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Valentines day with ot8

pairing: ot8 x fem reader

genre: headcanon, smut – MDNI

synopsis: how you'd spend valentines day with skz

warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, established relationships, pet play, oral sex (m + f rec), anal toys (plug), pet names, use of the word master and sir, clit play, inexperienced reader, virgin reader, loss of virginity, mention of feeling insecure and anxious, Amazon sex position, grinding, reader calls jisung a pervert, breast and nipple play, mention of porn watching, unprotected and protected penetration (p in v), mention of using a safe word and the traffic light system, masturbation (m), thigh fucking, temp play (ice)

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꒰ Chan ꒱

He's been working hard lately. Having to juggle work and home has become tiring and exhausting for him. He comes home from work, showers, eats and crawls into bed, ultimately done for the night.

You don't blame him though. It's that time of the year. However, you couldn't help but feel like the intimacy between you both had diminished. You know he's tired so you don't expect him to do anything however, when you would crawl into bed, he'd at least give you some form of intimacy, whether that'd be spooning you or just gentle kisses - now he doesn't do any of that.

Has the romance died? Is there no spark between you both anymore? Is Chan bored of you? All these questions swimming around in your head and not a single answer to any of them which makes you feel more anxious and worried.

You tried to initiate it, saying that he doesn't have to move a single muscle, that you'll do all the work but Chan just wasn't interested, claimed he was too tired and that he has a busy day ahead.

You soon started to feel defeated, sometimes crying to yourself in the bathroom before settling next to him in bed.

But you didn't give up. You refuse to give up.

Valentine's day is coming up so you decided to splash out on some sexy lingerie to surprise your lover. Maybe then he will give you the attention you deserve!

A nice, sexy red lace set. Panties and bralette made of flimsy material and see through. Cute hearts decorate the bralette covering where your nipples would show. A matching garter belt and stockings to accommodate it. If this doesn't make Chan drool, then you don't know what will.

The time finally came. Chan was finishing up in the bathroom after taking a shower, the sounds of the hairdryer going off. You quickly change into your lacy underwear before quickly styling your hair to make yourself look the part as well as spraying some of your best perfume on your neck. Nerves and anticipation surges through your veins, bubbling in your stomach.

What if he doesn't like it? What if this is the final straw? If this fails, then you don't know what else you can do to make him touch or look at you.

So deep in thought, you fail to hear the bathroom door open. The soft slaps of bare feet on the floorboards as Chan approaches.

“Holy shit…” He breathes out. You spin on your heels to face him, cheeks turning a nice pink colour.

“Chan–”

“Sh.” He simply instructs, walking towards you. You press your lips together in a thin line, unable to take your eyes off him. His aura is different, a sudden change of atmosphere making you feel small and submissive.

“My gosh don't you look adorable.” He groans, grabbing your cheeks in his hand softly. You're forced to look up at him, your throat turning dry.

“C-Chan…” You weakly squeak. You feel his fingers lightly feather over the flimsy material of your bralette, outlining the curve of your breasts before gently poking your nipple. He lines the heart shape slowly, his fingertip nudging against the bud.

You shiver, letting out a weak moan. You couldn't help it. It's been days, weeks since he's last touched you. You can already feel your cunt throb and ache, panties slowly soaking up your slick and sticking to you. You're touch starved and it's obvious from the way your body responds from his simple touch.

He releases your cheeks before sliding both hands down your sides and cupping your ass.

He pulls you flush to his naked chest. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin onto yours. It's suffocating, it's making you dizzy. His scent is all over and around you, you're becoming intoxicated.

“All this is for me?” Chan licks his lips hungrily as he presses his erection onto your thigh.

“Yes.” you instantly reply.

“Why?”

“It's valentine's day and you haven't touched me in so long Chan. I'm touch starved.” You pout, whining softly. Chan chuckles softly

“I'm sorry pup. I've just been so tired lately. I have wanted to pleasure you, believe me but I'm so pent up that I'm scared of hurting you…”

“I trust you Chan. With my whole heart. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Just please Chan, please fuck me.” You beg, cupping his erection and gently palming it. Chan lets out a shaky moan before smirking.

“Be careful what you wish for, y/n”

“I mean it! Please Chan, fuck me like you mean it. I want to be sore, I want to feel you deep inside. I want to be fucked dumb. Just, please!”

You squeal as Chan picks you up and throws you on the bed. He crawls over to you, situating himself between your legs.

“I warned you, y/n but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, huh.”

꒰ Minho ꒱

Minho tugs on the leash that's attached to your collar, your body jerking slightly. You look up from your sleeping position on the floor before kneeling and sitting on the back of your heels, awaiting his instructions. It's valentine's day, a day that he never cared about until you suggested that you'd make valentines day his day.

He hums softly, patting your head gently before twisting your hair around his finger. He gently strokes the fake fur of the cat ears that rest on your head, a cute delicate collar around your neck with a bell attached to it with a matching tail.

“Yes, master?”

“Suck.” He simply instructs. You nod, crawling between his parted legs before pulling down his jeans and underwear. You wrap your fingers around his dick, starting off slow and steady.

Minho's attention turns back onto the TV, his eyes flickering from the screen, to you then back to the screen. He slouches a bit more as his cock gets hard in your hand. You hum softly, pumping his base before leaning in to kitten lick his tip.

You press your tongue flat against his tip, collecting his pre cum that is currently seeping from his slit. Your free hand comes up to massage and fondle with his balls, rolling them slowly in the palm of your hand. Minho closes his eyes slowly as your lips wrap around his cockhead.

You softly suck, wrapping your tongue around it and letting the wet muscle caresses his red tip. The salty flavor of his pre cum coats your taste buds making you hum and shiver. You look up at your lover, his nonchalant expression refusing to change until you suddenly lower your head on his cock, taking more of his size and letting him hit the back of your throat.

Minho's eyes widen at the sudden action as he looks down at you. He parts his lips, toes curling as you instantly swallow around his cock. Saliva bubbles from the corner of your lips, the ability to breathe becoming a struggle from the sheer thickness of him.

Your throat clenches around Minho. He kicks his head back, a throaty groan leaving his lips. His composure breaks as he feels your tongue caress his cock, mouth getting to work on sucking him well.

You place both hands on his thick thighs, eyes fluttering close as you lower your head further down until your nose touches his pubic area. Minho stutters, struggling to stop his hips from bucking upwards. He gathers your hair in his fist, tugging harshly at the roots. You let out a muffled cry, tears welling and spilling from the corner of your eyes as saliva dribbles down your chin.

“F-Fuck, kitten. Shit…” Minho shivers as you slowly pull some of his length out of your mouth. Keeping your lips around him, you work on sucking him how he likes it. Tongue caressing and wrapping around his cock, hands caressing and rolling his balls in the palm of your hand. The bell of your collar jingles with each head movement, Minho being unable to hold back his moans.

“Shit, good.. so good.” He whimpers, plump lip caught between his teeth as your face becomes stained with tears and slobber.

“Such a good kitten, sucking master's cock.” He gathers the faux leather leash, twisting it around his fist to tug harshly. You whimper softly, pulling his cock out of your mouth. A thin string of saliva being the only thing connecting you both at this point.

“All fours.” Minho demands. You nod, shifting on all fours. Your back is to Minho, ass and pussy on full display. Minho licks his lips, kneeling behind you and spreading your ass cheeks. He shivers at the sight of your butt plug that's buried inside, a fake fur tail attacked at the end to finish off the cat like appearance.

“My gorgeous kitten.” Minho coos, playing with your tail before gently applying pressure on the plug. You let out a soft whimper, your swollen bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Does that feel good, kitten?”

“Yes sir.” You shakily breathe out, feeling his fingertips dance towards your pussy. He uses his middle and index finger to rub between your folds, a hum of contentment emitting from his lips as his fingers become soaked.

“So wet for me, kitten. Did you get like this because you sucked some cock?”

“Y-Yes sir.” He presses the pad of his fingertips against your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles on the nub. Your legs shake, arms unable to hold your body weight. He slips two fingers in your cunt, your walls welcoming him by squeezing around his fingers. He leans over you, chest pressing on your back.

“I think I might like Valentine's day.”

꒰ Changbin ꒱

Changbin is the only person you've ever known when it comes to sex. Changbin has a lot more experience than you do in that department. You were a virgin when you two met so he is all you ever know. You don't have much sexual experience, not knowing what you like and dislike, however, Changbin is patient with you.

He told you to take your time, that there is no rush. You will find out what positions and kinks you like eventually, reassuring you that you shouldn't rush because stuff like this cannot be rushed.

But you can't help that nagging feeling of insecurity in the back of your mind. Some days you wish you knew what you were doing because then, it would be easier and much more smooth sailing. Changbin has told you time and time again that he doesn't mind, that he understands the situation and that you shouldn't feel scared nor insecure - but your mind tells you differently.

Valentine's day is around the corner and you want to do something special with him. You couldn't do anything last year due to work commitments and when you two finally had free time, the moment was over and done with. This year is different however and you want to make it a day he won't ever forget.

You shopped for some cute looking underwear. It's not the first time you've shopped for underwear, however this type of underwear is different and is for a different meaning.

Walking along the shelves and racks of cute and sexy underwear, robes and even some bdsm equipment, you were once again reminded that this is all new to you. You didn't know exactly what you were going for nor what you wanted to look or feel like. When a staff member offered you some help, you flushed a deep red and scurried out of the store empty handed.

You didn't know what Changbin likes when it comes to this. What does he like to see his partner wear? What colours does he like? Red, pink, blue? Does he like lace or cotton? The more unanswered questions you have, the more insecure and nervous you feel.

You tried again the next day, taking deep breaths and this time, you accepted the help from the staff member. You bought yourself a cute baby pink set. Nothing too extreme but nothing too minimal. Now you have to hide it away from your lover and hiding things from Changbin can be quite tricky.

The week went by slowly. During the week, you googled positions and techniques to get your loved ones to feel good. That's when you come across a position known as the ‘Amazon Position.’ Your curiosity piqued, the picture of said position making you want to try it with Changbin. Only problem is, how do you bring something up like this to him?

Changbin knew something was going on with you, he could tell by the way you acted so skittish around him. How you would be quick to lock your phone or hold it close to your chest when he questioned what you were doing. He knew but he had a feeling that you being so secretive is for a good reason.

Valentine's day came and as expected, you feel sick to your stomach with nerves. You wrote a mental script, imagined it all out in your head. Changbin was out for the day, work commitments but he promised to make it up to you later that night but of course, you have other plans.

You spend the majority of the day clock watching, continually trying on the set wondering if doing this is a good idea. You feel good on the set. The soft pink with hearts and bows gave it that innocent appeal to it and that's exactly how you feel – innocent and cute.

6 pm rolls over. Changbin will be home in 30 minutes max. You ignore the sick feeling, ignore your nerves as you put on the set, fixing your hair and make up. You put on a robe to conceal it as you hear the front door open.

“Y/n! Baby, I'm home!” You grin, hearing your lover's voice. Your worries instantly wash away. You rush out of the bedroom, feet slapping against the wood floor.

“Binnie!!” You fail to hide your excitement as you run to him. He laughs, opening his arms wide. You run into them, Changbin wrapping his strong arms around you and lifting you up.

“How's my favourite baby girl?” He hums softly, hands cupping your ass softly to keep you stable. You blush a soft pink colour.

“I'm fine. Missed you though.” You pout. Changbin softly kisses your pout before laughing softly. You mewl, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling his natural scent. His scent causes shivers to run down your spine and shoot to your core.

It's Binnie, your Binnie. The man you love and adore so much. The man who is your safe space.

“Binnie.” You softly whisper, kissing his neck delicately. Changbin hums softly.

“I bought you something.” He whispers.

“You did?”

“Mhm. Want it now or–?” You pull your head away from his neck, looking to the side as you bite your lip. Changbin tilts his head to the side. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“W-Well, I uh…” You start. Changbin gently puts you back down, your feet hitting the wood floor. “I bought something and I wanted to ask you something and well, I'm just so embarrassed and worried that you won't like it..”

Tears well in your eyes suddenly, the action surprising you as well as Changbin. You're so nervous right now, thoughts and insecurities consuming your body.

“Take your time baby.” Changbin hums softly, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“I-I think it's best if I show you.” You mumble, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. You instruct him to sit, stepping in between his legs. You take a deep breath in before removing your robe, letting it shimmy down your shoulders and pool at your feet.

Changbin's eyes widened at your set, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Is this what you wanted to show me, baby?” You nod slowly, taking shaky breaths. “Can I touch?”

“Yes.” His fingertips lightly dance up your sides. He traces the hearts on your bra, playing with the little bow in the center. He gently cups your breasts, palming them in his hand softly.

“B-Binnie…” You softly moan.

“What else baby? Tell your Binnie what else you want.”

“I-I found a position called the Amazon position and I–I want to try it with you.” That pink flush turns a bright red. Changbin licks his lips slowly, his hands now playing with the curve of your ass.

“You want to try it with me baby? Are you sure?” You nod. “Are you doing this because you want to or because you're trying to please me? Because if you're doing this for me then–”

“I want to! Please Binnie… I-I know I'm inexperienced but I just, I don't know… I just want to try it with you and see if I like it…” Changbin stands up, cupping your cheeks gently.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you're comfortable with this.” You look into Changbin's eyes, drowning in the beauty of his eyes. Lust is evident but the love you see is drowning you.

“I'm comfortable.”

Changbin lays flat on his back, legs up and bent at the knees. He holds the back of his thighs, legs spread. You shuffle close to him, holding the base of his condom clasped penis. You hold it straight, squatting over the back of his thighs.

“Are you sure?” Changbin asks for the nth time. You nod.

“I'm sure Binnie. I trust you.” Changbin smiles softly at you, giving you the go ahead. You lower yourself down on his length. Both of you moaning in unison, the stretch you feel from his cock burning. You wait a few seconds before thrusting your hips towards him. You let out a shaky whimper, leaning forward to place your hands on his soft pecs.

“B-Binnie…” You moan out, head hanging low. The new position makes it possible for Changbin to reach into unknown territory. You're at a loss for words from how pleasurable it feels. You're in control, you get to control how deep and how fast to go. Your clit rubbing against Changbin, the feel of being able to control making you feel overwhelmed

“You look so beautiful and in control, baby girl. The best valentine's gift ever.”

꒰ Hyunjin ꒱

Hyunjin was sculpted by a Greek god, giving him romantic attributes so it's no surprise that Valentine's day is made for him. His little habits, hobbies and interests as well as his sense of style screams soft romantic.

Valentine's day is Hyunjin's favourite thing of the year purely because he gets to show that romantic side to you. He never fails in making you feel like royalty. You often tease him, calling him a soppy romantic but in reality, you adore that side of him

You feel lucky to have someone like Hyunjin in your life.

This year you didn't fancy doing anything spontaneous. The week has been tiring for you both, neither of you fancied getting dressed and going out plus neither of you needed any new clothing or hobby related stuff - so Hyunjin suggested that you both just do some art together.

You're both sitting on the wood floor of Hyunjin's art studio, a few candle sticks in empty wine glasses situated on the tables. You're sitting cross legged facing each other, your hair tied in a messy bun. Hyunjin's hair is getting long again but it's not long enough for him to tie up, so he's settled on using a pink hairband of yours to keep his hair out of his face.

Different types of paints, paint brushes and canvases situated around you both. Both dressed in clothing that you don't really care about meaning you can get messy. A soft, classical piece playing in the background as the soft sounds of paint brushes being dragged around the canvases.

“How's it going for you angel?” Hyunjin's eyes flicker up from his canvas to you. He chuckles softly to himself as your tongue sticks out in concentration - a habit of yours he loves so much.

“It's going alright.” You laugh, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Just alright?” You nod, looking up and melting at the sight of him. You forget how handsome Hyunjin looks, with his prince-like appearance; however, tonight he looks exquisite. The soft glow of the candles, stray pieces of hair falling in front of his face, a few paint streaks on his cheeks, you feel like the luckiest person on the planet.

“I just can't get your right eye correct! I have the left done perfectly but the right eye is just annoying me.” You whine softly. Hyunjin laughs, dipping his paintbrush in some water.

“The struggles for many of us artists out there, darling. Trying to get things perfect and symmetrical doesn't always go to plan.”

“I applaud you, Jinnie. You make art look so easy.”

“It takes time and practice my love. I never used to be good.”

“Lies. You've always been good. I'm jealous.” You huff.

“Jealous? Jealous of what?” Hyunjin looks up at you.

“Of everything! Have you seen yourself baby! You're so pretty and handsome. You have amazing talents, like damn!” Hyunjin laughs, his hand automatically coming up to hide his smile as his cheek turns a pink colour.

“Thank you darling, I appreciate it, however, I think you're the prettiest person in the world.” You shuffle on the spot, looking down at your artwork as you flush a deep red

“S-Shut up, jinnie.” Hyunjin laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders before getting back to work on his art piece. Silence falls upon you both. It's comfortable. Nothing feels forced or awkward. It's nice, calm and just what you both need.

“Ready to show?” Hyunjin puts his paintbrush down as you do the same. You hum softly, nodding. “On three. One, two, three!”

You both flip your canvases around. Your eyes widen, a feeling of shock and admiration rushing through your mind and body. His art is breathtaking, making you awe at his talents. He's captured you in a way that you've never been captured before, painting you in a feeling of softness and comfort. He's managed to get down every last detail. From the wispy bits of your hair to the textures of your face.

“Hyunjin.. i–” you struggle to find the words, tears starting to well in your eyes as you feel overwhelmed.

“Do you like it, darling?”

“Like it? I love it! I look so calm and at peace.”

“That's how I see you darling. I love seeing you like this. You look and feel so free, no worries weighing you down. I adore this side of you darling, so I had to paint you like this.”

“Baby…” You smile lovingly at him, wiping away a fallen tear.

“You're so beautiful and special to me, darling.” Hyunjin puts his painting down, patting his lap. You place your own painting next to him, straddling his lap as he holds your waist gently.

“I love you, y/n. So so much.”

“H-Hyunjin…” You softly whisper, lips inches apart. His breath fans against them, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush onto his crotch.

“I'm going insane, y/n. You're driving me insane.” Hyunjin plants soft and delicate kisses on your neck. You tilt your head to the side, allowing more access for him. His sharp canines sink into your skin, occasionally scrapping them before sucking and kissing.

Your lips part, soft moans in the form of his name emit from your lips. His hands slide up your clothing, fingertips dancing delicately along the hot skin of your back. His lips kiss up and along your jawline before finding your own lips.

The kiss is slow yet passionate. Gripping onto his shoulders, you rock your hips back and forth on him, shaky moans being swallowed by your both.

“I want you, I need you.” He whispers desperately against your lips, gently placing you flat on the wood floor and leaning over you all whilst keeping his lips attached to yours

“You have me, baby. I'm all yours for the taking.”

꒰ Jisung ꒱ ( continuation from this )

He couldn't bear the thought of you looking like that again. You looked so sad and alone. You needed him, craved him and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt powerless and he hates that.

The business trip got extended by a few more days, much to Jisung and your frustration. He wouldn't be home for valentine's and that hurts the most for you both. You accepted it, saying that there's nothing that can be done about it, however, Jisung is stubborn. He refuses to accept it.

It's 11 pm, the day before valentine's, and you're getting ready for bed. Jisung messaged you saying that he couldn't video call you tonight, which sucks but it's something that cannot be helped. You do your usual bedtime routine before changing into a spaghetti strap vest and panties.

You grab your plushie, sliding into bed and holding the plushie close to your chest before trying to sleep. You have trouble sleeping when Jisung is away. His warmth and comfort isn't there to provide you a sense of safety.

You managed to fall asleep but half an hour later, you were woken by someone shaking you gently. A soft call of your name and that all too familiar scent clouded your mind.

“S-Sungie?!” You sleepily whisper, heart fluttering.

“It's me, darling. It's me, I'm home.” Jisung shuffles in bed behind you, pulling you flush to his chest. His warmth radiating onto you, his fingers stroking your stomach slowly. He nuzzles into the back of your neck, deeply inhaling that sweet scent he has missed so much.

“I thought–”

“I finished everything I had to do. I wanted to be with you y/n. I've missed you so dearly and the thought of spending valentine's without you hurts.” You shuffle around to face him, placing a hand on his soft cheek.

“You're so love sick, Sungie.” You giggle playfully. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm gently before taking your hand and placing it on his firm chest.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he stares into your eyes whilst guiding your hand down his chest and abs. You eventually reach his fully erect penis.

Your eyes widen slightly, Jisung taking his hand off yours gently.

“I'm sorry. As soon as I came through the front door, I was hit with nothing but your sweet scent. Then I came in here and it's so sweet. So sickly…”

“P-Pervert.” You mumble, slowly palming his cock. He lets out a throaty groan, nudging the tip of his nose against your neck, his soft, black hair tickling your face.

“Say it again.”

“Pervert.” You mewl, squeezing his cock. His hips buck, body shaking. He tugs at your vest, pulling it up and over before diving in between your breasts. He squeezes them roughly, biting at the skin leaving teeth marks before biting and tugging at your nipple. You shimmy your hand down his boxer shorts to rub your thumb over his soaked tip.

“Missed you. Missed you so much. I'm going insane, y/n. Want to devour you.”

“Then do so.” You whisper, your breath tickling the shell of his ear. He groans softly before shimming down and under the duvet. He buries himself between your parted legs, pushing your panties to the side, too impatient to strip you off them.

He needs you and he needs you now

“I've missed this.” You hear him say before his tongue laps at your clit. Your eyes widen at the sudden contact, fingers finding his hair and tangling themselves in it.

“J-Ji…” You moan out, back arching softly off the bed. He sucks and nibbles on your clit, two fingers sliding up and down between your folds. He swaps his mouth and fingers, fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit as he laps at your entrance hungrily, collecting every single drop of your essence.

“So good. So delicious, missed this… missed you.” He purrs. He grabs your thighs, pulling you flush against his face. He spits on your cunt, smearing it around your core, folds and clit before eating you out hungrily.

Spit and slick coats his face, the sounds of your breathy moans and whimpers paired with the harsh tugs on his roots making him feral.

“I never want to be away from you again, darling.”

꒰ Felix ꒱

It's your first valentine's with Felix. You two are a fresh couple, dating for only four months. You've never had a long term relationship before, nothing like what you're experiencing with Felix at least.

Sure you've had partners but they don't tend to last very long for you. Felix, however, is different. He is soft, kind and patient with you. He knows you're inexperienced in all departments. You were worried and insecure about that; however, Felix reassures you that he doesn't mind, that he will help you and that you shouldn't feel pushed.

He told you that you two will go further when you feel ready to do so; and you do. You feel like now is the right time to further your relationship with Felix. You know it's going to be scary and a hell of a journey, but you trust Felix with your heart and soul.

You researched forums, watched many porn videos and even spoke to a few friends on what you should and shouldn't do. You mentally prepared yourself for the day, thinking, hoping you was; but nothing can prepare you for your first time.

“Still to this day, you are an unbelievably good cook.” Felix hums, placing down his knife and fork before wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

“Thank you, lixie.” You blush, shuffling in your seat. You invited Felix over for a valentine's dinner. He arrived at your door with a bouquet of roses, chocolates, home baked brownies and two vouchers for a spa day for you both.

Being at home brought you a sense of comfort, thinking that initiating or mentioning sex would be easier if you were in your own comfort space.

You stand to take his plate, Felix shaking his head and standing up, taking yours and his.

“You go relax baby, I'll clean up.”

“Are you sure?” You asked however, he's quick, sleeves rolled up as he fills the sink with warm, soapy water.

“A million percent. Put on a film or show and I will join you real soon.” You nod, smiling softly before sitting on the sofa. You put on a series, trying to calm your racing mind. You feel ready, the question is, how do you approach it?

You were mentally prepared, the hours and weeks of research leading up to this moment. You even put on your best underwear in an attempt to feel the part. So busy consumed with your own thoughts and feelings, you didn't notice Felix walking towards you, wiping his hands on his t-shirt.

“Everything okay baby?” He asks, sitting beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You meekly nod, smiling before leaning into his side, head on his shoulder.

“Okay darling. You'd tell me if you weren't, right?”

“Of course, lixie.” Felix hums before turning his attention to the TV. You, however, couldn't concentrate on the show.

Hours went by painfully slowly. You're scared that time is running out for you. Felix is staying for the night so that's one thing you don't have to worry about but the nagging feeling, your head telling you to “Just do it” making you feel uneasy. You take a deep breath as you look up at Felix.

He looks down at you, smiling softly before his eyes widen at you. Your hand gently and shakily placed over his crotch, slowly palming him the best you can over his blue coloured jeans.

“W-Wait…” He grunts. You bite your lip, swallowing down the heavy feeling of nerves and insecurities. You palm harder, desperation kicking in when you realize that it's not working.

“Why…” You look down, then back at Felix. Tears well in your eyes slowly, heart thumping against your chest and feeling heavy. Felix softly sighs before holding your wrist.

“Baby. Look at me.” You look up at him, bottom lip quivering. Was it bad? Does he not like you like that? Does he not want it?

“F-Felix.” You choke out, tears falling down your cheeks. You feel embarrassed, ashamed. You're wondering why you did something like that. Was it all for nothing?

“Oh darling, don't cry.” Felix coos, wiping away your tears.

“D-Did you not like it?” You choke out.

“I did.”

“But–”

“However, you have to take it slow.”

“B-But i”

“Are you ready?” You nod slowly. “Look me in the eyes baby and tell me you want this.”

“I-I want this… I want you.”

“Are you sure? A million percent sure? Infinity perfect?” You giggle softly though your laughs as you nod. “Okay, my love.”

Your arms cover your naked breasts, Felix kneeling between your legs. Your hair fanned out against the bed sheets, the room dimly lit with fairy lights. Your clothing scattered across your bedroom, lips kiss bitten and swollen.

Felix has driven you to your second orgasm of the night, making sure you are well prepared for what's about to come. He kisses the inside of your thigh gently, his body slick with sweat. He decided to put his long, blonde hair up in a ponytail to keep it away from his face.

He rolls a condom onto his length, pumping himself a few times before shuffling towards you.

“Are you sure?” He asks for the nth time.

“Infinity percent.” You whisper, cheeks pink.

“Remember your safe word?” You nod. “What is it?”

“Sunshine.”

“Good girl.” Felix sweetly pecks your lips before lining himself up at your entrance. “This will hurt, baby. It'll sting and feel painful at first. I promise I will go slow but tell me if it's too much for you and I will stop right away, okay?”

“O-Okay lixie.” Felix slowly pushes his length inside. You grip onto the sheets tightly, lip caught between your teeth. He's right, it hurts. You feel like you're being stretched, the sting running up and down your spine.

“F-Felix.” You squeak out, reaching out to him. He gently takes your hand in his, squeezing gently and rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“You're doing so well baby. I'm so proud of you.” He whispers, kissing your hand gently. He pushes a little under half of his length, deciding that going further would be too much for you.

He rubs soothing circles on your hips, inner thighs, hands; anywhere he can reach, he soothes. You pant softly, Felix staying still to allow you to adjust to his size.

It's overwhelming. You feel so full. Your body is tingling, your mind telling you that you want so much more than what he has given you.

“L-Lix…”

“Colour?”

“G-Green.. Please, move.” Felix swallows, holding your waist gently before slowly moving. Pleasure courses through your veins from the small and limited movements, your pussy sensitive from never being used this way before.

It's suffocating, but it's good to the point it's addicting.

The pain subsides, pleasuring taking over. Felix slowly picks up the speed and intensity, watching your brows furrow together and lips part. Soft moans leave your lips frequently, making Felix feel more and more confident that you're getting into it.

“I'm so honoured and blessed that you feel comfortable and safe around me for me to take something so wonderful yet precious.”

꒰ Seungmin ꒱

1 am. The early morning of valentine's day. Your eyes flutter open. You let out a soft grumble, bringing a fist up to your eyes to rub away the sleep. Your mind is still heavy with sleep so you're not fully awake yet, however, you don't need to be fully awake to understand the sweet noises you're currently hearing.

Soft groans make your ears perk up. You look behind you, eyes widening at the sight you see.

“S-Shit…” A breathy Seungmin groans softly. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. The sheets have been pushed down to his thighs, his naked chest on display. Your eyes trail down his chest, breath hitching in your throat as you notice his boxer shorts pulled down to his thighs, fist around his leaking cock.

“M-Minnie…” You shakily whisper. Seungmin looks at you, a look of desperation evident on his face.

“Baby. You're awake.” He pants. “Did I wake you?” Even during his hour of need, he's still considerate of you.

“I– No.. nono! Minnie what are you–” You stammer. You can't tear your eyes away from his cock. He's rock hard, his tip red and seeping pre cum from his slit. His actions are desperate, hips bucking in his hand desperately.

“I'm sorry. I just woke up so horny. I couldn't–”

“Why didn't you wake me, Minnie?”

“You've been so tired lately.. You were sleeping soundly that I didn't want to wake you from your sleep.” A distinct pinch between his brows.

“How long?” You swallow. Waking up to your boyfriend jerking himself off isn't something you get to see everyday. It's natural for you to feel needy for him. Tingles of pleasure shoot down between your thighs, making you ache.

“Half an hour…” A hint of annoyance laced in his words. He's struggling and you can tell by how desperate he sounds and looks.

“Do you need help?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me Minnie. What do you want?”

“Y-Your thighs…” He swallows, his outstretched neck making his adams apple visible. You watch it bob with his swallow, your cheeks flushing pink

“My thighs?”

“Yes. I want your thighs. Your soft, perfect thighs.”

“D-Do you like my thighs?”

“I adore them. I love watching and feeling them shake when I hold onto them. When you wrap your legs around my head and buck your pussy against my face, I love it y/n. I love how soft they are, the perfect pillows to rest my head on.”

“M-Minnie!” You squeak. Seungmin turns on his side. He presses his chest flush against your back, his hard penis flush against your ass. He lightly trails his fingertips up your thighs, snaking his hand between your legs.

He gently pries open your legs, your foot planted on the mattress firmly, leg bent at the knees. His feather-like touch continues onto your inner thigh. You let out a small, meek squeak, soft tickles giving you goosebumps.

“I love marking your skin.” He purrs down your ear. ”Especially your inner thighs. No one can see but us and I like that. That sense of ownership and power.”

“I didn't know that you love my thighs so much, minnie.”

“Your thighs are a gateway to something much more tasteful. Something that I crave day in, day out.” You swallow feeling his fingertips lightly brush up and down your pussy through your cotton panties.

“This is what I love the most. Your cute, pretty pussy. How responsive it is to me, it's like it knows.” He presses his finger against your clit before stroking slow circles. You whimper softly, looking up at Seungmin.

He's hungry for you, it's evident in the way he looks at you.

“M-Minnie…” You softly moan. Your panties start to stick to your skin, pleasure slowly taking over your mind and body.

“You sound so beautiful for me.” He nudges your neck with his nose before softly kissing the skin. His hand slips under the waistband of your panties, fingertips coming back into contact with your swollen bud.

He strokes between your folds, humming in satisfaction when he feels your slick coating them nicely. He uses your slick as a form of lube to rub your clit.

The added texture of your slick adds to the pleasure. Your hips buck, nerve endings feeling alive and on fire. Seungmin's body heat radiates onto you making you feel like you're suffocating and drowning.

“My pretty girl.” Seungmin purrs against your neck, pushing your panties down your legs. The cool air makes you shiver as it hits your sensitive pussy.

“M-Minnie… more, please.” You whisper.

“Soon baby, just, let me use your thighs first.” He gently pushes down your leg so it's on top of the other. He holds your waist gently, lining his cock between the two. He pushes his cock between your thighs, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Warm.” He shakily breathes out, pushing and pulling his hips back. His cock rubs between your thighs as well as briefly rubbing between your folds. Your slick transfers onto his length, making it easier for him to thrust.

“Shit, you're so soft.. so warm..” Seungmin peppers soft kisses along the back of your neck, his body shaking.

“M-Minnie, I–”

“So cute, so soft – fuck. I love you, y/n.” His hand travels up your night shirt to cup your breast. He massages it, occasionally playing with your nipple.

“I love you too, Minnie.” With each push, his cock nudges and rubs your clit adding to the pleasure.

“This is what I needed – my god.. I feel so close already. I'm sorry, I don't think I'll be able to carry on much longer.”

“It's okay, Minnie. Let yourself go.” You purr.

“Just a bit longer. Want to feel your thighs some more. I love your body, y/n. I love your body so much.”

“Minnie, hush. There's nothing to love about it.” The pink tint on your cheeks slowly turns red.

“Are you kidding me? Your body is everything. It's spectacular, it's beautiful. Your body scars, curves, your texture makes you real and I fucking love it.”

“S-Shut up.” You blush, nuzzling into your pillow to hide your face. Seungmin laughs softly, his sharp canines sinking into the skin of your neck gently.

“Y/n..” You let out a muffled moan, Seungmin's cock twitching uncontrollably between your thighs. “I might..”

You smirk, reaching down and rubbing his cockhead. He lets out a loud, throaty moan. He digs his fingers into your waist, teeth sinking deeper into your skin, threatening to pierce it.

“F-Fu– Don't stop, oh gosh.. please don't stop!” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the burning knot in the pit of his stomach threatening to snap at any minute.

“Cum. Cum, I'm going to cum – fuck!” He bites onto your shoulder harshly, piercing the skin. His body jerks as cum shoots out onto the bed sheets and your thighs. You let out a soft whimper, feeling the warm body fluid trickle down your legs.

Seungmin pants heavily, cock and muscles twitching and seizing with each release. He tenderly kisses your bite mark, apologizing sheepishly as his thrusts turn slow and languid, using your thighs to ride out his high.

“Sorry darling, I didn't me–” He's stopped dead in his tracks, breath hitching in his throat as his heart stops. You're looking at him with doe eyes, tears threatening to spill as a hazy look accompanied by a soft pink blush rests on your face.

“S-Seungmin.” You whimper desperately. “N-Need.. Need you. I need you so bad.”

Seungmin pushes his sweaty bangs away from his face before kneeling up and between your legs. He pushes the duvet away from you, allowing him to see you in all your glory.

He licks his lips, eyes traveling down your hot body to your pussy. Slick coating your inner thighs, folds soaked and clit swollen. Your entrance is visibly clenching.

Seungmin glances at the clock. 3 am. The corner of his lips turn upwards into a smirk before diving between your legs.

“Happy Valentine's day to me.”

꒰ Jeongin ꒱

Jeongin really wanted ice cream. He's been craving and eating a lot of ice cream lately for some unknown reason, but it keeps him happy.

Sitting with a tub between his legs, idly bringing the spoon to his lips and licking the ice cream off the spoon as he watches his kdrama, you couldn't help but stare. It's late in the evening on valentine's day, the living area is still decorated with helium filled balloons, fake rose petals and confetti.

Cheesy valentine's cards resting on the coffee table, heart shaped box of chocolates, candles and roses to accommodate. You're both tired from the eventful day of shopping and spending money, so you both decided on having a quiet night in.

Jeongin is happily eating his strawberry flavored ice cream, occasionally laughing at his series as well as letting out the occasional sound of displeasure. You, however, struggled to maintain focus; it's hard when all you can see from the corner of your eye is Jeongin's tongue darting out and scooping up the ice cream from his spoon.

“If you keep staring at me, you're going to burn holes.” Jeongin teases. You quickly look away, blushing softly.

“Sorry.” You mumble, feeling embarrassed.

“Don't be. What are you staring at me so much anyways?”

“I wasn't!” You're quick to answer, Jeongin laughing softly.

“Mhm. So you weren't just watching me eat ice cream? Didn't know you were so into mukbangs.”

“I-I'm not!” You whine, feeling flustered. Jeongin raises his eyebrow.

“No?” You watch him scoop up more ice cream on his spoon and slowly licking it off. It had already started to melt so some of it dripped down his chin.

“Ops.” He says nonchalantly, scooping it up with his finger and licking it clean. You clench your jaw, shuffling in your seat. Your mind is racing with thoughts, making you feel unsettled and excited.

He places his ice cream down. “Should we try something? Something fun. Something I think you will love.”

A glimmer of mischief in his eyes. You cock your head to the side, nodding slowly. Whatever it is, you know it doesn't hold good intentions. He's a menace to your heart. You watch him walk to the freezer, grabbing the ice cube tray before walking back to you.

“Strip.”

“Innie..” You start off by saying. You stop yourself once you see him giving you that look. You whimper softly, stripping yourself off your clothing so you're just in your panties. Jeongin hums in satisfaction, popping out an ice cube and putting it in his mouth. He rolls it around his tongue, letting it melt slowly in his mouth.

He sits back down, pressing his lips against yours as soon as the ice has melted. You whimper, feeling his tongue instantly push past your lips. You shiver, the feeling of his ice cold tongue against your warm tongue making you shiver and feel things you haven't felt before.

Pleasure, need and desperate courses through your veins. You grip onto Jeongin for stability, feeling your head become hazy from the kiss. The lack of oxygen becomes apparent. You failed to notice Jeongin popping out another ice cube; it wasn't until you felt an ice cold feeling on your breasts did you pull away and squeal.

“C-Cold!” Jeongin simply hums. He trails the ice cube down the valley of your breasts and back up, sliding it around your nipple. You watch him, a trail of water being left behind from the ice cube melting too fast from the heat of your body. Water drips down the curve of your breast, falling onto your lap.

You shiver, nipples becoming perky in an instant. Jeongin licks his lips, enjoying the sight that rests upon his eyes. He continues the torture with the cube, letting it glide over and over your sensitive nipple.

Water droplets travel between your breast and stomach, dipping at your belly button before stopping just above the waistband of your panties. Whilst Jeongin uses the cube to tease your nipple, he dips his head low to capture the neglected one between his teeth.

He gently nibbles on it, tugging it gently before kitten licking it. He suckles on the bud, laying his tongue flat to lick long strips. You tangle your fingers in his hair, letting out soft moans in the form of his name.

He gently grabs your thighs, pulling you down on the sofa so your back is against the arm rest. Your legs spread wide apart which allows Jeongin to see your growing wet patch in your cotton panties.

Keeping his eyes locked onto your, he presses his finger against the wet material which makes your hips buck.

“Warm and wet. Shall we change that?” He hums. He pulls down your panties, discarding them onto the floor. Grabbing a cube, he trails it across your lower stomach and pubic area. The ice cube melts instantly, water dripping down your folds.

“I-Innie….” You shakily moan out, feeling overwhelmed by the experience. With a new ice cube, he teasingly rubs it over your clit. You buck your hips, groaning softly as it instantly melts. The water trickles down your pussy mixing with your slick.

“I-I can't… Please Innie..” You whimper, eyes glossy. Your bottom lip is swollen and kiss bitten. Your body is shivering and hot. The stark contrast of hot and cold is a new feeling for you, especially in the context that it's being used in as of now.

“Please what?” He hums.

“Please stop teasing me.” You beg. He hums softly, thinking for a second and shrugging.

“Okay. I guess it is Valentine's Day so you do deserve some loving.” He buries himself between your legs but not before suckling on a few ice cubes.

Your eyes widen and hips instantly buck against his face. His cold tongue lays flat on your sensitive clit, short and fast licks sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spine.

Your toes curl against the material of the sofa, hands shakily reaching down to tangle in his hair. You moan his name like a mantra, his cold mouth working its magic on your pussy.

He licks at your entrance like a starved man, moaning at your taste and scent. He pushes you flush against his face, wanting to be buried in your cunt more. His eyes flicker up at you, smirking when he sees your fucked out face.

“I hope you're prepared for a long night, baby. We still have another tray full of ice cubes.”

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louloulemons-posts · 7 months

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Oil At The Coffee Shop VIII

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie and Reader go on a date.

Word Count : 1.9k

Warnings : Not proof read, little bit spicy, no actual smut, love bites, kisses, mini angst at the end, eddie and reader are just nervous and cute, rambly.

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Waking up your head was sore, you’re never letting Robin make you a drink again. Sitting up you rubbed your face, trying to wake yourself more.

Pushing back the blankets, your feet met the chilly floor beneath you. Trying to remember last night, you remembered Steve, Robin, Eddie.

Wait. Eddie.

He was here. He brought you home. You’d kissed him. Holy shit you’d kissed him. And now you had to face him.

Leaning down he pressed his lips against your forehead. “If you wake up and you want to kiss me, you’re more than welcome too.”

Holy shit. Did I want to kiss him? Of course you did. But you also didn’t want to mess us up. He means so much to you, one of your best friends, one of your favourite people.

He told you if you wanted to kiss him, you could. And you really really wanted to.

It was decided then. Heading out of your room, you were about to walk to the lounge when you remembered, your teeth, you need to brush your teeth.

Running to the bathroom, you did so. Okay now you were ready. Were you? Yes, yes you were.

Finally heading to find the boy, you left the bathroom. On the sofa lay Eddie, fast asleep, curls spread out all over the pillow.

He looked beautiful. His leather jacket was hung up by your coats, his arms clad in tattoos were on show as his costume meant he was wearing a vest. His eyes were dark, from where he’d smudged the eyeliner in his sleep.

You felt bad disturbing him, but your heart pulled you in his direction. Sitting down next to him, softly bringing your hand up to his face and hair.

His face leaned into your palm, stirring slightly. “Good morning Sweetheart,” his said, voice thick with sleep. It sounded … well the sound of his voice did something to you.

“Hi,” you spoke quietly.

“How’s your head feeling?” he asked, eyes fluttering open, the most beautiful dark coffee colour. “It’s okay, thank you for taking care of me.”

“Anytime.”

“So um … about last night.” He reached up to touch your face, “Yeah, what do you remember?”

“Considering Robin put about half a bottle of vodka in my drinks, quite a lot.”

“So um you remember-“

“Kissing you? Yeah and what you said to me after, I also remember that.”

“Right,” he said, pushing himself up, so you were sat face to face, “And how are you feeling about that?”

You didn’t say anything, putting your hand in his curls, pressing your mouth to his. His hands went to your face, pulling you as close to him as physically possible. Opening your mouth slightly, he tongue slid in, softly caressing yours.

Moaning slightly, you tugged his hair, his hands slid down your to your neck and then one on your side. He pulled you onto his lap, pulling away. Pecking your lips softly. One. Two. Three times.

You smiled, giggling softly, feeling his own against you. “I take it you’re feeling good?” he teased. “What on earth gave you that idea?” you grinned at him.

“Just came to me is all,” he spoke against your lips, kissing them again. “I like you Eddie,” you spoke.

“I like you too Sweetheart,” he pecked your mouth.

“Maybe um … we could you know go on a date? Get late breakfast?” you said to him, nervous. “I’d really like that, but I have a better idea. It’s a surprise though,”he offered.

“Yeah that sounds good.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” you kissed his cheek.

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Eddie left a little while after, he didn’t want to leave, he kept kissing you, pulling you close to him. Not wanting to let you go.

You were going on a date, you were glad you’d prepped and made so many cakes and baked goods. Your hot food would have to be something simple, a soup and grilled cheese?

You showered, cleaning off the drunken feeling from the night before. You now stood in front of your clothes, wrapped in a towel unsure of what to wear.

Something cute, but not trying too hard - Eddie would know if you were. Jeans, a tee and a cardigan. Converse. Great, let’s do that.

Eddie said he’d be back around 4, and it was now 1. Plenty of time. You dried your hair and made a start of your makeup. Just lightly doing it, nothing too bold just the everyday face you’d been doing for years.

As soon as you were done, you did your hair. Once again in one of the styles you did in your day to day life. You knew Eddie and he knew you, you didn’t have to do the awkward small talk nice to meet you thing. You could just be you and Eddie.

Once your hair and face were done, you put your outfit on. Looking at yourself in front of the mirror, you looked cute. Your shoes could wait for a minute, you tidied up the lounge from where Eddie had slept, put clothes back in the wardrobe.

The kitchen was nice and clean, and the shop downstairs was ready to go for the week. After your tidying, you slid your shoes on, fighting with the laces.

You don’t know why you were so nervous, it was just Eddie.

There was a knock on the door which made you jump, the two staircase thing was always something that scared you. One straight from the alley beside your home, where your car was parked, and the other straight up from the shop.

Pulling the door open you smiled when you saw Eddie, “Hi,” you said.

“Hi. You look … you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

“I brought you these,” he said, handing you a bouquet of Dahlias. “Oh Eddie they’re stunning, come in, I’ll put them in some water.”

Following you back into your apartment, Eddie stood at the counter watching you fill up an old vase. Deciding on cutting them later on, they’d look pretty either way. “Thank you Eddie.”

“It’s okay Sweetheart, you ready to go?”

“Almost,” you said, grabbing your bag from the hook, “Ready.” The man held out his hand for you, linking your fingers together.

Grabbing your keys as you walked passed the bowl they were in, you locked up and were on your way.

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Okay Halloween may have been yesterday, but there was one final drive in horror movie. Halloween itself was playing, Eddie had reversed into a spot, opening up the back of his van.

Inside lay a picnic blanket, thick woolly ones and soft pillows. Eddie took your hand, helping you climb into the back, following after. “I brought snacks and some drinks too,” he spoke quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

The opening credits for the movie began to play on the huge screen in front of the cars.

“Come on let’s sit,” you said to him, taking his hand and pulling him down with you.

Sat next to each other, you rested your head on Eddies shoulder, his arm wrapping around you. Getting comfortable with one another. “Thank you for taking me home last night,” you said to him.

“Course Sweetheart, no trouble at all.”

“Thank you for doing this too.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, now looking at your face, “Never have to thank me, and this is for both of us. Something nice for us to do together, like when we went to the diner.”

“I like spending time with you Eddie.”

“I like it too. You’re like my favourite person.”

You gasp lightly, “Oh my, I’m so telling Dustin.”

“Christ,” he sighed, “Please don’t,” he joked.

“Can’t take it back now,” you smiled at him, teasingly.

His eyes scanned your face, finally landing on your lips. Looking at you, he pulled as face, as if asking if he could. You wanted nothing more, nodding.

Leaning down he pressed his lips to yours, his hands finding your face as your own held his shirt, tangling your hands in it. His lips were intoxicating, if you didn’t have to breathe you’d do this forever.

Tugging him closer, your hands came to rest in the curls at the nape of his neck - maybe your favourite place to touch. Tugging lightly, Eddie moaned into your mouth.

Eddies hands moved from your face to under your thighs, pulling you onto his lap. Legs resting on either side of his so you were straddling him.

The kisses became more passionate, tongues tangling, lips bruising. His hands rested on your back as your fingers continued to pull his curls. The sounds he made were beautiful.

It went straight through you, sending shivers everywhere. Your hips ground down against him, making you let out a soft sigh. Eddie pulled back, eyes dark with lust.

Touching his face gently, you peck his lips. Completely different from the seconds before, you pressed your lips to his cheeks, forehead, nose, then slowly and softly down his neck.

Kissing softly, you began to bite down, sucking his neck. Low enough so he could keep them hidden, but high enough he’d have to be aware of where his shirt sat.

Pulling you closer, he couldn’t help bucking his hips. Moaning and groaning, running his fingers down to the bottom of your shirt under your cardigan.

Dragging your lips lower, you kissed his collar bones, making him gasp, You felt the difference between the scars and untouched skin. What happened to him?

Grinding down on him again, he spoke, “Sweetheart,” he sighed, “Baby we have to stop.” He pulled you back gently, his lips were kiss bitten, and cheeks flushed, light bruises forming on his neck.

“S-sorry,” you said softly, brushing your fingers over his new forming love bites. “It’s okay, I just … Sweetheart I don’t want our first time to be together to be in a field, in my crummy van with loads of people around.”

“Maybe the second time?” you asked, teasing smile on his lips. “Sure thing,” he gave you a crooked smile. “Okay,” you laughed.

“Okay. Now you gorgeous girl, let’s watch this movie,” he said, pulling you off of his lap, keeping you cuddled to him. He pressed his lips to your head.

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After the movie ended people started filtering out of the large field, you and Eddie had climbed back up to the front of the van.

You had stayed cuddled up during the whole movie, only innocent touches.

Now driving you home, Eddies hand was on your thigh, fingers entwined with your own. “I had fun tonight,” you smiled.

“Me too.”

“Would you um … maybe want to stay tonight? You can say no, just an offer.”

Eddie sighed, you knew what was coming. “Sweetheart there’s a lot I need to tell you before we can go any further than this. I should have told you before.”

“Tell me.”

“When we get back. It’s gonna take a while and it’s not just my story to tell.”

“Okay,” that’s all you could say. You had no idea what he needed to tell you. You could only worry.

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jun-hug · 1 year

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dream team art school! au

Doodles that inspired me to write a little drabble fic :)

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This was Georges biggest project,

okay maybe biggest project this semester... or last 2 months, either way the assignment occupied boys attention for couple last weeks, especially this week. That's why his two best friends were so eager to meet up, it felt like they haven't seen him in so long yet they go to same university. When brunette texted on their group chat asking for a hand with a photoshoot he haven't even blinked an eye before they eagerly agreed.

What's even more exciting, boys haven't seen George's project yet! The oldest kept it a secret to "prevent the leaks" because apart from it being his assignment it was also an entry to one of his most ambitious fashion competitions. The fashion awards of all US fine arts universities. He had high hopes for it.

"Alright I'm almost ready, remember to put the ISO to 200, I borrowed those lights for a reason!” Georges words were a little muffled but still understandable as he worked on setting his design as perfectly as it could get.

"Got it Gogs, come on we don't have a whole day!” they did, their classes finished at 11am today and it was Friday so they were free for the next days. Sapnap was just eager to see the boys creation, after all he put all his heart into it, like he does to all his projects. "Actually we do" Dream interjected, youngest only glared at him knowing damn well he's as impatient considering constant taps on his thigh.

"Yeah Sap idiot, we have all day.. but you're right, it's better if the light from outside is still at it's best." he finally emerged from behind the wardrobe curtain. Okay. The boys were stunned it's not that George usually doesn't look like goddess himself - that's far from truth actually. It's just that this time they're seeing his art mixed with all his grace and beauty. Sapnap manages to whisper little "Oh god" only for Dream to hear, as the tallest boy starts "You-”

The baby blue glowy shirt, ornamented with flowered embroidery makes his face look soft, bringing out his strawberry cheeks and eyes hinted with a bit of peachy shadow. It all contrasts, yet fits without fault with a long, red, mermaid cut skirt. It's flowy, the material decorated with blue beads in the shape of hearts- And oh-

Dream gasps, Sapnap inhales loudly. Fishnets, George is wearing fishnets and the cut in the thigh is so high it shows his left leg fully. good christ, they are so down bad. Sapnap eyes Dream and They can really just see how both of them are fully raspberry blown faces.

They are both hot. red.

And The brunet who's the one and only cause is clearly oblivious to their reaction as he innocently asks "so how does it look?", makes a gesture with hands showing of the sleeves and frills on the skirt.

"I- you, it's well, George, it's so beautiful you look amazing." Dream exhaled eyes still on him, almost not blinking.

"George it truly is gleaming - I mean the colour palette for this one??? Ms Chevreu will loose her shit when she sees this! You actually are so skilled holy smokes” Sapnap added still admiring his friend's piece.

"awe thank you! I hope she looses her shit to be honest that would be funny, she's into reds recently so I think she will" boy snickered, his cheeks visibly tinted, not only from blush he applied couple minutes ago.

"alright!" he clapped his hands "time for shoot!"

Youngest set the light, while dark blond took photos to fill the entire SIM card folder. Taking that George was /very/ photogenic it was easy to catch the best shots, it's almost like he looks perfect in all of them. George is perfect tho, Dream thinks.

"Okay I think we're done, I took pictures from every side I think" Dream announced as George stretched "gods yes please my back is starting to hurt so bad" as to emphasize that he popped his bones ”ew George don't do that” Sapnap made a face.

"what do you mean you are the worst back popper I've met. Hearing only a scoff in response from other boy George's half lidded eyes closed for a little while.

"He's meditating guys!” Dream squeeked in one of his mocking voices, George giggled "he's died!"

"Okay, that's it I'm checking the photos!" Sapnap yanked the camera from the tallest's hands and plopped on one of the puff poufs. "Hey be careful you goose! this camera only cost me 5 and a half months of cafeshop money!” Dream hurried with scolding

George got up slowly and joined the youngest, soon enough all three of them were slumped on floor, brit in the middle looking and commenting on photos. "Hey guys.." brunet started, causing Dream and Sapnap turning to him.

"yeah?" dark brunette asked.

"thank you... for supporting me, like not only this time but at all" he turned his eyes from both pairs of theirs. Then he cupped each cheek and gave it a short kiss.

Boys blushed, all three of them.

"Yeah no problem Gogs, we'll always be your biggest fans" Sapnap breathed out.

"Always" Dream repeated.

And if for the rest of the day boys only watched movies all cuddled up on couch, snacking on anything they found in brunets kitchen, that was on them.

thank you for reading ♡

hugs,

Jun

#georgenotfound fanart #georgenotfound #dream fanart #dreamwastaken #sapnap fanart #sapnap #dreamnotnap #dnn #dream team #dream team fanfic #gnf #dtqk #mcyt #gnf fanart #doodle #art school au #drabble #dreamnotnap fic #jun arts

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drossna · 2 months

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caduceus lvl.20 redesign i did ages ago but forgot to post

copious amounts of design notes under the cut

tl;dr: my goal with this redesign was to create a coherent design consistent with his previous art, improved enough to hopefully read as lvl.20, but still practical enough to serve as actual adventuring clothes

okay anyways so watch how autistic i can be about caduceus

i wasn't satisfied with caduceus's lvl.20 design. i'm not entirely sure how that design happened. to be fair, critrole designs have never been consistent, but lvl.20 cad abandons nearly every key aspects of cad's design. it drives me batty

why is his hair so straight and pale and dead. why is he draped in so much brown. how do those wing-skirt things work. why does his staff... look like that. like its gonna explode into toothpicks at the first use. why is there honey. why is the gold of his shield so bright. what is the rope on his shoulders for

i mean, who knows what goes on in the critrole art development process. my personal theory is that they continue to design these characters as personal ocs and not as official characters in a huge multimedia franchise, and their personal choices trump all, design considerations be damned. like, i cant really judge. i have the privilege to make whatever choices i want when drawing. i answer to no one. i could tell taliesin jaffe to go fuck himself. yknow. if i wanted to die

regardless, i dont hate everything about the lvl.20 design. i appreciate that it brought back his swirl-patterned pants, but the entire core of his design is so busy with shit that it becomes a problem

i tried to preserve cad's key aspects as much as i could in my redesign, as well as incorporate aspects i enjoyed most from each design. for example, i really like the idea of the goliath beetle armour in lvl.20 cad, but i tinted the black shell towards blue to match cad's signature teal green.

I also tried to create a palette consistent with his previous designs. teal should always be his primary colour, with pink being the most prominent accent. after that, anything thats analogous to those two is gravy. for real, i am begging critrole to at least keep consistent palettes, because this is a problem for most of their designs

my choice to include the red cords is inspired by the winter cad design as well as one of fjord's earlier designs (side note: most of fjord's designs are pretty great; he's the most consistently on-par)

i enjoy drawing aesthetic parallels between connected characters. on that note, the swirly jade earring is a gift from beau :3 because they're fun earring buddies

speaking of cad's winter design, the design sheet showed a lot of asian influence (thats mostly covered by the cloak) and i will take any excuse to add asian influence to a design. the first two tunics below were my main reference for my own tunic choice

the knots on the cords are specifically chinese knot art. the largest knot at his waist is a plate knot which can symbolize the cyclical nature of life and death, and the knot on his cape is a brocade knot which can symbolize (re)unity. i thought these concepts were in-line with cad's general philosophy and the wildmother's teachings. also, the brocade knot acts as his holy symbol with a crook-shaped pin woven through the cord. i really fuck with holy symbols being integrated into a design rather than just slapped on somewhere

lightning round design notes:

the fraying woven material is witch hair moss, which i imagine could be made very soft and warm. this is my version of the neutral-coloured flynet cape in the fourth design

i brought back the iconic pink lichen

i simplied the staff again. my way of visually portraying a growth in power is that the one wooden hand has transformed into many hands grasping the crystal, which is also a representation of cad widening his social circle and of the nein in general

cad curly hair and beard so important to me

cad wide nose so important to me

final note:

the pose i chose for caduceus was very intentional. while cad looks great in a power pose, i feel like it doesnt suit his character. his power isnt so confrontational. his power is quiet and gentle and humble and inevitable. he doesnt need to show off. he's just chilling. i love this dumb silly man

and for the record, while i consider cad to be the worst lvl.20 design, jester is a guaranteed second place. very tempted to redesign her as well, because mature-but-frilly pirate lolita is right up my alley

#cadeuces clay #character design #redesign #art tag #cr2

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years

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Maybe could you do one where az is confessing his feelings for you and is being a shy boy. maybe he gets like super nervous and like trips or something

Omg I love this!! Thank you so much for requesting, hope you like it!! <33

Azriel x Reader | Your Shy Boy

type: fluff warnings: none word count: 910

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“Oh, hello Y—shit!”

A loud thump sounding from behind you made you spin around. You were startled when you took in what had happened behind you. Wings spread wide, Azriel had face-planted the couch. What you did not know was that he had been so happy about seeing that you were finally back at the House of Wind he had practically run against the couch in the living room. He had not seen it—his whole focus had been on you.

Beforehand Cassian had ordered him to finally go to you to you and tell you how he feels about it. Azriel had been too shy in the past — he actually had had many chances, but he never found himself to be brave enough. Maybe now would be the time he would finally do it? Well, probably not after he had just made the biggest fool out of himself. You must think he was an idiot, the spymaster thought to himself.

Your eyes trailed over the fallen Illyrian male. A loud laugh ripped itself free and you immediately smacked your hands over your mouth. You didn’t want to laugh, but it was a sight for sore eyes. Normally there was never a hair out of place when it came to the Shadowsinger and now he just looked funny and slightly disheveled.

Azriel tipped his head back, looking up at you. A deep red colour filled his cheeks and he blew a few strands of hair out of his face.

Quickly you made your way over to him, still cackling though. “Oh gods, I am so sorry for laughing. Are you well?” you asked and extended your head to the fallen shadowsinger.

Azriel lifted himself onto his hands and dipped his chin. “Haven-ahm-haven’t seen the couch.”

You could only chuckle again when he hesitantly reached for your hand. You knew he did not immediately grab it because of his scars. So you made the final move and curled your fingers around his large hand, helping him get up.

“Are you hurt?”

Finally standing, Azriel took one step back, now blushing from his neck up to the top of his head. He started scratching his neck, his eyes trailing over your face. “Azriel? Are you hurt?” you asked again and stepped closer to him. You brought your hand up to his face, brushing your fingers over his cheek. “Your nose might bruise a bit,” you said calmly and Azriel now brought up his own hand. His palm touched the back of your hand for a split second and he drew in a sharp breath.

“You must think I am a complete fool, don’t you?”

You smiled and brushed your thumb over his cheek again. “Not at all. You tripped, that can happen to everyone. I am just worried that you might hurt yourself and won’t let it show now?”

Finally Azriel smiled as well — still it was rather tigh-lipped and tense. He barely noticeably shook his head, his eyes finally meeting yours—locking. For a long moment neither of you could avert your eyes. Something started to tingle and then glow inside of your chest. Could it be what you thought? Azriel was the one to interrupt the silence when he started to clear his throat. “There was actually something I wanted to tell you.”

Your smile turned broader and you bowed your head, waiting. Anticipation bubbled inside of you, hoping what he was going to tell you was what you had been waiting for for weeks. “Erm…yes, so what I wanted to tell you was,” —Azriel scratched his neck again— “that you have really nice hair. And eyes. And I like….I like your nose.”

You furrowed your brows, chuckling lightly and then thanked him. It had not been what you had expected and a tiny kernel of disappointment started to bloom in your chest. BUt it quickly vanished when he continued talking.

The red-ish colour of his fae turned now purple and the Shadowsinger blinked for a long moment. “Fuck, this sounded like I am a little boy. Holy gods, I like you, alright? I really, really like you, Y/N!” He had blurted it all out in the blink of an eye.

“You are beautiful on the in and outside. You a breathtaking and smart. Skilled and talented. And holy gods, I am falling so hard for you.” It was then that you closed the gap between the two of you. Your hands slid up his chest, coming to a rest on his shoulders.

“Finally,” you breathed, your lips hovering just an inch away from his. “Yes?” He did not give you an answer — kissed you instead. It was deep and passionate, his tongue sliding between your lips with an ease that left you breathless. Gone was the shy boy. Who was now kissing you was the tough Shadowsinger and Illyrian warrior who had the biggest wingspan. That thought made you giggle and you pulled away.

“I like you so much, Azriel. And you took so long to get it. But I couldn’t be happier now.” Azriel’s lips curled against yours, one hand sliding down to pinch your butt. Before you could scowl at him for doing that he kissed you again, walking you back to the couch before placing you on top of it.

tags: @juulle987 @marimorena06 @danikasthings @younxii @nightcourtwritings @mrofontaine @lunalilyf @whor-3-crux @tired-all-the-time @anni-was-here @ummmmmwat @azbracadabra @j-pendragonx @hollyismentallyillhelp @famousbasementpainter @bsenpai @lena-davina @red-highlady @thesugatoyourtae @azrielsbitxh

#azriel #azriel x reader #acotar x reader #azriel x you

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clowsvillesuckz · 11 months

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Newest Lego Set – The Enchanting Table!

Replicate the famous enchanting table area from hit server Area Unknown SMP! This set contains 3 Mini figs - Aimsey, Guqqie and Michela!

[Ramblings abt this below!!!]

OKAAY HOLLYYYY SHIT. So. I started working on this march 30th after I made a lego themed thing for my work! I made a lego version of our work like character person lmfao and i was like hm... this is super cool i kind of want to do my own project with this! So i thought ooo I can make either area unknown or maybe like soul swap! so I was watching michela and was like hai would you reckon AU or SS would be cooler in lego and she said probably area unknown and so then i set off designing the characters! I started with Guqqie’s first and did the jacket. I made it while watching the lego batman movie because its a baller movie... BUT ANYWAY YAS! So i started with the jacket. Because this was the first time I was doing this and really didn’t know how to go about recreating the lego look in terms of lines and stuff so i used 2 of the mecabricks like lego designs and mushed them together annd then from then on i kind of got a feel for everything and was able to design my own more effiencetly! Once i finished guqqie i moved on to to michela’s! and holy shit hers was a bit of a nightmare LMFAO. so i started with the hat because there was no actual bucket hat i used a top hat and then edited it to get the right shape before adding on the axolotl bits! the rest of the design was quite simple and then i went to the hair. GOD. okay so i used 2 mixed together and her bit at the front is actually a pony tail that i re-sculpted and meshed and it made me want to end it all a bit... I was going to add her jacket but i just didn’t know how and also valued my sanity a bit so i decided to Not do it. Before moving on to aimsey’s i actually did the build portion! and MY FUCKING GOD. okay so basically i couldn’t find flats for the minecraft textures that were HD enough so i decided to pixel by pixel recreate every single one! Every. Single One. All of the blocks are 16x16 i believe and i hand colour dropped everyone from shitty screenshots i found of the blocks. Mapping them in blender would seem easy! its just a bunch of cubes and rectangular prisms... but no No it was not. trying to lego ify it was even worse. so like i found a youtube vide that showed how to use geometry nodes to create the lego effect but it just didnt have the effect i wanted so i went ahead and did it by hand... and then i had to fucking RE MAP every block because it fucked it up... i only wanted to slightly end it all... and then finally i went back to aimseys design! you cant really tell but the arm cast is actually seperate to the arm! i duplicated the piece, scaled it up slightly removed a bunch of the bits and then used the solidify modifier and then mapped the bandage on it! I sculpted the horns form 2 circles and then just kind of deleted random bits for the broken one lmfao! once all that was done i rendered them all adding them illustrator where i designed the box and then brought THAT into blender to get renders of the box! I then added all 3 minifigs, the build And the box into 1 blender project to create a cool epic scene to show off the complete set! and thats how i did this!

#cleos graphic design #aimsey fanart #guqqie fanart #michela fanart #darkeyebrows fanart #area unknown #area unknown fanart #area unknown smp

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yb-four · 1 year

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BE VIGILANT. I LOVE YOU.

Shivers as a human! Design notes / process below the cut.

Electrochemistry / Visual Calculus / Composure

I did a lot of design work for this one! I wanted to incorporate ideas from the cloths that give shivers (sans heimdall shirt couldnt really make that one work) and the suzerainty flag, as well as the bow collector thought. i was also really fixated on the ideas of having the electric shock be shaped like the antler (from the resistance) as well as her having twin braids (came to me in a dream). I also wanted her to look a bit ragged, and have red hair similar to cuno & cunoesse because i like to think that the city is very in touch with them.

Ended up going with the (modified) fourth design with the fur from the coat, the short cape with colour from the flag but also shape from the rcm cloak, the scarf around the waist, and the bow collector as a charm hanging onto the strings holding the cape together. The last one didn't really show up very well in the final product, but it's a detail i really like.

(The designs are messy and on a lined bg bc I did them during class in a note taking app lmao)

Pose thumbnails! i set out thinking for sure i would be doing the top right one bc it just felt right to me, but i did more anyways and ended up with one that i liked more. goes to show that you should always try sketching out a few options!

lineart + colour test. i decided to change my usual lineart brush for a cleaner feel since i wanted to heavily render this one so that the city painting wouldnt look out of place, and boy was that a good idea. i also found a really nice brush set for painting and like. holy shit !! its so good. i went so hard on this piece partly bc the brush made painting feel really rewarding. I also learned about the models in csp and how to pose them while working on this piece! i learned a lot working on this and its probably the piece im most proud of.

#shout out to alex who lodged the thought of shivers being a nb lesbian into my head #de skills #disco elysium #disco elysium fanart #yb's shivers #yb's skill designs #my art #the shivers song is scarborough fair / canticle by simon & garfunkel btw

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blubushie · 18 days

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(this got long, sorry. I DID say you couldnt stop me, significantly less sorry about that.)

Okay first of all, the characters are stupid thin. Yeah, its a stylized artstyle, I can get behind that, cool, Vivzie’s gimmick is that her designs are fun and bouncy and remind you of DeviantArt, good for her. But a gimmick shouldnt get in the way of quality! Not every character has to be stick-straight thin! Beelzebub is a character from Hazbin Hotel’s spinoff, Helluva Boss. One aspect of her character is that she’s extremely skinny due to her stomach being a lava pit. Except.. She doesnt looks skinnier than the other characters! Because they all look like they can fit a grand total of half their nervous systems in those scrawny torsos! AND more on Beelzebub, she lives in a hive, she’s referred to as a ‘Queen Bee’, theres a lot of bee/insect/honey/motifs about her… and she’s a wolf. A bee-wolf hybrid, sure, but functionally a wolf. The thing is, insect anthros exists, and they look good, and if you had any sense while running a show, you’d either ditch the heavy insect motifs or learn how to draw a damn anthro bee. Angel Dusts body is as thing as his arms and the other characters don’t fare much better. The buff characters have a bad case of ‘skipping leg day’ just so Vivzie can give THEM toothpick waists too. Give me Asmodeus with stomach fat or give me death. Actually, give me 75% of the characters with more body fat or give me death. I say 75% because the skinniness isnt an inherently bad thing, the whole show is stylized so its pointless talking about fat ratios. The problem is that ALL THE FUCKING CHARACTERS ARE BUILT LIKE THIS. Second of all, theyre way too overbearing. Take Husker. Cool design. Nice and simple. Digging the overalls-- oh god why does he have wings. Why does his tail look like that. I guarantee you if you take away the wings and give him a normal cat tail, his design would be good. But for some reason they keep on adding more details, more giant huge additions, more weird accessories that SCREAM “emo preteen who pathologizes their kinda strict parents”. Sir Pentious, now! Like that he’s a snake and remains legless. LIke the pinstripes. Aaand his hat has its own face. Why? It detracts from the character’s facial expressions because now you’re looking at his damn hat for the facial expression changes. At least the eyes on his hood are just tiny pupils, but his hat has a fucking mouth too! But even so, the eyes on his hood are still distracting, especially since Sir Pentious’ head is so small in comparison. Thirdly, SO MUCH GODDAMN RED HOLY SHIT. Cool it with the fucking red. Please. We get that its hell. We can tell because a character swears every other words and pulls the ‘>:D’ face every damn second. You dont need to make everything red. Please just fucking stop it. Its nothing but eyestrain and takes away from good character designs when so much of their colours are just black and different shades of red. Characters like Vox, who is mostly blue, was genuinely such a relief even though he still had some red because FINALLY something wasnt red or a light hue of red. Heres the kicker, that 50k video of Verbalase being chased by Charlie had better colour schemes than THE SHOW ITSELF. It was OKAY TO LOOK AT. The colours didnt give me a headache for once. None of the main cast’s designs work together. Husker looks like a cartoon character. Charlie looks like a “Sans’ Girlfriend” persona. Vaggie looks like a fantasy rpg character. Alastor looks like someone’s 2 edgy 4 u serial killer oc. And none of them work together. DOUBLE kicker, one character has a nose that isnt a pointy, anime girl, miniscule thing, its a hooked nose. And she’s themed after the 1920s. And she’s fat. And she likes money-- its a fucking jewish stereotype.

You could make these designs so much better just by remedying ANY ONE of the points I made! Change the colours! Remove obstructive elements! Give them varied bodies! These designs only appeal to little kids cause theyre bright and move around a lot! But theyre functionally awful! There I said it. God.

Presented without comment (I have nothing to add cuz you said it all)

#blu whos #I'm not tagging the fandom purely for your sake

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polyhexian · 7 months

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Imagining jasper waking up having just cut off his own arm, tumbled into another dimension, and spent a week in a fever coma, waking up to this nice lady who had six traumatized kids show up on her doorstep and immediately made it her responsibility to protect them and keep them safe and take care of them. Including his extremely traumatized son. Wow yeah he very much be like Heart Eyes Emoji

But also just... Jasper waking up in the human realm. He's missing an arm. His recent illness has left him weak and exhausted. And there are six extremely curious children here now. Genre savvy Luz who has totally figured it out. She's told hunter but he can't believe it. No way. That's impossible.

But like... actual confrontation... the kids are all pressing him for details when Hunter walks in and everyone gets all quiet... and then we get the bit where he's just like... "Who ARE you?" And jasper says "someone who loves you." And it just clicks! Holy shit. Luz was right

And hunter is just like. Holy shit. You're my dad. And jasper sits up like absolutely not having expected him to even consider that and he just like. Stumbles weakly to his feet and he's like. "I... didn't raise you. I don't deserve that title." But Hunter is reeling in this revelation. "But you've been there since the start! That's why you always made sure no one but you fought me! Why you saved me those times! Why you wanted me to leave! Why you always asked shit like my favourite colour!"

And poor broken hearted jasper is just like... yeah. That's why.

And of course hunter is so overwhelmed he isn't going to be like omg I love you dad and cry it out! He has no idea WHAT to think! He starts breathing really fast and then just bolts into the basement and slams the door behind him and now Jasper and the kids are all standing there in total silence and jasper just... feels his heart breaking in his chest. Luz probably tries to cheer him up! It's Luz! That's her shtick! But like... How do you handle that? Jasper just. Sits down. Stares into the middle distance. Rolls over. Goes back to sleep

And so Hunter shows back up at like three am to wake him like. Why did you leave me. Why didn't you just take me away. Why did you let all that stuff happen to me. Why didn't you TELL me. Why did you let me think I was alone? And the overwhelming grief and heartbreak of being asked such questions! But broken, beaten, defeated jasper can finally say for the first time truly just. "I love you." To hunter who has never heard anyone say that to him before in his life...

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canonmisogynyvictimstournament · 8 months

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PROPAGANDA

KENDRA YOUNG (BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER/ANGEL THE SERIES) (CW: Racism)

1.) Kendra was shafted due to a combination of misogyny and racism. She is a Jamaican young woman who enters the narrative to serve as a foil for Buffy, the main character. Her backstory is one-dimensional and her personality is one-note. (Rather than exploring what it might be like to be a teenager growing up in Jamaica, facing the same Chosen One fate as Buffy in a different setting, they just made her robotically devoted to the idea of being a slayer with no other traits.) She exists purely as a comparison for one issue that Buffy is encountering during this time in the story. As soon as Buffy worked through this issue to the writer's satisfaction, Kendra was removed from the story (i.e., was killed by being outsmarted, hypnotized, and then executed by a villain). During her brief life, she was subjected to the trope that when two women are in the same story they have to hate each other and see each other as rivals, despite the fact that this makes so sense with either of their characterization. She is MUCH less fleshed out than the vast majority of other characters in the story and her narrative role is eventually replaced with a far more complexly written white woman (proving that they could have done all this interesting stuff with Kendra in the first place??? but chose to kill her off instead.)

2.) She was introduced as a foil to the protagonist and set up as being an important new addition to the cast whose very existence in the show completely altered the status quo and she had a really interesting dynamic with the protagonist and a compelling backstory and a lot of potential for some great character development and to provide a new point of view and there was just generally so much potential there AND THEN THEY KILLED HER OFF AFTER LIKE THREE EPISODES AND NEVER MENTIONED HER AGAIN. FUMING. (also she was like. the only major woman of colour on the show at least for the majority of the show's run. so y'know that fucking sucks)

anyway I think this post really sums up how badly she got screwed over:

3.) Okay, so I had more been considering her a victim of racism, but let's call it misogynoir. Aside from the sexist origin she shares with all the slayers - some men got together to imbue Woman with power against her will which they would then oversee and manage for their own purposes and according to their own interests- she has been trained for slaying from childhood and yet she is killed pretty quickly after entering the story for the purposes of a white girl's angst and character development (and in fact her character only exists for this purpose)… by a fingernail. A powerful, well-trained, competent and bad-ass girl is killed because she didn't lean back one inch further fast enough. IIRC there's also sexism and racism in the way she is portrayed as kind of naive about the normal world and Buffy has to show her how to be a normal teenager.

SYLVANAS WINDRUNNER (WARCRAFT) (CW: Suicide, Violation of Autonomy, Genocide)

1.) (cw: suicide, violation of autonomy, genocide) holy SHIT bro where do I even start. first she got brutally killed by a guy for?? getting in his way I guess?? defending her homeland???? and was raised into undeath as a banshee by him because apparently her crimes were so great that she had to suffer for eternity as a mindless slave instead of being allowed to die quickly. so. that's fun. she later regained her autonomy which was almost cool—almost. after they finally killed that guy she committed suicide by jumping off the side of a mountain only to find that what awaited her on the other side was, guess what? MORE SUFFERING. so her besties the valkyr brought her back from the dead and then she decided she wanted to? turn everyone undead? for reasons that are still beyond me? and they had her commit genocide for I don't even fucking know any more look I played world of warcraft for like half a decade and the writing doesn't make much more sense to me now than it did then I am just like. this entire series is agony it is "when women have trauma it makes them CUH-RAZY and EVIL" central it is a wonder to me that they managed to get ANYTHING right. god she deserved so much better for all the shit the narrative put her through and that's before even talking about how badly she was sexualised. I'm so tired

#polls #round 1 #week 2 #cw racism #cw suicide #cw violation of autonomy #cw genocide #new

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julietashton · 11 months

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it’s hard to be anywhere these days (when all i want is you) - five

part one. // part two. // part three. // part four.

five.

Sophia didn’t return for a whole month, and Peter’s despair grew.

She had always been hard to read. In that sense, she was unpredictable like Tony, but Tony was more emotional than the man himself would ever admit. Sophia, on the contrary, had a control of her emotions that made Peter absolutely clueless as to what she could be feeling.

Objectively, she cared about him—she had told him so. But what did that entail? Was she in love with him too or did she only see him as a friend? Had she broken off her engagement because of him? Had she kissed him because she loved him, or had it been an impulse she was regretting now? Was she avoiding Peter because he deserved it after everything he’d done or because she didn’t want him to get any strange ideas?

It was driving him insane, especially because, part of him, had already started imagining what it would be like for them to be together. He had never allowed himself to think about that before—it had always seemed impossible. But now, he’d gotten a taste of what it could be like, and he believed he would die if he spent another day without her.

“I’m throwing a party,” Tony commented as he observed the bots tidying up the workshop—or, really, making more of a mess of it.

He had finally decided to move back to his penthouse in the Upper East Side because ‘it was closer to Pepper’s work’ and ‘that hippie era of his life where he lived in a farm was over now that he was as recovered as he would ever be’.

Or that was what he’d told Peter. After what Sophia had said, he knew that he was doing it to be closer to Peter now that he was ‘done with his rebellious era’, as Tony also liked to call it.

It made him incredibly happy and cherished. He didn’t even try to hide his tears when Tony had told him he wasn’t moving to LA after all.

“A party?” Peter echoed, confused. “What for?”

“To christen the penthouse, of course.”

“But you’ve already lived here before.”

“Let’s start celebrating the little things in life, kid,” Tony said, rolling his eyes. “Besides, Pepper has remodelled the whole thing. It’s practically a new place.”

Peter couldn’t help but smile. “Okay. When is the party going to be?”

“Well, it’s just a fancy dinner.” Then, as an afterthought, he added: “Sophia’s coming too.”

His brain short-circuited. “What?”

Tony shrugged as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on him. Peter knew him too well not to have seen the devious glint in his eyes though.

“Shall I expect you and May too?” he asked instead, cocking an eyebrow the same way Sophia did.

Peter could only nod, his cheeks on fire.

***

Every superhero and/or enhanced being was there.

Iron Man. Thor. Captain America. The Falcon. Hawkeye. Doctor Strange. Quill. His fellow insect people, Ant-Man and the Wasp. The chick with the antennas. The Hulk—was he even still the Hulk? Didn’t matter. There were some Peter had never even heard of.

Even Miss Potts had come to fight, which had surprised him beyond belief, wearing a suit Peter hoped she would let him check out later—if they survived, that was.

After seeing her, he thought he’d seen everything and everyone—until the Valkyrie dropped him on the ground after taking the gauntlet and one of those gigantic monsters tried to cut him in half.

Except someone blasted it off before Peter could get hurt.

At first, he thought it was Pepper. The suit had a similar colour at first glance, and the shape was different than Tony’s, more feminine. When it landed at his feet—he was all sprawled out on the ground—and the helmet showed the person inside, Peter’s jaw dropped.

It was Sophia.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, widening his eyes. “He made you a suit?! That’s so freaking cool and—”

But Peter’s excitement died in his throat when he saw her expression.

He’d seen that expression before. It was similar to the one Tony had had when he’d seen Peter just a while ago—hope, disbelief, amazement, pain, sorrow; all in one look. Before opening the portal that took them off Titan, Doctor Strange had mentioned Thanos’ success in his genocidal plan and how they’d been dead for six months, but everything had happened too fast for him to process what that meant.

It hit him then. He’d been dead for six months and—thank God—Sophia hadn’t. She’d had to mourn him.

He took off his mask but, before he could say anything, Sophia jumped on him, hugging him tightly as her body shook.

“You’re back,” she sobbed, the sound coming out muffled by the way she was sinking her face on his neck. “You’re really back.”

She was still in her suit but that didn’t stop Peter from surrounding her with his arms, closing his eyes to tune out the mayhem and brutality of the battle and appreciate her presence. He breathed her in, his heart taking off at the feeling of her.

For him, it had only been two days since he’d last seen her, not six months, but it might as well have been. She had been in his mind all the time while he’d been on his spontaneous space quest, wondering if he would ever see her again.

“Yeah… yeah, I am. I’m here,” Peter mumbled, pressing his mouth on the crown of her head without thinking. “I’m sorry I couldn’t fight it.”

She let out another sob that also sounded like a laugh, hugging him even tighter. “Only you would apologise for dying.”

He smiled. “Well, I did keep you waiting for a while.”

Sophia drew away slightly, probably to get mad at him, but an explosion coming from nearby startled them.

“A LITTLE HELP, LOVEBIRDS?” The Falcon shouted as he flew over them, firing his whole arsenal like a madman.

Peter quickly put his mask back on; more to hide his blush than anything else. Sophia, on the other hand, rolled her eyes and blasted something off over Peter’s shoulder.

“I thought you were the bird here, pigeon,” she shouted back.

“What did you just call me, young lady?”

Sophia shot Peter a cheeky grin before her face was covered by her helmet and she took off to assist Sam.

“I can see those heart-eyes even with your mask on, Queens,” Captain America’s voice said through the intercom. “Get your arse over here.”

***

Peter had been avoiding people for over two years, so it was a bit overwhelming when he arrived with May at Tony’s penthouse and he found it so crowded.

Pepper and Happy were there. So was Colonel Rhodes and some of the Avengers, but he couldn’t really focus on anyone except on the girl he’d been missing for a month—the girl he’d been missing his whole life, actually.

Sophia looked breath-taking in a dark green dress, with her long hair down in natural waves and her huge eyes standing out even more because of the subtle make-up she was wearing. Her smile was blinding as she talked to people, and Peter felt a stab in his chest, wishing he could be on the receiving end of one of those smiles.

“We should go and say hi,” May said, giving him a pointed look before looking in Sophia’s direction.

Peter nodded, feeling like a small kid again as he followed behind his aunt with hunched shoulders.

“May!” Sophia exclaimed when she saw them approaching. Her eyes found Peter’s briefly and her smile faltered for a second before she plastered it back on. “I’m so glad you came!”

The two of them hugged as he stood there awkwardly.

“It’s so good to see you, sweetie.”

“You too. How are you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m as good as new.”

They started to chit-chat and exchange pleasantries, completely ignoring his presence, particularly Sophia.

“She was faking,” Peter blurted out because his social skills had never been the best. He blushed when both of them looked at him. “May did know who I was.”

His aunt bit back a smile as Sophia arched an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I know,” she dead-panned.

Peter blinked. “What? You did? But you said—” he trailed off, and realisation dawned on him. “You were only trying to make me go see her.”

She shrugged. “Yep, but it still didn’t work. I guess you only needed a near-death experience to make you realise you were being an idiot,” she bit with a sharp smile. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go say hi to the new arrivals.”

And with that, she shot May a smile and left without giving Peter another glance. He watched her go, motionless on his spot, his stomach churning unpleasantly.

“She hates me,” he whispered.

His aunt gave him a pity look. “She doesn’t hate you, sweetie. She’s just—angry. It’ll take time.”

“How much time?” he asked hopelessly.

“It’s proportional to how much you’ve screwed up—which isn’t exactly little,” his aunt tried to joke, but it didn’t help.

Pepper came over them, probably sensing Peter hadn’t been very welcomed by Sophia, and tried to smooth things down. Soon enough, however, Peter was forgotten again as May and Pepper began catching up, so he sneaked away from them.

Peter didn’t want to look so desperate or make her feel uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help but follow her around like a lost puppy. He kept his distance, never getting close enough to be in the same circle of people she was chatting with, but he was always around—and he could tell that it bothered her.

At first, Sophia was doing a wonderful job at pretending he didn’t exist, but as time passed and he didn’t relent, her eye began to twitch, and her shoulders tensed. By the time Tony called everyone to the huge fancy table he—well, Pepper—had set up and she found out that they would be sitting next to each other, her irritation was palpable.

However, dinner went by pleasantly. Mostly everyone participated in the conversation and the food was so good it kept everyone distracted. Besides, it was a time for celebration—things would never go back to being the same as they used to be, but they were finding peace and happiness in what they were rebuilding together after so much loss and pain.

Sophia was in a good mood. She was clearly happy to see her father doing so well and spending time with people he loved. But Peter could easily notice the three moments that drove her to explode—and they all had to do with him.

The first one was truly an accident. He noticed her glass was empty and he wanted to have a nice gesture, so he attempted to fill it with more wine. It was just bad timing he chose to do it at the exact same moment she went to reach for the bottle, making their hands brush.

It felt like touching a livewire; his whole body reacting to that simple touch as if it had been electrocuted. Sophia quickly drew away, the only sign that she had realised it had happened being the tight clench of her jaw.

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly.

She didn’t try to reach for her glass again.

The second moment was kind of his fault. He heard her phone vibrate before she felt it, so when she pulled it out to look at it under the table, Peter was already paying attention.

Brad, the ID caller said. With a heart emoji.

It was Peter who tensed then, albeit involuntarily, and she noticed him looking down at her phone as well. She declined the call and glared at him.

“Don’t be such a busybody,” she snapped under her breath.

He blushed but couldn’t find it in himself to let it go.

“I thought—I thought you’d broken it off,” Peter stuttered, conscious of how lame he sounded. “The engagement.”

She looked away, fixing her gaze on Rhodey, who was telling one of his anecdotes, even though it was clear she wasn’t really listening.

“Who told you that?”

Peter’s heart fell. “Tony and May. Were they wrong?”

She didn’t answer immediately, and he felt like he was choking, until:

“No,” she said quietly. “No, they weren’t wrong.”

“Then why was he calling you?” he insisted. “Are you—Are you still together?”

Sophia finally looked at him, her expression harsh. “That’s none of your business, Peter.”

He wanted to argue and say something like you made it my business when you kissed me, but he didn’t want her to get more mad. It wasn’t the right time or place to discuss it either, with Tony just two seats away and half of the Avengers sitting at the same table.

“Please,” he whispered instead. “Just say yes or no.”

He held her gaze with begging eyes and, ultimately, it was her who looked away again. She filled her glass with more wine and took a large sip before she obliged him.

“No,” she ground out.

He was so relieved he could have laughed hysterically, but he was already walking on a thin line. Even so, he couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on his face and she clearly noticed it.

“Stop talking to me,” Sophia bit, shooting him a glare. “You already have practice on that. Put it to good use.”

Peter ignored the jab, even if it hurt, and shook his head.

“No,” he said stubbornly and determinedly. “I’m not doing that any more.”

She huffed. “Until I get kidnapped or something and you make it all about you again.”

Ouch.

“You are too smart to get kidnapped,” Peter shrugged. “And I’m sure they would beg us to take you back in only a matter of hours. You’re a pain in the ass.”

Her eyes widened at his reply, not having expected it, which made him feel incredibly smug—especially when he caught her lips twitching, as if she wanted to smile but was trying hard not to.

The third moment happened later, while they were having dessert. It was brief and he had nothing to do with it, but it was the last straw. Sophia was, after all, known to be short-tempered.

“We should do this more often,” Sam commented. “When’s the wedding again?” he asked Sophia innocently.

“There’s not going to be a wedding,” she replied with a tight smile. “But what makes you think you would get invited to it anyway?”

“What?” Sam blinked, genuinely surprised. And, to Peter’s horror—or delight—, the Falcon looked at him. “Did you get cold feet or something?”

A silence so tense it could be cut with a knife fell on those nearby them. Sophia turned as white as Peter’s face was red. Bucky, who was sitting next to Sam, shook his head imperceptibly, as if his friend was a lost cause. Rhodey winced visibly and Bruce pretended to be enthralled by his cake. But it was Tony, out of all people, who raised the bet.

“Nah, I still have hopes for that wedding,” he said nonchalantly. “But in a few more years.”

Sam looked so confused that it was tempting for Peter to laugh and tease him the way he would have done in other circumstances. The fact that Tony had said something like that wasn’t to be taken lightly either, as one of his biggest concerns had always been the man’s reaction to Peter’s not-at-all-platonic feelings for his one and only precious daughter.

He looked at Sophia, but she was already throwing her napkin unceremoniously on the table and walking away.

It took Peter five whole seconds to hastily get up and follow her.

“What the fuck?” he heard Sam ask. “Will someone explain to me what’s going on?”

six.

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