Practice sketch animation for my class. I think I’m learning things
If you see me sobbing it’s because I’m thinking of the implications
In the Firelight
Day 7 of Jaskier Whump Week 2023
Pairing: Jaskier/Reader
Prompts: Anxiety
Reader Gender: Non-Binary
CW: Hurt/Comfort, fear of fire, cold weather, anxiety, trauma, and healing
Word Count: 475
Summary: After what happened in Oxenfurt, Jaskier is anxious around fire. Unfortunately, the cold forced him to face his fear.
Post S2 E8
A/N: I set this in Bēstiārium, but you don’t have to know anything about that story for context
Tags: @jaskierwhumpweek @zana999
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In the books, wouldn't have half the problems if Geralt understood the concept of polyamory
Lots of love for this it looks so fantastic
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( @ask-smol-canada )
//i tried staying true to your colours but ended up having to change them a bit ;;
//either way here he is!
For those of you who haven't watched Nimona yet, this is all you need to know about the movie
𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝ɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪssᴇᴅ?❞
❝ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴇᴡ..❞
❝ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪss? ᴡʜʏ?❞
❝sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ꜰᴏᴏʟɪsʜ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ.. ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ʏᴏᴜ.❞
ꜰᴀʟsᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ⁀➷ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴘᴏᴄ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝
˗ˏˋ𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮 (𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜ˎˊ˗
𝗢𝗥
˗ˏˋ𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙮 (𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚) (𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚)'𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 ˎˊ˗
⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ⏝ ୨୧ ⏝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝
꒰ fluff, angst, comedy ꒱
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Prologue
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII
Chapter XXIX
Chapter XXX
[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] [𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]
DOB: [your birthday]
Age: 21 —> 24 —> 27
Height: [your height]
Weight: [your weight]
Place of birth: [home country]
Likes: being right, reading, killing nobles, Josephine, [home country]
Dislikes: William, men, being wrong (but she never is)
Currently [as of post time-skip] : ???
Worries: that she has set standards for herself to be too high to the point she feels she can't achieve her 'perfect' perception of herself. She also worries that the rest of the Moriarty group view her as incompetent due to her sex.
been having an ace phase lately. a phace, if you will
❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎
༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧
cw & summary: law eats you out ;)
word count: ~700
note: yes, you can also find this fic here: eating you out headcanons but i wanted to post them individually 'cause they're long enough & i had different titles for each of them!
The wall you’re pressed against is cold against your bare back, nearly making your teeth rattle in your skull. But the contrast is stark as your captain's tongue, hot and wet to the touch as it grazes down your skin, makes up tenfold for the frigidity of the submarine corridors.
Law kneels before you with a reverence that sends a thrill coursing through your veins. His uncharacteristically vulnerable position at your feet is a sight that leaves you breathless, his grey irises locked onto your doe-eyed gaze with undeniable intensity.
But it's not just the ferocity of his gaze that sets your heart racing; it's the way his lips and tongue trail down your bare skin with a deliberate tenderness that contrasts starkly with the coldness of the submarine walls. Each kiss is more delicious than the last, leaving you rolling your hips, unapologetically aching for more.
You can feel the goosebumps rising in response to his ministrations, the contrast between the frigid air and the warmth of his touch sending shivers racing across your skin.
As Law's kisses descend lower, a primal need surges through you, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation.
"Law," you whimper, your voice filled with longing, abandoning all dignity.
The doctor's smirk is teasing, his white, toothy grin shining faintly in the dimly-lit corridor.
“Tell me what you want,” he rasps, “Use your words.”
“You, please-”
And then, he does something new, lifting your leg up by your thigh to rest on his shoulder, leaving you standing on one shaky leg. The sudden movement leaves you gasping for breath, your body arching towards him instinctively as he opens you up completely to his touch.
The vulnerability of the position only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment, your senses ablaze with both vulnerability and desire. You suck in your breath sharply, biting your lip in a futile attempt to stifle the moan that threatens to escape your lips as Law begins to kiss closer to your aching cunt.
Your breaths turn ragged as he finally nuzzles his head between your legs, locking eyes with you as his tongue meets your slick folds with a meticulous stripe. You lean your head back against the wall as you mewl out moans of pleasure, a shiver travelling up and down your spine as your limbs become tingly with need. You can already feel your leg beginning to shake as it dangles over his tattooed shoulder, making a deep blush rush to your cheeks.
Law is undeterred, however, your squirms only aiding his urge to please you.
You manage a weak whine, your hands tangling in his unruly black hair as you urge him on. His tongue is hot and expertly skilled, and you simply can’t deny yourself the pleasure of grinding against it as he kneels before you.
“Yeah?” he groans against your slit before flicking his tongue back and forth, “This how you like it?”
"Mm-mhmm," you manage to whimper, confirming his question.
His mouth meets your clit with a few gentle sucks as he raises your leg higher, granting himself with more access to your needy entrance.
His tongue is relentless, exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh with expertise. He idly shakes his head back and forth, his tongue dancing along your folds in a phenomenal rhythm.
With each stroke, each caress, he pushes you closer and closer to the edge, goosebumps erupting all over your skin until you're teetering on the brink of your orgasm, ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure at his command.
Your moans grow louder and more desperate with each passing moment, filling the dimly-lit corridor with the symphony of your pleasure.
Doubling his efforts, Law’s eyes meet yours with a dark, hungry gaze that sucks the air from your lungs,
"Let go for me,” he groans into you, “Let me take you there."
My body may be gone, but not my love
#Arattaki itto #gorou #klee #genshin impact #ittos massive honkers own my life #someone please let me hug gorou #i need it # this is my official petition to give Klee headpats