#non traced stuff lol

[atinydragon]

Got a app called roomsketcher a little while ago and decided to try and use it for some g/t perspective shots.

It’s kinda wonky especially trying to use it for these kinds of angles lol. But you can get some neat shots that would be harder to get otherwise.

#g/t #g/t art #though to be clear #these are very traced #from a couple of the #template in the app #did change them some bit lol #Was going to actually do lineart #and color #but wow #this was quite some work #just sketching #and i’d rather put the work in #non traced stuff lol #my stuff

[missmonstermel]

Just a friendly reminder that if you see my often used Krampus design in the wild uncredited to please be super chill when calling it out! It is usually a case of people thinking it is a vintage copyright free clip art piece and being kind about it helps me have a more successful, pleasant encounter. I modeled this illustration to look like an old Gruss Vom Krampus postcard and I guess it is a little too successful.

Now I don't want to make an excuse for the folks tracing the piece without acknowledging the source but a lot of non artists slap it on stuff and are most likely under the impression it is not a modern illustration. It’s been around since 2009 and used to be a source of anxiety seeing it used so much around this time of year but it's something I have made peace with ( also I'm just very tired lol) Looking back, most people who did accidentally use it ended up being decent and pleasant to deal with so that's pretty cool....

I’m glad that it’s seemed to have have a lot of influence on Krampus depictions and has sort of snuck into being accepted as this authentic antique artwork. It would be nice to see my name attached to all of the posts that use him but much like many other online artists, sometimes a dumb thing you made just gets out from under you and fighting it is like fighting the sea. A sea of clippty cloppity, long tongued naughty goat men! Anyway if you want me to get paid for this illustration you can buy the shirt here: https://shirt.woot.com/offers/greetings-from-krampus

#krampus #missmonster

[candiewrapper]

your art is awesome dude i love the way you draw characters and your more surreal stuff is such a big inspiration to meeee

might i ask what your sketches look like for working out the anatomy in your pieces?

For basic, flat poses (often in simple character drawings, ref sheets, etc) I work very free-hand! I start with the hips, do a square for the torso, and work everything in from there. Not very "correct" anatomy, but since they're cartoon animals I don't really mind! If I'm experiencing art block or simply cannot sketch, I use clip studio's 3D models as a base sometimes! I definitely recommend it, would've helped me a lot in the beginning LOL

Sadly for dynamic or more detailed drawings, I don't have any of sketches of those saved (computer storage rip). Next time I do a piece similar to these I'll post a timelapse! However, all of my non-commissioned art is free to trace for nonprofit fun & learning purposes. Dig around and have fun!! (and thank you so much omg!!!!)

#tutorial #art advice #candiewrapper #this is just advice on how i draw! not meant to be taken as advice for all art

[ganondoodle]

you know, i had a totk thought (uh oh)

soemthign thats really bothering me about the whole "actually, ganondorf didnt like the guy appearing out of nowhere marrying a hylian and just saying yep das our kingdom now and we can mine it barren under your nose and also i got laserbeam pebbles that i totally wont ever use on anyone come join me or die just bc of all of that but mainly bc the guy brought some weird tech with him that he dont like" - thing is that ......... we see almost not a single tech thing in the past (and for that matter see nothing of the oh so perfect and peaceful paradise hyrule was before big evil desert man didnt want to join our paradise- like what is the point about making the whole point of the game be -we need to restore hyrule to this paradise it once was- when you dont even see it or get to care about anything of it)

it might sound like a weird hangup but no really, the most we see is like two servant constructs, thats it, when they 'prepare for war' im pretty sure all you see is some lightly dressed ( ... is it just me or does their whole get up look alot like native american/other indingenous people too ... i still dont know how to feel about that- kinda adjacent to some of the sonau armor, the battery one i think??, also having that look...) hylians with spears, where the heck is all that tech?? is it implied to be all down in the mines hollowing out the underground (for no real reason either bc .... theres only two sonau left and no one else seems to want use nor need the tech otherwise there should have been more traces or soemthing left of it -unless it all just magically appeared out of nowhere in mostly prime condition while all shiekah tech jsut vaporized for bs non reasons just for it to be in tha game but oh dont you see its always been there lmao- so whats the point really????)

or up in the sky as most battle constructs are and they cant get them down in time bc *gestures vaguely*

or is it intentionally kept out of view bc idk seeing an army of robots on raurus side he can send out on a whim might not make him look as oh so good and perfect as they want him to look when he already got laserbeam pebbles (most of which hes been hoarding until ONE falls into hands not under his control) ?? like it just ... feels weird?? so many battle constructs that can even be a threat to link are jsut fully functioning strolling around in the present still, why wouldnt you want to use any of them to battle gan and if they DID why wouldnt you show that (no the 3 second unicorn cutscene doesnt count bc its just .. gan and his monsters isnt it) ?? (also ... why isnt there a big like battle ground , like fine you dont have to animate an army of monsters and robots clashing but... wouldnt it be cool to have you discover a giant flat plain in the underground (that magically got put under ground like gan just decided to stroll down there to get sealed lol) and its the only mostly empty field in the game littered with thousands of monster bones and dead constructs intermingled?? just to give it all a bit of weight?? evidence that it happened?? cool ass discovery????)

(also also i cannot let go of ganondorf apparently being sooooo anti tech but then clamgan uses the shiekah stuff??? shouldnt he also be against that then or is that suddendly fine bc- oh woops sorry, forgot clamgan is actually just something, not connected to gan at all actually, i mean why else would miasma turn into malice only to turn into miasma again haha none of that is connected actually what is a calamity anyway? also im sorry to bring this up again but i just cannot let go of the ppl in the present being so obsessed with using sonau tech in every part of their life now- they just lived through an apocalypse of a barely understood strange tech but CLEARLY this other even less understood strang tech is not dangerous at all lets make CARS OUT OF IT and what theres no danger in miasma and that tech existing at the same time LIKE SOMETHING ELSE BEFORE THAT IDK SEEMS LIKE A BAD COMBO--- oh sorry forgot that ceased to exist in both the world and peoples minds for *gestures vaguely* plot reasons- why why why are monsters mining the sonanium?? they dont even work with the yiga no that is also completely disconnected we dont wanna draw and interesting connections after all- whats the point if it means nothing but to be a loot box for the player-- actually, so much of totk is just a so built around throwing you into a box of toys with no substance to it- listen i know games are kinda like toys but if it doesnt make sense and offers you nothing interesting to think about even slightly whAT IS THE POINT)

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #ganondoodles rants #totk #like not to make myself sound like a better writer ............ BUT #in my rewrite rauru does that also to suck the life out of the desert more and more to force the gerudo to be depended on their trade #to both pressure them and force them better into submission #bc of the whole plot point (in my rewrite) that rauru came from the underground with his dying people bc they discovered warnings of old #about the king of a deserts nation becoming a horrible world destryoing monster and so plotting with sonia to get gan secretly sealed #and by doing that rauru seals his own fate (rauru dies and its his stone that gets taken) like the fairytale prophecy thing making people- #-do exactly what leads to it while trying to avoid it #bc gan finds out and plots against it #-ANYWAY #when i see other people talk i need to talk again even if i make little sense

[seasonsbloom]

dime store cowboy . hangman

PART TWO

pairing ; cowboy!jake seresin x female!reader

synopsis ; jake teaches you about the cowboy hat rule.

wc ; 2k

warnings ; 18+ only, minors do NOT interact; explicit language, non-explicit sexual content (it's just flirting)

note: YEEHAW PARDNERS.......... i'm so obsessed with this i'm gonna cry, thank you forever to the anon who requested this. also what if this becomes a series what then WHAT THEN. sorta modified the title from that one kacey musgraves song lol.

sol. sunderlust. you already know what i'm gonna say thank you for being my bestie :(

The whole thing is Carrie Underwood’s fault. You’ll go to your grave swearing it.

It’s just that you’re three strawberry margaritas deep, the lights in the bar are all dimmed, all neon, all flickering, and Jake is leaning into your space like he’s trying to smell your perfume, smiles at you like he’s completely charmed, and then somebody starts playing Before He Cheats on the jukebox and your brain just sorta like. Short-circuits.

The song always gives you an unwarranted burst of confidence, makes you feel like you, too, could vandalize a cheater’s car in a flurry of righteous wrath, so it’s not that difficult to reach up, lifting half out of the bar stool, face suddenly just an inch from his, and steal his hat. The fabric is surprisingly soft beneath your fingers.

At first, Jake looks surprised, his mouth twitching in amusement.

“What you trying to do with that, sugar?” he asks.

And the thing is this. You’re new in town and decidedly more urban (cosmopolitan, you’d like to say, but really, who are we kidding here?) than the rest of the crowd. It’s all a bit strange, all unfamiliar, but when your co-workers invited you out for a Friday night of drinks at the local bar, you were beyond grateful. It was supposed to be a nice little get-together among people who would hopefully become friends. You didn’t expect a guy who looks like he could be Mr. August in a calendar dedicated to half-naked hot cowboys doing various types of manual labor to walk up to you and start flirting like his life depends on it.

At least you think he’s flirting…? You’re not that well-versed in this whole thing.

You shrug, hope you look more confident than you feel.

“When I was little,” you say, turning the hat over and peeking at the inside, where a label proudly states Property of J. Seresin. You let a finger run over it, tracing the shape of his name. “I used to dream about being a cowgirl.”

You flip the hat again and put it on. It’s big enough that it goes slipping down a few inches, almost covering your eyes.

Something on Jake’s face goes taut, his gaze darkens, the fist on the bartop clenches once then relaxes.

“Did you, now?” he asks, his voice suddenly lower, and he takes a step closer. His hip knocks against your knee where you’re angled toward him, every point of your body unconsciously straining closer during the conversation. He tips the hat back an inch or two from your forehead, clearing your vision, and looks down at you, searches your face for something. “Looking good.”

He’s silhouetted by the lights of the bar, bordered by the people crowding behind him to order, but you can’t see anything past the green in his eyes. He’s pushed so close he’s almost between your legs, your thighs like open brackets around the shape of him. The hand at the brim of the hat wanders down your back slowly before settling on the backrest of your stool. It’s not even a touch, just the allusion to it, but your heart goes pitter-patter in your chest.

“Do I?” you ask, breath hitching, legs bouncing with the nerves of it all.

You just don’t do this sort of stuff. Flirting with people, letting strangers chat you up in bars, going along with the quips and the banter and the coy touches… you’re so out of your element. And even Carrie Underwood and her misplaced pep talks have deserted you now. She just threw the match, and then she hightailed it out of here. Traitor.

Jake nods. “You’re real pretty, sugar,” he says. “I especially like the hat with that dress.”

You glance down at yourself and grin. The dress is decidedly too much for a joint where everybody else seems to show up in denim or flannel. You’re just glad you skipped heels in favor of sneakers to dress the whole thing down - you would have stood out like a sore thumb in the sea of cowboy boots.

“This isn’t really… saloon appropriate, is it?”

He laughs, and the sound of it warms your chest. “Not exactly,” he agrees. “But I like it. It suits you.”

“How so?”

Jake lifts a shoulder in a shrug, something unreadable playing about his mouth. “Makes it look like you’re not from here.”

You frown and ask, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Sugar,” Jake chuckles, and the sound of that stupid, ridiculous pet name sends a shiver down your back, “that’s just about the highest compliment I could ever give a girl.”

You don’t know what to say to that - your cheeks feel kind of warm, and your brain is buzzing like a beehive. 

“I can’t really… see in this thing,” you mumble, tugging at the brim that keeps slipping. Suddenly a little frail.

Jake laughs again, and you decide that you don’t just like the sound - you love it. 

“You’re a cute one, huh?” he says, voice only a little mocking. He leans into your space, crooked grin so close to you that you can see the stubble forming along his cheeks and jaw, a golden dusting of hair against the sun-kissed skin. For a breathless, head-spinning moment, you think about how it would feel pressed to the inside of your thighs, raspy and tickling and just the right side of painful.

He rights the hat, pushes it higher up on your forehead, and then his hand travels to the back of your neck, stays there. His thumb brushes from the brim of the hat to the knob of your spine, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. You let out a shuddering breath, legs clenching.

“So you dreamed about being a cowgirl, yeah?” he asks, withdrawing his hand and taking a swig of his beer.

You blink a few times until your vision goes from blurred to focused. Then you clear your throat. “Yeah, like… in elementary school, I think.”

“What’s your opinion on cowboys, then?”

You shrug, turn your upper body sideways to finger the stem of your cocktail glass. “I suppose they have their uses.”

He laughs, the sound a little heavier than it was before, and says, “You ever dreamed about any of those, too?”

It’s crude, it’s forward, it’s an innuendo so thinly-veiled it’s pretty much translucent. It should make you balk.

But there’s something about the night. The music, the drinks, the boy. The heat of the summer outside and the thrill of a new town and a new dress and a new life. It all makes you feel a little bit dangerous, a little bit sexy, a little bit loose. Maybe just for one night, you can pretend to be someone else. Let your hair down.

“Maybe,” you say, hoping it comes off mysterious instead of guarded, closed-off, disinterested. You turn to take a sip of your margarita, and then, in a move so bold not even Carrie Underwood and her car-wrecking could claim it, you lick the salt off the rim of the glass.

When you glance up at him again, his pupils are blown so wide there’s barely any green left visible. He’s looking right at your mouth.

“Anything I could make come true?” he asks.

It’s an offer as much as it is an out. If you pull back now, you’re pretty sure he’d leave you alone. Jake is forward, confident, sure, but he doesn’t seem like the pushy type. For some insane reason, you feel safe with him.

“Depends,” you say. Your voice has gone so quiet you’re surprised he can hear you over the din of the bar. The song has changed, but you don’t recognize the tune. You can’t focus on anything except the man right in front of you anyway.

He doesn’t ask what it depends on, and you’re glad because you don’t have an answer for him. You’re playing this whole thing by ear, and apparently, your hearing is impaired.

It starts as a tingle, as pins and needles, and when you look down, you find Jake’s hand on your thigh, just above the knee. Fingers splayed wide, radiating heat. As your heart rate kicks up a notch, you squirm in your seat.

Jake raises his free hand and tips two fingers to the brim gently. “You know what this means, pretty girl?”

His thumb traces a path up the inside of your thigh, leaves goosebumps in its wake. Suddenly, your mouth is drier than the Sahara desert.

“What?” you ask stupidly. You feel like there’s an entirely separate conversation happening here, one you aren’t really following.

He smirks, but his eyes don’t move from your face. “It’s not really something good girls do.”

You’re distracted by the tuft of hair protruding from the unbuttoned collar of his flannel, the same color as his beard. You wonder if it stretches all the way down beneath the obnoxiously large belt buckle.

Your voice has gone airy. “Why not?”

He hums, fingers traveling just a little higher up on your thigh, almost creeping beneath the fabric of your dress now. You hope you’re not sticky with sweat. It’s so hot in here. But then his fingernails scrape over your skin, the softest of touches, and that thought dissipates along with any other.

“See, there’s this rule, sugar,” he says and leans even closer. For a second, you think he’s going to kiss you, but then he just goes on, “You steal the hat, you ride the cowboy.”

Your brain implodes. If you tried to get up right now, you’re pretty sure you’d keel right over.

“Does that really exist?” you ask, voice barely more than a whisper. He’s so close that you can smell his aftershave, can count the freckles scattered on his nose. So close if you just lean in an inch, half an inch, just a bit…

Somebody says your name, and you almost topple backward off the bar stool in your attempt to put distance between him and you.

Your co-worker stands a step behind you, eyebrow raised and a disapproving look on her face.

“I’m heading home now. You still need that ride?”

Part of you wants to say no. Let Jake take you home or to a bathroom stall or to the back of his pick-up. Make good on that rule you’re not sure he didn’t just make up. Give into the insistent thrumming of want in the pit of your stomach.

But there’s a rational part of you left, too, one that hasn’t drowned in margaritas or the green of Jake’s eyes yet. One that remembers who you really are, truly, beneath the thin veneer of tonight’s pretense.

So you clear your throat, slide off the barstool, and right into his arms. For a second, you’re chest to chest, stomach to stomach, then you’re stepping away, wondering distantly just how flustered you look and taking the hat off.

“Thanks for letting me borrow this,” you say sheepishly and hand it back to him.

Jake smirks, something in his eyes twinkling.

“Always happy to make a lady’s dreams come true,” he says, popping the hat back on. “Anytime, Ma’am.”

You grope around for your purse blindly, a lump in your throat that makes it impossible to speak. That and the fact that you have no idea how to answer that.

“Seresin.” Your co-worker nods at him.

He waves back silently, then casts another long, lingering look at you that makes your heart miss a beat or two.

“I’ll see you around?” you ask, voice trembling like a leaf in a thunderstorm.

The corner of Jake’s mouth lifts in a grin. 

“You can count on it,” he says and tips his hat at you. “I believe you may owe me a ride.”

#hangman x reader #hangman fic #jake seresin x reader #hangman #jake seresin #jake seresin fic #jake hangman seresin #fic #writing #mine #top gun maverick #fic: dsc

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ stupid expensive couch ୨୧

pairing: rookie!Leon Kennedy ♡︎fem + AFAB!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡, not proof read, smut, feeling of abandonment, implied non aftercare, crying after sex (lol), just so much smut lmg

summary: ʚ after hooking up with your best friend once, you two have to finally admit your feelings ɞ

words: 5019

AN: This is a very OOC representation of rookie leon just leave me alone <3, HEAVILY inspired by this audio :>also consent is not specifically asked for in this fic however it’s implied reader and leon have hooked up before and consent and boundaries were set then, neither party was taken advantage of!!

⤾·˚ ༘ ◡̈ ⤾·˚ ༘ ◡̈

“Leon, why aren’t you eating more of your going-away cake?” you mumble through the sheer fullness you felt. Leon's face flushed red from the alcohol, he shakes his head furiously “You can’t keep feeding me this stuff! It has so much sugar in it I swear!” Leon commented pointing to it. “What? Scared you're gonna get fat and they're gonna turn you away at the door? You have to be fit to be a policeman you know.” you mumble, taking yet another sip of your drink. The alcohol seemingly scratches your throat on the way down. “Mmm fuck.” you mumble setting your drink down. 

Leon gives you a fake and dramatic scoff, “I'm not gonna get fat from some horrible “cheese-cake” he mumbles with air quotes. “Hey, what's with the quotes?” you ask, biting your lip slightly and tracing the rim of your glass. “This isn’t cheesecake, y/n! It’s just candy!” he tells you leaning back on your couch. 

Ugh, the couch, your boyfriend- well… ex-boyfriend bought it. It was always the same with you, going after guys who never usually meant much to you. It’s not like you wanted to use them, you just wanted to fall in love! In love with anybody else except for Leon, your best friend in the whole wide world. 

Your best friend was moving to fucking Racoon City for fucks sake. “Whatever Leon, how are you feeling?” you ask through a small giggle, tilting your head to the side. Leon looks up at you, his eyes slowly filling with thoughts. That's always something you have known about him, as expressionless as his face tends to be; you can always see in his eyes what's wrong. Your eye contact only holds for a moment before he looks down at the base of your coffee table. 

He lets out a deep sigh before looking up again, this time not at you. You could see it, he was searching for words. “I'm nervous I mean, they tell me to stay away from the place the week I'm about to start? What does that mean? I’ve already looked it up but I can't find anything online about it.” he rambles, standing up. 

The alcohol must have hit him… you let out a small giggle. “I meant the drinks, Leon,” you say eyes following his pacing. “Oh… well fine then. I’m barely even buzzed,” he says walking back over to the couch and sitting down. You smile looking down, Leon lets out a borderline pornographic moan as he lays back on the couch. “My god Leon!” you exclaim looking at him. 

He lets out a toothy grin, “Hey this couch is very comfortable… are you still paying this thing off?” He asks, sitting back up again, reaching for his drink. You open your mouth to tell him that you did not pay a penny for it and instead your ex-’boyfriend’ bought it for you because he was *going* to move in before you broke up with him. 

Leon doesn’t let you get a word out though, he moves the cup down from his lips and swallows. “Oh wait I forgot your boyfriend bought it for you heh, you little couch princess,” he mumbles the last part into the cup before drinking again. Ah Leon, ever the flirt. “No Leon I didn’t pay for the couch and me and *him* broke up,” you say avoiding his eyes and taking a swig yourself. This was not going to be an easy conversation. 

“Oh..” Leon's voice was quiet as he looked down at the table. No matter how drunk or unexpressive he may be, it was clear to you the disappointment and regret on his face. Your stomach suddenly swirled, maybe you shouldn't have eaten so much of that cheesecake and then used it to soak up alcohol. You quickly set the glass down nervously rubbing your sides. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.” He mumbles, gesturing with his hands. “It’s ok Leon, honestly it's been a few months,” you confess, looking at him. You can feel a small anger bubble in him. “Fuck really? You wanna talk about it?” he asks scooting ever so closely. Your heart falls as he shifts forwards. Fuck you thought, booze was liquid confidence. You were feeling very confident, just dizzy. 

“No, not really,” you mumble feeling the heat from his body. He was so warm… I mean in a heated apartment in jeans and a sweatshirt… plus he was probably drunk right now. “You care, Leon?” you ask, a small amount of surprise seeps up through your throat and into your words. His eyebrows furrow. “Yes of course I fucking care. I mean it makes sense you two broke up I mean fuck it's getting pretty late, there are drinks and well he isn’t here you know? I wouldn't be comfortable letting you go have drinks with another guy late at night if we were dating.” he says, moving his elbows to his mid-thighs and using his hands to talk. 

He doesn’t seem to know what he is saying. You two dating, god it sounds like a bad nightmare being desperately in love with your best friend and him joking about dating you. You're not sure what to say, your mouth is drying up. “You couldn't have told me this when we called the other week?” he asks, getting loud. Fuck, no not the calls. The calls you two would spend together with each other for hours, desperately flirting with him even when you were ‘dating’ someone. 

Again you go to open your mouth but just like on the calls you can’t bring yourself to say anything, it would ruin it all. “I knew you weren’t doing in a good place but fuck y/n you don’t tell me anything anymore. I know what you said ok, about us being different after we did what we did but I thought we were still best friends!” he rambles, his alcohol fueling his anger. A raging fire that's been there for some time. 

‘After we did what we did’ are words you never wanted to hear tonight. It hadn't been your fault entirely; it takes two people to tango. But taking your best friend's virginity and then leaving before he even fell asleep after… you felt sick. You hadn't meant for it to happen, you didn’t want it to go down the way it did. You were barely giving him anything as he is near crying from happiness… The L bomb nearly slipped out. 

The memories from that night flooding back to you. Your drunk brain is finally losing the internal battle you fought with yourself. Finally pulling him in for a kiss. Telling him that it would change us. It didn’t seem to matter to him though. It was disappointing, for both of you… You only had the guts to go so far before you backed out.

Jerking him off then telling him you couldn't deal with anymore that night, letting him lay down, and then leaving him in that stupid hotel. You swallowed thickly being brought back to the present. A not-so-innocent Leon looking back at you. “Leon I-” you finally started your voice shaky, “No don’t ‘Leon’ me! Why don’t you tell me anything anymore? For Christ's sake, I didn’t even know you had broken up with your boyfriend. I know that dress y/n… when you get sad you buy things, for yourself or your apartment. If you bought something new you would have worn it tonight, for me but you didn’t. You’re wearing that fucking dress…” he points to you, you look down really it wasn’t anything bold. Very simple in fact. Just a tight black dress with a red streak on the side.

Your face heated up. God, he knew you so well. “I knew something was wrong because I saw all your new apartment decorations y/n, I saw them on the call ok? You would never normally buy this shit. I knew you were struggling and I couldn't bear to ask you if you were ok because I already knew the answer to that question. If I had asked you that question,” he leaned in forward. His breath was laced with sweets and liquor… “You would have lied and told me you were doing fine,” he says almost out of breath.

You were out of words watching him, he had stepped back now going back to his pacing. You bit your lip looking at him, he was waiting for you, To say something, anything you supposed. You couldn't keep disappointing him. “It’s always been the same for me, Leon! What else do you want to hear?” you question trying to ignore the sadness weighing on your chest. 

“Please talk to me y/n! You never talk anymore, you never tell me anything and it makes me wonder…” he starts and you can almost see tears in his eyes. “Wonder?” you ask. “Yes y/n wonder, do you ever talk about me anymore? I know we aren’t in school anymore but you still talk to people from school I know you do!” he almost shouts. God why? Why did he have to know you so well>

“Do you ever mention my name? Does anyone else mention my name? Ask how I am. What do you say y/n? Do you say ‘Oh Leon is doing great he is gonna be a cop!’ Is that what you say knowing you don’t know me anymore?” he asks chest heaving. Fuck he looked so pretty all worked up like this. You couldn't help but think about him like that. It’s how you got into this mess in the first place. 

The truth was you didn’t talk about him with anyone, no one except yourself. You couldn't bear it, saying anything about him that is. You would ruin things if you did. “Did you tell him about me? Your couch-buying boyfriend?” it was clear he was jealous as he always has been. He is a gentle person when he wants to be. Never telling you how when a guy would wrap his arms around you it made him sick. He never said it but you saw it in his eyes, you knew it was true. “Did you tell any of your ‘boyfriends’ about me? Huh? About how you fucked me?” he asks, his voice going quiet. 

His chest fell and rose. His anger flowed out of him. “Leon I’m so-” you try to stand up too, but again his eyes betray him. Guilt floods over his features. “No please I’m sorry I shouldn't have said all that, I know it’s not what you wanted to hear.” His voice was soft, unlike the borderline yelling from his a second ago. “You know I always promise myself I’m never gonna see you again, you know?” he asks, sitting down again. Your heart falls even deeper into your body. 

“I promise myself every time I leave here that this will be the last time. I will leave and never come back until you're marrying some stupid rich guy. Every time I see your name on my phone asking to call my heart fucking sinks. Because you have trapped me, and I can’t get out. I know that I can’t hold myself back when I see you. I will flirt and plead and beg for you even if you don’t see it. God I want you so fucking bad.” he mumbles, burying his face into his hands. 

Your heart is thumping. You're so scared, this is all you have ever wanted. Maybe you didn’t need to be so scared… “It always goes the same way for me, Leon,” you mumble, he peaks up at you moving his fingers from covering his eyes. Your head was spinning with nerves, your brain screaming at you not to tell him what you so desperately wanted to. Your heart was pleading for something else… and for the first time. You listened to your heart.

“I always fall for some stupid guy who turns out isn’t what I want so I freak out and break up with whoever it is. I never like the guys I date because, well I don't want to date them! I want to date you, so badly. No guy can ever replace you. And I’m so sorry I do this to you. This little cat-and-mouse game. I keep pulling you along for shit I know I shouldn't. I’m sorry for ever fucking you in the first place. I should have done it right… you looked so fucking perfect that night. You were just wanting to be loved by me and I screwed it all up. I got scared so I ran. It's what I always do.” you ramble letting your years-long feelings finally seep to the surface. 

Leon was still covering his face with his hands but you can tell by his dreamy eyes that he is happy. Of course, he is. “But I'm trapped too, I ran from you only to run right back. You never want to see me again because of the way I push and pull you.” you sit back down facing him finally. “Flirting with you because I can’t bear to let you go completely yet I can’t commit enough to be with you because I’m so scared. I would do anything to change that night, to give it my all, and love you the way you deserve. But I can’t go back. I can only try and fix what I have done now.” you had started crying. Your face is tear-stained. 

The room went silent minus your occasional sniffles and deep breaths. Leon slowly drops his hands from his face, a very big red blush dusting beautifully on his features. You give a small breathless chuckle licking your lips slightly. The silence seemed like it filled the room. A small tension sewing its way between the two of you. 

“Thank you. For uhh saying that. I thought about that night a lot since it happened. It felt like my dream was coming true but it wasn’t. Jesus, I even cried after you left. You must think I'm so pathetic.”  he mumbles wiping his hands on his face. Your face fell, “I don't think your pathetic Leon.” you say scooting next to him and grabbing his hands. 

His face looking at yours. “I'm so sorry for what I put you through, and you're very brave. I mean fuck, you want to risk your life to help others. You're Not pathetic for crying after I left. Ok?” you spoke in a hushed serious tone. That was a rare occurrence for you and Leon. He just smiled nodding slightly but you weren’t gonna have that. Your hand comes up to his jaw, “Ok?” you ask again, and he gives you a sheepish smile. “Yeah ok,” he mumbles, this Leon contrasted the one from earlier. He was mad or loud and he was happy. 

A tone seemed to have shifted between you too. “Do you think we should try that night over again?” you ask, letting your eye fall into a half-lidded pose. You lean towards him. His eyes widen ever so slightly, you could almost hear his heart rate increase. “What?” he asks. Oh how different this Leon was… so shy and cute. 

You smirk, pushing his arms over his head. You used the pressure your hands had to hoist yourself on his lap. “W-Hat are you doing? Why are you getting on my lap?” he whined, unconsciously bucking his hips as you slid onto him. “Shhh,” you whisper smirking, pressing your finger against his mouth. He gives you the most pathetic look staring up at you.  

You move your finger from his mouth, leaning down. Leon leaned forward, his lips meeting yours. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as a whine left his mouth. Your hand slowly moved to his neck squeezing it just a little. His hands found your hair entangling with his right hand while his left hand gripped your neck.

He was already getting worked up, his dick hardening underneath you. You moved back letting yourself catch your breath. “You told me you play a game of cat and mouse with me right?” he mumbled, biting his baby pink lips. “Good job listening,” you mumble in a condescending tone. Leon's eyes shift to an intense stare. 

“I wouldn't mind if we kept playing… you as the cat and me as the mouse?” he asks, his voice raising in pitch, batting his eyelashes. You smirk, “Yeah I think I can arrange that baby.” you say pushing yourself off of his lap and walking over into your room. Leon smirks watching you walk to your room. 

After a minute has passed you hear Leon’s voice from your living room. “What's taking so long?” you playfully roll your eyes. “Hold tight Leon!” you yell from, chuckling slightly. Leon shifts in his seat with anticipation. He couldn’t wait for whatever you had planned for him. He heard your soft patterns come out of your room and he turned his head. He saw you had a rope in your hand. “When the fuck did you get a rope?” he asks, looking at it. 

Your hand leaves the rope to land a smack across his face. Leon whimpers at the impact, “Fuck I’m sorry, you can tie me up.” he whines out bucking his hips. “Good boy,” you murmur, rubbing your hands against his face. “Can I get naked please?” he asks, trying to give you the most innocent eyes possible.

It seemed to have worked because you started pulling down his pants and boxers. He took this as a yes and took his shirt off. He was now completely bare sitting against the very comfortable couch. “Can I tie you up now?” you ask, admiring his body. “Fuck yeah you can, god I wanna be your whore so badly,” he whined. You raised your eyebrow at his enthusiasm. He put his hands behind his back for you. You push his head down exposing the back of his neck. 

You began tying his hands together and kissing his neck. “Ahh fuck.” he mumbles feeling the fibers burn his wrists. You fist a bit of the hair on the back of his pulling his head back up. You let your fingers trace over his thighs, moving slowly towards Leon’s almost completely rock-hard cock. It was flushed with pink and dripping with pre-cum. 

You leaned down kissing him again finally letting your hand glide up to his cock. Gripping the base of it, Leon moaned into your mouth. You moved your hand painfully slow up and down on his cock. “Fuck please…” he whimpered. You pulled away from him, “Please I need to see you too.” he whined out of breath. 

You pushed his shoulders back so he hit the couch. You slid the dress off your body revealing your entire body. You had decided against wearing panties. Leon’s eyes raked over you. “Fuck I should have known you wouldn’t wear any panties. You knew you were gonna fuck me huh?” he growled looking at you. 

You slapped him again, his blush matching the bright red color on the right side of his face he adored. “Fuuuck,” he mumbled, looking back at you. “Please let me see your fucking pussy.” he whined trying to buck his hips into the air, his cock slapping his tummy. “Yeah, you wanna see my pussy? Yeah?” you asked, leaning down to Leon who was rapidly shaking his head ‘yes’. “Please, please, please Mommy,” he begged, his face bright red.

You sat down right next to him, the pudge of your thighs touching his. You spread your legs apart. Leon gasping at your body. Your left hand moving back to his cock, your right hand moving to your clit. You moved both of your hands gathering your slick occasionally with your right hand. 

Leon was in heaven breathing rapidly watching you pleasure yourself while jerking him off. It was fucking beautiful but this isn’t how he wanted to cum. “Please, let me eat you out…” he whined looking at you. You slowed your ministrations. “You don't wanna cum?” you asked with feigned pity. “I do but..” he whined looking at your fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. “Fuck I want you to use me. I want you to cum first please, god I will do anything.” his voice was exasperated.

Sweat dripped down his face, his lips swollen, cock red and dripping with his arousal. You bite your lip looking at him. “Fuck please oh my god I want you to sit on my face so bad.” he damn near screamed struggling against his ropes and bucking into the air. “Beg,” you murmur. “Please Mommy, you have to let me eat you out. I know you want to come, please let me do it. Fuck! Please please please!!” he was screaming now.

Your hand slapped over his mouth, tears rolling down his cheeks onto your hand. “You can eat me out baby calm down.” you ensure, staring at your sobbing partner. Cue the rapid “Thank yous/ your so good/ use me’s” he was dripping with tears, sweat, and precum. You straddled his head holding just about his face. “Are you sure Le- baby? I don't wanna crush you,” you say, hand rubbing the side of his face. “I WANT you to crush me, sit down please!” he begs trying to lift his head to your aching cunt. 

You managed to keep his head down with your hand. “Ok baby if you're sure,” you murmur, you gently sit down. Your thighs smothering Leon’s face. You feel his tongue start moving in and out of your sopping cunt. You gasp feeling the burning pleasure slowly start building in your lower tummy.

“Leon- fuck.” you let out a whimper, white-knuckling the couch. You couldn't understand most of what Leon was screaming into your cunt but sounded a lot like. “Fuck fuck fuck! God your so cunt is so good. That's it ride my fucking face.” whatever he was saying was vibrating your clit making his tongue feel even better. 

You went to sit up to give him some room to breathe but that was a mistake. “What are you doing, please? Come back I need you to use me like a free-use whore, fuck!” he was screaming again. Next to thrashing around for your cunt again. 

Your hand landed on his cheek bringing him out of his tantrum. His pupils were blown, still gasping for breath. “You need to catch your breath before you get to eat me out again,” you warn. “I don't wanna breathe! Just fuck me!.” he growls. You bring your hand up to his throat squeezing. “Don't be mean you know you want to. I'm just a free dick and mouth for you. You and your beautiful body. I'm just here to please you. I’m just a fucking whore.” he whines at you, wrists burning from the rope. 

“I'm not letting you taste my cunt again, just for that,” you growl, which makes his head spin. He can’t even throw another fit before you make him lay down. “Of course you make me lie down, you know my hands are still tied so I can’t do anything. M just a lil free use toy for my mommy.” he was teasing you…

You straddle his dick, slowly sinking into him. He unintentionally bucks up, dick hitting your cervix. “Ah, fuck I’m sorry I didn't mean to do that.” Leon mumbles and for the first time tonight gave you an earnest look. “Heh, it's ok Leon don't worry. Are you doing ok? Need anything right now?” he was balls deep inside of you and you were asking if needed anything…

Leon could have sworn he would have come just then. “No- no I’m good!” he says adjusting his hips, cock somehow slipping deep inside you. “Good,” you mumble, and you began moving up and down on him. Your hands brought up to your tits groping them.

“You like watching me play with myself on you baby?” you ask, to which he can only feverishly nod ‘yes’. Words have escaped Leon, his edging from earlier coming back in tenfold. “M gonna cum.” he whimpers out in fear. “Don’t wait for me first ok?” you mumble, feeling the coil in your tummy tighten your cunt hungrily absorbing Leon’s cock. “Fuck!” he shouts, wrists almost bleeding from how hard he was pulling them.

Leon’s brain was going completely blank, his neurons only able to produce TV static. “Please momma, you can come on my cock I know you can, fuck! You're so beautiful I can’t take it anymore! Just come Mommy for me please!” Leon begs his voice almost whispering. 

“God your such a good fucking whore Leon,” you mumble, hands white knuckling the couch, bouncing your body up and down. Feeling your coil snap, cunt clenching around his cock. He clenches his jaw watching the most beautiful thing he has ever seen before in his life. Your eyes roll back with fever that makes him dizzy. 

Your head falls back beads of sweat dripping on your face and neck. Cunt swallowing up his dick. Fucking hell he was in heaven. Your orgasm dies down, as you ride yourself through it. You are only able to give Leon a little nod, and he lets his orgasm rip through his body. “Fuck fuck fuck, y/n.” he whimpers, hot cum shooting inside of your cunt. 

Both of you were breathing rapidly, eyes interlocking. “Good job Leon,” you mumble kissing his hairline. Slowly moving off of his dick cum leaking out of you. “Can you sit up for me?” you ask, trying not to let it come spilling off of your thighs. “Y-yeah,” he whispers while sitting up. His back was hot and sweaty. Beads of sweat dripped down. 

You made quick work of the rope taking it off, your stomach turning slightly at the bright red and freshly bruised marks. You kiss his wrists ruffling his hair slightly. He gives you a puppy-like gleam, fuck he was so adorable. “Would you be ok if I left you for a second to clean up?” you asked, cupping his face. 

“Mhm! I’ll be right here heh,” Leon said, you pulled him into a kiss before letting him go to clean yourself up. You went pee and grabbed a towel for him as well as a glass of water. You needed to do this right for him this time. You were going to make sure you never made the same mistake again twice. 

Unfortunately, as you feared when you walked back into the living room Leon didn’t look ok. “Baby? Leon? Should I not have left? Are you ok?” you ask, rushing over to him, setting the water and towel down next to the couch. Leon's face was red but not with a blush but with tears. They prickled at the corners of his eyes, your arms pulling him close to you. A small sob racked through his body, hands covering his face as he fell into your touch. 

“I’m so sorry Leon, I know this has probably been hard for you. I’m so sorry for that. I’m going to do better, I promise nothing we just did was real. It’s all pretend pretty boy. You're not a whore, your safe with me ok? I’m going to work hard to earn your trust ok?” you whisper into his ear, slowly stroking his hair. You know he can hear you, you also know letting him cry might be the best thing right now. 

This no doubt has brought up a lot of feelings for him, and that's ok. “Can you try taking some deep breaths? You don’t have to stop breathing but I need you to breathe ok?” you ask in the softest voice you can muster. You place your hands on his chest. He nods against your thighs, wet tears smearing around. You can feel him calling himself down with the occasional hiccups. “Good job.” you praise kissing the back of his neck. 

You coddled him for a few more minutes before he agreed to let you clean him up a bit. He sat like a kicked puppy on the couch letting you use the soft microfiber towel to clean around his groin and tummy. Holding his cup of water with both of his hands gulping some of it down.

He was quietly staring at your hands to clean him up. “Do you want a bath or a shower?” you ask, setting the towel on the side. “Um, can we have a shower please?” He asks, still feeling off from everything. You take his cup of water, set it down, and help him up to the shower, turning it on at the perfect temperature that nearly melted Leon as he stepped in. 

“I’m sorry for crying, I just got reminded of that night. I felt so alone,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “Hey don’t say sorry for crying I’m sure you felt a lot. Let’s get you clean ok?” he nods, before wrapping his arms around you. “I’m not sure how this is going to work between us but if you want I would love to be your boyfriend.” He whispers into your ear. 

You pull away from the hug hot water dripping down your bodies. “I would love to be with you Leon,” you whisper, kissing him. His hands snake around your waist pulling you flush against him. The two of you melding your bodies together. 

After a very loving shower to contrast the feelings of earlier you two got dressed (you forced Leon into one of your shirts that was too short for him but you certainly didn’t mind. His arms wrapped around you, his nose nuzzling into your neck. His soft snores filled the room. You never wanted to let go of this moment. 

If only you two knew what lay ahead of Leon in Racoon City…

#resident evil leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy smut #rookie!leon #rookie!leon kennedy #rookie!leon Kennedy x reader

[eganmont]

Dagger: "Hey don't you think some of Vivi's children feel... eerily familiar?"

Zidane: "... Nah it's probably fine."

I've seen the concept of Vivi being a Black Waltz, but what if the Waltz were Vivi-fied?

*Ahem*, excuse me while I briefly obsess over an AU for minor characters who only show up like once from a 20+ year old game:

So anyhoo, I present an FF9 epilogue AU where Vivi accidently and unknowingly reincarnated the Black Waltz alongside his other sons. Assuming that Vivi used traces of mist to make his kiddos, I suppose it could be possible for the Waltzes' mist/souls be recycled back into life again by the same method. Made more likely by the fact they all originally perished during a time when Gaia's souls weren't properly passing on... (Hopefully I'm understanding ff9 lore right)

Neither of the 3 can fully remember their past lives, though they still subconsciously retain their memories. It's enough to influence their personalities, but you know, since they are no longer living weapons their violent tendencies get toned-down a lot and they properly get the chance to develop morals and stuff. At worst they probably just act like typical spoiled brats or trouble makers. I'd think they surprisingly get along well with Zidane too.

They're unofficially known as the Encore Trio, and get actual names now, from left to right: Waldren, Walter, and Wallace.

(The names just sort of came natural to them, I wonder why lol)

I can't help but feel the original trio deserved so much better, and couldn't pass up the idea of them getting a second-chance to live life and pursue non-evil and non-princess capturing related interests.

And despite what had happened in the past, I'd think Vivi would be happy for them too…

Ok ramble over for now!

#black waltz #black waltz 1 #black waltz 2 #black waltz 3 #final fantasy #final fantasy ix #vivi ornitier #ff9 #final fantasy 9 #ffix #black mage #encore trio au #wizards

[janeths]

Bowser NSFW Alphabet

I never done this before so 🧍‍♀️

Reader is gender neutral

I haven’t seen anyone do this so I decided to write it :)

Also if you don’t agree with some of them that’s totally fine, I tried to make them accurate though.

A-Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

You know I had to say it, he’s the romantic man. You thought after it, he would completely leave you after sex but NOPE! This man will start asking questions if you’re okay, did he do right, do you need some medication, are you hungry, do you need water. Even leaving compliments, hugging and kissing you, that you and him did such an amazing job. He will also run down a bath for you both. Even if you have showered before, he’s gonna clean you up from his messy work. He’s an hygienic fan, he doesn’t want you nor him to get sick

B-Body Part (what is his favorite part of their body and his partners body)

Pretty simple but he likes his hands. They are big compared to his partners. But even a non sexual way, he’s a clingy man, he loves holding your hand, caressing over your hair, he’s pretty touchy man, so expect him to grab yours shoulders, hands, arms, face. Also kiss his hands and he’ll melt, even though he likes his hands he knows he can destroy stuff easily so he gets a bit worried. Just kiss his hands, and he’s lovestuck.

He love each and every part, but the most body part Your stomach. You’re chubby? He loves it. You’re slim? He loves it. If you have stretch marks, and/or scars, he’s tracing all of them and kissing him. He loves your stomach so very much. It’s the only place he can lay his head on without putting to much weight on you. If you’re really insecure about it, he will nonstop kiss you around your stomach, will grab it, squish it, and compliment you, until you forget what you were insecure about.

C-Cum (anything to do with cum)

He won’t do anything that will harm you. His cum is pretty thick and fluid. If you wished for him to cum in you, he would gladly do so. If you want him to cum in another part, he’ll do so as well. It’s all about communication. Just ask him anything that will make you feel comfortable. But he does love cumming onto your stomach. Duh, it’s his favorite part of their partners body. This man doesn’t wear protection though.

D-Dirty Secret ( Self explanatory, his dirty little secret)

I see him be a bit of in the vanilla side so he would rather keep everything private, but there is a part of him that really wants to have sex in a garden. Just something about the garden makes it so special. He wants you beside him makes it look like a fairytale. He would first place you in the picnic blanket, then starts to make sweet love, seeing such beauty, it makes him believe that he’s in heaven. In cloud nine. It just makes him melt seeing how pretty you are, thinking that it’s only them in the world.

E-Experience ( How experienced are they? Do they know what their doing?)

I’m sure everyone knows that he knows what he is doing. He only had an affair once, the mans not clueless, BUT doesn’t know part of the human anatomy works. So when he gets the chance he’ll study a bit. Which is quite similar, then he’ll know. (Like come on he has a kid, he knows what he’s doing lol) There may be times where he wants you to show him how your body works, he’ll get this gist of it can continue.

F-Favorite position (ya know positions)

Any position that he can control and/or eat between your legs. And that’ll also make you grab his horns. Yeah I know, but he knows he’s a big man and he really doesn’t want to hurt you. You’re the love of his life, and hurting you would hurt him.

He’s more into a missionary position, (either the normal or legs up version). Also he may have a mini heat cycle (yeah I know he’s a turtle, but also a half dragon), of course this position would be doggy style. Another position would be the butterfly, he can easily grab your legs, and go in carefully.

But one position that got his attention is when you told him if they could ride him while he sat face to face. Bowser was shock but intrigued. He would just hold on to your thighs, making putting you slowly, so they wouldn’t get hurt until his partner said to fully release them to continue the job. Those words make him shock a lighting through his body. He did enjoyed though. Same position different place would be when you both take a bath, but it’s a rare thing.

G-Goofy (is the man goofy or romantic)

He’s romantic, like come on look at him. He’s so sweet and loving and wants nothing more, but to satisfy his partner. If there is a moment where you feel a bit weird, an uncomfortable feeling, he’ll stop and ask you questions. If you’re confident enough, he’ll continue.

H-Hair (are they groomed or not)

The man is constantly washing himself, he really cares about hygiene, makes him feel good. He tried shaving his entire thing, but did not like it at all, so he just continues to trim. He takes care really well. His hairs down there are a bit darker than his actual hair and brows.

I-Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You both have a strong intimacy. You both can feel the power and love, it’s so strong nothing can make you both break. If he sees that you are tearing up a bit, he’ll lick them then kiss them, giving you reassurance. He just keeps soothing around your body, wanting to make you feel special.

J-Jacking off (self explanatory, does he do it)

He’s never really had a urge to do it to he honest. If he finds out he’s turned on he’ll either try to make himself busy or he’ll go ask Y/N if they could do it.

K-Kink (What’s his kink)

Praise him! Praise that man! He loves it! He’s never been called such nice words and hearing you say stuff makes him flustered and gets really lovestuck by you.

Breeding kink! He would want to have kids with you. Just the thought of having kids with you is amazing, i mean Y/N considers Baby Jr their own loving child, but Bowser wants a huge family.

I thinks that’s about it though. Nothing too extreme. He would not want to hurt you or call you foul names! What’s wrong with you? He’s trying to soothe you and you’re telling him to call you terrible names?! Big turn off for him.

L-Location (where does he do it)

He loves to keep the romantic sides in public, showing you off. But the moment you want to have sex, it’s in the bedroom always. (And locked lol) You both have more privacy there. He hates the idea of getting caught, puts him unease. Someone saw the king naked, and most importantly their partner?! No, he has boundaries.

M-Motivation (what makes him motivation to make love to you)

He isn’t exactly the type where he hears your voice and gets a boner. He really loves it when you wear matched “outfits” with him. (bracelets, clothes that are similar to Bowsers skin color, necklaces, earrings etc etc) he gets really intimate.

N-No (things what he won’t do)

Extreme kinks, that will hurt you or him. Foul language to you or him. Weapons, rope, bondage, no none of that.

O-Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He can spend hours and hours between your legs, hearing your sweet moans over and over. Taking you in so well, kissing your stomach. He loves the way you taste. loves the noises you make as well as he moves his face closer. It turns him on even more when you hold onto his horns. The man’s kissing you and leaving tiny bite marks, not too hard though, just small fragile cat bites.

But if your the one giving, he stokes your hair as you suck him, he’s not forcing you into him, he wants you to take your time, even if it causes him to overstimulate, and when you start rubbing his thigh be ready for him to explode

P-Pacing (he slow? Fast extreme?)

He is a slow man, he wants to reach every part of you, taking his time with you, kissing every inch of your body, till you give him a sign to go fast. Which then he proceeds to go fast but a tiny bit rough, but it feels so amazing. (Sometimes the bed squeaks)

Q-Quickie (their opinions on quickies.)

Nope, not for him. He would rather have the entire meal than just a snack.

R-Risk (are they about risk something?)

He’ll try about anything with your consent. If you don’t like something then he won’t do it. Sometimes both of you get curious to try out things, but it just depends if you both enjoy it really. As long as he’s not hurting you nor you hurting him.

S-Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Holy sheesh! Bowser can keep going as much as he can since his stamina is so high, he can go round after round, but he does know the limit of going over and over again since your body is fragile, so he’ll only limit himself if that’s what you desire.

T-Toys (Do they use toys?)

No, Bowser would very much prefer you than the toy.

U-unfair

He only teases you for a short moment of time. But likes to make everything even towards both of you. He likes pinning your arms onto the bed and tease you about it

V-Volume (is he quiet or loud)

He’s loud, his grunts, moans, a tiny bit of whimpers are loud! But he reminds himself controls his loudness due to not wanting people to hear and also since you have sensitive ears as well. But you find them quite hot that he’s trying not to be loud.

Wildcard (random headcanon)

Hmm…

X-Xrays (what’s under there?)

Bigger than your average size. He’s girthy and huge. Has small three ridges and every time he gets turn on they get hard as well.

Y- Yearning (is there sex drive up or down?)

His sex drive is average, just like how a decent healthy relationship would be. But of course when his heating cycle comes… it’s out of the house, and doesn’t want no person to be beside you only him.

Z-Zzzz (does he sleep afterwards?)

He’ll cuddle with you, either trying to wrap his leg into yours or his tail. He doesn’t sleep until you do and just stared into your beauty, thinking how did someone ever fell in love with him? His life was peaceful and felt so loved by his partner who changed his life. He’ll always keep you close in fear of losing you.

I like Bowser :3

Hopefully I wrote this good, if you don’t agree with some of these that’s alright :D

#bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #bowserabc #bowserxreadersmut #bowser #bowser x you

[niuniente]

Sorry if this is too much to ask! But do you ever think you to do a quick drawing tutorial? Or like, what brushes you use, the canvas size you usually use, and what you think may help besides "draw and practice every day" (because while that is solid advice I am curious about your thoughts)

I have little bits here and there but a one big info package sounds good :3 My way of working is a bit chaotic compared to (most?) many artists lol.

I use Fire Alpaca and my drawing tabled it XP Pen Artist 13.3 Pro (SUPER RECOMMENDED!!). My drawing canvas is 5555 x 7777 pixels wide. I like to draw in big sizes as when you resize an image smaller, its quality becomes better. Thus, I can draw extremely messy stuff and it still looks nice when resized. Because of this messiness and big canvas, I can sometimes draw with my non-dominant hand, too, and it still looks fine!

See here for more examples of how messy my stuff is before resizing!

I don't use any fancy brushes. My way of drawing digitally is to mimic traditional medium drawing as much as possible. The less the program does things for me, the better!

I use just the ordinary Fire Alpaca brush. I have no set size for the brush but I change it based on what I need - anything from 18pxl to 38 pxls. I think the average is around 24-26pxls. I have anti-aliasing on and my stabilizer is set to 33 (Global setting).

For a bucket, my settings are the following: Tolerance 27, Anti-aliasing on and expand on 1 (albeit I edit this one if needed).

For texture, I can use a Flat brush (you see this in blood a lot). I have a few round brushes for chains and other small details but I use them so rarely it really doesn't even count. For front views, I enjoy using Symmetry brush.

I use lots and lots of references! The best thing with references is that when you repeat a same thing with a reference, you will eventually learn how to draw it without one. References are every artist's friends! Always, always, always go for a reference and don't hesitate to trace stuff to learn and figure basic shapes for your stuff. (But trace other people art privately for learning purposes only, as everyone draws and paints with different lines and strokes)

I generally draw with a free hand without sketching, unless the pose is difficult. I always draw a head on its own layer so that I don't have to worry is the body right size to the head. I can edit both freely when they are on their individual layers. For layers, I use only multiply if needed.

Here's a video of my typical drawing process with a free hand (sped up). If the above link doesn't work, go here. You'll find more tagged as #niu_video

WHAT ELSE?

（￣︶￣）↗　Here's a tutorial how I draw white lines on black

（￣︶￣）↗　Here's a tutorial how I edit photos to black and white backgrounds

（￣︶￣）↗ Here's my Youtube channel with a video of how I use references. There are more examples on my Patreon in wip-folder.

#ask niu #tutorial #niu drawings

[dotieeee]

The Dream That Got Away

Chapter 3

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

This is a multi-chapter fic — updates will be erratic, but I’ve outlined almost everything in this fic, so you have my word I’ll complete this

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Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

Morpheus is DARK – in canon, he changes for the better (or at least, tries to – but we don’t do canon lol, so he goes even more batshit crazy) cue obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, powerplay

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

This chapter’s warnings:

graphic descriptions of violence

implied death

some non-con touching

You have been warned!! Proceed with caution!!!

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Chapter 3: True Intentions

Link to the previous chapter

Every part of you stills at Nuros’ revelation. It doesn’t even register to you that Nuros wraps her arms around you, bawling her eyes out in her need for comfort; you automatically hug her back, staring absently at the sand and unable to process what happened.

The moment you do, however, she lets go of you abruptly like she was stung by your touch. It’s obvious that she’s still uncomfortable around you, so you don’t push her any further. Still, you had to know: “Nuros, why was she banished?”

You see a momentary shadowy look in her expression when she looks at you, but you think you must’ve imagined it, for she looks away and focuses on the still waters before you.

“I don’t know. You were looking for her, were you not?”

“I was.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have.”

With one final sniffle, she wipes her face with her sleeves and gets to her feet. You immediately follow suit, mumbling, “Nuros, I’m so sorry about Candor.” You mean it, and you hope she sees that, too.

“I have to go,” is her only response to you before walking away and diving into the sea of dreams, leaving you alone again, only this time, there’s no Candor looking back at you, mouthing an apology. You release a sob you didn’t know you were holding back, and for the first time in your existence, you recognize ‘grief’ wash over you as you mourn over the loss of the first meaningful connection you sought by yourself. Did you unknowingly cause all of this? Did Candor get unmade just because you were so keen on getting answers?

Judging by the dreams you have left the humans with today, you couldn’t get your mind off Candor’s fate. Mentally, you note the names of the dreamers down, promising to get back to them to give them a better experience and possibly amend any mistakes you may have made. You wonder if it was better for you to take the day off, instead of wandering about the dreams of humans in such a fragile mental state. The Fates forbid nightmares feed off the traces of sorrow you left behind in the dreams and turn them against the dreamer. You’ve seen it happen a handful of times and the worst one by far was an incident you couldn’t let go of for weeks on end.

It was in the dreams of a mother struggling to connect with her child – Anna Harold, a factory worker. Despite feeling worried that day about something you could no longer remember, you made a dream that nudged her into taking a day off work and walking with her son to the park. You left her dream confident that this was a small, but adequate step forward to rekindling their connection. On your next visit, however, a horrific sight greeted you – the park that you left bustling with laughter from children and loving looks from their onlooking parents was dead silent, except for that anguished wailing piercing the dream. It was that of Anna’s, screaming her son’s name repeatedly into the wind in a frenzied search, her little boy nowhere to be found. Later in the library, you find in her book of dreams that a nightmare named Imnioch had taken traces of your depleted mental state and combined it with Anna’s constant worrying about her child. It created a nightmare so vivid and realistic that Anna had developed a fear of parks and being alone with her own little kid, therefore distancing herself further from him at the age he needed her the most.

It was a tiny error that you obsessively spent most of your free time attempting to undo, even as you watched the poor mother’s mental health deteriorate. It took the Lord Morpheus himself to coax you out of your rut. “Whether it be a dream or a nightmare, all play a part in shaping the lives of mortals in the Waking World. We are mirrors to their waking lives and the reflections they find staring back at them is but theirs to interpret – they can either choose to face that or run away from it.” He reminded you gently, and you took that lesson by heart.

Deciding it’s more for the dreamers’ sake than yours, you make your way back to the Realm to call it a day. The sun is still bright in the Dreaming, so you traverse through the bustling town center, taking in the sight of the Dreaming residents going about their happy, quaint lives. You take a deep breath of fresh air, noting the smell of flowers from the florist’s shop and the fresh pastries from the corner bakery. You’re sorely tempted to pop by and get a couple of croissants, knowing they’re a thousand times better than what you’ve had in any of the human’s dreams. You stroll to the bakery with nothing but thoughts of the buttery, flaky pastry. You walk by an empty alley and for a split-second, out of the corner of your eye, you see a tall, shadowy figure emerge out of nowhere. Your hairs stand on its end, senses on high alert. You turn to face the alley, but see nothing but the end of it, just empty wooden crates stacked on top of each other haphazardly.

Behind you.

Craving now pushed aside, you whip your head swiftly to the direction the Voice whispered, and true enough, there he was, partially hidden behind a shop corner a few blocks away: Dream of the Endless.

His starry-blue eyes hold your gaze, then disappears into the alley beside the shop in the blink of an eye. You race toward the direction where he vanished, hoping to prove you weren’t just hallucinating and losing your marbles. Whether or not you were being tailed mattered less now – you had to speak with him and learn the truth about what happened to Candor directly from him. You reach the exact spot where he was just moments ago, but there was no one in there, too. You take long strides, looking up and down the street, but all you see is a shop owner clad in a dirty apron emerging from his shop’s backdoor and a couple of cats feasting on a freshly caught rat. Still high on adrenaline, you turn to face the other direction with the intent of running back to the center of the plaza to scan the area for signs of him.

Instead, you collide with something solid, and you find your wrists grappled firmly, holding you still.

Looking up, you find the Dream Lord himself peering at you through his long eyelashes, face mere inches away from yours.

“Looking for me, my dream?” he drawls, his warm breath fanning your face.

“My Lord…” You manage to let out. “I…was w-wondering whether we could t-talk.”

With half-lidded eyes pinning you to place, he counters, “We’re talking now. Unless you prefer somewhere more…private?”

The way he slowly whispers the last word and leans impossibly closer brings heat to your cheeks you've never felt before. Your breathing quickens even more, your heart beating so loudly you swear he could feel it with his proximity. Without waiting for a response, his sand closes in on both of you, and in an instant, you find yourself transported to your favorite garden on the palace grounds. He finally lets go of you and takes a few steps back, but his mildly gleeful expression at your reaction to him does not escape you.

“What did you want to talk about, my Mera?”

Why do I always happen to see you? You’re sorely tempted to ask this, but your words falter, and instead, you question him, “What happened to Candor?”

“I take it you’ve met with her sister?”

You only nod in response, lowering your head to avoid that intense stare of his.

“Candor had escaped to the Waking World and abandoned her duties to the Dreaming.”

Gaping at him, you whisper, “No, that can’t be…”

Gazing far into the expansive view of the Realm that the garden overlooks, he continues, “I’m afraid it is true, my little dream. She has disobeyed me. She would have continued to do so, had I not acted. There are dreams who stray from their purpose, my Mera. I give all my creations the gift of free will so that they may think for themselves and choose the right thing to do. However, they can be corrupted with the same wiles humans so easily fall into.”

To say you were stunned is an understatement. If Candor truly had intentions of leaving the Dreaming and escaping to the Waking World, she had not shown any signs of it during your brief meeting with her a few days ago. It seems she has hidden it so well. You hadn’t known the dream you called your friend, after all.

“There are others like her. Not just dreams. Nightmares. Wandering the Waking World, terrorizing the dreamers.” He says darkly.

His attention on you once more, he slowly closes the gap between you. You stare pointedly at the blooms on the flower bed behind him, wanting to avoid his glower.

“When I walked into your conversation with Candor, I thought she had corrupted you,” he says, his voice heavily laced with venom. “I thought she had influenced you to turn away from my Realm. From me.”

With his thumb and forefinger, he lifts your chin, making you look into his eyes that seem to penetrate your entire being. His voice, however, becomes softer, barely above a whisper. “I should have known better. You have remained devoted to me and your duties to my dreamers. You have kept the promise you made me the day I created you. I have faith your dedication to me will not waiver. You are, after all, my perfect little dream.”

You stay rooted to the spot, unable to respond. Your Lord’s praise would’ve sent you floating in the clouds in your earlier days. But right now, they only leave you with a sinking feeling in your stomach, amplified by that Voice persistently muttering runrunrun.

Dream of the Endless lets go of his hold on your chin and says, “You should go.”

With a hard look on his face and a clenched jaw, his eyes follow you as you bolt into the palace until you were out of sight. He had come so close to taking you into his arms and finally claiming your lips with his, but once more he needed to repress that impulse when he detected a trace of fear in your features. It was almost imperceptible, but he was your creator – it’s only natural that he recognizes even these subtlest of changes. He loathed seeing that emotion in your eyes, so he will have to make a move and rectify that. Perhaps he had indeed been brash in sentencing that insubordinate dream that dared reveal his intentions to you without his permission, but in the end, he remains firm in his decision to unmake her, for he would’ve surely lost you had she revealed everything to you. The lie he had told you was only necessary to quell your already-growing suspicion.

Then, there’s her less outspoken older sister, a dream named Nuros. She could interfere with, or even ruin his plans, unless he makes a move that would transform her into an important pawn in the game he is hard set on winning. His choice already made, he draws sand from his pouch and sets to work.

***

You step into the palace kitchen, greeting Taramis, the Palace head waiter, on your way in. At this time of day, the kitchen isn’t so busy – save for a few of the kitchen staff cutting vegetables in preparation for ‘brunch,’ an entirely recent trend inspired by the humans in Britain who liked taking their first meal on Sunday between the hours of ten in the morning and one in the afternoon. Staying out of their way as much as you can, you make yourself a large cup of tea and head to the staff dining area just beside the kitchen.

There, alone with your thoughts, you contemplate freely on the conversation you shared with your master yesterday. You were infinitely relieved that you had no hand in Candor’s punishment, but after the Dream Lord had dismissed you, you had run away feeling bewildered at his rather…puzzling actions towards you.

“Haven’t you ever noticed how he acts so differently around you?”

Candor’s words in the dream played in your head hauntingly. Fortunately, the scullery maid collecting the dirty dishes drops a piece of silverware, and the resounding clang echoes in the otherwise empty dining hall, shaking you out of your intrusive thoughts.

You finish your tea, resolving to mentally block these musings out – the Dream Lord had much on this mind, you know this to be true. The least you can do was help him by helping his dreamers, and you know very well that overthinking isn’t going to do anything. Depositing your empty cup in the used dishes section, you mosey your way out of the hall into the kitchen, grabbing an apple from one of the baskets on your way out. You’re approaching the way to the library, debating whether or not you want to take a detour, but in the end, you opt against it – you worked only half the day yesterday, so you had to make up for your missed hours today.

“Mera!”

Turning to the voice and the sound of hurried footsteps, you see Lucienne making a beeline toward you.

“Lucienne, hi!” You greet her with a wave.

“Good morning,” she greets back, handing you a small note folded in half. “This came from Nuros.”

Curiously, you take the note and read it quietly.

“Mera,

Meet me in the dream of Stanley Fitzgerald.

Nuros”

Feeling Lucienne’s piercing stare, you look up at her mildly worried expression. “Are you both alright?” She asks.

You hesitate for a second but flash her a reassuring smile anyway. “Yeah, it’s nothing. Thank you, Lucienne.”

With an eyebrow raised, she offers you a questioning look. You mentally pray to the Fates that she doesn’t press you any further.

Finally, she lets out a sigh and says, “Well, then, take care at work. Oh, and do drop by later if you feel like it. Wilbur Maxwell seems to have started a new draft. By any chance, do you know why he’s switched genres? He seems to be leaning into psychological horror as of late.”

You give her a nervous chuckle. “Sure, I’ll be there. I’ll explain later.”

With a final grin, Lucienne saunters off the hall and back to the library.

Releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, you bite nervously into the apple before running off to work.

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Finding Stanley Fitzgerald’s dream was easy – fighting the urge to flee from it was not.

For one, the dream was nothing but empty white space – it wasn’t even a room, it was just miles and miles of endless white. Second: a few feet from where you landed, was a small black spot of what looked like a shiny liquid you couldn’t classify. Third: coming from the black spot were waves upon waves of pure murderous intent – the evil that emanated from it was so palpable you were internally fighting the need to violently hurl what little contents your stomach had.

Still, Nuros had a reason for bringing you here, and waiting for her to show up would give you the answer.

You sit, cross-legged, eyeing the black spot warily. It seems to have small curls of smoke coming through, and it looked like it had grown by a tiny bit, but you deduce that it probably was the effect of the empty white space that surrounded you, making anything else inside stand out.

A few moments pass, and you feel Nuros’s presence pierce the dream. With a soft thud, you hear her land behind you. You leap to your feet and face her.

“You’re here,” she deadpans.

With equal fervor, you respond, “No, I’m just a figment of your imagination.”

Slowly, she lets out a mirthless laugh, almost hysterical, which sends a shiver down your spine.

“You think you’re so damn clever.” She bites back, animosity marring her features.

Guessing where this was going, you retort, “Look, if you asked me to come here because you’re looking for a fight, I’m not taking the bait.”

You turn your back on her, grateful for an excuse to leave the unnerving dream. You’re about to will yourself back to the waters and finally start working, but behind you, you hear her mutter under her breath.

“This is for Candor.”

The next thing you know, you’re landing face down on the black puddle, your palms sliding on the slimy sludge to mitigate your fall.

“What the fuck, Nuros –”

“You deserve everything that’s coming to you.” Her voice was cold, indifferent.

Cursing loudly, you try to get up, but the black liquid, now freely releasing black smoke, holds you down in a vice-like grip. The puddle is expanding right before your eyes, and you’re engulfed in the noxious gasses it’s emitting. You attempt to wriggle out of it with all your strength, but to your horror, the liquid creeps up further to your arms and your legs, lending you immobile.

Coughing violently from the fumes of sulfur invading your senses, you choke out, “Nuros, help me…”

You crane your neck as far as you can to look at her – only to find her wide-eyed and terrified at the scene unfolding before her.

By now, the black puddle had spread across the floor immensely and the black smoke starts converging to its center, forming a solid mass.

Right before you materializes a creature you’ve only seen in an obscure book in the royal library – with the body of an angel and the head of an owl: a demon.

Andras.

It holds its palm out to the smoke, and out from it emerges a sharp, gleaming silver sword.

“HOW FOOLISH OF YOU TO COME HERE, CREATURE OF THE DREAMING.” Its voice, the voice of thousands of agonized souls, echoes throughout the white space.

It takes slow, deliberate steps toward your writhing form. “YOU SEE, I HAVE TAKEN OVER THIS SOUL. I LIVE IN IT NOW. I LIKE IT HERE.”

It crouches down and fists your hair violently to see your face better, earning a hiss from you.

“I’M GOING TO ENJOY RIPPING YOU APART, LIMB BY DAINTY LIMB.”

“Go to hell, demon,” is all you manage, glaring at it with all the hate you could muster. Every portion of your insides crawl with the energy oozing from the demon – it is one of bloodthirst, unquenchable and undying, making you want to drag your nails all over your skin to get it off you.

Struggling to look up at it, you watch as it focuses momentarily on your unwilling companion. “BOO.”

You couldn’t see Nuros’ reaction, but you hear her scream and feel her presence leave the dream in haste, leaving you at the mercy of Andras.

The beak of the demon opens wide as it emits an otherworldly howling unlike anything you’ve ever heard, the sound almost breaking your eardrums. It’s only after a few moments that you realize the demon wasn’t screaming – it was laughing: insane, horrid, malicious.

With an evil glint shining in its beady eyes, it lets go of your hair, grabbing your arm forcefully.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I’VE MANAGED TO STAY IN THIS PATHETIC HUMAN’S BODY? THREE YEARS.”

“THAT IS ONE…” And with his sword he cuts a single line on your skin, drawing blood – “TWO…” – he carves another one, deeper this time – “THREE.” The last gash he inflicts on your skin scrapes bone, causing you to let out a scream reverberating throughout the entire hellish place.

You stare at the blood flowing out of your wounds disappearing into the black sludge, seemingly being absorbed. The demon’s liquid covers the cuts – you could feel it suckling, hungry for more.

“I HAVE NOT HAD DREAMING BLOOD IN FEW MILLENIA, I FORGOT JUST HOW DELECTABLE IT IS. I WILL ENJOY EVERY DROP OF IT.”

Helpless and getting weaker by the second, you can only ogle at it as it switches to your other side and holds out your other arm.

“FIVE MILLENIA, TO BE EXACT. ONE, TWO –”

“ANDRAS!”

You look wildly for the source of the booming voice that called the demon out. Your vision now getting blurry, you hone in on the tall form of the King of Dreams, his cloak billowing behind him. He meets your fluttering vision with his – pure onyx in rabid rage – it’s the last thing you see before giving into sweet oblivion.

***

Wake up, now.

With a start, you get up, frantically digging your nails into your skin to get that repulsive, evil thing off –

But someone firmly wraps you in their warm embrace, stilling your form.

“Sshh, my little dream. You are safe, you are with me.”

Lord Morpheus coos into your ears, one hand holding the back of your head close to his chest, the other rubbing your back to soothe your trembling torso. Despite your initial fear and confusion, you melt in his hold, the timbre of his voice finally calming you down. After what seems like an eternity in his embrace, he finally releases you.

Your eyes dart around quickly, and you recognize the room you’re in – it was the same room you woke up in after losing consciousness right in front of the Dream Lord.

As if sensing your thoughts, he says, “I brought you where you’ll be safest – in my chambers.”

Your back visibly straightens at his words, your heart suddenly beating faster for no reason. His hands cup both your cheeks, but you avert your eyes – thankfully he seems to think you’re still in shock, for he tries to assure you: “My Mera, look at me. No one will harm you here.”

You give him a furtive nod as you stare into those striking, blue eyes – they’re so tender now, so why on earth am I so fucking nervous? You wonder to yourself.

His gaze hardens, eyes almost turning icy silver, he says, “You must tell me who sent you to that dream.”

Vehemently, you shake your head (at least, as much as you could) in his grip.

“My dream, they shall seek to hurt you again if they are not stopped.”

Tears start streaming down your cheeks, which he wipes away with his thumb. “Please, she was only hurt…”

The Dream Lord’s expression turns vengeful as the name finally dawns on him. He lets go of you and gets to his feet. “I shall see to it that she is punished for her actions. I do not easily forgive those who dare touch what is mine.”

Wanting to put an end to all this, you quickly grab the Dream Lord’s hand as he turns away to leave. Pleadingly, you find his steely gaze and say, “She has suffered enough, my Lord. Please…”

You see him take a moment to make his decision, but his gaze softens. With his one hand clasping yours, he lifts your chin with the other. “I shall only have a word with her, then. But make me a promise.”

To his side, his sand spins and compresses before vanishing, revealing in it a gold chain with a small, shiny ruby in the middle. He takes the jewelry and places it on your head like a crown.

“Keep this headpiece on you at all times. It is, I’m afraid, purely decorative, but it will serve its purpose of letting every being in the Dreaming know to never mess with you again.”

Nodding just to appease him and take his mind off retribution, you manage to say, “Thank you, Lord Morpheus, for everything.”

He seemingly relaxes at your words and gives you a warm smile. “I’m putting you off work until I’m certain the threat has been handled.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he stops you with a finger to your lips. “No arguments, my dream. Rest well.”

Slowly, his sand wraps around you, lulling you back into unconsciousness.

***

After a week of being out of commission, you come to a surprising conclusion: being placed on forced leave sucks.

You were bored all the time, restless – it doesn’t help that when you’re alone with your thoughts, you are plagued by memories of that owlish demon and its black slime – you can still hear its mad cackling, feel the cold blade of his sword on your skin and the liquid sucking your blood – you’re only glad that the scars have completely disappeared without a single trace. So, every chance you got you helped Lucienne out in the library, sorting the piles upon piles of new books that find their way into the Realm. When there weren’t books left to sort, you buried yourself in reading the past dreams you have helped create, noting the tiny mistakes in detail to make your work more accurate and refined. When that was over, you decided to pick books from the library at random to see if the dreamer in the book might benefit from your visit in the future.

That was how you ended up with a heap of hastily scribbled notes on one of your favorite long desks hidden among the seemingly endless rows of shelves in the C wing. At the moment you had an inventor named Harry Mulligan’s book of dreams propped open, comparing his dreams with that of the other inventors you had visited in the past. You notice he hasn’t dreamt about anything new lately – he kept coming back to a memory he has of his patent being rejected, and to a dream of his machinery coming to life before his eyes and chasing him on legs made of screwdrivers. Funny as it sounds, you surmise that he must’ve developed a fear of being critiqued for his inventions and you could perhaps schedule a visit to him as soon as your “exile” is over.

Curious as to what that patent might have been, you saunter to the H section to look for his name. Grabbing his patent from the shelf, you turn on your heel to return to your desk. You stop dead in your tracks and let out an audible gasp as soon as you see the Dream Lord standing before you at his full height, blocking your path.

“My Lord! You gave me quite a fright, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“My apologies, little dream, I seem to have startled you.”

He steps forward, closing the distance between you. Unconsciously you start backing away, at least until your back hits the wooden shelf.

He stares at you with an intensity you can’t describe. He finally corners you, your face mere inches from his chest, never breaking eye contact – until his eyes land on the book you’re holding close to your chest. He pries the book from your grip and inspects the covers.

He makes a tutting sound and flashes you an amused grin, his tone teasing you. “You’re still working, even when I ordered you to rest? You’re being naughty.”

Averting your gaze, you shudder inwardly at his proximity, your heart rate spikes, and your breathing turns into shallow gasps. You almost jump when he tosses the book unceremoniously on the desk behind him.

“But don’t think for a moment that I don’t appreciate what you do for the Dreaming, my Mera. Your devotion to my Realm, and in turn, to me – it touches me, it enthralls me.”

With half-lidded eyes, he whispers the final words of his sentence so huskily you can feel the warmth of his breath on your cheeks. You think of stepping to your side to put some distance between you; but, being one step ahead, he uses his palms to lean on the shelf, effectively trapping you.

“You are truly perfect for the role I have planned for you.”

Hastily changing the topic, you stammer, “I n-never got to thank you properly for s-saving me, my Lord.”

Grinning more widely than ever, he dips his head further, his lips almost touching yours.

“You can thank me now.”

You turn your head to the side, but he’s not having it; he takes a hold of your chin and forces your gaze back to him.

“I almost lost you that day, my Mera. I will not have anyone else touch what is mine ever again.”

Then, he crashes his lips on yours.

In the dreams of humans, the first kisses you witnessed were soft, timid, and chaste – the way your master was kissing you is anything but. His kiss is fevered, passionate, wanting to suck every breath out of you. His hand travels to your back to keep you from squirming, the other to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. You feel his tongue demand entrance, but you keep your lips shut in your shock until he starts stroking the side of your waist in circles, eliciting a gasp from you. He takes this opportunity to slip his tongue inside you, tasting your mouth and forcing your tongue to move against his.

It was at that moment you finally grasp the meaning behind the heavy looks he has been giving as of late; it was a look of wanton hunger, repressed for a long time, now wanting to devour. And if his kiss is anything to go by, he will not stop until he's fully sated his thirst, and you're totally consumed in his fire.

The King of Dreams sits on his throne, majestic and imposing; before him, an errant being of his creation, stands awaiting his sacred word. His cold, unwavering eyes match his tone as he addresses his subject.

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Chapter Bonus:

“My task for you was simple. Yet you still failed miserably.”

Cowering before the monarch, the subject in question pleads, “My Lord, I have d-done exactly what you asked…I brought her to the dream as you said –”

Dream silences her with a look. “My instructions were clear: that no injury shall befall her.”

Now dissolving into piteous sobs, she kneels before her Lord, attempting to evoke forgiveness. “Lord Morpheus, p-please. You promised you’d bring her b-back…”

Feigning consideration, he responds, “Indeed, I gave my word that you and your sister will be reunited after you complete your mission.”

“Thank you, my liege –”

Cutting her off, he continues, “I did not, however, specify my method.”

“No…have mercy…!”

"You may join your sister in the darkness, where you shall be together until I command so."

With a lazy flick of his wrist, the rebellious dream dissolves into mere sand, leaving no trace except a tiny skull that drops on the throne room floor with an echoing clatter.

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Please engage, like, reblog, comment, send predictions, etc, I’d love feedback from everyone!!

I’d like to thank @queenshelby @endlessdreamqueen3 encouraging me to pen this baby

Also, fellow Dark!Morpheus fic writers whose work I’ve thoroughly enjoyed and keep rereading

Thank you!!

Post date: 11/06/22

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genre: non!idol kun x reader established relationship tings, mostly fluff but kinda angsty, comfort

cw/note: insecurities about looks and abilities, mentions of working out, bad eating habits, anxiety a bit, light descriptions of a depressive episode, reader is mentioned wearing makeup, tysm anon! i hope you're doing okay and this could bring you a little bit of comfort wherever you are. im sorry for not being as active recently, im going thru it lol. love doesn't fix everything ofc but i hope this makes someone feel better

he'd caught you finally sleeping peacefully.

kun had noticed you waking up extra early to go on runs. he's seen you replace meals with protein bars and shakes. he'd also seen you withdraw from yourself. spending extra care avoiding your reflection in the mirror when you stepped out of the shower with him.

this is the first time in a long time, that kun has seen you take steady breaths and not worry about what you look like.

your eyelashes hit the apple of your cheek that's squished against his bicep you landed on during the night. he kept his right hand rested on your hipbone, running his thumb in circles along your warm skin. his left hand, free from the weight of your head, is busy twirling the ends of your hair into ringlets.

he wanted you to sleep for as long as you wanted, but he couldn't help but press the softest and lightest kiss to your puffed out pout. seeing you take in a sharp breath, stirring in your sleep he coos lightly and squeezes the side of your hip he was holding.

you rub your cheek on his bicep and he chuckles, a smile makes it way on your lips at the sound, you flutter your eyes open, looking up at kun through your lashes. he looks down at you with such adoration it kind of makes you want to hide and apologize.

he could see how far away you were beginning to get, how lost in your thoughts you go again. how hazy and glossy your eyes got and how quickly you snapped back into that mindset again. he wished you could hold on to the innocence and unknowing when you first wake up. he found that this was maybe the best time to ask.

"what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?" he rasps, as he traces your hairline with his pointer finger.

"hmhph... nothing?"

"you're a really bad liar y/n" he bares a sad smile, you downcast your gaze and he follows his head down to catch your eyes back, capturing your chin with right hand that rested on your lower waist, pointer finger and thumb pulling you up to his brown eyes.

"i know..." he could feel you physically crumbling.

you hid your face in his chest once you saw how his gaze carried a sea of worry he squeezes you as a sense of reassurance, allowing you to finally let him know what was going on with you.

kun always had a way of making you confess what was wrong. you always felt so guilty for wanting to hide your emotions and troubles from him because he's always been so mature about stuff like that. so patient and willing to wait. never pressing you for answers. just leaving slight hints that he knows more than what he leads on, and that he's gonna be here to solve the problem.

this cycle has repeated a few times before as your relationship progressed. you both got into the swing of gauging what to do once you, or him, got into moods like this where you felt like the way you looked and behaved was nothing to be loved or proud of.

still hiding your face from him, you start, "i feel like im lying to everyone kun. even you. i do my makeup to look better, i stay awake longer to study and cramp knowing there's no point because i'm just bad at math anyway, no clothes look okay on me and i feel like the way i'm handling things is constantly making everything everyone else's problem. im too loud, i can't stand eating anymore and i don't feel like doing anything anymore."

you chocked back a sob and continued with the support of kun's hand tracing up and down your spine, "-and i don't know what to do because you've never made me feel like i should view myself negatively or- or dwell on things i can't change, but i just, wan't control back... i hate feeling like you are forced to deal with me because you're scared of how i'll react or what i'll do. i get so in my head and i can't ever seem to slow the gears from turning..."

he could tell there was more you wanted to say. but it seems as though you couldn't put into words all that your body and mind felt, feelings too big to put into human language.

"im sorry, i just" you huff, "i- i don't know... what to do anymore kun, im sorry i keep neglecting myself, i, ugh, i hate making you worry! im sorry, i really really am," your voice was so small.

his shirt was soaked at this point. his own tears falling down his chin and landing on the back of your neck he'd dug his head into while you ranted.

his soft voice broke through your whimpers, "i know love, i know, its not your fault. it's okay to feel like this sometimes. i'm not going to sit here and tell you that i don't lie awake at night wondering if you've eaten or if work is going okay for you. there were times where i wanted nothing but to sit with you and make all your meals for you, making sure you ate, and even waking up before you to interrogate you about your running habits. there were so many scenarios and ideas running through my head about how i wanted to comfort you but i never wanted you to feel smothered. i really do hope you know that i've noticed, and i really and truly believe that you're the most beautiful person i've gotten the privilege of making coffee for, showering with, laughing with, knowing, everything. i love it when you sit in bed barefaced, i love it when you wear the color red, i love it when you come to me for help, i love bragging about how cool and pretty you are to people, i love bragging about how my partner could become a model if they really wanted to because they're-" peck "just" peck "that" peck "gorgeous, inside and out, as corny as that is."

he ends his sentiment with a large smile, knocking both of your noses together as you both giggle.

you cover your face with both palms.

circling his hands over your wrist, he slowly pulls them away.

"don't," he whispers, holding eye contact.

"you don't need to change anything about your appearance to keep me entertained?? okay? your body is the least important thing about you... it does help how hot it is but..."

smack!

"ow!! its true!! ugh okay okay," his smile widens as he sees how free you look for the first time in a while. head thrown back as far as the position allows, eyes crinkled as he feels the spot where his hand rested on your waist scrunch and twist with every way you giggled. he poked and prodded and the skin, making a blush dust over the apples of your cheeks.

"i hope i can be that for you too, qian kuunnn" you drag his name out, so prettily, he feels like he's gonna melt right into the bed onto the floor.

"oh trust me, you do more for me than i've ever done for you, you have no idea, really," he says, more seriously than you had seen him since yangyang spilled coffee all over is electric keyboard months back.

"you know i'd literally buy the moon for you, right. like walk over hot coals, help hide a body for you type shit," he admits through giggles and red cheeks.

"im always going to be here to remind though, incase you forget."

hitting his chest playfully, you mumble a sentence joking about how instead, he should reward you with more cuddles since he made you cry so early on a thursday morning.

he obliges happily, grabbing your thigh and slinging you leg over his waist. making it easier to tuck you into him fully. he smells like pistachios and carmel. his hands are so soft against the back of your head. he lulls you to sleep by whispering cheesy lines about how perfect you are and how nothing you could do or the way you look could ever change his perception of you that he's crafted. he runs kisses along the under side of your jaw, all the way to the end of your shoulder just before you fully knock out.

yeah, your boyfriend is kinda a romantic.

#kun fluff #kun imagines #wayv kun #nct kun #nct kun fluff #nct fluff #nct blurb #nct reactions #nct soft blurbs #nct soft hours #nct college au #wayv soft hours #wayv fluff #wayv imagines #nct wayv #wayv x reader #kun x reader #kun fanfic #kun reactions #kun soft hours #kun comfort #nct comfort #kun college au #kun soft blurbs #kun oneshot #kun timestamp #nct timestamps #wayv fanfic #wayv timestamps #wayv reactions

[parkeryangs]

OK BUT THIS IS REALLY INTRIGUING ACTUALLY. tell me more about this 'mattkey' ............

YES ABSOLUTELY OH MY GOD

SO in episode 1 participant observation, the main character, mike walters, claims to be "investigating" a secret online game called woe.begone out of curiosity/boredom, via actually playing the game. w.bg is a series of challenges, the first being that mike had to call his ex-boyfriend and tell him the worst thing he ever did to you.

mike does this, explaining that his "lifelong best friend" (matt) had unexpectedly died in a car crash, and his ex wasn't home at the time/didn't realize how serious the situation was, so he left mike to worry alone before matt's death had actually been confirmed. he tells his ex that he doesn't forgive him and has a breakdown, then waking up the next day to realize that matt wasn't dead and there was no trace of the voicemail he left for his ex. (so, at this point, mike continues to play w.bg, with matt as his "prize")

there's several other challenges he completes, along with another old friend of theirs also playing woe.begone, but the next marker of their relationship is in episode 11 this is only temporary, when mike's woe.begone challenge is to kill the prize from his first challenge— which is obviously matt. he explains the situation, a future version of him shows up to "prove" everything to matt, and ultimately matt slides his gun across the table, mike apologizes, and tells matt he loves him. (i talk more about this in another post)

at the end of season 1, woe.begone contacts mike to tell him that he has to relocate to a government job, a place called o.v.e.r./oldbrush valley energy & resources. he does, with season 2/3 following the start of his time in the valley & continued problem-causing due to w.bg lol. then in episode 35 safehouse, he kills another character and flees o.v.e.r., driving 26 hours to matt's house. he doesn't tell him all the details of what happened, but episode 36 respite is mostly dedicated to mike talking about the few days he spent with matt ("we didn’t need to do anything other than be in each other’s company") (i ramble about matt in 35/36 here)

there's a lot of non-mattkey events that occur, lol, but it gets to a point where matt essentially wants to be involved with a time travel org mike creates called base, but mike kind of keeps him at a distance for reasons unknown (coughs. mike does have a boyfriend he meets at o.v.e.r. and not saying it has anything to do with that but i'm also not Not saying that) and in episode 84 panther, matt helps with stalking two "rogue" iterations of mike and his boyfriend edgar (and i believe this is the first episode where matt has a voice actor?) and continues to do so throughout the current point in the podcast/"about a year" in canon time.

at the end of episode 120 true story, a (drunk) mike transports to matt's house as there was a timeline they'd been in (~e104 to 120ish iirc) where matt was dead once again because of mike. mike gives matt a box of his old stuff, and matt, worrying over mike using time travel when he's drunk lol, brings mike to stay in his spare room (that he mentions he's kept open since mike was last there). mike tells matt he loves him, and matt returns the sentiment.

so YEAH. mattkey my absolute beloved. imo their dynamic is very much "knowing one another better than they know themselves" if that gives you a more direct idea jksdhfjksdf. also college-era mattkey has been brainrotting the fandom recently which might be my fault LOL but pre-wbg mattkey is SO compelling even if only mentioned in passing - i talk about college mattkey here, here, here (kind of), and here, and i wrote a short fic about them here. overall, essentially the catalyst for everything in woe.begone is literally just. matt. like... mike literally rewrites time to keep matt safe and while it's true that mike has a deep relationship with most of his friends, matt is so intrinsically tied to him in a way that nobody else is.

#this is so long grack IM SO SORRY #they are just so important to me. forever and ever. u would really like them i think #mattkey #grack tag #i probably missed some things BUT these are at least the high points i hope lol #askbox #woe.begone #finch chirps

[strangesickness]

mike hanlon pokemon AU posting

brief setup for this particular version of the pokemon AU: the losers are all about 24 here, they aren't very far with their careers (if they have those), and they'd wanted to go on a pokemon journey as kids but hadn't been able to for whatever reason (sonia said no, a lot of them couldn't afford it, and the rest didn't want to go if it wasn't all of them going). this is set in unova, which for non pokemon fans is just. pokemon: america edition, but derry is now a pokemon location.

also the reason the losers are able to afford the pokemon journey is because they pool their money & also richie, eddie, bill, and bev are making winnings as trainers.

before they start back on their journey he had been working at the derry public library while applying for every possible pokemon research position he could find. most of the positions were unpaid internships outside of derry which he couldn't do if he gave up his library job (he'd been living in the library) he'd have to move back home and the commute wouldn't work

he wants to study Weird Little Dudes TM (mostly psychic, ghost, and dark types, but not just them) to better understand the more unknown effects pokemon can have (stuff more complicated than "pikachu thunderbolt"), as well as legendary myths

he is also convinced derry is cursed by a very powerful pokemon (he is correct. mike is always correct to me. even when he isn't. so just keep that in mind)

mike has two partner pokemon before he goes on the journey: a mareep that was his childhood pokemon and a herdier william sent with him when he left home

the mareep sheds like crazy and mike has all this fleece he swears hes going to do something with but it just ends up sitting in storage

he made like one hat over a few weeks while watching TV but very quickly decided it wasn't really for him lol

when they actually go on their journey, mike ends up giving bev most of it and she makes them all winter clothing for camping

mike keeps bringing the losers to haunted and cursed and otherwise spooky locations for his research

the losers are all cowering behind him and he's like "whats wrong guys its just a dead person come back to life in the form of a pokemon" "whats wrong guys it won't hurt you, it'll just make you hallucinate" "whats wrong guys its just the location where 100s of ships have gone missing without a trace"

i think he gets so into his pokemon research he stops feeling fear. like his mortal form will not stop him he will observe this pokemon in its natural habitat. and the pokemon are all either impressed by or terrified of the intense vibes he has when he's researching so they don't hurt him and he continues to feel completely invincible lol (can you tell 2019 mike is one of my favs ever... when he poisoned bill and he's like common bill common i know i poisoned you but like it was for a good reason i swear... his energy is unmatched) (let mike be a little unhinged and offputting... he's allowed)

they encounter a gothitelle and it just stares at all of them and stan's like "what's it... doing...?" and mike's like "oh it's reading our lifespans, don't worry about it"

mike was the one to realize absol didn't actually bring misfortune but were in fact warning for it and it was the first academic piece he had published

he just like. straight up meets a lot of legendary pokemon (basically gods) in his time. he'll leave the group for a few days and he'll come back subtly different and the losers are like. so how was your week? and he's like. i have gained supernatural powers beyond mortal comprehension. i also got lunch.

#more later i love him #mike hanlon #it novel #it stephen king #it 2019 #it 2017 #posts afflicted with a strange sickness

[fiddles-ifs]

Maybe an odd question but does Trace know what tattoos and piercings are? I’m sure they’ve seen them on hikers and people they’ve eaten but do they know that they’re decorations that humans stab into their skin? They can copy the scars of someone they’ve chomped so I’m assuming they could copy someone’s tattoos too? Free art lol.

Trace knows what piercings and tattoos are! They can copy tattoos, but not piercings themselves (i mean. they can. but the jewelry part would be made out of Meat Stuff, since they can't "trace" non-organic material) but copying tattoos involves physically changing the pigment of their cells via melanin production, so it's not a real tattoo and won't be in color. There's also always going to be something vaguely off about the texture, as well.

#greenasks #death of the author

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Whump Intro

Hi, hello! 

Um, I’ve been avoiding this intro bc I am a shy awkward hermit that usually just lurks and likes stuff, but that doesn’t really work on Tumblr so here I am! Plus I wanted to use Whumptober to force myself into sharing my writing and figured it might be useful to introduce myself first.

You can call me starlit, or anna, or hey you, I don’t really care lol. She/her pronouns. I love reading fantasy & fantasy romance, writing, and playing RPG video games when I have the time (usually fantasy based-are we sensing a theme here? 😂)

Before we get to more about me nonsense-

Acknowledgements!

Shout out to @i-can-even-burn-salad

For beta reading for me and then being brave enough to share her stories with me. And for sucking me into Tumbler lol. And for talking to me all the time and making me laugh. And for being such a great person. <3

I love her writing and stories so much. Please, please, check her writing out. It's worth it, I promise! Bring tissues though!!

Best internet friend ever trophy, where is it? I need to send it… oh, there it is. Here you go, Elli! 🏆🎉💜

I haven't had the opportunity to check out many other blogs yet, bc someone has such an extensive back catalog 👀 😂 but tagged below is the one I have read. I devoured Traces in one day because it was so good. Highly recommend!

Traces by @whumping-in-the-wings - Thanks for writing such a great story! Can't wait to see what happens next :)

(Obligatory disclaimer: heed the warnings. They are well-tagged.)

I've got my eye on several other blogs once I have a little more time. Hope ya'll like spam likes/reblogs/comments, bc I'm a bit enthusiastic 😂

Ok, back to me, I suppose. Under the cut 🤣

I tend to use emojis excessively, but don’t expect me to know the meaning of them beyond face-value expressions. I shamelessly claim elder millennial status as an excuse (which means I’m 18+, obviously).

I’m audhd (combo autistic/adhd), but I didn’t find that out until earlier this year, so I’m still very used to tiptoeing around people and holding myself back out of self-preservation. Working on that though, bc I’m tired of that shit. 

Erm, also… fuck is my favorite word. If you don’t like foul language, I might not be a great fit for you. 

I joined Tumblr about a month ago, so I am still learning and ask for your patience. (I will probably be learning for quite some time, tbh) If I’m doing something wrong, please let me know so I can fix it.

Asks are welcome, although not sure what you would ask me lol. With asks, keep in mind that I’m literal as fuck and context is everything :D

As is fairly common from what I’ve seen in this community, I’ve daydreamed whump for as long as I can remember, and it’s nice to:

1. know what to call it 🥲

2. find someplace where I don’t feel weird about getting it out of my head and putting it on digital paper. Well, not quite as weird haha.

I’m super nervous to post on here, but that’s what I’m here for, so… deep breaths 😶

Likes: 

*Fantasy whump 

Magic w/ consequences

Captivity

Torture/punishments 

Restraints

Dub/non-con 

Emotional whump/angst 

Defiant whumpee

Breaking whumpee to the point of hopeless despair before building them back up again

Revenge against whumper 

Creepy/intimate whumper 

Named characters 

Recovery arcs, bonus points for romance <3

Eventual Happy endings after copious amounts of suffering

I write what I like, btw. I have written explicit romance previously, but I’m not sure if I will here.

I will try to be diligent with my warnings, but as those are new for me as well, I may miss some. Please let me know if I do and I will fix it! (within reason, don't ask me to tag something like sadness. that's a typical emotion. extremes like depression, yes. sadness, no.)

* Disclaimer: I will only ever write fantasy. I prefer to read fantasy as well, but I have made exceptions when I get the tropes I want :D 

Squicks: 

I’m willing to try most anything once. 

In general though, I tend to avoid cannibalism, major character death, hard-core conditioning, whumper redemptions, bad caretakers 

I’m excited to join the community here and looking forward to participating in Whumptober! I have no idea how well I’ll keep up since I only decided to write for it 3 days before the event, but I’m willing to try 😅

Even if I can’t keep up during October's events, I do plan to finish the storyline and there will be a happy end :D  

Fuck, this got long. Sorry!!!

See you all around! 💜

#whump intro #whump introduction #whump writing #whumpblr #whump #whump community #Nice to meet you all! #I can't believe I'm actually posting this and committing myself to something 😶 #this is a rarity lol #don't ask me how long it took to actually click the post button #also don't ask how many times I read my own intro 😅

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Obligatory simple yet horny questions written in an unsexy way for the q&a, with the understanding that you don't have to answer all of these and that I have not stalked your tumblr in some time so they may already have answers. Also not actually in-character asks because I'm a rule breaker and a rebel:

1. It was a restless day, and a restless night. What does a typical wet dream for the ROs look like?

2. Most attractive thing for MC to wear for the ROs? And on that same note-- which of the ROs would and wouldn't wear lingerie?

3. What sorts of mundane, normal actions/behaviors would get the ROs unexpectedly worked up when its someone they like doing it?

4. ROs' most obscure kink? what weird shit are they lowkey into

5. Favorite non-bed location to bone?

6. because of a specific conversation we shall not repeat: breeding kink? Check yes or no

7. if called daddy/mommy which is recoiling in Disgust and which is like wait a second. hold on. interesting. hm. better reflect on this. (I'm part of the first group)

8 (my favorite): for those applicable: what are their most embarrassing or funny sex stories. Like, who fell off the bed and gave themself a concussion. the kind of story that takes 3 years together and an official commitment to even consider spilling. blackmail material

HI CHEL LOL

still cant believe u made that fucking rhyme-

This is if they are not romancing MC!

Blake... probably either a curvy, busty woman or a chubby man that's shorter than him, lol. Very much usually involves him on top and leading.

Loche... honestly, I don't think they have them often enough to have a typical one. If there is one it's probably a faceless person of the opposite gender and it's the same situation as they lived with in the Fae Realms, where the only relationships were sexual and one-offs, usually. In private.

Freja... lord have mercy, they're usually her favorite NSFW scenes in her smutty romance novels, but it's her in the leading lady's position. One that appears most often is her with a dress still partially on and a very ruggedly handsome man or tall woman ravaging her.

Iri... them being on the bottom. Does not matter what else is taking place, but they are on the bottom and usually with a more domineering partner.

Adontis... lingerie. Lots and lots of lingerie on faceless men and women in his dreams. Man just likes some skimpy fabric on people, what can I say?

Fawn can't dream.

Blake would want the MC to be wearing one of his shirts... and nothing else. Whatsoever. He'd be willing to wear lingerie but nothing that 'rides up in my ass'.

Loche similarly would just want MC in their clothes, or in a long t-shirt that goes to their upper thighs. They just really like that look. They'd be hesitant to wear lingerie, but if MC really wanted them to, they'd be willing to try smaller scale stuff.

Freja... is a big fan of MC wearing button down shirts with the first two to four buttons undone. That little strip of chest peaking out gets her heart racing. She is willing to wear lingerie, but will need some encouragement and for MC to go slow.

Iri would love to see MC in a teddy! Very big fan of them. Iri is also more than willing to wear lingerie and has several sets, actually!

Adontis would love to see MC in lingerie, specifically something he's picked out for them. Makes it all the more intimate, and he's a big fan of the idea of delayed gratification, and that would definitely play into it. He is not very willing to wear lingerie himself, however.

Fawn would just want MC naked, honestly, lol. Just give her easy access and she's more than happy. She is willing to wear lingerie, but MC will have to be the one to get it... and give it to her to wear.

For Blake, it's MC doing anything involving their lips, like licking them, chewing them, tapping or tracing them.

Loche... loves seeing MC playing with their hair. Their hands itch to be in their hair for a very different and far more intimate reason when they see it.

Freja... MC doing something physical. Exercising, working on a car or something else, anything that'd break a sweat.

Iri... I can't really think of anything for Iri. Hmmm..........

Adontis takes notice if MC is touching their neck or thighs. Especially if they're rubbing either.

Fawn... well, for them, fighting is pretty mundane, and it is definitely an instant kickstart to her libido if she sees MC training or actually kicking ass. Most especially if MC manages to best her while sparring.

OH BOY THE OBSCURE THINGS.......

Blake would 100% be down for pet play. With him being the pet. Not often, but every once in a while.

Loche... honestly, I think they're lowkey into getting caught with MC while they're having sex. Like, I think it would do A LOT for them and it would surprise the fuck out of them. It stems from the fact they're the one getting caught with specifically MC, however. It wouldn't do anything for them if it was someone else.

Freja... honestly, I can see her liking having her face pushed into the bed or pillows if things are getting rough. Not often, but uh... if it happened every once in a while, she'd love it.

Iri lowkey likes being fed.

Adontis... I'm NGL i could see Adontis loving the idea of either under-the-desk bjs type shit. His hand or MC's hand in the others pants at the dinner table. At public functions. Man's a bit of a freak.

Fawn would enjoy watching MC touch themselves, but would stop them before they finish. If they still managed to, however... she'd have to punish them.

Blake's is definitely in the back of a car.

Loche... probably out in the forest somewhere, especially at night. Less noise means they can hear more of MC's noises around them.

Freja... she's had many a fantasy of being fucked on a table.

Iri's would be probably a couch? Lots of fun maneuvering can be done on a couch.

Adontis would be his desk or in a chair. He is a fan of both.

Fawn likes walls. And floors. And tables. And cars. If she can get MC anywhere, she doesn't particularly care about the rest, lol.

AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA-

Blake: Yes

Loche: Yes

Freja: Yes

Iri: No

Adontis: Not opposed to it

Fawn: No

Blake would be down with it.

Loche would be very much NOT into it.

Freja would be like "Just, no. No. Do not."

Iri would be a lil into it.

Adontis would not be into it.

Fawn would let MC get away with it if she's fucking them roughly.

Blake and his wife, when they were dating, tried to have sex on his bike. It ended with him getting a black eye and her spraining her ankle very badly, lol.

Loche doesn't really have one.

Freja has never had sex, so not applicable.

Iri... at their first Magi college, they and their roommate were on the desk... where one of Iri's lab experiments also were. It uh. Got knocked over and processed to melt a hole in the floor.

Adontis and his last wife were... having quite a bit of fun in a carriage, so much so it caused one of the wheels to come loose and they had to wait for a passing cart to help them, lol

Fawn was uh. Had a fellow agent propped up on a meeting room table, expecting it to be empty as she didn't see any meetings scheduled for the day. However, with her pager turned off, she didn't get the memo that an emergency meeting was being held in it and wasn't on schedule. Lo and behold, half-naked agent and half-naked Fawn get found by the entire team and half the fucking Proctor staff, as well as the SECOND-IN-COMMAND OVER THE ENTIRE ADVOCACY LOCATION THEY WERE AT.

Needless to say, Freja had a lot to say. Both in the room and after.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED BUDDY, LMFAO ILY

#mind games #birthday qna '23 #chel asks #agent ellingboe #agent loche #agent fawn #agent faede #agent adontis #blake gautier #ro reactions #scenarios #limonask