#trenya

Irasutoya styled art (his name is now Aren)

New OC (Their name is Hanna. They're Filipino-Japanese)

The bruised doll from that one Japanese commercial

Sunny (*＾▽＾*)

AU where Paz Survives and lives with Quiet

Renders i made on Prisma 3D.

Another OC art to finish this art dump!

My gift for the FFXV Small Secret Santa event is a short 1-page-comic for @trenya ^ ^ hope you like it ! (read left to right)

(also tagging @agi92, @faierius, and @domesticfluffsimulator)

So I kind of cut this one short because this wasn’t supposed to be smutty. Apologies if it ends kind of abruptly! 

World of Ruin. Daemon Hunter Iris. Lesbians. 

Cindy + Iris = “Catch me if you can.”

Word count: 655

Not every night – or what they assumed to be night anymore –was wrought with misery. While it was true that most times the situation wasgrim, and any headway towards protecting everyone who was left was somehowalways overshadowed by the fact that there was so much lost. It was a viciouscycle, one that had become routine if anything in these last eight years, butsomehow, they all managed to keep going.

In Lestallum, though overcrowded, everyone managed to keeptheir heads up. Sure, it was an adjustment, and it seemed hopeless sometimes,but there was something most everyone could agree upon in some way: music. Andthat was exactly what had drawn Cindy there in the first place. Well, andrelocating Paw-paw for good, or at least until the king brought the light back.But he was settled, for now, talking animatedly with Ignis and Talcott aboutthings that didn’t concern her. She’d get the cliff notes later, but for now,she was on a mission.

Dark eyes caught hers in the crowd, and Cindy felt a shiverrace up her spine. Base pumped through the speakers – and she had half a mindto scold them all for wasting the energy that those glaives worked so hard tobring back to them – but not even she could be bothered. Not tonight. She tookseveral steps into the crowd, maneuvering around men and women alike as theydanced without care. This scene wasn’t exactly her favorite, but in the worldof ruin, she would accept any means of escape.

She blinked, and the gaze had moved further into the fray.They taunted her, surrounded by long lashes as black as night. The girl, abrunette she knew, had had the pleasure of tasting before, licked her red lipsand smirked, a silent dare. 

‘Catch me if you can.’

Ultimately, it was an empty goad, but Cindy, never one toback down from a challenge, gave chase, and weaved through the masses to thebeat of the track. How in the world she got tangled up in this girl, his slayerof daemons, she’d never know, but Iris always left her damp, and thirsting formore.

Finally, there was a break, and Cindy slipped through,fingers itching through gloved hands to touch this killer woman in blackleather and boots. Iris slid into her, backside pressed to her chest, and handsimmediately finding their way to the golden curls on her head. Oh, how she hadmissed this, missed the feeling of the other girl against her body. A part ofher felt dirty for falling into the trap of a girl so much younger thanherself, but Cindy liked the games Iris played.

“You caught me,” Iris giggled, and Cindy felt the words morethan heard them. “Now what?” The music drove them to move as one, and Cindycouldn’t help the wandering skim of her hands over her smaller breasts or thedrag of leather on bare skin as she gripped her hips. The world might beending. They might be wasteful. They might even be a little careless, buttonight, it didn’t matter. Tonight, they danced like it was their time.

“That’s up to you, Darlin’,” she teased in response, and herlips caught the shell of the other girls’ ear, leaving Iris to arch and pressher ass into her further. It was all the invitation Cindy needed, and shesubtly grazed her hand up her skirt.

“Whatever you want,” the hunter sighed against her neck. “Ijust want you.”

It was Cindy’s turn to giggle, and the irony of thesituation wasn’t lost on her. Iris might have allured her, wound her around herpinky, but Cindy was the one really pulling all the strings on this girl. Suchcontrol was a terrible thing to waste. After all, she had caught her.

Now, she would take her as her treat.

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Older!Noctis x Reader: 54. “Why did you say ‘Daddy’ in your sleep?”

“Sorry,baby, but it’s time to wake up.”

The voice wasso familiar and warm, it made you purr and your lips curl into a smile. Was ita dream? You felt pretty hot, but content. Maybe it was just all those blanketsyou had been napping under.

Noctis’slaugh permeated your mind, the sweet sound cooing to open your eyes. It hadbeen a good nap.

“Morning,sleepyhead,” Noctis said with a chuckle. His blue eyes held a playful glint ashe regarded your drowsy appearance.

“Whaaa–at?”you yawned, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

The grin onthe king’s face widened into a knowing, a teasing one.

“Why didyou say ‘daddy’ in your sleep?” He sounded reallycurious.

An instantflush of heat rose to your cheeks, spreading all the way up to your ears. Youremembered what you had dreamed about… It was a good dream, but not one youwere eager to explain to your boyfriend.

“Nothing,”you replied quickly.

“Come on,you can tell me… or should I say, ‘tell to daddy.’” Noctis’s grin was insufferable.

“NoctisLucis Caelum, I swear to Gods–” you yelped, but he silenced you with a kissto the corner of your lips.

“I’m just teasingyou… Unless you really want to.”

You rolledyour eyes to the ceiling. “Bite me.”

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