#I JUST WANT TO DRAW HOT PEOPLE LOOKING HOT

[ectochoir]

Maybe this is a hot take, but while Hilda is a very cute pin-up character, she’s not really what I think about when people use the term ‘fat’ in regards to what artists are and aren’t willing to draw.

I want to preface this by saying all bodies are beautiful and I’m absolutely not body shaming anyone, no matter their size or shape, but let’s really take a look at these pinups that were chosen. Hilda’s certainly bigger than the average supermodel, but she has a well-defined waist, perky breasts, and while her arms aren’t stick-thin, they’re certainly not holding a large amount of fat. She is a heavier set woman, for sure, but her weight is mostly collected in her hips, tummy and bust, and she is still firmly within the aesthetically “attractive” levels of fat that tend to be used as examples of representation for fat characters.

Please, if you’re an artist who’s learning to diversify their bodytype portfolio, I highly recommend branching out from the hourglass figure featured in pin-ups and perusing through Lauren Ashley’s collection with Adorkastock, or take a look at some photos of model Tess Holliday. You can also give the artist anatomy book “Morpho: Fat and Skin Folds” a read. Its’s available for free here on the Internet Archive, if you’re short of coin.

(left: Lauren Ashley with Adorkastock, right: Tess Holliday modeling for Isle of Paradise’s “Get Body Posi” campaign)

Honestly, I think folks just need to be braver. Branch out and at least try to draw a body type you’re unfamiliar with. Ask yourself why you’re unfamiliar with it, challenge your perceptions, and just try. You likely won’t get it right on the first go round, but you’ll learn, and you’ll improve, and I promise that before long, fat bodies won’t be any scarier or more difficult to draw than thin ones. Bodies are diverse, incredible things, and they’re all incredibly fun to draw.

you're very good at drawing huge tits. now lets see a fat body. no, a fat body. not thick thighs and big tits, fat. come on now. you're almost there. can we see under the tits? looks like you made the torso flat and thin again. we're almost there

[4ttack-ur-heart]

May I request a rafayel x virgin reader smut where they are getting intimate for the first time and she squirts and doesn't understand but as he breaks her hymen she bleeds and she panics when they are done etc?

Forever bonded

Pairing: Rafayel x virgin! mc

Warnings: smut, blood, mc basically freaking out at the end, virginity loss, inaccurate lore prbly, hurt/comfort, slight ooc fishie, oral both receiving, unprotected sex.

Summary: You and Rafayel decide to finally go all the way and form a bond by having sex for the first time, not realizing your body wants to react in ways you’ve never seen.

I don’t have Rafayel’s god of tides myth and I feel like that really dives more into Lemurian lore from what I’ve seen, so if it’s inaccurate shhhhh. In this fic, their bond is formed by the boom shakalaka. I also added in the scene of when he was possessed in the main story cause lowkey that form was hot.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

Rafayel's words linger on your skin as his lips draw down your jawline. His hand cradles your face, the other pulling your body flush against his chest. You let out a breath when his teeth scrape against the vein on your neck, your hips roll over his groin in retaliation, and he lets out a shuddering groan.

He pulls away, hands now settled on your hips as his lust-filled gaze locks onto yours.

"We should stop."

You frown at his words. Disappointed fills your mind as the burning passion swirls hotter in your tummy. "Raf, I think I'm ready."

Rafayel looks away briefly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he thinks. You're a virgin, and he wants to make sure you're a thousand percent ready. In the past, anytime you guys have gotten steamy with your make-out sessions, one of you feels forced to stop. His hands guide your hips off of him, and you think he's going to stop and just pull you into his arms to cuddle for the rest of the night.

Your toes brush against his thigh as you settle into your new spot. You're surprised when he swings his leg over your body, so now you're the one being straddled.

"Don't say those words if they aren't true," you see the hesitation in his eyes before he seals the words with a kiss. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you eagerly let him in. Your legs wrap against his waist and pull him impossibly closer to you. "Do you know what this means for my people?"

Rafayel pulls away again. Your noses brush against each other, and your breaths mingle in short pants. You shake your head 'no' slowly.

"Lemurians being in love is a blessing and a curse. When we fall in love, we love hard and become devoted," his head buries itself between the crook of your neck. A few more sloppy kisses are placed against the skin below your ear. "This is how my people create a bond."

He licks the shell of your ear, and his words make you shiver from the sensitivity. "If we bond, you're stuck with me for all eternity. It has no limits, even to death. I need you to know that if you don't reciprocate, the burden of me loving you will consume me entirely."

Rafayel sits above you now, his legs caging you in. When you take a minute to respond, he grabs your chin in his hand and forces eye contact.

"Do you understand?" His eyes are pleading as they search yours for confirmation. "This isn't something my people take lightly."

"I-I understand…" your words are breathy.

"Not to mention you're a virgin too, baby. Is this something you're ready for? If you wanna stop, I need you to tell me now-"

"No," you cut him off. "I'm ready, Raf, I love you."

He leans down to place another sensual kiss on your lips. A deep groan resonated within him.

"We'll take it slow, my love, don't you worry." His words reassure you, and his lips attach themselves to your neck. Little hums escape you as his lips hit all the sensitive areas.

Rafayel licks at the new hickey on your neck. Pulling away, he slowly gets off the couch, and his arms settle under your body before you lift to his chest.

He carries you through the hallway and to his bedroom. The dim lighting casts your shadows on the wall. He places you on the edge of the bed, and his thumb traces over the waistband of your shorts.

"Have you masturbated before?"

Yes. Yes, you have- many times, in fact. All to the thought of him finally taking you and claiming you as his. Just because you were a virgin doesn't mean you don't take some personal time a few times a week.

"Yeah," you shudder when your shorts slip off your legs, and your lacy panties are now on display.

Rafayel settles between your bent knees, and his arms curled under them. He turns them slightly to place a few wet kisses against your thighs. "What do you use? Your fingers or toys?"

He nibbles on the meaty part of your inner thigh.

"B-both."

A small laugh.

"Let's add my mouth to the list."

Rafayel's tongue drags down your slit through your panties, and you shudder. His teeth clamp down on the waistband, and he slowly tugs, his eyes locking onto yours. Once they're down to your knees, he dives into your cunt.

You let out a choked sound as his warm tongue explores your folds. He feels your hips rock slowly against his face, and his hold on your legs tightens ever so slightly to keep you in place.

This man slurps and laps at your cunt as if it's a great feast, and he's been starved for days. Filthy noises quickly fill the room.

"Raf," you moan, fingers curling into his purple curls. He groans in response.

His lips suction around your clit, and you arch your back at the pleasure driving through you.

"Mm, yeah, just like that."

His tongue moves in little circles around the bundle of nerves. He savors the way your body reacts.

As your moans become louder, his tongue quickens. You feel the familiar coiling of your tummy.

"Augh- I-I'm gonna…" the words die from your throat as quickly as they came.

Rafayel groans deeply against your core, and you shudder from the vibrations.

"You gonna come for me, baby?"

You hear his voice ring out, muffled slightly. Your toes curl, and you open your legs impossibly further into a butterfly position.

With a shaky whine, your orgasm rocks through your body.

Rafayel doesn't pull away immediately- his head stays down to slurp at the cum that leaks out of you. Your fingers are now loosely tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp.

When he pulls away, he's panting slightly. There's a primal look in his eyes that are glazed over. His fingers leave your trembling thighs and trail up his shirt before unbuttoning the buttons slowly.

You sluggishly watch from your spot, a new wave of heat already taking over your body. Rafayel doesn't break eye contact as he discards the wine-colored shirt. He leans in and hovers above you, his hands resting on your head. He licks his lips, and you catch the scent of your juices still lingering around his mouth.

"Here." His hand grabs yours and trails it down your body. He stops below his belt, and you can feel the hardening erection underneath the fabric of his pants. "Can you feel what you do to me?"

You shakily nod, and your fingertips dance lightly over his groin. He lets out a wince, shuts his eyes, and dips his head in the column of your throat.

"Raf?" You ask with your hand coming up to caress the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Hmm?"

"C-can I suck you off?"

Rafayel tenses, and his eyes shoot open at your request. Slowly, he pulls away and stares into your eyes.

"Are you sure? You don't have to"

"I want to." You state more firmly as he climbs off of you and rests on his knees. Your eyes drift to his large erection, and you gently ease him back more. Holding heavy eye contact, you unbuckle his belt slowly, the metal clanging against the buckle.

Rafayel breathes heavily as he watches your movements. The tip of his ears burn bright red, and he's sure his face isn't any better. Pulling his pants down, it's easier to see the shape of his cock through his boxers. A small patch of precum is visible on the tip.

Your hands clasp over his member through the fabric, and his body shudders in response. Nails swipe over the waistband of the boxers before they hook in and pull them down his legs as well. Rafayel's pants become quicker as he is now bare in front of you. His hard cock curls against his stomach, grazing the bottom of his lean abs.

"Oh fuck-" he breathes as soon as your lips take in his cock. You hum at the salty cum dripping from the tip. His hand softly tangles into your hair, keeping it out of your face as you slowly bob up and down.

Your mouth hollows, and your tongue pokes out to swirl against the tip, making his hips twitch and involuntarily buck.

Rafayel's sharp gasps slowly become breathy whimpers as you increase your speed. His full length hits the back of your throat, and you have to concentrate to keep yourself from gagging.

His fingers tighten against your hair and start to control your motions. "F-fuck!" Another buck from his hips.

You moan against his length when he bottoms out in your mouth, and the vibrations travel through his body.

"Baby, get off… 'm gonna-"

Rafayel does his best to ease you off his cock, but you grab his hips to pull him even closer to you. He rasps out a throaty cry when he finally releases. The white spurts of cum shoot into your mouth and hit the back of your throat, and you swallow every last drop, savoring the way he tastes.

His hand keeps you in place while he finishes riding out his orgasm. When you pull away with a small pop, a long strand of saliva connects from your bottom lip down to his girth.

Finally catching your breath, you both hold each other's gazes.

"You ready for the fun part, babygirl?" He whispers as his hand rests against your cheek. His thumb tenderly stroked the bone, and he savored how you leaned into his touch.

"Yes."

Without another thought, he pulls you in for another kiss. Your lips collide, and teeth scrape against each other in a constant hunger. Rafayel lays you back down on the bed, your head resting against the pillow as his cock starts to rub against your cunt. He takes his cock in his hand and places it between your folds, and you let out a hum at the sensitivity of it rubbing against your puffy clit.

Rafayel disconnects your lips, pulling away with an unsure look. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I'm sure, Raf." Your hand rests against his cheek, and your fingers brush lightly against his temple, scraping away the purple hair sticking slightly to his forehead from the sweat.

"Okay," he places a chaste kiss against your wrist, and his eyes dart to the nightstand. "Then I want to make sure this is as special as possible."

A spark flickers to life at his fingertips, and you watch in awe as the flame dances playfully, casting shimmering shadows on the walls. With a graceful flick of his wrist, the flame leaps toward the nightstand, igniting a cluster of candles that burst to life. The room is now bathed in a soft, warm glow, wrapping around your bodies like a tender embrace and transforming the space into an intimate haven.

"Now, where were we?"

His head lowers down to your lips again, cock still nestled warmly between your folds. Rafayel lets out another groan when he feels the limb becoming hard again, just begging to become wrapped in your tight walls.

After placing one last kiss on your lips, he pulls away and sits up.

You watch as he spits into his hand before rubbing it over his shaft. He grasps his now half-hard cock and rubs the tip up and down your wet folds, admiring the way you whine.

"You ready?" His eyes find yours as the tip grazes your entrance, and when you nod, he slowly pushes it in.

"Aagh!" You can't help the noise that escapes you from the sudden burst of pain. Rafayel halts his movements, and he carefully watches your expression.

"Are you okay?" He asks, voice tense from the way your hole is already fluttering at his cock.

"Mmhmm! K-Keep going..."

Nails grip his biceps when he slowly starts to push in again, leaving little crescent-shaped indents. You hold your breath and squeeze your eyes shut as a way to bear with the pain.

"Go slow, go slow," you cry out, and he gives you another moment to adjust.

"Almost there, baby. You're doing great." He reassures.

You're a whining mess by the time he fully bottoms out. He lowers his head to your collarbone, kissing your skin tenderly. It takes a minute for your body to adjust to his length, and you try to focus on pleasure more than the pain of your hole being stretched out.

"I'm gonna start moving, okay?"

You let out a shaky breath as tears line the bottom lids of your eyes, but you nod regardless.

His thrusts start slow- very slow. Thanks to the candlelight, Rafayel can see every expression you create: every lip quiver, every scrunch in your eyebrows, and every bead of sweat that coats your forehead.

Your toes curl, and you loosely wrap your legs around his hips to draw him closer. His hips move a little faster now, and progressively, your grunts of pain start to morph into small moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight." He whines lowly.

As his thrusts become quicker, your eyes flutter shut when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Both of your moans echo loudly throughout the room, harmonizing with the sound of his hips smacking the skin of your ass.

When you finally open your eyes, the tears that blurred your vision begin to clear, revealing a striking transformation. His once natural pinky-blue eyes now shimmer with a vibrant azure as if reflecting the ocean's depths. A glowing haze, the same captivating shade of blue, envelops his ears, subtly shaped to resemble delicate fins. Iridescent scales, similar to those of a fish, are scattered across his cheekbones, catching the light and creating a mesmerizing pattern.

"R-Raf?" You sound concerned at the sudden transformation and clench around him when those bright blue eyes lock onto yours.

"It's okay, darling," he reassures breathlessly and rests his forehead against yours. "The sea is accepting our bond."

Rafayel can't help but feel more lustful knowing the bond is being created and accepted. It ignites a primitive urge in him. His pace quickens again, and you feel the coil tighten in your tummy. A shuddering whine escapes you as you feel your impending orgasm about to crash down over you for the second time that night.

"Already, babygirl?" Rafayel teases when he feels your walls flutter around his cock.

His thrusts never cease, even when the blissful release finally overtakes your body. A tight-lipped squeal rings from you as your legs shake and tremble mid-air. Rafayel's moans start to shift into whimpers as he continues to pound into your dripping cunt.

"Rafayel!" You whimper out.

The overstimulating feeling quickly surges through your body, muscles tightening in response, and all you can focus on is his cock squelching in and out of your dripping hole.

Rafayel knows his thrusts are becoming too much; he can feel it by the way your nails dig into his shoulders as a warning, but he can't help it. The way your tight hole practically sucks him back every time he pulls out. "I-I'm almost-"

He can't think straight, and neither can you, so when you let out a loud cry- almost a scream- as your body writhes underneath his, he can feel himself coming undone. His hand tangles into your hair and draws your head closer to his chest while the other grips almost painfully at your hip.

His thrusts become sloppier as he draws nearer to his high.

The overstimulation quickly brings you to your third and final orgasm of the night. The knot in your lower tummy curls impossibly tight, and you try to pull away when your muscles tighten to the point where you feel like you're going to pee. Your hands settled onto his chest in an effort to push him away, but it was too late.

A flood of liquid squirts out of your cunt, painting your thighs and his abs with the glistening fluid. That's all it takes before a choked cry escapes him as he spills his hot cum into your tight cunt.

Your body falls limp to the bed, limbs sticky with sweat, and your chest heaving with sporadic breaths. Rafayel bottoms his cock into you once more before slowly pulling out, giving out a small whimper when your hole refuses to let go of him.

His arms shake as he hovers over you, lips trailing over your cheeks to kiss away any stray tears that have fallen.

"It's okay, it's okay," Rafayel coos, pulling you into his chest and cradling you in his arms. His eyes gradually returned to their natural, vibrant pink and blue hue. The iridescent scales that once captured the light began to fade, signifying the powerful completion of their bond.

The overwhelming feeling in your head fatigues you, and all you crave right now from Rafayel is comfort and cuddles. You sniffle as a small kiss is placed on your sticky forehead. "You did so good, my beautiful girl. I didn't even think you'd squirt for me during our first time."

Your brow furrows at his words, hazy eyes locking onto the cheeky smile he's trying so hard to hide.  

"Huh? Was that what that was...?"

Rafayel hums in response and brushes stray strands of hair away from your face. "It can happen when your body is too overstimulated."

Even after your orgasms subsided, you can't help but notice a slight but dull stinging sensation. Your eyes trail down to the mess between both of your bodies, and your eyes widen when you catch a bright crimson mixed with your cum.

"Oh my god, I'm bleeding." Your voice shakes as Rafayel looks down at the mess before he gets off the bed to grab a few towels.

One is placed underneath you while he uses the other to wipe the sticky juices off your trembling thighs. More tears start to line your eyes, the physical and emotional overstimulation finally taking its toll.

"What do I do? Do I need to go to the hospital?"

Rafayel grasps your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. "No, this happens sometimes, cutie. You're gonna be just fine, okay? It's your hymen, it can tear sometimes from having sex for the first time."

"But... I didn't know this could happen. Why didn't anyone tell me?"

He lets out a small chuckle and pulls you into his arms again.

"Every woman is different, some tear, others don't."

A surge of embarrassment engulfs you, a stark contrast to the excitement you had anticipated for your first experience. The moment, intended to be memorable for its intimacy and excitement, has turned into a whirlwind of confusion, and you suddenly feel self-conscious.

As if sensing your humiliation, Rafayel grabs his silk robe from the floor and drapes it over your shoulders. "Please don't be embarrassed, cutie. It happens, and there's nothing to worry about."

Rafayel scoops you up into his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the sink, and the large bathtub starts to fill with warm water. His eyes settle on your down-casted gaze, and his hand grasps your chin so your sight meets his. "I can tell you're upset by this, but I need you to know you can trust me."

You let out a shaky chuckle, using the robe sleeve to rub your eyes. "I do trust you, but it's scary, though. I've never experienced any of this before, and I don't want you to laugh at me."

He lets out a scoff and playfully rolls his eyes dramatically. "Puh-lease, I'm not some immature teenager, cutie. Let's focus on cleaning you up, and we can talk more if you'd like. Is that okay?"

You nod, and he slips the robe off your shoulders and carefully picks you back up to place you in the steaming tub. The smell of eucalyptus wafts into your nose, and you hum contentedly as the warm water eases your sore muscles.

"Stay here, I'll be back in a few moments." He kisses your temple and leaves the bathroom to change the bedsheets.

You close your eyes and lean your head back against the rim, fighting the urge to fall asleep.

A few minutes later, Rafayel returns, and you sleepily open your eyes before reaching up to him and making grabby hands.

He lets out a small laugh and steps in behind you. The water sloshes as he settles in and pulls you back into his chest. Your eyes flutter shut at the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing.

Sweet sleep is interrupted once more when he taps your nose.

"Hm?"

"Look."

You crane your head to look at him and see his eyes locked onto his chest. Drifting your gaze down his neck and collarbone, they finally stop above his heart.

A bright red mark glows on his skin.

"That's our bond, my love."

[obae-me]

Hello, darling! First of all, I read your post and I want you to know I'll be supporting you from the sidelines!

Second, I'm a big fan of your writing!

Could ai request some writing about having a date with Lucifer in the snow? It could be anything related to winter, really.

Thank you!

Hello, dear! Thank you so much for your support and kind words! It means more to me than you know! I know it's not quite winter anymore- at least it's already getting warmer where I am at- but your snow date is here at last! I hope this is what you were looking for! (Requests always make me a bit nervous, I just love making people happy!) Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.3k

Three whole days it had been snowing nonstop. Not quite a torrent, but not exactly the best event for the Devildom at large. But even as you watched the soft powder pile shockingly high, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be too worried. Maybe it was the comforting fact that snow seemed to appear the same throughout the realms. More likely though, it was the sight of several demon heads bobbing through wintery trenches, attempting to accomplish the task of clearing paths through the thick blanket of snowflakes, only to end up pushing each other deeper in it or throwing it around. Such a sight warmed your heart. It helped that you were staying warm inside though.

It was nice and quiet in the House today. Almost too quiet. Normally, when the loudest of demons were outside and able to scream as loud as they wished, you took the opportunity to snuggle up to the demon you most adored. He wasn’t here today either unfortunately. Hadn’t been for a little while. The snow, for all its beauty, was causing Lucifer and Diavolo a more than a few problems.

Laying down on your bed, you tried to push aside the thoughts about how nice this moment would be if he were here beside you. It’s not as if you were tied together by the wrist. A few days apart was child’s play. But… it was unfortunate that he was missing out on this perfect moment of peace. He might even find the shouting outside marginally endearing. You curled up on your side, rifling through the various scenarios you might find yourselves in if he were here. A movie. A game. A nap… All with the warmth of the blankets blocking out the outer chill in a shield of fluff. It sounded far too cozy.

So cozy, in fact, that in the midst of your daydreaming, you drifted off somehow.

You woke a while later to a gentle knock at your door. Groaning, blinking, forcing your body to sit up, you hardly uttered a word before a familiar frame of a fair face faded into view. It shocked your body into alertness. “You’re home…”

Lucifer quietly let himself inside your room. Weary eyes exposed the exhaustion the days of endless work had caused. It was clear he had only gotten home recently, not even given the time to undo his tie or shake the persistent snowflakes off his coat. His presence was such a pleasant surprise, even your squeaky hinges were speechless. As he stepped closer, you noticed his taut shoulders lowering in small intervals. He held a hot beverage in his grasp with one hand, fingers clamped above the rim, making it easier for you to take by the handle as he raised it in your direction.

"What's all this for?" you asked, one eyebrow raised. As you brought the mug up to your face, the warmth billowing up against your cheeks was telling of the intense temperature.

"Careful, it's hot."

A hum left your throat as you set the drink down to let it cool. "Oh, thank you. How would I have ever known? Hot drink is hot? Revolutionary. What’s next? Cold drink cold?" You gasped. Lips curled into a little grin.

A finger pressed into the middle of your forehead. A few gentle pokes preceeded him bending down to get closer to your face. "Pardon me for trying to keep that sharp tongue of yours from burning." His voice still kept that sterner quality, but his expression betrayed his true feelings of playfulness. You loved being able to draw out that buried personality of his. "As for your previous question," he continued, "is it so unusual for me to show you some affection?"

"For the last few days, yes. I've hardly seen you. Not even so much as a call…" A blunt truth. One that you didn't intend to sound so harsh. He'd been swamped, and you knew that. A brief lack of communication and some space wasn't a problem. He'd always make it up. You were just worried.

Lucifer raised himself back up, his dark eyes narrowing. An intimidating face that would've sent a chill down your spine in times past. Now, you had the knowledge that he was just terrible with expressions. Or perhaps the old adage of "keep it that way for too long, and your face will be stuck" was true for that infamous scowl of his.

"I know," he sighed, his arms folding tight across his chest. His head turned off to the side, eyes flitting around like he was scanning your room for potential threats. ‘Threats’ being his brothers of course. When he returned his attention to you, he took a step closer, scooping up one of your hands in his gloved one. "I suppose you're not entirely wrong in your question. I did come here with an agenda in mind."

"So, this drink is an olive branch, then?"

"In a sense. Do you accept it?"

"The drink or your apology?"

"Both."

For a moment, you slipped your hand from his hold, taking the mug up again. It seemed to have cooled down enough to drink. You sipped on it, making your expression seem as if your answer was hinging on how tasty the beverage was. You quickly hummed with surprise. "It's good." In the background, his posture shifted, puffing up a little with pride. You held it carefully in your lap. “You don’t need forgiveness in the first place, Luce. I wasn’t angry with you. I just worry. And... I miss you.”

The demon’s shoulders drooped fully, their length about twice as long now that they weren’t coiled so tight against his neck. Another clone of a sigh left his lips, announcing that a great deal of weight had suddenly been lifted from his soul. Who knew your potential emotions had such an influence on him? He bent down towards your face, eyes half-closed. His forehead touched yours, rubbing against your skin in an affectionate way before pulling apart. You could tell he was desperately craving more skinship, but was holding himself back. “Tomorrow, if you do not have any pertinent plans, give your time to me.”

“Hm. Say it nicer, and maybe I’ll consider.”

Different shades of red seemed to glow in his irises for a moment. Lucifer scoffed, but then smiled. The challenge was accepted. He knelt beside where you sat, taking one of your hands in both of his. Both thumbs brushed over the whole back of your hand before he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ve deeply desired your company as of late. Fates permitting, will you go out with me tomorrow?”

Damn him. Always one to do too much. “It’s a date… but only if you rest first.”

Two shoes and a heavy coat hit the ground with echoing thuds as the mattress under you shifted. He wasted no more time in wrapping his arms low around your waist. “If you only knew how much I had been thinking about that very thing.”

---

“Is it time to say the classic ‘are we there yet’?”

“If you do, you’ll find yourself thrown in the snow.”

Despite the threat, you couldn't help but grin. Although, you desperately had to know… Were you almost there yet?

You had waken up this morning to your companion already gone. A note had been left by your bedside, letting you know to bundle up for today’s apparent date. While you got yourself inundated with a comical amount of layers, you could only hope that Lucifer had gotten adequate enough rest before sneaking off to prepare for…whatever surprise he had in store. Pride was known for going the extra mile or three.

By the time you were ready, he was here to escort you to… You still had no idea. You’d been walking through the path inlaid in the mountains of snow for what felt like a while now.

“Can I have a hint at least?” you wondered.

He stayed perfectly silent. Then, he second-guessed his decision to ignore you and glanced over his shoulder. “Why would I give you a hint when I could just show you?”

You opened your mouth to return his snarky answer when he stopped. He pulled you around to stand beside him, his hand now clasped in yours. The endless amount of snow gave way to the mouth of a cave. It was true, your sense of adventure had been enhanced ever since being in the Devildom. However, this yawning cave was pushing those limits. It’s glistening teeth quivered with anticipation, and it’s breath chilled you to the bone.

Lucifer must’ve caught your appearance, for he simply chuckled. “And here, I thought you trusted me.”

“I do! It’s just… nothing good has ever come from the caves down here. They’re even iffy in the human realm.”

“Well…” He dropped his hold on your hand. He pretended to think about it for a moment even though it was clear in his eyes he’d already made up his mind. With one swift motion, he scooped you up on his back, his hands holding you steady by the undersides of your knees. “Have faith when I say that you’ll like this one.”

With you propped up against him, he entered the mouth of the cave. Pitch darkness consumed you both, the only sense you could rely on was the warmth of Lucifer’s touch and the crunch of his boots. Your body tensed, ready to have the both of you fall, or run into a wall, or something else predictably terrible. But before you could worry too much, the trail opened up into a much larger chamber.

The inside of the cave suddenly seemed to burst into light. The shift in brightness caused spots in your vision for a few moments. When it returned to normal, however, you couldn’t stop the gasp that followed.

Multicolored icicles, like shimmering iridescent crystals hung low from the cave ceiling. Light cast from various orbs of energy bounced around. They almost seemed like living creatures, moving slowly and gently in various directions, soft whispery vibrations coming from them as they passed by. Different arrays of hues drifted over the snow, arcing in several kaleidoscopic rainbows. Snow? This deep inside a cave? And near your feet, rich indigo flowers lined a path, the petals looking as if they were carved from glowing frost. They led the way towards a pre-set table adorned with lacy tablecloths, golden candles, and platinum silverware. Based off the smell, you could tell food had been prepared and was magically staying warm, waiting for your arrival. Soups, sandwiches, hot teas and ciders, and plenty of sweets tried beckoning you over with a wave of aromatic steam.

Magical would be an understatement.

You were let off the demon’s back to wander on your own. You cupped your hands as one of the wandering wisps drifted down towards you. You gently pushed it upwards, watching it languidly dance towards the roof. “Lucifer…” Your lips mouthed different letters before you recalled the language necessary to form words. “You have to stop doing stuff like this... You’re making the standards impossible for me to beat.”

For a split second, Lucifer almost seemed angry. It quickly transformed into hurt, and then once more into determination. Holding you from behind, chin on your shoulder, he started to stoke the dying embers of your pride. “How many times do I have to try to get it through to you, that you have already far exceeded my expectations? Being with me, talking with me, understanding me, waiting for me, loving me…they are far more than I ever felt like I deserved. This is but a small fraction of repayment towards that debt. No… Not a debt. My love for you cannot be compared to something so negative. A small drop in the ocean of my devotion, rather. If you simply tried to copy everything I did, you wouldn’t be you. I dream of you bringing me coffee in the mornings, of rubbing my shoulders after a long day, of a kiss on my cheek. To you, you might worry they are too simple, but for me, they mean everything. So please, I beg of you to drop all misgivings, and enjoy this time with me.”

Speechless, you quickly stowed away the part of you that tempted to taint your mind with insecurities. As you nodded, he gave your whole body a tight squeeze, swaying back and forth with you.

“If you really want to do something for me…” He turned you around to face him, chuckling a little as he used his gloved hand to remove some snowflakes from your face and hair. “You can say my favorite phrase.”

“’Stay out of trouble?’”

He rolled his eyes and squeezed your face. “Don’t be coy.”

With a huff, you moved his hands away. “Fine, fine. Here… I will do you one better.”

As if sensing your intentions, the light in the chamber dimmed, the soft glow of magic enhancing the intimacy. You brought your face up to meet his, your lips brushing over his own. His lips were normally soft, but today they were slightly cracked from the cold. The chapstick he encouraged you to put on earlier came in handy as you ensured it coated his own lips evenly. The air in the chamber shifted, and you could almost envision his wings fluttering behind him despite him not being in his demon form. “I love you.”

His entire demeanor melted. It was precious how just a few simple words could affect him so much. Perhaps that was his point he was trying to make earlier. What seemed as simple to you both meant worlds to the other…

If that was the case, just as he gave the world to you, you’d make his world spin over and over and over again.

“I adore you more than anything, my heart... Now… will you join me for a picnic in the snow?”

[gretavanflame]

Selfish Touch

Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

Cw: SMUT including: mutual masturbation, overstimulation, nipple play, hickeys, toys, blindfold, biting, kissing, light choking (this one is lightly edited so I apologize for any mistakes)

Summary: “Okay so” he lowers his voice, acting as if there are other people that might hear and be scandalized by his next words. “I got this… sort of arousal gel, if you wanna try it.”

Word Count: 2.5k

Jake peppers little kisses from your jaw to your neck, stopping short of your exposed breasts. Your cheeks burn from smiling and the touch tickles, making you squirm over the sheets.

“Jakeee, come on!” a giggle bubbles out of you, laced with a moan as his lips wrap around your skin to nip softly at it.

“Just be patient,” he purrs, nuzzling his nose just below your ear. 

You gently pull him off of you, taking his head in your hands to shake it side to side. “I’ve been patient! Just tell me the surprise!” 

He steadies himself with his hands on the bed, beginning to rise as he holds back a smile. His pressed lips crack after a beat, showing you his perfect pearly whites.

“Okay pretty girl” he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine.

His eyes drink you in as he stands, looking you up and down while his lips curl in mischief. Jake turns to rummage around in his dresser as heat rushes to your face.

You settle into the pillow, resting your hands on your stomach, watching dreamily as the muscles of his bare back flex and twist. His butt looks pretty cute in his underwear too, you think. 

Your mind wanders back to the last couple hours. The two of you- free of obligations for the day, tangled up in each other, mostly naked, whispering and giggling between soft, lingering kisses. The domesticity isn’t new to you, but the comfort is. His gaze doesn’t make you feel judged, his jokes don’t make you feel hurt, and his presence is always welcomed. In fact, he’s the first person you like being on display for, just like you are now.

He pulls a few items from the drawer then swivels around quickly, hiding them behind his back as his face holds an intriguing secret. He saunters back with the same lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“Now y/n” he warns, settling himself back on top of you so that he straddles your waist, being careful to put most of his weight on his knees. “This is your job, okay? Your steering wheel. You’re the captain babe.” 

Jake reveals the first item. Your vibrator wand. You squeal and reach for it, smiling bashfully as the anticipation spreads across your skin like a million tiny needles.

“Okay, what else what else!”

He chuckles, finding your impatience adorable. “So I ordered something online, and it finally came. It’s something I’ve wanted to try for a while…” he pauses, eyes flicking up to yours, garnering suspense.

Your eyebrows raise and you nod for him to go on. 

“And it may seem like this is for you, but just know… this is entirely for my benefit.”

“Okay…” you laugh, genuinely confused.

“Okay so” he lowers his voice, acting as if there are other people that might hear and be scandalized by his next words. “I got this… sort of arousal gel, if you wanna try it.” He chews on his lip, watching you intently to try and gauge your reaction as he hands you the clear bottle to inspect.

You can feel your heart thumping in your ears as you read the label. Excitement surges through you, although you try to play it cool. Jake watches you through lidded eyes and you can feel him hardening when he shifts his body over you. You look up to see its full outline through his tight boxers, and it looks swollen and aching. You wish desperately to taste it- feel its hot skin against your tongue. 

You smirk and look back at him with an eager nod.

“Andd…” he lilts, drawing out every drop of anticipation before leaning in and lowering his tone to a sultry mumble, right against the shell of your ear where you can feel his hot breath, “I got the edible kind.”

Another schoolgirl giggle trills out of you. “Of course you did Jake.” 

He smiles bashfully, pulling the third item from behind his back. He secures it in his fist and holds it out to you. You open his fist to find some balled up black cloth. 

You tilt your head in confusion and he looks amusedly back at you while you realize what it's for.

“Ohh. Ohhhh.” 

Jake's previous playful demeanor shifts to one of lust, and his voice drops again, “Do you trust me angel?”

“Yes Jake. I do.”

Jake brings the cloth up to your face, winking right before your world turns black and you feel his hands tie a knot behind your head. Just as he does so, his lips press firmly into yours and you kiss him back with a smile that stays glued to your face even after he pulls away. 

You make yourself comfortable, cheeks flushing red as you wait eagerly for his instruction.

Jake helps your wandering fingers find the button on the side of the vibrator. The toy whirrs to life and he scoots forward so that his clothed cock rests above the thin fabric covering your clit. His cock hardens as he grinds himself against you and you both let out a satisfied hum. 

“Make us both feel good, y/n.”

You bring the toy down to where your bodies meet, jolting as it hits your clit. You press it into the fabric, sighing at the immediate pleasure that washes over you. You feel Jake relax into the vibration, adjusting himself so that the underside of his cock lines up with the head of the toy. 

Jake places one hand firmly on the curve of your waist as his opposite hand opens the bottle with a click. Jake lets a bit of the gel drop over your nipple. 

“Ooh that's cold” you coo softly.

The pad of his thumb spreads the gel around in small circles over your hardening nipple. He massages your breast as his other hand slides up your body, stopping at your other. 

The gel is rubbed into your skin, leaving one boob feeling significantly colder than the other. His other hand squeezes the opposite breast, kneading the tissue gently, but with a softness that relaxes you. 

He takes his time, letting his hands feel every inch of your chest, and you realize then what he meant when he said this was for his benefit. After a few moments of his self indulgent touch, he puts the gel right over your other nipple.

You jump again, having not expected the sudden temperature shift. “You have to warn me, Jake” you chuckle.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” He questions, the smirk evident in his tone.

You focus your attention on the vibrator, feeling it soothe and rile you up all at the same time. You decide to have a little fun of your own, placing it on top of his cock, moving it up and down, trying to tease him. You move blindly, and unsure if you’re hitting the right spot, but you know you are when you feel him twitch against you. A clipped grunt escapes him.

You rub slow circles over him and he whimpers so softly that you wonder if you’ve imagined it. Your body reacts viscerally, stomach muscles contracting and core clenching. You can feel the vibrations through his body. They hit you softer, making you crave the feeling even more.

You find the side button, bumping it up to the next level as the vibrator rests right on him. You jump as you feel his hand grip your wrist tightly. He moves the toy back over to your clit.

A guilty smile appears on your face.

“Sorry…”

You begin to grow accustomed to cold air hitting your wet skin. Instead of the sensation being cold, it's more of a slight tingle. His hands continue to massage you in loose circles, and it’s then that you question whether or not this stuff works.

Just as the thought crosses your mind, with no warning, Jake’s calloused fingertips pinch both erect nipples. The pain shoots right to your core and your back arches off the bed, pulling a desperate moan from your lips- one you didn’t know you were capable of making. 

Jake’s voice rushes out, so thick with lust, it sounds like he’s experienced the feeling himself, “Did that feel good?”

“Yes” you gasp, chest rising with each breath. “So good, I don’t even- I don’t know. Just do it again, please.”

You can almost see the smirk on his face as he pauses his movements, opting instead to go back to his hands slowly caressing you. You only realize after a few seconds how hard you’re biting your lip. You release it from your teeth, and he does it again. 

The pleasure blooms and shoots all over you, shocking you with its intensity. You can feel yourself gushing already as the toy whirrs over your sensitive clit. You can hear Jake’s own labored breathing, and you imagine what he looks like- sweaty and flushed with desire.

“Oh my god…” you moan, still reeling from the sudden touch.

“You’re so fucking sexy, y/n…” Jake’s voice trails off, making him sound out of breath.

His fingers trace both areolas at the same time- the touch so light compared to before that you’re practically pushing your chest into it. He rolls his knuckles over the hardened buds, going slow and gentle. 

He lets his hands wander, running them up and down your stomach, to your waist, to your neck. You feel the tiny thrusts of his hips as he grinds himself into the vibrator and you. One hand slides up to your neck, wrapping it around to put slight pressure on the sides as his thumb rubs over your Adam's apple.

“Fuck” you whimper.

You feel him shift, and seconds later something warm and wet glides over your nipple. You moan loudly, as your body jerks forward. 

“More” is all you manage to say when his tongue laps over you again. 

It’s a new feeling, and in contrast to the gel’s coldness it feels like fire. His hand wraps around your breast, holding it in place so his tongue can come down to deliver slow laps. His tongue lingers, circling around your nipple at a pace so slow you swear he’s trying to kill you. Your legs tremble as you move the vibrator, hitting a new angle that pulls you steadily closer. 

Jake lets go and blows cool air directly on your wet skin. He connects his lips, parting them to take your nipple in his mouth where he sucks it harshly. He releases it, making a loud squelching sound.

“Your tongue feels so good Jake” you manage to mumble, voice coming out shaky.

“My cock is so hard right now. I fucking want you.”

Jake secures his mouth on you again, this time letting his teeth lightly graze you. A whimper, unforgivingly high pitched floats off your tongue, but there’s no room to feel ashamed when he does it again to the other. 

He spoils you, licking and sucking your nipple until you feel yourself right on the edge. He stops. A second later a ball of spit lands to the right of your breast and he runs his tongue along, bringing it right to the center of your nipple. Just the tip of his tongue flicks over you while his fingers pinch and squeeze at the other. The contrasting sensations blend together perfectly and you moan again.

You feel his hips start to rock harder, just enough that you start to pick up on it. He groans around your nipple, sucking it hard enough to elicit a hiss from your gritted teeth. You start to move the vibrator in small circles over your clit as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Jake senses the shift. His mouth crashes against your skin, licking and sucking faster. He moves back and forth from each breast, leaving no time for you to adjust to the different feelings. He pushes his hips along you harder. Absentmindedly as he bites your sensitive bud again. 

“I’m gonna cum..” your voice trails off, chest lifting off the bed once more.

Jake lays his tongue flat, running it along your nipple one final time while his hand squeezes your other breast. With one loud groan vibrating your skin, you break apart. 

First it's your legs that start to tremble. Then your mouth gapes open and your eyes roll back. It’s more intense than any other orgasm you’ve ever had. The stimulation from his tongue bursts forth unexpectedly. It comes from a place settled so deep inside you when it finally hits the surface. You can feel your pussy clenching and contracting as your legs try to open, with Jake still clamping them shut.

He grabs the toy out of your hand, bumping up the setting and forcing it closer to your sensitive clit. You cry out, rocking on the bed as your hand tries to push him away. You sound broken as you moan his name over and over, desperate for some type of mercy. Finally he lets go and the toy falls to the bed beside you. 

Your whole body feels numb, but alive as Jake kisses your chest once more. His tongue is careful as he trails his lips back up to your face. They land back on yours and you part your lips. He kisses you deeply, both of you moaning into the other. His tongue licks along the inside of your mouth and yours kisses into his. His hand cups your jaw as he draws out the kiss. He releases your lips as his hand lazily pulls off the blind fold.

The light hits your eyes harshly and you open them to find him smiling back at you. A sheen of sweat paints his hairline and his eyes look tired, but satisfied. 

“Hey, how are you?” he asks all too casually.

You laugh, pushing his shoulder as he climbs off of you. Your breath is still uneven as you look down at the scene before you. You feel your soaking wet underwear, and your sore chest that's wet with his kiss. 

Jake falls into the bed beside you and you turn to climb on top of him. He instantly grabs your thighs, running his hands up and down them. You bite your lip as you gaze at his beautiful face. He catches your eyes, dropping his to smirk at your chest again.

“Hey, do you need to be anywhere important tomorrow?” Jake asks.

You squint your eyes accusingly before asking with a certain air of caution, “Yes… why?”

“Oh ok… ok. That’s fine. You do happen to have some nice turtlenecks right?” Jake's cheeks flush as he smiles a guilty smile.

“Jake!!” 

You scramble off the bed to look in the nearest mirror. Mouth dropping as you see at least 20 tiny red circles decorating your neck and chest.

You take a deep breath, turning cooly back to him. He looks almost frightened as you put on a smirk yourself.

“Pay back time” you state as your lips find him.

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[st-hedge]

*wheezing and heaving* *shoves metal gear solid and nier automata into a blender* *slams the shitass smoothie into pint glass* *hysterically throws it back* i finished the line up. im at peace now

[macksartblock]

weird timing but s1 dads and their bastard fathers (and frank)

[zivazivc]

a collection of old doodles and forgotten wips

[peasant-player]

I'm so happy right know I could cry.

A long time ago I lost every bit of hope to get back to drawing. Everything I started felt wrong.

I had a break from drawing for over 10 years. And before that I was struggling to get better and I was not happy :(

I see all the amazing art out there and I never used social media before,so I just looked and maybe liked something and then I stumbled over @thelien-art blog.

Who does this super cool challenge where you can draw a pic of her own in your style!!

And she is so nice to all of the artists who do that challenge despite them not being the best or having perfect styles.

So I thought I could do that challenge. And I did.

And she reacted to it! Kind and so wholesome.

And I had a new goal. To do my art and hope that I get some positive reaction,some chatting and to make someone happy with it.

I don't get so many views or hearts or reblogs and I don't think even 1 of my post has reached a 100 whatever. More important was for me

To find mutuals who are happy when I post something.

I don't need many I just wanted some who like me and my stuff.

And I found them. I want to give a special shout out to @erendur @serene-faerie @dfwbwfbbwfbwf @starshadeemilyart and of course @tar-thelien.

I would have stopped drawing like I always do but you guys headcanons, fun comments and interactions make me keep going !

And the Tolkien fandom especially the Silmarillion fandom is so freaking kind. I love being part of this community ❤️

[gobstoppr]

hey guys am i allowed to say on main that i dont like metadad . am i gonna get beaten up for saying this.

guys i think we all took the term found family too literally and now everythings flattened into a boring nuclear family. guys can we stop. hello . is anybody there

[shushposting]

[the-casbah-way]

even though i really love what hrt is doing to me it has made me so self conscious because i know my body is changing more visibly now and i don't like the idea that people who know me very well will be able to see that. i just hate the idea of people looking at me. and i worry that the people i care about will like me less the more they look at me because i'm ugly

[corcnaiism]

;-- we listen and we don't judge: i actually hate human bill

[dragonofeternal]

I'm so discouraged about Nano this year...

Like, obviously I wasn't gonna donate any damn money or buy any merch with everything that happened this year + last year, even though Killian and I used to BOTH donate yearly.

But I still wanted to do the challenge because... I dunno! Killian and I have been doing it pretty regularly for the past decade, and we've both done it intermittently for even longer. It's a good way to make myself sit down and bust out a bunch of words before winter hits and the long nights tank my productivity. It feels good to bust out a bunch of shit!

This year I just... ugh.

The website is broken as fuck. They bungled their store and instead are doing dropshipping of the MOST generic merch they've had in years. The forums are STILL locked and unusable because they've decided it's too hard to have them open. Every fucking word out of their mouths on social media feels like it's pointing fingers at participants for being too hard on Nano and not caring enough.

Their social media message about today's website issues really made me see red, ESPECIALLY the third paragraph:

For those of you who aren't hardcore Nano peeps, you maybe don't know about the website update- but in 2017 they held a fundraiser to do a big overhaul of the website, which was dated but still very functional. (Well, the whole having to delete the entire forum every year thing was super janky but like. It still worked.) The fundraiser raised $57,320 to fund a new website. In 2019 they rolled out said website.

And it fucking sucks.

Like, the new Nano website is pretty universally despised. It's laggy, it's not intuitively laid out, and it just kinda generally enshittified something dated but functional in a way that's hard to describe.

And the forums? Hope you enjoy a shittily implemented instance of Discourse! They, too, are somehow far harder to navigate than they were before. I loved hanging out on the Nano forums, but each year they are less and less active, probably because they suck to use! And, maybe this is a small stupid thing, but I hate that it no longer gives you the word count for your comment as you type. It was such a little touch, but seeing my word count go up on my comment was both inspiring (wow! Look at how easily you can write all those words!) and a little shaming (oh wow I really did just write a 500 word comment instead of 500 words of prose.... I should probably go do that....) in a way that was really effective at getting me motivated!

And they have the fucking gall to go "OUR LAST UPDATE WAS IN 2019 AND IT JUST WASN'T GOOD, GEE GUYS YOU CAN JUST LOOK AND SEE THAT OUR TECH IS BAD~" Motherfucker you collectively received $57 grand to redo the website and gave us back crap for it!!!

And so with all that going on plus, ya know, the racism, the child grooming, the bad AI takes, etc etc etc I just am having a hard time getting jazzed about busting out a bunch of words in an ill-advised madcap dash! You can write a shit ton of words at any time of year, but Nanowrimo's sense of community made it feel electric and fun and like an Event. But now I don't have that. I just feel bloopy and frustrated and unmotivated and like this is not even "The beginning of the end" but the limping, sagging middle act of the end that should have been taken out in edits.

SIGH.

I'm gonna go try to write some anime boys fucking now and see if that lifts my spirits....

[britneyshakespeare]

genuinely also curious from other ppl who have drawn from live models. whenever i talk about this experience ppl ask me if the models were all attractive and young and in-shape. in my figure drawing class only two of the regular models could somewhat fit that description. most of them were middle-aged or older people of ordinary (but diverse) proportions. like my experience may not be representative but i find it curious that ppl hear about modelling for a drawing class and wonder if that's like a hot 20-something job. it doesn't seem to be lol

[sangrenfreude]

i love cj!evelin they're so gender

[neil-jortson]

I cannot begin to describe my level of confusion rn