#wanted to just go feral with the textured brushes

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i am Thinking about nine and his hair, how his relationship with it and autonomy, and with caring for himself through it--and lack of such--are so much of a direct response to the type of abuse he went through from sandor, and to escaping from it, and how it is a near perfect foil to five's relationship with his hair and augh AUGH chews on a table it's so interesting and i could write so much about it, i really really wish they had kept NL!nine for that alone

#lorien legacies #LL number nine #LL number five #like honestly if everything else about what they did with nine's character and arc hadn't been Like That #him wearing his hair in a ponytail after the war while keeping it long would have been SUCH a wonderful character moment #an understated symbol of how far he's come #way before his imprisonment he wasn't just keeping his hair long to spite sandor because it was one of the few outlets for control he had #he wasn't taking /care/ of it #he talks about it being a 'tangled thatch' he couldn't get a brush through #(which like there sure is some Loaded Language there depending on his hair type lol 🙃 but given that i'm p sure he's meant to be white) #(and is not mentioned to have kinky/curly hair i'm assuming they probably intended it to be a texture where not being able to get a brush #through it is not a Good Thing) #having it in a ponytail at the end indicates that he's keeping it long and also /taking care of it./ making his body a place to Live In #it's not one of the ways in which he's shown to self-harm to get some measure of control and autonomy back from sandor anymore #and i could go on for So Long about how rey forcing five to have long matted uncut poorly cared for hair that feels miserable #and five rejecting both him and his control by Shaving All of It Off /and/ doing so for his own comfort #and because it expresses his presentation in a way that he likes; are foils to this #but ahhh AHHHHH it drives me FERAL i want to explore it so much from nine's end and i wish the writers had done it themselves #NL!nine #LL tag #dyn: lost boys #dyn: i was always the better liar #abuse cw #self-harm cw

[essentiallyleaf]

day 03. wall sex. with. winter.

1113 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, dom(?) reader, sub girlfriend winter, making out, daddy kink, wall sex, lift and carry, standing doggy, semi-public sex, a smidge of size kink, barely edited, actually about as long as i expected this time.

notes.

honestly, not that much to say. oh right, i don’t actually know if a wall sex kink/fetish actually exists, which is perhaps not a minor concern for a kinktober piece. so if it really does, let me know, and if it doesn't, help me make it a thing and specifically winto’s thing. solidly, leaf.

You step between her legs, hanging slightly parted off the counter as she sits on it. She’s still staring at the window to her left, so you caress her cheek and redirect her chin towards you, trying to fish something out of the sea blue colored contacts Winter wears on her eyes. You love that color on her. You kiss her lips softly, they’re slightly wet. Your mouths detach as you bring a second hand between her jaw and her neck.

The only thing that comes off your hook is lust.

So you kiss your girlfriend again, this time longer and deeper; you feel her tongue brush your lips, so you retaliate with yours. It starts as a little game, taking turns exploring each other’s mouths, but the longer it goes, the longer you feel her trying to take more space past your entrance, so you let her in.

That’s how it is with her: she only needs to ask. “Can we go to the animal shelter tomorrow?”; “Can I read manga with you while we’re on the train?”; “Can you get me that cute black one piece over there?” (That’s when you bought her the dress she’s wearing right now. And it’s not cute. On her, combined with that messy bun and those fishnets, it looks fucking filthy). Then, the magic word. They always taught you it was “Please”, but really, it’s what comes after: “Daddy?”

That’s why when she grabs the collar of your leather jacket to pull you towards her, when she wraps her arms and legs around you like she needs you, like she’s a koala that needs to make sure it won’t fall from its tree while sleeping, you give in. Because there’s no one else that can grant Winter’s wishes like you do, just like there’s no one else that needs you as much as Winter does.

Which takes on an extremely carnal meaning as you lift her from the counter and turn around, your hands on her ass and your forearms supporting her thighs. She’s so tiny and light, you don’t need all that support, but you want to feel her every inch of her body on yours.

You wander through a couple rooms, looking for a bedroom in the enormous maze-like mansion. Given the handicap of having Winter kiss you the whole way through and of barely being able to keep your eyes open because of that, it’s a miracle that you don’t slam into a doorframe or trip on a carpet in the process. Then, her impatience takes over.

“Let’s do it here”

You look around the room, puzzled. It looks like some kind of library, though at least one third of the shelves of the old-fashioned white carved bookcases is almost empty. “Where?”

Your girlfriend stretches her arm towards the wall behind her, palming it as if trying to get a grasp of its texture.

“Isn’t this good enough,” she knows she can’t get it so easily, but she also knows the most direct shortcut, “Daddy?”

She doesn’t need an answer. She needs you to slam her into the wall, pull her little slutty black one piece up to her waist and her thin, almost see through black panties to the side, rip those fishnets apart and fuck her. As you find out, she also doesn’t need any foreplay, her slit and crotch already wet just from the prolonged make-out session, which finally comes to end as you switch from her mouth to the junction of her neck and shoulder.

You kiss, lick, and suck the same spot over and over for several minutes as you pump into her with feral instinct, her hand now gripping your hair tightly; she even pulls on it a little - it hurts, but that’s not your biggest priority right now. You need to mark Winter as yours, she’s your girlfriend, your (this exact moment, a little less) soft, sweet fluffball, she’s your tiny fuckdoll. And as such you shall use her.

Thrust upwards into her like that’s what she was built for, like there’s nothing stopping you. Meanwhile, the only thing stopping her is the wall behind her, which feels cold on her nape and asscheeks, stark contrast with her boiling hot clavicle and pussy.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy”

It’s not a request this time. It’s a factual statement. She orgasms silently, so overwhelmed by the bursts of pleasure flowing from her pussy to her brain to what feels like every inch of her body, that she simply goes limp. Fortunately, you and the wall are there to hold her.

It takes her a good couple minutes to even be able to feel the world around her, past the overpowering signals coming from her own body. That’s enough for you to ask her:

“Now, I’m gonna need you to hold onto that wall, just for a little bit longer, okay? Can you do that for Daddy?”

You wouldn’t be able to tell from her still dazed face, but as she lowers her legs and tries her very best to stand up, you know Winter understood perfectly, and this is her “Yes, daddy”.

She looks so precious as you hold her hips up and help her turn around, her palms on the wall, fingers tensing like she’s trying to find something to grip onto. So precious that you just wrap your arms all around her waist as you split her tight slit open for a second time and start shoving yourself in and out of her repeatedly.

You know you can’t last long, so you try to get your girlfriend to a second high, though you don’t know if she can even feel much given her state. You turn her head to the side to kiss her again and you reach towards one of her little boobs and start groping her, first through, then inside her daddy’s girl dress.

It’s when your other hand presses upon her clit that she completely loses it. She lets out a sequence of animalistic guttural moans you never heard from her, and watery liquid starts gushing on your cock and out of her pussy while her walls clench rhythmically. The combined pressure of the two triggers your own orgasm, as you deposit buckets of white honey into her womb until she can’t take any more and semen drips out of her pussy and onto the floor.

You hold Winter tightly, almost squeezing her against the wall as her knees threaten to give up completely; you kiss her temple repeatedly as she pants heavily.

“How are we gonna go back downstairs for the party?”

“You can carry me for a while! Please, daddy?”

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footnotes.

wow i think i actually wrote different characters this time. this one was a little crammed, but i’m pretty satisfied with the end result. it feels like i’m slowly finding out which things i like writing more and which less and more generally about my identity as a writer. i’m still a sprout, but i think i’m learning a lot. sorry if i bored you and you’re now asleep and somehow still reading. do let me know how to do that! dreamily, leaf.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #girl group smut #idol smut #female idol smut #male reader #male reader insert #male reader smut #idol x reader #idol x male reader #aespa #winter #kim minjeong #aespa smut #winter smut #kim minjeong smut #aespa winter smut

[hugemilkshake]

May I ask for the reactions of Powdered Basil, Bubbling Oil, and Shimmering Onion being caressed by Y/N Cookie? Like Y/N just loves to hug them, play with their hair (I’d imagine the textures of each would feel unnatural yet soothing), and holding their faces.

Pretty much Y/N dang near babying the patrons because they’re all soo cute cool

Enjoy the Milkshake! I added the two other patrons because I revealed them bc I was impatient

Patron affection

-romantic leaning, but can be read as the platonic-

Scorched Garlic

Big old dad vibes.

He probably doesn’t mind you too much

Just don’t bother him while he’s working

Man runs ligit the whole kingdom

Now Scorched Garlic is probably not the best to hug, I mean he can give decent hugs but he definitely smells like burnt garlic

His hair feels a bit tangled but overall it’s pretty normal hair.

But don’t touch his face. He’s sleepy. He might fall asleep

But do be prepared for dad jokes, puns and anything in between.

He has jokes for days

Grilled Tomato

Grilled Tomato might throw hands if you try to hug her

Girly pop is a fighter

You will have to get her trust first

Bubbling Oil will definitely help you if you ask

But once you get past those wall she might let you hug her

Might

If you hug her, she becomes like a personal heater. Girly is quite warm

Ma might break your back though from hugging you to hard

Now she will break your arm if you try to touch her hair OR hat

But her face? Go for it.

If you trace your thumb over her scar she will actually be calm for once

It’s kinda scary how calm she is

Shimmering Onion

Shimmering Onion is very VERY dense so you can get away with hugs, playing with his hair or holding his face

Like so dense that you could be walking through town with him while playing with his tail.

Dude won’t notice anyone looking at him.

Now Shimmering Onion is cooler than the others so if it’s a hot day, he’s the guy you want to be around

He also smells like onions and lavender so you will have to get over that

His hair also is weird

It’s cold and it is wavy

Like it moves type of wavy

But dudes chill.

Bubbling Oil

Bubbling Oil is the easiest patron to get along with

You want a hug? Well your in luck!

Bubbling Oil gives the best hugs

And if your lucky enough she might wrap the two of you in her scarf

Now her hair.

Her hair is funky

It feels liquidy but also not really???

it’s an off putting feeling

But other than that very soft

10/10 best girl

Powdered Basil

Powdered Basil is a very giving person so you can snag a hug from him

But he is very stiff

Not comfortable

Powdered Basil will let you hold his face but he will be very awkward about it

Now his hair.

It’s braided for a reason

That reason being he doesn’t like brushing his hair

So play with his braid. He won’t bite

Bonus!

Wild Basil (corrupted powdered basil)

Wild Basil will bite

I’m sorry but he is ligit a feral dog

If you manage to get this man under control

He will lay on you.

He gets really greedy for any attention, wether that be negative or positive attention

So he will kinda crush you.

But even if you do get this dude under control, you shouldn’t really be near him.

He is deranged

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #crk oc #crk ocs

[cocomeow]

Update after 1 month of Coco being here

I didn't expect her to be this cuddly? When she's not tired she's mostly still not seeking out cuddles, but if she is, then she's immediately coming up for snuggles and ENJOYS them a lot. Lays sometimes on my chest/neck/almost face, to the point I can barely breathe. Often meows at me before laying on me, too.

Besides that, she's still the sweetest independent princess. Even when wanting to be alone she's staying near one, but just wants her personal space. Didn't expect that too of her tbh cause she always fled from her littermates and mom, but she's kinda clingy with all of us.

Did I ever mention she sits on me when I sleep sideways? Apparently my shoulders are very comfy.

Grooms herself so loudly that she is always waking me up.

Has a bad attention span and can't focus on a toy for more than 2 minutes, especially on her own. Playing with her works mostly better but not always. Only if the toy is new.

Dislikes most soft textures? She doesn't acknowledge her own little bed, blankets (she likes to get them put on her, but she always prevents having to walk on any), pillows, anything cuddly tbh, but loves cardboard and other rough textures.

Doesn't really seek out warm places!? Often prefers cold areas. I'm confused about that cause they're originally desert animals and I always knew cats that love it as warm as possible?

Got used to living here cause she's seeking out a few more sleeping places than the bed only, she's getting comfy at more locations.

Plays hide and seek & tag T_T it's the most adorable thing I've ever witnessed in my life.

Her agility improved soo much, she's so extremely fast and more confident when climbing.

Started chewing on cables, oh boy... She doesn't scratch any furniture or walls, but she's still obsessed and goes haywire (ha) with anything stringy. At least I got to do cable management bc of her.

When I try to distract her to not chew on cables, she'd rather chew on the cables than play. No distraction ever works, so they have to be hidden.

She also doesnt't (want) to listen, the vet said that clicker training would work, well? we tried it out and it's just not... working. She knows she's going to get a treat after listening to "no", so she does stuff she isn't supposed to, listens shortly, until she gets a treat and then repeats the process a few times. But she's also a cat, so I am not surprised she's not immediately supposed to know everything. She doesn't ever do anything maliciously, as she doesnt get aggressive, so I'm unsure whether she's very clever or actually possesses only 3 braincells and is forgetful.

Speaking of never getting aggressive, she never once hissed yet. The worst she tried was a gentle nibble, but usually she flees stressful situations.

Most stressful situations for her so far have been my noisy relatives, and the telephone ringing. She got used to the vacuum cleaner really fast.

Food is everything for her and she tries everything possible to get it. Meows like crazy when she wanna get treats, too.

Giving her deworming pills was more than easy cause they got hidden under food and she just... devoured it.

Once she went to her toilet, then she heard that we prepared food for her, RAN towards the noise as if a lion was chasing her and left a poop in the way... she didn't finish going to toilet bc of utter excitement, just did it while running lmao. Sounds worse than it is tbh, was pretty cute to see her THAT excited (besides the cleaning up part ofc)

Clipping her nails works really good when she's tired, I read to give cats treat rewards for each nail so they know it's positive. For her it doesn't work, she gets feral after a treat and afterwards it's not possible to clip them cause she's so hyper and immediately awake after getting something to eat. So everytime I need to brush her or clip her nails, it's not needed to give her a treat. She's fine with almost everything the moment she's tired.

Very very curious, has to discover EVERYTHING. What is extra cute is, that she likes when people clean here, change sheets, etc... She always sits beside and watches.

Often scream-meows when leaving her alone, sometimes even when it's only for a few minutes. Poor baby waits at the door and meows and meows. ;_; If she realizes it takes a bit more to come back, she goes back to sleeping.

Once one scary moment happened, it sounded like someone got shot outside and we all just panicked a little. Coco seemed to notice, as she went person to person, purred, and afterwards laid on her back, showing off her stomach. She is truly sweet, I really think she tried to calm us.

Gave her save plants to eat and she absolutely destroyed them. She only tried a little bit to eat them, but she plucked like 70% of the leaves and played with them instead.

Also already reacts to catnip? I thought kittens usually don't, but she does. She just rolls around on her back then lol.

Conclusion:

she's a kitten, ofc I expected her to be a bit stressful, but every moment has been 100% worth it so far and I can't adore her more cause all good moments outdo anything negative 🤍

#my cat #cats #cats of tumblr #cat #kitten #baby cat #coco #pictures #diary #british shorthair #cute

[shameboree]

hey kels i was scrolling through my dash and then i caught a glimpse of your new fallon drawing and i want you to know that i went absolutely buckwild and then i scrolled further to see the whole drawing and i'm pretty sure i squealed. kels ever since ive started following you and your art and fallon have slowly nestled yourself inside my brain its amazing how excited i get whenever u upload a new drawing. also ive noticed that i'm slowly but surely starting to sound more and more unhinged and wild like you. how the fuck do you have so much influence on me. 

ALSO i love the new fallon drawing!! you are so right blue gold and white are just her colours they fit her v well!! and i love how much texture you used throughout the whole drawing and her shoes are AWESOME!! also love the whole winter fairy-ish vibe <3

ALSO i was wondering if you could like sort of,, idk explain your drawing process on this drawing? like if you did the colouring first or the lineart and stuff bc i just love how it turned out and id love to try something similar!!

AW!!! i am so hype for my awful girl to be Enjoyed so much!! she is my favorite dressup doll i love to play barbies with her most of all heheh. also i am THRILLED that my Unhinged and Unwell nature have rubbed off on u. i know i am a Strong personality and it makes me V POLARIZING (i am either LOVED or LOATHED i havent met many ppl who are just like meh abt me. i am an Experience) and its always a DELIGHT when someone finds my feral animal traits endearing or positive and kind of picks up on them. i think because life is short that we should all be as bananas as we please at any point in time. PURE ID HERE BABY

AND TY TY!! my girl has a strong aesthetic and this piece kind of went a liiiiittle against some of that (its a lot of hard angles vs i normally give her a lot of ovals and rounded edges) but for the setting its appropriate bc im trying to give her a bit more of a """"harsh"""" or """"severe"""" vibe (like as harsh and severe as she can possibly look which isnt very). i LOVE to use texture brushes they are such an easy way to get out of drawing details myself because i am SO lazy!!

okay i “”answered”” this i GUESS technically because i typed words in response but its a whole lot of jack shit so like. here ya go. SORRY PAL. 

here are some more shoes as u can see i basically draw her in the same ones always except when i draw her in a plugsuit

OKAY THE DRAW IN QUESTION i kind of cheated on bc i literally just traced over one of my older draws i did for a very obscure au i made of who made me a princess (i am always doing such ridiculously niche shit i love to sit in my little sandbox and have no one else understand my barbie rps) BUT the process is the same as basically every draw i do like this. it is very simple so dont worry (or do, maybe)

i use 1-3 layers at a time and then immediately merge when i feel like im done and LIVE W MY MISTAKES if not!! anyway prepare to be massively underwhelmed heh

this is so funny i cant believe i literally traced my own drawing im a fuckin FRAUD im the laziest bitch i know. anyway. my sketches are way messier than this but it always starts out either scratch ass lines or color blocking w this bright ass magenta bc thats what feels right!!!!!!

HERES THE LAYERS I USED LOL i do all textures n shit as a clipping mask so actually i used 4 layers for this bc id set down one texture or pattern that was gonna overlap on a diff layer so i wouldnt have to work harder to erase and then BLINDLY MERGED to make things more difficult if actually i fucked up before that!!! work smarter not harder except when it is absolutely braindead to do otherwise is my motto

IF IM DOIN SMTH NICER like this then i usually make sure all my lines connect (this is also why i do a lot of angles and simple clear shapes when i draw) so i can set that layer as reference and USE THE FUCKING FILL TOOL BAYBEEEEE!!!!! this also makes it easier to fuck around with COLOR imho bc you can just rapidly swatch with zero efforts. i Love to take shortcuts. i Love to be lazy. i HIGHLY rec this, if i have colored smth that stays in the lines then its bc i connected the lineart and used the bucket fill underneath. if my lines dont connect sometimes ill make a temp line and erase after i filled. im dedicated. ALSO u can see here that my patterns layer is all overlapping and fucked up bc i didnt check and erase fully but i use p limited palettes in general so... IT DIDNT MATTER THIS TIME!!!!!!!!. 

anyway after all that i lock the lineart layer if i havent already and color some of the lines for some PIZAZZ. easy way to immediately fake effort i do love to do that

HERES AN ACTUALLY MESSY SKETCH:

 i do all of my fucking draws on the same canvas bc im a horrible little beast, so the only reason i didnt erase the sketch and use it for the colors layer was bc there were others on that layer already and i didnt wanna scoot them so i could cap the finished draw. i did NOT connect my lines for this one i colored like a toddler. who gives a shit we all die in the end anyway!!! 

YOU DIDNT ASK FOR THIS BUT LINELESS MY LOVE... i just color blocked for this one alas i do not have process caps, i will do that next time i draw i guess if anyone wants that!!? i typically only use a single layer for lineless- block out the shape, alpha lock, then color and carve from there. EASY PEASY!! ive shown it before but i spent all my formative draw years on v limited feature programs (mspaint, oekaki, TEGAKI MOST OF ALL) so i dont explore tools much and do what seems easiest and most intuitive to me... im sorry i dont have any sick tricks or real process i am but a feral little clown drawing in the DIRT. also here is the tegaki overlay i use whenever i am Blocked or fatigued w procreate layout. it makes me feel NOSTALGIC and INSPIRED so i do this instead of like, actually getting on tegs2

this ended up long as fuck and FOR WHAT?? its just 10 images and several paragraphs of “sorry im the laziest fucker ALIVE”

#idk what to say here every time i type anything i thnk it makes me seem just completely detached from reality #its not untrue i GUESS. im Unwell but in a stable SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED THERAPY AND HAVING FUN WITH IT kind of way #kels talks #damn sorry anon this was a whole lot of not answering you at all

[slugbugda]

Catch and Seek

(Cw for softvore, open-ended vore/implied safe vore, and same-size vore. This story will also feature vore between the characters Moomintroll and Snufkin, who’ll probably be ooc. Also feral Snufkin.)

A/n: I’m not exactly proud of this, but I've been reading a lot of vore prompts lately and it sparked my inspiration to write. I’m open to criticism, but before you judge me please remember that I haven’t sat down to write anything in months. Anyways, have this throws yet another vore fic at you

Wordcount: 2k+

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“Hurry up and explain yourself, or I just found lunch” Snufkin tapped his foot on the ground, arms crossed as he looked down at the blanket that lay just below him, said blanket being tucked into a misshapen ball. Whoever, or whatever, was going through his tent had tumbled, rather clumsily, into it, now hiding itself beneath it. He didn’t even get a good look at whatever it was, though he’d assumed it was a small animal. They got in rather often, much to the traveller’s annoyance.

“Come on.” He could’ve been more nice about it, sure. But nobody would be particularly keen with someone else going through their stuff, now would they? Plus, he hadn’t gotten the chance to eat all day. He could justify wanting a good, live lunch, at least as long as his conscience could handle it.

After a few more seconds of waiting, he was still met with silence. Crouching down, Snufkin took the chance to take in the scent of the animal, only for it to be masked by the smoky smell of the blanket. He didn’t have that good of a nose, anyways.

Hesitantly, he took hold of the blanket, fingers digging into the scratchy, felt fabric. “Won’t talk, huh?” He pulled the fabric back, only to be batted in the face with a paw. It was a large one, too. Grabbing onto it, he pushed the weight of the animal down, pinning them to the floor. It’d been surprising, really, seeing how they were much larger than expected. Maybe he just wasn’t thinking logically, as he took in the smell of rich coffee and homemade pancakes. Felt the texture of soft fur between his fingers, the sight of it a pale white. Wide, almost alarmed blue eyes looked into his.

“Moomintroll?” Snufkin pulled away, wiping a line of drool from his lips. Drool that dripped onto Moomintroll’s face. “My apologies! I didn’t mean to scare you.” He looked away from Moomintroll, instead opting to make awkward eye contact with the ground. Embarrassed enough to not question why Moomintroll had been in his tent in the first place.

His stomach, still insistent on getting a meal, let out a low, loud gurgle.

Moomintroll wiped the bit of drool between his eyes with his paws. Taking a moment to stare at it, the saliva was warm and thick. Sticky, too. He looked back up at Snufkin. Even if the other was looking away from him, Moomintroll took notice of how he’d buried his face in his hands, shaking his head all the while. Only a few seconds ago he’d looked so different. Different than any side of his best friend he's ever seen before. Not sad, but not composed either. With teeth bared and his pupils dilated, staring back down at Moomintroll as though he was his prey. His right wrist ached from being gripped as tightly as it was.

“That was..” Moomintroll felt his words drawl once Snufkin turned back to face him. “That was so cool!”

“What?”

Moomintroll looked back down at his wrist, rubbing the sore skin. “You were like a wild animal! A bear!” Upon hearing that, Snufkin awkwardly scooted back over to Moomintroll, gently taking hold of his friend's arm to inspect the sore wrist. “I didn’t mean to scare you, really.” At the worst, he’d come out of this with a bruised wrist.

“It’s ok. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” Moomintroll mused, pulling his wrist back. “Oh! But can I ask you something?” His head peaked up.

Snufkin paused as he grabbed his hat off the floor of the tent. “Depends on the question.” He then brushed his bangs to the side of his face, promptly putting his hat back on. “What is it?”

“If I was somebody else, what would’ve you done?”

‘Why such a morbid question?’. Snufkin raised his brow at the other, trying his best to stay composed. Moomintroll was sitting far too close for comfort, the two of them sitting right across from one another. Face to face. “I guess I would’ve eaten them.” Surely he could be honest with Moomintroll, they were best friends after all.

“Eaten? Like one of those forest beasts who swallow men whole?” Moomintroll giggled, unable to take it completely seriously. Maybe he just didn’t want to take Snufkin as someone who could be violent, no, that’s not the right word– aggressive? Savage? As though he was one of those beasts.

What he hadn’t expected was Snufkin nodding.

“You’re being silly! Nobody your height could ever open their mouth that big!”

Snufkin laughed, still a bit embarrassed. “I couldn’t properly digest anything bigger than a hare. Anything larger than that will give me a stomach ache sooner or later.”

Curious, Moomintroll promptly slipped his hand into his friend's mouth, prying it open. Even as Snufkin tried to pull his head back he still took a moment to gawk at his open jaw, taking note of how it could seamlessly dislocate before right back into place. Like the jaws of a snake.

Snapping his mouth shut, Snufkin could only murmur out, “Please don’t do that.” The brunette rubbed his cheek, before gulping back more saliva. He winced as his stomach let out another pained groan.

Taking notice of the sudden noise, Moomintroll remarked “Still hungry? Maybe we could play a game!” He then got up, taking Snufkin by the hand and unzipping the zipper to the tent, taking a moment to unjam it. “That is, if you're up for it.”

“A game? Sorry, but I’d rather eat lunch first.”

“That’s the fun part!” Moomintroll let go of Snufkin's hand, a childish grin on his face. “You can’t digest me, Right?” Snufkin nodded, unsure of where this was going.  ..Which means you can safely eat me.”

Snufkin shook his head. “No, no, wait. What if you get hurt? I’m not eating you!”

“Oh come on~!” Moomintroll mused. “We can make it into a game! Like tag!”

With that, Moomintroll took a moment to give Snufkin a wink, before bolting from the tent, stumbling as his feet hit the grass. It’d only taken a few seconds for Snufkin to follow. Only to catch him caught off guard when Snufkin suddenly stopped pursuing him, instead running for the bridge, blocking it. Surprised, Moomintroll instead turned for the woods, feeling his pace quicken despite the twigs that littered the ground poking at him as he ran by.

He soon found himself off and away from the trail. He’d known this all was a game, and one that he had proposed no less. He trusted that he wouldn’t get hurt, and yet adrenaline ran through his veins as he weaved through the trees, his direction seemingly aimless. Low-hanging branches brushed through his fur as he passed them, occasionally hitting his snout.

From behind him Snufkin matched his pace, but seemed to slowly be getting closer, inching towards him as they both ran. His boots, heavy as they were, made little to no sound as he pursued the other. Instead, they seemed to glide across the grass, barely even touching the ground.

‘Umph!” Tumbling into a clearing, Moomintroll squirmed as the sudden weight on his back climbed on top of him, flipping him over. “No fair!”

Snufkin let out a playful laugh, loosening his grip on Moomintrolls arms. His hat had fallen off during the duration of the chase, leaving his already wild hair ruffled. It stuck up in all directions, loose strands framing his face. “You never said that I couldn’t just pounce on you.” As if on cue, his stomach let out another growl, perking up Moomintrolls ears. “About that..” He could feel Moomintroll quiver from under him.

“It’s ok! You won, and you’ll let me out eventually, right?”

Snufkin nodded at the remark, before shoving Moomintrolls paws into his mouth, his teeth hungrily gnawing on them. “Hey! That tickles!” The troll laughed, not taking much mind to his hands being in the mouth of his best friend. Thick globs of saliva already covered his arms from the elbow down, slicking back his fur. With his mouth too full to respond, Snufkin instead ran his tongue across the others arms as he took them in, eating faster than he normally would with live prey. While he tried to be gentle, he couldn’t help himself but to eat quickly. He’d never tried to eat something nearly as big as a Moomin before, nor had he ever tasted anything quite like it. The flavour simply melted on his tongue, savoury if not sweet.

Gulping thickly, he held the back of Moomintrolls head as to position it straight forward, slowly taking in his snout. He’d always found this part the hardest, and would choke if he wasn’t careful. Still, he impatiently gulped down the other, soon making it to, and then past, his shoulders. Although awkward, he’d also found himself shifting his position so that his stomach would lay between his legs, all while trying not to hurt Moomintroll– luckily for him, though, he didn’t struggle much.

As he continued down, he soon felt that ever-so-familiar weight drop into his stomach, with just Moomintroll’s head alone nicely rounding it out. He couldn’t help but flinch when he felt his ribcage get elbowed from the inside, making him sputter.

Moomintroll held his breath. Squirming as Snufkin took his torso in, still gnawing on whatever his teeth could get a hold of. It didn’t hurt, at least for him.

He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of Snufkin actually biting down on his prey.

Slurping up Moomintroll’s legs, Snufkin felt a line of drool trickle down his chin as he brought his friend's knees into his mouth. By now his tunic had started to ride up his enlarged belly, which laid on the grass. Only the calves are left, you can do this. Shaking away his thoughts, he finally made it where only Moomintroll’s feet were left, making quick work of swallowing the rest of him down as he closed his mouth once more.

Moomintroll wiped saliva from his eyes, finally opening them only to be met with a blinding darkness. He took a moment to untangle his limbs and curl into a ball. Around him, there was a thick wall of squishy muscle. While breathable, the air was hot and humid, dank with the smell of meat. From above, he could hear hitches in Snufkin's breathing with every movement, along with the occasional hiccups and small burps.

“Excuse me..” He patted his stomach, feeling the skin of it to be stretched and taught. It’d only been now when he’d realised how embarrassing it would be to be seen, even if they were much too far into the forest for anyone in the valley to find them– at least by accident. Eventually, he caught his breath. “Moomintroll? Is everything ok in there?”

“Mhm! It’s actually nice in here, almost like I'm in a sleeping bag.” Moomintroll let out a yawn, laying his head into the soft muscle. He could feel everything around him shake with each breath, along with hearing the faint sounds of a heartbeat.

“Promise you tell me if you want out?”

“Mhm!”

Satisfied with that answer, Snufkin let his head lie down on top of his belly, now full. The two of them let the next few minutes pass in a comfortable silence, before Moomintroll felt the stomach walls start to vibrate around him. From outside he could hear the soft purrs of his friend, the sound a rumbling echo; a ricochet of noise and warmth. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how cat-like The Snufkin was, even for being the most ‘human’ in the valley. That, and a man-eating “monster”-- but he wasn’t really all that scary, at least not like this.

Closing his eyes, Moomintroll allowed himself to doze off, both he and Snufkin now content.

Explanations can wait for later, Moomintroll decided. we’ll nap first.

#soft vore #safe vore #open ended vore #vore story #vore fic #fluffy vore #fandom vore #mlm vore #same size vore #v/ore #extreme cuddling #i need to go touch grass

[your-local-uwu-artist]

okay so i got another video essay idea BUT I SWEAR T H I S TIME i think ill manage to complete the script (yes thats what i say everyt ime fnsdjkafl) anyway

if youd like to hear more its under the cut (kirby related btw uwu)

warning its all very ramble-y

setting the bar low and keeping the tone more so to just discussing something i like so i dont get to ambitious with the analysis

so a while back i read this awesome poggers fanfic called "being a knight is easy (and so is pretending to be one) by @/azzie-tangerine

its REALLY GOOD

and ive already had plans for a potential series discussing completed novel length fanfics so it could be snazzy!!

most notably though sense its written work thatll help me to not go crazy ambitous with the anaylsis: i ussually just have SO many thoughts that its hard to write down, so im hoping that covering a written work instead of something with a visual element, will help my thoughts to be more manageable sense like, i dont have as many of those entire essays over itty bitty details stuck in my head sense i dont have as much of a grasp on the itty bitty details of the written word

like bassically, because im less savy with written work my brain wont go so absolutely primal artist instinct mode feral lmaofnsdjkalfhdsk

anyway, ill want to go over all the art and fanart the author has done and recieved and maaaaybe if i gain the confidence see if i could talk to/interview the author?? (i had the confidence to compliment them on anon but that was it nfdskja )

gsoh this post is so un structured

uuhhhh heres a link to the fic

Being a Knight is Easy! (So is Pretending to Be One) - Chapter 1 - Azzie_Tangerine - Kirby (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

if you read it: it would be super helpful to me if you could maybe lmk your thoughts and takeaways on it? or wanna talk about it with me more

its nice to have other peoples thoughts to bounce off of when writing a review/video essay/anaylsysis/random guy on the internet goes feral over kirby characters having emotions video

so anywayyy snfskjdfk ummm if anybody would have any video edting software recs that would be GREAT too~ (as well as its nice to know who would be willing to proof read my scripts)

okie so

currently i guess my "to do list" for starting up this idea is to reread the fic wile writing notes along the way: and joting down comments and quotes

during that ill also work on organzing my thoughts into topics/categories

i dont want to worry to much about structure, art, and the such until i have more work to show

anyhow! while im chaotically chatting i might as well kirby animation update too!!!

im having a hard time deciding where to start with the lines: at first i was gonna do a non anti-aliasing basic brush so itd be easy to color but i really wanted a bit more texture so im currently trying to get all the backgrounds lineart with that: in which ill than go along with the character animation and color whenever its most convenient too~

and sense i can heres another wip!

a bit of a pause on this piece: ima try to find some lineless scenery speedpaints to give me more of an idea of how to go about with this

#kyuchat

[diaryofalamb]

It’s been about a week and a handful of days since the surgery. I’m somewhat getting the hang of the size capacity of my stomach and understanding the feelings of when I drank too much and when I can drink just a bit more. It does bother me though, that because I’m only drinking/“eating” liquids, it messes with my teeth. Like I can feel the powder of my melting vitamins get stuck on them or the thickness of the protein shakes that cling. I brush my teeth three times a day and i hate it cause the nonexistent gap between my two front teeth is slowly getting bigger and it does not look cute on me. Plus it bugs when I suck my lips or whatever and it gets stuck against the gap.

It also sucks majorly cause I get thirsty a lot but I can’t drink water whenever I want because that’s why I’ve been throwing up. So like a feral creature I hold water in my mouth until it gets hydrated again and then spit the water back in my bottle cause it’s good drinking water and we don’t waste around the house. I really miss the textures though, the crunchy lettuce, crispy bread, juicy tomatoes, chewy chicken, moist fall apart steak. And along with the textures I miss the complex tastes, how they build on top of each other and explode. All the liquids I’ve had are either monotone (chocolate protein shakes, cherry zero sugar drink enhancer, fruit juice popsicles, chicken broth, etc) and it gets so boring. Drinking water is more fun than drinking those cause at least the water tastes different depending on whose house i drink at.

I can feel my mind slowly trying to talk myself into following my aunts footsteps, cause when she had the surgery, it was roughly one month after the surgery that she was eating enchiladas, churros, hamburgers, fruit, etc. and I really just want an in and out burger with animal style fries. Or a burrito from free birds, with sour cream and bell peppers and chicken and beans and all the goodness. I want to try and stick with it though, to follow the surgeons instructions and take it easy. My mom is treating food as taboo though. That’s definitely not helping. My brothers went to get food and they started eating it in the kitchen and my mom told me to go on a walk with her. They didn’t eat dinner while I was downstairs so I excused myself to bed early and i can smell the food they’re making 😂 I understand they don’t wanna make it hard for me or like tempt me but I’m okay with other people eating. In fact, I don’t think of food as much when it’s not treated like a big deal. When it’s some sort of taboo, shameful, forbidden thing then i can’t stop thinking about it and look up videos of mukbangs to watch other people eat. It makes me feel that whole “I’m missing out, i can totally eat food just small bites” instead of the “My body needs to heal, I am going to be kinder to my body and what I need to feel better. Food will always be here and I can bond with others in other ways.”

#food #bariatricsurgery #weight loss #rant

[bangochefm]

Sesame Seed-Crusted Tuna Steak, Baked Potato, Chai Karak

We start out with a simple baked potato. Wash the skin and dry it out with a paper towel. I usually let the potato sit in water for a few minutes to loosen any dirt, rinse, lightly hit it with a vegetable brush, then rinse again. Cover that in Peanut Oil, then get Jiggy with Maldon salt flakes. All the while, heat an oven to 425 degrees Fahrenheit (218 Celsius). Let that cook for one hour.

While that was going, wanted to try some Karak Chai. I doubled the recipe seen in the Youtube video so used an entire can of evaporated milk along with doubling all ingredients. Came out pretty nice, bit "rougher" than the Chai my Western tea was accustomed to. Definitely should add more sugar to this. Forgot to double on the cloves and I find I need more ginger and probably more cardamom for more "Pop." It is still good, but has a "smokier" taste if you use recipe as-is. Still, highly recommend this. The technique of letting it froth, then returning to heat continuously seems to work wonders. But, after I cook this, the pan usually has high amounts of tea charred to the bottom that will require some effort to remove with a pan-safe abrasive cleaner; I suggest Bon-Ami or a similar powder cleanser. Don't be a feral person using Comet or Ajax on your cookware!

As for tuna steak... these come frozen, so set them in a bowl of water in the fridge to thaw. Tossed onto cutting board, hit with Rosemary Salt, black pepper, then coated in mixed-colored sesame seeds before dropping into a hot cast-iron skillet. Suggest NOT coating the sides with sesame seeds, since you can see how quickly the outside of fish is cooking. You want it to have the center mostly uncoooked, so you can monitor how quickly this is working via eyeball. But, definitely use your eyes. Do not listen to recipes that suggest anything like 1-2 minutes. This will effectively cook the entire fish. We don't want that. About 15-30 second per flat should suffice.

After these steaks cook, suggest cutting "with" the grain, otherwise, the fibers seem to want to fray apart like fish-brisket. I use a pastry brush to lighly dab some ponzu sauce on cutting board. I also create a miso-infused mayonnaise to act as dipping sauce.

No recipe for that. Just grab 1-2 Tbsp of miso to a bowl. Add enough rice vinegar and stir it so it breaks down into a saucey texture. Then add some regular white mayonnaise to taste. It will be light and acid, but if you want it richer, add more miso to your liking.

When potato is finished cooking do NOT use a knife to split it. Use a fork. Puncture it lengthwise, then cross-wise, then you can press the edges and have it burst like a beautiful starch balloon. I add butter to get that melted, the add sharp cheese so I can melt it with the carryover heat. Be sure you shred your cheese fresh, because why not? Also, put the cheese block in the freezer to harden, so it will not melt and get sticky as quickly against the grater.

I then add sour cream. People get fixated on adding chives, but you can use things like green onion or even parsley for green garnish to swim in amongst the massive GOOBS of sour cream you will want to drop in the middle of this.

When we eat, we can dip the steak into the miso-may, or even add some extra rosemary salt to dip it in, if the ponzu is not enough. The potatoes are salty enough from the external Maldon Salt bath you should have given them, but feel free to add more salt or rosemary salt directly into the middle of the potato, because why not?

#cooking #potatoes #tuna steaks #sour cream #miso #mayonnaise

[matchadoobles]

Painting based on a cockatiel pic I found :D

#random #animals #birds #cockatiel #my art #artists on tumblr #digital #wanted to just go feral with the textured brushes #finally on vacations

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Head empty- thinking about fishnet sex now. I have to imagine he’d go feral for a garter around the thigh too no?

He’d go insane.

He’d be in the middle of slowly dragging her dress up her opened legs, placing wet kisses along her silky inner thighs as he does so, when his lips suddenly brush against something rough and textured that definitely isn’t her skin. He draws back for a moment, disoriented and confused, and upon further inspection finds that the obstacle blocking him from descending further up her leg is actually a frilly lace garter. It’s made of ruffled black fabric strewn with glitter, and has cherry red rhinestones sewn along the rim, which glint under the dim lighting of the singular lamp on his nightstand. It’s clutching her thigh snugly, complimenting its plushness and complexion as it sits decoratively halfway up her limb, as if the band had been waiting patiently for the moment he would take notice of its existence.

Harry’s brain glitches for a beat, his vision washing in different shades of red as he processes the image before him. He seems to lose control of the impulse that keeps his mouth sealed, considering his response voices itself without his permission, weighing in as a breathy whimper. “Fucking hell.”

Y/N’s smug tone carries down from above, accompanied by a jesting tug delivered to the curls at the crown of his head. “Having fun playing iSpy?”

Harry slightly angles his head up to look at her from beneath his lashes, his pupils dilated larger than usual as his tongue swipes forward over his bottom lip, as if to collect his words in order to form an adequate sentence. “Is this for me?”

Y/N twirls a few of his shiny ringlets around her index finger for a second, proceeding to then drag her thumb down one of his sharp cheekbones and across the peaks of his Cupid’s bow, admiring the smoothness of his flushed skin. The way she’s gazing down at him, with a sultry glimmer in her half-lidded eyes as she digs her front teeth into her lush lower lip, sends a pang of electricity racing through the pit of his stomach. She looks so fucking hot perched on his bed amidst rumpled sheets, leaning back on one palm casually as the other cups his jaw almost teasingly, her legs spread around his shoulders with her dress bunched around her hips, exposing the matching black lace panties that barely cover the area he so desperately wants to get to.

Even when Harry is on his knees, he usually always feels in control, considering he’s the one pleasuring the other person, tuning and plucking strings as he deems fit. But right now, with Y/N suspended above him with a firm grip on his chin and her heels digging into his upper back, he feels like his signature dominance is very much up for debate. And, truth be told, he’s only slightly ashamed to say he likes it.

Y/N clears her throat softly, shrugging one shoulder nonchalantly as she tilts her head to the side knowingly, her painted mount quirking into a crooked smirk as the sleeve of her dress rides down to expose her bare skin, which seems to glow under the warm ambiance of the room. The confidence that emanates off her in thick waves makes the fabric around his crotch tighten significantly. “I mean, last time I checked my schedule, you’re the only person I’m set on fucking tonight, so the answer is pretty self-explanatory. I might have to check my calendar again, though, just to make sure. I know how much you value credible sources.”

Harry takes a deep inhale, letting it out slowly as he bends down and drags his nose just underneath the cusp of the garter, following along its length until he reaches the inside of her thigh. Then, he retraces the trail backwards, but with his moistened lips instead. The breath that catches in Y/N’s throat and the shiver that simultaneously runs down her spine is only half the reward he needs. The other half will come directly from her mouth.

Despite the fact that he adores her fiery attitude and the clever banter she so readily provides, right now, he just needs her to be sincere and honest towards her reply to his curiosity. He needs the implied praise and underlying affection that comes from her admitting she’d worn it just to impress him. That she’d worn it because she knew he’d fancy it, and because she wanted to satisfy him, and because she likes him enough to take his preferences into consideration. He doesn’t know why, but he fucking needs to hear it from her, word for word. He just does.

“Y/N,” his accent comes out as a measured whisper, as if he’s using every last ounce of self-control to make his vocal cords function, “just answer the question.”

Y/N traces across the steep slope of his nose with the tip of her nail, pushing his blocky glasses up the bridge playfully as her lashes flutter from the feathery sensation of his mouth moving against such a sensitive region on her body. She instinctively opens her legs wider to let him in if he so wishes, and she can feel him print a cheeky grin against her leg as he accepts her unspoken request and shifts a bit closer to her core. The tip of his cold nose momentarily bumps her clothed clit as a result of his movement, and the watery gasp she releases is so pitiful, she wishes she could swallow it back up and disappear.

The action sends her senses into a frenzy, causing her to bury her fingers back into his hair for the sake of having something to grip onto, as a physical tether to her bearings. Her voice cracks as she speaks. “Harry, I—”

“Just answer the question.” He repeats with more insistence, his tone still as smooth and collected as before. She’s always envied the sheer amount of willpower he possesses; it’s like he can turn his emotions on and off at command, all while making an utter disaster of her own. “Is this for me, yes or no?”

“Yes.” She chokes out, and the effortless arrogance she’d been sporting prior begins to crumble to ashes; a consequence of his warm breath fanning over the dampening area spanning the middle of her underwear. Her answer comes out more strained and needy with every passing second. “Yes, it’s for you, H. I wore it for you.”

Harry hums appreciatively as she finally forks over what he’s been craving all along, and the thrumming sound gradually molds into a low, condescending chuckle that makes her abdomen twist into a tight knot. He’s gotten the upper hand again, just as he intended.

He slowly coasts the pad of his middle finger up the back of her calf and onto the front of her knee, walking it— along with his forefinger— across the top of her thigh, stopping at the garter and wedging both digits below the elastic band, pulling the flimsy material from her body to bring emphasis to it. His taunting touches are quickly dismantling her composure, and the manner in which he’s skimming his teeth along the seam of her panties isn’t helping any. “So this pretty little piece is all mine, then? You sat on your bed and took the time to tie it around your thigh, just so you could come crawl into mine and have me compliment it while I bury my face between your legs and make you cry my name.”

Y/N doesn’t know if his statement is supposed to be rhetorical or not, but the expectant glance he gives her through the reflective lens of his bifocals is enough to pull a numb nod from her fidgeting frame. That seems to be enough for him to continue, at least for now.

Harry pulls the garter higher off her leg for more significance, the jade around his pupils sparking with snarky amusement. “You put this on just so I’d tell you how fucking hot it looks while I grip your hips and help you bounce on my cock, one of my hands tangling under it and gripping your thigh to guide you against my lap, all while I moan against your throat and tell you how fucking good you feel taking every inch of me so fucking deep. You slid it below your dress so I could leave my teeth bruised all around it, and so I could watch the cute little rhinestones twinkle under the light while I mount your legs onto my shoulders and fuck you into the bed over and over until you’re begging me to give you a break. Is that right? Is that why wore it, just for me?”

Y/N swallows heavily, her chest beginning to heave the more bothered she becomes. “I…I wore it because— well, because I wanted to— I did it so—”

A cruel, boyish snicker escapes Harry’s throat as he watches her fumble for a coherent explanation, and his ridiculing only makes the task more difficult, evident in how her voice tapers off as she feels her cheeks begin to boil in humiliation. Harry softens his features into a dramatically sympathetic expression, pouting at her childishly as he sweetens his accent into a sarcastic drawl. “What’s wrong, baby? Can’t take it?”

The young woman clears her throat roughly, attempting to appear as steely as possible, though it’s painfully obvious that he can see right through her facade. And in all honesty, it’s hard— it’s hard to compete with Harry’s natural poise and skillful wit. Especially when he’s left her feeling so utterly exposed.

“Not so confident now, are you?” He jeers, stretching an arm up from his place between her legs to grasp her chin with just enough strength to stun her. He holds her face still, squishing her heated cheeks in a patronizing manner, just to toy with her. “Where’s all that arrogance gone, hm? Where’s all the back-talk and disrespectful little digs?”

He then pitches his cadence higher to mimic her own, imitating her stuttering from earlier in a degrading fashion that makes her tummy bubble in a way it really shouldn’t. “I— I wore it be-because I wanted to— I did it s-so— I wore it because— I— I— I—” He scoffs at her expense, shaking his head conceitedly as he taps her nose fondly, getting off on cornering her. “Poor thing forgot how to speak, which is so fucking ironic considering you never seem to get tired of doing so.”

“Fuck off.” Y/N spits out, and she’s embarrassed to say that’s the best comeback she can muster at the moment, given the whiplash she’s undergone. He just knows how to push every single one of her buttons perfectly, and it’s both infuriating and exhilarating at the same time.

“Mm.” Harry simply simpers up at her without even the slightest bit of contempt behind his demeanor, but for some unknown reason, that makes the atmosphere of the room all the more eerie, as if a silent threat is floating in the air between them, waiting to be fulfilled. It’s almost like he can read her mind, because all of the sudden, Harry releases the garter he’d been withholding with his forefinger, allowing it to snap back onto her skin with a loud smack.

Y/N lets out a startled yelp, a throbbing pain stinging across her thigh as a result of the force that had erupted from the elastic band. One of her hands immediately flies to massage the wounded mark, rubbing over the welt starting to form across the smooth surface. Her brows knit together angrily at his antics, and she shoots him a petty glare as he quirks his own eyebrows daringly. “What the fuck, Harry?”

“I thought you liked a bit of pain. Said so yourself.” He states in an apathetic tone, sitting back on his heels to observe her carefully. “Don’t pretend you didn’t.”

Y/N purposefully ignores his assumption, particularly because it’s entirely accurate. She just refuses to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. “I didn’t.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He counters one last time, calmly pushing himself up off his knees to tower above her, rolling out his shoulders as he looks down at her over the crests of his defined cheekbones, a cocky flare interwoven throughout his behavior. “Wanna know how I can tell?”

Y/N narrows her eyes at him seethingly as she puts on a sardonic act, shackling her desires as she watches him reach for his belt to begin unbuckling it. “Please enlighten me.”

Harry tugs at the leather cord in even, leisurely motions, loosening it with no apparent hurry to get the article off his body. His attitude reflects the same type of indifference as his actions. “People tend to avoid eye contact when they lie; it helps stave off guilt, and keeps scrutinizing witnesses from divulging the truth through a fracture in their expression. ‘The eyes are the windows to the soul’ and what have you.”

“Okay? What’s that got to do with me?” Y/N grumbles, ogling at his large hands as they finish unclasping his belt.

“Good question!” Harry chirps theatrically, grabbing the zipper of his slacks and yanking it down in one sharp gesture, the sound ripping through the still room like a bullet. He folds the flaps of his trousers over, revealing the waistband of his black briefs, as well as the chiseled dips of his pelvis, which vanish temptingly below the fabric of his underwear. He gifts her an easy smile, as if he's completely unaware of the impact his indecent exposure has on her sanity, and she hates that she can’t find it in herself to deny his remark. “You haven’t looked me in the eye once since I said it.”

She stares at him bitterly from her spot on the bed. “Eat shit.”

“Get on your back.”

Her eyes widen at his abrupt boldness, appalled by his random demand. Who the fuck does he think he is, mocking and degrading her only to then boss her around, implying that she fold under his whims? He’s lost the fucking plot if he thinks she’ll actually cave. “Excuse me?”

Harry juts his chin towards the unkempt duvet, as if to point out exactly where it is she needs to oblige. “Get on your back.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” She bites spitefully, fighting the urge to smack him across his stupid smug face.

“I just did.” Harry retaliates, the edges of his lips twitching with evil delight. He then ducks down until his mouth is level with the shell of her ear, his breath hot as it cascades across it, his energy shifting into a darker, more dominant one that leaves her mind spinning in drunken circles. He props both of his palms on either sides of her trembling body, bracketing her against the mattress in order to establish a certain degree of influence over her stubborn drive.

When he speaks, it’s in the form of a low murmur, as if what he’s about to say is for her interpretation only. The words he grits out, alongside his authoritative mood, sends an aroused quiver down into the marrow of her very bones. “And you and I both you fucking loved it. So I’m gonna repeat myself once more, and it’ll be the last time I do so: shut your mouth, and get on your fucking back. Now.”

#anthropologyrry

[astrohnova]

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The new lingerie set you’d bought made you feel savage. You knew it was something that your followers would enjoy. You decided to appear soft and delicate today, a good girl. So you turned your camera on, and while you were waiting for your payers to come in, you were sucking a lollipop endearingly, to gradually rile up the people watching you.

The candles you had lit along with the perfume you had spread in the room, with the soft music sounding in the background set the ambient, and your hand was gloved sending goosebumps through every part of skin you caressed. You were just fueling every sense, aislating yourself from the real world. You put the lollipop down and laided your back onto the headboard of your bed, with the computer at your feet, your clothed pussy in the first plane for your followers to admire and the clothed hand making it’s way there.

You’ve bought this glove recently, it was a sex toy. Made of black latex and a different head on each of your fingers, along with different textures that would let you see the stars. You even put a vibrator inside the middle one, just touching the point of your middle finger. Every head was different and enticing. And the vibrations between your thighs, so close to you sensible cunt left you gasping. Your lips and eyes stand out from the mask that you had on your face, sensual and with the same color as your underwear.

You looked straight to the camera when you grazed the vibrator contained by the latex over your pussy, while you gasped and then moaned, laying your head back. You could hear the sound of subscriptions coming in, and you suggestively moaned before pulling your panties to the side with your uncovered hand and brushing the vibrator on your clit, whining lightly. Then you put one of your fingers inside of you, and moaned directly to the camera, while you rubbed soft circles on your clit with your thumb, your belly contracting gently, your nipples hardening.

You took your finger off and brought it to your lips. And before you kept the show going, you said “Thank you for the gift, I’m enjoying myself so much. I hope you get off too”. You inserted two fingers in your pussy and moaned out loud.

📷

He was watching you going down the street, completely mesmerized. Just like the other men and women seeing you. He was smoking, but the smoke got into his eyes, for not being careful; his whole attention was on you. He threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

“Que hermosa, mamita.” A cute man complimented you, and you smiled and winked.

“Gracias mi amor. So pretty yourself.” You complemented and left him with his mouth open. But compliments were responded to, and he was a beautiful man.

You were walking with so much confidence and all eyes were naturally attracted to your presence, in that dress that hugged you perfectly, in those heels that took you some time to accustom to but now you walked like on a runway. And those striking stockings that you were wearing. You really were feeling yourself, that’s what a good night of orgasms and money gets you, really. You had earned so much, just had a few video requests that you had to fulfill and this month's cuota would be filled. And with this new job you had landed, things were starting to get off for you and your family

He was about to kill all the tigers that were stomping in your way, looking at you the way he did. Thinking the same things that he did, incited by that fucking dress, that gracefullness of your soul, and the barm coat that flew with the wind as you ate the wole street up. He was meeting you on this old cozy bar, after seeing that video of you yesterday he was riled up and just needed to be inside your warm pussy this cold afternoon, maybe with the coffee that you were gonna drink while you argued still stained on your mouth, that he was going to pry from your willing mouth as you gasped against him, with your mixed spit going down your chin from the sloppy kisses that he loves, and your breathy whines that had him rubbing his crotch against your stomach. And he couldn’t wait to see if you were wearing the lingerie that he had bought you, with that color that highlighted your skin undertone and got his dick leaking precum. Last night you were glorious, and today you were a walking goddess.

“Hola, imbécil.”

“Now that’s not very nice, especially after all the money I gave you last night.”

“Mhhm. Others gave me more, papito.”

“That so?”

“It is.”

“I got something more that they can’t give you. And you’re driving me feral, walking like that towards me, flirting with other guys. I thought I made it clear that you were mine.”

“And I thought I made it clear that I was my own. Especially after last night, did you see me get myself off that hard? And after the video endend I got so fucking happy, so fucking horny with all the comments, the views, the pictures that I got that I went to sleep humping my pillow.”

“Pictures?”

“Oh yes, I got so many pictures of so many pretty cocks daddy”

“You were thinking of other cocks, slut?” He questioned, grabbing you by your arm and putting you against a wall as you laughed.

“Not only thinking, papi, I found this hot guy that was just drooling for me, and he made me drool for him so much. The sheets were so messy that I had to change them after he left.” He gripped your throat harder, just growling furiously.

“Fucking bitch, I’m gonna stuff my cock so deep than your throat to make you regret everything you just said.”

“But daddy, I haven’t told you the best part yet!” You bite your lip, seeing his predatory eyes that wanted to devour you entirely. And you kept going without remorse. “The mattress was so wet too. You never reached that, did you? You want me to think that I’m yours but I got others treating me better.” You pouted, all that you were saying was true and seeing this look in his eyes was such a sight. You almost whined from his look alone.

He grabbed you by the arm and took you to his car, getting on it just right before you on the driver’s side. Wildly driving back to his place to get you fucking stuffed

“You’re driving me insane, bitch. Did you fucking curse me?”

“I did, every dick that enters this sweet pussy, plastic or meat, gets obsessed.”

“Don’t talk like that, making me more horny.”

“I’m sure your hand can help you, guapo.”

“My hand? Are you kidding me? You put that dress on, that looks more like a fucking t-shirt, to come see me and then you leave me with my hand? No, fucking whore You’re giving me your mouth. I have to wipe that smug smile and that boy’s taste off your lips. So suck, vicious little bitch.” So you did, with the loudest and a porn-like moan you quickly undid his briefs pulling his cock out, sucking the tip first.

“Daddy, the lollipop yesterday got me thinking so much about your cock. I couldn’t wait to taste you like this again.” He grabbed you by the hair at the red light, roughly pulling you up to met his face, yours pleasure filled, with drool over your chin, the same that had dirtied his pants.

“You fucking slut, were you just drilling me up to make me get rough on you?”

“No daddy, I did fuck the boy. That was yesterday morning, and then yesterday night I found a little time to think about you.”

“Yeah? Now all you're gonna have in your head and your mouth is me.” He shoved his cock deep into you, and when you gagged he pushed himself further and kept you there. “”Breathe, make this nice for me. I know you can do it.” You could, you enjoyed this so much, your paties were drenched. And what would he do when he notices you weren't wearing the pair he bought for you. Hopefully, break you. You started moving your hips, moving some friction in your pussy, and tastefully wiggling your ass for Ransom to admire.

“That’s right, cumslut. I'll make your ass fire up later too.”

📷

You screamed sensually when he hit your ass. You were on all fours, head down ass up, exposed to Ransom. He was filming your glistening pussy and your delicious ass that bounced on his torso asking for more pain. Delicious pain.

“I’m gonna break you with my cock baby. But after you ask nicely. Your followers want to know what a whore you are.”

“Such a whore! I want your dick papi, you fuck me so good. I want you to leave me braindead, drooling, filled. Please, please, please papi. Cogeme, fuck me. Te tengo muchas ganas.” You whined so hard, so annoyingly empty and desperate.

“What a good girl, making daddy so happy. Here you go, cunt.” He put one hand on your ass and thrusted into you aggressively. He positioned the camera to capture your joy filled face and his hips slamming in you. He didn’t stop nor slowed down, and started rubbing your clit to make you man loader, and you started to move back against him.

“You’re such a greedy little girl, you want all of me. ‘Cmon, give it to me now.”

“Ah!” You opened your mouth in a silent scream when you came, wetting him with your fluids.

And he quickly turned you around, on your back with your legs spread to search for his own high. But you were so sensible you started to close your legs and tried to squirm away from him. But he grabbed your face and spit on your cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare pushe me away. You take it. Open your fucking legs. Open them wide.” You did, and he used you like a doll, with your mind swimming in pleasure, in his gorans in your ears and his hair caressing your face. He came, pushing himself against you and spilling into the condom. He moved away from you and grabbed the camera, turning it off. Then you were gonna edit the video a little bit, cropping some parts to upload to twitter and the full part you were gonna send it to your special subscribers. You gathered yourself, going to the bathroom to wash yourself a little bit, and coming with a cigarette in your mouth, already lit. You threw yourself on the bed.

“We… We have to stop doing this.” Ransom turned himself to you, taking the cigarette out of your hand and smoking it.

“Baby, you say that everytime. And then you do shit like today.”

“I know. But it’s different now, Hugh.”

“What the fuck you calling me that for?”

“‘Cause I got a new job. Lisa’s personal assistant. And I don’t intend to be higher than all the employees you ask to call you that and then go ahead and disrespect them.”

“You don’t have to work for shit, baby. I’ll pay everything for you. You just keep making those videos and the rest is on me”

“What? Like a sugar daddy? No jodás.” You grabbed another cigarette for yourself, so this dipshit wouldn’t take it away from you

“I mean it baby, I can give you the world, just let me”

“I already have the world papito, and I got it all on my own.” He hummed, and his eyes lit up when you called him ‘daddy’ in spanish, in this intimacy. With your body still displayed for him, through which he roamed his eyes in.

“Papito?” He repeated with an accent. “Maybe I can make a mama out of you....” He burned the cigarette out and took yours off too.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You complained in a moan when he turned you around, on your belly with your hands by your head and his entire muscular, heavy and warm body sprayed out on you. He then pushed deep into you.

“Get off me, Ransom.” You complained in a gasp.

“But I’m so deep ‘side you... I just have to get this shit off me to fill you up.“ He still had his condom on, but he hurriedly got it off and dived inside you again.

“What?! Don’t you dare. Get. The hell. Off.”

“Don’t lie to me princess, you want me to fill this pussy. You’ll be a fucking queen, in my arms, being spoiled with my money. I’ll take care of you and all the kids you’re gonna give me.”

“Ransom…” Your accent was spilling, and your resistance was getting away from you, his words and promises stained in your brain. “Fucking dick.”

“Nobody takes me like you, gripping me like that. You’re just a whore for me, ain’t you? Want all of me.”

“Ah, Ransom, you’re so deep.” You whined, your belly contracting.

“What do you want, honey? I wanna hear you beg for it”

“I-- Please Ransom. Please, please, please llename. Por favor, papi!” You moaned when he started pushing into you again. Last round had been intense and you had little break, so naturally you didn’t last long. You came screaming Ransom’s name, free to do so without a camera in front of you. And he was so close too, his mind winded up with getting you pregnant, with images of your belly full, your tasty breasts with all the milk he was gonna drink. He was goraning so much, your pussy grabbing him so hard, pushing him farther inside of you.

“Are you gonna be a good mama for me?”

“The best, daddy! Just please, please fill me.” And he did, with the loudest groan. To then turn you around and start admiring your tits, your body, getting inside your head with compliments of the mommy you were gonna be. And all the videos you were gonna make with your horniness, with your huge titis and that round belly. How he wanted to cover you in cum and get it on camera to show that you were his, cause getting you pregnant just wasn’t enough. And after that, he went down to eat his leaking cum out of you and prepared you for the next round.

#ransom drysdale smut #ransom drydale x you #ransom thrombey x reader #knives out smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans x female reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans image #latina!reader

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Hiya! So while I'm late to the party i saw that you were looking for some dragon requests

Is it possible to request alpha dragon dabi x omega human reader ? If passable?

Maybe reader stumbled upon him when he was younger and they quickly become friends and maybe once they got older dabi offers to be her alpha ?

If you dont like the idea feel free to ignore this request ! Thank you !!!

Thank you so much for the ask, I loved writing it! Enjoy!

~Ki

You snuggled into Dabi's side, simply watching the clouds above you. It was one of your favorite past times with the dragon.

It was strange to think about it, but he was your best friend. You'd met when you were children, which seemed so far away now, and yet it still sometimes felt like you'd only met yesterday.

You were maybe seven or eight, and you were playing ball with some of your friends from the village. The ball rolled off into the forest, which didn't hold the implications then as it does now.

Dabi had only just claimed the territory, and hadn't really warned off the humans yet. So to a naive human child, you saw nothing wrong with wandering into the forest to find it.

Find it, you did, but you also got yourself lost, and rather than staying put, like your parents had warned you to do, you wandered deeper and deeper into the forest, until lo and behold, you happened upon the dragon.

He had only just left his own home, and was about the same age as you. He warned you with a flame, but didn't know how to handle you when you started crying instead of running. In the end, he carried you back to the village.

Of course, you weren't always the smartest of people, and rather than avoiding the forest, like a normal child, the very next day you went into the tall tall trees on your own, strutting through the forest, hoping to stumble into the dragon again.

"What're you thinking about?" Dabi grumbled, noticing your goofy expression.

"Oh, just how we became friends." You said. Dabi went silent, his tail flicking once. He looked down at your form, how positively beautiful you had become. He'd been meaning to talk to you about something, for a year now. But everytime the thought crossed it, his mind began to wander.

What if you didn't want to? What if you left him? What if you never came back, after he asked?

This time. He told himself. He shifted down into his human form... His entire human form.

"Oof." You slumped to the ground beneath you, without Dabi's dragon form to support you. You sat up, looking at him, in confusion, but your eyes widened when you saw the complete lack of draconic features. His entirely human form. "Dabi?" You asked, cautiously, "Are you alright?" He hated looking like a human, and you've only seen him take this form once. His scars stood out more, that way... Even when he wanted to be smaller, which was the rare moment, he always opted to remain as similar to a dragon as possible.

"I figured..." He paused, eyes looking at you with such an intensity you were taken aback, "I figured you'd be more comfortable with me asking this of you, if I looked even... even a little more normal."

He was soon towering over you, so tall even in his human form. He cupped your cheek in his palm.

"(Y/N), you said you were thinking of how we became friends..." He said, gravelly voice softer than usual. It was worrying you. What was wrong? "Well, I'm not satisfied with friends anymore."

Your throat went dry. He didn't want to be friends anymore?

Dabi could clearly see the hurt and concern written on your face, and realized that he'd been misunderstood. He moved his hand to push a stray lock of hair behind your ear, "I want more, (Y/N)." He said, shifting closer to you.

The concern was quickly overwritten with confusion... But he wasn't being rejected yet, so despite his hesitations, he allowed himself to keep going. He swallowed his fears, leaning down, until his lips were mere moments away from yours.

Your breath hitched, as your mind finally came to an understanding of what Dabi was telling you. Your eyes flickered to his lips. Their dual color captivating your gaze, the imagination of the contrasting textures haunting your mind.

Dabi took it as a sign to continue, and pressed his lips against yours... Your skin was so soft. He held you close to him, not daring to break away and see your face turn to disgust.

You melted into Dabi's touch, not at all minding the grip he had on your face, holding you to him. You hadn't let yourself think of it, really. Dragons were famous for kidnapping princesses as beautiful as their hoards, not random peasant girls. Dabi had a glittering collection in the back of his cave. It hadn't even crossed your mind that he'd have found you worthy of taking for himself.

Dabi would've scolded you, if he could hear that- you were more beautiful, more perfect than any gemstone he'd stolen. To him, you were the most precious in the world.

Once you finally had to break away for air, Dabi didn't dare open his eyes. He couldn't bear the sight he'd imagined.

You saw the anxiety, and wrapped your arms around his waist, taking comfort in his warmth. Dabi immediately reciprocated, his fears finally beginning to fade.

"(Y/N)," He whispered into your hair, "Be my mate..."

Those words were all it took. Your acceptance of it only added more fuel to the fire. Dabi pulled you into his arms, marching you straight back to his cave, fully intending to make good on his request. He'd changed his form to that of a human for your sake, but he could no longer contain his instincts. He wanted to; needed to keep you safe in the nest he'd built for you, and he needed to have you as close to him as physically possible.

Dabi kissed you again, his hands roaming, even as he lifted you into the pile of furs, which were so soft to the touch you could hardly believe it.

“Dabi-” You breathed against him, he merely hummed, his mouth travelling down from your lips, towards your neck, nibbling softly, though not in any rush to mark you. Not yet.

Whether Dabi contained his instincts or not, he still wanted to move slowly. He didn’t want to scare you away. He knew that once he got going, there was no stopping him, so he needed to make sure you’d accepted him fully before that happened.

His fingers caught on the fabric of your clothes, dragon strength making quick work of them, even in a human form.

You felt goosebumps rise on your skin, as you were suddenly exposed to the cool air and the hungry eyes of the beast above you.

Beast. The word never seemed to quite fit your draconic friend, who was rough but soft and so gentle. You’d never believed him capable of such a feral look in those eyes. Those striking blue eyes- the same hue as his flames, in any form he took.

But the title of a beast seemed to fit him now, and you couldn’t really explain the movement of his fingers against your skin or any other aspect of him in any other way, at the moment. You were far too entranced.

Not one to be discouraged, Dabi moved further down, laying a line of kisses down your neck, towards the valley between your breasts.

You gasped, slightly, though didn’t pull away. Dabi smirked into your skin, his hands moving up your sides, to each cup your breasts, and began to play with the nubs that had gone stiff with the cold.

His hands were warm, almost too warm, and yet so wonderful. He knew exactly what to do, and where to do it, using the fire that lay just beneath his skin to his advantage.

Dabi moved further down, to your belly button, before licking a stripe from it back up to your chest.

“Y-you’re teasing me.” You gasped, feeling a heat akin to Dabi’s fire and yet so different in nature, begin to build in your core. Dabi smirked.

Teasing was only natural to him. Even as his new mate, you were his best friend, first. He owed it to you and to himself to tease you a little. He moved up to your face, kissing the sides of your lips, and then nibbling on your earlobe a bit.

“Only for you, dolly.” He whispered, his voice husky and warm. He sat up, his hands leaving you- making you feel suddenly cold and exposed, and tore the top he’d fabricated for his human form from his body.

Your hands moved up to wander his chest, lightly, ever so lightly tracing the scars that crossed his body.

Dabi shivered at the touch. How he’d longed for you to gently praise him, to look in wonder and curiosity rather than fear, at his scars. Now that he’d finally gotten what he’d only had in dreams that were always far too brief, he couldn’t help himself.

He leaned back down to you, his hands brushing against your hips, moving down to your thighs, his lips returning to yours.

The kiss was deeper, his tongue quickly finding your lips and breaching them to explore your mouth. He moved closer to you, his hips automatically moving to find yours, creating only enough friction to make being apart an agonizing experience.

When he broke the kiss, his lips returned to your neck, and he began to suck and nibble. You practically purred beneath him, putty in his hands.

“Mine.” He growled, gutturally, into the skin of your neck, before his instincts became too impatient.

The feeling of teeth sinking into your skin, hurt so much, it was like fire, and yet something in it felt so unbelievably amazing you could hardly believe it.

Dabi let himself sink into your neck, only to remember you were human. Fragile and incapable of handling his full strength. He let up, giving the mark kitten licks. With this you were officially his.

His mate. You’d never be far from his side again, and with Spring just around the corner, there wasn’t a better time to have finally worked up his courage.

He lifted himself from your body, pushing you down with one hand, while removing himself from the confines of the remainder of his clothes with his other. His mouth was still at the mark, too entranced with the deep red blood and sickly sweet scent of iron slipping over the reddening flesh around it.

You felt something begin to poke at your bared underside, and a gasp left your mouth, but some quick movement from Dabi’s hands against your folds quickly turned a single gasp into many and many gasps into moans of pleasure.

“Dabi-” You whined.

“I know, Princess.” He said, his head moving down again, “I need to prepare you, first…” He said, settling his hands on your thighs pushing them apart for him, and settling his head between your legs.

You moaned, as you felt his tongue begin to tease you, working you slowly open.

The slick appendage made quick work of your body, causing you to twitch and spasm, and it only became worse as he added long, slender, skilled fingers.

You were screaming his name as you came for the first time. Dabi hummed, not letting you go, pulling you back when you squirmed away and holding your legs open when you tried to push them together.

The overstimulation hit far too quickly. Dabi wasn’t going easy on you, and when he still hadn’t let up after your second spasm on his tongue and fingers, you knew he wouldn’t stop anytime soon, either.

Finally, Dabi released you. You reached for him, seeking comfort. He growled, holding you close, cooing at you.

“You’re doing so good for me, Angel.” He said, the pet names spilling from his mouth, though he’d hardly used half of them for you before.

He brushed your hair from your face. “So beautiful. So perfect.” He praised, making you buck up into him. Dabi smirked, reaching his hand down, pushing you into the furs.

You were human, you couldn’t handle everything a dragon could. That didn’t stop Dabi.

Even as you writhed when the two heads bumped against your folds, Dabi only cooed at you, how well you were doing, how good and perfect you were, how easily he knew you could take him.

Easy would’ve been nice, for certain… The painful stretch of not one but two oversized dicks weren’t easy in the slightest. But Dabi knew how to turn pain into pleasure in the most sinful of ways.

You were just lucky it wasn’t spring yet, and he had enough control to give your poor body a rest after the first round.

Drifting away in Dabi’s arms, you felt exhausted but safer than you ever felt before. You were warm and loved and there was nothing better than it. Dabi thanked his lucky stars that it was you he had fallen for. And that it was him you’d agreed to be with.

#dabi #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #touya x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #reader x dabi #reader x touya #reader x todoroki #dragon au #dragon!dabi #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #scenario #smut #requests #ki #khaos

[evelmiina]

An older illustration, but I'm copying a post from 2019 I made to my very irregularly updating Patreon. This as part of an answer to previous Finnish askbox anon, to illustrate a little how I think about light and depth in picturemaking. Keep reading more for the break down of each step!

1. Sketch Generally speaking, my layouts and sketches are super rough. This is how I work when I just want to paint for myself. What I really want to get down is just the general composition and elements that there will be. When I make illustration or animation work for a client, I will make cleaner and clearer concepts. But, this will do for myself.

The story behind the idea... I have been drawing two black cats and one white chubby cat every now and then, thinking they are brothers who are taking care of each other while their feral mom is gone. In their adventures they end up confronting events and creatures both mysterious and mythical. In this image, two of the cats have been separated from their little brother and come across something strange. 2. Basic shapes and values

This is what we could call doing the flats or doing the basic shapes. I use lasso tool for almost everything and then clean the shapes up a bit with brush work. I'm more than happy to use Photoshop smoothing on brushes for the fastest and cleanest linework - previously I had a tool called Hej Stylus, which is a smoothing plugin for Photoshop with the similar effect. Very handy for quicker clean up work.

It might be just me being obvious, but values are very important for achieving the feeling of depth, even in more graphic styles of illustration. I often compare what I'm painting to the greyscale version of the image, which reveals immediately where the eye is drawn.

Here are my rules of thumb:

1. Furthest background is always lighter in value than the middleground and the foreground.

2. The further we go, the more colors blend into one another/values become closer to each other. Vice versa, more contrasted elements should be on the foreground or where you want to draw the immediate focus.

Regarding the values - a common trick that I use to achieve variety and richness in colour is that I choose two colors that are very close to each other in value. The turquoise bushes on the left and right sides of the illustration are nearly the same in value as the yellowish green grass. Same with the mountains grey and green (next image). That way you can get detail without being repetitive nor losing the focus of the eye.

3. Adding light and texture

I often work with light and texture simultaneously, as some textured painting directly imply where the light is touching. I think about where do we get the direct sunlight (yellow and warm) and where do we see the reflective light. That is the light that bounces from the sky, for example - which makes shadows appear bright blue-green on the large tree on the left.

A lot of the work at this point is just painting! I'm not always 100% on the values when I begin, I only a general idea of what I think is important and the viewer should be looking at. The stone, and the cats... after that, everything else.

In the final, you can see I figured out how to make the stone pop up even more and not lose all the focus in the trees on the left side.

A big bright batch of grass behind the stone, where the sunlight hits, outlines the stone very nicely while giving a feeling of grassy hill in the wind.

#step by step #art process #illustration process #process painting #art tutorial

[sukiglycerin]

Hello, can I request a reaction for kirishima, hawks, shinso and bakugo (or just one of them your choice) to their SO being really shy and nervous about physical affection because they've never done anything like that before even though they're an adult?

reactions to reader being shy with physical affection

* characters: eijirou kirishima, keigo takami, hitoshi shinsou, katsuki bakugou

* genre: flufff, oh god so much of it

* words: 622

* warnings: none, other than hawks being a Birb but not too intense uwu

* a/n: i realize that this is just furthering my subconscious Kirishima Best Boyfriend agenda NSNSNSNS. also, shinsou's part is like half a scenario bc imagination takes ya places :P special thanks to @toishi for proofreading, and i hope you enjoy!

eijirou

when kirishima was younger, he got into the habit of not coming into close contact much with people, as he couldn't control his quirk well and didn't want to hurt people

when he got to ua, and managed it more and more, he slowly eased into being a bit more touchy - resting his head on a shoulder, putting his arm around someone

so he'd understand more how to ease you into pda, having gone through a similar process himself

very casual touches, slinging an arm around your shoulder, leaning on your shoulder

without you realizing, it became habitual between you too; they weren't necessarily romantic, but were just a part of your relationship

this, you realized, kind of eased you into more affectionate touches

would probably be more affectionate in private before doing it in public just so you feel safe and comfortable ^^

keigo

hawks + pda? yes.

this lil birb will also wrap his wings around you during cuddle sessions !! how soft !!

first, he'd be concerned if you were uncomfortable about it; wings can be thick nd hot, or maybe the texture was itchy??

he made sure to groom those babies but you never know *shrug*

once you've established that you're not really used to cuddles/touching like that, he'll do small things at first

holding hands, soft kisses on the cheek, stroking your hair, always asking your permission first

occasionally he'll go feral and attempt to scent you, but birb has good self-control

if you're okay with it.,.. he will definitely try to scent you though would definitely not at first (it's intense)

"dove, can i hug you?" 

really soft affirmations like that

"it's okay, don't worry, you can keep doing what you're doing~"

backhugs while you're reading/cooking/anything

backhugs + wings if you're okay with it!! 

hitoshi

he's more casual about it

netflix and chill? nah, you've got napping and cuddles!!

lazy sundays... cuddles all day...

he honestly wouldn't ask you to do much

just allow him to hold you, and it's okay

his presence is ~~naturally calming~~ 

he won't be big on pda (probably sticking to subtle things)

shinsou is the cuddle god, so all he'll ask of you is to fall into his touch 

he'll constantly ask if you're comfortable with cuddles, tho

your experience and comfort comes first

...i ended up writing a lil thing for him, here you are~

"wh-what are you doing?" you ask, as shinsou wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"cuddles," he says, nuzzling into your body warmth.

"cuddles," you repeat, unsure of what exactly to do with your body with a pro-hero attached to it. you feel stiff and awkward, looking around to find something to do. you play with your fingers for what feels like a mortal eternity before shinsou answers, voice raspy.

"what, don't tell me you've never gotten cuddles before?"

you flush. "n-not really," you confess.

"it's easy," he says. he leans into your touch, closing his eyes. "jus' let me love you like this, 'nd it'll be alright."

katsuki

he really wouldn't think much of it

he's not a touchy guy!! and anyway exploding your lover might kinda ruin the mood

not very romantic 

he's lowkey touch-starved, but will only realize if you attempt to initiate cuddles/touchy stuff

honestly, you're in the same boat here KSNSJXJX

to the bakusquad, it's kinda cute to see how you both struggle to initiate contact

awkward hand brushes as you two walk together and look away everytime your fingers make contact; it's like you're in middle school all over

you'd probably end up locking pinkies ngl and kaminari would laugh his butt off 

you'll figure it out!! just give it some time uwu

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[littlefreya]

Penny Dreadful

Summary: Sherlock is cold, troubled and upset, his mind is fixed on cracking an unsolved murder. It’s the worst time to disturb him. But his hot-blooded little succubus wants to drag him into sin.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x OFC (First-person POV)

Word count: 2.5K

Warning: 18+, smut, teasing, bratty behaviour, ass-smacking with a cane, slight cane play, primal play, unprotected rough sex, biting, slight size kink, MaleDom, drug use. Lots of curly hair descriptions.

A/N: Not canon to books Sherlock, obviously, but seeing the photos and teaser Henry as Sherlock just sets up the vibe. So I had to. Many thanks to my beta @agniavateira​ !! Sorry for the ugly cover art :D.

Title: Penny Dreadful

Sherlock’s study was a bleak, musky chamber deprived of heat, notwithstanding the many candles that burnt at every corner. Perhaps it was the pristine heaps of snow that piled on the ledge of the window, or maybe it was his sullen mood that gave the room a sense of icy wilderness. 

Fumes rose from his mouth, vaping into the air. The tawny light kissed his thick mane of luscious, chocolate curls while he stood at the fore of his desk and leered at some parchments that troubled his brilliant mind for whatever reason. 

Fist seizing the golden tip of his cane, his thumb stroked the engravings that embellished the metal. Cases that he couldn’t crack often left him frustrated to the point of madness. Those wicked, sly obsessions made him even more irresistible.  

My nails bit into the wooden doorframe. Consumed by yearning, a blaze licked up my soul with its monstrous tongue. I often wondered how something so pure as love could be dangerous, to which Sherlock would reply, 

“Love is the greatest villain of them all.”

Unlike him, I didn’t care for evil. 

The detective unclipped the small chain he kept fastened to his vest and opened the silver locket, gathering a wisp of white powder on the tip of his pinky finger and pressed it to his nostrils. A small grunt escaped him, his eyes turning glassy. The “fairy dust” tended to sharpen his perception and elevate his stamina.  

I dropped to my knees at his sight, crawling on the floor. The black silks of my dress made a brushing noise as it dragged on the Persian carpet; my breasts peeked as my corset shifted with every move. Sherlock often said we must imagine ourselves as animals once we let desire play our strings. 

Accepting my inner wildness, tonight I was a cougar stalking her prey. 

By nature, his senses were sharp as blades, though the substance that streamed through his veins made a more heightened grip of the reality that surrounded him. He noticed and yet ignored me, letting his hot-blooded harlot crave for his attention.

If I was to be the feline predator, Sherlock was the hunter who pursued me for sport. An unfair game, yet nevertheless my favourite. 

Bathing in my own little fountain of mischief, I allowed my fingers to sneak toward his cane, brushing up and down the mahogany in slow, languid motion. My slender digits licked along the shaft and my bosom followed, pressing against the hardwood. I dragged myself up slightly to glimpse at my master from below: my Sherlock, always a sight for a famished girl; a colossus, intimidating, and breathtaking. Like a moth to a flame, I inched closer dazed by the light, wanting to bask in its radiance. 

The muscle in his cheek tensed, thick brows furrowing. A little squared wrinkle appeared above the bridge of his nose as he brushed through his dark locks with agitation.

“What ills that glorious mind of yours?” I hummed, playful fingertips climbing further up at the length of his cane.

“Something I can’t grasp,” he spat, not giving me the time of day. But I knew he noticed every detail of my wanton behaviour, it was evident by the way his breath swiftly became heavier. Sherlock might have solved crimes by profession, but all women were natural detectives; evolution granted us with a definite survival instinct, learning to read men between the shadows.  

“You can possess me,” I offered, fingers scraping over his thumb as it pressed onto the cane’s golden tip. My voice dropped to a whisper while my hand left the cane in favour of his thigh. The muscle flexed and twitched under my sinful touch, the fabric of his breeches stretched as his cock grew with its natural need to fulfil the wet, convulsing void in me.

“You’re distracting me,” he warned, voice low and stern. His lashes hardly even fluttered to my direction. 

Every delicate little hair stood up at the sound of alarm yet instead, I inhaled the soot of peril, allowing my hand to travel further and meet his hungry girth. It rose to my touch with gratitude, flinching even harder at the clutch of my claws. The flavour of desire was honey and salt on the tip of my tongue.

The low animalistic vibration of his voice wavered through his solid form. I felt it shudder all the way down to his swelling cock. A cautious man, Sherlock was measured and forbearing to a point that made me wonder if he even liked women at all before we fell into the vicious pit of decadence and violent delights. 

It was the contrary that was true: Sherlock loved women very much, his desires were simply… of a certain quality. 

His groin was warm and firm against my cheek. The crystalline-blue glare finally graced me with a sight so brooding my bones clattered.  

“Later, I need to work.” By the drop of his voice, I knew there won’t be a third warning. 

“Later, Later…” I taunted, rolling my chin over his aching need. “All work and no play…”

The gasp that pushed out of my lungs nearly whisked the candles off as Sherlock hauled me up by his hand and bent me over the desk.  

“Should I teach you how to respect my time?” He snarled, throwing the skirts of my dress over my head like a cape of the midnight sky. Stars collapsed under my skin at the sensation of his touch exploring the curve of my bare ass. Talons ruptured the tiny blood vessels, squeezing with the affirmation of his ownership. 

“No undergarments?” Sherlock growled dangerously while his thumb brushed over my silken entrance, toying with the rich elixir and smearing it further down my anticipating petals. I answered with a deep moan, stretching on this desk with a succumbing plea. 

“You came here aimed at disturbing me while I work.”

Settling onto the surface of the desk, I reached forth one arm lazily and chuckled. “You are a great detective, I… oh!” 

Something cold and solid caressed my dripping lips, driving between them in slow, calculated strokes. Throwing my head over my shoulder, I noticed Sherlock holding his cane against my sacred cove, staring at it as if I was yet another piece of evidence to be explored. The golden arched-tip pushed-slightly between my petals and entered just enough to make me hiss. For a mere second I wondered if he was going to fuck me using nothing but his cane.

“Look away; this is going to hurt.” 

I hardly had time to protest when the first smack hit the pillow of my cheek. A wheeze of disgrace shot from my throat, husky and embarrassing, but not as degrading as the sting the metal left at my burning backside.

“Bad girl,” Sherlock ticked his tongue and lifted the cane midway in the air, a flare of noxious desire bursting in his pale-blue orbs. This time I turned away and shut my eyes, gripping the edge of the desk until my knuckles turned dead-white. If only it did anything to dull the pain, the sting was even more prominent, shooting all the way up to my spine where it coiled and forced a strident yip from my clamped lips. 

Yet the throb in my cunt was unmissable.

Sherlock knew very well that the hurt allied with pleasure, enhancing it even, like his powdery magic dust. 

Another smack and my nails scratched at the wood. Like a sinner nun indulging her own beating, I rode the waves of pain as they broke onto shores abundant with pleasure. There were hidden cracks in our public figure, the place where I burnt and Sherlock ascended as we pried our claws into mortal deadly sins. My senses rose to conflict with every smack and Sherlock took joy in every involuntary squirm of my body. 

Tongue pressed between his lips, he hummed as he admired his handiwork, painting my ass in obscene hues of violence. “Had enough? Or want to see which will break first, the rod or your arrogance?” Sherlock chided and pinched my sore cheek to further increase the pain. 

Embers whispered beneath my flesh, my legs jolted from the intense beating and by god, the trickle of my juices rolling down the back of my thighs made even a sultry woman such as myself drown in white shame.

Sherlock’s breath was a heavy guttural waft. His cane dropped to the floor and I heard the sound of metal clicking as he fumbled with his belt. I would be damned if I let him fuck me from behind. To have those eyes look away as he entered me was a vice I wouldn’t stand. 

“No!” I yelled, bracing on my wobbly elbows as much as I could and turned to face him. 

Sherlock’s glare widened, a chill of ice blew through his eyes and his pupils dilated like a crazed feline. “You’re saying no to me?”

“Yes!” I heaved and reached my hands to cradle his skull, pushing myself against the hardness of his body and forcing my lips on his. My kiss was feral, bruising the plush skin on and around his mouth, nibbling and biting until we tasted iron on our tongues. It was not long before I was shoved against the wall, our mouths still united, sharing one breath.

Or rather stealing it from one another.

We were pleasingly unequal. Sherlock was all iron and stone; a bulky, tall man who could tear me apart with his bare hands. I was a little lush thing, so tender, so easily bruised. Despite his power, the desire to claim the tiny wet hole between my legs was unquenchable, reducing him to a savage thing that spoke in raw inarticulate sounds.

He tore his mouth from mine and swept me up from the ground, hiking the skirts of my dress urgently to expose what he coveted the most. I felt the supple velvety texture of his hardness grind against my thigh, smearing the pearly drops of his arousal onto my skin. We both moaned at the sensation and moved to the rhythm dictated by our most primal instincts.  

“You want my cock?” He growled and gnawed his teeth at my neck, biting deep enough to break through the skin. I whined in pain, my voice rising a pitch as I writhed against him to ignite the smallest of frictions and serve the demon of desire in me. 

“Fuck me!” I begged, sliding my fingers through the mass of soft curls and tugging them with need.

Answering my plea, Sherlock speared into my unruly cunt, brutally spreading me open like he would tear the petals from a flower. I yipped into his luscious hair, my nails tearing into his nape as his intrusion claimed everything my body had to offer. I always found it odd how my flesh would resist and beg for him at the same time, my succulent canal fighting to push him by instinct yet he only further rutted into me. He reached his hands to my sore ass to squeeze my cheeks apart.

“Such a tight little harlot,” he groaned, engulfed by my garden of mysteries. Moaning so loudly, our duet reverberated through the corridors of the house. His lashes fluttered with ecstasy as he pulled back only to force me down on his imposing cock, attempting to rip through my denial. Or it was to tame me as I clenched around his girth, accepting and resisting him at the same time. I was nothing but a vessel for him to fill, and he did so with a fiery passion, glaring straight to my eyes while thrusting deep and hard into me.  

Books fell from the shelves nearby as we battled against the wall, my legs sliding up and down his waist, spreading helplessly in the air until my boots pressed into his arse. One of his hands reached for my corset, tugging on the ludicrous outfit to expose my breast. Ravenous, he licked his bloodstained lips, giving me a stare that made my cunt clutch him harder before he sank his fangs to pierce cavities in my tit.

“No!!!” I cried out and gasped as he thrust deeper to punish me for my protest. His heavy cock hit a spot so deep inside me that tears instantly emerged and fell down my cheeks, the pang bringing through a spasm of odd relief. 

Blood and saliva smeared along my cleavage as he dragged his lips further, licking and then kissing every patch he bruised. I moaned breathlessly, throwing my head back against the wall as his nimble fingers surveyed my neck, laying small threats to show me how easy he could simply suspend my very basic need. 

But my survival instincts already flew out the window the moment he penetrated me.

His lips hovered above mine as he fucked deep into my body, our cries creating an obscure symphony as he continuously slammed into my hilt, harder and more urgent with every plunge. The tears that fell down my cheeks were tainted with the conflicting aphrodisiac that pain brought through. In that instant I was whole, gratified by the friction created of the collision of our wet organs.

“Do it!” I gasped and nodded through glossy stares, swallowing hard to gesture what he already knew. With a swift snap of his hands, his fingers were bruising on my neck and he slammed into me at a furious pace, giving no care for my broken screams. 

Euphoria tore through my soul, crashing like hot waves of eternal fire. I came apart around his thick rod crying for God and Satan at once. Sherlock never slowed down, not even as he felt the tightening of my ring around him. It only made him fuck me harder, burying his face at my collarbone, chasing his own rapture at a punishing speed, grunting like a beast. Finally, he shuddered and pumped me full of his thick, silky milk. The muscles of his behind flexed and he ground his hot load into my warm cavern, making sure I received every drop. My hands reached to squeeze his taut ass as my legs clutched him still, wanting to keep him inside me. 

As if he had any intentions of leaving as he moaned and spasmed inside me. 

Smoke filled the room as few of the candles died; the scent of ash and the musk of our sex seeped through our noses while we remained entwined, shaking in each other’s grasp. Breathless and damp with sweat, Sherlock lifted his face from my neck and glanced at me looking so vulnerable, almost appearing lost. I moved my trembling hands back to his face, my thumbs caressing his sharp cheeks. 

“I know I am harsh…” he murmured, his eyes digging into my heart with nothing but a gaze of despair, “but please don’t ever leave me.”

My face fell at the sound of his words, my lips parting with awe. My detective could solve the most outrageous crimes, and yet he couldn’t realise I was shackled to him for all eternity.  

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