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minhosimthings · 4 months

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Angels in Tibet

Symphony Smut Series Day 13: Amaarae's Angels in Tibet

Lyric: Louvre and Armani I like how you say it

Pairings: fiance!Jay × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, implied use of pheromone, bathroom sex, semi public sex, fingering, p in v sex, overstimulation, missionary, unprotected sex (not for you baby), mention of breeding, rough sex and I'm talking ROUGH, dom!Jay, sub!reader, fluffy in the beginning

A/N: Day 13 baby! 5 more oneshots to go and we'll be over. I just had to do a Paris fic with Jay cause IT'S JAY. @yunabi436 a gift for you darling

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Jay was a 'date to marry' guy. Which was very evident from the fact that he bought you your favourite flowers on your first date which he had asked you about the day before.

The ring on your finger never shone brighter than now, when Jay had proposed a pre-wedding holiday to Paris, even though you had begged him not to spend more money on you.

"What kind of a husband would I be if I didn't?" He reasoned, blocking your attempts to put in your credit card to chip in for the trip, "Plus you've always wanted to see the Louvre so we're going, no buts."

"Not even my butt?"

Paris was beautiful. Paris was amazing. Paris was amazing. But most of all, Paris had The Louvre.

A place you had been wanting to visit since you saw it in a magazine when you were seven. You had always hada knack for art history, which, due to parental pressure, you hadn't taken as a major in college. Jay knew that. And that's why he took you to see the triangular polycarbon (or atleast he guessed it was polycarbon) structure, where treasures beheld your eyes.

"You know the interesting thing about this painting-" you stared at all the beautiful swirls of colours on the frame in front of you, "is that even though it is more harder to paint than the painting opposite of it-" you glances at the crowd of people behind you, "It is still largely ignored."

"So you'd much rather analyse The Wedding Feast at Cana rather than The Mona Lisa herself?" Jay rested his chin on your shoulder, reading the brief introduction of the painter carved at the pedestal.

"Mona Lisa is a masterpiece I will admit. But this!" You gestured dramatically towards the painting with your hands, "This is magnificent."

"Darling as much as I would love to stand here and watch you talk about this painting, didn't you want to get a look at Psyche by Antonio Canova? And isn't that in the next room with the sculptures?"

"Oh yeah." You responded. Seeing all the artworks of the Louvre would take approximately 20 days and you were only here for a week. So you obliged and took Jay's hand casually strolling off to the next room.

Though you hadn't mentioned it, your nostrils had had a sense of misdirection throughout the entire time Jay strolled close to you. You had brushed it off as a thing of the atmosphere, continuing with your tour.

Unbeknownst to you however, earlier that day, Jay had rubbed some of his 'special' cologne onto his wrists and neck. You were a generally freaky person, and he knew that. So your everlasting wish to fuck in the bathroom of a museum was about to be fulfilled today.

"Jay ah-ah fuck."

Jay's got you pinned against him, back to chest, feet balanced atop the muscle of his thighs. Spread wide open, bare and exposed, helpless in the way he traps your throat between bicep and forearm.

“This what you had in mind for the bathroom of The Louvre?” he asks, circles a wet finger over your clit, a ghosting touch that leaves your hips canting upward. Almost frantic, a silent pleading, but he traps you steadfast.

It started as a small kiss. A peck. A brush of the lips so gentle you barely felt it until he pressed his mouth to yours fully. There was no tongue, nor any breathlessness when he pulled away and looked at you again. But you could feel the shift in the air. The drop in your stomach and sudden stillness in the room while a white noise clouded your head.

You’re a little light-headed, blistered beneath the skin, needy and fidgeting. Maybe you want him to hold you still, to fit you tight against him, to fight against your struggle—something carnal deep down that gets off on his strength, the power you know he can wield over you.

Your vision begins to speckle and fizz, and pleasure coils blinding hot in the pit of your stomach. At his mercy, desperate for anything he’ll give you—the helplessness breaks you apart, soaks you between the legs. The sound of his pumping fingers is filthy and slick, and your cunt sucks him in. Begs more than your mouth ever could.

You meet each thrust of his fingers with a tilt of your hips, exhale a stuttering moan when he begins to grind the bulge of his cock against the curve of your ass. When he pulls you hard against his chest and whispers a string of praise into your ear.

His name is the last coherent word you get out before it’s only feral moans of bliss. You’re so close it’s like a fire burning in your limbs, every muscle tensing as you try to withhold it a little longer to prolong this moment where all you cared about was him and the way he could send you into the stars. When the tip of his finger pinpoints and stiffens to flick teasingly before he latches once again, that’s all it takes to have the elastic snaps, sending a shockwave from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers, your muffled scream echoing off the mirrors. He’s satisfied with himself, smiling as he stands and lets your legs fall limply from his grasp, his hands catching your boneless body from slinking down onto the floor.

This man was beautiful, so godsdamned beautiful.

And he was all yours.

"Can you take more darling?" Jay questioned, clutching your hips to keep you steady, admiring your naked back in the mirror behind you, "I can do it all night if you want."

Without warning, he shoved his cock into your pussy, hearing your muffled whimper as he'd done so. "quiet, don't wanna wake up the sculptures do we?" His own voice was strained as he scolded you, beginning to set his own pace. Unforgiving and harsh, making you lightheaded and dizzy.

You felt him right at your womb again and again and fucking again. You felt any semblance of your very sanity begin to melt away as he fucked you, so roughly that it almost had you begging for him to go easy on you.

He was fucking you like a thing void of a soul, like a rag doll. Every single time you felt him back inside, he pushed you deeper and deeper onto the marble. Your hands had felt useless, not even able to support your own weight. You offered them to him, feeling his lone hand take both of yours, anchoring himself to you without his pace even faltering. It was a reminder to you both that he's fucking huge, so strong and capable of easily overpowering you. It had you nearly sobbing, your insides squeezing him snugly.

Jay holds your stomach down and goes deeper. You squeal as you cum on his dick. He keeps going until eventually he slows down and cums, the warm feeling enveloping your pussy like a cocoon.

Jay looks up at your almost passed out figure and lets you rest your head on his shoulder as he pulls out.

"You doing okay baby?" Jay asks uncertainly, noticing how hard you were breathing.

"Park Jongsoeng how is our wedding day sex gonna beat this?" You joke, leaning against the cold marble. Thank heavens that the museum wasn't too busy today.

"Oh don't worry about that." Jay growls in your ear, squeezing your waist,

"I'll make sure to fuck a baby into you on that day."

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dilemmaontwolegs · 7 months

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We’ve Got Tonight || LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x singer!reader Summary: When you catch your boyfriend cheating you get your sweet revenge and a handsome stranger who steps in to protect you. Warnings: being cheated on, angst, injury

Songs: Shania Twain - Man! I feel like a woman Garth Brooks - Friends in low places Carrie Underwood - Before he cheats Kenny Rogers & Sheena Easton - We’ve got tonight

Lando couldn’t believe he had let Daniel drag him out to the Texan bar. It was completely polar opposite to anything he was used to, but Danny fit right in with his Stetson hat and cowboy boots.

Lando winced into his glass as the latest woman to take the corner stage butchered a Shania Twain song but it didn’t seem to bother his drinking buddy as he left to join the rows of people line dancing. Lando was grateful when the song came to an end but it was short lived as he heard a familiar Australian accent on the mic talking the band into playing Friends in Low Places. Spinning around on his stool at the bar, the McLaren driver found his old teammate on the small stage grinning like a fool as the music started.

Lando watched the older driver and envied the confidence he had to sing terribly to a bar full of strangers. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t hold a note or match the key - Daniel had presence and was always entertaining. The song was almost over when a change of light caught Lando’s eye and he swivelled back to see the saloon doors swing shut behind you.

Lando nearly fell off his chair. The sight of your smile was dazzling and he swore the colours in the room were brighter because of it. He hardly remembered to breathe as you cast your eyes around the bar, searching for something he suddenly hoped he had. Disappointment landed heavy on his chest as your pretty eyes settled on the pool tables and he wondered which one of the handsome men was lucky enough to have you.

He started to turn away and wash the bitter taste of jealousy from his mouth with his drink when he saw the smile dim. It was like a cloud had come and blocked the sun, shadows curving your lips down until they pressed to a hard line and your eyes narrowed on a man. Lando swallowed at the change thinking you was even more beautiful, like lightning in a thunderstorm. Beautiful, dangerous, deadly.

Then you were gone, the tassels on your boots swaying quickly as you disappeared out the door as quickly as you came.

“Whatcha looking for?” Daniel asked as he dropped back into his seat. Lando hadn’t even noticed the song had ended while he watched the empty space in the doorway, another singer taking the stage.

“N-nothing,” he stammered quickly as he turned back to the bar and raised his glass to his dry lips.

“Whatever you say, mate,” Daniel chuckled as he clapped Lando on the back. “She was hot though, right?”

Lando coughed and sputtered on his drink as Daniel laughed knowingly. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, but I’m not blind. And since you’re single, you should get off your ass and lasso yourself a lady friend. You know what they say: save a horse, ride a cowgir-” Lando clamped a hand over Daniel’s mouth as his cheeks turned pink.

“You can’t say that, dude! You are totally going to get cancelled one day.”

Daniel shrugged and sent him a lopsided grin as he looked over Lando’s shoulder. “Looks like it’s your lucky day.”

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White hot rage left your hands shaking as you dropped the baseball bat and walked away, the metal clanking loudly on the asphalt of the parking lot. You didn’t even notice the trickle of blood running down your fingertips from cutting your palm with Damon’s hunting knife when you slashed the tyres of his Ford Raptor. You couldn’t feel anything except the burning need for revenge.

All the joy you had felt on the drive to the bar had been forgotten. The phone call with the news seemed like a lifetime ago and you hated him all the more for ruining what should have been the best day of your life so far.

After years of hard work you were finally catching a break and had been signed to Big Loud and would soon be recording your own country music. You had been so excited you had left work early and driven across town to surprise Damon. What a surprise he would get.

You looked ahead at the bar you had left, still seeing the way he curled himself around her, the pretense of pretending to teach her how to play pool - the same trick he had used to get close to you the night you met. Rotten bastard. It made you question the last two years together and how many other women he pulled the same moves on. You were going to teach him a lesson, and maybe save her from the same fate.

You swaggered into the bar and felt eyes on you, but the only pair that didn’t turn were his. Damon was too enraptured by the woman dancing against him, a dainty cocktail spilling over her glass.

“Mind if I butt in next, Jimmy?” you asked the old man who loved to sing a bit of Kenny Rogers after a few drafts of beer.

“Not at all, pumpkin, been a while since you joined us.” The song was just finishing and Jimmy jutted his chin at Damon as he poured two shots of whiskey, offering one to you. “Say, ain’t that your old man?”

“Not any more.” You downed the shot and inhaled the burn before taking the stage and telling the band what to play.

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Lando stepped off his stool as the song started and his feet carried him closer to the stage with Daniel right at his side, not that he noticed. You hadn’t even parted your lips but he knew, somehow he just knew, you would sound perfect. The song was one he recognised, maybe from a movie or just on the radio, but it hit differently when he saw your eyes boring holes into the couple still dancing together by the pool tables.

Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde tramp and she's probably gettin' frisky. Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink 'cause she can't shoot whiskey. Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick showin' her how to shoot a combo. And he don't know…

Lando couldn’t breathe as he watched the realisation dawn on the stranger who looked up from the blonde woman he had been grinding on. The man’s jaw went slack and he half shoved the woman from his lap as he straightened up, a small shake of his head when he met the eyes on the stage. He could almost hear the whispered ‘oh no’ fall from his lips and he felt a smug satisfaction on your behalf.

I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights. Slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats.

Your smile was dark and you watched Damon blanch at the sight, only making you feel even better for what you had done.

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl, 'cause the next time that he cheats, Oh, you know it won't be on me. No, not on me.

“No, no, baby, no,” Damon whined as he tugged the short strands of his hair and rushed out of the bar, leaving his date in a state of confusion until her brain caught up and her hands shot to cover her mouth in shock.

“Yeah, he played us both, honey,” you said as you shoved the mic back in the stand and crossed your arms as the doors burst open.

“You crazy bitch!” Damon tried to rush the stage only to find himself shoved back by a handsome stranger who was apparently a lot stronger than he looked. “Get the fuck out of my way!”

“Not gonna happen, mate,” he said with a chuckle, his British accent sweet on the ears. “I think you’ve done enough, don’t you?”

“She ruined my fucking truck! Do you know how much that cost?”

You scoffed and stepped up behind the stranger, feeling bolder as you saw his arms flex ready to protect you. “Too much, but I guess you had to overcompensate for something small,” you said as your eyes darted to his trousers and the taller companion barely contained his laugh.

“Oh, I like this one, Lando. She’s got fire.”

“Just give me my house key and leave, it’s over.” You held out your palm waiting until he fisted his keys from his pocket and cursed your name as he pulled it off the keyring.

“Where the fuck am I meant to live?”

You looked over at the woman and asked, “Do you want to take him home, honey?” She shook her head now that she knew he was a no good cheater and your smile widened as you turned back to Damon. “You’ll be nice and cozy in your pickup.”

He stepped forward but Lando’s friend joined him shoulder to shoulder and Damon quickly realised he was not going to win whatever went down. With his tail between his legs, he turned and grumbled his way out the door before the band started up and Jimmy kicked off with We’ve Got Tonight.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” you said as the two strangers finally deemed it safe to turn their backs on the door and face you. A pair of stormy blue eyes met yours and you blinked twice before you managed to look away, scanning a quick glance over the messy styled curls on his head to the slim black t-shirt that fitted perfectly. Your lips dried as you realised you were staring and he cleared his throat when he caught himself doing the same.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You bit your lip at the offer and tipped your head to the side. “I think I should be the one buying you a drink, your friend too. It’s the least I can do.”

“Daniel,” the taller man said with a grin and held his hand out to shake.

“Y/N.”

“Enchanté.”

“Uh, bless you.”

Lando laughed and the sound brought a smile to your face. “I know how you can thank me,” he said as he nodded to Jimmy who was grabbing a second microphone and pointing it your way. “I’m fairly sure this song is a duet. Know it?”

You smirked as you stepped back and gave him a wink before taking the stage, his eyes never leaving yours and you sang just for him.

We've got tonight, Who needs tomorrow? Let's make it last, Let's find a way Turn out the light, Come take my hand now We've got tonight, babe, Why don't we stay?

His nod was almost imperceptible and you weren’t sure if you imagined it as you let the question hang in the air while the music faded out. In two long, self-certain steps, he closed the distance and offered his hand to help you down the steps and you grinned at the warmth of his palm as he laced your fingers with his.

Suddenly he froze and looked down, concern etching his features as he pulled his hand back and found it stained red. “Fuck, you’re hurt.”

You blinked at the cut on your palm, only noticing the ache after your attention was drawn to it. “Huh, guess that’s what I get for slashing his tyres,” you murmured with a weak laugh.

“He deserved more than that,” Lando growled as he led you to the bar and asked for a first aid kit. “But he definitely didn’t deserve you.”

“You don’t know me, I could be a terrible person.” You winced as he cleaned the cut before pressing a bandage to stem the bleeding.

“I’m a pretty good judge of character, Y/N.” He pinned the bandage into place before lifting your hand to his lips and kissing the top softly. “I knew it from your smile when you arrived, and everything after just proves you’re strong.”

Your chin dipped as you felt your face flush and you couldn’t remember the last time someone was so sweet. “You really know how to make a girl feel special. So how long are you in town for?”

His lips turned down slightly as he sighed and reluctantly admitted. “We fly back to London tomorrow.”

You felt the same disappointment but chased it away and squeezed his hand that still held yours, your eyes meeting with the same idea flitting past. “We’ve got tonight?”

His smile returned and grew until his eyes wrinkled with how wide it was, brightening up his whole face and sparking yours to match. “Yeah, we’ve got tonight.”

#lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #f1 imagines #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic

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rblackdeco · 1 month

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Flower delivery

— pairing: james potter x fem!reader

— summary: james runs to your house to give you flowers

— a/n: happy late birthday to my favourite boy!! this is just pure fluff <3

Beads of sweat are dripping down James' neck, his hair glued to his forehead, and he's panting so much you're worried he might pass out. The streetlights shine down on his hair, a halo made of his curls as he finally stops at your door.

You're at a lack of words. James smiles brightly, like his little run was nothing, despite his state. He thinks he can feel his lungs giving out on him, a slightly sharp pain just bellow his ribcage. It doesn't show on his face. "Hi, love."

"Hi... Are you okay?" A smile curls at your lips, and you know you shouldn't laugh, that the situation could be serious, but your gut tells you it isn't.

"Wanted to see my girl." He answers, smile still on his lips. "'S that okay?"

Your smile grows brighter, lovestruck. "Yeah... Did you run here? It's over four blocks, James!"

"Nine, I..." He stops, catches his breath. He's pretty sure his legs are giving him up. "Was at Remus', and stopped at that uhm, that flower shop you like around his corner? Yeah, Lily didn't want to sell me flowers if I was running to yours. Party pooper. I sent a uber for them." You chuckle, fixing his hair.

"For them?" You smile, glimpse of affection in your eyes. "James, you ran here and sent a uber for the flowers?"

"Uhm, yeah..." James smiles. "And I outrun it... So I can see my girl's reaction." He smirks, but something tells you his lean against the doorframe is more for support and less for charming reasons. The pet name that rolls out of his tongue gives your cheeks a red tint.

"Rather have you in one piece, not looking like you ran four marathons." You say. "Can you sit? And please try to not pass out on my porch?" He nods to you, sitting on the stairs in front of your door with his head on his hands. You chuckle, going inside for a moment to get him a glass of water. His eyes light up as he sees it on your hand.

"You're my saviour, love." He thanks you, chugging the glass down in so little time you wonder if he could've set a record. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning to give you a kiss. Just as he does, a car parks on your street, and a man gets out. James beats you to it, opening the back door to reveal a couple bouquets. You smile to the point your cheeks hurt with it as you walk to him, eyes scanning over the different types and colours of flowers. You don't think you have jars enough for it.

"James-" You begin, but he cuts you right off.

"Only the best for my girl, lovely." James says, picking a daisy to put it on your hair, smiling to you. "C'mon, let's get them inside." You nod to him, picking one of the bouquets in your arms, mostly daisies and lilies, but a few carnations and colorful dahlias pop in the middle. Your fingers grasp against a card and you pull it, recognising James' and Lily's handwriting. It reads: "for my favourite girl", and Lily complements it with tiny letters on the end of the page, as well as some drawings of flowers "This idiot ran to see you, take good care of him".

And it goes without saying you will.

#marauders #marauders fic #the marauders era #the marauders #james potter #james potter blurb #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #marauders fluff #james potter x fem!reader #rblackdeco writes — ★

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hotdogdynamitezzz · 1 year

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Your Fashion and Style Guide

Pt.1

Part 2 (Libra - Pisces) Here

Use your Rising & Venus sign!

Aries:

Prioritizes comfort but doesn't compromise for their fashion style

Absolutely rocks streetwear & athleisure

Prefers sporty fits the most!

Looks best in red & black clothing

Their style always has some sort of edge to it

Big on grunge and vintage rockband t shirts

They love combat boots and they generally prefer flame or camo print clothes

This sounds odd but they kinda remind me of a racecar aesthetic?

Very Sharp with their fashion choices

They look great in leather jackets

A bold colour paired with a neutral for a high contrast look suit them best

They love the rockstar or baddie aesthetic

Looks ~

Taurus:

They have three modes, classy bitches, edgy e-girls & bohemian botanical.

But generally, I see classy and soft the most

Green, Brown, Beige, White, Black, Pink & Red for sensuality.

They love wearing neutrals but they often mix it up with some colour now and again

They usually have some sort of special necklace

A fan of pearls because it's classic

But diamonds are their best friends too ofc

Fuzzy & Fluffy cardigans or sweaters have their heart, especially the white and brown colours

They are into floral and flannel patterns

Their favorite colour options are brown & pink or white & pink 🕊💕

They usually dress more modest but make it look high fashion

They usually like to incorporate silk or a corset into their outfit, being ruled by venus makes them into a sensual and seductive look

Generally they favour comfortable fabrics and silk

Looks ~

Gemini:

I noticed they don't really like dark colours and generally prefer brighter neutrals or colours

They like off-the-shoulder, cold shoulder, cutout tops & cool designs on their shirts whether its long sleeve or not

They choose tops based on the arm style such as balloon sleeves or cutouts

Asymmetrical styles suit them best

Colors are white, bright pinks, and green.

Earrings & Bracelets are their favorite accessories

They like a fairy aesthetic, something that feels whimsical

Likes to switch between feminine and masculine clothing frequently

Very experimental with their clothes

Looks ~

Cancer:

Either soft and girly or moody and dark!

They prefer to keep it modest unless showing off their chest

Their choice of jewelry are pearl necklaces

The shoes they tend to favour are chunky block heels & sandals

Prefers blue, pink & white or black

Soft and flowy clothes like cardigans or kimonos

Knee high socks + sweater dresses look great

They love sweetheart necklines

Into crop tops! Usually silk crops

They like to pair tight clothes with a flowy jacket! Especially if it has a pop of colour

Overall style changes depending on how they're feeling that day

Looks ~

Leo:

Everytime I looked up a Leo rising celebrity that were ALWAYS wearing sunglasses

A fan of sunhats too!

Anything bright & metallic suit them perfectly

They look lavish in silky and shiny materials

They tend to wear fur coats

They like long and sturdy coats in general!

Usually they own big statement jewelry

Everything looks shiny tbh especially their hair.

Sparkly clothes & sequins are their weakness

They could rock sundresses

They look great in animal print, specifically cheetah or leopard.

Bold fashion is their go-to

Even if they wear neutral colours they make sure the texture stands out

Jumpsuits were really popular among them! I think they like to look playful but glamorous at the same time

They will not leave the house unless they look ready for a fashion show lol

Their motive is to standout and turn heads.

Looks ~

Virgo:

Less is more for them

They like simple t-shirts with cute mottos like "be kind" or some shit that HAS to be written in small font or they won't wear it LOL

A Preppy Style & Sweater Vests are their thing

So is gingham print

They rock high-fashion looks

Fake glasses are a cute trend they look good in

A big fan of trench coats and cardigans

They prefer a business casual look

They prefer earthy tones & greens.

They are all about the simplicity in versatility! For instance they usually like black jeans and a white top but the top can be a tube top or a halter top based on what they want that day

They LOVE BLAZERS

Very picky about fashion, I find super bright colors often turn them away

Quality > Quantity for them

A lot of them look great in crop tops, or waist accentuating clothing like kim k is known for

Watches are usually a staple item they prefer

Looks ~

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icallhimjoey · 4 months

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Can we have a sweet and soft Christmas eve with Joey? Just the two of us? pretty please

this was requested at the perfect time, so thank you, and merry christmas my sluts! Wordcount: 1.7K

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Still Love Me?

"I'm sorry, I'm not crying because I'm upset, d-don't worry, I just..."

You don't get like this very often. Usually, trying to be extra affectionate makes you scrunch your nose up, makes you squirm and laugh and cringe. Makes you push him away, not taking the extra hugs and kisses seriously at all.

Joe doesn't mind.

"What's wrong?"

It's actually nice to not always feel the need to give you more. To not be afraid that maybe you'd be upset after not immediately coming over to hug and kiss you when he'd walk in at the end of the day.

But something's different tonight.

It's likely the holiday stress that's getting to you. Nothing a pair of extra affectionate warm embracing arms won't fix.

"I thought we had more cheese, but all we've got left is this..."

You suppress a sob.

Unsuccessfully.

Joe knows the tears are only there because all of everything has come together for the perfect storm, and you're just about ready to fall apart.

It's sort of cute that it's a lack of cheese that does it, and Joe's secretly glad it's not something that he'd done or said that got you. That it's not his fault, and that he doesn't have to apologise over something unimportant.

It's fine, though, the crying.

Joe had been ready for it.

He's got steady hands and is prepared to catch whatever needs catching. Knows how to put you back together just fine.

"Why did I do this? I've got to stop sneaking things, I– look, there's no... this is all we've got..."

You've got family coming over tomorrow, and it's the first year that your place is the spot for the big get together. It's nerve-racking in new ways you didn't know existed before because you're bringing both sets of parents in, and all you want to do is make the family proud.

Be the perfect daughter.

Have the stepmothers and stepdads get along as well as all of the divorced people. All of the siblings. Step-siblings.

Fuck, there's too many people coming over.

Could you still cancel, do you think?

You just... you just want Christmas be wholesome, and festive, and cosy, full of laughter and love and just... have it be perfect.

It's almost become a bit of a passion project, and it's quite literally driven you mad.

Well. Driven you to tears, at least.

Joe looks over and sees you hold a little block of brie cheese. It's not much, and it's got a bite taken out of it.

"Wait, did you–" Joe's already smiling, because what the fuck is he looking at right now? His girlfriend's got tears in her eyes and is stood in front of the opened fridge door, holding a bit of French cheese that has teeth marks in.

Surely, you are able to imagine what this looks like from his point of view.

It's at least a little funny.

But another sob wracks from your chest and all Joe can do is step closer and wrap arms around your shaking frame.

He's allowed to laugh as he does so.

"I didn't know- I thought we had more, b-but this was all we have, and I snuck a bite last night, because I– I was peckish and just wanted a little something, and–"

"Hey," Joe leans back and gets your face in both his hands. He's still smiling. Can't not smile, because this is ridiculous, but you also look very cute. Red nose. Fat tears stuck in your eyelashes. The colour of your eyes about ten times brighter because of the unshed ones.

"We'll serve 'em dry crackers, and they'll fucking take what they're given, all right?"

You pout and hold up the evidence of your late-night-snack-run in your own kitchen from the night before. It's right in between your faces and gives Joe a chance to really see the cause of the outburst.

"Still love me?"

Joe looks at the brie a second and then lurches forward with a growl, sinking teeth into the soft cheese for a bite of his own.

"Still love you." he replies, mouth full of cheese.

You can't help the choking laugh, head cocking to the side as a defeated soft chuckle leaves you. It only makes Joe want to grab hold of you tighter.

"Hmm," Joe hums, now chewing, and he frowns. "This is good. We should–" he can't finish the sentence without laughing, knowing it's likely the wrong thing to say, but he's already started the sentence. You get a good eyeful of the cheese in his mouth, in between his teeth. "We should get more of this."

Well, you can't.

Hence the crying.

You pout once more and then groan. It's so stupid, you're well aware. You just need a bit of sleep. Your family won't hate you because there's no cheese.

And if anything, you could throw it into the group chat and are sure that at least three people have some brie to bring along tomorrow.

You really are just very tired.

"Tell you what," Joe says, now taking the little piece of cheese from your fingers, one arm still around you. "We'll finish this, have some hot chocolate and just... relax. Watch a Christmas film. Tomorrow is tomorrow and tonight is tonight, you've done enough prepping and it'll all be fine–"

"Perfect." you correct.

It's important that everything will be perfect.

"It'll all be perfect." Joe coos, voice smooth like butter.

You sniff and look at him a moment. He's still chewing. Smiling. Joe's being all playful and it's reminding you of why you love him so much. Glancing into the living room, you know Joe's right. Everything's ready. Everything's done.

It's Christmas Eve.

"Calm before the storm." you sigh, patting Joe where you're holding onto him. Then lower down, quick touch to the bum. Joe easily lets you.

"Calm before the storm." he confirms before you let go of each other. You move to collect yourself, wiping fingers below your eyes, and Joe opens a cupboard to get to mugs out and says, "And I'll go get extra cheese tomorrow, it'll be fine."

You're about to protest. Tell him that the shop you usually go to won't be open. It'll be Christmas. And everyone's stocked up already. Shelves are empty all over. But Joe sees it across your face before you can say anything and adds, "I'll find some, don't worry about it."

And so you don't.

You accept a kiss to your temple, a deep inhale of your hair and you tilt your head for a kiss on the lips. A quiet thank you.

After a squeeze of your arm, Joe gets started on the hot chocolate and you decide to see if there's anything good on TV or if it'll be Netflix for the night.

Before you've been able to make a choice, you hear mugs being filled and you scurry back into the kitchen. You get to the fridge before Joe does, which was the plan. You find the can of squirty cream amongst all of the food and drink - your fridge has never been this full. It's almost triggeringly full; so much food, yet so little cheese.

It takes you too long, and Joe joins to look over your shoulder, to see if he can spot it before you do.

He doesn't.

You find it and giggle excitedly, a little delirious (you've gone mad, remember?) as you shake it with a wild arm. Your demeanor is the opposite of what it was minute earlier.

No tears. Just manic laughter.

Makes Joe laugh just the same. His girlfriend's gone insane and, if he's honest, he's kind of into it.

You spray some cream into both mugs that Joe's filled with hot chocolate, and before you place it back into the fridge, you shake the can again.

"You just said you should stop sneaking things," Joe isn't exactly trying to stop you, but he knows what you're about to do. Feels like it's worth saying something, to maybe prevent a further break down.

It's of no use, though.

His comment makes you glance him pointed a look. It's ridiculous of him to assume you'd been serious. Of course you're not going to stop sneaking things. He doesn't see the deadpan stare you give him because he's busy placing mini marshmallows onto your drinks, but despite the advice, you go for it anyway.

You tip your head back and spray some of the cream directly into your mouth.

"My God," Joe says when you let it go for a little too long, and when he looks, he barks a laugh.

You've overdone it.

It's too much.

Well, is it ever too much? Not really. But it doesn't fit into your mouth and thus there's a problem. This is going to be messy.

With your head still tilted back, you release a small sound of panic at the inability to close your mouth and raise a cupped hand, ready to catch whatever is going to spill.

But Joe knows just the perfect fix, and he's quick.

Before you know what's happening, your boyfriend's got his hand on the back of your neck, digging in strong fingers and guiding your head forward.

Just before whatever your lips can't curl around is about to slide down your chin, Joe's mouthing at it and manages to get it all, tongue licking and lips closing around your opened ones.

What follows is a weird, full-cheeked sticky, creamy, sugary kiss that has you giggling into each others mouths.

It's still messy, but you'd easily do this again. Would it be too obvious if you just went for an insane mouthful once more?

Joe pulls back, sees he's missed a bit and doesn't hesitate to lick at the corner of your mouth, making you shriek with your mouth closed, pushing him away.

"You're gross," you say fondly after swallowing.

He's also adorably sweet, but he doesn't need telling.

Joe lets his head bobble back a little as he silently laughs, wiping at his own mouth with the back of his hand, glad to have been of service.

"Yea? Still love me?"

Tomorrow's going to be fine.

There's no cheese but for the little chunk you're about to share. It'll likely be all gone if you both have a single cracker with some on.

And there probably also won't be any squirty cream left, what with your plan to bring the can over to the sofa for top-ups after you've eaten all of it off. Or, you know, after you've sprayed more of it into your mouth just so Joe can eat it out of there again.

You families can have hot chocolate without any, and Joe's right. They'll fucking take what they'll be given and be grateful.

Or, Joe can find some tomorrow.

Somewhere.

Whatever.

You're no longer fussed.

It's Christmas. Christmas Eve.

"Still love you." you beam, because you do.

You really, really do.

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sunnynwanda · 10 months

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Done: Part 2

Part 1

Warning: This got more suggestive than expected. Minors DNI.

It was quiet. Alarmingly so. Not a step broke the serenity of the library; not a page was being turned along the long rows of bookshelves, and not a shadow crossed the aisles. Villain let out a content sigh and returned their attention to the book on their lap. They were particularly fond of this secluded spot. They would visit the library every day when they were not yet known as Villain. Now that they had left the criminal life behind, this place seemed the best start for their new life.

To their utter surprise, the citizens were worried for them when they did not show up for the regular battle in the middle of the week. They even started a mob leading to Hero’s headquarters to demand answers. Things were getting out of hand at an alarming speed, so Villain had to make an appearance and announce that the two parties had reached an agreement and would be ceasing their confrontations.

Many still suspect that Hero did something to them. Well, to be fair, Hero did do something to them. More precisely, Hero did them. Except Villain could not get up there and say that. Not when the idea brought vehement colour to their face. It didn’t help that Hero kept teasing them too. When they made the announcement claiming to have reached a consensus, Hero chuckled. They then proceeded to inform everyone there were many disputes to discuss, to which Hero wiggled their eyebrows suggestively. Villain had to cut their speech short for the risk of exposing themselves. Their cheeks were burning brighter than the sun.

“I knew I’d find you here,“ Hero’s voice drags them out of their thoughts. They are standing across the window sill where Villain is seated, meaning they had to cross half of the library to get there. And Villain heard nothing. Shit.

“How?” Villain wasn’t avoiding them. They were not. They might have needed time to think about what happened, because banging the enemy once was bad enough. Spending an entire night with them was worse. Finding it hard to leave in the morning because they crave more... was unthinkable. To say the least.

“I might have noticed you before we started the whole power play, ya know?“ Hero waves their hand vaguely, not pointing at anything. Or rather, at everything. “Back in uni.”

The thought sends a pleasant shiver down Villain’s spine. They shift, sliding their legs off the sill to sit upright. “Not funny.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.” Hero takes a few steps forward, blocking their way out. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” Villain has to squeeze the words out. Their throat feels tight, which has nothing to do with the memory of Hero’s mouth against it. Nothing at all.

“Yeah, right,” Hero shakes their head in disbelief at such a blatant lie. They lean against one of the bookshelves and cross their arms over their chest. “That’s why I haven’t seen you for a week.”

Villain huffs, unamused. They are not prepared for this conversation because anything Hero says will correspond with their desires, and they do not have enough arguments to counter them. Shit. “We agreed to stop meeting, remember?”

“No, we agreed to stop fighting for the city none of us needs,” Hero corrects with a patient smile. “We didn’t agree to stop seeing each other.”

“Hero, we can’t keep doing...” Villain breaks the charade, finally meeting their gaze. Hero doesn’t move, meeting their eyes with determination, “...what we did.”

“Why?” Hero’s voice is calm as they speak, yet they shrink when their nemesis remains silent. They know they are done for and that this idiot is to blame for that. Hero only needs to convey that much to them. “I thought you wanted it as much as I did.”

Villain cannot handle the dejected expression on their face. “I did.” I do. God, I do. They want to say it, and they almost do but stop a second too soon. “God, I... this is insanity!“

“No, it’s not.” Something about the way they speak encourages Hero. They move forward and slide their hands up Villain’s thighs, spreading their legs to stand between them.

Hero is too close for Villain’s brain to function. Yet they make no attempts to distance themselves. “What are you doing?”

“This place always makes me think of you.“ The statement catches Villain by surprise. They are speechless for a good moment, staring at their ex-nemesis in wide-eyed wonder. “Or the things I wanted to do to you here.”

“W-what?” Villain’s breath hitches in their throat. They swallow. Hero’s eyes are locked on their neck as they pull their shirt to the side.

“You were always so quiet, sitting here with your books and those glasses you wore,” Hero’s lips meet their collarbone, feather-light and short as if testing the waters. They pause, lips parted in deep breaths, waiting for a reaction.

“Shit, Hero,” Villain can’t exactly articulate anything at this point. They grab the sides of Hero’s face and lean down, kissing them intense and deep.

Hero lets out a low growl, pulling them closer by the waist. “Let’s see if you can stay quiet now.”

“Fuck it, Hero, the library...” A part of Villain’s conscious mind attempts to reason. But, as another kiss is placed on their collarbone, they find themselves unable to form coherent sentences. “Oh god... It’s... about... to open.”

“You think I care?” Hero whispers into the skin below their ear, then presses a kiss against their pulse. Shit.

“Bad Hero.” Villain’s words contrast the way their arms wrap around Hero’s shoulders, drawing them closer.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m not a dog,” Hero chuckles as their eyes fall shut when Villain’s hands run through their hair. They take a deep breath to steady their mind and add with a crooked smile. “Although I do know how to bite.”

Villain hisses when Hero actually bites their jaw, then proceeds to kiss apologies into their skin. They lean back to look into Villain’s eyes, who finds it increasingly more difficult to focus on anything that doesn’t involve their nemesis on their bed. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

“Fuck, stop with the teasing, will you?” Their impatience earns a satisfied grin from Hero. Smug bastard.

“Mhm,” they look up with such longing that Villain’s head starts spinning. They know they are about to lose it, but what Hero says next is what sends them. “Tell me what you want then.”

With a shaky exhale, they clutch Hero’s collar and crush their lips in a starved kiss. “You. Fuck. You. I want you.” The heated whisper makes Hero’s knees buckle.

They are wrapped in each others arms and panting heavily when the doors swing open, letting the librarians in. Villain’s entire body goes rigid in panic when Hero peels off of them. They struggle to fix their clothes, then escape through the window when someone rounds the corner.

“Now that’s an adrenaline rush!” Hero exclaims in agitated excitement when they land in the safety of the roof.

“You are sick, you know that?” Villain exhales, still processing the implications and possibilities of getting caught. “Fucking bonkers!”

Hero laughs at that, dropping their head back and enjoying the blush creeping up Villain’s neck and cheeks. “You love it. Admit it already.”

“You wish,” Villain retorts, leaning against the chimney for support. Their legs are weak from stress and arousal, but they won’t admit the second one in a lifetime.

“That I do,” Hero confesses with a sly smile, their lips swollen from making out. “Wanna know what else I’m gonna do?”

“If you say me, I’ll punch you,” Villain almost snarls, trying their best to look displeased. The warning earns a chuckle from Hero.

They shake their head at how worked up Villain still is. “That too, but I meant taking you out to dinner.”

Villain’s eyes narrow in suspicion. They watch Hero approach them step by step. “No adrenaline this time?”

“None if you wish so.” Villain knows for a fact Hero is lying. They can’t be over the fact that Villain called their confrontations boring. Hero’s eyes sparkle dangerously as they take the last step. They are going to give Villain a dinner to remember. “But that can wait.”

They press their body flush against Villain’s, nailing them up against the chimney on top of the public library. “I’m not done with you just yet. I doubt I’ll ever be.”

The claim earns a soft moan from Villain’s lips, but before they can process what that promise entails, Hero kisses them again.

Part 1

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gomzwrites · 10 months

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100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon

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Day 4: John Soap MacTavish

CONTAIN SMUT, 18+ content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I will block ageless, untitled block so gtfo

Tags: smut, oral job(Soap receiving), xgn!reader, lipstick - let me know if I missed any

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws

a/n: I think for a time there were a few lipstick smut fic and I really wanted to have my spin on it :) so I wrote this for our dear feral Soap

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What have yer been up to?

Soap asked from the bed as he placed down his journal and watched you shift around on the chair in front of the vanity table.

I'm trying out these new lipsticks, I got them a few weeks ago during my birthday from my friend!

You replied back happily as you usher him closer; he gave you an amusing look as he approached you and lifted you up to sit on his thigh. He watched the different lipsticks laid before him and noted the colours.

What do you think? Which one should I try first?

You flash a grin as he chuckles and tilts his head.

This one.

He pointed to the one that had a crimson-red colour on it.

Okay.

Soap hums along as he watches you take out the cover and glance at it. Then you get an idea as you hand him the base of the lipstick.

Wanna help me wear it?

He was taken aback a little by the request, but he decided to do it as he shrugged his shoulders.

Erm ah can try ah guess? Don’t scold meh if I mess up yer look then, pet.

He wiggles his eyebrow as you chuckle and push your lips at him. He slowly takes out the stick and gently swipes it across your lips, watching the shine appear and swallowing hard when it makes your lip look brighter and plump, the look making you irresistible.

Oops…

He whispers as he deliberately lets the lipstick swipe over the corner of your lip just a bit further than necessary. Before you can move, he takes his finger and traces it from your chin and wipes it off slowly, teasingly. He gives you a smirk as he squeezes your cheeks slightly and chuckles. He can feel your cheeks getting slightly hotter from his fingers.

Hmmm, it looks good on you...

He whispers in a lower voice as he tilts your chin up, staring at your lips for a few seconds before moving your head to the mirror.

You watch the reflection and nod. You give your lips a quick smack before another idea comes into your mind.

Hm, I don’t know. There’s another colour here as well to try, though I don’t feel like wiping this one off yet~

Soap grins back as he rests his hand on your thigh while the other rests idly on the chair armrest. He sensed that playful tone in your voice, which usually means you’re up to no good.

And what is yer pretty mind thinking now?

Well…

You trail off before grinning at him as you tap his lips.

I can put it on you, and then we can see how well the colour goes.

He widened his eyes and laughed as he shook his head.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Why? Scared of looking good?

Wut? No, am not; ah already look good without lipstick on.

Okay, yeah, that sounds like you’re scared.

He knows this is a trap, but he can’t help but give in to your plan as he sighs and rolls his eyes.

Okay, fine, do what yer want then.

You beamed up happily as you quickly took the other lipstick and slowly applied it over his lips. This one has a lighter shade than the one you’re wearing; the shade is somewhere between berry and burgundy.

ah look ridiculous.

He says it with a deadpan as he looks into the mirror and back at you. You burst into laughter as you watched how unnatural it looked on him. You were about to take your phone as he quickly snatched it from your hand and held it firmly.

Nuh uh, there’s no way I’ll let ye take a photo!

You give him a challenging look as you raise your eyebrow.

Oh yeah?

You lean in and kiss his lips suddenly as he gasps and weakens his grip. You hold him close from the neck as you pull back, feeling him chase after you. He huffed out a puff of air after you retracted your lips from him and stared at you with a dumb look. You grinned with satisfaction as you held the phone before him.

*SNAP*

Oh you little-

You yelp as he takes the phone and tosses it to the bed, grabbing your waist as his eyes glint with mischief as he pulls you in for another kiss again, breathing heavily as he takes his time to feel your soft lips. He could taste the shared breath and feel you fumbling around to grab his hair. He chuckles as he parted lips with you, absolutely awestruck with the way you look right now.

Your front hair is slightly messy, and your lips, the colours now mixed up from both his and your lipstick, the look sends a shiver down his spine as he lets out a small moan.

Steamin’ jesus, look at you...

You giggled as he looked the same to you, his cheeks flushed with a messy lip, and his eyes, the way it shows how much want and greed turn you on in ways you can’t describe. You lean in and kiss all over his face, making sure to plant them harder on his skin as you finish.

You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome.

He turns his head to the mirror and watches the amount of kiss marks adorned on his face; his mouth quirked up at the corners as he let out another breath. He never realised how much he liked being marked up like this by you.

He’d always been a big fan and would always like to go through the claw marks around his back and arms the next day after you have a steamy session with him, and he goes absolutely feral over the hickies you leave on his body; his favourite is when you leave it on the back of his neck, his collar barely being able to cover it.

Yeah, just look at the mirror like that, hm? Make sure you don’t look away, Johnny.

That made him swallow another breath as you whispered in that sultry tone into his ears. He obeyed and watched as you slowly kissed his neck, then trailed lower to plant more kisses around his shoulder blade. He wanted to take off his shirt, but you stopped him, only taking the hem of his shirt and pulling it up to his mouth.

Be a good boy and hold it, yeah? If you let go... I’ll stop immediately, and you don’t want that now, do you?

He gives you a frantic shake as he bites on the shirt, obediently following your orders as you take control. You run your hand all over his upper body, feeling every muscle tensing up and shivering slightly. He watches you in anticipation as you smirk and start painting him with your lips.

Going at such a slow speed as you trail ghost-like kisses around his chest, teasing him as he gives a few grunts, before finally licking those rough skin and kissing it, making a sloppy mess on every spot you imprinted with your lips, causing him to shiver everything your hot breath fanned against those sensitive spots.

You kneel before him, slotting between his thighs, as you wipe your drool off your lips with the back of your hand, admiring just how divine he looks right now, marked up all prettily with those lipstick stains from your lips. His breathing was much harder, his beautiful blue eyes were blown out, and the shirt he was biting on now has a wet stain surrounding it.

That’s not the only spot that is damp.

You palm him with your hand, watching how his hips jolt towards your hands as he gives out a hushed whimper.

So needy…

You tutted slowly as you grabbed him through the jeans harder, a strained moan escaping from him as he frowned and closed his eyes. His shaky hands held onto your head as he gently nudged it against the dent of his pants, urging you to go on.

Think you can keep that shirt in that pretty mouth of yours if I give you what you want?

He gives you a hurried nod as he massages the scalp of your hair and tries to speak through the cloth.

M-mmmhmm….mmpheasee…

You began zipping down his pants and letting his cock free from these constraints, gasping as you watched it bounce and hit his abs. God, you’ll never get tired of this view. Then, you give a soft kiss at the tip of his head before trailing it down all the way to his base. You can hear him whining as he buckles his hip up desperately every time you retract your plump lips off him, silently telling you:

Enough with the tease, please.

You lick the cum off the slit of his hard cock and start flattening your tongue and running it up and down on the side of his cock, your eyes never leaving him as he throws his head back into the arm rest, pulling his shirt up further and showing off his glistening body from the sweat.

Good boy

You mumble before you finally start bobbing your head up and down on him, his hand tugging you slightly every time his aching cock hits the back of your throat, making you moan each time, the vibration of your sounds sending electric waves of pleasure into him.

Mmmm! Hngh….

More pleas and whimpers start escaping from his lips the faster you move your head, always sucking his tip slightly whenever you reach the top while you pump the rest of his cock with your hands. You can tell by how close he is, how much his cock is twitching in your hot mouth, and how he is leaning forward. He pulls you off his cock as he furiously pumps his cock with his other hand.

Come on, come for me, Johnny.

You rasp back as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. He gives a strained, high-pitched moan as he comes undone and shoots his load into your mouth, his body tensing and shuddering as orgasm hits him like a wave.

F-fuckkk….y/n!! Ah! y/n….arghhhhh….

He released the shirt as he panted and mumbled incoherently with a broken voice, slumping forward as he watched you swallow, lick your lips, and clean yourself. He tilted your head up as he looked at your face. Your lipstick was smudged and messed up, and that fucked-out blissful face you had was almost tempting enough for him to go in for a second round.

You’re going to be the death of me…

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a/n: muffled moans? muffled moans- *nods* I hope this was a good read for you guys, Im still not confident with the way I write smut but this one was a fun one to write >:]

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cecils-dragons · 9 months

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i loooove the way you do colour, it's always so cohesive and pleasant. do you have any tips?

Aw thank you so much!!! That means a ton to me because I do pride myself on my colors and color theming. I may not be the best to ask this tho as my tablet has slightly warped colors and in truth, I'm just making it up as I go. I have basically no actual artistic schooling outside of the minimum extra curricular school classes, so I apologize if I don't use correct terms or mess up along the way of my attempt at explaining.

ALSO! Apologies but I use the disc color pallet, I use the classic once in this but it will mainly be shown on the disc pallet because it works easier on my tablet and brain.

I use mainly warm tones in my art because that's what appeals to me, so that's what this will be about :D There are ranges of colors that I stray away from in my usual art as they can usually be achieved in some way in a warmer tone. Like instead of using the pink on the color wheel, a light red is a much nicer and warmer pink. Same things with yellow greens and teals.

But my pallets tend to keep within the warm yellow to red range, a tight range can be very appealing.

Stay away from pure white and the upper right corner of the pallet, these are both extremes and should be used only to make things pop. Diluting the colors make the world of a difference to make the colors look more natural and earthy. Even the whites of my characters eyes are not a pure white, I tend to add a smidge or yellow or orange to give them a more alive color. Don't be scared to add greys to your color and dilute it, it can work!

But on the other hand, a pure black is still so nice, I use block shading and that pops so nicely with line art.

Another thing is picking skin tones. I usually stay between an orange-yellow and the edge of reds. But even theses, I usually keep towards the center of the pallet. Skin tones can easily get muddled up if you accidentally go too bright or grey, but it can still be pulled and pushed to create a nice range of tones. For my skins, I usually have a base color and a "blush"/darker color to go with it to add depth. This blush is a tweaked version of the base slightly redder and darker to the corner of the pallet, but this rule can be tweaked if you have a fun idea for a different vibe.

Even with my brighter colors, they are still slightly diluted. Keeping them in a slightly muted tone will make it easier to add a larger range of colors together without getting overwhelmed.

But seriously, have fun out there playing around with colors and don't be scared of color dropping from references.

#thank you for the ask! sorry if this a bit disjointed. I'm still a bit sick but wanted to reply #art tutorial #ask #hope this can help a little even if it's a but confusing

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leggerefiore · 7 months

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cw: Incomplete Chandelure Emmet

“Emmet! Your flame is burning too bright, someone will notice!” you rushed over in a panic to try to cover the eerie purple flames that flickered within him. He tilted his head at your panicked reaction, facial expression frozen in its usual grin. You hugged his coat around him while trying to block it with your body as well. You felt his arms come around you, too. A small laugh came from him.

“Mmm, it's okay, darling,” he assured you, “Since it's October, people assume it's a costume. It's verrrry funny.” You watched as his eyes took an ominous yellow hue within the silvery colour that was most prominent. It was hard for you to see anything about his Chandelure features as evidence that he was not the human he claimed to be, but you supposed other's would shrug it off easier.

Though, his flames were certainly burning brighter today. You had not seen Ingo, but you wondered if his were, too. Looking him over, there was nothing overly apparent as to why they would be. You did not think you saw any commuters passed out around the station, either, so he likely did not consume a large amount of life energy from anyone. “Why are your flames burning so brightly, Em?” you decided to ask him, “I didn't think they could get so bright since you're an incomplete hybrid.”

Emmet hummed, “It is Friday the Thirteenth. People are afraid,” he nodded, “Ghost types derive power from terror.” You wanted to laugh. Was that true? He must have been messing with you. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed. His expression was one of confusion. “Darling, I'm not joking.”

“What?”

“Fear makes me verrrry strong. It's why I'm able to run the Gear Station so well.”

You suddenly began to wonder more about ghost types.

#emmet.ima #pokehybrid au

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namjoonswaifu · 11 months

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Chapter 7- The Move

Authors note- I am so sorry it has been taking me so long to write, every time I sat down to write, I just had writer's block and nothing was working. However, I am on holiday in France right now, and the sun is shining, the birds are chirping and I finally found inspiration. This isn't a long chapter but I hope you all enjoy it.

total word count: 2.4k

warnings:

warnings: mentions of weight, AFAB character, mentions of female body parts, references to the weight of M/C, loosely based on my own research of the ancient Korean royalty system, bullying, loneliness, anxiety, money problems, mentions of how other people view characters body

message me if you feel I need more warnings or if you would like to be a proofreader!

As soon as the words came out of your mother's mouth, the smile on Namjoons face changed from one of nervousness to one of genuine happiness. Taking a step back from your family, Namjoon moves to talk to the audience.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologise for what just happened. Let us move on to the next event! I sincerely hope that you enjoy the music and food! Please, enjoy yourselves!” he speaks, his hands moving to clasp together as he finishes his sentence. The crowd stays where they are, still reeling from the events that have already happened this evening.

You turn your head to make brief eye contact with Namjoon, to find that he was already looking at you. He takes a step towards you and offers his arm to you. Smiling brightly at the man, you try to place your arm in his as elegantly as possible, knowing that the court is watching you. Once your arms are connected, Namjoon smiles down at you. His smile passed on words that his mouth couldn’t say at present.

You look behind you to see where your mother was, to find Yoongi offering her arm to your mother. Your siblings had been a part of the crowd and they would not be joining you for the dinner, which weirdly made you feel a little less nervous, as they wouldn’t be able to tell embarrassing stories of you growing up to the man you were about to marry.

The walk to the separate room where the dinner would be held took about a minute. The large group of you meander down halls and through some doors before arriving at the final place. Inside the room was a table in a circular shape. There was one large throne-like chair similar to the one that was in the hall at the top of the table from where you were standing. To the left of that chair was another chair that almost looked like one of the throne room chairs. And to the right of that large throne-like chair were two more slightly decorated chairs. The other six chairs were decorated with the titles of the men who would be sitting there spread evenly around the circle. Namjoon led you to the chair to the right of the large chair. He pulled the chair out, making you blush, as it was very uncommon for a king to do this for anyone. Once you were sat, he did the same for your mother and then his own before sitting down. Looking around you, you noticed that everyone was smiling. You took this moment to look at what everyone was wearing, only having the chance to see what the King, the Queen Dowager, Yoongi and your mother had been wearing. The boys were all wearing various shades of red and white. The colour complements their skin brilliantly underneath the lamplight. It made their eyes shine even brighter than they already were. Taking in a deep breath you allow yourself to feel happy and content at this moment. You felt free and able to finally breathe.

Moments, after you were all sat down, the doors opened and two lines of servants filed into the room, some holding food, some holding drinks, some had cups and some had cutlery. Before your very eyes, the things in their hands were set out in their perfect positions, cups were filled as well as plates and hearts were opened, as the conversation began.

Namjoon manages to sneakily move his chair as close to you as he can without making the other boys jealous, which he knows will lead to the young ones play fighting, and who knows how that’ll end. Catching your eyes, he leans closer to you, and you lean closer to him. He speaks in a quiet tone, the smile showing in his eyes and on his lips. “Thank you for accepting my proposal, I promise I will make you the happiest woman alive, as you have made me and my boys- I mean men, the last few weeks” he speaks.

“My king, do not fear, I know of the relationship between you and the boys- I mean men” you copy, making him laugh before you continue “I have come to love each and every one of you and I would be honoured to join your family”. The smile on Namjoon’s face when you tell him this, makes his smile larger, and a blush fall from his ears to his cheeks. Namjoon takes your hand before speaking again “Well if that’s the case then I can’t wait to marry you, and 50 days can’t come soon enough, Nae salang/Sarang”. Seconds later, he lets go of your hand before standing up to address the people in the room.

Firstly, he turns to the servants “Thank you for your work, you may go and enjoy the party, this can all be cleared up tomorrow, tonight we celebrate.” Then he turns to the people at the table, clasping his cup, he brings it to the air “And to my family, let us celebrate a union of two families, let us celebrate love in all its forms and let us celebrate our blessings. To celebrating!” he says, lifting his glass every so slightly higher at the end of his statement.

“To celebrating!” everyone yells in unison, with their classes similarly raised in the air to the kings. Once everyone has yelled out, Namjoon sits down, and the conversations re-begin. Memories are shared between people, laughter is heard and love is shared. In that room, love and happiness were evident for even a blind man to see and feel.

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The next day you woke up to a knock at your door. It was Hwasa waking you up.

“Good morning your majesty,” she tells you “You have a busy day today, we must get you bathed and dressed”.

“Please do not call me ‘Your Majesty’” you giggle to Hwasa, “you’ll give me an ego,” you tell her with a wink. She laughs alongside you, before taking your hand and bringing you back into the bathing room. “Today's bath will be shorter as you have a very busy day, I will come back and collect you when it is time, do you need anything else ma’am?” she asks. You smile and shake your head, excited to enjoy your bath no matter how long you would be in it.

Stepping into the bath, you allow yourself to feel the warmth surrounding your body, the muscles that were tense from anxiety the past few days slowly releasing and making your body feel at ease. You dip your head into the bath, allowing your hair to enjoy the water as well. The bath is exactly what you needed this morning, and you were relieved that it was able to be added to your busy schedule.

Around 15 minutes later, Hwasa walks back into the room, holding a long cloth that would dry you and a silken red robe with dragons embroidered into it. “The king and his men had this made for you. They had them make it as soon as you agreed to be the royal bride” she tells you. This information brings a smile to your face, and once your cloth is tied around you, you reach out for the robe, wanting to feel it in your hands. You place the robe delicately around your shoulders as you follow Hwasa out of the room, and into where you dressed each day. On your way, however, you noticed that all of your stuff had been placed into boxes.

“Why is my stuff in boxes? I thought I was to stay…” your voice trembles, anxiety hitting you like a brick wall.

“Do not worry” Hwasa reassures, “you are staying, you are just being moved to a different courtyard closer to the king and his men, it is tradition. You will be transferred from the emerald apartment to the cherry blossom courtyard, which is on the other side of the cherry blossom garden. Oh, a letter has arrived for you today by the way!”

“A letter? Who from?” you ask as Hwasa hands you the letter. You pull the wax away from the envelope and open it up.

Her future royal highness, y/n,

This letter was written to you regarding the royal engagement. It is a formal proposal letter. Please enjoy you’re new homing in the Cherry Blossom Garden. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to contact any of us.

Sincerely,

King Kim Namjoon

And the boys

You giggled at the little addition at the bottom of the letter added by your boys, it made you even more sure that you were making the right decision. Folding the letter back up, you place it, along with the envelope on the dressing table near you.

“Well then, I guess we had better get ready so we can see this new venue.” you grinned at her.

Hwasa brings you over to the dressing table which still remained, sitting beautifully in front of two doors that would slide open. Realising this was your last day here, you decided to be bold and ask the woman, who had quickly become your friend, to open those doors whilst you had your hair and makeup done. She agreed but notified you that you must get dressed first, turning her hand towards the cotton figurine that stood in the doorway near your bedroom. Looking over at the hanbok you noticed the colour, it was a deep red colour, similar to the one you wore to the dinner the other day. And similar to the other, you noticed a gold band along the bottom of the skirt. Looking closer at it you noticed that it had been embroidered with both the seal of the dragon, one of royalty, and the seal of your house, tigers. Your heart lept with warmth and love at the thoughtfulness of your boys. A part of you felt weird calling them your boys when you haven’t had more than a crush before in your life. But in the same way, you have never felt more loved in your life. With a smile, you turned to Hwasa and stood to allow her to help you get ready.

Once you were dressed, minus your gomusin and beoseon, you sat down and looked at yourself in the mirror as Hwasa opened the doors allowing the light to flood into the room. Feeling the warmth on your face, you felt at peace for the first time in a very long time. Hwasa and Hyo-Seong quickly moved on to applying your makeup and hair. The makeup was applied with a sense of regality that hadn't quite been there in the past times your makeup was done. Next was your hair, pulled in different directions and braided before being placed into an updo. Two matching hair pins are slid into the final hair-do, making it perfect. It still felt unreal to look at yourself in the mirror as your hair was done by two of the king’s servants. A sudden anxiety hit you as you realised you were to become the royal bride in less than 2 months. Noticing the anxious look on your face, Hwasa places a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering you a kind but small smile.

“Your mother should be here soon, she was staying in the azurite apartment, but she will also be moving to the cherry blossom courtyard to stay with you until the wedding.”

As soon as the words fell from her lips, the anxiety that was building in your heart melted away till there was barely any left. Hwasa smiled at your now relaxed face, before picking up your makeup and opening the bits she needed.

“Now… let's do your makeup so we can go and see your new residence” Hyo-Seong smiled at the two of you.

After a few minutes, your makeup was done and you stood from your seat, you took one last look at the view from where you had been sat before turning towards the door and putting on your beoseon and gomusin. Hwasa and Hyo-Seong each took a door and opened it, allowing you to exit from the apartment you had spent the last two weeks in for the final time. To your surprise, Yoongi and Namjoon were waiting outside, surrounded by some of their guards, whose faces you had come to recognise but had yet been unable to put a name to. Noticing that the doors had opened up, Namjoon and Yoongi looked up, seeing you. The smiles on their faces brought a smile to your own.

Namjoon steps towards you, followed closely by the older but shorter man. The younger man reaches you within a few steps and greets you with a bow. The cat-like man followed his suit. Standing to full height once again, Namjoon grins at you.

“Good morning my queen, I take it you know where you are to move to today?” he asked, the grin just as wide at the end of his question as it was at the beginning. Pretending that you didn’t know, you let the grin that was on your face fall.

“Are you sending me home your Highness?” You asked with mock sadness on your face. Namjoon’s smile fell instantly, as did the man smile behind him.

“NO!” He yelled, moving towards you, before pausing. “I'm sorry, I mean… I mean no you are not being sent home” he spoke in a calmer tone. You took a step closer to the man before speaking again.

“Hmm,” you sighed, taking another step forward. “Well then…” you carried on, slipping your smaller hand into his much larger one. “I guess you’ll just have to guide me to wherever I am to be moved to today” you finished with a smile. Relief instantly flooded the men before you’s faces. Namjoons smile returned to his face, as he turned to Yoongi, “It looks like we have another prankster on our hands, don’t tell the maknaes, we need this one on our side.” Yoongi replied with a small nod of his head and a gorgeous smirk, agreeing with what the man before him had said, secretly planning pranks the two of you could do in his head. Namjoon grips your hand in his and turns towards the pathway that would take you to the cherry blossom courtyard.

“Let us go, my queen” he spoke quietly into your ear.

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box-dwelling · 7 months

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So I can't animate or draw well enough to do this but I do think the world needs a Krisnix No children animatic. So a breakdown/story board plan and idk maybe I'll make it as practice for some of the comic stuff I want to do.

I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us: Edgeworth and Maya desperately trying to contact Phoenix who is ignoring their calls. Maybe including Edgeworth insisting that Phoenix would never forge evidence to lead into the next line

I hope we come up with a fail safe plot to piss of the dumb few that forgave us: Phoenix forging the ace and then a reference to SL9 dagger to hammer home what that would mean to Edgeworth

I hope the fences we mended: Kristoph being the only vote in favour of him

Fall down beneath their own weight: Kristoph doing the small manipulative smile with the diary page in the background

And I hope we hang on past the last exit: Phoenix meeting Trucy

I hope it's already too late: Kristoph watching Phoenix losing the badge

I hope the junk yard a few block from here some day burns down: the courtroom burning

And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and I never come back to this town again: Phoenix going to Europe with Edgeworth

In my life: warmer colours come in as we get a little close up of Edgeworth seeing Phoenix and smiling

I hope I lie: warm colours gone Kristophs black psyche locks

And tell everyone you were a good wife: Phoenix telling Edgeworth about Kristoph while smiling. Colours are muted but still brighter than the rest

And I hope you die: back to black. them dining. Kristoph speaking

I hope we both die: same but Phoenix speaking

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow: Kristoph killing Zak (not the best line for but idk what else to put and this works for the general narrative flow)

I hope it bleeds all day long: Phoenix in the detention center

Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises: trucy, with Apollo entering in the background

We're pretty sure they're all wrong: Phoenix getting decked by Apollo

I hope it stays dark for ever: Kristoph in his cell, wanting to keep what he did in the dark

I hope the worst isn't over: Phoenix post turnabout trump working on Mason

And I hope you blink before I do: spilt screen of Kristoph reading in his cell and Phoenix working on Mason

And I hope I never get sober: Grape juice on the desk beside Phoenix's computer

And I hope when you think of me years down the line: Phoenix in his new suit with the full WAA found family.

you can't find one good thing to say: Athena finds the nail polish bottle, Phoenix scowls while Klavier gets a hug from Apollo and Trucy looks forelorn

And I'd hope that I ever found the strength to walk out you'd stay the hell out of my way: Phoenix getting his badge back

I am drowning, there is no sign of land, You are coming down with me, Hand in unloveable hand, And I hope you die: Kristoph screaming this as he has his breakdown

I hope we both die: Phoenix putting away the hoodie and putting the beanie on the shelf and pouring the grape juice down the sink. Symbolically killing that version of himself

Writing this out I do really want to do it but if anyone else beats me to it, I'd love to see it because I am Bad at Art and while this could be fun practice seeing someone more skilled make this would be awesome too, though I'd appreciate being tagged so I can see it

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #krisnix #kristoph gavin #aa4 #apollo justice spoilers #beanix

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andromeda1023 · 8 months

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The glittering globular cluster Terzan 12 — a vast, tightly bound collection of stars — fills the frame of this image from the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope. This star-studded stellar census comes from a string of observations that aim to systematically explore globular clusters located towards the centre of our galaxy, such as this one in the constellation Sagittarius. The locations of these globular clusters — deep in the Milky Way galaxy — mean that they are shrouded in gas and dust, which can block or alter the wavelengths of starlight emanating from the clusters.

Here, astronomers were able to sidestep the effect of gas and dust by comparing the new observations made with the razor-sharp vision of Hubble's Advanced Camera for Surveys and Wide-Field Camera 3 with pre-existing images. Their observations should shed light on the relation between age and composition in the Milky Way’s innermost globular clusters.

[Image Description: The frame is completely filled with bright stars, ranging from tiny dots to large, shining stars with prominent spikes. In the lower-right the stars come together in the core of the star cluster, making the brightest and densest area of the image. The background varies from darker and warmer in colour, to brighter and paler where there are more stars.]Credit:

ESA/Hubble & NASA, R. Cohen (Rutgers University)

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alpydk · 5 days

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The Circling Sky

Be aware of the TW - Non/Con (Going to preface is not violent or even coercive but it's still there.) - Also the smut is in this chapter...

“My dear, get some sleep.” He pulled himself away, but she held on to him, giving him a smile, warm and trusting, her thoughts dampened by the cloud of sleep she didn’t fully want to wake from. He sat himself close to her, allowing her hand to run up his arm, beckoning him to lie with her, and slowly he did. “Lissa- “ She interrupted his words by bringing herself close to him, placing a light kiss upon his lips. “Gale…”

Ao3 Link

Lissa closed her eyes trying to block the nausea that had been plaguing her for the last hour or so. The cart was jutting along, and the smell of her father’s breath kept entering her nostrils. He’d noticed how her face had grown pale and clammy and was now using it as an excuse to make slight jokes at her expense. “Lis’, do you remember that time I got sick, and you yelled at me?” He put on a faux high-class voice trying to imitate her. “Oh papa, please be quieter. I’m trying to sleep.”

She could remember the night well, how he had again been drinking and come home in such a state that he could barely hold down the water she had tried to give him; How he had spent the night retching until even the pillow over her head had been unable to block out the sounds. She’d gotten angry and for that one line spoken, she had spent the next years being reminded of the moment.

He leaned into her and nudged her. “You remember, don’t you?”

Her stomach turned and she banged the wall to climb off the cart, her nausea no longer willing to be contained.

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Gale watched as he saw her jump from the wagon and vomit onto the verge, her father laughing and making little effort to see if she was okay. He approached and placed his hand around her hair to hold it back, the ashen strands moving revealing the small fingerprint bruises on the back of her neck, a remnant of a few days’ past. Eventually, she stood trying to breathe in the cool air around her. “Feel a little better?” He asked quietly.

She rubbed at her face to remove the tension that had built up and nodded. “Yes...sorry,” Gale observed her colour and frowned, standing with her as they watched the caravan slowly continue into the distance.

“Don’t be sorry, my dear. Come, sit with me a moment. I might have something in my pack that can alleviate your discomfort.” He walked to a nearby rock and sat, searching through his belongings.

She slowly walked towards him. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. It’s probably just something I ate.”

“Nonsense. Ah, here.” Gale pulled from his bag a small potion. “Just a simple antidote. I always keep some on my person in case of such events.” He could see the hesitance in her as he offered it. “Don’t worry. It’s quite safe.”

“But I don’t have anything I can pay you with.”

He laughed. “Pay me? Lissa, I would never accept payment for something such as this. Here, take it.” He placed the bottle lightly in her hands. “If you must give some type of payment, then consider simply your company enough.”

She removed the lid of the bottle and drank the sickly concoction, forcing her body to swallow and accept it despite its objections. Gale tugged at her hand, guiding her to sit next to him until she felt a little better. “Thank you,” she managed to mumble quietly.

“There is no need to thank me.” He watched as the colour slowly came back to her features, her cheeks becoming their subtle shade of blue again, her eyes a little brighter. “If you’re ever feeling unwell again, do not hesitate to come to me. I’ll help in whichever way I can.”

He watched the familiar tapping of the fingers begin again as she looked at the cart moving away. “We should probably catch up.”

He stood with her, and they began to walk, not really to catch up but to at least not lose sight of it. Gale enjoyed these quiet moments they had started to have together, liking how Lissa had begun to question her father’s commands. She’d gone from dropping everything when he called to sometimes purposefully ignoring him. She’d begun to speak a little more about her upbringing and he would nod trying to understand the situations she had found herself in. Some topics reminded him of Tav, others of Wyll and his relationship with his father, and some unfortunate topics were closer to Astarion’s past and his longing for freedom. With each word, he had listened as Tav used to with him, sometimes offering advice, other times just being someone she could be open with. As he knew all too well, a lifetime of trauma could not be fixed in one short journey.

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She hated how easy it had become to talk to him, this silly wizard from the library with his unkempt hair and soft eyes. The staff back at the library had been correct; he did look better with the beard, but she wouldn’t tell him this. At times he was a little arrogant, too charismatic, too charming for his own good. He often spoke of magic and poetry, and everything to him was beautiful in some way. From the way the shadows danced beneath the trees, to the sounds of the brook they walked beside, and though he talked a lot, he also listened when needed, taking in her words and being the person she’d never had.

“Thank you again...” She was feeling better, unsure of how to react in a situation such as this. She’d always been forced to be independent, ignoring illnesses unless she was bedbound and even then, preferring to be alone so as not to be a burden to anyone. If you’re not screaming in pain, then you’re fine, but don’t scream, because that will just draw attention. Her father’s conditioning of how to handle illness, another lesson she needed to unlearn. She remembered as a child getting sick and him sleeping through it, shouting at her the next morning when he discovered the mess; That one night when she believed she was going to die, scarred into her brain, affecting so many moments later. No one would come, no one would help her.

“I’ve said there is no need. You were ill and you needed help. You would have done the same for me had our roles been reversed.”

She wondered if she would have. Her sympathy for others was rather limited at times; if she was able to handle things by herself, then why couldn’t they? But for Gale, maybe an exception could be made. She decided a change of subject was better. “It won’t be long until we reach the city. How are you feeling about it?”

He kicked a few rocks ahead of him. “Honestly, a little apprehensive. There’s something comforting for once about not having all the information. That maybe Tav is still among the living.”

“What will you do if they are...well if they’re dead.”

He sighed. “I’m not entirely sure. Despite everything that has occurred in my life, I’ve been rather fortunate in not having to experience the death of anyone close to me.”

She nodded in understanding and pondered over saying the words that entered her mind. “You could always come and find me.”

Gale smiled at her and slowly took her hand in his. She felt the softness of his palm, the delicate tracing of his fingers on the back of her hand. “Or you could just continue onwards with me from the beginning.”

“I really wish I could.” She genuinely meant the words she spoke; if only she could leave her father, if only she could be free and not have to worry about him.

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There was a week left of their journey as they reached the Singing Wind Inn. Lissa had spent the last few days mostly walking next to the cart rather than sitting next to her father. She’d heard his multiple objections, even the disparaging comments he’d made about her, and yet rather than rise to it or become upset, she’d simply grown cold to it. That by not reacting at all, she was drawing the most emotion from him. When she ignored him, he would begin to shout only to remember the people around them. He wouldn’t raise a hand to her so long as Gale was close by and very slowly, she was realising that in the relationship she did actually have some power and control. Gale’s words played over in her head, to just have some faith in herself, that she was deserving of love. The last part near impossible to believe; how could anyone ever love someone like her, an embarrassment, someone as stupid as her? Her father’s words, yet again...

She sat at the bar trying to keep herself awake. The hours had passed, and her father had drunk his fill before leaving for the tiny room he had booked for them both using the spoils of their earlier deception. She didn’t want to sleep in that space with him, listening to his snores and the quiet thoughts in her head of resentment she held towards him. She rested her face into her arms on the counter, allowing her eyes to close momentarily, giving herself some respite.

“Come on, you can’t sleep here. It’s murder on the joints.” She heard the gentle voice and the feeling of an arm wrapping around her and she stirred softly seeing the face of Gale.

He led her slowly to his own room and closed the door quietly behind them before placing her down on the bed. As he removed his arm from her, she placed a hand on him, an invitation for him to join her.

She interrupted his words by bringing herself close to him, placing a light kiss upon his lips. “Gale...”

The tenderness in which she kissed him sparked the fire within him and he pressed himself into her. She felt as he moved ever so slightly, his hand resting on the top of her hip. They lay side by side, and she brought her mouth to his again, not wanting to waste another moment, her kisses growing deeper, more yearning than anything else.

As their lips parted Gale breathed a few words into the crook of her neck. “Are you sure you want this?”

She had never been surer of anything. She arched her head back, giving him better access and whispered out the word he needed to hear. “Yes.”

Her acceptance gave him the push he needed to continue, kissing her neck, suckling lightly on her skin, a small bite accompanied by the sweet sound of a gasped moan. She tugged at his shirt drawing him back up, longing for his tongue entwined with hers, the sweet taste of wine prickling at her senses.

She pressed a hand into his shoulder causing him to roll back, her own body moving with the momentum until she was on top of him, a leg straddled over his body. She could feel the pressure of his erection and purposely rubbed her inner thigh against it, listening for the sigh he tried to hold back. His hand came up around her waist holding her tightly trying to reposition her until she was across him completely, her hips aligned with his and he ground up lightly into her, giving her permission to go as far as she wished.

Lissa released her kisses from him, bringing herself down his body; a subtle kiss to his neck, the slow unbuttoning of his shirt, the spread of the fabric revealing the mesh of chest hair. She smiled and proceeded to run her tongue lightly down the centre of his abdomen, his breaths growing in intensity. “You don’t have to do this...” he whispered between her touches.

“I want to do this.” Another kiss as she reached the hem of his trousers. She slowly untied the laces, running the soft pads of her fingertips along the edge. She could feel his hand on her shoulder trying to gain hold of her, not to move her but to feel her there, to have something to ground him in the reality he was losing hold of.

As the laces came undone, she placed her hand beneath the leather, feeling his length, hard in her grasp. He bucked at her hold giving her access to pull his trousers releasing him in full. She ran her tongue along her lips, moistening them in preparation for what was to come, one last quick kiss to his navel before she took him in between her parted lips.

He let out a moan as he felt the massaging rhythm of her tongue upon his shaft. It had been so long since someone had done this to him, his years spent giving and giving to another, his most recent year alone. His heart raced and he felt his composure go completely at her touch, his muscles tightening with each caress. Each swirl of her tongue brought him a new wave of pleasure and he looked down making eye contact with her.

“Lis’,” he murmured. “I want to have you.”

She stopped her movements and lifted herself upon him, her subtle smile now one with a hint of uncertainty. He tried to let his mind find calm, taking in the sight of her, the way her hair hung down over her face, the shine of her eyes in the candlelight. “Lissa?”

“It’s nothing.” She pushed away the doubts, her yes becoming a longing to stop, to say no to him, but she began to strip from her own clothes, revealing herself entirely to him, before placing herself above him. “Do you want me?”

Gale took in the sight of her, letting a hand stroke her side. “I need you.”

She lowered herself on top of him feeling her body spread to accept him. She didn’t come down completely, instead teasing him slightly, needed to have complete control of the situation. She could feel the throb of him inside her, the aching hunger he had for her. He grabbed at her hips to pull her down onto him, but she resisted, holding herself steady until she was willing, before finally drawing him in slowly.

He was desperate for her, her relaxed pace driving him wild, giving him more and more time to lose himself in her. He could hear her whimpers with each thrust, feel the clenching of her inner walls around him and his grasp tightened around her, his nails digging slightly into the suppleness of her skin. He couldn’t hold back for much longer as her back arched causing her to push herself further onto him. He was nearing his precipice, but he wanted to see, wanted to hear her release first. He brought one of his hands down between them both, her position giving space for him to trace the outline of her swollen clit; a delicate circle traced around it giving him the building whine he longed for.

With each touch of his finger, she felt her body convulse that little bit more until suddenly she found herself coming undone, her body instinctively jolting into his, her moans growing into one sensuous yell. With it, she felt Gale follow in tow, his release as powerful as hers, a carnal howl of pleasure that she never thought was capable of emerging from those poetic lips of his.

She took a moment before sliding her body off his, lying her trembling muscles on the bed. Her heart rate calmed as her mind caught up with what had just happened. She pressed herself up next to him, feeling the cool sweat of his skin and nestled her face in the side of his neck, burying herself from his view. She could hear his breathing slowing down, could smell the scent of sandalwood on him, and as he pulled the warm blanket over them both she fought back the disgusted feeling that began to creep into her mind.

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I am but an open book, and you are the pen that writes.

Your ink flows along my pages. I shiver with expectation, But these are words not meant for me.

The rhymes that I will never read, always will I just be penned upon.

Ripped and torn. Mistakes erased. Kept together by a seam of your creation.

Always will I be bound to you, And you alone will write the words.

For I am nothing but an open book, and you are the pen that writes.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #galemance #bg3 fanfiction #heavy angst #ao3 fanfic #the worst is yet to come

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attollogame · 1 year

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OC Kiss Week 4—Trembling

Operator—Trembling (1.4k; NSFW will be continued on Patreon)

Space and kisses, what else can I say

“It’s impenetrable, which means you don’t need to worry as much as you are.”

You feel the heat of embarrassment creep up the back of your neck as you look upwards at the tunnel arching over you. You watch as ripples of dark water swirl and pass by overhead, interrupted on occasion by a strange looking sea-creature passing by. Some of them look as though they’re neon eels, as vibrant as a star, while others with their large bodies and agape jaws remain hidden in the current. You never expected to witness an aquarium beneath the earth—and yet, here you were. It’s another reminder that you could never truly predict what Operator was capable of.

“I think it’s hard not to be a little nervous when standing under gallons of rushing water,” you chuckle, reaching out to touch the glass wall nearest to you. It’s as cold as the water beyond, and you can feel the rumble of the current passing through, causing goosebumps to break out along your arm. You hear Operator make a sound of assent from somewhere behind you.

“Why don’t I change it then?”

There’s a clicking sound, and you watch as the tunnel that surrounds you changes from one underneath the sea to one underneath the stars. Although you can still hear the underlying rumbling of the current passing by—something that’s hard to erase, considering that you’re beneath the portion of the Atlantic Ocean that Attollo resides on—the visual is now replaced by a sea of stars that expand above you. Suddenly you no longer feel as constricted as you did beneath the ocean view; you feel as though you have a vast world beyond, that you can breathe freely without fear of collapse.

“We’re standing in a generated version of the Horse head Nebula, which is located in the Orion constellation. I love a lot of nebulae, don’t get me wrong, but I definitely rank this one as one of my top.” You look back to where Operator is, only to see his gaze trained on the stars above you. There’s an eager smile on his lips as he points upwards. “This nebula is only 1,375 light years away from where we are, and it’s located by Alnitak, which is the easternmost star in Orion’s belt. When you look up at Orion, that means it’s the first star your eye catches when you look left to right. I always used to look up at Orion when I was younger because it was the easiest to recognize for me in the night sky.”

You feel a smile pull on your lips as well as you approach Operator to stand by his side. Beyond his interest in computers, you also know him to have a great interest in astronomy, which is why he so often goes to the beach at night. “Is there a reason it’s so vibrantly red? I didn’t expect a nebula to be so colourful, considering what they usually show on television.”

Operator’s eyebrows raise in delight as he lightly grips your arm. “It’s because of the ionized hydrogen gas caused by Sigma Orionis, a nearby star. The horse head itself forms because of thick dust blocking the stars—the light can’t get by, and that’s the shape that was the result.”

You glance up again at the monolithic substance above you, all while being aware of the heat coming from Operator’s hold on your arm. You inch a few steps closer—emboldened in the moment—and continue to listen to the soothing, steady words of his discussion.

“—but everyone says it’ll probably dissipate in the next five billion years or so because of the younger stars forming within. It’ll be replaced by newer, brighter stars, and those are the one’s we’ll end up seeing. If humanity survives for that long, that is.” You look over to see curiosity still present on Operator’s face, which isn’t quite the emotion you expected given how dark his last comment was.

When he notices your staring, he quickly averts his gaze again and clears his throat. The shadows do little to hide the faint pink hue on his cheeks, however. “After all, not everything can last forever.”

“But we can make the most out of it while it does last, can’t we?” You retort. Operator drops his hand from your arm and wrings them together—an action you’ve noticed he often does when nervous or excited. His expression twists into one of contemplation, then slight frustration, and then to understanding as he nods his head.

“That’s… definitely the optimist’s approach to it, yes.” A snort of amusement escapes from you at that; optimist may be a bit of a stretch, but he’s on the right track. Your sound causes him to look back over at you, his gaze landing just beside your cheek, and you can see the processing going on in his mind. You let him work out his thoughts for a moment before he subtly nods. “Thank you for listening. Most people don’t so… it was nice. It felt nice, to be heard.”

You smile before leaning in to press a kiss on the corner of his mouth, noting just how hot the skin is beneath your touch. You withdraw only a little before offering a murmured “you’re welcome,” in return. At this, he turns his head slightly so that your breaths are mingling, so that you can feel the nerves in every movement he does. Time and time again you’ve done this, and yet every moment is like the first with him.

“Can I…?” He asks, as he always does. He never steals, only accepts what’s freely given, as though he’s scared to overstep a line if he were to do otherwise. You smile and nod, giving him the chance to act as he sees fit. With an almost eager sort of anxiety, he leans in and tentatively presses his lips against yours.

It’s far from perfect, but if it was perfect, then it wouldn’t be him. You can feel him trembling as his hand comes out to rest on your cheek, and it’s such a gentle touch that you want to just melt. He’s always so gentle, so attentive to you, that it makes you feel like you’re someone of such value in his eyes. His thumb caresses you as he angles your head to kiss you deeper.

The entire moment feels like it’s from a novel—standing within a sea of stars, a nebula of great beauty before you, while kissing someone you care for with such tenderness, with such love. When you finally break and you rest your forehead against his, listening to the shaky breaths he takes, you have to fight the urge to pull him into another embrace. Things need to move slow with him—things need to be on his terms.

“Do you…” He stops himself, a frown appearing on his lips as he goes to pull away. You capture his wrist in your hand and look at him, doing your best to project as much sincerity as you can in your gaze.

“Do I what?” You ask, and he shakes his head. There’s a flush on his cheeks that you can see travels down the length of his neck as well. He averts his gaze back to the nebula.

“Want to, continue this somewhere else…?”

#oc kiss week #char:operator

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chemicant · 6 months

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So Kid’s been on my mind. I’ve written some angst to cope.

Tw: death, injury, mentions of blood, angst, no comfort

Part 1 : Part 2

Kid was never messy. He was many things: loud, cocky, brash, rude, and arrogant, but he was never 'messy'. Even when he spent hours tinkering with metal, until his hands were stained with grease and oil, he was always careful to not get it onto his nice furs. Even after a hard-fought battle, when the decks and halls of the Victoria Punk were painted with blood, his workshop was the one place that was guaranteed to be in the same condition as he left it. Even when he tore into his food with the hunger of a hundred men, the lines of his painted lips would be as sharp and clear as if it were a fresh coat.

You wondered if that shining crimson was his natural lip colour.

Kid was a dazzling display of emotion. He was never the type to hide what he was feeling. When he was angry, he shouted; when he was happy, he laughed; when he was sad... you furrow your brows. You're not sure if you've ever seen him sad before. Even when he lost his arm, or when his best friend became a Pleasure, he was always more angry than sad. Anger was a familiar look on him, and as a result, his shouting was a familiar sound on this ship you called home. So familiar that you can hear it now. Though the ringing in your ears made it sound like it was coming from underwater, across a million miles of ocean. Sometimes, when he was really angry, his face would turn red like his hair. You chuckled to yourself at the lingering image, your captain was so beautiful.

You wondered what was brighter, his hair or his lips.

Kid was meticulous in all things. Especially when it came to the things he treasured. He took great pride in his work, the ship you sailed on was proof enough of that. The Victoria Punk was built and delicately maintained by his hands. He could probably name every nail hammered into her hull, keeping her together. You can feel her familiar hum vibrating through your bones from beneath right now. Kid cared a lot about his ship, his crew, and his dreams. So much so that he sometimes forgets to care for himself. Like when he lost his arm. That day, you vowed that if he kept being reckless with himself, that you would make sure to have his back in the same way you knew he had yours.

You wondered if he knew how much you cared about him. You wondered if he would appreciate it.

His face was in view now. His massive frame hunched over you, blocking out your view of the sky. You knew he would be angry with you, he was shouting again. But you found it hard to listen to what he was saying, so you settle for staring at the way his lips formed the next word. Instead of the comforting red flush of anger against his skin, you instead see that all colour was drained from it, leaving him whiter than the flag of surrender that flew from the enemy ship. A tinge of irritation swept through you. You felt like a mess right now, so how come his lipstick remained so intact.

Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek. His eyes widen at your movement and you see a glimmer of hope return to them. Your thumb moves down to swipe at his lips.

Ha. You knew it.

A trail of red paint, smeared from his bottom lip to his chin. Satisfied, you turn your hand around to see a patch of brilliant red stain the pad of your thumb. You feel content, you were able to take care of your reckless captain today. When the opportunity presented itself to protect his life for yours, you didn't even need to think. Now you could tell there was a hole where your stomach used to be, and your insides were splattered across your precious ship. Before your eyelids became too heavy, you watched as a lone tear traveled down his face and fell onto your forehead. Your captain truly was so beautiful.

How lucky you were to see all sides of him.

#eustass kid #one piece #kid x reader #I do not wish to be perceived #his lipstick makes me unwell #eustass x reader

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