#Finding the right angle to take the picture was a pain

[sweetestdesire]

BABY PICTURES

WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.

PAIRING(S): Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Jack Hughes’ mother shows Fem!Reader his baby pictures.

Jack was pouting. Which truthfully, Y/N didn’t think there were all that many moments where he wasn’t pouting, but he seemed to be pouting a little extra right now. Maybe she should feel bad, and maybe she should feel a little guilty that he’s sulking because of her, but then his mother flipped the page of the baby album in her hands, and she suddenly didn’t care as much about her petulant boyfriend anymore. 

“This is Jack after he scraped his knee for the first time.” Ellen giggled, pointing to tiny, red and teary-faced Jack staring up at the camera, making Y/N snort as she leaned closer for a better look. 

“He looks ridiculous.” Y/N laughed, and distantly, she could hear Jack gasp at the comment, crossing his arms and sending her a glare from across the living room. 

“I was in pain.” Jack huffed. “Extremely excruciating pain. And my mother stopped to take a picture my misfortune. Who does that?”

To his dismay, Y/N didn’t even spare him a glance, pointing to the next picture of the album and giggling away with his mother, whispering what he was sure was yet another mean and rude comment making fun of him. What kid didn’t fall and scrape their knee? And what kid didn’t cry when they fall and scrape their knee? Normal children shed tears in the face of extreme pain, and Jack Hughes was not an exception to this fact. In fact, he liked to think he was one of the braver children.

“Jack, you were such a crybaby growing up.” Ellen shook her head, amusement lacing her tone as Y/N chuckled and shot him a sly grin. 

“So nothing’s changed.” She hummed. “He’s still a crybaby now, too.”

“I am not.” Jack gasped. “Take that back, you liar.”

“And this is Jack on his first day of school.” Ellen hummed, cutting him off and pointing to a picture of a young Jack waving at the camera, missing what Y/N was sure was his entire front row of teeth. She grinned, letting out a small chuckle as her eyes softened at the image. 

Usually, Jack Hughes was a handful. He was loud and annoying and he talked far too much for his own good. He made her life increasingly difficult with the stubbornness he wore like a second skin, and he made her want to crawl into a hole half the time they were in public for all the scenes he seemed to always cause. But sometimes Jack Hughes was also very cute like in this photo for example, with chubby cheeks and a bright grin on his face as he stood in his school outfit. 

“Awe, Jack.” Y/N cooed, making him perk up a little at the sound. “How cute.”

“I was a cute kid, wasn’t I?” He grinned, and almost as though he was never pouting in the first place, his mood switched at the slightest bit of praise. She rolled her eyes, giving him a flat look as she eyed him while he walked over to her, flopping onto the space beside her and looking over her shoulder. 

“You were.” Y/N nodded, making a point to eye him up and down and raised an eyebrow. “I wonder what happened.”

Jack gasped, and the pout from earlier returned once more and she couldn’t say that she was surprised. “Rude, I’m still cute, you know.” He grumbled, and because he was Jack Hughes, the most annoying man she’d ever had the pleasure of encountering on the face of the planet, he poked her shoulder repeatedly. “Admit it, you still find me cute.” He whined. “You literally called me cute this morning.”

“That’s because you were sleeping.” Y/N shrugged. “You’re really cute when you shut up.”

“Yes, my favorite Jack was always a napping Jack growing up.” Ellen added from the side. 

“Mom.” He protested, watching as Y/N and his mother snickered together. He wondered how the both of them could claimed to love him when they treated him like this, wounding his pride and ego with every insult thrown his way. He crossed his arms, angling his body away from Y/N as she giggled and wrapped herself around him. 

“We’re just kidding, Jack.” Y/N grinned, reaching to pinch his cheek, chuckling when he swatted her hand away with a grunt. “You’re really the cutest.”

“You’re a liar.” He mumbled, shooting her a glare as she fought back an amused smile. “You said you loved me, but clearly you lied to me.”

“I do love you.” Y/N insisted. “And I love your baby pictures, too.”

Usually, Jack felt his heart soften when he watched Y/N and his mother get along. He thought he fell in love with her just a little harder every time he watched her eyes light up when she saw the women who raised him. But sometimes, he wished he never introduced her to his mother. He was almost certain she preferred spending time with his mother over him, and he was even more certain his mother wished Y/N was were the one she raised instead. He almost felt like the third wheel half the time he brought her over and he couldn’t help but wonder who did she even love more, him or his mother? 

Jack thought he had his answer, though when Y/N leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw. No matter how often the two giggled at his expense, she didn’t kiss his mother on the jaw, and Jack couldn’t help but shoot a smirk her way as she rolled her eyes and stood.

“There are more I have to dig up sometime.” Ellen hummed, making Jack groan as Y/N nodded eagerly. “I’ll leave you two alone for a while.”

“I’m starting to think you come over for my mom instead of me.” Jack huffed as his mother left the room, making her roll her eyes as she leaned into his side. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her flush against his body, relaxing as her hand found his chest and rubbed slow circles. 

“Only you would be jealous of your own mother.” Y/N snorted.

“I’m not jealous.” Jack protested. “I’m simply concerned that you ignore your boyfriend for hours to make fun of him with his mother.” 

If there was one thing Y/N had learned after flipping through page after page of crying baby pictures, it was that Jack has been dramatic since the day he was born. This fact didn’t change even in his adult years, but if there was one other thing she’s learned, it’s that he was endearing, just a little too cute for his own good, and just a little too dangerously charming whether it’s the camera he was pouting at or her. She couldn’t help but shuffle closer, hugging him tightly as she smiled softly into his shirt. 

“C’mon.” Y/N hummed, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You know you’re my favorite. I do wish I had a baby to cuddle with right now, though.”

“You have me.” Jack glared. “I’m your baby and you can cuddle with me.”

“It’s just not the same.” Y/N teased. “You talk too much.”

“I’ll have you know I got in trouble quite a lot as a child for talking too much. Adult me is a lot better.” Somehow, Y/N wasn’t surprised and a small part of her was almost grateful she didn’t know Jack in his young, obnoxious days as a child. An even bigger part of her felt bad for his mother and the strength she must’ve needed to raise the handful of a boyfriend in her arms along with his two brothers. “And besides.” Jack smirked, leaning down to pull her into a brief kiss. “If you want a baby, I could easily give you one.”

“Jack.” Y/N hissed, swatting his shoulder and making him pout as he rubbed over the spot she’d hit. “One of you is more than enough. We don’t need another.”

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[robotzebra]

Amphibiuary day 27: rare

#amphibiuary2024 #amphibiuary #my art #olm #Gold paint and plastic rhinestones #Finding the right angle to take the picture was a pain

[whateveriwant]

The 141 watching their partner give birth

Price

Is absolutely fascinated by the process

Constantly looking down there, slack jawed, telling you, "Honey, you've got to see this"

Makes you warn him waaaay too many times to not whip out his phone and start recording such an exposed view of between your legs

Does, however, receive your permission to take pictures/videos from a more "decent" angle (ones you can actually share with your friends and families, you know)

The picture he takes of you holding your child for the very first time? Yeah, say hello to his new lockscreen

Ghost

Looks down a few times but mostly keeps his focus up by your head

Gives oodles and oodles of soft praise telling you how good you're doing, how strong you are, how he knows you can do this

Has both hands on you throughout the delivery – one holding your thigh open, the other holding your hand for support

Is completely unfazed no matter how hard you squeeze him; doesn't so much as blink even as you almost break his fingers with your death grip

The only time he lets you go is to cut the umbilical cord (and then hold your child so so preciously in his massive hands)

Gaz

Doesn't have the stomach to look, but he does manage to cut the cord

Lots of petting your hair, applying cool cloths to your neck, whispering praise/encouragement in your ear

Reminds you to breathe when you forget to (and realizes he sometimes needs the reminder too)

Finds himself getting a little choked up seeing you in such pain, but has to hold himself together for both your sakes

Maintains his composure up until he hears your child's first cries, and then it's Niagara Falls streaming down his face, tons of wet kisses pressed to your sweaty temple

Soap

You'd think being surrounded by blood and guts on the regular would have prepared him for this moment, right?

Looks down once. Passes out immediately

Poor guy goes down like a sack of bricks and has to be dragged out of the way by a couple of nurses

Doesn't come to until after the birth is over, and is so incredibly apologetic/embarrassed/disappointed when he realizes what happened

But once he finally lays eyes on your child, he's lighting up like he just won the lottery and is smothering you both with all the love he has to offer

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[the-californicationist]

he washes your hair

Injured in the line of duty, you can't even manage to wash your own hair. Captain John Price decides to help you out.

MDNI/18+

TW: hurt/comfort, injury

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50663425

The medics did the best they could to patch you up, but the damage was extensive. The terrorist’s pipe bomb had exploded against your back, slamming shrapnel into your arms and shoulders, tearing your flesh and breaking your left collarbone. The doctor had tried to put your arm in a sling, but you couldn’t raise either arm above the midpoint. As you dragged your body back to your quarters, you did your best to get undressed, but you were now stuck, sitting on the floor, crying a bit from the pain and frustration of your injuries. 

There was no one to help you. You were stuck out here with the task force, but Soap and Ghost were still deep in enemy territory on recon. Gaz had gone with Laswell to find the weapons shipment that she’d promised you, and the only one left in the makeshift house-turned-base was Captain Price. 

You told yourself you’d do the same thing for him if the tables were turned, but it didn’t lessen the shame at all. You called his cell, 

“Cap?”

“Sparrow? What’s wrong?”

You never called him like this. Not at this hour. But, knowing you were injured, he picked right up. His voice was full of concern. You could picture his blue eyes shining with his worry. 

“Nothing…” you paused, “Well, I…”

“Gonna die of old age before you tell me, soldier.”

You smiled, biting the bullet,

“Cap, I need your help. I’m stuck in here. Can’t move my arms.”

“On my way,” he hung up. 

You waited, listening for his heavy footsteps. Eventually, you heard him in the hall. He knocked on your door.

“Come in,” you said, turning your eyes to the floor, unable to meet his gaze, full of shame. 

You were sitting there, in nothing but the shirt stuck around your arm and a pair of panties. You’d been successful with the rest of your outfit, proud of yourself for using a coat hanger to take off your bra from the back clip, but now you were trapped, unable to move even a little without being in excruciating pain.

“Poor little bird. Broke your wing, hm?” Price smiled down at you, his tone so different than his usual sarcasm.

“I must look pretty pitiful for you to be so sweet about it,” you rolled your eyes, “Go on, have a laugh. I’m a muppet who trapped herself in her own shirt.”

He didn’t say anything. Price walked over to you carefully, bending down so he could reach you, his hulking body darkening your vision, casting his huge shadow over you, almost protectively. He snaked his hand under the collar of your shirt and guided it up and over your head, careful not to disturb your bandages. 

Shirtless, now, and in just your underwear, you moved to cover your breasts, wincing as you made the attempt, your shoulder angry at the bent angle. 

“It’s alright, birdie. Let’s get you up,” he set your arm back into its neutral position and guided you to your feet. 

“I’m so sorry you had to come,” you whispered, shameful to the point of pain. 

Price guided you to the bathroom, his strength making you feel weightless. You were dizzy from it. His warm body felt like a salve on your wounds. 

He didn’t ask for permission when he stripped off your panties, kneeling to pull them off of your legs, letting you step gingerly out of them, one by one. You steadied yourself on his huge shoulders, the agony too high for you to complain any longer. Your breath caught in your chest when a sharp spike of hot pain shot through your chest. 

“Ah! Christ,” you gritted your teeth. 

Blue eyes looked up at you from below, looking like a man in prayer, looking up for his gods, for a sign. 

“Alright, Spar? Here, sit. Sit down,” he guided you to the side of the shower-tub combo, placing you between the open plexiglass doors. 

“Captain, I…” you tried to make your excuses again. 

“Shh,” he wiped some of your dried blood off of your cheek, and furrowed his brow at you, “No more of that. That’s an order, Corporal.” 

“Yes, sir,” you grimaced, trying to turn on the water. 

“Stop, birdie. Let me help you.” 

You were too tired to fight him. He turned on the water for you, and he started to remove your bandages. Your wounds needed to be cleaned and the bandages replaced. You weren’t sure how the medics expected you to do that by yourself. You thought the captain might be willing to stay, so you tried to be good, tried not to be a burden to him. 

“You know,” he commented as he waited for the water to warm up, reaching for clean towels, “Laswell called. She said you saved those two girls, the ones in the upstairs room.”

There had been a mess of civilians on this last mission, and you had blocked the bomb with your body, trying to shield them from the blast. 

“They made it through?” You wanted to be sure.

He nodded, smiling,

“Sure did, little bird. You did good. Made us proud,” then, he corrected himself, staring at you with fiery intent, “Me. Made me proud.” 

You smiled back, 

“Thanks, Captain.”

“C’mon, let’s get you clean,” he took off his shirt and you gaped in awe. 

His body was huge in the small bathroom, enormous shoulders bulging off of his heavy frame, and his core was thick but the top of his abs were sticking out, suggesting a well-fed but strong man. He was covered in dense hair, laying straight and flat against his skin, unshaven and untrimmed. No one to trim it for, you supposed.

“What are you doing?” You asked, shocked by his undressing.

Price unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking as it dangled, and started to take off his pants, using his toes to pry off his boots from the heel,

“Can’t wash yourself, and I can’t reach you from out here. Gonna jump in and help you,” he paused, looking at you carefully, “That alright, birdie?”

Your nickname was your favorite thing you’d ever gotten from him. When he used it, in his thick accent, it made your heart race. 

You nodded, resigning yourself to be as professional as you could, averting your eyes.

He chuckled, rich and deep,

“Might as well have a butcher’s now, love. Gonna be up close and personal.”

You looked at him then, accepting his challenge. But, as your eyes raked over his nude form, you saw his skin flush pink, a little more self-conscious than he let on. 

“I know, I know. Old dog like me, I’m nothing to look at. I promise, I’ll just wash you and get back out. Sorry about all the…” he made a general motion toward his cock, which was hanging heavy and half-hard at the sight of you, “Can’t help that you’re a pretty bird.” 

“John, you’re plenty to look at,” you grinned, blushing right along with him. 

For once in his life, John Price didn’t have a snappy response. He just checked the water again and helped you stand up, guiding you into the shower and repositioning the head so that it wouldn’t hit you directly. 

You let yourself soak under the stream, eyes closed, hearing him shut the door behind himself. You felt him steady you with a hand on your hip as he used a gentle washcloth to clean blood off of your skin, careful not to touch your wounds. 

“Turn ‘round, love,” his voice was so low, you almost couldn’t hear him. 

You turned toward him, watching him stand before you, breathing heavier, trying his best not to stare at your chest. It was easy at first. As he cleaned your face, his touch soft and platonic, he stole a few glances down. But, as he began to take care of your collarbone and chest, he lost his nerve a bit. At one point, he stopped mid-swipe, trying to clean blood from you and then watching as a long, thin rivulet ran directly over your nipple. 

You smiled, and he saw you, chuckling again.

“Got me. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Captain. Just a natural response.” 

He pulled back his lips from his teeth and ran a wet hand down his face, looking exasperated,

“Do you want…I mean, do you mind if I…” he let out a labored sigh, shaking his head. 

“You can, John. I…” you waited until he could look you in the face again, “I want you to touch me, if you want to.”

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, not really to you, “Look, I don’t want you to feel - ”

You leaned forward, a bit unsteady, and kissed the skin on his sternum, feeling the hairs on your lips, his wet skin sticking to you as you pulled away. 

“Little bird,” he was warning you. You could hear it in his tone. 

“Kiss me, John. Please?”

“I can’t. I can’t because I won’t stop. I don’t have an abundance of self-control. Not after a mission. Can’t be trusted.”

“I trust you,” you looked up at him, praying back to him, hoping he wanted you like you had wanted him over these last six months. 

Price leaned down, holding you steady, and kissed you very chastely. You kissed him back, not chastely at all. He moaned, pulling away,

“Don’t, Spar. I can’t…You’re injured.”

“Yeah, injured. Not dead.”

He smirked, unable to keep the grin off his face. His cock was as hard as a stone, and it was long enough to rub against your belly as you stood together in the small space. 

“Let me wash your hair. I’ll think about it, birdie…you little minx,” his last comment was said under his breath, full of hungry desperation. 

He turned you around again, and he reached for the shampoo, pouring out a quarter-sized amount into his calloused palm. Rubbing it together in his hands, he ran it through your scalp, massaging it until it foamed, making sure to take care of the ends. Then, he held you while you stood under the spray, letting the warm water soak your tresses, running the suds down the drain. 

As he prepared to wash your body, Price took a deep breath. He stayed away from your wounds, but as he started to wash your trunk, he hesitated to soap your breasts. 

“John, it’s okay.” 

He smiled at you, 

“Just enjoying you, little bird. Might not get another chance.” 

“I’ll make sure you get plenty of chances.” 

He was on you then, gently caressing your breasts and nipples with the soap, rubbing his body on yours, washing himself as he cleaned you. He ran his hands over your ass cheeks, down your legs, making sure to take care of your whole body as if it was his.

“Alright, all done,” he sighed, “Let’s get those dressings replaced, and I’ll take you to bed.”

You raised your eyebrows suggestively. He exhaled, smiling down at you in disbelief, his voice deep and ragged,

“Fuckin’ hell, birdie. Keep teasin’ me and I bloody will take you to bed.”

You smiled, laughing with him, enjoying his warmth as you leaned your body against his, letting the soft spray from the shower protect you both, cocooned together, safe and sound.

#captain john price #john price #john price x you #john price x reader #captain price #captain price x reader #captain price x you #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod #cod fanfic #cod fic #call of duty fanfic

[meanbossart]

Oh boy, VaM is kind of a trial and error experience LOL I couldn't really show you how to use the interface and stuff without a whole video or something, but it's not THAT difficult to get a hang of if you just give yourself a day or two to play around, not to mention the number of tutorials you find out there. Luckily, if you only want to use it as a reference software that makes the process far easier (to this day I have no idea how to animate on that thing, since that's not what I use it for)

As for how I use it, it's pretty self explanatory - if there's a complicated pose I want to draw but I'm either having trouble with it, or just want to double-check angles/anatomy, I will use it as a resource! I use for most of my "proper" pieces (y'know, the nicer looking ones) and every once in a while for my silly comics if I'm having trouble with a pose.

Lets use this drawing for example (the character on top of DU drow belongs to @namespara )

I don't draw a lot of mud-wrestling (shocking, I know) but I had an idea of the kind of pose I wanted them to be in. So the very first thing I did was make a rough sketch of what I was envisioning:

I often do a rough sketch first, even If I know I'm going to be pulling the program up because A) It's less tedious than adjusting the models over and over again until I pick a pose and B) because sometimes I'll decide I don't need the reference, after all, and so that's 30 minutes I'll have spared myself of playing around on the software.

Now, this is a pretty complicated pose! It's in a weird angle and the bodies are making contact in ways I'm not used to depicting, so I did choose to whip out VaM for this one. I went into the program and after some messing around, I flopped my little dolls together like this:

Now something really cool about VaM is that you can completely customize your models, and if you have the patience, I would definitely encourage you to do so! Obviously, you don't have to make picture perfect replicas of every single character you have, but as you can see here I have made a DU drow "decoy" to help me better understand some of his features when I draw him: he has a strong brow, a short nose, a square jawline - these are all going to look a very specific way from certain angles, and I might not always be sure of how to draw it right! So it's useful to have models that bear SOME semblance to the character so you can better understand how different viewpoints will affect their bone structure and mass.

Also thank fucking god for the elf-ear slider. Figuring out how to draw those shits from certain angles was a huge pain in the ass when I started drawing DnD races.

So, with the reference in hand, I go over the sketch again:

Now you may notice that I don't stick to the reference 100%. There's three reasons for this:

posing on VaM is tedious as hell. You can get something incredibly natural looking and picture-perfect to reference from if you wish, but it's going to take you hours to do. So, for the most part I just slap guys together until the results are "close enough" and use that.

In my opinion, you should always aim to ENHANCE your reference material, not replicate it exactly!

While VaM is a PRETTY DANG GOOD source of anatomical reference, it isn't perfect, I often supplement it with further reference from real life resources or make tweaks based on my own knowledge where I catch it falling short (and, antithetical to what I just said, I sometimes fuck the anatomy up further on purpose if I think it looks better that way LOL it's all jazz baby).

Then lines, color, yada yada. I don't have a tutorial on that and I don't think I could make one, because my process is chaotic as hell, but I do at times use Virt-a-mate as loose reference for lighting too when coloring - waaaaayyyy less so however, because that process is even more tedious and I feel like I often get better results by just winging it. It is a feature of the program though, and I'm sure it would be helpful for someone who has a difficult time visualizing lights and shadows. I only started using this program a few months ago, so I happened to already have a pretty good understanding of that kind of thing and just don't personally feel like I get much out of that particular mechanic.

Here's a few other examples of pieces that I made reference for (WARNING: Suggestive)

Now, for the question many of you may want to ask:

"Can I trace this junk?"

And to that, I say: Buddy, you can do whatever the hell you want with the reference material you created.

However,

If your goal is to learn and improve your art, and to recreate realistic proportions and anatomy from memory, tracing won't help you.

Developing your own style, your muscle memory, and personal technique will all be hindered by choosing to trace instead of drawing from observation, so I would encourage against it. Hell - even when tracing is employed as a technique, it's usually by high-skill realism & concept artists who are looking to either cut some corners, save time, or just double-check their own proportions in order to improve further - if you try tracing as a beginner, you will most definitely find the result to still look stiff and "off".

So trust me, there is so much more to be gained from drawing from observation. Make note of tangents, compare proportions, use all the elements of the picture to dictate where and how things should go - it will be a far more rewarding experience.

Hopefully this has been helpful! VaM is a really cheap program (you get it on the guys' patreon for I think 8 dollars, just google it!) and it's definitely been worth my money as an artist since I found it. Learning to use it can be a little intimidating at first glance, but as I said above you only really need a day plus one or two tutorials to get a hang of the interface.

A fair warning though, IT IS A SOFTWARE MADE FOR VIRTUAL SEX/ADULT ANIMATION So when looking it up expect to see a some spicy content.

#Funfact THIS is the post that got me flagged last time so i'm really tempting fate right now LOL #ask #art #tutorial #resource

[jjongslutz]

심재윤 JAKE 💋 HOLD ME CLOSE [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH jake comes back from tour missing you so much, he doesn’t want to waste a single second to even take off your clothes.

WARNINGS ⨯ dry humping (that’s literally it) + cumming in pants

WORD COUNT ⨯ 0.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE . . . i’m an avid pathetic!jake enjoyer

ENHYPEN going on tour is both an exciting, new and prideful experience and the thing you dread the most. You weren’t able to accompany them as you’d hoped because of school, which meant almost two months without Jake by your side.

It was hard on him, too. Especially filled with the adrenaline from the concert, Jake wanted nothing more than to go back to the hotel and spend whatever energy he had left fucking you into the mattress. Then, he’d prepare for the concert the following day, rinse and repeat. Without you, however, he was doomed to weakly jerk off to whatever sexy photos you sent him every now and again, or the few videos he took with you.

Finally, he has you to himself again.

“I missed you so much,” he huffs into your ear.

Jake’s voice tickles your skin, causing you to stutter in your movements. He groans.

Right as he got off the plane not more than an hour ago, he was texting you about how much he missed your touch. He told you he needed you then and there, even sent a picture of his hand on his growing erection in the back of the company van.

Now, you find yourself grinding against him, still wearing the flimsy skirt you wore to campus and he in his loose-fitted jeans, which fold perfectly into your core.

His nails dig crescents into your skin where he lifts a bit of your shirt for a better grip. The pain hurts so good.

Jake pushes you back and pulls you forward in a rhythmic pattern to get you both where you want to go. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he whispers, a pleasured smirk forming on his face as he shuts his eyes tightly.

His hips grind up into yours, bulge protruding where you need it most. As much as you want to rip the material off of him, you’re too desperate to get off with him to stop now.

You roll forward and he rolls up. “Fuck,” you sigh pleasurably. Your head naturally falls into the crook of his neck.

Jake takes this as an inviting opportunity to suck hickeys into the skin of yours. “Haven’t seen you so long—” He kisses the skin he just bruised. “—I have to make sure everyone knows you're taken.”

You giggle at his words and his lips trickling down your neck, but it soon morphs into a whine as you feel your core growing warming.

Picking up your pace, you roll your hips into Jake’s crotch. Your cunt runs against his bulge at every angle and it feels so good.

“You gonna cum?” Jake pants from below.

Lost in the pleasure, you can’t bring yourself to answer him with words. You whimper against his skin, lifting your head to crash your lips onto his. He pulls your tongue into his mouth, sucking on it and moaning like it tastes like candy. To him, it is.

Jake bucks his hips and suddenly it all comes rushing out of you. You let out a pornagraphic moan while doubling over him, feeling a wet patch forming in your panties. Beneath you, Jake has his own stain on his pants, but he doesn't seem to mind as he drops his head back while catching his breath through quiet shuttered moans.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

He’s pulling you in, laying your head onto his shoulder, but keeping your legs draped over his. You feel his rapid heartbeat under the palm of your hand on his chest. “Sorry…”

You tilt your head up. “What for?”

“That wasn't very gentlemanly.”

“What you wanted to bring me flowers, too? Before fucking me into next week?”

He laughs.

“I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.” You attempt to get up, but your shaking legs bring you back down into his arms. “Later.”

#💋 𐬹⠀꩜ written by sol #୨ৎ 🎱 ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 .ᐟ #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen au #enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen hard thoughts #jay smut #jake hard thoughts #jake fic #jake smut #jake au #jake #jake hard hours #enhypen fanfic #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jay #enhypen heeseung #enha #enha x reader #enha sunoo #enha fluff #enha imagines #enha smau #enha scenarios #enhypen jake #s.jy

[razzberriezz]

Fashion Dreamer Tips & Tricks

Some stuff only I found that isn't mentioned or in-game at all or is easily missed as far as I'm aware? I hope it helps some of you guys out :) It is quite image-heavy under the cut, fair warning!!

Colour Matching (Item Creator) Pressing down on the left stick changes the display from mannequin to the item itself, but pressing it again will show whatever item you're creating along with whatever your muse is currently wearing.

So if you've gotten a custom coloured item from someone else, this is great for making items and accessories to match with it! And you don't have to waste 120k points trying to match colours by guesstimation instead like me :'))) Or maybe I'm just dumb because I knew how to zoom in and out, just not the display switching OTL

2. Showroom Configuration (is stupid) This is for the Happy Home Paradise players... Make sure that any mannequins or clothing you display in your showroom is actually accessible, because you cannot walk under ceiling decorations, even if they are lighting. I have no idea why. You also can't change the camera angle, so it'd be best not to put the door/panel decorations all in a row at the front, because then players can't see what you're even displaying (unless it's just like a mannequin in the middle surrounded by lockers... Idk)

Taking the time to plug my showroom again before I swap out the outfits for the fancier stuff I have >o< Find me at a8xv4JW3Am!

3. Muse Advisors There are at least 2 or 3 advisors who are present at the Muse Mirror in each Cocoon in rotation. (e.g. Noz and Iris in HOPE) They can not only suggest colours and unique makeup that you haven't obtained yet* (I've seen a look where your character gets like a Batman/Robin mask lol), but also give you their own! If the one whose look you want isn't there, you just have to quick-travel (press down on the right stick) to another Cocoon and back. Otherwise, you can just keep talking to them and backing out until their option shows up.

Before & After (Iris ver.)!

(*Unfortunately, they won't give you unique eye shines/reflections.)

4. NPCs I've just learnt that the NPCs you start with are most likely random. I've seen others start with NPCs I haven't even seen or heard of! You need to raise their friendship level until you get a special event that says 'Friend Introduction' - and even then, I think the NPC who appears next might be random (unconfirmed). This may make it quite a pain for those who want the unnatural skin colours, since I believe they are only unlockable via NPC friendship rank... So just go into solo mode and spam some outfits :')

5. Camera Angles and Idle Poses This one is a bit useless, but I didn't know about it until now so it's going in. Most of the time, I use the drone camera to take photos, but could never really fit fullbody photos - turns out, you need to angle the camera slightly downwards (have your character looking up) to be able to zoom out enough to fit your Muse's whole body in. If the camera angle is level with your Muse, you will never be able to get a fullbody picture. Who thought this would be a good idea???

Level angle and tilted angle - the level angle is already at the lowest it could go.

Additionally, waiting for a while will let your character have the time to perform some idle animations, some of which (I think) are not present in the poses option, even via NPC friendship rank. The downside is that you'll have to crop out some parts of the UI and the quality will be a little lower - however, that can be fixed using waifu2x (which I tend to use anyways for aesthetic posts lol).

Before & After using waifu2x!

Since the game is so new I thought this might be helpful to some who are also just starting out. If anything here is wrong, please let me know and I'll fix it as soon as possible!

#fashion dreamer #my.fashion.dreamer.posts #idk what else to tag so this is it for now

[velvetmud]

joel + mutual masturbationnnn

explicit 18+, daddy kink

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- joel prefers to entwine your legs together, face to face while you’re both lying down on your backs. knows the sound between your legs when you’re getting wetter and wetter with every swirl of your middle finger, taking pleasure in watching your toes curl and your mouth open nice and wide when your pussy starts to ooze as you clench around nothing

- usually begs for you to take off your panties and start first, says it amps him up even more, gets him to almost dancing on the line of being painful from how bricked up it gets him, seeing your little fingers spreading your lips, staring him down like you’re both in the wild and he’s your prey

- he starts rubbing the base of his cock in slow downward motions with his palm, teasing and willing himself to hold his breath and not implode

- once slick starts bubbling at the tip and you’re a squelching mess right across from him, he gives himself tight deliberate strokes, cock filled up enough to stay plastered to his stomach.

- gently shooshes you before slyly reaching forward with two of his fingers and scooping a generous puddle out of you to lube his strokes

- “always so wet, baby, that all for me? all for me to take and rub my cock with, ain’t that right sweetheart?”

- you can only clench down and spread out for him harder, whining gibberish mixed with his name. music to joel’s ears

- “always feel so good, babygirl, daddy almost can’t take it”

- his slick fingers sped up, occasionally whipping and slapping one of your open legs with the long length of it, devilishly smiling when you howl and mewl pathetically some more

- “good. good. that’s it. keep fingering that pretty fucking pussy, god you’re bein’ such a horny little thing for me today, aren’tcha?”

- vigorously nodding, you prod your fingers at an angle and squeeze helplessly around the needed penetration

- “yeah baby, you make that pussy cream for me. wanna see how messy you make it. mmm, you’re unreal baby, so unreal.”

- he marvels at the stunning picture, speeding up his strokes, wet and sloppy from your slick

- “you lick me clean, I lick you clean, got it?”

- “yes, daddy, wanna clean daddy up—“

- “that’s right, sugar. daddy can’t wait to drink you up, not gonna miss a drop.”

- his fist squeezed hard as he pumps himself, knuckles turning white as he harshly breathes out an exhausted, impatient exhale

- eyes not once leaving your leaky entrance or your swollen button

- “we’re cumming together, you hear me? you don’t stop fucking that pussy until it’s covered in my load, do you understand?

- “yes, yes, daddy I promise—“

- “mmhm. my good girl. fuck, atta girl. you’re perfect”

- his dick spasms right as you squeeze around both your fingers again for the very last time

- joel’s sigh of relief gets interrupted by his own long groan, calling you his good baby girl while he shot rope after rope of cum, thick and rippling down your puffy pussy

- you ride your high out, keeping your fingers stuffed deep while more juice begins to droop and leak

- joel can’t stop encouraging you along the way, nodding and licking his lips like a mad man getting his first fix

- you both caught your breath, smiling and panting like tired, horny, sated bunnies

- he immediately noticed just how much pure, unadulterated relief this release brings you, body slumping over and eyes already drooping shut

- snapping his fingers, he tilts your chin back to face him as his other hand smoothes up your drenched inner thighs, pads of his fingers pausing at your swollen, overstimulated clit

- “ah ah ah. don’t fall asleep on me yet, baby. what’d I say about cleanin’ each other up after, hm?”

- you don’t find the energy in pretending to disobey or argue with him, gifting him with another submissive ”yes daddy”

- joel just smiles sideways, pleased you’re still on your best princess behavior, keeping his lean legs spread for you to crawl in his lap and kitten lick his cock

- by the time that you’re done cleaning every spurt of cum that got milked out of him, he snatched both of your legs and drags you towards his face to clean you up just as good and thorough

- while you’re moaning from the raging spike in sensitivity, he makes you cum on his tongue again

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just a lil something (barely proofread) I did while I work on something longer>:) much love to everyone supporting me and being so kind and sweet. it never goes unnoticed <3

#joel miller fanfic #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller/reader #the last of us #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller/you

[barefoothighlander]

Hey hey heyy! First of all your writing is so good! Fr teach me.

Second of all I'd love some Graves smut, something to do with proper hate sex as in enemies to ??, maybe some violence with it. Other than that you can do what you want.

Ily<3

thank u babe, also super random but I just found out the actor for graves is also jeff in yellowjacket’s and now all I picture is graves sitting in his car jamming to papa roach

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, slight dub con, choking, fingering, orgasm denial, name calling, description of wounds, mention of blood, dom!graves, slight voyeurism, creampie, mention of alcohol, not proofread

Your skin is freezing, the rain soaking your clothes, mixing with the blood dripping from the wound on your arm as you struggle to stay up. Something about him was always off, it wasn’t often the 141 worked with outsiders but you needed to trust the Shadow company, you needed to trust Graves.

You followed his orders, seeking his protection when hostile got too close, he’d saved your life on more than one account during the mission but you always kept an eye on him.

Unfortunately your suspicions were right, he had betrayed the team on behalf of Shepard, and now you were lost in the streets of Mexico with too much blood lost.

You crept through alleys, calling through your comms to Soap and Ghost, trying to find a way out when the Shadows were lurking around every corner, gunshots ringing through your ears as you slam your body against a wall trying to stay out of sight.

The dark provided decent cover, allowing you to sneak through old shops and houses, trying to find materials to help you but the feeling of your body growing weaker did little to add to your success, having to brace yourself against tables and walls just to catch your breath.

Time was running out, you knew where Ghost was but you didn’t know how to get there, between the labyrinth of streets and the threat of the Shadows, they had you stuck with no where to go.

“You lost little bird?”

His cocky tone pierces your ears, you don’t have to turn around to know who the voice belongs to, your whole world crumbling in front of you as you look for an escape route.

“No where to run”

He moves closer towards you, caging your body between him and the wall as panic sets into your body. You turn your body and brave your arms, ready to fight but he grabs your wrists, pushing your body back against the wall and pinning you there, you wince at the action, the angle of your arm pinching your wound.

“Looks like somebody clipped your wings” He smirks, his tone is deep,

“Fuck off” You spit, writhing under his grip

“We could’ve been a team you know, there would’ve been a place for you in the company”

“And be forced to take orders from you? I’d rather die”

“Tsk, kinda seemed like you enjoyed taking orders from me”

You furrow your brows at his comment, one drunken mistake made weeks ago coming back to haunt you. You had gone out drinking with the team and he tagged along, a few too many shots and you wound up in his bed, panting under his touch.

“Get the fuck off me Graves”

“I love the way you say my name” His hands release yours, moving to your waist to turn your body, pinning your chest against the wall as you whimper in pain.

“Now I wanna hear you scream it” His voice is husky, laced with anger as his lips travel over your exposed skin, tracing your limbs. The warmth of him feels too good, your shivering body moulded against his chest as his fingers trace over the hem of your pants.

His hands snake under your shirt, kneading at your breasts as you let out a small sigh, the goosebumps on your skin depleting with every touch.

“Hate me all you want, I know what you need”

“Let me go”

“Ask nicely” He grins against your neck as his fingers pinch your nipples, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Fuck you”

He grinds his length against your backside, the firm press of him igniting your core as you curse yourself.

“If that’s what you want baby”

He moves a hand down your stomach, pushing back the hem of your pants to cup your sex, his fingers teasing over your panties as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“You’re soaked, knew you needed me, little slut”

His fingers pushed your panties to the side, teasing through your folds as he gathers your slick before pushing two digits inside you. Moaning from the contact he lets out a low chuckle, his warm breath ghosting over your ear as you bit your lip, trying to muffle your moans.

He pumps his fingers into you, his thumb settling on your clit to run circles over the bud, you struggle to brace your arms against the wall, your hips arching into him as you grind down onto his hand, chasing your high.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers”

Your teeth pierce your lip as you bite down, the taste of iron filling your mouth as the coil inside you burns, your mind a flurry of lust as your orgasm approaches.

He pumps his fingers harder, curving them to swipe across your sweet spot over and over, you throw you head back as the band inside you threatens to snap but as soon as you reach your peak he rips his hand from you. You’re breathless, panting as you stare back at him,

“Wha- no” You plead

“You wanna run? Go now” He steps back a few paces, giving you room to move, your skin is on fire, clenching around nothing as your high fades from your core, he wants you to beg. Your gaze shifts between the door and him, his dark eyes staring back at you, his hand glistening in the light, covered in your slick.

You don’t move, don’t say anything, your fingers toy with your belt buckle, undoing it and he smirks, closing the gap between you.

“Good choice”

His hand is firm on your back as he presses you against the wall again, his arm moving your grip around your waist, holding you up as your limbs become unsteady. He pulls your pants below your ass, giving him enough access to feel your weeping cunt, grinding his clothed length against it and feeling you shudder from the contact, the rough denim swiping against your core, sending shocks up your spine.

“Better stay quiet, unless you want the entire company to take turns”

His threats are empty but they still make your blood run cold, the noise of his own belt clattering as he presses his chest against you, running his tip through your folds. He smears your slick around your cunt, quiet sighs falling from your mouth as you feel how hard he is.

He leans back from you, lining himself up as his free hand finds purchase on the side of your face, pushing it against the cold wall, keeping you pinned. He bottoms out in a single thrust, forcing the air from your lungs as you gasp as the stretch, the arm on your waist moving so he can rest his fingers against your clit, keeping them still against the bud to tease you.

He pounds into you, forcing every inch of himself inside with every thrust as you moan, your mind a blur, the idea of anyone hearing long gone as his tip drags against your walls.

“That’s it, take it, take it all you fucking slut”

He grunts behind you, his balls slapping against your skin with every thrust, the sound of the rain outside the only thing keeping prying ears from knowing what was happening as you unravel under his touch.

The hand on your head moves to snake around your neck, the inside of his elbow settling under your chin as he pulls you against him, your back arching as he presses your spine to his chest. His cock hits deeper from this angle, your body exposed to him as his grunts fill your ears.

You reach for him but he grabs your wrist, a low growl leaving his chest when his thumb presses into the bullet wound in your arm, forcing a cry from you as you clench down on him.

“See what you made me do, didn’t have to run from me” He presses harder into the wound, droplets of blood cascading down your skin, smearing onto him as you sob around his cock.

“Fuck. You” You manage through gritted teeth, your hand finding it’s way to his head, tugging on his hair as he lets out a grunt, thrusting harder into you.

“You bite back, always liked that about you”

You open your mouth to speak but words escape you as he grips your wrist, pulling it towards your sex and forcing your fingers to toy with your clit.

“Show me how much you need to cum, how good my cock feels inside your little pussy”

You trace circles with your weak fingers, quiet whimpers from your lips boost his ego as the feeling of your fingers is nothing compared to his.

“Poor slut, you need me to do it?”

You give a tug to his hair, silent begs as your fingers continue to work lazy circles over the bud.

“Beg for it, beg me to make you cum”

“Eat shit”

“I guess only one of us gets to finish then”

He sobbed your body forward, your hands slow to catch you against the wall, his grips your waist with bruising fingers, digging into the flesh as he thrusts into you. Your knees are weak, your arms heavy against the wall as you struggle to stay up, you need more, more of him.

“Beg for it”

His thirsts push you further into the wall, your aching fingers scraping against the stone,

“Please” You whisper

“What’s that? Didn’t hear you”

Your body admits defeat before your mind does, pushing back against him so his tip prods at your cervix, forcing him deeper into you,

“Please”

“Please what? Use your words”

“Please, let me cum!” Tears prick your eyes, your orgasm building inside of you at an agonizing pace.

“Then soak my cock you fucking slut”

His fingers make contact with your clit, rubbing harsh circles over the bud as you cry out, your hips working in tandem with his thrusts to chase your high.

He leans over your frame, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear as his hand grips around your throat, his fingers squeezing against your pulse point.

“Cum for me, show me how much you need my cock” He whispers in your ears, the words shooting straight to your core, the fire inside your searing your skin as you cum with a sob, clenching down on him as he fucks you, keeping his harsh pace. His fingers stay on your clit, not letting you come down, he forces you to ride out your orgasm at his brutal pace, his skin smacking against yours as his cock stuffs you.

Your vision blurs, a mixture of blood loss and the overstimulation of him has you seeing stars, every sound drowned out except for his moans behind you.

“M’gonna fill this fucking pussy, send you back with a reminder of who you belong to”

Your tears stain your cheeks, your throat dry and unable to respond as his thrusts become sloppy, chasing his own high.

“You want that? Wanna walk around with my cum stuffed inside you, you fucking traitor bitch” He spits, his words ringing in your ears as he bottoms out, pressing his cock deep inside your walls as his spend floods them, filling you with the warm liquid.

Your body goes limp against the wall, his arms the only thing holding you up as he milks himself in your pussy, thrusting his softening cock to make sure it stays deep before pulling out.

He tucks himself back into his pants, his grip on your waist keeping you balanced as he helps you to lean on a table, kneeling to pull your own pants back up.

He scans the room, moving to grab a small cloth before tearing it, wrapping it around your wound to help stop the bleeding. You stare at him with hooded eyes, the toll on your body evident in the way you hunch over, arms braced to keep yourself steady.

“I meant it, there would’ve been a spot for you” His tone is sincere as you gaze at him, his hair sticking to his forehead in a mix of sweat and rain drops, he reaches around his vest, pulling out a small canteen of water and handing it to you, you take it, chugging its contents before gasping for a breath.

“I’d never betray my team”

“You already did”

His words shoot through your heart, it was true in a sense, even if he wasn’t the enemy the first time, it didn’t take away from the fact that you had just fucked him in a dirty old house while he was hunting you and your team.

“Go”

You furrow your brows at him, “What?”

“Leave before I change my mind, if I catch you again it won’t end as well”

You take a moment to scan his face, he’s being sincere, you stand quickly, trying to catch your balance before sparing him a final glance and rushing through the door back into the rain, glancing down streets to try and find a way out.

“Deadeye do you copy” Ghosts voice echoes through your comms, pulling you back to reality.

“I copy”

“Jesus Christ, where are you?” His voice is laced in panic

“Coming LT” The lights of the Church stare back at you through the heavy down pour, lighting your path as you make your way to your team.

#reqs💌 #philip graves #graves cod #graves smut #phillip graves #philip graves smut #philip graves x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw x reader #mw2022 #mwii #cod mwii #cod smut #graves call of duty #phillip graves smut #phillip graves x reader

[bubybubsters]

Mother Hens

a/n: yeah… new idea, there goes my WIPs. Sorry y’all! I make no promises of when they'll be out.

wc: 590 + 5

⚠️: not proof read, slightly suggestive

masterlist

*****

You groaned bending over as you pulled out the arrow in your back and side. Slapping a hand over your side you spewed a few billion curses as your wounds slowly, ever so slowly knitted back together. You were so lucky to be a cousin of Thesan’s mate. Only thing you hadn’t inherited were the wings, which you really wanted.

Gathering your strength, you pictured the training ring of the House of Wind. The light and shadows took longer then usual to gather around and winnow you to the House.

Or maybe your magic just didn’t want you to die.

So stupid, you chided yourself, there are fucking wards. But it was too late to save yourself as you plummeted from 50 meters above the training ring. Giving up you closed your eyes, willing your death to be quick and almost painless.

Your body jolted as it slammed into something hard and a yelp of pain escaped from your mouth.

“Easy, sweetheart.”

Rhysand gently landed before sprinting you to the living room where you saw Madja waiting in a very exasperated fashion. Azriel and Cassian swarmed you and Rhys and the last thing you saw was the old healer pinching the Illyrians and taking you in her arms.

*****

Rhys paced outside the door that lead to the sitting room as Azriel leaned against the wall and Cassian alternated between sitting and standing. You had been out for 8 hours and none of them had went on going anywhere and wouldn’t be going anywhere until you woke up. Or, apparently, Madja ordered the, to go somewhere.

Pointing to Cassian and Azriel she snapped orders, “you two go get her some food and water. High Lord go get her more bandages and a blanket. She should be waking soon but be gentle. The knife in her back hit her spine at a horrible angle and she’ll have a scar.”

Rhys sprinted off grabbing all the supplies needed and much more before winnowing back to find Cassian and Azriel loaded with a feast.

“We should have sent someone with her.”

“We never should have sent her.”

“I should have gone.”

All the males spoke at once as they voiced their thousands of concerns and regrets.

Fifteen minutes later the war hardened illyrian warriors were breaking down on the couch about how they’d failed you. (A very funny sight for anyone randomly walking in.)

As in Madja, who was coming to tell the males you had woken and were asking for them, they jumped up to follow the old healer almost trampling her in their rush.

As soon as your door opened, the males started with a rush of apologies and asking at least a billion times if you were alright.

"SHUT IT. I am fine, just a little shaken and it's not your fault. I was most qualified for the job and it was the right choice to send me."

Rhys and Azriel shared a look at their fierce little friends words and Cassian scooped you up.

"Of course sweetheart, we'll just regret it in silence." Rhys winked and they carried you out, past a very exasperated Madja.

"NO SEX. Rhysand I will kick your ass!"

Cassian smirked. "No promises!"

The males made their way to your room and carefully set you on the bed.

Rhys ran a bath while Azriel grabbed the feast they'd prepared while Cassian (lucky asshole as Rhys put it) stayed with you.

"Cauldren help me, do you idiots ever stop being overprotective?"

They smirked at her in unison and shook their heads.

*****

A/n: To that Anon that told me to stop thinking my writing is awful. thank you, I love you! But.....

taglist

@thelov3lybookworm @profound-imagination @stargirl1714

thank you!

#bubybubsters #acotar #fanfic #acowar #azriel x reader #azriel #rhysand x reader #cassian x reader #cassian #rhysand #yawn

[ghosts-post]

Creep Yan who has a huge fascination with death, preservation, and different killing methods, along with pain in general. If he’s not able to take the dead animal he found on the side of the road for whatever reason, he will at least stop to take a picture of it. Most likely from multiple different angles and then continue to come back every few days to weeks to watch the decomposition process until someone eventually cleans it up making sure to take pictures every time. Has a whole shoe box filled with external hard drives just filled with pictures of dead animals, blood, crime scene photos found online, among other things.

Creep Yan who spent months figuring out the fastest way to decompose a dead animal in order to preserve its bones. Eventually moves on from just bones to preserving the whole body as a wet specimen. Now has jars upon jars of dead animals on shelves in his room. Loves the different reactions he gets when a person somehow ends up in his room.

Creep Yan who will find people getting beaten up for one reason or another and not offer to help but instead give them money if they could take a picture of them or even contribute to their bruises and cuts since they are already fucked up anyway.

Would adore either a bully darling or masochist darling that would either beat up other people for him or be willing and even enjoy getting hurt by him. (Definitely a sadist himself) But honestly he’s not that picky and if his darling isn’t into hurting other people or themselves will still talk (manipulate) them into doing one of the two. Maybe even both.

Doesn’t mind when other people hurt him but definitely doesn’t get off to it like when he’s the one giving the pain. If you hurt yourself for him and let him touch it, take pictures of it, etc, he’s getting hard right then and there public be damned.

Begs and pleads with his darling to let him bite them and draw blood during sex. Just the taste of his darlings blood alone can get him off.

#yandere headcanons #yandere x y/n #yandere drabble #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere idea #yandere x reader #yandere #creep yandere #creep yan #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere hcs #Arin my oc

[messysketchyobeyme]

Whenever Lucifer had a particularly long day of work ahead of him, he tended to call you over to keep him company. He was usually too caught up in whatever paperwork he had to make any idle conversation with you, so, more often than not, you were left to your own devices.

Normally, you didn't mind. In fact, you liked how you were free of any obligations during this time. Chores? Dinner duty? Oh, Mammon can take over those duties for the time being, according to Lucifer. Now, you had to come, for Lucifer had a headache, and only the sight of your charming and charismatic smile could ease him of the relentless pain for one night.

Okay, perhaps you were being a tad hyperbolic, but the sentiment was there. Either way, being Lucifer's talking Tylenol was usually great! Until it wasn't. Normally, you spent your time mindlessly scrolling through random social media apps, but after seeing Simeon try for the twentieth time to post of picture of his meal on Devilgram (he managed to upload a blurry picture of Luke this time), your eyes just about glazed over.

You turned off your D.D.D. and put it away in your pocket. Lucifer called you over to quell his boredom, but who was supposed to help you out with how slowly time was currently moving?

Other than the sound of your pitiful sighing, the only noise that punctuated the air was the scrawl of his pen again the papers that littered his desk. Your chair was situated right next to Lucifer's, so you had a full view of him scribbling dillegently on each one of his documents.

His hand gripped that pen so tightly that it seemed like it was only one pascal away from snapping. It left small imprints in his black glove.

From your time in the Devildom, you had noticed that Lucifer constantly wore gloves. Whether he was in his RAD uniform, demon attire, or casual clothing, he constantly concealed his hands. You wondered why.

Was he hiding something? Eh, probably not. You had seen Lucifer gloveless a few times in other outfits of his, so you knew there was nothing about his hands that warranted covering them up, but you were curious all the same. You had never seen them up close before.

You grabbed Lucifer's free hand. Against your expectations, he didn't glower, nor did he react all that much. Instead, he repositioned himself, so you could bring his arm closer to you at a less awkward angle. Lucifer didn't even spare a single glimpse in your direction. He chose to pour all of his focus into the current report he was currently reading, instead.

One by one, you tugged each finger of Lucifer's glove off until you were left with a balled up piece of fabric in your hand. That did warrant a glance from him, but that moment was over before you could have blinked.

You haphazardly tossed the glove on his desk and took the time to admire Lucifer's hand. The red nail polish was a nice shade on him, but you didn't understand the point of Asmodeus painting his nails if he was going to hide them all of the time.

His skin was warm, which was, for some reason, comforting. He wasn't covering his hands up to keep warm, then. Despite how his hand was covered in tiny scars, it was soft. Really soft. You ran your fingers all across his skin, taking in every bump and imperfection you came across.

You flipped his hand over. Lucifer flexed his fingers, and the lines engrained on his palm stretched and shrunk. Absentmindedly, you traced his life line with a single index finger. You were as soft and as gentle as you could have been because you didn't want to disturb him from his work.

Lucifer jerked his hand out of your grasp, and rubbed his palm against the edge of the table. He was scowling, but it was directed at his desk instead of you.

"Oh, sorry," you said, "I didn't mean to distract you."

Lucifer shook his head. "No, you weren't distracting me. In fact, I find your touch to be quite..." For a brief, almost imperceptible moment, Lucifer faltered. "... comforting." He held his hand out toward you. "You may continue if you like."

You straightened up your back and grinned. "Thank you," you said. Without a moment of hesitation, you gently held Lucifer's hand.

You immediately refocused your attention to the palm of his hand. Small callouses decorated the area leading to his fingers, but other than that, it was soft and almost felt delicate, in a way. You bit the inside of your cheek.

You ran your fingers up and down the palm of his hand, until Lucifer snatched it away from you, again. The wrinkles in his forehead were much more prominent and his lips were tugged down into a deep frown

Glancing back and forth between Lucifer's sour expression and his, now gloveless, hand a lightbulb lit up somewhere deep inside your brain. You pressed your lips together to prevent yourself from snickering.

"Are you ticklish--"

"No," Lucifer answered. It was much too quick to be natural. His cheeks colored pink.

You laughed, which only made his grimace grow. "Alright, Lucifer, whatever you say," you said, pulling out your D.D.D. You were done teasing him for the night.

Lucifer scoffed and grabbed his glove to put back on. He mumbled something about something or someone being 'annoying' before going back to work. The tips of his ears were still a rosy pink, which you counted as a small victory.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #drabble #obey me mc

[sunny-day-dream]

Im not really good at asking but for a writing prompt how about unhinged possessive sun or moon going to town on the reader >/////<

Warnings: NSFW, AFAB!Reader, Slight cum inflation, Marking, Possessive Sun/Moon, Breeding kink

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Okay first off, be prepared to not be able to walk again for at least a few days- once they’re in this kind of mood, it’s all over.

🌗 Sun would have you wrapped tight in his arms and propped up in his lap, holding you firmly against his chest as he whined and shuddered as you were forced to take more and more of him- your own sounds (and as ashamed as he is to admit it later- the small pained gasp you let out when he finally sank inside you to the base- deeper than he’d ever managed before) arousing him to a point he’d never known.

🌗 He’d not even want to move at that point, just basking in how hot and tight and p e r f e c t you feel around him, like you were made just for him to enjoy and why shouldn’t that be the case right? You were perched here in his lap, your cunt stretching obscenely around his cock, your fucked dumb expression caused by his actions….it was all for him. You were all for him.

🌗 Eventually though, either because he couldn’t stop his hands from moving to kneed at your hips, or because you started pleading in such a sweet voice- he’d…move. And you very quickly find yourself flat on your back, his body bent over and smothering you as his hips grinded and snapped against your own smaller body, mouth snarling and almost snapping at air as he tried to process the hot, possessive feeling that ran through his frame.

🌗 If you could manage to focus on anything other than that for a moment, you’d see the possessive look flashing across his eyes, his tongue hanging free as he tried to bend and contort himself enough to kiss you- taste you- mark you- something. He just wanted his mouth on your body, but it was hard to do when he was so much bigger than you, and he found himself even more determined to bask in the feeling of your body pinned under his own.

🌗 And oh, when he finally managed to fill you up, hands holding your hips down and against his own as he came, he couldn’t think of a more pretty picture than your cum swollen navel. The hot wave of smug satisfaction he felt as he watched you breathlessly pant and gaze up at him with such a loving look would have him ready to go again in moments.

🌗 He just wanted everyone to know you belonged to him, and with the way Moon was snapping and snarling in his mind, his other half would be more than happy to help make that happen.

🌗 Moon would be much the same, pinning you down and growling as he snapped his hips against your own, but very differently from Sun-

🌗He’d be even more determined to mark you up- to know that anyone who so much as glanced at you after this, would know that you were his- and they’d better look away before he saw them looking at what’s his.

🌗 Unlike Sun, he’d actually manage to contort himself enough to bite at your shoulders and arms, using his rather sharp fingers to gently scrape and scratch at your hips and thighs- trying his best to cover you in any mark he possibly can.

🌗 And as he gazed over your shuddering, shaking form, he’d tilt your hips just so, angle his own just a little more- and watch the very pretty little ‘O’ your mouth made as he jammed himself oh so far inside you and came, tongue hanging limply from his mouth as he watched your eyes roll back in your head. (He’d spend hours petting at your swollen lower navel after this, whispering and humming and quietly hoping something would one day come of his and Suns efforts- stranger things have happened in the Pizzaplex after all.)

#fnaf security breach #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf x reader #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #daycare attendant x reader #smut #x reader #reader insert #ask #headcanon #fanfiction

[sensitivebellybutton]

A Guide to Navel Pleasure Part 3: Partner Play

Hiya!

It's all well and good making yourself bite your pillow playing with your own belly button, but what about the fateful day you find yourself about to indulge in a totally different person's navel?

FEAR NOT!

I have returned from the shadows to give you some ideas for how to make that special someone reach heaven through their belly button. Remember, this is all about COMMUNICATION and understanding. What's written here is largely subjective to my own belly button, so if something doesn't work don't worry! It's just as fun experimenting with belly buttons.

Firstly, you two need to get in the mood...

PART 1: LETS GET READY-READY

- If you plan on switching roles, make sure both of you are wearing appropriate belly button clothing. Otherwise, ensure your sub is dressed in something that fully exposes their tummy and belly button.

- Have a good, long discussion about your belly buttons and what works best in a solo environment. Do they have an innie or an outie? Do they enjoy a little bit of pain? Can they navelgasm? Are they comfortable with any other supplementary play (like nipples?).

- Have a photoshoot! Like I said in the last post, taking pictures of your belly button sets the mood in a uniquely sexy way. Get all their good angles, take close-ups, point out on the photos where you're going to ravish them...

Hot and bothered? Good. Grab a pen, it's doodling time <3.

PART 2: SPELLING BEE

I got inspired for this technique @buttonpics, and it's feels insanely good. You can do this one solo too, but doing it with a partner adds a whole other dimension, as you'll see.

- Lie your sub down, their belly button exposed and their knot ready.

- Now, softly plant the pen on their chest, letting them feel the cool point, and start to gently glide it down their tummy. When you reach their navel, skirt AROUND it slowly and go all the way to their waistline. Then, go back up, once again avoiding their belly button. You dont want them getting what they want right away, do you?

- Repeat the above step two or three times, or until you feel they're ready. The next time you reach their belly button, start to gently move the penpoint onto their navel rim and softly trace it, making sure to keep it firmly on the outside.

- As they more and more desperate, verbally begin counting down from 10. With each number, inch the pen a little deeper into their navel, still circling. By 1, let your pen dip onto their knot.

- Here's the fun bit: I want you to pick a couple of words in your head. It could be "belly button" or "navel" or "subby button" or whatever. Let your sub know that you have a word in your head, and they are to try and guess what you're spelling out.

- When drawing each letter, make sure you REALLY over-do it. For example, if writing the letter B, draw that first line up agonisingly slowly, then that first and second curve should be hitting as many folds on their knot as possible. Every letter should be exaggerated, making the navel-owner an absolute mess 😈.

- Give your sub little hints as you're writing, because it's quite hard to think straight when your sensitive belly button is being stimulated in such a way. Don't be too hard on them if they don't get it, this is all about making them feel as good as possible.

You can also do this same exercise with shapes, which has the bonus of you being able to colour it in when you're done (thinking about how that feels makes me 🤯)

PART 3: NAVELINGUS

The holy grail of belly button play, the thing that all owners of erogenous navels hope to experience one day, it's belly button licking. Done right, this can be probably the most incredible feeling. Therefore, it's important we get it right!

You may want to give it a good clean before diving in with your tongue, refer to Part 1 of this series for how to get them shuddering with a Q-tip. Also, make sure that your sub is either wearing a short enough top that it won't get in the way of your head, or no top at all. It's just an annoyance otherwise.

- Their whole stomach is your canvas. With your mouth you can lick, kiss, nibble, bite and suck. That's a lot of different sensations, so we're going to use all of them.

- Firstly, you're going to give their tummy as much gentle love as you can. Nibble adoringly up their sides, lick across their lower stomach, deeply kiss their middle while holding their hand, whatever feels right in the moment. Consider their navel a reward for sitting so still and being so good while you pleasured their belly, and only give it to them when they're ready.

- Once again, the rim is your first port of call. Start with a wide, flat tongue on their lower stomach and lick upwards, transitioning to a pointed, sharp tongue as you begin orbiting their navel. The immediate area around their belly button should be glistening with saliva. Another good move is to gently bite on their navel rim, your top teeth digging just a bit below the rim while your bottom teeth lightly graze their stomach.

- Your tongue isn't as precise as many of the tools you will have been used to using, so don't worry as much about targeting small folds and dimples. It also means you can't really tease their walls the same way you would with a pen or toothpick, so when you feel it's right to dip your tongue inside, feel free to do so.

- The motion that is right will be different for everyone, but for me personally up-down motions work a bit better than a swirling motion simply because it stimulates that central knot so much better. However, others may find that swirling motions are better because they're more sensitive around the edges of the knot, for example. This is your time to experiment with what your partner enjoys. If you hear panting, whimpering or any of the other tell-tales signs of pleasure, keep going.

- Suckling is a great one too. Softly absorbing their knot into your mouth lets you run your tongue around the underside of the knot, an area rarely explored and may get quite an explosive reaction. Slowly suckling for a while is also a great way to rest your tongue for a bit without letting up on the naveljob.

- It's possible that your partner will climax while you lick them. If they start telling you they're going to cum or you suspect they may be close, KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! No speeding up, no changing direction or technique, just keep it as it is. Keep licking through their orgasm too for maximum brownie points.

And that just about does it! I haven't got the most time in the world to write these so it's not as full of content as I may have liked, but I hope you enjoyed reading anyway! I'm considering combining all my current guides into a big google doc (plus loadss more) as one big belly button manual hehe, so stay tuned for that!

#sensitive belly button #bellybutton #navelplay #deep navel #sensitive navel

[l1tw1ck]

Whore of an Adeptus

Xiao would do anything to prevent Morax from seeing those pictures, even if it meant letting you fuck him silly

FTM!Xiao x Top!Male Reader

Blackmailing the Pretty Boys Series

Warnings: Xiao Consents But Doesn't Want To Do It, Objectification, Orgasm Denial, Corruption, Daddy Kink, Voyeurism, Sexual Coercion, Manipulation, Mating Press

Words: 1,111

"Xiao. I've got almond tofu!" You call out to him on the balcony of Wangshu Inn.

Xiao appears next to you and takes the almond tofu. "State your purpose." He demands.

"Look familiar?" You show him a picture of him masturbating. From the picture, it looked like it was his first time.

Xiao's eyes widen and he quickly snatches the picture out of your hand. He destroys it instantly.

"Oh no worries." You smile. "I've got copies." You pull out a copy of the picture.

"What do you want?" He asks, voice shaking.

"Let's talk in your room, yeah?"

Xiao grumbles and allows you to enter his room.

"So what do you want?" He asks again.

"I want your body." You reply. Xiao sighs in relief, if it was just something like that he could do it easily.

"What should I do? Fight? Lift?"

You laugh, making Xiao tense up again. "No, I mean I want to have sex with you."

His heart drops and his blood runs cold. "I...Re- refuse."

"Okay. Then I could just show Morax, or Zhongli, the picture. I bet he'd be pretty shocked to see that." You shrug.

Xiao's face flushes red, just the thought of it had him embarrassed. He could never let Morax see that picture.

"You don't want him to see it, do you?" You tilt your head.

"No! Please don't show him!" He shakes his head. He didn't even question how you knew his identity, he was mortified by the idea of being exposed to his master.

"Then strip and bend over." You command. Xiao immediately removes his clothes and crawls onto the bed and bends over for you, it's like he was made to take orders.

He'd do anything to prevent Morax from finding out, even if it meant stripping naked and letting you have your way with him. He values his approval and love over anything else.

His breath becomes uneven when he hears your belt drop to the floor. He knew he had to be strong though. He couldn't kill you so he had no other choice.

"You don't seem like you touch yourself often, am I right?" You rub two of your fingers against Xiao's pussy.

He shook his head, legs about to give in. "That...was my first time."

"Looked like it. But you enjoyed yourself anyway, huh? I also have footage of you coming on your fingers." Without warning, you shoved your fingers into his cunt.

"Ah!" Xiao yelps in surprise. You had pretty big fingers and he was scared to find out the thickness of your cock.

"Your first orgasm must've felt good." You angle your fingers in a way where you hit his g-spot.

"N-not the~ there~!" He moans.

"Feels good?" You smirk, hitting his sweet spot over and over.

"Mm~" He buries his head into his pillow, not wanting to answer. You move your other hand to his dicklit, teasing it.

"No~!" He arches his back, he was going crazy from the stimulation.

"Gonna cum?" You coo.

"Aah~!" His legs shake as squirts on your fingers. He struggles to regain his breath as you pull your fingers out of him. You were unbelievably hard after seeing that.

"Get ready." You warn, prodding your dick against his hole.

Xiao buries his head into the pillow once again, preparing for the pain. You hiss as you bottom out in him.

"I feel lucky. I'm the first one to fuck this pussy." You rub his ass, staying still and allowing him to get used to your size. "Maybe even the last."

Xiao whimpers, he wanted anything but to have you as his first time let alone last. He prayed you would get bored of him and get rid of the evidence.

You start moving at a fast pace, forcing Xiao to grip the sheets for some sort of stability.

He didn't want to admit it but Archons, it felt good. All his worries were slipping away, he was going dumb from your dick pounding into him like he's nothing but a sex doll. And maybe all he wanted to be was a sex doll, a dumb doll used only for your pleasure.

"I- I- Ooh~!" Xiao cries out as he feels his orgasm coming.

"Gonna cum again? I don't know if you deserve to, I haven't even cum yet." You slow your thrusts.

"No! No! (Name) Please!" Xiao begs.

"Call me daddy sweetheart." You pet his head.

"Daddy! Please let me cum!"

"You like being fucked by me?" You ask.

"Yes! I love it! Please keep fucking me!" Xiao nods desperately. You grin, going at a harder pace than before.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Xiao's eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels his orgasm come back. "Aah~!" He squirts again and his body becomes limp. That doesn't stop you from fucking him though.

"Fuck–" You groan, enjoying the way Xiao tightened around your dick. "Close-"

"Yes!" Xiao exclaims. "Cum in- inside me, daddy~! Turn m- me in- into yo- your fuck- fucking seh- sex doll~!"

You come instantly after hearing his words.

"You're just a little whore huh?"

"I'm a whore!" Xiao agrees.

"Want daddy to give you more?" You ask.

"Please!" Xiao nods. Forget what he said before, he definitely wanted you to be his last.

You smirk as you flip him over. You grab his legs and position him into a mating press. "I'll make you into a goddamn sex doll alright." You say before sliding into him again. You didn't even give him a second to adjust, you just started pounding into him with no remorse or concern for him. Just how he wanted it to be.

Xiao's fucked out face was a sight to behold, it only gave you more reason to destroy his cunt.

"More~! More~!" He starts drooling. "Aah~! Daddy~!"

Who knew Xiao would turn out to be such a slut. You were expecting him to fight back in some way but now he's just a bitch in heat. Your bitch in heat.

"So good~!" He bites his lip. "Ooh~ co- coming~!" He squirts over your shirt.

"Goddamn slut–" You grunt.

Xiao becomes unable to say a coherent word, just endless 'ah's and 'ooh's slip from his mouth as you fuck him to your release.

He was definitely overwhelmed from orgasming 3 times and being fucked through his second and third. Despite that he still wanted you to keep fucking him.

"About to– nngh-" You groan, unable to say anything else before you cum.

You try to pull out but Xiao traps you with his legs. He wanted more and hey, who were you to deny him?

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[makingspiritualityreal]

"Passangers", freedom from Guilt and the Spiritual Purpose of Mrigashira Nakshatra

"Passengers" is a 2016 film, starring two Mrigashira Nakshatra natives. Suffice it to say, this post will contain major spoilers for the plot of the film, so you should watch it first. My writing is more about exploring the meaning behind the events than the plot itself, which is relatively simple and involves a basic romantic theme of falling in love in outer space.

The motive of Mrigashira Nakshatra has many angles to explore, but in this text I would like to look at how important this Nakshatra, and Mars Nakshatras in general are in the context of the order of the zodiac wheel, with Moon coming before, and Rahu coming after.

To sum up the background events, that become the stage for all the action to happen. A spaceship is planned to be travelling for centuries over a very long distance to reach another habitable planet in a different galaxy. Everyone is hibernated on the ship, supposed to awaken shortly before arrival, looking forward to enjoying a blissful life on a virgin land, full of opportunity. However, the prospect of the idyllic future is disturbed, when the ship malfunctions, waking up one of the passengers mid-journey, sentencing him to a lone death.

The film goes through various plot twists and turns, exploring the theme of loneliness, desire to return to sleep, initial unwillingness to face the harsh reality, forbidden romance, as the desperate protagonist forcibly wakes up a female passenger to comfort him, unable to hold back his attraction to her despite feelings of guilt. Their relationship goes through a major crisis as the female Mrigashira native finds out her male counterpart essentially sentenced her to death to cope with his own desperate situation. But all of these squabbles lose their meaning in face of a real disaster - it turns out the whole ship has been malfunctioning since the beginning of the journey, and the whole operation is headed for collapse, endangering lives of thousands of people.

That piece of information becomes a turning point, not just for the process of saving lives of the whole ship, but a turning point for the protagonists' relationship that leads to forgiveness and absolution from guilt and loneliness. Because they now know, that the whole ship was in danger to begin with, and anyone who woke up before the planned arrival of the trip was in fact saving everybody else's life. Because they now know, that if it weren't for their sacrifice, everybody would have been lost. They now know, that their life and suffering had a purpose.

This brings us to the point of really understanding Mrigashira. The purpose of this Nakshatra is Moksha, spiritual liberation. Such Nakshatras always bring with them a theme of sacrifice, doing something difficult selflessly for the bigger picture, not for recognition but to right wrongs, that we might not even see repaired in our lifetime, instead offering them to future generations. Mrigashira is the only Mars ruled Nakshatra with such a mission. Even though all Mars Nakshatras like to take a stand and prove a point, Chitra does it for the purpose of Kama, social status and to win social games, Dhanishta for the purpose of Dharma, power, accomplishment and order, again with the goal of coming out on top. Mrigashira has an element of selflessness acquired through pain of loss and unbearable circumstances.

Outside of the context of the film, it teaches us how essential Mrigashira natives are for the survival of the human soul. In the previous Rohini stage, we are blissfully unaware and happy about it, as the Moon is barely developing its sensorium enough to feel and appreciate its surroundings. But Mrigashira points out to us, that something was wrong with the whole situation to begin with, and is willing to take a stand at the cost of its own life to change that. It brings to light major spiritual dysfunction in pre-existing, established systems, that would have otherwise led towards annihilation coming from unconsciousness. Mars Nakshatras call out the Moon Nakshatra stage on the fact, that while enjoyment within reason is acceptable, unconsciousness never is, and coming from Rohini to Mrigashira, it has deadly consequences for the soul.

However, awakening into consciousness and breaking down one's own selfish, attention grabbing tactics from the Moon stage is painful, something the ego struggles to let go of, initially, and something your environment definitely doesn't support, as you're the awakening one amongst the sleeping. As a result, one might feel like there is something wrong with them for being forced to upset the status quo...but in time, life reveals a plan larger than one's own life, that leads to progress and freedom for humanity. Life reveals truth, the serpent in the garden of Eden, that was poisoning the events from behind the scenes all along.

Rahu Nakshatras only have the power to invent, create and move humanity forward because Mars Nakshatras stood up for something first. Ardra can only preach its truths, because Mrigashira stood up for that truth and opened the Pandora's box of these truths.

Mrigashira teaches us, that it's not ok, spiritually, to be unconscious. It teaches us that it's better to know the truth even if noone believes you, than to spend your life asleep, unaware of the evil lurking in the shadows. It teaches us that there is no such thing as perfection and life of value if it hasn't been earned, fought for and won. It teaches us that all things worth having need to be purified first, because now you know you can preserve these precious things even in face of opposition, so your enjoyment is well deserved. If you are a Mrigashira native, and you don't suffer from any afflictions to this Nakshatra, remember, most of the time if you feel something is wrong, you're right, and there is a larger purpose behind it. You're cleaning up a bigger mess than you know.

#astrology #vedic astrology #jyotish #mars #vedic astro observations #vedic astro notes