#after finals and everything i'll get back into it and finish up commissions and maybe make some more adopts who knows

[bby-deerling]

Can you do a hc for zoro, law, kidd, and ace (or anyone else you chose) for the first time you let them go down on you? Like you never let them because (whatever reason you chose) and then one day you're extremely nervous and they ask and you say you wanna try it? (Bc maybe you heard a friend talk about it?)

If you aren't comfortable with this I AM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME

(Also, just a little shy to come off anon bc you are like my hero and I'm nervous)

eeee nonny this is so good !! (and pleaseeee come off anon and talk to me u r so sweet!! <3)

going down on you for the first time (nsfw)

ft. zoro, law, kid, ace

cw: afab!reader, oral (reader receiving), teasing, marking, fingering

masterlist || commissions

zoro

when zoro slides down your torso and pushes your panties to the side, you start stammering profusely. "y-you don't need to, i can just take care of you—" you sputter; this was zoro's first time with you—or with anyone, for that matter—and you didn't want all the focus to be on yourself.

zoro clicks his tongue in mild annoyance as he grips the back of your thighs. "nope. not letting you get all shy on me." he insists, pressing sloppy, heated kisses along your inner thigh. "what's wrong? you think i can't figure out how to do it?" he teases.

"no—" you start, intending to explain yourself, but the way he licks a stripe across your clit with the flat of his tongue shuts you up.

"then lay back and relax." he says with a smirk as his head eagerly buries itself between your legs.

despite your shyness, zoro wants to taste you so badly, though you don't realize just how much he craves it until his tongue starts dancing across your needy clit.

he's inexperienced and a little clumsy, but he's messy and passionate and it sends electricity racing through your veins. he's a quick learner, and picks up on everything that sends you reeling and doubles down accordingly.

will not stop until he makes you cum all over his tongue. he has a deep-seated need to prove himself—to be the best—and that extends to the bedroom too.

ace

"ace—" you whine out as his fingers curl against your sweet spot; he feels good, but you're craving something more. "use your tongue too..." you plead softly, making his eyebrows quirk up in surprise.

"you sure, babe? you never let me—" he starts, though you cut him off before he can finish his sentence.

"ace, please—i need it!" you whimper, voice dripping with need as you stare down at him with lust-blown pupils.

"yeah?" he whispers as his tongue rolls across your clit. you arch your back in response and twitch your hips against him, but the reaction from your body alone isn't enough for him. "tell me how much you need it." ace murmurs, intent on making you work for it.

he definitely teases you for finally breaking down and deciding to let him taste you. he's been wanting to for so long—he's just been waiting for you to ask for it.

not afraid to use his devil fruit power to take things up a notch. now that you're finally willing to let him eat you out, he wants to pull out all the stops.

if you still haven't had enough when he makes you come undone, he's more than happy to let you grind your hips against his face until the sun comes up.

kid

"oh, so now you want me to do it?" kid asks, a crooked grin on his face—you'd asked him to go down on you after months of not letting him on account of not wanting his lipstick to smear everywhere the sun doesn't shine.

"c'mon, please, kid—" you beg, tangling your fingers through his hair as you try to nudge him downwards.

he smirks and lets out a dark laugh; the glint in his eye as he looks up at you is familiar—it was the type of feral hunger normally reserved for the battlefield, and feeling it directed towards you is intoxicating.

"alright, princess, i'll give it to you." he chuckles, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh and leaving a harsh bruise before moving upwards towards your clit.

despite his rough nature, kid is experienced, and knows exactly what he's doing with that evil, smart tongue of his. as with everything, he's brutal with it as he makes you cum, relentlessly licking at and sucking your clit, but the way your orgasm makes you shatter into a million pieces makes his methods worth it.

now that he's gotten you to beg for him to use his tongue on you once, it's his personal mission to make you do it again, and again, and again. he gains a certain type of satisfaction from turning you into a creature just as insatiable as he is.

he makes you wait for a little while before hopping into the shower afterwards; something about seeing the sloppy red marks from his lips litter your inner thighs and the top of your mound drives him crazy.

law

"hey, law?" you ask hesitantly, face turning pink as you try to ignore the way your heart thrums in its cage.

"mhm?" he hums, trailing kisses along your collarbone, though his sweet affection creeps to a halt when he feels you freeze up beneath him.

"i know i said that i don't like... being eaten out... but it's just because no one's ever done it properly for me before. but i've been thinking recently, and—" you ramble, words spilling off your tongue quickly and tangling into a nervous mess.

"you want me to go down on you?" he purrs as his lips curl into a satisfied smirk.

"please—" you squeak out; the reaction amuses law, and you feel a soft chuckle vibrate against your skin as he kisses his way down your torso.

law has no experience whatsoever before you, and has no idea what he's doing, but he's used his fingers to pull enough orgasms out of you by this point that he has a good idea of where to start.

he masks his inexperience with confidence and teasing remarks, which stops your mind from racing a mile a minute, and leaves you feeling relaxed and pliant for him as he experimentally drags his tongue across your clit.

admittedly, it takes him a little while to figure out quite what he's doing, but he doesn't mind spending all night with you writhing beneath him to make sure he gets it right. his ego soars when he finally gets you to come apart on his tongue, and he'll work twice as hard to get you to cum a second time if you don't stop him.

#one piece x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass kidd x reader #law x you #zoro x you #eustass kid x you #ace x you #portgas d ace x you #one piece headcanons #one piece smut

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Oblivious To Love

masterlist 1k celebration

pairing: five hargreeves x female reader

warnings: fluff, kinda flirting, kissing

summary: five is your boss at the commission, always flirting and hinting that he likes you. you're oblivious to this but then finally admits his feelings - requested by anon

a/n: not to toot my own horn but i think my writing was pretty good in this. thanks so much for requesting for five because i have to write more of him !!

song: i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

Five Hargreeves was certainly a character.

He was a decently closed off person. He was always thinking... calculating. Always working to be ten steps ahead of everyone and everything.

He didn't enjoy working at the Commission. He'd rather be enjoying life with his family, and enjoying a decent cup of coffee. For a while when he was there, he was always aggravated at someone or something.

That was until you came.

Or well, until he met you. You've been working there for a few months already.

You're the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on. To make things better, he was over the moon when you became his assistant.

You are absolutely lovely. Not to mention, incredible at your job.

You're sweet, smart, and extremely sensible.

Five loved your company. He was always in a good mood when you're around. He often dreamt about you, not to be taken out of context.

He dreamt of a life with you, seeing as how you two are so compatible.

To put the cherry on the sundae, you made the best coffee he's ever had. That says a lot coming from him.

"Good morning, Five," your captivating voice fills his office.

"Morning, gorgeous," he smiles.

He watches as your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. "You have got to stop calling me things like that."

"Nonsense, everything I call you is fitting."

He leans back in his seat and watches your movements as you move towards him. He takes in your outfit and curses the unprofessional thoughts that invade his head.

Today you were dressed in a knee length black skirt, a white button up blouse, and a black blazer.

The blouse had a few buttons undone which gave a glorious view of your cleavage when you lowered yourself to pick a fallen paper off the floor.

However, he considered himself a gentleman, so he looked away.

"Anyway, I was just about to go and make your coffee. Would it be troublesome if I joined you today?"

He stands up from the chair and strolls over to you. He brushes a strand of hair that sways in front of your face. "You're always welcome to join me, doll."

"Great! I'll be right back," you beam and leave.

To say you enjoyed having Five as your boss was an understatement. He was always kind to you, never let anyone say a bad word about you.

You wouldn't deny the fact that he was an attractive young man. The way he called you pet names that had your stomach flutter made you have a sliver of hope that he liked you.

True, pure love.

It's something you've always dreamed about. Reading it in books and seeing it in films gave you a longing to have someone to spend your life with.

After you finished preparing the two coffees, you walk back to Five's office. Your heels make a sound with every step you take.

You open the door and send a soft smile to your boss. "Welcome back, beautiful."

You break eye contact and place his beverage in front of him. "Hi."

He leans his head in his hands as he rests his elbows on his desk and admires you. "How did I get so lucky," he mumbles, not meaning for you to hear it.

You chew the inside of your cheek, "Get lucky with what?" you ask quietly.

He blinks. Then blinks again. "How did I get so lucky with you? When did I do something to deserve you?"

"Oh, um, t-that's very sweet of-"

"Have you ever taken into consideration that there's a deeper reason why I act the way I do with you?"

"Well, not exactly..." you trail off.

"Hm. Did you ever cogitate about how maybe there's a more meaningful explanation to how I behave around you? One besides getting entertainment from witnessing you blush?"

Your mouth opens slightly, and you are at a loss for words. After a moment, your eyes meet his intense ones. You take a breath, "Are you saying..."

He nods once, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."

"But what about-"

Before you have the chance to finish your sentence, he strides over in front of your chair, puts his hands on each one of the arm rests, and connects his lips softly onto yours.

He felt you freeze for a split second, before you tilted your head upwards to kiss him back easier.

He drowns in the feeling of your lips. The kiss being shared between you two is better than anything he ever could have imagined.

You both taste of coffee, and he loves it.

You pull back and smile shyly as him. He takes a step back and hops onto the desk, so he's now sitting on it and facing you.

He leans his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands together. "I hope after that kiss you'll join me for dinner tomorrow night."

You stand up and smooth your skirt. "I would be delighted."

#nina writes 🤭💗 #nina’s 1k celebration ❣️ #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #five hargeeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves oneshot #five hargreeves fanfiction #the umbrella academy x you #the umbrella academy oneshot #tua #tua fanfic #the umbrella academy fanfic #five x you #five x reader #five fanfiction

[strawberrylabs]

Whumptober day 5 with Wanderer!

Prompt: debris

Whumptober masterlist

Summary: Wanderer regrets his last words to you.

Warnings: Being burried alive, arguments, blood, yelling, death, willing death

It wasn't uncommon for you and Wanderer to get into arguments.

He wasn't always the best with words, or with being honest about his emotions.

Usually conflicts could be resolved within the hour and everything would be fine.

This time it was different.

"Fine! Go ahead and die! Abandon me like everyone else did!"

Spit flew out of wanderer's mouth as his anger seeps through his words.

You had recently come back from a particularly dangerous commission, one where your life was out in danger more than once, and you had received quite a few injuries.

"You know that's not fair! I'm doing my job! You know I would never just intentionally die, that's stupid!"

Normally you were calm when arguing with him. You know he's learning, and you'd usually have patience.

But not this time.

He scoffs.

"Well you're human so I wouldn't put it past you to be stupid enough to die. You would be selfish enough to leave me alone after getting me attached to your mortal ass!"

"Fuck you."

He turns to you

"What was that?!"

"Fuck you! I have been nothing but patient with you these past months as you learn about emotions! I've dealt with everytime you yelled and given you time to calm down! But I will not be called selfish for saving someone elses life! And I will not be guilt-tripped by you accusing me of abandoning you!"

You seethe at him, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"What would you do if I did die? Is my last memory going be worrying about you hating me for supposedly abandoning you? Is my name going to be tarnished by your opinion on my death?"

You could feel yourself boiling with unbridled rage.

"Yeah well maybe it'd be better if you died! Then this false heart wouldn't feel so heavy all the time!"

The silence after his words was heavy.

"I'm going to finish my commissions. I'll come back when you stop being a prick."

You fix him in place with a hard glare.

Wanderer feels a lump in his throat. He'd seen you glare sure, but never at him.

You close the door behind you without a second thought.

Fine. Wanderer would wait. It's not like you could avoid him forever, you live with him after all.

And so he waited.

He would never admit that he didn't sit down once. He would never admit that he didn't stop pacing.

He would never admit that he didn't notice the hours passing, too stuck in his own head.

It was only when he heard someone yelling about the location of your commission did he snap out of his daze.

"Someone said the buildings in the area collapsed!"

Wanderer was out the door in an instant.

Surely you were out of there already right?

The only reason you weren't home is because you being petty, right?

'What would you do if I did die? Is my last memory going be worrying about you hating me for supposedly abandoning you? Is my name going to be tarnished by your opinion on my death?'

Wanderer bit his cheek so hard it bled.

He was an idiot.

Wanderer finally made it to the old village after a few short minutes.

The place was a wreck.

Not a single building was left standing.

But what caught Wanderer's eye was a familiar piece of clothing.

Time froze.

There, in the light of the now setting sun, painting the morbid scene in a sardonic shade of red; lay you. Your lower half covered by rubble of a half fallen, unstable, building. Blood was leaking from where your body disapeared.

He had to get you out.

And he had to get you out now- or else the rest of the building would collapse.

"Hey! You moron, stay with me!"

He got no response.

He left out a breathe when he felt your pulse. But you were unconscious.

"Come on! Wake up! I can't get you out like this!"

He grabs underneath your arms and pulls, eliciting a whimper of pain from you.

"Shit! Come on!"

The more he pulled, the more cries fell from your mouth.

He tried to lift the debris, but it just made the remaining structure unstable.

Before he knew it, hot tears were streaming down his face.

Normally he wouldn't let anyone see him cry.

But in this moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

"im sorry! Ok?! Im sorry! I know I was wrong, dammit! I know I'm terrible with words and emotions and im sorry I took it out on you! I know it was stupid!"

he grits his teeth, not attempting fighting the tears

"But archons be damned, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me! I need you! You make me whole! You make this fake heart feel something! and I'm not letting you leave me!"

"I'm sorry I said what I did! I was a fool! I know you would never leave me and life would be unbearable without you!

He places his forehead on yours

"so please..." he whispers

"Please! Stay!!"

He feels a hand on his cheek and snaps his eyes open to see your weak gaze meeting his.

One look at your expression told him all he needed.

You weren't making it out alive.

"..I'm staying with you."

You sputter

"You can't! This building will fall any second. You have to go-"

"I don't care! I'm not abandoning you. I'm not leaving the one idiot I love in this cursed world!"

Wanderer moves to be beside you, lying down as best he can to hold you. You action is awkward given the obstacles, but it's morbidly comforting all the same.

No more words are spoken as the two of you look at each other.

No moves were made, now phrases uttered, but the emotion in your eyes conveyed all that needed to be said.

'You loved him.'

'And he loved you.'

You held each other tight as you focused only on one another, foreheads touching.

The last thing wanderer saw as the roof fell, was your resigned, love filled eyes.

And then it all faded to nothing.

Link for part 2(currently a poll to decide what to do)

#whumptober2023 #no. 5 #wanderer x reader #death tw #buried alive tw #wanderer x reader angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader angst

[assortedfruitsnacks212]

I've been thinking a lot about why I find art so hard to make at this stage in my life.

I haven't seriously picked up a pencil in two years. I made a little portrait drawing in 2021, just to see if I could still do it. And that's it. Since then, nothing. I've tried, but I can't describe the dread I feel when I get too close to the blank page.

I've asked myself why lots of times, only to remain just as confused as before. I've never been able to point to a specific thing I did to ruin art for myself. I've just known in my bones that I was on the wrong trajectory. I'd lost all the joy of it, but kept going much longer than I should have, until I had absolutely nothing left to give. And I've paid for it ever since.

It's a strange dilemma to be in. I know so many people who make a successful living at their art, who happily take commissions or otherwise leverage their skills into a career. Why, when I tried to do the same thing, did it go so wrong?

Well, after a long time away, letting the question simmer in the back of my mind, I think I've finally caught a glimpse of the answer.

I've been too scared to make the art I really want to make.

If you've followed my art over the years, you've seen a lot of portraits, some fan art, maybe a sci-fi illustration here and there. I'm good at portraits especially; there's just something about the human face that I enjoy capturing.

But I'll tell you a secret: I don't dream of being a portrait artist. Never have. I don't finish a portrait and feel the thrill of having followed my soul's calling. Instead I feel... underwhelmed. "Yes, yes, you've proven once again that you can make lines look like a face. Good job. Now when are we gonna get to the REAL stuff?"

The real stuff, the stuff I daydream about, is less concerned about accuracy and likeness. It's not about making lines look like That One Specific Face, it's about leaping out of reality and transporting you into mine. When I'm making it, I don't ask, "Is this accurate to the pictures I'm using as reference?" I ask, "Does this capture how I feel about it? Will a viewer looking at this see the worlds I carry in me?"

That's terrifying. I've always worried about people criticizing me, and I've used portraits as a shield. "Look at this, look at how closely this resembles the person you know! Aren't you impressed?" It's a party trick, so much safer than actually showing myself to you. What if you don't like what you see?

I carry colors in my mind. Stars and desolate planets. Stories about technology indistinguishable from magic, nightmare creatures, and dark oceans. As long as I keep all of that locked away, it's safe from critique... but it's also slowly suffocating to death.

I can't do that anymore. It feels like killing my own soul. And that's why, in 2019, everything in me revolted to the point that drawing made me sick. Even when I didn't consciously understand, my body knew.

I guess what I'm saying is... no more party tricks. No more trying to charm and impress. I have to chase what's real, or my art will never come back to life.

Wish me luck. It's going to be very hard.

#personal

[forthedancingandthethriving]

A prince slowly paces back and forth, inside the castle. Outside, the coronation area was being set up.

He wore a black suit, with a purple dress shirt underneath. Black dress pants and shoes finished off his look, complimenting his dark blue fur. He wasn't exactly a Russian Blue cat like his predecessor, but it didn't matter. He just had to be careful about how he walked in the light, he didn't want any yellow or orange appearing.

He adjustes his outfit before turning his head, seeing his 'father's' former attendant approaching. She had been more than happy to come back now that the 'son' was here.

"Your Highness, everything is nearly complete," she says, her tail flicking gently. "We haven't gotten word back from the other royals, though."

He puts on a sad yet understanding smile. "I don't blame them. After all my father has done, they are no doubt going to be suspicious of me." He sighs softly. "We must simply let them come to their own conclusions."

She nods, a warm smile on her face. Their new king would be far better than the old one.

○●○

"I still find it hard to imagine he managed to find someone to have a child with.."

Prince Damien hums softly as he approaches the royals of Haromnia. His eyes flick over all of them and the others they brought. They all seem surprised, yet pleased.

"Well, would ya look at that." Queen Alina places a paw on her hip, her formal dress suspiciously close to that of a pirate's. "The lad is real!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Damien." Queen Melody smiles. "Apologies for none of us being here sooner.."

"Ah, it's fine." Damien shakes his head, holding up a paw. "Considering all my father has done, it's not exactly hard to believe that you all wouldn't really trust the letter."

King Magnus chuckles. "Well, we see you now. Hopefully, you'll do big things, Damien."

The soon-to-be king smiles. "I hope so too."

As the group began to talk and discuss, Damien spun the story he'd spun so many times before. His father had him with a commoner, his mother. Yet she grew sick and pleaded with Umbra to take Damien, and the king reluctantly agreed. However, Umbra was ashamed of having a child out of wedlock and hid Damien, and the prince preferred to stay hidden because of his father's behavior and actions. Only the court knew of his existence, but even then he was limited in his interactions with them.

"I remember always listening to Tonio's music.." Damien smiles wistfully. "I hope that maybe he'll return and I can apologize for what my father had done.."

"What had he done?"

"It's.. not my place to say." He didn't want to admit that he didn't know. It was the one thing he couldn't figure out as he integrated himself into this world.

As they continue to talk, getting to know one another, a black cat walks past. He wears nothing blue, a black tunic, brown pants, and brown shoes, but all the monarchs and the Songbird present have their ears flick toward him. Damien has to force his ear to flick.

Unus. He thinks, watching the Muse head over to find a seat.

This would be interesting.

As he nods and parts ways, heading over to the stage to make sure the final preparations, when a ginger tabby clad in black steps in front of him.

"Pardon me, your highness."

Damien narrows his eyes before his ears perk upwards, and he puts on an elated face. "Tonio! I never expected you to come back!"

Tonio chuckles, though his tail is up, as if on alert. He supposes it makes sense. "Well, with Umbra finally out of commission, I believed a homecoming was due, no?"

The prince smiles somberly. "I feel a bit down knowing that only now you've felt safe to return." As he walks away, he turns his head a bit. "Hopefully I'll do well enough for you to feel safe to visit."

As the prince walks off, Tonio merely narrows his eyes a bit.

○●○

It went off without a hitch. Damien was crowned king of Devos, and he was pretty sure that he went deaf from all the cheering. All the monarchs and those they brought were more than happy to congratulate him, all clearly happy to have a competent ruler now.

Just how much did they hate Umbra? Damien thinks, flicking an ear as he shakes King Bolero's paw.

As he pulls away with a smile, he stiffens as something speaks in his mind.

I have high hopes for you, Prince Damien.

A black cat walks past, and Alina grins. "Ah, that's probably Unus. He loves to be all cryptic like that."

King Damien chuckles. "I figured."

His tail flicks. Unus seems to be important. He shouldn't forget that.

As more come to congratulate him, his eyes catch the light, and turn to a dark yellow rather than a crystal blue.

Everything was perfect. Now for the first step of his plan.. figuring out where the dead was kept here. Then maybe, finally, he could get rid of that accursed ClearAll his sister seemed to care about so much.

Life would be better off without death anyway.

#program: disc #oc: queen alina #oc: queen melody #oc: king magnus #oc: tonio #unus muse of darkness #fanfiction: my writing! #!posts! #king damien

[paleparearchive]

A Show Of Skill

Van Gogh's initial 2★ story (1/1)

Location: city (morning) | Characters: Van Gogh, Gauguin, Monet, Aoi/MC

Aoi: (I'm sure I didn't forget to buy anything else, so I can go back to the museum and–)

Monet: –Aaaah! After all, breathin' some fresh air makes my brush strokes more lively!

Van Gogh: Yeah, it's going great! Much of the original graffiti is no longer visible!

Aoi: (Over there it's… Van Gogh-kun and Monet-kun? What are they doing in front of the store?)

–Van Gogh-kun, Monet-kun! What are you doing?

Van Gogh: Ah, Miss Curator! Look look, we were both painting on the wall.

Aoi: Such a big picture... Why are you doing it on the wall of the store? I don't think you were commissioned to do that…

Van Gogh: Because, you see, it's a terrible story! We heard that this store is always covered in graffiti.

Monet: They say no matter how much ya erase it, they fill it up again with new graffiti.

Aoi: No way, that's terrible…

Van Gogh: Monet and I heard about it and wondered if we could do something about it. So we came up with this!

Monet: If ya erase it and it gets painted again, why not just paint a different picture? Then it'll be their turn to erase it!

Van Gogh: We got the store owner's permission and finally got this far.

Aoi: I see... It's hard to believe that it was originally a doodle.

Monet: After all, these are the exclusive artists of the Palette Museum!

Van Gogh: Yeah! I hope it's a good advertisement for the museum. Ah, yes! Then I'll put this picture over here…

Monet: Aaah! That's neat! Okay, so this side'd be like…

Aoi: (They both seem to genuinely enjoy it. I'm sure that's why they always make such great pictures.)

Van Gogh: … Ah, wait. I ran out of paint…!

Aoi: Is it okay to use the paint I bought earlier?

Monet: Let's see… Aah, I don't see what we want. I'll go get some.

Aoi: No, I'm going to other places. I'll get the paints!

Van Gogh: Thank you, Miss Curator! It's ok to take your time, just be careful…!

—

Aoi: Sorry I'm late, you two…!

Monet: Don't worry 'bout– Wait why is Gauguin even with ya?

Gauguin: I heard something interesting, so… I thought I might be able to help.

Van Gogh: I'm sure it's going to be a better picture if Gauguin helps us! Thanks!

Aoi: Here, I've brought everything I could find for now. I brought a light, so use it.

Van Gogh: Ookay, then let's finish it up! We'll surprise everyone tomorrow morning!

—

Gauguin: … Van Gogh, here.

Van Gogh: Okay! Thank you! Then, this way!

Monet: You're amazing. It's like a relationship where ya don't need to say anythin'.

Van Gogh: Isn't it the same for you with Bazille-san and the others, Monet-san? I thought you had a good relationship.

Monet: I've known those guys for a long time. … Ah, ya two are the same, right?

Gauguin: Well… That's true. A lot of things happened… and now we're here…

Van Gogh: Maybe it's just like this graffiti.

Monet: ? What does that mean?

Van Gogh: We're not erasing all those things, we're turning them into something new... That's what I mean. I just think that it's because we overcame what was originally there that we have a good relationship.

Gauguin: It's just very Van Gogh-like to tie everything to painting…

Monet: Hahaha, indeed! I can tell that ya really love paintin’.

Van Gogh: I-It's embarrassing when you put it like that! Oh, come on! Stop talking and let's get it over with!

Monet: Hahaha, hahahaha! Aight, one last effort!

—

Van Gogh: Hooraaay! It's done!

Store's owner: This is amazing...! I can't believe that doodle turned into such a painting…! It's a work of art! I'm truly impressed! Thank you so much!

Van Gogh: I'm glad I could help. I hope this will make more people like art!

I'll get better and better and impress everyone! Now that I've decided that, I have to go back and practice!

Aoi: (Fufu, he really likes painting. I hope he can convey that feeling to many people.)

#card tl #card translation #palepare #palepare tl #palette parade #palette parade tl #translation #2★ #vincent van gogh #van gogh

[keefwho]

November 13 - 2023 Monday

10:52pm

When I woke up I decided I was tired of my forming beard so I shaved it off. It felt good and had been around long enough to look weird with it gone. Before I shaved it completely, I gave myself a caterpillar stache which looked funny and also like something I could rock when I get older. In the shower when I was gonna use my close shaver, it wasn't charged so I had to wait for my second shower after my workout to get baby smooth. Breakfast was corned beef hash, an egg, 2 pieces of toast, and half a serving of cereal. It was a big breakfast to account for my workout later. In stream I only did a couple warmup sketches and committed to refining one picture because I didn't feel like being too imaginative this morning. I finished Blink's commission which turned out okay but he had a lot of (valid) fixes to be made so I had to go back to it a few times. Honestly I'm just annoyed at characters with needlessly complicated designs. Especially when they are generically "tribal". Like what are these even supposed to mean? AND I have to draw them all perfectly? After that was finished I worked more on the next YCH. Today's Mia episode dropped some important lore and today's He Man was amazing. It's the season 1 finale which I've never seen and it went hard. After stream I started my workout. 50 lunges, 40 situps, and a 2 mile power-walk/jog. It doesn't seem like much compared to 45 minutes of wood splitting so maybe I'll up the intensity. The problem is the time it takes because I almost never get the workout and cleaning done before lunch like I plan as it is. I meant to clean before lunch today but I only had time to shower. Lunch also made me late because it took a long time to cook. I made my custom stir fry. I felt confident during today's request but it didn't actually turn out as well as I wanted and it took longer than usual. Today's project was to sketch an art trade for someone but I really had to force myself to do it. At one point I took a small break to close my eyes and listen to a stream until I felt more up to the task. Daisy also wanted to JD which was the break I really needed. We were pretty in sync today for a few of the songs and that was cute. After dancing I got back to sketching and did everything I was supposed to do. Afterwards I tried decompressing with a stream but I didn't want to watch to be honest. I didn't know what I wanted though. I probably should have found something else to do. It didn't take long for Daisy to become free and we watched an episode of She Ra while she filled out a therapy questionnaire and job application. Then I played Mother 3 and beat it for her finally. The ending was nothing like how I expected but it was still good. I have lots of things to think about before I determine what I personally think happened to everyone. In bed I played Star Stable and we talked about what we want to do with our lives and how lost we are. I am confident we will both find our way though. The best thing is we'll do it together.

#journal #diary

[beltiel]

I'll Keep You (My Fuzzy Little Secret)

Errant plotbunny that won’t leave me alone and might/maybe/potentially get turned into an actual fic...

AOS!Jim's time on Tarsus triggers a dormant gene in his genetic make-up. Cue True Alpha, Werewolf Jim.

Yeah. I went there. (I came to Star Trek after five years obsessing over Teen Wolf, please for to forgive 🙏)

Getting thru the academy without Jim getting found out is responsible for a majority of Bones (scarce) gray hairs. I'm thinking a five plus one fic where Spock almost finds out multiple times, and one time where he either knows and uses it to their advantage, or finds the eff out.

1.) Lake Day for Puppies- Bones and Jim head to a local lake to relax after finals and Jim takes the rare opportunity to stretch his four legs. Amanda is there walking the park and has gotten some bad news; Jim dog shakes and gets her all wet and interrupts the call she's on with her son. An aggrieved Bones drags Jim away, tho not before professor Spock notes the unusual size of the 'dog' and his piercing blue eyes over the vid call.

2.) After they've finished with the Narada and are heading back to earth/vulcan sans warp core (I refuse to let Vulcan be destroyed in my head canons. You can't just take the single most interesting culture that Trek introduces and get it gone, JJ.) and Spock realizes that Jim's taken a hell of a beating. A beating he really doesn't seem to be showing signs of at all. There's 'having a best friend with a dermal regenerator on quick use' and then there's 'conveniently don't have broken ribs/tentacle burns/frostbite/ busted wrist anymore'. It's not til a recovering Pike tells him firmly to be a 'good boy' and 'go lie down' that Jim does take any rest. (Obvs dadmiral Pike is in the know)

3.) Angsty one. Turns out Scotty is totally in the know. He's from a small pack back in Aberdeen. Drunk on a shore leave at one point (Scotty's stash of wolfsbane 'shine ftw), Jim bemoans his loneliness and Scotty asks about his mate- most 'wolves have met theirs by his age. Jim laments that his mate is actually his True Mate, but… they're already as good as married. (Spuhura for a beat here, sorry) Scotty weasels out of Jim that it IS someone on the enterprise tho. When they get back to the ship, Spock is there to berate the Captain, Bones tells him to shove off, and Scotty drags Bones to their end of the officers deck while a *very* handsy Kirk is escorted back to his quarters by Spock. There's a lot of scent marking going on. When Spock mentions that he will be returning to Uhuras quarters after this, Jim full on whines at him.

4.) The enterprise is sent to a planet that ONLY Jim and Bones are allowed to beam down to. Upon discussion with Pike, Jim argues to bring Scotty and an ensign from the sciences department (who's also a 'wolf, tho younger). Turns out the planet is pack full (ha) of werewolves and humans and they don't really want to join the federation, but star fleet (not in the know) has given Jim a chance to change their minds. Jim spends the week stretching his four legs and reveling in a 'wolf culture that he's never known. Bones soaks up information like a sponge, finally having someone to talk to about the medical aspects of having a best friend who's a werewolf. Scotty makes friends over his wolfsbane 'shine recipe. Ensign Danvers meets her mate and decides to resign her commission to stay planet side. Everything pretty fine and dandy, by the 3rd day the locals even let the Enterprise send down their science team to do some local science-y things. The local Alpha invites Jim 'and his 2nd' to a run with them that evening. Spock overhears Jim accept, and arrives at the appointed place (ha) late due to a science hold up; only to find that Jim is there with Bones and was not, apparently, expecting Spock. Jim is shirtless and flushed with exhilaration, having just come back from a 'lap around the lake' (unlikely, the lake is 10 miles around, Spock isn't THAT late)(except if you're a 'wolf, that wouldn't take very long at ALL) and Jim is hanging all over Bones, punch drunk on adrenaline and happy, but he snaps to when he sees Spock. Bones is his second in Jim's pack- the local Alpha can smell/tell that Spock doesn't truly belong to Jim (yet). Negotiations break down a bit when Spock alludes to the captains penchant for going dangerous places with/doing dangerous things. He is, after all, surrounded by a group of the locals wearing their four legs. Jim does damage control- Danvers helps, since she's now mated to the alphas son. 

5.) Bones gets away to do some camping, Spock goes looking for Jim who's beamed down to join Bones last second in an attempt to get away from Uhura and Spock celebrating their anniversary or whatever. Jim's clothes are at Bones campsite, but Jim isn't, and Spock is (livid) confused, but the verbal sparring is cut short when a local predator pack approaches the campsite. They growl menacingly and Spock shoves Bones behind him- only to hear a far more menacing and wet snarl erupt from the tree cover behind them. Curiously, McCoy actually *relaxes* and is flooded with relief (touch telepathy, plz n thnx) by the sound. The creatures however, are not, and they turn tail and run. Jim shows up shortly thereafter, wrapped in a towel, apparently back from a 'washing up'. (He left the enterprise an hour ago, why didn't he just use the sonics? Spock ponders)

6.) Spock gets a new incense. One of the ingredients is a variant of wolfsbane that gets Jim high as balls and his control starts to slip on the bridge. Like catnip. Bones has to quarantine the bridge and holler at Spock about not checking things first. 

7.) Obligatory, stranded in a cave on an ice planet and Spock is freezing to death/delirious. His fever dreams of snuggling up to Ichaya are just fever dreams, tho, pay no mind to the blonde wolf fur clinging to his away science blues…

8.) Yes, this is more than 5. Oops.

#plot bunny #ficlet #fanfiction #writing is hard #star trek #star trek aos #teen wolf #if you squint #miscommunication is my fic weakness

[allynabean]

a little doodle i did of beth selfneglect from ac twitter, from her stream from last week!! she was island hopping for raymond and put together this iconic Cat Calling outfit that would hopefully attract the sweet business kitty!! 

yall should follow her and her twitch, she’s incredibly sweet and so fun to watch!! she does giveaways and gives back to the acnh community as much as she can

#allydraws #acnh #she eventually got raymond!!! #she wanted him mostly for his heterochromia #which she also has i believe? #anyways sorry again abt the lack of art recently #even this is from like. last week #after finals and everything i'll get back into it and finish up commissions and maybe make some more adopts who knows

[wrenqueenisboss]

WREN!!!

Holy hell my god why am i incapable of writing -

So i have a wilbur x reader idea

So you know how wilbur explain his crush when he was 17 and how he would look at the girl in history class how he was kinda of a" bad boy " XD well that.. imagine...

Reader being the girls friend and reader sitting next to her and wil always looked at the girl and reader think oh is he looking at me?? Cause reader likes wilby, and after awhile reader somehow gets the confidence to talk to wilbur and they slowly but surely become great bff's, but then when they change seats and wilbur is sitting next to the girl reader finally realized this wasn't one of they're romance novels and in classic note and fashion wilbur was looking at her...

" not me.. "

But then when will finds out she had a boyfriend he vents to reader about his plan on wooing her with his script and play he wrote and reader feels guilt for not telling him she had a boyfriend but maybe thats what they wanted... Will to come to them and maybe .. Just maybe he would start liking them.. They knew it was selfish and cruel but god did it hurt every day... Knowing they where only just a friend to wilbur

And for years as they grew up reader working with art commissions and animation on YouTube, will going on the streaming and music path they never grew apart, for years and years of playful flirting and cuddling and making suggestive jokes

reader just couldn't get over him

They tried.... So many times dating girl after girl.... Boy after boy but it never worked

"they weren't him"

Reader was occasionally on Will's streams just chill ones sometimes reader playing Minecraft to the best of they're ability by doing what they remembered when they used to play with Wilbur after school

Supporting Will's music (maybe even suggesting designing lovejoy merchandise 👀)

They where always going to support him... "Even if it hurts me. "

One day they where in readers flat on the couch just chilling when it was time for Wilbur to go.

It was raining so reader thought to give him they're umbrella but will said his car was close enough it was fine

Reader reluctantly said ok and he went...

"you should go now!"

Confused on the thought.. Reader ignored it but it came back

"this is your last shot do it GO tell him!"

The reader tried to ignore it but the gut feeling got stronger by the second so they ran to her door zipped up some black boots and ran they didn't care for a jacket just closed the door and ran..

Down the stairs and into the parking lot where wilbur was opening his car door

It was pouring rain but they didn't care

They didn't care that they only had a tank top on.

They didn't care if anyone could her nor' see them

They only cared about him

"Wilbur!!!!"

"huh?"

When wilbur looked up to see them running towards him in only boots tights and a tank top and got reasonably worried and

confused

"[n-[name] wha-.."

reader didn't let him finish his sentence

Hugged him tightly in the the pouring rain and let out everything that had been building up for the past decade

"I LOVE YOU! ... i get it if you don't feel the same way but i can't hide it anymore! If this ruins our friendship i... I won't be happy but I'll be okay... Someday maybe but i just need you to know... How much i love you!...can i... Kiss you?"..

Reader was quiet in her finishing sentence

Almost pleading yet hesitant.

Will didn't think twice in the moment with his realization on his feeling for you increasing for the better part of a year it just felt right and he responded not with words but by giving a passionate kiss in the rain getting increasingly soaked

And to reader... It was apparent that it finally did match the romance novels

......This is now my first actual half decent fanfic holy shit

I shall name it.....

°·."Romance novels".·°

>:)

*just letting everyone read this amazing-ness*

#wilbur x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt #dsmp x reader #dsmp #mcyt x y/n #mcyt imagine #wilbur #wilbur soot

[skiyoosmi]

to the stars above | z.

featuring. zhongli (genshin impact)

genre. fluff, angst, smut, ancient-liyue!au

word count. 5.4k

marga's notes. aAAAa look look, it's my first commission!! school has kept me really occupied for like the past month but after pulling a few all-nighters, i've finally finished my responsibilities along with this little baby! once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you to my bubs @ramannnn for trusting me with this one <33

Nobody knows when the world began, how it came to be and why it continues to be. Even I, whose mind is filled with nothing but wonder for it, have no idea. One thing I am quite sure of... is how mine did.

It all started with him— a man of many titles, different identities yet at the end of the day, all these monikers are the same; it's all him. He adored Liyue more than anything else, knew it like the back of his hand. He went where the winds lead him, stayed where the moon shines upon him, stood where the golden sun kissed his skin. He found serenity in the walks he travels as he goes about his day, the sceneries his eyes take in and the calm sounds the nature resonates for him. And as if it was fate decided upon by the Celestia, it led him to me. Suddenly, my little world that used to be nothing became everything... quickly and all at once.

An exasperated sigh escapes from my lips, frustration and disappointment filling my whole being as I stare at the blank parchment paper I held in my hands. Another day was again wasted with no progress, I thought, mentally beating myself up for not being productive enough. Before I could further drown myself into such pessimistic ideas, I snap out of it and let my eyes cherish the view that lies ahead of me. Though I feel a little guilty for taking Vermeer's place, I can only whisper an apology with little to no sincerity. Because truly, nothing can beat the picturesque landscape of Luhua Pool— the crystal clear waters that would most probably reflect my face like a mirror if I were to ever look at it, the ruins that ignited the spark of curiosity within me, wondering about the pasts it holds and the stillness and feeling of peace it gives me as I sit in this cliff. Feeling somewhat a bit better, I place my things on top of the old bag I bring no matter where I go. There's always a better day for writing, I tell myself as a form of consolation, bringing my slim arms up to begin stretching. I've been sitting on this log for quite a long time now, after all.

"It seems like you are in a bit of a dilemma," a deep voice comments from behind me. Out of surprise, I lightly jump and turn my head towards the stranger. Right at that moment, it felt as if all the air circulating inside my body had been depleted. Captivating was an understatement as to how he appeared before me. With the sunlight striking his face and accenting his unique features further, he stood with his hands behind him, head tilted as he looked at me with interest, all while keeping his dignified posture.

"Oh, hello. I am afraid so, yes," I respond, or rather, mutter under my breath since I was not really used to having sudden encounters with other people, nor am I fond of it. I tend to keep to myself, finding it much more peaceful than having to tend to others' overbearing expectations and demands which is partly the reason why I chose to live in the outskirts, far from the center of Liyue that contrasts my comfortable abode, "I apologize. I failed to realize that somebody other than Vermeer liked to stay here," I told him, arching my eyebrows a little when he let out a breathy chuckle.

"Oh, you have no need for such formal apologies. I do not always go here, at least probably not as often as the man you call Vermeer. I was simply taking a walk and I think I got carried away by Liyue's view and eventually, my feet led me here," he explains, a hint of sheepishness present in his tone, "and I guess I'll have to thank my feet for that."

Because it led me to you, interesting one. For many years, it will remain unspoken, kept by the strange man to himself and unveiled once his heart gives up from the resistance he upholds.

For the following hours of lounging around Luhua Pool, I learned a lot about the stranger— he calls himself "Morax," and like the god of Liyue, he enjoyed history and is extremely knowledgeable about it, aspiring to know and understand everything of the world, he often brews tea, even going as far as inviting me once I am free from any form of work. Just as he shared facts about himself, I did too.

"So, Cheng, you said you have a bit of a dilemma?" he inquires, slightly angling his head towards the direction of the side I'm sitting on. I nod my head up and down, mouth forming into a small pout of disappointment as I remember that today has not been that progressive.

"Yes. I am trying to write a novel, you see. Something that will leave an impact on this world so that even if I may pass, I will still live on the memories of people," I tell him, an ambitious expression present on my face. He hums, eyes going over the terraces that make up the current view we have and the two huge statues standing by the ruins, "Why so?"

I pause for a moment to think of a reply, "I guess I just do not want to let someone alone in this cold world. Wouldn't that be too cruel and sad, to just leave them with nothing?"

If I'm able to write words that will provide comfort to my readers, then maybe... just maybe the world will be less lonely... even for just a little bit. At least, that's what I thought as silence consumed us, the sun setting as if to remind us that finally, another day is nearing its end. Now, what will tomorrow bring?

"Well then, I do hope I will be able to read at least some of your works at least once," he speaks as he stands up, lightly dusting away his clothes, "It certainly has been a pleasure to be your company, Cheng."

As he walks down the slope of the hill, his somewhat broad back facing me, I call out, "Will you be back?"

He stops and turns, a soft smile is plastered on his face as he responds, "Only time will tell."

But time was no friend of mine. At least that's what I have come to realize as many days passed without him returning to this place. Though maybe it's only because it almost felt as if time slowed down and I was only eager to see him again, something I have scolded myself to— what a fragile heart do I have to already seek a stranger's presence? That is what others call love at first sight, a devilish portion of my mind whispered cheekily within me and I gasped in disbelief, "Absolutely not," I lightly slap both of my cheeks, "I'm just too coped up in my own world. I probably need to go see more people."

That thought remains a simple yearning though because once again, I find myself lounging around the same spot in Luhua, a quiet hope ignited within me, fulfilled when I hear the familiar voice he adorns as he speaks, "You're here."

I release a sound that is between a giggle and a breathy chuckle, "And I see your feet had led you here once more?"

"They were curious, or should I say... I was," he explains as he takes a seat beside me, his posture remaining solid despite the uncomfortable position.

"Of what?" I ask.

"Of you," he simply replies, unaware of the sudden yet unsurprising effect it had on my heart that was already beating rapidly with just his mere presence. I try not to be so showy of it though, too embarrassed to even think of how fast I became fond of him.

But it was no wonder. After all, he himself was an interesting one; from the way he carries himself, the way he speaks, and the way he's just him... all and every action hold so much dignity that it just leaves me almost breathless and in awe every single time my eyes finds their way to his figure— and to think that this was just our second meeting? My mother would most probably let out the most shameless giggle as I tell her these thoughts, pushing me and teasing me like a normal person in their teens would. I shake my head to get out of these thoughts, listening to Morax as he tells another wonderful tale, almost making me think that he lived it himself with how he knew it, going over even with the smallest details.

"You know, Morax, you have such a good memory to remember all of those things despite simply hearing about it," I suddenly speak up in the midst of the silence that engulfed us while he tries to think of the next story to tell, "I hope I can stay in them too... in your memories, I mean. I know I am far from being the most interesting person but for some reason, I wish for that."

He pauses, eyes trailing slowly towards me, beyond my knowledge, before he lets out a somber smile. You already are, is another one of him that becomes an afterthought.

I heaved out a sigh before shaking my head again, "Ah! Why do I keep having such lonely thoughts? Forget about that. Please do not mind me, alright? I think I really need to stop being stuck in the mountains."

I pick up my small bag and shuffle inside it, letting out a quiet sound of 'aha!' as a sort of celebration when I successfully got a small book out, "Here."

He blinked his eyes in confusion, wondering what it was I handed to him so I spoke in delight, "You told me you wanted to read at least one of my works so, here. I am warning you though, it is not like the ones that sell best in the bookstores. It might bore you, or weird you out like what others say."

"What others say?"

"They say it's too unrealistic, too impossible... but I believe otherwise. We live in a world where gods and adepti watch over us. What makes my story impossible then?" I ponder, him still being confused.

"What is it about anyway?" He asks, having no idea of what the context my book had.

"It's about an archon who began living as a simple man in Liyue."

Our meetings became more frequent after that and eventually, we got comfortable with even just the presence of each other, having no need for long talks and such, but just peace. Today, like any other day, Morax was just reading the book I gave him, while I was thinking of what my next story would be about. Occasionally, he looks at me with an odd expression that is almost equivalent to astonishment, as if I have done something so great that it made him look at me that way.

"What made you think of this plot?" he asks all of a sudden, not forgetting to put a piece of paper that served as a bookmark on the page where he stopped just in case he accidentally closed it.

I hum, thinking about my answer to his question, "Hmm. Truth to be told, it was just a mere wonder for me. Archons and the adepti, although not entirely immortal, live so much longer than an average human does, watching over us as we go about our daily lives, waiting for sudden wars to break out and then fight the enemies that attack us. Growing up, those were the things that all the people around me told me. So I began to wonder, do they ever get tired? Is it not too taxing to keep on doing that? What if... they just lived with us, among the crowds? Because I think it is too lonely wherever they are. Would it not be better if they were with us, rather than above us, so they could at least have memories to live by?"

Morax does not give a response, or rather, he finds it difficult to find one. Still, it does not stop the affection that spreads within him. He does not say it out loud, but for someone who prefers to be alone, Cheng was full of empathy. And somehow, that did wonders to Morax's heart.

"Now that I think about it, I kind of actually want to address my books to them now," I hum once more, "It would be like a message for them: Do not be too lonely even if we pass. Because of your help, through these stories, we can show you that we lived a good life."

I huff as soon as I finish my sentence, "Although one of those who read it said that was impossible, because according to them, why would archons give up their power to live a life where there is only simplicity?"

Morax let out a sound that made it look as if he got offended himself, "Archons can do that, can they not?"

"I know! That was what I was saying to them. Anyway, I am not forcing them to like what I wrote. It's just a story, after all. It can do no harm," I shrug, beginning to fix my belongings as the sun began to set, "I should go now, Morax. It is still quite a long walk to my home."

"I want to live a good life too," he suddenly tells me, making me halt and turn to him in confusion, "With you. The good life and memories you shall tell in your stories, can I be part of them too?"

The universe does not stop for anyone, nor does time— science will consistently proclaim this fact matter what timeline we shall live in. No matter how much someone begs to the Celestia to grant their wish of controlling, or stopping time, no one will be able to do such things. But somehow, it seems like when it comes to him, everything is possible as I feel my world stop at his words, just like the way it also began when I met him. And as if planets were colliding with each other, I suddenly felt my heart crash upon him and as if out of instinct, I let go of the truth.

"Of course. It would be the greatest thing to have you."

Life was strange in its own way. That is what I have come to realize in this simple life of mine.

Despite the fact that the "me" of the previous year has never even thought about putting my whole being on my sleeve, it is pleasingly odd how right now, I find myself in this kind of situation with the man who swept me right under my feet and claimed my heart as his.

“You're cold," I whisper amidst the silence of the night in my abode, my index tracing the ears of the man who had me sitting right on his lap, the shorter strands of his silky hair tucked behind them. So, so alluring.

He takes hold of my wrist, planting a soft kiss on its side, all while maintaining eye contact as he quietly drawls, "Then I suppose you can keep me warm tonight. Will you?"

As if in a trance, I nod my head, letting him take the lead as he laid me down, back against the soft mattress, him following on top with his arms supporting his build. With arising confidence, I circle my arms around him and pull him down, bringing our lips together, a sigh of relief escaping both of our mouths as if to say, "Finally."

I wonder if he thinks the same way as I do— that this was Celestia in its own way. I felt like I could do anything as long as it was with him. The kiss felt like the power we once suppressed from each other became a supernova that changed our world's course all of a sudden. But despite the tension and heat we both emitted at the moment, there is a warmth that engulfs me the same time he fully wraps his arms around me.

I am here. I will always be here.

No noise disturbs the peace we have created, only the quiet sound of crickets reach our ears but even that fails to distract him from what he's doing. He gently tugs on the sash that keeps my coat tied. Nimble fingers explore the remains of my clothing, loosening all until I am set free from them.

His eyes raked over my body, an expression of awe plastered on his face for so long that it made me somewhat conscious. Because as he unravels his to me, I am enlightened by the fact that my figure is nothing worth comparing to his — not even close. A hint of sweat glints from his skin due to the moonlight, making him look even more ethereal. But who was I to complain?

So instead, I look down, fiddling a little with my fingers as I feel my cheeks heat up. How is it that I only realize now what kind of situation we are currently in? Before I further drown in such shameless thoughts, he lifts my head up by the chin, an amused look on his usually-gentle face, "Are you feeling shy, beloved?"

I meekly nodded, to which he lets out a soft laugh and whispers, "Don't be. You are the epitome of beauty itself. If you don't believe me, allow me to show you nothing but truth tonight, I swear under the moon and all these stars."

He dips down and captures my lips in a kiss once again with more passion, if it was still even possible.

"You are made for me, as I'm made for you," he proclaims as he thrusts inside me after minutes of preparation, soft pants and groans following his statements. I can only whimper in response, pain evident in my tone at first with my hands lightly clawing at his back. I pray to the heavens above that they don't leave awful marks after this.

He halts and utters an apology, thumb caressing the bone of my cheeks while he waits for me to adjust. He scans my face after a few seconds, relief flashing in his eyes when I nod for him to continue.

"I... b..." I try to speak out but the pleasure overwrites any sensical thought that goes through my mind. He slows down a little, looking over my face and smiles, urging me to talk.

"Stay with me, beloved. We still have all night," he tells me, encouraging me to voice what has been on my mind.

"I... I belong to you, always have and always will..." I manage to croak out, voice quite hoarse due to the sounds that I let out previously. Perhaps pleased with what I have proclaimed, he begins going even deeper and at the same moment, I begin falling deeper.

"Yes, yes, you do," he repeats like a mantra, his voice sounding more and more desperate to reach his high. I cry out with him, creating a harmony that even the best bards shall be ashamed.

It was a long night— the longest yet most beautiful night I have ever had in this simple life of mine. And in that moment, as we reach the stars together, I knew right there and then that this man is someone who will be etched in my heart for as long as I live, deep into its roots— for him, it shall beat and it shall love.

You, who are reading this, most probably have had enough of these teeth-rotting praises I kept on writing. But what can I do except to apologize? These words are the only ones that can flow out of my mind and mouth to show how magnificent it was to be loved by him.

Well, nothing significant really changed. He was still the same gentleman I met, if anything, more gentle. Just like in the beginning, he made my heart flutter every chance he gets, no matter how many years have already passed.

We built a dynasty together.

But maybe I should have known that ours were also bound to crumble like the ones that have long existed even way before us.

Days, months and years went on, I realized that he was actually the opposite of me— unlike me who was clearly not parallel with time, he held it right on the palms of his hand. I was not blind, nor was I a fool, I can clearly see how he looks like he has not aged a day, all while I was here, maturing more and more each second that passed by, the amount of signs of me aging increasing significantly.

Morax. Knowledgeable of history as if he lived it himself. Time. All these thoughts eventually congest my mind as realization dawns upon me. He was not merely a man named after the god himself— Morax was him, he was Morax.

"How appalling," I mutter with a hint of sadness and dismay in my tone. I stood in front of the mirror, fingers hovering over my face, wrinkles appearing as I scrunch it. A pair of firm arms snake its way around my lean waist, chin resting on one of my shoulders as he hums his words, "What has got your beautiful mind occupied, my beloved?"

Taking hold of his arms, I turn my body around to face him, a somewhat melancholic smile etched on my face as I look up at his much taller frame, "You are a sight to behold, even to this day." He arches one eyebrow out of amusement and curiosity, wondering why I suddenly started pouring him compliments. After all, my shyness prevents me from consistently doing so. Nonetheless, I continue speaking, "I wish... I could be with you even when everything changes into a whole new world."

I lifted a hand up to cup his cheeks and began rubbing it lovingly, a lone tear finally dropping from my eye as soon as I closed it, "but I cannot, I do not have the ability to do so... I am but a mere mortal, after all."

His eyes widen as he finally discerns my actions and concerns, immediately opening his mouth in hopes of consoling me but I beat him into speaking, "It's alright, Morax. I have been putting the pieces together for a while now. I am in no way angry. I just..." I pause, gulping hard before my lips start to quiver, "... I cannot imagine how lonely it must have been. And now... I think about it and I... I do not want to leave you alone again."

My cries eventually start becoming louder, something that is very new to the both of us, seeing as I have always been composed. Love can change a person into a whole new being. I remember a book I have read once and at the moment, I can only agree. Maybe it was the way my heart clenches at the mere thought of him walking alone, or the way I can imagine us taking our last breaths together yet I know that will never happen— but either way, it was painful.

He whispers sweet nothings to my ears, placing light kisses on my temple as he leads us to the bedroom to rest once my tears have finally ceased and I have calmed down. His hold on me gets tighter every time I let out a small hiccup due to crying, almost as if he was telling me that he was feeling the same pain as I was.

Hours pass by as we lay in silence. My tears have long dried up but we remain coped up in each other's arms.

"Would it not be interesting if you bear the name Zhongli?" I ask him in a somewhat croaky voice.

He peers down and tilts his head, "Now where did that thought come from?"

I shrug, or at least try to, and look up at the ceiling as we shift our positions to lay on our back, hands finding one another and intertwining, "Hmm... nowhere. Just a name I wanted to give you in case that you are needing a new one."

"Oh? How come it would be interesting then?"

I look at him with a comforting yet sad smile.

"Because it means it's time to leave, to go somewhere far away... and unfortunately, I will have to leave soon."

He furrowed his eyebrows together, "Do not say that. Who knows? Maybe you will be able to live a hundred years by my side. Besides, I think it sounds lonely. I do not think I would want to get reminded of the fact that you are not here with me."

I hum, "But if you bear the name I gave you, wouldn't it feel like I never went away? That no matter where your feet take you, no matter how far you go, I am and will always be with you, just as I have vowed."

The wooden door leading to my writing room slowly slides open and Morax's head peers in, an adorable smile plastered on his face, "You have been quite busy these days, beloved. I do not wish to disturb you but I am starting to long for your presence."

I let out a shameless giggle, "Alright, alright. Just let me write down a few more words while I still have ideas to input."

He peeks on the parchment paper out of curiosity, taken aback when he finds his name on it, "You are writing about us?"

I nod proudly, "My last piece."

"... But why?"

I smile and approach him, taking his hand and placing my forehead against his after he lowers his head down to my level, "I told you, did I not? I do not wish to leave the person I love with nothing. So that you will not be lonely, my words will be with you. I will be with you, always..."

"... and to tell the gods... to tell you, that I loved every second of my life with you— that it was, indeed, a good life."

"Who are you, young man? Are you my son?" I speak with a very hoarse voice, squinting my eyes at the figure in front of me, as if my poor vision will allow me to do that.

I hear a melancholic yet gentle sigh come from him before he takes my rough hands and looks afar, "Don't mind me. I'm just someone who vowed to be with you for as long as time lets us."

"Oh.... really? That’s quite endearing," I hum, "Well, may I know your name?"

"This… I think I may just have an idea to whom this book is for," Paimon trails off, looking over at the traveler who was in the same trance as her, "Paimon thinks we should let the strange person we saw a while ago give this directly to Zhongli!"

Lumine nods, turning around and starting to run towards the direction they were at previously, recalling the person named Cheng who gave them the novel they just finished reading. They were unique, dressed in layers of robes and it was almost as if they lived in the old times of Liyue. Even the way they talked and moved screamed ancient.

Just as they turned the corner, a woman near the Liuli Pavilion called them over, "Traveler! Here!" As they approach, Lumine cranes her neck to look around the area but to no avail, the strange person was long gone.

"Are you two alright?" the woman asks, much to their confusion, "I saw you talking to literal air awhile ago and I was worried you have eaten something strange."

The pair looks at each other in surprise before Paimon replies, "You didn't see anyone? Like a person dressed in the strangest attire? They dressed really anciently!"

The door of the Liuli Pavilion opens and there goes Zhongli, a calm expression morphing to an awkward one when he realizes he barged into an ongoing conversation. He apologizes for the disturbance and despite the curiosity he had upon overhearing bits of Paimon's statements, he starts his walk back to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. At least not until he hears Paimon call his name, "Zhongli! Wait! A person named Cheng. Do you know them?"

He abruptly stops and turns to the two, eyes wide for a second before it returns to his usual demeanor, "How... how do you know of them?"

"We met them," Paimon says, as if it was the simplest thing to do, "Well, honestly, we don't know because we were apparently speaking to nothing but air! It's so odd!"

He stays still, honestly having no idea of what response he should give them because he himself found it hard to believe.

"Well anyway, they asked us to give you this nov— wait, where is it? It was just in your hands a while ago, Traveler!"

In the midst of the loud chaos made by the two in the middle of Liyue, he thinks he knows what to do and where to go now.

It was the day of the Rite of Parting, an event where he's supposed to be taking part of, even just a part of the audience. But he finds himself hanging around the Wanwen Bookhouse, eyes scanning the shelves until it stops at a familiar name engraved on the cover of a book.

"Oh! Greetings, Mr. Zhongli! I see you took a liking to a very great and romantic novel," Jifang comments as she sees the book in his hands.

He looks at her, "Is it really great?"

She gasps in delight, "Yes, indeed! Almost all of the Liyue folks have enjoyed this story! You can say it is a classic, especially for readers! Cheng definitely outdid themselves with this one! Such a mysterious person yet equally amazing. Imagine? Being able to make such a beautiful love story with Morax? They don’t mention the present name they gave Morax though, such a shame. Maybe it was due to old age, they wrote it until the last moments of their life after all. Anyway, I have to get back to work but enjoy reading that masterpiece!"

He feels his heart swell in pride upon knowing his lover had his wish come true. His nimble fingers carefully open the pages of the book and hours later, as he sat inside the Funeral Parlor after taking the novel home, he finds himself absorbing each and every word Cheng have written, the loneliness sitting idly inside him subsiding little by little.

I found solace in the countless cups of tea you brew whenever I encounter distress with my works, the endless stories you tell with a smile so beautiful that not even the most heavenly scenery can vanquish, but most of them all, the feeling of your hand intertwining with mine, providing me with serenity no one else has ever done before. Under the moonlit night of Liyue, I remember your wistful amber eyes, staring deep into my soul as you proclaim your love and desire for me. How foolish was it of me to think that I could live this life without even experiencing such warmth and intimacy?

It is a banality, really — how I wish to become a well-known writer with unique tales and yet the story I am telling is something so common to folks that they have most probably heard similar ones before. But I guess this is what it means to love and to be loved. Everything is like a cycle that just keeps on being repeated, yet we never get tired of it, of the feelings it brings. So, thank you, Morax. Words will never be sufficient to show how grateful I am to you for showing me a whole new world but I suppose this is still a way for me to give back to you.

With this little book of mine, I hope my heart reaches yours regardless of how many eras may have passed before and after us. So, my beloved, do not be too lonely without me. Even if you find yourself longing for my presence, just open this and my heart shall be with you.

This belongs to you, it always will.

And I do, as well.

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As someone who is socially awkward to another socially awkward like Xiao, I am kind of upset that you have to have the traveler as an extrovert and join in the crowd at the festival. so like what if with Xiao being like I don’t like crowds and not wanting to go to the main festival area, his crush is like “Me too! :D I was going to quickly grab food and drinks and then we can just go somewhere else. the view for the lanterns is better far away anyway”?

Alright, you ask and you shall receive, tho, a little hands up.. i'm a bit unfamiliar with Xiao, so if I did something wrong.. let me know.. I'm currently asking a bit of help from my friend about Xiao.. so yeah.. here it is! :D

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Socially awkward (ft. Xiao)

Genre: Fluff

G/N reader!

Warning: mentions of kidnapping

I feel like Xiao isn't socially awkward, it's just him being an adeptus

Especially as the Conqueror of Demons, working in the shadows is his thing

Speaking and interacting with mortal is quite difficult for him since he used to be alone for so so long

Finally after meeting you, he started to open up and try his best to see the mortal world

Both of you actually not into crowded places, so normally both of you would spend your time at Wangshu Inn or have a walk around Guili Plains

On a particular day, Liyue was having a Lantern Rite Festival

You were very busy helping people get ready for the festival

Roaming around here and there, and you probably spent a very little time with Xiao

Your commission was at Wangshu Inn, so you probably have a chance to meet him

But Verr Goldet called you. She asked if you could bring Xiao to the lantern rite with you

You think about it at first since Xiao isn't really into crowded places, but you also wanted to bring him and enjoy the lanterns together

So then, you go to the balcony where you usually wait for him.. then he came

"Hey Xiao," you greeted him, he turned around to see you, "You finally came, where have you been?" he asked

"Oh, y'know just dealing with a lot of commissions. Not slaying a bunch of monsters of course." you explain

Xiao nodded and well you are telling the truth since there's no sign of scars on your body

"Do you need anything from me?'' he suddenly asked, you nodded and told him, "Uhh.. I was thinking, maybe you wanted to go to the lantern rite with me.." you said..

Xiao turned silent for awhile, he's not into these things, "no" he simply said.

"These festivals are full of joy and happiness.. things like these aren't for me.. especially crowded places," he explains

"Actually, I didn't really wanna go.. crowded places feel a bit uncomfortable with me," you said, "But there's a mingxiao lantern that I wanted to see, so.. i wanted to enjoy it with you..'' you explained

"If you really wanted to go, you can watch it from here, last year's mingxiao lantern can be seen from here." he said

Both of you stood in silence.. suddenly an idea came out from you, "alright then.. if you didn't wanna go, I'll just be heading there by myself..'' you said, he just look at the floor and watch your figure walk down

So the idea was.. you wanted to make like you were kidnapped since Xiao was just said that he finished investigating about the treasure hoarders, so you thought.. why not pretend that you got kidnapped

You told Verr about your plan.. it was a bit extreme she thought, but if it's about bringing Xiao to the lantern rite.. why not :v

She agrees and you cooked some almond tofu and grilled tiger fish for the picnic later

After everything is set up, you left the Inn and Xiao was watching you leave the inn

Sun started to set and the festival was about to start, now verr has to call xiao

Xiao turned around and asked her what's wrong, then she gave the letter to Xiao

Xiao read the letter and he instantly panicked, he told verr he'll be right back and be sure to bring you save

You on the other hand.. you were sitting near the mountains near the harbor waiting for him

Then, he suddenly came, "WHERE ARE THEY?" he shouted

You stood up and said, "Xiao calm down, I'm here.." you said trying to hold your laughter

Now he was confused, what's happening exactly.. "Can you explain everything?" he ask, voice was serious

You explain everything from your plans and everything, he just stood there

"Y'know there's a better way of doing this rather than coerced me," he said

You just nodded and giggle, "I don't have any choice am I?" he said

And you just laughed at him and sat down with him, eating some snacks

There's no other people beside you two on the mountains, so it was rather quiet yet peaceful

Both of you talked to each other and looked at the xiao lanterns

It was so pretty, especially the mingxiao lantern..

Your eyes was filled with happiness, it was so pretty

Xiao was enjoying it too, deep down he was grateful that you have brought him here

The atmosphere was much better than when he was watching it from wangshu inn

Both of you really enjoyed the festivals even though the place is far from the crowd :)

"That was the most extreme way to convince me to go to the lantern rite... *sigh... next time, you could just asked me and tell me that we were gonna watch it right here.. I'll be more convinced if we watched it in a quiet place.."

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(A/N: hey guys, just a little announcement, my request box are opened again, so if you wanted to request let me know. Thank you and have a great day!! :D)

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My Little Fiancé - Zeke Jaeger x Reader, Reiner Braun x Reader [PART TWO]

PART ONE.

◙ warnings: SMUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. pussy eating, more cucking themes to threesome, cumplay, cum eating, objectification but make it sweet. double dicked down by big dick squad. my proof reading or lack thereof 

◙ word count: 3.2k 

◙ summary: Reiner has liked you since his childhood but when he comes back he sees you and Zeke are an item now. Don’t worry, the least you and Zeke could do is let him join in. This time he gets his turn inside you.

◙ note:  I wasn’t going to make a part two but... Zeke and Reiner brainrot makes my a happy mf. ALSO I REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU ILY!!! Your comments and reblogs and EVERYTHING make me so happy. You're more than welcome to come into my ask box and thirst with me over characters(ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

Reiner was right. The scratches you left on his thighs when you swallowed his cock were perfect jerk material. He couldn't even go to the bathroom without seeing them and getting at least a little erect. He is very much looking forward to when you two invite him over for dinner again. His mind is plagued with your moans and your teary eyes staring into his soul as your fiancé fucks you lifeless. He doesn't believe in gods but he's praying almost everyday for you as he tugs his dick to the memories of that day. The disappointment when those red scratches disappeared a few days later left him flaccid, he almost debated on scratching himself just to pretend but he shook that ridiculous thought out of his head. Instead he thinks about how obedient you were for Zeke, letting him direct you and use you. That really contrasted to how you were on his lap like a minx with a mission. 

When his prayers are answered it's not exactly for dinner, more for dessert… long after dinner time late in the evening on a weekend he makes sure the day after is clear because just the thought of you can leave him out of commission for hours but getting the chance to fuck you? He gives himself a day but he'd need more to fully mentally recover. He is but a weak man for beautiful women, and one as lewd as you? One that he's pined over? Fuck. 

He can feel his heart beating so clearly in his ears, the anxiety of the whole situation is snaking back up his spine. He's glad he ate dinner early and the ferocity he brushed his teeth at was frightening, he doesn't want to be caught with bad breath especially by you. His footsteps to Zeke and your apartment feel way too loud, and so does the knock on the door. But the quickness at which you open it is almost comical, and you look all too eager to see him. You've been excited this whole time. Yeah, you love Zeke, you're going to marry him, but having variety is appreciated and the obscenity of being fucked by another man while your to-be husband watches or you two being watched sends thrills down your spine and your skin heat up. You're ready, you've been waiting like a good girl for him to get here, Zeke made you strip to just a loose button up and the reason, well-

Reiner smiles at your sweet hellos, his cheeks already turning red at your attire or lack thereof. But your mischievous smile keeps him on his toes as you play with the collar of his shirt. He doesn't see Zeke anywhere in sight which is curious.

"Zeke told me to tell you something," there's a heady look settling in his eyes as you speak. He plays with the edges of your shirt, "yeah?" 

You nod sweetly, gravitating closer into his touch, "mmhm, he said and I quote "'if she isn't fucking soaked by the time you two get to the bed I'll kick you out and you'll never get to touch her again' something along those lines." He leads kisses along your neckline, rubbing his scruff roughly against your skin while he coughs out a chuckle. 

"Is that so?" A hand running up your thigh, "Guess I'll get to work then." Before you know it you are bent over the back of the couch and he's thrown off his shirt over it. Rough calloused hands and spreading the chub of your ass that's hiding your cunt out of the way for him to devour after he flipped the end of your shirt over your ass. He's on his knees for you, submitting to a prayer into your pussy that's soon to be leaking over his face. The desperate grasps for the couch pillows do nothing to help with the vulnerable position he's put you in and he's diving into your cunt, lapping at it desperately. He's sloppy, spreading your lips out with his tongue as firm as he can manage, spit covering your cunt combining with the slick it's producing. The mission of getting you wet is easily achieved but go big or go home right? 

His hands mold into your ass and thighs still spreading you wide as he presses his face deeper into you, his tongue lapping at your clit and hole as you wriggle and moan over the couch. Your feet can't even touch the ground and the pressure of the back of the couch digging into your abdomen is making catching your breath that much harder. The circles his tongue makes around the edges of your hole and the laps over your clit, he's not precise like Zeke who aims at your weak spots so perfectly and strategically, he's going head-in but his enthusiasm and the striking difference between him and Zeke make up for any downfalls. "Reiner- I-" you want to reach back and pull at his head off your cunt but you're trying to hold yourself up a bit to lessen the pressure your abdomen is taking. Really it makes the experience all the better, breathless groans breaking from your throat as Reiner is diligent in trying to get you to cum all over his face. He's dreamt of this, in different ways, different positions, and it's living up to his expectations. Your taste on his tongue is distinctly you, not sweet, not sour but insanely specific to you and that's what makes him love it so much. You can feel him groaning into you as he eats you out which makes your toes curl and the wave starting in your stomach is threatening to crash soon. He keeps his pace steady, so steady no matter how much you wiggle around and whine, your nails digging into the backing pillows as you get closer and closer to your climax. He presses your thighs into the back of the couch, groaning into your cunt as it clenches sporadically around his tongue and you swear you see a flash of blonde from your bedroom door out of the corner of your eye but you can't really focus as you cream on Reiners face. He's lapping up every bit of cum like a thirsty dog and finally he pulls back, out of breath, smirking at a job well done. 

"I'd say you're sufficiently- what did Zeke say?-" he pulls you by the back of your button up to stand on your feet, slick trailing down your thigh from your cunt, "'soaked.'" He sounds so smug, you would scold him but your knees are weak and you finally get to take a proper deep breath. Thankfully, he holds your hips firmly so you don't collapse into yourself. He kisses at your neck, keeping a flat hand over your belly to pull you away from the couch and closer to the bedroom. Maybe he shouldn't feel such pride and excitement to show Zeke what a good job he's done but fuck it's too late for that. 

Zeke sits in the chair Reiner occupied last time, legs spread, shirtless, finishing the end of a cigarette, pushing the butt into the ashtray near him. He can see the post-orgasmic bliss written all over your face and wobbly legs as you walk to him. The juices trailing down your leg shine a bit with the moonlight gliding through the windows, he technically doesn't need to check to see if you're soaked like he demanded but you're so obediently standing in front of him, he can't help but mold his hands into your body as you situate yourself between his thighs. 

Reiner watches as Zeke unbuttons your shirt, throwing it off you before he grasps your ass causing you to stumble and lean onto his bare shoulders. Fingers trailing up your thigh, smearing slick even more across the plains. 

"Reiner," Zeke lets out a short laugh, "You've outdone yourself. Guess you aren’t getting kicked out." Reiner can't help but let his chest swell with pride. Zeke presses his hands into your ribs, brushing the underside of your breast. "Go be good and spread your legs for him," he pushes roughly into your ribs towards the bed where you tug on Reiners hand to join you. He could combust right now, you look so sweet on the bed looking up to him, wanting him so sweetly to take you. 

This is what he's been waiting for. Sure, fucking your throat and watching you get destroyed by your partner was fun but this is what he wanted. You laying underneath him on the bed, legs spread to accommodate his thighs, no fabric barriers between the two of you. Granted your lover is watching the two of you like a hawk around two rabbits but that just makes this situation hotter. What's even hotter is Zeke's commentary as Reiner digs his hands into your body, into the meat of your thighs and ass, traveling to your chest to pinch at your nipples.

"She was excited for this, you know? My fiancé begging me to let you fuck her." your skin is heating up from embarrassment. Surely, Reiner doesn't need to know this much? "She squirmed on my cock to get on my good side, to convince me to let you fuck her brains out. Imagine that?" Reiners dick taps against your clit, running it along your lips, soaking it with your slick. "My little cocksleeve begging on my cock for another man. I mean, I planned on letting you anyways but it was sweet to see her so desperate like that." Reiners shoulders roll at the confession, "Is that right?" 

You turn your face into the sheets, you really don't want to confirm because even though you're spread wide for him it's more embarrassing to confront that you've begged to fuck him than to actually fuck him. Creaking of a chair, then your face is snapped forward to look at Zeke who's leaning over you, hand seizing your cheeks. "Don't pretend to be modest now." Zeke glares at you from over his glasses, "He asked you a question, whore." 

Having two sets of hands on your body is wholly distracting, but you have to answer or Zeke will be extra mean to you if you disobey. "Yes," you confirm and Zeke sends you a look to continue, "Y-yes, I begged for Reiner to fuck me." The sheets could swallow you whole and you'd be thankful but Zeke looks satisfied and Reiner borderline euphoric. 

You jolt a bit as you see your fiancé hit his back, "Well, get to it then! Don't want to keep a pretty toy like her waiting." But Reiner looks impossibly thick, you took him in your mouth sure, but your pussy is a different story. Zeke is a good length and curved, he never fails to please you but he isn't as thick as this. It's a little intimidating especially when he's trying to work the head into you. One small thrust to work more into you and you try to reach out to make him slow down with pushing his cock into you, "’s t-too big…" Zeke let's out an unsympathetic whistle. Of course, he doesn't want you to hurt for real, but watching you struggle is the best form of amusement to him. Reiner has mercy on you though, and doesn't push further into you. Your slick makes this easier and makes the burn less prominent, and now you're becoming thankful for Zeke and his forward thinking. 

Zeke leans over the spot where you and Reiner are partially connected, his hair almost brushing against the other man's chest. Slowly, he lets a string of spit descend from his mouth to settle on your entrance and Reiners cock. He could've left it at that but instead he leans down to lick at your clit brushing over Reiners dick, adding more spit to the mix to make it a bit easier for you to take. Having another man this close to his dick shouldn't be this attractive, but his tongue and your walls fluttering around his tip is exhilarating. "She should be fine," Zeke sits back on his henches and pushes at your chest to lay flat against the bed as you wiggle just a bit on his cock. Reiner takes this as a green light to slowly thrust into as you whine for him, hands grasping at Zeke's thighs. His thrusts into you pushes groans out of your chest from the thickness. He's stretching you out, walls clamping down on him like a vice, cock rubbing the soft spots in your walls that make tears gather in your eyes. He can feel you get closer and closer to cumming, with your mantra of fuckfuck-please-Reiner-fuck. Zeke nuzzles into your neck, biting into your skin and tweaking your nipples as Reiner drills into you. Your pussy constricting around him sporadically, he pushed one of your knees to your chest to fuck into you even faster which only sends you over the edge you were precariously tipping over, your nails digging into Zeke as you cream on Reiners cock. But he keeps going, the need to fill you up completely with him sending him into a frenzy, your cum adding to the lewd noises and tired, breathy whimpers. "Fuck." Just a few more thrust into your tightness and his cum floods your caverns, he stills. 

Zeke finally speaks up after a moment of silence, "holy shit," he presses down on your tummy and your walls flutter around Reiners cock before he pulls out, cum leaking out of your pussy. Zeke leans over once again, but this time he flattens his tongue over your hole, gathering the cum leaking out on his tongue, leaning back to hover over your mouth. He squeezes your cheeks to open your mouth, letting the collected cum and slick drop into your tongue. You swallow what he gives you obediently. 

You two are going to be the death of Reiner. Seriously, fuck. 

“My turn now,” Zeke flips you over onto your belly as Reiner settles near your head. Your thighs pushed together pushing more cum to slip out of your hole, Zeke spreads the chub of your cheeks out of his way to slip his cock into you. 

“Look at you love,” He presses deeply into you, leaning forward as you claw at Reiners thighs, “So well used. Stretched and fucked open just for me.” Your insides are wet, soaked with cum so the slide inside in is extremely easy. He rocks into you consistently, your walls tight around him, even tighter because of the position. Your slick and Reiners leftover cum in your cunt are dripping down his balls, every time he presses into you there’s a resounding wet slap. You are completely disheveled and fuzzy, like your head is stuffed with cotton, slurred curses slipping through your teeth as Zeke keeps his course. “Suck him off, ‘kay?” You respond with a teary nod as you pull Reiner to you. He won’t last long, he knows that but that may be a mercy on you. You do your best to suck him into your cheeks, hollowing them out as you drool on his cock. The rocking of Zeke’s hips into yours pushes you further and further down his cock, you don’t need to do much work like this thankfully, but your pet name of ‘toy’ is being fully defined by Zeke and Reiner using your body to get off. Zeke’s glasses are completely fogged over so he just throws them on Reiners thigh to make sure they don't get broken on the bed. The taste on Reiner’s cock is a mixture of you and him. You’re so close, so inevitably close. Your eyes rolling back into your skull as a refreshing orgasm rolls over you, harder than the last one and so tiring. Zeke pauses just for a moment as your cunt tightens and creams around him, adding to the sloshing liquids gathered around your hole, cum frothing on his cock. You are in a euphoric post-orgasmic headspace, being used by them. 

He bites and kisses around your shoulders, beard brushing against your skin, whispers of “Good toy, so sweet for me. Being so good for us” hitting your muffled ears. It only takes a few more swallows around Reiner for him to finish with a hiss between his teeth. Zeke pulls your head back by your throat as he keeps thrusting, he wants to hear your raspy groans unmuffled by cock for just a bit. The cute raspy wines of his name are worth it. You are past overstimulation, it hurts just a bit but in a good way. Zeke keeps going, you know he’s close by the sweetness he mumbles into your skin. The praise makes your skin hum and you wish you could be extra good and push your hips back on him but this position doesn’t allow for that and all the strength in your body is borderline nonexistent, all you can do is take what’s dished out to you. You claw at Reiners calves as Zeke ruts into one last time, balls deep to fill you entirely with cum. 

He stays inside as he massages your back, he’s painfully observant and knows you are tired and sore already. “So good, so good for us,” at this point Zeke sounds like a broken record, but it warms your heart especially with Reiner holding your cheeks so tenderly, like you’re made of glass. When he does pull out he takes a moment to sit back and observe the cum being pushed out of your cunt, messy and smeared with your previous endeavors, puffy and abused by dick. It's a sweet sight. It’s tempting to eat you out like this but you’d just whine and squirm too much and he doesn’t feel like dealing with your kicking legs… though the breathy whines would be worth it...

Reiner can see Zeke smiling down at you where you can’t see, this is one of the rare times he has seen him look so… soft. Caring, delicate. A side of him he wasn’t able to see last time. Zeke already knows what to do for the rest of the night, he’ll make sure you both are washed up, you’ll tug at his sleeve to make you toast with butter and honey—and he will, he always will, and he’ll bring you a cup of tea to go along with it—you’ll curl up between his legs and pass out until the next day. 

“Reiner, go get them washed up.” Ah- he didn’t really expect to stay after this but it’s the least he could do for screwing the brains out of his fiancé, so he gathers you up in his arms to give you a lazy shower. Zeke considers that maybe, he can make some extra toast, and maybe another cup of tea for Reiner too. He did tell him to keep his day free tomorrow, the least he could do is let him sleep over. Plus, the seasons are changing and it's getting cold, might as well let you have another cuddle buddy. 

“There’s extra clothes in my dresser as well,” Zeke steps out of the room. You send Reiner a tired sugary smile, he’s starting to be really satisfied with his choice of joining the two of you in this weird trio.

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 <3

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

#⚫.filth #◆.aot #❖.zeke jaeger #❖.reiner braun #⚠️.objectification #⚠️.threesome #⚠️.cumplay #⚠️.pussy eating #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #zeke jaeger smut #zeke yaeger #zeke jaeger x reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x you #attack on titan lemon #zeke jaeger x reader x reiner braun #reiner smut #snk x reader #snk x y/n #snk x you #aot x y/n #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot smut #⚫.writing #⚠️.dom/sub dynamic #zeke smut

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2021 Summer Painting Challenge: Retrospective

Summer has come to an end, and with it Warboss Tae's 2021 Summer Painting Challenge. That was... a lot of painting, most of which has been collected above. Huge thanks go out to Tae - if you haven't checked out his youtube channel you can do so HERE, as well as to all of the other participants. There were a lot of cool projects, and you can see them all on Tae's discord HERE.

My main goal in participating was to get together a fully painted starter army together. Despite some stumbles along the way I'm happy to say I met that goal, with a small but playable Soulblight Gravelord core units of 20 skeletons, 20 zombies, and 10 dire wolves, a couple elite unit options in the Blood-born and Vargskyr, plus a selection of hero options including a Vampire Lord that I'm quite proud of plus a couple necromancers, not to mention the named character options from Cursed City and the Underworlds Warbands.

Speaking of underworlds, I now have three fully painted warbands to play against my roommate in that game. And I made some progress on the long overdue Ravenguard commission, so that's cool.

More importantly, for the first time since I came up with this paint scheme way back when the Oldhammer Fantasy 8th edition Vamp Counts book was released, I finally have enough painted models to put them all together and have a feel for the overall effect, and yeah, I'm pretty happy with it.

I definitely learned a few things along the way - though as per usual it mostly came from mistakes. Looking at what I learned/screwed up month by month...

JUNE

Pledged - Cursed City, 3 Underworlds Warbands, 4 Sidequests Completed - Everything, though the Sidequests got extra time

June was the only month where I actually met my pledge, despite it being the most ambitious of the pledges by a fair bit. But the pace I set was absolutely unsustainable and I was already crashing by the end. In the future I'll have to set a more realistic pace.

Other things I learned: Don't use your good brush for washes (RIP my favorite brush), you can wash a wet palette in the dishwasher, but only if you take it out before the dry cycle (RIP my palette). I also think I went a bit too excessive on the greens. I want the army overall to be darker so the greens pop more, so moving forward I'm using more black cloth, reserving green cloth for detail bits, and details like gravestones and rope that I painted ghosty greens on the June models are greys and browns after.

On a more positive note, I really liked how the black armor with green highlights turned out on the Crimson Court, and have decided to make that the distinctive feature of vampire models in my army going forward. The process is a pain, and I will eventually have to go back and re-paint the dragon lord's armor to match, but it's worth it.

JULY

Pledged: 10 Zombies, 10 Dire Wolves, Rhino Completed: 10 Zombies, Rhino

I was already crashing hard when July started and ended up spending most of my free time in the early part of the month playing video games. I though I had balanced this out by aiming for a reduced pledge and not committing to daily updates, but a smaller pledge than June was still way too more than I could sustainably handle, and without the daily updates I ended up letting my break run on way too long, plus I was stuck out of town for a week. But while I may have failed my pledge, I still got 10 nice looking zombies done, plus the commission rhino, which is a lot for me, and I was really on a roll going into August.

The main thing I learned is that regular posting does a lot to keep me engaged with the hobby, and that's something I'd like to try to continue after the challenge is done.

AUGUST

Pledged: 10 Skeletons, 5 Blood Knights, 1 piece of terrain Finished: 10 Skeletons, July's Dire Wolves, June's Sidequests

I honestly should have known better that to pledge so much with so much leftover work to do, including the sidequest tutorials that I still needed in order to confirm my project from back in June, but I was on a high and on a roll at the end of July, and I let my ambitions get away from me. And I knew almost immediately that I had made a mistake, just assembling the Blood Knights I could tell that each one of them was going to require more work than most of the heroes I've painted.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the most important thing I learned. The most important thing was that Army Painter brand black primer is SUPER grainy, to the point of obscuring some of the surface texture and details of the models I sprayed it on, which tragically includes the Blood Knights. They weren't quite as badly done by as the poor skeletons, but on such a cool and important unit it's still a bit disheartening.

On a positive note, I learned from the dire wolves that hexwraith flame can be used in my paint scheme to punch up saturation a bit & add a bit of slimy green gore effect that I quite like. At some point I'll have to go back and use it to punch up the zombies & maybe the zombie dragon a bit.

So where do I go from here?

I'm going to be out of town till the middle of next week, but when I do get back I want to keep up the monthly goals with regular update posts. Maybe not every day, but a few times a week at least. But I don't want this to be my only hobby, either. I got games to play, and now that hectic summer vacation schedules have calmed down I've got a family D&D campaign to start running again. Plus some other stuff to work on. So I'm going to try to keep future commitments more manageable. One unit per month sounds about right.

I need to make some more progress on the Raven Guard commission, and I want to save October for something spooky and undead, so for September I think the one unit will be a Raven Guard landspeeder.

I'd also like to actually get to the local store to try to get a game or two in with my newly painted models. If I do, I'll be sure to take some pictures and report back to you on how badly I get thrashed.

#warhammer #age of sigmar #2021 summer painting challenge #soulblight gravelords #vampire counts

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So hey I haven't talked about my writing plans for nanowrimo have I?

These past few weeks I've gotten my momentum up for writing like I haven't had in MONTHS, it's terrific, so I'm feeling cautiously optimistic about my writing progress again. We'll see how long it holds out!

My to-do list is:

1. Finish the last couple Alastor week fics from the end of October

2. Finish the very tail end of the rough draft of In Short Supply - which I HOPE won't take long, I've been stuck at a chapter and a half left since like October 2020

3. Celebrate by taking a break to give myself permission to mess around writing fun ideas (meaning, ideas that are new & fresh rather than part of a prior commitment)

4. Continue the Rodorah one-shot series where I left off.

After that my plans are hazy but here's some ideas I have:

- I don't want to stop writing EVERYTHING ELSE until I finish the Rodorah series, so maybe I'll alternate back and forth between posting one Rodorah fic & one random fun fic. (Before quarantine killed my muse, what I'd do is go "1500 words on a Project a day, free writing after that"—it'd be cool to do that again but I don't know if I've got my momentum back up to consistently writing that much a day, so maybe switching back & forth is safer for now.)

- I haven't decided when I'll get around to actually editing the rough draft of In Short Supply. What I might do is schedule a date somewhere in the future—maybe make it a New Years resolution—to sit down, read the whole draft start to finish, take notes on what needs to be done, and work out a schedule from there. I might also see if I can get a friend on board to help beta it. The draft is probably gonna end up at half a million words, so just rereading it alone will be quite an undertaking.

- Now that I've finished the last of my commissions (I'm gonna post the final outstanding request this afternoon), I'm TENTATIVELY considering opening them up again—but if so, I'm only gonna take ideas that really speak to my personal tastes, and only one at a time so that I don't leave a whole line of people hanging if my ability to write takes another nosedive.

#about my writing

[kpop---scenarios]

First Time

Commissioned by: @mon-dayragingslut4monstaxday6​

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I hope you enjoy!!!

"..It won't be weird, you know? It's just one bestfriend, helping out another best friend to bring up his confidence and lose his virginity." Minhyuk says, clearing his throat awkwardly while avoiding eye contact. 

"Might me momentarily awkward." You fake cough. "But really, Minnie, if you can't even look me in the eye and ask me to sleep with you, how are you actually going to do it? We've been friends for 8 years, I've seen a lot and this would be nothing." You snicker, rolling your eyes. 

"Because it's intimate." He harshly whispers. 

Your cheeks turn bright red at his embarrassment. This is the man you've been in love with for the last 7.5 years. The man who has yet to lose his virginity at the age of 24, the man who gets embarrassed when talking about sex. You shouldn't love him, but you do, with everything you have. 

"When did you have in mind?" You groan, but internally you're excited. You wont lie, there's a part of you that's terrified to do this. What if things become weird between the two of you, or everything gets ruined? Is it a chance you're willing to take? 

Absolutely. You'd felt on occasions that Minhyuk might have shown some kind of signs of liking you back but you need to be convinced enough to admit your feelings to him. Maybe now this was your chance? 

"Tonight. 8pm, don't be late and don't show up hammered either." He chuckles. A part of you knows he's joking but yet the other part, a much larger part knows he's being dead serious too. There have been more times than you'd like to admit where you showed up drunk to important events. You didn't like being nervous and alcohol soothed your nerves. 

"Don't worry, I'll be sober." You yell as Minhyuk walks out of your apartment. 

You had to be painfully sober for this if it was going to happen correctly. You couldn't afford any mistakes, it was now or never for Minhyuk to know how you felt. 

** 

You stare at the countdown on your phone as the time gets closer to 8pm. 

7:58pm 

Take a deep breath.

7:59pm

Knock on the door. 

You raise your hand, preparing to knock on the door but it won't move anymore. Maybe this is a mistake? Sleeping with your bestfriend is usually not the smartest idea, especially when it comes to keeping a friendship. These things tend to never end well, but on the other hand, do you really want to suffer for how many more years of being in love with him and him not knowing. Then you run the risk of him finding someone else, falling in love and you watching him be happy and live a life that should have been with you but instead it's with someone else. 

Knock 

Knock 

Knock 

You weren't willing to chance it. You needed to know if you could have that life, your dream of happily ever after. It was a possibility that was so close. 

"Hey." Minhyuk smiles as he opens the door. You walk into his apartment, his living room is cluttered with lit candles, the lights dim. Laid on the table were two glasses along with a bottle of wine, you hoped was for you. 

"What happened to sober?" You ask, nodding your head towards the wine. 

"Ease the nerves, not get black out drunk." He laughs. "Come sit." He smiles, patting the cushion on the couch next to him.

Quietly, you sit down, placing your purse on the floor before laying your jacket across the arm of the couch. You're wearing a small black dress, with something special underneath for Minhyuk. A sexy red piece of lingerie, his favorite colour. 

"Would you like a glass?" He asks. Eagerly you nod your head, feeling less weird now that you're here. 

The entire time you had been thinking about it, you had failed to remember that this was Minhyuk's first time, but not yours. You were going to have to take the reins, show him what to do and how to do it. If anyone was going to be nervous, it would be him. 

Minhyuk hands you a glass of wine, with what you could only describe as a droplet inside. "The fuck?" You question, looking from the wine to him. "Is this? What do I do with this? I need more, please." You finish holding your glass out in front of you. 

"No getting drunk." Minhyuk warned. "One glass to ease yourself, that's what was said." He tells you. 

"Uh yes a glass, not half a splash, don't be cheap." You smile. 

Minhyuk groans as he pours you now half a glass, as well as himself. He and you down it in one gulp. 

"Okay. So.." you begin before he cuts you off. 

"Come here and sit on my cock, baby. Let me spit in your eye." Minhyuk grunts in a weird deep voice, causing you to choke on your own spit. 

"What?" You ask. 

"Is that not what they say? I've watched a lot of porn you know, Y/N. I do know a thing or two." He smirks. 

"You know a thing or two.. from the unrealistic porn that's like super over dramatic and not very real?" You point out. "Also, what kind of porn are you watching?" 

"I.. well.." he stutters before you wave him off. 

"I don't want to know." You laugh as you get yo and walk towards him. 

Minhyuk stands up, facing you. Your head is pounding while your heart races as you think about the fact you're going to kiss him right now. You wondered if it would be weird, or if he's thought about kissing you? 

You stand in front of him, looking him in the eye as you slowly lean forward, your eyes eventually drifting to his lips instead. 

You finally close your eyes as you press your lips against his, waiting for him to laugh or push you away. But he didn't. Instead he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in closer. Your mouth moves in sync with his, as he slides his tongue into your mouth in one swift try. 

You have to admit, you're impressed with his kissing skills, considering he hasn't had much practice. 

"Now what?" He kind of murmurs, his lips barely leaving yours while not even opening his eyes. 

"We need to undress. So take mine, and I'll unbutton yours." You tell him. 

Minhyuk reaches his hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it behind him onto the floor. 

"Nice." He chuckles, staring at your tits while you unbutton his shirt. 

Once you slide it from his body, you tell him to take off your bra. 

"Uh." He mumbles as his hands stay in the air, unsure of where to go, or how to do it. 

"And you've claimed to watch a lot of porn." You scoff. "In the back. The clasp."

"Ah yes. Well they usually already have titties bouncing when I arrive to watch, so.." he tells you, unclasping your bra with one hand on the first try. "Boom." He shouts. 

"Beginners luck." You scoff. 

"Now what?" He asks. 

"Now, most girls enjoy this, but sometimes you might want to wait for them to tell you to do it unless you know they like it. Suck." You say, pointing down at your breast.

Minhyuk smirks just a bit before he cups your breast and lowers his head, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking. 

"Mhm." You moan. 

Minhyuk can feel his cock twitch in his pants. 

He let's go with a pop, your face showing just how horny you were now. 

"Pants off." You say, pulling down your yoga pants while Minhyuk scrambles to discard his jeans.  

The two of you head over to the bedroom where you lay down on the bed and Minhyuk just stands there. 

"Is it fucking time?" He asks. 

"Foreplay. You need to fool around for a bit before you get to it unless it's a quickie, but we aren't doing that." You tell him. 

"So not like the porns. They just get right to it." He sighs. 

"Again, not real. Get down here." You tell him. "You can either rub my clit or lick my pussy, your choice. Most times the girl will tell you what they want." You say. 

"What do you want." He asks. 

"Lick my pussy." You say, spreading your legs. 

Minhyuk gets settled in between your legs, spreading your lips with his fingers before giving a few kitten licks. 

"Don't be afraid too…" you begin before Minhyul wraps his lips around your clit and begins sucking. 

"Oh god." You cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. You weren't entirely sure what he was doing to you but it felt phenomenal. "Two fingers.." you moan but he was one step ahead of you, already inserting two fingers inside you. 

"Shit. Fuck. Yes, just like that." You cry, arching your back. 

Minhyuk hadn't realized how good it would make him feel to see someone squirming under him, moaning his name like that. Now he just wanted to rail you. 

"Stop. Stop stop." You cry. Minhyuk lifts his head and pulls his fingers out of you, looking at you like he had done something wrong. "I don't want to cum yet." You explain. 

He understood, but not really. 

"On your back." You demand. "Have you ever had your dick sucked?" You ask. 

He shakes his head no. 

Excellent. 

You pull his boxers from his body, throwing them somewhere across the room. You're impressed by the length and width of his cock, a very good size. 

Licking your lips, you bend your head down, shoving his cock down your throat. 

"Holy fuck." He yells, his legs twitching. "Fuck." He grunts. 

You place your hand on the base of his cock, pumping him while you swirl your tongue around the tip, causing him to moan loudly while you lick up some pre cum. 

"Please stop, but don't stop, but stop." He groans. 

"Which one is it?" You ask, taking a small break. 

"If you don't stop I will cum." He admits. 

"Okay, so.." you begin but are cut off. 

"Now it's fucking time." Minhyuk excitedly says. 

"What position?" You ask. 

"Uhh.. regular? You know, normal.." he mumbles. 

"Missionary? Cow girl? Doggy? Reverse cowgirl?" You ask, just naming off a few. 

"Doggy?" He asks. You nod your head and get onto all fours, putting your head onto the mattress. 

"Yeah that's right." He grunts. "You gonna take my cock like the whore you are? Dirty fucking slut..face..slut" He says, landing a hard smack on your ass. 

"What the fuck." You partially laugh. 

"Is that not okay?" He wonders. 

"Make sure whoever you're fucking is okay with being called names. Personally I love it, but also have confidence. Slut face slut? Not your finest." You tell him. 

"Fair enough." He agrees, clearing his throat. He lines his cock up with your pussy before slowly pushing himself into you. 

"Oh.. holy.. shit.. so tight." He moans as he enters you fully. "Feels.. amazing." He grunts, tightly gripping onto your hips. 

"Now fuck me." You whine, grinding yourself against him. 

Minhyuk slowly pulls himself out of you before pushing back in, moaning loudly each time.

"Faster." You groaned, and needed him to slam himself into you. 

"I don't want to hurt you." He whispers. 

"I'll tell you if I'm hurting or not, until then rail me hard." You say. 

It was like a switch inside Minhyuk was flicked. He began to pound his cock into you, his nails and fingertips digging into your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises. 

"God yes" you cry. "Pull my hair." 

Without hesitation, Minhyuk grabs a clump of your hair, yanking your head back as he continues to ram you. 

When he let's go, your head hits the mattress once again. You reach down in between your legs to rub your clit while you have your ass as high in the air as you can for Minhyuk. 

Without you needing to ask, he lands another hard smack on your ass, sending shivers down your spine. 

"You like that, baby?" He grunts, fucking you raw. 

You liked it even more when he called you baby. 

"Yes." You moan. 

"Yes what?" He snaps.

You'd never pictured him as a daddy type, but then again you never really know. 

"Yes daddy." You moan.

"Fuck do I love that. Good little cock whore." He grunts. "You gonna cum for me?" He asks. 

"Shit. Yes daddy." You cry out, your fingers rubbing fast allowing your orgasm to come quickly. 

"Cum baby, cum for me." He yells and you do. As your orgasm washes through your body, you cry out while your body shakes and Minhyuk fucks you harshly, chasing his own high. 

"I'm gonna cum." He grunts. 

"Cum inside me." You cry out, just as he cums, filling your pussy up with his warm cream. 

"Oh my god. Fuck." He grunts as he slowly thrusts himself into you, spilling everything he has inside of him. 

"That was.. wow." You huff, laying in his bed, side by side. 

"I have a confession." He breathes. "There's a reason why I haven't fucked anyone " 

"What?" You ask, nervously. 

"I've been waiting for the right time to ask you.. because I've only wanted you but you were with Jooheon or whatever. So I waited." He admits. 

"Why did you wait?" You ask. 

"Because I've loved you for years, and I wanted my first time to be with you. I love you." He tells you, turning his head to look at you. 

"I love you too." You whisper.

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