#bit of a learning curve and i have a really difficult time making any of my paintings actually coherent

[syn4k]

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a wizard in her natural element

[3verythingiknowaboutlove]

the limit does not exist!

how spencer helps college!reader understand a little calculus and therefore understand how he loves her.

MDNI | smut word count: 1931 warnings & tags & stuff: fem reader, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lil bit of overstim hehe, pure unbridled affection, LOVE, FLUFF, hugging, reader cries, this was in fact meant to be written for spence's birthday... sorry about that school is kicking my butt lets just pretend it's october! author's note: this one is for my folks who HATE their calculus class and want spencer reid to give them head instead <3 maybe this can help you romanticize it a bit. i think this is classified as self indulgent…like REALLY self indulgent… hah... anyway i hope you enjoy! let me know your thoughts if u have any, i loveeeee you!! have a great day my hands are shaking posting this smut is so scary!!!!!

You sat in bed, staring down your notebook, eyes narrowed. Limits stared back at you. You were just about at your own limit, if you were being honest. 

Your brain, however sharp and witty it may be, is absolutely not one designed for calculus. A literary analysis essay? Done in half an hour. In depth scientific research project? Easiest months of your life. But there’s something about finding the instantaneous rate of change of a curve at one point in time by finding the slope of a tangent line that hasn't clicked yet. 

A slew of other papers- notes, practice worksheets printed from obscure websites, and formulas- surround you, a sea of unfinished thoughts from the past month of the semester.

You bite on the end of your pen, the little hope you had for a good grade in this class slipping further and further away with each passing moment, like the last ember dying in the remains of a fire.

What you really wanted to be doing was celebrating Spencer’s birthday with him right now. A chocolate cake lay on the kitchen counter and pasta simmers on the stove, but you and your boyfriend had agreed to do a solid hour of work before the celebrations ensued.

You were never particularly strong willed when it came to following through on such agreements.

“Teach me calculus,” you say, a very impressive three minutes later, flopping down on the couch. Your head makes its way to its forever resting spot, Spencer’s lap. He raises his eyebrows slightly, thumb reaching out to trace over the slope of your nose. His eyes flit between you and the file to the side of him. 

“I thought we agreed on an hour.”

“Yeah. But it wouldn’t be a very productive hour if I didn’t know how to do what I have to do. And I missed you.” 

He sighs quietly, closing the file next to him. 

“What do you not understand?” You smile at that, loving how quickly you won.

“Related rates. Like, conceptually.” 

Spencer hums in response.

“It’s October. You’re not even supposed to know related rates yet.”

“Fine. Then let's open presents,” you respond, smiley. His eyebrows get impossibly higher, hand stroking your cheek delicately.

“No. I want our night to be a little more stress free when we celebrate, okay? How about you think about that lovely cake you made for me. What if I decided to squash it so that the diameter would get bigger, going from…let’s say, 20 centimeters to 26 centimeters in 3 seconds, and the height would get smal-”

“That wouldn't be nice. It took me like four hours,” you interrupt, grumbling. He cracks a smile.

“For the sake of the example, let's say I was an awful boyfriend and really wanted to ruin all the hard work you put in for me.”

You roll your eyes.

“Hey,” he says, hand moving down to touch your jaw softly. “Don’t do that. Don’t be difficult. I’m helping you.”

“Sorry. I guess I need you to zoom out a little. I don’t really get why I’m learning this as a whole.” Spencer’s eyes pore into yours, staring down at you adoringly for a small moment as he comes up with an answer.

“Calculus helps us begin to explain the unexplainable by harnessing what we can,” Spencer says simply. “Einstein once said that, ‘Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas,’ which makes it simple in practice, but I actually like to think about it as the opposite philosophically. Trying to find logic in the more poetic ideas.”

You cuddle deeper in his lap.

“Think he would agree with that?” you ask. “I do answer to Einstein before you, unfortunately.” Spencer bends down to kiss your hair.

“I think so. He also had a really nice quote where he remarked that, ‘Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.’ He said, ‘How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.’”

Spencer takes a deep breath.

“Math doesn’t explain how I love you. It can’t. But I love the fact that it tries to. It kinda makes you wanna learn it as best you can.”

You process that for a long second and nod. He keeps talking.

… 

Presents get opened, and cake gets eaten before dinner. Of course.

You’re now in bed, on top of the covers, forcing Spencer to give you a fashion show of the new sweater vest and tie you got him. He turns to you after putting it on, and you beam. 

“I really like it. You look great. Do you like it?” you ask. He nods, smiling back at you.

“I’m gonna wear it to work tomorrow.” 

You beckon for Spencer to come closer, sitting up in bed. Your hands go out to the tie, tugging at the knot softly. He stares down at you until eventually interrupting your motions with a slow kiss, hands cupping your face.

“You’re so pretty,” he mutters.

He pulls away and finishes what you started, folding the tie neatly and setting it in the drawer. Then comes the vest, and soon enough, he’s just in his boxers.

“You’re the pretty one,” you say quietly. “Come to bed.” He crawls on next to you, tugging you into his arms. “Happy birthday, Spence. I love you.” He dips his forehead to your shoulder.

“I love you.”

Before you know it, he’s shifted on top of you, moving down. Fast. You blink, hard, trying to rid your head of the hazy endorphins as you register what he’s doing.

“What? No, I was gonna do that. It’s your birthday. You don’t have to,” you protest.

“But I really, really want to, darling girl,” he murmurs back, kissing your knee and softly pushing it to the side.

You fluster and Spencer just looks at you, fingers tracing shapes on your waist, waiting for you to be ready. 

“Well. Um. Okay. If you insist. I can’t really deny the birthday boy.” Your voice is small, and a little giddy smile grows on your face. Of course Spencer Reid would want to give you head on his birthday. 

He smiles a little against the bare skin of your hip where your top meets your shorts. Then he meets your eyes. 

“You know you can, though, right?” he asks, voice a little more serious. You reach out to touch his hair softly. 

“Yeah. I know.”

Fingers hook your shorts, gently pulling them down. He presses a kiss to your thigh, and then he suddenly looks down at it. 

“Soft,” he murmurs, like he’s making a mental note. He presses another, and another, incrementally going closer and closer to your soaked through underwear. His eyebrows scrunch when he sees the wet spot. “All this from a few kisses?” 

You blush, unable to respond. 

Spencer’s fingers hook a centimeter of your underwear. “These?” he checks.

“Yes, please,” you manage. He tugs them down, silently noticing the slickness of your sex, and exhales shakily.

“How many times on average does it take for a guy to call you pretty on a given day before you get annoyed?” he murmurs, soft smile playing on his face. You smile too, head cloudy from his words, but it immediately drops when his lips press directly against your pulsing clit, kissing it softly.

“Fuck,” you say (Spencer would argue moan) softly (loudly). You let out a content sigh, and he moves to suckle it, actions becoming less and less delicate. 

It’s not harsh, but incessant. Spencer knows what you can take. He knows exactly what you can take. You’re both quiet for a bit, save for your breathy moans. 

“Spencer,” you say softly, ripping you both out of your individually hazy and dirty and distracted minds. “You’re too far away.” He looks up to you, face parallel to your aching core, hair beautifully messy and mouth glistening.

After a second, he grabs your hips, gently pushing you up against the pillows so you’re propped up at a better angle. He then shifts his body up wordlessly so he’s more above you, dipping his head down to give you a soft kiss. You taste yourself, tongue darting out to lick your lips.

His hand takes over where his mouth was, sliding in between your folds with a practiced ease. Spencer looks down at you, eyes wide and flitting between yours, searching for a reaction.

You reach out and wrap your arms around him, holding him close. “Holy shit, I love you,” you murmur.

His fingers lightly graze your clit again before one slides into you. “Angel,” he breathes out, so quietly. “I love you too. This okay? Are you okay?”

You nod feverishly and lift your hips to meet his hand, always in a perpetual state of wanting more, to be closer. Your bodies are melded so close together, barely giving him room to push his hand into you. He doesn’t even bother to ask you to use your words or keep your hips down, like he might on a regular night.

He pulls his head back to watch as he pushes another finger into you, stretching you just a little. “There we go. You always feel like heaven around me.”

Your eyes flit up to his face as he says those words, now having a little more room to observe him. You focus on the slope of his nose and curve of his mouth. 

“You’re so perfect,” you say quietly, adoringly, before you even realize it was true.

You blink at that thought. Spencer Reid is perfect, despite whatever universal odds deeming that impossible.

Those graphs, those formulas, now laying discarded & crumpled on the ground. They click, a little bit. You understand why Albert Einstein wanted to spend his life developing theories of relativity.

This is how Spencer sees you? What he was talking about earlier?

This is how he sees you?

The thought is almost too much.

Spencer sees your face, and not knowing what's going on in your head, slides down his free hand from your cheek to your carotid, feeling your racing pulse. “Take a deep breath for me, okay? You're about to come, huh?”

You inhale and are met with peace. Then your orgasm hits you like a wave. You clench hard around his fingers, and he just watches it happen, fascinated. “Baby,” he coos softly at you.

It wasn’t just your sensitivity he’s currently maximizing on or the little kisses he dips down to leave on your neck that sealed the deal, but the very thought that you could be loved in a way that is so perfectly impossible.

You exhale breathily as Spencer pushes you through the last trails of your climax, fingers not caring one bit that you just had your world tilted on its axis. 

“Spencer. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you say eventually, overstimulated.

“You’re okay. Did so good.” he murmurs, fingers slipping out of you. 

His thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even realize was dripping down.

“Don’t cry, you always cry. It’s my birthday. Don’t cry on my birthday,” he whispers soothingly, affection lacing his voice.

“I’m not.” 

Another one falls. 

You reach and press out that perpetual little slope between his eyebrows with your thumb, gentle, like you might break him. “I’m not crying.”

Spencer lets you lie.

[lj-lephemstar]

Progress Checkup! (Nov. 2024) | Scratchin' Melodii Devlog

​​Hey again guys! Sorry if it's been a bit since the last devlog. With how much I've been up to, it sure feels like it!

Let's get right into it. For starters, the 3rd rival battle of Act 2 is complete! I'll likely be showing a gameplay preview of it sometime soon. This is the first song to use the new framework that I'll be using for all the other stages going forward, which also means I've had to spend the past couple weeks getting the previous songs working with this new system too... Did you know that in the demo builds, if I wanted to change something about the gameplay, I'd have to manually go back and change it for EACH individual song one by one? Well now, imagine all the songs had like a peace treaty to just share one good, clean, and organized system that I can easily tweak and add to as I please. So development is gonna be smoother than ever from here! This is how most games are SUPPOSED to work, but I was a liiittle too stupid to figure out how to do this until recently!

While I was moving Cream Cheese Icing over to this new system, I took the opportunity to make the chart a bit more beginner-friendly! For example, the first line went from this...

To just this!

As you can see, it has less notes, therefore it is less scary for new players. Believe it or not, I actually never intended for Cream Cheese Icing to be so difficult for new players in the first place! Naturally, being too good at my own game can make gauging the difficulty curve a bit tricky at times, but I think I'm figuring it out!​

You may have also noticed that the characters have new UI icons too! I felt like the old ones were too flat and boring, so I did a new take on them, aiming for more dynamic shapes and angles, not to mention how my art style's just kinda grown a bit in general since I last drew the icons. I also ended up leaving out the circles behind them. I was a little worried I was gonna run out of unique colors for all of them at some point, plus SOME of these guys can have really big hair and/or hats that pretty much just cover up the whole circle anyway. (hi rensa)

Speaking of artwork, here's a little look at some of the updated animation I've done for Stir & Mix! (Try to imagine it in not highly-compressed-gif-form. I promise it looks better in-game!)

When working on Stir & Mix related stuff, I can't help but feel a bit of a sense of dread knowing how people may react to it... Honestly, sometimes I kinda wish it never got as popular as it did in 2022. But hey, doing my own thing regardless of what's expected of me is the most Scratchin' Melodii thing I could do!

Speaking of which, Mia learned a ton of new stuff while doing the VOCALOID tuning for the last rival battle we worked on, so we might revisit Stir & Mix's vocals again at some point before release to give it even more style! (By the way, Mia and 2cada are the same person! Sorry if I refer to both names interchangeably! She's been the one doing all the VOCALOID tuning and vocal mixing for the game since 2023.)

Well, I think that's all for now! Here's another friendly reminder that there will NOT be anymore demos of the game. Any new content will be saved for the full game's release. I know I've said it before, but I probably won't stop saying it until people stop getting confused about it LOL. Thanks for reading!! I appreciate you. - LJ

[yandere-wishes]

Okay so not an ask more of a Headcanon based on observation and the character he is based on, but I see Honest Fellow as someone who would both idolize/emulate and resent the rich. By his design his clothes, while they pay homage to Honest John with the patchwork pantleg and the misding pinky tip on his one glove seem very well-kempt, on top of that his hat and cane are practically emaculate that cane alone couldn't have been cheap though I wouldn't put it passed the sly fox man to have either swindled someone out of it or stole it from them outright. Point is I'm getting wants to be a rich man but hates the rich people vibes.

All of that is set-up for my headcanon that if he ever had a S/O you can bet he would get them jewelry and expensive clothes. Basically just adorn them in finery he had acquired through whatever means (cough, likely stolen or purchased with dirty money, cough) and proudly have them stand by his side. The thought to use them as a pretty little lure to catch even bigger fish might cross his mind, but I doubt he'd ever use them like that. Personally, I feel like he'd be to possessive to do that even if his darling wanted to help like that, after all what if he let's them go off alone and someone tries to take advantage of his poor darling? He doesn't think they're weak or foolish per say but who could protect them better than him? I think he'd have a difficult time even leaving them alone with Gidelle (only 90 percent sure I got that right), of course he trusts Gidelle, well as much as he can truly trust anyone anyway, but he's the brains of the outfit and unless he's personally by his darlings side he won't ever be truly assured something won't go wrong.

Let's say that darling isn't quite so understanding or compliant, his possessive side would certainly get worse. He can't leave them alone for one second qhat if they try and sneak off. Perhaps to save his pride he'd be a bit delusional, they're just a sweet little naive skittish thing that doesn't know any better, possibly they've never known a love as deep and unshakable as his, it's only natural there would be a learning curve for them and who better than he to teach them? I highly doubt he'd ever use physical punishments on his darling, probably doesnt like punishing them as he thinks they are just still learning, but that doesn't mean he won't find other ways to punish them if necessary. I do think if they actively tried to run he wouldn't waste a minute getting something along the lines of a necklace with a chain, something fashionable but functional as a reminder while they're learning, if that reminder isn't enough though he might go for a bejeweled pet collar and leash. If all else fails isolation in a secure location with him as their only source of human, or well beastman, contact would certainly allow them to see how much they needed each other. Whatever he has to do to make them understand it'll all be worth it later once they're settled and he can spoil them like they deserve.

TLDR: Honest Fellow would love to lavish his S/O in (possibly ill-gotten) finery and would actively and proudly show them off on his arm. Everyone can look and admire, but only he is allowed to touch.

This has got to be the most effort anyone has ever put into something they sent in my ask box!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Okay so right off the bat let me say that YES!! This is canon I don't care what anyone says.

I can see him as "wanting what they have" but "not wanting to be them". Essentially he wants the ability to give his darling the best of everything. Yet still ultimately preserving his own "personality". Like you said Fellow hates the rich. They're insufferable, self-absorbed and loathsome, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't crave the glitz and glammer.

Now I can kinda see Fellow only really interacting with his darling at first to use her as bait. Winning her over with expensive gifts and pretty cloths (all from dirty money ofc) and sure darling does start to fall for his tricks. But here's the thing, the moment his darling begins to show the tinest interest in him Fellow FALLS HARDER!! All of a sudden he doesn't want ANYONE near his darling! Just him only him. Sooner or later his darling will start to feel suffocated, she'll be desperate to get away from him. Forsaking the pretty presents and charming "boyfriend" for just a moment of freedom. But Fellow's a sly fox, always one step ahead. He knows how to ensnare his darling before she's even run away.

Overall Fellow will lavish you, treat you like a queen, getting you anything you desire (through underhanded means) but you'll never be allowed to leave him. Forever trapped by his side on the island of pleasure…

Quick question is Fellow meant to be the same age as the third years or is he older??

[signanothername]

Do you have any tips on how to study an artist style because I haven't been able to find a video on YouTube to help me☹️💔

Oof yeah Youtube usually just has the “how to find your artstyle” vids (which are all bullshit tbh but I digress)

Ok tbh I barely do art studies, so I would try and explain how I would do an artstyle study myself and hope that helps dhhxhxhx

The thing about an artstyle, is that it’s a bit unique to each person, and not just in terms of one single thing, but everything from how they do their lineart, to coloring, shading, etc

Not only that, but an artstyle changes and grows with the person as they learn more and more about their preferences, no artstyle stays the same forever

Not only that, but depending on the artist’s artstyle, it could be really easy to study cause the artist is consistent with their art, or really difficult cause the artist has no set artstyle and they change constantly

That’s why I’d say the best way to approach it is to study it bit by bit, and not to overwhelm yourself trying to take in how an artist does something all at once during practice

But the biggest thing that I’d say would make you understand another artist’s artstyle is observation

Take multiple artworks from the artist you wanna study and just take them in, observe everything about them

Do they use lineart or are they lineless, if they use lineart are their linestrokes thick or thin, is their lineart clean or is it messy, if it’s messy, how messy? Is the lineart angular or round generally? Or maybe they use both angular and round edges?

Are their lines curved or very straight? Does their line weight change in the same linestroke or does it have the same line weight throughout? Do they tend to do their lines in one single clean stroke, or do they tend to re-emphasize their lines by 2 or 3 more strokes in the same place?

What kinda brush do they seem to use? Is it a very textured brush or is it a very clean inky brush?

How do they color? Do they use bright and saturated colors or do they go for muted and dark colors? Maybe something in between? How do they shade? Do they use cell shading with hard edges, or do they use soft shading, do they blend it in or keep the edges of their colors bold and sharp? Maybe both?

How do they shape certain things? Maybe their artstyle relies heavily on rectangular shapes, maybe their artstyle shapes certain things to be round and others as cubic in the same artwork

And so on

Then after observing as many artworks by eye as you can, go for actual practice

Take a shot at trying to replicate their artstyle, it doesn’t have to be perfect, just as close as you can

Again, try it to take it one step at a time, at first try to focus on the lineart for example and nothing else, just try replicating that, just so you won’t overwhelm yourself with information and end up thinking it’s way harder than it truly is

Hell maybe you aren’t really interested to understand their lineart, maybe you like their coloring, and so just focus on how they color and try coloring the same way they do with your own art

Sometimes you get really stuck with something, or you try and replicate something and you genuinely couldn’t at all, in that case, I would say, if possible, try contacting the artist you’re trying to study the artstyle of, many artists would be happy to help where they can and give you a direct response and instructions to how they do a certain thing in their artstyle (I definitely would)

So, with all that out of the way, Imma give you an example, it’ll be a very quick example without much depth, but just to give you the general idea to use as a basis

(I’ll be using my own artstyle as an example cause idk if other artists would be comfortable with me using their art without permission dggdgdggd)

Again, this is just a very quick example, you can actually take one artwork and study it to every little detail, then work your way up to multiple artworks at a time

Uuuh that’s all I can honestly give, hope it helps, good luck with your artstyle study <3333333

[blueskittlesart]

I’ve been playing oot lot and I’ve been really enjoying it loads, weird question but I’ve had the thought- Is Gabon’s castle hard? Like I’m only on the spirit temple and then I thought and got stressed/anxious about the final dungeon/final part of the game, I think I might be psyching myself out mainly because I feel like I’m bad at games especially oot and the switch controls can be frustrating plus I panic when there’s a timer and or when im in a lotta pressure. I’ve tried googling it but I don’t know

the dungeon itself isn't super difficult imo, it's basically 6 different rooms mimicking the 6 late-game dungeons, each with a small puzzle which will get you closer to entering the final battle. there are a few ways to make things easier on yourself--do the shadow room early and get the golden gauntlets, and then you can lift up one of the pillars in the final area to get an ability that reduces the damage you take. that makes the final battle WAAAAY way way way easier. you should also practice camera-clipping with no target a little bit before going into ganon's castle, because he becomes untargetable for one phase of the final battle, which can be a really steep learning curve since most of the other battles in the game encourage you to rely on targeting so heavily. if you get a feel for where exactly the camera will clip to when there's nothing to target, that phase will become a lot easier. You're also gonna want to get a good amount of heart containers before battle--it's not IMPOSSIBLE to do with just the base hearts you get from the dungeons, but having a few extras will help you out. and obv you're gonna want a few fairies lined up just in case. there is also a minor timed segment just before the final phase of battle, but if you lose it just puts you back at the start of that segment, not the whole battle, so try not to freak out about it too hard. It's not the easiest boss battle in the franchise by any means, but i don't think it's extremely difficult either. remember that there's no penalty if you have to try it multiple times, and even though i know it's tempting, try not to save between stages within the final battle, because that can lock you into a difficult situation if you're low on hearts or items. as a general rule, if you're trapped into an enclosed space, don't save even if the game lets you. your save should be at a place where you can retreat and make further preparations if you need to. but you'll probably be fine!! you got this :)

[clangenrising]

I hope Ospreymask gets the kittens she's hoping for! I was literally just thinking last night "Bluekit and Yellowkit can't be too far out from apprenticeship, I wonder if the game will give us a new litter or if we'll have an empty nursery for the first time since the Oddletts!"

I think it will be interesting to see Ospreymask as a mom. I really like how you've developed her as a character before her POV and how it's continuing now-- especially because she feels like a divergence from the kit-loving stereotype in the canon series. It's been well established that she loves kids, but that doesn't always translate to being prepared to parent- and right now it sounds like she's got sort of an idealized mindset around pregnancy and raising kids. That combined with the fact that she seems to have some unhealthy responses to loss (don't linger on it and try to find new things to bring you joy as quickly as possible (not that moving on is bad, just that doing it without taking the time to let yourself mourn isn't great)) makes me think she'll experience a bit of a learning curve if she succeeds in having kits! Especially because they won't be kittens forever, they'll grow up into teens and then adults, and will need a different kind of guidance and support from her, something I'm not sure she's fully considered. I can't draw any serious conclusions though, this is the first time we've been in her head so it's too soon to really know for sure. Very excited to see more of her!

Amazing analysis, as always! 50 Risingbucks!

I think that yeah, Ospreymask is probably not ready to be a mother or rather she's not ready for the more difficult aspects of parenting. Being a kitsitter and a parent are two very different things and I don't know if she's prepared for that haha

It'll be nice to have new kittens in the Clan though and at the very least it's guaranteed that her kittens will know they're very, very loved.

[dykeomania]

𝒎𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔: parenthood (3).

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: parenthood means stress, and endurance, and exhaustion, and learning curves, and ... sometimes, really, really, really good sex?

𝐚/𝐧: this is my Parenthood (Thought) Piece because i understand that i am mentally 30 but i llloooooooooooveeee a good domesticity concept i eat that shit up nnomnomnonmonmnom. i needed to talk about early parenthood with ellie and i needed to talk about some of the ... Alternate Consequences ... of early parenting .. if you will. this was fun. this was also composed between the hours of like, 2-4am. i think it's pretty literate, and kind of alright. you may have a fun time reading it. if you don't, sorry i'll venmo you a dollar. not ssssure if i really have anything else to say, honestly. proofread (at a very early hour, mind you) but i always make mistakes, i'll always edit over time.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: i understand these tags are like super weird and i always preface my fics like "fuck around and find out," but just to be clear, this fic does not sexualize children in any way. any way. just to really make that clear. mentions of you and ellie being engaged. joel's technically alive. mentions of children. parental uncertainty. stress. a little bit of sub bottom!ellie. we're dipping our toes in. also dom top!ellie. mentions of oral (both receiving), mentions of vaginal penetration (reader receiving). both ellie and the reader being milfs / ellie thinking its really hot how you are a good mom (there are still so many things in this category that i could've hit that im probably not even thinking of, so if y'all like this and wanna talk about them, Please talk to me) i write in past tense for literally all of it and this is just a me thing, but that's not really my style, so things may be .. off. or maybe it's just me. maybe i'm tripping. we'll see. it's like, 4am. so.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.1k, just about (i did too much).

.   .   .   .

you both lived on the farm. it was a quiet, proud little life that you lead. a picturesque actualization of all of the little thoughts and dreams that you and ellie have had about living together, about having a family. though, parenthood was new, and difficult. there were some nights that the baby wouldn't stop crying, and both of you would take turns feeling like shit -- one usually at a grander magnitude than the other --  because neither of you would know what to do. what, am i like, a bad mom? does he hate me? you spent time convincing each other that that is simply not the case, and that this was all part of the process. that you were both new, and learning, and that it's okay.

if you knew nothing else, whether that be due to not having experienced parenthood before or the delirium accompanying the heavy set bags and dark circled ruminating under both of your eyes, then you did know that there were a few things for certain: he will suck his thumb. his cries will turn to wails which will turn to sniffles, which will turn to sighs. he will get tired. he will roll over, and coo, and will go to sleep.... eventually.

granted, while this mentality in general made things easier throughout the early days of raising your newborn son, there was still no doubt that it was.. exhausting. in every way. parenting was a constant learning curve, and it took tolls on both of you in different ways. for ellie, she'd get quiet. snippy, even, and gain a little bit too much audacity at times. a snarky remark or demonstration of blatant impatience towards something minuscule, but still hurtful. her frustration would always point toward some deeper issue that she often struggled met with annoyance first, and words second. one of the first things that ellie learned while parenting was that she was really bad at communicating. she'd find herself throughout the first three, maybe even six months, constantly finding ways to say sorry.. even without saying really having said it. like, slipping into bed when after you'd finally went to sleep, and pressing kisses to your temple. or making sure the dishrack was completely empty, so you'd have one less thing to work about. albeit she struggled to verbally explain that while she understood you were too, she was just.. a little tired.

maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or her willingness to take up most of the tasks that required attention in areas other than just the inside of the home. which.. you did have to admit, were a little bit more intense than cleaning and washing dishes. no one asked her to do all of that. she took it upon herself to do extraneous tasks, like fix the fucking roof, during the peak of summer. and you'd always offer to help, truly. but it was always no, i've got it. you've got other stuff to do. you just go play with him, and i'll be in to take over in a little, okay?

you would, at times, have to sit her down and remind her to take it slow. that the roof isn't really bothering either of you, right now, and it won't until .. october, probably. that it's okay to swap out, if need be. she can do dishes, cook if she wants (burn down the house, if she wants), clean up while you go fix the wiring of the fence, tend to the horses, whatever the fuck she feels the need to do, on top of having to do already.

you would have to remind her, that she just can't do everything all at once. and that's okay. but that's also neither of your faults.

both you and parenthood alike would teach her to .. slow down, take it easy, and to talk.

ellie would have to teach you something similar, believe it or not. your back hurt. your tits wouldn't stop fucking leaking, and ever since you gave birth, you wouldn't stop getting these aching migraines that made your ears ring. you quite literally found yourself bending over backwards, trying to do everything all at once all of the time (sound familiar?), because you knew that it was as much of your job as it was ellie's. you can change the diapers, you can pump the breastmilk, you can clean the house, you can stop him from crying, you can read him books (that he couldn't understand, yet, technically), you could do everything. and theoretically, you could. and you would, until it made you frayed, and unhealthy.

that would be enough to make ellie to step in, put her hand on your shoulder, and advise you in a tone that was about as gentle as it was stern:

hey, let maria take him for a couple of days. you're tense -- i can feel you from across the house.

despite the anxiety and the frustration and the sleep deprivation and the exhaustion, you really would feel grateful to be experiencing this trying time together. there were some patterns characterizing it that were obviously stressful, and anxiety-inducing. but there were some consistencies throughout it that were be sweet, and tender. like, running each other warm baths. sitting – either in the bath, with the other, or on the toilet, or the side of the bath – and talking in low volume, not really out of fear of waking the baby, but just to kind of relish in the pocket of peace that existed between the two of you in that moment. the affection never died between the two of you. you were always snuggling close to each other when it came time for bed. always pressing tender kisses to each other's shoulders, holding each other's hands, circling your thumbs and indexes over each other's engagement rings.

… But!

you know... i'm a whore. so honestly, what really spurred this whole thought, is the fact that .. during parenthood your sex lives would practically be nonexistent. and it's not something that either of you really notice, until one of you explicitly brought it up. raising a child -- especially raising one in an environment that you both worked to keep safe, secured, and comfortable -- is a lot of work.

it wouldn't dawn upon either of you until you both were eating one night at the table - another tradition that you did not forfeit. you managed to dance around the subject due to something entirely tangential, and then it hit you, and you said – out of pure realization, ellie, we haven't had sex in .. like, months.

and just like that, the consequences of at least 98 days of involuntarily celibacy hit you both like a fucking truck.

for you, it came in the form of .. the simple reminder that your soon-to-be-wife is really... really fucking physically flawless. you'd notice this everytime she'd wear short-sleeves, or shirts no sleeves, which was really only.. every once in a while, as jackson got colder, or whenever you both woke up. sometimes you'd find yourself looking at ellie's back profile as she sat upright on the bed, adjacent and turned from you, stretching a big, grand stretch, and you'd feel a specific heat beginning to tickle the insides of your thighs. you found it harder to keep your gazes to yourself as ellie exited the shower, muscles apparent, and glistening. her whole body was littered with scars, and yet she was still so gorgeous. it was hard to believe that even for a second you failed to recall – or be conscious of – the fact that as much of a teddy-bear as she was, you were practically dating a fucking sculpture.

naturally, you would act on your desires first. and frankly, ellie would be so willing to lean into them. 

she'd be lying if she said sometimes she didn't wake feeling a bit restless, and like there was only one thing that soothe her. she craved it, sometimes – your hands, on her. all she needed were some quick rubs against her clit and kisses against her skin to motivate her to get out of bed and feed the animals. and she was so, so fortunate to have a fiancée good enough to her to give her just that.

she dared, shame on her, to forget how good you could make her feel. ellie never really let anyone touch her, before she met you. before she met you, she was honestly convinced a lot of the parts "down there" didn't work. she could hardly achieve making herself cum. it’d take so long. ellie hardly masturbated because she’d get impatient in any ordeal that wasn’t some needy, feral 3am occurrence that left her stirring, sweaty, and overwhelmed. it was a lot of buildup for what she saw as, in the end, very little payoff. and as far as other people making her cum went? well, no one had ever gotten that far. frankly, she didn’t think anyone would get that far.

that was until she met you.

it definitely wasn’t easy. there were a lot of tired wrists and upper biceps, and your jaw did get pretty sore. her pussy was gorgeously messy. but her clit liked to hide sometimes underneath the extra skin. when you found it, you learned that it was usually, extremely sensitive. but you told her that that was okay. you could make that work.

you spent a lot of time learning all of the technicalities. what was too much, what wasn’t enough. what to say to her; how fast to rub her.

it paid off, because about a month into dating, you showed her that it — and frankly, anything — was possible. just takes a little bit of time, and patience, kisses and whispers of affirmation how about how good she feels. how good she’s doing. takes some listening, intently, to what she needs. to what her body needs. 

can feel you twitching. you want my finger right here?

fuck, yeah. right there. just like that, baby -- please don't fuckin' stop.

and once you got good at it (and you got so fucking good at it), ellie couldn’t get enough. she jokes, regularly, that that’s one of the reasons why she’s going to marry you.

ellie's voice in the mornings would breathless and empty. all bostonian accent, rasp, and nothing else. they were vulnerable. whenever she'd let you between her thighs and you placed those kitten licks across her clit transitioning into these longer, learned drags, her moans would break, like glass. her hips would shuffle. sometimes, you’d have to hold her still.

no no, fucking running. it’s okay. just let me. can you let me? can you let me take care of you, baby?

fuck. yes. yes, yes, fuck. s— sorry just – oh, fuck.

it would mostly just be wake-me-ups. but ellie's back would always be arching by the middle of it. she'd find herself gasping, and sighing, and fucking -- against your tongue, against your finger -- and gripping onto whatever, all while mumbling to gods she didn't believe in.

that feels so, so so fucking – g–good.

so fucking good to me; feels so good, babe, thinki'mgonnacum–

ellie's orgasms hit her the same way every time. hard. ridiculously hard. leaving her breathing heavy, and screwing her eyes shut while she grasped at your hand, or your hair. her thighs would tense -- sometimes scramble -- and then collapse, after a while. she became this perfect amalgamation of tinted cheeks, chapped pink lips, messy brown hair, and sticky skin. 

she was such a fucking .. painting. she's so incredible.

the plan, as she wrote it, often was to immediately get out of bed after you made her cum. but oftentimes, she couldn't do anything for the first couple of minutes except lie there, body just a sack of bones and jello. her head would rest instead of pressing into yours, or would nuzzle its way deep into your neck. both occasions a precursor to her finally catching her breath. when she moves her head to kiss you, capturing your lips in something thankful, and sweet, it is almost always grounding for the both of you.

better?

so much better. holy shit, babe.

and that's not to say that ellie would never act on her desires. she was always just a little more calculated.

for ellie, her frustrations would creep up on her in the weirdest ways. it would be.. small things. things that were, actually, probably mutual. watching you wash the dishes, even when you’re not bent in a particularly promiscuous way. watching you cook, even when she wasn't really watching you, 'cause she was keeping the baby busy. but what really did her in was watching how you handled your son. something about seeing you have him on your hip, cooing at him or laughing with him, or playing with him, or smothering his cheek in big kisses that elicited these big, big giggles from him, drove her.. a very, questionable? kind of crazy? it was pure. it was so sweet, and most of the time, it was just that. but you were so, good with him. after so many months, despite all of the struggle, you really did blossom into a beautiful, capable mother, who still held the glow and all of the weight from the pregnancy and just–

ellie would realize how good it all looked on you. she would feel.. really proud.

and it made her feel like you ..  deserved something.

you both remember the first night she’d acted on her desires like it was yesterday. it was on the night that you two had hosted a dinner party for all of your mutual close friends and people who you called family. the dinner was a 3-week-long process of grocery picking, tablecloth finding, invitation designing, and recipe collecting. it honestly stressed you out more than it did ellie because, to be honest, she was kind of just there for moral support. it was your idea, after having had maria over for dinner once. and it was a great idea. but it left you drained – defeated from the final week of preparations, which was especially hectic. when you bathed that night, you bathed alone, a little overstimulated from the day. but you’d let ellie run the bath, though. only because she insisted on doing so. 

the soak cured some of the ache that settled deep into your joints, muscles, and bones.. but not all of it. after you'd set the tub to drain, brushed your teeth, and wrapped a towel around your body, you entered the room with an expected level of silence. you slathered moisturizer on your face, over your arms, over your stretch marks. when it came time to take off your jewlery, the rings – except the prized one – came off easily. but when it came to your necklace, your hands were simply too slippery. you sucked your teeth. you always did this. 

you eventually sighed, filling your lungs to call:

hey, bug. can you come help me take this necklace off, please?

ellie eventually would appear behind you, probably shuffling off of the bed or rounding some corner after changing and becoming into her own definition of comfortable. if she seriously complained, you didn’t hear it. you only felt her, how her hand placed itself on your shoulder just to let you know that she was behind you.

some things never change, move your hair over.

you do as asked, and hang your head. ellie's fingers brush against your skin with a kind of delicacy that makes shivers run down your spine. you lift your eyes, catching ellie's in the mirror before you. yours, heavier than hers.

you watched as she fought a smile, or a smirk. either was a given with her, honestly — in retrospect, it was most likely the latter. you couldn’t really tell, though. she’d dipped her head, eyes fixated on her fingers that fiddled with your necklace clasp.

you did a really nice job on the dinner, tonight.

suddenly, you were the one fighting the smile. you watched her, still.

yeah?

oh, you like.. completely knocked it out of the park. you did great. it was really, really really nice.

you didnt know if ellie was referring to the food, or the setup, or the wine choices – whichever. but something about the appraisal made your head buzz, like you were coming down off a two glasses of champagne (which.. maybe you were). ellie successfully removed your necklace, and yet didn’t back away. instead, she pressed herself closer to your back, and tilted her head so that she could speak just above the top of your ear,

you looked really nice, too.

been waiting for you to settle down, a bit. so i could tell you.

you probably hummed something in response, something that was probably suggestive but also thankful at the same time. it gets lost, though. because ellie bent down, and placed these slow, unassuming, appreciative kisses down your neck, and against the plateau of your shoulder. between those words and the way her hands lingered over your skin, the way she was breathing you in and drinking up the moment, and your scent, made you melt into her way too easily. like butter in a warm pan.

you exhale, like you've been meaning to for .. you don't even know how long.

el..

mhm?

you realize though, that the house is quiet. too quiet. there is a stillness to it that makes the pit of your stomach twist, and anxiety and guilt bubble in the base of it before you could even stop it.

...where's our baby?

you felt ellie grin against your shoulder. she masked it with a peck,

he’s at joel’s.

and then you felt her tongue drag across your skin. a long, open-mouthed kiss across the midpoint of your neck. she presses the padding of her tongue against tender flesh, sucks hard enough for blood to make the skin bloom, and almost -- against your own will -- makes your eyes roll shut.

the simple act -- acts rather, of ellie coordinating behind your back to have the baby taken off your hands (you knew it for a few days –  it's always a few days). she thought she was so slick. it was odd, how much relief those three words gave you,

but at the same time, you kind of wanted to be mad at her.

it was hard to, though. but you couldn't think straight, with how her hands were moving over you, over your towel. with her pelvis pressed against your ass, and her lips on your neck.

you tried,

he was fine here. everything was .. fine, ellie.

but she was so..

i never said everything wasn't fine.

i just think... you've had a really long, stressful week.

you hate how your body reacts to ellie's hands smoothing up your towel. your whole body broke out into goosebumps, seemingly trying to fit into the pores of ellie's palm, 

and i think i wanna make it better.

ellie's breath was hot on your ear, and you didn’t realize it, but your head was already tilted. your eyes had begun to flutter closed. you felt yourself, almost swaying against her. your mouth hung as her teeth grazed over sensitive flesh. her tongue pressed against familiar spots that had been untouched -- like the rest of you -- for so, so long. it was too activating.

in your best effort of defense, you spun yourself to turn around to face her. ellie’s head was tilted, her eyes were low. her breath spanned over your mouth while your palm laid flat against her chest. you stalled – shivering, shaking, suddenly caught in a rapture of toiling emotion that you hadn't felt that strongly in .. god knows how long.

her head dipped back into your neck. she pressed her cotton-clad hips against your towel-covered ones, and it just wasn’t enough. it was a lot, and yet, not enough.

your hand snaked over the nape of her neck as you breathed against your cheek, whole body feeling heavy and compliant. your knees were jelly. you could feel your clit. pulsing, and pleading. it ached as you feel ellie's hand slip over the backs of your thighs, inching under the cusps of your ass.

you needed something. you needed anything. you like to think that you had no idea what necessity meant before this moment, because you had never felt it so strongly. it knocked the wind out of you, only leading you to ask – to plead, without pleading,

e... ellie?

and she understood.

ellie’s head lifted from the crook of your neck she crashed her lips upon yours. the kiss was heavy, and deep. your knees buckled, and where you swore you may fall, she made sure you didn’t. you were shuddering, a hand suddenly possessive around the back her neck. her hands suddenly possessive and stabilizing with the grips she held on your ass. months worth of unknown tension relinquished itself in the pushes and pulls you demanded from each other's bodies while teeth clattered and bit into chapped flesh, turned glossy. moans and breaths circumvented between the two of you, and suddenly, the whole room felt like it was on fire.

she delivered a verbal command, teeth tugging at your lower lip as she half-way parted from it, 

jump.

you’d used whatever remainder of your energy to follow the simple instruction, your legs wrapping around ellie's waist like she was your lifeline. they remained around her as your back fell against the duvet, and as she kissed you so deep, your head ran dizzy and your body was left no choice but to arch into her.

you remember your hand smoothing over her abdomen, and reaching up to grab her chest. you remember sighing into her mouth over the fact that you could. you relished in the moan she released your mouth, and only returned it halfway. 

you remember gripping her and massaging her and bucking your bare hips up against her in hopes of making her make that noise again, louder. you remember how she bucked her hips into you in hopes of the same sentiment, her waistband grazing against your bair clit cauisng her to succeed far quicker than you. 

the night was filled with mind-blurring, fuck-until-the-sun-rises kind of sex. sex that you had no idea your body had needed until ellie had given it to you. your body reeled with every kiss that she'd placed over your skin – you’d watched as she peeled back your towel, and replaced bits and segments of the fabric with her lips in soft, attentive kisses.  it was hard to believe that they would transpire into messy, sloppy things. wet, tantilizing things that would trek down the axis of your body. that would hold your body hostage as her tongue and her lips worked on your clit to bring you closer and closer to your third orgasm of the hour. 

your body wasn’t used to it. any of it. it was, however, too used to and hyperaware of having a tiny human in the house that you simply couldn’t wake at this time of night.

you were shuffling, at one point, scrambling to put a hand on your mouth, or to bite your own knuckle.  when that didn’t work, you let your head fall over to a pillow while you fucked up against ellie’s tongue and bit the fabric, trying so hard not to moan. but you felt yourself cracking. 

you’ll never forget how ellie looked up at you. eyes a deep, pointed shade of green as she shook her head – mouth still attached to your clit – which in and of itself had almost made you cry. when she pulled away, it was the only time you let yourself make a noise. only because the whine that was ripped out of you was entirely unanticipated, just like her action.

her breath rippled over your the nerves as she ran her fingertip up, and down your hole. you whimpered, hips shifting up relfexivley, cunt tightening just from the invitation. nearly gushing from the feeling of her beginning to small rub circles against it, instead.

i’ve missed you so fucking much.

she dipped a finger inside of you with such ease, and no warning. a long, slender digit bottomed out inside your cunt, before she pushed in another, and made your jaw go slack. her eyes hung on yours – glossed over with lust and a bit narrow as a result of the devious smile that’d begun to overtake her expression.

she’d begun pumping her fingers.

he’s not here, baby.

it’s just us.

her fingers were so fucking long, you swore to god, you would never want a life without them in it. couldn’t bear another 3, 4, 5 months without having them in you. jesus fuck.

wanna hear you. 

wanna hear you be as loud as you fuckin’ want.

ellie emphasized her words by proceeding to fuck you faster. her tongue latched back onto your clit, rolling over and slurping at the nerves, rolling beads of saliva and your juices into and against the bundle. the sound of your cunt was so encompassing, it was hard to believe that it became the backdrop for the moans that ellie had ripped out of you. that made it into, and mostly out of, the pillow, amidst a sea of praise and bucking hips.

the next morning was luxuriuosly unproductive. ellie had only woke to feed the animals and returned to bed and slept with you until noon. she was always affectionate, come mornings. but especially riding off of the honeymoon buzz of the night prior, she made the morning after memorably tender, often pressing kisses to your forehead, and your shoulder, regardless of how awake both you or she was. she’d whisper sweet nothings into your ear, promises of how much she loved you. how she’s really glad this is how she gets to spend her life, as long as it’s with you. all of the sugary things that eventually caramelize into jokes and giggles and laughter, and that how you’d know it was time to get up.

it’s safe to say that parenthood brought you and ellie both very interesting things. it brought you challenges, and it brought you lows. it brought you highs, and photographs, and moments where you did feel like all of your hard-work was paying off, even when it didn’t seem that way. having a family meant having the opportunity to open your house up to people you who you loved. having a family meant having traditions, and things to fall back on – things that you would develop over time, as you learned more and discovered more of what you wanted. and having a family with ellie meant that you could fall back on each other, no matter how tough things got.

.. it also just meant sometimes having really.. really good sex. 

(whenever you remembered that that was something that the two of you could actually do, that is.)

[the-oracle-of-the-lost]

For the character ask game: What about Tuvok and Michael Burnham?

from this ask game

Tuvok:

how i feel about this character.

i love Tuvok so dearly. i think he's the strongest Vulcan character of the whole franchise and Tim Russ does such a masterful job portraying him. i really can't think of a single scene where i don't enjoy Tuvok's presence in some way.

all the people i romantically ship with this character.

just his wife t'pel. i can't think of any other tuvok ships i've seen that i hate but there aren't any that really interest me either.

my non-romantic otp for this character.

Tuvok & Janeway without a doubt. they make such a good best friend pairing. all of their scenes alone together make my heart melt a little with how much they care for each other

unpopular opinion on this character.

hm... the only thing i can think of that might be controversial is the fact that Tuvok and his morality is flawed. i think so often he (and other Vulcan characters) are seen in the fandom as the paragon of reason and sense and i think that flattens characters somewhat and also doesn't reflect what we see in canon. there are episodes like Meld where Tuvok advocates for the death penalty or Learning Curve where he's shown to hold his crew, especially his Maquis crew, to unrealistic standards or Resolutions where the crew has to basically mutiny before Tuvok considers going back for Janeway and Chakotay. yes Tuvok does have a strong sense of justice and yes he almost always follows logic but he's also very much a utilitarian and sometimes his morality is at odds with the audience and the rest of the crew which i like and i think should be considered more often.

one thing i wish would happen/had happened in canon.

that he got more stories... i mean it's not a secret that we only really get three-ish stories stories in the last four seasons that truly focus on Tuvok as a character and not just on him as a supporting character for others. i think he gets some strong supporting roles as a mentor and friend but i wish we got more stories actually centered on him.

Michael:

how i feel about this character.

MICHAELLLLL! Michael has by far one of the strongest arcs and characters in all of Trek. while early disco is a bit hit or miss for me, Michael is such a strong & compelling character that it makes up more it.

all the people i romantically ship with this character.

i love Michael/Book and am very happy with how they ended up in s5. i also do like Michael/Laira too because even just a few scenes i think their chemistry really jumped off the page.

my non-romantic otp for this character.

i do really love Michael & Saru. the few times they hug in s4 and s5 really took me out and i love the mutual respect & trust they've managed to cultivate despite their rough beginning in s1.

unpopular opinion on this character.

i mean i think it was a common (non tumblr) fandom opinion that Michael cries or emotes too much and that's obviously just some racist and misogynistic bullshit. Michael's whole journey is about throwing off the repression she was forced into as a child by growing up on Vulcan and live her life on her own terms and part of that is embracing her emotions. like probably one of the best scenes in the whole show is the sheer joy after she makes the time jump to the future at the beginning of s3.

one thing i wish would happen/had happened in canon.

i would have really liked Michael to have explored her relationship with Vulcan culture/society more, especially in s3 and beyond. like she obviously had a difficult time growing up but Vulcan culture is still her culture and i would have loved to see her more with post-Burn Vulcans and Romulans. even just her and T'Rina bonding over a Vulcan holiday or something would have been so good.

thanks for the ask!!! <3

[bookshelfdreams]

Hey, probably a question you have heard a thousant times. But what is the best way to get into any of the fiber arts? Books? Youtube? Actual people teaching you? (and if so how in the hell do you find them)

I started crochet and knitting but I pretty much can't get out of the basics, I can't managed to finish something that I have started cuz I always get frustrated that it's starting to look bad...

Hi! That's actually a really good question. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, depending on how u look at it) the only way to get any better at fibre crafts, is to keep doing them. Practice really does make perfect. There is no book or video tutorial or in-person teacher that holds the one ultimate secret that will make you Good At Crafts. All of these can be valuable resources if you struggle to understand how to do a specific thing; you can be taught stitches, and how to read charts, and such things. But the only way to really learn is to practice.

This is because there are more skills involved in crafting than just knowing how to do certain stitches. Confidence, patience, frustration tolerance: you can't learn that from tutorials. These are essential skills that you need to build. And the best way to build them, I'm afraid, is to actually finish the damn thing. Even if it has mistakes. Even if it "looks bad". You need to learn how to tolerate imperfections, if you ever want to get anything done.

Now that doesn't mean you should bully yourself. If you get easily bored and frustrated, leave the scarves and sweaters for now, and start small. Potholders, dishcloths, scrubbies or coasters are all projects that finish up quickly and yield usable objects, even when they are not perfect. If you never allow yourself the dopamine rush of Fuck Yeah I Made That, how do you expect yourself to build up the resilience to stick through the parts where it is slow and difficult and makes your fingers hurt?

Here are Ravelry searches for free dishcloth and potholder patterns.

Of course that doesn't mean you should only do those projects. You can do whatever you want. The most important thing is to teach yourself that you can have success, and the only way to do this is to successfully make things.

Also, it should always be fun. If it's not at least a little bit fun, maybe the technique isn't for you. This is also an important skill to develop: To learn when to stick through a bout of frustration, and when to abandon something.

There is a very steep learning curve. But you can and you will get there. I believe in you, and I also believe that what "looks bad" to you is perfectly fine.

[goldtracing]

APH Russia – Headcanons I

I would like to point out that I originally wrote this before 24.02.2022 and didn’t publish this until now due to current event. Now I have decided just to go ahead these are low-budget anime characters that I’m talking about and f anybody who links this to ongoing geopolitical events

Is surprisingly proficient in German and French. Both were court languages of his at the one or the other point in history, his German also being spread amongst the wider populace and influencing Russian. Speaks both languages with a bit of an accent, yet if he puts enough effort in it, his accent can be nearly untraceable.

As for other languages – he is also fluent in Tatar and Mongolian, although in the later he is far better with speaking and listening than writing. This is also the case with all the other languages spoken in his territory. This is due to his past under the khans. As for English and Chinese – with both he tends to be on the very formal side, with his speech precise and usually devoid of slang and abbreviations. It is because he learned much of those two languages from literature or also scientific reports.

When it comes to Russian he can be very eloquent, having a preference for puns and other plays of words. Can and will criticise others for their grammar, although if he is public and in a formal setting, he would be more tactful and quiet about remarking it.

Has a penchant for literature and opera and plays. Visits the theatre regularly and knows all the ballets by heart. Personally keeps a small notebook where he critiques and rates books and performances. Sometimes he sends them in to a newspaper or an online site.

Writes poety in his free time and sends some of them to his sisters or humans that are close to him at the time. Can also recite all of Pushkin’s poems in his sleep.

Aside from that, he has a love for fairy tales. Not the sanitised, censored versions that Disney and the Grimm brother’s have made so popular, rather the cautionary tales as they were actually intended, The brutal versions where people suffer and suffer and suffer.

Else has written multiple essays and the human condition, often taking characters for classics to elaborate on his points. These are texts that near nobody has seen. Ivan has split them up and hidden them on his various properties.  

Has taken formal dance lessons in ballet and the classics. Loves to dance at balls and is surprisingly elegant while doing so for somebody his size. However, he really shies away from dancing tango, salsa and other dances where both partners get really close and even handsy with each other. If at all, he would have to be really close to his dance partner to even contemplate to doing the Latin American dances.

Other than that, he is also good when it comes to folk dances and possess enough stamina to dance dances such as the Barynya for hours. Has the appropriate leg muscles and flexibility.

Surprisingly, (or not) his dancing skills translate into his fighting style. Can go on for hours without taking any enhancements or sleeping, all while remaining smooth and precise in his movements, like they been choreographed and practised time and time again. He can make difficult movement seem easy.

For centuries he favoured combat with a sword. One of his favourite ones was a curved sabre – a kilij – that he stole as a war trophy from Turkey when the latter was the Ottoman empire. Later, he evolved to be a crack shot with the pistole – he got caught up in a lot of duels when they came into fashion. During the WWII, he was part of a tank crew. Due to the tight space of the T-34, he often suffered sore joints and cramps in his muscles. Also developed an especially thick skull during this time, both literally and metaphorically.

Ivan has participated in the making of multiple movies as an advisor. He makes sure that historical films are historically accurate. Seeing that Russia is big on war movies, Ivan has a lot to do.

Additionally, he is quite a patron for the arts. He has multiple oil paintings in his old mansion. Personally, he paints either an impressionist art style or in the vividly coloured art styles that are native to Russia, such as Gzhel, Khokhloma and Zhostovo.

Adding on to that – there is nothing in his homes that is really plain. He has a sense for the aesthetically pleasing and even opulence. The woodwork is carved and whittled, the ceramic adorn with paintings and the metal work ornate. His living surroundings might have been a bit plainer during Soviet times, however I think he would have pulled a few strings that would have allowed him to keep his old possessions.

[angelasscribbles]

All That She Wants DELETED SCENE

Series: All That She Wants

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Word Count: 1,292

Rating: M

Warnings for this chapter: none

A/N: Ok, guys. This was the original chapter 4. I wrote it, decided I hated it then went back and rewrote the version you all read. This would have significantly changed the entire story. The first half is going to read very much the same, but keep going. I promise, this is a very different outcome for the chapter and would have changed the entire story going forward.

Everyone who's read it so far has said they like this version even better. It's grown on me. One day I may write the rest of this. But for now, I thought I'd share in case anyone was interested.

My other stuff: Master List.

The black bullet proof SUV from the royal fleet pulled down the long, twisting driveway toward its destination. The driver glided the vehicle to a stop in front of the entrance to the centuries-old Nevrakis stronghold.

Liam stepped out into the brisk air. Summer in Lythikos was invigorating, the air holding just a slight chill as opposed to the impenetrable cold that took hold of the place in the deep of winter.

There was an explosion of colors in the spring and no oppressive heat to kill the blooms off through the summer. The vibrant pinks and purples of the native flowers would last until the first frost. He had always loved it here in the summer.

He strode confidently to the door, king’s guards falling out of his way as he walked. He rapped on the door sharply several times then waited, a bit impatiently.

The door was opened by the mistress of the house herself. Olivia’s lips parted in quite surprise as she found the king on her doorstep. “Liam! What are you doing here?”

His smile faltered only a little. “Liv. Is that any way to greet your oldest friend?”

The duchess composed herself and invited him in. Once they were alone in a small, private sitting room, she closed the door and turned to him with a critical eye. “I don’t suppose you’re here on official crown business.”

“No.” His shoulders slumped a little. “Come on, Liv. You know why I’m here.”

She studied his face as she composed her answer thoughtfully. “Does your wife know why you’re here?”

“Why does that matter?” He snapped. “I don’t answer to her.”

“Maybe not.” Olivia crossed the room and sat on the loveseat. “But you do see the difficult position it puts me in, right?”

“Liv…” his voice softened as he crossed the room and sat next to her. Taking her hands in his, he continued, “I do know and I’m sorry. I truly am.”

If only he had been allowed to marry who he wanted in the first place, none of them would be in this position.

He had tried to do his best by Riley. He really had. Things had been better in the beginning because she’d had a huge learning curve taking on the role of queen, and then parenthood. Their babies had bonded them to an extent.

But he had never loved her.

Eventually, she had noticed the distance between them. The more she had pushed to get closer to him, the more he had drawn away. He knew it wasn’t fair to her. But he couldn’t help how he felt.

Oliva pulled her hands out of his. “I love you, Liam, as my oldest and dearest friend, you know that, right?”

Liam’s jaw clenched. “I sense a but in there.”

“But…” she sighed inwardly. She sympathized with his predicament. She truly did. She needed to make him understand her position without hurting his feelings.

The control that the crown exerted over the lives of Cordonia’s rulers was exactly why she had never aspired to be queen. That, and she didn’t want children.

Olivia had fallen in love with a man destined for the throne. A man that came with an incredible amount of baggage, rules, and regulations. Rules that dictated what she must do with her womb, rules that dictated how she would live her life, rules that would control forever both the man and whatever woman he married.

It was the reason she had walked away from the love of her life. The reason she had declined the crown for herself. And the reason she understood only too well exactly what the monarchy had taken from Liam.

“…you being here…. No matter what you told or didn’t tell your wife, she’s going to know exactly where you went. She always does. Do you know what it’s like for me to be seen as the other woman? Riley thinks we’re sleeping together, Liam!”

“I…I’m sorry.” He rose from the seat and made his way to the drink cart as his mind spun with solutions. He poured himself a generous helping of Olivia’s finest brandy as he reviewed, and discarded, option after option. “I can’t just abdicate all my responsibilities like Leo did.”

“Liam, that’s not fair!”

“Isn’t it?” He laughed bitterly. “Leo was able to do what he did to be with the love of his life because he had me to dump everything on. I had no one to offload the responsibilities onto.”

Olivia stood, anger marring her features. “Oh, poor baby! Why don’t you just man up, talk to your wife, and add a Cordonian Arrangement to your marriage contract? Why didn’t you do that in the first goddamned place, huh?”

“Because I didn’t think Riley would marry me if I asked for one and I needed to be married, Liv! We’ve been over this before!”

“Right. But Madeleine was offering you the Cordonian Arrangement. You could have had a wife that didn’t give two shits where you were sticking your dick. But you threw that back in her face.”

Liam turned to her in astonishment. “Are you defending the woman that was behind setting Riley up to get rid of her? The woman that was behind calling Hana’s parents to have her recalled from the social season before it even ended?”

Olivia shrugged. “I’m not defending her, Liam. I’m merely pointing out that if you had married Madeleine, rather than Riley, you’d have a wife that would willingly look the other way rather than a wife whose heart you’re breaking every time you—”

“I know I fucked up, okay?” He exploded. “I just couldn’t marry Madeleine after all her cruelty was exposed!”

The fight went out of Olivia at Liam’s obvious pain. “I know. I get that, I do. But you have to stop resenting Leo for doing what you wouldn’t.”

Liam shook his head. “I don’t resent him, Liv, but I am envious of what you two have. I’m glad he abdicated rather than accept you walking out of his life, but I didn’t have that option. I am sorry for putting you in the middle of my shit. I never meant for Riley to think—”

“Well, what else would she think when you keep running off to Lythikos without her?”

“That I’m visiting my brother?”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “The last two times you’ve been here, Leo wasn’t even home.”

“I know and I’m sorry to put you in the middle once again, but I know she’s here staying with you for the annual duchies budget meeting. Please, just tell her I’m here.”

He would have married her in the first place, but her parents had called her home and withdrawn her from the season. He had thought it was a rejection of him. It wasn’t until Madeleine’s role had been revealed that he’d realized the truth.

He would have proposed to her as soon as he’d broken off the engagement with Madeleine, but Hana Lee had left her parent’s home to strike out on her own, discover herself, and have adventures.

The pure joy on her face when she had told him of her plans had been enough for him to leave the ring in his pocket. He had no right to burden her with the responsibilities of the crown.

He had married Riley, produced children, and settled into a happy enough life. Until a year ago, when Hana’s grandmother had passed away, Lorelai had abdicated her role as duchess and Hana had moved to Cordonia to take her place as the Duchess of Aberdine.

The woman he had lost his heart to eight years ago was back in play, and all bets were off the table.

[tokusmuts]

A forbidden love, with a new heart's desire!

P/s: This is the story which I was requested...from 2022, sorry @glaremeh for taking that much time to finally have a chance to write it, hope that your friend can still read it somehow!

Characters: Hidden Male Character x Nao Nagasawa

Words count: 4088

Categories: Oneshot, MILF, Riding, Cowgirl and Reverse Cowgirl, Blowjob, Breastfeeding.

Enjoy!

Summer has come; you don't know for anyone, but for yourself, this is a dream time, at least when you are still a student, like now, 18 years old, and have completed all the exams before entering university. learn. This is your last time as a teenager, and not only you but also your whole family want to enjoy this time as much as possible. With your dad rewarding himself with an expedition, you and your mom couldn't stand it, so you also organized a beach trip together. If it was just you and your mom on the trip, it would be very cozy, but that's when you realize your mom will bring her friends along. It was none other than Ms. Nao, who often came to her friend's house to play. Actually, you don't have any problem with her; she's even very nice to you, but she is a single mother. Although it was difficult for her not to bring her child along, you also didn't like that child. If only he had a part of his mother, that would be enough for you to fully enjoy this trip. But it's okay to have Ms. Nao here; at least you don't have to be a reluctant babysitter because there are two adults here to take turns looking after that annoying kid without you. After you have ignored the most annoying obstacle, the convoy has reached the beach. The feeling of wind and sun hitting your face really makes you want this trip to last all summer or even into your freshman year. After checking into the hotel, it was still extremely difficult for two families (or rather, two mothers and two children) to separate, especially given the story of the two parents. Fortunately, Ms. Nao finally ended the story with a closing sentence:

"Change quickly, and let's go to the beach, my friend! Remember to wear your bikini; we must have a lot of pictures then!"

Your mother also seemed interested in this, so she immediately agreed, probably to show it off to your father when she got home. But there's something else on your mind—you're about to see Ms. Nao in a bikini! You often hear that single mothers have amazing bodies, and in fact, your teenage years are the perfect opportunity to start absorbing a little bit of adult culture like this. And you’re starting to think that this trip is going to be even more interesting than you expected.

As you walked towards your rooms, you tried hard not to stare at Ms. Nao's ass swaying enticingly beneath her loose T-shirt and shorts. Once inside the room, you quickly changed into your own swimsuit, trying hard not to think about how close you were going to get to seeing her in hers soon. When everyone was dressed appropriately, you headed down to the beach together. The sun was already high up in the sky, casting its warm rays upon the sandy shoreline, creating a picture-perfect scene. Children ran around happily, building sandcastles, while their parents lounged lazily on colorful umbrellas.

As you settled onto your spot under one such umbrella, you couldn't help but notice how effortlessly Ms. Nao moved, every step seeming almost fluid as she adjusted her sunglasses and spread out her towel next to yours. Her figure was truly breathtaking, accentuated perfectly by her choice of attire: a skimpy orange two-piece suit that highlighted every curve and contour of her toned physique. Your eyes drifted downward involuntarily, taking in the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. It wasn't easy, though; the sight of Ms. Nao adjusting her bikini straps, exposing more of her tanned skin, made it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.

“Wow, so what I often hear is true then, and it's even better!” - Finally, what you've heard about single mothers is proven at this moment.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over you. Yes, everything you heard about single mothers having amazing bodies was indeed true, and seeing Ms. Nao in person confirmed it beyond any doubt. As you watched her move gracefully across the sand, you found yourself mesmerized by the way her bikini clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Even though your mom was chatting animatedly nearby, your gaze kept drifting back to her friend.

It was clear that Ms. Nao noticed your attention, but instead of being embarrassed or uncomfortable, she seemed to embrace it. She flashed you a knowing smile, winking subtly as she picked up a volleyball and called out, "Come on, kids! Let's play!"

Embarrassment flooded through you at being caught staring, but you forced yourself to join in the game. It was strange, playing volleyball with your mother and her friend, but somehow, it felt right. Ms. Nao's laughter rang out freely, and her athleticism was evident as she dove for the ball and sent spikes flying across the net. Her breasts jiggled slightly within her top, and you could see her nipples hardening under the heat of the sun. Meanwhile, your mom played along, enjoying herself despite her obvious discomfort around Ms. Nao's flirtatious demeanor. However, you couldn't deny that there was something undeniably sexy about watching them both interact. The game continued for hours, and eventually, exhaustion caught up to everyone involved. Finally, they decided to call it quits and head back to their respective rooms to freshen up before lunch. But her body is starting to make you not stand for it anymore. And then, you wonder if you should do something risky or not. The thought of doing something risky crossed your mind, but you hesitated. What if things went wrong? What if Ms. Nao took offense? Despite these doubts, the urge to act on your desires grew stronger. The sun beating down on your skin, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, and the image of Ms. Nao in her bikini played through your thoughts relentlessly.

Finally, after some internal debate, you made up your mind. You approached Ms. Nao as she lay down on her towel, sipping coconut water and letting the sun kiss her bare skin. "Ms. Nao," you began hesitantly, "I just wanted to say... you look amazing today."

Her eyes widened slightly at your sudden boldness, but she recovered quickly. "Thank you," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. “And...uh, I got something more to say, but can we talk in a...more private place at, you know, this beach?” - Now that’s the risky thing you had to give it a chance to do.

Ms. Nao raised an eyebrow at your request for privacy, but she seemed intrigued rather than offended. She set down her coconut water and stood up, brushing sand from her bikini bottoms as she did so. "Alright, lead the way," she said with a playful glint in her eye.

You guided her away from the crowded area where families played and laughed, walking along the shoreline until you reached a secluded spot where tall grasses formed natural barriers. The wind carried the distant sound of laughter and splashing water, but it was quiet enough for you to speak without being overheard. Ms. Nao looked at you expectantly, waiting for whatever it was you wanted to discuss.

"Uh, so..." you stammered, feeling nervous under her gaze. "I've been thinking about what I said earlier. About how amazing you look in that bikini..." Your cheeks burned hot with embarrassment, but you pushed forward anyway. "Is there any chance...we could maybe see more?"

To your surprise, Ms. Nao chuckled softly. "You're quite direct, aren't you?" She asked teasingly

“I mean, I've heard many talks about how perfect single mothers are! And you're a single mom also, but through the years, I just saw you as a good guest in my family, especially for me. But today, there's something growing on me through all of our times together, and... Sorry if I was too bold, I cannot think about anything else then!” - you took a deep breath, showing everything you feel right now about her.

Ms. Nao studied your flushed face, taking in your honest confession. She seemed amused by your boldness but also appreciative of your sincerity. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in satisfying your curiosity," she murmured seductively, reaching behind her neck to untie the strings of her top.

With a flick of her wrist, she let the fabric fall away, revealing her incredible breasts - full, firm, and tanned to perfection. Your breath hitched at the sight, and your eyes devoured every detail. She leaned closer, allowing you to gently touch her soft skin. The sensation sent shivers down your spine as you realized what you were doing, yet you couldn't resist the temptation.

"Now, what about the rest?" Ms. Nao purred, unbuttoning her bikini bottoms slowly. As they slid down her hips, revealing her trimmed bush and slender legs, you gasped involuntarily. There was no denying it now: Ms. Nao was the embodiment of feminine beauty and confidence. You felt a surge of desire coursing through your veins, but also fear - this situation was risky and dangerous.

“This is...perfect, but why do you just deny all the men out there? Your body is just undeniable!” - you are stunned by your view right now, and it’s come with a long enough wonder as you ask her directly with trembles.

Ms. Nao smiled sadly, running her fingers through her hair as she stepped back into her bikini bottoms. "Life hasn't exactly been kind to me lately," she admitted softly. "After my divorce, I focused solely on raising my child. Men have come and gone, but none of them were worth my time or energy." She paused, looking directly into your eyes. "Until now."

Something shifted between you then - an understanding, a connection born from shared secrets and mutual attraction. You knew you shouldn't pursue this further, but you couldn't resist the pull either.

"What happens next is up to us," Ms. Nao whispered, stepping closer once more. "Are you sure you want to continue?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, and butterflies danced in your stomach. This was dangerous territory, yet the thrill of danger only fueled your desire. You nodded silently, unable to find words, as you reached for her again.

She sighed, leaning into your touch, her body responding eagerly to your tentative caresses. For a few stolen moments, you explored her lush curves, losing yourself in the warmth of her skin and the scent of saltwater mixed with her sunscreen. Time seemed to slow down as you lost yourself in the sensations, each touch igniting a fire within you both. It was clear that Ms. Nao was enjoying this as much as you were; her breaths became shallow, her moans barely audible above the sound of the waves.

“Ms. Nao...I'm…” “Shhh,...”

She whispered, placing a finger over your lips. "We need to keep this secret, alright? No one can ever know about us, understand?"

You nodded frantically, your mind racing with the implications of what you were doing. You couldn't believe this was actually happening - you were making love to your mom's best friend, right here on the beach!

Slowly, Ms. Nao led you back to your blanket, keeping her hand locked with yours as you walked. Once they were alone, she pulled you close, her lips crashing hungrily against yours. Their tongues tangled together in a passionate dance, their bodies melting into each other's embrace. Her breasts pressed against your chest, and her thigh rubbed against your crotch, causing a visible bulge in your swim trunks.

“This...is...amazing, Ms.Nao!” - You cannot complete your words normally, as she’s now controlling the kiss.

Ms. Nao smiled against your lips, her hands roaming over your back and pulling you even closer. "That's what I like to hear," she murmured, breaking away only long enough to catch her breath. "But remember, we can't let anyone find out about us. We're taking a huge risk here."

Despite the warning, you couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the taboo nature of your affair. Her words only served to heighten your arousal, making your erection strain against your swimsuit. Ms. Nao seemed to sense this, her hands sliding lower to grip your buttocks possessively.

"Let's go somewhere more private," she suggested, guiding you towards the hotel room. "There's so much more I want to show you."

You searched so much just to find this place, a private enough part of the beach, it seems like she still has some certain care of her own. But things are leading you to not move anywhere else anymore. “Please...this place is private enough, as my continuous refrain of not standing up towards you, Ms. Nao.” - you have no choice but to obey the action right away.

Ms. Nao hesitated for a moment, her eyes darkening with desire as she considered your request. "Very well," she whispered hoarsely, leading you behind the tall grasses once again. She pushed you down onto the sand, crawling on top of you and capturing your mouth in another searing kiss.

Your heart raced as she ground her hips against yours, her wetness seeping through your swimsuits and setting your blood ablaze. The feel of her naked body against yours was intoxicating, and you gripped her waist tightly, desperate for more contact.

"Do you want me, boy?" she growled, grinding harder against you. "Tell me how badly you need this."

“Yes, Ms. Nao, I want to make love with you, more than anything else.” - You knew you entered her world now, so following it is the best idea now.

A satisfied moan escaped her throat as she felt your eagerness. "Good boy," she praised, moving her hips in a slow, seductive motion that drove you wild. With a growl, she ripped off your swim trunks, freeing your throbbing member from its confines. Her eyes widened in surprise at the size of your cock, but instead of showing shock or disgust, she leaned forward, her tongue tracing the head of your cockhead.

"Mmmm...you've grown up nicely," she complimented, sucking greedily on the tip of your dick. Her tongue circled the head, teasing your sensitive spot before she engulfed the entire length of your shaft. You groaned loudly, your hips buckling involuntarily against her face.

“Oh my....fuck...you're so good at this, Ms. Nao!” - You cannot lie, and you know you have to express the feelings of her lips on your cock right now.

Ms. Nao grinned around your cock, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just wait until you taste me," she promised, releasing you from her mouth. She positioned herself over your erect penis, positioning the entrance to her pussy against your tip. "Ready?"

You nodded vigorously, your hands trembling as they rested on her hips. This was it - you were about to make love to the woman who had captured your attention since childhood.

With a gentle thrust, Ms. Nao impaled herself on your cock, her pussy enveloping your shaft completely. She cried out in pleasure, her eyes closing tight as she adjusted to your size. Slowly, she began to ride you, her breasts bouncing with each movement. The salty sea air filled your lungs as you both moved in perfect harmony, sweat glistening on both of your bodies.

As she rode you harder and faster, Ms. Nao reached down, massaging her clit rhythmically. Her moans echoed around the deserted beach, punctuating the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Your hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her flesh while she rode you relentlessly.

“Oh my, Ms. Nao... your body...is my view now...I cannot ask for something better than this!” - Regardless of the fact that you can't see anything other than her body, you enjoy it even more.

Ms. Nao's face twisted into a mask of ecstasy, her moans turning into pants as she neared her climax. "Look at me," she commanded hoarsely, her eyes locked on yours. "See what you're doing to me."

You complied, drinking in the sight of her riding you passionately. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her face flushed with passion, and her pussy clamped down on your cock in an attempt to milk every last drop of pleasure from the encounter. It was raw, primal, and utterly beautiful - everything you could have ever wished for.

"Cum for me, boy," she demanded, her voice thick with lust. "Make me feel how much you want me."

With those words, you lost control. Your hips bucked violently, driving deeper into her wet heat. She met each thrust with enthusiasm, her nails digging into your shoulders as she came hard, her orgasm shaking her entire frame.

Finally, you followed suit, filling her with your seed as she collapsed onto your chest, panting heavily. Together, you lay there on the sand, basking in the afterglow of your illicit tryst.

“This...this is my first time, Ms. Nao, and it's...amazing.” - A first time of everything, and that’s what a teenager like you should have, but your first time..is a bit different from others.

Ms. Nao propped herself up on her elbows, her breath hitching as she looked down at you. "My first time with someone this young," she mused, tracing her fingers lightly over your chest. "And on a beach, no less. Quite the memory to start with."

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "But don't worry, darling. Our secret is safe with me." She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. "We'll have many more adventures like this one, won't we?"

“Uhm…So, can we...get one more round? I just...want to receive all the stimulation that comes from you for a proper cum.” - Now that’s the adventure you want the most.

Ms. Nao giggled softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Of course, my little pervert," she teased, rolling onto her side beside you. "I wouldn't dream of disappointing my newest fan."

She reached over and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen lotion from her bag, squirting some onto her palm. "Spread this on me, will you?" She handed it to you, her eyes filled with anticipation.

“Yes, as you wish, Ms. Nao” - You’re still a kid to her, so hearing commands is better than ignoring them, especially when you’re still in this lovemaking time with her.

You applied the sunscreen lotion generously, covering every inch of her body. As you did, Ms. Nao arched her back, purring at the sensation of your touch. When you reached her breasts, she moaned softly, her nipples hardening under your fingertips. She wriggled beneath your caress, clearly aroused by your attentions.

Once you'd finished, she sat up and took over, applying the lotion to your own body. Her hands lingered on your erect nipples, playing with them gently before moving lower. By the time she reached your cock, it was hard and ready once more.

"Perfect timing," she purred, straddling you again. This time, she took control, adjusting her position until she was sitting backward on your lap, facing away from you. Her pussy hovered just above your dick, teasing you cruelly.

"Enter me, baby," she instructed, turning her head to give you an inviting glance. "Fuck me hard."

“Yes, let's enjoy this view together, Ms. Nao!”

With a growl, you thrust forward, pushing inside her tight, wet channel. She gasped loudly, her body tightening around you as you claimed her. Your hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her steady as you picked up the pace. Slapping her ass cheeks rhythmically, you found your rhythm, pounding into her depths with ferocity.

In response, Ms. Nao moaned loudly, encouraging you on. Her breasts swayed enticingly, and her long black hair whipped wildly behind her head. Her moans turned into high-pitched gasps as you continued your relentless assault on her sensitive spots.

"So good, baby," she panted, her nails leaving trails of red marks on your back. "Take what you want."

Seeing her submit to your lustful appetite only served to fuel your desire further. You increased the speed and intensity of your thrusts, driving deeper and harder into her core. Both of you were lost in the primal pleasure of their illegal rendezvous, oblivious to the passing time and the potential consequences of their actions.

“Ms. Nao, I...cannot scream, but....can I...kiss you? I need...something....to replace my screams!” - The temptation is making you lose control again, and you definitely need something to keep this place private.

Without a word, Ms. Nao turned her head slightly, meeting your lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue darted into your mouth, dancing with yours in a frenzied tango. The salty taste of the ocean mingled with the sweetness of her lips, adding an extra dimension to the experience.

Her body shook around yours, her moans becoming more urgent as she neared her climax. "Soon, baby," she breathed against your mouth, her voice shaky. "So fucking soon."

Your own release was imminent, too. You grunted deeply, thrusting faster and harder, needing to feel her come undone around you. Finally, she cried out, her inner walls contracting violently, sending you over the edge.

Together, you collapsed onto the beach, your breathing ragged and your hearts pounding in sync. Despite the danger and secrecy surrounding your tryst, there was a certain freedom in this moment - two souls united by their mutual desires. But, after all of this, one more thing appeared in your head.

“Oh my, Ms. Nao, I cannot ask for anything more than this! But can I ask this?” - Even though you are scared a bit about asking it, you took a deep breath for a request. Ms. Nao chuckled softly, brushing your sweaty hair from your forehead. "What do you want, my little lover?" she asked playfully. "Anything is possible between us now."

“Uhm...basically, I filled you...without condoms, so...will there be a baby created by us?” - you asked with relentless trembles.

Ms. Nao's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself. "Don't worry," she reassured you, her hand squeezing yours comfortingly. "I'm on birth control. Besides, I haven't been with anyone else since my divorce, so the chances of getting pregnant are quite low."

Adding with a wink, "Plus, isn't having a baby with your mom's best friend... interesting?" She gave you a mischievous grin before leaning forward, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. Her teases finally defeat you, and she also makes you deny escaping from them. Yet, having a baby with your mom's best friend is the best off-script thing ever, isn’t it?

“So can I...taste your breasts? I don't want just our baby to have them...that is if we actually have a baby together then!” - Yeah, she and your baby are the only things in your head then.

Laughing softly, Ms. Nao rolled onto her back, offering her breasts to you. "Help yourself, my dear," she said teasingly. "You've certainly earned it."

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of yourself. Ms. Nao's eyes encouraged you, however, reminding you of the trust between you two. Gathering your courage, you leaned forward and took one of her nipples into your mouth, gently sucking and swirling your tongue around it. She moaned approvingly, her hands threading through your hair.

Switching sides, you repeated the process, giving equal attention to both breasts. They tasted divine, a mixture of seawater and lotion that made you crave more. Her nipples grew hard under your ministrations, standing proud against her skin.

When you finished, Ms. Nao reached down, stroking your hair affectionately. "Now that's what I call a proper reward," she said, her voice laced with satisfaction. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

“Yes, Ms. Nao...until I really get pregnant with you!” - Again, the baby.

Ms. Nao's laughter rang out across the empty beach, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, then," she replied, drawing you closer for another deep kiss. "We'll have to make sure we create a miracle."

After that day, things changed between you and Ms. Nao. There was newfound intimacy and understanding - a bond strengthened by secrets and shared experiences. Even though you knew it was wrong, you couldn't help but cherish these moments, hoping they would last forever.

And maybe, just maybe, someday you'd get your wish - a tiny human born from your illicit affair, filling the world with even more love and chaos.

[celerydays]

What program do you use to make your fanart? Is it on just an average ipad or is there special ones just for art? Your work looks so good! I’m wanting to try digital art but unsure where to start :)

I use the Procreate app for all of my digital art! ✨

It should be available on any iPad 💗 I personally invested for my birthday this past year and I have the 12.9" M2 iPad Pro, but I'll even occasionally use my fiancé's iPad Mini and the Procreate app on there in a pinch since it's so small and portable~

The only real difference is that performance might suffer a bit, the larger an art piece is or how many layers your work has, depending on the iPad. But if you're just starting out, I probably wouldn't find that to be much of an issue!

(More rambling about digital art origins under cut ✨)

There's definitely a learning curve, especially if you're more used to drawing traditionally! It can help to still sketch traditionally (if that's what you're used to) and then upload a photo of your drawing to your tablet to work over digitally (this is personally how I started out and I used to just make little digital doodles by tracing and coloring over my traditional sketches.)

A small doodle from my sketchbook that I traced and colored digitally, from around 2011-2012, I think? Uh, happy Doctor Who day today!

My very first digital art set up was actually a tiny Wacom Bamboo tablet where the drawing space probably wasn't even bigger than my hand, and a super old bootleg version of Photoshop CS2 which was already a version that was 7 years too old for the time (CS5/CS6 was the most updated version by the time I had started on digital art).

Everyone else in my class had the bigger/fancier/professional-grade Wacom Intuos and I remember my professor taking one look at my baby tablet and just going like "how tf are you drawing on that" lmao.

But still! Experimenting and doing little exercises can get you a long way – I would say to approach it with similar exercises you would do as if you were learning to draw traditionally for the first time.

Shade in circles/nail down basic lighting. Gesture drawings. Random scribbles. Just things that help you get used to the feel of digital art!

Test out different textures you can achieve with one brush, then expand it to see how other different types of brushes can behave and add to the experience.

For proof that even just one brush and not the best/most updated tools can work: these are two of my first more "serious" digital art projects I did in college (with my tiny tablet and mega outdated version of Photoshop) and 99% of the rendering was just done with the "soft airbrush" brush.

But even then, we were taught to create our base sketches traditionally and upload them to the program to work over.

Then one day I decided I wanted to just be able to also do all my sketches digitally and just worked on getting used to sketching straight on my digital program. It was then that besides the all-powerful undo-redo buttons, I started to really make use of the transform/canvas flip/liquify features which I don't think I can live without now lol. (Caveat: I'm now a little too dependent on those features so I keep a traditional sketchbook to do silly doodles in occasionally to exercise my hand because sketching traditionally without the buffer of those digital tools is pretty difficult for me now lol.)

That was a little long-winded, I'm so sorry hahaha. I hope something in this rambling could be taken as somewhat helpful for starting out on digital art!! 💗

[pansy-picnics]

Okay but how are the grandparents with the UKD kids? I imagine it’s difficult, especially at first since none of them actually raised newborns/infants themselves?

SUPER LATE ANSWER BUT I’VE ACTUALLY BEEN ASKED SOMETHING ALONG THESE LINES ON INSTA A WHILE AGO. it’s DEFINITELY a learning curve…for the most part they know they can step back and they trust the kids to handle things themselves, but we do know from canon that they can all be a Little overbearing at times…….

i think captain, much like cass turns out to be surprisingly gentle and knows exactly how to handle them just by instinct alone. he was ECSTATIC to hear about rapunzel’s pregnancy for the first time just because, despite not Completely understanding his daughters relationship situation, he DID know that they’d be considered cass’ kids too (although frankly, CASS herself was still kinda coming to terms with this, so his excitement was a little overwhelming for her at first, but she too came around).

he definitely slips up from time to time but for the most part he eases into the role perfectly. now that he’s retired, he’s basically the chillest of all of them tbh. Like i think he got really into fishing so he takes the kids on boat trips and stuff. Normal grandpa things.

Also when cass decided to take in ilmari literally the first thing she thought of was her dad. She stopped to tell him before she even made it back to see rapunzel and eugene….Just to tell him what happened. He apologized but inevitably told her she did the right thing. Lots of tears that night.

frederic and arianna are the most grounded ones, but also the most paranoid. they’re very emotional about having little ones in the house again, especially since they never got to have rapunzel around at that age….it leads them to be VERY comically affectionate LOL. in the days after the twins were first born, 9 times out of 10 if they weren’t with any of their parents they were with fred or ari. they are totally the ones who freak out every time the baby sneezes or something, which is something arianna is constantly teasing frederic about as if she isn’t a Massive Fucking Hypocrite and is just a LITTLE better at holding herself together.

i like to imagine arianna and willow were identical twins, so arianna has an especially close connection to alina and ryder….she worries a lot about them growing distant or resentful of one another like her and willow did. as alina grows up, she reminds her the most of herself…<:]

They also love ilmari so so much and OBVIOUSLY THAT’S A GIVEN but i specifically think ilmari would be obsessed with fred’s stupid fucking egg collection. Autism to autism communication

Edmund….edmund is the deranged one (Probably could’ve figured that one out though). He’s the grandparent who you only see for special occasions and he always brings the most insane gifts that your parents HATE. Somehow they’re even worse than varian’s gifts and he’s practically giving the kids literal explosives. /J Lowkey i think edmund has forgotten how children work a little bit and he scares the shit out of ukd sometimes just by making some Incredibly silly decisions BUT he means incredibly well and the twins LOVE him. Ilmari is a little intimidated by him admittedly, at first just because he’s big and scary, and later when they’re older, just because of how loud and boisterous he is…..But they appreciate him too and he’s very supportive.

as silly as he can be he does know when he needs to quiet down and be gentle and ilmari really likes learning from him and the other brotherhood members about the dark kingdom and their history. ryder especially grows rlly close with him when he’s older since he spends about a year in the dark kingdom and eventually takes over the throne… :3

[midnightblues444]

Pairing: Demi god!!Yuji x siren!!reader

Jjk Greek god au mini series

Summary: your song has never failed you, so why is this man being so difficult.

Content warnings: fem bodied reader, you're a siren, little bit of violence, some inaccuracies Yuji is in his 20s here

Genre: suggestive

Yuujis whole life was centered by the sea, drawn to it and raised to navigate it Yuji had never learned how to fear it. Yujis grandfather was a sailor, and taught him all he knew about the ocean, teaching him how to continue working the family fish market.

Yuji was a natural, and it really helped how physically gifted he is, having the ability to swim incredibly long distances, run strangely fast and impeccable strength by age 10, so Yuji ‘s only real limitations were that he couldn't go to the cove by the far end of the shore.

"Never go there no matter what" he remembers being constantly told growing up. Which would be the major lesson Yuji takes with him after the passing of his grandfather.

Yuji wishes he knew more about his family before his passing, his grandpa was the only bridge between him and the knowledge of his parents. For some odd reason nobody in the village knows a thing about them, so their legacy died with grandfather.

Eventually Yuji learns to navigate his grief and attempts to continue a positive attitude. Waking up even earlier to start his work for the day was new part of his routine. Getting the nets ready and setting sail by the time the sun was rising. Yuji liked the change of pace,and although he wouldn't want to admit it aloud he enjoyed the solitude of the early mornings.

Though sometimes he swore he could hear something, a song of some sort. Beautifully enchanting, velvet and soft, almost lulling him to sleep. Yuji thought he was imagining it at first, as he sat quietly on the edge of his boat, letting the gentle warm morning air pass through him.

He had s strange overwhelming urge to find its source.

Go to her his mind repeatedly told him and for a while he could fight it. But today he finds himself putting the nets back, jumping from the docks and running down the beach. His thoughts are limited and he can feel his brain battling with a compelling force.

Question is what is this force ?

He thinks this while he climbs the rocky barrier of the cove. Looking down onto the separated mini beach,he spots you. Sitting in the calm waters seemingly washing your hair singing to yourself.

As he approaches he gains some control over his actions calling out to you ."I dont think you should be here" he says, you dont even look at him, keeping your focus on your hair.

"And whys that?" Softly you respond, "well I'm told it's not safe here" he started to wade over to you reaching his hand out. You turn to look at him questionably. He's pretty, for a human, but just how was he so resilient against your song?The answer to your question isn't too important for he wont be able to resist you for any longer.

Turning to face him fully, "Then what brings you here?" You ask sweetly tilting your head looking up at him through your eyelashes. He visibly blushes and stumbles trying to find a reason that doesn't make him sound crazy.

You nod along at his prolonged answer, noting how his eyes dart between your eyes and your chest. Probably trying to figure out if your naked.

Cute

You think maybe the mystery of your nudity is why theres a tent forming between his legs. Clearly visible through his robes.

You slowly stand getting closer to him, effectively shutting him up to get this over with. Yuji takes in all your curves mesmerized by your form but turning his head to be respectful.

You've never had a man do that. Actively resisting his urges. Usually they throw themselves at you blindly costing their lives. Yuji can feel his mind go blank, as you slowly touch his shoulders guiding him deeper into the water.

Suddenly it's as though he gains conciousness, realizing that he is now nearly chest deep into the tide. He struggles against your grip to which, you dig your claws into his arms returning to your scaly form, and trying to pull him under.

Luckily his survival instinct is on his side, using his strength to finally escape you, quickly swimming back to shore and running. Stunned all you do is watch as he goes, blood dripping from his biceps.

A man has never escaped before, you think

Is he even a man?

Your intrigue gets the better of you, deciding to indulge him in hopes of better understanding.

This game has began.