#rip my gorgeous little screamer

[sevdrag]

WHAT A FUCKING GUY HE WAS EVERYBODY

[elysianightsss]

Mouth watering sundress

Summary: John gives you a ride home from work, and his phone number…

It was the car ride from hell.

John drove with one hand on the steering wheel and one on the clutch, his truck smelled just like him. Oak wood, cigars and spiced oranges. It had a musky undertone that made you shift in your seat, thighs clenching uncomfortably. The Chevy he drove somehow didn’t surprise you and the country music quietly playing from the radio didn’t surprise you either. 

His plaid button up shirt and loose blue jeans had you staring. You could see where the muscles were too big for his shirt when he changed gears it looked like it was going to rip. You wondered what it would feel like to have those muscular arms wrapped around your body.

You played with the hem of your floral sundress, tracing the little flowers while you scolded yourself for thinking such things about your gorgeous neighbour. 

“How was work?” John asked with gentle curiosity, his big hand moving the clutch to change gear.

“It was okay.” You shrugged glancing out of the window only to look back at him and see a frown on his face.

“Just okay?” His eyebrows rose as he watched little old Doris pull out in front of him in her mini with no indication whatsoever.

“Yeah. I mean my job consists of listening to people complain on the phone and trying to fix their issues. It was pretty boring, only gets good when you get the screamers.” You laugh, watching the forest trees pass by as he drives.

“Screamers?” He asks, a small laugh coming out himself, though you picked up the concern dithering there. Tricks of the trade.

“People who start shouting or screaming down the phone as soon as you answer. Mostly cause they haven’t got they wanted from the company yet.” You explain, saying it so casually.

“That doesn’t sound too fun.”

“Maybe not fun but definitely an interesting change. Gives me something to think about on the weekends too. Maybe if I should have responded differently. How can I better my answers for next time it happens.” Your brows furrow slightly realising how pathetic you just sounded.

“No friends to make your weekends interesting?”he cleared his throat hoping he wasn’t too obvious here, “or boyfriend.” He glanced quickly at you out of the corner of his eyes to catch you cracking a small smile making one grow on his face too. So infectious.

“Some friends but they work on the weekends. And I don’t have a boyfriend.” That had John shifting into the wrong gear the car making a loud scraping noise, he scrambled to quickly rectify the situation before the car stalled.

“Fiance? Husband?” He grimaced saying it, if felt like a dirty word on his tongue, leaving a bitter after taste that quickly disappeared when he spotted no ring on your finger.

“Nope. Completely and pathetically single.” You sighed, not dramatic, but simply a deep breath that showed how tired you were from everything. And boy you were tired. Exhausted from the emotional stress of life.

“Oh?” His interest clear, just as much as his curiosity was.

“Every time I like a guy or even think about entering into a relationship, it always fucks up in a monumental way and I always end up hurt. Every single time.” You let out another tired sigh. It was hard to be single when both your friends had partners, always the third wheel. It made you really hate life at the moment. Though you suppose you’d been in worse positions than in a Chevy with your large, handsome neighbour.

You pulled up to a traffic light, John pulling up the hand break before turning to look at you with a deep seriousness gleaming not only in his eyes but on his face, his body language, his entire demeanour had become the embodiment of seriousness.

“I would never hurt you. Ever.” He was so earnest. It made your heart ache, yearn for the kind of man you’d always wanted but never had. Always boys, never men.

The light turned green just as you let out a shaky breath, fingers lacing together in your lap picking at your nails in nervousness. Heat rising on your cheeks when his hand reached over to lay itself on top of yours for a few moments before pulling your hands apart, “Don’t do that. You’ll ruin those pretty hands.” He lets go just as he looks deep into your eyes, “and we can’t have that can we.”

You didn’t know what to say, the glint in his eyes, the way he tipped his head to the side a bit. Fuck, he looked wonderful. You steeled yourself and consumed every bit of self confidence you had, “You think my hands are pretty?” You stared at him, blinking a few times, definitely not fluttering your lashes. Your eyes flickered to where his jaw seemed to clench tightly for a few moments.

The intensity was building as he leaned in closer to you, it had a burning feeling building in your stomach, a fluttering you’d never experienced before the longer he stared into your eyes

Before he could even open his mouth in reply the beeping of horns from the cars behind started going off. You cleared your throat turning to face the front of the car, “The lights green John.”

“Mhm.” It’s short. Sweet. And so fucking sexy. His voice gravely and low, rumbling in his chest as he hums. Prolonging his gaze upon you just a few more moments before he turns back to the steering wheel and begins driving off.

You quietly let out a breath you hadn’t realised had built up, it did nothing however to ease the fluttering in your stomach. Only seemed to make the nausea worsen. You made a point of not picking at your nails, instead you lay your hands over your thighs, the feeling of your skin and the material of your sundress distracting you enough to not see smirk that graced John’s lips.

John lips, those luscious kissable lips that seemed almost hidden away by the full beard that had grown around his mouth. Like some forbidden fruit hidden just enough in the garden of Eden. He seemed like some forbidden fruit.

He stopped the car just outside your house, getting out to open the car door for you to get out. “Thank you for the ride home.”

“Anytime sweetheart.” He gazed down at you, his height even more daunting now that he was standing. His whole being was just large. That was the best way to describe him.

-

Honestly, you thought about him for the rest of the evening and all night. You thought about his muscles, the way they stretched the fabric of his shirt over the skin. The way his hands seemed to dwarf everything, you wondered how big they would look holding yours. You thought about the way he smirked after calling your hands pretty. You thought about the way his blue eyes glistened when he gave you his phone number.

It was all you thought about. All that was on your mind with no way to get rid of it, no sign that the brazen thoughts would ever leave you. It was like your own personal brand of torture.

Even when you finally managed to drift off, you dreamed of him. Dreamed that he would touch you the way you wanted him to. That he would kiss you desperately, achingly. You were hungry to be touched by him, so hungry that even the very thought of tasting him made you feel nauseous. It had been so long since anything had touched you, that your body had grown accustom to the emptiness that gnawed at you day in, day out.

But maybe it was just what you needed, to push past the sickness. To hold on tight to the warmth that wanted to cover you, that wanted to wrap itself around you. But you couldn’t help but push it away, say no in cruel anticipation of the inevitable. Love is a tender kiss for most people. For you she saves her sharpest axe.

Waking up was humbling, how groggy and unhinged you felt after a night of thinking and dreaming of John. Rolling over in bed you unplugged your phone and began to scroll through your notifications. Your heart jumping in your chest at the sight of a new text; from John.

John: Hey pretty girl. 7:36am. read.

Holy shit, he’d text you this morning. Was it when he first woke up? He was he thinking about you all night too? This man is something else.

John: No reply already? I thought I would’ve had to say something stupid first before you ignored me sweetheart. ;) 9:41am. read.

You: Sorry, got distracted. How’d you sleep? 9:42am. read.

John: Like a log. You? 9:42am. read.

You: Could use a couple more hours honestly. 9:43am. read.

John: What do you have planned today sweetheart? 9:45am. read.

What did you have planned today? Rolling around in bed thinking about a well built beast with thick mutton chops. So enthralled with the simple idea of John.

Fuck you’d never met a man so….well manly. His big muscles and his thick musky scent that screamed masculine in the most primal way possible. In every circumstance, in every part of the world and every century, he would be the ideal mate. To protect and provide-

The ringing makes you jump, the phone vibrating in your hand as you see the unfamiliar number only just added to your phone. You breathe in sharply for a moment, blowing out shakily, hands beginning to sweat. And it’s not even him in person, it’s just a phone call.

“It’s just a phone call. You can press the end button at any time.” You tell yourself, reassuring yourself before sliding your thumb along the screen, the answer swipe turning green. You put the cold screen to your ear. “John?”

“I got impatient.” His voice sounded so low and deep, must be that its first thing in the morning.

“Sorry. Got lost in my thoughts.” You mumble picking at the sheets surrounding you.

“Anything you wanna share? Or is it too soon to be prying into that pretty head of yours.”

“God you’re forward.” You breathe out a little laugh, a hot feeling fluttering in your stomach.

He laughed, heartily. “I’m just wired that way love.”

“I’m not sure if I like it.”

“Oh?” John voice was light and soft, if you were really leaning into it you’d notice the tinge of disappointment in the sound.

“It’s catching me off guard. I like to keep my cards close to my chest.” You swirled your finger along the pattern of the crocheted pillow in front of you.

“I’d happily let you play me.”

“John.” You breathe out another laugh, your heart skipping a beat.

“Like that,” he huffed low and wild, “like when you say my name. Sounds so nice coming from you.”

“It does?”

“Well with a pretty voice like that, I’m sure you can make anything sound nice.” He chuckled. And fuck you had to mute with how you giggled, kicking your feet with giddiness.

“So you want to go for lunch?” The rumbly bearish throaty sexy voice melted your knees until they felt like jelly.

“Again with the forwardness.” Your flushed cheeks hurt, couldn’t wipe the grin off your face, and he could hear it.

“I’m a man who knows what he wants and goes for it.” John answered without so much as a thought, the answer coming so naturally.

“I’ll consider it.” You pressed the red button and jumped in the shower, cold and brisk. It was the only way to bring your burning body temperature down.

John was unlike anybody you’d ever met, definitely better than an of your exs and you hadn’t even gotten to the deep stuff yet.

You wrapped a towel around your body and began to dry your hair with your other towel when you noticed your phone light up, a nervous grin tugging at your lips as you picked up the device and read the text.

John: Considered it yet? 10:02. read.

You shook your head, teeth biting into your smile. He was so unashamed and so bold. It made you question yourself, made you want more than you had once had. Made you want him.

You: I’d love to have lunch with you. 10:04am. read.

John: I’ll pick you up in an hour, wear that mouth watering sundress again ;) 10:04am. delivered.

Mouth watering sundress? Fuck, no one had ever said that to you before. Hell no one had ever offered so many compliments in one conversation before. He was truly a man of different breed. You giggled again falling into your bed and kicking your feet in the air, he was such a flirt. You loved it.

[thenamesblurrito]

How did you draft SNAP? I've just gotten to the drafting stage of my comic with my brother but idk if theres some certain way to do it.

it’s taken a bit for me to organize my thoughts on this but I have an answer now, and you might not like it: there IS no some certain way to do it! I’ve been working with comics (and poking into the professional field, too O.O) for a few years now, so I do have some general advice for you-

read comics. really. can’t make a comic if you don’t know what a comic is, and since comics are a very specific medium of sequential visual storytelling, all the elements that make it a comic aren’t easily learned through other mediums. page layout, art style communicating tone, character design, story beats, etc. Scott McCloud has some wonderful books on comics, the Hellboy series is genuinely masterful, and honestly you could reread IDW and call it research. i go back and study my favorite webcomics to try and absorb their excellence: TPOH by @modmad is stunning, @avasdemon is gorgeous, and there’s endless more to browse over at @webcomiclibrary

know your story. this is covered by a Whole Heckin Lot of different places, resources, and writers, so I’ll encourage you to go look at comprehensive help if you need plot assistance. keep in mind that everyone drafts differently! you might need everything plotted out, or you could fly by the seat of your pants. physical writing, digital notetaking, verbal processing, all of it is fine as long as it works for you

THUMBNAIL for goodness sake thumbnail before you dedicate to a page. in fact, make practice versions of everything important. mess with character designs until you’re Absolutely Sure you will be alright with drawing them a bajillion times over and over. but specifically, thumbnails are tiny, rough page layouts. tiny so that you don’t get into any details and you can see how easily the page reads even when small, and rough so you aren’t committing and can keep fiddling. even with pages you’ve had in your head forever, a quick simple thumbnail can help smooth the transition from head to page

there’s other, post-drafting things to consider, like formatting and file size and update schedule and getting it out there, but that’s a whole seminar and I’d like to keep this relatively simple

for me, drafting SNAP was an adventure in taking the puzzle pieces my brain seemed to automatically generate (thank you, MADD) and fitting them together in something resembling order. almost all of the plot and twists presented themselves to me with very little work! arranging them however was a hassle. my episode-by-episode breakdown is uh. a mess. because my drafting process is a stream of consciousness solid block of text. here:

01- Welcome to the Academy! An Upgrade to Primes Orion oh no im late trope, monologue about situation, bumps into megs at front gate as creators are saying goodbye, drags orion inside as excuse to ditch them, cut to trine being weirdos at landing pad, screamers making plans to be awesome but whomp whos that chick its windblade and she can fly in root mode, grr immediate one sided rivalry [... this goes on for awhile]

no punctuation, no capitalization, just wordvomit. not every episode has such specific notes, some just say a general plot hook and some character reactions! this first episode however was daydreamed out until I had a pretty solid series of events

I’m early in thumbnailing right now. wish I was further along, actually I wish I simply had SNAP finished so I could read it myself *sob* BUT. it’s chugging along. my thumbnailing setup is a simple grid I scribble over with new layers for every six pages:

last one is blank because I’m in the habit of arranging pages by side-by-side pairs for printing, since that’s been the usual consideration for the comics I worked on before. you can see how messy these are! and they’re by no means final, either, I think I’m going to have to cut down on some pages once I finish thumbnailing this episode. one thing I have kept in mind for SNAP specifically is anime tropes that I can rip off, hence that fifth page being mostly taken up by Orion running to school with toast in his mouth lol

anyway this got long and I am hardly an expert, still workin on my own comic, but I hope this helps! anyone with more resources, tips and tricks, or advice feel free to chime in too, I’m hardly the entirety of comic knowledge

[ghostofviperwrites]

Hotel Surprise

Requested by @lclb13

Pairing:  Sanada/FC/Evil

Category:   Smut

Word Count: 1922

Warnings: threesome, light choking, gagging

63. “We both know that you want it, so stop complaining.”

64. “I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

In the months you had worked for LIJ you had seen many things.  You had sidestepped more propositions than you cared to count.  At some point the guys had seemingly realized you weren’t going to drop your panties for them and moved on.   You had learned to deal with Naito’s casual nudity.   If you hadn’t seen it for yourself you may doubt the man actually owned any clothing given how many times you had walked in on him butt naked.   You had learned not to give him the satisfaction of a response, keeping your face impassive even though internally you were screaming like a hussy. Because Tetsuya Naito naked was a sight to see.  You had managed to keep the obsession you had with Bushi and his bulge under wraps.   Sneaking furtive glances as you imagined just how big his package must be when every pair of pants he owned seemed to outline it prominently.   Hiromu had you wrapped around his little finger and he knew it.  You just couldn’t tell the charming man no and he worked that to his full advantage.  The only place you had any restraint was in rebuffing his propositions.     You admired from a distance, but you didn’t actively lust after them.  Not like the other two.  And what you had just walked in on didn’t help your situation. 

Quietly opening the door to Sanada’s hotel room the last thing you expected to find was three people in his bed.   You were used to escorting women out.  It was a part of your job description.  Get the girl up and out and then wake up the LIJ member.   You didn’t have a lot of practice with Evil or Sanada.  They rarely brought anyone back to their hotel rooms and if they did they had no problem kicking them out as soon as they were finished.   That wasn’t the case this morning.  Instead you were treated to a naked Evil sprawled facedown halfway across the bed, his hand resting on a pert ass connected to a nude female who was draped across an equally naked Sanada, her head on his stomach, hair draped over his groin hiding his cock from view.   Not that you were trying to look.   Of course if you happened to get a good look as you were extricating their guest you really couldn’t be blamed for that could you? 

You stepped further into the room eyes trailing over Evil’s form once again before stopping at the edge of the bed as you tried to figure out how this was going to work.  Luckily you were saved from having to wonder if she was a screamer as her eyes slowly opened, blinking as she looked around the room in confusion.

“Come on sweetheart, it’s time for you to go,” You said softly reaching out a hand to guide her as she crawled off the edge of the bed.  You helped her find her clothes, all the while sneaking peaks at the specimens on the bed, getting a very good look at what was between Sanada’s legs now that there was no obstruction.   You froze as Evil grunted rolling over onto his back, his hand falling on his stomach.  You only tore your eyes away as she came into your line of sight regaining your attention.  She looked like the two of them had definitely put her through the wringer.   The strap of her dress was torn and hanging pitifully down her arm.  Makeup was smeared down her face and her hair was a rat’s nest that looked like it had been yanked in every direction.   They had not taken any care with her that was for sure.  You told yourself it was pity and not envy burning in your gut as you guided her towards the door.

“You don’t think I’m a whore do you?”  She asked quietly.  “Cause I’m not.  I’ve never gone home with two guys before.  I just couldn’t resist.” 

“No, I don’t think you’re a whore.”  You reassured her.  “Look at them.  Two gorgeous, sexy, virile men.  Who could resist?”   Closing the hotel door behind her you turned back to the bed only to find yourself staring into the unamused expression of Evil.  A still completely nude Evil you may add.  Fixing your eyes on the wall above the headboard you apologized.

“I’m sorry, I was just escorting your…” You cleared your throat nervously. “Guest, from the room.”  

“So I heard.” Evil said.   “I heard a lot of things.”   You blushed studiously staring at a dot on the wall hoping he would just let it go and you could run like hell out of here.  “A lot of things that make me think you’re a fucking liar.” 

“Who’s a fucking liar?”  Sanada groaned his body arching off the bed as he stretched and there was no way your eyes were not drawn to that, staring until you heard the clearing of a throat reminding you that Evil was watching your every move.  Once again you flushed, looking at the ceiling and biting your lip as your heart raced. 

‘Her.”  Evil said.  Opening his eyes Sanada squinted seeing you there for the first time. 

“I already knew that.”  Sanada said.  “Where’d what’s her face go?  I want my dick sucked.”  He looked around the room, glaring at you when he found no trace of her.

“She kicked her out.”  Evil said helpfully with smirk.  “I think she was jealous.” 

“I was not jealous!”  You snapped.  “My job is to get rid of your little playthings before you wake up.  I was just doing my job.” 

“We’ve never told you to do that” Sanada said, Evil nodding in agreement.   You went to argue but you realized that technically that was correct.  The other three had their instructions, but Evil and Sanada had never implicitly said to get rid of their conquests. They were quite efficient at that themselves. 

You decided it was past time to go.   They were up.  Your duty was done. 

“I’ve got things to do.  I don’t have all day to stand here and argue with the two of you.”  You turned to leave and got as far as you hand on the door handle when Evil’s command stopped you in your tracks. 

“I don’t remember dismissing you.” He said sharply.  “You don’t get to just walk out on us.” 

“Excuse me?” You said turning around with fire in your eyes ready to lay into him, though you were immediately cursing yourself for forgetting they were still naked, lying in that damn bed and looking more tempting than any men had a right to. 

“We weren’t done with you yet.”  Evil responded dragging you from your gaping.  “I believe Sanada wanted his dick sucked, and I wouldn’t mind getting my dick wet either.” 

“And that’s my problem how?” You sneered, arms folding across your chest as you struggled to keep your eyes on Evil’s face.  

“You did chase off the one who was going to do it for us,” Sanada spoke up.  “I think it only fair you resolve the situation yourself.” 

“You are out of your goddamn minds.” You said flatly while trying to ignore that inner voice that was begging you to capitulate.   “I think I’ve made it quite clear I have no interest in any of you boys.” 

“So you’ve said.  Except you’re a liar.”  Evil rebutted.  “I heard quite clearly what you said to that girl.  Pretending you don’t want us isn’t going to fly anymore.” 

“We both know that you want it, so stop complaining and get your ass in this bed.”  Sanada snapped his patience reaching its end.  Throwing common sense and caution to the wind you gave in, stripping out of your clothes and crawling in between them.   Too late to back out know you pushed that inner voice screaming this was a horrible idea to the back of your mind.  Immediately they were on you, Sanada pulling you to his mouth pressing his tongue past your lips as Evil pressed himself to your back his hot mouth landing on your neck and kissing the sensitive flesh.  Evil’s hands cupped your breasts, fingers plucking at your nipples making you moan into Sanada’s mouth.  

Reaching between your legs Sanada’s fingers found your heat, stroking over your folds until they were a slick mess under his movements.  Tearing from the kiss, Sanada guided you with a firm hand on the back of the head down to his cock as Evil shifted behind you to pull you up onto your knees.   Your gasp of surprise was muffled around Sanada’s cock as Evil shoved into you with a hard thrust his hips slapping against your ass.  Evil rested one hand on your hip and reached the other around to rub along your slit making you hum against Sanada’s dick as he continued moving bobbing you on his length.  

A particularly brutal series of thrusts had your eyes watering making you pull yourself free from Sanada’s grip to complain.

“To hard.” You gasped as Sanada grunted in disapproval and pulled you right back onto his dick.

“Shut up.”  Evil retorted.  “I’ll fuck you as hard as I want. I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”  He snapped his hips and roughly pinched your clit making you whimper and shudder around his cock at the same time.   Flattening his hand Evil smacked your pussy with his palm while Sanada’s hand knotted in your hair ripping at your scalp.   Sanada kept you firmly on his dick as he maneuvered up onto his knees beginning to thrust down your throat as Evil slammed you forward with every move behind you.   Any semblance of control you had was lost as the two men expertly manhandled you, settling into an easy rhythm that spoke of their experience.  

Another stinging slap was delivered to your pussy, once again your cry muffled around Sanada until you choked as he pressed hard into the back of your throat, his hands lacing together behind your head as he held you in place against your struggles.   Both of Evil’s hands gripped onto your waist, pulling you back against his cock as he slammed forward hitting you deeply inside.  Finally Sanada pulled you clear allowing you to gulp in air as Evil continued to ram into your pussy.  

“Get ready to swallow.”  Sanada directed pushing you back onto his cock.  You sucked around him as he stroked himself with your mouth his hips stuttering as his orgasm approached.  Your eyes were on his face watching as his eyes drifted closed and he froze in your mouth, his cock jerking as cum coated your tongue. 

Pushing you off him Sanada rose from the bed and headed straight for the shower leaving you with Evil.  His hand moved to the back of your neck, pressing your face down into the mattress as he continued pounding into you.  You moaned loudly as he hit hard inside you, muffled by the bedspread as he moved his hand to the back of your head and kept your face pressed into it.  After several more quick deep thrusts Evil pulled from your cunt, stroking his cock and shooting streams of hot cum over your ass and back before collapsing onto the bed and breathing heavily. 

“You know where the door is.”  He said.  “Get the fuck out.”