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Charles speaking dirty in french🤭🤭🤭🤭

CL16 | Dirty boy ♡

Summary: Y/n keeps bothering her boyfriend until he gives in and shows her how to be a good girl.

Warning: dirty talk, smut, no protect sex, dom!Charles, sub!reader, mean!Charles, handcuffs, a bit of hitting (soft)

A/N: enjoy<3

Translation: mon amour= my love | Chéri.e= darling

MASTERLIST requests are open

She sits on his lap, her hand passing through his brown hair. ''Mon amour, I'm trying to work.'' If there are two things that the young woman loves, it's annoying her boyfriend when he's trying to work and his horribly sexy French accent.

She kisses his cheek, her other hand running over his abs through his t-shirt. He feels a shiver down his spine, but doesn't give in to temptation. ''Chérie, please.''

She doesn't listen to him and kiss the crook of his neck, nibbing it softly. His hand found its way to her waist, rubbing it softly. ''Don't you want to take a break?'' She let her hand go under his t-shirt, using her fingerstip to touch his abs.

He sighs, from pleasure? Annoying? She does not know but she doesn't care. Her hand under his t-shirt keeps going up, her mouth continuing to stimulate his neck by leaving a few red marks and lovebites.

He didn't push her away, trying to focus on the computer screen in front of him. He begins to feel tight in his pants, her ass wiggling against him and her fingertips tracing the vertical line of his abs.

His hand which was on her waist goes down to caress her ass, squeezing it softly. ''T'as envie que je te baise hein?'' you want me to fuck you, huh?

She doesn't understand what he said but can't help and moan softly against his soft skin. He grabs her jaw and forces her head up to kiss her. She moans into the kiss and Charles takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, caressing the inside of her cheeks.

She removes his headphone and places it on the desk, running her hand through his hair. He picks her up and moves her into the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. ''Qu'est ce que je vais faire de toi?'' What am I going to do with you?

She feels the excitement build even more in her body, his accent completely turning her brain. ''Tu es si irrésistible..'' You're so irresistible.

He removes his t-shirt, finally revealing his abs that she loves to caress so much. ''Take off all of your clothes.'' His voice was firm yet sweet. She listens to him and takes off her clothes, revealing her underwear to him. ''I said all of your clothes.'' She can't help but blush, even though Charles has seen her naked so many times.

She takes off her last clothes and watches him rummage through the drawer of his nightstand.

''Is it ok if I tie your wrist to the bed?'' She bit her lower lips. ''Yes. You can do whatever you want with me, my love.''

Charles smirks, taking off two handcuffs from the drawer, deftly tying one end around one of her wrist, securing it to the headboard. He repeated this process with her other wrist, leaving her bound and vulnerable in front of him.

He takes his time to take off his pants and joins her in bed, getting on top of her and one of his hands already trailing between her thighs. ''Je parie que tu es toute mouillée, mh?'' I bet you're soaking, mh?

She whines, wanting him to touch her. ''Please.. Charlie..'' He chuckles, his cold hand touching her inner thighs. She can't help but move her hips to try and show him her impatience. His fingers move up slowly and he slides one finger between her wet folds. ''Toute mouillée et rien que pour moi.'' All wet and only for me.

She closes her eyes, trying to move her hands but can't. Her head fell back against the pillow with a long moan of his name when she felt his lips against her bundle of nerves.

She can't help but squirm with pleasure as he continues to stimulate her with his tongue. And just as she was about to cum, Charles suddenly stopped and moved his kisses back to her stomach.

''What the hell Charles!'' she shouted, frustrated. He laughs, kissing her ribs. His laugh is deep and dark, almost frightening.

He rubs himself against her wet fold, making her moan deeply. He can feel the wet through his boxer and it turns him so much on. ''Putain Y/n tu vas me faire jouir juste parce que t'es autant mouillée.'' Damn Y/n you're gonna make me cum just because of your wetness.

''Charles..I need you!'' She whines, shaking violently under him. He doesn't wait longer and takes off his boxer and thrust roughly into her tight and wet cunt.

''Merde.. t'es si serré..'' shit.. you're so tight..

He doesn't wait any longer to almost pull out and go back in roughly.

''Tu la prends si bien.'' You take it so well.

If he keeps talking like that, she'll probably cum faster than expected.

''Oh oui, t'es si bonne.. ma pute..'' Oh yes, you're so good.. my whore..

''Ch-Charles!'' She moaned loudly before cumming hardly around his cock. Charles takes it upon himself and holds back from cumming as he feels her walls tightening around his cock. He speeds up his movements, his hips hitting hers with a sensual sound of flesh smacking and a wet sound.

His hand hits the side of her thigh. ''Dit moi que tu m'appartient.'' Tell me you're mine.

She doesn't understand what he says and moans loudly, not having time to recover from her orgasm.

Charles hit her thigh a second time, this time leaving a red mark of his hand. ''Dit moi que you're mine!''

Her back arches a second time, her eyes filling with tears. ''I-I'm yours !'' He moaned loudly, but kept holding himself. ''En Français.'' in French.

The feeling is almost unbreathable and she can barely find her breath. ''Je..J-je appartiens.'' She managed to moan, with her sensual English accent.

''Putain oui..Bonne fille.. Mon jouet baisable préféré..'' Fuck yes.. good girl.. my favorite fucktoy..

Charles redoubles his efforts, showing his breathing and dumbbell physique in his thrusts. The room is filled with their moans. One of Charles' hands finds its way between her legs, playing with her clit.

She doesn't wait any longer to come brutally a second time, tears leave her eyes to roll down her cheeks.

''Oh oui.. serre moi fort..'' Oh yes.. tight me hard..

Charles continues to thrust inside her until he reaches his own climax, his hot seed feeling her up perfectly.

''Ah! Putain! Y/n! T'es trop bonne!'' Ah! Fuck! Y/n! You're too good!

He crashes into her, still being careful not to hurt her. After a few minutes of catching their breath, he pulls out of her with a wet noise and one last moan leaves her lips.

He unties her hands, massaging her wrist to relieve it. ''Ça va, mon chat?'' All good, my cat?

She turns around and hugs him tightly, nuzzling her head into his neck. ''That was great. As usual.''

He can't help but smirk, his hands rubbing her back. ''Je sais que t'aime bien quand je suis méchant avec toi..'' I know you like it when I'm mean with you..

One of his hand goes lower and gently strokes her red thigh. She kisses his neck, already nibbing on it again.

''Ready for round two?''

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 drivers #f1 x reader #f1 smut #help he's so hot #smut #charles leclerc f1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 smut

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tomorrcwz · 2 months

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✰ POSITIONS, F1 DILFS

[ starring ] sebastian vettel, kimi räikkönen, fernando alonso, jenson button, lewis hamilton, kevinmagnussen

[ tw ] fem!reader, smut (+18), dom!drivers, mention of sex toys and tapes, dirty talking, fem and male oral receiving (+ choking on dick)

. minors do not read .

sebastian enjoys sitting back to watch you play with yourself, be it your dainty fingers buried deep inside your pussy and coated in your juices, or the dildo, the copy of his cock, he had gifted you months ago when he was away; the sight of the grip your greedy pussy has on the plastic phallus and your body writhing in the sheets, whorish moaning his name to pled for relief, thighten his trousers but rather than bouncing you, feeling your tight little satch, he leans forward, breath fawning onto your wet tights, resulting in goosebumps.

you'd cry out silently, legs shaking as you ram the toy faster into your warmth. "what did you say, liebe? (love) care to repeat?", the man would ask, his rough hands grabbing your thick tights. "want my big dick inside you? fuck you till you can't remember your name and see stars no more, huh?", he'd taunt you with a massive smirk on his pinkish lips. "that what you would like, don't you, my dirty girl?"

kimi prefers on being hands on, having you knee in front of him to suck him off. tears have already escaped your eye and stained your hallowed cheeks, while his right hand sits at the back of your head, hair kept in a ponytail to manage the speed and the desired depth. your glossy eyes holding contact with his lustfilled gaze and the choking sounds as well as the moans that send off vibrations around his dick, makes him pull your face against his pelvic bone to deep throat him. the tightness of your wet mouth let's his cock throb slightly, the taste of salty pre cum hits your tongue once again.

slowly, kimi would face fuck you, forcing your lips to touch his pelvic whenever he pulls your head towards him, forcing your jaw to go slack and take his long cock all the way as saliva runs out of the corners of your stretched mouth, trailing down your tits and eventually hitting the carpet. "you love being my good girl, eh? then choke on it."

nando loves to grab your plump ass whilst hugging you whenever it is in public or in the privacy of a room — if his action is made in the later situation, the innocence of his touch quickly turns into nibbling playfully on your ear and neck, leaving small marks to show his claim of you. his finger would dip inside your clothing to touch your already wet pussy, gently brushing past the outer lips to rub your clit, which will transform you into mush against his body. wanting to eat you out, nando would lay you down on the bed if there is one, probing pillows under your hips to get an easy access to your wetness. he's godsend, festing on your pussy as it would be his last time, resulting in leaving you a breathless moaning puddle of a mess. "please don't stop, papi."

jenson would be the guy who'd twirl, pull and nib on your stiff nibbles as you stroke his growing dick whilst watching a sex tape of yourselves to get in the right zone. in his opinion its one of the easiest ways to set the mood; watching a homemade video of him plowing inside you from behind against a hotel wall or having you cuffed on the bedframe, fucking your little hole hard as you cum over and over again — he'll feel your breath stock whenever his recorded self hits your g-spot or lands a spank on your brightly coloured ass, and the slick of your snatch drips on his leg, that's between yours, rubbing over your cunt.

"in another life, you'd be a pornstar, darling", jense would whisper in your ear as he moves above you, running the fat leaking head of his cock against your awaiting pussy.

lewis would have you in sixty-nine, tongue tracing the rim of your snatched hole as you kitten-lick off the precum of his massive dick and nibble softly on a bold vein, chasing a groan out of the fit male. as soon as you reach past the half, he'll push his cock upwards, causing you to choke on his dick — his less dominating hand keeps your head down as his other hand sinks two fingers at the same time inside you roughly, sending you over the edge, a process he continues over again till you tap his thight two times.

"fucked you good, huh?"

kevin likes nothing more than seeing you completely relaxed and giggling during a session of soft, romantic sex; it's his favourite way to return to a relaxed state of mind after a race and running behind his small children. he'll have you ride him though he'd control the pace while pressing your face against his neck to feel you sucking kisses against it. whenever kevin would push hard upwards inside you, he'd hear you purr like a catita or moan, rambling about how he should just throw you down and fuck you, but this will just result in his next pushes slower, teasing you to show you who's the "boss".

POLY/MULTI DRIVERS — SINGULAR DRIVERS

#f1 smut #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #sebastian vettel smut #kimi räikkönen smut #fernando alonso smut #jenson button smut #sebastian vettel x reader #kimi räikkönen x reader #fernando alonso x reader #jenson button x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #kevin magnussen smut #kevin magnussen x reader #f1

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nagazmulagan · 6 months

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DISTANT RIVER. 🫧

...i still feel the chill

as i reveal my shame to you...

it just seemed that no matter how far he'd go, all roads eventually brought him to you; his river of life, overflowing with desire and unexplainable glow. in his eyes - you were a deity, and he; a mere follower. and yone was about to show you once again how you should be treated for the whole eternity.

— heartsteel yone x reader smut, established relationship, reader is afab, kinda modern au, kinda kpop related activities, a little bit of praise and teasing, missionary, kitchen counter fucking??, kinda sequel to my previous post, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex, mentions of cervix fucking, sweet aftercare, sweet yone, i just love yone, not proofread.

an: this wouldn't exist if one of you anons wouldn't compliment my work!! thank you for the support and i love you so much. i hope you will like this one as much as you liked the previous one 🫶 btw i wrote this late at night before sleep lol also i kinda feel that the end is meh

"you're going on a tour? again?", you sighed, looking at your significant other with annoyed gaze. "you've already been on a few. is this really necessary?", you asked, grasping yone's hand and pulling him towards you, and he lowered his gaze. "i'm sorry, love. i have no control over it, and if it were up to me, i wouldn't go. but i cannot just ditch my work, sugar", yone said, caressing your cheek with his free hand.

"i know, i'm sorry, i just don't want you to be far away from me for such a long time", you replied, leaning into the idol'd touch. it was hard for you to accept the situation. no one would be satisfied if they had so little time with their beloved as you did with yone. you supported him, obviously, occasionally scolding him because of his training and work ethic, which made you spend less and less time with him. yone always tried to make up for the time lost, though. if he was somewhere overseas, he brought you every souvenir that he'd think you like or anything that reminded him of you. he also texted you almost all the time when he was staying longer at the studio to create a new masterpiece with his band members.

yone placed a light kiss on your forehead, stopping your train of thought. "i'm going to leave tomorrow morning and probably be back in two weeks. i feel bad about leaving you here all by yourself.", yone said, taking both of your hands into his own and placing another feather-like kiss to the tip of your nose. you sighed quietly, looking right into his eyes. "then i'd like to make as much as i can of our time together.", you whispered, letting go of his hands and closing the distance between you two.

you kissed yone. and through the kiss, both he and you could feel the yearning and longing that you've felt. the swordsman's hands travelled down your body, caressing every curve he found. he held your chin and deepened the kiss, making you release a quiet moan, which now made yone sure about your intentions. he pulled away for you for a second, his gaze meeting yours. yone placed his forehead on yours, swiftly kissed you again, and then he picked you up by your tights, squeezing then a little harshly, which made you hold your breath.

you wrapped your limbs around him, letting yone support your weight entirely. where he was heading - you didn't know, but your first good guess was any sturdy surface; and that happened to be the kitchen counter. and as soon as yone placed you on top of it, his lips found the way to yours once again. he kissed you with such a fervour that you could barely keep up with breathing. you placed your hands behind his neck, and he moved his mouth on your cheek, making a trail of kisses to your ear. "then i shall make it so remarkable that it will be the only thing on your mind for the next week.", yone whispered right into your ear, the he lighly nibbed your earlobe.

yone wasn't usually the type who would talk dirty in bed - he would praise you most of the time. but when he did, then oh boy; you'd practically feel a whole ocean flowing down from your center. and this time wasn't different - barely one sentence almost made you soaked in your own juices, and yone didn't even touch you properly.

the idol moved his kisses down your neck, unbuttoning your blouse slowly at the same time. he was so delicate - like you'd break if he pressed too hard. after he was done with the buttons, he gently took the clothing off you, and threw it onti the floor; which was unusual. yone was always proper and a perfectionist, so this action made you realise that he wants it as badly as you do.

with the new uncovered area, the swordsman was quick to get his hands all over yours, his touches getting more and more impatient. he massaged your arms, never stopping his assault of kisses down your body. his mouth stopped at your bra – a pretty, red laced piece. yone, realising that the bra is the only thing keeping you hidden away from his lusting gaze, with just a swift move, torn your bra off. "hey, that was one of my favourites, yone!", you exclaimed, which only made him chuckle. he placed his head between your breasts, his hands sliding down to your waist. "and i can buy you thousands of them. though, i definitely prefer to see you without anything keeping your beauty from me, darling." was his only reply before his tongue latched itself on one of your nipples and his teeth brushing over, which made you moan. yone didn't want to leave the second one unattended, so one of his hands started to knead gently the flesh and pinch your other nipple.

you can't deny – it felt amazing, but it wasn't enough for you now. if he was supposed to be gone for so long, you wanted him to be in each and every part of your body, until your senses and thoughts would become only yone. he seemed to realise this, too. after a while more of tending to your breasts, he pulled back to take a good look at you and your exposed upper body. and you swear that the bewildered look on yone's face was something you'd cherish forever. the swordsman could admire your beauty for hours – but he knew that he'd better start tending to the other parts of your body; for example, your pussy.

yone could tell that the cotton fabric of your panties and the jeans have been slowly becoming uncomfortable, his first instinct was to take them off you as quickly as possible – and he was just about to do that, when your hands stopped his antics. he pulled away from you, once again, worried that he'd crossed some kind of boundary. "am i moving too fast? i'm sorry, love, i-", you shut him up quickly, placing your palm over his. "no, no, absolutely not. that is not the case. it's just- i will be naked soon, and you are still fully clothed..", you said, suddenly bashful. yone felt as if a weight was lifted of his shoulders – if he'd ever hurt you, that was something he would never forgive himself for.

but yone understood your request – you wanted him to strip too. he quickly undid his top and bottom, revealing his well defined muscles. he looked just like a greek god, if not better; you've never seen anyone look as perfect as he did. a creature without flaws, he was, ready to serve you and make every of your wishes come true. "i suppose that now i can match you, right?" you whispered, still ogling his chest. in that aspect, you were no better than any of his fans.

desperate for this to move further quickly, you quickly unbuttoned your pants, taking them off very fast with yone's help, along with your socks. now all that was left on you were your laced red panties, matching with your bra. yone smirked, and teased you. "it's almost like you'd expect this to happen." he moved you to the very end of the counter and kneeled before you, placing his head between your legs. with your panties still on, he began placing butterfly kisses and a few hickeys on the delicate skin of your thighs, bringing himself closer and closer to your core, when the burning feeling was beginning to feel overwhelming. and when he finally slid the last piece of attire of your body, you took a deep breath as yone opened your legs and, as if he was testing the waters, gave your pussy one, swift lick.

"yone", you breathed, feeling the heat finally being taken care of. he sucked your clit hard, occasionally going lower and plunging his tongue into your hole. his mouth felt so good, and the way yone was keeping his eyes on you made you get lost in your own pleasure. "you taste so good, sweetheart, i could spend hours between your legs", yone groaned against your cunt, and you just moaned in response. yone seemed ti be satisfied with this. but when you thought this couldn't get any better, his tongue focused solely on your clit, while his fingers slowly started to pump into your hole. now this was just pure bliss – and it didn't take long for you to come.

you moaned his name, your fingers getting lost in his hair, pulling the loose strands into every direction. yone let you ride your orgasm on his tongue and fingers, and when you were done, he made sure to clean you up good with his mouth. the bare sight of this almost made you come once again – yone was just so effortlessly hot. and when he was satisfied with the outcome, he dragged his mouth up through your clit, tummy and chest, arriving finally on your neck, where he placed a small kiss. yone closed the distance between you again and held you close to him, his hands caressing your figure once more.

and as good as it felt – it wasn't enough for you. there was something primal, something deep inside of you that just made you realise that you want his cock buried deep inside of you. "yone, please.", you pleaded, only for him to respond teasingly. "please what, love?", he whispered into your ear, making you shiver. "please fuck me, yone. i want to feel you inside me." you whimpered – and that was all yone needed to hear.

he hoisted you up into his arms once again, this time heading to your shared bedroom. and when you arrived, yone gently put you down on the bed. he took of his boxers, revealing his hard member. it wasn't your first time together – but seeing his length always made you impressed. even his cock looked good; this man had absolutely no flaws. yone obviously noticed that you're staring, but he didn't seem to mind. he slided his hand over his dick a few times before joining you in bed, positioning himself and flicking the tip of his member a few times over your clit, making you release a few quiet moans.

"love, are you ready?", he asked, placing a kiss on your forehead, nose and lips, respectively. "always.", you replied, bringing your hips down just so you could feel his cock again. and you didn't have to wait long – soon, yone began thrusting into you with a steady pace. he was girthy enough to deliciously abuse your g-spot and lenghty enough for his tip to kiss your cervix. you couldn't stop your moans – after all, why would you? you wanted yone to know just how good he makes you feel. every time you at least breathed sharply, yone thrusted harder; that's how responsive he was to every sound you made.

all you could focus on were yone's groans and sharp breaths and your own pleasure. after a while, the swordsman's pace continued to get faster and harder, until he let out a sound close to a growl, which made you realise that he'll probably reach his own peak. but you didn't want it to end so soon – the way he was filling you up, it was like your body was just perfectly moulded for him. but the tip brushing over the cervix definitely wasn't enough for your primal urges, and those were the only one in your mind now. "yone, please, cum inside me", you whimpered. the man seemed to be in the same state as you were - nearly breaking your hips down with the force he was fucking you with.

it didn't take you long to come again. you never were a screamer – but this was just so good, you couldn't help yourself and released the sound along with your juices, covering yone's cock and clenching on it. and soon enough, he came too – deep inside of you, just as you asked. you both collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted from the intense physical activity. after your and your significant other's breath calmed down, yone was quick to embrace you from behind, his sticky, sweat covered chest against your back.

"are you alright, sweetheart?", yone asked, playing with your hair. the only reply you could muster was a mere "mhm", though it seemed to satisfy yone enough. "i'm sorry that i'll be far away from you again. i'll try to ask and see if i can take you with me, love." he murmured against the crook of your neck. you turned to your side, facing him. "it's okay, i understand. i'll miss you, but i know you will come back to me.", you said, caressing his perfect face and then moving onto his silky white hair. "i love you. i'll get you some water and then we'll go get you all cleaned up, m'kay?", he smiled faintly, ready to get out of the bed any second, and you just nodded and smiled in response.

and this was all you wanted – for your lover to make love to you hard and take care of you before his departure. and now at least you could be sure that even if he won't remain with you physically, then at least the memory of yone hovering over you will be enough to satiate your needs at least for some time.

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helloitstsyu · 1 year

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it's the tie | Tom Cruise [18+]

my masterlist

Summary : post oscar luncheon sex.

Warnings: daddy!kink, spanking, inappropriate languages, bondage, unstated age gap, prolly some typo or mistakes.

Pairing : Tom x Fem!reader

WC : 1600+

"That's a nice tie," you chuckle.

You're watching him from the doorframe for the last 3 minutes. Tom just comes back from the Oscar Luncheon. Despite he has discarded the navy suit, matching colored vest, and taken off his shoes. Tom still looks ravishing as he was earlier on the carpet.

Turning his head towards you, Tom stay composed, as if he knew you were there the whole time. He smirks. "Is that why you're staring?" He asks as he continues to untie the appealing lilac patterned tie.

There's something about his looks tonight. You've seen him donning the color navy all the time. Blue and navy are basically made for Tom. But tonight, something is different, something appeals differently to you. And your eyes keep dropping, lazer-lock, on that lilac patterned tie.

You crook your eyebrows and come to him. Replacing his hands with your smaller ones, you help him to untie the tie.

"How was the event?" You ask.

Without waiting for his answer, you lean towards his neck. The intoxicating scent of him always managed to arouse you. Placing a deep kiss on his neck, Tom relaxes and exhales deeply.

"Could be better if you were there with me," he tells.

You scoff softly. Continue to kiss his neck. Altering from a sweet soft peck, sucking gently, and nibbling his skin, you manage to have Tom's breath stalling.

"How was your meeting, honey?" He asks.

You take a glance at his emeralds. His eyes light up with excitement, "It was bad actually," you answer.

"Bad?" He repeats, "How so?" He asks with narrow eyes.

"Can't keep my mind on it. All i thought about was this..." You grin. "You in this look..., this tie." You chuckle, looking back at his eyes through your lashes, "I just wanted you all night, Tommy," you tilt your head to the side, seductively looking deeply into him.

His eyes flickers, "Yeah?" He softly graze his fingers on your shoulder. That little contact got goosebumps all over your spine already.

Sighing softly, "Yeah,"

Pulling him closer by the tie, you clash your lips on his for a hungry kiss. Stepping up from your lead, Tom dominates the kiss. Slipping his tongue inside of your mouth.

He's quick to undress you, leaving you only covered with your panties. Tom hoists you and throws you onto the bed. You squeal at the sudden movement and chuckle when you bounce on the mattress.

With a radiant look on his face, Tom takes off his tie in an instant. He climbs on top of you, "Is this what you want, darling?" He wraps the tie on his hand. That lilac patterned tie that leaves an impression on you, got you dreaming the filthiest thing while sitting on a meeting.

How can you refuse.

His eyes darken with lust, and it's apparent that he's ready to have his way for you tonight. You're grinning wide and nodding.

"Turn around, on your knees, sweetheart," Tom orders.

Being the good girl that you are, you gladly do as you're told.

Tom takes both of your hands, put them together on your back, and he ties your wrists together. Trying to test his knot, you're surprised to find what a firm knot that is.

Tom chuckles softly, "Don't try to break 'em, they'll bite," he whispers to your ear, then nibs softly on your earlobe.

"I can't touch you tonight?" You ask,

"You asked for this, darling. Now, take it and be a good girl," Tom softly pops on your ass. Your body jolts excitedly at the surprise move. Tom leans down, kissing all over your back as his fingers pressing on your still clothed cunt.

"You're drenched, sweetheart, i haven't even touched you properly yet,"

You giggle, turning your head around to see him, "It's the tie, baby,"

"Mhm, of course, it is." Tom chuckles. He finds it amusing that even an article of clothing, as simple as a tie, could get you so arouse like this. To your defense, you're dating a literal sex god. Whatever he put on, even the silliest, even a sack, could look so appealing, attractive, and sexy on him.

Tom takes off your panties. He lifts your hips, and you're back on your knees. Tom finally presses his tongue on your folds. Trailing your slit with his tongue, it grazes over your clit giving you a quick rush of pleasure before it comes back to your entrace. He teases your entrace then he enters your sweet hole with his tongue.

"Oh, fuck! Tommy..." you whimper.

"Excuse me?" Tom asks with an offended tone.

You chuckle, "Daddy," you correct yourself.

"Mhm, that's what i thought i heard," Tom grins.

Tom continues devouring you with his mouth. Fucking your cunt with his tongue.

His hand slips underneath you, reaching for your breast. Tweaking your nipple in between his fingers, he makes you moan even harder.

"Ohmygod," you moan. Face burying to the white fluffy pillow.

"Taste so fucking good," Tom mutters as he wiggles your ass to his face. Tom sucks and licks your clit. Your breath hitching in your throat, mind scattering with the pleasure he's giving you.

"Ohh fuuuckkk, daddy!" You cry out a moaning mess.

Tom slaps your ass hard. That was the first time he had ever spanked you. "Daddy!" You gasp at the stinging pleasure. The sting impact brings a new sensation of jolting pleasure. You chuckle, adoring the new sensation. "Fuck– More please," you whimper.

"More? You like that, darling?" Tom crooks his head, looking down at you as you grin happily.

"Yes! More, daddy, harder please!" You look back at him. Tom grins widely at your pleads.

Approving your pleads. He gives you another one to your other cheek. He spanks you harder. You shut your eyes and grunts.

Tom chuckles softly, watching you loving to be spanked, "Look at you, little slut,"

"More daddy,"

And another strike to your other cheek. This one stings even more because the previous one still remains.

"Ah!" You squeal then giggle.

Tom chuckles and pulls you into his lap. His hard member pressing your back side. Wanting and needing more of him, you grind down on the hard center. He kisses your lips hungrily in a burning, lustful passion. His hands grasped your breast aggressively.

"My girl," he mutters in between the hot kisses. His hands wrapping around you possesively. He's so possessive of you and you're thankful that he shows it verbally in bed. Hearing them always brings butterflies inside of you.

"My Tom," you retort.

He smiles, Tom rest his forehead on yours as his fingers softly rub your face. You chuckle softly to him, adoring how he can be both aggressive and soft. He perfectly mastered both, knowing the right time to switch between the two. He really is a true man of your dream.

With your hand on your back, you're able to slip your hand under his dress pants. Impatiently searching for his cock, Tom grins, "Darling..."

"Need you, daddy," you whispers.

Chuckling darkly, Tom pushes you back to the bed. Laying there flat on your tummy, you wait as Tom stands up and undress himself. He climbs back on the bed, on top of you. Aligning himself at your entrance, he gives your slit a few stroking teases with his head.

"Don't tease me, daddy,"

Tom laughs, "So impatient, darling,... it's my pussy, my way, yeah?"

"Your pussy?" You raise your eyebrows.

Tom chuckles, gives you no warning and push his cock all the way in inside you at once.

"OH!" You yelp.

"Mmm, that's right, my pussy," he mutters, "Say it!" Tom growls in your ear. He starts thrusting in and out of your weeping cunt.

"Y-your pussy," you whimper. "Ahh... your pussy, daddy!"

"Good girl," he whispers. Tom starts drilling into you at a mercilessly hard pace. In no time, you're already moaning his name repeatedly right now.

"FuUcK! TOM!" you exclaims.

"That's it, louder!" Tom smiles, "You're squeezing that walls around me, baby... so fucking good," he groans.

Tom holds the knot on your wrist, his other hand gripping your hips. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. The air of the bedroom feels thick and smells like sex. You're so close to spilling all over his cock.

"T-tom," you moan breathlessly.

Tom unties your hands. Quickly, he flips you around. Tom slams back his cock inside of you. Taking your legs over his shoulder, you're nearly folded in half. Tom looks feral. Sheen of sweat on his forehead and chest, skin blushing in flushed red, eyebrows furrows in pleasure, lips set apart and slipping uneven ragging breath. You can look at this face for the rest of your life.

Both of you are drowning in a pool of pleasure. Still holding that lilac tie. You wrap it around his neck, use them to pull him even closer to you.

"Cum for me," he tells you. "Cum for me, darling,"

A few more hard thrusts, you're practically screaming his name. Nails raking on his shoulders that for sure tomorrow will leave marks on him. Your walls throbbed and clenching around him, pushing him even closer to his edge.

"Oh fuck, Y/N!" Tom groans.

His seeds coat your walls. Filling you to the brim. Both of you collapsed together. Tom rests on top of you for a while, both of you panting for air.

The intense pleasure flooding inside of you. Endorphins swimming throughout your body. Heart swims in a warm feeling of love as Tom gives soft pecks all over your neck and jawline. Slowly, he pulls out of you. He looks back deeply into your eyes. Emerlad eyes lighten with post-sex happiness.

"Thank you," you mutter breathlessly.

Tom smiles, he kisses your forehead. "So... you like the tie, then?" He grins at you.

You laugh, "I love it,"

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save-the-villainous-cat · 9 months

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Cat, my ask is inspired by 'care- @yourheartonfire' I really hope you like it!

Please write a married!! villain who religiously indulges in their skin care, and a hero who really can't care less what they put on their skin. One night after them spending 2 rounds in horny jail, they're both up at 4am and after cleaning themselves, hero observes the villain indulging in their skin care routines, and upon spotting their lovely spouse the hero, they find their new target to perform skin care at.

Just when they remove hero's bath gown to apply body lotion (after much convincing ofc) they notice the array of hickies covering their entire body after 2 religious rounds of them in horny jail. Villain now needs to resist the hero, and take care of the hickeys and their hero's poor skin, but notising the way hero melts when they get their face massaged, and the little shivers passing thru them even after being for hours in hot shower, villain cant help but go for round 3 in horny jail!! and tho hero makes them promise no more hickies, they happily let themselves get carried away with their villain.

Well I hope ur comfortable writing this, absolutely no pressure :D I read @yourheartonfire 's care so many times its actually one of my fav!! But I would love to see a bit of your touch to it, really hope you don't mind and write a snippet like this one (with all your own touches obv)

Original :)

“I’ll be sore in the morning.”

“That’s the goal.” The villain’s smirk was undoubtedly of vicious nature. They could be quite sweet with all their big date plans and expensive vacations but the hero knew them by heart, knew their darkest sides and usually, the hero was the one in charge.

However, today, the villain seemed to be yearning for more than usual. Which wasn’t a bad thing, obviously.

But it made the hero wonder.

“Is this some new scheme of yours?” the hero asked as they got pushed back into the sheets. The villain found their neck and tried gentle nibs which, despite the carefulness, made the hero squeak in pain. The villain drew back and tried another spot, choosing kisses over teeth.

“Love, believe me. I would find kinder methods to stop you from working. I know you love this job,” they mumbled. “I can’t take that away from you, I’ve learnt that a long time ago.”

For a moment, they just stared at the hero and the hero really, really felt lucky to have married someone so diligent. The villain was always eager to do more than was expected of them. Their goals were beyond reachable which was exactly why it could be quite frustrating to face them in battle.

The villain’s fingers ghosted over the hero’s collarbone and then, very sweetly, they kissed the hero. It reminded them of their first kiss. Very innocent. And it intensified the feelings they’d had for this entire evening — not only lust but also gripping love.

“You tell me when it’s too much, alright?” the villain whispered. The hero recognised guilt in the question and it squeezed their heart a little too hard.

“Of course,” they answered. They let their thumb brush over the villain’s bottom lip and then added this just to tease them. “I’m not someone who comes home injured and bleeding all over my spouse during sex.”

“Oh, come on. That was one time,” the villain said and let their hand slide down to their thigh.

“It wasn’t fun.”

“I know, I apologised.” The villain had already reached their destination with their hand and the hero was truly astonished that their spouse was doing so much today. It felt like heaven, sure, but the hero couldn’t help but ask themselves if everything was alright.

Growing up in a…troubling household had left them anxious of every micro change in their spouse’s mood which, no matter how hard both of them tried, wouldn’t go away.

“I’m just worried about you,” the hero said. “I’m really worried sometimes.”

They went through the villain’s hair several times, letting their fingers comb through it carefully as the villain’s kisses travelled lower and lower.

“It’s okay, I can take care of myself, love.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing. You don’t…” They wanted to say more but the villain had found a sensitive spot. They breathed in, breathed out and tried to concentrate. “…you don’t have to.”

The villain started to use their tongue and the hero’s mind couldn’t comprehend their surroundings anymore. But they wanted to make a point, they remembered. They pulled the villain’s face up and guided them back to their mouth.

“Sometimes…I just wish you could talk more with me. We’re a team. Maybe not at work but…at least at home.” What a cruel sentence to say but the villain seemed to understand. “You don’t have to carry around everything.”

“Yes, you’re totally right. I’m sorry, I just don’t want to be a burden,” the villain said. They tried to get back down but the hero’s grip on their jaw held them in place.

“You’re not a burden,” they clarified. “You never have been, okay?”

“Okay,” the villain whispered and for the first time today, their shoulders seemed to relax. “Okay.”

They kissed the hero yet again very softly but the hero knew this wasn’t it.

“They’re sending me on a mission next week,” the villain said softly. “Some say it’ll be suicide.”

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exlibrisseverus · 4 months

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work in progress

I’ve been working on this drawing, sleep-deprived and with many cups of coffee. Was not in the best mood but had a good work flow. But then it happened, the nib of my Apple Pen broke off as I accidentally dropped it to the ground. I was so mad… I’ve tried to continue drawing on the ipad, with my fingers, almost had an inner meltdown of frustration. Went to the gym to compose myself, didn’t helped much, was still angry with myself.

Much later I remembered that i still have my old rusty tiny little wacom bamboo tablet. Well it’s not the perfect condition but better than nothing. Feeling myself motivated again to continue.

-> Oh and the ironic thing with this is that I’ve been imagining scenarios where students in the HP universe break their wands on accident or through clumsiness, finding it funny, giggling to myself. I was kinda like: “Oh yeah, that silly moment when Ron broke his wand, lol” Until my clumsy, sleep-deprived ass accidentally breaks it’s own

“muggle artist wand” (aka apple pen).

RIP comrade 💐 🪦 🫡

P.S: Thank you guys!

I would like to thank you very much for your kind words. I’m quite overwhelmed, I haven’t expected to receive so much kindness and encouragement.

To be honest, being an HP fan was something I did quietly, mostly in private for myself, brooding over my art and headcanons, collecting merch. There were hardly any people around me with the same interest in HP, and I also was too reserved to look around online any further. This is the first time I'm starting to interact more directly with other HP enthusiasts.

I’m very touched that other people showed interest in my art.

Drawing Sev is for me all about expressing my love towards him and i try to do him justice by portraying him in such a way that he feels real to me. And also that it makes me happy when I look at the drawing later.

I wanted to end by saying that I'm relaxed about ships, I don't reject anyone based of their fandom preferences or OCs. I also have my own OC, of course. I’m cool with almost everything as long i can see Sev. Especially when i can see this beautiful overgrown bat.

Really, thank you from the bottom of my heart for the support. Hugs and thanks for reading. 💋

(editor me: by Merlin, that bisch wrote an entire novel lol)

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ambassadorquark · 6 days

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it's my view that you can become a really good artist by training with weights on rock lee style like you should cover a stack of printer paper in sketches and line them using literally whatever felt tips that kind of work like a g pen you can find before you even TOUCH nice nib pens or even a tablet. like technique and practice is seriously 467945x more important than tools and i actually feel like it's much more approachable and confidence building to use cheap shitty tools at least while learning the basics if not like. in general. in the same way that it's best to just draw whatever you like rather than be frustrated by doing studies of boring shit that makes you want to give up, the best way to become a good artist is simply to draw a lot and it's easiest to draw a lot if you don't NEED to be drawing with anything specific. you have to be doodling. you gotta be fucking aorund

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riewritten · 1 year

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. fem!reader x erwin smith

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. referenced sexual assault, explicit sexual content

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. emotional hurt/comfort, drable, mirror sex, porn without plot (but with feelings)

i am sad, then i came across this WIP i've written months ago. got even more sad. sigh.

You refuse to be touched when you're about to sleep, or too tired to open your eyes.

As you go further into intimacy, you just keep one thing sure: that you will never, ever let your eyes shut for more than five seconds because an intrusive image would appear to ruin it all up.

After the intimate exchange, just when you were about to request a five-minute rest before dipping yourselves in a hot bath, something snapped inside your head—a jolt, an utterly, disturbing, uninvited jolt. Seems like you have closed your eyes for six seconds this time around.

"Erwin," you murmured, reaching at the other side of the bed where he sits, "please let me look at you for a while."

"Mhm," he hummed, sensing the shake in your voice, but he knew better than appear alarmed. You need to calm down, that's what your request is for, after all, "Why, lovely?"

"I need to register that i did it with you and not anybody else."

He just cupped your cheeks in response, neither smiling nor confused. What would be deemed a strange remark for anybody was something he just nodded on. How strange, you thought.

But it gave you the courage to continue.

"I think I need to register that it's you who touched me, t-that my mind is not supposed to flash an unwanted image of someone whom I will never let this far," you got the almost unstoppable urge to linger your eyes everywhere in the room because of how vulnerable your statements were, but Erwin didn't give you the chance to—breaking eye contact would defeat the purpose of your request, too. "And, uh—"

"And what, honey?"

"That I will not ever have to think of that person touching me again."

A moment of silence came; Erwin gave you nothing but an understanding nod and a smile. As both of you maintained eye contact, you felt him caressing the crown of your head. When you started hugging your knees, he cupped your face next and peppered you kisses.

Erwin understood, and you could wish for nothing more.

The next time you did it, Erwin made sure there was a mirror right in front of you as he took you from behind. It was awkward at first, you were not used seeing yourself all worked up as he pistons his hips inside, but whenever you stray your eyes away, Erwin would hold your head to have you face your reflection again.

And then he repeats his question, "Am I hurting you, darling?"

"No,"

"Mhm, come on then, look at that pretty face." He punctuated the sweet whisper with a thrust. "See how well you're taking me?"

"H-hah, love, I—"

He closed his eyes and pulled you closer so he could nuzzle his lips on your back, "You're clenching harder on me now, baby. Are you close?" The spasm and contracting of your walls don't feel intentional anymore.

And with your body slightly lifted up, you could see both of your features well—from how your breast bounces with every thrust and how Erwin's hands lurk around your waist to support himself. You savored the feeling—intense and rattling to your very core. His fingers flicked your nib, then he instructed you to wet your fingers with your spit so you could rub the other one.

Oh, you want to close your eyes. You think you can finally do it now. Erwin convinces you ever so silently to finally close it—five seconds, ten seconds, until you hear his pants escalate to moans, 'til his thrusts went rapid and unrestrained, 'til he's blabbering how how all of this affects him the way you do.

You reached your peak with eyes shut tight, and Erwin followed suit not long after, albeit loudly because he was pleasured to see both of you on the mirror, too. You plopped down the bed, but Erwin's hold didn't falter. You felt his weight against your back, then whispered sweet nothings while kissing your ear. "'s okay, it's okay. Open your eyes and see me."

You would never know how delightful Erwin was when you didn't flutter it open again; he felt your breathing slow down instead, and not long after, you drifted to sleep with a smile.

Indeed, it's okay for you to close your eyes now.

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forgodsgoddamnsake · 2 months

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Belly Dancer - 9

Warning: smut, domrry, rough sex, language.

The same ray of sunshine that hit your face the first time you slept in Harry's bed, hit you again but this time he was next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist. This time you both were naked, you smiled when you remembered the night before.

You gently pulled his arm off of you before you got out of bed. Tiptoeing so you wouldn't wake Harry up or worse, smashing one of the lanterns. You started looking for your bra and thong but you found only the bra. Huffing, you grabbed Harry's black shirt he had the night before and went in the bathroom to take a shower.

There was a brand new toothbrush and a bottle of the face wash you use daily, you raised your eyebrow in confusion. Did Harry get you this stuff?

Your face in the mirror was different, as if you were... Prettier?

You smiled to yourself. And after you did your business and washed your face and brushed your teeth you went in the shower cabinet.

The hot water hit your body and you felt soreness in your thighs, maybe because you weren't used to opening your legs that wide.

You jumped when you felt the cabinet open.

"You scared the shit out of me!" You said, placing a hand to your heart, he smiled and kissed your cheek as he went in the cabinet and stood behind you.

"Good morning, lioness." He smiled as he reached for the shampoo bottle.

"G'morning, Gatsby." You turned to face him and put your arms around his neck, smirking.

"You feel okay?" He asked, spurting some of the product on his palm. "Turn around, let me wash your hair."

You turned again and gave him your back, you felt the cool shampoo on your scalp and Harry's fingers massaging it.

"I feel a little sore, that's normal, right?"

"Yes, love, that's completely normal. Each time will be easier so don't worry." He answered. Your hair was foamy by the time he grabbed the shower head to rinse your hair, his fingers brushing your hair softly.

"You know why I love your hair so much?" He asked, placing the shower head back.

"Why?" You asked.

"Because I get to do this." He whispered in your ear, grabbing your hair in one grip kind of roughly. Your head tilted back, mouth open as his own mouth began kissing the back of your neck.

His mouth left wet kisses down your spine, ass cheeks, he even bit your ass softly, not letting go of your hair, though it made your head tilt back further.

He parted your legs with his hand and started his work on your pussy, he loved having control even when he was down on his knees.

His mouth sucked in your pussy lips, gaining a few moans from you. His tongue worked magic on your clit, not caring if the water was still hitting his face. He dove with his whole face in your pussy, nibbing gently on your clit.

"Oh my fucking god, Harry, that feels so good!" You moaned, trying to keep your legs from shaking under his touch.

"You like that, huh?" He asked as his thumb was massaging your clit, his other hand still pulling on your hair.

You gave a moan as an answer but that wasn't enough for him.

"I asked you a question so you better answer, y/n." He whispered in your ear, his thumb still playing with your clit.

"Yes! God, yes, I do." You groaned, legs closing a little, he spanked your ass hard.

"Keep them fucking open for me." He growled, giving you another smack on your other ass cheek.

You tried, but you couldn't, it felt like you had no control down there.

"I can't, Harry, I can't. Fuck, please." Your scalp started hurting a little.

"It's okay, love. It's okay. Do you want that?" He ran his middle finger on your pussy.

"Yes, please." You breathed, biting your lip.

"Say my name, say whose finger you want inside your little pussy." He whispered, not giving you his finger yet.

"I want your finger, Harry. Please, baby, please." With that he slid his finger in your pussy, your back arched a little.

"God, you're so beautiful." He mumbled, finger going in and out.

He curled his finger and began shaking it inside of you, your moans could be heard from outside the mansion by that time when he hit your G-spot with his damn long finger.

"I'm gonna cum, Harry, shit! I can't hold it, don't stop, don't stop!"

"Give it to me, y/n, let go. Let go for me." He whispered in your ear as he worked faster in your pussy.

Your legs shook harder but his knee kept your legs apart, your back arched more as you screamed his name.

"Yes, baby, yes, that's so good. You're so good." He growled before taking his finger out.

He felt like he could no longer be 'Vanilla', he just couldn't.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your neck instead, the tip of his cock was rubbing against your pussy.

"Put it in and move." He ordered and you obliged, you reached to grab his dick and center it at your hole, when the tip was in you moved your ass back to put him all in your pussy.

"That's a good fucking girl." He smirked almost to himself and began fucking you slowly at first. "If you ever want to stop, just tell me, love."

You liked that he cared even with that dominant attitude of his.

His thrusts were slow but deep, he wanted to make your pussy adjust to the size of his cock.

"Faster, Vanilla." You teased and yeah, that pissed him off.

"What the fuck did you just say?" He stopped and his grip on your neck tightened a little.

"You heard me, Vanilla." You called him 'Vanilla' almost in a slow motion.

"Oh, you're going to be sorry." He said. His thrusts went faster enough to teach you a lesson but not hurt you.

Though you were being bitchy, he knew that you were not able to take his full force.

"You're going to regret what this slutty mouth of yours just said." He growled and he slipped two fingers into your mouth, you sucked on them immediately.

"God!" You screamed on his fingers as he was giving you deep thrusts.

"You wanna be slutty, huh? I can edge you over and over and over again, would you like that?" He asked but you wouldn't give him an answer as you were screaming at the mixture of pleasure and pain. "Fucking answer!" He growled and spanked your ass hard.

"Shit! No, Harry," You moaned, your body hurting from that position. But you wouldn't change it anyways, you were afraid of slipping. "I wanna cum around you, Harry, please, just let me cum." You pleaded.

"I'm coming to, baby, let go and cum all over my cock." He whispered and you let go of yourself. "Yes, baby, that's it!" He encouraged before he felt himself coming too so he pulled out immediately and jerked himself off on your ass.

He growled as his cum was spurting on your ass cheeks and lower back. When he came from his high, he leaned on you, but you felt like falling so he kept you in place.

Panting, he gave you a spank on the ass, "You're bitchy."

Harry was shirtless in the kitchen, making you both breakfast while you were swaying your hips to a slow song in the living room.

His shirt that was around you showed your ass and pussy a little every time you raised your arms.

"Where's my thong, you little thief?" You asked walking towards him.

"Told you yesterday. It's mine." He answered, simply.

"So I have to go back home without anything covering little y/n?"

"No, you'll have to go back to the club without anything covering little y/n." He corrected, placing your breakfast on the plate.

"I can't, H." You said. He turned around handing you the plate, you held it from him and his hands held you by the waist as he began kissing your neck.

"Stay with me." He whined against your skin.

"I have work." You chuckled, still holding the plate.

"Don't care."

After he gave you another round in the kitchen, he had you stay in his bed all day till it was time for you to go to work.

You started putting on your clothes while he laid in the bed, watching you, arms behind his head and a frown on his face.

"Wipe that face off, Harry." You said, pulling up your leather skirt.

"I want you to stay with me a little longer."

"Can't, baby, Sean would freak."

"Fuck him, work for me, I'll give you triple what he pays you." He said and you chuckled.

"I dance for free for you, Harry. Oh, I might be gone for a week or so."

"What?" He exclaimed straightening on the bed.

"I have to perform in Miami for the next week, so I'll be gone today."

He felt worried.

"Can I come?" He asked, trying to maintain his worry.

"Don't you have work?" You asked, putting on your tank top.

"I have people for that. Can I come? I'll drive you and Angela." He asked again, and you couldn't say no to spending more time with Harry.

"Yeah, why not? But Jessica and her fucker of a boyfriend are coming, too. They wanna have fun. They'll go by their own car" You began zipping your knee-high boots.

"Fine by me." He said as you put on your coat. "Don't go." He whined again as you leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.

"I have to, baby. Your chauffeur is already down there waiting for me. And oh, your two bodyguards are they gonna be at the club?"

"Yes, and don't ask why." He said in a monotone voice.

"I'll drop it for now. But this is not over, Harry." You grabbed your purse and was ready to leave. He huffed, but didn't argue.

You gave him a kiss in the air, "Bye, H."

"Bye, y/n." You closed the room's door behind you and went down to get in the car. You texted Angela to get you a fresh pair of underwear on your way to the club.

When you reached the club, got out of the car, walked in the club still texting. You were stopped in the hallway by a figure.

You looked up and saw Michael, looking down at you, he was tall, taller than Harry.

"What now, Michael?" You huffed.

"I need to speak with you." He answered, diving his fingers in his hair.

"About what?"

"About Harry."

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keto-keyes · 3 months

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The Misfit Gang (Slytherin Gang ff)

This is a OC insert imagine, with multiple parts. If you don't want to use the name ive chosen, feel free to insert your own :)

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 Part 2

After the sorting, where a certain Harry Potter had been sorted into Gryffindor, Soren sat in between Pansy and a tall, dark skinned boy named Blaise. She'd been sorted into Slytherin, the house of the ancient De Villes from over 50 years before. It was the same house as a certain Draco Malfoy, but anything was better than being in Hufflepuff like the 20 nameless and useless family members before her.

Blaise didn't talk much, his eyes only on his food, but they'd exchanged a couple of words when the feast had been served and the school song finally finished. But as Soren saw it, it was better than nothing. At least she had a friend, and, by the sound of Pansy's animated conversation on her right, maybe even more.

"Can you pass the pumpkin juice?" asked a soft voice. Blaise's voice.

Soren glanced up from her steak, reached to grab the jug, and passed it to him, barely making noise.

"Here," she said, just as quietly, "Do you need anything else?"

They stared at each other for a moment, Blaise finding the words to say whatever was on his mind and Soren waiting to be answered, before he once again opened his mouth.

"Mmh... the custard tarts? I-if you don't mind," he mumbled.

'Not much of a talker,' Soren thought, 'But he's nice, I guess.' She passed him the plate of tarts and was about to turn back to her food when he spoke once more.

"T-thanks... Soren."

Soren almost jumped when he said her name, though quietly, and her head snapped to face him with a light blush.

"Oh! Y-you're welcome, Blaise," she replied, whispering almost, in case anyone was watching, "Anytime."

"Call me Zabini," he grunted, "'pparently it's a sign of weakness if you use first names in Slytherin. Malfoy said."

"O-of course," she answered, shivering at the mention of Malfoy.

She noticed he did the same when he said the blonde boy's name, and smiled hopefully up at him. He didn't return her smile, but nodded curtly instead.

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In the Slytherin common room, a few days after the first years began school at Hogwarts, Soren and Blaise sat side-by-side in a dark corner. They both had homework (Pansy too but she refused to miss the girls' sleep-out), and although neither needed help and they didn't talk, the silence wasn't uncomfortable. Suddenly, Malfoy and his cronies sauntered over, smirking and laughing amongst themselves. Soren did her best not to look up at him, not to show fear. But when he stood above her and blocked out her light, she couldn't stop herself.

"Ha! I knew you'd be over here! See boys, the nerds are studying again!" Malfoy cackled, high-fiving one of them.

"P-please move," Soren whispered, not wanting a conflict.

Malfoy stuck his face next to hers, sneering, and grabbed her transfiguration book.

"What was that? Speak up when you talk to important people!" he jeered at her, flipping through pages of the book.

Soren turned away and, raising her voice the slightest bit, said, "I said - please move."

Malfoy laughed and dropped her book down on the table, shattering her quill's nib.

"My father is a big, wealthy wizard. I'll tell him if you say anything," he warned her in a sneer, the two brutes cracking their knuckles. Soren flinched.

Blaise jumped to his feet, throwing down his book and almost knocking the table over as he stood.

"Give it a REST Malfoy!" he growled, "Your dad couldn't care less about you, and you know it! Shut up and leave her ALONE!"

For once, Malfoy shut up and walked off. His cronies shot Blaise dirty looks but still they, too retreated. Puffing, Blaise flopped back down onto his seat and wiped his brow.

"Thank you, Zabini," Soren whispered, touching his arm.

He looked at her for a second, seeing how shaken she was, then picked up his quill and held it out to her.

"You're welcome Soren," he replied, taking her broken quill and stuffing it in his own bag. He thought for a second before adding, "And, you know, you can call me Blaise. I don't really care about strength and weakness, OR what Malfoy says anymore."

Smiling at him and taking the quill, Soren nodded.

"You're a good friend, Blaise," she said softly.

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*looks at you with my silly little eyes* Heavy with a reader that has trouble managing anger? (Gender neutral preferably)

Ooo!! Thank you for requesting, I liked writing this one!

Heavy With Reader Who Struggles With Managing Their Anger

Wc: 0.7k

Themes: Fluff, comfort

A/N: I personally don't struggle with anger management, so I apologise for anything that's wrong! Please tell me if there's anything I should fix or add^^

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-Heavy's really sweet when it comes to helping you with managing your anger.

-You discuss and communicate lots of things beforehand, such as whether or not you'd like to be touched/physically reassured or your tells when you're beginning to get into an irritable mood.

-If you are comfortable with physical contact when you're in that type of mood, he'll gladly run gentle circles over your back and/or play with your hair. He'll cuddle/hug you if you're comfortable with the pressure, too

-If he can tell that you're beginning to get irritated, then he'll do his best to subtly take you away from whatever's irritating you. If it's a person that's being rude, he'll try to help you out, but will absolutely have your back if the person is being unreasonable.

-If you have a comfort thing, such as food, a plushie, a sketchbook, a texture, etc. be sure to tell him and Heavy will try to make sure to bring it to you.

-If you're afraid of getting to a point of hurting others physically or verbally, let him know. Pull him aside beforehand and tell him that you don't mean what you say. He'll do his best to de-escalate situations for you, and he knows you don't mean it when you say some things. He'll still love you no matter what. He knows you regret some things you say, and he doesn't hold it against you.

-That was actually one of the most terrifying moments, the first time your frustration had bubbled up and you weren't able to cool it down, so you ended up lashing out on Heavy. He'd semi-known you at this point, but you two weren't all that close. He'd made you a few sandwiches at times, and congratulated you on some nice kills, but he didn't go out of his way to be physically affectionate.

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One thing after another. This had been going on for days, and you could feel the bubble about to burst. Spilled your drink, the nib of your pencil wouldn't stop breaking, one of your favorite shirts had gotten a rip in it, and so much more.

But what pushed you over the edge was Soldier. He was getting angry at you for seemingly nothing. It started with him wanting you to join in on his excersice, but you knew you were better off not hanging around with someone that loud, as that could just be even more headache and frustration-inducing. When you had attempted to gently explain yourself, he called you lazy. Your two voices only raised from there as the two of you got way to close to eachother, either of you prepared for if the other were to start swinging. Heavy must've heard the two of you, though you hadn't noticed him until he grabbed you and soldier by the back of your shirts like cats.

"Enough."

It wasn't as loud as Soldier was earlier, but it was stern, and immediately shut the two of you up. Soldier finally marched off as soon as he was let go, and that left only you and Heavy in the room.

He sighed out, and attempted to give you a gentle hug. But as soon as his hands touched your sides you flinched and smacked his arms away.

"Don't touch me!"

You then looked up to catch his confused and.. Sad expression. He only wanted to help.

He sat down on the floor next to you and adverted his eyes.

"Sorry. Heavy shouldn't have touched without asking."

Then you regretted hurting him. Though, you're sure a small smack from you did no damage whatsoever to him, but the intent was still there.

You still weren't in the mood to have a conversation, but you needed to calm down; you needed comfort.

You sat down a few inches from Heavy's side. After a moment, you let your weight fall on his side.

A few minutes after that, you wrapped your arms around him- as much as you could.

"I'd... like that hug now, if that's alright."

He wasted no time in gently putting his arms around you and drawing light circles over your back.

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you know the archons secretly wished for you to immediately make your way down unto the lands of teyvat right after your discussion, but you're thankful that they held their tongues when you expressed that you were exhausted and wanted to retire for the day. with forlorn looks, they bid you temporary farewells and bowed as you re-entered your mansion for your ‘rest’.

yeah, right. like hell you could sleep after all that revelation.

is it your fault? it has to be... right?

maybe if you hadn't abandoned the game for so long, seven nations would have still existed now instead of just three.

you think back to what you saw the last time you checked on the countries. suddenly it dawns upon you - all those people were talking about you.

the creator, whom they thought was harboring anger towards them. the creator, whom they prayed and sent offerings to, hoping that they'll be forgiven and hoping the 'calamities' will stop. the creator, whom they thought had abandoned them.

in your head, you see jean's withering look and hear xiao's bitter tone. your heart aches. tears spill from your eyes and you curl into yourself.

peaceful sleep eludes you that night, despite your stubbornness to lay on the silken bedsheets for hours upon hours. day turns into night and before you know it, birds are chirping out of your window. you suddenly wish you hadn't spent all those times catching the birds and timmy's pigeons with the omni-ubiquity nets. maybe then you can pretend that the dreaded morning never came.

reluctantly, you part from your beddings and trudge towards the mirror. strangely enough, despite your lack of sleep and your long crying session, you don't feel all that fatigued and you don't look like as haggard. your 'tiredness' seems to be affecting you mentally rather than your actual physical body.

the creator.

a divine being.

you... a deity? back on earth, you would have been called blasphemous, for calling yourself a god.

you trail your fingers under your eyes, turning your head this way and that. nothing special. you try to shed some tears by pinching your thighs, hard. clear, normal-looking drops of tears fall onto the dresser. inhaling deeply, you grab one of the quills laying around before lifting the sharp tip of a quill onto the tip of your finger.

steeling yourself, you prod the sharp nib into your skin until it draws blood.

you’re met with a small blob of red rising up onto your skin.

okay then. so no starry eyes, glowing tears, or golden blood.

why oh why did you read so many sagau fics in your younger days? now you're just making yourself more paranoid…...

you inhale deeply and inwardly slap yourself.

you've done everything you could have done for now. dwelling and moping about what-ifs aren't going to solve anything. besides, you do want to help. you just doubt that you can.

but since they want you to visit their nations, then so be it. maybe some sort of miracle will happen when you're there. maybe getting 'reacquainted' with teyvat will really bring out some hidden power in you or whatever.

with this newfound determination, you exit your mansion.

you expected to meet face to face with the three archons once more upon opening the door to your front yard, but to your surprise, you see no sights of any of them whatsoever under the pavilion. frowning, you take a few steps towards the garden, trying to spot at least one of the three. but you don't see any other living beings in the vicinity.

well, that was anticlimactic. so much for-

"my liege."

"HOLY JESUS!!!!"

a shriek erupts from your vocal chords as you jump away from the direction of the voice, which is right behind you. with wide eyes and heart beating a mile a second, you stare back at beelzebul's shocked expression, her hand outstretched forward and frozen in the air, as if she was about to touch your shoulder.

the girl blinks and asks with such genuine curiosity in each and every single one of her words, you have to prevent yourself from laughing out loud, "who is ‘jee-sus’, divine creator? why do you call them holy? is he an acolyte?"

"pff-ahem… f-forget it, you don't need to know."

"it must be an important friend of yours, then. seeing as i’ve heard their name leaving your lips several times as you guided me in the past."

that elicits a snort out of you. beelzebul watches in wonder as you giggle into your fist, the sight even more mesmerizing seen from behind her rose-tinted glasses. her creator is smiling and laughing because of her. most people find her a bore, too stiff and dry for their liking - and yet here you are laughing merrily only seconds upon encountering her this fine morning.

she feels exceptionally proud.

and so perhaps it’s that feeling that makes her bolder, that makes her bravely step closer to you and offer her hand for you to take.

"forgive me for being so direct… but would you like to visit inazuma for a walk? i- no, we… would be very overjoyed to welcome you. though we don't have much to offer at the moment."

you look around for one last time around the garden, "is that alright? what about the others?"

"if you worry about them that much, i can send a messenger to inform them of your whereabouts."

"oh. yeah, that works."

"then, shall we?"

her slender fingers wrap around yours gently as soon as you place your hands on top of her waiting palm. the edges of your vision suddenly blurs and distorts, before the sensation of being pulled into something grips your whole body-

-and then, the colors shift and realign, leaving you breathless as you stare at the scenery in front of you.

you recognize the view almost immediately. you recall spending some time getting to this exact same spot, cursing the level designers and model builders for making it so hard for the players to climb up.

the wind whips around you as you gaze down upon the whole narukami island. it's blanketed by a thin fog, the sky is gloomy and full of clouds despite the sun already starting to rise. you see the flooded plains, the barren trees, the way ritou's dock has been claimed by the sea, and you unconsciously bite the inside of your cheek. your companion senses your distress immediately, and she squeezes your hand to comfort you.

"i am sorry for letting this happen."

"why are you apologizing?" you laugh bitterly, "i… if i really were the creator then i caused this. don't ever apologize for a mistake that isn't yours, beelzebul."

she purses her lips and only allows herself to speak after a short, contemplative silence.

"the day you descended to teyvat…," she starts, voice thick with emotion, eyes closing in reminiscent of the events, "we all knew it was you. your star shone so brightly, a white light so prominent in the dark night sky, even through the rain and the clouds. i was so overwhelmed with awe and joy…"

"but before i could fully take it all in… all of a sudden, the light was gone. we saw you fall down. i feared for your safety and took off at once. i am ashamed to say that i was not the first to arrive, but we agreed to let you recuperate in your realm before parting ways."

beel's eyes shine when she re-opens them, and you're pulled in by the way she genuinely smiles. soft and gentle like the rays of sunlight slowly filtering through the fogs.

"and yet… the moment i returned to inazuma, the rain had already ceased. it hasn't done so for the past hundred years. the storms and thunders finally listened to my commands, and i was able to send them away. the remnants of electro energy are steadily rising back again, even to this day."

"your grace… even when you were unconscious, teyvat rejoices over your return and faithfully awaits your wishes. you have no need to worry. besides, you have always forgiven our countless mistakes in the past. no one should blame you for the perils that had spread throughout the land. all that matters is that you are back now, and that means things will steadily get better."

"....."

you offer the electro archon a smile and squeeze her hand in reply. she beams, and you know your unspoken gratitude reaches her heart. you don't think you'll ever be able to forgive yourself for this whole mess if it truly is your fault, but her words still bring a sense of comfort to you.

you can only hope that you'll be able to actively help to rectify this situation sooner rather than later.

"can i take a walk through the city? but i'd like to do it incognito."

the woman contemplates your request with a serious frown, before giving you a conclusive nod, "very well. but firstly, i believe it will be best if you change clothes, your grace. so you can blend in the crowd better."

a sound logic, you comment inwardly and express with a nod.

"also… most vision holders are familiar with your voice. so i believe it will be best if you do not talk to anyone. i can do the talking if it is needed."

"you're planning to go with me?"

"yes, of course. i must be there to protect you if anything unexpected happens," she pauses and gives you a pleading look, "you'll let me… won't you?"

you freeze as a nostalgic feeling washes over you. this exact moment feels like a deja vu, though you can't remember when exactly it happened before. an in-game event, perhaps? no, that's not it…

"my liege…?"

"sorry- i mean- yeah, er, sure. you can tag along… i can just pretend to be… your assistant or something."

"an assistant," she repeats scornfully, looking like she's going to cry, "how could i dare- my liege, you must punish me after this is all done."

"beel, it's fine, you're just acting and i really don't mind… look, if it bothers you too much, what about… yeah, just say that we're friends. that way you won't be lying and we're on the same level at least, right? okay?"

"oh… a… a friend. yes- if... if you're okay with it, then…"

"good. is that all?"

".... there is one more thing… your presence…," she looks conflicted, hesitates to say her next few words, and when she finally braves herself to speak she doesn't dare to meet your eyes, "forgive my impertinence when i say this, my liege - but…seeing as i am the electro archon, and that i rarely go out to interact with the mortals, we can perhaps mask it as my divine power, if anyone comments on it…"

"sounds good," you say lightly and realize something as you gaze at her, "hey, beel?"

"yes?"

"you'll have to stop calling me so formally, otherwise we'll get exposed right away," you sigh, "seriously, just start calling me by name. c'mon. repeat after me. [name]."

"ah- that's…," beel's lips tremble, her cheeks taking a pinkish hue, "..... [n-n-name]...."

"again."

"b-but my liege-"

"lalalalala-i'm sorry, who?"

"[n-name]!"

"keep at it, we're not stopping until you get used to it!"

it takes her a full fifteen minutes to finally be able to say your name in a normal voice level, a casual tone, and without stuttering. by the end of it, she looks as if she's just gone through a series of trials and tribulations severe enough to render an archon bedraggled. you would have laughed at her if you weren't in a similar state yourself - having to coax and cheer on her throughout the whole ordeal was no simple task, especially since beel is just so overly attached to her role as your disciple.

she then ushers you into tenshukaku after making sure no one is around to see her carry you down onto the building's balcony, as per your request. the shogun eagerly provides you with a change of clothes that's very inazuman style, and you gladly change into it, although you chose to leave a few accessories out of the ensemble, finding them too extravagant and nonfunctional. beel sulks a bit at your action but holds back her protest.

when you step out from tenshukaku's gates after walking down a shit ton of stairs (you wish you had a glider and can operate one - perhaps you should ask barbatos when you meet him), the sun is nearly high in the sky, but the obstructing fogginess still hangs over the city like a persistent ghost. you're slightly panting, and your legs are a little sore, but you stubbornly nod when beel asks whether you want to continue.

"would you like to have some food first, my-- f-friend?"

you shoot her a reminding glare and nod, already falling into your role as per agreement. she coolly waves towards the guards who bows and greets her, and ignoring their confused stare towards you, she leads you both towards a familiar looking establishment.

komore teahouse.

"will this suffice?"

you nod fervently.

the sliding door opens and you inwardly scream when you see taroumaru sitting on the welcoming counter, tongue lolling out and tail wagging. as soon as you make eye contact, the canine's tail wags wildly, and before you know it he's already at your feet, bumping his snout against your leg while barking excitedly. this seems to have caught someone else's attention, however.

"hey, what's wrong bud- t-t-the almighty s-shogun?!!"

green jade eyes flit between the purple-haired woman and you, a comically shocked expression permanent on the blond's face as he tries to recompose himself. thoma tries to speak, but he only manages to produce a weird gurgling sound before falling into an embarrassed silence.

"thoma? what's wrong, who is-" a gentle voice enters your ears and its owner steps out from the same room thoma just left from, "ah- the almighty shogun, what a pleasure to meet you here, of all places!"

although ayaka is clearly just as shaken, she manages to bow and mask the surprise in her expression. as expected as the shisaragi himegimi, you mentally praise her in your head. her elegance seems to be amplified by a hundred times now that you're seeing her face-to-face.

"hm. i believe you are… kamisato ayaka and her retainer. does that mean the yashiro commissioner is around too?"

just as beel finishes voicing her question, another figure passes through the door, and your eyes nearly bulge out from their socket, "oh, what a delightful surprise. good morning, shogun. what brings you here this fine morning?"

you resist the urge to scream, bang the floor, and rush to smooch bear-hug all three of them. pure dopamine is pumping within your veins, and you almost feel dizzy from the excitement.

two handsome men and two beautiful ladies. what an absolute treat. you won't be surprised if you end up fainting from all these beauties.

"i am accompanying a friend of mine sightseeing."

"ah. i see," ayato blinks and you feel three pairs of eyes staring at you, "... how curious. i don't think i've seen you before around the city. may i know your name, perha-"

"my companion is rather hungry," beel interjects, "if the teahouse is full, we shall look for another establishment to dine."

"full? oh, dear me, no," ayato flashes a polite smile, "our table has space for two extra people. we would be honored if the raiden shogun herself and her esteemed friend join us for a meal."

"yes, please do join us!" ayaka beams, hands clasped in front of her as a genuine smile spreads on her lips, "we were just celebrating over the end of the endless rain! the weather outside has become so lovely!"

beel shifts on her legs uneasily and glances at you. you understand her silent question instinctively and replies with a small nod.

"hm. very well. i suppose it is a cause of celebration."

"oh- then, i'll uh- order a new batch of hotpot then, heh," thoma springs into action immediately with a sheepish smile, darting towards the kitchen in a hurry after throwing one last glance towards you.

you just have to chuckle at that. were they about to play thoma's favorite game of hotpot again? what dorks…

"then, this way, if you would," ayato gestures towards the room at the very end of the corridor.

you follow him silently alongside beel, and the two siblings wait until their archon and you as her guest are settled comfortably on the empty cushions first before taking their own seats. right. inazuma natives mind their manners more than other nations. gotta remember that.

"so, what is your name, if i may ask?" ayaka stares at you expectantly from her place right across the table from you.

you gulp and turn towards beel, but she's already onto the case.

"their name is [name]."

"[name]? what an unique and beautiful name! you are not from inazuma, then, [name]?"

you shake your head.

"so then, how did you get to inazuma, [name]?" the other sibling inquires, and you think you see a mischievous glint in his soft colored eyes as he continues, "i am very curious about when you arrived and how it is that we haven't seen you around before."

is ayato suspecting your identity? you understand he's well-versed in the game of politics, and therefore he might be more cautious of others in retrospect. although it might have been just one's normal sense of wariness toward strangers, you can't help the nagging feeling that he somehow knows that you're hiding something. but how?

beel sees the way you wring your fingers together and the restless shifting of your legs, and she decides to take things into her own hands. sending a cold glare to the yashiro commisioner, she icily answers the open questions, "[name] is one of the survivors from the fallen nations."

"..... ah," ayato's smile immediately vanishes, and he retracts into a tense pose before regarding you with a solemn look instead, "i apologize. I must have made you uncomfortable. it must have been hard and traumatic… are you alone in inazuma?"

alone…

you nod and smile, to sign that you're not angry with them or anything like that.

ayaka sighs in relief before realizing something, "where are my manners? i am kamisato ayaka, and this is my brother, kamisato ayato. he is the head of the yashiro commision. if you need any help settling into inazuma, please don't hesitate and let us know!"

"indeed. a pleasure to meet you. as ayaka said, we would be more than happy to help you with anything to ensure you're comfortable staying in inazuma. now that the endless rain is no more, hopefully, the sakura trees will soon bloom again. i assure you the scenery will please your eyes."

my eyes are already pleased even now, though - you think in your head as your eyes sweep over ayato's visage. still, you nod with a grin to show your interest in seeing the sakura blooms. the city does look barren without the purplish-pink petals.

"sorry for the wait!" thoma enters the room with a new pot in his hands, and he skillfully swaps the one sitting on the table with the one he just carried into the room, "i'll take this back- does anyone want any additional toppings? oh, and what drinks would you like, almighty shogun and her esteemed guest?"

typical thoma, always so hospitable and attentive! you offer him a thankful smile and shrug when beel gives you a questioning look. she then orders two dango milk and a few desserts that the teahouse offers. you can see the amusement in the siblings' expressions, but they're polite enough to not comment on it.

while thoma is gone for the second time, ayato and ayaka flawlessly carry the interactions, smoothly jumping from one subject to another to keep the awkward silence away. you sit back and relax, listening and absorbing as much information as possible.

the conversation flows even smoother when the pyro wielder returns. he quickly picks up the cue about your 'inability' to talk somehow, and maneuvers around it without making you feel left out. you observe them in awe - even though their personalities remain the same as their in-game self, you can't help but feel like they've matured somehow… an effect from having to deal with the calamities, perhaps?

besides the good company, you're also blown away by the feast on your table. while your tongue is able to recognize some ingredients thrown into the boiling broth, you're also faced with things you've never tasted before. you eagerly munch on at least one bite of everything, wanting to know how they all taste, and while some don't suit your palate, you're fully enjoying the new culinary experience and that's more important to you.

a comfortable lull in conversation settles when all the plates are emptied. clearly, everyone is in some sort of a food coma, including yourself. ayaka notices this and clears her throat, before suggesting for everyone to take a walk to help their bodies digest the copious amount of food you've just devoured. your positive acknowledgment causes beel to agree to tag along, and so this time, you leave komore teahouse with three extra people compared to when you first entered.

naturally, this earns you even more curious onlookers. the raiden shogun herself, the yashiro commissioner, the shisaragi himegimi, her infamous retainer… and then, there's little ol' you. no doubt, to the locals, you're the one odd duckling here.

you try to ignore the weird looks given to you by listening intently to the words spoken by your companions instead.

"it would be lovely if the fog disperses soon, so that the city receives more sunlight."

"that would be nice, wouldn't it? i quite miss the sun. i don't even remember the last time we felt it warming our skin."

"milord, milady, i understand you'll want to bask under the sun the moment we can see it peek through the fog, but please don't forget that your skin burns easily…"

"i never thought i would ever say this but the idea of getting sunburnt sounds like an occasion to be celebrated, given our situation."

"oh dear… well, i warned you, milord…"

"i'm looking forward to when that day comes! oh, perhaps we should start to prepare a plan to reopen the port in ritou, almighty shogun?"

you can see beel pondering over the suggestion with a fleeting smile at the corner of her lips. Regardless of how she still finds change daunting at times, it seems like the idea brings her some sort of joy this time.

"hm. a good suggestion, however, i believe the flood has yet to subside?"

"yes… and it will take some time, i'm afraid," ayato hums, fiddling with the dimmed vision dangling from his waist, "though i still have yet to regain full control over my vision, i can still at least sense that the seawater has yet to abate."

your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. the hydro emblem is barely visible among the faint blue gem. upon closer inspection, the same phenomenon is present on thoma's pyro vision. and the last time you saw jean, you did notice that her anemo vision wasn't shining as bright, too…

huh. what's that about?

"i see. then, it might take several years until ritou can be opened up again. regrettably, we can only wait as nature heals and fixes itself…," beel momentarily glances downwards past the stairs in front of your group, to the edges of water that had taken claim over hanamizaka, "although, we can always start to plan on how we shall rebuild our city. let us discuss this topic at the next tri-commission meeting."

"as you command, shogun."

a pensive silence falls upon your group. a raven soars in the sky above, before settling on a nearby tree. it's a desolate sight - what should have been a blooming sakura tree reduced to empty branches and sickly-looking trunk of wood. the rain might have stopped overnight, but the disaster is far from over.

.....

you're not sure what possesses you when your legs move on their own accord to descend the stone stairs. beel's soft call of your name didn't reach your ears; your eyes are narrowed, focused on the seawater, and you swear you can see ripples forming on it, as if it's shivering with fear.

a step away from the water, you stop.

behind you, beel and the other allogenes watch in awe as the sigil she has ever only seen and described within books and ancient texts manifests behind you - a four-pointed star, cool blue merging with a delicate pinkish hue, sparkling with shimmering white light.

your voice is soft and calm, yet it pulses through the whole city, and carries throughout inazuma across the seas.

"recede."

the ripples stop abruptly. for a moment, everything is still…

... until all of a sudden, the water starts to move in waves, gently retreating back, moving away from the city.

following the sound of wings flapping, a nearby sakura tree suddenly erupts into full bloom, and a breeze of sakura petals burst forth, swirling around you as if asking for forgiveness. you squint from the sudden increase in brightness, and you watch in awe as the sun seems to shine brighter. overhead, the mist starts to disperse rapidly. surprised yells and cheers could be heard throughout the town. after a long period of seemingly ceaseless downpour, narukami island finally receives unhindered rays of sunlight.

footsteps stop right behind you, followed by beel's voice.

"see, your grace?"

you turn back to face the archon. she's looking up at you from her kneeling position with a hand over her chest, adoration in her purple eyes, crackling with electro energy. behind her, in the same position, you see the others mirroring the same stance and countenance, though they don't dare to meet your eyes - ayato with an all-knowing smile, and the other two looking more dazed.

"teyvat rejoices over your return and awaits your wishes."

from the shadows, you never did notice the darkened glares and scornful leers focused upon your form.

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Do you have any advice on any tablets outside of Wacom?

I used Wacom tablets for the majority of my time as a digital artist, so I don't really have many recommendations outside of it. I started using a Huion Kamvas 22 Plus two years ago, but a couple months ago it just randomly stopped working (the screen still works but pen touch does not, even after replacing the cables and pen and re-installing the drivers several times). From what I could dig up, this is apparently a common issue, so if you decide to try out a Huion, I'd recommend maybe a smaller tablet model or something that isn't the 22 Plus specifically. And if you do try Huion, order it from Amazon, not the main site, the main site is a lot slower with delivery turnaround times (I find every time I order from them there it takes them 5-7 business days just to ship the damn thing).

I also use a 4th gen iPad Air for my portable drawing, I got it used at a pawn shop and it still functions like brand new aside from a couple small scratches on the screen. I mostly got it for tattooing so I could change designs on the go but now I have to use it for Rekindled as well until I can get my main PC drawing tablet replaced (and before that I'm replacing the PC itself lol) It works pretty well, the processor can handle quite a bit so if anything, Clip Studio tends to run even smoother on my iPad than it did on my PC (though my PC is kinda shit tier at this point lmao). Only downside is that you'd have to adjust to the "plastic on glass" feeling of the Apple Pencil (though you can get paper-texture screen protectors and different nibs to create a more natural feeling) and the touch commands can and do get in the way often, unlike on my Huion where I can draw freely without it picking up my hand.

Ultimately it's up to what you're looking for in a tablet and what you want to budget for. Always do your research, look up both reviews and crash reports (reddit is helpful for this). Nowadays I use screen tablets but desk tablets are also still pretty good once you get used to the hand-eye coordination barrier, when it comes to screen tablets I personally like to go bigger because it gives me room to draw (I draw from the shoulder and elbow a lot which means I need more room to draw big swooping lines) and I don't tend to order the ones with hotkey buttons because 1.) it's cheaper to get them without and 2.) I prefer using keyboard shortcuts (keyboard with my left hand, drawing with my right).

I'm thinking of trying XP-Pen once it's time for me to replace the Huion, I've also heard good things about them but I'm still doing my research. If I do get one, I'll be sure to make a post about it :' )

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cheapsweets · 3 months

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The assiduous Kengliwa

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge from @maniculum

Was slightly rushed with this one, been trying to get ideas without leaning too hard into what this creature is probably meant to be...

Jinhao shark fountain pen with a fine, hooded nib, with Monteverde Raven Noir ink, over initial pencil sketch.

As ever, reasoning under the cut…

The Kengliwa has three characteristics. The first is that they march in line, each one carrying a grain of corn in its mouth. Those who have none do not say to the others: ‘Give us some of your grain’, but follow the tracks of those who first went out to the place where they find the corn and carry it off to their nest. The Kengliwa’s second characteristic is that when it stores grain in its nest, it divides its supply in two, lest by chance it should be soaked in the winter rains, the seed germinate and the Kengliwa die of hunger. The Kengliwa’s third characteristic is that at harvest time it walks through the crop and finds out by nibbling the ears whether it is barley or wheat. If the crop is barley, the Kengliwa goes to another ear and sniffs it, and if it smells wheat, it climbs to the top of the ear and carries off the grain to its nest. For barley is food for beasts.

Okay, three core characteristics - marches in line, divides grain in two in its nest, and likes wheat, not grain. I can see how if I were to write a bestiary, and especially if I had a handy illustration beside the text, I may also be inclined to focus my writing on the behaviour of this weird critter, rather than its physical description. However, that does not help me work out even remotely what manner of animal the Kengliwa is...

...or does it? Clearly, this is a social animal, that lives in large groups. It's quite risk-averse, but most importantly, it doesn't eat barley, "For barley is food for beasts"...

Silly Kengliwa! Barley is for Beasts!

Now, generalising massively, we can categorise medieval creatures into a number of types; beasts (which live on the land), birds (which generally have feathers, and generally fly, except when they don't), serpents/reptiles (which crawl, including snakes and amphibians), fish (live in the sea) and worms (including insects). We specifically know it isn't a beast (since it turns its tiny nose up at barley), isn't a fish since it's clearly not keen on water, so its a bit of a toss up between serpent, worm or bird. We do know that it lives in a nest though, and you know what else lives in nests? Birds! Bingo!

We don't have any indicator of size, but given that each Kengliwa carries a single grain of wheat in its mouth, I've deduced that they must be pretty small; as amusing as emu-sized critters rampaging through a field would be (for me, not for the farmer...), I don't think that a creature as industrious as a Kengliwa would find carrying a single grain of wheat at a time particularly efficient unless it was pretty tiny!

For the Kengliwa has no knowledge of cultivation; it has no-one to force it do anything; nor does it act under the direction of a master, telling it how to lay in a store of food. Yet it gathers in its harvest from your labours. And although you often go hungry, it lacks for nothing. It has no locked storehouses, no impenetrable security, no piles of supplies which cannot be touched. The watchman looks on at thefts which he dares not prevent, the owner is aware of his losses but takes no revenge. They carry their booty in a black column across the fields, the paths swarming with the convoy as it passes; the grains that cannot be held in their narrow mouths in narrow parts are consigned to their shoulders. The owner of the harvest looks on and blushes with shame at the thought of denying such frugal gains won by such conscientious industry.

I'm getting slightly mixed messages from the author here - the Kengliwa gathers food from others labours, even as they go hungry, but we also have acknowledgement that what it does take is meagre, and we almost have a mote of admiration at the end. If this creature has some kind of religious symbology (and its a medieval bestiary, so changes are, yes...), it's going to be weird...

We also know that it has quite a narrow mouth (which fits with having a beak). I've drawn them carrying the grains on their shoulders/backs (supported in some cases by their wings) when they are making their way through narrow underground tunnels, and beaks when they are outside or maneuvering the grains in their vaults.

We also have a little more details about the colouration... not so useful for me with the (tiny) lineart, but it all helps!

Have a slightly confused looking farmer, observing the Kengwilas as they make off with some grain...

The Kengliwa has also learned to watch out for periods of fine weather. For if it sees that its supplies of corn are becoming wet, soaked by the rain, it carefully tests the air for signs of a mild spell, then it opens up its stores, and carries its supplies on its shoulders from its vaults underground out into the open, so that the corn can dry in the unbroken sunshine. Finally, you will never on any of those days see rain spouted from the clouds, unless the Kengliwa has first returned its supplies of corn to its stores.

Okay, we now know that they keep their grain underground... A bit weird for a bird, but not unknown (we get puffins, burrowing owls, etc, even if some of them do steal burrows from other critters).

Have some underground grain vaults! Note that one of them is higher than the other, so if the nest does get flooded, at least one of the chambers should be okay. I drew the nest in a similar style to the nest of the Rubkawat, though I wonder if these nests are lines more with roots than with twigs...

Yes, I now know more about the difference between wheat and barley than I ever hoped for!

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