Let's see...... I draw anime and I write fanfictions. That's about it
Seto Kaiba x Reader
Original Series Idea
Sins and Virtues
America x Pregnant!Reader - Painting The paintbrush danced across the white canvas in an erratic movement. It was unpredictable. I didn't even know where it was going. It twirled up then down, then looped and tied the knot with the other stroke on the canvas. Dipping the paintbrush into the paint, I held up the brush and watched the thick liquid drip slowly before bringing it back to the canvas. The dance began again, up and down the page. Right to left. Corner to corner. No white could be seen after the brush's unpredictable dance.America x Pregnant!Reader - Painting by ~AnnaMayZee
Sighing, I leaned back and studied my work before me. I was hardly done. Looking down at my extended, bare belly, I smiled and ran a painted hand over it, "I still have so much to do."
I paused, not exactly expecting a reply. Sighing again, I looked up at the ceiling fan, which spun at an incredible speed. I couldn't could the blades. It was so hot in this Californian house. My (h/c) hair stuck to my face from sweat and my already smudged eyeliner was worst than before. I eas
Talking Clean: Levi x ReaderTalking Clean: Levi x Reader by ~drunkkyo
WARNING: Dirty talking that makes my head spin in regret.
The empty halls of the head-quarters began to flood with squads and scouts as they inquired chit chats with each other before dinner, where they'd devour what they could, and then suddenly disappear for a rejuvenating slumber afterwards. You gave a few acknowledgements, head nods if you will, and a few smiles until you reached the far end of the hall, where no one really dared walk past.
It was Lance Corporal Levi's office, and you really never quite understood the anxiety pangs that'd hit people as they'd knock on his door or walk near it. Because, really, you had a bad habit of just barging in, and when you did, he already knew it was going to be a special invigorating squad leader.
And so as your usual act of invasion, your fingers curled around the golden knob, flickering your attention to a couple of bystanders, who stared back at you in something that resembled nothing bu