed around at the bar that he was definitely going to hit up, and the line of rooms that seemed to surround the bar in a circle. Inside those rooms he could just barely make out groups of people flailing their bodies around to muffled music. Josh joined Jake’s side and put a hand on his shoulder. 

“I know birthdays are hard for you,” he said under his breath. “Getting older is scary. But we’re in our prime, we gotta enjoy things before we start cracking like glow sticks and knock out after a single drink.” 

“I know, I know,” Jake said. He understood where Josh was coming from, it was just kind of his thing to sulk around on his birthday every year. He had been doing it for so long, he really didn’t know what else to do with himself on his special day. 

Sam and Danny checked in with the receptionist and then motioned for Jake and Josh to join them when they were handed a key to one of the rooms. 

“She said that we could start with some drinks now and order more to the room later if we run out,” Danny said mostly to Jake. It was clear that he was doing everything he could to make Jake feel content, which he did appreciate. 

“Why don’t you go to the room and I’ll grab us some drinks then?” he proposed. He hoped he could stall a bit so they wouldn’t immediately force a microphone in his hand. 

“Don’t be crazy,” Sam shook his head. “Drinks are on me tonight.” 

Even though Jake wanted to protest, Danny and Josh steered him to their private room while Sam peeled off for the bar, promising he would get them the “good shit.” Jake winced, bracing himself for a long evening of tequila shots and margaritas: the only two drinks Sam apparently knew how to order. 

They made their way into the room and Jake purposefully took a seat as far away from the microphone stand as he could. The room was on the smaller side, but it still gave them plenty of room to thrash around, which Jake knew for a fact was going to happen. While Josh and Danny started to excitedly look through the song options, Jake leaned forward, practically curling into a ball to disappear from reality. Sam entered the room, his arms loaded with, of course, tequila shots and margaritas, and forced a glass into Jake’s hand. 

“Bottoms up!” Sam called to his older brother. “Here’s to 27!” 

Jake wasn’t happy about it, but Josh grabbed his arm and lifted him to his feet so they could all clink their glasses together, before shooting it back. 

“Fuck me,” Josh choked. “This tequila is awful.” 

“It’s a karaoke bar, what did you expect?” Sam laughed. 

“Something that doesn’t taste like gasoline,” Josh muttered. 

“Jake, do you want to kick things off?” Danny asked, holding the microphone up to Jake. 

“No,” Jake couldn’t hide his disgust at the thought of being the first one to sing and make a huge fool of himself. 

“I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea,” Danny murmured. He passed the microphone to Josh, who looked to be on the verge of imploding, he was so excited. 

“Give Jake a tambourine, that’ll lift his spirits,” Josh leaned into Danny’s side. “One more drink in him and he’ll start to come around. It’s like clockwork, I promise.” 

Danny seemed to take some solace in that, and he grabbed a tambourine to force into Jake’s hands. The shitty tequila was catching up to Jake a lot faster than he would have expected but, as he started to sip away at his mediocre margarita, he found that he was still feeling unenthusiastic about singing with his friends. 

Josh didn’t let Jake’s sour mood ruin his day as he selected a song with a mischievous grin and leaned over to bellow into the microphone, 

“HOW ARE YOU ALL DOING TONIGHT?” 

Jake jumped in surprise while Danny and Sam let out loud cackles at Josh’s spectacle.

“THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, SIR JACOB THOMAS!”

“Yeah, Jack!” Sam clapped before getting body slammed by Jake. 

 A disco ball started to spin above their heads, engulfing them in flashes of pulsing light as “Dancing Queen” pumped out from the speakers. Josh pitched his voice up and started to give the song his all, opening his arms up to the room while closing his eyes. While Sam and Danny cheered and danced along, Jake stared his brother down and worked on his drink. Karaoke was the bane of his existence. 

“Come on, sing along, you know this one!” Josh took a break to encourage his twin. He put the mic up to Jake’s face but, with a scowl, Jake pushed it away. 

“Boooooo,” Sam and Danny gave him a big thumbs down. 

Josh shrugged, unbothered by Jake’s brooding, and worked the room, dancing like he was in the Mamma Mia cast with a wide grin. Jake grabbed another shot and threw it back as he watched his friends. It did look like they were having a good time: Sam looked straight out of Saturday Night Fever with some of the moves he was busting out, and Danny didn’t seem to have a single worry in the world. Josh was entirely in his element, proving that disco really does live in the pelvis, and a few times he caught Jake’s eye, making subtle motions, encouraging him to join them. Jake was starting to feel more loose, the tension releasing from his shoulders and, before he knew it, he found himself shaking a tambourine to the beat. 

Okay, so maybe karaoke was a little fun. 

Josh finished the song on a high note and then flopped back against the sofa in exhaustion, his face red from giving it his all. 

“I need to get in shape for Starcatcher,” he gulped while trying to catch his breath. 

“For what it’s worth, you were going pretty hard,” Jake leaned over to put a hand on his shoulder. Josh could tell that Jake was starting to get tipsy enough that he was coming around, so that dramatically lifted his spirits. 

Even though Jake could have probably sang the next song, Sam snatched the microphone from Josh and started to leaf through the binder, filled to the brim with every song imaginable. 

“Hurry it up!” Josh scolded Sam after waiting a few beats. “We’ve only got an hour!” 

“Sorry, sorry,” Sam said over his shoulder. He flipped through a few more pages and then slammed his finger down on one of the song titles, calling out in triumph. He grabbed the remote from the table and quickly punched in the code to the song and then took another shot to brace himself for his performance. In a similar vein, Jake set down the tambourine so he could cover his ears. While Josh had been blessed with some insane pipes, Sam unfortunately did not possess the voice of an angel. 

“You’re singing Hozier?” Danny poked fun at Sam with a laugh. “Out of all the songs in there, that’s what you pick?” 

“It’s a great fucking song,” Sam held his nose up. For a little extra flair, he pulled his black shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest to the room. 

“Tits out for Hozier!” Josh whooped. 

“My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral…” Sam started to croon, both offbeat and out of key. Jake exchanged a look with Josh and it was clear that they were both thinking the same thing: thank god Sam stuck to the bass and keys. Danny tried to be supportive of his best friend but, as Sam’s voice got progressively louder and more croaky, Danny’s whoops and cheers died down. A few minutes into the song it was clear that Sam was entirely lost in the music and had forgotten there was anyone else in the room with him. 

“IF I’M THE PAGAN OF A GOOD TIME, MY LOVER’S IN THE SUNLIGHT,”  Sam was more screaming than singing as he dropped down to his knees and leaned his head up to face the heavens above. He sounded like a dying cat as his deep voice warbled, and Jake and Josh flinched at every note. Danny downed the rest of his margarita and then excused himself to get a refill. Jake noticed that Danny had returned a few minutes later, but waited outside the door where Sam’s ungodly vocals were muted until the song finished. 

When Sam finished his last note, his voice cracking multiple times, he did a mic drop and brushed off his shoulder like he had just given the best vocal performance in recorded history. Danny came back into the room and slipped another drink into Jake’s hand. 

“I think we should keep Sam off the mic for the rest of the night,” he said softly to Jake and Josh so Sam wouldn’t hear. “That was atrocious.” 

Jake looked down at the IPA Danny had given him and smiled. Leave it to Danny to get him a drink that he actually enjoyed. He downed half of the bottle and then wiped the excess away from his mouth. 

“Let’s do this shit,” he announced, starting to sound a bit British. 

“Yeah, Jake!” Josh cheered him on. 

Jake grabbed the microphone from the ground with a grunt and wiped off Sam’s saliva with the back of his linen top. Josh’s voice scolding Sam for taking too long was still ringing in Jake’s ears, so he rushed to find a song that jumped out at him. He was smart to go after Sam because he could literally choose any song on the planet and it would be better than what they had just endured. The problem was, Jake was determined to prove to his band members that he could outsing all of them. That was mostly the booze giving Jake an unfathomable amount of confidence, but his face lit up when he saw the perfect song. 

“Jesus Christ,” Josh muttered under his breath as "I Believe In A Thing Called Love” flashed on the television screen. “You haven’t had near enough drinks to do that one.” 

“You only turn 27 once,” Jake reminded Josh. 

The guitars opened the song and Jake turned his attention to the screen, focusing hard so the lyrics would stop blurring together. 

“Can’t explain all the feelings that you’re making me feel,” he started, having to stop halfway through to hold down a large burp. “My heart’s in overdrive and you’re behind the steering wheel.” 

“This is gonna be a trainwreck,” he could hear Josh tell Danny behind his back. Jake knew at that moment that he had to give every ounce of his being into the song and knock Josh’s damn socks off. 

“TOUCHING YOUUUUUUU, TOUCHING MEEEEEEE,” his voice seamlessly shifted up to falsetto with a pretty impressive vibrato. Josh needed to quit forgetting that, as twins, they basically had the same damn vocal cords. “TOUCHING YOU, GOD, YOU’RE TOUCHING ME!” Jake continued, feeling weightless from the joy of outperforming his brother. He was doing things with his voice that he didn’t even know were humanly possible as he entered the chorus and switched back and forth between high and low pitches, his voice in the middle of an intense ping pong match. 

“I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOOOOOOOOOOVE,” Jake wailed. 

Danny and Sam screamed out in shock that Jake was actually nailing it and they joined in on the backup vocals while hitting their tambourines hard. Josh took a while to come around but, when Jake held out a hand to get him on his feet during the next verse, Josh accepted it. They stood together and Jake drunkenly slung an arm over Josh’s shoulders. 

“TOUCHING YOU,” he sang, and then shoved the microphone in Josh’s face. 

“TOUCHING ME,” Josh belted with a beam. 

Together they finished the song in an ear-piercing scream, nearly shattering the glasses that were collecting in the booth. 

“Shit,” Josh gave Jake a pat on the back. “I forgot you could sing like that.” 

“Intimidated?” Jake arched an eyebrow at him. 

“Maybe a little,” Josh chuckled. 

“I don’t think I can go after that,” Danny admitted, tossing the microphone that Jake had dropped back onto the table from hand to hand. 

“Oh quit it,” Sam snorted. “You know you have a fucking beautiful voice.” 

“Come on, Dan the Man!” Jake encouraged him. That was enough coaxing to motivate Danny to move to the binder and pick a song. He was doing a good job hiding it but, out of all the guys, Danny had managed to sneak in the most drinks for the evening, so his head was spinning as he searched through the song selection. He wanted to sing a song that was hard, but he also didn’t want to make their evening turn into a competition. 

“Aha,” Danny whispered. 

“Four, tres, two, uno,” the backing vocals on the karaoke track counted Danny in. 

“What?” Josh cocked his head to the side. 

“Listen up, y’all, ‘cuz this is it, the beat that I’m banging is delicious.” 

“Fergalicious, definition, make them boys go loco,” Danny started to sing softly. Sure, he had grown up with the Kiszka brothers by his side and sang on plenty of tracks with them over the years, but it was still nerve wracking to sing in their presence. 

“Oh god,” Sam groaned out. “I’m out of here.”

Sam stood to his bare feet (he had ditched his shoes the second he came into the room) and started to stomp to the door when Jake reached up to hold him in place. 

“Quit being such a punkass bitch,” Jake warned him. Sam took note that Jake was starting to sound more like Oliver Reed, which was a sign that any trace of Jake was going to be replaced soon by a crazed, British lunatic. He didn’t want to get on Oliver Reed’s bad side, so he quickly took a seat back by Josh. 

Danny’s confidence was building as he got farther into the song and, before he knew it, he was whipping his head to the music, his curls flying around. 

“Fergalicious definition, make them boys go crazy,” Danny continued, “They always claim they know me, comin’ to me, call me Stacy.” 

“Hey Stacy,” Jake leaned over Josh to call out in his Oliver Reed voice. Danny had to take a brief pause from singing to collect himself since he started to laugh hard at Oliver Reed’s sudden appearance. 

“Make it end,” Sam wailed, taking his turn to cover his ears. Danny moved to his side and forced him up to his feet to give him a twirl. 

“I’m Fergalicious, my body stay vicious, I be up in the gym just working on my fitness, he’s my witness,” Danny continued while spinning a really dizzy Sam around. 

“OOOOH WEEEEEEE!” Oliver Reed sprung to his feet and hollered, squeezing his eyes shut and balling his hands up into fists. Josh stared at his twin in awe. He must have had a lot more drinks than Josh had realized. 

Sam collapsed back onto the couch after Danny finished spinning him, looking in a daze. But that didn’t stop him from downing the rest of his margarita. 

“Help me,” he whispered across the room to Josh. Josh could only shrug back at him. 

Danny and Oliver Reed were now dancing in the middle of the room, shaking their asses like there was no tomorrow. Oliver Reed even went out of his way to do a pretty impressive hair flip, even though it would have been even better if his hair was still on the longer side. The lights seemed to sync up with the song as different hues of blue, red, green, and yellow flashed on Josh and Sam’s faces as they watched their two friends absolutely lose their minds to the song. 

The room finally stopped spinning for Sam, but it was replaced with the feeling of a headache that was bound to erupt at any second. It didn’t help that the bass thumping through the speakers was vibrating his skull. Josh perked up from his seat and shot up to his feet. 

“Jake, no!” he called out as Oliver Reed lifted a foot up onto the table. “Jake, no, don’t,” Josh tried again, but to no avail. Oliver Reed let out a gruff grunt and pushed himself up onto the table, its legs shaking at the added weight. 

“WOOOO!” Oliver Reed screamed down at a surprised Josh. “I AM A GOD!” 

It was hard to focus on Oliver Reed’s hijinks because, in front of him, Danny broke into the rap part, hitting each bar perfectly. 

“All the time I turn around brothers gather round, always looking at me up and down, looking at my uhh, I just wanna say it now, I ain’t tryin’ to round up drama little mama, I don’t wanna take your man.” 

Oliver Reed, a little bit too fired by Danny’s performance, attempted to jump up and down but instead lost his balance and kicked off the table, landing on his back with a loud crack. Danny seemed entirely unbothered by Oliver Reed’s accident. 

“And I know I’m comin’ off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it, but I’m tryin’ to tell that I can’t be treated like clientele, cause they say she’s delicious,” he continued to spit bars. 

“Owwww,” Oliver Reed groaned from the floor, clutching at his side. He heard Danny finish out his verse which filled him back with life since he lurched to his feet and continued to thrash around. Josh had been on the verge of rushing to Oliver Reed’s side, but instead stopped and gaped at his brother in horror. The alcohol content in those margaritas had to be off the charts. 

The song came to a close and Danny, still feeling adrenaline from his performance, proceeded to chuck the microphone as hard as he could at the wall. They all flinched when it slammed against the black wallpaper and clamored to the floor. Since it was closest to Sam, he picked up the microphone and tapped on it a few times. 

“It’s broken,” he announced. 

Before Oliver Reed could call Danny a “fucking wanker” for breaking the mic, an employee knocked on the door and poked his head inside the room. 

“We got a few noise complaints. Someone mentioned something about the loud sound of a body dropping? Are you all good here?” 

PEACHY!” Oliver Reed hollered at the man, spraying his spit everywhere. The guy’s eyes tracked down to the empty glasses and bottles that were starting to fill their room, and then eyed the timer above the door. They had only been in there for about twenty-five minutes. 

“Fucking hell,” the guy muttered, closing the door back shut. 

“What do we do?” Danny turned to Sam, suddenly starting to feel guilty. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the twins’ birthday with his own recklessness. Sam shook his head. 

“Beats me,” he replied. He was frankly surprised that, out of the group, he and Josh seemed to be the most level-headed people there. Talk about opposite day. 

“We need to hurry before the peelers find us,” Jake whipped his head around, searching for an escape route. “They’ll never catch me alive.” 

Before any of them could stop him, Jake tore for the door, struggled to turn the knob, and then sprinted through the lobby area and out onto the street, his teeth clenched and his head down to reach Olympic speeds. 

“Man,” Sam sighed as he watched his older, very drunk brother disappear from sight. “We’re gonna have to spend the rest of the night looking for him, aren’t we?”

“No,” Josh shook his head. “He’ll be in the park hiding in a bush. This isn’t his first time running from the ‘peelers.’” 

“Do you think they’re gonna make me pay a fine for property damage?” Danny had to ask as he stared between the broken microphone laying on the ground and the decent-sized crater that had formed in the wall. 

“Not if you move to Brazil and change your name,” Josh joked. 

“Danny, we’re loaded after that last tour,” Sam reminded him. “This is the kind of shit we can pull now that we’re world famous rockstars.” 

Danny was feeling too disoriented to argue with Sam that he doubted they were that famous, so he let Sam lead the way out of the private room, through the lobby, and out the front door that Oliver Reed had just rushed through. 

While they strolled to the park to retrieve their brother, Sam placed a hand on Josh’s shoulder. 

“I’m sorry things kinda turned south,” he apologized. “This must feel like a shitty birthday.” 

“Are you kidding me?” Josh let out a hearty laugh. “Anytime Oliver Reed comes out, it’s a party. Hell, I’m just glad that we were able to get out and do something. And I got to hear Danny rap? C’mon, I can’t think of a better way to celebrate 27.” 

“Arr,” Oliver Reed agreed from inside a bush they had just passed. The three men abruptly stopped and then turned around to try and find where the sound had come from. Slowly Oliver Reed revealed himself, his head just barely poking above the juniper shrub. 

“Jesus, Jake,” Danny had to catch his breath. Josh gave Sam a smug grin. 

“I told you he was going to be in a bush.” 

“And a fine bush at that,” Oliver Reed declared as he struggled to untangle himself from the complex pattern of branches. “Ah, fuck,” he cursed as he stumbled around and fell back in the foliage. Josh lurched forward to help pick him back upright. “Cheers,” Oliver Reed grunted as he brushed twigs off of his shirt and pants. “Nice to see the pigs didn’t come to round you up.” 

“Nice to see that you’re still alive and well, Oliver,” Josh commented back. 

“Ay,” Oliver Reed let out a few barking laughs. “I can never die!” 

He walked a few paces ahead of Josh, Sam, and Danny, and then turned in a confused circle. 

“Where does a guy have to go to get a fucking drink around here?” he complained. 

“Back at my place,” Sam was quick to answer. “You shouldn’t be in public right now.” 

“Can’t argue with that,” Oliver Reed huffed, and then started trekking back towards Sam’s Tesla. 

“Hey!” Josh called up to his brother. 

“WHAT?” Oliver Reed hollered back. 

“Happy Birthday, brother!” Josh shouted. 

“Ah, ha ha ha!” Oliver Reed let out his signature cackle. Then, he started to do a drunken jig up ahead on the sidewalk. 

“They say it’s your birthday, well it’s my birthday too, yeh…” 

“I think he had a good birthday,” Danny decided as he watched Oliver Reed air guitar and scat to The Beatles song. 

“In that case, we did good,” Sam said, wrapping his arms around Danny and Josh. 

“Right-o,” Josh agreed, grinning around at everyone. “27 feels good so far.” 

“I’m glad it’s your birthday, happy birthday to you,” Oliver Reed screeched ahead.

#greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfic #gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #gvf fanfic #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #oliver reed #sam kiszka #danny wagner #here's to 27 boys

[urcrybby24]

Look. At. Me. (Eren Yeager x Black!Reader)

Notes: Soo this is set when Eren went rouge. It’s set up where there is quite a bit more down time from when he went route to when he touched zeke. Eren is hiding out in the underground city. The reader is a relatively shy black woman with long locks. She has sheep ears and a sheep tail. Don’t ask, I do what I want. Let’s all pretend the world doesn’t attack the island because of the threat of the rumbling. I’m too old for heavy angst. Let’s also say there’s black people on the island but not a lot. I listened to the slowed versions of these songs: What’s wrong, scared? Help urself by Ezekiel, After Dark by Mr.Kitty, In Heat by Hentai Xander, and Desire by Meg Myers.

Tags: smut, smut, smut, Anal, Anal Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Hair Pulling, Heavy Verbal Degradation, Dub Con, Crying, Humiliation, Fear Play, Power Play, Chasing, Choking, Collar, V Mild Pet Play, Dom Eren, Dacryphilia, f receiving oral, slight dumbification, vivid depiction of fear, Eren is scary and you’re v turned on by that but don’t want to admit it, You also have trouble with eye contact, Eren calls you stupid and dumb, it’s not that bad but it is intense for you, You very much won’t Eren but don’t want to admit it, you are autistic coded

Word count: 11k (buckle up 🥴)

This wasn’t happening, this wasn’t happening. You didn’t think you’d be the one to think something so cliché. After all, you’d pretty much seen it all. Through bodies upon bodies, betrayal, giant monsters and carnage, but you were deeply regretting “investigating” Eren on your own. You weren’t on anyones side for your plan really, you just wanted Eren back. You just wanted all your friends to be OK. For Mikasa, Armin and you all to get along again. That was so important to you, to fix something that mattered among this madness. You never believed for a moment that Eren hated Armin or Mikasa. Eren was past his last straw and using last resorts to protect us, whether we liked it or not.

But now you were desperately trying to escape Eren. He’d spotted you before you could find him in the underground city. It was almost like he hadn’t just spotted you. It was like he knew where you were the second you steeped foot in the city. Which was insane. It’s not like you were terribly noticeable. You kept most of your skin covered by a large dirty cloak you found here. You were also fairly short but wanted to hide your curves. It would be strange down here since most were starving. Then again, this was also just your natural body type. You didn’t really eat more or less than others in the military on the surface.

Oh how you wished you could go back in time. Before you were caught, you were walking in some of the city’s alleyways staying hidden in darkness and in crowds when you could. You were actually about to wind down for the day. You had no idea if it was night or day but you’re body was telling you it was time to rest. You were about to check one more place. Surprisingly, you had gotten used to the smell here, after 64 hours of wandering. That made you feel more comfortable. A persons smells was quite noticeable here and would make you stand out even more. You were the best at things like this, staying hidden. It actually made you feel more comfortable to be an observer, too many eyes on you and you couldn’t help but to tense up. You were never sure why. 

You even helped a few people here when you could. When you were sure it wouldn’t draw attention to you. You knew what it was like to not eat. You walked down one ally and turned the corner giving the intersecting walls wide birth to not get stabbed by anyone. As you kept your eyes down like everyone else. Although you felt the familiar discomfort of eyes, something just nagged at you to look up towards the end of the ally. 

Only for him to be standing there, looking down at you. You couldn’t help the gasp as your eyes widened into saucers. Every bit of sleepiness was chased out of you so fast it made your head pulse with pain. As soon as you saw his eyes, the dead conviction. Fear spiked up. He spoke in that deep slightly whispery tone. 

“Looking for me?”

It wasn’t a question. You turn and bolt. You ran. ran. And ran. He wouldn’t care about hurting you even if there were people around. In all technicalities, these people didn’t matter to him and neither did the people he used to hold close. You…didn’t actually see Eren since Marley. You just heard what Armin told you he did and said to him and Mikasa. You didn’t think you’d be scared of him. You didn’t realize how committed he was to pushed all of you away. 

Eren was strong and people often didn’t give him enough credit for his brains, he could read people quite well. It was obvious from speaking with him since you all were cadets and how he talked about others. You needed to focus. This wasn’t a game like your body seemed to think. You ignored your body and pretended like you weren’t anything less than sick in the head. You supposed war made most, if not all, crazy but this was…You tried not to panic because you couldn’t fall. No, you…you wouldn’t fall. 

You ran keeping to the balls of your feet so you could weave about the people milling about. But you could still feel his presence right on your ass. How was he keeping up with you? If you hadn’t been so focused on not falling, your tail would be tucking itself between your legs.

You seemed to have ran into an abandoned part of the cavelike city. It was a bit darker and made up of a maze of dirt walls and empty dilapidated buildings. As your heart pounded like a horse you wondered if he ran you to this place on purpose. You wouldn’t put it past him.

The panic started to spark in your belly when you found somewhere to hide in a building. A closet on its side with rotting wood. Disbelief coursed through you like a wild fire when you heard the door to the house you were in open not even minutes later. 

You managed to slip past him but not without earning three burning scratch marks to your side when he tried to grab you mid stride. That was no easy feat, it should have been near impossible with how fast you were moving but his skills were off the charts. You ran once again ended up in a system of dirt walls of sorts now it was actually a maze. The ceiling was lower here. This was the worst possible outcome. Your mind scrambled to think of a way to weasel yourself out of Eren’s hold.

Your breaths were coming quicker now. Your options were running out but you kept it together enough so your chest wasn’t heaving. If you fully gave yourself to panic you’d trip and fall. There was still light here, dim as it was. Your steps sounded so loud here. You’d gotten used to the high ceilings in the main city before you realized it, but you could still hear his footsteps behind you. Hell, if his footsteps are silent, you’d feel his presence. It was so large. It was as if he was in his titan form. Even though logically you knew he wasn’t as close as you made him out to be, his steps didn’t sound so close, but your back felt so vulnerable. 

As if he could simply reach out and grab your tunic. All you wanted to do was hide under a bed. You had to concentrate for as long as you could if you hoped to get away.

You wanted to risk a glance behind you to gauge your next moves but you couldn’t even turn halfway. 

You saw his eyes right next to yours. He closed the distance between you two in just a few seconds. He was fucking with you. He could’ve caught you. Your blood immediately turned cold. Not cold enough to stop your reflexes.  

Eren swung a fist at you and you dodged. He rushed you and took more swings but you made sure none of them landed. Each swing came the rush of wind with them. He was fast. You were desperate though. If he even landed one hit on you… It didn’t even have to be a good one. You’d be incapacitated. Now you could certainly take a punch but Eren was a heavy hitter. There was a lot of weight behind his fist. It had been quite a while since you two spared, but hand to hand was Eren’s specialty. You had no plans on challenging him on his home turf. You didn’t even bother to counter seriously. You flipped back quickly, doing a back walkover. Kicking out one of your legs, you only felt the tip of your shoe graze one of his fists. Just using the threat of your legs to encourage him to stop attacking.

As you gained much needed distance, you ran again. You sensed a tunnel coming up by the sound of echoing steps. That wasn’t good. That would be the worst place to be in an already bad situation. You turned, maybe a miracle would happen and you could slip past him again. You’d have to circle around the walls to…to… Your thought ground to a halt in fear. Fuck. You start to tunnel vision.

Eren stood in front of you. Just…looking down at you. He was too close now. You wouldn’t be able to round him. He tilted his head looking at you down his nose.

“You can keep running. There’s a dead end up ahead. You should circle around to give yourself an opening.”

His words made your head pound. That was… too on the nose. Oh…oh god… why couldn’t you move?? Instincts be damned. Move. Move. Move. Move. H-holy shit, what the fuck. When you looked in his eyes. You saw something terrible. It felt like the primal unease when one stand atop a really tall building. You cursed primitive ancestors that thought freezing up was justifiable in survival. That wasn’t the current case for you. You had to run. Fear just wouldn’t let… After a few seconds, he just put his hands in his pockets.

Your lungs started to burn but you couldn’t force yourself to breathe. Please, move. Please, move. Please, move. Your leg flinched before managing to take a useless, small step back. Which Eren matched with a step towards you. It was in sync. As if he knew you would take it.

A century passed and you took another step back. Eren responded with another step towards you. He just looked at you with those eyes. It was driving you insane. You wanted so badly to look away, even just to breathe, but it seemed that wasn’t up to you. Such simple choices no longer belonged to you. It was up to Eren to release you from this awful eye contact. He held you fast in this tension.

This was extremely dangerous. He was too patient. Finally, your steps had your back reach a wall, a cruel unyielding wall. Eren reached for you then. He grabbed one of your long pigtails and dragged you up the wall, to the balls of your feet and a little further. You breathed, mercifully,  but it came as choked yelp. Just as your oxygen starved lungs got relief, it felt like needles stabbed you all over half your head. Both your hands flew up to grab his wrist reflexively to relieve some of the pressure. Your eyes burn with hidden tears. The dim light cast on his face only serving to make him look more frightening. Gold light splashed across his insane green eyes. Having your head turned, you were able to break away from those terribly still eyes. Your heart dropped several times. He… Eren had already done such evil in the eyes of the world. The two of you were alone. There’s no way he wouldn’t hurt you for coming after him. No one would hear your screams here. You both were too deep in the cave. Would he believe you if he asked yo why you were looking for him? Was he already so far gone that he wouldn’t believe someone else that still believed in him?

You press your thighs together. There was nowhere to go but you try to lean away from him on the wall as he leaned closer to you. You only pull your hair more with the motion. Your frown wobbles on your plush lips. You try to banish the thought but it came through anyway. He smelled like wood and rain. 

“What did you come here for? Who sent you?”

He spoke quietly but with no softness in his voice, monotonous and in control.

You open your shaky mouth but it takes a minute before you find somewhat of a voice. You squeak.

“No one… sent me. I wanted you back with…”

You squeaked out. You could feel his eyes narrow at you. Your previous thoughts were right. He was skeptical someone still cared for him. You wanted to die, but it was foolish to think of all people Eren would give you a quick death if he thought someone was in his way. It seemed to you that he was always closer with Mikasa and Armin and he even pushed them away. Your own thought hurt you since you always really liked Eren. Maybe even loved.

Slowly, his other hand grabbed your jaw and turned your head further to the side, pulling your hair further. It seemed he was scrutinizing you further if the feeling of a hole being bore in you was any indication. You wince and squirm against his hand, trying to find purchase against the wall with your feet. You heard dust and dirt scrape up and fall at your flailing. You bent your legs over and over, they kept sliding down making the pain in your head worse and better as you slid about in his grip. He spoke slowly, almost like he was in disbelief. You think his face remained neutral but his eyebrows drew in.

“What’s… with the red in your skin..? That’s not from running.”

Your heart stopped pounding and dropped. Fuck! Fuck! In your head, you cursed and spat at your bodily functions for giving you away. What would he think? Would he take this as an insult and hurt you more than he was already going to? You thought about denying it but…you couldn’t hide the shame in your face. You knew he was good at reading people but you didn’t expect… 

You tried grounding yourself with the pain in your head and squeeze your eyes shut to hide whatever he would see in your reaction but you felt the red crawl further across your face at mention of it. 

You swallow and instantly regret it. He could probably feel your throat move in his hand. Your ears fall with your shame. Slowly, you opened your eyes. Your head was fixed in its position by his hand you could only barely see him in your peripheral. You whisper.

“It’s…a fever… I couldn’t, sleep while trying to track you down.”

Mixing the truth with the lie was always the best way to lie but a humorless laugh shook him. He didn’t sound convinced, seeing right through you. Something that would become a theme. You pressed your lips together in a frown. Your breath came shaky now. You chanted in your head. Your heart pounding 6 times for each chant. ‘Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t…Don’t say it, please.’ He finishes laughing and says it incredulous.

“You’re, you can’t be turned on right now.”

You wanted to hide your reaction to prove him wrong and hide things in you. Like how you used to have your heats, the way you liked to be fucked and your interests, like you always did, but you couldn’t help it. You were caught completely off guard being read for your filth here of all places by him of all people. Your legs stopped struggling against the wall. Silence dragged between you two. You said nothing. What could you say? You couldn’t bring yourself to care about the silence though. You were too busy wanting to vanish into thin air leaving him confused by such an amazing magic trick and you ending up anywhere but right here right now, in this situation. The hands that held his wrist started to shake. You shut your eyes as if this would help that vanishing trick dream come true.

“You’re skin is dark but I know what that face means. What? Did you think I wouldn’t see it? The light down here is golden and the red shows up well in your skin.”

You tried to cringe further away from him as he drew closer to one of your fluffy ears. Oh god no. He wasn’t going to whisper was he…? There wasn’t any fur on the inside of your ear. His warm breath brushed up on the skin there. You could feel every breath he took against the sensitive skin on the inside of your ear. Your sensitivity was definitely rising… You…you thought you stopped having heats completely, what was happening? You stopped breathing again as your mind was seized by way too many overwhelming feelings.

“You would be a halfway decent liar if I couldn’t see that face. Your formula was perfect but the execution…”

The leveling pain in your head started to lessen and you got confused until your body started to lower. O-oh he was letting you d- 

A yelp got caught in your thorat and you relized he’d raised his knee in between your legs before leading you down. Your body was being lowered onto his leg.

“Is god awful.”

Your ear flickered involuntarily with the sound of his warm whispers inside it. You were glad your voice caught, you did not want him to hear that sound in its full. This was embarrassing enough and you didn’t want to give him that. Still you were caught off guard enough to not be able to stamp your noise completely. He still has a grip in your hair and jaw. Your tail was flickering quickly from side to side on the wall. You quietly gasp since your heart was thundering for a slightly different reason now. Eren was still terrifying, maybe even more so now, but he’d pulled your attention to something you’d tried to ignore. 

You tried not to but you couldn’t help squirming, not having much but his leg to balance on now that the pull in your hair was gone. You let go of his wrist and your hands grasped at the wall behind you. You were determined not to put your hands on him for any support. As you squirmed and your crotch ground on his leg. His leg felt so warm against your lips. You could felt his leg was cut with muscle. The angle became awkward in some places with your squirming and hurt at times on such a sensitive place but that only seemed to spur you on. You were glad your hood completely covered your clit but you could feel your…n-no you, you weren’t feeling good. He, he wasn’t besting you. 

You managed to keep most of your most pathetic whimpers inside you. Your eyes darted around. You tried to look anywhere but Eren’s face now that your arms weren’t in the way of your line of sight when you held his wrist, it was hard. You could feel the pressure of him looking at you. You knew if your eyes caught his, you wouldn’t be able to look away again. You knew your body well. You knew what would happen to the thoughts you were barely keeping at bay. Those thoughts were threatening to burst if you didn’t keep fighting it. You couldn’t handle being locked in his eyes again, you’d break for sure.

He watched you struggling on his toned thigh and you tried your best to believe his pants and your skirt were too thick for him to feel how wet you’d gotten just from this. Was he planning on waiting you out? What was the last thing he said? Was it a question? It’s was getting  a tiny bit harder to concentrate. This was fine, you could handle this. Your mind pitted against his own that’s all. Eren wasn’t Armin.  Eren was stronger than you but you could outlast him in mind games. You would.

You pushed your lips together further as saliva was producing in your mouth. Just as your heart finally began to slow, just as you were convincing yourself that this was childsplay and you were bored, your heart jumped up as his hand slid down from your jaw to your throat just under your chin. You wanted to sigh and melt into him with how warm his fingers felt. He wasn’t choking you but with the tension he may as well have.

“If you think this is all I’m going to do to you, you must be incredibly stupid.”

He took a breath and looked you over slowly from head to toe. It was as if he was assessing what the required work would be for a new long project.

“Let’s see…”

He squeezed the sides of your neck then released, squeeze then released. He kept doing this as he spoke. How did, how the fuck did Eren know how to properly choke someone for pleasure?

“Judging by the way you walk and fight, you probably have sensitive and weak spots mostly on your legs.”

Squeeze, release. Squeeze, release. You breathed in deep each time he released, savoring the air, as if his hand would latch on your neck and not release. squeeze release. Oh, oh god. You were getting tired of wondering how he knew these things. You felt like you could make out the spirals of fingerprints on the rough pads of his fingers. His smell felt like you could get high off it. Your pupils were no doubt blown the fuck out.

“And maybe…”

He looked off to the side and thought. The shadows of the cave followed the tilt of his head.

“Your pinky…?”

A whimper accidentally left your throat. How closely has he been watching you all this time? Squeeze release. Squeeze release.

Even if you hid your reactions in your face, which you didn’t, he felt your pulse racing in his fingers. Once again you thought. How could he know such a thing? He had to be joking. Surely that wasn’t the sort of thing you could find out by just watching someone. 

His hand in your hair unwrapped itself before slipping up your skirt. You made a small gasp and you turn- fuck, you met his eyes. His warm hand slid up your hot thigh and tugged down the waist band of your panties. He kept grazing the part of the front of your hip where it connected to your torso. You were a bit embarrassed to say how much pleasure he was making you feel just from this pressure point. You had to swallow against his hand on your throat or else you would start drooling. 

“You look surprised but it’s simple. Your adrenalines pumping to assess the situation and respond to anything. All of your senses are heightened.”

He punctuated this by gripping your plush hip and pressed his thumb in circles on that fucking spot on your hip. Eren practically kneaded into your skin and soft body. You grit a groan back and ground your teeth together. Your eyes however fluttered. It felt so good it almost hurt the waves of sharp pleasure shooting straight to your twitching clit.

“Not to mention you’re a bitch in heat. I won’t be giving you a break.”

You were pretty sure your flush continued to spread. His grip on your throat released again and he pulled his hand from you. He grabbed your wrist from your side and before you could try to pull your hand from him he placed your pinky in between his teeth and lips. Eren then picked up one of your legs and put it around his hips to grip the back of your knee. Oh god, all of this at the same time…

Your one free hand flew to your mouth but not without releasing a pretty little moan. His eyes became lidded at that. Finally getting a mirthful sound from you he was spurred on. His fingers pressing into your hip muscle making circles in your sensitive skin and the back of your knee. His teeth nibbled on your pinky as his leg raised you higher. Fuuck, you were being attacked from all sides. You felt wince feeling your nipples harden up under you tunic. You wonder if he knew that too. Sharp surges of pleasure were shooting into your crotch from your pleasure points. It didn’t seem like any of this was hard for him at all. Why would it be? He was already so strong. All the while, he held you there with his eyes not leaving yours even as a thin line of drool spills from his mouth on your thigh. It should have grossed you out. The sight of him coupled with your merciless pleasure was ahhh…

You were definitely making noise now. You were becoming too loud for just your hand to keep them in, muffled moans started to echo terribly in the dark cave. You’re only saving grace was when he looked down at your hand like he wanted to rip it from your face. It served him right. He wouldn’t get that satisfaction. Although at this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he grew another arm to do as he pleased.

Finally, he slowed his hands and lowered your body so your feet touched the ground but your weight was still fully dependent upon his leg. His mouth released you but he picked up your other leg to join the first and wrap his waist. Your hand slowly released your mouth as you caught your breath. You put them on the wall at your sides again for stability. Your legs squeezed his waist. Of course, for no other reason but to make sure you wouldn’t fall. His hips slowly pulled closer to your crotch, so very fucking slowly pushing and grinding against your wet vulva. He was so slow and methodical that you were confident in simply keeping your mouth shut and kept your sighs to a minimum.

You frowned and gasp as you look off to the side. Eren tilts his head as he leaned in to look at you closer showing off his jawline. You regret not keeping your mouth covered though. He cages your head with his arms and presses his chest against yours. His arms are in the way of your face so you can’t cover your mouth. There’s no room for your hands to reach your face. He leans in to bite and nibble your ear. You feel a bit silly, you just exposed yourself in the most obvious way by turning your head from him. It wasn’t even a question if your ear were sensitive. 

He has to be able to feel your nipples now. They rubbed up against his chest. Your breath pickes up sped again before whimpers start coming though as he bits and tugs along the length of your ear finding the most sensitive spots. Before they can get too loud, you turn your head to pull your ear from his mouth and face him  but…but that’s also a mistake. He ground his hips against you so his hard erection pressed up just right against your clit. Ohh… oh no… He saw your face head on when you moaned in the most pathetic way. 

He keeps doing it, hitting your clit again and again over and over and over. He’s got you under the spell of his eyes once again. Once one moan was out you couldnt stop. How could you? Before he was teasing you by going so slowly but now the roll of his hips were deeper in their follow through. He rubbed you so well and it felt even better when you pulled him even closer with your legs. You couldn’t simply stop the way your legs kept squeezing him close. 

You panic a bit when you think you’re going to cry. You don’t know how but you manage to keep everything at bay by willpower, not a single tear slips past your control but the pressure of holding back was building in your chest. You promised your body you would cry all it wanted once you were alone, so please let you get through this with some sort of dignity. All this pointed attention and pleasure on you was driving you mad. You were so embarrassed but your will to fight his power plays was stronger.

You will wavered completely though when he kissed you. Out of everything he’d done, he still caught you off guard. It was even worse when your wide surprised eyes looked into his lidded ones. He pulled away only to kiss you again as if to solidify that what just happened seconds before was real. He pressed his lips together on your bottom lip lightly sucking slowly. As if hypnotized by the movement of his lips, your eyes close. You tried to remind yourself to even try to make him follow your lead but you couldn’t try very hard, your effort only deepened the kiss. It felt like all inside your mouth had become as sensitive as the hood of your clit. He felt so damn good. You couldn’t help that thought that leaked through. He was just so patient taking his time to build up the passion.

You wanted to do something, but opening your eyes was out of the fucking question. You could feel him looking at you. You would die. You opened your lips and he licked the inside of your lip. You groaned deeply, the sharp pleasurable sensation making your head spin. You squeezed his waist with your thighs since the pleasure shot straight to your pussy and bucked your hips against him. As if remembering how he ground into you, he met your thrust. As his tongue licked yours, you two thrust against each with perfect timing like you’d been fucking for years. Each time his tongue passed over the space between your gums and lips, your moans hiked up a few octaves so he did it often.

His hands started to pet your ears as you made out and when you tried to struggle to reach up protect them. His thumbs simply dragged themselves closer to your ear holes with a particular devastating thrust into your clit. You scream in his mouth. You could physically feel his message, ‘Don’t even try it.’ He put you in your place with pleasure. Eren simply had not a shred of mercy for you. He found all of your weak points and attacked them directly. You vaguely think that you wanted to make him feel it too. To catch him slipping and make him lose himself in pleasure but you were holding onto your own composure by a thread. You were focusing on trying not to cry, how would you be able to think long enough to retaliate?

It was so strange, the way you two did this. The strangely high amount of… intimacy he was giving you. The intimacy that was between the both of you. It seemed to actually heighten the tension. 

Finally, your lips slowed. The tips of your tongues touched with no motion for a few seconds, savoring everything about each other before you two parted. The thick line of saliva you shared didn’t break for a while. You both looked down at it. When it finally fell away, you looked to each other. Eren’s breath got heavier but it wasn’t as bad as yours. Before you could catch your breath though he reached for your legs and unwrapped them and led them down. You managed not to reach for him for balance but… Y-your legs…

No! Keep standing! Don’t let him! Win!

“Hohh? After all that you’re still standing? But, I can tell your putting everything in you to keep standing. I think I’ll knock you down and destroy you properly.”

Halfway through your gasp, you ate shit. Quickly, you moved your aching limbs to obey you and at least sit up to to give him a glare but fear was all that dawned on your face as Eren was right in front of you crouched. He tilted his head to the side looking at you.

“Go ahead. Try to stand.”

You were frozen for a few seconds before his eyes slid down to your body as if taking in the sight of you. Another intrusive thought broke through even in your fear, it screwed with your will to fight. Fuck he hot.

You scramble to a squat but your thighs burned, they had no strength. You struggled burning and flexing them further to the point of muscle failure. They gave out under you only to fall again. You did your best to meet his eyes  and challenge him. The way he looked at you was the worst. They never search your face. They were just awfully locked onto your own eyes unmoving.

“I can also tell you’ve been holding back your tears this whole time. Go ahead, you don’t need to hold it anymore.”

You winced as your eyes immediately pinpricked with pain and opened your mouth to deny it but the ball in your throat swelled almost as if on cue. The sound you made when trying to speak cracked on what felt like a metal ball in your throat. You bit down for a while and hard till you bled in fact. You felt the small dot of blood rise from your skin as you tensed. You shook your head, but your lips quivered without your say so. The tears fell anyway as if it was completely fine with having been given permission by him of all people. Your tears didn’t seem to care about what you wanted. They fell fast enough that your vision didnt even have time to get blurry. Every promise you tried to make to yourself was being dashed by Eren like a gun through wet paper. You tried to cry silently but even that seemed impossible small hiccups and gasps kept on escaping from your chest.

“You are…strong in a sense. You’re also very sweet and very weak deep down. Your walls won’t fall unless I force them too.”

It almost sounded like he was trying to consol you, but he was completely in your head. Eren was right, the protective walls you worked so hard to build for yourself were nothing but dust by him.

He pulled you in a cruel humiliating embrace and held you for a bit before kissing your tears as they fell. You didn’t hold him back at first but you shakily grip the bottom of his tunic. Strangely the feeling you had when he was chasing you, when you wanted to hide, it seemed like you could do that with him here. You hid your head in his unwavering shoulder and sobbed. Finally, you were able stop to speak. After all those times you had no response for him for all of the points he made against you.

“Just, just because I cr-“

You stop shaking your head and starting again.

“I’m not giving up. I’ll fight you.” 

His voice was strong against your neck.

“I’m not through with you either. Far from it in fact.”

Suddenly one of his arms fell from your body.

He grabbed both your hands with one of his. 

You lost your grip on his tunic. 

He wrapped up your hands with a long piece of cloth you didn’t even know he had. 

Then your back was on the ground. 

He straddled you.

Your tunic was ripped open.

Eren started talking as his hands took their time wondering your torso. It all happened so fast.

“You hate eye contact don’t you? Not just dislike, it’s a hatred. I noticed you didn’t back when we were cadets.”

His fingers played along where your collarbones are and between the valley of your chest.

“You can hold it for a bit and you’ve masked pretty well before but it can become too much for you quickly. If you’re backed in a corner and forced to look, your brain can’t seem to handle processing the pressure.”

You watched his hands move as pointedly missed your breasts and nipples. Caressing up and down your sides languidly.

“Through our interactions, it’s painfully obvious you still can’t stand it. Look at me.”

You hesitate biting your lip.

He pinches your nipples and your hips buck up into him. Slowly you bring your eyes up and look at him. Your brows are drawn together. The inside of your chest squeezes with humiliation.

“I forgot. Youre sensitive here too aren’t you?”

He lets go of one of your nipples and slides his hand on your back from the space of you arching it off the ground. He slides down your lower back then to…

“Ahh! Eren! Eren! Eren! Eren!”

You feel his hand wrap around your tail. He groans at your reaction closing his eyes for a moment. Griping you tighter and tugging on your nipple.

“I know, y/n I know.”

You can’t help but squirm under him. 

The pleasure is making you feel crazy again. 

More tears fall when you realize you sort of need to get over yourself or you were sure you would die.

You really can’t help it. 

You need him now. 

Your body burned all over. 

You grit your teeth, swallow your pride and open your mouth to beg.

“Eren, Eren, Mmmf… Touch, please… Eren touch mee…”

“I already am.”

You buck against him in frustration. Your pussy throbbed inside you painfully.

“Eren!”

“What is it?”

He asked like he had all the time in the world.

“Touch my, ahhmm touch…”

“Touch your what?”

Fuck he wanted you to say it. You drowned in pleasure, the way he was massaging the muscles in your tail as it squirmed in his hand. The way the pressure in your tummy built slowly but surely. He played and pinched your nipples. His thighs pressed against your hips hard as you dug your heels in the ground back and forth. He pinned you right here so you couldn’t squirm away. You were aware enough to register how pathetic your voice sounded, having to ask explicitly was just too much. Your own mind tortured you with embarrassment and he knew it did. Eren has already proven to be a patient man. He’d wait forever if you didn’t say it. You felt his touch on your tail begin to soften.

“Ahhh wait! wai…please I…Please…keep touching my tail…”

He looks down at you releasing a slow breath through his nose.

“I am.”

“Touch, Hahhn touch my tail more roughly…”

You try not to yell as loud as he grips it immediately. He raises an eyebrow at you. ‘Go on.’

Trying desperately to gather your shattered thoughts. You say.

“Please, uhmm touch, touch my pussy…”

“Look at me when you say it.”

You hadn’t even realized you closed your eyes. Your face burned and you whimpered when you finally looked up at him. He gripped your tail really hard.

“Aaahh fuck Eren! Eren! please, please mmnnh. Touch my pussy, it hurts! Please playy with mee!”

He nodded.

“Mmm.”

His hand that was playing with your nipple reaches back to slide up your skirt. Your tummy is already burning with the anticipation of his touch. You breath quickens, wishing his hand would move faster. You know he’s able to. You’d just seen him move at a mind bending speed and now he was painfully slow to tease you. You wanted him to cram his fingers inside you over and over and keep bullying your pussy after you came all over his hand. Fuck please go faster Eren! You open your legs a bit but then he says.

“Actually, I know the perfect position for a slut like you.”

He gets off you to sit on the ground between your legs and pulls you towards him. He lifts your hips in the air, your lower and mid back rests on his torso. Your ass was right in his face. Your legs had no choice but to rest at the sides of your head spread wide open. He looked right down at you and you feel tears dot the corner of your eyes. You didn’t want to cry more but you felt like you just might. You struggled against the cloth that held your hands. You really wanted to cover your face.

“N…noo don, don’t look aat it…”

It was the perfect position to play with your pussy and look down at you. This was the worst. So why was it making you feel so good? You tried not to think about how he could clearly see your asshole. The only thing that gave you ease was that he didn’t mention it.

“Hmm so this is what it looks like for people with darker skin huh? It’s throbbing pretty hard, how long has it been like this? I haven’t been touching it. Are you just that fucking horny to be hurt by me?”

A few tears slipped down as one hand rubbed your lips and the other gripped your tail. He was really waiting for you to answer.

“S-since uhhm uhh…”

It was so hard to think. You were so embarrassed. You’re arms were stuck tied up above you. Eren gave you encouragement in the form of gripping your tail again. You mumbled.

“Since you were touching me…”

 A sharp slap came down on your ass.

“You’re lying. Try again.”

“Aaahh! Since you were chasin’ m-me!”

You caught the way his eyes widened for just a moment. He hummed as he rubbed you. Eren spread the wet over your vulva.

“Wow, since the beginning? You really did want to be hurt by me didn’t you, whore? Did you get turned on by being hunted down by me?”

You wished and prayed you could just get desensitized from his words but your heart lept at the way he spoke to you.

“Aaah I’m ‘m not a…”

“A whore? Well you certainly could have fooled me. You asked me to touch your pussy so urgently I thought you might die if I hadn’t.”

You couldn’t move in this position especially with how his legs held you in place. It was hard but you did manage to squirm in place a bit.

“Mmmf thas cause…mmmhh you, you made me say it…”

“Hm? I made you say it but wasn’t it true?”

He tilted his head down at you and you regret talking back. You squirm as he opened and closed your swollen lips. Eren was gonna make you say it.

“Mmmf…”

“Use your words. Answer me.”

He palmed and rolled your tail in a way that made the joints inside your tail pop.

“Oooh fuucknn…Y-yess.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He swirled a finger around your entrance feeling your wet on his fingers. 

“And this…”

Gently his thumb passed over your hood applying a bit of pressure watching how you begged and pleaded. He pulled the hood back to see the head of your actual clit. You gasped.

“E-eren I, I know you’re….”

You bit your lip. How could you ask him not to directly touch your clit in a way that wouldn’t get you punished?

“Please, please if anything a-ahhmm please be gentle with that…”

“With what?”

Eren was so awful. You bit your lip. He was gonna make you say all of these embarrassing words. Your hands shook as you whispered.

“M-my clit…”

“Mmm.”

He hummed and slowly blew on it. His mouth was centimeters for your clit. You flinched throbbing hard, your walls grip and flexing around its own walls. He let your hood back down and slipped two fingers inside you. His lips covered your hood and some of your vulva. He started to suck, his fingers sliding in and out of you. You were gonna die, you really were. Your hands turned into fists and dug in the ground.

His hand left your tail and entered your mouth as you screamed and squealed. You were about to come. Eren was watching you. He was watching you. He was watching you. He was gonna watch as you came. Your orgasm stole control over your body, your eyes rolls back and your tongue spills from your mouth as your body convulses. You growl and scream biting down on his fingers as you came all over his hand, mouth and chin. He kept pumping into you during your orgasm. When it ended, your body twitched with after shocks. You flinched, as he removed his fingers he slid them over the hood of your clit. His fingers swirled around your tongue.

There was slight lucidity in your scrambled mind as your mind comes to. You realized he was holding most of your weight so your neck and shoulders wouldn’t hurt.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re not hiding your face from me again.”

Oh noo, he saw your face as you came. He hadn’t even touched you for that long and you came. You tried to shimmy away from him from the overstimulation as he tried petting your pussy again. His hand left your mouth and again pinched at your nipple.

He saw your reaction and instead slipped three fingers into your pussy. It… wasn’t like he was trying to pleasure you through. They were doing something of a…scooping motion in you? Then you saw him put all your juices on your asshole. He opened his mouth and let his drool slide down his tongue onto your ass too. He started working a finger into your ass. You wiggle your waist side to side moaning.

“Aah that, that hole isn’t-” 

“What? Trying to act innocent again? You strike me as a person that would like it in your ass.”

You looked off to the side.

“That’s…”

“Did I guess right?” 

One of his fingers was suddenly able to slide inside and you couldn’t even try to hold back the gross long moan that leave you wholeheartedly.

“I think I’m right.”

It felt so good. Your head swam. Your ass felt hot. Ohh your nipples…

“C’mon relax more so I can add another finger. You’ll break me if you squeezed that tight.”

Your eyes dart about.

“I, I uhh…”

His hand on your breast slid up to wrap around your throat. The pressure on such a vital part of your body strangely grounds you. You melt for him like you wanted to do when he had you against the wall.

“Push my finger out.”

“I, I caant…” 

“Try.”

His face does not deviate from his lustfull neutrality but his eyes softened for you.

You concentrate and try pushing and he went even deeper. Eren was able to pick up a rythm then added another finger. So fucking good. Despite everything you felt nothing less than beautiful. Every time he was able to comfortably push his fingers in and out he added another. It took a while but he enjoyed working you over and torturing you. You reacted to every one of his movements. There wasn’t anyway you could hide from him. You were on display physically and emotionally. When he got up to four fingers, he slipped his tounge inside. You felt it moving all hot and wet inside you. God, you were gonna fucking cum again. Then he stopped, tears fell down. 

“Eren! Eren! Eren! Eren! Please! ahhh…. pleeeasse….”

You were nothing but a needy little slut now. His needy little slut. As your inhibitions fell, you had no problem begging him to fuck your brains out. The headspace you were in was strange and new to you but you welcomed it with open legs. With your embarrassment out of the way, you felt like you could do anything right now. He ignored your pleas and sat motionless waiting for you to come back down from almost cumming.

Slowly, verry slowly, he removed each of his fingers so you wouldn’t cum just from him sliding out of you. You were so close from before you probably would have came if he breathed wrong. When it was just his tongue inside you left. He just looked at you and before you could start to squirm under his gaze, he gave you a harsh suck with a roll of his tongue inside you before popping out. It wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. He just wanted to fuck with you and hear that voice of yours again.

Your head was spinning when he finally let your lower body be on the ground again. You rolled over to your side. Finally able to close your legs, not that you could for long though. Eren untied his pants and slide them off as you pouted on the ground from a lost orgasm. He laid behind you and grabbed your thigh pulling it up against your side. Eren hissed as he rubbed the head of his dick on your soaked vulva.

“Even though you can’t handle it, I think you love when I talk to you like a whore.”

Your face turned red and he started to inch inside you, you moan and squeal. At his words the embarrassment started to bubble up again. You were so tight that he had to ease in and out of you a few times before being able to sink deeper. He growled the feeling of your cunt driving him up the wall.

“You love how I mess up your head and holes. Every time I wrap my hands around your throat, every time I call you a little slut. I can feel it.”

He gripped your throat and wrapped his arm around your waist and thigh drawing your bodies closer. Even though your pussy throbbed with an angry pleasure you shake your head moaning. 

“Your pussy throbs against me again and again. Every time I say something filthy. Every time I look at you. You can’t take anymore but you can’t get enough.”

You feel him bottom out and start to thrust into you. He was deep and you were so full. He let got of your waist and reached up to pinch your nipple. Then bit your ear and growled into it. The rough deep sounds he was making were making your mind go blank. You just wanted him to keep fucking you and being mean to you.

“Aaaahh! Yess Eren….”

His dick smacking in and out of your pussy was making the most obscene noises. Especially as he picked up speed. Every thrust took your breath away. It felt so god that you started to cry again. The vibrations of your moans with his hand on your throat felt so goddamn good. Why did it feel so divine when Eren did such nasty things to you? The things he whispered to you were disgusting and every word was another heavenly pulse to your pussy.

“Oh nooo Erennn ahh it, I’m uh cumming cumming cumming…!”

He pulled out of you and you gasped. You felt so empty, your climax stolen from you. Your stomach ached as you sob at another loss. You can’t even say you regret telling him you were cumming, the words just spilled out of you. He was rubbing something soft cloth on your vulva, padding you and him down.

“Eren…! Please!”

“Alright, I’ll give you what you want slut.”

He buried himself inside you again and you saw stars. Somewhere in your mind you think, you get it, he was increasing the friction inside you. He was pounding you now, you would cum!

You growled your words behind gritted teeth the intense pleasure was turning your feral. You felt feeling your body brace for a big orgasm.

“Cuminn’ I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming!”

He growled right back to you.

“Cum all over me. Show me that face, those sounds. Cum. Cum. Cum!”

You cum on cue drenching you both. You saw white his hand squeezed your throat as you came. Your tongue fell from your mouth. You felt him pull out and shoot his own cum all over your thigh and vulva. You heard your blood rushing in your ears and your panting when your hearing faded back in and you slowly come back to yourself. Your whole body was buzzing.

“Come here. Sit on my lap.”

You shifted yourself to help him pull your weak body into his lap. Now that you came your embarrassment had come back. Your spine sat up straight. You immediately saw this was an awful position. He could clearly see your face in this position and see your every reaction. You look down and actually see the size of him, then look off to the side. Holy…holy shit, you can’t believe you had been able to take him. Although…you had really soaked him in your own cum… Plus his cum was all over your ass.

“You’re still embarrassed. I’m surprised but I’m a little glad. You trying to hide yourself from me… I really like when I get to see your face all flustered like that…”

He lifted you easily and lined himself with your ass and slowly lowered you.

“Eren! Ahhh Eren! Ooohhff…”

You couldn’t help your instincts. Your arms struggle trying to hide your face. It was futile though your tied arms were behind Erens back. You felt him beginning to stretch your ass open, slowly entering. You arch your back, your bare chests pressed up hard and heaving against each other. You flinched and tense up. His eyes roll back a bit from the pressure.

“Now y/n, remember what I told you. Relax and try to push me out. I’m going to let your ass take me in. I’m not pushing you down.”

You push but youre having trouble relaxing under his gaze.  You stammer to provide an explanation for yourself when you don’t take him in. Your heart was pounding so hard, your chest hurt.

“Uuhhm I, umm…”

“Close your eyes.”

You pout. Even if you did, you still be able to feel him looking at you.

“Just do it.”

You slowly close your eyes but don’t lose your pout.

“Stick out your tongue for me.”

You frown, your lips quivered before parting. Your tongue slips out of your open mouth. Even though you swallowed before you opened your mouth, you still feel drool fall from the tip of your tongue. He smells so fucking good. You feel him lean closer. His breath puffed against your tongue as he purrs a low.

“Mhm just like that.”

His praise only makes you moan as it sends a hard throb to your overstimulated pussy. His tongue is down your throat and you immediately start to take him further down his shaft. It feels more intense the deeper he digs into you, before the point of no return for your mind, you have an epiphany. You keep trying to push his delicious dick into you as you thought.

You realized why you hated his eye contact in particular. It was true you didn’t like eye contact in general. It felt much too intimate for you. You felt way too vulnerable. Eren’s eyes were nothing less than piercing. He saw what made you up and exactly how to tear you down. Then built you in ways you thought were lost to you. You weren’t sure what was worse, him watching your pussy seize as you came on him or him looking into your eyes and finding out every secret about you. You felt your stomach drop and your body quivers a bit. A few of your tears fall.

You were halfway down his cock when you felt him pull from you to say.

“Hey, we haven’t even gotten started. Did you already cum?”

Ah, so that’s what that was. You should think you’d recognize your own orgasm but it seems you both were learning things. Eren made you feel good in ways you didn’t know your body was capable of. That was scary since you thought you knew all there was to know about your body.

“Auhmm uh a, a little…”

“How do you, cum a ahnnm… a little?”

You felt yourself squeeze him from an already tight fit. If he made that sound again you’d probably have another little orgasm. You think you started to understand why he wanted to hear your own sounds so much, that was very much fucking hot.

“I jus… did…”

You heard and feel a rumble inside his chest. He was chuckling. You found yourself looking up at his little smile. It’s been a very long time since you saw that. Your eyes felt glossy. You could listen to it forever. Though the both of you groaned when your ass made the rest of his dick disappear into you. Slowly, he let you sit with your entire weight on him as you both adjusted to one another. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer still. He leaned down again to bite your ear and growl through gritted teeth.

“Fucking, tight.”

You may have had another tiny orgasm. It was a few minutes until you both were able to start moving somewhat comfortably. You felt his heart beat against your chest. The pulse of pleasure in your ass. You jumped when he gripped that front part of your hips to move your body up and down on him.

“Ohh please, please not therre… I’ll, I’ll cum againn.”

You whined.

“Not, not here? Then how about here?”

Your clit swelled when he used one arm to lift you a bit and the other played with the hood of your clit. You shook your head vigorously drool slipped past your lips.

“Nnot there eitherr!”

He looked into your eyes as you descended further into the madness of pleasure. Whatever thoughts you had were so nonsensical warped with how good your ass and pussy were burning inside you. No thinking, no thinking. Every cell in your body felt it, they were alive and burned with a passion that would last after death.

“How does it feel huh? Being taken by me.”

You mind was fried. You tried to collect something in your head long enough to form a proper thought but it kept slipping through you.

He smacked your ass hard and yelled “Answer me! Rack that dumb brain of yours and make it work long enough to answer my question.”

You yelped and just started talking about what you thought without a filter. You physically couldn’t have one at this point. Your words slurred something serious.

“I-I- it’s embarasshing! Sho, sho embarasshing I could die…ooof I, I don wan you lookin at me h-hearin myy voishe hearing my ahhmm down there makin those noishes I’m, I’m tryin really hard to not, to be quiet but it- but I can’t help it, it, it f feels oohhh…”

You were losing steam of your stream of consciousness as he fucked your brains out, devolving into moans again but Eren was having none of it.

“Huh, how does it feel?”

He grabbed your throat to make you look at him. Your heart lept at being forcibly grounded by him as he was taking you to heaven.

“It feels sho good it hurts…feels shoo good, it feels way too gooood…”

“Should I stop then?”

He only asked not slowing down, just the threat was enough. You panic and plead.

“N- no no pleashe don stop! I can’t take it! Pleashe keep aahnn!“

He gave you a deliciously gross kiss as a reward and said.

“I suppose that’s all I’ll get out of your fucked out brain. Besides you were working that pretty head of yours overtime to try and challenge me before. You held out a while longer than I thought. You did such a good job for me.”

Your eyes could’ve turned into hearts. Your actual heart and clit felt like it would burst from your hood.

“Good? goood?”

You repeated like a happy little puppy.

“Yes, such a good, strong girl for me.”

That’s what you were! Eren said you were good! You were good for him! And strong too! You were melting.

“Yessh, yesh!”

He paced picked up slowly but there was no doubt that it was. You couldn’t hold back full screams. As he picked up the rythm, he laid you back. You two laced hands that was still tied. His other hand held your jaw so he wouldn’t miss a second of you now. You both were getting close. Your body started to seize and your moans turned to growls as pleasure heightened still. You both sounded nothing less than primal as the orgasm slowly took any control of your bodies. You would really die like this it was too much but if he stopped you would still die. The arch in your back got higher and higher, your walls squeezed and squeezed till you were literally milking him. 

Burning liquid shot from him and poured into your ass. You both still thrusted erratically against each other through your orgasms getting the absolute best pleasure until you couldn’t anymore. You came for so long before your body mercifully but slowly came down. Eren pushed your knees up to the sides of you. He kept them there as he slid out of you and watched his cum ooze from your ass. You start to gain your wits about you and seeing as his hands were occupied with your legs, you look away and cover your messy pussy with your tied hands. 

He sighs.

“You… don’t quit do you? This isn’t making much sense at this point.” 

“Its ah, not really a feeling I can control. Besides you already saw me, you got your fill haven’t you?”

Slowly, reluctantly, he lets you go his hands sliding down the backs of your thighs and squeezing your plump ass.

“Mm I think we’ll have to try again though…” 

 Your legs fall and you slide your eyes over to him trying and failing to hide your curiosity and excitement.

“Eh? huh? Try…try again?” 

He nods and sits back on the wall. You sit up and he makes a come here motion with a finger. You crawl over and sit between his legs and he unties your hands,

“Mhm I was in the middle of cumming too so I couldn’t get a good look at your face when you came.”

You rest your hands on his thighs and he holds your hips. 

“That’s an awful excuse.”

“It’s better than the ones you gave me.”

You don’t have a response so you pout. Then you felt him slip something around your neck. You touch the soft leathery material and say.

“Ya know I was wondering where you kept pulling things from.”

He shrugged.

“Gotta be prepared. Weren’t you?”

He points down in between you two and you realize he’s talking about rinsing out your ass. 

You face burns.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what’s around your neck?”

You sigh.

“Eren Jaeger, what did you put around my-“

“A dog collar.”

You face burns so hard it smarts.

“Yeah I thought you would like it. You liked being called a good girl so much.”

You change the subject.

“How am I gonna go back without a shirt?”

Of the clothes that sat behind you two, your tunic had a split right down the middle. He thought for a bit. You looked at him incredulous.

“You didn’t plan that?!”

“Not…really.”

It seemed like you did make him feel it if he did something so uncalculated for once. You smile and tilt your head at him.

“So you aren’t prepared for a everything.” 

He slides his eyes over to the side and admits.

“I was not prepared for you.”

It seemed like he was referring to your feelings. Well you didn’t  know he would reciprocate. It seemed you two worked, twisted as it was.

“I wasn’t prepared for you either.”

He hummed.

“I might be big but I thought you were pretty prepared. What with how wet-“

You put your hands on his mouth.

“Ahhh stop talking!!”

He just looks at you and you look away. But you look back to narrow your eyes at him. Then only drop your hands when you think he won’t say any more. You both sat in silence for a minute. You lie against him listening to one another’s breathing. For the first time in a long while both of your minds are quiet.

“I was planning on going home anyway.”

Slowly you smile.

“Our home.”

He nods.

“Our home.”

#eren x reader #eren x black reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren x reader smut #aot x black reader #aot x poc!reader #aot x you #aot smut #aot x reader #shingeki no kyoujin eren #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin smut

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I feel like I've probably typed this thought out before, but every time I'm reminded of the fionna and cake "discourse" (because people bring these two being so stylistically different so much, it's really nothing new) and how some people act towards towards genderbends in general (which, fair, I can get where you're coming from and all, sometimes it's just straight up ridiculous) it always seemed at least a little silly to me in this case specifically because, like, it all stems from

Nat just having a very curvy/flowy style and a whole world being built from said style, after the fact

Fionna and a lot of the characters in her world being similar but still somewhat distinctly different take on Finn's (no, I'm not talking about how the show justifies exploring the idea by making it Ice King fanfiction, that's an in-universe excuse for a real world concept being adapted for the show) like how in the comics Ice Queen was a frozen water nymph with a history with Cake, or in general how Cake isn't just "female Jake the dog" but is a cat dating weird black hole producing unicorn not *just* a male lady rainicorn.

4chan's old AT community being a mishmash of AUs and random OC, admittedly some more "problematic" than others

and just what happens when random people working on the show pop up here and there (I don't know about now, but people who work on shows stopping by 4chan's cartoon board because it was easily accessible and anonymous wasn't too uncommon)

But years after and due to an EXTREME lack of context (or just people who had their issues finding other people who had the same issues and then those posts blowing up to a point of people who didn't have said issues seeing it), some people just say "why does the young tube boy now have curves. Having curves is so fucked up because don't worry about it, by the way."

which on a surface level I understand but is incredibly ironic because at the same time, there were and still are people who liked her because she's largely just a regular looking girl in a similar situation to Finn, with her body type being seen as unconventional because that's kind of just what Nat goes for and why a lot of people like Bee and Puppycat

which very much goes against the "rules" usually used for Adventure Time characters and Finn specifically, and in any other show would probably have been heavily limited if not for how fast and loose the show played around with the concepts it was willingly to explore

Like, for as much as I understand (and how funny it is) making a "Genderbent" Finn be the same design but with a venus sign pointing to her in response to the preexisting Fionna, I don't think this same line of thought (alone) would have lead to anything else that marks just how wildly different the world of "Fionna and Cake" is, because it sort of misses the forest for the trees.

I don't know, I think it's sort of funny how these kinds of general thoughts can change, and how something that can be so wild at one point can end up being mundane and seen as "tropey" later on, especially with something on a mundane level as this. Because the idea that "people were fine with it then, so people should be fine with it now" is dangerous, but "people can voice their complaints now, so it was always kind of messed up" I wouldn't really agree with wholesale, either.

At the end of the day, it's kind of just differing opinions with different understandings of the contexts leading to them, especially since this just started as a silly little drawing that blew up into an AU that then got into the show it was made for, and etc.

It'll be very interesting to see how things change up in the actual Fionna and Cake special.

#dashingposts #dashingthoughts #long post #adventure time #fionna and cake #genderbend #genderbending #genderbend discourse #fionna and cake discourse

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Sketchbook Supply Recs!

Hi y’all, Since I’ve been posting more sketchbook pages recently, I thought I would share some of my favorite supplies. My recommendations are tailored to creating a user-friendly, portable kit mainly focused on ink and markers. I’ve found that having a kit like this makes me more likely to regularly develop my sketchbook, which I view as one of the most important parts of keeping one. None of these recommendations are sponsored or affiliated, I just hope that by sharing what supplies I enjoy, others can find new things to try. Keep reading under the cut!

I often find that products marketed towards the stationary and note-taking/organization niches perform better at lower prices for frequent sketchbook use than products targeted specifically towards the art and illustration community. Don’t shy away from products in office-supply stores just because it doesn’t say ‘for art’ on it. 

I also recommend refillable pens whenever possible. They usually offer more customization in ink color and nib size. Refillable options produce less plastic waste than disposable options. Refillable designs tend to have more ergonomic designs, with larger barrels and better weight balance that minimize hand discomfort. If you draw frequently, this is something worth considering to avoid damaging your hand joints in the long term. In addition, they’re built with durability in mind, allowing them to be thrown in your bag or pencil case without worry. 

Darker ink drawing pens make up the core of my kit, so I’ve tried a variety of options and usually have at least a few of these in my bag. Currently, the Pilot Kakuno Pocket Fountain Pen (around $10-19 depending where you purchase from) is my favorite. I love the line quality this pen can produce– the barrel is a bit larger than most pens and the body and cap give it a good balance in the hand. This pen also takes cartridge refills, allowing you to easily switch colors between refills without the mess. There are a wide range of colors available for this pen, and the thinner water-based ink formula is easy to work with. The ink dries down matte, so it scans accurately without digital manipulation. It also comes in a few different nib sizes with different cosmetic options/color ways for the pen body. Though fountain pens typically have a slight learning curve in learning how to draw with them, I found this one especially easy to work with since the nib has an etched design that shows when you’re holding it properly. 

The Pilot EnerGel Alloy Body Ballpoint Pen (around $8-10) is another of my favorites. The metal body of the pen is a slightly larger barrel size with a nice weight balance which allows smooth lines without hand discomfort. They’re also refilled with cartridges, which come in a few different colors and point sizes; I enjoy the 1.0 mm the most for this pen. The water-based gel ink formula for this pen is one of the best I’ve tried, as it’s very smooth, dries fast which minimizes smudging, and scans well. The V5/V7 Ballpoint Pen from Pilot (available in multi-packs for around $1-2 per pen) has a similar ink formula in varied nib sizes. They aren’t refillable, but they last a long time. I think they’re worthwhile, especially as a beginner friendly, widely available option.

Muji Pens (available online for about $2 per pen) are another great ballpoint gel option. They come in an impressive range of colors, thicknesses, and cap types. They can also be refilled with cartridges. I think the finer 0.38 and 0.5 nib sizes are my favorites from this line. 

If you prefer a brush-tip style pen to ballpoint or fountain pens, I really enjoy the Tombow Fudenosuke or Pentel Pocket Brush. The Fudenosuke (around $3-4) is a felt-tip brush pen. The nib is a perfect firmness to get a variety of line weights with ease. I find that this makes it well-suited to thumbnails and other fast sketching. They come in a smaller range of well-formulated, pigmented colors, which consistently scan well. They aren’t refillable, but last a long time, which I think makes them worth it. 

The Pentel Pocket Brush (around $7 with two refills included) is a bristle brush pen. The fibers are very smooth and can achieve a wide variety of textures and line weights. It has a bit more of a learning curve than some of my other recommendations, but that’s mostly if you haven’t inked with a brush previously– it’s relatively easy to get comfortable with. It’s also refillable with cartridges and has a few different color options. This pen is one of my favorites for figure drawing. 

Though it’s not a pen, I also think the Rotring Mechanical Drafting Pencil (around $20-30) deserves a mention for folks who prefer sketching in pencil. The metal body and textured grip create a good weight balance that makes it write exceptionally smooth. It also takes standard graphite and other colorful options which give an equivalent level of customization to the previously described pens. 

Markers and colorful supplies are another important element of your kit. At the top of the list for me is a couple of different highlighters and felt tip pens. I love Zebra Mildliners, especially the double-ended ones with the super fine/brush tip combo (usually less than $1/pen when purchased in packs of 5 or more). They’re easy to draw with and can be a great choice for adding value or colors. The color range (mostly pastel and creamy colors) is also impressive. Stabilo makes a similar style of pen called the pointMax (M 0.8) (usually about $2 a pen, but also comes in packs) that comes in some darker, more vibrant colors. I prefer the thicker size since they tend to last longer, but they make some thinner liner versions of this pen (called point88) with the same ink formula that are also good. If you like a thicker marker, Chunky highlighters are the way to go. Stabilo Boss (about $1.50 in a multi-pack) and Staedtler Textsurfer (about $1.70) are great options that come in a variety of colors, with Stabilo coming in creamy pastels and Staedtler coming in more bright and neon colors.  

Within this category, novelty supplies can also be a good colorful addition. Mixed color pencils can be really fun for line drawing. Koh-i-Noor makes some of my favorites (about $4 but they last a long time) with earth tones, primaries, and neons. Gelly Roll pens (about $1.50 /pen) also are a nice novelty pen while still being high quality. They have a good color range with metallic, neon, glitter, and other finishes. 

On top of drawing supplies, some washi tape, stickers, double-stick tape, and cool paper also make fun additions. It’s harder to make specific recommendations for specific washi tape and stickers, however, supporting your local stationery/craft/paper good stores and favorite artists and designers who make and sell it is always a good move! I have some from Natalie Andrewson, Alex Tomlinson of Pigeon Post, and Starmint Art that I use all the time. The best ones complement the imagery and colors you use. Be curious, collect, and repurpose things that make you excited!

Hopefully these recommendations help you find something new and exciting. Let me know if there are other topics you’d be interested in! Thanks for reading :^)

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