#minecraft diaries

[muunless12]

[novawatermelon]

27 layers and I’ve finished Garroth Ro’Meave! I wished I could have made him look a little older than this, but I couldn’t figure it out without making him look middle aged.

[voidthevoidling]

"Don't call me son, your not my mother. My mother was a bitch." Pluribus quote but its with Travis talking about his mother

[marshiiicake]

Ok so I'm rewatching MCD S3 once again as my favorite pastime and ZANE WHAT ARE YOU DOING????

[frickenfaded]

Laurence Zvahl x Fem! Reader 🍋 “Guard-In-Training”

Main Sexual Themes: wax play, orgasm control, impact play

Summary: (Y/n) is a new guard-in-training in Meteli. She was assigned to be an apprentice under the head guard, Laurence. It didn't take long for tensions to rise between the two, especially during a certain sparing session.

<~~^•*•^~~>

The weather in Meteli had been nothing short of beautiful for the past week. It was perfect training weather. (Y/n), full of newfound excitement for her craft, pushed her iron sword into its sheath on her hip. It wasn't any more than a starter sword, but it didn't matter. What mattered was how she used it.

With Lords getting killed left and right, she knew she'd have to be the best. Better than the bastards causing this mess, at least. As she left her house in the village, she took notice of the sun. It was just starting to rise, the morning dew fresh on the grass. The calm croaking of frogs could be heard in the fresh morning air. She had to hurry before she was late. Laurence wouldn't give her any slack. He may be nice, but he had the highest expectations of anyone she had ever met.

She made her way through the empty village, as nobody was up yet. The guard tower wasn't far. She could see him leaning against the wall of the guard tower with his arms crossed, one foot propped up, looking off somewhere in the distance. His long, orange hair blew around in the gentle breeze. He looked the least bit scary, - pretty, even - but to (Y/n) that only made him that much more intimidating. Having spared every day with him this week, she knew what he was capable of. She did her research before getting assigned to him and knew he was one of the best guards in his class.

He smiled once he finally noticed her walking up. "You've gotten better at moving stealthily," he giggled. "I used to could hear you walking up from across the entire village." (Y/n) rolled her eyes. "Let's just go," she replied, placing a hand on her hip. "Woah there. Feisty today, aren't we," he teased.

"Shut up." (Y/n) turned her head away to hide the warm blush creeping up on her face. Laurence pushed himself off the wall, leading the way to the clearing in the swamp where they usually fought. "How'd you sleep?" He asked.

"With one eye open, just like you taught me," (Y/n) smiled happily.

"Good," Laurence said shortly before they reached the clearing. His emerald sword shimmered brightly in the sun. The air was still cool, but it was a little brighter outside. (Y/n) took notice of a bird fishing in the marsh. It was scared off when a loud clang sounded through the trees. (Y/n) shouted as she felt Laurence strike the back of her armor. She pulled her sword and spun around quickly. "Never let your guard down," he advised as their swords collided.

(Y/n) pushed his sword aside with hers before taking another swing. It was dodged with minimal effort. This was the normal routine, and it pissed the apprentice guard off.

Collide. Shove. Strike. Repeat. With none of the strikes landing.

Ten minutes later, (Y/n) was beginning to get winded while Laurence continued to barely move. He wasn't even striking her, just deflecting her moves like always. He noticed her face redden in anger, her hits becoming harder and less precise. Laurence sighed, deflecting her sword and backing away. "You'll never win a battle fighting like that," he declared.

(Y/n) lost her temper, shouting in frustration and throwing her sword against a tree. It bounced off and hit the ground with a soft thud. "You'll need to control that too," he snickered under his breath. "You're one to talk!" She shouted, rolling her eyes. "Okaaay, okay. Calm. Down," he replied, instructing her to take a deep breath. After a moment of silence, she did, his gentle gaze being enough to bring her back down.

"Do you want criticism, or do you want to keep doing what you're doing and lose every fight you're ever in?" He offered. (Y/n) wanted to be offended, to get mad again and tell him off for being so critical, but she didn't. This was her seventh day in a row losing to Laurence, and at this point, she would appreciate some tips; even if it was from the person she was trying to defeat.

"Fine," she gave in. Laurence gave his goofy, charming smile, and (Y/n) couldn't help but smile too. "If you use more of your space, you'll open yourself up to more options. When you stay in one spot, your swings become easily predictable. I barely moved from my spot, because I was waiting for you to move your feet," he explained.

"But how can I do that when you're actively swinging at me?" She complained. "Well, nobody else that you ever fight is going to give you a chance to get a major one-up on them. To successfully deliver a fulfilling blow, you've got to move big and move fast." Laurence walked to the training dummy they had set up at the edge of the clearing.

With great strength, he brought his sword down diagonally and slashed the dummy's shoulder. He then swiftly pulled his sword back, dodged nothing, and swung steadily again. "Like that," he demonstrated.

"You have the strength in you to do this right. I've seen the potential. Focus your energy to the core of your body so you can move fast and with greater stability," he added. (Y/n) stayed quiet, taking in all of this new information. For a moment, she became lost in the way the muscles of his arms flexed when he performed his demonstration.

"Wanna try again?" He offered. (Y/n) shook the arousing image out of her head. "Hey, don't be so down on yourself. You'll get better," he encouraged, thinking she was shaking her head because she was too discouraged to try again. "I- Oh, I-I'm sorry. Yeah, let's go again," she stammered, kicking herself as she did. "Are you okay?" Concern contorted his face. As much as she fought it, she couldn't contain the blistering red from plastering itself across her cheeks.

"Yes. Let's go." She picked her sword up from the ground, and Laurence shrugged, hoping he wasn't too hard on her. (Y/n) took a deep breath and focused her mind on what he told her.

She spun around, bringing her sword over her head and clashing it with Laurence's. She wasn't about to let him catch her off guard again even though he most certainly tried. "Good," he briefly grunted as (Y/n) slung his sword aside.

'Move your feet'

She shuffled to the left. Laurence struck back at her for the first time ever. She managed to jump back and dodge.

'Move fast'

She quickly ran at him, aiming her strike towards the side of his waist. His shield knocked it to the side as he thrusted his sword to her chest. She ducked, moving again.

'Move big'

As Laurence went in for another swing, (Y/n) threw her leg across her body in a hard kick. Her foot vibrated as she felt it make contact with the sword.

It clambered into the dirt.

She squealed and threw her sword to the ground. Before either of them knew what was happening, her arms were thrown around his neck excitedly. She immediately backed away, flustered. "I-I'm so sorry. I just got excited and- yeah, I really didn't mean to—"

Laurence laughed. "It's alright, I promise." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't get too excited though. You'll have to work harder next time. I was still going easy on you," he winked.

"We'll see about that," she said bashfully. Laurence picked up his sword, sheathing it. "Are you ready to head back? Villagers will be waking up shortly, so we should really start our patrol soon," he reasoned. As she picked up her sword too, she felt a little sad. Now that she had made some leeway they were just going to stop. "Yeah, I guess," she shrugged.

"I know. I was once in your shoes. We will come back out here tomorrow, don't worry," he assured, giving that same smile he managed to keep. (Y/n) always admired him for his steady charm. Even when Meteli's old Lord passed, he still managed to keep spirits high.

They wordlessly started walking back to the village. It was now becoming hot outside, much to their dismay.

"So, do you have someone special in your life?" (Y/n) suddenly asked.

Laurence nearly flinched at the sudden personal question.

"That's not something you really need to know," he answered dryly.

"Oh, c'mon. It doesn't always have to be business between us. Since when did you care about business anyway," (Y/n) rolled her eyes at his attitude.

"Hey! I am a professional," he retorted, placing a dramatic hand to his chest.

"Yeah, tell that to the traveling women that visit Meteli," (Y/n) mocked, now laughing at him. It was his turn to blush. He sighed, defeated.

"I don't have anyone. Not like that, at least," he gave in.

"You mean to tell me the Great Oh-So-Handsome Laurence of Meteli doesn't have anyone special in his life?" (Y/n) poked curiously. "No need to rub salt in the wound," he side-eyed her.

"Okay, but why?" She asked, genuinely curious. It's not like he didn't get attention in that way. She had seen the way women had gawked over him, especially the traveling women he flirted with.

"You think any of those girls I flirt with actually care about me?" He laughed. "Don't worry, the feeling is reciprocated. It's really just a hobby."

"So flirting with random women is just a pastime to you?" (Y/n) looked at him with judging eyes. "I like to think of it as an art." She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time.

"Well, if you were interested in someone, how would you want them to make it known?" She inquired. He raised an eyebrow at her. "What a specific question," he thought aloud. "Not really. If you're tired of girls not making meaningful effort after you also don't, then what do you want them to do?" (Y/n) reasoned.

"Well," he thought for a moment. "I've always fantasized about a woman making the first move. Mainly because I'm so used to doing it. It would be an interesting change, and it would make me feel inclined to care more about how they feel at the end of the day," he answered as if he considered this often. Now that (Y/n) thought about it, on patrols it seemed as if he tested every girl he came across just to see if they would take a chance.

"What about you?" He asked, breaking her from thought.

"Me? What about me?"

"Yeah, don't you have someone waiting for you to finish training back home?" He questioned. She glanced around awkwardly.

"I don't really have a home. I was out one day, away from the village, harvesting berries. When I came back, everyone was.. well, dead. I never knew what happened. Still don't. I couldn't find the Lord of the village, and my family and friends were all dead. Naturally, I ran away and joined the guard academy," (Y/n) explained. She wasn't so sure that she should be telling him such things about her past, but she felt as though she could trust him.

"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that," Laurence said sincerely, failing to meet her eyes after knowing he made things a little awkward. "You're always welcome here, y'know. You could stay here after you graduate," he offered.

After a long moment, "I'll consider it."

<~~^•💋•^~~>

"Hey, I'm not that bad, am I?" Laurence laughed as they approached the guard tower. "You're more than 'not bad'," (Y/n) muttered under her breath. "What was that?" He asked as they entered the guard tower, him leading the way. It didn't take long to figure out that they were alone, and (Y/n) stealthily locked the door behind them. She was willing to take a chance.

"A-Actually, I was just explaining that.. I've never felt quite like this before. About anyone," she felt herself blush again as she spoke, hanging her sword and shield on the equipment rack.

"(Y/n)?" Laurence spoke quietly yet not quite at a whisper.

'Move your feet'

She looked him in the eyes, walking closer to him. He had just finished putting his equipment away as well.

(Y/n) approached the red head with newfound confidence. If she was going to choose Meteli, she needed Laurence to choose her. Otherwise she would resort to becoming a vagabond. She couldn't bring herself to stay here and watch him love another. She saw a certain slant of light hit his eyes as she came closer.

'Move fast'

His entire body froze as (Y/n) smashed her lips onto his, her hands in his soft hair, pushing him impossibly closer. Their bodies connected, electricity rushing through the both of them. Fear started to overcome (Y/n) until she realized something. He wasn't pulling away. He was kissing back.

'Move big'

(Y/n) pulled his hair with both hands and a loud groan left his body, his hands on her hips. He turned his head to the side, breaking their kiss. (Y/n), scared, eyes searching his face, wondered if she took it too far. He smirked.

"You're not going to get very far in this," he said, thumping her iron chest plate, the sound dull and daring.

She breathed a ragged sigh of relief, happy that this wasn't ending anytime soon. They both made quick work of their armor, loudly throwing it in a pile in the corner of the room. He even removed his white and gold over garment, leaving him in his black shirt that was underneath.

Laurence took a moment to take in her figure. He had never seen her without armor. Her cotton button-up shirt was tucked neatly into her skin tight pants. While she didn't entirely intend for her outfit to be 'sexy' when she got dressed today, her clothes undeniably hugged her body in all the right places. For a moment, he didn't even want to take them off her, but that didn't last long.

"What are you waiting for? I made the first move, didn't I?" (Y/n) said as if it should be obvious. "Before we continue, are you absolutely positive?"

She marveled at the way his black jeans clung to his hips. His shirt was fitted just enough to define his waist and highlight his muscular chest. "Oh, I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

"How about a safe word, then?" He asked. "You seem to be far more nervous than me. Are you sure you want this?" (Y/n) narrowed her eyes warily at the man. He hummed, slowly slinking his lean body towards her. He backed her into the wall, his forearm resting beside her head. His hand snaked to her waist like it never left.

"You have no idea the thoughts that are running through my head right now," he growled in her ear with eyes that gleamed with newfound lust.

"I-Irene," she stammered out under his piercing, unrelenting gaze. He looked confused for a moment. "That's my safe word," she clarified – it was, for some reason, the only word that would come to mind – to which a smug look crossed his face. "You sure you wanna choose that one? After all, I'll have you saying her name in vain before too long," he teased, his hand caressing her cheek, the grungy tone he used sending sparks through her muscles. Her breath suddenly hitched when he pushed his knee between her legs.

'Say something. Anything.' She thought.

"I dare you."

He growled, leaning his face closer. His hand began unbuttoning her shirt with ease. She couldn't help but believe he had done this before, even though he hadn't. Her chest heaved with anticipation. Her body grew warmer with the pressure on her crotch and his hand getting lower and lower down her torso.

Her mind grew restless.

His hand lingered over her skin as he moved from button to button.

She could feel his breath against her neck. Her skin cried out for more, her back giving her away by slightly arching off the wall. Laurence was struggling between dragging this out until she begged for him or completely ravishing her aching body right here and now.

Shamelessly, she started to grind against his thigh. His soft lips met the tender skin of her neck. Heads tilted separate ways to ensure access. Fingers gingerly untucked his shirt and explored the tight muscles underneath. He felt her breast through her bra while her hands couldn't agree on one place to stay.

She gasped, grinding harder as he nipped at her sensitive skin. The short, silent laugh he let out against her sent a shiver down her spine. She tugged at his belt, wishing it were never there in the first place, as his hand had its way with her other breast.

"You're sexy," he whispered in her ear. "You haven't even seen all of me yet," she winked. All he could manage was a clever smile as he remembered the candles burning on the wall were made of shea butter. Safe for skin.

He reached far along the wall and grabbed a shorter, fat candle. The flame flickered wildly between the two. It remained upright as he tilted the candle sideways. The wax slowly dribbled onto the top of (Y/n)'s chest. He watched as it rolled between her breasts. Once all of the melted wax from the candle was poured out, Laurence put it back on the wall before pressing her breasts together, successfully smearing the warm liquid across both of them.

He hummed with satisfaction at the sight. Meanwhile, (Y/n) had finally removed the belt and was undoing his jeans. She could feel his erection pressing taut against his pants, begging for any sort of stimulation. Laurence reached over to the weapon rack and picked up a small dagger. Before she knew it, he placed his lips on hers, feeling much more heated and charged since they first kissed just moments ago.

Laurence, with great skill and precision, scraped the hardened wax off slowly. Thin curls of wax stuck to the blade, falling to the floor when too much caked to it. (Y/n) fought her way deeper into his mouth. Their tongues struggled against each other as if they were back in the swamp sparring.

With the wax removed and the dagger returned, Laurence pulled away. "You seem uncomfortable in these clothes. How about we get rid of them?" He winked, tugging her shirt down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. "Only if yours goes too," she said, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

She immediately drank in the sight of his perfectly sculpted body. He seemed to be a Greek statue carved by a great, ancient artist. After an over confidently failed first attempt, he unclasped her bra and it joined the shirts on the floor.

He took a breast into his hand once more and attempted to taste it, but was, to his great dismay, stopped. "Not until these awful pants are gone," (Y/n) demanded. "I thought you liked these pants with the way you were staring earlier," he bragged. "I have a feeling I'll like what's underneath even better." She caught him blush brilliantly at her words.

He didn't reply. Instead, he took a step back and slowly grabbed his pants and underwear at his waist and pulled them down until he could easily step out. He stood before her completely naked, and (Y/n) squirmed longingly at the sight. "Your turn," he smiled with anticipation.

Instead of facing him, (Y/n) actually turned to face the wall, pulling her pants down slower than he did. She flaunted her ass, bending at the waist to step out of her pants. Not a moment sooner, Laurence pushed her against the wall again, his erection grinding against the small of her back. His hand came down on her plush skin with a sharp sting.

"Fuck-" she moaned heatedly. He attached his lips (and teeth) to her neck again, hitting her ass several times over. As the burning sensation grew, so did her desire for him. He reached around her waist, his fingers connecting with her clit. Nerve impulses fired throughout her body, and she couldn't help but to press her ass harder against his waist.

"Needy, aren't we?" He giggled teasingly in her ear. "Fuck you," she managed to grunt out amidst the pleasure she was feeling below her stomach. "Mmm, that's not how you were using that word seconds ago," he purred, nipping gently at her ear. "Aghh! Just fuck me already, Laurence!" She said a little louder than she probably should have.

"Now we're getting somewhere. That's my favorite use of the word so far," he kissed her cheek. After coating his dick in a mixture of spit and precum, he slid it through her folds. He groaned at how undeniably soaked she was. Slowly, he pushed himself in, his breath now deeper and heavier against her shoulder than it had been this whole time. She clung to the wall at a desperate attempt to steady herself, whimpering as she adjusted to his size.

He didn't know anything about her previous sex life, nor if she had one at all. Just in case, he cared enough to give her time to get used to the sensation. However, it didn't take long before she whined. Her hips shifted different ways, pulling him in and introducing new angles.

He began to give her what she wanted, his pace slow at first. His hand was still circling her clit, the other clasped onto her breast. Her face fell flush with the wall while her hips, with a mind of their own, roughly met his harder than he was even thrusting. She felt desperate. Wild. The pressure was steadily building along with Laurence's pace. Neither faltered. Both doubling in intensity by the second. He slapped her ass repeatedly, his hands gripping the skin and squeezing each time. It felt as though he was using it to pull her deeper if that were even possible.

It wasn't long before his pace was set. Hard. Fast. Ruthless.

And her hips followed. The pressure she felt was waiting, about to break. She couldn't stop herself, completely out of control. Completely vulnerable. Her only drive and motive that remained was releasing the build up that was nearing its peak. "O-Ohh my Irene!" She couldn't control the ungodly moan that left her lips.

Laurence stopped, pulled out completely, and stepped back, hands in the air by his shoulders. The expression on his face couldn't be filled with any more arrogance. (Y/n) suddenly felt cold and stiff at his absence. She turned around quickly, tears of withheld pleasure threatening to spill any moment. "You said the word," he defended, although secretly begging this wouldn't actually be the end.

"NO! Please!" She couldn't control herself as she yelled, completely lust driven. "If you don't fuck m–" she started to shout louder, but Laurence, knowing he had to do something quick, rushed to her and shoved her back into the wall as his hand clasped over her mouth. He hoisted her up where her legs could wrap around his waist. Her hand found her clit before he could, and knowing she would know what felt best before he figured it out, he let her. He slammed unforgivingly back into her cunt, gripping desperately at her shoulder with one hand, the other tugging at her hair the best he could. Her hand clung to his back as if letting go meant she would never see him again.

His hand remained pressed against her face. "Let me hear those sounds, baby, they'll be muffled now," he encouraged, keeping his brutal pace. The indiscernible moans flowed freely into his hand as she chased her high, and it didn't take much to find it again.

"Holy fucking shit," he cursed when she crashed over her peak at full force, convulsing uncontrollably, her body tense and shaking as her pussy milked his dick. He couldn't last any longer, and while he was able to fuck her through her high, he couldn't remain. He pulled out at the very last moment, wishing he didn't have to, and groaned through his closed lips. His head tilted back, as his sperm shot out with every contraction and landed on their torsos.

They took a moment, panting heavily, before kissing each other slow and lovingly. He lowered her down to the floor. "So.. does this mean you'll stay?" He smiled brightly, brushing the messy strands of hair that were stuck with sweat to her face behind her ear.

"As long as you forget that stupid code word. I don't even want one," she grumbled. "Then welcome to Meteli," Laurence laughed, sealing the deal with a long kiss.

Afterwards, he found a spare shirt to clean them up with. It took a short while, but they got decent enough to start their patrol, even though they were late. As they left the guard tower, Kenmur stood nearby, red-faced, and briefed Laurence on a new issue happening within the village.

AN: This one was so fun to write. Let me know what you think! 💚

[miraculousninja-345]

So apparently i forgot to share but this is an old comic page i made after watching MCD for the first time!

[heatlamp420]

He has two arms