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k-hotchoisan · 5 months

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Congrats on 500 I'm so proud!! I'd love to request number 21from your 'this or that' list, excited to see what you will choose!

21. Get fucked by San in the dance studio or Get fucked by Jongho in the recording studio?

NO BC YOU SAW THE SHIT ABOUT ATEEZ SAYING SAN DANCES SHIRTLESS IN THE DANCE STUDIO?????? I CANT KEEP PRETENDING IM GOd’S STRONGEST SOLDIER COS IM NOT!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

IT HAS NOT LEFT MY MIND SINCE THEN

No thanks to the sexual tension, you and San obviously do more than just dance in the dance studio.

Genre/Warnings: semi public sex, smut, sweaty sex 🔥, mirror sex, unprotected sex, cream pies, dirty talk

Tag list: @bro-atz @diamond-3 (message me if you wanna be in my taglist!)

K’s500: this or that? Masterlist

You don’t know how you ended up here, in the practice room, but it was probably because San ended up luring you and trapping you here. You knew you should have turned your heel and left the damn room when you found the rumors of him always going shirtless during dance practice were true.

And now he has you on his lap, grinding against his hard-on, your hands feeling every part of skin like a fucking buffet. You’ve almost been dreaming for this. He has his lips locked on yours, his thumb grazing your bottom lip to remind you to hang your jaw open for him. You swear he could eat you whole and you’d just allow it to happen.

San’s gaze lands on the mirror before him and he cracks a smile as he shifts you to have your back agains his chest. Your face flushes at the sight of you in the mirror, spread out, the lights of room only enhancing how wet your cunt looks. San drags his fingers over your hole with two fingers as he tugs your folds open, and the slick only glistens underneath the bright lights.

His voice is melting any common sense you have left in your mind as he mutters right into your ear, “we should take advantage of this mirror, shouldn’t we?”

“What if we get caught?” you ask, albeit breathlessly as you feel his hard erection just pressing against your spine.

“We won’t”, San replies, trailing his hands up to your tits under your shirt as he gives them a squeeze, making you gasp. He’s peppering kisses and bites down your neck as he switches back and forth from lightly pinching your nipples and squeezing your tits, evidently, that was more than enough to turn you into putty in his hands as you sigh, shutting your eyes to just sink into the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes open,” he commands, and your eyes flutter open, if it’s not you noticing the way you’re spreading your legs even wider, it’s the way he’s staring at you through the mirror looking hungry as fuck for you. Your shirt is lifted all the way up over your chest, and you’re practically naked in front of him. You feel so exposed but something about seeing yourself looking so aroused and being touched all over by Choi San only turned you on even more.

“Fuck me, please”, you murmur, loud enough for him to hear. He hears it, that’s definite, but he tilts his head, acting confused.

“Come again, babe? Didn’t hear you.”

You bite your lip.

“I want you to fuck me”, you say, a little louder this time. San continues to feign ignorance. He shakes his head, “still can’t hear you Angel.”

“Fucking hell. I need you to fuck me dumb, Choi fucking San!” You exclaim, tightening your grip on his arm.

That’s only when San has his satisfied smile plastered, before lifting you off his lap, and removing his sweats. You stare at the way his cock emerges from the fabric and swallow hard. As he pumps his cock a couple of times, he pats his lap for you to sit on and you immediately comply.

There you are, back facing his chest again, as you stare at the way he’s fucking his hand through the mirror. He’s doing his best to hold back but you could tell the way his eyes are starting to glaze over from the pleasure.

You hover over his cock and slowly sink yourself in, eyes rolling at how he’s stretching you so fucking good at every inch he pushes in. You gasp when his cockhead presses deep in you, before completely dropping onto him, and a groan escapes San’s lips, his hands adding pressure on your lips.

“You feel so fucking good, babe”, he sighs into your ear, shifting slightly to make sure he’s buried in you to the hilt, and oh god does it feel like fucking heaven.

It’s almost automatic—you lift your hips slightly before dropping down, your hands gripping his thighs. No, it felt too fucking good that you could barely even move yourself. A soft chuckle drifts into your ear.

“Dick too fucking good?” He asks. But obviously he never gives you the chance to answer because he thrusts his hips up, and a broken cry releases from your lips.

“S-San-“ you cry out, but San begins to catch a steady rhythm of fucking you from below.

He reminds you again, “look at the mirror, look at how fucking pretty you look right now, look at how you’re getting ruined by me.” You barely keep your eyes open, and the sight on the mirror was borderline pornographic—his cock being swallowed by your hole as he pulls out again, watching the way you cream on his cock.

“You’re squeezing me darling”, San laughs, even though it’s through a broken moan. You’re starting to sob a little because it feels so fucking good. San strokes your thighs, only for him to hold them open as he ensures his whole length is deep in you every time he fucks into you.

“San, so deep. You’re so fucking deep”, you mutter, slowly losing any ounce of rationality.

“Does it feel good?”

You nod. “More. Break me.”

Something flashes in his eyes for a moment that you don’t catch because he has you lying on the ground with your ass up, and he forces you to look at the mirror as he has his fingers curl around your neck, and his other hand holds your hips before he pushes his cock back into you again.

Your eyes roll back, and another sob escapes you. He doesn’t let you adjust and he rails you from the back. You have no choice but to watch the way he pounds into you from the back in the mirror, the wet slapping sounds even louder this time. You hear his groans that grow higher in octave, and you don’t register the way drool is threatening to slip past the corner of your lips.

“Too much! S-San!” You cry out the moment you feel something funny in your abdomen. He ignores you, only replying with a curt smile before landing his hand on your ass, causing you to jerk forward in surprise, your mouth hanging open.

“Let it go. You know you want to.”

The strange feeling tightens in your stomach the more he hits deep into you, until you completely break and scream his name, squirting all over him, your mind going blank as your body convulses in bliss. San makes sure you ride your orgasm out before he sinks himself deep into you, and warm fluid spurts right into your cunt.

“Fuck. That’s it. Take it all in your cunt, darling”, he grunts, squeezing your ass as he empties himself in you.

There’s a short moment of silence before he pulls out. You slump onto the cold, wooden floor, trying to catch your breath, watching San pull his sweats up again, pocketing his phone and towel. You feel him tugging your shorts up for you and your shirt over your shoulders, and then his arms under you as he carries you, placing a kiss on your temple.

Through hazed eyes, you pout.

“We’re definitely gonna get caught”, which San only replies with a soft laugh.

“It’s practicing—just a different kind.”

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez smut #smut #ateez fic #kpop smut #choi san smut #Choi san #choi san x reader

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onelatenight-longago · 6 months

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Stepping Into The (Spot) Light

Warnings/Tags: Fem!Reader, Depictions of Violence and Torture, semi-soft Buggy, he's a danger but also a marshmallow of a man, life on the Big Top, becoming one of the crew, sexual tension and teasing, romance, finding freedom and found family

Description: Buggy plays the hero just the one time and now he's a got a new crew member who will change everything for him.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, life has been pretty draining lately. I wanted to give a MASSIVE thank you to the Anon that reached out to me, you gave me the kick I needed to keep going.

Chp. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] - First Person Chp. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] - Second Person (below)

The crew had assembled, all squeezed in at long tables and sat with more food than you had ever seen in your life. Buggy was beside you the whole time, introducing his ‘freaks’ as he affectionately called them. Telling you all about their skills and acts. He was proud and genuine and it tugged at something in your heart. They may have been a pirate crew but it was easy to see why they were all so loyal to one another and most of all to their captain.

The lion was a surprise to say the least. A man named Mohji introduced the lion as Ritchie, and you couldn’t help but laugh at their similar looks of excitement at meeting someone new. Next were the Funan Brothers, as their act was called then The Acrobatic Fuwas and then the Superhuman Domingos and so on. Each performance group grew rowdier with their introductions while Buggy himself was at the center laughing and cheering his crew on.

It was all so intoxicating, the laughter and cheer. You couldn’t remember ever smiling so much before and by the end of the night your cheeks were sore with delight. Everyone had been just as entranced with your Boa Boa abilities as Buggy had and Ritchie was covered in feathers and dancing about as well as a lion could.

Between laughs you fought back yawns, your body and mind exhausted from the whirlwind of a day you had.

"Come on little dove." Buggy's voice deep and quiet whispered into your ear. You found his detached hand at your hip, pushing you gently from the crowd until you both found yourselves alone outside the main big top tent.

Buggy, all put back together again, watched you closely as you walked about the makeshift circus.

"This all feel like a dream." you said softly to yourself. When Buggy came closer, his look of concern pushed your thoughts from your mind to your mouth. "I've been a captive for so long. I've haven't had a home or a family and now in one night my captor has been…." you faltered.

"Dispatched." Buggy supplied calmly.

"Yes, that." You nodded and turned to him, finding his bright sea blue eyes already stating into your own. "And my rescuer," You nod to him, watching his self-satisfied smile grow. "Has offered me a place on his crew. A home on his ship."

"The Buggy Pirates are very much like a family." He spoke casually with a shrug. "We spend our lives sailing together. Performing together."

"Fighting together." You interrupted.

"Yes, that." Buggy mimicked your earlier reply with a wicked grin on his face. "Come now little dove. I saw that glint in your eyes when you were throwing those knives!" Buggy rounded on you quickly, his hands brushing across your hips as he placed himself behind you. Just as he had been earlier that evening during the show. "You enjoyed it." He whispered into your ear. You couldn't stop the shiver that tore down your spine even if you wanted to.

"I did." You admitted quietly as though more to yourself than to him.

"You belong amongst my crew." He flexed his grip on your hips. "You belong with me."

Something dark and twisted reared it's head in your heart and at the back of your mind and tore yourself from his grip instantly. As you put space between him and you, savage looking black boas appeared all over him. They constricted dangerously.

Buggy was only momentarily surprised, his fight or flight sense causing him to detach limbs where he could to struggle for just a moment before he stilled. His look of anger and fear dulling as he stared at you. That was when you noticed the tears falling down your cheeks and the shake in your hands.

"Shh," Buggy cooed, putting his hands up in surrender. "Come on dove, ease up. I'm sorry. You're safe here, I promise. I don't chain my freaks or even force them. If this is the home you want I will gladly give it to you. If you choose to walk away then so be it. If you wish to sail with us until you are far enough away from anyone who may know you, then leave my company without so much as a second thought then that is fine too."

As Buggy spoke your shallow breaths deepened and you let your tightened muscles ease as the boas slowly slipped away from around him and disappeared.

"You're not the first traumatized performer I'd take onto my crew and you likely won't be the last. I rule the unwanted, the outcasts. I make them fierce and feared so that they will never be treated wrongly again." Buggy crooned, puffing himself up with pride.

"I'm sorry…" You began before Buggy once more stepped into your space, his smile wild and genuine.

"Join me, little dove. Sail the seas with the Buggy pirates until all the world fears you!" Buggy decidedly kept his hands to himself this time, something that made you feel a bit disappointed which you didn't want to examine at the moment.

You could only nod and smile, lost in a sea of emotion, unsure if your voice would betray you if you spoke.

"I need to hear your answer, little dove. I need to know that this is what you want." Buggy spoke softly but with an air of command and another shiver tore it's way down your spine and your skin erupted in gooseflesh. You watched his eyes turn black then a small, laughing voice tore through my thoughts.

"Yes…" You spoke slowly, your voice low and breathy as a smile crept across your face. "Captain." The effect was instant and you got what that small voice in the back of your mind wanted.

Buggy’s hands returned to your hips, his grip just shy of too hard. The rest of him crashed into you, your arms quick to pull around his shoulders to leverage yourself up. The kiss was rough, all lips and teeth every which way. It was spectacular. He laughed deep in his throat as you pushed and pulled each other. You could've climbed him then and there.

When the need for oxygen tore you apart, he pulled back and admired his work. You could feel the grease paint now smeared across your lips and chin, even on your nose and cheeks and you couldn't stop the laugh bubbling up in your chest.

"That's a good look on you little dove!" Buggy laughed again.

He looked hungry and wanting of more. You had known dangerous men all your life and you knew he was one as well. A feared pirate captain capable of gods only knew what. But you could tell then and there that those sharp eyes and even sharper smile, though beaming down at you then, were never meant to and would never harm you.

A small part of you was still wrought with fear. The question lingering of whether or not you were safe. The doubt you had no control of, telling you that he only wanted what he wanted and would take it from you even if you kicked and screamed in fight. Byproducts of a rough life. It's hard to learn trust when all you knew in life was pain. You were reeling at the absurdity of that feeling now blossoming under the attentions of a pirate captain of all people. You were sure there were stranger things to happen.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy the clown x reader fanfiction #buggy one piece #buggy fanfiction

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marypsue · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @rocketnebulas for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

That would be 158!

2. What’s your total word count?

Uhhhhh 1,905,572. Ahah.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Recently and actively, Stranger Things and The Lost Boys. I've also been reasonably prolific for Gravity Falls and Rise of the Guardians.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

This actually surprised me! Duskfall (a Bella/Tanya Twilight AU) is top of this list. And then the rest are more in line with what I expected: Raising Stakes (Gravity Falls vampire!Stan AU), Return, Rewind, Rewrite (Gravity Falls Transcendence AU), Reincarnation Blues (also Gravity Falls Transcendence AU), and A Semi-Normal Life (ditto).

5. Do you respond to comments?

Most of 'em, eventually.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think that's gotta go to this one, where everybody's dead but the main character, who thinks it's his fault. I don't write a lot of angsty non-ambiguous endings, but this one's pretty explicit that things Do Not Improve from here.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhhhhhh. Hm.

Actually, it might be Hive! Which is a weird thing to say about a horror story, and yet.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully I haven't! Although I did once get a tumblr ask trying to gotcha me for writing Jack Frost/Pitch Black, which was extremely funny, because 1) that ship is between two several-hundred-year-old immortals who tried very hard to kill each other for the entire movie and this person was concerned because they thought there might be an age gap between them, and 2) I had written that ship exactly once, at least five years prior to receiving the ask, as a favour for a friend.

9. Do you write smut?

Verrrrrrry occasionally.

10. Do you write crossovers?

There's a reason my profile on AO3 includes the line "I was born with the gift of crossover femslash and I intend to make it everyone's problem."

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Only, as far as I know, by the usual AO3-scraping suspects. Although someone did once rewrite a fairly unique AU of mine from a different character's perspective, using almost all the same plot points, and didn't breathe a word that it had been inspired by my fic or that my fic even existed, which, like. Man, I'm glad you wrote that thing and felt good enough about it to share it, but also a little bit what the fuck.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few times! It's always an honour.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Exactly once. Wouldn't do it again unless the stars aligned absolutely perfectly.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

That's a trick question and one that I will not be answering at this time.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I am going to finish Something Borrowed, Something Blues, so I guess that doesn't count. Uhhhh it would have been nice to finish Imbalance, but I just didn't have as much of a plan for it as I thought I had, and the more time passes the poorer taste the plan I did have seems to be in.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Personally, I think that characterisation is the big one. I can pull together a plot that makes sense and has an emotionally satisfying conclusion. I'm very happy with the way I write suspense/tension. And I've had a couple people now tell me that I do a good job of being descriptive without the description getting in the way, which I'm very proud about.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing! Action scenes! The Dreaded Middle! Not overusing italics!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I've done it, like, twice and I had to use Google Translate because I didn't speak the language and I felt so dirty. For anything more than a word or two, I'd personally either describe the character talking without actually writing out what they're saying (if the POV character doesn't understand what they're saying) or write out/paraphrase the dialogue in English (if the POV character is the speaker/if the POV character does understand what the speaking character is saying).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Wrote for was probably Pokemon, wayyyyyyyyy back in elementary school. Posted was the Hugh Jackman-Kate Beckinsale fever dream Van Helsing. Thankfully I think that one is lost amongst the ruins of ff.net.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

It's still the road goes ever on. It's gonna be the road goes ever on for, like, a while.

I'm going to tag @gretchensinister, @tejoxys, @amethystunarmed, @seiya234, @marzipanandminutiae, @bixxelated, @daddygrandpaandthebeaver, @enquiringangel, @astriiformes, @scribefindegil, @mickeymagpie, and anybody else who'd like to give this a shot!

#chatter

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thoselethalarts · 7 months

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A couple of those ask things I'm curious about

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

12. Easiest part of body to draw

14. Any favorite motifs

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)?

You know, I haven't really thought about it much before 🤔 I feel like left vs right is about the same difficulty level for me to draw, both for 3/4 view and for profile view. Though 3/4 view is probably easier for me to draw of the perspectives. Front-facing is fun too to see a facial structure from a different perspective- literally!

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw?

WEAPONS! Dear god I am AWFUL at drawing weapons, all of them. Guns, knives, swords, bats, whips, spears, crossbows, morning stars, brass knuckles... I am absolutely dogshit at drawing weaponry without some kind of direct reference to trace over, which really sucks because I love weapons and think they're super cool! I have so much respect for people that design their own weapons, especially the ones that have to work with time period-specific limitations (lookin at you, Vinland Saga)

Also as a side note: fuck shoes. I can't draw shoes (or feet) for shit. Every time I draw a shoe I hope ya'll know that it took me at least 5 different references and a 3D model in order to make that happen.

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate?

Pixel artists and animation, ESPECIALLY animation. I simply do not have the patience for any of it, especially hand-drawn animation; I took a class for it in high school years ago and while I did just fine in the class it made me realize that I do NOT have the patience for the medium. 3D animation was a little easier for me but I'm still not skilled enough at timing and distortion to satisfy my creative image.

Also I have so much respect for pixel artists you wouldn't believe. I used to use Fireworks to fill out pixel art bases on DeviantART over a decade ago and while I did have fun with what I did and could still theoretically do it now, it'll never look as nice as I want it to look in my head 😔

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw?

Jackets and sweaters, but also I LOVE drawing things like scarves and capes that can billow in the wind and shift with the movement of the wearer, cuz it adds a whole new dimension of action to what could otherwise be a static pose!

Also also I'm a sucker for fishnets 😊

12. Easiest part of body to draw?

So fun fact about me- I actually LOVE to draw human anatomy. Whenever I draw a character I always start by fully drawing out the character's physical anatomy, and then I draw the clothes, hair, and faces on top of that! Here's some sketches from the Soul Archive to show my semi-chaotic workflow~

So I guess the answer is anything that isn't feet is easy for me to draw lol

14. Any favorite motifs?

Repeated phrases/symbols that initially appear to have no meaning but then the meaning becomes abundantly clear in hindsight as it's revealed throughout the story, or alternatively a phrase/symbol that has a specific meaning that's relevant only to the initial introduction of it which changes over time to mean something entirely new, symbolizing the growth and evolution of the character/identity that uses it, or the shift in tone/focus of the overall story.

EX: "It's eternity in there." and "Longer than you think." - Emesis Blue "One of us must die." - The Doomstar Requiem additionally: The Open Hand - Army of the Doomstar / SOS - Dethklok

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated?

Oh, EASY. My slipknot-inspired TWST piece I'm still incredibly proud of (even if I've redesigned Phobos since then)

#soul speaks #ask game #ask meme

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claradfp3 · 1 year

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'Dalic' is satisfied with Samba, the favorite team – the chess doesn't stop here.

Croatian national team coach Zlatko Dalic He praised his players after they beat Brazil on penalties. and through to the World Cup semi-finals successfully

Croatia beat Japan on penalties in the round of 16 and recently beat Brazil in a shootout.

Neymar gave Brazil the lead in extra time. And it looked like Tite's team would qualify, but then Bruno Petkovic's equalizer sent both teams to a penalty shoot-out.

Dalic was proud of his player, but insisted Croatia would not be satisfied with just reaching the semi-finals. And want to make a surprise in the tournament in Qatar

“Congratulations boys, great game from the first to the last minute. And we successfully knocked ทดลองเล่นสล็อต out the favorite team, ”said Dalic.

“This is Croatia. I told them not to be careless. Pride, courage, faith, love for the homeland and the Croat always succeed. Congratulations on this result, I'm so proud. This is not the end, we have to keep going.

“This victory belongs to everyone. Everyone gave their all and thanked those on the bench who didn't play. They all fight for the nation.”

“This victory belongs to the people of Croatia, let Croats from all over the world enjoy this. I know you love us enjoy with it With a population of only 3 million, Croatia has made it to the semi-finals two times in a row. These people are extraordinary.

#ข่าวกีฬา #ข่าวกีฬาต่างประเทศ #ข่าวกีฬาฟุตบอล #ข่าวกีฬาวันนี้#ข่าวกีฬาไทย #ทรูสปอร์ต #ฟุตบอล #ข่าวฟุตบอล

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allsassnoclass · 2 years

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hiya hazel! how about 4, 7, 14, 27, 33, 48, 53, 74, & 79 for the fic writer ask game? -megs 💙

@igarbagecannoteven hiya megs! thanks for stopping by!

4. How do you choose which fics to write? vibes. just whatever i'm feeling. sometimes i force myself to do fics that have "due dates" (the prompts, ficmas, unmute, etc) but i'm trying to not do that to myself anymore and right now i'm just slapping down words to whatever i want at the time and not thinking about public perception or my audience or whatever

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

She knows that he can't save her, but she never wanted him to, anyway. He understands her, and that sometimes feels like the same thing.

14. What is your favorite location and position to write in? i am currently sitting in the right corner of the couch in the living room, which is my main place i exist in the house tbh. as such, a lot of writing happens here. however, i also sometimes have a lot of success and fun writing at the table in the breezeway! i'm a little sad that i didn't start doing this until recently because it is getting colder out now

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in? usually i feel like i have strong plots and worlds and can create them relatively easily. however, i have been struggling with this semi-recently, so... idk? i can write alright dialogue?

33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most? (fun fact, 33 is one of my favorite numbers!) for anything on ao3, my minimum wordcount is 1000. i don't feel satisfied posting anything less than that and honestly am not good at writing stories shorter than that. i take a lot of words usually. however, for askbox prompts my wordcount cap is 750 because i'm not going to push myself to write more if it's not coming.

48. Who is your favorite character to write for? Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom? mmmm interesting question! out of every character i've ever written, i think right now it's michael. he comes relatively easily to me, which makes things fun.

53. What is the most-used tag on your ao3? Christmas :/ because of ficmas lol

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love? all of them <3 no that's a lie. let me see. i think i'm going to plug black coffee and sulfur, my demon!calum fic from last halloween. i don't naturally gravitate towards writing concepts like that, but i think i did a pretty good job, and i think a lot more people would enjoy it than have read it so far.

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share? i know that everyone says this but genuinely STOP caring about other people when you write. do not do that. write because you want to write, not because you want to post something. post because you want to share, for sure (i like sharing things i've created!!! i like sharing things i'm proud of and i like giving people nice things to read!), but write because you want to write, not because you want external validation. write that cringy embarrassing thing that you would only ever post on anon but that you have a lot of exciting inspiration for! write the trope that no one except you cares about! write what you want because you want to write it, not because you're putting some sort of weird internal pressure on yourself.

if you want like. technical advice on writing, then my advice would be to take some time to know your characters. figure out who they are and let them drive the plot, because it will make writing so much easier if you're not forcing them to do things that they would never actually do.

fanfic writing asks

#ask #megs #igarbagecannoteven #this would've been done over an hour ago but i got distracted going through the fics on my ao3 lol #i've got some good stuff over there #some ones that everyone including me forgets about but that slap #thanks for asking megs!

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sylverstorms · 3 years

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Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 6

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

It becomes a sort of evening ritual between the two of you, waking Cassandra up at sunset.

You're always cautious with your movements and how much light you allow in from the hallway as you enter her lavish bedroom, but the cold fear that used to grip at your chest is no longer there.

Measured steps take you to the edge of her bed.

Cassandra usually sleeps on her side, yet today she's on her front, firm back and creamy thigh tantalizingly on display against satin crimson sheets. Her pretty face is turned halfway into her pillow, a river of rich brown waves falling behind her ear and over one shoulder.

The sight makes you stop and stare for a moment. A strange feeling —accomplishment?— swells within your chest at the thought you know just how smooth and sensitive that skin is.

Then you shake your head at yourself. Pull it together. It's one thing to accept you're in a mutually beneficial arrangement with a killer —you remain intact, she scratches an itch, both of you share the pleasure as a means of escape or passing the time— but it is entirely another to be proud of it.

She's nothing of yours. Not your lover, certainly not your girl. That would imply you stand on equal ground which you most certainly do not. You're exactly what she calls you;

A plaything.

The question is, inside your head, what do you call her?

"My lady." you say, keeping your voice low. She doesn't stir but somehow you know she's awake.

"Either wake me up nicely or don't wake me at all." the words come semi-muffled against her pillow. "If I wanted to hear 'my lady' I'd have another maid come."

Well. She does seem to enjoy when you take some creative liberties. So you lean forward and press your lips just over her knee, then move a tad higher on her thigh, then kiss the veins visible on her hand.

Cassandra's mouth slowly pulls into a pleased smile as she turns onto her side. Her fingers then curl on the neckline of your shirt and tug you forward, into a quick little kiss that ends with a nibble on your tongue.

You always get anxious when she does that —it's probably why she does it in the first place— that you'll end up with a piece missing, but so far you haven't even been cut. And if you're honest with yourself, which you're not, but if you were... the thrill is a turn on.

Cassandra licks her lips and scoots back, patting the spot she just vacated on the queen-sized mattress. You look at her, confused. Surely she isn't suggesting...

"Come, now. I don't bite." A devilish smirk curls her mouth while she tells probably the biggest lie of the year. "Keep me company until dinner."

You climb onto her bed like it's a freaking minefield. As carefully as you lower yourself onto the crimson sheets, however, the bruises across your sides still protest. You subtly suck in air through your teeth.

Cassandra's fingers slide over to you, to the exposed part of your waist from where your shirt has risen up. There's a visible patch of purple there that she traces —the coolness of her skin is so soothing— until she presses into it. The brief flare of pain makes you gasp. She giggles.

"You make such nice expressions to pain." she says, as though tempted to draw more from you.

"I've been told my pleasured ones are better." you reply quickly.

Cassandra chuckles. "Is that so?" Her yellowish eyes are gleaming with amusement as she pushes you onto your back and straddles you.

The sight is enough to steal your breath away. The sinful black of her underwear peeks through the royal red of the sheets tangled around her waist, all a wonderful antithesis with her incredibly pale skin.

You want to touch. But then you may lose your hands, so you lock your muscles down and wait for her move.

Cassandra slowly trails a slender finger up your neck, all the way to the underside of your bottom lip. "...yeah, they're good too." she breathes, although you've almost forgotten what you were talking about.

"Can't hold a candle to yours." you whisper back. At this point, you're not really capable of rational thought.

You loathe the effect she has on you. How everything she's done can just be bypassed in your head whenever she gets like this with you.

Cassandra's mouth twists into a near coy little smile. "I'll take your word for it." she says. "There hasn't been anyone else to see them, so."

Wait. Your mind stutters to a halt. Wait. What?

According to rumor, the Dimitrescus have been around for over one hundred years. From what you've seen in the castle, probably longer. And you... you're her first?

"Cat got your tongue?" she giggles again, taking your chin between two long fingers. "I think I may like surprise on you best."

You want to ask if nobody's ever interested her before, but you're afraid to overstep. Cassandra seems to know, though and has no problems answering your unasked question;

"The first few dozen years after the mutations were... very bad. The hunger and thirst were enough to drive one mad. Didn't leave much room for anything else." she explains. "And humans in general are only attractive to me chained up and bled out."

Something inside you recoils at how casually she says it. Like she's simply commenting on the weather.

"But you... you have a little spark that I like." She smirks down at you.

"What about before?" you ask.

"Hm?"

"You said after the mutations. What about before?"

Cassandra's smile gets swallowed up by the abyss so quickly you wonder if you imagined it there. Tension builds at her temples and her eyes take on an icy quality that feels like it extinguishes all warmth in the room.

"There is no before."

You've never heard her voice like that. You hope you never will again, either.

The conversation drifts to lighter subjects, then. She asks you about the world beyond the village and you share what you remember from your childhood, until it is time to escort her to dinner.

But even as she eats and talks with her family, even when she leaves with her mother and sisters and you're left alone, to clean after bloody plates with the other maids, you can't shake off that look in her eyes when you dared ask about her life pre-mutations.

The more you linger on it... there's only one word that comes to mind as an accurate description.

Haunted.

Deep in your slumber, you hear the telltale buzzing of flies.

Something winged flutters against your cheek, but you merely stir. It prods at your jaw and you grunt. Leave me alone, you want to protest, brain muddled with sleep still.

Until.

A nip that cuts a thin line on your jaw has you springing upright in bed. "Agh!" Your hand flies to the wound, eyes wide.

A familiar form materializes out of an insect swarm, right in front of you. Cassandra grabs at your hand before you can start flailing and panicking any harder than you already are. Your lungs empty of hair in the milliseconds it takes you to realize she's not here to kill you.

Probably.

"Calm down." she says it like you're overreacting.

You try to take a deep, relaxing breath, but she leans forward in the meantime, running the tip of her tongue over the fresh cut on you. So much for oxygen. She even hums against your neck. Despite the sting, your stomach flutters.

Cassandra pulls back, licking her lip. "There. All better now?"

No. Your heart is trying to jump out of your chest. Has she never heard of knocking? For the love of everything Holy out there, it's the middle of the night.

"W-what are you doing here?" you ask.

A dramatic huff escapes her. "I'm bored."

Ah, yes, that makes a lot of sense. You spare a moment to wonder what your life has come to, then accept lack of proper rest and sit back against your pillows. Cassandra takes it as an invitation to push off her hood and plant herself next to you.

"Do you... want to go for a walk outside?" you suggest, uncertain.

Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree for a moment. Then she seems to remember something that dims the glow. "Ugh. Can't. It's way too cold tonight."

That... shouldn't be and issue for her, should it? It makes you wonder.

"Well, if I stay here I'm going to fall asleep." you sheepishly admit.

Cassandra's gaze darkens as she runs her fingertips down the taut skin of your bare middle, leaning over you like a lioness cornering her prey.

"I don't mind biting you awake if you do."

You want to say that you mind, yet her lips are on top if yours, smooth, tasting of strawberry lipbalm and that's the end of that conversation.

"But I am willing to cut you a deal." A manicured nail presses a bit at the middle of your chest. "Put that smart tongue of yours to good use and I'll let you get your sleep."

So spoiled and so demanding, you think. But then, looking at her face this close up... So beautiful.

You forget all about sleep for the next half hour or so as you focus solely on Cassandra, your bedroom filling with her quiet sighs and moans.

True to her word, she does ease back when she's satisfied and you're so tired your eyes start drooping before you've even lowered your head to your pillow.

She doesn't move to leave though... and you find that you don't mind.

When you drift off to sleep this time, your last thought is that the gentle chill of her body beside yours is almost...

Comforting.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x oc #resident evil village #fanfiction #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #am I obsessed with her?#yes I am :)#but imagine if her sadism has its roots on emotional trauma #and we'll never know because capcom scammed us on their importance to the story

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kaashiboo · 3 years

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haikyuu boys reacting to you talking to an attractive guy part. 1

┇ akaashi and shirabu

→ fluff

【warnings: swearing】

gn! reader

✎ a/n: i got a bit carried away with shirabu's AAAAHHH. it makes me sad because im a huge shirabu simp but im content deprived so pls expect me to write more about shirabu for an unhealthy amount of times!<3

part 2 - coming soon (ft. tendou and iwaizumi)

akaashi

"y/n." he said, almost as if he was whispering but he didn't want to bother you as you seem interested in the conversation that you were having with your male classmate.

"darling." he tried once again, tugging on the hem of his your jacket. fortunately, you turned to him this time.

"i thought we were going to the newly opened coffee shop." he reminded you.

"oh yeah! okay, wait a sec." you smiled at him and returned your attention back to your classmate.

'ouch' he thought.

the seconds you promised turned into another ten minutes and so he was just standing there behind you awkwardly. he wasn't even paying attention to the conversation, he was just busy watching as your eye lit up in excitement. the way you would make weird gestures with your hands to furthermore elaborate your story. he noticed as well how attentive you look as the boy speaks, you leaning in to hear him better. heck, you didn't even bother to cover your mouth as you laugh— not that he hated it but you were never like that to him.

he blinks, starting to feel uneasy and having the urge to pull you out of the scene but he knows very well that you're not his property and that he has no right to tell you who and who not to talk to. as long as you're safe then he's fine with it.

he tries reassuring himself that your classmate was nothing more than just a friend but his insecurities were starting to slowly get into his head. he looks down to his feet, brows furrowed as an attempt to distract himself from his thoughts.

"keiji?" you spoke softly, placing your hand on his shoulder. he looked up, staring right behind you but your classmate was no longer there.

'how long was i spacing out?'

"are you okay?" you asked. taking out your handkerchief from your pocket to wipe the beads of sweat that were on his forehead.

"do you feel sick? we could always go to the shop next time."

"i'm fine." he curtly replied. he panicked as soon as he realized how rude his response was but he immediately relaxed when he saw you smiling gently at him.

"if you say so." you reached for his hand, and intertwined your fingers together as he lets you lead the way.

the short walk from your school to the cafe was quiet— quieter than usual. you told him to find a seat and offered to order for the both of you.

he wanted to protest and tell you that he could have paid for it but he chose not to. he really did want to talk but the unsettling feeling hasn't disappeared yet which made him want to not say anything at all.

you quickly found akaashi and sat across him. his hands were clasped together, resting on the table and so you placed your hands on top of his. giving it a light squeeze.

"you've been awfully quiet. do you want to talk about it?" he contemplated on whether he should tell you about his weird feelings or not but he decided that it would be better if he opened up.

"earlier," he paused, not really knowing how he should start it. if you weren't close to him then you probably wouldn't have heard that he spoke. you decided to let your hands on the table instead of his hands.

"when you were with your classmate, i was glad to see how happy you looked as you talked to him but it felt weird, i don't know why but the way you acted around him was completely different compared to when you're with me... " his voice shrunk.

"i apologize for thinking like this, y/n. i know it's completely immature of me. let's just— forget about it." he slightly frowned, grabbing his own drink and took a sip from it.

"were you perhaps... jealous, my love?" you chuckled and he playfully rolled his eyes at you.

"it's nothing, darling." he denies.

"it's clearly something, keiji. and besides, what you felt— or i assume, what you're currently feeling, is valid. i should be the one apologizing, okay? i'm glad you opened up to me." you reach for your drink next to his but akaashi was quick enough to get a hold of your wrists with his one hand effortlessly while the other grabbed your drink , the straw near your mouth. you looked at him in confusion.

"just drink it. i don't want to let go." he lets out a slight scoff, staring away from your teasing looks. you obliged before he changes his mind and take away your drink.

he still hasn't let go and you chuckled at how stubborn he was. he knew he could have let you use your other to hand to grab your drink but oh well.

"but seriously, keiji. you probably weren't listening but we were talking about something else." he doesn't know how your statement was supposed to make him feel better but he nodded, urging you to continue.

"i'm not gonna tell you to stop being jealous because i think that's easier said than done but i just want to assure you. we were talking about how his date went because he has a crush on my best friend and they finally went out. he doesn't like me and i don't like him in that way either." you explained calmly.

"and i'm sorry for making you think that i'm not comfortable around you. i think you took it the other way around though. just because you see me more hyper when i'm with others, doesn't mean i don't feel at ease when i'm with you. you make me feel safe and normal." you sheepishly confessed.

"oh." he mumbled.

"'oh'? that's all you're gonna say?" you joked, your gaze diverting on the table where he was still busy playing with your hands.

"sorry for jumping into conclusions."

"it's alright. i love you, remember that."

"i love you more, y/n."

shirabu

"goshiki. have you seen y/n?" shirabu asked as soon as he approached goshiki's table.

"huh? why are you asking me that? aren't we from different classes and year?" he tilted his head, confused with shirabu's visible frown.

"yea— i know that, shut up. you know what— never mind." he groaned and left.

break time is almost over and you still haven't shown up. shirabu may never admit but he truly is worried about you.

he stormed to the classroom of your previous class, silently opening the door, and peeked inside. only to see you sitting on your chair with your male classmate standing in front of your desk, a hand resting on the table to support his upper body as he leans down to meet your face.

he scoffs loudly, your head immediately turning to his direction, and leaned away from the boy.

"this is a school. not a motel." shirabu snarled.

"why are you here?" you raised a brow at him while your male classmate stood up straight, fixing his uniform along.

"i— i wanted to check something here but i was not expecting two irresponsible students deciding to flirt in a classroom. have you ever heard of good manners?" he crossed his arms on his chest. watching as you harshly shove your belongings into your bag before making your way to where he was.

you stood in front of him. having to look up a bit to match his piercing gaze, "you're smart but you're bad at making assumptions." you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him to the side to make way for yourself.

"where do you think you're going?" he shouted, trailing behind you as you try your best to get past the crowd.

"i don't know what the hell is your problem with me, shirabu. would you please mind your own business? what are you? my significant other? asshole." you rolled your eyes and continued your journey to wherever your feet decide to lead you as long as he would not be near you.

you looked over your shoulders. seeing that he already stopped following you. you were supposed to feel glad about it but you felt otherwise.

it has been exactly four days. four days without your usual bickerings with shirabu. the whole volleyball team was surprised. it's not like you stopped visiting them to watch their practice, but your interactions with the setter have drastically decreased. no one dared to ask about it and they all act like nothing is happening but the tension still somehow got in the way as you converse with the others. the pair of eyes carefully watching your every move and it took you all the energy to not look back.

'seriously? who does he think he is? it's so annoying. how dare he jump to conclusions. and besides, even if he was right, why does it matter to him so much.' you tried to convince yourself but it wasn't enough to overpower how you actually felt about the whole ignoring situation. you did try to approach him the other day but backed out.

semi noticed that you were spacing out the whole time as he was talking about something. not even the blow of the whistle was enough for you to snap back to reality and so he just patted your back before running back to the court to continue the practice.

you sighed to yourself and felt your phone buzz, receiving a text from haru.

haru: hey y/n! i'm in the library right now. i'll be waiting.

you wanted to bid your goodbye to them but they were too engrossed with practice so you decided to just leave without uttering a single word.

"shirabu! where are you going?" tendou watched as his teammate's figure disappeared from his sight.

"ah, young love." he clicked his tongue in amusement.

"hi haru!" you greeted and he offered a smile before he put his index finger to his mouth, a friendly reminder that you two are in the library. you whispered an apology before sitting beside him.

"so, how'd you do in the exam?" he starts.

"i don't think i'm very satisfied with it but i got a 90% so i guess it's not that bad." you talked as you took out your own textbooks and placed the test results on the table for him to see.

he gasps jokingly, "i beg to disagree that it's not a good grade. i literally got an 88%" he playfully punched your shoulders and proceeded to tell you how proud he was that you managed to ace the exam with his help.

"i hope you don't mind if we settle here instead? i didn't really want to bother my roommate and i think most classrooms are occupied right now." he looks at you apologetically.

"don't sweat about it." you reassured, placing your hand over his that was on the table but you immediately retracted your hand when you heard someone cough.

"what do you want?" you tried to sound tough but you were intimidated by his dark gaze even though he didn't mean to scare YOU off.

"let's talk." he looks straight into your eyes.

"no."

"oh? i wasn't asking. i was demanding." he then grabbed all your belongings, carefully but hurriedly putting them inside your bag and zipping it close, and slung it on his shoulder.

"shira—"

"kenjirō." he cut you off and impatiently grabbed your wrist, not forgetting to give haru one last glare before dragging you along to wherever he planned on taking you.

his pace was fast and you tried your best to keep up with him, being careful in order to not trip.

he abruptly stopped on his tracks which took you by surprise and almost hit your face on his back. he gently pushed you inside the volleyball team's clubroom and you finally gave in and decided to let him.

none of you spoke as you got inside. you leaned on the wall just beside the door. staring intently at your bag that he placed on the floor. having no intentions of making eye contact with him.

however, you didn't expect it when he suddenly stepped closer and nuzzled his face into your neck. "k-kenjirō?" you stammer, reluctantly hugging him and rubbing circles on his back for comfort.

"is there something wrong?" you whispered and he finally pulled away from the hug.

"sorry."

"kenji—"

"shut up," wow okay.

"i'm sorry for... being mean— not that it's something new but i didn't realize how bad it was to accuse you of something that you may or may not do... but that's not the point. i know you're bad at flirti—"

"kenjirō, are you apologizing or insulting me?" you let out a laugh. oh how he missed hearing that.

"right. anyway, i'm sorry i made you upset to the point that you had to avoid me," he was about to continue but you interrupted him.

"avoid you— what?! i thought YOU were avoiding me so i didn't want to bother you!" you exclaimed and the two of you stared at each other in confusion.

"so you weren't mad at me?" he narrowed his eyes at you, a hint of doubt laced within his voice.

"no? i mean, i was pretty upset that you thought i had the time to flirt with someone but it wasn't a big deal and my anger only lasted for an hour." you tried to elaborate.

"but why didn't you approach me the day after? heck, you didn't even spare a glance at me during practice!"

"because i thought you were mad at me!" you exasperated, massaging your temples at the same time.

"god, y/n. so you're telling me i avoided you for nothing?" you hesitantly nodded at him, mind still filled with questions.

"why were you so affected by it anyway," you mumbled.

"excuse me?" he raised a brow, sounding as offended as ever.

"imagine seeing the person you like to be with another attractive guy and be PHYSICALLY close with him. how would you feel then?" you were taken aback by his sudden confession but you decided to play along with his i'm-still-in-denial-game.

"well, i don't know about that because the person i like is constantly surrounded by handsome guys on the volleyball team but i was never jealous."

"so you like someone from the team," he humorlessly chuckled. "this is pointless." he stated.

you groaned at how slow he was, "you're so stupid. it's you who i like, kenjirō! oh my god i can't believe you're this dumb." he stared at you in disbelief, using his index finger to point at himself, "me?"

"no. the fucking wall, kenjirō. i like the wall!" you shut your eyes closed, trying not to get your annoyance into your head.

"then who were you wi—"

"a friend, shirabu kenjirō. haru is a friend who offered to tutor me for the whole week since exams are coming." you reassure.

"but why him? do i look like someone who won't tutor you?"

"yes..." your voice trailed off and he stood there, dumbfounded with how straightforward you were.

"but if you just admit that you were jealous then maybe i'd approach you instead." you joked.

"i wasn't jealous but you're changing your tutor whether you like it or not. now, come on and let's tell him so i could finally go back to practice." he picked up your bag and tossed it to you.

"you're not gonna ask me out first?" you teased before placing your hand at the doorknob.

"well then, go out with me."

"i said ask, not demand." you rolled your eyes.

"as if you'd have a choice anyway."

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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❛ COME TO BED, I CAN'T SLEEP WITHOUT YOUR HIPS PRESSED AGAINST MINE ❜

❚❙ OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA MASTERLIST.

✨ REQUEST by @meteora-fc: heyo! please can you do 3 from the smut prompt list with bishop 😏 ty ty!!

✨ Prompt: “Come to bed, I can't sleep without your hips pressed against mine”.

Gif credit: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

WORDS: about 1.5k.

Warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, a little of overstimulation, mention of bodily fluid.

❚❙ A/N: thanks for requesting, my dear. I hope you enjoy this piece I wrote in less than 30 minutes, which is a record time. I’m sorry it took me so long and I know this should be part of ‘January of Prompts’, but I decided to take it as another request due it has been impossible for me to write this challenge.

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You have been trying to sleep for an hour now, but it has become an impossible mission knowing that your husband is still awake for some reason. He has been through some shit with Los Olvidados and Miguel Galindo lately and he doesn't want you to worry you feeling him spinning around your shared bed as he fights to fall asleep. But you prefer that than being alone. Getting up brushing your hair with your fingers, you lead your bare feet to the back porch, crossing your arms and rubbing them with both hands to get warm as you come closer to the outside.

Bishop is sitting on a chair with his legs rested on the wooden railings, smoking and holding an empty beer. Wrapping his chest from behind with your arms, you lean forward to press a gentle kiss on his raspy jawline. And you can't help but let go a soft purr as you sink your nose into the gap between his neck and his shoulder. Setting off the cig in the ashtray, he lands his right hand on the back of your head closing his eyes for a second.

“Come to bed... I can’t sleep without your hips pressed against mine”. You whisper into his ear with a provocative tone of voice, extending the last four words to highlight them.

You can see the smirk appearing on his face a second before standing up and lacing his fingers with yours, so you can guide him through your house straight to the main bedroom. In your way, he isn't able to put his free hand away from your throat to earn some exposed skin of your neck to kiss it slowly. Once Bishop puts a hand on your body, he can't stop touching you.

As soon as you reach your bed and tuck in, you get what you wanted, what you needed. His strong arms surround you without hesitation, pressing his body against yours; too close there's no distance between both. His lips continue adhered to you, leaving mouth-opened kisses from his starting point till finding your mouth in the middle of the gloom. Bishop tastes like nicotine and alcohol, but it doesn't disgust you, sliding your tongue into his cavity to crash with his in a friendly match.

Your husband bites and sucks your bottom lip, slowly swinging his hips against your ass and creating some friction as your t-shirt rolls up and down with every move from his body. You don't shut the soft moans that soon fills your room, grabbing his right wrist massaging your nipples over the cotton fabric to direct it down over your abdomen. His palm getting dragged gives you shivers, closing your eyelids when his fingertips caress your hipbone ending up playing with the waistband of your black panties.

“Tell me what you want, querida…” Bishop's voice puts you to tremble briefly, so needed after a couple of days without feeling him this close.

“I want you, Obispo”. You almost sob, dancing your hips in sync to earn more friction against the bulge growing under his boxers. “Need you inside me tonight… I need you”.

“I'll do anything for you”. He murmurs, while his hand makes his way to your already-ready pussy. “I'm so sorry for unattending you… Could you forgive me, mi amor?”

While he continues speaking to you, his index finger slightly caresses your swollen clit causing you to gasp eagerly.

“Yes… Yes, Bish”.

“I'll make it up to you”. And you know pretty well he will keep his promise.

Removing his hand from your panties, your husband pulls them down through your legs before doing the same with his underwear. You stirr at the simple touch of his bare skin and the heat it emanates from. Bishop urges you to raise a leg so he can guide his hard cock to your folds, playing with them as the head rubs your entrance to coat it with your arousal. And it feels so damn good after two days. Placing his hand on your inner thigh, he makes his way through your warm and soaked pussy, nailing his hardness as deep as he is able.

“Oh, god…” You cry out intertwining your fingers with the ones gripping your throat, rolling your eyes to the back of your head inevitably.

Bishop is so thick and big that you know you won't ever adjust to his size. He's aware of it, always giving you some seconds to get used to his cock, even if he adores the way your cunt suffocates him every time he's balls deep between your legs.

“Move… please… please”.

Sticking his chest to your back under the sheets, your husband rocks his hips slowly, taking his time to enjoy that being buried inside your body is the only way he feels like he's at home. There's no better place for him.

“You take me so good, baby girl… You're so tight… Can you feel it, ah?” His hoarse words fall onto your ear, urging you to lie a little over your back so he can devour your mouth.

Bishop doesn't give you the chance to reply, invading your cavity with his tongue and his grunts as his pelvis speed up furiously when he knows that your walls are already adjusted to his prominent erection. Tossing your leg behind to his and freeing his hand, he directs it to your breasts straight to one of your nipples. Bishop pinches it, twists it, pulls it, earning the delicious whinings that make him feel proud of satisfying you.

“Fuck, cariño… Oh, fuck… Please… Please, Obispo… fuck me harder”.

You can't deny you're such a filthy and needed whore for your man's dick. That's a fact. And can't do anything, but take your wishes as his commands. He lives for making you happy. The pace of his thrusts increases, creating a beautiful noise that fills your room when his hardness is sunk into your soaked cunt, not giving you time to catch back your breathing.

“Mi amor, you're so damn… perfect for me…” Bishop growls against your lips, keeping eye contact since he loves to see every expression drawn on your face. “You're my home… the only place I wanna come back… every single second of my life”.

You try to tell him how much you love him between short and clumsy kisses, running out of air and feeling the pearls of sweat touring your forehead.

Your husband needs to hear you screaming his name, substituting his lips for his fingers and sliding them into your mouth.

“Suck them, baby girl… Suck them like I know you can”.

And you give him a whole show, moans included before leading them to your thighs. Bishop spreads your folds using his digits, as he moves them from up to down stroking your most sensitive skin right now. He has learned how to touch you by paying attention to your vocals, how loud they are, the words you try to utter. Your husband knows to perfection how much pleasure these caresses to your inner lips provokes you, while he continues pounding you with no mercy. That gesture shortens the time you can resist till finding the orgasm, but when you explode, he pushes your soul out of your body.

Bishop makes you cum. He makes you cry, screams his full name, trying to put his hand away from your pussy when he wants to continue rubbing your satisfied pearl with his fingertips from one side to another; overstimulating you as he hasn't finished yet. You can't even talk, nor think. You aren't strong enough to make him stop, crashing his body against yours until emptying himself inside your guts.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart!”

His seed fills you completely, pressing his anatomy to yours as his arms wrap you as much tight as he is able to. Bishop can feel his dick twitching buried in your more than pleased hole, as your legs and your hands are shaking for too much pleasure roaming every single inch of you.

“Good girl… Good girl”. Bishop whispers against your neck, resting his forehead there during a short moment. “You're the goodest girl, my lovely wife… You know how to cheer me up…”

“That's my job”. You giggle barely breathing, getting comfier under his tight grip. You don't want him to move away from you. “Don't… pull it out, please…”

“Want it inside the whole time, ah?” Bishop scoffs, pressing his body a little more against you, earning a soft and broken gasp. “Beg for it… I love to hear you begging”.

“I shouldn't”. You complain. “I've been a good girl… not disturbing you while you were working… and I was here alone. Needing my husband. So I have the right to keep your dick inside me a little more, Obispo. I'm not going to beg for it”.

You can feel him chuckling in silence, infecting you with his good humor after releasing all the tension the club has caused on him.

“Whatever”. He teases you, pretending to move back and not hear your speech.

But you don't let him. Of course not. You force his arms to stay around your body, sticking your body to his. You can't avoid a soft grunt escaping your lips when Bishop pushes his semi-erection a little deeper, hitting unexpectedly your g-spot. He's going to kill you. That's for sure.

#lemme know what you think in a comment! ✨#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #mayans mc #bishop losa imagine #bishop losa #bishop losa x reader #obispo losa #obispo losa x reader #january of prompts

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spell-cleaver · 2 years

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3, 20 and 22 please :D

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree? (Since you sent me another ask asking me to replace 3 with 7)

Hmmm that's a good question. I'm really interested in redemption and unconditional love, as least as far as Vader goes, and I love major canon divergences, which I write a lot of :D On a more technical level, I love semi-colons and differentiating between the pause you get with ; versus the pause you get from . They're slightly different and I will defend my choice/division of them to the death. I also love colour and light, in art, so I will describe that a lot.

Otherwise in terms of writing style, I wouldn't be able to pin down some techniques that I Use Specifically. If anyone else wants to I'm all ears XD

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

I'm gonna take the excuse here to go off about The Graveyard Sky, because I'm really proud of some of the stuff that went on in there. I know the original prompt was meant to be a humorous one, and I did still try to get some humour in through how I wrote Piett and his mindset towards things, but it's very much gallows humour. The prompt necessitated that Piett is one of the only survivors of the destruction of the Executor, his job and reason for living for years, as well as the deaths of basically all his friends. And then, after escaping that destruction and stumbling across Endor, he runs into Luke and Vader and learns that everything he's lost didn't actually mean shit to Vader. All Vader cared about was his son (!?!?!), and he gave it all up in a heartbeat for said son, and the system and work Piett has put his heart and soul into being gone is irrelevant to Vader.

It is tragic. Piett's galaxy is turned upside down by losing everything he cares about, and now a seemingly fundamental truth, that Vader and Skywalker are enemies, is completely false! His entire job has been built on a lie! And it can be humorous and entertaining watching how he handles this crisis, because Piett + Suffering is the formula for Star Wars crack, but holy shit. I didn't want to dismiss this. Hence the whole metaphor with the debris from the Death Star and fleets flashing like new stars, new constellations above him. A graveyard sky. A new galaxy of constellations that he does not know, and has no idea how to navigate.

I'm just very proud of that short ficlet :D I wrote it in a furious haze and when I edited it I went... wait. This is A Lot. Poor Piett. Also Piett's characterisation is inspired by Captain from BBC's Ghosts, random trivia fact.

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

I do! When I'm looking for That Specific Hit. It depends on the work and how long it's been. If I just wrote it, I'm still proud of it and it satisfies me; if I wrote it between a month and a year ago, I'm itching to correct it and annoyed at how far I've come since I wrote it; if I wrote it more than a year ago, that middle feeling has settled, and I'm just proud of where I was when I wrote it. So I can read Luminous and be thrilled, while Deathmark still makes me bust out the red pen, even though I love both of them.

By and large, though, I reread old works and go wow. There's a lot of fascinating ideas and depth to this I forgot about. I'm proud of what I wrote; most of the time I think it's pretty alright :D

Thank you so much for the ask!! These are fuuuun to answer.

Send me some fun writing meta asks!

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sunshinycc · 3 years

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Hello! I know you said you're no longer writing for TAZ, but I'm absolutely in love with "no grave can hold my body down" and I was wondering if it would be possible to leave your plan for the endings/future chapters? I'm not asking you to write more, but I'm kind of hoping you had an outline of some sorts that you'd be willing to share. Anyways, I appreciate your work a ton and it's ok if you can't share!

Yooooo ok so I literally haven’t touched this fic in like. Idk a year and a half????? And I just went back and skimmed over it and I’m like. Still proud of it so sure I’ll try to give you some idea of what I’d had planned out because tbh? I’m not sure if I’m gonna finish it. Also fun fact about me I didn’t have an outline for this bad boy so this is all gonna be very vague and probably not very good.

Ok so looking back I’d only published 5 chapters but I actually have chapter 6 like 1/3 written. Highlights include Lup threatening to curbstomp Sazed into dust when she realizes what happened to Taako, Barry just barely keeping his wife from going full feral, Taako saying “Fuck Sazed,” and Kravitz finally revealing his semi-corporeal form to Lup and Barry.

I’m not entirely sure what else I wanted to fit into this chapter but I think most of it was Lup, Barry, and Kravitz cornering Taako and telling him that he needs to do something because everyone else is starting to recognize that something is very wrong with Sazed and he’s becoming more and more unhinged, and Taako needs to get himself out of this situation before he gets seriously hurt, or worse.

From there things are a little vague for me because I don’t quite remember exactly what I’d decided would happen, but I definitely remember this fic was inspired by an episode of Haunted on Netflix where a woman has been followed and watched over by a spirit for a while and eventually kicks her husband out of her house because she’s fallen in love with the spirit (the episode is called “Stolen Gravestone” if you want to watch it, it’s very good). Things are going to be more dramatic than that in the fic of course, but that’s where things are headed. The ending, after they all collectively beat the shit out of Sazed and throw his ass in prison, is Kravitz basically saying “I know I need to move on to the afterlife eventually but I love you and I’ll stay on this plane with you for your lifetime, and then we can go together.” And Taako does get 100k subs on YouTube and can start his cooking show, and becomes a really famous YouTube chef.

I think I had like 3 different routes planned for Sazed’s character arc. The first is that he’s just your typical power-hungry controlling abuser, and he doesn’t get any darker than that. The second is that he’s secretly plotting to murder Taako because he’s getting fed up with him, and the third is that he’s possessed and when he’s roped into doing a ouija session, the demon possessing him takes full control. I think I was leaning towards the second one, because it most reflects his character in the podcast, and because I think it provides the best storyline.

Otherwise, the rest of the fic was just Taako and Kravitz falling in love and all the cute and dorky shenanigans that go along with that. Their first kiss was going to be really funny, Taako’s tongue was going to get stuck to Kravitz’s because ghost tongue is really cold. They don’t kiss with tongue after that.

Thanks so much for your ask, it’s been a lot of fun to look back on this old fic of mine! Maybe someday I’ll come back to it, but I hope this is enough to satisfy you if I never write it again :’)

#cc answers #taz

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onelatenight-longago · 6 months

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Stepping Into The (Spot) Light

Description: Buggy plays the hero just the one time and now he's a got a new crew member who will change everything for him.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, life has been pretty draining lately. I wanted to give a MASSIVE thank you to the Anon that reached out to me, you gave me the kick I needed to keep going.

Chp. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] - First Person (below) Chp. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] - Second Person

The crew had assembled, all squeezed in at long tables and sat with more food than I had ever seen in my life. Buggy was beside me the whole time, introducing his ‘freaks’ as he affectionately called them. Telling me all about their skills and acts. He was proud and genuine and it tugged at something in my heart. They may have been a pirate crew but it was easy to see why they were all so loyal to one another and most of all to their captain.

The lion was a surprise to say the least. A man named Mohji introduced the lion as Ritchie, and I couldn’t help but laugh at their similar looks of excitement at meeting someone new. Next were the Funan Brothers, as their act was called then The Acrobatic Fuwas and then the Superhuman Domingos and so on. Each performance group grew rowdier with their introductions while Buggy himself was at the center laughing and cheering his crew on.

It was all so intoxicating, the laughter and cheer. I couldn’t remember ever smiling so much before and by the end of the night my cheeks were sore with delight. Everyone had been just as entranced with my Boa Boa abilities as Buggy had and Ritchie was covered in feathers and dancing about as well as a lion could.

Between laughs I fought back yawns, my body and mind exhausted from the whirlwind of a day I had.

"Come on little dove." Buggy's voice deep and quiet whispered into my ear. I found his detached hand at my hip, pushing me gently from the crowd until we had both found ourselves alone outside the main big top tent.

Buggy, all put back together again, watched me closely as I walked about the makeshift circus.

"This all feel like a dream." I said softly to myself. When Buggy came closer, his look of concern pushed my thoughts from my mind to my mouth. "I've been a captive for so long. I've haven't had a home or a family and now in one night my captor has been…." I faltered.

"Dispatched." Buggy supplied calmly.

"Yes, that." I nodded and turned to him, finding his bright sea blue eyes already stating into mine. "And my rescuer," I nod to him, watching his self-satisfied smile grow. "Has offered me a place on his crew. A home on his ship."

"The Buggy Pirates are very much like a family." He spoke casually with a shrug. "We spend our lives sailing together. Performing together."

"Fighting together." I interrupted.

"Yes, that." Buggy mimicked my earlier reply with a wicked grin on his face. "Come now little dove. I saw that glint in your eyes when you were throwing those knives!" Buggy rounded on me quickly, his hands brushing across my hips as he placed himself behind me. Just as he had been earlier that evening during the show. "You enjoyed it." He whispered into my ear. I couldn't stop the shiver that tore down my spine even if I wanted to.

"I did." I admitted quietly as though more to myself than to him.

"You belong amongst my crew." He flexed his grip on my hips. "You belong with me."

Something dark and twisted reared it's head in my heart and the back of my mind and tore myself from his grip instantly. As I put space between him and I, savage looking black boas appeared all over him. They constricted dangerously.

Buggy was only momentarily surprised, his fight or flight sense causing him to detach limbs where he could to struggle for just a moment before he stilled. His look of anger and fear dulling as he stared at me. That was when I noticed the tears falling down my cheeks and the shake in my hands.

As Buggy spoke my shallow breaths deepened and I let my tightened muscles ease as the boas slowly slipped away from around him and disappeared.

"I'm sorry…" I began before Buggy once more stepped into my space, his smile wild and genuine.

"Join me little dove. Sail the seas with the Buggy pirates until all the world fears you!" Buggy decidedly kept his hands to himself this time, something that made me feel a bit disappointed which I didn't want to examine at the moment.

I could only nod and smile, lost in a sea of emotion, unsure if my voice would betray me if I spoke.

"I need to hear your answer little dove. I need to know that this is what you want." Buggy spoke softly but with an air of command and another shiver tore it's way down my spine and my skin erupted in gooseflesh. I watched his eyes turn black then a small, laughing voice tore through my thoughts.

"Yes…" I spoke slowly, my voice low and breathy as a smile crept across my face. "Captain." The effect was instant and I got what that small voice in the back of my mind wanted.

Buggy’s hands returned to my hips, his grip just shy of too hard. The rest of him crashed into me, my arms quick to pull around his shoulders to leverage myself up. The kiss was rough, all lips and teeth every which way. It was spectacular! He laughed deep in his throat as we pushed and pulled each other. I could've climbed him then and there.

When the need for oxygen tore us apart, he pulled back and admired his work. I could feel the grease paint now smeared across my lips and chin, even on my nose and cheeks and I couldn't stop the laugh bubbling up in my chest.

"That's a good look on you little dove!" Buggy laughed again.

He looked hungry and wanting of more. I had known dangerous men all my life and I knew he was one as well. A feared pirate captain capable of gods only knew what. But I could tell then and there that those sharp eyes and even sharper smile, though beaming down at me then, were never meant to and would never harm me.

A small part of me was still wrought with fear. The question lingering of whether or not I was safe. The doubt I had no control of, telling me that he only wanted what he wanted and would take it from me even if I kicked and screamed in fight. Byproducts of a rough life. It's hard to learn trust when all you knew in life was pain. I was reeling at the absurdity of that feeling now blossoming under the attentions of a pirate captain of all people. I'm sure there were stranger things to happen.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy the clown x reader fanfiction #buggy one piece #buggy fanfiction

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sns-tropes · 5 years

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fic: heart in your hands: ch10

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6,

Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

chapter summary: Just when he thought he had it figured out, he's lost again. His only compass: a loudmouth blonde.

pairing: sasuke/naruto (ninja!verse) post-698

rating: Mature

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

A/N: heyyyyy peeps. uhh so i was gonna scrap this whole fic. but then i thought, hey, no, i'm actually proud of this thing that i did. so anyway, here's another chapter. it's kind of angsty lowkey. i'm semi-satisfied with this chapter. hope you guys like it.

- jeni

The balcony is chilly. Sasuke lets the smoke fill his lungs through the end of a filtered stick of tobacco. He looks down over the side of the railing. He can see Shikamaru down there, striding slow, hands in his pockets like usual. Shikamaru looks up at him. Sasuke can’t see expression very well. He can’t see anything very well lately. He might need glasses. He might really be going blind by the time he hits thirty. Maybe even before.

It’s not light out yet. The sun hasn’t come up yet. There’s just a dim promise of it starting to creep up over the Konoha treetops in the distance. He sighs deeply. He doesn’t change out of his sleep pants and he doesn’t put his shoes on either. He strides through the apartment passing a sleeping Naruto in the bed, not bothering to put his cigarette out. Smoke briefly billows as he passes to the front door and down the steps. He feels strange, and a little too exposed. Shirtless. Armless. Makes him glad the village is still asleep.

Shikamaru is there at the base of the steps, standing on the cobblestone quite expectantly.

He raises a brow, taking in Sasuke’s demeanor.

“You haven’t slept.”

Sasuke takes a drag silently and blinks slowly, letting that be his only answer.

He gestures for Sasuke to walk with him. Sasuke follows for a morning stroll, still not caring about being barefoot. He feels reckless this morning.

He doesn’t know why they walk towards the gates. It seems like a mute point to come here. It used to be a place where he stood so many times and looked back at the village with the thought that he would never return. Funny how as much as he wanted it, it never quite worked out.

“Why’re we here?” Sasuke mumbles around nothing, pulling another cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with pure, concentrated chakra.

Shikamaru smirks, amused. “I’ve created a monster.” He says teasingly.

Sasuke shrugs. “Maybe.”

Shikamaru holds his hand out in waiting. Sasuke hands him the pack. Shikamaru lights his own quite mundanely with a regular lighter, mumbling something about how he’s not as crafty as Sasuke.

“You didn’t pass.”

“I didn’t.” Sasuke confirms, surprisingly feeling no tension over the confession.

“What did Naruto say?”

Sasuke smirks, eyes fixed on the thick brush of the forest. “That I don’t need to prove anything to anyone.”

“He would say that.”

Sasuke hums in response, taking another drag. Naruto isn’t angry or disappointed. Naruto loves him. But why does Naruto doubt him? Why does he think he’ll leave again? He never said it out loud, but his subconscious says otherwise. Sasuke is at an impasse with himself. Naruto fears are buried so deep that he’s not even fully aware of them. Sasuke doesn’t know how to bring something like that up.

Perhaps if there’s nothing grounding Sasuke to the village, Naruto assumes he will have no reason to stay here at all. And then he he’ll simply leave him. Leave him like he’s always done.

“What now?” Shikamaru pries, picking up on Sasuke’s brooding easily. Not that it’s hard to do in the first place.

“Wanna run away.” Sasuke half jokes.

“Shut up. No you don’t.” Shikamaru scolds, somehow managing to sound bored like always, but in a weird, wise kind of way. “What about Naruto?”

Sasuke laughs bitterly. “Want him to run away with me.”

Shikamaru scoffs. “You’re living in a romance novel.”

“So?” He says defiantly. So what if he is? Is that so bad? It's about time he did.

“So you think he would really do that?” Shikamaru asks, almost condescendingly.

“Don’t know.”

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything. And it doesn’t show besides the slight tremor in his hand, but he is terrified. Terrified of even bringing it up. He was terrified always. Even a few months ago when he first brought it up. When he threatened to leave again and Naruto doubled over in sheer panic, losing his breath at the very thought.

“Tell him.” in a natural situation, it’s a fair suggestion, but really, it’s not. He doesn’t understand.

Sasuke laughs bitterly at this. Tell him he says, like it’s really that easy. Like it’s so feasible. Shikamaru doesn’t know about how Naruto’s breathe stops in his lungs, how he doubles over in fear, how he has haunting dreams about being left all alone again.

Sasuke can’t bear that. It makes him wince with regret to even think about how long it went on over the years.

“You don’t have to run away Sasuke.” Shikamaru states, tone laced with finality. “Don’t tell him you want to run away. Tell him you want to leave. And then ask if he’d like to come with you.”

“Okay. That’ll go well.” He quips sarcastically.

“You’re so fucking thick sometimes.”

“Excuse me?” He deadpans.

“You don’t have to be permanently gone. You’re not going missing-nin, jackass. Just go away for a while. Both of you. Take a damn vacation.”

“Vacation.” He repeats, feeling dumb.

“Yeah. A vacation.” He’s never heard Shikamaru talk so much. “Then come back.” He finishes his stolen cigarette, then crushes it in the dirt.

Sasuke looks down at the glowing ash as it dies down, his mind buzzing as Shikamaru walks away from him.

Sasuke looks into field study. He knows it’s a long shot, and it kind of feels like he’s reaching at this point. But he knows that if he wants to leave with the promise of returning, he can’t come back empty handed.

He sets an appointment with Sakura for late afternoon. Yes, an appointment. Apparently, she's much too busy to meet casually. When he sits down in her office she looks tired, but concerned. She seems eager to hear him out. She looks at him expectantly, knowing that he failed his evaluation.

He’s not sure how to open the subject. Her eyes scan over the meeting request, so formal and strange.

“You smell like smoke.”

He hums in affirmation, ignoring her nose scrunching is displeasure and she reads on.

“Field study?” She deadpans. “What did they do to you during that exam?”

Sasuke sighs, displeased. Not what he wanted to hear.

“No, no, I'm not rejecting the idea.” Her eyes lift, tossing the useless form in the trash. “There isn't much to cover. Field study is for Shinobi that suck at being shinobi.”

He knows that. At this point, he feels like he kind of sucks at being one. Or at least, that’s the way everyone here makes it feel.

“Is there anything open?” He asks, ignoring the aggravating thought.

“Your kind of over-qualified... and the only thing I can think of that would suit you is elemental Ninjutsu. Which is already being covered by more than the necessary researchers.”

He crosses his arms and sits back in the chair, not satisfied.

She takes in his demeanor, and perhaps for the very first time, sees through it. She sighs deeply, pulling out a large spiral bound text of who knows what, flipping to a tabbed page. She scans over it. He waits.

“There’s one.”

“What is it?”

“Kagero village.”

Sasuke doesn’t even know where that is, or what the hell he would find there. But it seems like that’s all she’s got.

“In the land of the mountains. There’s word that that the small village has unconventional methods of enhancing their chakra abilities, but not honing it for any type of physical or elemental ninjutsu. Seeing as Genjutsu is one of your strong suits, this would be ideal for you also.”

“Suspicious.”

“Yes, we think so too. But it also could just be rumors. For all we know, they could just practicing intensified meditation, or perhaps spirit healing. It’s all mysterious right now. The entire study would be about a year’s journey. Which is short for a field study. You would have to write a lot, speak with a lot of villagers, and most likely have to take up a semi-permanent residence. Traveling to neighboring villages for intel is also part of the job. The report is expected to be long, detailed, and handwritten in black ink.”

Sasuke gulps. “What’s the objective?”

“To learn and record. Nothing more, nothing less.” She tells him a clipped tone, clearly working up to a greater statement. “The benefits of completing the study don’t hold much merit. If you find something useful, you could use the study as easy entry to teaching.”

“Teaching?” He says quietly, staring to feel very unsure. He remembers his time at the academy like a poorly rendered slideshow of angst and irritation.

“If you wanted. It would be a good start. But there’s no obligation.”

“What are the qualifications?”

Sakura laughs. Genuinely laughs. “Chunin rank is all you need.”

Sasuke rolls his eyes. Of course, everything is still about stupid ranks and politics. And of course, the one thing he needs for this mission is the one thing he never got.

“You’re joking.”

“No. Normally you would have to rank Chunin or higher. But going through the exam now... Well- that would clearly be unfair. Especially with that.” She says, gesturing to his Rinnegan. Makes sense. “I’m sure Kakashi will clear you. Your skill outweighs your rank any day.”

He doesn’t need flattery. He just came for a job.

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course. It’ll take at least a week to clear you, maybe two. And then a few days for briefing”

He nods mutely. She crosses her arms, surveying him, gaze slightly scrutinizing.

“Sasuke, field studies... they're not lone missions. It has to be two or more shinobi.”

“I know.” He says flatly.

She purses her lips, looking accusatory. She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it. He feels like pushing the envelope.

“What?” He snaps. He doesn’t mean to. It’s that temper.

She leans in. “I know you want to get out of here. And right now, this seems like the only way. But... you should consider others as well.”

He scoffs. He hates when she talks like this. Like she knows everything. He stands to leave, worried that if he stays any longer, he’ll say something unnecessary that he can’t take back. He feels like a child being scolded.

“Sasuke.”

He stops at the door. Waits.

“It doesn’t hurt to ask him. But don’t do anything irrational if you don’t like his answer.”

He closes his eyes. Tries to breath, and leaves.

He only wants one thing right now. Well, two things. He wants to be with Naruto, and he wants to not think about anything. The complex is so quiet. He comes into a mostly dark apartment. Naruto is laying the bed, sound asleep. He looks peaceful, unmoving and breathing evenly. Sasuke sighs deeply, a part of him wishing that He came home to Naruto awake. He’s spent the whole day away from him. He didn’t mean to.

He changes into something more comfortable and turns on a dim lamp in the kitchen. The space is small. He can see Naruto halfway covered in the bed, as he puts a tea kettle on the stove, only a small table in the middle of the path.

He leans against the counter as he prepared himself a cup of tea. Mint. It’s supposed to calm him down. He’s not sure if it actually works. He boiled extra hot water, just in case Naruto wakes up.

He lets the leaves soak. His eyes hurt. They feel tired and strained, and often not like they're his own. Partially because in some way, they aren't. He wonders if it ever bothers anyone. Sometimes he forgets it’s there until someone like Sakura points it out.

He doesn’t think that Naruto minds it. Just like Naruto doesn’t mind that he doesn’t want to utilize prosthetics for his arm. He respected the decision, and even looked at him with reverence when he made the decision. A silent understanding passed between them. That’s something that he could never give up.

It’s great that they’ve been talking, that they’ve been communicating better, But Sasuke thinks he values the understanding in their shared silence more than anything else. They don’t have to talk. Not if they don’t want to. And somehow, he knows that everything will still pass between them with clarity.

It hurts to have this looming over him. He wants to do the field study. He really does. It sounds nice to just listen and live and learn, feeling unrushed, and unpressured to live up to anything, simply going day to day journaling all he finds. Which could be significant, or it could be nothing. There’s no expectation other than him simply writing it all down. He would have a year's time to think and reflect and get back to himself again.

But he can’t do it alone. He can’t do it without Naruto. And that’s the thing, isn't it? Is that he doesn’t know if Naruto would ever do such a thing. He has yet to even think of how to present it. But maybe Shikamaru was right. Maybe he should just say it.

And maybe he will. Not now, and maybe not even tomorrow, but he will. And he won’t do anything irrational. He’s promising himself now. He’s not going to be that person anymore. He can’t. And maybe Naruto says that he doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone. But that isn't really true. He does. To one person. Just Naruto.

His thoughts are suddenly brought to a halt. Naruto shifts in the bed, looking disturbed from his peaceful sleep. He tosses around, an irritated whine leaving his lips. He faces away from Sasuke now. He can’t see his face anymore. Sauske sets the mug down on the counter, eyeing him curiously.

His concern spikes when he sees Naruto’s shoulders start to shake. He thinks that at first, he’s imagining it. But no, he isn't. He continues to shake, and before Sasuke can even move towards him, he hears a small sob muffle against the pillow.

Something pangs in his heart. Something strange and sometimes foreign feeling, even now. He makes his way to the bed and scoots up beside Naruto, where surprisingly, he seems somewhat awake.

Sasuke blinks at him, not knowing what to think. He’s hurting. Something hurts.

“Why are you crying?” Sasuke whispers so low, he’s not even sure if he really said it out loud.

Naruto scoots closer, reaching for him. “You’re here?” His voice cracks. Sasuke’s heart thunders with worry.

“I’m here.” He says softly. “I’m here, Naruto.” He reaches up to push blonde hair off his face and look into his teary eyes. They’ve become so sensitive now. Maybe it’s age that’s made them weak like this.

“You were gone.” He says hollowly, like it’s some kind of premonition.

Sauske scoffs gently and pulls him close. “I was at the council building.”

“For what?”

“Looking for a job.” and he thinks that that's all he’ll really say about it for now.

Naruto doesn’t press. He stays quiet. Sasuke feels tired, but he doesn’t really want to go to sleep. And Naruto, even though he was sleeping before, is wide awake now. And it seems that they’re content like that, just staring on at each other for no reason in particular.

And then he sees it. He sees that mirror again. That mirror of pain. Of suffering. Of fear and anxiety. He sees himself, and he sees Naruto. He sees bright blue eyes that can be broken one moment and so hopeful the next. He sees someone who only built him up even when he was landing a punch.

He sees this person in from of him, lying in his bed in the late hours of the night and he can’t help it.

He loves him. He loves him so much.

He touches a hand to his face, and Naruto allows the comfort. He’ll allow any comfort. He asks silently with only his gaze and he think’s maybe he hears and answer through the slow blinks of Naruto’s bright eyes, even in the dark.

He kisses him. He presses his lips to Naruto and tries so hard to let it say everything he has yet to say out loud. And Naruto breathes it. He curves himself into Sasuke’s space and wraps his arms around him, like he might disappear if he doesn’t.

Naruto bristles away sleepily after a moment, and tries to ignore the ache of fear that still lingers in his chest. He’ll voice it. He voices everything.

“You’ll be here in the morning?”

Sasuke kisses him again, much softer than he thinks he ever has.

“I’ll be here.”

#hiyh #sasunaru #narusasu #sns #fanfiction #fic #fanfic #naruto #jeni #heart in your hands #ch10 #yhhimh

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cheapcookiez · 7 years

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HOW DID YOU FOUND YOUR ART STYLE I'M STRUGGLING HELP SENPAI

ah hm..okay it’s a recurrent question . i will tell u exactly how i did and from now, everytime i will get this question, i will give them this huge honest answer °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

i found it while assembling a lot of things i saw during my life.my art style is like a mr potato. waitin’ to see their holes filled out with new ideas.

i think i can show you some of my researchs.my sketchbooks and even tell u how works mah mind .

If u want to find an art style, please learn how to understand yourself before. your art represents yourself. if you’re not clear in your mind. you won’t be clear on the paper.

(⌒▽⌒)☆ So let’s begin

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It’s very a big answer so be ready to click on “keep reading”:

( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ when i’ve started to draw 4 or well almost 5 years ago. everything was confused in mah mind. The most difficult was to begin. so i started with drawing in a manga style…i drew a lot AND a lot.i was copying entire pages of Tales of symphonia. (my favorite manga and video game).that’s where the passion for fan art started. a good beginning full of passion!

Since that i’ve been moar receptive to some kind of manga. chibi round style was my favorite. magical doremi took a big place in mah kokoro.

The next drawing you’ll see was the beginning of my new art style. and i deeply knew it in mah bones. i was not expecting to draw this.i think it was only luck.

that was …a strange feel. like i was enjoyin’ it so much that i could draw it every.single.day.

That was not exceptionnal. but i felt like nobody could draw like that. except me.(there is the over confidence part of a art newbie. follow this feel like it was your last chance.u need to not give up.u did the most difficult part so far! follow your intuition ! this little rainbow in your mind ! )

i kept drawing. again. and again. for months and freakin’ months.

i was certainly inspired of tim burton for the chibis and the headshots, if my memory doesn’t say shit,the artist is reapersun.

I was at a point i knew i had to take risks. It’s when, i accepted requests from ppl on deviantart . I couldn’t work alone. so i accepted everything.

everything.

Even miku hatsune dancing the gangnam style. 」(￣▽￣」)

i was also on a french forum, and ppl were giving meh a lot of reviews. that was helpful and that’s when i understood i needed a community for progressin’. compliments,opinions,reviews. YOU NEED THAT. accept them and shut your mouth. they’re right. put your pride somewhere else. and accept to see ppl better than you at something.〔´∇｀〕

At some points, i was also giving reviews. that was huge. like 3 or 4 open office pages for a small drawing.it took me hours but it’s important to kno’ how to give a review to somewahn bc that makes u think about their art and yours as well. training ur eyes to spot the mistakes.

i was drawing a lot of fan arts of their characters. They were only potato/egg-characters. that helped me to find a digital color style when i bought my first tablet.

btw,i waited 1 year and half before buying mah smol wacom. I prefered to keep practicing on paper. if you can’t draw properly on paper. digital won’t help u. it’s not a magic trick that makes ppl talented. ≡(*′▽`)っ

i have way moar respect for traditionnal artists. sooo much respect.u don’t even kno’.

(then…at this point, i was drawing for almost 2 years i thiiink.)

that’s when i started to extrapolate EVERYTHING. Colors, anatomy,expressions .( Everythin’ i ‘m drawing during this kind of practice period is wrong. extremely wrong and full of mistakes. But i have to do this bc i put so much energy into mah artworks that i can’t think properly until i’m mentally exhausted. (it’s completely personal,but i need to be broken af for understanding how pitiful i am and finaaally letting myself learning something new. ) )

so,when i’m completely exhausted(it’s a very heartful moment,like a huge art block),i leave my artworks in a corner,i don’t touch it for hours,days,weeks or sometimes months.nobody can touch it .except me and i analyze and re analyze them until i completely hate what i do bc i found all the mistakes.

At this moment, i’m ready for experimenting again, learn from my mistakes and move on.

Sometimes we need to take risks and get out of our comfort zone !!! just.fuckin. DO IT. it’s toxic to stay in our comfort zone for too long . 8;A;8

An exemple of extrapolated drawing: Too much colors, too big arms / legs, too shiny,too weird and unlogical.We can’t understand. but whatever. it’s the beginning of something new!

as smol addition to what i’ve said before, this is at this moment i can figure out my real problems .it’s only when i’m emotionallynot attached to mah art anymoar that i can finally produce something new .

However, i don’t personally give a fuck to tutorials,i’m too lazy for that. i have to discover everythin’ by mahself. (but this. it’s misplaced pride. so don’t do that .plz.learn from the others ,you won’t lose time like meh.)

Also.if u want to find ur art style , u need to not forget ur art references. ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७

create your own influence map !

i worship mainly two gorgeous artists :

Ephyse and C2ndyAc1d:

NEVER FORGET WHERE U COME FROM. NEVER DENY IT .it’s your past. it’s as important as your future.it’s a part of your artistic identity. OAO

no joke, it’s absolutely essential. thanks them for their hard work. it’s thanks to them if you’ve discovered your own art as well.

Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ and now ,if i show u mah art, can u spot the references? :

anatomy ,candy’ :

colors,ephyse :

After that. if u think you’re done…. u r eeextremely wrong. It’s where ppl usually stop.don’t do that. i kno’ so many artists who stopped right there. It’s bad bc they have SO MUCH potential.

“ What ppl see is not what i really do”.it’s a very personal phrase i keep in my heart. when i show somethin’ ‘’new’’ on internet or to my friends,in fact, it’s old for me. i’m already workin’ on something else in my corner. Bc do u remember waht i said before? that takes sometimes months to let ppl see my real art.

the practice NEVER ends. like neveh. ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ

put your pride somewhere else,it’s time to get back on the practice train.

here is asumiko nakamiro,one of my favorite artists as well. i love the anatomy of her characters. such lovely art style.

well, it’s awful,but it’s time to get inspired again.

//cries// Now u see how shitty u can be HmmMMm. a new challenge accepted.

And i have A TON of sketchbooks full of awful sketches that i will never show to anyone.

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Not everythin’ is on my table,i have waaaay more sketchbooks and it’s only traditional but there is certainly 2 years of practice in front of you. Don’t need to tell u but everythin’ is full ofc .i also finished a new wahn this week. plz remind meh to buy another one.

I also have THE HUGE CHANCE to have comic student artists as friends and they sometimes lend to me comic books(O3O ~LAST MAN. MAH LIL FAVORITE URG. ). I wish i had more place,but i read a lot of books ! i love goin’ to the library and read everythin’ i can ‘til my head hurts haha. (and LOOK ,”astemio”the book on the right ! i participated to this fanzine. oh boi.i’m so proud even if mah art in there is so shitty )

In short.

i’m constantly drawing and experimenting. that’s how i found mah art style. （=´∇｀=）

and actually, for ppl who still read. i’m about to take a break from tumblr and the youtube community bc i can’t experiment as i would like . i want to draw my ocs, create stuff and i’m stuck with youtubers fan art. i need a creative break.

If you need moar informations on mah art style or anythin’ else, feel free to ask meh. i tried mah best to explain even if it’s really personal.

Never give up,find ur own way of thinking and practicin’. goddamit plz, trust ur intuition.trust your art taste and don’t draw what ppl would like to see.

If i was doing that, i would draw some semi realistic post apo’ stuff. And even if i rly appreciate that drawn by mah friends. it’s clearly not my thing.

also.MY BIGGEST ADVICE FOR ALL OF YOU . LEARN THAT BEFORE CRYING :

(￣▽￣)ノHAVING UR OWN ART STYLE MEANS THAT PEOPLE MIGHT GENUINELY NOT LIKE IT. COMPLETELY HATE IT OR FALL IN LOVE WITH. IT S SO RANDOM AND YOU CAN T BLAME ANYONE FOR THAT.

U CAN T SATISFY EVERYWAHN. PLZ. MAKE SURE TO KEEP THIS IN MIND.HANG UP. IT S NOT YOUR FAULT. WE ALL HAVE OUR PREFERENCES. (ノ*゜▽゜*)

That’s it. hope that was helpful !cool cool ! g-good luck!

#important #daily doodles #AH FUCK FUCK ITS 3 AM AND I HAVE SCHOOL IN FEW HOURS #oooooops hahahaha #//cries//

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