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alfheimr · 10 months ago

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My Favorite Cheap Art Trick: Gradient Maps and Blending Modes

i get questions on occasion regarding my coloring process, so i thought i would do a bit of a write up on my "secret technique." i don't think it really is that much of a secret, but i hope it can be helpful to someone. to that end:

this is one of my favorite tags ive ever gotten on my art. i think of it often. the pieces in question are all monochrome - sort of.

the left version is the final version, the right version is technically the original. in the final version, to me, the blues are pretty stark, while the greens and magentas are less so. there is some color theory thing going on here that i dont have a good cerebral understanding of and i wont pretend otherwise. i think i watched a youtube video on it once but it went in one ear and out the other. i just pick whatever colors look nicest based on whatever vibe im going for.

this one is more subtle, i think. can you tell the difference? there's nothing wrong with 100% greyscale art, but i like the depth that adding just a hint of color can bring.

i'll note that the examples i'll be using in this post all began as purely greyscale, but this is a process i use for just about every piece of art i make, including the full color ones. i'll use the recent mithrun art i made to demonstrate. additionally, i use clip studio paint, but the general concept should be transferable to other art programs.

for fun let's just start with Making The Picture. i've been thinking of making this writeup for a while and had it in mind while drawing this piece. beyond that, i didn't really have much of a plan for this outside of "mithrun looks down and hair goes woosh." i also really like all of the vertical lines in the canary uniform so i wanted to include those too but like. gone a little hog wild. that is the extent of my "concept." i do not remember why i had the thought of integrating a shattered mirror type of theme. i think i wanted to distract a bit from the awkward pose and cover it up some LOL but anyway. this lack of planning or thought will come into play later.

note 1: the textured marker brush i specifically use is the "bordered light marker" from daub. it is one of my favorite brushes in the history of forever and the daub mega brush pack is one of the best purchases ive ever made. highly recommend!!!

note 2: "what do you mean by exclusion and difference?" they are layer blending modes and not important to the overall lesson of this post but for transparency i wanted to say how i got these "effects." anyway!

with the background figured out, this is the point at which i generally merge all of my layers, duplicate said merged layer, and Then i begin experimenting with gradient maps. what are gradient maps?

the basic gist is that gradient maps replace the colors of an image based on their value.

so, with this particular gradient map, black will be replaced with that orangey red tone, white will be replaced with the seafoamy green tone, etc. this particular gradient map i'm using as an example is very bright and saturated, but the colors can be literally anything.

these two sets are the ones i use most. they can be downloaded for free here and here if you have csp. there are many gradient map sets out there. and you can make your own!

you can apply a gradient map directly onto a specific layer in csp by going to edit>tonal correction>gradient map. to apply one indirectly, you can use a correction layer through layer>new correction layer>gradient map. honestly, correction layers are probably the better way to go, because you can adjust your gradient map whenever you want after creating the layer, whereas if you directly apply a gradient map to a layer thats like. it. it's done. if you want to make changes to the applied gradient map, you have to undo it and then reapply it. i don't use correction layers because i am old and stuck in my ways, but it's good to know what your options are.

this is what a correction layer looks like. it sits on top and applies the gradient map to the layers underneath it, so you can also change the layers beneath however and whenever you want. you can adjust the gradient map by double clicking the layer. there are also correction layers for tone curves, brightness/contrast, etc. many such useful things in this program.

let's see how mithrun looks when we apply that first gradient map we looked at.

gadzooks. apologies for eyestrain. we have turned mithrun into a neon hellscape, which might work for some pieces, but not this one. we can fix that by changing the layer blending mode, aka this laundry list of words:

some of them are self explanatory, like darken and lighten, while some of them i genuinely don't understand how they are meant to work and couldn't explain them to you, even if i do use them. i'm sure someone out there has written out an explanation for each and every one of them, but i've learned primarily by clicking on them to see what they do.

for the topic of this post, the blending mode of interest is soft light. so let's take hotline miamithrun and change the layer blending mode to soft light.

here it is at 100% opacity. this is the point at which i'd like to explain why i like using textured brushes so much - it makes it very easy to get subtle color variation when i use this Secret Technique. look at the striation in the upper right background! so tasty. however, to me, these colors are still a bit "much." so let's lower the opacity.

i think thats a lot nicer to look at, personally, but i dont really like these colors together. how about we try some other ones?

i like both of these a lot more. the palettes give the piece different vibes, at which point i have to ask myself: What Are The Vibes, Actually? well, to be honest i didn't really have a great answer because again, i didn't plan this out very much at all. however. i knew in my heart that there was too much color contrast going on and it was detracting from the two other contrasts in here: the light and dark values and the sharp and soft shapes. i wanted mithrun's head to be the main focal point. for a different illustration, colors like this might work great, but this is not that hypothetical illustration, so let's bring the opacity down again.

yippee!! that's getting closer to what my heart wants. for fun, let's see what this looks like if we change the blending mode to color.

i do like how these look but in the end they do not align with my heart. oh well. fun to experiment with though! good to keep in mind for a different piece, maybe! i often change blending modes just to see what happens, and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. i very much cannot stress enough that much of my artistic process is clicking buttons i only sort of understand. for fun.

i ended up choosing the gradient map on the right because i liked that it was close to the actual canary uniform colors (sorta). it's at an even lower opacity though because there was Still too much color for my dear heart.

the actual process for this looks like me setting my merged layer to soft light at around 20% opacity and then clicking every single gradient map in my collection and seeing which one Works. sometimes i will do this multiple times and have multiple soft light and/or color layers combined.

typically at this point i merge everything again and do minor contrast adjustments using tone curves, which is another tool i find very fun to play around with. then for this piece in particular i did some finishing touches and decided that the white border was distracting so i cropped it. and then it's done!!! yay!!!!!

this process is a very simple and "fast" way to add more depth and visual interest to a piece without being overbearing. well, it's fast if you aren't indecisive like me, or if you are better at planning.

let's do another comparison. personally i feel that the hint of color on the left version makes mithrun look just a bit more unwell (this is a positive thing) and it makes the contrast on his arm a lot more pleasing to look at. someone who understands color theory better than i do might have more to say on the specifics, but that's honestly all i got.

just dont look at my layers too hard. ok?

#process #art tutorial #unsure what else to tag this as. if this does not post properly i will cry.

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solbaby7 · 8 months ago

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Good Enough to Eat

pairing: azriel x reader

warnings: porn with little plot, the less obvious take on size-kink, swearing, minors DNI, size kink, implied pre-existing friendship with almost in a relationship/mated undertones? whatever tickles ur fancy, prolly typos

summary: Azriel never really took a notice to little things—until you.

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If Azriel was being honest with himself, he could admit he’d gotten carried away.

He just hadn’t remembered ever noticing it before—how large his frame was in comparison to a female. Not until you came around with a body too small to put into words with five times as much fire inside to make up for it.

He'd lost count of how many times his mind had wandered to less than savory places in your presence; fixating on the strain of your neck when peering up to look him in the eye as you rambled on about your day. A low hum of distant acknowledgment rumbles through his chest, an attempt to seem like he was paying attention to the words coming of your mouth instead of fixating on the inviting plush of your lips. "Az, are you even listening to me?"

"Of course," A lie saturated in sweet honey and presented on a golden platter but you eat it up all the same, smiling up at him with a knowing look buried in your iris. "Keep going."

There's a brief pause--a hesitation where you contemplate questioning that faraway look etched in his features. You decide against it, shaking it off with a little laugh before continuing where you left off.

Azriel hangs onto every quirk of your lip, the etherial glow that emanated from your form as the midday sun bristles through thin curtains. Such glorious beauty enhanced by the abyss of black that draped enticingly over your chest, twisting and crossing at your midriff until it blended seamlessly into the flowy little skirt that teased at your thighs.

He drinks in every inch of bared skin, fingers clenching into fists of barely contained want when picturing those legs thrown over his shoulders with your body propped against any surface sturdy enough to withstand your weight and his mouth buried between your...

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

A mix of guilt and embarrassment should burn in Azriel's chest for being caught not paying attention but with his brain so lost in the clouds, the truth just seems to spill right out. "You're so cute." A blush grows at the apples of your cheeks, neck jerking forward just a little to push your hair against your face to hide but Azriel has already seen it—already grown addicted to it and yearns for more. "Like a little doll. Makes me want to carry you around everywhere and see how high I can throw you."

"I've killed men three times your size."

"Even cuter, a murderous little kitten."

Your nose scrunches, lips poking into a pout and when your arms raise to cross at your chest in defiance. Azriel nearly groans with need, mouth salivating at the thought of marking that skin with endless reminders of who you belonged to. “I’m far from feline and I’m not little.”

Azriel’s brow raises in silent challenge, his hands moving before he can second guess himself and in an instant you become weightless. The surprised cry that pulls free is instinctual when you’re thrown about, limbs grasping at open air for purchase. “I don’t know,” He muses, catching you and flipping you over his back with an annoying ease. “You feel like lightwork to me.”

To and fro he twists you about, a bright smile stamped on his mouth when your frightened shouts shift into unrestrained giggles and grabby hands for stability. “Azriel,” The syllables are broken up from your choppy breaths, cheeks red and thoughts scrambled. “Put me down.”

“Put you down? I hadn’t even noticed I picked you up to begin with.”

“Azriel,” You repeat, more urgency in your cadence when you feel the soft fabric of your skirts teasing up the smooth length of your legs. “I’m serious—my dress!”

“What a dress it is,” The calloused drag of his hand is sinful when sliding its way up the back of your leg, working the material up, up, up until the chilled breeze from the opened window hits your exposed flesh. “I’m a little more interested in whats under it though.” A low groan pulls from his chest when his golden gaze eats up the pale blue pair of sheer panties. Azriel could feel the thin grip he had on his restraint slipping until nothing was left in his grasp but the hypnotizing malleability of your ass. “Not so little down here, huh?”

You should tell him to stop.

You could easily use that training Cassian taught you to wiggle from Azriel’s hold and throw him to the ground as reparations.

But like the whore you are, your hips raise ever so slightly, urging his inquiring touch to shift a few inches further. “Not sure if I can say the same about you.”

Azriel’s low chuckle rumbles against your belly, his nose training up the exposed curve of your hip before he’s shifting you once more. It’s more careful this time—his hand placement more intentional when sliding you down his front, hooking your legs at his hips until you’re forced to meet his eye. “Are you brave enough to find out?”

Breath hitches, snippy words caught in the back of your throat as Azriel crossed this imaginary line drawn in the sand with all of these implicating touches. You swear your heart is fixing to lurch from your chest from the anticipation of it all, thighs clenching tighter around his waist and before you can restrain yourself—hips roll against the hard bulge straining against his breeches. “Guess so,” You utter back, pupils blown out and fingers starting their exploration in the softness of Azriel’s messy ebony strands.

A groan pulls from his throat, grip tightening at your waist and with two steps your back is braced up against the wall. Azriel’s movements are a little sloppy in his eagerness, fingers catching on crossed fabric but it doesn’t seize his exploration of you. Warm palms skim over the length of your stomach, slowing over the tantalizing swell of your breasts. “I think about these a lot.” Azriel confesses shamelessly, voice rough with want; the fan of his breath against such sensitive skin forcing a shiver down your spine. “Seems almost unnatural for such a little thing like you to have these less than little assets. You make it hard for me to get things done around here.”

Your brains a little foggy, clouded with pure lust and distracted by the concentration it takes to maintain the steady rock of your hips against the clothed cock between your thighs. “I’d say sorry but—Azriel.”

Dark promise is etched into every stunning feature when he slowly works a thumb over the length of your bottom lip. It must be instinctual, the way his tongue traces over his own in sync. “This mouth of yours has nearly gotten you in this same position dozens of times.” Need pools in your underthings, seeping through flimsy material and dragging deliciously against your clit with each desperate rut. You barely notice when the golden warmth of the library fades into the cool darkness of Azriel’s room.

It only adds to the lusty delirium, his scent engulfing you like a wave and finally his lips press against yours. Twin moans fill the silence, curious shadows following their masters command in easing your hair from your shoulders and sliding the straps of your dress free.

Every touch feels like puzzle pieces slotting into place.

His tongue in your mouth, your hands tangled in his hair while his shadows blocked out the rest of the world until nothing was left but Azriel and you. “Nearly dozens?” You breathlessly repeat, neck craning to offer more space for the myriad of marks he intended to place there. “What took you so long?”

Insecurity. Cowardice. A million different reasons had stopped Azriel from ever daring opening this door but now that the knob has been turned and the threshold breached—he was happily trapped; proud to be held prisoner as long as you desired. “Who cares? I’ve got you now.”

Melting into him is as easy as breathing, kisses desperate and hands heated when tugging off any offending clothing without breaking the connection.

Years of exposure to Azriel in the training ring prepares you plenty to see his bare abdomen and the densely packed muscles that’s housed there. The rest, however, has your mouth watering, teeth biting into your bottom lip when the heavy weight of his cock settles teasingly between your legs. “Is that what you want? To have me?” He doesn’t bother with words, only nodding once as his mouth is entirely too occupied learning the shape of your breasts and the noises that sound when his teeth graze at hardened peaks. “Then, please stop teasing before I handle this myself.”

Probably the wrong choice of words, even if they are harmless and fueled by errant desire.

“Handle it yourself?” A surprised noise escapes you when the position is swiftly shifted, Azriel’s back now propped against the headboard and his arms don’t even shake when bearing the brunt of your weight. “I’d love to see you try.” The smug expression he bears is slightly worrisome and yet you don’t resist when the weeping tip of his cock is rubbed against your folds, slipping between and easing inside.

“Fuckkk,” The word drags off your tongue, lids shut and lashes fluttering from the pleasure of it all—you felt so full. So unbelievably full that all you can do is whimper your praise and hope that your body was able to handle what you were going to put it through.

Azriel knew he’d gotten carried away.

You just sounded so pretty. Looked well on your way to being so perfectly ruined with your hair splayed messily down your shoulders as you struggled to take the full length of him, even with arousal dripping onto the satin sheets. “You’re squeezing me too tight,” Azriel croons soothingly, attempting to ease the tremble of your calves with the slow drag of his palms. “Gotta breathe, baby.”

It’s easier said than done and after a few seconds of trying to force your lungs to do their fucking jobs, you ditch the efforts altogether and delegate to more pressing matters.

Azriel doesn’t anticipate your determination but he falls harder when your brows furrow with the effort, a deep groan rumbling right through him when your hips go flush with his own.

You barely give yourself time to adjust, too eager after finally being granted all you’d desired. It’s almost as if there’s all the time in the world and still not enough time at all when Azriel’s sat so sturdy beneath you, his eyes raking up every inch of your body and committing it to memory. “There you go,” He praises with hands on your hips to guide the lewd movements. “Just like that, perfect girl.”

You all but preen under the worship, hypnotized by the devilish rasp he adopts and everything combined ignites a dangerous desire to please.

To give and give and give until there was nothing left but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when the process felt so godsdamned good. “Az, I’m so close.” The coil in your gut grows unbearable, the steady rhythm you’d maintained begins to falter but Azriel’s quick to pick up where you’ve left off, hips bucking up into you over and over and over until one orgasm blends into the other. Every muscle goes pliant, curling around him like a lifeline as he takes his fill.

You can barely remember your name when his release follows, his chest glistening and hair in complete disarray when plopping down to the mattress, easing you beside him.

There’s a moment of awkward silence where you suddenly aren’t sure where to put your hands. Is this the part where you were supposed to leave?

When you can finally move your legs again, you make a move to slip from the warmth of the covers, bare toes skimming the harsh bite of hardwood floors when Azriel stops you with one hand is gently curled around your arm. The deep navy sheets are lazily covering his lower half and it’s near impossible to drag your eyes away from the sharp cut of his physique now that you know what it felt like up close. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“It’s the middle of the day, I still have so much to do—I should get going.”

“Blow it off,” It’s almost embarrassing how easily you melt into the request, sinking into the way he tugs you back into him, shadows tucking you securely under the covers. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

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enilehtnorevol · 11 months ago

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hiii, I’ve seen some old art of yours and I’ve been wondering how do you draw curly hair? I struggle a lot with it…

hi!! well for starters i'm not sure what else to advise other then going through a lot of photos of people with curly hair studying how curls errrr work and behave and then training your hand coming up with random curly shapes

and then my painting process goes somewhat like this:

1. draw a base shape (it can be more neat/messy depending on your style and process) with some additional slightly lighter more saturated warmer/cooler color

2. add shadows and lights (note: it applies to everything not just hair - the darker the surface is, the less you should rely on shadows and more on light, highlights and reflections)

3. render and add details. it might be tempting but better refrain yourself from defining each curl; face framing pieces, stuck out locks, edges and where you need to show that one part of hair lays differently/goes in a different direction than the others (hope this makes sense) woud be enough

4. now i would probably stop at the third step but before i also used to use some grainy noisy brush to add more fluffiness

theres more then just those four examples of course but i hope they'll help figure out the rest!

#asks #arts

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acourtofmishapandmistakes · 9 months ago

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Bumps, Blunders & Baby Kicks

Azriel & Reader Fluff Fic

Summary: As she enters her eighth month of pregnancy with her mate Azriel, the reader struggles with relentless discomfort from perpetual warmth and frequent need to pee. The story is filled with moments of tender comfort and delightful fluff.

Content Warning: Pregnancy, kissing, and accidental punching.

The bedroom sweltered like a furnace, suffocating despite the windows thrown wide open. Outside, the Sidra usually whispered cool breezes that now seemed to have lost their way, leaving only what felt like the heat from a scorching oven, clinging to your skin.

At eight months pregnant, with the weight of your unborn child pressing relentlessly from within, each movement felt like wading through molasses. The thin sheet that once promised some semblance of comfort now lay discarded by your feet. You shifted from your side to sit up, letting out a slight groan. Your hand swept over the curve of your belly. With the other hand, you brushed back the damp tendrils of hair that had glued themselves to your forehead, each strand saturated with sweat.

You let out a frustrated humph, struggling to take a deep breath, a task that had become increasingly difficult these days. You glanced at the empty space beside you on the bed. In the first few months of your pregnancy, Azriel had been almost inseparably attentive, hardly letting you out of his sight. He doted on you endlessly, always touching you, constantly checking if you were okay. By the third month, his constant vigilance had nearly driven you to smother him with a pillow while he slept. While you cherished the increased presence of your mate, his overprotectiveness had begun to feel suffocating, and you had gently nudged him to resume his duties at the Night Court, though with less risk involved.

You had returned to your work in the library after overcoming your morning sickness, determined not to be treated differently just because you were pregnant. The idea of being seen as weak or fragile irked you deeply. So you resisted, sometimes pushing yourself too hard, often ending your days exhausted and spent.

Azriel was reluctant to spend nights away, he valued these evenings with you, cherishing the time before your new babe arrived. However, it didn’t seem right for him to skip the meeting in the Summer Court, especially when that relationship was still in its infancy. Azriel had given you a long, passionate kiss, promising to return home as soon as he could. He then gently cupped your belly, whispered something too soft even for your fae ears to catch, and kissed your stomach. With that tender gesture, he winnowed away to the River House to meet with Rhys.

You gently ran your hand up and down the curve of your stomach. “Is it as hot in there for you as it is out here?” you murmured to your babe. As you fluttered your fingers across the top of your belly, the babe responded with a lively kick. Azriel had thoroughly enjoyed discovering all the ways to engage with the babe, from talking to them to gently pressing your belly to feel them push back. Each time you felt a kick, you’d call out to him, and no matter where he was, he’d appear in moments, eager to place his hands over yours and feel the movement too. He had been so disappointed when he missed the first of those tiny, internal kicks.

At the tiny kick, a smile spread across your face. Then, abruptly, you felt an overwhelming urge to pee—a sensation that seemed to dominate your days lately. Sighing, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and carefully stood up, arching your back in an attempt to ease some of the persistent ache. You stretched your arms high above your head, trying to loosen the tightness that gripped your body.

You ambled into the adjoining bathroom, the soles of your feet gently padding on the hardwood floor—a gracious gift from Feyre and Rhys when they learned of your pregnancy. The townhouse was your sanctuary. While Cassian had insisted that you and Azriel stay with him and Nesta at the House of Wind, you had joked that two pregnant females under one roof might leave only one male mate standing. Besides, you cherished the privacy of your own space with Azriel, and he seemed delightfully committed to "christening" every surface of your new home.

You paused by the large bathroom mirror, taking a moment to admire your side profile. Gently, you ran your hands over the curve of your stomach, tugging at the oversized t-shirt you'd claimed from Azriel after your own clothes had become too snug.

That’s a nice image, Azriel's voice echoed softly in your mind, his words a warm mental caress that brought an instinctive smile to your lips.

What are you doing up? you sent back to him, your mental voice tinged with a mix of surprise and warmth. Normally, you kept your side of the bond open when he was away, though his was often shielded due to his duties. Every now and then, you'd send him mental snapshots of you and the babe whenever he could receive them.

We just got back to our rooms, Azriel replied, his mental presence flickering like a comforting candle in the dark.

You glanced out into the deep, dark night. It has to be close to like 2 in the morning. What kept you out?

Azriel’s chuckle, rich and warm, flowed through the bond. Cassian got into a drinking contest with some of the Summer Court guards. Given his history, neither Rhys nor I thought it was a good idea to leave him unattended.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Fair response. Did he win?

Does anyone win in that situation? Azriel mused. He’s going to have a killer headache tomorrow morning, and I’m going to have to hear him complain about it. Also, I learned he can belch his ABC’s. Which he did. Four. Different. Times.

Oh good, you replied, already picturing the next gathering, I’ll have to ask him to demonstrate next time I can get a few beers in him.

I don’t think you would need to coax him, Azriel responded, amused. He seems pretty proud of himself. A beat passed. Are you doing okay? babe okay?

You stood up, having finished what felt like the longest pee ever. We’re both fine. Your babe just finds it hilarious to sit on mom’s bladder at night. That, and I’m just constantly hot.

Well, we knew that, came Azriel’s cheeky retort, and you could almost see his teasing grin.

I mean because of the pregnancy, you heathen.

I’m sorry my babe keeps making you have to pee. I’ll be sure to address it with them at our next meeting, Azriel joked, his voice soothing even across the distance.

I would appreciate that, you responded with a light laugh, exiting the bathroom and returning to the bedroom. Needing a break from the oppressive indoor heat, you stepped out onto the patio to catch what little coolness the night air could offer. When are you coming home?

Does my beautiful mate miss me that much? Azriel's voice was soft and playful.

You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn't see it. Your mate misses the foot massages and back rubs, that’s for sure. And your babe misses your voice. They’re quieter tonight.

His warmth enveloped you through the bond, a comforting embrace from afar. I’ll be home soon, he promised. Just a few more things to wrap up here.

Get some sleep, my love, you urged, feeling the heaviness of your own eyelids as a testament to the late hour.

I’m not the one carrying an unborn child, Azriel teased back.

The babe and I are both heading back to sleep, you responded, settling the conversation toward a close.

Goodnight, my love, and goodnight, my sweet babe. Dada misses you so much. His words were tender, filled with longing. Though no one knew for certain if unborn fae babes could sense their parents through the bond, you felt a heightened awareness from your babe whenever Azriel spoke like this. Perhaps there was something to the old tales after all.

You ran a hand over your stomach once more, a gesture both comforting and connective, then closed your eyes, letting the cool breeze from Velaris ease the persistent warmth enveloping you. After a moment savored in the night's gentle caress, you made your way back to bed, your heart and mind a little lighter, carrying the goodnight wishes of your mate with you into dreams.

Later that same night, you felt the warm caress of a hand pushing your hair from your face. In a flash your eyes open and you punched one hand out into the stomach of whomever was touching you. You jolted up, kicking your way to the other side of the bed, arms drawn in a fighting stance. Azriel doubled over, the air knocked from him.

Azriel sucked in a pained breath, managing to straighten up slightly as he held a hand to his stomach. His shadows fluttered around him, mirroring his surprise and discomfort. "I was just trying to be sweet," he wheezed, a forced grin not quite hiding the sting of your reflexive punch.

Your heart sank a little, guilt mixing with the remnants of your adrenaline rush. "Oh, Az, I'm so sorry. I thought—I didn't realize it was you," you stammered, the initial fear dissipating as quickly as it had surged.

He took a few more deep breaths, regaining his composure, his smile becoming more genuine. "It's alright. I should have known better than to sneak up on a warrior—even one who's eight months pregnant."

You lowered your arms, your stance relaxing, your expression apologetic. "I didn’t mean to hit you. It just... it happened so fast. But also, by the Cauldron Az!”

Azriel finally chuckled, the sound a bit strained but filled with affection. "Trust me, love, I've learned my lesson. Next time I'll make sure I'm not within striking distance when I come to give you a midnight kiss."

"Maybe just stick to verbal greetings from now on—at least during the night," you suggested, half-joking but also serious, not wanting to risk another misfire.

"Protective mom instincts, huh?" he chuckled, his shadows settling back as his breathing eased. “Can I touch you now without getting maimed?" he joked, his tone light but his gaze searching for reassurance.

You nodded, opening your arms in a peace offering. "Come here, you. Just maybe announce yourself next time, especially in the middle of the night.”

“Fair point,” he responded. “Alright, I am going to hug my mate now, and maybe kiss her, depending on how the hug goes,” Az announced.

“I am accepting the hug and aware of what is to come,” you joked back.

Azriel's embrace was a sanctuary of warmth and familiarity, his presence alone soothing the ambient heat that had been your constant companion these past months. The subtle change in his scent—a richer, earthier tone—seemed to ground you further, drawing a deep, content sigh from your lips as you nestled into his hold.

“I thought you wouldn’t be home till tomorrow?” you queried, tilting your head back to look up at him, curiosity lighting your features.

He responded not with words, but with a tender kiss, sealing his lips to yours in a brief, loving gesture. When he drew back, the smile on your face lingered, eyes fluttering open slowly. “I couldn’t sleep, kept thinking about you,” Azriel confessed softly, the hum of his voice vibrating against your skin. “So I left a note for Rhys, letting him know I’d come back early. If he needs me, I can always go back tomorrow.”

“You know, next time you have to go to the ocean side, maybe consider bringing your heavily pregnant wife who currently runs at about ten thousand degrees so I can get some of that ocean air,” you suggested playfully, your lips puckering slightly in anticipation of another kiss.

Azriel's laughter melded into the kiss, his breath mingling with yours in a dance as intimate as the touch. The kiss deepened, and his hand found its way to your belly, thumb caressing the life within with a reverence that had grown over the months. His connection to both you and the babe deepened in these moments, a bond visible in his every gentle touch and loving glance.

The babe responded to his touch with a small kick, a tiny but sure presence making itself known. You placed your hands over his.

Azriel broke the kiss to lower his head toward your belly. “Hi little one,” he murmured affectionately, his lips pressing a soft kiss there. Another kick met his greeting, a silent echo of recognition. “Were you good to your mama while dada was gone?” he asked, voice playful yet filled with genuine curiosity.

“They were fine, a little restless earlier today when we were out on a walk, but other than that, they’ve been quiet,” you answered, running your fingers through Azriel's hair, anchoring him close, his head cradled against your stomach.

Azriel wrapped his arms around your hips as you stayed there together for a moment. He pressed another kiss to your stomach before resting his chin atop your swollen belly looking up at you. You leaned forward and gave him a soft peck on the forehead. “Az,” you started.

“What, my love?” He asked back, smiling.

“I have to pee.” You said, pushing him back from you.

You hauled your body from the bed and scooted into the bathing room, hearing from over your shoulder, “You always have to pee.”

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lavender-temult · 1 year ago

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Otohan Thull. How does your hair work

#I think I need to make their hair thicker perhaps?#also mess with the colors a bit since it’s more silvery and less grey which is fine I guess just not quite how I’m imagining them #also mess with their skin tone ‘cause my current thing is more orangey than I’m imagining and I’d want it to be more red #also a little bit more saturated lol. but also not enough to blend in too much with her cloak thingy? eh I’ll play around with that #actually thinking about it I should probably make a reference sheet for her #and liliana too while I’m at it ‘cause why not #also otohan’s armor is fun to draw and I already did a bunch of sketches that also kinda double as a turn-around? The poses aren’t great fo #that but I still think it’d be fun. also I should rewatch the description of her backpack contraption thingy because I want sketch it more #anyways that’s that for tonight’s late-night art ramblings lol #art ramblings

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charliemwrites · 1 year ago

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Mafia au with Price perspective

Content: Implied Violence

John, for the life of him, can’t believe he ever ran SpecGru without you.

It’s a hit to his pride to admit it, certainly. That an outsider has discovered a small conspiracy within his own organization less than three months into employment. That, apart from even that, he’s never been less scattered, having someone right by his side remembering details, appointments, bits of information.

Morning smells like Earl Grey and your perfume now. Steam mixing with whatever you’ve spritzed for the day, his own little aroma therapy. Revitalizing after however late the previous night dragged him out.

In general, you’re like a breath of fresh air. A smiley little charm of color and delicacy in his world of saturated shadows, blood and brutality.

Clean-cut dresses with patterned tights, soft-knit scarves. Lace accents and modest stilettos. Thin, sparkly jewelry and smart makeup. The scent of you drowns out the lingering burn of gunpowder; or maybe just transforms it into something heady.

John lingers on your hair. Smooth ponytails, tight coifs, intricate braids. Likes when it’s loose enough to brush you shoulders and neck, a little bounce to it as you toddle in and out of his office.

You’re gorgeous, he knows it like a gun in his hand or the stench of fear in the air. Has encountered (and indulged) in more than his share of stunning women. Women with beautiful smiles, and bright laughter, and sweet voices. Cunning women, too. Women who could outfox all but his best on any given day.

You have all of that in spades, though you’re not the first.

The difference, he thinks, is your sincerity. You’re never anything but honest with him. Even when you maybe shouldn’t be. Not that you share your opinion every time you have one, but if he asks for it, you’ll answer without pulling punches.

Respectful, always. Polite. But scalpels are elegant tools as dangerous as any dagger. You’re not cold by any means, but you’re made of steel. Precise and implacable in some ways. Have never hesitated too look him in the eye and cheerfully explain why he’s wrong.

That, he knows, is a rare commodity.

“I understand this is time sensitive Mister Graves, but raising your voice is not going to open Mister Price’s schedule.”

Your voice goes silky when you get like this. A finely draped, overly pleasant “no” in each word. A wall is still a wall no matter how finely it’s painted.

You’ve just gotten your nails done again, glossy wine red tap-tap-tapping over your customized keyboard. Whatever Philip is saying on the other end does not seem to be impressing you. Soap and Gaz are trying not to snicker. You shoot them an amused look.

“Well, he’s booked every morning for the next two weeks,” you continue.

John is not, in fact, booked every morning for the next two weeks. There are two mornings with two hours open and you’re serenely looking at them on your computer screen. He doesn’t correct you, interested to see how this plays out. You know he hates Philip and are gleefully taking advantage of that fact.

“Well, Mister Graves, a lot of people have time sensitive issues to bring to Mister Price,” you explain, a touch condescending now. “I’m afraid I can’t reschedule them just because you have… a trip to Glasgow, is it?”

You don’t sound impressed. Neither is John. You clear your throat, arch your eyebrows at him. Put up three fingers. He nods.

“I can schedule you in on the 3rd in the evening. Your assistant said you’ll be back by then.”

You blink, an almost smug curve to your lips at whatever is said. A pleasant shiver runs down John’s spine. Philip will just have gotten in then - a full day of travel after whatever business he’s been up to will put him at a disadvantage.

“Well, I’m afraid Mister Price’s next availability won’t be until the… 8th. So shall we schedule something for the 3rd? I can always call if he has a cancellation.”

A pause. Your eyes narrow into a mean little smile at nothing in particular. Practically glowing with satisfaction. Without your attention on him, he shifts a bit.

“Of course, Mister Graves,” you hum. “I can forward your people the details. Have a lovely day now.”

Soap and Gaz start laughing the moment you hand up. You huff at them in amusement, shaking your head, then turn to John.

“Was there anything you needed, sir?” You ask, syrupy sweet.

John snorts and finally approaches your desk, leaning his hip against the edge as he crosses his arms. You tilt your head to give him your full attention, a stray curl falling against your jaw.

“Since you seem to be on rampage,” he says, “I need you to get a reservation for Friday at Muse.”

You blink at him. “Muse? Sir, that’s… don’t they book that place out months in advance?”

He smirks. “Just use my name, luv. I’m sure you’ll have the rest under control.”

You don’t look convinced, but you slide your sticky pad over - light purple clouds, now. With a pink glitter pen.

“How many and what time, sir?”

“Six for eight o’clock.”

You hum as you scrawl it down, pretty round letters that shimmer under the office lights.

“Before you go,” you say as you set the sticky pad aside. “I have those inventory logs from the docks - as well as the incident report from security that evening.”

You pluck up a neat stack of papers, held together by a star-shaped paperclip. Already he can see pink highlighter on the first page, a little memo-note summarizing information for quick review at the top. Somewhere within, you’ve attached a pink tab to something.

“I’ve highlighted anything in the original shipment that wasn’t found in the inventory log,” you explain, tapping at one of them.

He hums, skims the summary, then starts rifling through the papers. Will never admit how much he appreciates the thoroughness, even if he’s comb through every detail himself just to be sure nothing has been missed.

“Oh, also,” you add, spinning the glitter pen between clever fingers, “I think we should maybe set up a camera near that back entrance to the warehouse.”

He pauses. The back entrance where they do the more gruesome aspects of “business.” Odd that you would suggest that.

“Why’s that?”

You hum. “Well, I’m no narc, but I heard from someone who works over there that one of the shipping guys smokes weed with his cousin in that area. Maybe someone saw them and realized that’s a good way in.”

You shrug, leaning back in your seat again. The computer dings, calling your attention. John shoots Soap a glance, who nods and quietly steps out. You don’t seem to notice, clicking your tongue at whatever you see.

“Nicely done, luv,” he says, voice warm in his chest. You beam at him, pleased as always when he recognizes your hard work. “I’ll call if I need anything else.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

Twenty minutes later, you tap lightly at the open door to his office.

“Got the reservation!” You announce, a funny little smile on your face. “They were so nice about it too. What are you, some kind of mafia boss?”

He chuckles at your joke, shaking his head.

How did he ever manage all this without you?

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bttrflybb · 17 days ago

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𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 .ᐟ ꮽ౿ variety. (18+)

contains: fem reader, dumbification (k), praise, edging, overstim, oral fixation, spit (s), marking, biting, prone bone (k), cunnilingus, finger fucking, gagging (s), aftercare

summary: naruto men and their discovery of kinks unlocked by you.

a/n: haha, this was supposed to have like 3 more characters . . . o well. part two at some point perhaps. thank you guys for the support so far <3

feat. iruka, shino, kakashi

IRUKA UMINO ⸝⸝ praise

iruka loves to make you feel good. it’s what he lives for, honestly. tasting you at the end of each night, the beginning of each day, in between if he begs. he’s shy about it, every time he recalls an intimate moment together he’s hiding behind his hands like it wasn’t him who did those things. he snaps out of the dazed pussy-drunk mindset he was in and puts up a front for some reason- like the post-nut clarity is too much for him and he just locks back in. you didn’t mind it, the sex was good, you just always had to remind him to not be so embarrassed all the time. it wasn’t like you were judging him. sometimes it just felt like he wanted more, or something else. like he was so close to requesting something or saying something but he didn’t know what he needed either. you wonder if it’s some response to being raised a shinobi, the suppression of some urges or wants that come with it.

things are steamy and the two of you slip into a semblance of routine you’ve established. irukas got you on your back while he gets you ready, lapping between your folds like he’s trying to drink water from a bowl. you swear, he knows the parts he sucks and licks at do nothing for you, he’s just that desperate to taste every bit- not let a drop go to waste. you lace your fingers in his loose hair and give the scalp they’re attached to the gentlest squeeze, eliciting a whine from the man below. oww, he doesn’t like it when you pull too hard. one eye shuts closed with a wince and he comes up for air, strings of saliva and you connect his jaw and your saturated cunt as follows the gentle pull upwards. “you don’ wan’ anymore? you ready?” he whines a bit. lust clearly clouds him, his words always slur when he’s feeling good with you- one of the things he’s always embarrassed about. you shake your head, “mm mm, want you to lick it good. know you can.” you huff. iruka really is great at head but again, he just gets carried away by his own desire. he flushes and looks away, nodding. “mm, mhm. m’ sorry.” he whispers, voice straining a bit. oh, did you hurt his feelings? you didn’t mean like that- he was doing a good job, you were just needy and didn’t want the teasing. quickly you push yourself up on an arm to cup the cheek he turned and refocus him to you. “don’t be sorry baby, m jus’ bein needy. feel so good, always make me feel so good- jus’ wan’ more.” you reassure him with a small laugh underlining your words. “m’ greedy. greedy for you.”

you want him to know he’s doing good. luckily, it looks like it’s worked. you can almost see his tail start to wag and his ears perk up at the acknowledgment and he nods with a cute little smile on his face. you can’t help but ruffle the top of his head as you settle back down and push him back to resume his work. “good boy” you moan as he starts, just for him to stop again. his eyes are locked on you when you lift your head back up to see what he stopped for. the grip his fingers hold between where your thighs and hips meet tightens and an embarrassed, shaky “mmmnn…” vibrates into your pussy. you put two and two together quickly and realize, he liked that. he really liked that. you giggle and the hand you’ve still got on him gives his scalp an encouraging nail-less scritch. “heha- good boy? you like that baby?” your voice is a bit hoarse and he moans again, knitting his eyebrows together and shutting them tight. you egg him on further, “c‘mon, you were doing so good honey, keep going f’r me. be a good boy.” you really like it too. iruka whimpers again and with a nod his mouth mounts the top of your pussy and he starts massaging the flat of his tongue against your clit. praises spill from your mouth the whole time and irukas reactions only intensify. he’s got his left arm rested over your abdomen, gripping your waist and his right working his two fingers into you while he abuses that pretty little bud.

before his dick is out he’s got you spilling around his mouth once. the sweltering heat of arousal dissipates and you refocus from your first climax to see iruka looking up at you with his head resting on your breast. he looks up at you expectedly, waiting for you to come down from your high and acknowledge him. whatever you say is yours. you cup his face once more and smile, “good boy baby, so good for me. make me feel so good.” you’re still panting and your words are shaky but true. that tone, that expression, all of it fuels iruka more than anything has before. his heart feels so full- he’s so happy he’s making you feel good, that's all he wants to do. this attitude iruka has taken up is affecting you too, clearly. he’s just so fucking cute you want to treat him like the sweetest dumbest little puppy. you coax his head up so he can kiss you and muster the strength to raise your jellified knees to his sides. the kiss is sloppy, iruka is so vocal- like every little thing is stimulating him in some way. when your tongue slides down his throat he lets it happen, letting his jaw go slack and you assault his mouth with yours all the while he’s panting out the lewdest whines. the two of you pull apart and he’s a mess above you, almost trembling. he’s a mess when you tell him to ditch the fishnet top he’s got on, when you tell him to free his cock from his boxers, when you tell him to line up the tip to your entrance, when you command him and praise him each time he obeys. he feels drunk, he’s so unbelievably aroused he might just cum the moment he puts the tip in.

you coax him through each movement like you’ve never been intimate before. slutty moans spill from his mouth every other second, he’s so overwhelmed- especially inside you. you’re soaked and each micro-movement has got him gritting his teeth as your wet warmth envelopes him. “ahh, pretty- fuck-ngh, hahh, ‘s good- you feel really good-ah,” he sings, voice crackling. you’re so wet there’s almost no friction for him to be held up by. his thrusts are unsteady but it’s the fact that he’s pulling out so far and shoving it back in with no resistance that’s killing you. a ring of white marks the base of his cock and he’s fucking into you at a slowly increasing pace, mouth agape and a constant flow of noise escaping him. “iruka- baby- fuck,” you cry, the assault on your insides picking up and catching you off guard. “fuck pretty boy, jus’ like that, so fucking good- so good inside me baby,” your voice hikes a couple pitches as you’re now getting fully pounded into with the help of his hands wrapping around your hips to pull you to his pelvis. warmth dribbles down your ass and your eyes roll at the vulgarity of it all- getting fucked so sloppy by your dog of a boyfriend. your hands search for something to grab at and you grip at his and whine out a “‘ruka baby,” to catch his attention. his eyes dart to you and he’s eager to give you what you need. you make grabby hands to indicate your neediness. you want him. iruka nods enthusiastically and shifts positions, hooking his hand underneath your knees and pushing them up out of the way so he can be closer chest-to-chest with you.

he’s focused on your blissed-out face and all he can think is how good he’s making you feel- he’s doing good, you told him so. he loves doing good. his eyes burn and he’s sniffling before he knows it- he feels too fucking good. a mix of a moan and a sob wracks his body and his head drops, his hair tickling your forehead now. you reach up to run your fingers through his hair and cup his face, forcing him to lock his eyes with yours. “iruka baby- god, don’t fuss pretty boy. fuckin’ me- so- good-“ you groan, voice unraveling at the end as he punctuates each of your words with a deep thrust. “m’ good.. m’ a good boy..” iruka chants, voice teetering on the edge. he switches his angle and releases one of your knees from the pin he had it in to sneak his hand down to your clit. “w’nna be good, w’nna make you cum..” iruka rumbles and you squeal at the pad making contact with your sensitive nub. “god- ‘ruka, so good-“ you mewl, starved for air as you’re quickly shoved towards your finish line. you hadn’t realized you were this close and you can barely get a word out before you’re reaching it. “g’nna cum ‘ruka, don’ stop baby, fuck- just like that, good boy-“ you chant and he quickly joins in. “cum for me, please, let me cum with you please, ‘m almost there.” he cries. with eyes locked and you gripping his face like he’s gonna slip away you quickly nod and beckon him to, “cum with me ‘ruka” and you’re both tensing around the other in seconds. irukas hips stutter before he buries all the way inside and your body goes taut as you curl into your climax. irukas so fucking loud in your ear, you didn’t think he could moan this loud. it’s not like you hold yourself back either, but seeing iruka so shameless and uninhibited makes you squeeze around him even harder.

by the time you regain the sense that was fucked out of you you realize irukas is back on your chest, arms dipped under your shoulders and holding you. your hand finds your way to his hair and you start to massage the top of his head. your other rests on his back, splayed out and rubbing up and down while you whisper praises to him. iruka whines and nuzzles closer in between your boobs, still fucked out.

the “embarrassment” never comes. when you get up to wash yourselves he sticks by your side and makes a sound of disapproval when he’s not skin to skin with you somehow for more than 5 seconds. when you’re settling back into bed he cuddles right back up to you and is unabashedly desperate for your warmth. “you’re cute.” “mm.” “super cute. i liked that a lot.” “mmmhn.” he nuzzles into your chest, radiating warmth into you. “…i did too. thank you.”

SHINO ABURAME ⸝⸝ spit, oral fixation

coaxing shino out of his shell took a bit, especially in your shared sex life. once he was out of it though, shino was a passionate lover. he could get a little lost in you, and a bit rough- but in the best way. he was just so eager and you felt too good. branching out from vanilla sex wasn’t discussed really, you had asked if he ever wanted to get rougher since that was usually the pace he fell into- fucking into you hard and getting a bit handsy, squeezing your boobs, nipping and sucking marks into your neck, chest and back. the ways in which you describe “rougher” aren’t so appealing to him though. he doesn’t want to hit you, doesn’t wanna hurt you. you don’t mind the rejections, they were just suggestions that you’d be down to try anyway. you’ve just always felt like there’s more behind that stoic face.

you were mid prep, instructed by shino to lay back against the headboard and play with yourself a bit while he undressed himself. you’re already easing a finger into yourself while you watch him take each article off. his forehead protector, his vest and undershirt, and his pants are all discarded into a pile. at the bottom is his signature hooded coat, hastily taken off earlier during the heated makeout session that had led you into the bedroom. one thing about shino was that he loved to kiss you. shino didn’t do pecks. if you were gonna kiss him, you had to make sure you gave him at least 5 minutes to get his fill of your mouth, and then that might turn into an hour with the boner he gets just from that.

shino turns back to you and the mattress dips on one side and then the other as he situates himself over top of you. slipping another finger in, you moan and he can’t help but take advantage of that pretty mouth. “keep going.” he instructs between light kisses before diving in and tonguing you down. you’re squirming underneath his assault, getting needier as he violates every inch of your mouth. after a few minutes of making out, you have an idea and use your other hand to push against his chest. spit chains the two of you together and you’re both panting and flushed. you wince a bit as you take your fingers out of yourself, needing a bit more lube as your body hasn’t caught up to your brain just yet. your fingers are still glistening otherwise and you lift them to your tongue, taking them both into your mouth and beginning to suck them clean. shino audibly moans at the action, goading you on while you spit and fuck them in and out of your mouth like a cock. at one point you go deep. deep enough to elicit the prettiest gargle around them and make you tear up at the intrusion in your throat- and shino is redder than ever. “fuck, so pretty.” the praise goes straight to your cunt and you hump up into nothing. shino is a man of few words but makes them count with you. shino lifts his right hand and spits in it before it makes its way to replace the empty space your cunt is crying out for to be filled and you squeal as he rubs circles into your sensitive nub. your fingers slip from your mouth and a trail of spit breaks off, leaking down your face and making a mess of you. shino hasn’t looked away from your mouth once, beginning the process of stretching your hole out around his one finger that’s going deeper and stretching you harder than your own two like his arm has a mind of its own. shino catches your open mouth and lolling tongue in a sloppy kiss, his saliva flooding into you like he’s starving and you are the one he’s going to devour. it’s so messy and you’re granted no break, eyes rolling back while he’s fingerfucking you open, thumbing your clit, and suffocating you with his tongue all at once.

by the time he’s seemingly had his fill mouthfucking you you’re plenty stretched, whining and bucking into nothing when he retracts his hand from your parts. “shino- please, wan’ you.” you pout and whine, squirming and kneading at whatever you can get your hands on. his bicep, his chest, his torso, his back. you don’t even realize the hand that was just making work of your insides is in front of your face until a command echoes above you. “clean them.” he says. your mouth opens and he leans further forward to insert them. you take them eagerly, moaning and slobbering as you taste yourself around his slender, smooth digits. shino audibly groans at the little show you’re putting on and starts moving them, fucking them into your throat like he just was in your other hole. you gurgle and gag around them, resigning yourself and letting him play with you this way. one particularly hard gag has him retracting them and praising you for how well you cleaned him up. funny, since now you’re a fucked out drooly mess. shino kisses your pretty tears away while you sniffle and catch your breath. some might view his treatment as a bit mean, but you’ve never felt more cared for under someone else’s watch. he is just wholly obsessed with you.

shino hums and leans back on his knees to get to work on his boxers. “turn around.” shino commands, and you’re on your chest with your ass up in a beat. shino loves this position. you pale in comparison to his height so he can easily pull you into a hug from behind and look down at your pretty face while you take him. as he lines up the tip with your entrance you brace for the intrusion. even with how stretched and wet you are, things can’t escalate so much just yet. shino is… big. even when he’s fully hard his cock fights gravity to stand up all the way. this position makes it easier to take him too. you hear him spit from behind and you tremble, finding it kind of too hot. the tip presses flush against your entrance and he leans forward, letting his cock enter as much as it can without moving his hips forward. this way you can both notice when the resistance starts and go from there. you take about half before he groans at the tightness and you whine at the sting. one arm is propped to hold himself up and the other is hooked around to the front of you and pulling you into his chest. his hand finds one of your breasts and he groans when he starts to knead at it. he loves these too. really, he loves each part of you (and is sure to remind you, especially when you can feel his cock throb as he gropes at you.)

the two of you settle into a steady rhythm and you’re sinking further and further into the pillow and duvet you’re fucking on top of. you’re fully relaxed taking him, his hands caressing and massaging each part of you only making it easier. your knees are close to giving out before you scoops you up, his right arm filling the pass between your breasts and a hand coming up to hold your jaw. you’re flush to his chest in an instant as he fucks up into you. you feel pathetic under his eyes in this newly compromising position. his other wraps around your tummy and he’s fully supporting you, taking on the burden your poor little body couldn’t handle. the ever-observant shino. your hands grasp for something to hold, first groping at your own breasts and then grabbing at the arm holding your chest up before shino cuts you off with something akin to a growl and he’s maneuvering his left arm, the one wrapped around your waist to restrain your two hands together and bring them to your hips as they resume their previous position. you’re helpless, and the two of you love it this way. you’re getting fully fucked wide now, warmth seeping down the inside of your thighs as he makes a mess of you. your jaw is slack and shino takes the opportunity to turn your head to the side slightly to slip his index inside your mouth and tug your cheek, exposing the blush inside with strings of saliva connecting the roof and floor. shino shudders and you catch a glimpse of his dark, murky eyes filled with something you can only compare to the look of a predator who’s finally caught its prey. you look so slutty. eyes glossed and hooded, mouth agape and a mess, strands of hair stuck to your forehead. shino catches you in a kiss once more, though short-lived to your surprise. you’re caught leaning forward into it and he breaks it, fingers slotted along your jawline and he’s steady for a moment. his lips purse and out comes a glob of spit, dripping from the apex of his tongue that flops from his own mouth. you’re desperate, embarrassingly so, and you strain upwards to catch it on your tongue before shino devours you once more. like a fish to bait. the both of you moan into the other, the depravity of your actions hitting you two like a high.

when you part you both sound like you’ve both been underwater for too long, a harmony of gasps, moans, and whines fills the air as shino fucks into you faster. your head lolls against his shoulder, clearly spent. everything’s a blur, you don’t even realize the shift your body is undergoing until the plush of the pillow is against your cheek again. your wrists are released and limply fall against the bed and shino adjusts his arms to focus on holding your ass up for him. he’s growling at this point, the two of you sticky with each other and all you can do is whine his name over and over again. it’s music to his ears, and it sounds even better when he slots a finger in your mouth. he doesn’t push it, he doesn’t move it, and you do nothing with it either, but the sound of slurred “‘inoo.. pleathe… hahh-, ngh… grk ahh.. ‘iiinooo..!” coming from you has got him falling apart “fuck- m’ close.. need you to cum, lovebug.” he falters. his right-hand shifts, focusing the weight on his arm to just his hand as he holds it right over where he’s hitting you inside. he snaps his hips downwards, abusing the bundle of nerves he finds till the feeling catches up to you and you sob. it doesn’t take much for that coil in your tummy to quickly build- you tremble but shino holds you steady like always. you are putting no effort into supporting yourself, all of it is focused on just keeping yourself awake. “‘thinooo… ‘ino-! hahh, n’ gonna cum ‘inoo-“ you panic with how fast your climax builds and hits you, your vision goes black as it wracks you in waves. shino is quick to follow, pumping you full as the thud of his balls hit your clit once- twice- three times as he finishes.

by the time you rouse from your sleep the warmth seeping between your legs is gone and your cheeks and chin are wiped clean. shino is at the edge of the bed slipping a shirt on before he turns with one in hand for you, halting when he realizes you’re up. it hadn’t been long. maybe 8 minutes- tops. sex is written across your body and face. the flush across your cheeks and nose and hair strewn and stuck to your skin, lips practically bruised they’re so pink.

“good morning, lovebug.” shino sighs, immediately making his way toward you from across the bed. all you can do is smile and croak out a “‘morninggg.” shino hides a laugh and you limply swat his chest. “‘s your fault.” you rasp, throat spent from the assault from earlier in the night. “i’m sorry pretty, you’re right. let me take care of you.” he dotes, moving the hair stuck to your forehead out of your face and trailing it down your chin. for a moment his thumb taps against your lips and trails down, catching the bottom one. like he’s admiring his work. you flush deeper and then quickly turn your head. “no. you devil.” you spit and he laughs, murmuring another apology between kisses on your neck as the two of you giggle. “it was good?” he asked after a small silence. “mhm. liked it a lot.” “good. me too.”

KAKASHI HATAKE ⸝⸝ dumbification

kakashi got on your nerves. you’ll be honest. the sex is fine- it’s good- okay, it’s really good. but for some reason, kakashi always doesn’t put much effort. he’s naturally good at it, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t try a little harder- maybe? maybe you’re just desperate. kakashi is obsessed with you, wholly. his associates tell you nothing otherwise. it’s always “kakashi kept bringing you up,” or “kakashi wouldn’t stop complaining about wanting to get back to you,” from them. you’re on his mind constantly from how they describe him, but why doesn’t he act like that to you?

in the beginning, you loved riding him, but now it’s all he requests. is he really just… lazy? you wonder. you wanna feel desired, you wanna feel… sexy. you two had only been together a year and some change, but had he fallen out of interest with you already? you recall a conversation with gai. mentions of kakashi past, the loss he’s endured. gai’s convinced that kakashi acts cool with you because he’s just as scared as you are. the two of you departed with the advice of, “be upfront with him! the two of you are still young and things are only just now blooming!”

a pit is in your stomach the entire night. you pray that your stupid plan doesn’t end up fucking you over. you knew kakashi would be home late tonight, but not this late. you were gonna coax him by flashing the fact that you were pantieless at him once he got home, but you’re splayed in bed waiting for any creak, woosh, or hinge noise to signal the fact that he’s home- and nothing comes. sleep tempts you but the wetness between your thighs overpowers it and you just can’t help but reach your hand down there. images of kakashi flash in your mind- kakashi doing things other than let you ride him while he grips your hips and whispers you dirty praises. you want him to fuck you. like, really fuck you. your brain is foggy with sleep and arousal and all you can think about is getting fucked this way, fucked until you have no semblance of composure anymore.

you’re inserting the second finger and muffling your own sounds with a pillow when you feel the mattress dip next to you. kakashis already stripped down to his sleeveless turtleneck, getting ready to take that off too when you rip your head out of the pillow and yelp. he doesn’t look at you. his back is facing towards you and you’re left petrified. kakashi lazily looks back at you with a smirk on his face. “watcha doin, pretty lady?”

kakashi hums and scooches his way next to you. you can’t get a word out- you’re trying to force something out but it’s just not working. “ahhh? you gonna tell me?” that fucking smile. he’s so annoying- how does he make you feel so good? “m’ touchin’,” you mumble. “missed you.” you admit, hopefully egging him on. “yeahhh girlie? thinkin’ about me?” he’s getting closer, lying right next to you. you nod and sink back down into the bed, laying flat and looking up at him from the pillow. “mhm.” you nod pathetically.

“what’s my girl wanna do? you wanna keep going for me? want my help, sweetheart?” kakashis hand finally meets you and you whine at the fingers combing through your hair and dragging along your back. “kakashi.” “yeah?” “i want you to fuck me.” he laughed. “i can do that.” “no, kakashi,” you grab the hand that’s leaving you and look up at him, now laying on your side completely naked in front of him, “i want you to fuck me. like take it all out on me. wan’ you to fuck me dumb,” you admitted. he's still for a moment and you scan his face for anything. a few seconds pass and his eyes narrow as his cheeks rise. you don't even need the mask off to see that stupid smile.

you’re bent over and your face is back in the pillow and the room is echoing with the lewdest sounds. kakashi’s got you cumming around his mouth once, slurping you relentlessly. he’s gripping your hips like you’re trying to run from him, keeping you in place while you squirm from the overstimulation. you’re weakly kicking and the flat of his tongue goes from your clit to your asshole a couple times, cleaning you up before he drops the hips he’s been holding up with a thud. you hadn’t even realized he’s been holding all your weight until you were lying flat and trembling before him. “that feel good, pretty girl?” kakashi's voice is gentle, so gentle it’s malicious. he maneuvers your limp body like it’s nothing, straightening your legs out and straddling your thighs from behind. all you can is weakly whine and moan, hazy from his overstimulation. “nngh.. mhmmm” you slurp. you’re drooling. kakashi laughs and leans over- cock rubbing against your ass while he’s got your jaw in a grip, forcing you to look up. “look at you baby, makin’ a mess.” he tuts, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. his dick is slotted between your asscheeks and you wiggle a bit while he kisses you, eliciting a deep groan into your mouth. “gotta watch yourself, pretty lady.” he’s warning you. “told you- wan’ you to fuck me stupid. i neeeeed it.” you whine, helplessly wiggling your legs. he’s gentle, so gentle. he caresses your pretty face and gives you a couple light paps on the cheek. your brain lights up at the mean stimulation. “i got you, sweet girl. i’ll give you just what you want, yeah?” it’s condescending, the way he’s speaking to you- and you eat it up, nodding enthusiastically.

he’s hitting you, so fucking deep- drilling his hips right into the bundle of nerves seated against the front of your pussy. your legs are slightly spread and bent so your toes graze his back every so often. warmth floods beneath you, “so wet f’r me, pretty lady.” he grunts out, leaving his mouth agape so you can hear the air leave his lungs with each thrust. “go-o-o-dd uhh, ka-ka-shiii.” you’re loud, vocalizing each time you feel him hit you, again and again. “hah, ‘s good baby? this is what you wanted right?” he groans each time he buries himself in you, so wet it’s getting all over him. strings of you connecting your ass and his pelvis each time he pulls out before sweetly shoving it back in and forcing a mewl out of you. “nghhh… m-hmmm..” you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. fingers knot in your hair and he lifts you up ever so slightly, his other hand leaving crescent-shaped marks on your ass that sting each time he swats you. “hah- mmm, don’t think you’re there just yet pretty lady, do you think so?” his head dips to yours, voice low- dripping like syrup from his sly little smile. “ngh- i- i- ahhh, ‘dun-nooo..” you wither beneath him and he drops your head and runs your hand down the nape of your neck. “yeah, not when you’re babbling like that baby. i’ll make you real dumb.” he taunts you. both hands grip your hips and push you down, ass arching up farther as he hits you deeper than before.

your head is fuzzy. you’re offered no recovery time as you clench around his cock repeatedly, practically getting forced to stay in your high. you weakly fight beneath him until he stills his cock inside you with a groan. “quit moving, lady.” he punctuates his command with another spank. a string of moans leave his mouth as his cock throbs inside you, edging himself while buried inside. one move and he just might spill. weak whimpers come from you and you’re finally allowed to catch your breath after your forcefully extended orgasm. kakashi pulls out of you swiftly and rolls you over, looking up and down your body with darkness in his eyes. he can’t stop smiling at you, not once has it slipped from his face throughout it all. you’re attacked by his hands, they feel like they’re all over you. time passes differently- is passing? you’re not sure was past or present. he’s slid back inside but holds steady while he plays with your pretty little self. your boobs, your waist, your hips, your thighs, then your pretty little face. he’s inches away from it and has got your chin in a grip, forcing you to look up at him. “my pretty lady in there?” he caresses you, eyes scanning for any hint that you’ve heard him. a ‘nnh’ comes from you, but nothing more. your eyebrows knit and you make the prettiest most pathetic expression up at him. “feeling good?” “mhm,” “you all done?” a frantic dismissal comes from you. your head lolls from side to side lazily, and he takes that as permission to start fucking into you again. you can handle this. you can take him. you makes sure to tell you, filthy words flooding your already fried senses.

tender words of praise spill from his mouth to keep you grounded with him. “doin so good lady. jus’ like that, you gottt it.“ your body is limp and your jaw is loose while you babble precious high-pitched ‘thank you’s’

“ah- haha, feel so fucking good, pretty girl. do you feel good?” he talks down to you. he won’t stop fucking laughing. you gurgle a response and he’s littering your face with kisses. “yea- that’s what i thought baby- fuck.” he’s so mean.

tears prick at the outside of your eyes and you whine, quickly being thumbed away as he caresses you. “you’re okay pretty girl- i know” his demeaning tone goes straight to your clit, increasingly sensitive as his shaft ever so slightly rubs against it each time he thrusts into you. his head drops a bit, “m close, pretty lady. hohh- fuuuckkkk.” he falters, hips stuttering as his climax approaches quickly. you barely hint that you’re about to hit your third until it’s crashing over you and you’re twitching beneath him. your body goes taught and your brain blurs with the breath you’re holding and kakashi lightly paps your face a bit, forcing you to look at him. “breathe pretty girl, you got it.” you tremble and a sob wracks your body as your lungs fill back up. “yeahhh, there’s my girl. good job, honey.” he trembles, “hohh, fuck.. so fucking good.” hot cum shoots out onto your tummy and kakashi is stroking the last few pumps out over the top of you and you whimper at the warmth.

you just want to pull him into you to cuddle, whining at his (very understandable) protests against it. you need to pee, he needs to clean you off, he needs to clean himself off. he also doesn’t feel it’s right to just let you pass out immediately afterward so with some genuine convincing and sweet talking you’re sat in a warm bath, wrapped around him while he holds you up. “you alright, pretty lady?” “mhm.” “c’mon, lemme hear it. wanna hear you tell me yourself.” he nudged his head against yours.

“feel good. feel really good.” “hah, yeah? that’s good baby. you did really good.” “mm. you feel good?” “‘course I do. you got me good me, girlie.”

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