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williaml0ver · 3 months

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☆ <3 Naib Subedar Taking Care of Robbie ☆ <3

[🖇️] word count: 1437

[🖇️] warnings: g/n reader, not proofread - as if i ever did that before

[🖇️] author's note: this was supposed to be a multiple characters post but i realized that i am NOT made for this, at least for now lmao. I will just post the other two separately soon because it's easier for me this way. 🫨

[🖇️] Maybe this would make more sense with Memory but Robbie is like my favourite hunter of course i had to take the opportunity omg... ROBBIENATION RISE

-Ever since the past week you managed to get closer to little Robbie. Whether it happened because he was fond of your kindness or you seemed like a perfect playmate he was soon all over you - he'd share candy with you and even make cards with drawings for special occasions. One day when it was already very late you've suddenly heard a few knocks on the old fashioned door of your dorm. You've slowly gotten up, trying not to wake up your lover and opened the door. It was no one else than Robbie himself holding a small plushie. Long past his bedtime. He started explaining he's got nightmares and is scared to sleep alone today, later asking if he could join you two. If you didn't share your room you'd immediately agree, however, in this case you need to ask your boyfriend for consent.

-Naib is suddenly awoken by you, asking what's so important at this ungodly hour? Once the question's finally asked he feels confused, noticing the little boy standing behind with a "mom i just throw up" face.

-Has a hesitant stance at first. Sure, he's noticed you two started spending more time lately, but for you to be babying the boy already? He would be suggesting bringing him back to Michiko or Luchino, but the stone hearted mercenery eventually gives in after you convince him.

-When the three of you finally lay together, you are in between them since Naib prefered to be next to you, he holds you by your waist and meanwhile you hold Robbie. Naib also stays up a little longer to see both of you fall asleep, both because he just wants to look at you and make sure no tricks are being pulled. Seems like the axe boy really enjoyed sleeping together, as he loves visiting for little sleepovers from time to time. This doesn't bug the merc as much, but he still may feel a little, just a little jealous.

-Why would a man slowly pushing thirty be jealous of a small child you ask? Naib thought so as well, but when he saw you both drawing silly stuff on paper he felt somewhat envious. Just when you thought the most secretive, independent, straightforward person under this roof would never loose his cool around you, he sits next to you and starts drawing a wacky stickman.

-Ever since his sleepovers became a frequent thing, Naib is often choosen to be on babysitting duty. Sometimes with you, sometimes alone.

-I can see them having bit of a rough start at some point? Like Naib wanting to distance himself rather than be around Robbie, yet making sure he is around. He'd eye him to make sure you're not being hurt. This small boy, on the other hand, would be ecstatic to finally crack the mercernary's tough shell, the one who's making sure his playmate is safe in bed. With your help, Robbie would like to get closer to Naib, he quickly develops a big fascination with the green hooded man.

-You'd have to start slow and be patient, maybe ask Robbie to help you make lunch for the three of you and later eat together? Naib would begin recognizing the child's good intentions and eventually lets his guard down around.

-Once the adaptation is done, Naib definitely would receive the Cool Uncle™️ title without much effort and be constantly bugged by Robbie pleading him to show some cool tricks he does with his weapons. And well, Naib could be a hesitant one. You may as well step in to beg too, because how can he resist those four cute eyes? (Okay not quite if we think of Robbie but let's go on) The look in Robbie's eyes? Priceless. As if someone put diamonds in his eyes. Seeing the boy being so excited about something so ordinary to him actually boosts his ego and show some dangerous-leaning stuff, you may want to step in. Naib will soon realize that being the Cool Uncle™️ is not an easy task.

-They soon become some kind of partners in crime. Robbie discovers Naib from a totally diffrent side, he's mature, but he can also be a huge tease. He is certainly not the most talkative man, though is providing a lot of security. Naib is even willing to share some of his food of it and sometimee sneaks candies in Robbie's pocket when you're not looking.

-You'd often have to be the voice of reasons between them, as Naib's ego sometimes raises over the roof when showing off to Robbie.

-Eventually, they start spending so much time together that whenever someone spots either of them alone, they ask where the other one is. Naib feels secretly very proud of Robbie.

-One day, to your surprise, he even allowed him to wear his cape. You have a photo of him as mini Naib holding a toy knife standing on your bedroom desk.

-Robbie's personal favourite drawing is the one where he and Naib are in knight armors rescuing you from a dragon.

-Robbie's a curious child. You can't call it a day if you haven't seen him pulling the Merc by his hood and asking for yet another cool story. Naib would either make them up or just slightly modify his stories from the military.

-A lot of field trips! Naib would like to show Robbie some useful tricks, like what to do when you get lost. You, at first, thought that was a cute idea, until Robbie began climbing up random furniture. Robbie once showed you some usefk knife defence tricks that he was taught by your boyfriend, much to your horror. That man is raising a little monster.

-You once decided to go with them for one of those trips. Just out of curiosity. When you went to the toilet alone for a few minutes, Naib started teaching Robbie some fighting moves. Let's say you were terrified when you came back.

-Robbie enjoys when he is picked up by the older man. He likes to put on oversized coats he borrowed from Luchino and go to him, pretending to trick him into thinking that he has grown so quickly.

-They DO enjoy pulling pranks. And when think they would spare you and do it to others, you're actually their main victim.

-Naib specifically learnt a few "magic tricks" to show Robbie. Boy he was shocked.

-They both get overcompetitive when playing hide and seek. You always pray you're the one hiding because when it's the other way around it may take up to an HOUR, after the merc taught Robbie how to discretly switch hiding spots, much to your annoyance.

-Robbie picks up some of Naib's behaviour. Robbie seldom answer with a very sarcastic and ironic tone. You and Naib had a talk that day.

-As much as Robbie doesn't mean anything bad, he can sometimes get too brave and say something mildly offensive to you. Naib wouldn't hesitate to confront him about it and command to apologize.

-Robbie's very hyperactive, so whether Naib is reading a book or working out with Eli, he would constantly have a pair of small legs following him and asking what he's up to.

-They both like bonding over making food. If Robbie finds anything intriguing him in a cookbook it's only a matter of time until you see them picking up the indegredients together to surprise you. Naib let's him pick anything he wants for the dessert.

-Naib would teach Robbie how to prepare some easy and safe to make meals so he could feed himself on his own <3.

-During his solo babysitting duty, although caring, Naib can be strict. He secretly worries a lot and would not hesitate to send him back to the hunters' part of the manor as temporary punishment. Michiko learned to take advantage of that and would allow him to go back if he helped the butlers and maids do the cleaning.

-I can see Naib being the "go ask your mother" kind of person 😭. Also not very adequate to the era, but he would totally ask the kid if he has any cool games on his phone, just so he could get distracted and Naib could spend some time with you.

-As much as the mercenary likes Robbie, it does annoy him sometimes how he now has less private time just with you.

-Ultimately, while at first seeming closed off, Naib actually becomes very fond of him and is ready to protect him. Robbie meanwhile likes to show Naib how much he loves both of you.

I don't know what to put here... i'm posting this while listening to Shakira songs... besides the Robbie mini series with Ganji and William (half finished!) i will soon start working on date scenerios with Luchino and Kevin for valentine day yay!!!! If any of my loyal and beloved eight followers is reading this i love you guys i'm swinging my feet goodnight

#idv #idv x reader #identity v #idv hcs #naib subedar #naib subedar x reader #naib subedar headcanons #idv headcanons #idv axe boy #idv robbie #idv robbie white

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sorencd · 9 months

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ART CLASS

pairing: neil perry x shy!f!reader

summary: you and neil talk about how you two acted around each other before you started dating.

word count: 0.7k

a/n: i lovr neil so much imghrhgfhr

"remember that one time you tried giving me chocolates on valentine's day?" neil said as he looked up from where he laid, his head was on your lap as you fiddled with his soft brown locks.

you two were under a tree, just enjoying each other's company. you were reading him a book before he suddenly brought up the memory of valentine's day.

"what? i gave you chocolates even back then?" you responded as you raised your eyebrows. you don't recall giving him anything before you two became a thing. you were too shy to even come close to him on your own accord, you needed your friends to force you to even be able to talk to him and whenever he gets into close proximity with you, you'd run away with red-tinted cheeks.

"yeah," he smiled fondly, remembering the memory with a lovesick grin on his face. "you almost tripped on your way back after you gave me the chocolates because of how fast you ran away." neil laughed─ his eyes crinkling and his hair turning into a light brown hue as the sun's rays that peaked from the leaves above shined onto the two of you.

your face flushed a crimson red as you finally recalled the moment, it was so long ago. you made your brain suppress the memory of you humiliating yourself and buried it in the back of your head but alas, your boyfriend made you recollect the whole thing. you didn't think he'd still remember that. you covered your face in embarrassment and groaned as neil's laughter got louder.

"i-i was scared of how you'd react!" you reasoned as a smile made its way to your lips when you looked at him, "you didn't have to remind me of that!"

"oh, i did have to remind you that. i couldn't forget about it, you looked really cute while handing it to me." he hollered. "you were as red as a strawberry!"

"at least i didn't fall off a tree when i was reading a poem." you said with a small smirk. "oh, the moon that shined brightly on my darkest days.." you teased as you repeated words from the poem he wrote and read to you when he first asked you out on a date. you could still remember him suddenly appearing on the tree branch that was by your window with that signature smile of his.

the laughter came to an abrupt end and it was neil's turn to be embarrassed. "i could still feel the pain from when i fell down."

you laughed, "or how about that time we bumped our heads when we first tried kissing?"

"i still remember the look on your face, love. you looked like you were about to explode." neil chuckled as he reached up to push back a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "i still have the drawing you gave me that day."

"you do?"

"yeah. i keep every single one of them."

you blushed red at neil's confession. you knew he kept the silly drawings you gave him. but you didn't think he kept all of them.

"i kept all of your poems, too. i have them all neatly compiled by date in my drawer."

you looked down again to see neil who was already looking at you, his eyes filled with affection and adoration. his already wide smile grew even wider when you made eye contact with him for the umpteenth time.

"i always read them, you know." you continued, "i read them every time i wake up, every night before bed, every after shower, i like them a lot!"

"i like you a lot." neil admitted with the softest expression on his features, he sat up and gently cupped the back of your neck to give you a kiss laced with love and fondness. your face which was already impossibly red grew to an even darker shade as you two stared at each other, love struck.

at that moment─ all the troubles in the world faded away into obscurity. the pressures and unfairness of life dissipating, leaving only you and neil alone. you hoped it'll stay this way, hoped that no one would take away the happiness and that feeling of content he gave you. hoped that neil would always stay by your side.

#dead poets society #neil perry #neil perry x reader #dead poets society x reader

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o-uncle-newt · 9 months

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I'm not going to reblog Neil Gaiman's thing about how S2's episodes "don't have any fat on them" but I DO have some (spoilery) reactions to that below the cut-

OK so I already did another post here where I gave my impressions of the writing- but Gaiman mentioning this actually reminded me of something that I didn't put in there at all but kind of wish I had.

Because honestly, I don't think that the episodes not having any fat on them is a good thing.

Here's the thing- Good Omens, the book and the first season of the TV show, is a bunch of set pieces that loosely come together into a plot. The TV show less so, maybe- there's more of an effort to create a narrative- but fundamentally it's a bunch of ridiculous stuff all strung together to create the Apocalypse. (Like, there's a reason why book fans were so upset when the Four Other Horsemen of the Apocalypse didn't show up in the show- they did literally nothing for the plot but they were absolutely hilarious.)

So far, in the first 2 episodes of S2, I have to agree with Gaiman that there's no fat on them. And I think that's one of the things that kind of threw me. EVERYTHING that has happened thus far has felt like it's something that's probably going to lead to something else, like it's connective tissue for the upcoming story that will presumably make more sense later- and while there's plenty of entertainment and humor and sweetness, it's all to the point. You have to be paying attention, you have to take everything seriously (even if it's something that by rights feels inherently unserious) because it could matter later.

In S1, you didn't have to think too carefully about why a telemarketer is being eaten by maggots or even why there's still a witchfinder in the 21st century (for the show) because fundamentally it doesn't REALLY matter. Something will all come together at the end and in the meantime you can just enjoy it in the spirit in which it's given, which is of course an insane one. Each scene is just fun on its own. (I think this is in some ways truer in the book than the show- there were a lot of these scenes that I don't think worked on the show- but that was more about the execution than the concept.)

The fat in S1 was the good part, really. The plot wasn't all that important- it was all the moments along the way.

The closest thing to fat (to continue to use the metaphor) in S2, so far, is the minisode. It's the only thing where it doesn't necessarily feel like you'll be tested on it later. And it's also easily the best part of those episodes! You can just watch it and take all the ridiculousness for granted because it doesn't really matter. It's there to draw out the characters, it's there to give the world more color, and it's there to entertain.

Not that S2 isn't also there to entertain- it very much is, but it doesn't really have time to. It can be silly and random in the way that the book and S1 are, but instead of those being random throwaway moments (like Newt blacking out all of Dorking in the book- which signifies that his tech-unsavviness may be relevant to the plot later but is really mostly just there to entertain because it's so out-there), they are intrinsically tied into whatever the plot will turn out to be. That's really clear, even though we don't actually know yet exactly what the plot is going to be! The leanness of the plot is immediately evident.

I think, so far, that the main negative consequence is that it makes it so much harder to suspend disbelief. When you have a ridiculous moment in a throwaway scene, that's worldbuilding- it shows that this is the kind of world where ridiculous things happen, and then when a particular ridiculous moment ends up being important to the plot, that's fine because it's part of a whole constellation of ridiculous things in this ridiculous world- they've already deconstructed our sense of disbelief. When all you're getting is plot, when something a bit crazy happens you're like "oh, hang on, that doesn't make sense, that's a bit farfetched."

I think that that's one of the things that, so far, is giving "fanfic vibes" to the first two episodes. Maggie and Nina get locked into the cafe? In their first episode?! When we know that they're going to get together?!?! That's ridiculous. In the book and to a lesser degree S1, where like five other ridiculous things would have already happened that aren't heavily signaled to be important to the plot (Gabriel doesn't count because we know he's important to the plot too), this would just be one more ridiculous thing. In S2, it feels like something we need to suspend disbelief for because we haven't really had it suspended for us yet.

Everything I write about Good Omens here is going to come down to John Finnemore in the end because I can't help myself lol, but honestly, my first thought was "well he's really into plotting, so maybe this is part of that." But- he's also done nine and a bit seasons of a sketch show. While he was writing this he was also writing a season of JFSP (the sublime S9) where there was very minimal plot but everything was propelled by character building sketches, very much in the spirit of Good Omens. He knows exactly the power of random ridiculous moments to build the world and explain its ludicrousness. When him being a writer was announced, I saw so many people say "he's definitely got a bonkers enough brain to do this" except that it turns out that, while true, his bonkers sketch-writing brain doesn't really have a lot to do here.

That, plus the fact that I'd be really surprised from everything that I've heard over the last 2ish years if Gaiman wasn't the first and final voice behind everything written for this season, leads me to the conclusion that the issue might just be that S2 may be, as a group effort, over-plotted for its length. There's little room to breathe and live in the world. There are barely any humans, and as such there's not much time to remember that the story is set in a world where humans matter, which, as I pointed out in my previous post, is something that was really important in Good Omens the book and S1. It just doesn't have any fat.

Now- I should be clear- as I said with the other post, it is way too early to tell if GO2 is good or not, because all of the stuff in E1-2 was clearly building up to other things that haven't happened yet. I actually think S2 probably will be good. The above may not be "issues" per se. But I do think that talking about the original Good Omens like the "fat" is the problem kind of misses the point of why so many people liked it- and leaves GO2 with a pretty big burden to overcome in order to convince viewers that it is a continuation of the same world and same story they loved in S1.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers #go2 spoilers #john finnemore #john finnemore's souvenir programme #jfsp s9 #because I can't help myself

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no0t2 · 5 days

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@checkadii

I literally just woke up so this is the worst time to post this but ngl I have this problem where I wanna talk about it but I blank so fucking hard and fall flat on my face that I end up not talking about it anyway out of sheer embarrassment.

I'm not good at structuring my thoughts properly either because of ADHD, but here goes I guess.

I usually gotta segway into the topic if it's relevant to the conversation usually via,, friend convo, I don't know how people do deepdives of characters and whatnot I can't do that. I'm not sure why that is, this always has been a thing for me where I've got some level of understanding and my own HCs and such but they're not written or anything, so I can't express them.

To me Postal is just a silly series (minus P1 and Redux), not to be taken too seriously. So I don't really think about the "lore" that it has so much. I can ramble about Postal: Brain Damaged tho, that's probably my favourite cos of gameplay... And the designs as well as the soundtrack. It's just such a good game, I never thought shooters would ever be a genre I'd like to play, as I was so against playing them (thanks Half-Life for opening up my eyes). I can say definitely with confidence that retro styled FPS are especially something I find fun? Not on intense difficulty or anything either, I usually can't go above normal.

I've listened to "Straight Outta Suburbia" for like over an hour straight, I'm pretty sure even during while I was drawing one of my BD sketches lol

Back to Postal in general, I frankly haven't done enough "research" on it where I can properly speak about it aside from the games I've played (P1, P2, Paradise Lost and P:BD) And they're all games that are super different from each other (aside from P2 and PL, but even then). I'd also say I'm still pretty new to the series, speaking as I haven't played all of the games yet. Frankly, I was planning to just stick to P2 and that's it, glad I didn't.

Postal 1 I remember making me feel all sorts of weird things when I both played it and after I finished it. The load up intro scared the shit out of me the first time I opened the game, to where I had to pause for a minute. And it kept spooking me each time I did open it. I think that was kinda the point of the game as it's pretty dark compared to it's counterparts. I won't get into the lore of the 1st Dude cos I've seen people pluck at each other's feathers over the interpretation of him. But essentially, guy looses his shit during an episode, starts killing everyone. (Or just, "hostiles", depends how you play the game.)

P2 is so wildly different (aside from the fact that you can shoot people) that when I first opened it I was so confused how I was met with THAT Dude. I was surprised to hear him talk more beyond than just "BLEED" or "Only my weapon understands me". At the time I was also wrangling personal fears and feelings(which I don't know if I wanna get into, let alone if people would even wanna hear it lol) over playing the Postal series, so my initial expectation towards the game was:

"Okay, I know this is going to have some offensive shit in it, there's parts that won't be fun probably." And hoped for the worst, surprisingly a lot of the stuff in it I didn't find that bad, most of it is definitely fucked up, but nothing I couldn't handle, surprisingly. I played neutral-y, so I only attacked whoever attacked me, but I'd bail if I had the chance.

Paradise Lost plays similarly to Postal 2 (as it's literally the same branch of game just in the form of DLC). But I've found myself enjoying it way more than Postal 2, mostly cuz I found some of the jokes in it actually funny.

P3 I haven't played because I got rick rolled by RWS on the website so I'm not gonna play it out of spite </33 (But I've seen gameplay)

Postal: Brain Damaged is like, even more different than the previous entries as it's a retro styled shooter. But it has the charm of a Postal game and MAN is it good, I think the fact that it was released more recently is what made me enjoy its humor more. And it just!! Is so fun in general like wow, I'm still processing playing the game and I've already been thinking of replaying it because of how much I've enjoyed it. Definitely recommend trying it out.

AND WOWWW this has gotten long oops. Sorry.

I wanna note tho that, although there are aspects of Postal I enjoy, there's a lot of them that I don't, namely the offensive bits, some of them are genuinely fucked up where I can't go past them even in a comedic sense. Which I think is OK. I still enjoy other parts of it :^]

#this is such a long ramble I'm soo sorry #There might be typos dnhdhw #I'm not maintagging this do not perceive me #nines rambles #<- LITERALLY

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lixlikes · 8 months

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Hello i saw your recent work with everyone’s favorite warrior frog and i wanted to try an idea. How about one with Lae’zel with a draconic bloodline sorcerer who’s wings finally sprouted and Lae’zel wanting to touch them but trying to seem indifferent about them. Maybe even a few hcs about the relationship in general or just the above but is fine. Gives a new meaning to riding the dragon eh?

Ride the Dragon | NSFW Lae’zel x Reader/Tav

Warnings: Slight degradation, Size difference, Male/AMAB Tav but with no gendered terms, Jokes of death

Info: As read in comment :) + needy lae’zel? yea of course!!

A/N: Yess omg thank you this idea is so cute and just the right amount of spicy! I’m glad you enjoyed my silly little oneshot about the cute gith mommy!

The campfire casts a warm comfort over you, allowing your shoulders to relax and your jaw to become unclenched. Your moment of relaxation is ruined when a familiar pain shoots through your shoulders, as the sting slithers it’s way up your spine.

“Gods damn it all” You grumble, rolling your head back to look up at the darkening night sky.

You catch sight of a familiar face, scrunched up in confusion.

“What is that?” The gith asks plainly.

“What does it look like.”

“I’m referring to those” She motions to the small wings protruding from your shoulder blades.

“Oh, It’s natural” You sigh “If you’re wondering, they don’t hurt” You smile.

“I was not going to ask that” She denies.

“Whatever you say” You wave a hand at her jokingly.

“They could prove useful in combat.”

“Good point, wanna touch ‘em?” You ask, halfjoking.

She shakes her head, crouching down by the now dwindling campfire. You raise a hand, placing it on her nearly bare back, your claws shimmering in the light.

She swiftly turns, grabbing you by the wrist.

“I’m sorry!” You call out, caught off guard “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She lets go hesitantly, her fingers seemingly tracing the lines of your scales as she draws back.

“You can touch me, you just have to ask, I understand curiosity” You chuckle.

She stands once more, returning to your back side.

“Don’t act like I am some anxious child” She crouches down, placing a hand on your shoulder for stability.

“Well you seemed nervous, you never know with you.”

“I could easily slit your throat in one quick motion” She snarls.

“Alright alright no need for threats.”

You feel her fingers meet the tip of your growing wing, causing you to twitch slightly.

Her hands slowly make their way down to the base of the wing, feeling the dip of every individual scale.

You groan softly, whether in pain or pleasure is anyone’s guess.

She says nothing as she grips the base tightly in her hands, pulling you back into her lap.

“Aggressive much?”

Your sentence is cut off by a swift, authoritative kiss. Her soft skin against your own is a blissful feeling that builds its nest in your stomach.

As she pulls away from you, your need glazed eyes meet. She begins to remove her hands from your face as you grip them, placing them back and smiling.

“What a coincidence,” You chuckle “You beat me to my own idea.”

“You really should learn how to keep that mouth of yours shut” The corners of her lips seem to fight back a persistent smile.

“You love it.”

You sit up, crawling on top of her as she begins to lean back.

You place a hand on her cheek “Is the arrogant soilder really going to allow me the honor of being in control?” You smirk.

In a seemingly effortless motion she flips your bodies, her legs struggling to accommodate your hips as she straddles you.

“I know my body inside and out, taking you will be yet another challenge I squash under my boot” Her voice is matter-a-fact, it calls for your submission.

Her hands slide down your chest as yours meet her hips. She fiddles with your pant buttons for a moment before she gets them loose, you aid her by lifting up your hips, allowing her to pull them down, You discard them to the side to be found in the morning. Her hands are jetting all over you, rubbing your boxers to running up your sides.

“I am yours for the taking” You whimper slightly, letting her hands roam over your ever hardening boner with need.

She nods, taking in your neediness with a look of accomplishment. With a soft grunt she rips your boxers off of you, leaving you to shiver slightly at the sudden air against your skin (skin? scales?).

She looks up at you slowly, with a look of curiosity behind her eyes, certainly such a small figure won’t be able to accommodate your size? As if reading your mind she wraps a hand (nearly) around your throat and kisses you roughly, moaning softly into the kiss as the crotch of her night pants rub against your bare body.

You place a hand on her hip and sneak a finger under her waistband, begging to feel her skin against yours.

She huffs as she breaks the kiss, clambering off of you as she swiftly undoes her pants, discarding them ontop of yours, not bothering to remove her undergarments.

Before you can even sit up she’s back in your lap, kissing your lips with soft moans and hefty grinding. She seems desperate, more rushed than thought out as she usually is, possibly to due with her prior attitude to your new found wings.

She pushes off of you, putting all weight on her knees. Her panties are pushed to the side as she starts to descend onto you.

The entry is rough, as shown on her slight grimace quickly replaced with a hushed “oh.”

Her warm heat suddenly surrounds your tip as she halts to prepare for the further stretch. You offer her a hand to hold, which she takes reluctantly. Her nails poke into your skin as she begins to push further slowly.

You kiss the backside of her hand lovingly, watching as her cheeks begin to flush (what color would a gith blush? dark green?).

She sinks down to the hilt, sitting for a moment as her eyes roll back and a quiet moan lips from her lips. The feeling of being inside this famed fierce and cold warrior makes you feel fit to burst, the soft twitches and clenching of her walls beg for you to start moving but you know it’s best to be patient, even if she says otherwise.

She rolls her hips slowly in figure 8’s, mumbling inaudible curses under her breath as her clit rubs against your scales. You place your free hand on her hips, giving a small squeeze as you groan.

She slowly rises to the top and slams back down to the base, and once more, the way her body is twitching shows she’s beginning to etch closer and closer to release, and you’re not far behind.

You whimper softly as you look up at her, pulling her into a slow, intimate kiss, contrasting the usual rough, needy kisses you two usually shared.

Her hips roll once more and you’re both down for the count as her legs start to shake and her walls clench around you. You feel pure bliss wash over you in waves as you spill inside of her, her name a prayer on your lips as you watch her face of ecstasy.

Her arms falter as she flops down, her head on your chest as she breaths heavily. You place a hand on her hand, brushing out the small knots in her hair as you feel your racing heart slow to the usual rhythm.

You know by morning she’ll be acting all tough once more, denying the moment of vulnerability, but for now you enjoy holding her as you bask in the post orgasm glow.

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spuukinightmares · 4 months

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Mondo Owada Werewolf Headcanons !?

I have been thinking about werewolf au mondo so much you have NO idea. why did I decide to draw him my brain is rotting like a tooth cavity he is consuming my every thought like sweet candy

Anyways. I need to get these thoughts out of my brain. They have to go somewhere so they’re going to mondoblr enjoy these general headcanons of mondo as a werewolf

MAYBE I’ll do an x reader version if I feel like it. MAYBE. for now though this is just regular old headcanons babyyyy

First of all, the pompadour remains even during his transformed state.

It’s both convenient and inconvenient. On one hand, he doesn’t have to go through the trouble of styling it all over again once he’s back in human form, but on the other hand, it makes him easily identifiable when being a werewolf is supposed to be a secret.

He doesn’t keep it from everyone though.

I like to imagine that the Crazy Diamonds are not only a biker gang, but also a werewolf pack. Some of them, at least.

The gang itself is probably massive— it’d be crazy to think that every single one of them would be a werewolf, which is why in this AU I think that only some of them would be.

All the werewolves of the gang would have their own special little division with Mondo as their leader still.

They’d go for bike rides (or I guess they could also just run on all fours) in the night, rampaging the streets as they usually do, but this time during full moons and in their werewolf forms to do… idk, werewolf things, leaving the humans of the gang out of it.

Has this caused any human members of the Crazy Diamonds to suspect Mondo of lycanthropy? Maybe, but they respect and fear the guy too much to even think about bringing it up.

Daiya was probably a werewolf too, he showed his younger brother the ropes of being part of the pack as well as being part of the gang.

Daiya was more strict with himself about keeping his form under control, only letting loose when he felt it was absolutely necessary.

Mondo, however, was sort of the opposite.

He was always more open to running wild, and never really understood why he needed to keep this side of him a secret, especially when he was younger.

His first transformation left him feeling scared and ashamed, but that shame surrounding his lycanthropy dissipated when his brother found out and helped him, showing him the ways of the werewolf.

He went from being terrified of himself, to being almost shameless and thinking that being a werewolf was awesome!

Nowadays though, he’s better able to understand his older brother’s perspective, especially since he’s now the leader.

Keeping himself under control and making less of a mess means a lower chance he’ll be found out, and being found out means bad news for everyone.

Would the other werewolves in his gang be captured if he is? Would the humans be chastised for keeping quiet?

He doesn’t want to find it. He may be a thrill-seeker, but he’s not going to take a stupid risk like that.

Mondo’s current feelings on being a werewolf are sort of… conflicting.

He likes the freeing feeling of being able to run wild and being big and strong, but he’s afraid to lose control of himself.

He thinks the overall look of being a werewolf is pretty cool and he adores dogs, but he doesn’t want to be treated as if he is one.

Things like wagging his tail or enjoying being pet by someone make him cringe at himself, he needs to hold onto his dignity!

He also hated howling at first because it felt silly.

And then there’s the transformations… they suck! They hurt like hell and they rip up your clothes unless you’re wearing something super baggy.

There’s been a few times where Mondo has forgotten to change before a full moon hit and ended up needing to buy new clothes.

It drives him crazy whenever it happens, sometimes he just starts tearing the rest with his mouth out of anger. Why not? They’re already ripped.

The physical pain also adds to his irritability. Tearing into things and breaking them has become a way of trying to distract of soothe himself.

Yet another reason why he wants to become a carpenter. If he knows how to rebuild it, then he doesn’t have to worry too much about breaking his own furniture!

okay that’s all for rn byyyeeeeee ❤️

#mondo owada #mondo oowada #danganronpa #danganronpa mondo #werewolf mondo owada #werewolf mondo #danganronpa au #werewolf au

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tunabesimpin · 9 months

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Let's go to the beach beach! ... Ninki Minjaj

HI TUNAAAA!! Congrats on 800!! Keep up the good and honest hard work my g >:))

WHO: As for the event, Nemo will be coming in to make waves! She's gonna drag in poor Sebek with her as her plus one.

HOW: How did the jester convince Sebek? Let's just say that he didn't want to accompany her at first, but he realized the mayhem she might cause if it was Silver who supervised her instead. Better that it was him yelling at the top of his lungs over a sleepyhead letting her run loose.

Below are the silly fits I came up with for them ✨ the messy concept is all I got for now sobs

Feel free to adjust Sebek's if you wanna >:))

Here's the link for the more polished ver.

FAVE COLOR: Nemo obviously likes green, the most creative color of the rainbow! (not really).

WHAT: As for what she likes doing during summer, she loves to relax and just unwind in the sun! Thus, it's no-brainer what she's going to do at the party: sunbathing, but with a twist!

TWIST?: She's going to bury herself in the sand with only her head sticking out. The jester claims that this odd practice has therapeutic effects.

One would hope this isn't one of her silly tricks, but that's just wishful thinking...

Anyway, thank you for hosting this Tuna!! Do lmk if you need anything clarified or if I missed anything svdkdj Best of luck to you w/ this event!! 🙏

--- Nemo's schemes had already effected many of the beach goers, but to be fair those involved did have warning. The most popular of their attractions being their sand cakes, a gamble on whether you receive and actual cake or some beach sand. Even Tuna took chance on the idea, though their reasoning might have been a bit different.

Having picked a bucket for themself, Tuna began eating a lightbulb switching on as they remembered Nemo mentioning being buried in the sand. "Say, want to start a head garden with me?" It took a second for Nemo to understand, but a wicked smirk grew "I would ever be honored~" Tuna continued to crunch on their 'cake' as the two began to clean up and find a suitable spot. They used sticks to draw a border in the sand and make faux paths and used palm leaves to provide some shade. Once the base was done it was time to dig. Long flat beds were dug out and ready to be lied in, it quite a while, but they managed to get 3 done. Now it was time find their first customer and unfortunately for Sebek, he seemed to be the first to pass by.

Nemo and Tuna were quick to team up on him, Tuna holding him from behind and Nemo began leading the way. Nemo became the perfect spokesman "Please right this way dear customer! Our garden is perfect for relaxation and clearing the mind~ Surely you can only be at your best if your mind is at its best as well!" Sebek squirmed, digging his heels into the sand to no avail and he yelled "I WILL NOT! UNHAND ME!" It was no use, with both Nemo and Tuna combined, they managed to pin him tot he bed and began to bury him thoroughly. At some point Sebek gave up, deciding it wouldn't hurt to try and feel the 'therapeutic' process. However, once he saw Tuna and Nemo drawing silly notes he knew he was pranked, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A FRUIT?!" ---

LOLOLOL Poor Sebek~ I seem to keep writing him getting the butt end of the stick XD AND AAAA first nemo interaction yey!!! (if its not im so sorry i have a horrible memory-) >V< It was so fun to doodle this out! The art you made was so cute too!!! AAAA I love the hat and sand buckets!!!! Thank you so much for participating !!! I hope you can enjoy this!!!

#tuna be talkin #nem0-nee #tunasseasidesq #twst fanevent #event request #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst tuna #twst sebek #nemo #i did infact listen to nimki mimaj while working on the writing LMAO

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egg-emperor · 2 years

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If we're in a business meeting with casino eggman would he do lewd things to get us riled up? (ex. Winking, bending down to "pick something up" showing butt and sitting on our lap "accidentally")

Casino AU Eggman's whole thing is being a big silly slut so you can always count on him to enjoy being a cheeky menace with the teasing lol

He purposefully wears his too tight clothes that he never has made in the right size because he wants them to show off all his best assets, his shirt showing off his tits and tummy which he unbuttons more to show off his hairy chest and gold chain which draws attention to it, and his pants are always tight enough to show off his fat butt. But at the same time, all his clothes are always still just loose enough for everything to jiggle when he moves and does little shimmies and wiggles to make it happen even more 😳

When he meets men for business that he knows he can be more friendly and cheery with, he greets them with a bear hug and pushes their face into his tits and holds them there, leaving them red faced from him almost suffocating them but also because they're blushing hehe. Sometimes he also gives a greeting kiss but it feels more than friendly with how big and passionate it seems. With those he has to be more serious with, he'll just do a handshake but he'll keep their hand in his longer and give them a smirk.

If he isn't wearing one of his belts and wearing suspenders instead, they always lightly squish his tits and belly and he holds and tugs at the straps and lets them snap back onto them, which also makes them jiggle and brings even more attention to them. He knows they won't be able to resist looking down at them every time and it's always a good sign that it's working when they start to stammer and lose focus a little while looking but he pretends he doesn't notice for a while to enjoy watching them get more worked up.

He definitely pretends to drop things and pick them up, sticking out his ass right in front of them and his too tight pants really show off his big plump cheeks and he does a little wiggle to make it wobble temptingly. If he's wearing suspenders, he might slip them down his arms so his pants fall a bit when he bends over and show his crack lol. He usually makes other people pick things up because he can't reach that well, so anyone that knows will be able to tell what he's up to because he's actually bothering trying to do it himself. XD

I don't know if there'd be enough room on a chair for him to sit on someones lap because he's so big, unless it's a really big chair lol so it's a lot easier for that to happen on a bed instead. But if he can on a chair then he will and can pretend it's an accident by saying he didn't see them there before putting his ass in their face and almost sitting on them entirely because he's so big djsbsjgksbgkdh and he always loves to shift and wiggle in his seat to move back further onto them and tease them with all that cake 😋

He talks using a certain hushed sultry tone when they're alone to make it feel much too intimate for discussing business. He does a lot of casual flirting, calling them handsome, using tons of pet names every couple of sentences to charm them and eventually making subtly suggestive jokes and comments. Part of why he has a clear pink tinted pair of his signature heart shaped glasses are so they can see when he flutters his naturally pretty lashes, winks at them, and stuns them with his beautiful blue eyes! 💙

When he gets extra playful and cheeky and he's satisfying his oral fixation with candy instead of with a cigar, he'll take out one of his big lollipops and lick and suck it loudly and suggestively as a tease of his skills and that really gets them worked up and they start finding it very hard to pay attention. Or even when he is smoking, the way he puts his lips around his big thick cigars while making eye contact and winking is an attempt at putting the thought of occupying his mouth with something else in their head.

If they're sitting close enough then he's sure to get handsy like he always does. He starts with his friendly hugs and kisses and handshakes, then he'll put an arm on their shoulder and bring them in like a friendly embrace, then he'll move his hand much lower down their back, and when he's being especially bold then he'll eventually give their ass a pat or even squeeze. While they sit, he puts a hand on their thigh and rests it there but slowly moves it along closer and will go all the way if he gets a reaction.

When it all works and he's clearly captured their attention, they can't hide the way their eyes wander and they admire his body, and he's charmed or worked them up to the point of excitement, he asks if they like what they see and whether they admit it or don't know what to say and get shy, he ends up showing off or even flashing whatever they were staring at and asks if they want to touch. If they're agreeing to go through with his business deal it's the way to seal it, or if he accepts their deal it's his way to earn it.

He aims to get them all flustered and blushy and then shyly accept when he finally takes it all the way and makes a move, or get them so frustrated and worked up for being teased that they snap and grab him because he likes when they take control and handle him roughly. Either way, he likes watching them get more desperate as he teases and it's a big ego booster when he succeeds, they make him feel wanted with their intense desire, and he gets what he wants in both business and pleasure. ;)

#asks #casino au #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #my post #suggestive #ns4w

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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hey love!! congratulations on hitting 800 followers, Im so proud of you! hope you’re having a lovely day! 🥰

Im gonna enter this celebration RIGHT this time lol, so this sort of extends from my previously attempt (again, so sorry about that, got too excited and ahead of myself to see when the post was made, silly me!!) which was a romantic ship with Jon Snow!

for the info about me, Im 5’0” tall, deathly pale (often looking ill, actually), with grey eyes and blue curly hair. I’ve got the roundest face of all time (seriously if you ever need to draw a circle you just let me know and I’ll faceplant against a piece of paper for you), very short arms, and a dumptruck if I do say so myself (average sized person squished into a smaller body and the fat depositing in my favour tbh). personality wise, I’ve been known to be very ditzy and forgetful (trauma 🤪), but Im incredibly optimistic empathetic, protective, creative and easily frightened. Im a petty bitch and Im not afraid to say it, I WILL hold a grudge and be very passive aggressive to anyone that’s hurt someone I care about but I do so with comedic timing which makes it acceptable 😌

my name’s Heather and my pronouns are she/her, I hope that’s enough info but please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

hope you have a wonderful week and congratulations again, you deserve it so much, you are such an incredible talent!! 💗

hi my love!

thank you for participating again :)

i had to go back and read the first blurb i did to make sure i don’t rephrase anything, so i’m sorry if i repeat anything i’ve already said. (also omg, hard same on the round face thing, i also have a very round face. and the looking ill part made me laugh, im also really pale and generally unhealthy so i look sick a lot too.)

jon is very much a brooding individual. not negative necessarily, but definitely pessimistic. he’s been beaten down, and tends not to see the brighter side of things. i cant blame him, but it could make being around him a little bit difficult if you don’t function in the same way as him. youd balance him out, and he’d appreciate the little bit of joy you’d bring into his life. especially since you’re short, you’d be his little ball of sunshine, even if you don’t consider yourself to be that. you’d seem like that to him, and it would be a nice change of pace for him.

i don’t know what it is about him, but i think he has a bit of a mischievous personality that he doesn’t get to show often. he doesn’t have any reason to. but you’d bring out this side in him that’s childlike, and curious. he never really got to be a kid, and he’d feel comfortable enough around you to let loose a little. he’s incredibly protective, so he’d never put you in harms way or let anyone mess with you. but i think after a few pints of ale, he could be convinced to play some sort of prank on you.

maybe sam accidentally broke something of yours, and you were upset. you weren’t genuinely pissed at him, but you weren’t letting him get off free. maybe you did something equally as harmless, like throwing off his schedule or hiding something of his, and he gets sick of it. so he goes to jon, and jon is appalled by the idea.

“you’d have me play a joke on her? i do value my life, you know. her bad side is not one i want to get on.”

and sam would whine, telling him to grow up and be a man. he’d convince jon to go along with some sort of prank, maybe scaring you since they both know you scare easily. they’d wait behind a column, knowing you’d come that way and have ti pass them. they’d jump out, yelling.

you’d scream, moving into a fighting stance, when they’d both burst out laughing. you’d recognize that it was harmless fun, and you actually enjoyed that jon was having fun for once. but at the same time, there was no way you’d let them get away with it without getting them back.

“very mature,” you’d say, clutching your chest with a scowl on your face.

jon would laugh, bringing you into his arms. his cheeks were warm and rose tinted from the alcohol.

“i’m sorry, darling,” he’d say, clutching you tightly to him while trying not to laugh. “i had to. it was funny, you have to admit it.”

you’d hug him back, but glare up at sam, who’d take that as his cue to scamper off before you decided to do something rash.

you’d give jon a squeeze, before pushing him away. “asshole.”

“love,” he’d whine, and you’d find it so difficult to not smile at his tone.

you remained with a blank face, staring up at him with narrowed eyes. you may have been small, but you were scary. and jon took one look at your face before raising his hands in surrender, taking a step back.

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hope you enjoyed this! thank you again for your kind words, and for participating again. i really appreciate the support :)

you gave him a smile so calm that it struck fear in his heart. “you should be afraid, snow. very afraid.”

“shit,” he murmured, before shrugging and linking his arm with yours. “i’ve accepted my fate. do me a favor, though…go after sam before me. id like to be prepared.”

#800 followers celebration #800 followers #followers celebration #jon snow #game of thrones

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spooki-ghoztzz · 2 years

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your the only fanfic maker who is my go-to anytime i need anything like shitt bro. ok anywasy.

aage regressing reader..,…x michael…….

reader has like clothes at the bottom of their closet and michaels like ok weird whtever clean ur closet obozo and under it is just shoeboxes with fucking LEGOS AND STUFFED TOYS AND SHIZ 😋 michael dznt. know but WALKS IN DURING WREGERESS ❤️❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️‼️❗️❗️

ij you do this fic then ill love u more than i already do /p

( tbh i've never written anything like this before but as someone who's an age regressor I feel..weird writing this? it ain't out of my comfort zone but I hope u enjoy this!! [and no this just means i’ve never and i mean never wrote anything like this] )

[yes,i’m putting a TW in case people just don’t read, if age regression/little space makes you uncomfortable don’t read.]

- ima start of with headcannons then onto the fic!

so,michael is a calm dude when he first finds out..hell people gotta cope with life somehow and yours is just going into a space where you feel young again. tbh he’s also a great caregiver. he’s patient with you and tries his best to understand what you need and what will comfort you in the moment. he may even play with you if you asked him to.

he’s sweet about it!! if you ever end up regressing around him he’s happy you trust him enough to even do that type of stuff around him. he’s a calm person to be around so if you end up regressing around him he’s..just sweet.

but he’s also paranoid about it,yes he hates feeling like a ‘dad’ figure. (also making up for that,he enjoys when you call him mikey,,)

michael always buys you new things on his way to work or from work. you want a new plush? he’s gonna find one he hopes you like. he’s the same way with toys or simple things like blankets,clothes..(he’d always go for comfy clothes and blankets though,fuzzy blankets and loose clothes)

michael also won’t care to feed you,help you bathe..tbh he’s relaxed about it as i said. he’s always gonna see you as his amazing no matter what you do to cope or simply to feel comfortable. you’re his amazing s/o after all.

he enjoys drawing with you or putting legos together. he likes to draw you little drawings,always happy to see your smiling face as you ramble on about how much you love the drawing of a fluffy dog he did. he helps you build lego builds as a small activity to pass time plus he finds it enjoyable.

he also uses small nicknames for you such as ‘dear’ or ‘honeypie’ when you’re in little space. he’s always so sweet to you plus he enjoys how you always use silly nicknames for him but his favorite is when you call him ‘mikey’ or ‘mike’.

as i said before,he won’t care to feed or bathe you. if you’re very picky about food he’d ask you if you’d like to join him at the store so you could pick out the things you like or even the bathing products you prefer. tbh he spends all his money on you but he’s happy-

michael had been helping you clean up your room since you had asked him to,considering it was his day off he agreed to it..he had nothing better to do after all. he had moved onto your closet and once finding the stuffed toys and toys in general,he didn’t think much of it. he’s an adult and he has plenty of them shoved in his closet from childhood so he assumed that till you told him. once you started to tear up over explaining it to him he wrapped his arms around you. “y/n,i really don’t care what you do..love,i’d rather you be comfortable in your own skin and not stressed. now,how about we sort out all these toys,yeah?” you nodded to his question,sitting down with him. as you two sorted out the stuffed animals you always told michael the names you gave them which made him smile softly..as much as he hated plushies due to his childhood it’s nice seeing you happy again.

#fnaf x reader #michael afton x reader #michael afton #michael x reader #tw little space #tbh im worried this isn't good enough cuz i got a lil lazy with it #i did get more lazy on the fic tho..i feel bad about that-

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batterdoodle · 2 years

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Ask post found HERE!

6. Warm colors or cold colors? I think I stay generally neutral? I don’t really have a preference when it comes to art, though when it comes to like drawing an ACTUAL scene I can do either of them if needed. ...If I was better / more motivated to do backgrounds I think I’d do a lot more pieces with mood lighting to be honest. But I mainly do transparent backgrounds / solid color / white backgrounds so I tend to lean more into vibrancy and clarity when it comes to colors / designs.

12. Show us an old drawing! How old?

18. Are you satisfied with the attention your art usually gets? Honestly, I’m very surprised by how many people here like my art and like my OCs / designs! The tags people leave always make my day and it sometimes even motivates me to draw more and post older art. If something “flops” in notes, it doesn’t really matter to me because I enjoyed drawing it anyway. :] Learning to love doing art for yourself is so worth it every second.

@ocularose

2. What's your favorite thing about your style? I’ve honestly been learning to love my style a lot more in the past year, so I’d definitely say... I’ve improved at fluidity / movement, posing has absolutely improved alongside angles and general anatomy.. I think one of my favorite things is that I really enjoy drawing now, as silly as that sounds. Another thing is I really like the vibrancy and colors, and shading when I do end up doing it. I’ve started to love my sketches too even though I hated that the most in the past.

4. Favorite thing to draw? I really like drawing drippy stuff sometimes! Not sure why but it’s fun to let loose. Obviously aside from liking drawing official characters and OCs, I love making designs based on little ideas, or just generally making character designs / adopts to sell. It’s nice to know that something I make might end up being used in something big one day, or be loved as a character. :]

8. What's the most fun and the least fun parts about your process? Most fun.. I really love shading, sometimes lining can be super fun too depending on the amount of detailing. I don’t really dislike many parts of my art process, though I used to DESPISE sketching because I didn’t have any solid style or way of getting something done so I used to spend hours just on a sketch and by the time I’d get to lining and everything else I’d be exhausted or horribly bored. Maybe something I dislike is that I can’t draw even faster? Sometimes I get hit with a million ideas at once and my hand can only move so fast before I overwhelm myself with my own ideas lmao. Though I’ve trained myself to draw incredibly fast even now but I want to be SPEED.

20. A piece from this year that you're really proud of?

I’m honestly still really proud of this piece. Didn’t even plan on making it a piece initially either and just ended up fully rendering it, but it turned out so good. I think I nailed the exact mood lighting I was going for.

@gutsbutt

17. What do you love getting compliments about? Honestly anything really!! I appreciate it all, though my heart explodes when I compliments that point out specific things about my art that people notice. It just means a lot that people take the time to look at my art and want to let me know they like it. :]

20. A piece from this year that you're really proud of?

I know I already answered this question, and I also know this is another Pleo, but this is also one I went to town on for basically no reason. I love it so much, it makes my heart feel fuzzy. :]

21. Something you would like to improve on? Honestly mostly anatomy and posing, fluidity more, definitely... learning how to redraw humans to where I’m comfortable with drawing them again. More ways of using colors because can’t have enough of pretty colors in art. :]

Thank you guys so much for the questions!! I tend to talk a lot so I wanted to put it all in one post to avoid spamming a bunch of huge posts with answers. Have a wonderful day and thank you so much for reading!!

#not art #text #ask #long post

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dapandapod · 3 years

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Spring

The steam rises from the water, so hot it makes Jaskiers face flush. He sits submerged to his chest in the spring, the water almost white with minerals. It feels good, it loosens muscles he didn't even know he was clenching. He leans back against the smooth stone, letting a sigh escape him.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Geralt says next to him. He has his arms stretched out, hair loose and damp, sticking to his face. He looks completely at ease, and Jaskier smiles up towards the ceiling.

“It does.” Jaskier agrees. “Why haven’t we gone here before?”

“It’s usually frozen shut at this time a year.” Geralt tells him, easing a bit further down into the water. “Normally this passage isn’t open until late spring.”

They soak in companionable silence, water dripping somewhere in the cave.

“You want me to wash your back?” Jaskier offers after a while.

“Let me do it.” Geralt says, surprising him.

“Oh. Sure.” Jaskier sits a bit straighter, following Geralt's movements with his eyes as he gets up from the water.

“Don’t you dare use my shirt as a sponge. It is far too expensive for that.” Jaskier tells Geralt sternly, but the witcher only chuckles. The bastard.

He hears Geralt shuffle around, then some sloshing.

Thighs appear on both sides and Jaskier suddenly sits comfortably in the V of Geralts legs.

Geralt dips something in the water, and then drags it over Jaskiers back. The fabric is roughly spun but soft with use. So Geralt's shirt, then.

Jaskier smiles, he relaxes a bit more and drapes his arms over Geralt's bare knees in support.

“This is nice.” Jaskier says quietly, and Geralt hums in agreement. His other hand not holding the shirt comes to rest on Jaskiers shoulder, holding him steady.

“When did you get this scar?” Geralt asks suddenly, tapping with his thumb just left of his spine. There is a line there, thin but a little crooked. Geralt's hand on him sends little tingles under his skin, and Jaskier fights off a shiver.

The scar is barely visible so he doesn’t give it much thought.

“Oh, you found that? It’s silly really. It’s from that time when we were fighting ghouls and they chased me up a tree. And when you chased them off, I fell down and landed on something.”

Geralt throws the wet shirt over Jaskiers shoulder, using both hands to tilt Jaskiers head upwards.

“You told me you didn’t get hurt!” Geralt accuses.

“I lied. And you are about six years old too late to be mad at that, my friend.” Jaskier grins, enjoying his warm palms on his cheeks.

Geralt gives him a glare, pinches his cheeks in punishment, and tilts his face forwards again.

“And you nag my ears off if I even hide a stubbed toe.” Geralt says, and Jaskier can hear the pout in his voice.

“Of course.” Jaskier smiles, enjoying Geralt's hands dragging across his skin, down his neck and over his shoulder. The shirt lies forgotten and it slowly falls into the water. “If I ever let you get away with one thing, one day you won’t tell me you lost an arm.”

“How the hell would you miss my losing an arm?” Geralt asks, incredulous, letting his hands roam over the expanse over Jaskiers back.

“I'm sure you would find a way. You are creative.”

“Am I supposed to say thank you?”

“You are most welcome, witcher dear.” Jaskier says, smug as a cat.

“So how did you get this one?” Geralt asks, this time he pokes on Jaskiers neck.

“Do I have something there?” Jaskier asks, raising a hand to feel where Geralt is tapping. Their fingers touch, and another set of sparks breaks out under his skin. Geralt doesn’t draw back, he tangles their fingers together and Jaskier draws a breath.

“Geralt?” He asks softly. Geralt leans forward, his hair falls onto Jaskiers shoulder, followed by a puff of air.

“Let me see.” Geralt mumbles, his voice suddenly very close to Jaskiers ear. He can’t fight it anymore, a shiver rakes through him as Geralt's lips connect with his skin, a soft, barely there kiss.

“No you are right.” Geralt says quietly. “It was just me.”

Jaskiers fingers tighten around Geralts when his neck is kissed again. He tilts his head to give him more access, and Geralt rumbles his approval.

“Smooth.” Jaskier chuckles, shifting forward so that Geralt can sink back down into the spring behind him. Arms wrap around him and pull him back against Geralt's chest. It is a little too warm, but Jaskier wouldn’t leave for the world.

“You forgot to wash my back.” Jaskier informs Geralt, and is punished by a little bite. “Ow. Rude, Geralt.”

“Can’t. My shirt is gone and you won’t let me use yours.” Geralt says against his neck, nose running back and forth in small, soft patterns, pressing kisses here and there.

“Oh, blaming that on me, are we?” Jasker mutters, properly lacing his fingers with Geralts now. This is nice. Unexpected, but so very nice.

“As much as I can.” Geralt agrees, and Jaskier makes an indignant sound.

“Rude, again, Geralt!” He says, mock offence in his voice.

“Want me to kiss it better?” Geralt asks, holding him just a little closer.

“Please.”

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #dapanda writes #witcher geralt #hot springs #fluff #possibly getting together #possibly established relationship #Who knows #oh no not i #jaskier the bard

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whisperlullaby · 3 years

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Don’t Over Do It

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1766

Warnings: Violence, mentions of smut, mentions of disordered eating and over-exercising, explicit language.

Summary: Your boyfriend is an asshole. Bucky reminds you that you are perfect the way you are.

A/N: Listen apparently it’s sad girl Sunday over here. This is another story from a real life thing that happened to me with a Bucky twist! Thank you forever to @river-soul for looking over this story. I hope you guys enjoy and if I missed any warnings please let me know!

"Doll, you okay?" Bucky wondered. "You've been really quiet all morning."

When your eyes darted up, everyone around the table was staring at you.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You looked down at your soggy bowl of cereal. "Actually I'm gonna bring this back to my room. I'm a little tired."

You got up and left before anyone could object. You made it to your room and almost had the door shut before a metal arm pushed through.

"You don't seem like yourself. Did something happen with Sean last night?"

At the mention of your boyfriend, you flinched. Letting out a sigh you allowed Bucky to step into your room. You placed the bowl on the kitchenette counter and turned to face Bucky.

"It's nothing. Just dumb relationship stuff really," you chuckled but it was a humorless sound. "I'll be fine tomorrow, I promise."

Bucky looked at you skeptically.

"Okay, but if you need anything you know you can come to me. I'm here for you."

Bucky placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before he left. When you heard the sound of your door click shut, you grabbed your bowl and dumped it down the sink.

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The next day you were sitting in the shared kitchen picking at a bowl of blueberries while scribbling notes in your journal. You heard a chair scrape next to you as Bucky plopped down and leaned onto the table.

"Whatcha writing doll?"

You felt your face flush with heat.

"I'm just writing down what I'm eating. Making sure it's all healthy, trying to be better about what goes in my body, ya know?"

Bucky cocked his head.

"That seems like a lot of extra work. I don't think you need to keep track of what you're eating."

He paused, eyes roamed over your figure.

"You look great doll."

You snorted.

"Yeah okay, Buck whatever you say."

You closed your journal and stood up.

"I'm gonna head to the gym. You can have the rest of the blueberries if you want," you offered, leaving before Bucky could say anything to you.

/////////

Three hours later Bucky slammed open the door to the gym where you were dripping sweat on the treadmill.

"Steve said you've been here for hours, doll," Bucky stated an edge of anger in his voice. "You are going to run yourself straight to the med bay if you don't pace yourself."

You turned off the treadmill in a huff and stalked over to Bucky on shaky legs.

"I know my limit, Sergeant. I'm fine. Why are you being so nosey about my life all of a sudden? Yesterday, following me to my room. Today in the kitchen. What's your problem?"

"Yesterday you never made it out of your room. Did you eat anything for the rest of the day?" Bucky’s voice seemed to drip with concern. "You didn't even finish that poor excuse for a breakfast this morning and you've been here for three hours."

Your eyes dropped to the floor. You shifted uncomfortably under Bucky's gaze before your anger spiked again.

"It's none of your fucking business, Barnes. I need to lose a few pounds and how I do that is absolutely none of your concern."

You started to shove past Bucky but stumbled your vision blurring.

Bucky caught you as you fell into him.

"Sweetheart let me help you to your room, please."

You looked up at him and nodded. He helped you into your room and placed you on the couch. You watched him disappear into the kitchen and return with some water before sitting next to you and pulling you into his side.

"Doll, you need to tell me what happened. What's making you do this to yourself?"

You took in an unsteady breath.

"Yesterday Sean and I were making out in his car. It was getting pretty, um, hot and I went to get on his lap but he pushed me away. He said I was too big to have car sex with, that if I lost a few pounds we could try but he would be uncomfortable with how I looked now. That he couldn’t even attempt to maneuver me in such a small space."

You picked at a loose thread on Bucky's shirt. You didn't realize he had stopped breathing until you looked up at him and saw how red he was.

"He told you to lose weight. Because he couldn't figure out how to fuck you in a car?" Bucky seethed.

You shot up.

“I don't think he meant it like that. I mean I've been meaning to slim down anyway. I know I put on a bit of weight since starting fieldwork."

Bucky cupped your face in his hands.

"You've put on muscle, doll. You need it to kick ass, lord knows you can knock me to the mat like a pro. Your body is perfect exactly how it is. You do not need to put yourself through any of that shit to slim down."

Bucky’s thumbs brushed away your tears as they fell.

"He's not a bad guy Bucky I'm sure he didn't mean to upset me. He's coming over tonight. I'll talk to him about it."

Bucky sighed and shook his head.

"If you need me I'm right next door," he offered, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you. I don't know what I did to deserve having someone like you in my life."

You looked into Bucky's eyes and saw them flash with adoration.

"Oh, doll, you don't need to do anything. You deserve everything I can give you and more."

Bucky pulled you close and hugged you. You melted into his embrace with ease.

//////

"Hey, Sean! You're just in time. I just finished up dinner."

"Smells great." He looked at the table full of chicken parmesan, pasta, and garlic bread. "This all for me?"

You laughed. "Well, not all of it silly. I'm going to have some too."

"Don't you think this is a bit much? I thought you were trying to lose some weight. So we could, ya know, have fun anywhere."

When he pinched the skin of your hips you sucked in a deep breath, willing the tears that pricked your eyes not to fall.

"I just thought maybe this would be okay? I didn't think I looked that bad."

"Not bad babe just, you can tell you've put on some weight. I'm just trying to help you, do you have a salad? Maybe that'll be better for you instead."

Just as Sean made his way towards the fridge, your door burst open to reveal Bucky. His chest was heaving and his eyes were shooting daggers.

You looked shocked as you watched him rush over to Sean with malicious intent. "Bucky stop, what are you doing?"

Bucky paused his movements but never took his death glare from Sean.

"I was walking by and I heard what he said to you."

Before you could react Bucky had Sean dangling midair.

"You are a pathetic excuse for a man and you're lucky I don't beat the shit out of you right here. Have you ever taken one look at Y/N? She is perfect. And you don't appreciate her, she's over here pouring herself over dinner to make you happy and all you can do is worry about her weight."

You were stunned as you watched Sean struggling in Bucky's grasp.

"Babe, are you going to tell your guard dog to heel and let me down," Sean gasped frantically.

Bucky growled as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Bucky let him go. He didn't mean anything by it.”

Bucky slowly placed him on the ground. Sean moved around Bucky to face you.

“Babe of course I didn’t mean anything by it. You look beautiful, I just thought you would want to lose some of the baby fat so we could be more adventurous.”

You heard the metal plates shift before you saw Bucky pull back to knock Sean out. You gasped as Sean collapsed on the floor unconscious.

“What has gotten into you!? You heard him, he didn’t mean it he is just trying to look out for me.” You pushed Bucky back. “Why can’t you just listen to him?! He’s right! I just need to watch what I eat. Once I lose the weight I’ll be...I’ll earn his love.”

You looked into Bucky’s eyes and saw his heartbreak in real-time.

“Y/N. You do not need to lose a single inch on yourself. Sean is a delusional asshat who wouldn’t know a gorgeous dame if she punched him in the face. You do not need to earn a person’s love.”

You stared at Bucky for a moment before you crumbled to the floor sobbing. He rushed over and cradled you to his chest, soothing you with his hands, drawing gentle patterns along your back. Sean started to stir and Bucky gently pushed you off his lap to stand and grab Sean by the collar.

“You are gone. Don’t contact her again and if I hear you’ve been around I’ll make sure you stay out a lot longer than you were,” Bucky threatened before throwing him out of your apartment.

He returned to you and helped you up. You offered him a gentle smile.

“Why did you do that Bucky?” You held your breath while you waited for his answer.

Bucky looked softly into your eyes.

“Because you are the most beautiful person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing inside and out. Hearing what he was doing to you, warping your perception of yourself into something dangerous, I couldn’t live with myself if I stood back and did nothing. I had to protect my best girl.”

He reached out and wiped a stray tear off your face. You smiled from ear to ear and grabbed his hand to press a soft kiss on the palm.

“Thank you,” you told him, eyeing the table of food. “Well I cooked all of this and it’s probably going to get cold if we don’t eat it soon.”

“You asking me to dinner doll?” Bucky smirked.

“Well, it’s a start to thank you for everything you have done for me over the last few days. Besides I’m starving.” You started to turn around to grab the plates off the counter when Bucky grabbed your arm spinning you into him. He kissed you breathless and you were quick to deepen the kiss.

When Bucky pulled back he was grinning.

“Let’s eat, then maybe I can show you how real men are able to fuck in a car.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james barnes x reader #james barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #marvel fic #tw disordered eating

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sugako · 3 years

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day off

kageyama x f!reader sum: you try to dom kageyama one day after work, but it doesn’t go as planned cw: 18+ minors do not interact i am begging you DO NOT, nsfw, smut, kinda pwp, some fluff, some (failed) femdom, D/s dynamics, some mocking/degradation, daddy kink, ‘sweetheart’ nickname used, slight choking (?hand around throat but no real *choking*), pussy slaps, nipple play, size kink, creampie, a sprinkle of aftercare wc: 2.65k a/n: wheww i uhhh, idk this is long but i just couldn’t get this idea out of my head anyway pls enjoy

The train couldn’t arrive at your stop any sooner. Today was one of the rare days that Kageyama had off and would be waiting for you at home. He still went out for his obnoxiously early morning run, but you got to see him a bit before heading off to your job across the city. Other than just being excited to get home to him, you had some other plans in mind.

When you burst through the door, slightly out of breath, tore off your shoes, and ran straight to him, he was a little more than confused. Before he could stand, you had swung your legs over his lap and pressed a long kiss against him. For a moment he tensed, but then settled his hands on your hips and held you tightly against him.

You pulled back with a small pant and eased into him, pressing your already aching center against his lap. He wordlessly cocked an eyebrow.

“Just missed you.” You smiled. “Wish I could’ve taken the day off with you.” You pressed harder against him and kissed a trail around his neck.

“Mhmm,” he swallowed hard, half-helping your hips grind against him. His cock quickly rose and hardened under you, squeezing against the taught fabric of your pants between your thighs.

“Did you miss me, baby? Feels like it,” you taunt, not giving him a chance to answer. Letting yourself relax, you sit back hard in his lap until he groans from the pressure. His fingers dig into your hips at the motion and comment.

After watching him struggle to hold back a moan for a moment, you stand back up, fisting up the front of his t-shirt. You ghost your nose over his as if you would kiss him, never quite touching. The want that clouds his eyes is palpable.

“Beg for me.” You whisper, hot breath fanning across his cheeks. For a second, his mouth gapes open like he’s going to answer, eyebrows sadly knitting together. Then it all breaks.

“Beg?” His expression drops into a serious smirk. Now he just looks mildly amused and perplexed. “Excuse you?” He shakes his head and rises up to his full height. You can’t help but shrink a little bit as he stares down at you, desperately trying to keep up even a loosely dominant aura.

“I-I… uh-”

“I-I-I,” he mocks, crouching just enough to wrap his arms around your knees and lift you over his shoulder, “...spit it out.”

You weakly strike his back as he makes his way to the bedroom. There was no going back now, you didn’t have any say.

“Tobio, put me down!” You can barely squirm, stomach uncomfortable from being squished against his muscled shoulder. “I just wanted to be in charge.” You whine just as he heaves you onto the bed.

The frame squeaks when you’re thrown against it, mattress molding to your body. He straddled your thighs and quickly ripped away every piece of clothing you had until you were bare under him. When you made a small effort to cover your chest, he snorted and ripped your wrists away.

“What did you expect? You could just order me around, make me call you mommy or something and I would just be your good, little boy.” He wrapped his fingers around the top of your neck so you had to look at him.

“I’ve never even called you daddy, why would you call me that?” You sigh in defeat, missing the actual point of his comment.

He wants to call you on that fact, wants to taunt you more, but not with such a great opportunity before himself. “You could.” He says simply.

“Could what?” You ask, genuinely oblivious.

“Call me daddy. It’s not a question.”

“Uh...ah, okay.” You’re not opposed, and it’s not like you haven’t thought of it before, it’s just so new and he’s looming over you and it’s all very overwhelming.

“Okay…?” He draws out until you realize your mistake.

“Okay, daddy.” The softness in your tone makes him go pink, but he maintains that intense look in his eyes. He sits back, taking his hand off your throat so he can strip himself.

The rise and fall of your bare chest hastens when he first lifts his shirt away. He’s been in shape since you met him but recently increased training had really filled him out. Just the sight of his defined shoulders and the sharp slope of his waist were enough to excite you. He knew it too.

For a moment, he got off of you just to peel his shorts and boxers off. His heavy cock struggling to lift to his stomach. He admired your expression as the pretty image of his fat tip leaking pre-cum was burned into your mind.

“Heh,” he let out a low, single scoff, unable to wipe the smirk from his face while he straddled your legs again. On instinct, you planted your feet on the bed and spread your knees without a word. “What are you doing? I haven’t told you what I want, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, daddy.” You whimpered, moving to close your legs. He stopped you with a hand firmly planted over your left knee, pushing them open again. The bed dipped around you as he shifted up to sit beside you with his back against the headboard. He dragged you partially into his lap, making sure his thigh was securely between yours.

“Might as well keep them open. I mean, you were thinking about me all day, which is very sweet.” He hummed. “But, you were also pretty naughty, trying to be in charge and telling me what to do.”

Obediently, you kept your quivering legs parted, craning your head back to look behind at him. His hand on your knee crept up the inside of your thigh and pushed your leg as spread as it could go. You relaxed your neck to watched his hand, focused only on the way his soft fingertips felt against your sensitive skin.

“Because of all that, you need to be punished.” His voice, barely above a whisper, moaned into your ear while he palmed over your soaked cunt. Using his fingers he spread your folds wide open. The cool air against your heat made you shiver against him and he wrapped his forearm just above your chest to keep you in place.

“N-no, daddy, please,” you clawed at his arm, needing something to grip while he roughly pressed his palm against your swollen clit. Little whines and cries would only make him punish you more, you knew, but it didn’t stop you. “What are you gonna do?” You sniffle out.

“Not enough, probably.” He grumbled. It’s fun watching you shake and whimper, nervous for what’s to come, but he can’t let you writhe over nothing all evening as enticing at that is.

As soon as his hand lifts just a little, you know what’s to come and you brace for it. With eyes shut tight, you keep clinging to his muscled forearm, but then… nothing happens. Slowly, you peek an eye open and start to relax. “Daddy, wha-!” The second half of whatever you were going to say turns into a moaned scream when his palm sharply lands against your clit. Your pussy throbbed and clenched, body confused by the pain and arousal.

“You’re too easy.” He moves his arm that’s wrapped around you down to cup one of your breasts. Your nipple perks up in seconds as he gently rolls it between his fingers and you slowly relax again even though you know it’s a trap. Another sting jolts you into tension and his gentle fingers forcefully pinch around your nipple.

A small, strangled moan echoes out of your throat. His palm remains pressed against you this time, and he softly kneads it along your aching clit. You can feel the tension between your legs growing tighter and tighter until he pulls away. Unable to stop yourself, you arch against him while he massages your flexed thigh.

“One more, sweetheart, and try not cum. I know how much you like this, you slut.”

Your brain processed his words slowly, and when you finally understand, his hand is coming down on you again. Thighs clench together, barely held open by his leg that he has you seated on. It takes all your focus and measured breathing to hold back from cumming.

“Good girl,” he muses, sounding a little surprised. With his soaked hand, he grabs your chin and forces you to look back at him while he leans up to press a tight kiss against your panting mouth.

“P-please, daddy.” You disentangle your hand from around his arm that’s still clutched to you and palm around for his cock without looking.

“If you want my cock, you gotta say so, sweetheart.” He kisses you again, just a little sweeter this time.

Nodding hastily, you perk up. “Yes, yes, want your cock, please daddy. Want you inside of me. Want you to fuck me, daddy, please.” The mess of quick words comes spilling out of your mouth like a bursting pipe.

With a small grunt, he flips you so you’re straddling his hips, cock brushing against your soaking mess. “Since you were so ready to take what was yours earlier, go ahead.” He smirked and crossed his arms behind his head. Pouting, you sat down against his cock, pressing it between himself and your cunt.

“Tob-...daddy, you know I need help.” Slowly, you dragged your nails down his front with a featherlight touch. Even though he was staying cool, the way his skin twitched under your touch betrayed his demeanor. Still, it wasn’t enough to sway him.

“Then I guess you don’t get my cock, sweetheart.” He sighed.

Grimacing with the same silly pout still on your face you slowly ground against him, slick making a mess all over your laps. “But I really want you…” you whined. He simply raised an eyebrow, waiting expectantly. Realizing nothing would change his mind, and that this was just another part of your punishment you let out a long sigh and a small “...okay.”

You kneeled as high as you could, taking his length into your hand and carefully lining him up. Kageyama watched your hand, fingers barely able to wrap around him. He had to hold back the sharp laugh in the back of his throat when you had to shift your legs so his tip could fit, standing between your warm folds. If he wasn’t so hell-bent on making you do this, he knew he would be balls deep in your right now.

Whining and moaning above over him, you slowly lowered yourself over the fat head of his cock. The stretch was more than enough to make you clench and cream around him. Your knees buckled at the feeling and you slipped down a little more than you would have liked. Almost immediately, you made a move to slide back out, the girth filling you up a bit too much.

His hands came out from behind his head and held you there. He didn’t move you a centimeter up or down, simply keeping you in place. “Don’t be a big baby,” he growled.

“Jus...just so big, daddy. S’hard to do.” You slur out, slinking down as much more as you can take. This is the worst part, you know, right before his base the thickest part of his length always makes you feel as though you’re being split in two.

“Hmm, you seemed so sure earlier. So cute, wanted me to beg for you. Besides, wouldn’t make you do it if I thought you couldn’t.”

That tiny speckle of praise was enough to push you through as you bottomed out. Your knees clamped down around his hip bones, shaking while you panted. Already, your body wanted so much to give you, to just lie down against him and let him fuck up into you, but that wasn’t an option now. With sloppy, short thrusts you lifted yourself up and down on his cock. You kept your hands pressed against his abdomen to steady yourself, leaning forward just enough to be able to take more of him in and out.

“That’s it…” he sighed, “Good job, baby. Such a good girl for daddy.” His hands were still wrapped firmly around your hips, just barely guiding you now as you fucked yourself quicker against him.

Thighs burning, you took a short break, lazily grinding your hips with him fully sheathed inside of you. Trying to hide your small pants, you leaned down the rest of the way and pressed your lips against his. He sighed into your embrace, pulling you closer.

The way your taught nipples and soft chest squished against his along with everything else - your tight cunt drooling around him, the shake of your tired legs, your lips against his - disintegrated his resolve to make you suffer even a little. His mind was devoid of everything except the thought of you.

Slowly, his hands moved up from your hips to wrap around the back of your head and pulled your face against the crook of his neck. You gave out a contented sigh, nuzzling your nose against his skin, still lazily grinding. His cock had molded so comfortably within you now it felt as though he were a part of you. For a long moment, you relished in your warm relief until you felt his knees move under you.

Before his legs were propped up all the way, you snapped out of your stupor, unable to move away from Kageyama with how tight his grip around your head and mid-section were. With his feet firmly planted on the mattress, he began thrusting up.

“Daddy!” You cried into his ear, the slow comfort you had gotten so easily used to replaced by pounding pleasure. Your legs wrapped under his to keep you better in place. With how much cream your pretty pussy had leaked, it was nearly impossible for him to stay in place.

“Go ahead, touch yourself, want you to cum around my cock.” His muffled and strained groan came out between the loud slaps of his thighs hitting against your ass. Whimpering quietly, you wriggled a hand between your close bodies between your legs. Fingers easily found your swollen, spread clit, accidentally grazing against where he was impaling you.

The earlier pressure was back in moments and you were squirming against him with your hips twitching out of pace. That thinning string of tension broke with another sloppy pass of your fingertips and you came undone around him. Your already tightly gushing cunt fluttered and clamped around him while your hips and body spasmed against him, only held a little still by his grip.

He could feel himself close behind. The way you swallowed him whole, sucking him in, and those sweet, sweet walls that kept him right in place sent him over the edge. His hips stuttered up into you, shooting his cum high up into your little cunt, but he kept going until he was dry. You shivered, the aftershock of your high making you clench around his twitching cock while he emptied himself inside of you.

His legs collapsed and you stayed around him, just barely rutting against him until he pulled your face back to look at you. Relaxed, he gave you a small, but genuine smile, lightly rubbing your cheek.

“You okay? How was that?” He asked in earnest. You lightly pecked his forehead and settled back down against his chest.

“Really good,” you sighed with a tiny chuckle, “maybe I should try to boss you around again. Or call you ‘daddy’. Can we just lay like this for a little bit and then take a shower? That’s what I want.”

He hummed, soothing the muscles in your back with his hands. “Sounds good, sweetheart.”

#kageyama smut #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #tobio kageyama smut #kageyama tobio smut #tobio x reader #tobio smut #kageyama x you #hq imagines #hq smut

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gryffindors-weasley · 3 years

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Always

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Draco finds himself on thin ice with his father, he still can’t seem to keep from you.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: angst, secret relationship, poor parental relationship, stress/anxiety about the future, fluff, kissing

A/N: Flash back is in italics. This is an alternate version of my fic here !

The divination classroom. It has always been amongst your favorites. It was far more contrasting to the others, consisting simply of stone walls and arched ceilings, wooden desks and frosted windows. The room of divination was full of mismatched tapestries draping in ruffles from the walls in bursting colors, equally so in the various sizes cushions and chairs with rugs to match. A handful of intricately patterned ceiling fixtures hung down, tassels dangling from them. It was warm and it was welcoming in comparison to the cold and darker rooms.

“Why is it that we’re coming here?” Draco asks with a sigh, trailing behind you as you ascend the last few steps of the winding spiral staircase.

You turn to him with a grin and a raised brow, a look he soon returned as he grasped your hand in his own. “I think we could do with a change of scenery after all. I’m growing rather tired of the astronomy tower, love.”

“What’s wrong with the astronomy tower?” He scoffs in faux offense, his brows furrowing as you tugged him along with you into the vacant room as he looks over his shoulder once more.

“It’s far too cold and cloudy to go up there tonight. Besides, this is one of my favorite rooms in the whole castle if you must know. You will survive just this once, Draco,” you jest lightheartedly, releasing his hand to skip ahead of him as he groaned at your sudden absence and he had no choice but to follow you. Though he felt he’d follow you anywhere, really.

“And if I don’t?” He calls after you just to be difficult, pinching a piece of red velvet fabric between his fingers before his eyes roam back to you.

You turn on your heel and purse your lips at him, narrowing your gaze as you fight your smile. You shake your head as he holds your stare just the same, his head tilting and eyes squinting as he challenged you and you readily gave up on suppressing your grin for a moment longer.

“You didn’t have to join me if this is not to your taste, you know,” you say, and he rolls his eyes as he tugs you close to him by a gentle grip on your hand. “You’re more than welcome to leave, but I have a feeling you’d miss me too much if you did.”

He silenced your very logical words with a kiss, your laughter dwindling as you relaxed against him. His kiss was soft and tender as he hummed against your lips, his hand coming to brush your hair behind your ear as his lips moved from your own to sweep across your cheek. They linger just under your jaw before pressing chastely under your ear, his nose brushing over your skin.

“Must you always pick on me, darling?” He murmurs, his breath tickling against the shell of your ear.

Your soft laughter starts up again at his words, pulling his attention back to your gaze as he pulls back to look at you. You rest your hands on his chest, your fingers splaying across the black fabric of his button up and smoothing over his matching tie. “Yes, I think I must.”

With that, you turned away from him and left his loose embrace much to his dismay, twirling once in the center of the room with open arms. He watched as you smiled contently, your eyes falling closed as you tip your head back and bask in the peace that came with nightfall. In the enchantment of the room. For it was the time where you could love one another as freely as you’d like, for as many hours as the moon remained in the deep navy sky. He wanted desperately to love you in the light of day, without fear of prying eyes and listening ears. But you knew why things were the way they were.

He watched the way the moonlight danced across your skin, glowing against your effortless beauty as it shines in your hair. It left him wondering how someone so perfect could love someone so flawed. He found himself to be an anchor tied to you at times, his mistakes and current standing in the wizarding world something he felt kept you from thriving the way he knew you would, the way you deserved. You already were, far more than he could say for himself.

You radiate warmth and kindness, something he so desperately craved and found he could not keep himself from. To him, you were the embodiment of sunshine and he felt he was quite the opposite, rather bringing storms and rain. Yet still, you chose to love him in spite of it. He felt guilty, really. For having a father who made you feel like your relationship was in jeopardy without ever having the displeasure of meeting the man. For not being able to love you as fully and openly as he so desired.

“Are you going to join me or are you going to stare all night?” You quip, breaking him from his pestering thoughts.

His gaze flickered from the vacant spot you once stood in to where you sat on purple velvet cushioned stool. You smiled as the crystal sphere flowed before you and a grin of his own tugged at the corner of his mouth. He took a seat on the small crimson stool right next to you, finding himself a bit too tall for such a small seating arrangement but he decided against complaining.

The sphere before you contained a fog-like haze that swirled around much like the clouds just beyond the windows.

“Just what are we doing?” He asks, an amused smirk on his lips as he raised a brow.

“You’ve claimed yourself to be the best at telling the future what was it, four years ago? Surely you must be an expert on such a thing now, Dray,” you say, laughing at his scrunched nose and the way he gripped your stool and tugged you closer with one swift pull. “Tell me, what will our future be in five years’ time?”

He chuckles, shaking his head fondly as he looked from the crystal to you. “That’s quite simple, I don’t need some silly crystal to tell me that.”

You raise your brow in amused curiosity. “Tell you what?”

He looks at you attentively, his smirk softening to an adoring smile. “That I’ll love you as long as you’ll have me, and even more.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at his sappy words, but you found them too sentimental and the look on his face far too endearing to do so. That and you couldn’t ignore the heat in your cheeks from such a declaration. But you also didn’t have it in you to miss an opportunity to tease him.

“I love you, very much I do. But I have a sneaking suspicion you don’t know how to use that thing, Love,” You jest, and he rolls his eyes as he fights his smile.

“I’m convinced you love to torment me,” he frowns, unable to sustain it with the way you’re giggling at him.

Despite the lighthearted moment, he finds he can’t enjoy it fully with the worry weighing heavy on his mind. Your question was merely playful, but it had been one that frequented his thoughts far more than he cared to ever admit, more than he ever will admit. In a perfect world, he would have felt confident with the idea of loving you for the rest of his life. Would have felt rather excited for your future together because he loved you entirely too much for his own good. But it was hard to indulge in thinking of such dreams when there were things in particular pressing down on his shoulders.

That one night in particular, to be specific, he would never forget that.

Draco stood at the end of the vacant corridor, palms pressed flat to the cold surface of the window sill as he peered through the latticed glass. The commotion from the ball had been more than enough with just the thirty minutes he’d spent in the large ballroom housed at the opposite end of the long hallway. Even with the distance from the boisterous event it was still just as nauseating—his ears ringing with the clinking of glass and goblets, with the shrill laughter seeping into the space he wished would alleviate his tension. But alas, it did not.

The dusty air in the Manor had not done him any bit of good, not even a shred. His mind was far busier than any overly lavish event his parents could throw, racing from one thought to the next in an endless loop. He grew rather tired of pretending to be interested in any of the meaningless conversations he was subjected to, tired of standing along the same gray wall in the shadows in hopes they’d leave him alone. He could do that perfectly well now that the only company was himself.

The moonlight had trickled in through the windows in broken beams, illuminating every fleck of dust that had been floating around him, casting him in a small pool of light. He knew staying in there a moment longer simply wouldn’t be feasible, he’d go mad. Besides, he was far too distracted with more important matters, so much so he hadn’t wanted it to draw attention to himself. He had been far too distracted by you.

As he looked out over the garden it was inevitable that that had been where his mind would shift to. To each and every night you spent hand in hand within it, or the more than numerous kisses you shared tucked away behind decades old oak trees and crumbling statues. It reminds him of the way your hair glimmers in that very moonlight and just how your eyes sparkle. It reminds him how just how much he wanted to be with you in that very moment; he always found he’d rather be with you.

Fancy ballroom events had never held his interest very much, and the more they occurred the less that interest remained. Especially with the way thing seemed to be spiraling as his seventh year continues to break apart. The attendees only ever wanted to talk to him because he was the Malfoy heir, not because they cared to converse with him and how he was doing, but because they wanted to talk about he who he refuses to give the satisfaction of naming. He didn’t want to talk about things most undesirable, there was more to him than slytherin title, than to be a Malfoy. There was more to him than what he could use his social standing for. He knew that, you knew that.

He wanted so desperately to leave the bleak and endless maze of that manor. To part from that grand window and to be somewhere else, anywhere, with you. He wanted to—

“Draco,” a voice sounded behind him. A voice he’d rather not hear. His father. He squeezed his eyes shut in preparation for conversation. “Have you grown bored?”

The tone he held was not one of curiosity, he genuinely did not care less about whether or not he had been bored. He did not care about very much when it came to his son, his only child. For no reasons other than selfish ones, anyway.

Draco laughed bitterly to himself, his back still turned to his father. “Yeah, you could say that.”

It was quiet, save for the lingering notes of the piano and endless chatter that filtered out into the corridor. The silence from his father was near painful, and he’d be lying if he said his heart hadn’t begun to pound more vigorously against his chest. The absence in conversation was starting to make him nervous with each passing second, and he was beginning to think he’d left altogether. No, it would not be that easy.

“You seem rather distracted, Draco,” he states after a few agonizing moments, and his heart squeezes in his chest at the familiar sense of knowing woven around each word. He swallows thickly as he fixes his stare down on the windowsill. “Is something on your mind? Or someone, perhaps.”

He wants desperately to take a deep breath as panic settles thickly within him, but that would be far too obvious an indication that his assumptions were, in fact, correct. His mind races a mile a minute, however, and he finds himself scrambling to think of an answer.

“No, there is not, father. I’m just not in the mood for discussing luxuries with any of your friends,” he responds, tone sharp and defensive.

He hears a humorless chuckle sound closer behind him, a sound accompanied by the click of his walking stick. Lucius had his suspicions of you, ever since he’d noticed his son’s newfound distraction, newfound stubbornness to follow his rules. It had only further been confirmed by the smile his son seemed to be caught wearing when he thinks no one is watching. He knew it and he hated it.

Draco felt paralyzed in his spot, unable to form an excuse to leave this very situation. He was tense and increasingly bothered by the threatening presence behind him. He was unsure if there would be repercussions of his displeased counter at his question, hadn’t known just what to expect. Hadn’t known until he felt the hand of his father grab firmly to the back of his neck, cold and calloused fingers pressing to his skin just inches from his shoulders. He flinched at the sudden and startling action, breath hitching in his throat as he brows furrow in a wince.

“Listen closely, my dear son,” he muttered venomously in his ear. “I don’t know what it is you’re up to, but that girl of yours, the one distracting you from your orders—I will not tolerate it.”

He gulped at his father’s words, and he was quite sure he could hear the rhythmic and incessant pounding of his heart in the close proximity. His hands had begun to shake as they gripped tighter on the ledge of the windowsill. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The grip on his neck tightens a fraction. “You reek of her perfume, do not tell me you do not know what I’m talking about,” he says through gritted teeth. “You have me mistaken for a fool, Draco. Deal with it, or I will.”

His threatening words are accompanied by a brief shake to emphasize them, jolting him slightly before his harsh grip is released and his footsteps diminish. He was left to stand there alone once more, angry and afraid as his nostrils flare with his sharp inhale and his jaw tensed, eyes lining with tears. His lip quivered under the pressure to suppress it, knuckles turning white under his tightening fists. He knew of you.

“Draco?” The mere softness of your tone pulls him from his distracted trance, that and the way your hand settled on his cheek. “Are you alright?”

His hand comes to rest over your own as he looks at you and leans into your touch without second thought, his blue gaze flickering between your own. He simply nods, his thumb brushing gingerly over your skin as he smiles softly, assuringly. “I’m fine, darling.”

Your returning smile makes his heart flutter within his chest, though he knows that you knew him far better to believe that. But you don’t push it.

When you start speaking he doesn’t entirely know what you were saying in that very moment, for he was much more focused on the way your lips moved with every word, every syllable. On the way your lashes splay against the tops of your flushed cheeks each and every time you look down at that wondrous crystal ball. Or the way your hand pulled from his cheek to rest over his own, playing absentmindedly with the silver slytherin ring worn on his finger. He didn’t particularly like that piece of jewelry, but he only wore it for that habit of yours.

You were so enamoring in everything you had done and he’s sure that will remain true, so utterly spellbinding he feels as though he never stood a chance. You were far more enchanting than the very magic the two of you had known your whole lives, and he knew that to be factual.

“Remember when you—”

His lips had pressed on yours before you could finish your sentence, his hand slipping from under yours to rest warmly upon your cheek. The soft bout of laughter puffed against his lips was enough to let loose a flurry of butterflies within him, a feeling only you have ever caused even with just a mere glance in his direction. The tension in his body dissipated the more he kissed you, the worry dissolving from his mind in that very moment.

When he parted from you he’d thought better of it as he kissed you once, twice, three more times. His lips were pink and kiss swollen, chunks of messy platinum dipping down in his eyes as he gazed at you adoringly. You kissed him again, fleeting and sweet, and it left him smiling softly as his fingertips brushed over his lips. The action made your cheeks stain a deeper scarlet as you looked away momentarily, but you couldn’t help but to return your gaze to him.

“What was that all about?” You ask in playful amusement, still breathless and blissfully awestruck from the burst of affection.

He laughs at that, because you too were delightful and dizzying, and he can’t seem to hide that fact. He dips down and does so again, this time a mere featherlight kiss, his eyes fluttering closed as he relishes in the soft intimacy passing him by. One he does not want to end.

“Just because,” he whispers.

You reach up and smooth the worry creasing between dark brows, your fingers brushing under the hair falling over his forehead and tracing down his cheek. You smiled at the seemingly silverness of his hair in the moonlit glow, the pale blue of his eyes something else entirely.

You rest your forehead on his, noses bumping and laughter mingling before fading into soft smiles. “I love you, always.”

His smile widens a fraction at your words, sincere and true. It makes his heart pound in his chest and his cheeks stain the softest shade of pink as his lips ghost over yours, brushing together with every word. “I love you, always.”

He might not have paid too much mind to that crystal ball for fear of the outcome he felt couldn’t possibly be what he’d dreamt of. He might not have allowed himself to ponder too long on what awaits him for the future for himself, for himself with you. For if he had, he just might’ve seen that life hadn’t intended to be quite as cruel to him as he’d been thinking. Maybe if he gave it a chance he’d see his fate hadn’t been so terrible in the end. But for now, for right now he was content with setting those thoughts aside in favor of kissing you in the moonlight behind vibrant and mismatched curtains. He was content with disregarding his father’s absurd wishes, they did not matter.

He loved you now and he loved you always.

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