there's something so fun about getting commission orders and then seeing your friend's art as one of the reference images. like AH I SEE, YOU ARE A PERSON OF FINE TASTE
a/n: a little something i've been working on for a while now too long imo because it just won't write itself for some reason but i'm feeling inspired so hoping to finish it sometime this week. have this little bit for now 🥂
The words have yet to be spoken, but Silco's already decided that you're his, there's no question about it. So when he catches someone trying to speak to you downstairs at the Last Drop, he thinks it's in his (and your) best interest to remind you of who you belong to.
(nsfw)
He lowers himself onto you, bracketing you in between his forearms and caging you underneath the full weight of his upper body. The small puffs of air he breathes out against your shoulder warm your skin, panting like an animal in heat.
He threads nimble fingers into your hair, turning your head to the side so that your heavy lidded gaze is set upon the glass window that allows the artificial lights of the Undercity to spill into the room.
Silco dips his head further, his mouth pressed hot against your ear, and you can feel the faint reverberating of his chest on your back when he begins to speak again.
“I thought I’d made my intentions rather clear the first time I took you, pet. Right here in this very office, in fact,” he whispers, voice low and coated with that rich, velvet tone to mask the sharpness of his words as he ruts into you, barely pulling his hips away more than a few inches.
“Perhaps even the second time, when I bent you over the bar counter after hours and lapped at you until you were a writhing mess? Surely by the third, when we made love beneath the glow of the sea in the ruins of the cannery.”
He declares every word into existence with so much fervor, like he’s remembering the most minute details about each of your encounters together, right at this moment.
You try to stifle a small whine as your cheek rubs against the smooth surface, back and forth in tandem with the rhythm of his thrusts. Insides coiling when he bites at the soft flesh of your earlobe to hold your attention, and he speaks his next words through gritted teeth.
“But it seems I’ll have to spell things out for you after all. No matter, I certainly don’t mind.”
I've been enjoying the streams of a Twitch streamer called Poggy who I first found on Tiktok. She goes by Pogpals online.
She's playing Tears of the Kingdom right now but prior to its release she was trying to blast through Breath of the Wild. This was just a really silly moment from one of the streams that made me laugh. Poggy couldn't get over the idea that this lady was uselessly sweeping the sand. I never thought about it until not TBH xD
It was fun to draw!
https://linktr.ee/FluffyXai For all my sites!
This pic was released early on Patreon and Ko-fi.
Se non ti cerco
non vuol dire che non ti penso.
Ti penso più ora
di quando potevo parlare con te.
Se non ti scrivo,
non vuol dire che non ti ho dentro
Scrivo più di prima e scrivo solo per te.
Il mio silenzio rispetta il tuo silenzio,
ma il mio silenzio urla dentro di me.