#quick drawing that I tested some brushes with

[thienaultha]

#quick drawing that I tested some brushes with #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #roland fortis #olivier obsidian #thienaultha art #vnc #vnc fanart

[snarkspawn]

I treated myself to the Coral Island early access in the steam sale and it’s so so good

bonus doodles

#coral island #stuff and things #feng xin #farming sims aren't usually my thing but it's so pretty and I really love the lore and mystery aspect of it #userpharawee #<3 #thanks for recommending it haha #anyway these are just some quick doodles because I have to get back into drawing mode #(TM) #and I got a bunch of new brushes to test as well so

[dreameroftheblue]

someplace far away;

and someplace warm

#just some quick scenery from last year cause if I don't draw a certain type of Thing in long enough. it just appears on my canvas #first one was in fact a 15 minute test of some new sai brushes and settings #other one took about an ~hour ish #digital art #space #space art #nebula #nature art #scenery #feel like I could sell cards to people who buy cards with these maybe... might think about that at some point

[parisoonic]

Ur art is really Really good and it just got me wonderin. Do u have any art that, to you, isn't postable?

Like those times where u dont care about the outcome, and u just feel like drawin somethin.

Sry if it's a weird q lol :p Big fan of ur stuff‼️

oh! interesting question! quite often i usually test out new brushes with a small quick drawing. I often don't post these mainly b/c i think the drawings sort of suck if i'm not paying attention or if they're my first drawing of the week or something. i like the big-coat-heavy one below though - that was just having fun with watercolour brushes and i wanted to see what mixing different colours of lineart looked like...and then i did some negative lineart for DOUBLE fun.

if its non tf2 art i've got quite a bit of non-posted-anywhere stuff : O mainly meeting-doodles.

#asks #because im such a slow artist i don't have too many hanging-around drawings in general

[sizzlingchaosprince]

The Toy's favorite Child

Notes: This is the first time I'm doing such thing so I'm really nervous XD I didn't know what to put into the background of the drawing so I didn't put any. Maybe I'll edit it soon. Do forgive me for my shading, I'm still learning(trying to)

Synopsis: After starting to live in PlayCare, one creature you became friends with grew a liking to you...

Warning: PLATONIC, headcanon + little story, reader is 12-14 years old, reader is a chill teenager

It's been a year since you got into the PlayCare, passing through the security with laid-back face and leaving the staff confused. They kept you because you seemed useful for them...

You were quite chilly and relaxed, reserved and smart. Also, because of your personality you were almost the same with Cat Nap from cartoons. Maybe that's why you became quick friends with Smiling Critters. With most of them, at least...

The big purple cat was almost never appearing like others from his party. And this interested you.

After a week or so you finally met him face-to-face. You were as calm as always, but your heart was pounding from excitement. You said 'hi' for politeness and introduced yourself, waiting for him to do the same.

Guess what? His face didn't even shift. He continued staring at you with his dead eyes.

After understanding that you won't get an answer from him, you tried to talk about something else.

But he disappeared in blink of an eye.

You were quite disappointed, but you still had the same urge to get to know the living toy better. You knew it'll be a long while...

It was worth 3 months to make him sit and listen to your rambling for 10 minutes. It was worth more months to make him spend at least an hour with you. It took even longer for him to let you stay near him and sleep, leaning onto the puppet. But it was worth the pleasure you get from his warmth and company.

Even though you never heard him talk, it's enough for you to be near him. It's good to talk about any nonsense which randomly comes to your mind and have a listener who won't judge you. It's also good to take a great nap in his fur or stay in complete silence, thinking of your own thing.

The staff, of course, sooner found out the relationship between you and the purple cat puppet.

They tried to use you to their own benefits and new information, but instead you composed some lies which sounded like truth to tell them(Cat Nap helped you a little sometimes, nodding or shaking his head if the lie sounds truthful or not).

When the scientists were starting thinking about taking you for the test next, Cat Nap started to monitor you to make sure you won't end up in the Game Station.

It definitely wasn't him who knocked out the staff members right behind your back. It definitely wasn't him who let out some scratching noises in Home-Sweet-Home. Also, of course, it definitely wasn't his sharp gaze you felt on your gut 24/7.

You liked to use the hair brush on the purple furball. It doesn't move away so you can say that he's at least neutral to your activity(we don't talk about his really quiet purring).

[Now. The small story]

It was a normal day like any other one. More specifically, night. However, this week was quiet strange: the staff members of Playtime Co. except the workers from the PlayCare appeared more often in front of you. When they started talking about 'test', they randomly passed out because of the red smoke. You knew it was one of the Smiling Critters you were hanging out with for a while, but you didn't know why was he doing it.

You were currently sitting with your back leaning against the living cat plush, brushing your companion's tail you gently patted with your free second hand. The only thing that bothered you in that peaceful time was the fact that the purple cat wasn't purring at all. It was staring at you with its dark eyes. Sooner after, you finally asked him about this:

— Is something wrong, Cat Nap?

It didn't answer. Instead, the living toy just stared at you with expressionless eyes, not moving an inch. You weren't intimidated by the stare at all, so you just continued brushing the long tail. You weren't hoping for an answer anyway, but still a small, almost impossible dream was remaining in your heart.

The silence was broken by the raspy, low voice coming out from Cat Nap's voice box.

— The Prototype... Will Save Us.

You flinched.

Wow...

This is the first time he ever said something to you. It was surely a progress for your friendship.

You stared at him with wide eyes for a moment before shifting your attention back to the tail. You shrugged with your shoulders, your face had a relaxed smile.

— I don't know who the Prototype is, but if they helped you somehow, I think they're my saviour too. You're like a home to me.. I can't even imagine what would it be like living without you here!

You chuckled, patting the fluffy tail while Cat Nap looked at you with the same stare. However, something in his eyes changed... Maybe his gaze gained a little more... softness?

He stared at you until you fell asleep on him again. A few minutes of him sinking into his thoughts have passed, the toy putted his head on his paws, wrapping his tail around you like a blanket and soon enough closing his eyes. You would call it the same night-time scenario with Cat Nap in the next morning, because you didn't know that he was comfortably purring, nuzzling himself into your warmth last night...

Notes: OH MY GOD I DID IT :D I'll maybe do part 2, but without promises

Anyways, thank you for wasting your time reading my first-ever-made English fanfic. Do write me some comments about my errors if you find any, I will appreciate it since it'll improve my writing skills.

Have a nice day/evening/night!😘

#poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime #poppy playtime 3 #cat nap #cat nap x reader #platonic #child!reader #fluff #own work #own drawing #first post

[contentloadinggg]

Valentine’s Day Treat

Somebody arrest this man, because who gave him the right to be that hot?

Author’s Note: A little Valentine’s Day piece, if you’re celebrating have fun. If you’re single make sure to tell the people in your life how much you love them :). And of course, love yourself. And obviously, thank you to Lunarite who beta reads my fics so wonderfully, love you💚.

Summary: Playing with fire gets you excited. Most everything explained in the warnings. (Gender neutral! Reader, hopefully, I tried my best)(~2000 words)

Warnings: smut yay, Dom!Andrew, Sub!reader, wax play, Oral Sex (Andrew eating reader out.) Praise, poorly written dirty talk, Idk

This is a work of fiction and is not a reflection of who Hozier is.

Fic under the cut 🩷 18+ only, you have been warned.

Andrew clasped a lit candle in both hands. His gaze not on the flame but on you. The room was dimly lit by candles, although not quite the same as the one in his hands. Firelight dancing over the walls of the room, drawing long shadows over the walls.

“Are you sure?”

The man asks gently, lifting a gentle hand to brush the hair back from your face. 

“Yes.”

A nearly whispered agreement from your lips. In a quiet voice as to not break the energy in the room. Andrew nods in response. Carefully tipping the candle to drip the melted wax into his open palm. The light of the flame moves hypnotically over his face. The reds in his hair and the sharpness of his cheekbones become more prominent in the warm highlights. 

The liquid wax hits his pale skin, pooling in his palm. He rubs it into his hand, the wax softening into oil and sinking in.

“It’s nice, not even that hot. Just a bit warm.”

He hums, looking into the slowly melting candle. You hold out an arm, wanting to test it yourself. Andrew’s lips curl into a soft smile. A hand grasping your held out arm. He ever so carefully pours some of the warm wax over your offered limb. Despite telling you it wasn’t that hot, it’s still a surprise when it hits you without burning.

The wax drips down the length of your arm and over your wrist before Andrew catches it with his thumb and rubs it into your arm with little circles of his finger. Slowly moving up the limb in such a simple act. Yet your stomach itches with arousal. Each movement is calm, almost languid and attentive. Paying attention to every detail. It’s especially attractive when his only focus is on your body and how it reacts.

Andrew drags his fingers further up. Until they reach the sleeve of your shirt. He softly tugs on it. You take the hint, sliding your shirt up and off with Andrew’s help. He’s quick to bring you into a kiss once the layer of clothing is tossed aside. The touch of his mouth is tender, caressing your bottom lip between both of his. He slowly lays you back against the bed. Knees moving to either side of your hips so he can straddle you comfortably.

“Let’s start here, yeah?”

He murmurs against your mouth. Trailing slender fingers down the curve of your neck and to the end of your shoulder. It nearly tickles, a mere brush against you. He waits for your agreement before lifting the candle a few inches above your bare skin. He tips it a little. The warm wax spills over the rim and drips down. It hits your neck in a few careful drops. Against the more sensitive skin, it’s a pinpoint of heat. Like a stray spark from a fire. A sensation that makes you gasp. Then it melts off into something much more subtle. Merely like metal warmed beneath a cool sun. Andrew straightens the candle again. Quick to soothe the wax into your skin with a gentle hand. Leaving it smooth and glistening.

“Was that alrigh? Should I keep going?”

He’s careful not to push you too far, asking questions and studying your every reaction to be sure everything is okay. 

“Yeah, it feels… interesting, keep going.”

Andrew nods at your answer. Tipping the candle once more. The drips of wax land at a faster pace. A gentle drizzle over your collarbone and shoulder. Andrew lets the liquid slide down onto your chest, over your sternum. The simmering heat pinkens your skin and makes the nerves so acutely aware of every feeling. You can almost feel the blood pumping through your veins.

His hands spread the melted wax over your skin. His gentle fingers tease the now acutely sensitive nerves that prickled beneath the heat. They dip into the valleys of your collarbones, the hollow of your neck. Exploring every curve and valley until your upper chest is glistening in the dim candlelight. His gaze on you like you’re an artpiece, yet far, far more precious. It burns and fuels your arousal. With your nod of assurance, he continues. Spilling the candle further downwards. A light sprinkle over your sternum.

The next touch is a surprise, as Andrew takes some of the melted wax onto his thumb and circles it around your hardening nipple. Sending a shock through your system. Setting your nerves on fire. Anticipating the pleasure. But Andrew is cautious, the almost dangerous glint in his eyes tells you he finds this fun. Entertaining even. To watch your reactions to everything he’s doing. 

“Does it feel good, darling?”

He asks, his voice lowered. Deeper. He’s into this. So very into this. You have to swallow hard to force your tongue to work again. 

“Y-yeah. Intense.”

You manage to choke out. Struggling to speak while feeling the tingle of heat around your nipple. Tripping over your own tongue and forcing Andrew to hold back what you’d know would be a wicked grin in response. 

Instead, he nods in acknowledgment and lowers the candle so it’s just hovering above your chest. Licks of heat coming off the flame. And drips the wax just an inch away from your nipple. It’s even hotter as it travels right from the candle onto your skin. Almost stinging. The anticipation of pleasure and pain causes your entire body to twitch and tingle. Andrew can’t hold back a surprised, satisfied laugh.

“So sensitive.”

He comments. His thumb rubs over the glistening oil. Back and forth. Back and forth. Your lungs heave beneath his hand. His eyes have nearly become black with arousal, hungry as they’re so intently focused on your shuddering form. His thumb drags slowly over the distance to your nipple. 

A moan escapes you as Andrew circles the hardened bud beneath his finger and pulls lightly.

“You like that?”

You respond with a nod to Andrew’s question. Not even attempting to form words. That urges him to keep going. Continuing to tease and tug at the sensitive bud until you’re arching your back up into his hand and he’s got you whimpering quietly. Only then does he continue. 

“Beautiful, you’re doing better than I could’ve imagined.”

He murmurs sweet words to you. Sliding the candle further down your shuddering form. He spills the wax over the rim of the candle, pouring a thin line of warm oil from your heart, all the way down to your navel. It nearly tickles. It soothes your body as it trickles down your skin and covers you with a strangely comforting blanket of heat, raising your nerves until Andrew presses it into your skin with a large hand. Fingers long and slender. Making you seem smaller than you are. Then he slides his hand lower. Past your navel and onto the round of your stomach.

Andrew paints the form of your figure with his fingers, mapping out the expanse of your skin. Adventurously his hand travels down the slope of your navel. His middle finger stretches out dipping down low to tease the sensitive skin around your entrance. He sucks in a breath when you twitch and whine with the shock of pleasure going up your spine. 

“God… you’re gorgeous, baby. Let me taste you. I need it, please?”

He asks, nearly panting with breathlessness. His warm breath moving over the swell of your stomach. You choke out an agreement. A hand eagerly tugging on his hair to drag him downwards.

He brushes those skilled lips against the surface of your skin. Cascading kisses further down your body, his hands find purchase on your hips and hold you down firmly. His beard brushing your thigh as he guides them over his shoulders. 

There’s hardly any build up. Andrew breathes in your arousal like a starving man. A lion about to devour a freshly caught kill. His nose pressing into your folds. A sly tongue flickers out to tease you, hot and slick, leaving a feeling even more searing than the melted wax that coats your skin. Every small reaction of yours excites him further. Makes him more eager for your taste. He submits to that longing. Circling his tongue around your opening. Stretching you open for his plunder before he begins taking it.

 He buries his tongue into your arousal. Lapping at your walls in slow, savouring strokes. Your hole opening little by little. As his tongue continues, wet and unyielding. Andrew has no hesitation to begin devouring you. Like a starving man sinking his teeth into the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted. It’s even reflected in his pleasured moans and muffled praises.

“Taste so fucking good.”

Your trapped hips jerk as the tip of his nose bumps into that sweet, sensitive spot. Andrew’s hands holding the to do the bed. His grip grows even firmer as you writhe beneath his mouth. Your movements don’t stop him. As he pushes himself as deep as he can go. His beard gently scratching at your legs, making you all the more sensitive than the wax already had. 

Pleasure runs through your body, shaping your back into an arch in an attempt to get closer to his mouth. Despite his hands not allowing it. You can feel your legs tremble around his head. Both hands tangled into his long curls of hair that pull it back from getting into his face. You call out his name with a curse. Pressure building up and pushing against your stomach. Andrew can feel you clench around his tongue. Attempting to draw him closer, even when his mouth is already practically melted against you. Lost in the taste of your pleasure. But another call of his name has his attention.

“Are you gonna cum for me, darling?” 

He asks in a rough voice. Lifting his head to look up at you properly. His chin shines with saliva that he doesn’t care for. He never minded getting a bit messy. Andrew doesn’t leave your poor, devoured hole alone as he asks his questions. Teasing the puckered entrance with a finger that he slowly pushes in when you whimper. His actions are made easily by the salvia slickening you. At your affirmative answer he curls his finger. Rubbing your sweet spot just perfectly with skilled hands.

“That’s it. I want you to cum over my tongue, yeah? Bet that tastes even better.”

You can tell he means it by his tone, the way his voice barely trembles and he shows it. His head ducked back down between your thighs. His tongue joined side by side with his finger. Prodding at every pleasurable spot he can hit. Over and over and over again. Until the pressure in your stomach becomes unbearable. When you warn him of this, he moans into your skin. Sending vibrations through you.

“C’mon, let it go. You’ve done so well. Just a little farther.”

Andrew encourages, both for his and your sake. The pleasure becomes overwhelming. The long strokes over your fluttering entrance shove you over the edge. Back arching off the mattress and toes curling into the sheets. You wail his name like a prayer. Like his gift of pleasure is heaven sent. Spilling over his mouth and chin as ecstasy washes over you. Andrew laps it up like it’s a sweet nectar. Moaning at the taste over his tongue. He cleans up the mess between your thighs like that. Ridding you of what would’ve become a sticky nunasince. Eventually, you’re squirming weakly with oversenstivity and Andrew finally lifts his head out of your legs. Still seeming dazed. 

“Could you go another round like that?”

Honestly, Idk how to feel about this one. Doesn't feel like my best writing, but I tried. Anyways, I'm hoping to post a fic for the 5th Anniversary of Wasteland, Baby! If I have any ideas for it. So if you have any ideas you'd might like to see feel free to send them to me.

-Thad 💚

#andrew hozier byrne #fanfiction #andrew hozier byrne x reader #hozier x reader #help my sanity #idk what I’ve created #or what I’m doing #hozier smut

[lynnzelds]

re4r leon kennedy x f!reader (kinktober prompt two - knife play)

resident evil kinktober masterlist

wc: 2,458 words

(tags: knife kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, you and leon are enemies, quite a bit of bantering at the start bc that's just how i roll sometimes)

a/n: this wound up being a full length fic. whoops. i wrote most of this sleep deprived and it's also unedited. apologies for that in advance.

Oh, how you hate him.

He has you pinned underneath him, a knife pressed against your neck. You’re a mercenary sent to eliminate him–but you shouldn’t have underestimated the young agent. He’s already slipped out of your grasp several times, and now he has you bested in a knife fight. Your own blade lies abandoned on the concrete floor, just a few feet out of reach.

The cold, sharp blade digs into your neck, so close to breaking the skin and revealing the crimson that lies underneath it. With his non-dominant hand on your chest, he presses you into the ground harder. You squirm, and Leon instantly takes notice. But that’s the least of his concerns for now. “Who sent you after me?” he growls.

“Doesn’t matter,” you spit back. “Not when I’ll be delivering your head on a platter.”

He chuckles dryly. “Like you would.”

“Let go of me.”

“No, I think I’ll just stay like this.” His voice is gruff and deep as he shifts his weight so that his entire body is straddling yours.

“The hell are you doing?”

 He leans in so that his face gets closer to yours. His hips hold you down and he places his left hand on the ground next to your head while he keeps the knife against your throat. “I’m gonna stay put until you give me some information.”

You scowl. “Fuck you.”

He smirks. “Only if that’s what you want.” He slides the knife along your throat without drawing blood. The high-pitched whimper that leaves your lips afterwards is embarrassing, so much so that at this point you wish he’d just slit your throat and get it over with. 

“Now what was that?” he says with a laugh.

“Nothing,” you hiss.

“I think you’re enjoying this.” He continues to tease you with his knife, pressing the blade flat against your throat and watching how it makes you shiver.

“You think wrong.”

He chuckles. “It’s cute how in denial you are.”

“I’m not in denial!” you growl.

“You wanna test that?” he says, placing the sharp part of the knife against your throat once again. He applies pressure, and you moan as desire grows between your legs. 

Oh god. Why the hell is this turning you on?

“Told you so,” says Leon with a grin. “You’re enjoying this.” He removes the knife from your neck, and you nearly whine at the lack of contact. Your eyes eagerly track the knife as he slides it into the sheathe positioned on his collarbone, silently pleading to feel its sharpness on your skin again. You won’t say it out loud, though.

Leon is quick to notice the hunger in your eyes as you stare at his sheathed knife. He places his hands on either side of your head, kneeling over you on all fours, and that’s when you gaze into his soft blue eyes. This position seems a bit too intimate for your liking, but for some reason you find yourself unable to move away from him. 

“You want more?” he teases. “You greedy thing.”

“I hate you.”

“Not with the way you’re looking at me.”

“Go fuck yourself, Kennedy.” You use his last name because no way in hell does he deserve to hear you use his first.

“I could do that,” he says with a hint of a smirk on his lips. He leans in closer and brushes his lips against the side of your neck. “Or…” He lifts his knee and presses it against your clothed cunt. Your eyes widen and you shift around underneath him, trying not to make any noise. “I could fuck someone else. And I wonder who that someone could be.” He presses his lips to your neck, and your body shudders. 

You avoid eye contact, turning your head away from him. You’re not sure what scares you more–you not knowing if he’s joking or the possibility that he could be serious. You want it to be a joke, but the throbbing between your legs says otherwise. “Certainly not me,” you scoff.

“Yeah, definitely not you,” he responds as he pulls away, his tone thick with sarcasm. 

“Well, even if it was,” you say, despite knowing damn well he’s referring to you, “I came here to kill you, not for anything else.”

A low chuckle leaves his throat. “You’ve been doing a terrible job at accomplishing that. Makes me wonder if you’ve been letting me escape on purpose.”

That’s when you dare yourself to look at him, and you see a sly smile on his face.

“I think you want me,” he continues, pulling his knife back out of his sheathe and twirling the handle between his fingers. The blade catches the light as he does this. “I can see that look in your eyes.” Your breathing becomes more labored as you stare at the knife, anticipating what Leon would do with it. “I wonder…how would you feel if I fuck you senseless while I trace your skin with this? Bet you’d like that.”

Your eyes widen as heat washes over you. You involuntarily squeeze your legs together, hoping Leon won’t notice. But his eyes flicker to follow your movements immediately. His large, slightly calloused hands push your thighs back apart, his knife tucked between his right index finger and thumb. His thumbs trace along your inner thighs. You gasp and your body tenses, and Leon licks his lips at the sight as he leans in and whispers into your ear, “Keep your legs open, hun.”

He presses the knife flat against your crotch, then brings his face closer to yours. “Now let’s try this again,” he says, acting like he isn’t doing anything to you right now. “Who sent you after me?”

Keeping your legs spread open, he moves the tip of the knife along your clothed cunt. Your body reacts immediately; your fingernails dig into the cold floor, your eyes roll back slightly, and your lips tremble. “I’m not…telling you,” you breathe out.

But as he continues to tease between your legs with the knife, you find yourself becoming putty in the hands of Leon Kennedy. The name of who you’re working for slips between your lips like honey.

“Wesker.”

Ada Wong wasn’t the only one he had sent to this island. While she was tasked with retrieving the Amber, you had been tasked with eliminating the man who kept getting in the way of Wesker’s plans. Without Ada’s knowledge.

Leon doesn’t say anything for a while as he removes the knife from your body. He recognizes that name, having learned about Wesker during his time as an agent. He compresses his lips into a firm line. “Well, send my regards to that bastard,” he says, and he slides his hand under your head, lifts you up, and presses his lips to yours.

Your eyes widen as he holds the kiss for what seems like forever. You stiffen up, then relax as you allow yourself to close your eyes and return his gesture. He’s supposed to hate you. You’re supposed to hate him. You hardly understand why he’s kissing you in the first place, or why you’re kissing him back. All you know is that your desire for him boils deep in the pit of your stomach.

He sets his knife aside and undresses you while keeping his lips on yours. His fingers fumble with the buttons of your trousers. He slides them down, and more articles of clothing follow, the cold air on your skin as piece after piece comes off. 

“Already wet for me,” he whispers as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and kisses your inner thigh. His hot breath near your cunt is enough to send your mind reeling. He pulls away to reach for his knife. You close your eyes and bite your lip, feeling vulnerable being completely naked while he hasn’t removed a single article of clothing of his own. 

The sensation of something sharp dragging across your bare stomach has you jolting your eyes open. You watch as Leon draws circles on your lower abdomen with the knife, not enough to cut into your skin. He moves it lower before dragging it back up to your belly button, teasing you over and over. You can’t help but whine.

“Do you want my cock now?” Leon coos, watching how each movement of the blade has you squirming. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You stay quiet for a while, since your ego is too damn big for you to admit that you want him. But he already knows your answer, and the more his knife travels across the canvas that is your skin, the wetter you can feel yourself getting.

“Please,” you whimper. 

He chuckles at how pathetic you look. “You’re gonna have to say more than ‘please,’ love.”

The pet name doesn’t bother you for some reason. What does is that he’s forcing you to beg. You open your mouth, the words nearly getting trapped in your throat. “Please…I…I need your cock,” you manage to get out.

“Attagirl,” he says, unbuckling his belt with one hand with keeping his knife in the other. He slides down his trousers to his knees, and you can already see how hard he is through his boxers. He eagerly slides those down as well, the head of his cock already glistening with precum. Your heart races at how big it is.

Leon smirks at your reaction. “Look at you, so needy for my cock.” He leans down and drags his fingers along your folds before he pushes two of them inside your wetness. Your body shudders with pleasure, and you push your hips up to meet his fingers without thought. “Such a needy girl,” he says in response to your movement.

He slides his fingers in and out of you, but the moment you think he’s going to make you come on them, he pulls them out and brings his hand to his cock. “Mmpf–fuck,” he groans as he slides your wetness over his length. You feel a heat burn inside you as you watch Leon jerk himself off, his cock stiffening even more as your wetness mixes with his.

He reaches for you again, bringing your leg back over his shoulder as his tip prods your entrance. You eagerly shift your hips forward. “Please, fuck me,” you whisper, having given up on resisting him. 

Leon smirks. “Who knew the woman sent to kill me was such a dirty little slut underneath the tough, cold facade?” He pushes the tip of his cock inside you, and you bite your lip in anticipation. “Need more, love?” he says as he sees the sulking expression on your face. “You’ll have to ask for it.”

You swallow down your pride once more to respond. “Please…give me all of your cock. I need it.”

“Of course you do,” he says, and then he pushes himself deeper inside you, bottoming out without slowing down or giving you a chance to adjust to his size. A series of whimpers leave your lips as you bring your hands to his hair, gripping it between clenched fists. He groans at the pain, pulling out a bit before snapping his hips into yours. 

Your eyes roll back at the sensation as a low moan leaves your throat. Leon takes the knife and brings it back to your skin, tracing the tip of it under your breast while he thrusts into you relentlessly.  Your body shivers. “Ungh–you feel so good,” he mutters, his voice coming out raspy. He focuses on bringing you additional pleasure, pressing the flat of the knife against your nipple. Its coolness has you whining out his name.

Leon raises his eyebrows. “Did someone just use my first name for once?”

“Shut it,” you grunt out. You can already feel that knot coiling inside you as he continues to slam his hips against yours at a steady pace. You squeeze your eyes shut so he doesn’t see you rolling them back again.

“I think you like me,” he concludes.

“No, I hate you,” you say, your eyes still shut. You shift your focus to the way his cock hits that bundle of nerves inside you with each thrust. Your walls flutter around him.

“Not with the way you just moaned out my name.” He moves his left hand to your hip, holding you in place as he fucks you. The pleasure gets to a point where you can’t hold it in anymore, and moans spill out of your mouth. Your mind becomes a haze, and the words he had just spoken don’t even process.

Your body trembles Leon moves the knife from your breast down to your abdomen, and your stomach tenses as it travels lower and lower, past your belly button and near your lower region. Your walls squeeze around him tighter this time, and Leon groans.

The words flow out of your mouth before you get the chance to hold them back. “Please–I’m so close—please.” 

At this, Leon digs the knife into your flesh, nicking you with it. The light piercing sensation is enough to send you over the edge, and you tug on his hair hard as you come around his cock. “Ungh, shit–you’re squeezing the fuck outta me,” Leon groans, the added sensation of his hair being pulled on pushing him to the edge, and he soon follows as he releases himself into you. 

He continues to move his hips until you’ve both come down from your highs. He sets the knife on the ground and pulls out of you, observing the mess the two of you had made just now.

“Are you okay?” he asks, dropping the teasing act and giving you a soft look. He looks around the empty room for anything he can use to clean you two up. 

But you scoff, moving yourself away from him and scrambling for your clothes. 

“Looks like we’re back to that, huh?” he chuckles. “Can’t keep hating me forever, princess.”

You set your jaw, picking up your clothes and putting them on one by one. You’ll have to find somewhere else to get yourself cleaned up. God, if Wesker finds out you had sex with the man you were supposed to kill, of all people… You try not to think about that as you slip your shirt over your head, the last article of clothing. You look over to the exit, deciding that you'll give Leon one more chance to live.

“Aw, don’t worry.” Leon pulls his boxers and pants up and zips himself up. “You’ll get plenty of chances to kill me later.”

“Look forward to it,” you respond dryly, and with that, you head towards the door. (i'm terrible at endings I'M SO SORRY :/ thinking about doing a part two to this- I really enjoyed writing Reader and Leon's dynamic :3) kinktober prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

#leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #kinktober #fawktober2023 #resident evil 4 #resident evil #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #knife kink #p in v

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- Finally

Kelly and I have been married for 3 years now. We met because of my brother Matt joining firehouse 51, then Kelly and I dated for many years before he proposed. Our wedding was a beautiful day and filled with so much love.

After a couple of years of marriage we decided that it would be time for us to start a family. Unfortunately this took a lot longer than expected. We even went to the doctors to find out if there was anything wrong. They just said that for some men and woman it can take longer and to come back in a year if we are still yet to conceive or if we struggle to carry full term.

Of course seeing negative after negative pregnancy test it really effects you mentally. So we stopped taking pregnancy tests so regular. We will only take one if I think I could be pregnant.

I wake up feeling off like I've drank to much. Headache and nausea. Rolling over I place my hand on Kelly's side of the bed, but I'm greeted by the bed being cold. That's when I remember that Kelly had to head off to work early this morning. I groan sitting up, my head spinning as I do, I swallow dryly feeling so ill. Slowly I crawl out of bed and go into the bathroom to get myself ready for the day. Thankfully I work from home so I don't have to go out anywhere.

I'm typing on my laptop when I have to quickly run to the bathroom to throw up. Which weirdly makes me feel immediately better. I clean my teeth getting rid of the nasty taste in my mouth and go back to my work.

I spend the next few hours working, but when my day of work ends I'm absolutely exhausted so decide to take a nap before Kelly comes back home.

This goes on for the next few days which does make me wonder if I could be pregnant. So while Kelly is at work I route around in one of the draws for some pregnancy tests that I bought months ago. When I find them I pee on the sticks and leave them on the back of the toilet before going back to work.

I forget about the tests for a couple of hours before I have to go to pee again. I pick them up not thinking that it will be positive, but when I see the little plus sign on all of the tests I am shocked. This is the first time I've ever gotten a positive pregnancy test, but still not wanting to get Kelly to excited I want to make sure that this is true. So that day I ring up my doctors and book an appointment for the next day. However I'm going to have to sneak out because Kelly is off.

The following day I wake up in Kelly's arms making me smile. I turn around to face him and brush some hair out of his face making him sigh and pull me closer

"Morning" he says in his gruff morning voice

"Morning" I reply placing a kiss on his lips "what have you got planned for today?" I ask

"I'm staying home and cuddling you all day. I've missed you" I giggle at his reply

"I've missed you to, but I've go a couple of jobs to do this morning"

"Like?"

"Well I have to go to the bank, then pop to the grocery store"

"I'll come with you"

"No" I say way to quickly causing Kelly to frown "I just mean it's going to be boring and you've been working really heard the past few days. Why don't you sleep in" Kelly frowns not buying what I'm selling

"What's going on?"

"Ok you caught me. I am actually getting you a surprise but I'm not telling you what it is so you'll have to wait"

"Ok? Why?"

"Will you stop asking me questions. Go back to sleep I won't be to long" I place a kiss on Kelly's lips before getting up and getting dressed.

So I'm pregnant! I run to the store and buy a gift bag, some dippers, wipes and baby bottles. I then head back home with all of the 'gifts' in the bag and head into the house

"I'm home!" I call out and Kelly is quick to greet me with a smile. He wraps me up in his arms causing me to giggle at his affection "go sit down for your surprise" he eagerly leaves my side and sits down on the couch still with a wide grin on his face "ok close your eyes" I say and he does. I place the bag on his lap and tell him to open. He puts his hand in and the first thing he pulls out are the packets of wipes

"Baby wipes? You trying to tell me to wipe my ass or something?"

"No. Keep going" next he pulls out the baby bottles. He frowns taking out the box of diapers. He looks at me still frowning, but a look of realisation crosses his face as I keep smiling at him

"Are you...? Are we...?"

"Yes. I'm pregnant" Kelly is up in an instant and spins me around then kisses all over my face

"I love you so much!"

"I love you to Kel"

"I'm going to be a dad"

"Yes you are. We're finally getting what we wanted"

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[chanshoesunite]

Making yourself cum on Chan's arm

GENRE: smut, snark, idk arm kink?

WORD COUNT: 2223

Author’s Note (Co-curator Tortoise): This image has been living in my head rent free ever since they posted it. It is my lockscreen for heavens sake!! I have been imagining riding his arm EVERY DAY and it's just not healthy at this point. If you are like me, welcome, please leave a message so we can descend into madness together.

WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), masturbation, petting

„Oh my fucking GOD!“, you exclaim while staring at your phone. Luckily, no one is around, so you do not have to share the cause for your excitement – and despair. Chan has just posted a selfie with Changbin in the group chat “zoo and keeper 💪🐺🐰” between you three and Changbin’s girlfriend.

“Had a good set today~” was the accompanying text.

“Why would he do this to me”, you are absolutely stunned, while also knowing for sure that he has no idea what such a picture would do to you, seeing as you are simply the boys’ flatmate.

You wish you were more than that, so you could write something like Changbin’s girlfriend: “Tell Changbin I need him at my place urgently – it’s for sex reasons.”

You snort and think: “Same, girl. But we can’t all have fit as fuck boyfriends. Some of us have to suffer as singles while living with a perfectly eligible bachelor.”

However, you write: “EEEEWWWW, did NOT need to know this, will purge this from my memory in 3 – 2 – 1 – hey Changbin I have a weird feeling I won’t be seeing you around tonight so don’t forget to put the bins out tomorrow!!”

The ensuing snark in the chat has you grinning and helps you push The Picture out of your mind. It’s late in the afternoon on a Saturday so you decide to live it up and watch a Netflix documentary about some murder cult to distract yourself further. It works, but not for long, because inevitably Chan comes home, all by his lonesome and handsome self.

“Hey, what are we watching?”, he asks, flopping down on the sofa next to you once he has deposited his gym bag in his room. You risk a quick glance at him. Yep, still slightly wet hair from his shower, arms still pumped, veins still popping. God is testing you today.

“People being murdery”, you gesture vaguely at your glass and Chan helpfully reaches over to hand it to you. “Thanks.”

Your fingers brush his wonderfully warm skin and you take a breath and another peek. You notice something on his left hand and – damn it, damn yourself for not resisting – you grasp it lightly to take a closer look. His large hands are calloused, but surprisingly soft. You already knew that and you shamelessly relish the chance of touching him now under the guise of checking out the raw spot on his palm.

“And how did that happen?”, you wonder, “I thought you had callouses for dayyyys”, you stretch the sound while standing up to get some ointment.

“Ah, yeah”, he says shyly, rubbing his head, shouting after you, “you knaur, I guess I didn’t put my straps on properly.”

“Heh, strap-on”, you tease automatically as you walk back, cream in hand. You open the tube and put a pea-sized portion on his reddened skin. “Would’ve thought that makes you raw in other areas.”

“Oh my gosh, YN”, he laughs, letting his head fall back against the couch, then looking up cheekily, “I guess it depends how you use it?”

You huff a laugh, focusing on gently rubbing in the cream – fuck, you love doing this. You try not to make it last too long or be too sensual, but you cannot help but enjoy the texture of his skin under your fingers. You draw little circles on the redness, then use the cream to slightly push into the surrounding muscles of his hand as well.

“I’m not sure you know how to use a strap-on properly then! Best stick to the straps you know – and come find me if your callouses get defeated by your recklessness again.”

You pretend as if you want to get rid of the last bits of cream and travel your fingers up his sleeveless underarm, cruising his prominent veins for a few seconds. Then you quickly pull back and look at the TV screen again. Your fingers are warm from where you touched Chan’s arm, and you have to clench your hand to get rid of the tingly feeling in them. You brush your lips with the same hand that just touched Chan in a nervous tic, which only serves to make you even more nervous when you notice what you are doing and that Chan is still watching you. You pull your hand away from your mouth immediately.

“What?”, you ask, trying to play it cool, because obviously there is nothing to get all bothered by.

“Thanks”, he says simply, with a wide, happy smile. You feel like you could turn into putty when he smiles this way and you yearn to be moulded into something new by him. How dare his mouth and arms work in tandem like that? You try to save yourself by dialling up the drama in your voice:

“Ugh, it’s alright, I guess, all in a day’s work for a saint like me. I do accept alms in the form of chocolate and cash” – and cock, you add in your head, which makes you roll your eyes at yourself and back at the TV but you do catch a glimpse of Chan licking his lips before replying:

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

And you could bicker further, but his low voice took on a weird tone (playful, but sexy? Suggestive? Oh, lord!) and you have literally no spoons left to contain your horniness, so you try to ignore the gorgeous presence next to you and focus on murder.

***

Four hours later you wake up, with a weight on you in unfamiliar places. You have somehow managed to partly drape yourself over Chan –you are spooning into him, holding his left arm hostage like your favourite plushie. His t-shirt is wet where you drooled on him, his head is resting above you. You are surprised to find him asleep, considering his insomniac tendencies.

Still quite dazed, you relish the feeling of his upper arm and side against your body. You lie there, just existing, enjoying this fleeting moment, listening to Chan’s calm breaths, the beating of his heart that you could swear you can feel from where his muscular arm is pressed against you.

When he moves in his sleep, you unwillingly relent your grip. Better to let him turn freely than wake him up. But he doesn’t move away – at least, not the way you expected. He grumbles, flexing his triceps as he slides his arm down. His arm is now lying between you and him, his hand is resting on your thigh, which you have tucked up against you, turning you into a little croissant.

On instinct, you slightly open your legs to let his hand in. You wonder what the hell you are doing. He hooks his hand between your thighs. You wonder what the hell HE is doing. Chan pulls you closer with an ease that both delights and disgusts you in the best possible way. You don’t breathe. He doesn’t let go. His hand is now nicely sandwiched between your legs. His fingers squeeze the meaty part of your thigh, tantalizingly close to your pussy. You lift your head, trying to look in his face. Is he still asleep? Are you his plushie now? Have you died and gone to heaven?

He seems peacefully asleep and you lie back down carefully. You are now much closer to him. You feel hot and a bit shivery. His fingers continue to flex in obviously involuntary movements, his synapses firing in deep sleep. Your eyes drift shut with pleasure.

It feels good. His touch, his proximity, this entire situation. You are taut as a bowstring from excitement. You experimentally touch Chan’s upper arm again, holding on, gently stroking the exposed skin with your thumb. He is so soft and his muscles so thick you could sink your teeth into them.  

With the smallest gasp, you cannot help but roll your hips into his hand, very carefully, to cause that sweet friction you have been denied so far. Lightning strikes through your clit into your stomach.

“Oh shit”, you think, “oh shit, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Because you cannot stop yourself now. Chan’s heady closeness, his smell, his warmth, his fingers and now your own naughty movement have pushed you over an edge and you have to keep rolling, rocking yourself into him. You try to hold back, to be as soft as you can. You make a keening sound, nearly inaudible. You feel like you are being set on fire.

And then Chan turns over and captures you tightly. He rotates the arm between your legs so his hand is splayed on your arse cheek, holding on. His other arm comes down on your other side. He hovers over you, his elbows propping him up while his free hand snakes under your head to grab you in the nape of your neck. You cannot escape from the tight space he has created.

You suck in a shocked breath, your eyes snap open. His face is so close. Before you can move or say anything, try to explain yourself, he grins down at you.

“I knew you liked my arms, YN”, his voice is hoarse and quiet, laced with satisfaction, “I just didn’t know you liked them that much.”

“I’m so sorry”, you say with a panicked look on your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp, “I didn’t think…I didn’t mean to…”

Chan neither lets you finish your sentence nor continue your futile struggle against the virtual wall he has created with his body. He flexes the arm between your legs up against your crotch, squeezing your bum tightly.

“Fffuuuhhck”, you let out a broken moan from the sudden stimulation and your eyes drift shut again. This is what you needed. All the little movements you dared to make before cannot compare in any way to this. Chan’s large hand on your neck squeezes slightly.

“I like it when you swear”, Chan says, looking down at you, relenting the pressure of his arm and then pushing in again, making you gasp, bucking your hips, “and I like it when you use me. So, go on, YN…use me.”

You decide that this is the most realistic sex dream you ever had and to just fucking go with it. You pull Chan’s head down to cover his plump lips with soft kisses. He opens his mouth for you and it feels like he is ready to devour you. When his tongue touches yours for the first time, you feel like you might cum on the spot. His lips and tongue seem to tease you, promising more pleasure.

Your other hand grabs his arm, feeling his magnificent muscles straining to give you as much friction as you need. You start riding his arm slowly but with strength behind every roll of your hips.

“Come on, YN, I can take it.”

It’s dizzying. You pick up your pace, and soon there is no rhythm to your movements anymore, just plain wanton need to feel more. You are moaning into his mouth as he lets his tongue play with yours.

“That’s right, just like that. You have been holding back for so long, being all proper with me, I am so glad you are finally letting loose, you look fucking beautiful, my little princess.”

His low voice, his self-assured tone is driving you closer to your peak, and Chan can tell by your frantic movements and sounds. He kisses your lips, down your jaw. He squeezes your arse and your nape as he growls into your ear: “Keep going, baby girl. Cum on me.”

Yes, this is what you needed.

With a throaty moan you press your wet pussy against his strong underarm and ride out your orgasm, whimpering nonsense. Chan leans his forehead against yours, whispering how sexy you are while you spasm under him.

After what feels like millenia, you go limp. You are breathing hard, still making little noises as you come down from your high.

“Oh, fuck me, oh, that was so good”, you gasp.

Chan lies down next to you and pulls you in tight. He nuzzles your neck and you can feel his grin.

“Yeah? I think so too. Very hot. I especially liked it when you said I am your own personal Adonis.”

You groan and hide your face in your hands.

“I did say that didn’t I?! This is all the fault of. That. Picture.”

You turn around and accentuate your words with pinches to his shoulder and biceps. Chan laughs and catches your hand before it can pinch any further, kissing your fingers.

“You knaur, I never thought this would happen, but I am very happy it did”, he turns a little serious and looks into your eyes intently. “I think you are really cool and hot. And I would like to do this again. Maybe you will find some other parts of me even more enjoyable.”

You cock an eyebrow, making a show of looking him up and down.

“Hm, you think so, do you? Well, you muscular, arrogant, delectable, little shit, I will be the judge of that!”

And with that you attack his lips and push your hand down his pants to reward him for his existence in general and the orgasm he gifted you in particular.

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[apompkwrites]

the tortured draconia || malleus draconia

masterlist characters: n/a genre: angst contains: torture/gore (specifically ripping out wings), lil draconia cannot catch a break :( summary: for (name)'s final test to become a servant of the palace, they have been tasked with hunting down a beast of the briar. notes: so uh this is what i was talking about when i said I'm not above physically hurting the black sheep :) used some french mythological creatures so have fun with that :D parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]

deep in the forest of briar valley live monstrous beasts with gnashing teeth and serpent-length tails, said to be the cause of disappearing fae all over the valley. children are warned to steer clear of the forest's edge, lest they be snatched up and eaten whole by the beasts of the briar.

you remembered hearing that story as you grew older and as your curiosity about the forest's inhabitants grew alongside you. but miss leah was quick to erase those thoughts from your mind, urging you to never step foot past a single tree.

and yet, here you were, clad in a black coat with the hood tossed over your head to hide your horns. the people of briar valley didn't bat an eye, ignoring you as you flew through the sky toward the edge of the forest.

it was eerily quiet, especially given how the stories of regular forests outside of briar valley talked about the lively flora and fauna. it was as if the forest was an entirely different world, separated from the valley to make its own ecosystem.

with a deep breath to calm your nerves and a shake of your hands to stop the jittering, you stepped into the shrubbery, disappearing into the dark green brush.

the forest was still, despite you being caught up in the center of it all. the only sound was the occasional swish of leaves as the wind blew through the clearing.

with all of the silence, your mind wandered to the tales of the beasts of the briar. many of the younger servants would whisper amongst themselves about the nearby woods, worried about a supposed beast that could very well pounce out of the bushes to attack the palace.

sometimes, there were rumors of a beast of the briar that had thorns sticking out of its body, more than likely a result of the various thorn bushes that lined the edge of the castle.

the supposed beasts of the briar were feared by all, a permanent reminder of the cruelty of the hidden species of briar valley. it was always a thought in the back of people's minds how the valley housed so many creatures that strayed from fae eyes.

how many creatures exist in the valley?

you didn't get to ponder much on that question when a sharp pain rushed through your back.

you came crashing down to the grass floor, dirt staining your cheek and hands when you tried to cushion your fall. it was hard to see what exactly attacked you at first, its entire body weight keeping you pinned to the ground for a few seconds. but once it let up, you managed to crane your head over your shoulder to look at the cause.

gnashing teeth.

serpent-length tail.

and thorns poking into its skin.

you only managed a sharp scream for a moment. it was silenced just another moment later when your consciousness was ripped away.

you had heard one story of a creature, or rather people, in the forest. it was so long ago that you truly thought you had made it up.

the fae in white, also known as the white fae, are dangerous creatures that take refuge in the forests and caves surrounding briar valley. not much is known about these wild fae solely because no one has returned to tell the tale.

it was short, not very sweet, but it sent chills down your spine when you first heard it.

"come, little dragon, wake up," a sweet voice lulled to you, drawing your consciousness out into the forefront. you let out a little groan, your back still aching from the attack that drove you into the ground.

when your vision cleared, no longer hazy and blurry, you saw nothing but a rocky floor. now that you thought about it, it had to be a cave, right? the large flood of light was enough to prove your hypothesis.

you tried to move your arms, but the weight of your own heavy body along with the thorned restraints kept you from doing so. the spikes drove into your skin, drawing out blood the more you moved. you let out little whimpers and squeals, refusing to scream out, lest your shout echoes along the cave's walls.

for a brief moment, you felt something flutter on your back.

"ah, there you are," the voice cooed once more, a cold hand sliding up your neck and chin, tilting your head towards them.

the fae was stark white, both in clothes and skin. she had sunken black eyes as if she hadn't slept in centuries. her long black hair fell over her shoulders in strands, knotted together to make thick strips of hair that seemed like a pain to comb through. she wore something akin to a nightgown, held together with little thorned vines as if they were stitches.

"welcome back to the world, little dragon," she giggled, her hand moving up to stroke the side of your horn. she hummed to herself as if satisfied with the feeling of your horns against her skin.

"wh...who...?"

"no need for introductions, lovely," she mused, her fingers continually dancing along your horn. "you won't be here a moment more than needed."

she gave you not more than a second to gather your thoughts before more searing pain shot through your body. this time, it wasn't a stabbing pain like when the beast sunk its teeth into your back.

no, no, no. it was a shooting pain in two spots on your back. exactly where your wings were located.

now you were no longer concerned with keeping your screams down. you screeched at the pain in your back, thrashing around in the confines of the thorned vines, unbothered by the minor pain of them digging into your skin. frankly, you were more concerned with the fact that you now knew the reason why fae did not live to tell the tale of the fae in white.

they were stripped of their wings and left for dead in these caves, maybe even fed to the beasts of the briar.

"oh, hush," the fae in white sang, her other hand that had been tugging and tearing at your wing now being jabbed into your wing roots. it was as if she was digging through dirt in search of a plant's roots. she effortlessly scooped through your skin, her fingers grasping at the root of your wing.

and, in a single, horribly painful, motion, she tore out your left wing.

"my, my," she cooed at both the wing laying still in her hand and at the sound of your screams and cries. "to think i would be bestowed the honor of stealing away the wings of a draconia... i wonder."

she paused for a moment, her hand, the one not holding your dismembered wing, danced up the curve of your horn once more.

"i have never tried to take a horn before... but first."

just like before, the searing pain in your back increased tenfold as she tore your other wing from its roots. your cries were now squeals mixed with whimpers and whines.

"i'd advise you to bite your tongue, little dragon," she spoke in a soft voice before grabbing ahold of both your horns, yanking at them as if they would pop out of your skull. "ah, they're attached. i'm not a fan of killing my prizes, so..."

crack

instead of digging her hands into your skull--that would surely kill you--she sliced just above the base of your horns. they cracked at the force, leaving behind two small slivers on your head.

"perfect," she cooed to herself, unwrapping the thorned vines from your body. she scooped up her prizes, the last remnants of your draconia blood, and seemed to disappear into the light that flooded in from the cave's entrance.

and all you could do was fall onto the ground, too weak to move a muscle on your own.

had you managed to maintain a second more of consciousness, you would have felt your body lift from the ground, into the secure hold of your savior.

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[angelkissiies]

SUB ABBY PLS PLS PLS IT'S MY RELIGION

angel eyes

abby anderson x reader

cw : sub!abby, dom!reader, praise kink (if you squint), slight overstim, abby in slight subspace, overall nsfw!

wc : 2.7k

a/n : doing abby’s makeup and topping her ?! done and done. also not proofread!!!

“I cannot believe I'm letting you do this.” Abby huffed, laying down on your shared bed as you hovered over her with a giddy smile. She’d reluctantly agreed to let you do her makeup with some bag of extremely expired products you found in an old school. She’d been unwilling at first, not wanting to destroy her image but as you pleaded with her she found it within herself to put a backseat to her pride. 

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re gonna like it,” You began, digging through the bag as you found a tube of mascara. “Probably.” Since you weren’t very acquainted with makeup, you’d taken it upon yourself to scavenge a couple magazines from a nearby mall that helped give you at least a little bit of an idea of what to do. Plus, every product usually had its intended place of usage in the name. How hard could it really be?

She rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile drawing at her lips as she stilled beneath you- taking an interest in the tube you’d begun to toy with. “What’s that?” She asked lightly, watching as you rubbed the wand onto your fingers, testing the texture of the liquid. 

“Mascara, It goes on your eyelashes.” You hummed, mapping out what you planned to do. You definitely weren’t going to be the best, but you had faith in your abilities as you wiped your fingers off on your jeans. “Look up for me, honey.”

You dipped the wand back into the black tube, getting it completely covered in the black substance that you were no longer sure could be considered a liquid, before scraping off some excess on the edge of the opening. For being over twenty years old, it was weirdly preserved- which was odd, but not unseen. You leaned down closer to her, carefully bringing the wand up to her light blonde lashes before giving them a soft stroke with the brush- coating them in the tar-colored makeup.

Abby sat patiently, trying not to blink as she watched the wand come closer to her eye. Though she knew you wouldn’t hurt her on purpose, she still battled with her instinct to blink as she felt the substance come into contact with her lashes, making them feel a tad heavier. She let her gaze drift from the makeup to you, watching as you focused solely on her- lip tucked gently between your teeth as you tried to get it as clean as possible. It made her heart skip a beat, you and the sudden feeling of your knee shifting between her legs as you leaned over to rewet the wand. 

“You okay?” You asked, giving her bottom lashes a quick swipe before moving to the other eye. Her face was now flushed, eyes set in on you as you worked. Usually, she didn’t think you noticed how she let her gaze linger on you- but that was indeed far from the truth. In reality, you could feel her gaze from the moment it landed on you, the intensity too much to ignore. 

She nodded quickly, looking back up as you took your time coating her lashes all over again. This was the way it usually went. When Abby Anderson started to stare, it usually meant one of two things. Either she wanted your attention or she wanted your attention. The difference? One had her in your arms, and the other had her on her hands and knees. You’d become awfully good at spotting the difference, seeing as she sucked at hiding her intentions with you. “Yeah, all good.” She responded, feeling her heart start to hammer as you finished up your assault on her lashes. 

You smiled, biting the inside of your cheek gently before moving to rifle through the bag yet again. Since you were still pretty new to makeup, you wanted to keep it simple. Testing the waters in a way that wouldn’t scare your test subject away just yet. That and you wanted a reason to keep her here, trapped beneath you as you “unintentionally” shifted your knee in a way that you knew got her attention. “Okay, now can you pick between these colors?” You asked her, holding up two tinted lip balms that you’d been saving for a special occasion. 

Abby tensed her stomach, feeling your knee press into her heat roughly- watching as you were completely unfazed showing off the balms to her. One was pink and the other was leaning towards red, though she couldn’t say she minded much about what she looked like anymore. “Uh, that one,” She whispered, motioning towards the red one with a little nod of her head. 

You nodded, a devious plan coming to mind as you uncapped the tube- letting the top fall to the floor. You brought the color up to your own lips, coating them in the soft red tint before letting the uncapped tube fall from your hand back into the open bag. 

“What are you-,” 

You cut her off by dipping down to capture her lips, hand coming up to rest on her jaw as you kept her still. You could feel the change in her body, her hands coming up to rest on your waist from where they had sat previously at her sides, chest rising and falling faster. You swiped your tongue against her bottom lip, feeling as they almost instantly parted to grant you access, a soft whine pulling from her lips as they did so. 

She shifted beneath you, attempting in some ways to pull you closer to her, though only resulting in you grinding your knee down onto her cunt- eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips as you pulled away to give her a moment to breathe. “Fuck, uh-,” She began, trying to blink away the lustful thoughts that had gathered in her mind. “Sorry.” 

“For what, sweetheart?” You panted, tongue darting out to wet your lips before you trailed your eyes down her face, watching as her bottom lip practically trembled. You didn’t even wait for her to answer, using your hand to tilt her head up to allow more access to her neck, dipping down to press soft open-mouthed kisses to the flesh. She was so easy to read, in all your months together you’d become a god at reading her little signals. Trembling when she got turned on, tapping her foot when she got mad, and so on and so forth. 

Abby let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt your teeth catch a sensitive spot on her neck- making her words come out in a rush. “I-i don't know.” She managed, feeling a familiar wetness begin to pool in her boxers. It was embarrassing, how fast she got aroused by you. It was as if her body craved you in such a way that she couldn’t live without the electricity of your touch. She needed it, she needed you. 

You left a dark mark at the base of her neck, chuckling slightly as you pressed a soft kiss over it. “Then don’t apologize, hm?” Your knee came to grind down on her cunt, making her hips jolt slightly in response. It was brain-melting, how much you enjoyed having the muscular women beneath you. Most from a glance would assume the roles in your relationship were cookie cutter- big strong woman and her smaller average bodied girlfriend. Abby gave off the vibes of being totally dominant, mostly to uphold her incredibly important position in the WLF- much to your dismay. Though, you came to not mind it- seeing how fast her facade melted for you once you got her alone. 

Your hand wandered down her torso, stopping at the hem of her t-shirt. “This okay?” You asked first, not moving an inch until you heard her sweet lips give you the okay. Her voice was barely audible through her ragged breaths, yet you heard her loud and clear- just as you always managed to. You slowly dipped one hand under the fabric, snaking up towards her breasts as you continued your assault on her neck. 

Abby had begun to sweat, the subtle yet overwhelming pleasure going straight to her cunt as she allowed you to take over completely. It was getting ridiculous at this point, how soaked her boxers had become- part of her worried about you feeling the result of your advances through the fabric of her jeans. Though, the idea faded as you took her nipple between your fingers, rolling it gently as you sucked another dark mark onto her neck. “Shit..” She hissed, mouth falling open at the sensation. 

Her noises had become music to your ears, urging you to venture further as your other hand came to the button of her jeans- unhooking it with ease as you spared her a quick look. “Hm?” You murmured, in a way you knew she’d understand. 

“Fuck, please.” She whined, borderline about to take them off for you as she felt your hand disappear from her chest and reappear at her hips, pulling the jean material from her in a swift movement. Part of her wanted to be impressed with how fast you tended to be, but the other part was itching for you to hurry up not moving fast enough for the ache that had begun in her core. 

You tossed the pants onto the floor haphazardly, ignoring whatever else clattered to the floor with it. Your fingers were quick to break her waistband, navigating down to her core with a need to be wrapped up inside her walls. She was genuinely like a drug to you, the simple scent of her arousal enough to cloud your mind with a million ways to have her underneath you, crying from pleasure. Her pleasure was all that mattered to you in these moments, seeing the vulnerability seep from her every pore, something so precious that belonged to you. “M’fuck.” You breathed, feeling the wetness gather on your fingers as you gently caressed her puffy lips. “So wet, angel. Y’know that?” 

A borderline pornographic moan fell from the girl's lips as you let your fingers brush her sensitive clit, using her slick to begin rubbing soft circles. “God-,” She groaned, eyebrows knitting together as her hips tried to chase your touch, aching for more.

You used your other hand to push her shirt, exposing her breasts to the chilly air- her nipples hardening under your sudden touch. “Tell me what you want.” You murmured, letting your fingers deep further down to skim across her slit- feeling her instantly clench around nothing. “Can you do that for me?”

Abby stifled a moan, bringing her hand to cover her bright red cheeks as she felt embarrassment creep into her chest at your vulgar request. She wasn’t usually so shy, remembering moments she’d come to match your vulgarity. “I want... y-you.” She whimpered, hips attempting to buck up towards your hand- in search of some friction. “Please..”

“Want me to what, angel?” 

The blonde was losing patience, self-control going out the window as she let out a pitiful groan. “Fuck me, please, will you fuck me?” She couldn’t take it anymore, all respect she had for herself mushing into something closer to desperation as she tried to reach for your hand. Abby was a girl who knew what she wanted, you both knew that. “I need... I need your fingers.”

You smiled, pushing a single finger into her sinfully drenched cunt, watching as her body visibly jolted from the newfound sensation. “Good girl, I knew you could do it.” You praised, moving to angle your body more towards her. You’d begun thrusting your finger, curling it to press into the spongy spot that made her brain melt, feeling as she instinctively clenched around the single digit. It wasn’t enough for her yet, and you knew that- using this to sustain her as you leaned up to take her nipple into your mouth, rolling it on your tongue roughly- drawing a high-pitched moan from her mouth. 

“Oh, goddamn.” She groaned, feeling as you sunk a second finger into her cunt- the pressure pushing at her walls as you upped your pace, a devious wet noise beginning to get louder as your fingers came knuckle deep in her cunt over and over again. She felt borderline delirious, head falling back onto the pillows as she struggled to keep her mind clear, thoughts completely clouded in pleasure. It was her fatal flaw, in her eyes, the space in which she slipped during sex. An empty, babbling, pleasure-filled space.

You dragged your tongue over her erect nipple, moving to suck a dark mark onto the soft skin of her breast. Your hand was practically drenched in her slick now, thumb bumping her clit as you continued a ruthless thrusting into her cunt. You took a second to raise your head, seeing the red tint that was smudged all over her lips.. and her neck.. and maybe also her chest now, but mainly wanting to see the flushed fucked outlook that you loved on her so much. God, she never disappointed. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, mouth agape spilling strings of moans, with her hands dug roughly into the sheets beneath her. 

She could feel the pressure building in her stomach, the walls of her cunt pulsating around your fingers as she began to tremble under your touch. She wanted to cum, if she’d been in a clearer headspace she’d probably have even said that- begged you to make it happen, but with the cloudy euphoria in her brain she couldn't even manage a sensible string of words. 

“Gonna cum on m’fingers, angel?” You teased, curling them inside of her roughly, watching as her crystalline eyes brimmed with unshed tears. 

Abby felt like screaming, her legs threatening to close as the pleasure pushed her farther and farther towards the edge, breaths quickening as the tears escaped from her eyes. “(y/n), oh god.” She whined, feeling more arise as the intensity overwhelmed her in the most delicious way. “M’gonna cum, don’t stop.” 

You kept your pace, leaning up to capture her lips in a rough kiss as you dug your fingers into the spot in her cunt that sent her over the edge- the curl of your fingers hitting all of the spots they needed to as you devoured her scream like moans. It was dizzying, the feeling of her walls contracting on your fingers mixed with the wet squelching sound coming from her boxers as you pushed her through her orgasm. “Just like that, c’mon. Just like that.” You hummed, slowing your fingers to a stop as you felt her body come back down to restfully on the bed. 

“Oh, shit.” She sighed, words broken as she tried to catch her breath. Her legs shook slightly still as you gently pulled your fingers out of her, catching a small whine from her lips before you shushed her lightly- pressing a kiss to the edge of her lips as you wiped your fingers clean on your jeans. 

You smiled at the girl, using a free hand to push the stray hairs from her face as she peered up at you with blown eyes. “You okay?” You asked, taking in the sight of her. Black streaks down her face, red tinge to her lips (and everywhere else..), it made your heart clench. She was so pretty, almost too pretty. “Had you crying and everything.” You poked fun at her, rubbing some of the mascara from her cheek onto your finger before showing her- eliciting a gasp from her lips. 

“There is no way, right?” Abby asked, looking around briefly for any reflective surface before plopping back down onto the pillow. She felt the clouding ease up, letting her finally see you. Not just look at you, but really see you. Hair sticking up wildly, sweating a tad, smelling like nothing but sex and strawberries as you hovered above her. That was something she’d never trade, not for anything. As much as she was your girl, you were hers. In every meaning of the word. “Take a shower with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask, my girl.”

#abby anderson #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #bottom abby truther #abby anderson ff #abby anderson brainrot #abby anderson smut ff #tlou #tlou2 #x reader #abby x reader x ellie #the last of us part 2 #smut fic #smut writer

[lovelynim]

omggg, congrats on your milestone Fabi, i'm so happy for u <3🪷✨ for the request, uh- may i humbly suggest writing something with lee!Rafayel and ler!Reader? maybe using him as a canvas for real lol- i'm- i'm sorry it's just- ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ🤌🏻

I didn't expect this many Rafayel's fans to show up in such a short amount of time, hahaha

But since you guys want to see him get got so much, who am I to disagree? ~

Also, my apologies to the last anon, but I'm smushing you together with the other two since it's the same characters, hope you don't mind!

Thin, thick, long and soft brushes, all scattered around your canvas. A color palette with different shades of red, yellow and orange, perfect to paint a beautiful sunset. If the canvas in question wasn’t putting so much effort in trying to run away, this would probably be the most peaceful painting session you ever experienced. But as Rafayel, a great and known artist once said, “chaos is a symbol of wisdom, every genius has a messy desk”.

“If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to have to start all over, Rafayel,” you tease him, keeping a firm grip around his wrists while you drag the paintbrush all the way from his forearm down to his ribs, leaving a light yellow trace behind. 

“Sohohomeohohone, hehEHEHelp!! T-thihihis is tohohorturehEHEHE!!” Rafayel cried out as if this was some kind of murder attempt. However, no matter how much he pleaded or begged, his words wouldn’t make it to your heart - not this time, not after testing your patience for so damn long.

You click your tongue, shaking your head, pretending to pity the poor artists. “Torture? This is art, Rafayel. And art is supposed to be felt, right?” You smirked, not caring the least about the fresh drops of paint sliding down your canvas and tainting the floor underneath him. “Now, I think we could use some red here,” you explained calmly while Rafayel watched in horror while you dipped the paintbrush in the red ink and brought it back to your canvas - also known as his bare torso.

“NohoHOHOH!!” He laughed, kicking his feet like a little kid throwing a tantrum, but there was no way you were going to let him go this easy. “Plehehehease! I sahAHahaid I’m sohohorry!”

He twisted and turned his body away, trying to avoid at all costs the brush covered in ink that was dancing over his stomach, tickling his tummy with soft and quick strokes, one after the other, over and over again.

“You should feel sorry for making me work so hard just to paint a little,” you grunted, tightening your grip around his wrists while you circled his navel with the paint brush. With a sadistic look on your eyes, you admired his face - a complete mess of laughter, you could barely tell the drops of paint and the natural blush on his cheeks apart. Cute. “Now, I think we need to add another layer of orange here, the colors are a bit bland…”

“AHahAHAHA, i-it’s goohohohod! N-no mohohore lahahayers!!” He laughed, gasping when you tried to draw a little awkward-shaped sun on his chest. The redness on his cheeks was starting to spread down to his neck, the colors of his skin mixing with the ones from the ink, creating something that actually looked like a sunset - well, maybe if you squint your eyes a little, but still a sunset. 

“Ahaha- p-please!” Rafayel wheezed, dropping his head back into the floor tiredly, trying to catch up his breath. His body trembled, tingling all over. “Y-you should let… t-the ink dry before… continuing…”

With the paintbrush still in your hand, you couldn’t help but laugh a little. 

#900 followers milestone #milestone event #asks #anon #love and deepspace #love and deepspace tickling #rafayel #reader #rafayel x reader

[willicebattlecatsblog]

Hello! I've been following your Creekclan videos and watching you draw is really inspiring for me! I was wondering, if you're comfortable with sharing, if you could make a tutorial of sorts on how you shade your drawings in those videos? It's a very pretty way to shade and I'm curious about what your process is. No worries if you wouldn't like to share that, and thank you for your time :3

Hi ! Thank you so much for following my series !!! :) I will try to post the tutorial here :

STEP 1 : Paint your character ! Here we will take Toadjump as our test subject !

STEP 2 : Add the shadows based on your light source ! (I generally use a high sun) For the colors of the shadow, if your character is directly under the sky, I would use blue, and if under trees or vegetation, a more green shadow, but it's really up to you and the colors you wish to have ! I would also recommend using a textured brush for this step !

STEP 3 : Now, lock your shadow on its layer so you can paint only within it ! With an "airbrush" brush, add some orangy/brown ! The orange should be lighter than the blue, but don't make it too light !

STEP 4 : This one is optional ! Add lighter and more vibrant / satured blue opposed to the orange ! This blue is mainly on the exterior of the body or on the limbs that are "behind" the body ! This color is used as a reflexion from the environment's colors. If you use a white background, this lighter blue is alright ! If your character is in a forest, maybe use a more greenish blue, and etc depending of the colors of the environment (I hope this is understandable !)

STEP 5 : Simply reduce the shadow layer's opacity ! I usually put it around 45% so the shadow isn't too harsh, but depending on your environment, ambiance and lighting, you can vary this setting !

I mainly use this shading technique for my sketches as it is really quick and easy to do ! I hope this tutorial is clear enough, I hope it helps you !! :)

#shading tutorial

[tw1l1te]

The Final Promise₊˚✩⊹

Chapter 10

Linked Universe x reader

Warnings: Angst, tension, violence

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Wars knew you were special, after all you were the one person in the group who wasn’t Hylian, much less some prophetic hero. But he knew you were more, your visual differences were just the top layer of your peculiarity.

At first, he was very wary of you and your presence. The hours spent examining you and talking to Time about your situation left him lost and frustrated beyond relief. You were strange, and he didn’t like it. He wanted to be nice, of course, he understood the fear and uncertainty you were feeling about the group, as he reciprocated the same feeling toward you: uncertainty and distrust. 

Initially, he was hoping that you’d find your way home after a few weeks or months, brushing it off as another lost soul needing guidance and a hero’s promise. But that goal didn’t last long as it was over a year, bordering a year and a half and so much had happened. He felt like… the group wasn’t complete without you, as much as he hated to admit that.

You made the journey feel less depressing and burdensome. Every day was new and undiscovered with you, whether it be a new piece of your own life uncovered to them or a new joke you used, he was in awe.

…

He needed to tell you how he felt, and he wanted to as soon as you left the inn, giving himself an excuse to follow because you might be in danger. When he saw the Vet being there, he stilled. This was not the plan.

He watched the entire scene go down, wincing at your sharp tone, hoping nobody else woke up from that. A person or two shuffled in their sleep, but no one work up. Next thing he saw was you on Legend’s lap, both of you lost in each other.

He should have been happy for you two, Hylia knows Vet needed someone for ages. She owed him something for all the shit he’s been through… but why did it have to be you? Sweet, kind, beautiful you?

And… didn’t you already have something going on with Time and/or Twilight? Even possibly Sky?

Was this a ruse? Surely you wouldn’t be the type, no, you were smarter than that. 

Right?

~

“And you’re sure this will work?” Time asked Wild.

Wild was readjusting his facial covering, sighing with annoyance, “For the last time, I’ve done this tens of times before. All I need from you and the rest of the group is to sit still at the Oasis while Y/n and I go talk to Riju in Gerudo Town. It’ll draw way too much attention if all of us come in, even if we got vai garb for you.”

“Right… how long do you think you both will take?”

“We should be back at the Oasis a little after sundown. We’ll take sand seals to get to the village, so the majority of the day will be spent talking to the Chief.”

Time nods, “Just be cautious, you never know who can pass the guards, even something as heavily guarded as Gerudo Town. I’d know.”

While Wild was talking to the old man, You were fastening your supplies onto your sash, going through your checklist of supplies.

You fidgeted with your necklace, tracing the Hylian insignia to calm you down. 

Why the hell were you so nervous?

“You’re nervous.” Four stated, eyeing your necklace. You hum.

“We’ll be right here the entire day, waiting for you. Just stick with the Champion and you’ll be fine.” You nod, seems simple enough to follow.

With a few waves and nods, you and Wild were off on your Sand Seals, being the most efficient and quick way to reach Gerudo Town.

The wind was refreshing, despite the sun beating its rays down upon you, as if it was trying to test your limits of heat. Wild was practically showing off, doing twists and hops, just laughing at his own antics. You’ve shield surfed before, but having the extra pull and momentum gave an extra edge to the thrill.

Wind would love this. You’d have to show him when you got back that night.

Before you knew it, you and Wild approached Gerudo Town, handing off the reigns to a merchant and heading towards the two guards stationed in front of the main entrance.

“What is your reason of being here?” she asked, voice deep.

Wild looked at you, reminding you that you were the main spokesperson for today.

“Ah- right. We have an appointment with Chief Riju?”

The two guards give each other a glance before letting you in, your shoulders releasing the tension the second you passed the threshold. 

Wild led you forward, pointing out a few stalls that you’d both check out later as he needed to restock on a few ingredients anyways. You saw a few jewelry and clothing stalls, and even a tattoo parlor that seemed brand new. You didn’t remember seeing it when you played through the game.

You felt Wild clasp your hand in his, leading you up the stairs to the throne room. You could hear a few voices talking, no doubt something related to your meeting.

“Ah! Link! There you are. And this must be your friend, Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you!” Riju exclaims, already making her way towards you.

You panicked, bowing to her, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chief Riju.”

She waves her hands, “Oh please! There’s no need for such formalities, any friend of Link’s is a friend of mine. Please, just call me Riju.”

You stand up straight, nervously fumbling with your necklace again, a clear indicator that you were not the best at being social. How was Wild being so nonchalant? 

“We came for the… updates. You mentioned in your letter something about the desert ruins and possibly the Yiga Clan?”

Letter? Wild never mentioned a letter-

“Ah, yes! Follow me, I have some information in my study. I sent you the letter months ago, but there’s been some developments…” she trailed off, leading you both to her room.

You gave him a look. 

Why was everyone keeping things from you? First Legend now Wild…

What else do you not know?

“Like I was saying, we’ve found some old artifacts sticking out from the remains of the Arbiter’s Grounds. It doesn’t serve much purpose to us, but we thought you could take a look and see if its anything you might be booking for or might help.”

Riju handed Wild a flat object covered in a beige tarp. He untied the loose knot, uncovering the black slab of rock with familiar markings on it.

“That’s a piece of the Twilight Mirror. How…”

Riju looks at you, “Ah, so you do know what it is! I presumed it had something to do with the Twili tribe but I wasn’t sure. I should’ve known you would have found it familiar, after all you’re the hero’s guide.”

You hum, you were still getting used to the title. It didn’t sit right with you that people regarded you in such a high manner. It was unnatural, considering your background.

“Did you see any other possible artifacts or pieces of the mirror? The rest couldn’t have gone far.”

Riju sighs dejectedly, “No, unfortunately. The research team scouted out the ruins high and low and even dug under a few feet, but nothing came up. There were some markings on the old columns, but nothing noteworthy.”

She pauses for a moment before turning back to Link, “However, the Yiga Clan showed up halfway through the research, though not in a hostile manner. At least, not towards us. Toward Link, Y/n, and your group, rather. They mentioned something about hooded figures entering their hideout demanding your guide.”

Wild stiffens at that and turns to you, “Weren’t those the figures you were reading about?”

You nod. Shit, you left the book back at the Oasis. You always manage to forget something.

“Chie- Riju, did the Yiga mention anything about the hooded figures? Did they look peculiar or mention anything of importance?”

Riju thinks for a moment. 

“One of the Yiga members did mention they wore full-length black robes, and had masculine voices. They also said one threatened a clan member using Fae magic, though Fae magic is almost unheard of, at least in this time period. I can’t offer much information right now, as I didn’t directly talk to the member, but I can corroborate with one of my guards that went on the short expedition and write down notes to mail to you.”

“That would be really helpful, thank you Riju.” Link states.

“Do you mind if we hold onto this mirror shard? It's small enough for us to travel with and it might prove to be useful in our… travels.” There was no easy way to put interdimensional and time travel into casual conversation, but Riju got the meaning behind his words.

“Yes, of course. I suggest wrapping it up in a tarp or cloth as this material is very peculiar and we don’t know what it's capable of.”

Link rewrapped the mirror shard, storing it in his Sheikah Slate. You’d have to examine it later, maybe take a closer look at the hieroglyphics if you can.

“I’ll have the guards escort you out, as I have a few more meetings to get to with a few ambassadors from outside of the desert. It was wonderful meeting you, Y/n. I do hope we meet again soon,” she said with a smile. You thanked her, waving goodbye as you and Link made your way back to the main plaza.

“I’m gonna go stock up on a few things. You can go look around if you want, just don’t leave without me.”

You nod wordlessly, meandering about the main square as you examine all sorts of wares. You didn’t have the chance to get a ton of rupees in a while, so you were a bit tight on what you could get, but you bought a small ruby ring for a certain bunny, as a small thanks for being vulnerable with you. It was nothing compared to what you wanted to verbally express to him, but it was just a small symbol of trust and appreciation.

Stuffing the ring into your pouch, you keep walking around the town, munching on a piece of Hydromelon. It was in season, so the flavors were bursting on your tongue.

You made your way around a corner, finding it to be a dead end. You were about to turn around to make your way back to the main square before someone wrapped their hand around your mouth, cutting off your terrified scream. Before you had the chance to blink, paper fluttered in front of your eyes, masking your vision.

All that was left in your place were a few, red paper rectangles, signaling a Yiga clan member had trespassed Gerudo walls: an invasion.

~

The sun had set almost two hours ago and the chain was starting to get on edge.

“They’re taking too long.”

“They should’ve been here by now. Where are they?”

The younger members were starting to pick up on both of your absences, thoughts already assuming the worst. Wild was capable of handling his safety, but you? As much as they liked to think you’ve gotten experience and plenty of training from each of them, you could have been harassed, cornered, kidnapped, killed-

Everyone snapped their heads to the sound of violent panting, already knowing its Wild.

Wars ran up to him, gripping his arm to support Wild.

“Where is she, Wild. She should’ve been with you-”

“-They took her.”

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#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #linked universe au

[maple-the-awesome]

Prettiest One In The Room || Part 2/2

Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 4,488

Overview: After being the victim of cruel remarks and snide laughter from others, you decide to take your husband's generous offer in proving just how much he loves his new wife. Warning: Smut, +18, oral (fem. receiving), gentle dom!Peter, sub!Reader, virgin!Reader, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, hint of overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, husband kink (because Peter loves being married to you😉), some dirty talk (but mostly praise because Peter worships you😍).

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PART ONE

You would shiver at the feeling of the cold marble counter brushing against your exposed thigh, however you're a little too distracted by Peter attacking your neck to complain. Addicted to the soft touch of your skin against his lips, he presses a trail of kisses as far north as your jaw and as far south as your collarbone, each as messy and wet as the last. Sometimes he hits the same place twice before finally deciding to give into temptation and nip you there; never enough to draw blood nor hurt, but plenty to make you whimper in anticipation. This is only the beginning after all.

You can feel Peter's calloused hands dust over your curves as they slide back downwards to your legs. After spreading them apart, he shamelessly positions himself in between which allows him better access directly to you. Personal space is further reduced by guiding your legs around his waist while his arms snake around your torso, pulling you chest-to-chest where he can successfully tower over you. This forces you to keep your head cranked backwards especially when his lips finally meet yours.

You're not sure what's more surprising: his clear desire for his wife that he's amazingly kept hidden until now or the fact that he's somehow deaf to the rapid pounding of her heart. It's almost nauseating paired alongside your wavering nerves and wild thoughts that all seem so out of place. You planned for this. You want this especially after finally laying to rest your worries of being a shame to your husband...So why do you feel so anxious right now?

"...Princess?" Peter only barely pulls away, his breath still warm against yours.

You give a hum for it's all you can muster.

"Do you not want this? I've told you time and time again: I won't be mad if you don't, but I'm not a mind reader, love. You have to be honest with me-" Crap, he isn't deaf after all.

"-I don't know what to do with my hands," you blurt pathetically, cheeks feeling as hot as the sun while you refuse to meet his eyes.

It's true. Your trembling hands have been clenching the edge of the counter in an iron grip, too busy debating their possible options to actually commit to one. Should you be hugging him back? Running your fingers through his slicked back hair? Maybe move them lower down his body until-

-A deep chuckle rumbles in Peter's chest, muffling itself against another quick kiss," this isn't a test, sweetheart, and don't you dare worry about me. Just do whatever makes you feel right."

Giving it some more thought paired with his encouraging words, you finally move your arms around him, wrapping them delicately over his shoulders where your fingertips can be tickled against the longer hair at the back of his head. Your bashful smile melts against his when he resumes work, this time biting your lower lip until you open your mouth only a crack. You soon open much wider however, when his tongue forces its way inside.

Dizzy from this deep kiss, your attention is only stolen away by the feeling of your dress being rolled up. All night you've been tugging at its ends trying to keep it from riding up too far yet here you are now, eagerly shifting your weight to help Peter swiftly move it upwards until exposing your full lower half.

You're taken aback by the animalistic growl he gives once looking you over, a sound that affects you in an almost embarrassing way that goes directly to your core. He has no guilt in staring, in fact he even goes as far as to lick his lips while plucking at the band of your new black lingerie," have you been hiding these pretty things the whole night, princess? 'makes me think someone was planning this, hmm?"

He must've truly been joking again, because you notice a very brief flash of surprise in his eyes when you look away shyly. Of course, it's gone by the time he blinks and replaced by a mischievous glimmer instead as he twiddles the ribbon against his finger, leaning towards you closer with a whispered voice that tickles your ear," usually I don't appreciate anyone being one step ahead of me, but for you, my sweet princess...I'm willing to make an exception."

Both of Peter's hands grasp your hips, giving them a squeeze as he pecks your lips before promptly moving along your jawline towards more important places," tell me, did you pick these out specifically for me?"

You hum your reply, each featherlight kiss leading down to the very crook of your neck.

"I bet you spent hours trying to find the perfect match. Which hug your figure best..."

You whimper when his large hands cup your ass as a perfect fit. His wedding ring is cold to the touch and judging on his grip, you wouldn't doubt a temporary imprint or two of it against your soft skin.

"...Which would make me hard for you..."

You bite your lip as you feel one of his hands move too slowly to reach your inner thigh, tracing a line from just above your knee up to the very place you can't wait to have him at.

"...Which would feel like utter heaven to wear while I shower you in all my love..."

You finally give a moan as Peter suddenly sucks the most sensitive skin of your neck harshly.

"Which you'll never be able to so much as look at again without remembering the time I tore into you, my beloved wife; the prettiest woman to ever live."

"P-Peter, you're going to leave marks," you warn, your concern overshadowed by pleasure as your husband continues to ignore your statement, deciding to fulfill it instead by giving you another suck slightly higher.

"That's the plan. 'have to set it straight with everyone else out there: you're mine and I have no shame in worshiping you."

It'll be impossible to hide all the marks Peter decorates you in right now, but maybe that's not a bad thing. While your cheeks burn with heat, there's a candle of excitement within your chest at the thought of leaving this bathroom arm-in-arm with your husband, covered in his lovely hickeys while wearing a smug smile upon your smeared lips. No one will be able to deny it then: you're his and he'd never have it any other way.

Peter's hands move again, only barely grazing over your upper thighs where they hesitate so that his fingers may pluck gently at the band of your lingerie.

"May I?"

It feels like a dream to have Peter push you further back onto the counter after you nod, removing your legs from his waist and placing them in a bent position over his shoulders once he kneels down. You must've been holding your breath for it, watching intensely as he carefully pulls off your panties to leave your bottom half completely exposed to him and only him. It's not until his thumb- roughly compared to his previous touch- brushes against your wet clit that your breath is released in a shaky gasp.

"So wet already, princess...and I've barely even touched you. How are you possibly going to make it through the night?" He doesn't remove his thumb from your clit, rather he continues rubbing circles against it which have your toes curling inside your heels.

"That feels good, doesn't it? Do you like when I touch you there, princess?"

You hum, tossing your head back.

"Words, princess."

"Y-Yes...It feels heavenly!" You fail to suppress the moan by chewing on your inner cheek. That task is impossible as Peter's finger dips into your soaking folds where it then dances over your opening.

Pleased by your previous answer, he smirks," you're the only person in the world I'll ever get down on my knees for, you know that?"

You dare to look down, curiosity getting the best of you when you feel his warm breath against your pussy, however you can only get a brief glance at the sight before your head is thrown back again, an unrestrained cry filling the air as Peter's lips attach themselves to your clit. Before you can even fully process the feeling of his tongue against your nerves, he uses it as a distraction to push his long finger into you.

Both actions are foreign in feeling. Sure, you've experimented with yourself a little as a horny teenager and you'd be lying to say you haven't secretly touched yourself even after marrying Peter. Once growing comfortable around your new husband, the next natural step was to fuck your own fingers while imagining the touch to belong to him as a fruitless attempt in reaching a proper orgasm much to your own frustration. Luckily, you don't think that's going to be a problem after tonight.

Peter's finger disappears to his knuckle as he pumps into your pussy, his tongue swirling over your sensitive bulb in the meantime. He doesn't bother being dignified about it nor is he afraid of the echo of his own slurping as he practically eats you alive like a starved man.

One finger then two, stretching you out in a way that's only a taste of what's to come. They burn at first, yet the more he moves inside your tight pussy, scissoring and curling against your wet walls, the more that pain transforms into a pleasure that has your mouth hung open, droll barely kept from dripping in the corners.

Never have you been able to make yourself feel this way. Where you'd normally lose strength just as your legs began to shake, Peter shows resistance, merely smirking while keeping at it. As your moans increase in volume with his name being torn from your throat in the form of a prayer, he only temporarily moves away from your pussy, his voice unforgivably deep.

"Are you gonna cum, princess? Go ahead then...Show your husband that he's doing his job well. 'show him how much you love it when he eats you out."

You're certain your grip on the counter is white at this point, any words you try to speak broken against your own moans until the feeling is overwhelming. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, however the answer is quickly provided when Peter gives another powerful suck while curling his fingers inside.

Crying out his name, you feel yourself finally come undone over his fingers and face. Your body shakes and you can't help lifting your hips into him in weak thrusts. He doesn't stop right away, instead catching your hips in his hands and pulling you into his face where he can easily kitten lick his share of your juices even if it leaves you whimpering.

It isn't until Peter stands to his feet that you can see what you've done, his jaw shining in the lights hanging above you both. Smirking, he shamelessly sticks his fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking them off before kissing you again which allows you to taste yourself on his lips, too.

"Mmm, you taste wonderful, princess," he hums, pecking your forehead," but I'm ready for the main course, how about you? You took my fingers so well. 'think you can do that to my cock, too?"

"Please."

Peter chuckles before undoing his belt, letting his pants fall and pool at his ankles. His erection is clear in his boxers, a bit of precum visibly leaking onto the fabric. When he pulls this last remaining barrier of clothing down, his cock finally springs free and slaps his stomach.

You gulp, both out of desperation and slight worry. It's one thing to imagine what he looks like down there as you pump yourself with a measly two fingers, but it's a very different effect to see him in person like this. He's long and lean yet far bigger than just two fingers. A part of you wants to worry over this size, fearing the pain that will come from it regardless of what he's already done to make you slick. Of course, that's the quieter side of your head. Regardless of such silent worries, you lick your lips, dying for a taste.

With his cock in hand, Peter gives it a few pumps to prepare while caging you against the counter with his free hand. Despite the current situation including all the dirty things that have been said and done leading up to now, his voice is soft as he whispers in your ear," do you still want this, princess? We can keep it down to just you if you want."

"And leave you like that?" You whisper back, shivering at the sound of his cock sliding in his hand at a steady pace, and that's just it being coated in his own precum! What sinful sounds is it going to make pushed deep inside your slick?

"I could always finish myself off if-"

"-But I want you," you complain, placing a hand on the back of his head. Your fingers tangle in his hair, not applying any pressure but assuring he doesn't get any ideas of moving away," I want you inside me now. I want you to officially make me yours; all of me."

Peter moans lowly and you can feel his smooth tip barely poke against your folds," all of you, hmm? You want me to fuck your little pussy then?"

The tip pushes through only enough to run up and down through your folds, coating itself in leftover juices which makes you shiver again,"...break you open and pump you full of my big cock? Would you like that, princess?"

"Yes, I would, Peter. Please just fuck your wife already!" All he has to do is lean a little forward and he'll be in. Why must he tease like this?

"Atta girl."

You both moan when Peter finally pushes forward, his cock slipping into your pussy at a leisurely pace. Just as you expect, it burns a lot despite his fingers having already loosened you up. Such a feeling fills your eyes with tears which Peter brushes away with his thumbs kindly.

Whispering sweet words of encouragement along the way, he takes his time slowly sinking in until his balls reach your entrance, forbidding him from going any further," don't rush yourself, darling...Take your time and relax for me."

You whimper, your breath increasing as your pussy tries to adjust to his size, although it takes longer to get comfortable than you would like. Nevertheless, you listen to Peter's urges, waiting not so patiently for most of the stinging to subside before moving forward with the part you desire most.

Your husband groans when you weakly try to roll your hips against him, taking it as a sign to begin moving himself. Pulling out, he leaves just his tip in before slamming back into you again causing you to cry out in pleasure. With this, he begins the task of pumping into you as promised, starting out slow just to get you accustomed to the process.

With practice, your whines of discomfort become moans of pleasure ripped from the very depths of your lungs. Both of your arms wrap around him, digging into the back of Peter's suit which will more than likely need a special trip to the dry cleaners to get ironed out after the way you've been gripping onto the fabric (not that he minds one bit). Meanwhile, he keeps his own arms tightly around you to prevent you from being pushed too far back onto the counter by the force of his strong thrusts, instead keeping you trapped securely right where he can please you best on the edge.

"You're so damn tight, princess...So tight for me and only me. Does it feel good having your husband finally claim your pussy?

"Just." Thrust...

"Like." Thrust.

"You." Thrust!

"Planned!" THRUST!

Your nails scratch his skin with the same amount of pressure that your teeth bite into your lower lip with, trying to suppress the shameful smile his dirty words give," oh yes!"

Suddenly Peter stops and, for a split second, you fear that's a sign he came already, however before you can feel too disappointed over that, you realize the true reason for his pause.

"We're fucking busy!" He shouts angrily as the bathroom door only just begins to creak open.

 This makes your heart leap both due to his livid tone and the fact that someone almost caught the two of you, although you're sure the woman probably feels worse given how quickly she slams the door with a horrified gasp. Surely she put two and two together hearing moans then a man's voice coming from inside the women's bathroom...Oh well.

You might've let the interruption ruin this otherwise perfect moment if not for Peter lifting you off the counter and, in one swift movement, bending you over it with your bare ass in the air towards him.

"Hands on the counter, princess," Peter orders and you happy oblige," now unless you have any objections, I'd like to continue where we left off from here."

While you eagerly slap your palms against the smooth surface, keeping yourself upright with your back purposefully arched in a beautiful way, your prepared posture falters immediately when Peter pushes into you roughly from behind.

No longer facing him, you must watch from the mirror in front of you to see just what your husband's up to back there (not that this is a bad sight). His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he holds your hips into place with a powerful grip. A mix of swears and praises fall from his satisfied smirk, his lustful eyes drifting from the sight of his cock disappearing into your deep pussy then to the mirror where he can check on your own expression.

Honestly you're a complete mess; absolutely breathtaking. You can barely keep your eyes open let alone keep yourself upright on the counter, falling over nearly every time Peter thrusts into you. It isn't probably not all that ladylike to have so much drool dripping from your mouth which hangs open and sings admirations for the man doing this to you, but he's touched to hear such songs.

"Peter-!" You go to shout, shutting your mouth quickly to muffle the sound in fear of someone else hearing. Even assuming that woman didn't go spread the news about Peter Parker currently fucking the soul out of his wife in the bathroom, others are bound to know the difference between an angry wife and a very happy one when they hear it themselves. 

Despite your thoughtfulness towards keeping this show private, Peter seems to have a different idea, reaching forward to pull your hair. It might've been his idea of being dominant, however it feels more like he's running his hand through your hair instead of actually pulling it. Damn him and his caring nature right now!

"Don't be shy. Tell them exactly who's fucking you, princess. 'make them regret ever doubting you."

You whimper.

"You about to cum again already, sweetheart? Damn, do you love your husband's thick cock that much that you can barely last?" Peter mocks, his thrusts getting harder," come on, princess. You deserve this. Cum for your husband and let everyone hear you do it!"

"PETER, MMM!" You don't need to be told twice. By the time Peter finishes his sentence, you're already letting loose over his cock. You both moan, you for the feeling of being so full and loved while Peter moans for the feeling of your tight pussy hugging around him so delicately; a perfectly fit just as he imagined you'd be for him.

Crossing your arms against the counter, you use them as a pillow to rest your head on as you sigh pleasantly. Once catching your breath, you glance over your shoulder with a tired smile in preparation to praise Peter, however that apparently has to wait.

Before you can process it, he's sneaking one of his hands around your front, his fingers searching blindly for something which he knows he's found by the way you raise your head against with a loud gasp.

"Peter, what are-?"

"-One more time, princess. I want you to cum one more time for me, please," his leans completely over your arched back, pressing against you until his teeth are able to nibble your ear lobe.

"I-I don't know if I can-can," you mewl, unable to help the movement of your legs as they prance in place. You're still so sensative from your last two orgasms yet Peter wants a third?

Thinking about it now, you're certain those first two orgasms were your strongest ever. Hell, maybe you've never actually orgasmed before if it's supposed to feel like that. Never have you felt anything near those powerful waves of pleasure when playing with yourself, so if Peter's feeling anything like you right now, you can understand why he's suddenly addicted, but can you really survive a third?

"You can do this, sweetheart. It'll be quick. Just one more so that I can cum with you this time. Don't you want to learn what it's like to have a man's stuff himself inside you?"

So dirty. 

"...But if you're really that tired, you can rest. I can finish myself like I said earlier. Just tell me what you prefer."

Hmm, so many options? Try for another orgasm, let him finish himself off and possibly cum elsewhere on your body. Hell, you're not against the idea of blowing him either.

"I'm waiting for the green light, princess."

You moan at his breath in your ear," go-go ahead...b-but I can't guarantee I'll be able to walk out of here."

"I'll carry you then," Peter smirks before mercilessly playing with your swollen ball of nerves, swirling around it with his thumb while slowly starting his thrusts up again.

You can't bother to keep your head up this time, resting it on your arms while allowing Peter to do as he pleases. He deserves it anyways with how good he's been making you feel for your first time.

He uses his free arm to wrap around your stomach, pulling you into him until there's no space left. Your back is completely pressed to his, his pelvis smacking against your ass as his cock buries itself into your slick folds at a rapid rate that has you screaming his name in no time.

You're so sensitive, your pussy feeling stretched to its limit while your clit's overwhelmed, but you don't want it to end. If you could, you'd stay like this the entire night, however realistically, you won't be able to last too much longer from now. Peter won't either. Soon, his own moans are matching the volume of yours, his grip tightening over you yet his naughty hand losing its persistent rate rubbing your blub.

Letting his head fall forward, Peter bites then kisses your shoulder sobbly," you-you feel that, princess? My cock...twitching inside you? I'm getting close...Mmm...'can't last much longer..."

Oh, you feel it alright. Even if you didn't, you could tell just by the way his face is screwed in the mirror. Peter's unraveling, reaching his own breaking point just as you are.

"I-I'ma...too," using whatever strength you have left, you push your ass against him, giving weak thrusts to help him along as you feel yourself beginning to cum once more. This time you have tears in your eyes, enough to roll down your cheeks as you shout into the air without any regard as to who might hear it," PETER! F-FUCK!"

The deep groan behind you is the only warning you have a split second before you shiver at the feeling of something foregin filling your insides. It's warm and thick, coating your walls beautiful if only you could see it.

Peter's thrusts shutter, both of his hands hurrying to steady himself by grabbing hold of your hips. He holds you to his leaking cock, giving it a few good thrusts to make sure he fills you completely, pushing his seed deep inside. You feel cold and empty when he finally pulls out with a sigh, although there's some satisfaction in his hand covering your entrance immediately afterwards.

"Such a good girl...So full of my cum," Peter whispers happily, using his fingers to push back in any of his thick liquids that seep out of your aching folds. If it weren't for your birth control, something tells you you'd definitely be pregnant after this, but if the process is this nice, maybe that's not a terrible idea someday.

You refuse to let go of the counter, using it as support to turn around and face your husband while still catching your breath. The first thing you do is look down, confirming for yourself that beads of white cum cover your pussy's entrance even around his hand. As for his cock, it's already starting to rise again despite being slick in your juices and his own cum along the sides.

"How...-" You inhale tiredly with a teasing smile,"-are you still hard after all that?"

"That's what happens when you have such a gorgeous wife. I could go all night if she asked," Peter leans forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pressing a needy kiss to your lips. Judging on how desperatly he claims your mouth, one would think he hasn't kissed you in ages and defintely didn't just get done fucking the life out of you.

His cock presses against your inner thigh, something that would've made you wet again if not for your three orgasms having turned your legs into jelly. There's no way you can go for more when you can barely stand straight on your own.

"Lift me onto the counter?" You ask into the kiss, Peter happily obliging.

You can't tell if it feels better to be sitting down with how much your pussy and lower back burn, however at least you're steady enough as you wrap your arms around Peter's shoulders, pulling him into another kiss.

He's the one to eventually pull away, his hands covering your cheeks as he carefully looks your face over with a hint of worry in his eyes," I didn't get too rough, did I?"

"Not at all. I loved it," you confirm, pecking his lips," I love you."

Peter smiles at this, letting his hands fall back around you," I love you, too, princess...and I hope you know that now without a doubt. Never let anyone make you think differently."

"And what if I want another lesson to prove it?"

"Sweetheart, you can have this without the 'lesson' part anytime you desire."

"...Then how about more tonight? I need some rest, but I'm not against the idea of taking care of you in the car ride back- if you want that is," you offer against his ear, running a hand down Peter's chest while giving his necktie a suggestive tug in the process.

Needing no other options, Peter makes quick work in lifting you up bridal style and demanding the first guard he crosses outside of the bathroom to start the car. It might not be exactly as you planned earlier, but you're certain tonight is going to be even better than what you dreamed.

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[fanged-cotl]

Haunted House - Narinder PMV

↓Process below!!↓

So this project was inspired by a warrior cats YCH animation to the same song I saw on twitter while having a panic attack, A BIT WILD of an inspiration but like- the song resonates with me, and calmed me down. I ALSO LOVE CENTAUR WORLD. Listening to the voice and lyrics I was like oh Nari NEEDS to sing this. I knew I wasn't cut out for fully animating just yet so I decided to storyboard a PMV.

Then I created color-guides so I had something to color-pick, and reference for outfits:

I quickly designed Narinder's bishop outfit based off of one of his follower outfits. He's unaffected by the chains in this design, so he has no scars, his arms are not rotting, his black skin isn't fading, and his eyes aren't worn with tiredness. I then edited the colors a bit to match the tone (with a filter, lazy I know but idk color theory)

I took each frame from the PMV and started a re-enforced sketch.

After making this I was unsure if I wanted to go line-less, colored sketch, or fully lined art. I ended up really liking the line-less art I did for the color guides (which was made with the selection tool) and started coloring underneath all my sketches.

Here I made the quick decision to merge the sketch layer ontop of his rotted arms, so they would have more depth. Especially since each arm is colliding with the other, I wanted the limbs to stand out as their own individual 3D objects and not become a giant black mass. Then i added some atmospheric gradients after coloring.

You see, gradients don't render very well on videos. It wasn't too bad in one of my test renders, but I wasn't going to risk extra youtube compression or anything else ruining the art quality. That's why you see all the texture in the final. It's just me lightly running along the drawings with textured smudge brushes and a little bit of spray brush.

The backgrounds ALL had this texture with Overlay layer setting on it to tie things together. (I made this texture with the same brushes I blend with)

I made the sparks move by layering transparent pngs together, [sparks > narinder > more sparks behind him > bakcground] and made like, 2 keyframes on the sparks in order to make them slide around. (To those who don't know adobe premiere: WHAT I DID LOT EASIER THAN U THINK, LIKE VERY EASY LOL)

And lastly, for those who want to make projects like these, I recommend you make a folder for it. I just hate doing it for some reason and then my desktop screen looks like this xD

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