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Kinktober ‘24 || Day 4

NSFW || MDNI

feet | double penetration | nipple play

Zhongli x gender neutral!reader

Notes: Fun fact, this was the first nsfw thing I EVER wrote. (Also yes day 2 is still fighting with me leave me alone)

Masterlist . Kink list

The conversation happened late one night in his apartment above the funeral parlour. Both of you were a few cups deep in the Osmanthus Wine Zhongli always kept stocked, likely the only reason you even ended up on this topic in the first place.

“Didn’t you used to be the God of War, or something?” you asked him, lazily sprawled across his bed.

Zhongli sat prim and proper in his desk chair with only the light blush dusting his cheeks giving away his inebriation. “Indeed I was,” he replied, eyes half lidded as he propped his cheek on his fist. For a man so composed, seeing the slightest loss of said composure looked almost scandalous. Even the way his jacket and waistcoat was removed, tie loosened and hanging low, made him look completely undressed. “And in some ways, I suppose some parts of me always will be.”

“But… you’re so tame.” You lifted your head slightly, meeting his eyes. “I don’t think anyone would believe a god of war has the demeanour of a retired old man.”

“I am a retired old man.” He chuckled, watching you intently. “But I was not always like this. I believe what you’re picturing is how I was in my youth.”

During the archon war, he did not say. But you heard it nonetheless.

Curiously, you rolled over on your stomach, keeping your head up so you could get a better look at him. “So what were you like back then? Feral? Hotheaded? Ravaging anyone you came across?”

“In more ways than one,” Zhongli muttered, and you were sure you had misheard him.

Did he just—

Was he implying—

Blinking, you sat up, hopelessly fascinated by the turn this conversation was taking. Whether it was the alcohol or a stroke of insanity, Zhongli acted like what he had said was perfectly par for the course. Testing the waters, you decided to be as blunt as possible, to see if it would snap him out of the nonchalance or if his confession was truly a calculated one.

“So the old man knows how to fuck,” you said. “Gotta admit, I didn’t expect that.”

If anything, his low chuckle grew more devious. Hiding a smirk behind his palm, he gave you an almost smug look. “When you have lived for as long as I have… there’s not much you haven’t experienced.”

Okay, he was definitely drunker than he looked. But then again, so were you if you were encouraging this madness.

“What exactly do those experiences include?”

“…would you like a demonstration?”

Fuckkkk. What the hell was happening?

Before you could even begin to process, he stood up and began walking towards you. Gloved fingers tracing down the buttons of his shirt, he began undoing them as he loomed over where you sat on the bed. Hardly believing your luck that he was actually going through with this, you shuffled back to make room for him to crawl over you, eagerly assisting him with the rest of his shirt.

If you thought he was undressed before, now he was positively debauched. His open shirt hung from his broad frame, revealing tanned skin and the rippling muscles from millennia of physical training. Peeking out from the shoulders were black scales, and you knew the coloring would extend down under his sleeves to the rest of his arms, inked with those elegant golden patterns he kept hidden: a sign of his divinity he couldn’t hide even like this.

As his head ducked down, lips angling to meet yours, you couldn’t help reaching out to feel, to place your palms against the hard planes of his chest, gliding across the smooth skin. And then, as your touch gravitated to the dusky brown peaks of his nipples, thumbs absentmindedly brushing over the buds, Zhongli jerked back.

His body jolted like a current had passed through it, the sound ripped from his throat deep and guttural and obscene. His head had fallen back, the long expanse of his throat and trembling Adam's apple free for your eyes to feast on.

“What..?” He panted, head lolling to the side as he tried to turn his gaze back to you. “What did you just..?”

Fascinated by the reaction, you lightly brushed it again— just one this time —only to have him cry out once more. “Was this not included in your experience?” You asked, grinning slyly. “You’ve never had your nipples touched?”

“My—” You didn’t let him finish, twisting them this time. Zhongli grunted, hips bucking harshly as he doubled over. The hands he had placed on your shoulders were the only thing keeping him from falling into you entirely. “But this form… I’m not a woman…” He spoke in between his struggles for air, face pinched like the pleasure he was feeling was painful.

“Is that what you think? That only women feel good from this?” As if to prove your point, you pressed down on one of his nipples, rubbing circles on it with the pad of your thumb. Finally collapsing, his head fell onto your shoulder, unable to hold himself up as his body writhed with the sensations you were administering. “Plenty of men find it enjoyable to be touched here. And you seem especially—” You meanly flicked one of the hardened buds, causing him to sputter, choking at the intensity of the feeling. “—sensitive.”

It was heady, having this powerful man, this god who’s lifespan was incomprehensible to your mortal mind, fall apart so beautifully in your lap. All he could do was cling to you while his body wracked with pleasure, helpless as you played with his nipples, an unrelenting and merciless attack.

“Can’t—” He groaned, breath picking up even more as he started muttering in your ear. “You need to stop, or I’ll— ‘M gonna—”

Instead of stopping, you had a better idea. Pushing him slightly, just so he was upright again in front of you, you met Zhongli’s lust-drunk (and regular drunk) gaze with your own wicked one. Without warning, you pressed your lips to his nipple, sealing them around the peak, and sucked.

You had no idea it was possible for Zhongli’s rich, dulcet tones to get so high. He mewled, clinging to your arms so tightly you felt the pricks of his claws through your clothes— they must have extended through the material of his gloves, as out of it as he was. Tremors ran through him as his hips snapped forward and he came, chanting your name under his breath. Slumping into you once again, he let himself try to catch his breath as you released his abused nipples from your torture. Snaking your arms around his waist, you held him tight to your chest, already planning your next move.

You were nowhere near done with him; the two of you were in for quite a fun night.

[mymindcreatedthis]

Don’t Pull Out 18+

Reader x Millie Bright

Warning: Smut, Teasing, Daddy kink, R doming Millie, Millie Receiving, clit teasing, Millie begging, rough sex, blow job, throat pie, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, Spanking, Hair pulling, squirting, Handjob, ab teasing, ab riding, positions: Doggy, Missionary, On Side, 3 legged dog

Word count: 7K

*Y/n's pov*

It was the 7th day of camp. I was the new girl/ rookie for England I've been super shy and quiet whenever Millie is around or In the room. She would always try to make small talk with me but I would always stutter while talking. I would always get nervous and embarrass myself.

Leah and the girls would always tease me and bust my balls about it. We are currently at weight lifting we were doing stretches. Millie was bending over in front of me, giving me a full view of her ass. I bite my lip as I check out her ass.

Fuck her ass looked amazing in those shorts. I could see the outline of her panties, Millie looks in the mirror and smirks when she sees me checking out her ass. She giggles and gives her ass a little shake.

"See something you like?" She asks teasing as she shakes her ass.

I blush darkly, I smile and shake my head. "S-Shut up." I stutter.

We finish stretching, I was lost in thought and thinking about being balls deep inside Millie's ass. I'm brought back to reality when I feel someone gently tap my shoulder.

I turn and see Millie, I blush and immediately get nervous. "H-Hey Mills." I say.

Millie smiles at my nick name for her. "Hey Y/n can you be my gym buddy?" Millie asks me.

I smile. "S-Sure, I can spot you and work out with you." I say.

We start working out, I stand above Millie and watch/ help guide the bar as she does her reps. Our pinkies touch and rub against each other as I hold the bar.

I bite my lip, my eyes roam her body. I get turned as I see her panties in her white shorts, her shorts were riding up a bit and I could see the slight outline of her folds. My eyes trail up to her and as her shirt rides up a bit revealing her sweaty toned abs.

God I would love to kiss and suck you n her abs and hear her moan my name. I help her rack the weight when she finishes her set and we swap.

*Millie's Pov*

I smile a bit as our pinkies touch and rub against each other. I blush as I see her eyes roam my body, I blush even more when my shirt rides up exposing my toned sweaty abs.

I bite my lip when I hear Y/n let out a small moan. I look up and bite my lip as I notice her bulge, her bulge was kinda in my face. Fuck she looked huge, I let out a quiet moan and squeeze my thighs together and get wet at the thought about her being balls deep inside me.

I finish my set and we swap. Y/n adds more weight, oh my god she was about to lift 275 lbs! I bite my lip and get even more wet. She lays down on the bench and grabs the bar and begins doing her set.

I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together as her bulge was more visible now since she was laying down. I couldn't stop checking out and thinking about her being balls deep inside me.

I bite my lip as her shirt as her shirt rides up even more giving me a full view of her tatted toned sweaty abs made me even more wet.

Her tattoos were really sexy. She was covered in old school colored tattoos. "Y-You got a lot of tattoos." I say as I get soaking wet.

I admire her beautiful toned tatted body. Y/n chuckles a bit. "Yeah it's both a gift and a curse. It's a gift cause it cool art going on your body but it's a curse because after your first one you crave more." She says.

Y/n finishes her set and racks the weight. She sits up and takes off her shirt, and sets it off to the side. I bit my lip and check out her toned ripped back.

Fuck she was covered in tattoos like Alexia and Mapi maybe even had more than them. She even had leg sleeves, she had tattoos on her back, chest, abs, arm sleeves, on her hands and fingers.

Y/n smiles as me. "I like your ink as well." Y/n says.

She wipes the sweat off her face with her shirt. I smile and blush at her comment. "Thanks love."

Y/n smiles. "You're welcome."

After another 30 minutes of working out our session ends. We grab our things and leave the weight room and go up to our rooms. I strip out of my dirty sweaty clothes.

I turn on the shower and get in, I close my eyes and stand under the water and let the water soak my hair and body. I lower my hand and run my fingers through my folds.

I moan as I think about Y/n. I moan as I slip in a finger and slowly finger myself, I moan as I picture Y/n balls deep inside me.

"Mmm fuck." I moan as Y/n slips in her length deep inside me. I moan as I take her length deep inside me.

I moan and slip in a second finger and finger myself a bit faster.

I moan as all of her inches are inside me. I take a moment to adjust to her size. "M-Move." I moan.

I moan as Y/' slowly thrusts in and out of me. "Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans. She rests her head against mine as she continues to bottom out in my pussy. "Fuck baby, you're soaking wet." Y/n moans.

I moan, I curl my fingers and finger myself faster.

"Gah fuck." I moan as my walls clench around her as she continues to fuck me. I moan as her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I moan and finger myself faster and roughly massage my tits.

"Mmm faster Y/n." I moan.

Y/n giggles and moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder. I gasp and moan loudly in pleasure as she hits my g spot. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum." I moan In pleasure.

I moan as Y/n cums inside me. I gasp and moan as her cum spurts inside me and paints my walls white.

I moan and cum all over my fingers. I clean off my hands, I get cleaned up and rinse off. I turn off the shower, I dry off and get dressed. I finish up in the bathroom and lay down in bed.

I turn on the tv, I set an alarm and end up falling asleep. My alarm goes off I turn it off and look at the time. 5:15 pm, we had dinner at 5:30 pm.

I get up and start getting ready. I brush my hair and teeth. I put my slides on, I grab my phone and key card and go down to the cafe. I sit at a table I mess around on my phone, 5:20 pm rolls around and the girls start coming in.

Y/n, Beth, Leah, Georgia and Rachel sit at the table with me. We get our food and make small talk as we eat our food.

I sit there quietly and eat my food and listen to the girls conversation. Y/n rubs my thigh with her thumb gently.

"Hey you okay baby?" She asks concerned.

I was shocked by the sudden confidence. She was always shy and quiet, I honestly kinda liked this side of her. "Yeah sorry just in my own world." I say chuckling a bit.

Y/n smiles and nods. "Okay." She smiles and keeps her hand on my thigh but didn't care. Y/n finishes her food, she grabs her phone, I notice that she was texting me. I grab my phone and check it, as it pings.

Y/n: Do you want to come back to mine with me after dinner and watch movies? I got a 24 pack of beer.

Me: Yeah, I'd like that.

Y/n: Cool, follow me after dinner back up to mine.

I look over at Y/n and smile, Y/n looks at me and smiles back. Y/n smiles back at me, we turn off our phones and continue eating our food. 10 more minutes go by, we finish eating and go back to Y/n's room.

Y/n unlocks the door and we go in. She closes the behind us and locks it. We put on a movie and crack open our first beer. We both laugh as she tells the story of how she fucked the new athletic trainer when she was playing in college.

"No you didn't, you're lying." I say.

Y/n laughs and downs more of her beer. "No it's true. It really happened."

"Did you guys ever get together afterwards?" I ask.

Y/n smiles and nods. "Yeah we were together for 3 years." Y/n says.

Y/n drinks more of her beer. I smile at her comment, she smiles and interlocks our fingers. I look at our hands and smile. We finish our first beer and crack open a 2nd one, I drink half my beer We cuddle and put on another movie.

*Y/n's Pov*

I cuddle with Millie as we watch the second movie. We continue watching the movie 6 beers in we both are a bit buzzed. Millie smiles and slips her hand under my shirt and teases my abs.

I bite my lip as she does this. "I saw you checking me out earlier. When are you gonna grow a pair of balls and make your move?" Millie asks teasing me.

I smirk, I reach over and tease her clit over her shorts and panties. Millie gasps and moans as I do this. "Mmm I'd bet you like that huh?" I ask her.

Millie smirks and straddles my lap. Millie moans as I tease her clit over her shorts and panties again. She moans and roughly massages her tits and slowly grinds against my bulge.

I moan as she grinds against bulge. I sit up, I wrap my arms around her and make out with her. Millie smiles against my lips and kisses back.

I moan in the kiss as she continues to grind against my bulge. I moan and get hard from the friction, I moan and blush as my boner pokes and rub against her ass.

Millie smirks and breaks the kiss. "Mmm you're really hard baby. I can feel you throbbing against my ass." She says.

I blush darkly at her comment. "S-Sorry." I stutter.

Millie smirks, she makes out with me. I smirk against her lips and kiss back, Millie slips off my shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side.

Millie lays me back on the bed, she slides her shorts and panties off and tosses them off to the side.

*Millie's Pov*

I slip off Y/n's shirt and bra and litter them on the ground around the bed. I take off my shorts and panties and toss them off to the side. I straddle Y/n's abs, Y/n bites her lip and places her hand on my hips.

"Mm you're soaking wet baby. I can feel your juices on my abs." She says.

I giggle, I place my hands on her tits steading myself. I bite my lip and Moan as I slowly grind against her abs. Y/n bites her lip and squeezes my ass. I moan as she does this, and grind against her abs a bit faster.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Y/n smirks. "You look so sexy grinding against my abs." Y/n says.

"Fuck, ugh I couldn't resist. I kept fantasizing about them when I first saw them." I moan.

I moan, I massage her tits roughly and grind against her abs faster. I moan and lock eyes with he as I continue to grind against her abs.

I moan in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. The urge to cum was getting stronger, Y/n smirks as she sees my legs shake and buckle in pleasure. My stomach flexes.

"Someone need to cum?" Y/n asks teasing me.

"So fucking bad." I moan In pleasure.

I moan, I can't take it anymore and let go and cum all over her abs and squirt as well. Y/n giggles and bites her lip as I cum and squirt on her abs, some of my juices go on Y/n's tits.

I moan and slowly grind against Y/n's abs riding out my high. I moan and smirk as I come down from my high. "F-Fuck, that was amazing." I moan.

Y/n giggles She grabs my shirt and pulls me down and makes out with me. I smile against her lips and kiss back, I break the kiss and smirk as I get an idea. I turn and sit on her stomach/under boobs I grab her dick over her shorts and rub her bulge. Y/n moans in pleasure as I do this.

I hit my lip and slide her shorts and boxers down her legs and toss them off to the side. Her dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement.

"Fuck baby girl, you're huge." I say.

I spit on her dick, I wrap my hand around her dick and slowly stroke her dick.

*Y/n's Pov*

I blush darkly as Millie slides my shorts and boxers down my legs, my dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement.

"Fuck baby girl, you're huge." Millie says.

Millie leans down and spits on my dick and wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I moan and place my hand on her ass and grip her ass. Millie moans and giggles and strokes my dick a bit faster.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure as Millie continues to give me a hand job.

"Like that daddy? Me sitting on your abs and stroking your dick?" Millie Cutely questions.

"Mmm fuck, feels so fucking good." I moan in pleasure.

I moan as Millie plays with my balls and strokes my dick faster. I moan and grips the sheets as Millie continues to stroke my dick.

*Millie's pov*

I bite my lip as I get super wet, my juices coat Y/n's abs as I sit on them and continue to stroke her dick. I bite my lip and smirk as some of her precum leaks out. I can feel her throbbing she really needed a release.

I bite my lip as Y/n squeezes my ass, I bite my lip and moan and she spanks my ass. Y/n cutely moans and grips the bed sheets.

"Mmm fuck Millie baby, I'm close." Y/n moans in pleasure.

I smirk and continue to play with her balls as I stroke her dick faster. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." Y/n moans in pleasure.

Fuck she was huge, I was fighting the urge to take her inside me and make her finish inside me. "Cum baby girl. Be a good girl and cum for me." I say.

I stroke Y/n's dick and play with her balls. Y/n moans loudly in pleasure. I smirk and giggle as cum spurts all over my fingers and hand and lands on Y/n's lap and Abs. Her cum lands on my thigh and some goes on the sheets.

"Woah look at that, fuck that was a sexy cum shot." I giggle and lick her cum off my fingers and wipe the rest of her cum off on my shorts. I giggle and get off her, Y/n lays there and moans as cum slowly oozes out of her dick as she comes down from her high.

*Y/n's pov*

I blush darkly as I come down from my high. I grab Millie's hips and flip us around, Millie giggles and squeals as I do this. I lay her on the bed and let between her legs on my stomach. I smirk, I come back up and kiss her, Millie smiles against my lips and kisses back.

I break the kiss, I kiss her neck. "Mm so beautiful." I say.

Millie giggles and moans as I kiss and suck on her neck leaving hickys. I kiss from her neck down to her chest, I kiss and suck on her boobs and leave hickys on her boobs.

Millie moans in pleasure as I do this. I kiss her boobs down to her toned stomach/ abs. I kiss and suck on her stomach and abs leaving a few hickys. Millie moans as I do this, I kiss from her stomach down to her stomach down to her shorts and stop at her shorts.

I look up at her silently asking for permission. Millie nods, I slide her shorts down her legs and toss them off to the side. I kiss abs suck in her inner thighs, Millie moans and runs her fingers through my hair.

I lick her folds. "Mmm fuck." Millie moans. I smirk, I slip in a finger and slowly finger get as I begin to eat her out.

"Fuck Y/n." Millie moans.

she massages her boobs and grinds against my finger and face as I continue to eat her out. I slip in a second finger and finger go a bit faster as I eat her out.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Right there." Millie moans.

Millie rests her legs on my shoulders and wraps her thighs around my head a bit as I continue to eat her out and finger her faster I feel her walls clench around fingers letting me know that she was close to cumming. Millie moans in pleasure and cutely grips the sheets.

*Millie's Pov*

I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Y/n fingers me faster as she continues to eat me out. I moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure.

"Holy shit, Fuck daddy." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n sucks on my clit as she fingers me faster. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck....Y/n baby I'm gonna cum." I moan.

Y/n continues to suck on my clit and fingers me even faster than before. I can't take it anymore, I cum all over Y/n's fingers, face, and chin. Y/n helps me ride out my high.

Y/n smirks, she takes her fingers out of me. Y/n licks and sucks my juices off her fingers and wipes my juices off her face. Y/n comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

"Mmm you taste amazing baby." Y/n says.

I smile and kiss her. "Fuck you really know how to eat a girl out." I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath.

"Breathe baby, catch your breath. We will continues once you get your breath back." Y/n smirks teasing my folds with her fingers.

I moan as she does this. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." I moan.

Fuck Millie was super wet. I smirk and tease her folds as she tries to catch her breath. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." Millie cutely moans.

I giggle. "Sorry baby."

Millie catches her breath and flips us around. She was on top now. "Your turn now, I wanna get a taste of that dick."

Millie kisses me deeply, I smile in the kiss and kiss her back. Millie breaks the kiss and kisses my neck. I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving a few hickys. I moan as she leaves some hickys on my neck.

I moan as she leaves hickys on my neck claiming me. Fuck I really wanted her to claim me and make me hers. Millie kisses my neck down to my chest.

Millie kisses and sucks in my chest and boobs leaving hickys. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Millie kisses my chest down to my toned stomach and abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys, I moan in pleasure as she does this and run my fingers through her hair. Millie's hair was in a ponytail, I take the hair tie out of her hair and let her hair down.

"Mmm sexy." I say.

Millie giggles and kisses my bulge over my shorts, I moan as she does this, she playfully tugs at the waist band of my shorts silently asking for permission. I nod, Millie slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

My dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement. "Wow baby you're huge." Millie says measuring my dick with her forearm.

I blush darkly at her comment. "T-Thanks." I stutter a bit.

Millie licks her palm, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I moan as she does this.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Millie giggles and strokes my dick a bit faster, I moan in pleasure once I'm hard Millie takes my dick in her mouth and slowly bobs her head.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Millie hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster as she starts playing with my balls. I moan in pleasure and run my fingers through her hair.

"Mmm shit." I moan.

The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, I moan and hold her hair up in a pony tail as she continues to give me head.

"F-Fuck." I moan as she bobs her head faster. "Fuck Millie, just like that." I moan.

Millie sucks the soul out of my dick and bobs her head faster and massages my balls, I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Millie baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Millie continues to give me head, I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Millie chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth, Millie swallows my load and sucks me dry. Millie collects every last of my cum.

My dick falls from her mouth, Millie smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin.

I smile and rub her chin. "Swallow my cum baby."

Millie smiles and swallows my cum. "Mmm daddy you taste good." Millie says.

I smirk as I get an idea, I pick up Millie and pin her against the wall. Millie smiles, she gets the idea. She wraps her leg around my back, I smirk. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. Millie moans in pleasure as she takes my dick inside her tight wet pussy.

I smirk and kiss her, Millie pulls me a bit closer to her. We both moan in pleasure as this causes me to go a bit deeper inside her.

We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her. "Mmm fuck baby. You're so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Millie giggles and moans. "F-Faster."

I nod and moan as I thrust into her faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Fuck...Fuck....Fuck." Millie squeaks out with each thrust.

I moan and thrust into her harder and faster. I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy.

Millie’s mouth hangs open, I start to pound her g spot. Millie moans and screams in pleasure as I hit her g spot. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt." Millie  moans in pleasure.

I smirk. I moan and continue to thrust in and out of her faster as I continue to pound her g spot. I reach down and tease and slap her clit. "Oh fuck." Millie shouts as she squirts like crazy all over my dick, my thigh, my abs and all over the ground.

I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy, Millie moans and shudders as I do this. I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continue to thrust in and out of her even harder and faster than before.

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Millie cries out in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Ahhh I'm close." I moan.

"Me too." Millie moans.

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Millie know that I'm close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Millie  moans begging for my load as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"M-Millie baby I'm gon-" I try to warn in her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #1:

I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Millie moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white. Some of my cum drips out and drips onto the floor.

"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Millie moans in pleasure.

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss I slowly thrust in and out of her as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum immediately pours out of her and onto the ground. Cum glazes her folds, coats her thighs, some of the cum drips onto my dick.

Millie smiles and kisses me deeply and lovingly. I smile against her lips and kiss back. Millie walk me back to the bed, my legs hit the bed and she pushes me back onto the bed. Millie joins me on the bed and lays on her side and spreads her legs a bit giving me access to her wet pussy.

Millie scoots her ass back against me and lifts her leg up a bit. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Millie moans as she takes my dick deep inside her. "Mmm so tight and wet." I moan in pleasure.

"Mm you're really deep in there." Millie moans.

*Millie’s pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me. I can feel her throbbing inside me. She really needed a release.

I moan and rest my head against hers. I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me.

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy when her cute moans as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster and a bit harder. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy you're really deep in me." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room.

She was so sexy when she was a Dom. Fuck her being Dom made my legs wake and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in pleasure my walls clench around her. It's only been 20 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm so close, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as  feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to hit my g spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure. "Mm fuck, so tight." Y/n cutely moans In pleasure.

I wrap my arm around her, I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy.

I moan and kiss her deeply we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder.

My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was super hard and needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release.

My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. I feel my walls clench around her dick.

"Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick. Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, Yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face, her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. " cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Millie giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Millie moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Millie cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Millie moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Millie ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes onto the bed.

We both moan and laugh there Panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you can really make a girl cum." Millie pants out.

I giggle at her comment and kiss her. "Mmm so can you." I say.

Millie catches her breath. She moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours.

"Come on I'm not done yet. Come on daddy one more round." Millie says shaking her ass.

I bite my lip, and check out her ass as she shakes it. I smirk, I get up and get behind her.

I slap her ass, Millie moans and jumps as I slap her ass.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank me." Millie moans.

She moans as I slap her ass again. I smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy.

"Such a good slut." I moan as I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Millie squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Millie moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Millie moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster as I pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long babe. Ugh your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Millie giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Millie moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit....me too." Millie moans.

I moan loudly my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in plans her walls clench around my dick.

Millie throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Millie baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Millie moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Millie screams in pleasure and squirts again. Millie squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets.

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls as Millie goes faster and faster.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Millie moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck I feel so full." Millie moans.

I smirk, I help Millie ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Millie moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kisses her ass.

I flip her around and lay her in Missionary, I smile and kiss her. Millie smiles and kisses back.

"Catch your breath love. Once you catch your breath we'll continue." I say.

Millie smiles and nods, she runs her fingers through my hair and smiles. We lay there smiling as we look into each other's eyes.

"You have beautiful green eyes baby." Millie says.

I smile. "Thank you baby. I love your eyes too." I smile and gently stroke her cheek. "I could look into your eyes for hours, they're so captivating." I say.

Millie smiles. "I could look into your eyes for hours too baby."

Millie smirks, she bites her lip and spreads her legs and lays in missionary. "I've been a good girl daddy. Think you owe me the rest of your cum."

I bite my lip, fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. "You know the rule daddy. No pulling out." Millie says seductively.

I rub my dick through her folds. I slowly slide my dick inside her, we both moan as she takes my length back deep inside her cum filled pussy.

I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. "M-Move." Millie moans.

I rest my head against Millie's and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Millie's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moan and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I was as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my pussy. Give me your thick warm load."

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Millie moans in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Millie giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Millie moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #4:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Millie. Millie moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Millie moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Millie ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Millie pants out.

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes. 

We smile, we kiss and cuddle. We lay there and cuddle and continue watching movies the rest of the night. Morning comes we brush our teeth, we get ready for the day, Millie borrows some of my clothes.

I smirk and grab her panties. “I’m keeping these.” I say and take a big whiff of them. Millie giggles, she blushes darkly and nods.

I toss her panties in my bag. We leave the room and get coffee and breakfast.

[ticklygiggles]

A curious fishie and a Sea God | Rafayel x Reader

A/N: @homurasturtle thank you sooo muuuchh for your kind support ��️❤️❤️!!! I loooove so much talking to you about our cute love and deepspace boys skskdkf I hope you enjoy this one! I loved wrecking- ah, I mean... writing this little fishie ❤️ thank you again!

Summary: it's hard to be a ticklish god.

Words: 1k+

It was a little funny, but also a little unbelievable. From the first moment, you thought that the symbols on his body were part of him, that they were tattooed in his epidermis like a birthmark, but what was your surprise when one day, very early in the morning, you accidentally saw him in front of a full-length mirror, decorated with shells and pearls of rich colors, with various brushes and inks resting on a small table.

His beautiful, toned body was naked of symbols and fancy jewelry and the blue, soft fabric that looked like a flowing current and always hung from his left shoulder, was instead hanging lazily from his waist. The current circling him slowly, languidly. Rafayel was looking at himself in the mirror, as if checking where exactly to draw those symbols before he finally grabbed a long pencil, its tip pointy, and dipped it into the blue tint, beginning the laborious work.

However, what really seemed strange to you was how his muscles contracted when the tip of the brush touched his fair skin. He could easily do the higher ones around his collarbones and chest, but once he moved to the lower part, Rafayel, the God of the Sea, gasped and bit his lower lip, trying to stop a smile that threatened to take over his pretty lips as he trembled and had to start over and over and over again because the lines and dots would get messed up with sudden jerks of his body. In the process, even his scales were tainted and he had to carefully clean them.

It was... really pitiful to see. You covered your mouth to prevent a giggle from escaping your lips. Did he seriously have to wake up so early in the morning just to do that? Why didn't he ask for help? A memory assaulted your mind, one from when you had just been received to Lemuria: Rafayel didn't like being touched. At first you thought it was a childish whim, he thought he was so good to be touched by anyone just because he was the God of the Sea? Over time, you learned that Rafayel was actually afraid of losing his precious scales and you understood it, but also as time passed, you noticed that Rafayel let you be close to him, much more than the others. And as your relationship with him improved a bit too much, you were the only person who could touch him however you wanted- so why not give him a little help?

You cleared your throat and a giggle finally made its way out when Rafayel jumped, his eyes finding you in the mirror as the brush made a weird curl near his belly button. He whined.

“What are you doing here? Are you spying on me?” He asked rather annoyed as he cleaned the paint off his body one more time.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy, I was just… curious about what you were doing,” you said, standing behind him, your upper body reflected on the mirror when you peek out from behind him.

Rafayel chuckled humorlessly. “You know? They said little fishies lose their scales for being too curious.”

You smiled. “Good thing I'm no fishie, then!”

“Very funny,” he said, completely ignoring you as he cleaned all the symbols. His skin was rather red, irritated from cleaning the area so many times. It looked a little painful and you couldn't help but wince. “What now?”

“Would you like some help, Rafayel? I have a great pulse, you see. I can definitely do it! I also have memorized all the patterns, it's truly no problem.” Rafayel was about to deny your help, so you continued before he could. “Besides, I think it’ll be faster if I help you, I see you have some troubles there.”

Neither of you mentioned anything about the deep blush assaulting Rafayel's ears, but you beamed with a bright smile when he passed you the brush and the cloth he was using to clean his mess– ahem, the paint off his body.

“Okay,” you said, placing yourself in front of him, partially blocking him in the mirror. “Hmm, I guess the upper part looks good enough."

You thought the really challenging part was the lower half, after all, he seemed to be… exceptionally ticklish. You giggled to yourself, ignoring the curious look Rafayel gave you as you dipped the brush into the blue paint, taking the excess off by pressing it against the edge of the jar.

“Here I go. Raise your arms a bit for me– that's perfect. Now, brace yourself.”

“Hmm? What do you- haah!” Rafayel gasped and you quickly pulled the brush away just as his body flinched back. The brush had barely touched the skin against his ribs. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“S-Sorry, I just… it's… you–”

“Yes, yes. Hold still, otherwise this'll take us all day long.”

Rafayel made a soft sound deep inside his throat. Something akin to a whimper or a whine as the brush was back on his skin. You painted a fine baseline just as you remembered the strokes he usually wore. A line from under his right pectoral, down to his lower ribs, you would fill that one later. You continued with another stroke right under that one, starting from the end of his sternum, down to his lowest set of ribs. You nodded proudly, that looked very good. Next, another line, this one starting a little lower than the hollow of his armpit and following the path around his ribs until it touched the second line you had drawn. The next one-

You squealed when Rafayel suddenly grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away.

“H-Hey! What-!”

“AHAHAHA!”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Rafayel, still holding your shoulders, let out a beautiful sound. A pretty melody that ringed in your ear. His laughter was so rich and bubbly, sweet like a child's, but also deep and light and bright, but it was the expression on his face that really took your breath away. His eyebrows were furrowed a little, his eyes closed into little crescent moons with small tears in the corners. His nose was scrunching up and a light blush spread across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones, but of course, the most beautiful and stunning thing was his wide, open smile, showing you his pearls while that laugh mischievously escaped from him.

What a sight.

You smiled tenderly and waited for him to catch his breath, your heart racing within your chest when he looked up at you with his teary eyes and slightly annoying expression.

“Was that very funny?” You teased and he blushed to his ears. “I'm glad you're enjoying me helping you out so much, but I still have a long way to go.”

“I am not–! It's too ticklish, okay?! Can you do it a little faster? I can't hold my laughter for long.”

How was he so adorable? You nodded, smiling at him. “I will do my best. If you need me to stop, just tell me. Don't grab me like that, you scared me.”

“S-Sorry.”

You sighed, dipping the brush into the blue paint again and pressing the tip right under the last stroke, this time the line started shorter than the previous one and extended all the way around the scales of his hip towards the side of his toned stomach, doing a slight curve and then getting lost behind the waist of his robes.

“W-Wait-ahahaha!” You pulled the brush away quickly, giggling as he started laughing again. “You're dohohoing it too s-slohowly on p-purpose!”

“I'm not! Now hold still, I need to do the little dots…”

Dot. Dot. Dot. Dot. Dot. You went down the side of his tummy while Rafayel giggled brightly, unable to stop himself as you made that certain design those little dots had. Didn't they almost resemble hearts? His stomach trembled with each laugh, making you have a little bit of a hard time and causing you to ‘accidentally’ poke his belly button and draw a line down his lower tummy.

“Oops, I'm so sorry, let me just clean that up real quick. Hold still.”

Rafayel cackled as one of your fingers dipped into his navel to get rid of all the paint inside it. Your finger wiggled and vibrated against the little spot and Rafayel fought the urge to push you away, grabbing your shoulders again. You weren't sure how many times you repeated that process until you thought it was clean enough, but Rafayel kept laughing as you also cleaned the path down his lower tummy.

“Okay, let's continue, shall we?” Your cheeks were flushed as you saw him laughing even though you weren't touching him anymore. Your heart clenched in your chest and butterflies fluttered inside your stomach. “What's so funny now? I'm just trying to help you here.”

“Ihihihi’ill- I'll gehet my revehenge,” he said once he calmed down and you jumped with a giggle when he poked the front of your ribcage.

“Hehey! I dohon't know what you're talking about. Let's keep going! I'm not even halfway through!”

The other side was just as torturous for Rafayel, when you finished, his face was as red as a coral and tears of laughter fell from his face.

“I think it's more ticklish if I do it, huh?”

Rafayel nodded weakly as you caught a tear falling down his cheek. “It ihihihis! Gihihive m-me a b-breheak, plehehase!”

“We are almost finished! Let's continue!”

“N-No, I- Nohohot my scahahales! Bahaha!”

Touching one of his scales with the tip of the brush, you quickly did a stroke all the way to the side of his spine. Rafayel's skin broke into goosebumps and he laughed freely, not able to stop himself anymore as you kept painting on him, painting his sensitive skin with quick, yet precise strokes that had him gasping for air.

Not only his tummy and his back, even his arms and hands were exceptionally sensitive and it was so hard to paint on his fingers, but finally, after what felt like a whole day's work, (at least to Rafayel), you finished and he was left breathless and twitching slightly.

“All done. Tell me, was it any faster, Rafayel? How does it look?”

Rafayel, panting and red in the face, looked at himself in the mirror, checking every line carefully and then he looked at you, trying to erase the smile that still made the corners of his mouth tremble.

“I guess it looks good… You'll help me from now on. It's only something that a devotee should do.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled at him. Well, if you could get to hear that sweet sound every morning… you could definitely help him and be an exceptional devotee.

“Ah! The one under your eye! Come here. This one won't be as bad.”

“Eek! It ihis!”

Oh, he was so ticklish. There was no doubt that you would help him without expecting anything in return other than that beautiful smile.

“I'll be in your care, God if the Sea.”

“W-Whahat?”

You giggled, finishing your work with a soft kiss on his cheek and quickly leaving the room before he could do anything about it.

BONUS SCENE

“AHAHAHA! Ra-Rahahafayel! N-Nohoho!”

“I told you I was gonna take my revenge, now take this. You had your fun tickling me, now's my turn!”

“Iwashelpingyou! I wahahas hehehelping- ahahaha! Not thehehere!”

“I'm also helping you, now stop moving. I'm sure you always use some paint here by your hiiip, oops I have to start over!”

Well, after all, there was a price to pay to see his smile!

[a-suspicious-number-of-ducks]

Hermit-a-Day May, Day 15: FalseSymmetry. Today's style/medium is She-Ra and the Princesses of Power! My thought process for this matchup wasn't particularly profound--I knew I wanted to do someone in She-Ra style, because I adore the show, and the queen of hearts, heads, and body parts seemed fitting for a series about a bunch of strong, terrifying women, one of whom wields a frick-off giant magic sword. Details and references under the read more!

So... I don't really have specific references I can point to, because I just turned on season 1 of She-Ra and watched almost to the end of season 3 by the time I was done with the drawing. Any time I needed to check a style thing, I would just...let the current episode play until I saw an example of the way the animators drew that specific thing. That being said, False's face was primarily referenced from Adora, her knees from Glimmer, and her hands from Entrapta because Entrapta was the first person to have a good shot of their hands while I was looking. Here's a couple pictures of the general style, if you want to judge for yourself how I did at emulating it:

Additional references include False's Minecraft skin (of course) and several pictures of myself doing the pose, complete with sword.

She-Ra's style is very smooth and relatively simple, with broad stretches of plain colors. Shading is rare and usually only for temporary lighting effects, so I left my drawing unshaded. Everything is just so clean, because...it's an animated show and animating fiddly details sucks. I really enjoy She-Ra's character design and art style, so it was a ton of fun to get to try it out for myself.

I had to pay extra attention to the eyes and ears, two of the most distinctive She-Ra style hallmarks in my opinion--as well as the iconic solid shaded blush across the cheeks and nose, but that part was easy. I also had to use a smoother inking brush than my normal toothy ink pen, which meant that inking/lining took forever. That is why this is nearly two hours late. Don't look at me.

Fun fact if you read this far: Catra is around 72% of the reason I finally realized/admitted I was bi at the tender age of like.... 17. She was just too pretty for me to stay in denial.

I feel like I'm forgetting something but it's 3am so I'm just gonna hit post. Cheers!

[pillow-anime-talk]

I meant nsfw 41 and hades with fem plz

Sry about that

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; romance; smut; goddess!reader; a bit of ooc!hades; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex, vanilla sex, sex on deck, in clothes, praise kink, body worship, wet kisses, pet names

includes: female reader ft. hades {ror}

author’s note: hades, my beloved

41. “Of course. I am yours. Only yours.”

You were in the middle of reading the fifth volume of novels written by Erato – the Greek Muse who specialized in romantic poetry. Her books were some of the best you’ve ever read; they always had the same strong effect on your mind, soul and body, causing tons of blushes, smiles, and sometimes tears of various emotions. But after a few more minutes, you put the tome down on the table next to your huge chair covered with sheepskin, then stretched your muscles with a quiet grunt. You decided to leave the enormous bedroom smelling of roses and silk, and then walked a dozen more steps to finally find yourself in your husband’s office.

The room was dim, and the only light that fell on the wall was there thanks to several candles placed on special, high metal stands. The room smelled of clean paper, pen ink and perfume your partner had used for hundreds of years. With a smile and love in your eyes, you looked at the tall god sitting in the middle of the room by the desk and then said ‘Hello’ to him. Hades just nodded with a soft smirk, and after a short second he invited you closer. You took pride of place on his massive thighs.

“What’s wrong, my Queen? Are you feeling unwell or hungry?” He asked, bringing his face closer to you, then leaned against your shoulder, inhaling the pleasant scent of floral perfume. Your presence gave the Underworld many colors, sounds and smells.

“I just missed you.” You answered honestly, pushing your back tighter into the man’s warm chest. “Is it wrong or indecent? My Lord?” You asked, turning slightly to face him. Your cheeks were rosy and your voice sounded like birds singing in the morning. There was an amused glint in your eyes, and your hands were warm and smooth. The pen that had been in the dominant hand of the King of Death hit the oak wood, and its owner brought your body much closer to his; this time Hades’s hands didn’t touch the papers but your hips. “Oh?”

You were the Goddess of Lust, Fertility and Family Harmony. So it was obvious that your dear husband always warmly received your not so obvious gestures or requests. You were extremely beautiful and incredibly intelligent; your person could easily compete in beauty with Aphrodite, Apollo or Eros.

“You always show up when I miss you the most and want you the most...” He whispered again, gently kissing your earlobe. “Are you doing this on purpose, my dearest?” He asked lightly amused, and you merely twisted your body so that you could look at the face of the God of the Netherworld in his full glory.

“I just feel your thoughts, Hades.” You replied, allowing the two of you to kiss after a short while. The touch of his hands was gentle, peaceful. Yours, on the other hand, is a bit more greedy and self-confident, so you decided to undo the buttons on his maroon shirt. Visible abdominal muscles caused another pretty blush on your nose, and you only brought your hips closer to the massive crotch. “Can we do it here?” You asked, looking out of the corner of your eye at the dark desk.

Hades would never refuse his Queen. He quickly pushed aside the documents that are worth nothing to him at the moment, and then tenderly placed your body in the middle. He pushed your legs apart in one move, placing himself between your soft thighs. Another kiss – a little harder and longer – led to your underwear being pushed to the side. After a short second, between the next dozen of kisses, your husband lowered his pants and underwear, and his wet cock touched your pussy.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He asked softly, touching his forehead to yours. You nodded confidently.

“Of course. I am yours. Only yours.” You replied, sighing a bit as you felt a pleasant warmth between your legs. “H-Hades.” A meek moan escaped your lips as his hips moved for the first time. Soft, yet strong and deep.

“You are perfect.” He said, catching your hips in a tight grasp one more time. “The most beautiful, the sweetest. I love your body and lips. My precious Queen.”

A lovely smile appeared on your face as Hades sped up and you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist. Light bites, firm grips on your body, deep breaths.

This moment could last forever for the two of you.

[sassycheesecake]

yakuza!Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader "The Panther"

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, blood, violence, death

Kenma is currently walking down the hallway towards his friend and Kumicho’s room of Nekoma headquarters, Tetsurō Kuroo.

He has a big notepad in his hands, news from the spies in the city about their rivals the Crows of Karasuno.

The sound of his all star sneakers echo on the black marble floor, it’s shine shows that the place is kept tidy and clean.

Finally arriving at the door, before Kenma can even knock, he hears giggles from your side and loud obnoxious kisses from Kuroo‘s side that the dyed blonde wishes he could immediately erase from his brain.

Nonetheless, he sighs in annoyance and knocks loudly, a habit he thankfully put on after the last time he walked in without knocking.

Needless to say, he’s been scarred of the image of you, naked, on top of Kuroo, giving him a blowjob.

"Who is it? I specifically said not to be disturbed." Kuroo answers with anger in his voice.

"It’s Kenma. I know you said that but Yaku said that he caught some crows in our habitat. Trying to convince our usual costumers that their shit is better than ours."

The Saiko Komon hears shuffling on the other side, along with some squeaks of the bed.

"Come in." Kuroo calls his trusted friend and advisor in.

Opening the door, Kenma sees you and the ravenette getting dressed.

You having put on a red silk robe, fix your hair a little bit to the side, trying to cover your hickeys while Kuroo just puts on loose sweats, staying bare-chested.

His whole upper body is covered in tattoos, on his back a giant black panther roaring into the viewers face, his left arm a mixture between various skulls that have water and fire going through them like a wild tornado. On his other arm, dark clouds with red spider lilies and a scarred face of a geisha decorate his skin.

On his chest however, is a Japanese cherry blossom flower with your name in it and it’s Kuroo‘s most important tattoo. It shows he is bonded to you for the rest of your lives, he wears it on his skin with pride and smugness.

You however have not a single patch of ink on your skin.

"Hello Kenma." You smile with a blush on your face, clearly still flustered by your previous activities with your lover.

Kuroo is walking around the bed with the messy sheets towards Kenma and the golden-eyed man spots an open pair of handcuffs at the headboard and he looks away to the side, embarrassed on the inside to figure out what the the two of you have been doing.

"Hey (Y/N)." Kenma replies back quietly, keeping his focus on the ravenette with the messy hair and lipstick marks across his face, neck and chest.

"Kitten, why don’t you get us something small to refresh on? I could go for a Campfire Straight Rye with some ice in it." Kuroo turns to you with a smile, while taking Kenma‘s notepad from him.

You nod and make your way to the attached kitchen, ah the luxury of Kuroo’s belongings never fails to amaze you.

While you’re gone, Kuroo‘s smile is instantly gone and replaced with a frown.

Looking over the notes and attached photos of beat up faces, Kuroo rubs his hand over his tired face, the responsibility over an entire organization sometimes kicks his ass and he wishes that he could spend it more with you instead.

"So where are the little rats now?" Kuroo asks while cracking his neck from side to side.

"In the torture room. Yamamoto and Kai are currently trying to gather information out of them as we speak."

You return from the kitchen, in one of your hands a small glass with honey-colored liquid and round ice cubes floating in it.

Handing it to him, he wraps his long arm around your waist, pulling you to his side while giving you a chaste kiss on the lips, not caring that Kenma is still in the room.

Gulping down the drink in one go, the ravenette hands the glass back to you with a small smile.

"Thanks baby. I am really sorry, I gotta take care of some business with Kenma." He leans his forehead against yours, rubbing your nose with his.

"No worries, I understand, I‘ll be waiting here." Giving you one last kiss, Kuroo picks up his discarded white shirt from the floor, following the Saiko Komon into the direction where they torture and question people for information.

"Kuroo, you’re covered in (Y/N)‘s lipstick, clean yourself up if you want to keep your reputation."

Rubbing his face off, he gets most of the kiss marks off, grinning sheepishly at his friend.

"That feisty little cat needs to mark her territory. You know her."

"Please spare me the details." Kenma says in disgust.

Standing guard in front of the door, Lev let’s both of them inside and Kuroo can hear the throwing punches and the groans of pain that follow by it.

"Ahhh, Eiji my friend, long time no see." Kuroo sings in greeting.

Hearing the leader‘s voice, Yamamoto stops and steps aside.

The middle aged man that is hunched over in a strapped chair looks up with big eyes, fear reflecting among them.

Eiji works as one of the spies for Karasuno, unfortunately the cats caught him faster than he could escape.

"Where’s your friend? I thought you birdbrains work in teams together." Kuroo bends down a bit, looking into the blonde man‘s face.

Eiji doesn’t answer, still struck with fear, parts of his face swollen and already turning blue.

Grabbing his short hair, Kuroo raises Eiji’s head which has him flinching strongly.

"Answer me dipshit. Why the fuck would you think it’d be a smart idea to enter our district?" The Kumicho almost roars like an angry panther.

"I-I am sorry! The boss said I should try to expand the Crows‘ grounds. I-I was just trying to sell a little bit I swear!" Eiji cries in fear.

Kuroo hums, only giving a snap of his fingers towards Yamamoto and he understands immediately.

When the blonde saw that his torturer pulls out his Sig P938, he is shaking, desperately trying to get Kuroo‘s mercy.

Before Eiji can say anymore though, Yamamoto pulls the trigger.

The blood from Eiji‘s head lands on Kuroo‘s face and partly on his shirt.

A sudden vibration of his phone makes the ravenette curious, opening it up to see it’s a nude picture from you and he grins widely like a Cheshire Cat, texting you back as he turns to walk back to his room.

"If you‘ll excuse me now, I gotta finish what I started earlier." Kuroo lastly says before going back to the direction of his room where you wait in anticipation.

When Kuroo is gone, Yamamoto snickers while he cleans the blood off of the instruments he used on Eiji.

"He is so whipped for that woman. Did you know he has her contact saved as 'Feisty little minx'?" Yamamoto laughs.

"Well be glad you haven’t seen them having sex, it still haunts my nightmares." Kenma adds bluntly with a shudder.

[theweirdestroller]

Cuddle Pile!

The currents were frosty, as most things in Reaper's domain were. He felt right at home, but looking behind him, he was the only one who did.

"Why are we heerree," Error whined, rubbing his hands up and down his arms.

"You're the one who wanted to come here." Reaper shot back, using a particularly harsh flip of his tail to bat Error away. Dream chuckled from his place on Nightmare's shoulder. Error growled at the pair, speeding up to regain his spot behind Reaper.

"I didn't think it'd be so cold!" All the leviathans present turned and looked at their youngest in mild disbelief. "Okay, let me rephrase. I didn't think it'd be so cold for us. We're leviathans for crying out loud,"

"It doesn't feel all that cold to me," Nightmare's voice held a humorous edge.

"I mean, there is one solution to warm up," Ink giggled. Before anyone could say another word, all five leviathans were wrapped up in colorful tentacles. Nightmare let out a screech as a second appendage wrapped him up to keep him from escaping. "Cuddle pile!" Ink cheered, pulling his siblings closer.

Dream, in his smaller form, snuggled against Ink's cheek, watching his twin thrash. Error curled around the tentacle restraining him, relaxing into it. Reaper simply let himself go limp, Ink pulling him around as he wished.

"I guess this is pretty warm," A light blush dusted Error's features. Nightmare was grumbling ancient curses, much to the amusement of the others.

"If you don't unhand me this second, I'm going to restart our war." Ink only laughed. "I'm not kidding!" Nightmare screeched indignantly. Ink only patted his head.

And there, the world's five most dangerous beings sat. Tangled together in a pile of warmth in the middle of a frozen wasteland.

Centuries ago, they would have torn each other apart for even thinking of being in the same territory. But time, as well as the help of certain mers and selkies, softened the titans and allowed them to enjoy the company of their siblings once again.

[monbons]

✨9 people you’d like to know better✨

Last Song: I just cleaned up my writing playlist for my fic, so mostly that. But normally I listen to reggaeton and hip-hop on repeat and dance around the house or drop it like it's hot while doing dishes. [Hilarious side note: I was doing laundry while listening to some Lil John or Sean Paul (probably) when I was 9 months pregnant with the first kiddo. I did in fact drop it low at one point, my water instantly broke, and I went into very active labor while no one else was home. Fun times...]

Favorite Color: Barbie pink. Magenta. Millennial pink. Dusty rose. Blush. Anything and everything pink. [Another fun fact: My first tattoo was literally the word "pink" on my shoulder. In black ink. Ha! I was 18 and stupid. I've since gotten a sick coverup. But talk about years of confused stares and questions.]

Currently Watching: Had a day date with the hubs last week to watch Dune. Binging Young Royals.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: All of the above? Give me some good Thai food (which has all these flavors + sour) and I am in heaven. In fact, be my friend long enough and I will have you over for Thai. I'm an excellent cook.

Relationship Status: Married for 10 years. Bagged him at a mutual friend's holiday party 12 years ago because I kicked his ass at beer pong.

Current Obsession: Snowbaz is my entire personality. In my mind, I am Baz Pitch.

Last Thing You Googled: Are hawks associated with Athena? (Did this for work. A kid made me question what I definitely knew. The answer is no.)

Thanks for the tag @raenestee! (All the below also applies to you!)

I've seen this making the rounds, so I am sure everyone I am tagging has probably already done this. Instead, accept this as my super awkward way of saying you seem cool/I fangirl over your stuff/I make a good friend and you should adopt me because I am clearly a little cool based on my answers.

@thewholelemon, @roomwithanopenfire, @cutestkilla, @bookish-bogwitch, @artsyunderstudy, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @drowninginships, @valeffelees, @emeryhall

[femmefighter]

Hi, fellow Sabine fan here.

What do you think Sabine’s favorite sex toy in the collection of toys she most definitely has is?

I’m thinking prolly something with a nice color combo to it

I think I'm getting too much of a reputation for being a Sabine or Ahsoka smut writer. Is that a bad thing?

Hello fellow Sabine fan!! Let's be friends and scream about Sabine's sex toy collection together.

I feel her favourite changes as frequently as her hair does. She has some that she has certain nostalgic attachments to. Did Kanan and Hera give her a strap as an 18th birthday present as a 'welcome to adulthood' present to watch her blush, but also as a subtle hint to Ezra that Sabine prefers the women? You bet they did, and she will never get rid of it, even if it hasn't matched her own aesthetic in years.

But as far as which ones she favours? For toys she uses on partners, she's a classic strap and harness gal, but they have to match her current hair/armour colour scheme. Hence why she has a collection.

For toys she uses solo? She favours dildos/vibrators that remind her of her current crush. Are her thoughts wrapped up on that Alderaanian princess she once rescued? She's using some fancy, elegant glass dildo she imagines Leia would own. Got some weird obsession for that murder-kitten Force wielder that stabbed her in the abdomen? She's using a glowing-orange vibrator that heats up. Thinks the Togruta Jedi that hangs out with the Ghost crew from time to time is a babe but doesn't know much about Togruta biology, and so is guessing what Ahsoka has under her skirt? She's using some bulbous alien dildo that the Holonet advertised as 'Togruta dick'.

She also has her sex toy collection booby-trapped with a ink bomb, especially when she was living on the Ghost. Ain't no way she's letting Ezra or Zeb gain access to that.

Thanks for the ask!

[theraedar]

Hello! Sorry if you’ve been asked this before, but what app and brushes do you use for your art? It’s all so beautiful!!

Thank you so much!! and no worries, I actually haven’t gotten this question before! I use procreate and i mostly use default brushes that I edited a bit

For sketching and lineart, I used to use the default ink bleed brush (with some minor setting changes) bc I rly liked the flow of it, but I eventually didn’t like the texture of it. I still really like how comfortable and flowy it felt to use though and it was so hard to find another brush with that feel, so I played around with it to make the texture more subtle. For any procreate users, I just changed the shape source to “blotch” from the source library, but for some reason that messed with the flow so i had to play around with some other settings. I also tend to use it on a little less than full opacity. Sometimes tho when I just want to be really loose, I still use the default brush in the sketching phase bc I was never able to completely match the flow of it with my current brush!

For coloring and rendering I really just use (lightly edited once again, usually just for flow/taper preference) default hard airbrushes, then medium airbrush for things like blush, lips, gradients, and other soft color applications

When i haphazardly color doodles (and sometimes in rendering), i use this “kopik marker” which I’m PRETTY SURE I downloaded from an artist but unfortunately I can’t remember from whom anymore 😭😭

or when I want a watercolory feel, I’ll use spectra which is another default brush

Those are my main brushes! Other than that ofc I might use a bunch of specialized brushes depending on what the piece calls for, like for nature, magic effects, texture, etc. I have a ridiculous amt downloaded or some i made myself lol

[stargazeraldroth]

Red Flags (An [Unfinished] Errorink Oneshot)

Summary: Error asks Ink on a date to an unspecified AU. Ink accepts, despite his friends trying to discourage him from doing so. The date seems to be going relatively well until some concerning things start happening during their conversation. If only red weren't such a beautiful, attractive color.

Warnings: Human Centipede. That's it, that's the warning. And Error's text might be difficult for some people to read.

The date was going better than Ink had thought it would. Or, rather, it was going better than what Dream and the others were so paranoid over. Honestly, they could be so protective sometimes. Ink knew they meant well, but it could be a bit overwhelming at times. He's just grateful they didn't need to be convinced to not follow him to the restaurant.

That is, of course, assuming they just never told him about that. And were currently stationed somewhere he couldn't see, observing everything from a distance. It would be so embarrassing if they barged in and interrupted the date with their worries over Error being a "red flag".

Granted, if that did happen, the one saving grace Ink would have is that the restaurant was entirely empty except for him, Error, and the AU's Grillby. It was some kind of precaution, Dream said, to ensure that there were minimal casualties if something went wrong. Ink preferred to think of it as them being considerate of Error's dislike of social spaces. He had to admit, he was surprised the glitch suggested a dinner date instead of something like stargazing in Outertale. Not that he minded, of course! He was simply shocked Error was willing to step out of his comfort zone so soon.

"YoU'vE eAtEn FiSh BeFoRe, RiGhT?" Error asked, jarring Ink from his thoughts. "AsIdE fRoM sUsHi, I mEaN."

"R-Right!" Ink stammered, blushing at his hesitation. "There's so much that can be done with it! Uh… what's your favorite kind?"

"DoN't KnOw. I'vE nEvEr ReAlLy EaTeN aNyThInG oThEr ThAn ChOcOlAtE." He shrugged. "YoU wAtCh CaRtOoNs, DoN't YoU? AnY fAvOrItEs?"

"I wouldn't say I have favorites, really… I think they all have their unique charms. But some personal picks would be anything by Studio Ghibli- you know, like 'Spirited Away' and 'My Neighbor Totoro'? The Powerpuff Girls was pretty good too, I think. My favorite was always Blossom. Do you… watch anything other than Undernovela?"

"YeAh, I'vE wAtChEd SoMe MoViEs. ThE hOrRoR fRaNcHiSe IsN't ToO bAd, SuRpRiSiNgLy. AnOmAlIeS cAn MaKe GoOd CoNtEnT."

"… You know how I feel about you referring to the AUs as that."

"RiGhT, rIgHt. My BaD."

"So… any horror films in particular that you like? The Conjuring's popular, isn't it?"

"YeAh. BuT I'm InTo OlDeR fIlMs… SoMe PeOpLe SaY iT's A bAd MoViE, bUt I tHiNk It'S gReAt!"

"And what movie are we talking about?"

"HuMaN CeNtIpEdE."

Ink nearly spat out his drink, setting the glass down immediately. Error seemed a bit surprised by his reaction, his eyes going a bit wide and his smile wavering. Ink managed to swallow the liquid without choking on it, but still let out a few coughs after the fact. After a moment or so, he was finally able to get himself in check, and gave an awkward smile.

"'Human Centipede'…? As in, that 'Human Centipede'?" He asked.

"Is ThErE aNoThEr SeRiEs CaLlEd ThAt?" Error asked in return. "AnD I kNoW wHaT yOu'Re ThInKiNg, AnD tHe AnSwEr'S nO. I dOn'T lIkE iT fOr ThE gOrE oR bOdY hOrRoR, I lIkE iT fOr ThE pLoT!"

"Uh… I've never… watched the movie…" Ink admitted nervously. "I've only heard things about it… but! Uh, first time for everything…? What's it about?"

"DePeNdS oN wHiCh OnE yOu'Re TaLkInG aBoUt." There was more than the one!? "BuT sInCe YoU'vE nEvEr WaTcHeD iT, I'lL gO wItH tHe FiRsT oNe. ThE sEcOnD iS mY pErSoNaL fAvOrItE, bUt ThE tHiRd OnE mIgHt Be A bIt… InTeNsE fOr A nEw WaTcHeR."

By The Creators. What the hell happens in the third movie?

"AnYwAy, ThE sImPlE vErSiOn Is A GeRmAn DoCtOr KiDnApS tHrEe PeOpLe AnD sEwS tHeM tOgEthEr To TrY aNd CrEaTe OnE sYsTeM, sO hE cOnNeCtS tHeM aSs-To-MoUtH-"

Why did he agree to come on this date in the first place!? Sure, Error was fairly attractive and all, but he's… well… Error! Why would he have ever expected him to have normal interests when one of his hobbies was collecting people's souls!? He had stopped listening to whatever it was Error was saying, only catching an occasional word or two. He reached to his side and grabbed his phone, hoping to send his friends a quick text and ask them for some advice. Hopefully, Error would be so entranced by the sound of his own voice that he wouldn't notice Ink's distraction.

Just as he was about to hit the button to send his text message, sharp fingers appeared over his phone screen. The device was torn out of his hands and tossed in the air, skewered by blue threads. Ink watched, mouth agape as the pieces of circuitry and the case fell onto the table. His eyes reluctantly shifted to the person sitting across from him, locking with narrowed red sockets.

Red could be such a beautiful color.

"Is ThErE a ReAsOn YoU'rE oN yOuR pHoNe?" Error questioned, evidently displeased. "I wAs ExPeCtInG yOu To LiStEn To Me."

"I was… uh… um…" Ink stammered, struggling to think of an excuse. He couldn't just tell Error he was going to ask his friends to get him out of their date! He'd lose his mind! "I was… looking up the other movies! You said there's a third one, right?"

"… YeS. BuT yOu CaN't WaTcH tHeM oUt Of OrDeR! EaCh OnE sTaRtS wItH tHe EnDiNg Of ThE lAsT oNe, YoU'd SpOiL yOuRsElF!"

"Right… um, so the first movie… how does it end? Does it have a happy ending?"

"I wAs JuSt GeTtInG tO tHaT bEfOrE I hAd To SaVe YoU fRoM yOuR oWn CuRiOsItY. I hOpE yOu'Re PaYiNg AtTeNtIoN, InK. I'm QuIzZiNg YoU oN tHiS."

Shit.

[abhainnwhump]

IMYM Chapter 1

Sadistic Experiment: Nightmare

Masterlist || Next Chapter ->

Snap.

He didn’t even need to turn around. Dream’s arrows glowed with bright blue light, so they were too easy to spot. His idiot brother should have thought that through when he designed them. Nightmare’s black tendrils splintered the attack into two.

The Lord of Negativity strolled across the field without a care in the multiverse. The screams and bloodshed meant nothing to him. He attacked Birdtale for a reason. Besides the fact that this AU was obnoxiously cheerful, it was the perfect place to draw the Star Sanses to. The jagged cliffs, dark sky, and high altitude made it difficult for the Stars to fight together. The monsters fled the scene long ago, which gave the teams more fighting room. Nightmare dodged another of Dream’s arrows as he surveyed the current status of his team.

Dust had Blue in a one-on-one battle. The hooded skeleton locked the Star in a miniature arena made from sharpened bones. Blue bounced around, swinging his giant hammer made of teal magic. He used one of the fallen trees as a springboard to gain the upper hand. While he was full of energy, Dust showed no emotion, which wasn’t uncommon for him. His movements were robotic and bored, like he wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t here. Even his pistols were slower than usual.

Across the field, Dream tried to fight off Killer while watching out for Horror. Killer flirted with Dream between strikes, making them blush and scowl in embarrassment. Nightmare smirked at his awkward aura. Dream bashed Killer’s ribs with his bow before drop-kicking him. Nightmare assigned Killer to distract his attention. Usually, he would handle his twin, but this time, he was after a different member of the team.

From the corner of his teal eyelight, he caught Horror sneaking up behind Dream. He gripped his blood-coated ax tight. Horror glanced over to Nightmare, and he winked in response. Horror raised the weapon above the guardian’s head and shot it down for a clean slice. Dream must have sensed his emotions due to him spinning around and screaming. He fiddled for his bow, but it would have been pointless.

A blast of black paint stuck Horror’s forearm to the cliff wall. Nightmare stepped behind one of the pine trees, laying his back against it as he smirked in anticipation. Ah, there he was.

The attacker was an athletic skeleton in a brown and white outfit, wielding a paintbrush as tall as he was. He was around five-foot-seven. He wore a sash of colorful paints across his chest. Black paint smudged his left cheekbone, the edge hiding behind a thick brown scarf covered with black marks. Ink’s shifting eye lights glinted with mischief. He flipped Broomie and held it out to Horror. “Come on, eggshell! Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to chop someone’s head off? I didn’t think that head injury of yours would destroy your common sense.”

Horror growled. No one talked about the oversized crack in his skull, especially as a joke. The larger skeleton ripped his arm free, tearing his pale blue sleeve in the process. Dream took his chance to slip beneath his arm and run toward Ink. “Thank you. Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” he said.

“Pfft, you’re fine,” Ink assured. The artist looked around with a red question mark in his left eye socket. “Now where did Killer go-”

A knife sliced his small brown jacket. Killer leaped down from whatever perch he was watching from. He and Horror circled their prey. The two Stars stood back-to-back. Dream loaded their bow, and Ink spun his paintbrush. Nightmare itched to join the battle, but he knew he had to wait. If he planned this out correctly . . .

Ink pulled one of his paint vials from his sash. Dream spotted it and gulped, shaking his head. “Ink, no. You’ve been having bad effects with-”

“It’s going to be fine. Calm down!” Ink ignored him and downed the red drink in a single gulp. His eyes turned into a crimson target and an exclamation point. A sharp smile spread across his face, matching Nightmare’s grin. This was what he was hoping for.

Killer and Horror launched themselves at the Stars. Dream shot an arrow to knock Killer’s knife out of his hold. Blood oozed from the wound in his hand, but Killer didn’t budge. The knife was still tight. Ink went on a rampage, throwing spears of black paint at Horror. Nightmare fed on the emotions caused by the red vial. Anger, aggression, and obsession. Ink chose a target, and he wouldn’t let them go.

Now.

Nightmare waved his black skeletal fingers and focused on Ink’s aura. It was his first time trying his magic on the artist. Ink lacked a soul, unlike the rest of the Stars, so his solution was to drink bottles of paint. He never understood how that worked. Nightmare had never tried to manipulate artificial emotions before, but it was easier than he expected. All it took was intense concentration. He channeled Ink’s new anger elsewhere.

Ink froze mid-attack, clutching his skull and stumbling. Horror stepped back, unsure what to think of this sudden change. Nightmare twisted his wrist, and Ink gritted his teeth. He threw one of his paint daggers at Dream.

“Dream,” he said, speaking as if the word hurt. “DUCK!”

The golden guardian followed his advice, and the dagger hit Killer instead. Killer stared at the now-solid paint protruding from his upper rib. “Are you serious?”

“Ink, what’s wrong?” Dream asked, “Why are you attacking me?”

Ink didn’t answer, only narrowing his eye sockets. Fury burned through his bones as Nightmare squeezed his hand into a fist. He harnessed Ink’s worst memories and feelings about his twin. Despite being on the same team, there are a select few topics they’ve never seen eye-to-eye on. He subconsciously told him to fight Dream. He warned him that if he didn’t, he would suffer humiliation and pain. The artist cringed, and Nightmare felt a tug in his hand. He’s fighting back. Interesting.

Straining, Nightmare poured all his power into controlling Ink’s emotions. He screamed and fell to his knees. Dream ran over to his friend and placed his hands on his cheekbones. Golden magic flowed from his fingertips, feeling like pins and needles against Nightmare’s magic.

Ink’s eye sockets fluttered as he shook his head and groaned. With a bit more encouragement, he flipped Dream on his back and wrapped his hands around his neck. Dream coughed and kicked, trying to get his friend off of him. Neither Killer nor Horror knew how to react to Ink’s behavior change. Killer glanced at Nightmare, pointed the tip of his knife at the Stars, then air-sliced it across his neck. Nightmare shook his head and whispered, “Not yet.”

“Get-out-of-my-head!” Despite his grip on Dream, Nightmare knew Ink was trying to talk to him. Between the fake emotions, Ink’s defiance, and Dream’s positivity, Nightmare struggled to keep him under his control. Dream’s powers are just about balanced with his. He made a note of the latter two; it would be important later. Nightmare’s eyelids went heavy, and his black apple soul started to ache.

Dream’s eye sockets narrowed. “Ink, hold on. Just don’t fight me and I can help you!” He covered Ink’s mouth with one of his hands and held the other up, summoning golden light that practically radiated positivity. He cried out and shoved it down onto Ink’s torso. Tendrils of yellow spread across his body and Nightmare winced. The black malice on his hands dripped and burned. He pulled his hand back and snapped his fingers, setting Ink free. The artist gasped as his eye lights switched back to their default: a green circle and a yellow star.

Dust was distracted by Ink’s screams and the gold light; he dropped his attacks for a few seconds. Blue took the opportunity to smash his hammer into Dust’s lower spine, releasing a loud thump. Dust fell to the ground, desperately trying to catch his breath.

Blue put his hammer back on his shoulder. “Dream? Ink? Do you guys need backup?”

“No, it’s okay, Blue. Everything is going fine.” Dream’s voice sounded raspier than usual thanks to Ink strangling him. It almost made them look intimidating. Almost. He watched Ink get back to his feet with dazed eyes before staring back at Nightmare. “Brother, I’m going to give you one chance. Leave this place and leave Ink alone! What has he ever done to you?”

Nightmare chuckled, stepping into the light. His hand was still distorted and it looked like the tips of his fingers were missing. “Nothing; he hasn’t done anything. Anything yet.”

“What?” Ink coughed and stared at him. “If I didn’t do anything to you, what the hell was that for?”

Nightmare didn’t answer, only smirking in response. Ink stared at him with his mouth agape, like he had told him a disturbing joke he only now understood. Dream huffed and summoned another bright blue arrow out of thin air. He loaded his bow and Nightmare prepared his tendrils to parry the attack, but Dream turned his heel at the last minute. The arrow shot into Horror’s open eye socket with extreme accuracy.

Horror howled and grabbed his eye socket, the pupil in his blood-red eye tiny with pain. Blood oozed between his clenched fingers. Even Dream winced at seeing him suffer so much; he never liked excessive violence. Seeing his team in pain, Nightmare scowled. Now his idiot brother has crossed the line.

The dark king stood up straighter. His form distorted, warping his body into an incoherent mess and his face into a melted monster. He hated how pitiful he must have looked. Dream’s aura and dissatisfied look did nothing to help.

“Killer! Horror! Dust! We’re leaving. My work here is done.” Nightmare’s body dripped more malice than usual, turning the grass from green to gray. The plants withered and crumbled at his feet. One of the tendrils shot across the field to grab Dust, who was obsessing over Horror’s injury. The smallest of the Murder Time Trio yelped at the black limb wrapped around his torso. Nightmare dragged the other two killers toward him. He held them by their hoods like a mother cat holding the scruffs of her kittens, keeping a close eye on Horror.

“Boss!” Killer complained, struggling in his tendril.

Nightmare ignored him. With his remaining tendril, he drew out a circle in the ground, wide enough for himself plus the others in his tendrils. With a shudder, the liquid malice turned into a whirling blue and black portal. Dream tried to say something, but Nightmare cut him off with a growl. “Don’t you dare pity me, brother. The look doesn’t suit you.” After a long glare at his brother, Nightmare jumped in, bringing his henchmen with him.

Birdtale’s pine trees and cliffs faded away and were replaced with gray stone walls, a high ceiling, and a throne with a tall back pedestal. Despite the minimal sunlight slipping through the grayed curtains, most of the hall was coated in darkness. The place was practically built out of negativity, and the energy and power soon seeped into his body. Soon his form returned to his preference: a tall skeleton in a white dress shirt, a black waistcoat, a teal tie, and heeled boots. A silver pocket watch dangled out of his right breast pocket. Nightmare was very picky about his fashion choices.

Killer, Horror, and Dust dropped to the ground. Dust winced as his rib cage crashed against the stone. Horror grabbed his hand and pulled him up with ease. His shot eye still bled, dripping through his closed lid, but it didn’t seem to be causing him pain.

“Why . . . we leave?” As deep as it was, Horror’s voice was no louder than a whisper. His head injury damaged his mind, leaving him with slurred speech and memory problems.

“Yeah, we were winning!” Killer protested, “Especially with whatever the hell you were doing to Inkblot. We could have taken over that AU!”

Nightmare considered a response. He still hasn’t told his team about the plan he had for Ink, even though he’s worked on it for almost four months. Once he started a project, he tended to refuse to tell anyone until he was certain it would be completed. Besides, the MTT’s expressions will be worth it if he hides the plan a little longer.

Nightmare cleared his throat and turned to them. “If everything goes according to plan, I’ll explain this evening. You three are going to need to trust me.” He had his hand on the door and pulled the long handle. “Besides, Horror is injured and needs medical care.”

“You and your bullshit plans . . .” Dust muttered to himself. Unfortunately for him, Nightmare happened to have excellent hearing for someone with no ears.

The dark king turned and scowled down Dust’s uneven eye lights, one red and the other a mix of purple, red, and blue. He hid under the brim of his baseball cap as Nightmare glared at him. “Are you doubting me? Because if you are, that’s a very bold move.”

Dust averted his eyes as much as he could. “No, boss.”

“Good. Now go heal yourselves up; it would be unfortunate if those injuries became infected. Killer, that includes you too.” Nightmare added the extra bit as he caught the hate-dripping skeleton attempting to sneak off. “I mean it, you can’t go walking around with an injured rib cage just as Horror can’t go around with a bleeding eye.”

Killer groaned but didn’t argue further. The dark king watched his team disappear to the infirmary. A half-smile crept on his face, but he waited for them to leave before he smiled fully. He left the throne room for his office.

When Nightmare first created his castle, he made sure his study was easily accessible, as it was the room he spent the most time in. He made it to the door with a full moon design. The long room had a high ceiling with a solar system design painted on it. Bookshelves lined the side walls with a mix of traditional hardcovers and scrolls. At the end of the corridor was a large dark wood desk covered in stacks of papers.

Nightmare sat in his black office chair. Each of his drawers had a black handle, though one had a matching lock. He shifted the shape of his pointer finger into a key. Breaking the lock, he pulled out a small, dusty-purple notebook with a single word branded on the cover.

INK.

The dark king flipped through the pages. Everything he knew and learned about Ink since he initiated this plan was written in black cursive. What he hated, what he loved, his apparent fears, and the traumas he learned about. He knew the least about the last one. Was the artist aware of this? No, of course not. He would never find out about this. It was his personal secret. In the middle of the notebook were his most significant notes. Ink’s paint vials.

Eight drawings were split into boxes across the two sheets. The left side was colored red, orange, yellow, and purple, while the right was green, blue, teal, and pink. Nightmare dipped his crow-feather quill in a pot of ink and wrote in the red box.

October 12, 20xx

As expected, the red vial controls anger, obsession, passion, and danger level. I theorize it even makes his magic stronger. With effort, the fury can be harnassed against any monster he feels a spark towards. He’s even willing to fight his friends. However, he resists my advances more than I thought he would. Plan PV appears to be the best option, unfortunately.

Nightmare leaned back in his chair, thinking of his next move. All but one box had writing in it—the pink vial. Plan PV was only a hypothesis, one that almost guaranteed success, but he didn’t want to use it. Nor was he certain it would even work. For all he knew, the pink vial could cause more destruction than production.

Destruction . . . AUs crumbling . . . strings . . . Error.

Oh, how he had been blind. It was such an obvious answer that could have saved him weeks of careful planning. The dark king growled at his own ignorance. Regardless, he couldn’t remain in his self-hatred if he wanted to get anything completed.

He shoved the notebook into his pocket and drew a portal into the ground. The sludge edges formed a light blue center, darkening as it opened up the world.

Nightmare went to find the Guardian of Destruction.

[undignifiend]

Some Kinda Ogre People Who've Been On My Mind Since Forever (Some Worldbuilding Notes)

(The same general idea of these folks has followed me throughout my life, with a few changes over time, and I still can't settle on a name I like just yet. I want to try and sum them up in a way that is conducive to fine-tuning them in ways I like, and will also keep my portrayal of them consistent when I finally jump back into art and writing for them. Includes vore and safevore notes because of course.)

BIOLOGY

SIZE, SHAPE, and BASIC CHARACTERISTICS

Adults stand at a range of heights, most commonly between 12 and 16 feet tall, but with outliers. Proportionally, they have longer arms and shorter legs than your standard human. They can run on all fours, or bipedally, and climb with ease.

They possess horns, fangs, and talon-like claws. Their skin/hide and flesh are gray to taupe and every shade in between (up to and including black and white), and they often possess darker or paler markings, stripes, or mottled patterns.

Their blood is as black as ink, and has very faint iridescent/violet qualities under certain lighting. Blushing/exertion makes their faces/ears darker instead of redder.

Their feet are partially adapted to help them climb, with longer toes, and the ‘big toe’ acting as more of a thumb. Their foot structure is still robust enough to withstand a flat-out run or charge, especially on all fours, but they’re better sprinters and leapers than marathoners. They find stubbing a toe to be every bit as devastating as we do.

Their grip strength is stupid. They're natural climbers, and can fall asleep clinging to rock walls. God help you if one grabs you in a fight. 

SENSES

Their sclera tends to be dark, often black, but ranging through dark blue, red, or violet hues. Their irises can be nearly any color. Their pupils are slitted, and they also possess a tapetum lucidum that reflects a coppery colored light in the dark, improving their night vision. They don’t need a lot of light to see, are comfortable underground, and tend to find cloudless days overpowering. Their color sight is comparable to ours, and varies. Some are more adept at detecting subtle nuances between close colors, and some are colorblind. Regardless, their vision tends to be very sharp, and they’re highly adept at detecting motion, even from great distances (at night or on cloudy days).

Full sun is unpleasant for them - they have to rely on their other senses, or wear eye-shading headgear to be effective. Flash grenades piss them off (and blind them until their retinas regenerate). Some can learn to enjoy fireworks, but most quickly get tired of the after-images overlapping everything else in their vision.

They can operate without sight, but they are far more comfortable doing so underground, or in enclosed spaces, where their hearing can better make sense of their environment. (They can emit a subtle clicking from their throat to enhance this. And also tend to use it out during the day if they have no protective eye-gear.) And while they tend to feel at home in caves and caverns, they typically only rest there during the day, and venture out at night. Generally nocturnal, but like humans, will stay up at odd hours.

It's rare for one to be unable to recover from damage to their eyes. But sometimes it happens. Blind ones rely all the more on that clicking to echolocate.

Their sense of smell is also fucking stupid. They can identify a bunch of shit about you just from getting a whiff: Whether or not you have any sickness or deficiencies, whether or not you're injured, your relative age, your recent diet, hormonal fluctuations, current stress levels - a whole slew of crap. Some of that also counts for plants, too, which can help indirectly tell them about the local weather, stresses on local wildlife, polluting chemicals, and other environmental conditions to look out for.

REGENERATION

They can regenerate lost limbs and organs if given enough time and energy. Their “scars” don’t work the same way ours do. After an injury clots and seals, a translucent skin develops over it, and dark branches appear beneath as their blood vessels and capillaries supply the regenerating flesh.

Regenerating a finger can take about a week. A limb, or an important organ, about a month to fully recover, provided they have enough rest, and enough to eat.

Their lifespans are extensive, and while they do not age in quite the same way that most other lifeforms do, "imperfections" in their regeneration can collect over time. Some of these don't hinder them in any way, and some of them do.

Some of them like to tattoo along a former injury to commemorate it.

DIET / VORE SHENANIGANS

Biologically, they’re omnivorous opportunists, can survive on either plant or animal matter, and have a preference for cooking. While their immune systems are aggressive, and they usually recover from illness and infections without medical assistance if given adequate hydration and rest, their stomach acids are relatively weak. Scavenging a rotting carcass is possible for them, but not often viewed as worth a day or two of sickness.

While their acids are weaker, their stomachs also rely heavily on churning and grinding, and devoting more time for breakdown before everything moves on to the intestines. This is why cooking/fermenting/otherwise treating their food goes a long way toward making their lives easier - it cuts that time down dramatically. Citrus fruits and teas helpful for digestion are also popular among most of their cultures. 

Their stomachs are prime, uniquely hospitable real estate for all manner of parasites. This is another reason most of them favor cooking.

Their stomachs are extremely tough to withstand their grinding process (and any sharp edges caused by bone breaks), but grinding tough material frequently aches, and often releases endorphins that counter some of the pain. 

In a pinch, they can just swallow their meals quickly, raw or cooked, and digest on the move, but for a couple hours after they eat a big meal, they don't tend to enjoy vigorous activity. Outsiders sometimes get the impression that they are both gluttonous and lazy, for the sheer amount that they can pack away in one sitting, and the stupor they can fall into afterward if they let themselves relax enough.

However, they are highly adaptable. Those who prefer (or perhaps only have access to) uncooked food, over time, can train their stomachs to release higher concentrations of acid. These individuals tend to have more practice fighting through the food coma, too, and tend to recover from it faster.

Their fangs are more for fighting and intimidation displays. Occasionally, for catching prey, but that's mostly regarded as a fancy/immature trick to show off.

Their stomach is a highly complex organ, and fulfills several roles, sometimes simultaneously:

The stomach also regenerates a sophisticated and sensitive innermost lining that recognizes environmental cues, such as excess carbon dioxide, or the movement and rhythms of a living creature, and delivers oxygen from the circulatory system, while absorbing carbon dioxide. Skin contact with the lining exchanges nutrients and cellular information about sickness and injury the “guest” may have. In return, the lining communicates with the "host’s" body to help grant the guest what they need to overcome whatever danger they are in, from a rash to poison to broken bones. (The bones need to be set properly first though. Otherwise, they’ll heal at an accelerated pace, but the healed bone would be shaped wrong.) Through this process, and ‘disguised’ donated cells from the host, the guest can heal as efficiently as the host can, and with sufficient time (often broken up into separate sessions), can even regenerate from wounds they would not have healed from on their own.

Their stomachs make some noise while preparing to stretch. Some secreted chemicals in there (and in their saliva) during this time have a soothing, analgesic effect for the “guest”.

It has a calming effect on the host. Easier to think rationally, harder to get or stay angry. Though, not impossible, especially when protective instincts are involved.

They can digest and host at the same time, but how this goes generally depends on whether eating or hosting happened first.

If they host someone and then eat a big meal that they intend to digest, the stomach will prioritize the safety of the guest, and won’t grind away the lining. The pH will hover at around 5 or 6, comparable to the acidity of tomato juice or milk. The guest then takes over the grinding processes by moving around in all the food. It feels incredible to the host, who is accustomed to digestion usually being a somewhat painful process. With nothing but (relatively) gentle, warm movements inside, it’s an addictively soothing alternative. Comparable to a really good bubble bath, but from inside them.

If they eat a big meal before swallowing a live guest, they will likely hurt the guest. (Especially after the half-hour mark from when they started their meal, when the lining tends to be almost completely gone.) The stomach will recognize live movement and increased carbon dioxide, and stop its grinding processes, but neutralizing the acid already there will take time, and regenerating the lining will take time - possibly too long to save the guest if the guest isn’t coughed up soon. 

On that note, swallowing someone when the lining is gone (or mostly gone) will inflict intense nausea on the host - they’d have to fight hard not to throw up. If the captor manages to keep their captive down, the captive will suffocate to death and the digestive processes will start up again once the stomach no longer senses any living contents. Even a partially regenerated lining will help protect the captive by providing some oxygen - possibly enough to save them, but it’s a dangerous gamble. Swallowed air can help in the meantime, or extend the torture.

This is not a popular torture tactic or execution method. The torture is mutual. That said, some individuals can keep live food down casually, to the point where they don’t feel nauseated anymore. This usually means they’ve had a lot of dedicated practice, and is regarded as either an unthinkable cruelty or a vicious party trick, depending on the individuals and local inter-species politics.

Best to wait at least three hours after the host has had their latest solid meal, when the lining has mostly recovered.

Their bodies can instinctively recognize potential guests that they form close emotional bonds with. They tend to develop a specific craving for them, and the protective response from the lining tends to be all the more intense for bonded guests in particular, with it swelling to more of a cushion-like state as it works toward ensuring that they have what they need to survive in there. Movement inside feels all the more pleasant to the host in this state, as the swelling comes with a different sort of ache, and though it is far milder than the grinding-ache, massaging the lining in this state brings a sense of euphoric comfort and can further intensify their emotional attachment. Smelling sickness or blood from a bonded guest tends to give a potential host intense cravings, instinctively wanting to improve the guest's survival odds. If they can resist putting their bonded in their stomach, they're going to bury them in a nest of supplies. And chase off anyone they perceive as a bother.

Eating food near a bonded guest will cause their instincts to slow the digestive grinding and dilute the acids, to the point of possibly giving them indigestion for the sake of keeping the lining intact, in case hosting is on the table. They'll get a distinct craving for pressure and movement inside, and they will have to either put up with the discomfort until they slowly finish digesting, go someplace where they can't sense their bonded, or just host their bonded. 

Those new to the experience might make the mistake of gorging themselves in hopes that a large amount of food will be an adequate substitute. But none of those euphoric chemical exchanges are happening, and the food digests slowly, so they end up bloated and miserable for a while. 

For potential hosts who have to eat near a bonded human who doesn't care for the experience of being hosted, more easily digestible liquid diets tend to be preferred. This way, they'll still get bellyaches, but they won't be as intense, and they'll recover quicker. Whenever they can, they tend to eat in private, or just among their own kind, and pass it off as a "cultural thing" if they want to ease tension. It's less of a disaster than "I like you so much I want you for dessert."

COMBAT

Most of their own unarmed combat methods (against each other) rely heavily on grappling, rolling, jumping on an opponent, twisting them, using their combined weight and limbs as leverage to throw/roll/otherwise bring them down and pin them. Also a lot of biting and head-butting with horns at close quarters to stun. (Or fling, in cases of ramming charges. Due to the kind of force those ramming charges pack, their neck and back muscles are dense enough to make neck-breaks very difficult.) It’s usually very loud, with lots of tearing up the ground and smashing into things. They are also not opposed to using weapons of all sorts.

Where ranged combat is concerned, they are very adept at throwing large rocks unaided. But slings, for greater speed and distance, are also favored. As are javelins. Bows of their size are a bit rarer, but send spear-sized arrows great distances, and punch with the force of a ballista.

A human caught up in fighting one of these guys is likely in for a very bad day. Or night, rather. When up against humans, they tend to prefer attacking at night just because we can't see as well in the dark, and to take advantage of how darkness tends to amplify our fears. And to avoid the hassle of being unable to see in so much sunlight.

For a human, fighting this lot means keeping your distance and tactically outwitting them. If they close in, it's almost guaranteed to be over. Use whatever obstacles you can. A human taking one of them down is possible, but rare.

Due to their size, speed, strength, endurance, regenerative abilities, and climbing prowess, they make for highly prized, flexible troops, to whomever can recruit them. They can navigate rocky/mountainous terrain at unrivaled speed on the ground, fortress walls and barricades rarely keep them out for long, and they are highly effective and tenacious combatants. However, they can also be insubordinate and temperamental, and seldom think twice about trusting their own judgment over a commander's (regardless of the commander's species or their respect for them). If they don't like how a campaign or a mission is being handled, they're likely to try and take over their superior's position, for better or worse. Each individual is unique, but as a notable trend, discipline does not come as easily to them as it does to your average human.

INTER-SPECIES RELATIONS

Most of the bigger species will agree on the general opinion that humans are really cute and really tasty, and picking them up, holding, and/or swallowing them is therapeutic. Getting them to respect their human neighbors' boundaries (or to just respect them at all) is a common issue.

Generally, the more time they spend around humans, the more they see them as people. But still very tasty and adorable people.

In cases where there is little to no competition for resources between local, separate groups, these folks tend to regard interacting with humans as entertaining at best and mildly annoying at worst. This scenario runs the greatest risk of these folk adopting humans as pets.

In cases where there is competition between separate groups, humans don't tend to pose much of a threat to them. Interspecies conflicts are generally over swiftly, with humans almost always on the losing side. This tends to leave exclusively human populations wary and mistrustful of the bigger species. 

Diverse communities tend to thrive and defend themselves much better, have broader skill sets, and are far more common and lasting.

[jakkenpoy]

What program/brushes do you use?

Hello, anon! I use Krita, a desktop program that is completely free ✨ (The current version I am using is 5). I switched to Krita from CSP because I found painting there to be easier.

As for brushes, apart from the standard flat brush and eraser tool, I use these two that come with Krita by default:

I generally use Pencil-2 for sketching, line art, and details and Dry Bristles for painting and laying down flat colors, but I do use them interchangeably. Pencil-2 does not blend and Dry Bristles blends only a little.

The following is an explanation of how I draw with them, because technique and process also influence my style as much as the brushes do. I felt that that kind of information is more useful in case anyone wanted to try drawing like I do!

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My main painting technique is to layer and blend colors using Dry Bristles and draw in details with Pencil-2. I also tend to use only one layer (after merging the sketch/line art with flat colors) or anywhere between 2 to 4 layers, in which I have separate layers for sketch/line art and flat color and one or two layers on top to add details and draw over the errors. In the latter I usually focus on corrections in the detail layers instead of switching back and forth to fix the lines and flats (unless I needed to erase something outside of the lines). With this relaxed drawing process I am able to create some of my favorite pieces that are featured below:

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Here I used Dry Bristles for the flat colors and Pencil-2 to scribble in some details. The blush on the face was also painted using Dry Bristles with light pressure.

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For these ones I use the same brushes but with the color jitter effect applied (here is a tutorial on how to do that). I like using color jitter because it gives this more analogue (traditional) feel, like drawing with dry medium. The unpredictability of the colors is a bit hard to get used to at first but you learn to work with it! When I am happy with the colors I will switch back to plain Pencil-2 (w/o the jitter) to add details, along with the eyedropper tool to blend and "even out" the jittered colors for a better effect.

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For this one I used both Dry Bristles and Pencil-2 to blend colors into each other. You can better see where and how I did it in these close-ups:

The way I blend here is like using a colored pencil.

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Sometimes my lines are crisp, sometimes my lines are sketchy. In most cases I use a "painting" method to draw lines, which is to say I draw a line and then I erase/paint on top of it to get the desired look and weight (like cleaning up a sketch), instead of following an "inking" method (where you draw the line art as it is before coloring). I really just approach it as if I'm painting with acrylics!

I hope this explanation is okay! Let me know if you need more clarity on some parts ^^

[legolasghosty]

Willex soulmates ink style? (I am intrigued about what ink style means)

Hello Anon! Ah yesss, this brain child that just refuses to draw itself to a natural conclusion...

So obviously it's a soulmates au, mainly Willex focused, though a few other sets are mentioned or present. In this universe, soulmates share marks made on their skin. Mostly this means that when one person gets ink on their skin, their soulmate gets it as well, though it also applies to scrapes, bruises, and other skin injuries. The skin sharing generally starts early on in the kids' lives.

For Alex and Willie, it starts when they're 5 and 6 respectively. Certain things, like names or addresses, won't transfer cause Soulmate Rules, but the two become best friends as they grow up together. They call each other Hotdog and Pancake since they can't share real names, and talk about everything. Alex is there for Pancake when he admits that he might be a boy. Pancake is there for Alex when his parents get too controlling. They share about their friends and schooling and hobbies and just about everything else. But still they reach Pancake's 18th birthday and they've never actually met.

Julie and the Phantoms are playing a gig that night for the birthday party of some rich, private school kid. And well, I think you can guess the rest (It's Willie's party and they run into each other during the gig, if that wasn't clear).

As far as writing goes, the thing was supposed to be short, but is currently sitting at over 5k words and they still haven't actually talked yet. So. We'll see. But here's a snippet!

Julie made them actually warm up their voices properly, thank goodness, and then they all settled in to wait. The party started at 7, and they were supposed to start their set at 8. Luke was bouncing off the walls, his adrenaline already going full blast. Julie perched on the bed to scroll through TikTok, Reggie watching over her shoulder.  Alex was about to pull out his own phone when he noticed something appearing on his wrist. Black or blue? He chuckled and grabbed a pen out of his fanny pack. For what? Dad wants me to wear a suit for my party. Black or blue? Alex thought for a second. Blue. I feel like you would just look wrong with no color at all. >:) Bold of you to assume I’m sticking with a normal-colored dress shirt. Dare I ask? It’s white, just with little blue flowers all over. It’s pretty! Like you ;) The skin below that just turned pink with marker, a signal that Alex had long ago realized meant they were blushing.

Look I'm sorry, they're just too cute, I can't! Thanks for the ask, I love this fic so much and I really want to finish it!!!

[ink-selfship-shenanigans]

the tail headcanon oneshot is done! Here you go!

You and Ink were messing around in your room, currently looking for craft supplies to use to make something. Ink was bending over, looking in one of the various storage boxes the two of you had gotten out to look through. He was very excited and you were also trying to look, just behind him. Until you noticed something. There was a very small protrusion just under the waistband of Ink’s pants in the back. It was moving slightly, side to side, and needless to say this weirded you the hell out. None of the other skeletons had this and you hadn’t noticed it before. “Hey… Ink?” you inquire. “Yeah, pal?” Ink responds, still not looking at you as he rummages through the old art supplies.  “Do you… have a tail or something?” At this Ink stops and turns his head towards you, looking embarrassed and shocked. “H-how did you know?…” “It’s wagging right now, and your position makes it stick out.” “Oh…” He flusters a bit, noticing his stance. “Could I… see it?” you ask awkwardly, a bit shy yourself. “Oh! Well… I mean… I don’t see why not…” He smiles sheepishly, getting into a better standing position and very carefully unveiling the tail. It was very short and stumpy, about 3 segments long at most, pretty rounded too. It simply looked like his spine was just a few vertebrae longer than normal. It was still wagging very slowly, Ink looking back at it with a flustered smile. You admire it for a moment, blushing a bit yourself and thinking about how adorable it is. “Why do you hide it?” you ask curiously. “Lots of reasons.” he answers briefly. “Such as?” “Well…” he hesitates a moment, “I feel like it makes me stand out too much. And I’ve been teased about it before. It’s also just best to avoid people grabbing it and stuff.” he explains, still looking bashful. “Well I think it’s cute! Can I… touch it…?” You become more flustered as you inquire. Ink looks anxious for a moment, face lighting up with colors as he blushes. Soon his expression softens and he smiles. “Well, uh… sure… just be careful…” At his permission you carefully move your hand towards it, being very gentle as you begin to touch it. You run your hands over the segments, rubbing each one gently. This seems to elicit a reaction from Ink, who stiffens a bit and lets out a whimper, his expression very similar to how you’ve seen him react when his neck is touched. “Wow, are you alright?” you ask, hoping you’ve not done anything wrong. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, just… it’s sensitive, if you can’t tell…” he responds, looking flustered. “Alright…” you reply, beginning to pet the tail again. It wags in your hand, Ink letting out more breaths and squeaks and beginning to purr at one point. He’s soon shivering, embarrassed but not displeased. Eventually he turns around and hugs you suddenly, looking flustered and somewhat desperate. “H-hey, I’m sorry but I think I need cuddles REAL BAD now…” he says, clinging to you slightly. “Heh, alright, cutie.” you say, patting his head and picking him up to take him over to the couch.

hope you enjoyed! ^^

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AWWWHHH HE IS SO ADORABLE YES I WILL CUDDLE HIM

You have NO IDEA of how much i adore this little piece of writing