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owliellder · 8 months

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The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x Painter f! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: You know how each president of the U.S. gets a painting at the end of their term? I'm thinking like that. Plus, my favorite hobby is recreating renaissance art, so I figured this was a good fit (hopefully).

Cross posted onto AO3

Session 1: The Sketches

It was late at night when Leon made his decision to retire fully.

He had gotten home over an hour ago from reviewing mountains of paperwork, most of which pertained to missions that other agents have gone on or will be going on.

Younger agents. More energized agents.

The fact that he hadn't gone on a full mission since San Francisco was driving him up the wall. But that's what he wanted. He requested to hang back the last two years.

Both Chris and Claire had fully retired themselves right after San Fran, Claire being the first to retire to focus on her growing family with Chris following suit only a few months later. Jill was still around, but she was doing similar work that Leon was, only she was in a completely different department which was states away.

Of course Leon still talked with them all as regularly as possible, he'd go insane if he didn't, especially with Claire having a couple kids now. He wasn't the greatest with children, but it was refreshing seeing his friends achieve such normalcy. He wanted them to have the best life they could away from everything.

Having turned 40 a few some months ago, Leon was having a bit of a mid-life crisis. The mission to San Francisco a couple years ago had made him realize just how much toll the job itself had taken on his body. After being assessed and allowed home a few nights after returning from the mission, his body ached; joints creaking, back nearly thrown, just... tired.

Don't get him wrong, he was always tired after missions, but this was different. This wasn't just the regular aches and pains he dealt with after being tossed around like a rag doll, this was age.

Deep in his mind, Leon was still that 21 year old boy in Raccoon City. He never got the chance to properly grieve and move on, his mind forever changed by that event. Mentally, he was stuck there and had been this entire time.

It had taken the man this long to truly recognize the fact that he's older now. He's not that boy from Raccoon City anymore. He hadn't been in a long time.

What was he do to now? Leon had wanted so badly to serve and protect the people, but not like this. Not like he has for the past 29 years.

He spent his most formative years fighting unimaginable horrors, watching people suffer, watching people die. You don't just come back from something like that.

And unlike the friends he's managed to keep close, Leon didn't have someone he trusted. Hell, he barely trusted himself most days.

So now here he was, sitting drunk in his shower with his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms resting atop his knees while the water pelted down on him, silently mulling over everything he's ever seen and done during his time as an agent.

The water had grown cold at this point, Leon having quickly lost track of how long he was sitting spaced out like that for. Thankfully, he'd already cleaned himself before he ended up sitting down, so the hardest part now was just standing back up to get himself back out.

It took him a couple more minutes before he finally hoisted himself up with a tired groan, both his knees popping from being stuck in position for such a lengthy amount of time.

Once out of the shower, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, Leon stared at himself in the mirror; busy studying the crow's feet on both outer corners of his eyes as well as the prominent bags sitting under them, the smile line around his mouth, his now brown hair, the stubble on his face and neck that's he's neglected to shave, and just how exhausted he looked.

How has he never noticed any of this before? Why's he look so different now?

Settling into bed after this brutal realization was a tough task. The man followed his nightly routine of taking four Tylenol and two of his prescription sleep meds before setting his a/c 65 degrees Fahrenheit. He learned quickly many years ago that tossing and turning at night would make him overheat and sweat.

But tonight, nothing Leon did could ease that sinking feeling in his chest, that feeling of unfulfillmemt and shame weighing on him more than ever before.

The poor man barely slept at all last night, hangover evident by the way he was still slightly uneven on his feet as he leaned over the center island in his kitchen, head between his forearms while his hands sat clasped together.

Leon knew what he had to do. He's been feeling it ever since Chris and Claire made their departure, but it was so easy to deny. How was he suppose to give up the one thing that made him important? Sure the stress of his work was heavily tasking on the mind and body, but it's what gave him purpose. He felt useful doing what he did.

The man showed up for work late that day, barely having managed to dress himself. He didn't know exactly who to go to in this scenario, but everyone seemed surprised that the Leon Kennedy would show up for work in some ratty t-shirt and grey sweatpants. The stares were making him incredibly uncomfortable and he was quickly regretting showing up at all.

After sitting in his own office for awhile to avoid the looks and whispers, Leon eventually sauntered over to his superior's office, an almost solemn look on his face as he let himself in after knocking.

Needless to say, Leon was relieved his superior knew this was coming. Slightly offended, but relieved nonetheless.

It had been a long time coming, and it was only a matter of time before Leon threw in the towel, especially since he was now just working behind the scenes instead of on the frontline.

He was allowed to return home for the rest of the day if he wanted to, which Leon quickly took. He really didn't want to be in that building for much longer.

As soon as he returned home he went right back to drinking. And as ashamed as he is to admit, he even cried a little, half empty whiskey bottle in one hand while the other was clenched tightly into a fist as he gripped the pant leg of his sweats.

There wasn't anyone Leon could talk to about this. Chris and Claire had their own respective partners to come home to after retirement, but Leon? Leon had nothing besides a dingy and cold two bedroom house with only the basics inside, including his alcohol cabinet.

The man didn't even give himself time to date, only the occasional one night stand with randoms from the bar. He was too afraid that he would endanger anyone he allowed into his life like that, not to mention he'd been betrayed one too many times to trust in someone that way again. It was his way of keeping himself and everyone else safe.

The therapists he was assigned throughout the years all had the same concern regarding his love life, and deep down Leon was just as concerned, but he rationalized it with that hero complex he developed.

But he just couldn't rationalize it anymore. Leon was alone. He was alone, sad, and afraid.

About a month after Leon's retirement was processed and announced, word spread quickly throughout numerous government branches. There was a celebration set up at the White House to honor his service as a field agent.

The President had separated him and Leon from the party to slowly walk through the many hallways in the building. The old man could tell just how bothered the now ex-agent was by his retirement, so he figured now would be the best time to talk to him about his final task.

"You know," The President spoke up after a couple minutes of the two walking in silence, prompting Leon to slowly turn his head to listen. "I'm sure you've heard it so many times tonight, but you truly were one of the best agents I've ever seen."

Leon chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit at the compliment. He had heard it a lot tonight, but obviously it was different coming from him.

"I'm serious. This county, probably the entire world, would've been in shambles if not for your hours spent." The President continued, slowing his walking to a stop.

"It means more than you know." Leon responded simply, voice a bit gravelly from the few drinks he's had. He took a couple steps more before stopping as well, turning around to face the prominent old man.

The President sighed, giving him a sympathetic smile while nodding. They stood in silence for a brief moment before the old man spoke up again, pointing lazily down the hall. "Follow me, I've got something I want to show you."

From there, the two wandered further down the halls until eventually reaching one hall that had lights more centered towards the walls, highlighting the picture frames that sat evenly spaced out amongst them.

Leon seemed a tad confused until he was able to focus on the first painting they walked by. He knew each president got a portrait painted after their full term was served, but the man in this painting wasn't a past president.

He stopped walking to stand in front of the painting, admiring the details it had before glancing down at the bottom of the elegant frame, a placard reading a name he didn't recognize. What he did recognize, though, was the word Agent that sat in front of the man's name.

While zoned into the placard, Leon didn't register the gentle hand that had been clasped on his shoulder, the President's voice breaking through his trance. "For as long as there's been bioweapons, we've had agents fighting to stop them. But only a few agents have truly outdone themselves. Agents like you."

Leon blinked a couple times before turning his head to look at the hand on his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. He wasn't quite understanding what he was saying.

The President took his silence as a cue to continue, his sympathetic smile turning into a happier one as he gently tugged Leon's shoulder to get him to start walking again. "The D.S.O. has produced some of the greatest agents since Benford created it back in 2011. You were amazing before, but you've outdone yourself time and time again."

Leon still wasn't quite understanding, really only half listening as he kept his eyes trained to the numerous portraits of agents as he slowly passed them.

The two stopped in front of the last painting in the hallway, only a few spots away from leading into another hallway. It was Chris and Claire in this painting. Chris was sitting down in a chair while Claire stood next to him, hand resting on back of it, both of them smiling.

He studied the painting for a minute longer before whipping his head around to face the President, who was still smiling, as the realization slowly settling in.

"I-" Leon struggling to speak, glancing back at the painting before quickly looking back at the old man standing next to him.

The President simply nodded his head, smile widening with a gentle laugh. "Right. The painting process takes a bit of time, but I think you've more than earned this."

The ex-agent had so many questions. Firstly, why hadn't Chris or Claire mentioned this? But more importantly, he gets to have his own portrait painted?

"The painter knows all about you. She's excited to meet you." The President started down the hall again, Leon not far behind, still stuttering out nonsense as he attempted to form even a sentence. "I'll give you the information you need to get started with her. I have it written down back in my office."

A painting?

A painting. A painting for him. A painting to honor him. What?

Leon was once again sat on his couch, blankly staring at the small business card with a date and time written on it in pen. He'd read the info on the card so many times already, wanting to make sure he got absolutely nothing wrong.

Apparently he didn't have to call and confirm, all he had to do was show up to this random address at a specific date and time, which was soon. In a couple days kind of soon. Also, he thought he was reading the time wrong, but no, it was four in the morning, not four in the afternoon. What an odd and rather inconvenient time.

Even after memorizing the business card front to back, Leon would be lying if he said he didn't forget about meeting up with this mystery painter. He'd been rather aloof the past couple months, it was hard to pull himself out of that funk. He'd been staying up late and sleeping in even later, so hitting snooze on his alarm a good few times was just muscle memory at this point.

It was almost 5am when he realized where he was suppose to be, eyes shooting open as he yanked himself out of bed, desperately trying to clean himself up enough to be at least presentable.

The man was mentally chastising himself the entire drive. It was a short drive, which he was surprised by, and the building seemed quaint; red brick with large windows that sat on what looked like either a second or third floor.

He parked his bike right near what he assumed was the main door, pulling off his motorcycle helmet before knocking and waiting.

The last thing Leon was expecting was you to unlock and open that door; young and pretty, so pretty...

"Mr. Kennedy?" You asked, eyebrows raised slightly with a small smile. He nodded, just barely noticeable, reaching a gloved hand up to wipe at his eyes as he caught himself staring.

Your smile only widened at his nod, stepping aside to allow him into walk in. It took him a minute to realize you were still talking, shaking his head out to refocus himself.

"-again, really, no need to worry about being late. I was trying to work with your schedule but I should've known it's changed up a bit by now, right?" You lead him up a set of narrow stairs, though he was mostly following the smell of your perfume. It was such a light smell but he definitely picked up on it.

You opened a door immediately to the left of the stairs, letting Leon follow you inside. The sun was just starting to rise, shining through the large windows in the open room.

The place was cluttered, yet organized. Crowded, but that just made it all the cozier to Leon. His house was bare and lacked any sort of personality, but this... this place was covered in you.

"I'm glad you like it in here." You said in a quiet voice, looking up at him as he took in your workspace. He was smiling ever so slightly, which you mimicked with a smile of your own. "I try to make it welcoming in here, my apartment is the same way.."

Your voice trailed off as you walked over to a mostly put together set up near the back of the room where the only wall without windows sat. There was a chair sitting close to the wall, the same chair Chris was sitting in for his portrait with Claire, along with your easel sitting empty a few feet away.

Leon stood frozen, only moving his head around as he took everything in. He followed you with his eyes as you fumbled around with something, eventually producing a blank 24" x 36" canvas that was still wrapped in thin plastic.

His mouth made an 'o' shape as he pulled himself from his small trance once again, beginning to slowly make his way over to the set up you've made. He placed his helmet down on the floor beside the chair.

After placing the canvas on the easel, you walked back over to where you'd gotten the canvas from before grabbing a heavily used sketchbook. It was a large one, the paper a light brown instead of white.

Leon had only just realized that there was a faint sound of some form of classical music playing from somewhere in the room, glancing around for speakers before looking back over at you.

"I'm not getting started today, we're a couple steps away from that, so don't worry about appearance just yet." You said softly with a breathy laugh, quickly making your way back over to where he stood next to the plush chair in your setup, his hand feeling over the worn maroon fabric.

Leon nodded silently, moving to sit down once you requested he did, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched you drag over a small table. You worked fast, that's for sure.

Eventually, you'd set up a little tabletop easel to sit on the table you'd dragged in front of him, grabbing your swivel chair to sit in as you placed your sketchbook on the easel, open to a blank page.

"I just need to get some basic ideas of your facial structure since that's most important when it comes to these kinds of paintings. You're gonna be wearing a nice tuxedo when I do the second- no, third sketch for the final painting, but this is just for me to get a feel for you and vise versa." You rambled quickly, pulling out a pencil from one of your pockets before fully sitting down on the chair, bringing your legs up to sit criss cross.

"Uh.. Alright..." Leon responded, clearing his throat a bit. He didn't really understand what you'd said, you spoke a little too fast for his tired brain to keep up, but it seemed like whatever you were doing was necessary so he just rolled with it.

He was left a little speechless again at how you just began sketching, glancing up to his face and down to the page you were working on over and over. "...do you need me to, I don't know, pose or something?"

The way you kept looking at him was making feel a little uneasy. Granted he's never been in this sort of situation before, this whole process was very unfamiliar to him.

"No, no. You can move your head around and stuff. Get comfortable." You waved off, eyes wrinkling as you smiled at him. Leon nodded again, deciding to take the opportunity to look around your workspace again.

It really was a cozy space. Full of color and life, even the curtains you had lining the windows offered so much pattern and detail to the room. The back of the room where the two of you sat was more cluttered with less decor, but the front of the room was a whole different story with those massive floor pillows, blankets of all sorts strewn about, that big fluffy looking area rug, it was all so... homey. It was even inspiring him to decorate his own house a bit.

The sound of your pencil scribbling on paper and the faint sound of the classical music playing was all Leon could hear for awhile, eventually letting out an anxious sigh before beginning to talk. "So... a painter, huh..?"

"Oh yeah, I've been doing this since I was little. Obviously I wasn't that good back then, but I really improved after high school." You immediately responded, voice a little louder than his. Clearly the topic excites you. "If you want, I can hand you one of my other sketchbooks to look at while I do my thing over here?"

Leon patted his hands against the arms of the chair before nodding to the side, pursing his lips slightly. "Mm, sure. Let's see what ya got.."

As soon as he agreed, you stood up and shuffled over to the corner of the room where some desks sat arranged in a makeshift cubicle. You opened a drawer and pulled out a couple sketchbooks, still as raggedy as the one you were using now.

Walking back over, you carefully handed them to him, which he slowly took after meeting your eyes for a brief moment.

Once you made your way back to your chair, he placed both sketchbooks into his lap, opening up the one on top first. The man flipped through them silently as you began to sketch him out again.

You'd zoned into your work, adding just a bit of shading to your sketches to help emphasis some features when Leon cleared his throat again. You leaned to the side to look at him, your smile quickly returning when you saw his baffled expression.

"These are... wow, okay, how old are you?" Leon asked, head jerking upwards to meet your gaze once more. You just giggled in response, using the pencil as a fidget before returning to sketching.

"Sorry-uh, I don't mean to come off as rude or anything, but to be honest, I was expecting you to be some old lady when I saw the portraits you've done." Leon was quick to try and explain, probably misinterpreting your lack of response for unease.

Your giggle turned to a small laugh, leaning to the side once more to look at the man. "Well, I'm glad I could surprise you a bit. Hopefully I don't look old."

Leon groaned and wiped his hand down his face. "Again, sorry. Didn't mean to imply." He shook his head and looked back down at the two sketchbooks sitting in his lap, continuing to flip through them.

It was only a couple hours until you decided you got a good enough feel for drawing his face. Grabbing the sketchbook, you stood up, pencil still in hand, looking down at the sketches you made as you slowly walked over to him.

The man noticed you standing up, quickly moving to close the sketchbooks you'd given him in favor of seeing your new sketches.

"I... I think this'll be enough today. I don't want to keep you too long." You said, handing him the sketchbook. Leon took it from you, careful not to smudge anything as he finally got to see what you've been doing for the past two hours.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he studied the sketches you'd made of his face, seeing all the different angles, even the smile, how'd you get his smile?

You seemed to grow nervous the longer he stared at your sketchbook in silence, his intense look making it seem as if he didn't really like them. "Are they... Are they okay?"

Leon jostled the sketchbook a bit in his hands before standing up, now towering over you as he kept his eyes on the paper. "Just okay? These are beyond amazing."

You let out a small breath you didn't notice you were holding, heat rushing to your cheeks as you smiled at his compliment. "Oh, thank you.. I'm sorry, normally sketches don't take this long but it was stressed to me that your portrait was very important so I wanted to get everything as perfect as I could.."

"Seriously, you're a mad woman if you think these wouldn't be good." Leon chuckled, handing the sketchbook back to you. He kept his eyes trained on you, even after you turned to look down and close the sketchbook. Only a fool would miss that blush on your cheeks, it looked good on you.

"Anyways, when should I come back for the next.. uh..." Leon paused, crossing his arms loosely as he struggled to think of the word.

Luckily, you finished the sentence for him. "Session. Again, this painting's importance was stressed to me a lot, so probably the next time you're available?" You talked while you shifted the small table back to where it had originally sat under one of the numerous windows, tossing the sketchbook down on the chair cushion.

"Alright, since it's importance has now been stressed to me as well, I can probably clear up some stuff in my schedule. How's tomorrow sound?" Obviously, Leon had a completely free schedule, but you didn't need to know that.

"Tomorrow works great! The sooner the better!" You laughed, placing a gentle hand on his bicep as you walked past him to grab a sticky note. "I'll give you my personal number, just let me know when you're thinking of coming over and I'll meet you here, okay?"

Leon looked at your number before pocketing the note, nodding his head with a smile of his own. "Sounds good. Same way out?" He pointed to the door that you brought him in through, bending down to pick up his motorcycle helmet right after.

You confirmed with a thumbs up, now drinking water from your water bottle as you'd forgotten too while focused on drawing. You felt bad for not offering him any water while he was here, but you won't forget next time.

The man gave you a curt wave before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind himself.

You had to admit, you've worked with a very small handful of agents since it takes a lot for them to earn their own portrait, but Leon Kennedy had to be the one of the most handsome men you've ever worked with. Maybe even one of the most handsome men you've ever seen.

Lucky you pay attention to detail, cause you definitely didn't see a ring on his finger.

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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year

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hi there! first off I'd like to say how much I love your stories! rare to see F/F in the Yautja fandom so l can't tell you how much I appreciate reading your Gawtin x femreader stories.

may I request an ask? a smutty one specifically ? I recall in one of your stories that Gawtin and reader mention having a strap on. Could we see Gawtin use it on the reader? Maybe the reader is ovulating (horny) and that really brings out the dominance/ service top in Gawtin. Especially with so many other male Yautja around it'd be so hot to see possessive Gawtin. Well, more than she usually is 😏

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Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x AFAB Reader

Warnings: very possessive Gawtin, protective Gawtin, light fighting between two Yautjas, biting, slightly pain kind (if you squint) because of biting, marking kink, use of strap on dildo, WLW, lesbian couple, blood licking, squirting, fingering, choking, multiple orgasms, size difference, size kink, overstimulation, cunnilingus, light aftercare.

Word Count: 3604

Summary: Yautja's have a keen sense of smell. It can be used to aid them in most terms, or to embarrass you. You don't know why it didn't hit you earlier when you're ovulating and everyone is staring at you. Someone decided to have the balls to approach you... he'll come to learn his lesson by a towering force.

Author Note: I love when people request for her. I wish there were more out there with female yautjas. But like my cousin once told me, if there's nothing out there, write about it. And that I did. Thank you for the ask as well. This fits her so well too!

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Ao3

This was probably a mistake. Almost every pair of eyes were stuck to your form, watching you sitting underneath a tree. The leaves and trunk offered you protection from the bearing, blazing sun that hung in Yautja Prime’s sky. It was the only way to be outside with your Yautja without being burnt to a crisp. Well, you could wear a protective layer of UV blocking clothing. It wouldn’t be the sun killing you then.

To ignore them the best you could, you bared down on the sketch book in your lap. The pencil you had twirled around your fingers as you tried to fix whatever was wrong with this drawing. Something didn’t look right, but you didn’t know what.

A dull pain twinged deep inside of your lower abdomen. You silently groaned and clenched your teeth in quiet protest. For one day, you wanted to enjoy the good weather. Though, everyone else in the town had the same thoughts as well. That wasn’t going to stop you. Nor would these stupid ovulating cramps. They were rare to occur, didn’t stop them though.

While all this happened in your little bubble, a male broke off from the group he had been in. Sweat and a thick layer of humidity clung to his scales as he made his way over to you. He couldn’t believe everyone else was just ignoring the sweet scent you were producing. If no one was going to try to gain your hand, then he would.

Oh, how oblivious he was as a newly blooded.

Before he had the chance to get into the shadow of the tree of you sat underneath of, something grasped the back of his shoulder straps and yanked him backwards. With the sudden move, the Yautja was forced to tumble and fall onto his rear. He still wasn’t given a movement to collect himself when a Bo staff shoved into his throat. A heavy foot landed on his chest and pushed what air he had left out.

The blazing sun was blocked out by a female he’s seen before around town. The light haloed her head, giving her a deadly look any female had. He gulped thickly and laid perfectly still on the ground. Nothing was going to make him move unless it was her.

Her weapon was further pressed into a vulnerable spot. It made him gag and choke for air that she barely allowed him to get. She leaned down. Long, thick, red tipped tresses tickling his chest when they touched. A predatory, throaty snarl ripped out of her with a claim.

If he didn’t feel as terrified of dying in this moment from her, he would’ve been so incredibly horny then. Instead, he watched her closely as she stayed above him, seconds away from either killing him or just teaching him a lesson.

One of her massive hands that dwarfed his own, snatched a mandible. The female pulled him up and forced his neck at an awkward, strained angle. “Ooman is mine!” she snapped and tugged on the mandible. For a moment, he believed she was going to break it off. The Yautja released her hold on him and stepped away. He finally was able to breath in a lungful of air.

The female walked over to the ooman and left him to his storm of thoughts. If all females were like this, he’ll need some time to prepare for the upcoming mating season. Paya, bless him.

After the first sound of commotion, you had watched the whole thing through. By God, she didn’t help your situation at all. The dirty thoughts that plagued your mind were an indication of what Gawtin does to you. She made it worse as she strode over to you, plucked you from the ground, and forced you to wrap your legs around her. Well, the best you could with how wide they were.

Gawtin threaded her fingers through your hair and pulled on the strands. Your throat was left to be completely exposed to her. Sharp teeth mindfully pierced the fragile skin that lined the column of your throat. The muscles that lined your legs clenched around you, hips accidentally jutting against her. Pleasure sparking to life.

Curse words were swirling inside of your head, unable to escape. Blood pooled into drops from the newly created wound. A pink, spilt tongue was quick to lick it up. Gawtin purred heavily at the taste and kept you exposed for her to steal more. As she did, her purple eyes found the male she had pinned earlier watching. Not a sound or a move was made as she just stared. The Yautja’s eyes darted away. He had learned his lesson.

This was her ooman.

A massive hand shoved you firmly against the edge of the counter. In reaction, you yelped at the sudden movement. Then, a sturdy body pressed into your backside and kept you trapped. Immediately, you knew who it was, felt the familiar heat roll of her form, heard a husky growl filling your ear.

It hadn’t been long after the two of you arrived back home. Gawtin had made a pit stop to good ol’ Bziut-ty’s and little Qui-oky had been dropped off. Bziut-ty had said something to her sister in Yautja. It was far too hush-hush for you to understand. You were also high strung after her display earlier. That hadn’t gone away as you stayed still for Gawtin as she had you pinned.

Embarrassingly enough, you felt yourself clench around nothing. More slick drenched your underwear. You felt the predator behind you tense, chest expanding to take in more air to smell you. Gawtin hunched over you and forced your body further up the counter.

The floor left the bottom of your feet. The edge of the tile counter bit into your waist yet not in an uncomfortable way.

Fingers curled into your waist band and pulled. One simple move tore your clothing from your body. They were thrown off to the side. That same hand grasped the back of your knee and tugged up that leg. Gawtin had your thigh pressed into your side, cunt more exposed for her.

Before continuing with you, she stood up. Barely a second passed and you were turning your head to see her undress herself. Every piece of clothing removed to expose her perfectly formed frame that has borne many children. A feat that had you swooning for her even more. So breathtaking.

A new thought entered your mind. It had you acting it out before Gawtin could pin you back down. Yet, the moment you started to shift around, a mighty hand was placed on your spine and had you restrained. “Gawtin, I want to see you,” you explained with a pathetic whine, filled with hunger for her. She was hesitant before removing her palm, fingers featherlight as they traveled down. They skimmed over the swell of your butt cheeks and fell away.

Now, with a new opportunity, you were able to twist around on the counter. Gawtin’s naked body stood before you in all of her glory, muscles twitching as she eyed you. Your eyes drifted down, admiring every mark and scar that decorated her. Until you noticed something that wasn’t part of her. You bit at your bottom lip and almost tore at the skin there.

Her bottom mandibles twitched before she lunged.

You groaned at the added weight she carefully placed upon your small frame. Gawtin was fit snug between your legs. The feel of something hard rubbed between your slick folds, coating itself for your benefit. Gawtin distracted you and nibbled on your shoulder. Scratches were created, red and irritated looking. You moaned and tilted your head back, exposing more to her in hopes she do more.

The move pulled on the newly clotted bite that she had created. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs around her waist.

“I will mark you up. So, no male will even think about getting close to you. You are my ooman. Mine to begin with. Mine to pauk. Mine to please. Mine to mark,” she stated with no room for arguing. Not that you would. What she had said was the truth. Gawtin licked a stripe up from the crook of your neck towards your chin. That’s where she let a lower mandible pressed into the sensitive skin there. Not yet piercing there.

“He could smell you. Smell your honeyed scent fill the air around you.” It took you a moment to process what she said and even longer to connect the dots. She had wanted you to go with her out there. Of course, you were more than willing to go.

She nipped particularly hard at the back of your neck. “Ah! Fuck… you wanted to t-tease them. DI-hm. Didn’t you?” you questioned but already knew the answer. An easy read about her.

A hand shimmed its way between your two bodies and cupped your breast. “What I wanted was to pin you down in front of that male and mate you. No one would dare get close to you again.” God, she was so hot when she talked like that. Your cunt throbbed emptily. In the moment, you would’ve probably let her. But you would have to test that when sober and horny.

Sharp nails teased your nipples. With Gawtin pressing her body into you, you couldn’t arch your back. You couldn’t handle it anymore. “Stop teasing me, Gawtin. I need you inside of me,” you demanded and squirmed underneath her.

Talons bit into the flesh around your breast. This time, her teeth sunk into your flesh and drew a pitiful cry from your lips. Both of your hands came to scratch down her back, leaving nothing in their wake.

Gawtin pulled back to admire her work and watched as red blood pooled at the new wound and dripped down on to the counter. The Yautja leaned back down licked along the marks. Iron met her tongue. She groaned from deep in her chest, eyes hooded over.

Your hands slid down to her hips where the harness rested and pulled. The predator didn’t more an inch. Yet, Gawtin’s gaze snapped to you, eyes pinned down on you. You knew she wouldn’t feel this. It didn’t stop you from grasping the thick, textured, long dildo attached to the harness. The silicone like material was slippery as you stroked it.

“You are a needy little ooman, are you not?” she whispered into your ear, tongue licking the shell. Gawtin let her right hand drift down the length of torso; nails scratching along the way, making you wiggle and writhe. She moved your hand out of the way before letting her two middle fingers tease your entrance. Your back muscles tensed as you tried to arch off of the tile counter with little luck.

With those same two digits, she pushed into you. The sound it made had you burying your face into her neck. She let you. Her fingers – claws dull – curled once about two inches in. The pleasure that sprung to life had you gasping harshly and biting more at your lip. Gawtin started up a sawing motion, slow and mindful. Every three thrusts, she would stop to press her fingertips into that spot. The coordination and speed had you whimpering and keening, hips jutting to meet her. With a simple shift of her body, she had you trapped. You had to turn to different methods.

“Faster,” you begged and forcefully clenched your muscles around her digits. Gawtin listened. Her speed doubled yet she still took time to play with your g-spot.

It took you some time to finally feel the pressure building inside of you. It almost felt like an orgasm but not. At this point, it was far too late to warn her of the enviable as it hit you full force. You tried to curl in on yourself and buried your face into her neck. Gawtin didn’t stop, she refused to. Her fingers solely focused on your g-spot now until you begged her to stop. She did.

You sagged into the counter, legs falling away from her sides and head resting on the tiles. Your eyes were heavily hooded over as you took a moment to breathe and gather your thoughts once more.

The Yautja above you pulled her hand from between your legs and lapped away at the sticky fluid that coated her fingers. You couldn’t help the whine that built up in your throat before biting once more at your lips. Gawtin leaned back down and placed her elbow back next to your head. “I know you smell divine when you are in heat but the taste… Paya, can’t save you from me.”

With that stated, Gawtin shifted her hips back. Her free arm snaked between your two bodies. The tip of the dildo pressed against your entrance for a moment. Then, she sinks it into you.

An overwhelming wave of emotions crashed into you. Your hands clawed at her back, not creating a mark. That didn’t stop Gawtin from pushing further and further into you. “You can take it, you’ve done it before,” Gawtin cooed softly into your ear. She went slow, careful. Every time she felt resistance, she pulled back to the tip and started all over again. Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as you panted heavily with whines and moans.

“Just a little more.” Then, Gawtin’s hips met yours in a soft clash. With that same free hand, she placed her palm below where your uterus would be and pushed with a bare fraction of her strength. Your muscles rippled down the length of the textured dildo pressing into your cervix. You couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping again. “How does that feel? Can you feel me deep inside of you?” she asked if you could coherently answer.

One look down at you was enough for Gawtin to pull her hips back, to the tip of the dildo and shoving it deep. You desperate, filthy noise released from your throat, echoing back down at you. And she didn’t stop. Deep, fast, and punishing.

Each slap of her hips created ripples down your thighs. Red skin appeared instantaneously with each stinging thrust. Gawtin, the goddess herself, had you singing her name in broken syllables. “Good! So good. Shit, I- You’re so deep!” you sobbed and babbled.

The texture was dragging across your g-spot with each move. Gawtin moved her hand to have a thumb resting on the hood of your clit. The pressure alone had your muscles throbbing. Then, she started to softly rub the callous pad of her thumb.

Fireworks exploding inside of you without warning. A scream entered the air and bared back down on you. But you were already deaf, white noise filling your ears. Nothing blocked your view of Gawtin hunched over you, mandibles twitching with unspoken words. Her tongue darting out quickly tasting the air. The next moment, her head darted down out of the corner of your sight. Pain pulsed in heady waves. Her hips still pounding into you without any indication of stopping, even as your high started to faded.

You weren’t given a moment to rest as Gawtin straightened her back to tower over you. Red coated her inner teeth. This freed up her other hand which was quick to wrap around your throat. It was the only thing keeping you from crashing into the wall behind you.

She continued to rub at your clit, keeping the same pace as before. Every few swipes though, she would press down hard. It sent a shockwave of pleasure up your spine and to the tips of your fingers and toes. You mewled, toes curling and knuckles turning white.

All you could see through the tears beginning to pool was someone passionate about you. Every slap of her hips had you blabbering for either more or for her to stop. In the moment, you couldn’t tell. And it didn’t matter. She was all you needed right now.

Your pussy was still throbbing from the earthshattering orgasm earlier when you felt the tall tale signs of another one. Words fumbled from your loose lips, unable to form anything worth listening to. In all honesty, she looked to be smirking down at you. Your hands – unable to reach for her – claws pathetically at the tiles underneath you. Nothing gave you purchase for what was soon to hit you worse than a planet.

The noises that pierced because of you grew in pitch again. Your chest heaved quicker and quicker, the air whistling from your nose. You were switching from breathing through your nose and mouth. Anyway to quiet your sounds just hare. Gawtin wasn’t having any of that. Why else would the window close by open?

The Yautja’s hand pinched the side of your neck tighter, restricting blood flow to your brain. All thoughts of staying a minute of modesty were thrown out and forgotten. Your sounds grew and grew with each pound of her powerful hips. She could feel how wet you were as it coated her waist and thighs thickly. She softly trilled at the knowledge she and the kitchen will smell like you for the days to come.

With all the signs of your end nearing, the massive alien leaned back down. “You are mine, ooman. Mine!” She emphasize with a few particularly hard and deep thrusts that rubbed perfectly against your g-spot. “Mine to pauk. Mine play with. Mine to care for! All. Pauk-de. Mine!”

As she saw your eyes permanently roll into the back of your head, she lunged once more. Her teeth harshly sink into your soft, malleable flesh. The sharp talons on the hand around your throat scratched and drew more blood. A mess to be cleaned up later.

You screamed out again, voice hoarser this time, cracking at times. All of your muscles contracting as you were hit with a breath taking, shockwave filled orgasm that touch you to your soul. Your hands were desperately claws at tough scales, doing little to even cause discomfort. The muscles that made up your cunt pulsed with each beat of your heart. So strong, it felt like you were on the verge of pushing her out of you. Or trying to pull her impossibly deeper inside of you.

Once the fall began to happen, your body went completely lax in her hold. Your arms were strewn out to your sides, legs hanging helplessly over the edge of the counter. It was only her keeping you up, from slipping to the floor in bile of a boneless body.

Gawtin kept snug inside of you and let the last of the aftershocks faded away. Afterwards, the soaked dildo was pulled free. You keened, body trembling. It dripped heavily with your sticky, thick fluids. Your goddess pulled at the harness until it became loose and tossed into the skin nearby. It would be cleaned, but she had more important things to worry about now.

Two strong, firm arms scooped up your thighs and threw them over her shoulders. You didn’t have even the energy to make a noise of question on what she was doing. Until her long tongue lick up between your rubbed raw folds. You cried out. A hand shaking as you reached out to claws desperately at her. You didn’t have enough strength and let it fall away, boneless.

That same tongue drifted over your clit and sent an overstimulation wave of pleasure throughout your body. Your hips squirmed. Gawtin kept a steel hold on your thighs and started to feast upon you.

Each swipe of her tongue had you pathetically crying out with tears staining your face. “This pussy is mine.” Lick. “Your ass is mine.” Another lick. “Your heart is mine.” Her tongue pushed into your soaked cunt to scoop out what she could get. “Your body is mine.” She dove into you again. The muscle rolled against your g-spot.

Fluid squirted out to cover the dome of her head. Gawtin snarled and plunged back into you with a passion you’ve never seen before. You continuous sobbed out incoherent words. She didn’t stop until you were licked clean.

She scooped you off of the counter and held you to her body protectively. One arm underneath your knees while the other was across your back. In this position, she carried you to the bedroom and set you down in the sea of pelts and blankets. All collected by her. For you.

Fingers danced over the cuts and bites that marred the skin on your shoulders and neck. You drew in a sharp breath with your eyes closed. Some of Gawtin’s tresses rested on your chest or rolled off of your body as she leaned down. Her tongue cleaned over the wounds before she pulled away a couple of minutes later.

Your eyes finally opened. A knowing look thrown carelessly up at her. Gawtin caressed your cheek with a thumb. “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken,” she determined.

An airy snort escaped you. You couldn’t your eyes rolling because of her. “I-I won’t ex-pect you to, love,” your voice cracked, dried and scratched from screaming. You attempted to swallow any saliva down to help.

“Good.” Gawtin stood up gracefully, as if she didn’t just pound you into next week. Her hips swayed as she strode away from you. Your eyes fully watching that naked ass jiggle with each step. God, you’re just as bad a man.

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yawnzzznnn · 6 months

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hi ! I’ve been wanting to request a sumin x reader one shot for a while but I haven’t got the inspiration , while I checked your song prompt list I saw Jk’s ICONIC song. Still with you. So here’s more context cuz my mind went CRAZy abt this. sumin and reader met in college , they both were in the same arts class , with their commun friend , Jinsik. Reader is an outgoing person , they (you can use any pronouns I don’t have preference ) are the type of person who isn’t scared to talk to new persons or to make new friends. And actually reader is quite popular for their bubbly personality too. So reader and Sumin met at their usual art class. Everything’s went well during the year and they grew closer and closer. Until prom. The party ended , and it was raining , everyone went back home , but sumin and reader. Sumin told reader about his and jinsik’s idols career and reader told about their career too , like reader is either a trainee under a big compagne like hybe or jype, up to you! And sumin’s thought are the lyrics ykkk

Time flew by and they don’t talk as much as they used to , if I may say they don’t talk at all lately. But they both are stuck in each other’s mind , so one rainy days , after a long time no see each others , they met. They both were walking alone in the rain , reader with an umbrella and sumin just walking , soaking wet from the rain. But when he met reader’s eyes all his thought vanished and he wasn’t thinking about anything but reader and his feeling for them

This kind of vibe yk! Like old lover type of stuff

you don’t have to follow what I wrote at all it’s just for u to see what I meant by that and the kind of vibe I want

anyways have a good day! Love !

♡︎보고 싶었어요 - Sumin♡︎

♡︎Title: I Miss You

♡︎Special Thanks Too: strawbe3rryyayy, Sumin, Xikers

♡︎Note: sorry this took so long I've been writing short formed story's since that's all I have time for so sorry if this seems rushed or anything of the sort, also remember I have a 25 days till Christmas prompt going on rn your free to request whatever prompt and whoever you want (EMF pump is a small box that puts off lots of energy used for ghost hunting)

♡︎TW: slight angst : cursing : gender not specified but I probably called reader a girl :

♡︎Prompt: Still With You - Jungkook

♡︎Words: 1011

♡︎Taglist: @eumppappasgrippers @mxlly143

You never took your popularity for granted, never joining the group of girls who think they're hot shit, taking everything with a grain of salt. You had a decent amount of friends. Always jumping to help others, always conversing in the halls during free time, a people-person, is what people would describe you as. A normal day in art, you and your good friend Jinsik were sitting and talking, “oh right, my friend Sumin is supposed to transfer today, he’s a lot like you, i think you'll like him” Jinsik said, sketching an eye on his paper. “Like me? You mimicked, looking up from your own paper, in response Jinsik nodded, “yeah, he's super friendly you’ll balance each other” Jinsik said, lifting his head to look at you.

“What makes you think I'm willing to get along with him?” you teased, Jinsik dead panned at you, a few small giggles left your mouth “ok sorry your friend sounds lovely” you giggled. Jinsik rolled his eyes, focusing back on the drawing in front of him, a few minutes later a group of kids called your name drawing your attention to them. Getting up you quickly walked to their table, sitting in the empty seat, giggles and laughter echoed from the table as you helped them with their work. “All I'm saying is if you want an A use black paper with a white pencil, the teacher eats it up” you giggled, the students laughing and listening. Almost 20 minutes later you made your way back to your desk, stopping to see a male with green hair in your seat. Putting on a huge smile as you made your way in front of your desk, the guy looked confused “told you someone sits there” Jinsik giggled.

“Dont worry about it, you can have my seat” you said quickly stopping him from standing “what's your name?” you asked, pulling a chair up sitting in front of him. “Sumin” the boy now known as Sumin giggled “what's yours?” Sumin asked tilting his head slightly to the side, “yn, nice to meet you Sumin” you giggled holding out your hand waiting for a hand shake, Sumin reached up shaking your hand energy raiding off him like an EMF pump. “Sorry for taking your seat” Sumin rubbed the back of his neck slightly embarrassed, “don't be it's fine you just wanted to sit next to your friend i understand” you giggled, Sumins eyes slightly lit up “your even kinder than Jinsik said!” Sumin giggled. 30 Minutes of you and Sumin talking and Jinsik being the third wheel later, the three of you made your way to the cafeteria, you and Sumin slightly ahead of Jinsik talking.

“damn , kinda feel like a third wheel..” Jinsik mumbled, you and Sumin bursted out laughing, the three of you sat at a table in the middle of everything, “do you normally sit here” Sumin asked, before you got a chance to answer Jinsik answered for you, “people like to come up and sit with us” Jinsik said getting comfortable in his seat, “they really need to put better seats in here” you mumbled shifting uncomfortably in your seat, Sumin and Jinsik hummed in agreement, you and Sumin started talking again, kids came and left, this routine went on for a year till the end of school.

“Yn i think you should go, it's the end of school for our whole lives.” Jinsik said laying on your bed, “yeah he’s right, it’ll be fun you won't even have to stay the whole night” Sumin said, “are you two working together now?” you giggled, after hours of convincing from both of your friends you agreed, “What y’all think about this one?” you said holding up an outfit, Jinsik scrunched his nose “too revealing” He said, Sumin sighed “you'll look great in it” Sumin said standing up holding the outfit out to see it properly, “your so weird” Jinsik said rolling on his stomach, Sumin slightly rolled his eyes, causing you too giggle. “Finally!” Jinsik said dramatically, standing up. “Woah…you look…” Sumin said trying to find the right words “ugly? Throw up? Death? Absurd? Disgusting?” you asked jokingly,“nono amazing!” Sumin said a faint blush forming on his face, Jinsik took notice of the faint blush, chuckling making his way out your bedroom door.

The party went just like you thought, slightly overwhelmed by the amount of noise, making your way outside breathing in the fresh air, you heard the door shut, “partied out?” Sumin jokes “overwhelmed too much noise” you giggled, Sumin nodded in response “we’ll still be friends after college right?” Sumin asked doubt falling on his face, “I hope so, we never know what the future has for us, so I can't confirm nor deny” you sighed, turning to face Sumin, you noticed people start leaving “id head home before the rain starts” a girl said passing by. You and Sumin walked home together.

Jinsik sent a text saying he had already arrived home. “It's just…yn look….me and Jinsik are in a boy group called Xikers…once collage ends tomorrow, we won't have as much freedom as we do now..” Sumin said, looking down at the ground, “Sumin..” you mumbled grabbing his attention “im a trainee..i understand” you said grabbing his hand reassuringly “a trainee?” Sumin questioned “yeah under hybe, so i wont have free time either but we can try thats all that matters” you said softly, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand.

That conversation was the last you'd have with Sumin, Jinsik old text left with a thumbs up from your end. That was until you and Sumin crossed paths 4 years later at Kcon “Although I'm standing still under the frozen sunset, I want to walk towards you one step at a time, Still with you, Dark room, no lights, I shouldn't get used to it, but I'm used to it again” Sumin thought to himself before making him way up to you, rebuilding the forgotten friendship, this time growing to something much more.

#x reader #xikers reactions #xikers imagines #x xikers #xikers x reader #xikers #xikers one shots #xikers sumin #xikers sumin x reader #sumin x reader #sumin one shots #sumin xikers #sumin imagine #xikers imagine #kpop x reader

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suiseisyojo · 2 years

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14 or 22 for izumi too!! (also maybe 19 for kuro (shhhhh))

〈gn!reader x sena izumi ♘〉

a/n: a little spicy near the end! thank you for requesting, i'll get to kuro soon!

send me a chara + kiss !!

14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

Flashing lights enveloped the small studio while bewitching fabrics spun and ruffled to the clicks of cameras. Izumi’s beguiling smile enthralled everyone present, his hallowed passion of posing for the photoshoot blinding.

Izumi looked so undeniably flawless that you nearly forgot the purpose of you watching in on this session.

Stuck in a nasty rut, you needed inspiration for a new design—and who better to examine then Izumi, the stylish idol who practically demanded you accompany him for the day if you truly had nothing better to do with yourself?

You had been neglecting him recently, so you agreed to his proposal. Still, Izumi truly was beautiful. It was only natural that the pencil tucked between your fingers gradually started sketching his form.

Izumi’s professionalism and vocation made the shoot end right on time, unsurprisingly. “Here, Izumi-san, your favorite mineral water,” you chirped as he approached you, your sketchbook already shut and stuffed back in your bag.

Clearly pleased with your attentiveness, Izumi accepted the bottle and brought it to his breathless lips. “Such a good producer, aren’t you?” And the way your cheeks subtly glowed from joy didn’t go unnoticed by him either. “So, did you manage to draw anything?”

“I did!” you nodded fervently, “You were stunning again today, it was hard not to get lost in it.”

That earnesty of yours honestly made Izumi want to spoil you. If he could just lean down and capture your lips, it would be the perfect ending—but of course he couldn’t do it where everyone can see. You better be prepared for the moment you two do end up alone, he’lll shower you in more intimate praises.

“Well, let me see,” Izumi said, extending his hand with an impatient look on his face.

“Huh?!” You weren’t expecting him to ask to see them!

Izumi’s eyebrow twitched before they furrowed together in ire. “What do you mean ‘huh’?! I’m the model, aren’t I? I’m entitled to see it!”

As Izumi’s hands darted towards your bag, your precious sketchbook just peeking out enough to tantalize him, you panicked and attempted jumping back and twisting away from him. “I-I can’t show you! Please understand, Izumi-san!” you shrieked, beads of sweat accumulating on your countenance.

“Why not? Soo~oo annoying!” Izumi’s indignation was potent as the two of you wrestled with your bag, him not knowing the reason for your acute bashfulness. There was an embarrassing amount of detail in your sketches, and it was something you couldn’t bear to readily show off.

“Izumi-san, my bag will break at this rate—!” Just as you were about to plead for forgiveness and mercy, the piercing sound of fabric tearing resounded and stupified the two of you. The strap on your bag snapped, causing it to fall off your shoulder and plummet to the ground in a heap.

Izumi’s complexion blanched, tinges of guilt pervading across his mien. Obviously he never intended to damage your bag, and looking at the quiet devastation in your eyes only exacerbated his sense of responsibility.

Heaving a sigh, Izumi delicately picked your bag up and cradled it on his arm. “Come here,” he curtly whispered, no apology leaving his mouth as his free hand seized up your own. He promptly begun guiding you to the closest unoccupied dressing room.

After having made sure the coast was clear, Izumi brought you both inside and locked the door behind him. At this point you still hadn’t uttered a word, and Izumi was perplexed as to what was going through your mind.

“There’s a sewing kit somewhere in here,” Izumi declared, pushing you down into sitting on a chair and placing your bag gently on your lap, “I’ll find it and fix your bag right up. It won’t take long.”

Even if Izumi hadn’t apologized for the accident, you understood that he rushed the two of you here in order to make it up to you. You really… weren’t upset that your bag had broken, instead what inhabited your mind was anxiety and regret.

“I-It’s really okay, Izumi-san,” you stammered, wanting to ameliorate the situation, “I’m not sad that it broke! Actually, I…”

Fishing out the diminutive sewing kit meant for small patches and stitches from one of the drawers, Izumi fixated his gaze onto you as you fiddled with your bag. “Don’t say that, I’m going to fix it,” he chided you. Don’t be ridiculous, he’s not going to abandon the damage he helped cause.

“I’m sorry, Izumi-san,” the wisp of an apology softly descended from your quivering lips.

Flummox and anger interlocked onto Izumi’s face—why were you apologizing? It upset him that you’d even consider yourself to be in the wrong in this situation. He propped himself down onto a knee to match your height, asking, “What are you talking about, [Nickname]?”

“I promise I trust you! I really do! I was just so, so embarrassed about my drawings,” you babbled on, the rush of emotion causing your voice to waver on the edge of crying. You didn’t feel like crying, it’s just that you felt absolutely strongly about this. And you started to rue how you were acting when Izumi’s tone dropped earlier, questioning if he thought you didn’t have faith in him.

You were full of surprises, weren’t you? A proper producer who thinks of their idols first and foremost.

“That’s not something you need to worry about, I know,” Izumi reassured you as a hand came up to cup your cheek. His thumb glided over your smooth skin, luxuriating in how heat permeated under his fingertips. “My teasing went too far earlier. I’ll make it up to you.”

Izumi’s slender stature extended upwards until he could graze his lips against yours. Despite the unstable thrumming of your heart in your chest, your eyes fluttered shut—anticipating with bated breaths for the second your lips connect.

Watching your demure and adorable face light up only worsened Izumi’s longing, and he didn’t squander another second. His lips pressed against yours, the fingers cupping your cheek shifting to move into your hair.

Bursts of delight skated over your insides in short, rapid succession as you entwined your arms around Izumi’s neck; you were desperate for more of his kisses, and he was ecstatic to give into your cheeky little demands.

“More, Izumi-san… I haven’t… forgiven you yet,” you gasped between feverish kisses, allowing Izumi to discard your bag back onto the floor rather than your lap. While your lips were still connecting, Izumi pulled you up from the chair before swiftly switching your positions.

Izumi plopped down into the chair before helping you up to straddle him, your chests pinned together as his arms embraced you. Like a perfect pirouette, Izumi controlled where the warmth danced around inside you.

You were absolutely charming like this, pliable and needy for his attention. “I’ll take care of you, just don’t let go,” Izumi breathed, fingers delving under your shirt to trace ardently along the flushed skin of your bare back.

As his tongue darted out, neither of you had noticed that your sketchbook had sprawled out of your bag and revealed the very personal drawings you were so adamant about hiding. And you were so lost, you couldn’t find yourself to care.

#c: sena izumi #sena izumi x reader #x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #prns: they/them #gn reader #drabbles #kiss meme #enstars

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 23 days

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When thinking of your trademark in your writing, I think it is the way you go into details and paint a picture for the mind's eye. The way you balance descriptive imaginations and realistic detailing is just very captivating.

Your art has a funky loose feel to the lining that just feels fitting to the enigma that is your brain, too full to truly poor it all out onto the paper no matter how hard you try. But boi do we love the attempts that give us any slightest peek into that brilliant mind of yours.

You clearly don't draw or write without thinking it over thoroughly.

Bwaaaaaaaa

Thank u! that's super sweet of you to say.

I do tend to overthink a lot of things.

I'm not very good at making like... Outlines or roughs of poses. I very rarely make base outlines, like I usually just start drawing and the rough sketch becomes the final lineart. So I often rely super heavily on references when I draw. For some reason over my 28 plus years of drawing, I never really gotten a grasp on how the torso, legs and fingers all really connect and form one entity. I know I could try with enough discipline and practice, as art is a skill. So I have this weird blend of like... Super confident lines, but not knowing how a torso, shoulders and legs connect which make a really interesting balance, and leads to things like this:

Like I can always see the framework of what I want, especially when little reference is used, but it really seems like nothing connects. Like the understanding of SHAPES is there, but not the understanding of how they are coherent together, if that makes sense? And you can kinda see that in my more high profile art, but I feel there was a period where It did click and I understood how it all connected but I forgot it all.

Like at some point, with these two, (rest in peace. the ship tag has not been updated since I left the naruto fandom) around 2019 I was getting it! Like I felt I was really getting it, Like I MADE THESE!!!! but then I kinda forgot it all. Like I still didn't use a base outline for these and did rely on heavy references, but I feel I was getting a grasp on shading and autonomy and how the human body works and fits together. And then it... Just kinda vanished from my brain, and I regressed to a more chibi simple art style. Either because it was easier, or because I was experiencing more chronic pain in my back and hand.

At the end of the day, I think my art style regressed a lot due to lack of practice, and lack of encouragement from outside sources besides the internet likes and reblogs like RL friends or Family. That, and I feel my attention span and patience for things has just gotten worse as I've gotten older. I'm guessing my Dad's death had a lot to do with that. As, I am over the loss of my Dad as a person. but mentally, I am not over coming the fact that mortality is very fleeting. You think I would spend most of my time living life to the fullest. But that isn't the case. I kinda feel like I've been stuck in that "What is the point of anything if anyone can die suddenly without warning for any reason" Stage of grief that I have NEVER really got over.

Needless to say my Dad suddenly dying with no warning due to a ruptured aurora was just something everyone was unprepared for. He wasn't sick from an illness, no one knew he was in poor health. It wasn't even a car accident. Like he just suddenly died cus part of his heart exploded essentially.

I mean, I know I rarely talk about it, other then mentioning "My Dad died Eight years ago. Haha I'm over it tho, it was awhile ago"

And, While I think I'm over it in the sense with, I'm at peace with always missing him a little bit, and don't think about him constantly... I'm not over it in the sense of how fragile mortality is and how it can be taken away. For no just cause or reason.

I guess I'm over it, in that I'm over that my Dad, the person is dead. I am NOT over the fact of HOW he died. And I think it'll be a long time till I cross that hurtle.

And yeah, that's a heavy part of life, that we all get old and die one day, but some people don't even get to grow old. you think it would make me more.... "make time with what you have, enjoy what you like."

but if anything, it makes me more fearful in "what is the point of doing anything if I were to die tomorrow, what have I done. Folks will miss me, sure. But I will still be gone." So then I just end up doing nothing for long periods of time, and that's mostly why my art skills suffer because I don't see the point of doing a discipline or working towards any goal whatsoever. And I'm just going through the motions. And yeah, sometimes, I will be super productive and be happy and do a lot of things for a bit, but they're always short lived moments and it's hard to stick to things.

Looool sorry if that's all just too heavy.

Oh, if this sounds too complaining... Or "pity party. Woe is me, Dana is Depressed again" ahahahah. Like, that's not the point of this. I mean, it's my blog and I can talk about my feelings I guess, and I feel that Depression, even before my Dad's death impacted my art journey. So I'm still trying to struggle to remain consistent in my endeavors.

Or I could just be lazy. XD That too. XD

Anyways... Moving on in terms of my writing style, that's very nice of you to say.

I am a deep appreciator of inner monologues if it wasn't obvious. I like to dissect what characters are thinking and I sometimes feel I overdo it, and justify every single action and breath they take by getting so close in their own head that there's hardly any breathing room for error.

But I just write how I tend to think in terms of Overthinking, so I don't think I've ever written a character from a close third person (or first person) perspective that hasn't overthought every action before they speak.

But usually within the context of the story, their inner monologue spanning 20 pages actually takes place in the span of less then a few seconds.

I don't think I could write from Bob's POV if I tried. He's a man of action rather then overthinking. And if I held his hand as a third person narrator, he would sho me off and do his own thing gladly without my interference. XD

Anyways. Didn't mean to get so venty on this ask.

Thank you so much for the lovely compliment. Also some insight into my process I guess. XD

#danachan's rants #danachan's asks #vent #mild vent #family death #danachan's art

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magentagalaxies · 10 months

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the lowest show: final thoughts

very good show!!! tbh there wasn't actually a ton of buddy (there was a buddy monologue in an early version that was cut before this run that was recorded but was later used in a different show i've already seen, and the only other buddy cole thing was the encore) but what little buddy cole there was is super important to buddy cole history

i'm also very happy to have the full show beyond just the buddy bit bc like all the other sketches were great and also very fascinating. like even if i don't use much of this material in the doc it was still enjoyable to watch, and tbh even the non-buddy stuff might be covered in the doc bc one of the most interesting things about scott thompson's work to me is how exceedingly personal he gets in his comedy while still being fucking hilarious

many of these sketches made later appearances on scott's podcast ptsdiva which is where i'd already heard them (the fran monologue, the danny husk monologue, scott's grief counselor character rebecca, etc.) fran's monologue was also featured on buddy cole's blog "ewe" in 2007 and danny husks's monologue was in the kids in the hall tour of duty in 2002.

in particular the danny husk monologue has this strange little variation in it across the three different versions. if you haven't seen this monologue, the premise is that danny husk is a vice principal who accidentally thwarts a school shooting that's about to happen. in the 2001 lowest show version, the school danny works at is the school scott attended as a teenager and the shooter is identified by name as the same boy who committed the shooting scott was in. scott has previously said in interviews that he does not like repeating this boy's name since the event haunted him for so long, so this definitely stuck out especially since i've heard the monologue before, so i had to check it against the other versions. in the 2002 tour of duty version, the school is changed to "woodland heights" and the shooter's last name is changed though his first name is not. in the 2019 ptsdiva version, the school is changed again to "william crabtree high" and the shooter's full name is never stated, though one line refers to him with the same first name that's been consistent throughout. i would have never picked up on the first name similarity if not for the more overt reference in 2001, so idk this is kind of a fascinating evolution i definitely want to find out the reason behind it

in any case i think that danny husk monologue was the best sketch in the show. like even though i'd heard it before it's so well written and such a good example of balancing the darkness and the humor that scott's work is known for

however, i think my favorite was the francesca fiore sketch. like, i don't even think the jokes themselves were top tier, but i'm just obsessed with how much scott threw himself into that performance it was such a vibe. like this was the one moment in the whole show that made me genuinely envious of everyone who got to see this show live. also there's a song in this sketch and of course as the certified number one mouth congress fan i have to be a fan of every time scott gets to sing

the buddy cole sketch is just a pure fever dream lmao. if you have not heard the infamous story of buddy cole's sketch in the lowest show on earth, basically it has buddy declaring that he's already done everything and seen everything so there's nothing more to explore... except he's never had sex with a woman! so a nude woman comes out onstage and (with her consent) buddy cole goes on an exploration of the female form. scott actually got arrested at a few shows for public indecency during this bit even tho the woman was fully consenting and the audience was aware of this content ahead of time

i would rank all the sketches but tbh i wasn't even thinking about that when i watched it so i'd inevitably leave something out. maybe someday

anyway watching this show got me thinking i wonder if i can convince scott and paul to make some of these vaulted shows publicly available at some point. like idk if this would be allowed on youtube (nudity, language, etc.) but like. maybe we can make one of the tiers on the crowdfunding campaign for the buddy cole doc have a reward where donors can download the lowest show, champagne soul (which i still haven't watched), scottland, etc. no guarantees on if it will be able to make this accessible but like you better believe i'm trying lmao

it's currently 2 a.m. and i really need to sleep but my last thought is damn i wish scott thompson knew how much thought i'm putting into his show from two decades ago that may as well have been lost media in the public eye. like scott gets surprised at me just caring a normal amount about the stuff he makes but i'm like???? this is just the beginning. idk maybe i'll reach out to him once i finish all the other archive videos with my main thoughts

#kids in the hall #scott thompson #kith #buddy cole

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Had the idea of a TCM vampire AU stuck in my head for quite some time now, and while I've got a fic blocked out for it and will probably draw some sketches for it soon, I wanna work on other stuff at the moment, so under the read more is a collection of ideas I've had for it that I'm throwing into the nether.

Sawyer Colony

Grandpa-

Literal 1000 year old vampire

Supposedly super powerful (younger Sawyers hype him up so much)

Not very active (for now)

Passes on vampirism to other Sawyers either genetically or by biting them "when the time is right"

Nubbins-

Born human, turned by Grandpa when he was pretty young bc he fell off the roof of their house and almost died

Super proud of this fact ("I'm g-grandpa's favorite!")

Survives getting hit by truck bc vehicular manslaughter can't really kill a vampire lol

Chop Top-

Born human as well, turned by Grandpa before he went to Vietnam "just in case"

Good call, he took a swinging mace straight to the forehead, would have died if not turned

Really enjoys taking part in human life/ music/ just hanging out with humans he doesn't plan to eat. Nubbins will do it with him, but isn't really social otherwise.

Drayton-

Hasn't actually been turned as of the start of story

Incredibly salty about this fact, is a dick to brothers in part bc of this, and is way meaner when he's been worrying about his own mortality/ potentially never getting turned

Started selling human meat as a side hustle to get rid of all the bodies his vampire brothers brought home.

Very anti-social and disconnected from his humanity despite being a human much longer than his brothers.

Bubba -

Only Sawyer brother born a vampire

Was his parents' pride and joy bc of this.

Parents didn't leave, ended up killed. Long story lol

Really wants to socialize with humans/ the outside world, but brothers have convinced him he can't.

Does self-expression (masks + little outfits + makeup + hair), listening to radio, and watching movies to simulate interaction he craves.

Vampire Hunters

Lefty-

Usual obsessive Lefty things.

Got fired from job bc he was constantly pursing vampires.

Only person who believed Sally when she reported vampires killed her friends.

Dying of heatstroke at all times bc he wears a turtleneck everywhere

more scared of being bitten/ turned than he is of dying (fairly confident vampires don't have souls/ can't go to heaven, and so being bitten = L + Ratio + ruined soul + no place in God's kingdom)

Stretch-

Got dragged into this the usual way (though a little different)

Overall the most successful hunter. (Don't worry about that lol)

Confident she can bring an end to the vampire colony and avenge those they've lost.

Only vampire hunter to actually work with all the other hunters at some point. (Don't worry about that either)

LG-

Stretch's emotional support

Has no idea how tf to deal with vampires

Beats the shit out of them in bat form with a stop sign stolen from their lair (not effective but kind of funny to watch)

Mad as hell at Lefty for dragging them into this

Sally-

In psych hospital after talking about vampires killing her friends/ brother

Gets out of hospital after accepting the "truth" that vampires aren't real.

Trying to live her best life when dragged back into vampire nonsense by Lefty.

Has a service dog named Leo who helps with mental health symptoms and later with smelling/detecting vampire bats (they're stealthy little bastards)

Determined to avenge brother/ get her uncle out of the huge mess he's made

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Been working on vampire lore and making sure it all adds up. Currently they can turn into bats bc that's fun, and only the very old/ powerful vampires like Grandpa are weak to sunlight. Also a bite anywhere on the body can turn someone if they're not killed, so the Sawyers mostly cut people and lap up the blood, kind of like real vampire bats.

Also Franklin isn't on either list but he's going to be uuhhhh involved so to speak

#tcm #tcm vampire au #a lot of characters i could tag but im eeby and neeby to sleeby #if/when i make more stuff for this ill tag them when theyre relavent

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fleverian · 2 years

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New group of characters! I had some of these designs sitting around for a while, because there were parts I didn’t know how to draw. I ended up just doing sketches of those desings (which are the last three, I’m just not very good at creature design)

Some of these drawings have been sitting around for nearly a year and I had to make a few changes to them because the proportions and hands and stuff looked even more off than they usually do. The ones with the thicker lines are the older ones.

I almost forgot what the whole story was with these three. I think I remember most of it though. I think I took a lot of inspiration from Gravity Falls and It.

Penny and Melody live in a very small town, it’s in a valley surrounded by mountains. Melody has lived there her whole life and Penny moved there when she was younger. I haven’t really figured out their family lives and backstories completely. Melody has a really big family with lots of siblings. Penny is an only child. Melody is loud and outgoing and adventurous while Penny is a shy and quiet book worm type.

Penny’s family moved to the town for a reason that will be important to her character, but I haven’t decided on that reason yet. They meet soon after Penny moves to town and become fast friends. Melody enjoys Penny’s company because it’s nice to be around someone’s who’s calm and actually listens to her. Melody has so many siblings she often feels overlooked and talked over. And Penny has such vastly different interests than most people in town she finds it exciting to talk to her.

Penny doesn’t make friends easily, Melody is basically the only friend she made since moving to town years ago. Penny is a genius but she’s too shy to talk to most people. When she tries to talk to people her age she’s often made fun of because they think she’s just trying to sound smart. She became friends with Melody because they met at a young age and Melody was the one who initiated the conversation. Melody actually loves to hear her talk about her interests (which is science or something smart idk) even if she doesn’t understand a lot of it.

The problem is Melody makes friends very easly. While none of them are as close to her as Penny, she’s still very social and gets along with people. Penny is always afraid she’s going to lose her or they’ll drift apart, which ends up leading to jealousy sometimes. And Melody isn’t great with emotions, while she’s loyal and loves her friends she often doesn’t pick up on the more subtle things and doesn’t realize if someone is upset. She very much lives in the moment and doesn’t put much thought into the future. Penny on the other hand worries a lot, she often looks too much into what people say and often derives meaning where there is none. She’s always worried she’ll lose her friendship with Melody because of something she said or did. She’s just very self concious and is always afraid she might come off as annoying in some way.

Melody would never think ill of her or consider her annoying and never realizes Penny is so worried about these things.

One day during summer they are exploring the woods, there’s not much else to do around town. They end up wandering further than they’ve ever gone and stumble across an old large abondoned building. This is where they meet Echo.

Echo is an immortal interdimensional being that crossed over to our dimension and has been stuck here for years. (I don’t know how many I haven’t figured out the timeline yet). Echo doesn’t have a gender and goes by any pronouns but I’m just going to use he for him for this.

Echo is part of a race of beings that don’t remember when or how they came to exist. They do not age, and they cannot die as far as they know and can take almost any form. They have always existed in their dimension/universe. They do not have much sense of self and instinct is what most drives them. They were meant to destroy and create, to shape they universe they exist in. But they never really figured out the create part. I think they along with the universe they exist in were created by some powerful being or god but then abandoned before they ever got to know their purpose.

They never learned what they are or their purpose so they ended up destroying and consuming what existed in their dimension. They consume and become more powerful but when their is nothing left of their dimension they try to reach into another one. One of them figured out how tear open a hole to another dimension. The portal they opened sent them to another universe but closed before the others were able to cross. In the process of crossing dimensions they lost most memories of where they came from or who they were, their mind was not much more than that of a wild animal. In this universe they were less powerful than they were in their original, able to be harmed, and needed to eat to survive instead of just for power.

After ending up in this dimesion they basically existed as a cryptid for years. Mostly staying hidden in woods. They would eat animal or people they came across.

Penny and Melody stumble across them while they are hiding in an abondoned building. They almost become the creature’s next meal. Most people that encountered them were paralyzed with fear, for they could take any horrifying shape in order to frighten their prey. But Melody was the first human to seemingly show no fear (she was actually terrified lol). She attacked the creature with a branch and when that failed and she was backed into a corner she stood in front of Penny with her arms out to protect her.

The creature doesn’t understand these actions and is curious. For the first time they try taking a shape similiar to the humans they usuallly preyed upon. They change it a few times until they find one the humans seem less afraid of. The humans still seem scared and they don’t understand why (he’s not very smart at this point) They reach out a hand and the red haired human seems hesitant before reaching forward and taping one of their fingers and says “one too many’” before spreading her own fingers and wiggles them. It seems humans only have five fingers. (they don’t pay much attention to detail and usually get something wrong on whatever they shift into)

So Melody actually befriends the horrifying creature and names them Echo. Penny doesn’t like this, at all. And she has good reason lol. This was not Melody’s brightest move. How about we don’t befriend things that eat people Melody?

She argues with Melody about how absolutely terrible of an idea this is but Melody doesn’t seem worried.

So Penny’s going to be stuck hanging out with her bestfriend and her bestfriends pet shapeshifter all summer it seems.

Melody starts teaching Echo about how to act like a person. How to talk and not kill, you know, the basics. Echo is a quick learner and for the first time in his whole existence actually develops true awareness and a sense of self. He still doesn’t have memories of what he was before though and most of his time on earth is foggy.

Melody starts spending more time with Echo and becoming friends with him. While not neglecting her friendship with Penny, her attention is divided. Penny becomes jelous and feels like her friend is being stolen away by this monster. Does Melody actually prefer this thing over her?

Melody is just thick skulled and doesn’t realize that, hey, maybe making friends with the eldric horror wasn’t the best decision you’ve ever made and your’re pushing your best friend away because of it.

They have a bit of a falling out at one point or an argument and Penny stops spending as much time around Melody.

One day Melody is with Echo out in the woods and Echo starts to remember, his life on Earth and before. It’s too much for him and the power he does have starts going out of control.

At the same time Penny shows up, she was looking for Melody so she could apologize for the argument (even though she did nothing wrong) She shows up right as Echo is freaking out.

He shifts into his other dimensional form and unconciously opens a portal that goes out of control and Penny sees her friend pulled through it. The portal begins pulling everything around into it, Penny lets herself be pulled toward it and grabs onto Echo before she is pulled in and stabs him in the eye with her glasses. This closes the portal and Penny is thrown backwards. The last thing she see before she blacks out is Echo burrowing deep into the earth.

She wakes up in a hospital with her parents there. She finds out a part of the forest and town was destroyed. She was found near the site of origin. There’s goverment people there who question her, they’re researching into what happened. She tells them she doesn’t remember because she doesn’t think anyone will believe her. But she developes a plan. She’s going to find Echo and make him open the portal and get Melody back.

When she’s released from the hospital her family moves again. Penny throws herself into her school studies. She graduates high school early and goes to college to get a degree that will allow her to join the teams studying what happened in her town.She kind of loses herself in the process. All she thinks about and all she cares about is getting Melody back. And she wants revenge on Echo.

When she joins the teams they seem to know that something supernatural happened in that town, so she explains what she knows. Surprisingly they believe her. They begin to develope ways they can find and capture Echo.

They locate him in a cavern deep underground. He puts up no resistence to his capture. He seems broken emotionaly and is willing to comply with whatever they want.

Penny wants him to open a portal but he doesn’t know how. Penny hates him and is willing to do whatever it takes to get Melody back. They run dozens of tests. But still no portal.

I haven’t decided what finally makes him able to open one but it will be something emotional.

Melody has been stuck in a sort of in between dimension this whole time, her body ages but she needs no food or water. She been stuck in one place unable to move but mentally she has been able to view and walk through other dimensions. She is not able to physically interact with them but she can travel to them like she is a ghost. It feels almost like a dream to her.

When they are able to open a portal to get her back they accidentally open more than just one. Beings from Echo’s home dimension are able to get through along with many others from other dimensions.

Penny doesn’t care. She has Melody back. But Melody isn’t the same as she was before. She’s angry and confused and distant. She’s so happy to see Penny and be in a physical realm again but her time in the portal changed her. She also has some kind of powers but I didn’t decide what yet.

Penny, Melody and Echo are tasked with capturing the creatures that came through the portal.

Penny does eventually reconcile with Echo but it takes time.

The white hair black body suit is Echo’s base human form, and what he prefers. The younger version is when they where kids and he changes it when they are older. He can take almost any form though, but often gets details wrong. For the human forms the hair and eye color always match and his pupils are sort of diamond shaped. The bottom sketches are other forms he takes. I haven’t designed what he usually looked like in the other dimension yet. The last picture is his original and first form.

That’s all I have figured out for now. I’m not good at writing things out and have a hard time putting my thoughts into words so this is kind of a mess.

#my art #my characters #ocs #original characters #digital art #long post #character design #character concept #shapeshifter

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f1-disaster-bi · 2 years

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Lance and Lando being the only ‘young’ people on the ward so when they find each other they connect really quickly and become inseparable. Lando sits in with lance when he has chemo and is always there afterwards to help him. Lance is there as often as he can be for Lando’s treatment.

When lance gets the news that his cancer is responding to chemo and radiotherapy and that it’s now safe to do the operation he’s over the moon. After calling his parents he’s straight to Lando’s room to share the good news.

But then he sees Max, he doesn’t see him often but they’ve gotten a bit closer over time. At first Lance just assumed lando is in the toilet or something but then he sees the tear tracks running down Max’s face and knows it’s not good.

The confession breaks him, him and max cry together and when Lando is finally wheeled back into the room they’re both so alert even though they’re shattered.

He’s okay. Not great but alive. It’s the best news in Lances eyes and when max goes, he’s sat by the bed, holding Lando’s hand and confesses his feelings.

Lando being there to hold the basin for Lance when chemo makes him ill,and hold his hand when it hurts. He's there to read to him when Lance is too weak to hold his book or focus but needs the distraction

In turn Lance is there to rub Landos back through his coughing fits, and he sits for some sketches. When he's having a good day and Lando is having a bad one, Lance will wheel Lando around the hallway so Lando isn't stuck in bed and they're just inseperable

Lance has met Landos friends before, and Lando has met Lance's. Their families even chat sometimes and they form this little community of people supporting each other even though they're both so scared the other is going to pass away because they know that's their reality. Lando might not make it to a transplant and Lance could catch an infection and pass or his cancer could win

But then Lance gets good news and Lando has been doing well recently, he's been feeling a bit stronger but when Lance goes to find him, his in surgery and Max is there crying because Max was the one with him when he started feeling the pain and then choking because his lungs were filling with fluid and on collapsed

Max is just sitting there with all these letters because "he asked me to give everyone these if he...if he..." and Max is crying and Lance is just scared. He's seen lando on bad days but he's never seen anything like this so they're just there and crying and numb until eventually one of the nurses comes to talk to them

It's still a shock to see Lando so quiet and pale with tubes coming out of him because "we have to keep him under while we drain the fluids, so we intubated him for now"

And there's this unspoken "this might not get better" and it just breaks Lance who says to Max at one point, "It was supposed to be me. I was the sick one, I heard the whispers. It should be me getting bad news, not him"

When Max leaves and one of the nurses takes pity and moves a cot into the room for Lance for the night, Lance just stays awake all night holding his hand and telling him everything he wished he could say because part of him knows this might be the only chance he gets

#strollis #lance/lando #inpatient au

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riverjester · 1 year

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Five times that Ling tried to flirt with Ed

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Edward didn't have a second of alone time during those days in Rush Valley before they left for Central. Al was suspiciously absent — doing who knows what — and Winry was busy fixing his arm and running other errands and commissions for the atelier. But even so, Ed had never been pestered as much as now. The Xinguese jerk hadn’t been lying when he’d promised him he’d stick to him like a leech. It felt like Ling just barely left him alone long enough to take a shit. It was just him, too. His guards seemed to have disappeared, though whether that was better or worse, he couldn’t say.

"Worse," he decided after a few minutes of deliberation. Maybe if the old man and the girl were there, the three of them would huddle up together and whisper in Xinguese amongst themselves like gossips or connivers and leave him alone. No, instead, he had to endure Ling on his own for three days, like Atlas holding the globe. A globe in the form of an annoying freeloader.

Winry had laughed in his face when he’d gone to vent to her.

“This is what you’re stuck with now, for ruining your automail. Reap what you’ve sown.”

“I didn’t sow shit," he had complained. “Literally all I did yesterday was being a good Samaritan and—“

“Al was. He told me you suggested leaving him in the alley.”

“I was fucking kidding! But you know what? In hindsight, we really should’ve just left him there to his fate. It’s not just that he’s a bastard, Win, he’s insufferable.”

“I think he’s nice.”

“What.”

“Ed, listen.” She had stopped screwing in the hand she was working on to turn and face him. “I understand the caution, I do think you should be cautious. I don’t know if he can be trusted either. But you’ve gone, what, five years without making a friend who isn’t military?” She had shrugged. Ed had looked at her with the most betrayed of eyes at that low blow. “Al’s right. Loosen up a bit. Try to get along with him. It might do us some good too.”

So that’s how things stood for Edward Elric. Abandoned by his little brother and betrayed by his best friend. Alone in his struggle not to burst every time Ling came by to annoy the shit out of him.

Like right now, when (horrifyingly) they were all alone in the atelier, because Al was running errands and Garfiel and Winry were attending a client at her house. (Ed had wanted to go run the errands. He hadn’t been allowed.) Maybe they weren’t alone, maybe Ling’s guards were watching from the shadows — which gave him the creeps a little. But it didn’t really matter for the situation at hand.

Ed drummed his fingers on the open pages of his notepad, which were covered in chemical formulas and sketches of arrays. It wasn’t anything to do with the philosopher’s stone or the homunculi or any of that stuff, obviously, because, although Ling had said that he knew nothing of alkahestry or alchemy, Ling had also ordered his bodyguard to put a knife to Ed’s neck, so. His paranoia was justified. Al would have said that it wasn’t. But it was.

“I have never seen Amestrian alchemy studies so close before.”

Ed gave him a sidelong glance, his eyebrow twitching irritably.

“Bet you wouldn’t miss anything if you moved away.”

He was trapped at the table corner against the wall. He hadn’t been sitting there, at first. He had sat at the open corner of the table — and after a while Ling had come and sat next to him. Ed had slowly moved away as he pretended to be paying extremely close attention to his equations, rather than to the way the other boy sprawled out on the bench, leaning on Ed’s shoulder, seemingly distracted and idle. Neither was fooling himself or the other, though. For about a quarter of an hour, they progressed gradually but with intent up the workbench, until finally Ed’s shoulder pressed against the wall. Really, it had been his mistake, sitting on a dead-end bench in the first place.

He hadn’t risen hell yet only because Winry had expressly asked him not to start another fight. And also because Lan Fan was very capable of throwing a kunai at his face and hitting the target if he so much as breathed wrong in her dear young lord’s direction. He didn’t want to test his luck with her again.

Ling hummed. Ed could have sworn he sprawled even more — now their thighs were touching. Before he could yell at him or punch him or both, the jerk opened his mouth again, "But if I am farther away, I will not get as good a view.”

Ed frowned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ling’s stupid grin took on a bit of the edge that Ed was already learning to be wary of. He put his chin on his hand.

“You get such an intense look on your face whilst deep in thought. Or, rather, more intense than usual.” He waved his hand. The smile returned to its usual levels of goofiness. “It is very attractive, you know?”

Huh?

“Pardon?”

“Attractive," Ling repeated. Ed continued to stare at him in utter confusion. “Your eyes are beautiful enough as it is, but when you are trying to come up with an answer that escapes you? Utterly captivating. It is the exact same look you are giving me now, in fact. Which is undeserved, by the way.” He put a hand on his heart and made eyes at him. Made. Eyes. At him. “I am an open book — nothing but honest with you.”

Right.

As mother-fucking if.

“What the fuck are you talking about? What’re you trying?”

Ling cocked his head to one side like an innocent, confused puppy.

“Me? Nothing that isn’t obvious.”

“Nothing that isn’t obvious!” he yelled, and whoever said that his voice cracked, they’d be a damn liar. “Yeah, right! Like I’m gonna believe that one! What do you think you’re doing trying to, to— trying to—!”

“Flirt?”

Ed could have screamed. Instead, he rose to one knee on the bench, towering a few inches above Ling. He glared at him with what was, in his opinion, his most intimidating scowl.

“You want me to let my guard down, or whatever. Like I’ll loosen my tongue and tell you what I know about the philosopher’s stone. But it won’t work.” He narrowed his eyes and pointed at him with his finger. “And like fucking hell you’re being honest, you snake, but you are an open book. I know what you’re about.”

The corners of Ling’s lips twitched for a second with real amusement. He cocked his head again, but instead of looking like a puppy, his eyes now seemed to say, "Oh, yeah? Do tell." He sat up slightly. Their faces were now mere inches apart.

“Well, I may have some hidden motives, but that should not mean that my apparent intentions are any less genuine. I believe the expression is ‘playing both sides,’ no?”

Ed stared at him wide-eyed for a few seconds before shoving him so hard that Ling’s head almost bounced on the bench. He then slammed his notebook shut and jumped over the table.

The proud part of him wanted to leave the atelier without another word, before the stupid fucking richboy could see that his face was lit so red that it could’ve probably worked as a light-house.

(That was useless, as a matter of fact. He hadn’t noticed until then, focused as he was on trying to figure out what Ling was up to, but he’d been blushing ever since he’d felt the pressure of his leg against his. The flesh leg, too, not the metal one, to top it all off).

But, unsurprisingly, anger won out and he turned one last time, his finger pointing threateningly. Ling was rubbing his head, looking truly annoyed for the first time since Ed had met him.

"Good," he thought viciously.

“Get away from me or next time you’re getting kicked in the mouth! With the metal foot!” He breathed in heavily. To his horror, he found that he was short of breath. “Fuck off!”

And with that last yell, he strode out of Garfiel’s atelier.

Half an hour later, after taking a walk down the street and calming down, he realised that he had given Ling confirmation of something that he surely had suspected, but that he wouldn’t have been certain of before. Edward had admitted that he knew something about philosopher’s stones.

He cursed and kicked a bin.

To be continued in: 2.

#writing #fanfic #fullmetal alchemist

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violetjedisylveon · 2 years

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Pharani Family

Kaesoka Child AU link here.

Zevra is the Tholothian woman on the right, Rinu is the Mirialan woman on the left, the Tholothian/Mirialan hybrid boy in the middle is Zevra's oldest kid, Xan, the hybrid girl Xan is holding is Keriss(the one who looks like she's seeing something suspicious), and the little boy being held by Rinu is Vylo(the one looking at the cat). The Tooka is Aatoo(pronounce it like achoo).

Zevra and Rinu are both 26, Xan is 6, and Keriss and Vylo are twins and two and a half. The kids are Zevra's and not biologically Rinu's, Zevra had the kids with her ex husband, some (also purple) Mirialan dude, he died before the twins were born. Aatoo was a gift from him to Xan btw.

After that Zevra got stuck in an abusive situation, while she was still pregnant, went from partner death to abusive relationship real fast. She got out of the situation but it left some scars on her and Xan, the twins don't remember it.

Zevra and Rinu met during the final year of the clone wars, both worked for their respective planets governments as some form of special agent to keep their planets as out of the war as possible. They hit it off and eventually got married, then Empire, and they, specifically Rinu cause she knows something she shouldn't(that's how she lost her arm) were targeted and had to go into hiding.

They got involved with the rebellion, since they went to Aldaraan as refugees but they're both good at getting information and getting into places without getting caught. When Ahsoka joined the rebellion, they became part of her cell, which primarily deals with information.

They help Ahsoka with her fulcrum stuff when they can and keep the place from falling apart cause the other half of their cell is two sapphic in love traumatized goofs, one has minimal life skills. And while they are also two sapphic in love traumatized goofs, they are functional sapphic in love traumatized goofs that can adult.

So they're basically the parents and in charge when there's no missions. Ahsoka and Kaeden don't mind, both had to grow up too quick and like having parental figures again.

This has been a project that's taken me a long time to complete, from the paper sketch to this has taken almost a year.

It's mostly taken this long because it was largely a project I had on the back burner since more fun/interesting/less complicated projects or ideas came up and I did those first, I've worked on this in patches and it would just just sitting around in various phases cause it is a big project, 6 characters! ibis paint usual doesn't handle my projects with two characters very well, granted those are usually characters with more going on and therefore more layers but still. So whenever some other project needed to be restored cause it crashed and I didn't want to sit around waiting during the day, I'd pop on over to this and try to work on it.

When I finished the coloring I just left it waiting to be shaded cause I was too busy with other projects I felt were more important.

You can definitely tell I rushed it in some areas, specifically the kids clothing all being the same colors cause I just wanted it to be done and the premise of this picture is that they are getting a family photo so some matching I guess?

I really just had to commit myself to getting it done and now that it is done, I feel very good about it, this thing has been haughting me for almost a year with my lack of motivation to finish it, it feels good to have it done.

Tomorrow is Halloween! Yay! I hope it's a fun, safe night for everyone!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you.

VJS out!

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jaynovz · 2 years

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3, 30, 26 for the weird writing meme

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Okay! Here it is--

Spend every second of every day thinking and/or chattering about the document, but only open it up after the cats have been fed at midnight ET.

Bob makes me a mug of magic tea; I drink it slowly while rereading the things I wrote the night before and browsing tumblr a bit, getting my playlist for the evening queued up.

Bob plays a video game or watches Always Sunny until I finish my tea and then he wishes me luck and vamooses upstairs.

Frida and Jack come curl up into fuzzy croissants on the couch.

I beat my head against the laptop until words finally come out, which usually takes til about 4am.

Why is it cursed? Because I simply... CANNOT open the document until it's darktime outside and because there will be NO WRITING until the demons get fed. So like, my brain wants to start around 10pm, but that is the Height of mischievous cat activity. Frida will destroy lamps and paintings while Jack howls in my ear for two hours straight, barely pausing for breath.

It would prob be like... convenient? To be able to write during the day but try as I might it never happens.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

I don't need help getting into Silver's, we have the same head for the most part. Yes, I'm fine, it's fine. No, I never really get out of it, we live in snake land. Yes, I sometimes regret indulging Silver self-loathing and denial spirals, they do tend to leak into IRL. My mantra is "Jay we're trying to get FARTHER away from Silvercore not Closer."

For Flint it's a little more difficult but I have a pretty good handle on him at this point. Maximum intensity, competent and smart as hell, grumpy bastard, but a huge sap when he likes you. Depths of rage and darkness for various reasons depending on the verse.

But when I'm stuck I usually just go ask the Flint experts lol. Etoile and Kay. -waves-

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

They are often the character's worst fears, their torments. I love dreams/nightmares as a horror device. I also like when they don't know if they are awake or asleep, the surreal nature of them. I like making the reader doubt what is happening and if it's "real."

As for me, I do not often have fully formed lucid dreams, nor do I remember them very often when I do. It's more often like... feelings than images so it would be hard to describe what "happened."

I'm really bad at falling asleep so like, when I'm sketching out dialogue or whatever I never have a problem scooting over to grab my phone and jot it down in notes app. So, nah, no dream writing.

Thanks for asking dear <3

#thoughts #asterofthevoid #silverflint #black sails #john silver #james flint #ask game

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ott u got me INVESTED in this samir character and i don't even know them.

Ahahahaha... Yes. Good. My work here is done, but I will not stop. And now you've given me an excuse to talk about my dnd character's vampire not-yet-boyfriend.

Samir is a terrible vampire and I (and my character) love him dearly. He hates having to bite people and couldn't even kill some chickens for their blood so he could heal (he spent less than a minute with them and gave them names. The poor man used to be a vegetarian).

The poor man was also starting to get feelings for my character Candor, a tiefling paladin who's just a Real Good Dude and who, when Samir went into bloodlust (because he's a bad vampire and hadn't been feeding), did not try to smite him but instead stuck his arm in the vampire's mouth to get him out of the dark hunger (while using his shield to try to block the view so other people wouldn't see a vampire losing it in the middle of a Fantasy Texas Roadhouse)... Except haha whoops turns out Candor's actually a Persona, based off a dead friend, of a changeling named Izz who's big fucked up in the head thanks to an abusive upbringing being raised as a vessel for violence that culminated in the traumatic deaths of said friend and one of their siblings ¯_(ツ)_/¯ But he likes Izz, too (much to Izz's bewilderment), so it's all good.

Samir is also a himbo. Our next session (tomorrow, aaaaaah) is going to be breaking him out of a hospital full of clerics and paladins who are Very against undead, which he had willingly walked into and then told them he was undead. Izz had been worried about him going but they had thought, surely, he knows what he's getting into. He had told them directly that he tries to be aware of what groups don't like undead and that he knew this was one of those groups. Except, according to his player, his thought process was, "Well I met some of them in another city and they were nice :)". They didn't know you were undead there, bud!! But he tends to believe the best in people and think that showing he's a Nice Vampire(TM) will make things work out.

...Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this rambling about someone else's dnd character, and that you continue to enjoy my posts tagging him haha. Have a picture of Samir in bat form getting pets. (Hasn't actually happened yet, but it WILL).

ID: A sketch of a tiefling with two sets of horns wearing a breastplate. He's holding a very large bat that is hanging from the breastplate by it's thumb claws, and looking down at it with a content smile as he gives it head scratches. /end ID

(Also, are you an RP friend?? come off anon and say hello!)

#asks #otter got an ask #otter said a thing #my art #samir art #candor art #izz et al art #I don't actually remember what my ask tag is it's been so long #and yet I see I just got another one asking about OCs #so y'all better buckle up cuz it's about to be Izz time :)#(it's never not Izz time for me but that's about to become everyone else's problem)#samir #candor and samir #please wish us luck in our rescue tomorrow #it's gonna be a shit show :')

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pa1nkill3r · 3 years

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"Now How Come I've Only Found Out About This Now?" [G.W]

[Pairing:] George Weasley x Fem!Artist!Reader

[Summary:] So far, George Weasley knows three things about his new potions partner; So why not make it four? Or five?

[Warnings:] use of mudblood, a bit of angst, a bit of swearing, a pov change at some point in the end, idk-- fluff?? (is that a warning??)

[Word Count:] ≈2.7k

[A/N:] i used @buckystrenchcoat 's fluff plots for george weasley: 2. George finding out you can draw (kind of got carried away but oh well :D--) (ps just imagine that classes in hogwarts includes all of the houses together, thanks <3) Y/H = your house. (dk the timeline or what year george and the reader are in but i'd say between 3rd-5th year)

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The Weasley twins were becoming reckless and apparently, Professor Snape has had enough. The constant explosions on the other side of the dungeon and the numerous attempts at drowning his hair with shampoo has eventually led him to the decision of assigning the entire class their partners.

Thus halfway into the semester, the Weasley twins are never to be seen together again... that is until the end of 2nd period where they will go back and cause mischief elsewhere.

Fred was assigned to a Slytherin girl who George couldn't figure out if she's madly in love with his brother or wants to rip out his guts. While he on the other hand was assigned with Y/N. Truthfully, he never gave much thought to her, but after their first double potions lesson as partners, he began to wonder why he never gave much thought to her.

She was smart but never overbearing, made jokes here and there, sniggered when he made even the cheesiest of puns, and is wicked attractive. Their first task was to brew a calming draught and whilst adding in a smidge more of lavender, she proposed that they should make more while the majority of the class was still struggling.

"Why in Merlin's beard are we going to make more? We can just pass this and leave class early?" He asked, bringing a smile to her lips. "Yeah, yeah, that's what you want, don't you Weasley?" She quipped, looking back up to the red-headed boy who's now readying their vials.

"Just thought that we could make some for people, like, your brother. Poor guy, reckon he's going to rip his hair out getting partnered with Tuttle." And with that, George let out a laugh, a laugh that cost Gryffindor 5 points. Though, all was well when they were the first to finish and send their little vial of calming draught into the hands of Severus Snape, garnering 5 points each and an opportunity to leave class 10 minutes early.

And that was it, that was their relationship; potions partners.

George Weasley learned 2 things that day. One, his potions partner was someone he wanted to know more, to be with more, and two, one should never put a liberal amount of peppermint in a calming draught. (Fred learned that the hard way.)

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She was the epitome of beauty and brains. So far, that's what he knew about his potions partner. But a little incident in the corridor made two into three.

It wasn't unusual for Fred and George Weasley to skip class, especially if the class was History of Magic. And it also wasn't unusual for them to hide behind a tapestry whilst a stinky dungbomb was set in the first-floor corridor.

What was unusual though, was George not wanting to move from their hiding place, forcing Fred to also not move. "George, mate, wha-?" "SHH!"

Whatever Fred's question was supposed to be, it quickly got answered by the presence of a certain someone whose walking to the Muggle Studies classroom, his brother's potions partner perhaps? Fred grinned mischievously, nudging his brother in the abdomen, and earning a wince.

"Oi mudblood! Was that you?" They heard from a distance, heavy footsteps following the girl he's teasing his brother with. From their point of view, they could tell that the girl stopped in her tracks, sighing heavily as though this was a regular thing.

"Was that me, what?" She asked, clearly annoyed. "Was that you who did it? Or d'you just shat yourself? It smells horrid. Would make sense, as you're a filthy little mudblood."

George's blood was beginning to boil, fingers formed into a fist, knuckles white. Especially when they got to see the silhouette of the two arguing. Perfect, Winnifred Tuttle, his brother's potions partner bullying his Y/N Y/L/N. He had an urge to protect her. To avenge her. To show her how much he cared for someone who's supposed to be his potions partner.

"Was that supposed to be an insult, Tutts?" Y/N spat back, pulling George out of his trance and making Fred shut his mouth. Now he's the one staring intently. "It's honestly just sad. A 'pureblood' like you should know the difference between a dungbomb and a piece of shit. Or perhaps you're probably just that daft?"

The boys were fixated on their conversation now. A hand on their mouths, hopefully covering up their shock even if they're hiding behind a tapestry. George's heart was beating faster now.

"Me? Daft? Well, if I'm daft then why are you taking muggle studies?" Tuttle sneered, an ugly grin splattered across her face.

"Bit hypocritical, isn't it, Winnie? Bye-bye!" She turned her back away from the Slytherin now, walking into the Muggle Studies classroom, holding a few books in one hand and her middle finger in the other.

He knows three things about her now; She's bewitching, she's a whizz, and she's a muggle-born who doesn't take shit.

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A few more lessons in and one could say that Y/N and George are starting to become friendlier to each other. Acquaintances, sure, but, friendly nonetheless. But the Gryffindor wanted to live up to its name, to its values. He might've just gotten to know a bit about her but he was completely and utterly entranced.

Nothing's going to stop him now.

His right hand held his wand as he stirred the concoction in the cauldron. She, on the other hand, was cutting up the stewed mandrake. The easy silence between them was broken by none other than the lion himself.

"Hey," he called, lifting his gaze from the potion to the girl right next to him. "Hi." She said back.

"So... Today's a Friday, right?"

She looked at him, confused, recounting a particular time in which she looked at a calendar today. "Yeah, I think so."

"And we can go to Hogsmeade after classes?"

"Pretty sure you can, why?"

"Want to go on a date?"

She looked stunned which kind of hurt George's ego but as soon as the slightly parted mouth of hers became a cheerful grin, he felt a whole lot better.

"As long as you stop staring at me and not over mix our potion, then sure, I'll go out with you." She smiled, making George give a shy little grin back before attempting to put all his concentration on the brew. Mind boggled on the way she said 'our potion.'

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Going to Muggle Studies felt utterly useless now that Y/N's been promised to go on a date right after. But having George by her side, walking her to the class just seemed to be the best part of the day.

He recounted the time when he and Fred hid behind a tapestry and told Y/N all about it, giving a hot feeling to her cheeks. They stopped by the door frame of the classroom, Professor Burbage was waiting inside, pacing around her study as George's hand slyly held Y/N's.

"I'll pick you up later?" He asked with the same shy smirk plastered on his face, cheeks pink and ears flushed. "Yeah. Thanks for walking me here. You shouldn't have." She uttered, heels rising and falling as she bounced on her toes.

"Just making sure that Tuttsy's not going to ruin your day, love." Y/N felt heat rising to her cheeks and ears, as well as an uncontrollable grin. Her heel turned to make her face the concrete walls of the castle, hands covering their face and body slightly swaying from side to side. It was ridiculous, really. Dumb. Very.

"You're adorable when you're flustered."

"Shut up, Weasley." And with that, she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving him slightly startled, stunned, and very red in the face. "You're adorable when you're flustered." She quipped, walking into the Muggle Studies classroom and taking her seat.

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Muggle Studies felt oddly slow that day. Usually, it lasted an hour but today it felt like a century. Professor Burbage's talk about electricity and muggle technology went in one ear and out the other.

If you'd ask why Y/N chose a subject she already knew plenty about, her answer would be that she wanted to see things from a different perspective. But truthfully, she just knew that she'd be good at it and it'd be an easy O.

So there she was; A scrap piece of parchment laid on the wooden desk and a pen since Professor Burbage discouraged the use of quills.

Her mind wandered off the moment she sat down on her chair. Feet either bouncing up and down or stuck straight onto the floor, she wouldn't know. What she did remember was her non-dominant hand posing itself as the other one scribbled on the piece parchment.

Her fingers played with the hazy light and the ink added depth. Soon she started sketching other things; The student in front of her, a study of Professor Burbage, a head with a moderately strong jaw and beautiful, short, messy hair. A male side profile with a big nose that has a slight bump on its bridge matching a cheeky grin with dimples. Her hand posed itself once more but this time she wasn't making it look like hers, she was making it look like his. Something she's seen many times before, and guiltily stared at once, twice, more than she could recount.

She was adding in the cluster of freckles when the worst happened; "Miss Y/L/N, still with us?" Professor Burbage stood at the front of the class, standing straight, clearly thinking about her posture. "Miss Y/L/N?"

She felt an elbow nudge her arm, and that was the thing that brought her back into reality. Her head whipped itself to face her seatmate then to her Professor, giving her a funny-looking nervous grin.

"Charm would get you nowhere, Miss Y/L/N. When was the first electricity generator introduced in Britain? And where was it installed?" She has to have something in that brain of hers. It must've been taught sometime when she was in muggle school. "Err-- 1900s something, Surrey--?"

Professor Burbage meekly chuckled, "Nice try. 1881. Godalming, Surrey. A point from Y/H then, I'm sorry."

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George was faithful and stuck to his word. Even being 5 minutes early after asking Professor Grubbly-Plank if he could go to the bathroom and have a wee, saying that the unicorns would definitely mind if he pissed on their trees.

He did not go to the bathroom but instead went straight to the Muggle Studies classroom. Leaning the side of his body onto the wall by the door. Trying his best to peer into the room and find his potions partner and soon to be his date and maybe even his. But he was getting ahead of himself.

The bell rang and he heard a loud shuffling sound of chairs being pulled back. The door was opened as students from all of the houses started pouring out and there she was. Looking beautiful as ever with her bag slung on her shoulder.

"Glad to see you're alright there, dove." He cooed, earning once again another shy smile. "Anything happened there?" He asked, pointing to the now open classroom.

"Felt way longer than usual, and I lost a house point." She said matter of factly. George chuckled, his heart filled with pride as he turned his head towards her.

"And what have you done to lose said house point?"

She smiled before reaching her hand into a pocket of her robes, pulling out a folded piece of aged parchment before handing it to the curious redhead.

"What's this? A love letter?" He bantered. "Just open it." And so he did. His nimble fingers unfolding the parchment, then he was stunned. Seeing his face drawn in ink with lines crossing over more lines was the last thing he expected. It looked like him. And it didn't look like Fred. It is him.

"I was just drawing in class but then I sort of blanked out and got a dumb question wrong." She paused, looking back up to see if the redhead was still listening. "Hello? Earth to George?"

"You drew me?" He was on a fine line of disbelief and awe. It truly looked amazing. She drew her hand at least three times before he recognized his was also there. She even got the little freckle he had on the middle of his wrist. The full body of ol' Professor Burbage brought so much of her energy and even the way her scarf wrapped around her neck was perfect.

Her cheeks were heating up again, realizing what she just did. "It's not that good. Just-- drew what I saw and, err-- whatever came to mind, I guess." Bad execution, sloppy excuse. "Okay, you've been looking at that for way too long now--"

"This looks bloody brilliant! Now how come I've only found out about this now?"

"Flattery would get you nowhere, Weasley." She joked, but he was serious.

"S'not 'flattery' if I'm stating what's true! It's amazing, you're amazing." She felt her heartbeat increase by a mile.

"Well then, I'm flattered." She said, adjusting the strap of her bag to hopefully let out some adrenaline. "And to answer your question, it'd be terrifying if I just started drawing in Snape's class. I swear that man has eyes at the back of his head. That's why this is a new discovery for you."

"Fuck, this is amazing!" He uttered.

"It's really not that good--"

"'S'really not that good' Some shit standards you have there. I'd put this in a museum!" He said loudly, extending both his arms and imagining that the piece of parchment was displayed on the Hogwarts walls. "If you don't like it then I'll keep it." George joked, expecting disapproval, which, to his shock, never came.

"Are you actually giving this to me?"

She shrugged, "I mean if you'd like a photo of you drawn by a teenage girl then be my guest." He smiled, genuinely smiled. He looked so pretty at that moment and there shouldn't be any holding back now.

"...But," She started, his gaze looked intently at her, ready to listen to whatever comes next. "There's a price."

"Between Freddie and I, we have 26 galleons and a few sickles." He said, earning a hearty laugh and a shake of her head. "Don't really think he'd like me to give all of it to you, I'm sorry. If you want I'd pay a bit then I--"

"No, George." She said, tugging lightly on his tie to gain his attention. "How about... a kiss? Perhaps?"

He grinned. His hand hovered itself across her face before landing on her cheek, thumb gracing itself on its apples, slightly squishing the skin whilst his eyes looked for any signs of discomfort; there was none.

They slowly leaned in, eyes locked on lips before their lips locked onto each other. His lips were slightly chapped but it felt like the softest thing on Earth. He smelled of cinnamon, firewood, gunpowder, and other indescribable scents, but it was nice. It was short but meaningful, gentle, even. His other hand was wrapped around her waist and once again, his thumbs were running up and down whatever part of her body it's laid on.

He learned two more things about the girl that day; she's artistic, and she felt like home.

He never thought there'd be a time in his life where he'd be thankful for Severus Snape. But life goes in unexpected ways.

"If you'd like to tip me then I'm just going to say that I love cauldron cakes." She grinned up at him as they pulled away before settling her face in his chest. George chuckled to himself before wrapping his arms completely on her waist, placing a sweet kiss on the top of her head.

"Yeah, yeah, come on." He said, pulling away to let her shake herself up as he held onto the piece of folded parchment which graced his face, giving it a small peck before putting it in his pocket, patting it three times.

"Better sign that drawing for me, Y/N. How much does an autograph cost?"

"Double the original price—?"

"And the tip?"

"And the tip."

#george weasley fanfiction #george weasley fluff #george weasley x reader #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x ravenclaw!reader #george weasley x hufflepuff!reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader #george weasley x gryffindor!reader #george weasley fic #george weasley #george weasley x y/n #oml this is long

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eremiie · 3 years

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study session, sex songs

❥ armin x reader | nsfw | 2.3k words

❥ content: semi public sex, vaginal fingering, a sex tape

❥ a/n; an ask i got that i took an ss of and then tumblr deleted my asks, but i HAD to do this🙄!!!

you were bored.

you were so bored that the sound of the rain drops hitting the window next to you was almost a form of entertainment, or maybe the shuffling of people trading books on the shelf.

at this point anything was better than the piece of paper and book in front of you. you had been staring at the words so long that they were all the same. you were rereading the same sentence over and over again, and aimlessly sketching small drawings on the paper in front of you.

studying wasn't your strong pursuit, especially with your boyfriend next to you, who seemed to love it. at the thought of him, your eyes glanced over— a sight for sore eyes when you had been staring at chemistry notes for the past half hour.

a pencil was dancing on paper in between his slender fingers, jumping with every lift of his hand and coming back down to the white sheet like a figure skater on ice. he wore glasses to study, large frames sitting on the bridge of his nose, his hair so close to touching them. those same blonde locks almost hid the earphones that were snug in both ears, and you wondered if whatever he was listening to is what helped him study so diligently. his tongue stuck out just a little bit in concentration, while his eyes flit back and forth between the paper in front of him and the book above it.

he must've been watching you watch him, his attention turning towards you and the mechanical pencil coming to a quick halt mid sentence. he set it down to the table gently, and you lifted yourself off of the surface to balance your head on the palm of your hand. "armin." a whine of his name, clear discontent laced in your voice.

"yeah?" his reply was so simple, so innocent. as if he didn't drag you to the library with him, practically pleading for you to just sit down and study with you knowing you hated studying, especially in the atmosphere of a library. there were too many distractions and you weren't comfortable. not to mention the fact that you were clad in a skirt.

"i can't study, can we just go?" his expression didn't change at the sound of your complaints, eyes still calm and lips still together in a line. you didn't want to come in the first place, he should at least give you the liberty of leaving when you asked— especially considering how long you had been in the quiet library.

"do you think listening to something will help?" armin's eyebrows came together as his hand came to point at the earphones in his ear. you really didn't want to stay, but when you thought about the focus your boyfriend was in that you broke you did feel a little bad.

your legs shifted from under the table and you sat back in your seat, crossing your arms in your lap and letting out a sigh, eyes traveling around the vast library. when they landed back on armin the earbud was already sitting pretty between his fingertips. it was glaring at you and you were glaring at it, but nevertheless you leaned forward and plucked it from armin's fingers, his lips upturning when you did.

he slipped his hands in his pockets to fumble with his phone and you picked up the pencil in front of you to try and get back to studying, checking to see what page armin was on while you waited for the music to play in your ears. what music was armin into anyways? the last thing you could remember him listening to being a spotify playlist full of lo-fi beats.

only... it wasn't lo-fi beats that began to play.

or music.

your body went rigid, pencil in your hand beginning to feel heavy, leaving you to wonder how it hasn't clattered to the table yet. a chill ran down your spine because what you were listening to was all too familiar— from the wet sounds that happily made its way into your ear, to a moan of armin's name that sounded much too like your own voice.

it was your voice, because when you heard another moan it was armin's cry of your name.

it took you a minute to turn your head towards armin, his eyebrows raising over his eyes in question of what you could possibly want now. he hummed a small "hm?" to figure it out, as if it wasn't obvious. that look of innocence was played by him again, blue eyes twirling with curiosity as if there was anything to be curious about. as if your sex tape wasn't a reason for you to look at him funny— eyes blown and mouth agape.

when you didn't respond— only still staring at him dumbfounded, he shrugged his shoulders and continued to scribble on his stupidly neat paper.

were you hearing things right?

your eyes flashed, brows knit as you shoved armin's shoulder, his pencil flying off the paper and messing up the "e" he was in the midst of writing. "you messed up my paper." he grumbled, and oh, was he a little too good at this game he was playing with you.

"what is this?" you questioned, disregarding the flimsy sheet of paper he was writing on because that was clearly the least of his issues.

armin used his pencil to point to your book, confusion taking over the once curious look he had just moments ago. "...a study session i would assume." he wasn't letting up, and your lip twitched at his response.

"no— i mean what am i listening to?"

"well, out of everybody you should know." your body stiffened again, a slow blink at his response that came out almost too smoothly, words sliding off his tongue like silk. you had to pull your gaze away from him as he only did just what he did earlier, going right back to studying like there wasn't anything off about the moment you were sharing.

if he wanted to play with you, you'd just have to join in his game.

so with a huff of breath, and the lewd noises that were still playing in your ear you turned your body back towards your notes in front of you and tried to read them over again. your name was the only thing comprehendible on the sheet, every word below it a jumbled mess.

"light wave... light waves, diffraction pattern..." you spoke slowly, reading as if you were back in the first grade.

your hands moved down from the textbook and to the paper in front of you, nimble fingers forming words on the paper that you could only hope would make sense when you'd read them back.

diffraction pattern - occurs only

"only who?"

"only you fuck me like this, armin, please!"

the tail of your y went a little too low, and your legs turned to jello, squeezing together when you heard your voice swim through your ears. blood was rushing to your cheeks, and you leaned closer to your book, burying your nose in it despite not actually reading what was on the pages— at least well. with a suck of breath you continued to write,

diffraction pattern - occurs only you fu

your eyes shot open mid sentence, and you scrambled to spin the pencil around until the eraser met the paper, erasing what you had written furiously, and you swore you heard a small chuckle leave armin's lips, you biting your own and scrunching your nose up at your pitiful mistake.

your hands came up to rub at your temple, the sound of a moan armin drawled from you a couple nights ago was what you heard next, and it might’ve sounded nice those nights ago, but now it was embarrassing.

you squeezed your eyes shut, much like your legs and as flustered as you were you couldn’t help but feel... aroused.

it was something about hearing armin fuck into you so nice. the way that even though there was no visual for you to look at, you could visualize the moment so clearly— so vividly, because the more you listened the more you could remember making the tape, remembering what happened during the tape.

armin’s hands had slid up your back, a handful of your hair being grasped by his hand, a sinful arch being created by your back, and you let out a choked whimper, that you didn’t even realize you reciprocated in real life.

armin’s head slowly turned to you and his lips were forming a sick grin, and you would’ve been mad if you didn’t want him so bad, if you didn’t want every moment you could hear to stop being the past and become the present, the very moment that was playing in your ear to play out in front of you.

a whine, a pleading look on your face; eyebrows turned upwards and your hips grinding down into the chair below you.

armin could’ve almost laughed if he wanted to, and he almost did when your hand slid into his lap to grab his and pull it to the hem of your skirt, the fabric brushing lightly against his fingertips, but he didn’t push forward.

“armin,” his name never sounded so nice on your tongue, never sounded so desperate. your grip on his wrist tightened and urged him forward, and so he let them slip under the soft fabric of your skirt, and even past the band of your underwear, and the closer he inched towards your aching cunt the wider your legs spread for him.

his finger felt cold against your clit when he touched it, rubbing small circles right away, and your face looked like it was melting at his touch, your body was melting at his touch.

and he was being kinder than expected— letting his fingers dip down further until your slick allowed for him to enter into you, your body shivering at his touch, at the stretch.

your head fell forward onto the table with a louder than expected bang, and it caused both you and armin to jolt, the people around you stirring a bit.

you didn’t care too much, but armin did, his fingers stilling and his eyes going back to his textbook, eyes darting back and forth between the words as if he was really reading them, and you wanted to give him a prize for best actor right then and there.

“shh.” he said without looking your way, but his fingers began to move again, and you tried your best to not let out a moan. “gotta be quiet if you want me to fuck you with my fingers... this is what you want right?”

the sound in your ears were practically drowned out by your thoughts, by the squelches of your juices being moved around by armin’s middle finger, by the sounds that only you could hear— and maybe armin if he listened enough.

“yeah... i want it.” the small pants that were leaving your parted lips, and they only increased when armin inserted a second finger, his hand making itself comfortable in your underwear, fabric harshly rubbing against his pale hand with every thrust of his digits into your pussy. “want it so bad.”

you looked like a dog, a puppy in its heat, pushing your hips forward to get him deeper into you, but it just wasn’t enough.

you were needy and needed more, so your own hand smoothed down to your clit and you began to rub circles, whimpering at the sensation, the pleasure flooding through your lower half, almost making you dizzy.

hell, you were dizzy— drunk even; drunk on the lust that was twirling in your pretty head, and drunk on armin’s fingers— it was like the way his hand moved when he wrote notes, moving precisely and ease.

his fingers fucked up into you, curling when they were deep enough, and making your body lurch forward. “again.” you needed to feel that again. the fingers on your clit went a little faster, because you knew you were close. “again.”

and he did it again, hitting that spot that made you clench around him, and he kept doing it, and your fingers kept moving, you were progressively getting louder, but it didn’t matter as you were getting closer to coming as well.

and you did, body tensing up and every nerve in your body pinching, mouth dropped open and eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hand came to hover just over your mouth just in case any sound left you.

you slumped over onto the table, pulsing around armin’s fingers but your own slipping out of your skirt and onto the space of the chair your legs made.

armin finally let out a stupid small laugh, his soaked fingers finally leaving your sloppy cunt and entering his mouth, tongue twirling around your release. it was a shame you weren’t looking.

you could hear it though, the obnoxiously loud slurping sounds he made and the hum of content he made before popping his fingers out his mouth. what you couldn’t hear was the tape. it must’ve stopped in the middle of armin fingering you.

and you also heard the slide of armin’s chair against the floor of the library, the sound of a book cover meeting it’s back, and the shoving of books into a bag.

armin looked over his shoulder with a bored expression, one that was eerily similar to the look you had given him just earlier when you were bored of studying.

your eyes met his; eyes still calm and lips in a line once more... “i can’t study anymore. let’s just go.”

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