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kairiscorner · 11 months

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Helloo, can I request Miguel with an artist reader who draws him a lot? 👉👈 Like the reader has a secret crush on Miguel and he inspires them a lot, without even knowing it. And maybe there's a Gwen-and-Miles-like-situation where Miguel by accident discovers the drawings of him in their sketchbook?

AAAAAAAA ANON THIS IS SO CUTE !! tbh i wanted to finish the miggy fic i had for ate @binibinileonara bc i wanted to connect these two together, BUT I COULDN'T RESIST, I'LL MAKE IT SEPARATE BC WHY NOT !! thank you for the lovely idea btw (i also had an idea like this actually in my notes) THANKS FOR GIVING ME THE OOMPH TO DO IT !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you always had this desire to capture all that interested you in its full beauty, in its unbridled greatness. that was, to you, the essence of all your art pieces; they always reflected how you saw the world, how you saw nature, how you saw people.

you never believed people had one or two faces to them, you believed people were multi-faceted, that every person was a kaleidoscope of beauty, skills, quirks, flaws, fears, hopes, and dreams. you loved capturing every bit of people who intrigued you the best you could, and you hoped that if you stood back and admired the big picture that was them, going over the details and fibers that made each person their own–from the good, bad, pretty and ugly details–you would finally see the whole, uncut image of the person you were illustrating; who you were painting in the colors you saw them in, the colors that stuck with you and filled the empty canvas of your mind with all sorts of shapes and splotches of hues and shades that formed the image of them when their name would come to mind.

and for some reason... that person to you right now was miguel o'hara. you had a lot of things to say about him, even words that many would argue don't exist. you felt a myriad of feelings when you were around miguel, and you knew there was more than just the dictating leader miguel that everyone was familiar with. like all people, miguel, too, was an explosion of different kinds of colors to you–colors that only you could see, because when he was around you... he was more than just the cool, calm, and collected boss everyone saw him as.

he was much more caring, much more funny around you. his smile when you told him a funny story illuminated a bright yellow and a warm orange to you–his eyes would twinkle and you'd see the hazelnut brown in his eyes, and a shade of what appeared to be coffee brown at the bottom of his irises. he exuded a commanding aura, a dark, cool blue–but when paired with you, and only you, he exuded a bright red; a color of fiery passion, intimacy, and most of all... attraction.

he was the subject of your affections, you, the soulful and emotional artist that admired him and all that he was from afar and up close. you admired the way he held your hand when you were scared on a few missions, you admired how gently he held you when you two were caught between a rock and a hard place; and how soft and loving his eyes were when they gazed at you. you knew he might have felt a platonic kind of love for you, what with being so comfortable around you and all, but you felt a different kind of love for him–and you hated denying your creative side the indulgence of capturing him in all his beauty.

hence, you began slowly filling the empty spaces of your sketchbooks and notebooks, or whatever other papers lay around when inspiration struck you, with images of him and only him. you caught his face in moments where he was nonchalant, disappointed, angry, grumpy, and... smiling.

when you witnessed his smile for the first time when you met him, that image was burned into your retinas, into your mind, into your heart. you saw that smile from the minute you went to bed to the minute you woke up, the only thing that saddened you was that you could never hold that man who smiled at you and made your heart beat a little faster–you could only watch him and be with him at a distance. but art was the bridge between you two that'd close that distance you wanted to cover so, so badly.

you did, at times, believe what you were doing was... a little creepy. you refused to let anyone see your sketchbooks even before you drew him, and that was out of embarrassment at your drawings. but now, it was a new kind of embarrassment, a feeling adjacent to guilt and disgust at how nobody but he could fill your mind and have you wanting to keep him in your mind by feeding yourself, indulging yourself in putting him on paper and coloring him in; to be with him at a closer perspective than how you two were in the real world.

you had to admit it–seeing him constantly in your mind, wanting to let thoughts of him out on paper as you wanted to be through with imagining him, but knew you couldn't the more and more you portrayed him–it meant you... wanted him. you really, really loved him.

you knew nobody should know, nobody had to know about this little crush you had on miguel. you'd rather die than have someone peek at your sketchbook that was filled with all kinds of drawings of him. but unfortunately, the man himself bore witness to your caricatures and illustrations of him when you left your sketchbook at his office.

you ran as quickly as you could, praying he hadn't opened it out of curiosity. he was always asking you what you were up to, and you'd immediately shut your sketchbook and laugh awkwardly, claim you were merely doodling. you always left out the part that you were constantly drawing him, and only ever him; and now, he'd find out.

as you entered his office, scouring with your eyes for your sketchbook, a figure emerged from the darkness behind you and gave a slight cough. "this is yours, isn't it?" that low, fluid voice was none other than miguel's. you turned around in fear of what he was going to look like–would any of the faces you drew seeing him as be one of the faces you'd see?

to your surprise... no. he had a different, completely new face that you had never drawn him in; a flustered state. he was blushing, his angled cheeks and high nose bridge were covered in a pink-red hue–and he was grinning. he handed you the sketchbook with a now sheepish smile. "i'm sorry, i wasn't sure if it was yours. i had to... look through for a name. and, um... it was very–" he wanted to continue, but then, he saw you were on the verge of tears.

"i'm... sorry..." you muttered, feeling incredibly ashamed of yours and busted for having indulged in drawing him without him knowing. guilt stirred in your stomach and elicited tears to well up in your eyes. miguel smiled, and as his eyebrows curved upwards together to form a look of reassurance, he placed both hands on your shoulders.

"listen, you have a wonderful talent. i'm sorry if you don't hear that enough, but that changes today. i'm so... wow, i'm so flattered you thought i was good enough to be drawn that way. it feels... amazing, to know an artist sees me fit to be their, what would you call it?" he asked as he wiped a tear rolling down your cheek away from you.

"a... muse." you whispered, wiping the rest of your tears away. miguel chuckled. "right, a muse." he said as he inched closer to you, with the sweetest smile on his face. "i might sound really crazy right now, but... i want to be your muse. i really, really want to be your muse." he said, with emphasis on 'your'.

your face lightened up as the tears that welled up gave your eyes a glassy look, and you saw the blush on his deepen as you became more and more flustered. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his chest, pulling him in for an embrace you needed to release. "and i want to be your artist. only yours." you whispered, to which miguel reciprocated your hug. and it was here that you witnessed him in a new color, a pinkish, reddish hue that made you feel all kinds of happiness and excitement.

a love meant to be captured and painted in with bursts of emotion and care for one another.

a/n: I'M SO SORRY IF IT DIDN'T COME OUT THAT WELL NGL I MADE THIS A LITTLE RUSHED 😭😭😭 BUT I LOVE MIGGY HERE PLSSS AND I HOPE Y'ALL LOVE HIM HERE, TOO <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spidersona

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win-writes · 1 year

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༶ pairing; jouno x reader

༶ contains; suggestive themes, fluff, lots of kisses, cuddles, cute little pillow talk with jouno♡

༶ word count; 958

This moment felt just right. You're laying your head over your lover's shoulder, sitting up in your shared bed. Your naked bodies are tangled together, enjoying each others warmth. You hold his hand, tenderly playing with his fingers, while his other hand is softly playing with your hair.

You're lost in your thoughts, something that of course doesn't go unnoticed by Jouno "What is it my love?", he asks breaking the comfortable silence, "Is something bothering you?"

You rise your head up to look at him. A sad smile takes over your lips as your hand softly caresses his face "It's kind of stupid, but can I ask you something?"

Jouno moves your hand to his lips, kissing your palm "Baby you can ask me anything, you know that" you stare at him with eyes full of love, taking in every little detail of his pretty face

"Do you remember what colors look like?"

Jouno couldn't help the little laugh that escaped his lips at the sound of your question, "Out of all things, you're worried I don't know what colors look like?" you pout at his response, crossing your hands "I knew it was a stupid question, but you don't have to laugh!"

You bring your locked hands closer to you and start drawing random little patterns with your free hand on the back of Jouno's palm, "I'll start with blue then" you announce as you lean your head on his shoulder once again "Blue is the color of the sky and the sea.. It's also the color of sadness" you feel Jouno's thumb slightly tickling your hand, by drawing circles on it, letting you know he's listening.

Jouno turns your face to meet his and without a warning, he presses his lips against yours into a gentle kiss "But you're so cute when you're embarassed" he whispers into your lips "Why don't we play a game, hm?" he backs up a few inches "You'll describe colors to me and maybe it'll help refresh my memory"

You take his hand into your own, slowly interlocking your fingers together "Promise you won't make fun of me again?" he leans his face closer to yours, leaving another sweet kiss on your cheek "I promise my love, I won't"

"Then we have red" you continue without letting go off his hand "Red is the color of our blood. It symbolizes love but rage as well.." You turn your face to look at him "It's also the color of your tips" you smile as you gently hold some of the red tips of his hair, twirling them around your fingers. He gives you a warm smile "What about yellow?"

You take a moment to yourself, carefully considering your answer. You take another look at his sweet face, settling your hands on each side of his frame. Jouno leaned into the familiar warmth of your palms that he loved so much. You kissed his forehead before replying "You are green" in a low tone, like a secret that only he was meant to hear.

"Yellow.. is the color of the sun" you proceed "And the symbol of happiness and energy" you smile to yourself with all of the cheerful memories you hold dear with the man beside you flooding your mind

"What are you thinking of? Your heartbeat's going crazy" you look up to him with a huge smile "You of course" He holds you close into his arms, placing kisses all over your head "Well, aren't you bold?" You stay like that for a moment, quietly appreciating each other's affection and loving touch. Until Jouno moves his head back, moving your chin up to face him

"What color am I to you then y/n?"

"Care to elaborate, my dear?" asked the man before you, curious about your thoughts behind your final answer. "You are calm and responsible, just like the color blue" you note while caressing his right cheek, "but you're also the one who brings me hope and happiness, exactly like the color yellow" you continue, now shifting your affections to his left cheek "combine them together and.." you now lightly squeeze both of his cheeks "you get green!"

Jouno giggled at your adorable explanation and mannerisms "Is that so? Then, I'll gladly be your green" he gave you a genuine smile, pressing his forehead against yours "What about me Jouno? What color am I to you?" you eagerly ask.

Your eyes are filling with tears, bluring your vision "Damn you..' you curse him under your breath, while Jouno wastes no time to whipe the tears off you face "When did you get so poetic?". He closed the gap between your faces, his lips now ghosting over yours "About.. 2 minutes ago?" you giggle before you crush your lips against his.

Though, your partner was ready to give you the answer you're seeking "To me you're white" he replies, quicker than you expected with an equally unexpected answer "And why is that?"

Jouno moves his arms around your waist, bringing your body on top of his to have you sit on his lap. You move your hands around his neck, making yourself comfortable, patiently awaiting for him to reveal his train of thought. "You are white, because you brought the light in my life I thought I lost forever. The purest and warmest ray of light I could ever wish for"

You savior the taste of his sweet lips, as he carefully rolls you over, laying you on your back. He breaks the kiss, only to target your neck instead. "How about we play another game?" he hovers over your face once again, just to get dangerously close to your sensitive ears "But a bit more acoustic this time"

#win; writes #jouno #jouno saigiku #jouno x reader #jouno bsd #jouno x you #bsd jouno #bsd imagines #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd fluff #jouno fluff #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fluff

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adobe-outdesign · 11 months

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Shelmet/karrablast lines review?

I'm going to preface this review by stating that I HATE trade-only evolutions. I'll spare you all from an extensive ramble, but the tl;dr is that they're obnoxious, counter-productive, and ultimately only serve to make it harder to get certain Pokemon.

HOWEVER, with that said, these two lines are the only time the idea of a trade-evo actually seems justified due to the way the two interact with each other. It's still not my favorite thing in the world (I feel like they could just evolve by being placed next to each other in one's party), but at least there's a rationale behind it instead of just abritrary decisions on the part of GameFreak.

Anyway, all that aside, I really like Shelmet here, and it's probably my favorite out of these four. The snail combined with a knight theme is super simple but reads really clearly, and the droopy eye and silly mouth give it a lot of personality. The colors are also nice, with the pinks and greens popping nicely against the neutral gray shell.

My only nitpick is related to the typing—this should've been bug/steel, for reasons we'll get into later.

Accelgor has a completely different, more ninja-esc theme, but this makes sense due to the loss of its shell, which was where all the knight theming came from in the first place.

This design is also good—the lines on the head accent the swirled shape nicely, which is also fairly accurate to how a shell-less snail looks. The pinks and greens once again draw attention to the head, and the brooding expression is great.

I'll admit though, something about the lower body throws me a bit. The body being bandaged to make up for the lack of a shell is great, but the actual shape of the body is so... flat and rigid compared to the nice curves of its head. Maybe if it curled a bit at the bottom too it would have a better flow. The bandages are also a bit too dark in color, loosing some of the contrast Shelmet's lighter gray had. Still, it's decent and gets the idea across well enough.

Gotta admit, I'm not a big fan of Karrablast. The idea of a beetle Pokemon makes perfect sense because it's based off of various kinds of beetles that eat snails and/or pupate in their shells, but Karrablast is just so amorphous and generic that you'd be hard pressed to even recognize it as a beetle, which really makes the theme fall apart a bit. Maybe it's just a me thing, as I'm not big on Pokemon with more "ambiguous" body shapes like this.

I also think it should've had more to do with Accelgor thematically. Escavalier "steals" Shelmet's knight theme, so I feel like Karrablast should've also had a ninja-ish theme to match Accelgor.

All that aside, it's okay. The expression is at least a lot of fun with its little fangs, and the colors contrast nicely compared to the Shelmet line's, but the light blue triangle on the head feels out of place and I'm not a big fan of the weird head-pincers. At the end of the day, it's not terrible, but it does feel like the weak link in this line.

Escavalier, however, is pretty fun. Expanding on Shelmet's knight theme, it now has a pair of lances and a large area on top of the helmet somewhat evocative of a feathered headpiece. The shape of this headpiece also helps match with the bottom half of the shell with its curved shape. Overall, a fun execution.

I do think it could've been a bit stronger conceptually though. For one, Shelmet mostly keeps the same palette as it evolves, so it feels like the red accents on Escavalier should've been blue to match its pre-evo; it would also simplify the palette, seeing as it already has Karrablast's blues and yellows on its body.

And secondly, the typing. It definitely feels like the steel-type comes out of nowhere when Shelmet is only bug-type. I think it would've been much better if Shelmet was bug/steel and Karrablast was bug/dark; then when they evolve, it flips, so Accelgor would've been bug/dark and Escavalier's bug/steel now fits with the concept. Minor thing obviously, but it's always bugged me (no pun intended). I still enjoy Escavalier overall regardless though.

As a whole, it's nice to see a line (or lines, in this case) that finally puts the trade evo idea to good use. I think the concept could've been stronger in a few spots, but it's still a fun theme and obvious enough to figure out through the visuals alone.

#shelmet #accelgor #karrablast #escavalier #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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guitarmasterx7 · 14 days

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Thots on all the members and their dynamics?

good ask, i've been mentally chewing on it for a number of days. this list won't include the past two co-hosts jsyk

chris - the absolute goat, THE oney player. i find his overall dynamic shifting to either counter guests or match their energy really interesting. i enjoy that he seems to play more of a straight man around the sillier guys (cory and adam namely), and it's sweet how much he cracks up over zach's and cory's jokes. when he feels the need to play the role of 'the silly one' he can be kinda overbearing, i appreciate his humor much more when it's unforced. he's very indigo, fuchsia and cyan colored to me

zach - THE funnyman, he's undeniably the highlight of whatever video he's in and i'm here for it. he's got great chemistry with chris and lyle, he works off both of them the best. he can definitely overshadow the others jokes, but i wouldn't say i dislike the dynamics he brings to the table regardless. i'm also a huge fan of his political/pop culture trivia, it's like taking a peak into his brain. he's the colors of autumn; orange, red, brown AND green, what more could you want?

tomar - i'll be honest i'm not as autistic about this guy but i really appreciate how he responds to scenarios. he's like the backbone of the lets plays he's in, he's got the straight man charm without being completely dismissive of jokes. it is still really funny when he's oblivious to joke setups tho i feel like those are the best moments. he's one of those guys you can introduce to anybody and have them get along no matter how different their personalities are. also his voice acting is fucking stellar. he's THE coolest tones of purple ever, and he's got that emerald association to him

lyle - he makes me feel fucking crazy. his humor can come off as disconnected from the others, but i appreciate how he rolls with his own jokes and how willing he is to "yes and" literally any scenario. he builds off the others well without drawing attention away from conversations or gameplay, he's the perfect balance of silly jokester and straight man when it's called for. fits in like a goddamn chameleon that motherfucker. extremely red coded, with hints of green and silver. (a royal purple is in there if you squint!)

cory - i'm in the 1% of people who enjoy the FUCK outta cory, maybe even moreso since he became a regular. i love seeing how his scatterbrain connects dots that don't align, and it's really endearing when he infodumps about sonic or whatever else. he isn't given enough credit for the times in recent years where he catches himself during a tangent, and actually steers the conversation back to something relevant. people talk about him as if he's a contestant on a reality show who's about to be voted off. he's fun, and he radiates a mix of indigo, hot pink and orangey yellow colors

adam - swedish motherfucker who i hate(love). his life fascinates me, it's surreal that he's an actual human being who exists. i love how he makes cory seem normal in comparison to him lmfao. chris acts more mature around him and i fuck with it heavy as a longstanding oneyfan. i think fondly about the time during a now deleted runescape stream he addressed a group of fans as fags (which caused chris to delete the entire video). it can be hard to watch the videos where he's paired up with cory, but sometimes i do need pure brain slop. he's all the primaries, red yellow and blue.

niall - fucking LOVE this guy. wish he had more self esteem, he always pairs well with the others due to their friendship and i think frequently about his living situations between ireland, sleepycabin and rooming with adam. i am really looking forward to whatever content him and adam are cooking up. he's a forest green with some maroon and pinkish purples thrown in.

dave - less on my radar than the others but he's really funny, i appreciate seeing him around more regularly. i LOVE the chemistry between him, jeff, cory and adam. he's my favorite unironic fortniter. you know the classic colors of skittles? he's all of those, specifically the yellow ones. also like, neon green when paired with black.

#ask #oney plays #long post #not tagging this #feel free to ask abt whoever i missed

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apathmakerstale · 3 months

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I woke up from a nap and found out one of the foundational pillars of my youth shut down. Damn.

Rooster Teeth was my lifeblood as a teen, and I’ve been a fan from the first time I saw Tex vs RnB’s. RWBY is what made me starting writing. I remembered the exact time I started actually writing down my ideas, Feb 2, 2015 at 3:52 pm after confirmation study, a day after I learned Monty passed. It was a RWBY OC fic that I stopped after I remembered their words to stop focusing on other people’s work and work on your own to build your own brand. I still have it- the writing is meh though -and my first drawings were RWBY characters like the ones below. I owe my artistic creation to that. Maybe I'll post that first fic one day too.

That gave me the time to build up a portfolio of original writing that I will soon be publishing online for myself. It inspired me and still does to this day as I enjoy RWBY and hope it will be finished.

I still listen to Gold, the music from RWBY just inspires such a sense of love from me. It can make me well with tears- which is not something easy do. I was apart of the RWBY WIKI! Back when we called Yang Yellow, and speculated White would be a cold high lady type and not girlfail. The Speculation House was my house. It was the first time I posted anything on the internet.

AND I CALLED IT BACK IN 2013- I CALLED SALEM AND OZPIN- ONE MAN WITH MULTIPLE SOULS A WOMEN WITH NONE!!! I CALLED IT AND EVEN HAD A POST I MEANT TO MAKE BUT I WAS TOO SCARED!!! SIX YEARS AHEAD!!!!!!

Anyway I was a superfan like from 2013-16 I lived and breathed the company, I watched every video, every channel, every podcast, I lived and breathed it. From Cow Chop, Sugar Pine, Funhaus, Gamefails etc. Achievement Hunter was why I came home from school to watch videos. I remember why RTX was a fandom wide event, and every single panel had mind-blowing information about something I loved. I was there for the first GTA V gameplay, and the first video on Let's Play. I have such a distinct memory of sitting down one Friday after school with a bowl of chef boyardee on a cheap white desk covered by a blue rag and chipped dark blue bowl, looking up at the ps3 3d wall-mounted tv, and watching the first Capture the Tower in Minecraft with such glee. It was my childhood.

I followed the King AU fan comic series on here and the FAKE AH crew AU. I was that heavy into it.

I READ A FEW REAL PEOPLE FICS. I was that deep. I've never done that for anyone else even in my deepest fandom days.

I remember being so excited when them and Yogscast paired up, they being another pillar and like them I am still a fan. Those TTT episodes are something special to me.

Like any company it had its flaws, and I remember every single controversy. Every. Single. One. God. I've diminished to someone who just keeps up with podcasts like F**ckFace and Red Web but I still called myself a fan. It was a foundation for me and a stabilizing influence when I was younger. I sincerely hope that the talented people there get help for this.

It only inspires my hatred of Warner Brothers more.

It actually does feel like a chapter has closed and I don't know how to feel about that.

Anyway here's Gold for your heart.

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#rooster teeth #rooster teeth shutdown #achievement hunter #RWBY #RWBY art #misc.stuff #lets play #rt #Funhaus #Cow Chop #fandom #Youtube

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shaunabah · 1 year

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Theater kids.

A bunch of students sat in an empty classroom as a teacher started talking.

"Aight kids, I guess you're all here for the theater club?" The teacher, Mr. B, asks.

There are around seven students in the class, all of them nodding at the same time. Some knew each other, some didn't, but they all had something in common: they saw the 'THEATER CLASS' flyer in the school and decided to join.

The teacher, Peter B Parker, was a biology teacher who also had a special interest in scenery art, and after some years he was able to open his own club. Even if there were only seven students, it was more than enough for him.

"Let's start with taking attendance to see if everyone who signed up is here." Mr. B says while looking at the paper that was on the table, "Hobie Brown?"

The mentioned raises his hand, his clothing style drawing everyone's attention. He was dressed in a black leather jacket that had spikes on it, a blue shirt below it. He wore a collar similar to the jacket and tall boots, even if he already looked tall. His hair was incredibly well treated, it was amazing.

"Great! Miles Morales?"

The boy raises his hand. His appearance is more normal, a plain shirt with soft blue jeans and sneakers. His afro hair and brown eyes made him look cute, in somes opinion.

"Peni Parker?"

A girl raises her hand, and her big eyes draw everyone's attention to her. Her short black hair and uniform-like clothing helped her brown eyes highlight more. She seems to be sketching something in a notebook, clearly concentrated.

"Peter Benjamin Parker?— Oh look we share name and last name."

A boy raises his hand, his clothing also drawing people's attention. It wasn't wild like Hobie's, but it was colourless, all black, grey and white, which shocked people. "Please call me Noir to avoid any confusion." He says calmly, avoiding eye contact.

"Nice, okay— Peter... Porker?"

A boy with curly pink hair and black eyes raises his hand, his clothes being also basic. Just a red shirt and blue pants, nothing our of the ordinary. "Call me Ham!" He says while laughing a bit.

"Sure thing, uh next is..." Mr. B takes a breath, "Sorry if I pronounce this wrong... Pav—Pavitr... Prabjakar?"

"Call me Pav, it's easier!" A boy says while smiling brightly. His hair is really shiny and looks like he takes a good care of it. His clothes consist of a plain white shirts with soft gray jeans and gold-like bracelets.

"Yeah, sounds good. Finally, Gwen Stacy?"

A girl slowly raises her hand. Her unusual haircut is what draws the attention towards her, as well as the rainbow bracelet that she's wearing. The rest of her clothes are a white shirt with a black jacket and soft blue jeans. She's sitting a bit farther away from the rest, which weirded out the teacher.

"Amazing, we're all here! So, just in case you don't know me, I'm Mr. B, but here you can just call me Peter—if the other Peter's don't mind—and I'll be your mentorteacherwhatever thing." The teacher introduces himself while standing up, going to the back of the class. "Now... Let's make a little play, okay? No script, just that by pairs you have to find out which is the right wire to cut. Easy, right?"

Peni stares as everyone already has a partner, feeling left out once more. She wants to make friends, that's why she joined the club, but she feels invisible most of the time. Maybe if she was better, more noti—

"Hey, wanna pair with us?" The curly haired boy—Ham, if she remembers well—asks Peni, apparently he noticed how she was alone. He was paired with the monochromatic boy, which seemed ironic looking at how many colors Ham wore.

"Sure!!" She says, going with them.

"Are the pairs done?" Everyone nods, "Okay then, you three can start." The teacher says as he puts down the box with wires.

The three of them crouch down to the floor to see four wires: yellow, green, red and blue.

"Oh wait, we don't get any hints?" Peni asks while turning around to see the teacher, who shakes his head, "Oh great."

"Which one do you think it is, Noir?" She asks the older, who is sitting and looks confused.

"Uhhhhh... the gray one?" He replies while looking at the box, eyebrows frowned and everything.

"There's not a gray one! Oh great, we paired up with the colorblind dude!" Ham exclaims, cutting a random wire.

"That was... the right one, impressive." Mr. B says, taking the box in his hands, "Also, are you seriously colorblind?" He asks Noir, who sinply nods. "That explains so much." Everyone laughs at that.

"Okay, next, Gwen Stacy and whoever teamed up with her." The teacher says and both Gwen and Miles step forward, looking at the box that now has an orange wire instead of a red one.

"Which is it?" Miles asks Gwen as she takes the box in her hands.

"Judging by how they are connected, and the fact that this is so badly done I can see which one isn't attached to the end, it's the green one." She says after two seconds of analyzing the box, and cuts the wire. Turns out she was right, and they both won.

"Incredible, such a way of quick analyzing!" Mr. B says, changing the green wire with a white one, "Yes this is terribly built." He sets the box on the floor. "Finally, Hobie and Pav."

Everyone looks at them weirdly when Hobie takes the box in his hands, not even looking at it. He proceeds to smash it in the floor, breaking the box and the wires.

"That is not how you had to do it." Mr. B says while picking up the pieces left on the floor.

"You said it wasn't scripted!" Hobie exclaims, looking at him directly.

"Maybe you shouldn't take it as a 'I can destroy it because you didn't say otherwise'!"

And they started fighting. In the meantime, Peni is able to sneak up on the both of them and steal the box, completely disassembling it to keep the nails for herself. Pavitr starts talking with Miles and Gwen and they end up being friends. Both Ham and Noir sit on the floor while they talk, only to end up being joined by everyone else.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman atsv #spider noir #gwen stacy #peter benjamin parker #peter b parker #hobie brown #spider punk #spider ghost #peter porker #spider ham #peni parker #sp//dr

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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What would Snarry as a flower bouquet possibly be?

Oooh! Coco I love you for asking this, I am so excited!!

My mind jumped first to various flowers used in Orange Blossoms and Contempt. And, in fact, I wrote a whole essay on symbolism used in Contempt that I deleted in a fit of insecurity and panic haha. Oops. (I still have a copy saved so maybe I'll share it again one day.)

So I tried to pull back from specific story connections, and consider Snarry in general, and I have 2 thoughts about it!

Firstly, I want to consider a flower for Harry and Severus as individuals, and at least one to represent their relationship. Then, because I love options, I have ideas for two different bouquets.

Fancy Florist

So if we think of a very luxurious, gorgeous floral arrangement, one that might be presented at say...a wedding...for a sassy brat and a snarky bastard...

Gladiolus (Harry) and foxglove (Severus.) Pair with dahlias and begonias. Gladiolus and foxglove are quite tall flowers. They make a statement and can be quite dramatic, but also make for good cover (if say the grooms are trying to sneak a kiss before vows.)

gladiolus: strength of character, faithfulness, moral integrity, and remembrance. (Sometimes called a "sword lily.")

foxgloves: pride, intuition, creativity, insincerity, and ambition. (Also, they are poisonous!) (Sometimes called "fairy caps.")

dahlias: devotion, dignity

begonias: individuality, peace, caution

For colors, I'm thinking:

red gladiolus: love, passion, aggression, infatuation

purple foxgloves: magic, charm, power, transformation

burgundy ("black") and crimson dahlias: black dahlias symbolize "betrayal" while red dahlias symbolize "strength and power."

white and purple begonias: white for innocence and beauty; purple for royalty, wisdom, and spirituality.

The balance of colors gives us that striking red and purple combination, while also breaking it up a bit with the black and white flowers. We have a lot of that intense symbolism with red aggression and black betrayal, balanced by the softer aspects of love as with white innocence and purple wisdom. You have the tall, proud height of the gladiolus and foxgloves (representing two men standing tall side by side) with smaller, sturdier flowers to hold them up and round them out (how they hold each other up and add more to each other's lives.) They're all very full, bold flowers that represents the louder aspects of them. The parts of them that are big and proud and strong. The parts of them that draw attention, command respect, and inspire feelings (one way or another.)

But then...I have feelings about:

Handpicked Harvest

For this I'm getting thoughts of...how flowers can be spots of color and beauty in the world. And how you might look at something sweet and think of your lover. The time and thought that goes into collecting and styling a gift for them. And the very raw and impulsive feeling of flowers picked on a whim. And how chaotic a bouquet you might end up with!

Here, I'm thinking daffodils (Harry) and irises (Severus.) Blackthorn, dogwood, hawthorn, forget-me-nots, cornflower, carolina rose, and tuberose. It's a lot, but bear with me!

daffodils: rebirth and new beginnings

irises: wisdom, trust, valor

blackthorn: difficulty (and surmounting difficulty)

dogwood: durability

hawthorn: hope

forget-me-nots: true love, remember me

cornflower: tenderness, fidelity, reliability

carolina rose: love is dangerous

tuberose: dangerous pleasures

For this, I'm thinking a dominance of yellow daffodils (joy and prosperity) and blue irises (faith and hope.) A sprig of forget-me-nots. A few cornflowers. A few blackthorns and hawthorns (both white) and a pink dogwood. A single carolina rose (pink) and a single tuberose (white), both side by side tucked to one side. I imagine the bouquet wrapped in a ribbon and these two are peeking out above the bow.

But to really flesh this out, I want to add two more items:

ivy: fidelity

branch of thorns: severity, rigor

Ivy generally relates to eternity and devotion, for the way ivy clings, and because it's evergreen. As for the thorns, well...severity, Severus. C'mon. But this also gives me feelings of how tumultuous their relationship is, and how unfavorably it began. The caution they must have, and how easily they can wound one another. The other flowers, well...unless you know the symbolism, what do you know? The branch of thorns tucked in gives that very real threat of danger, or at least pain.

This whole bouquet feels very wild and chaotic and haphazard, but also one full of thought, meaning, and care.

I like to sort of think they're out in the woods. Severus collects ingredients. Harry gets bored of it after a time, and wanders off to explore on his own a bit. And while apart, they find flowers and pick some for each other. And when when they reunite, they (and by "they" I mean Harry) laugh (while Severus fights off a smile) and pool their resources together into one gorgeous collection. And when they get home, Severus takes the time to tend to them and organize them. Harry finds the ribbon (white) to tie around them. (White meaning purity; specifically here, purity of love.) (It also means Severus won't bite his head off for choosing a red ribbon.)

Maybe we can think of this as when one of them finally proposes. Or maybe it's after, once they're home from the honeymoon. They have the wedding bouquet in a stasis charm they keep by the marital bed. And the handpicked bouquet they put pride of place in the living room, for them both to sneak peeks at while they carry on with day to day life.

#asked & answered #snarry #flowers #floriography #danni thinks way too much about things #danni DEFINITELY thinks too much about her OTP

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vandroid-helsing · 2 years

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You're outfits/OOTD are amazing! Whats your process of choosing each outfit, i'm curious! (Also, you look amazing without the outfit too!)

okay this turned into an advice column, but:

it’s complicated! first I check the weather. then within thirty seconds I forget what it was and check again. sometimes two or three more times.

after that, the fun begins. sometimes there's an item of clothing I've been meaning to wear for a while; sometimes I dress to match something going on in the environment that day (e.g. if it's cloudy, maybe I'll go with greys and whites, that sort of thing); or sometimes I'm like it's a Colorful Day, babyyy. it's very mood-dependent. maybe I wanna look in charge! maybe I feel like my arms look really good that day, so I pick something that'll show them off! or maybe I have a meeting where I don't want to draw attention to myself! like all forms of creativity, anything can be a launchpad if you get yourself into a habit of inspiration. it also helps to have a final visual impression to work toward: do I want to look professional, or do I want to look like a professor at Urban Fantasy University? (generally the latter, for me.)

once I have a starting point, like for example red jeans, it's a matter of assembling around that. contrast and silhouette are at the basis of style. so if a brilliant red is the start, it's easiest to pair it with very light or very dark colors. maybe a white shirt. or a light blue one. then if I'm layering (which I usually am), a third thing that will complement the other two, like a mustard yellow kimono. (just gotta be careful to avoid looking like a fast food mascot who shops at ASOS.)

if you put on a lot of color, in my opinion it's important to have one or two Big Ones and then a sort of base color. if I'm doing red jeans, a light blue shirt, and a yellow kimono, the red and yellow are the most assertive things, so I'd probably wear blue shoes. even if you don't put on a lot of color, this is still an important thing to consider: variety is important, but too much variety can make an outfit chaotic. even equal amounts of two colors can look weird without a third to balance them.

now this is where silhouette comes in. I will not look very professional in red jeans and a yellow kimono, but I will look like a wizard professor. if I wanted to look professional (as much as one can in red jeans), I'd wear a cardigan or a jacket: something with less motion. obviously I love a bit of swishiness, both literally and metaphorically, but there might be situations where that's too much.

then accessories. these help cement whatever the final impression was supposed to be. a tie, no matter how colorful, is not a statement necklace: am I feeling studious/businesslike, or am I feeling sparkly? I always wear rings, but am I putting on any big ones, or something understated? color matters here as well: with the red/yellow/blue scenario mentioned above, I'd wear a blue tie (a darker blue than the shirt). metals also matter, though more in the sense that they should match each other. as long as they match, you can do whatever.

the important thing—and this sounds like such a cliché, I'm sorry—is to have fun. I am in a better mood when I've assembled an outfit that I love, regardless of how it might actually look. taking joy in what you wear is a small thing, but it's still joy!

uhhhhhh hope that answers your question!

#asks

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rednether · 2 years

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After fighting Broly and reminiscing on Zamasu's words, Goku comes to a realization, he uses instant transmission to teleport to Vampa.

Making his way to the cave, Goku calls out to Broly.

"Hey! Broly, are you in here? I need to talk to you!"

Loud footsteps began resounding through out the space, drawing closer to the orange-clad warrior as a deep resonant voice spoke.

"Kakarot? Quite the unexpected visit, what can I help you with?"

Broly circled around Goku, making his way to the house to take a sit in front of his fellow Saiyan gesturing Goku to follow him.

Goku followed, taking a sit in the living room on the couch.

"I've been thinking lately, and I've come to a realization..."

Broly leant forward in curiosity clasping his hands together, clearly interested in hearing his friend's words explained.

"I've been copying the Gods way too much in an attempt to be like them: Super Saiyan God, Saiyan beyond God. Super Saiyan Blue, SSB Kaioken, Ultra Instinct."

Broly furrowed his brows, clearly confused by Goku's line of thoughts though he elected to remain quiet so Goku could continue elaborating.

"Maybe it's time I start truly embracing my Saiyan roots, instead of just pretending to do so. This is where all those aforementioned forms of mine become relevant, they all are the very antithesis of what us Saiyans are meant."

Goku stood up and crossed over to Broly, before kneeling in front of the larger Saiyan with his face looking up at the other's.

"Broly please help me, I want to attain a form that's uniquely all my own. Please, I am begging you."

Broly took a few minutes to think, before nodding in response. Goku jumped into the air and cheered loudly.

"YES! Thank you Broly, I promise you won't regret this and that I'll make this worth your while!"

Several months of grueling training, and Goku losing control several times due to transforming into a Great Ape. Goku transformed into a unique variation henceforth coined as a Golden Great Ape, he initially went berserk.

But Broly reached out to him and Goku regained control, beginning to shrink down in a white glow, when the white glow faded away to reveal Goku looking distinctly different.

Goku's hair spiked in several different directions with two pointed bangs rested on each side of Goku's neck, similar to Broly's own, gold eyes with black irises stared forth seriously. A trim colored crimson surrounded Goku's eyes, red fur replaced Goku's orange and blue gi except for a section of bare chest. A red tail swished lazily back and forth from a hole in mustard yellow pants, a blue ribbon aiding in holding the pants up. Blue leg warmers tightly locked a pair of black boots in place.

#Dragon Ball #Goku #Broly (DBS)#Super Saiyan 4 #Fanfic Prompt

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dribs-and-drabbles · 2 years

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Visual patterns in Enchanté!

Alright, so here goes...

It's been clear from the beginning that Enchanté is using themes from The little Prince...so I've been expecting to see some reoccurring motivs - things like the fox cushion, red roses, the colour red in general...etc. However, after ep 2, my brain kind of fixated on the red and blue of both Akk's bag and the front of the BMW.

In some respects, the repetition of red and blue in Bad Buddy has made me more receptive to noticing any pairings of those colours, but especially because my brain went, 'oh another series using red and blue'. BUT, I had to question - are they really doing that? And so soon after another series has just used those colours... Then I noticed two things.

First the rug young-Theo is sat on when he's drawing has the same colours as the cover of the book of The Little Prince he and Akk read together - blue, red, green, and yellow. Note too that young-Akk is wearing red and blue (well, pink and denim...but close enough). (Also note that young-Theo was using the orange pencil -> more on orange below.) So these colours might be important and therefore be used a lot...

And second, both Akk's bag and the car have white as well (I mean, the whole outside of the car is white!)...and that made me think of both the French and the Thai flags - which are both made with red, white, and blue stripes. So, maybe these three colours will be a theme running through the series.

So then I went on a hunt, to see how much red, blue, and white there either has been or will be...and there's a lot - I took 30 screenshots! Not all have all three colours...but here are some that do. In ep 1, the 'Milkbar' boxes behind Akk and Theo; Theo picks up a blue and red pen in ep 2; Akk and Theo's clothes in a future ep; and in another future ep, the band of the medal that Wayo will give to Theo. I will make a separate post for all the red and blue instances so far in eps 1 and 2.

On the red theme, I think red roses will also feature a lot...I've been re-reading The Little Prince and, although Akk seems to be hinted at as the 'fox' character, I actually wonder if he's the rose...with the four 'enchantés' being the "thorns in his side", as the idiom goes. He's the one that Theo bonded with first, who Theo left behind when he went to another country, and who Theo eventually comes back to. Roses are seen in the trailer with Natee and also in the OST video in the bedroom. And my guess is that the two shots below are the same scene - note the single red rose behind Akk and Theo.

I mentioned above that green and yellow might also feature like red and blue...but so far I've actually come across a lot of brown. I wonder if this is some kind of connection to the bookcases in the library and the cover of the Enchanté book...or even the pilot's trousers on the book cover... Interestingly, the series logo and the OST logo are also brown, the front of Akk's house is partly brown, it seems Akk wears or will wear brown often (but then Wayo also had a brown t-shirt in ep 2), and brown features in the ost video too. I'll make a separate post about all that as well. (Note the blue, red, and orange in the bottom left 👀).

And then finally, orange. At first, I sort of included the fox cushion in with all the red things...but actually I think it belongs with the oranges...because when young-Akk has the cushion he also has an orange 'bandana' and, later when young-Theo leaves, young-Akk's wearing an orange t-shirt.

This is what gives the ambiguity about whether Akk is representing the fox or the rose (if anything from The Little Prince) but, interestingly, it seems Akk's sister might also wear orange a lot...actually orange paired with blue...(the phone, the collar, and Akk's t-shirt 👀🤔).

So this has been a very, very long-winded way of saying, if you're interested in spotting consistent patterns then look out for blue and red together (and with white), red roses, browns, oranges (possibly paired with blue)...and maybe even green and yellow! I'm sure as the series progresses, I'll come up with some interpretations about what they all might mean 😄

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hellofastudysession · 2 years

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tbh i just wanted general advice on how to design characters with color values in mind. i have no clue how that stuff works. and if i ever make any characters i'd want them to be readable for colorblind people.

okay!!!!! i will try my darndest >:0 i'll also post this publicly so that others who do these things can help if they want!

if i was to start making a character i'd first think of a base color they're focused on. for example, fold's clothes are dark rusty red; that's our main coloring

then i'd find something that'll temper this and/or pop out. if the main color is a cool color (blues, greens, purples), i could try something warm (reds, oranges, yellows); if it's a bright color (cherry red!), i can try something darker or lighter maybe (i'd pair that red with, mmm, a lighter pink? or perhaps a dark deep red. maybe both?)

look up the color wheel who is super great with this! it'll help you way more than i could

one thing drawing for utdr has taught me is that you can make a really good character design with four, maybe five colors. look at seam, who only has about three shades- purple, red, and gold. And Also Green I Guess. those're also drawn from them being spaced out on the color wheel!

if it's not intuitive right now what's needed is practice!! like experiment with color palettes of your own, shift them to grayscale! or select pictures and paintings you really like and try to figure out why they're so interesting color wise!

specifically for the colorblind part i am not colorblind at all nor am i an expert in that specifically. but i think that as long as you add a good image description to your ocs' stuff, it'll still be accessible for everyone, even if someone can't see all of it!

#i'm sorry if this is either too esoteric or too obvious this is what i thought of :0 #fold and tangerine sort of ended up being serendipitiously color wheeled this way #tangerine being orange and blue #fold being red and gold #that was a complete accident

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Hue and Cry IX

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), mild violence, male-iinduced anxiety

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The first day of the tournament arrives.

Note: My pupper had surgery yesterday and it was my longer day of work for the week so lots going on. Also had some bad Chinese but managed to get this out before it came back up. Feel better now and I'll have a shorter day today.

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Lord Barnes’ mood did not improve in the days leading up to the first of the tournament. It grew colder in the capital and many feared the events would be cut short by an early winter. You didn’t care much either way. You had no interest in the sport or much of anything. You just abided the duke and in those times he left you alone, you laid in a void.

His want of you didn’t wane nor did your despair or the disgust you felt when he touched you. It was one thing to be a servant, to be a tool, a means to an end, but what he used you for now seemed little more than torture. He delighted in what he did, in how he made you suffer. Those times you remained unmoving and unfeeling angered him the most.

You dressed in yellow that morning. The horns announced the beginning of the tournament as you made your way to the stand amid the sea of guests. The wives, daughters, sons, mothers and fathers of those who would compete. You were out of place as you climbed the wooden steps between the benches and a green sleeve shot up to wave to you.

“Dearie!” May brushed past her husband to stop you at the end of their seat, “here, with us,” she insisted, “we did save you a place.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly. You hadn’t seen her or her family since the night of the feast. Since Barnes had…

“I can’t have you sitting alone,” she trilled as she pulled you along with her and sat beside Lord Benjamin who bowed his head and issued a gentle greeting. “And I always longed for a daughter, you know? Peter’s a good boy but so troublesome. I did try to persuade him not to enter the lists but he just never stops.”

“The boy’s old enough,” Benjamin said, “when I was his age--”

“You married me,” May cut in, “a foolish decision indeed. He is on the roster for today. Sparring. I fear he might not make it past the early rounds but so long as he is not hurt.”

You nodded and covered your hands in your sleeves. Even with the fur-trimmed cloak Barnes allotted you, it was crisp. Your matching cap barely kept the cool air from your cheeks. Your leg shook from more than the cold as you recalled that Barnes was set to compete with the sword as well.

“A fine cape,” May commented as she touched the edge of your cloak, “with sleeves even.”

You looked down at the fawn-coloured garment that only allowed a peek of the canary yellow beneath. You fidgeted and kept your eyes on the field, “a gift,” you lied, well, maybe it wasn’t a lie, or maybe you’d bought it in sweat and tears.

Another horn blew and she quieted and clapped as all looked to the center of the arena. The wooden stands were hung in all shades of silk, the banners of each house, high and low, covered the rafters. By the end of the day, only one would remain. Lord Barnes’ blue and ivory flapped opposite your side and Benjamin pointed out his family's slender red and black crest amidst the panoply.

You were thankful for the distraction, not for you but for them. You didn’t know how many lies you could conjure or if you could keep the false smile on your lips. You clamped your hands together and watched a man in gold stroll out to the centre of the stadium with a cone to project his voice. You stood with May and Benjamin and the rest of the onlookers

“Fine ladies and gentlemen, princes, paupers, and everything in between, we welcome you in name of King Samuel to the Games of Goblets. For each competition, the victor is to be prized a goblet to bear as a symbol of his prestige. For the ax-throwing, bronze inlaid with amber, for the bow-and-arrow, silver set with citrine, for the melee, gold set with sapphire, and for the joust, a fine piece in gold set with opal and ruby.”

The crowd applauded and shouted. The man waited for them to quiet again, “This day, we begin with the melee, on the morrow, the axe, the next day, the arrow, and on the final day, we ride!”

Again, the audience grew rowdy and you were deafened by the cheers. The man laughed at the excitement and held up his hand for a final lull.

“Without further delay, let us begin. In our first round, the lower lords and the untested, before the second where they shall meet our season veterans, and so on…” he gauged the fervent tension of the people, “you will see me again upon the finale and perhaps you will be surprised by whoever stands with me.”

Again, the stand quaked with the energy of the people. You would have liked to sit but you stayed on your feet, afraid to draw unwanted attention. The first pair was announced but you didn’t watch. You stared at the sky or a rippling banner but had no interest in the games.

You only stopped to look as Peter’s name was called out and May grabbed your arm. She squealed as her nephew came out decked in his used armor, beaten out from its former user’s wear, and he unsheathed his sword to face his opponent. When the handkerchief was dropped, you were as stunned as his fellow competitor and the crowd by his swiftness. You’d never seen anyone move so fast, and in at least twenty pounds of armor.

The crowd awoke from their awe and cheered as his sword beat against the other man’s suit with tinks and tunks. It was like a bell, ding, ding, ding. It wasn’t until the other man was on his knees that the spar was ceased. Peter was declared the plain winner and sent on to wait for his next engagement. May wiped away tears of joy and Benjamin grumbled his approval.

You smiled, just a little. You were happy for Peter. You’d seen how joyful he was, he was likely dancing behind the curtain right now.

🏰

It wasn’t until the second round that Lord Barnes was introduced. He walked out fully armoured like any other combatant but his left arm was permanently bent, a shield strapped to it as he gripped his pommel in his right hand. He showed his steel and faced his match. He dealt hard and heavy blows until his opponent was on his back.

You shuddered at his unboasting victory as he wasn’t even patient enough to hear himself declared the winner. You touched your cold cheeks and puffed into the bitter air. The bodies around you warmed the stands but you were chilled to the core.

Peter appeared again in the second, then the third, fourth, and to his aunt and uncle’s delight, he soldiered onto the final. To your fear, he was to meet Lord Barnes. You tried not to squirm, not to show how nervous you were for Peter. You thought of running down and begging him to withdraw but what could you say? If anything, you’d both be worse for it.

As the last two banners were presented to the crowd, you sensed movement to your right. A familiar head of blond hair approached and the tall duke pushed past the row of people along the bench. Lord Rogers smirked as he came close, his sweaty hair drooping down his forehead from his last bout, the one he’d lost to his closest friend.

“Ah, I found you,” he said, “lady.”

You felt May peek past you and you gave a meek “my lord” as he stood close. He looked around you at the older couple.

“You have friends,” he stated, “please, do introduce us.”

You looked down and chewed your lip. You turned slowly to May and Benjamin, the latter peering past her only as he was torn from his fixation on the field.

“Lord Benjamin and Lady May Parker, baron and baroness,” you rubbed your hands together nervously, “Lord Steven Rogers, duke of Astrens.”

“Oh, we’ve heard of him,” May chirped, “my lord, it is an honour.”

“Indeed,” Benjamin agreed, “my lady, you did not inform of us of your lofty friends.”

“She is modest,” Rogers intoned, “we met by chance, really, through a common acquaintance.”

“You were skillful on the field, it is a pity you were bested,” May said.

“Very pitiful, I did put some gold on you, Lord Rogers,” Benjamin added, “alas it was a fine showing.”

“Wasn’t it?” he turned to stand with his arm pressed to yours, much too close for your liking, “however this one should be intriguing.”

“It’s our boy,” Benjamin said, “and your friend, my lord.”

“Perhaps you’d take another bet?” Rogers countered.

“I’ve lost enough this day,” Benjamin snorted, “I’d rather watch and be pleasantly surprised than paupered.”

“Prudence is wise but always so boring,” Rogers mused.

As the lower of the lords, Parker was announced first and you were saved from more uncomfortable banter by the man in grey. Rogers nudged you and bent as the introductions went long as the man with cone went into detail about the day’s fights all the way to the present match.

“I did look fine out there, didn’t I?” he whispered, “good form, even if I did lose. Barnes is in a mood and we both know that makes him… unpredictable.”

You lowered your head, “my lord.”

“You are quiet since last we met,” he remarked, “perhaps your thoughts linger on how else to use your mouth?”

You squirmed and stared at the competitors as they awaited their signal. Rogers laughed and stood straight as he focused on the field in kind. He played with your sleeve and tugged your arm down. He caressed the back of your hand and stepped even closer.

“When he wins, he might just be cheerful enough to share in his celebrations, hmm?” he said under his breath.

The gold cloth was dropped and the two men circled each other, eyeing their opponent cautiously. Barnes was the first to act but was evaded by the younger man. He didn’t not falter however as he swung again. Peter rolled under the strike and met it with his own steel, batting it away so that it nearly struck its holder.

Barnes dodged that time, then the boy spun again. They danced around each other, both swift, both calculating, both determined. Steel met steel but never that which clothed the fighters. May grabbed your other wrist as she held her breath.

Barnes laid a hit across Peter’s chestplate that made him stagger but he turned it into another lithe evasion. He snaked around the higher lord and hammered his false arm. The shield cracked in half and Peter ducked again.

Barnes was angry as he stabbed out. His blade was shoved away again and Peter jumped over the foot that tried to trip him up, a true achievement in armor.

You realised as Barnes laid a flurry of blows at the air that he was angry. The crowd silenced as the realisation fell over them and they watched as time seemed to slow. The duke was losing and he was enraged.

Peter jabbed the other man’s chest plated with his sword then hit his true arm. The sword bobbled in Barnes’ grip but he regained his hold on it. Too slow as Parker struck over and over, throwing him off balance, and sweeping him off his feet with a low lunge.

As Barnes clattered onto his back, the breath went out of him and every other person in the stadium. The man in grey shook away his shock and finally stepped forward.

“Our victor!” he grabbed Peter’s arm and raised it, “the Lord Parker!”

May hopped up and down and hugged her husband. Steve tutted and shook his head. Your eyes clung to Barnes as he sat up, forgotten in the dirt. His left arm was stuck at an angle away from his body and he reached up to force it back down.

Peter offered him his hand and was ignored. Barnes sheathed his sword and offered a curt bow before he exited. Rogers’ hand crawled up your arm and he gripped you. “Well, looks like we both will suffer his loss.”

For once, he spoke the truth.

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hobipaint · 3 years

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A Story Told On Sand

summary: The setting sun gives time for Jungkook to cherish his family.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genres: fluff, like so much fluff, established relationship, slice of life au.

↳ word count: 1.4K

↳ disclaimers: none.

a/n: A completely self indulgent Jungkook fluff drabble written at two at night haha,, I was really going through it. Written for the @bangtanwritingbingo prompt no. 14 - watching sunsets/sunrises, and for @btscreatorscorner June workshop- writing from a member's POV! a massive thank you to @jikookiekosmos for making the banner for me😭 and a massive thank you to @vaekth and @joonscore for bearing with me because I just kept talking on and on about this in your dms lol.

Jungkook leaned back, eyes shutting close as he felt the breeze kiss over every inch of his skin. The warm sunset was only just spreading across the sky, a bright yellow turning to a scarlet - as if the sun was blushing at the idea of leaving the sky, it's lover.

"It's nice," You sighed, hands resting over his as you looked at the sunset.

Jungkook looked at you, smiling, and hummed in agreement. "I like this scenario, you know. A sunset, the kids are playing in the sand, and your hand in mine. My day is coming to a good end."

You turned to face him just as he lifted your joined hands to his mouth to leave a small kiss. You smiled, with your other hand coming up to pull your hair to the side, and Jungkook remembered why he fell in love with you all over again. He looked at you, your eyes sparkling in the deep orange of the sunset, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he pulled you closer.

Kissing you never got old.

His lips softly settled on yours, the feeling of them feeling right. Your scent- an unlikely mix of mint, from his perfume, and chocolate, from baking with the kids earlier today- filled his surroundings - and he didn't want anything more. His hand clasped yours, thumb tracing small universes over the back of your hand - universes where it was only you, him and your family. You other hand languidly traced up his arm, curling behind the nape of his neck to pull him closer. He felt you smile, nearly giggle, and it was only seconds before the two of you pulled away and just laughed. It felt good to be here. It felt good to be with you.

The setting sun cast beautiful spells over the waves that were splashing and playing around in the sea, washing them in shades of burnt red and gentle yellows. The glimmering swell of water that leaped over the sand had your children squealing in delight, running away from the wave. You waved them over, watching as they ran helter skelter to collect their sand toys before running the two of you.

Jungkook spread his arms out as his daughter ran to her father, not minding the sand that stuck to her body as she leaped on him - squealing in happiness at being reunited with her partner in crime. You reached over to ruffle her hair, eyes crinkling as your son walked over and buried his face in your lap, finally exhausted with the events of the day.

It was a vacation for you and him - time to spend with family. There were so many highs and so many lows in your daily lives that it was exhausting, even if you loved your work - and you both needed that break, even if it was only for a weekend. Now, as he watched the waves crash into each other and then end in bubbles, he felt that peace he had wanted.

"Tomorrow, we will go back to the city. Right, dad?" Your daughter sat up and spoke to Jungkook, his hand coming up to caress the hair that flew wildly behind her, settling it behind her ear. "Yes, my bunny. We're going back tomorrow."

"Good!" She beamed at him, and Jungkook felt his heart swell. She took his palm, and he couldn't help but be amazed at how wonderfully she had grown up - he remembered when he would walk her around with her clinging onto his pinky finger only, and now her hand fit in the palm of his hand, big enough to clutch his hand and swing it while playing games. "I wanted to show you a drawing I had made for you and mommy."

You turned towards your daughter while petting your son's head, fingertips gently untangling the heap of curls in his hair as he slept soundly. "What drawing, baby?"

"I made a big girl drawing. Teacher had said it was really good!" Your daughter beamed, missing incisors displayed in a beautiful smile that strangely reminded Jungkook of your own -upper lip quirking in a way that he thought only you could, till his daughter first beamed at him. The thought made him smile.

"Really? I can't wait to see it then, bub. We'll pin it on the fridge too!" You cheered for her, her eyes widening in happiness and surprise at the sudden announcement. She jumped onto both of you, nearly knocking her brother off his mother's lap as she squealed again, screaming to the waves in the distance about how she loved her family. "We will be here forever!" she said, happily clapping.

After a few more moments of excited babbling - including a certain confession she had received from a classmate ("I promised not to tell anyone, but I didn't want to hide it from you! He said he loved me!") Jungkook's shocked exclamation at his baby getting confessions, you laughing, and her defending her 'friend', she was peacefully dosing on Jungkook's lap. His hand went to softly pat her hair, humming a soft lullaby - the same one he had sung to her for years- for all the times she wouldn't sleep at night.

Eight years, and she still paraded up to him at night to demand the lullaby, and Jungkook would simply cherish that time as he would caress her head, wishing her sweet dreams and tucking the blanket in. "It's to keep the monsters away, " he'd hear her murmur everytime, and he'd smile before returning to his wife and son in the next room, softly patting his son's cheek, kissing his wife good night, and falling asleep.

Looking at you now - your eyes paying attention to the two year old that had curled up in your lap - he held back the sudden urge to shout in happiness like his daughter had. That's what he felt. Overwhelmed with happiness. He didn't believe that he actually got to live with this euphoria in his life. One look at the three of you made him feel so proud, so responsible, and so loved - he simply couldn't put it all into words.

Your head came to rest on his shoulder, and Jungkook leaned his head over yours, hands finding each other. You squeezed his hand tightly, and sighed - and he understood you. This silence, this time - it all meant so much for the two of you.

"Once we go back, we're probably not getting time like this again, are we?" You whispered, letting the words fly away with the breeze.

"Maybe. Who knows, I'll whisk you away on a getaway next week?" He smiled, and though he couldn't see you, he knew you were smiling, too.

"Maybe? What about our daughter's annual day, mister? Forgot so soon?" You laughed as you spoke, punching his arm playfully. "I guess my husband is turning old already."

"Hey!" Jungkook said, trying to fake his anger even if he couldn't take the smile off his face. "I remembered it, of course I remember! I had to learn the ballet routine as well!" You laughed again, the sound familiar and known to him- his heart beating a happy beat. "I twisted round and round, over and over, and nearly ripped my pants."

"Mmmm, and I didn't see you complaining after this baby appreciated you." Jungkook watched you caress your daughter's hair, then her cheek, and settle on the sand. "You went for it all the way."

"I would always go all the way for her. And for this pumpkin too." He pointed at his son, and you giggled. "And for you too. You're my world, you know that?"

You raised your head to face him, Jungkook almost complaining at the loss of your body heat right near him. "And you're mine. You, and our kids. You're all my everything."

Jungkook's eyes softened, pulling you closer for you to rest your head on him again. You leaned against his chest, and Jungkook bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaning back to bade goodbye to the sun.

"I think sunsets look the prettiest, don't they?" You marvelled at the sky, lush shades of warm orange letting hints of blue peak through as the sky prepared for nightfall.

I think everything looks prettier when it's with you, Jungkook wanted to say, but he lets the babble of the returning seagulls fill the space. His hands wrap around you, letting his eyes look to the sky once again, awed by everything around him now. This was all he needed.

"I love you," he murmured, pressing another kiss to his lover as the sun set upon the evening.

a/n: I'm not really sure if this would be drabble length or fic length, but I'd like to think of it as a drabble. Writing this was really warm and comforting for me, so I hope that it gave you a similar feeling. I'd love to hear any feedback you have either as a comment, reblog, or as an ask! Thank you so much for giving your time to my work 💞 love, hazel 🤗

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Colours | X. Dj

Pairing» Xiaojun x f!Reader

Genre» Angst, Fluff, Smut (suggestive)

Warning(s)» Friends to lovers trope, Xiaojun kinda loses his temper but that subdues, heavy makeout session, groping, public sex, fingering, implied sex towards the ending (open imagination since the request was kinda vague), steamy, our boi dejun get's flustered by Y/n's bubbly personality. I think that's about it. Lmao not proof read, so it will contain a hell lot of mistakes.

Wc; type» 2.06k ; oneshot

Red.

All Xiaojun could see is Red.

To have the person who dragged him all the way to some stupid reunion party against his will to abandon him in the first five minutes with the pathetic excuse of "I'll go grab us some drinks" only to never return back to his aid had Xiaojun boil with anger.

To have you smiling and laughing, clinging and grasping at a man he's never seen before is Infuriating.

To see you so smitten by a guy other than Xiaojun had him seeing crimson with comically visible smoke coming out of his ears, arms shaking, jaw set rigid with palms growing moist from all the clenching and unclenching.

Xiaojun felt yellow.

He felt insecure at how the man before you just seemed to be much to your taste.

He felt unsure of whether or not he should risk walking up to you and talk the talk he'd wanted to let out since the day you stood up for the lad. And inevitably, and much to his pleasure, stood by him in the process till date.

He felt that maybe, just maybe, he's not worthy of having a girl as astounding as you. And all that sliver of hope he'd held onto only seemed to be slipping away from his grasp.

Xiaojun felt blue.

The dreading feeling that he'd lose all that the two of you built until where your relationship stands today with a single mistake bubbles inside of him.

Watching you from afar with a man potentially your dream guy just made him feel blue. Numb, and as though a part of him was slowly chipping away.

The immense feeling of sheer sadness had him want to turn on his heels and back out to what he thinks "get out of your way" and to prevent further breakage of his heart.

Until he saw red again.

Watching you throw yourself at this stranger, arms tightly wrapped around the bastard's waist, hips joint, with his hands running through the soft curls of your tresses, "who does he think he is?"

How entitled must this man think he is to expand the white between the two of you? You and Xiaojun were meant to be and he'd only flick your head and call you stupid if you ever said otherwise.

Eyebrows furrowing as Xiaojun followed each of your actions. How your chin tucks and you hide your face in this 'dream bastard's' chest, arms idly resting on his torso, your hair covering your face from all the moving around. He kept watching you;

Until your gaze met.

Time seemed to stand still, in a much cliché fashion. Seeing the expressionless look on his face seemed to have clicked the power on button somewhere in your head.

You'd unintentionally abandoned the man you promised you wouldn't.

Almost as though Xiaojun could see the wheels turning inside your head, he sneers at you, immediately turning around to walk into a corner the moment he saw you approaching him through the crowd filled with hookers, stoners, and people too bored for their own good.

"Jun, wait up!"

He could hear your shrill voice call out to him the moment he rounded a turn. He didn't turn, however, mind clouded red, crimson and ebony with jealousy, envy and all mixed emotions, he felt dizzy.

You catching up to him only seemed to worsen his dizziness, "Jun! I-i'm so sorry i forgot about you, it's just my b-"

"Forgot about me, huh?" Xiaojun's voice comes gruff, hoarse from the inadequate usage. He doesn't bother turning around to look at you, wouldn't have done much anyways, the lighting of the area so dim, he can barely make out your silhouette.

Besides, his vision is clouded with black, wouldn't have done much anyways.

"No no, not forget forget about you! I just got caught up with my b-"

"boyfriend? Y/n, are you oblivious to not know how I feel? Am I vague? Oh I'm sorry, am I not obvious enough?" Through the darkness, you could see Xiaojun's shoulder shake, his tone strained, his head hung low, avoiding your gaze the closer you got. "Jun, what are you talking about?"

You seemed to be feeling grey, confused.

"Your boyfriend, Y/n."

"Jun, boyfriend-!" "I like you damn it!" you flinch as he abruptly turns around, the red building inside him so rapidly that it inevitably ends up exploding.

"You know I like you, no, I love you. Why else would you have been waltzing around acting like a pliant, docile girlfriend?" The grey intensifies within you the faster Xiaojun talks quick strides towards you.

Your silence and the unconscious stepping back seemed to plant a seed of yellow within him again. "You led me on. You seemingly ignored my feelings. Because you obviously know I like you, don't you?" The red appears again, mixing with the intense yellow, blending into a terrific orange as Xiaojun closes the space between the two of you with newfound confidence.

"You like me.." you whisper, your palms pressing onto the greasy wall behind you where Xiaojun had you cornered, your eyes shaking in ecstasy. He likes you, no. He loves you.

"You need to a whole 'nother level of airhead if you think i view you merely as a friend-" Somewhere in your head, you know he's talking to you, but his voice seems to numb out in the beautiful crimson that's taking over your heart, with a slight mix of elegant yellow and purple so faint it could come off as violet. "You like me!" you look up at him.

"-Yes, Y/n, keep up god damn! But do you care? Of course not! You go get yourself a boyfriend while i wallow in self pity-"

"Oh god you like me!" you bounce with all the vibrant colors swirling inside you, your arms lifting up to wrap around the lads neck, who jumps at the unexpected action, looking down at you with a mixture of confusion and slight fury.

"Does it matter, Y/n? Your boyfriend's probably looking for you now-"

"Jun, what are you talking about? I don't have a boyfriend!" you pull him down to be leveled with you, looking him intensely in the eye as you watch the familiar grey dominate his irises.

"Th-Then, that man you were all over..? You cannot possibly tell me he's not your boyfriend" he seems to be fighting to hold onto the red fury as it slowly turns into a rosy flush. "The man I was all over..?" you question seemingly to yourself, as the wheels turn in your head once again until the entire process comes to an abrupt halt at the realization hitting you.

"Jun, that's my brother! My cousin!"

The look on the lad's face is so incredulous that you break out into a cheshire grin, "you were jealous of my brother?" you giggle, as you playfully punch at his chest which deflates as he radiates bright crimson, skin heated.

"o-okay brother. brother, alright. Though, I still don't stand a chance, do i?" Xiaojun questions, stammering with embarrassment while being overcome with a sudden sense of blue. Sure you didn't have a boyfriend, doesn't change the fact that you're way out of his league.

You stare into his eyes, hoping that would somehow convey the answer to his question, but the more you just look at him, the more the light in his eyes seems to dim out.

Offering him a soft smile, which he doesn't seem to notice, you catch him off guard when you lift his head up, tilting it while pressing your lips onto his ever so gently. Providing a soft peck as you sigh in ecstasy.

You let your lips linger a little longer, silently pouring out your heart into the soft action of affection before hesitantly pulling away.

"Does that answer your question?" your gentle voice pulls Xiaojun out of his haze.

You kissed him. You like him. He stands a chance with you.

That seems to snap the last bit of self restraint in him as he captures your lips once again with much fervor. Molding his lips with yours, all signs of softness thrown out of the window as his hands circle your hips, pulling you flush against him.

The feeling of your heat encircling him makes him groan into the kiss, making a wave of shock run through your spine. The hairs on your hand standing proud as you play with the hair at the back of his neck, pulling at it.

Biting down on your lips, Xiaojun positively earns a moan from you. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into yours, easily dominating your tongue as you slowly, subconsciously start grinding against him, making him squeeze tight at your hips.

"I.. Love you.. Jun" you say in between the kiss as his hands travel further south, groping at your ass, pulling you in, supporting your grinds on his crotch.

"Fuck.." he sighs at the words, slithering wet kisses from your lips to the edge of your lips, moving onto the jaw before choosing to nip at the skin, "say it again, doll" he rasps onto your neck, while his hands sneakily makes its way under the flimsy material of your skirt, thumbing at your growing wetness while staring intently at you, silently asking for the green flag to proceed.

"I.. I love you. I love you, Xiaojun!" you nod at him while pouring all your adoration onto the lad, you'd waited too long for the two of you to take it slow from now on forth.

Xiaojun moves your panties to the side, immediately finding the bundle of nerves, pressing nimbly onto your clit, basking in your little whimpers and shakes.

He wastes no time to draw figure eights onto the sensitive bud, cooing at you while marking his territory on your neck, your jaw, the naked skin of your shoulders and collarbone, exposed by the off shoulder top you'd chosen for the evening.

"I love you, too, princess. You've no idea how long I've waited for this moment." he moans onto your neck while sliding in a slender digit into your wet cavern.

You grow frantic, soaking in all the emotions Xiaojun is pouring onto you with his actions and words, being pulled close to your high, embarrassing faster than you'd appreciate.

"You've no idea how many times I'm imagined taking you until all you can remember is my name, not even yours" he starts moving his digits after fitting in another one of his long fingers, the slick pouring out of your cunt pooling onto his palms as your moans come out as squeals. Your brain is hazing with a pleasant pink, blue and red. All of the emotions overwhelming you.

"You look gorgeous, doll face" he kisses softly at the side of your lips when you start clenching around his fingers, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap.

"J-Jun.." you sigh, face flush with content, legs shaking, your form only being held up by his strong grip, his intense gaze making you feel so small, so vulnerable, all the tell-tale signs of your orgasm nearing you present as he accelerates his fingers, clearly catching onto the fact that you'd come undone any second.

"You gonna come for me, pretty? Am I making you feel good?" he grunts while nibbling at the lobe of your ears, digits moving so fast inside your calls that you can hear the squelching obscene voices of your walls over the loud music playing in the background, his palm constantly rubbing against your clit.

"Feel's so g-good, Jun.." You grip onto his forearm to keep you grounded as your orgasm washes over you. Your jaw slacks as you convulse around his fingers. Xiaojun cooing praises into your ears as he helps you ride out your orgasm, pulling you into a kiss as you push his fingers away when he slowly drives you into overstimulation.

"Fuck, you're perfect." he stares at you with adoration while you catch your breath. Forcing yourself to step out of your daze. You smile shyly until it turns into a sly smirk as you move your hands to grab at his painfully evident dent, slowly rasping out as you move closer to him,

"Your place or mine?"

The red never felt so satisfying to Xiaojun until now.

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bruhstories · 3 years

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Choke Me

Summary: Reiner can’t comprehend why you won’t have sex with him. You help him understand Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: language, dom!Reader, sub!Reiner, oral sex (female receiving), whipping, unprotected sex, tied up Reiner Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: You know what, I'm thriving off of sub!Reiner.

It absolutely baffled Reiner how someone like Annie was such good friends with someone like... you. He didn't mean it in a bad way, it was just too strange that the two of you were so close, yet complete opposites of each other. Annie was a tomboy, silent and calculating, you were dressed in pink from head to toe, loud and outgoing and just so adorable. And you completely ransacked his heart. Reiner was utterly in love with you, and you knew it. So, when he mustered up the courage to ask you out, it did not come as a surprise. In fact, you too crushed on him, and every time you were at their place, your eyes drifted to him, always, all the time. The two of you clicked instantly as a couple, and Reiner could only wonder how on Earth were you single until him, going so far as to asking Annie about your love life and with widened eyes, she hastily dismissed him. See, the thing was that you, despite your bubbly and juvenile personality, were a sick, sadistic dominatrix, and boys were terrified of that. While you usually donned clothing in pastels, flowy dresses and chiffon blouses, half of your closet was filled with garters, suspender belts, corsets, some in the deepest shades of red, others black, materials varying from lace to latex. Whenever you had a guy over and pulled out whips, riding crops or ball gags, they would disappear from the face of the Earth, never evercalling you back. Annie knew this about you but never judged. To each their own, she would say, not exactly caring about your kinks. But she wouldn't know how Reiner would react to that, and while intrigued to find out, she didn't want you two to break up either. Deep down she cared about all of her friends, despite the aloof attitude.

Three months into your relationship, you still politely declined Reiner's offers to have sex. He was incredibly sweet, treating you like a princess, and in return you were supportive and caring, but fearing that he, too, might run away after learning about your kinks, you kept finding excuses to deny him. At one point he even asked you if you have some sort of STD, genuinely concerned but promising to still be with you no matter what. You promised you were clean, but that only made him more curious as to why you wouldn't have him. 'You're not attracted to me?' or 'Am I doing something wrong?' were his usual questions and your heart broke in thousands of pieces each time you refused him. He seemed like the kind of man who dominated in bed, and while you were inclined to switch it out sometimes, you always, always had to have it your way the first time you fucked a guy.

Eventually Reiner couldn't take it anymore. He called you, begged you to explain yourself to him and you ceased to try and keep him away from the carnal pleasure you both desired. You invited him over, offering to cook dinner and disclose what you had managed to hide for so long. He popped at your door with a bouquet of daffodils, matching the honey-yellow apron tied around your waist, his eyes were needy and woeful, still believing it's his fault that you two haven't had sex yet. He kissed you on the lips, starving for more, but you pulled back, opting to discuss things first.

"So," you began, legs crossed under the table and anxiously swirling spaghetti with your fork, "I... shit, I don't even know how to say it."

"Y/N, whatever it is, I promise it won't change what I feel for you." Reiner caressed your cheek so gently that you felt sorry for dragging him into this.

"I think it's best if I show you." You got up, took hold of his hand and guided him into your bedroom. The chamber perfectly reflected your personality, with garlands and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, doodles and drawings taped to the walls and stuffed toys bundled up on your baby blue bedsheets. "You better sit down for this, babe."

"Jesus, how bad can it be?"

With a sigh, you swung open the closet door, revealing the strangest of sex toys, erotic lingerie and high heeled footwear. Reiner erupted into laughter, throwing himself on your bed and holding his abdomen.

"Why exactly are you laughing?" Your voice was serious, dangerous almost, your body lacking a reaction.

"You're telling me you didn't wanna have sex because, what? You're into BDSM?"

"I don't think you get it, Reiner. I'm not just into it, I like dominating men." You frowned, taken aback by his attitude. He perked his ears up and sat up, suddenly attentive, his gaze locking with yours.

"Do you want to dominate me?" The blond asked, unsure of what it would feel like, but inquisitive to try.

"If you'll let me, yes." You bit your lip, fingers smoothing the apron.

"Fuck it, if it makes you happy, I'll let you do whatever you want to me." Reiner declared, palms on his knees. "Do I need a safe word?"

"Not tonight, I'll go easy on you." You beamed, eyes glistening with so much joy and he almost regretted his decision.

Almost.

Tied up, naked and helpless, Reiner could only watch how you strutted into the bedroom, latex corset around your waist, tits out, riding crop in hand.

"Shit, you look so-" crack.

The thin object met with his cheek and he groaned in pain, confusion written all over his face.

"You speak when I allow it, understood?" And he nodded desperately. "Good boy. Maybe if you behave, I'll reward you."

It was then when Reiner realised how easily his dick hardened when he submitted. It was then when he realised how much he loved you.

You dragged the crop across his body, goosebumps all over his skin, before you propped one foot on the bed, spreading your legs and exposing your wet cunt to him. You could've sworn you saw his pupils dilating when your fingers barely touched the slick slit.

"You want this, Reiner?"

"Yes!" The man almost cried out, licking his lips. Crack. Another hit, this time over his thigh and he whimpered — the sound was music to your ears.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please!"

"That's better." You hummed, slightly spreading your folds, foot still on the bed. Your middle finger rubbed around your clit, a quiet moan escaping your lips. "Tell me how much you want it!"

Pulling at his restraints, Reiner sighed. Never has he felt so overpowered, but the pleasure he took from it was slowly seeping in his brain, clouding his judgment.

"I need you, Y/N. I need to feel you so bad, please!"

"You gotta earn it first." Voice aggressive yet seductive, you climbed on top of him, feet at the sides of his head. "Lick it good and I'll reward you. Do a bad job and I'll punish you." And before he could utter a word you were straddling his face. His tongue sloppily licked everything it could, in or around your cunt, and you forcefully grabbed the metallic bedframe with one hand, your other one fondling your soft tits. Your moans echoed in the room as you moved your hips for more friction, your breath hitching, his cock twitching. "Atta boy!" You groaned and slid off of him.

"Did I do well?" Reiner asked, hope glistening in his eyes.

"Very well." You snickered and pressed your lips onto his to taste yourself in a sinful kiss.

"Can I get my reward?" The man asked after you pulled away, a mixture of saliva and slickness at the corners of your mouth.

"Oh, I don't know..." You scrunched your nose.

"Please, Y/N! I've been good, I- I need you around my dick, please!" He begged, not even caring how desperate he sounded and that only made you feel like a goddess. You picked up the riding crop and dragged it up and down his shaft, terror in his eyes.

"I wonder how much it would hurt." You mused, head tilted and mischief in your voice.

"No, no, you said it was good! Please don't punish me-"

"Oh, don't be stupid." You rolled your eyes, climbing back on top of him. "I need that dick as much as you do." And with that, your hand helped push his cock in between your folds, painstakingly slowly taking it all in. "Fuck, you're big."

The sound of skin against skin tickled your brain, your hips moving up and down, your cunt clenching around his throbbing member.

"Please..." Reiner groaned.

"Please what?" You threw your head back, the pressure forming in your core making you moan louder.

"Please choke me!" He asked and you almost stopped moving, taken aback by his request.

"I'm beginning to think you like being dominated, love." You grinned, your fingers lightly squeezing his neck.

"God, you're so tight!" The man bucked his hips, the unexpected thrust earning a whimper out of you. "Harder, choke me harder!"

"Fuck, Reiner!" The grip around his neck tightened and your moves became frantic, animalistic. "You like that? You like the way I fuck you?"

"Mhm!" He eagerly nodded, unable to speak.

"Look at you, so small and pathetic." You panted, feeling your climax close and his cock pulsating. "Oh, are you gonna come? Go on, do it, come for me!" You cried out, legs violently quaking as the sticky hot liquid dripped out of your folds, down his shaft. For a moment neither of you moved. You looked at Reiner through strands of Y/H/C that draped over your face, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. Your hands extended and you untied the ropes around his wrists, falling next to your boyfriend on the mattress, cum leaking out of your cunt.

"Do you still... love me?" You whispered, your voice shy, completely different to the woman you were five seconds ago.

"Babe, of course! And to be fair, it was so hot submitting to you." Reiner pulled you to his chest, fingers brushing your cheek. "Say, think we can switch it up next time?"

"Nope!" You smiled and rested your forehead on his shoulder.

"Eh, at least I tried." The man shrugged. "In all seriousness, though, don't hide things like these from me. If this is what you like then I respect that, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Most boys ran, but Reiner was a man, and he was clearly going to stay.

"Maaaaybe we can switch next time. But only if you behave!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

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