#mm loved drawing that tape

[maluspumilaa]

so i relistened to tma

#mm loved drawing that tape #malus art #tma #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tma s5 spoilers #tma fanart #the magnus archives fan art #annabelle cane #tma annabelle #static #eye contact #mag 197

[softlyspector]

please please pleaseeeee give me forehead kisses with joel miller because this man is an expert in forehead kissing i just know it 🫠🫠🫠

thank you very much ily you’re super cool

summary: joel comes home looking a little worse for wear.

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

a/n: anon, you are just so right, he is an expert in forehead kisses. i combined this with "picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face" because i couldn't help myself.

Spring sunshine is still fading on the horizon in a blaze of shell pink and midnight blue, when Joel climbs the front steps. 

“Hey, stranger,” you say, lifting a hand to shield your eyes from the last rays filtering through the new growth on the tree that overhangs the porch. “You’re looking a little worse for wear.” 

Joel grunts when he thumps down on the porch swing next to you, making the chain rattle. “Rough day,” he answers too mildly for someone with blood drying on the side of his neck. He bends to unlace his boots without another word.

You fold down the page of the battered paperback in your hands. It’s a much loved copy, one of your favorites that Joel had found years ago in a ransacked bookstore. It’s water stained and creased, the pages yellowed and crinkled beneath your fingers. The spine is duct taped together and the cover is peeling. 

Joel tried to give you a new copy a few years back, with a glossy cover and smooth pages, but you’ve been unable to part with the one in your hands. 

It’s been through so much with you, and in a lot of ways, it reminds you of Joel. It reminds you of the two of you together, and how far you’ve come. 

“Hm,” you acknowledge his words. You consider him with a tilt of your head, setting your book to the side. His gray hair is mussed, sticking up in tufts. A thin line of blood in his beard tinges it red. The collar of his jacket is askew. “Certainly looks that way.” 

“Damn clicker got the jump on me,” he grumbles. 

“A clicker?” You repeat, your shoulders drawing up, tension knotting along your spine.

There must be alarm in your tone though you try to hide it, because he turns his head to the side to meet your eyes, finally working off one of his boots. “I’m fine. Not bitten.” 

Something loosens in your chest, strangling the soft spots of your heart. “Well, I’d hope they wouldn’t let you come back,” you say brusquely.

“Mm.” His other shoe comes off in his hand and he finally sits back with a groan. 

You take his hand into yours, tracing the veins in the back of his hand as you scoot closer to him, until your thigh is pressed against his. “Where’s Ellie?” 

“With those friends of hers, probably. Not curfew yet.” 

“Suppose not.” Joel shifts his hand to thread his fingers through yours, squeezing tightly, a quiet reassurance. “You get somethin’ to eat yet?”

“I was waiting for you,” you say, reaching up to pluck a twig from his hair and then a tiny leaf. “My, it does look like you took a tumble,” you tease, flicking both away. 

He rolls his eyes, “Hush, sweetheart.” His eyes flick over your face, a delicately fond expression pulling over his features. 

It’s a look you’ll never really get used to, not when directed at you at least. 

A look that is reserved only for you. 

“You still reading this old thing?” Joel asks, picking up your book with his free hand. “Christ, sweetheart, you know we got other books, right?”

“This one is my favorite though.” 

He nods semi-thoughtfully, flipping it over to read the back. “Can’t even tell what it's about,” he says with a shake of his head. The book is so worn that most of the words have rubbed off the flimsy cover. 

“Well, maybe you can borrow it sometime. Now that you have those glasses maybe you can actually see to do it.” 

He chuckles and puts it back down. It’s a nice sound, Joel’s laugh. Usually he just snorts and rolls his eyes. “Maybe you can just read it to me. Like one of them books on tape.” 

“Sure, Joel,” you roll your eyes and lean into his shoulder. “Are you alright? You need checked out or anything?” 

“Sounds like you’re worried about me,” he teases. “I’m fine, just a little bruised,” he says more soberly when you level a glare at him. “Why don’t you tell me what’s so special about that damn book? I got you that newer one, didn’t I?” 

You reach up and swipe a streak of dirt from Joel’s forehead, cupping his cheek for a moment before you let your touch slip away. “You did. But, you gave me this one first,” you pick it up and toy with the frayed edge of a piece of peeling duct tape. “You remembered it was my favorite and picked it up. You pretended like you didn’t know though, and made a show of making me come look at it after we cleared that bookstore out.” 

Joel doesn’t answer and you tip your chin up to meet his gaze. 

He clears his throat and glances away. “Hard to keep track and all,” he says gruffly, like it all wasn’t precisely archived in his mind. “Between your books and Ellie’s damn comics.” 

You roll your eyes, watch him squint into the dusk that’s rapidly falling over the porch, your quiet little street. He’s aged the last few years. His hair is grayer, the crinkles by his eyes deeper. 

He’s as pretty as he’s always been, in a rough, bruised kind of way. 

“Joel,” you say clearly. “I won’t get rid of it because you gave it to me and it went through a lot with both of us. It’s like it's us, in a way.” 

He nods slowly at you, before leaning down to gather up his boots. 

You smile at his back, turning away to pick up where you’d left off in your book, when his boots thump back down onto the wooden floorboards. 

Before you can ask him what’s wrong, he’s gathered you up against him. One arm rests around your back, his opposite hand cups your jaw to draw you closer to him when his lips press against your forehead. 

You close your eyes to the sensation of his lips against your skin, the scrape of his beard against your eyebrow. Joel’s hand shifts from your cheek to cradle the back of your skull in a touch that’s so gentle it nearly feels unreal. 

He holds you there for a long moment. His chest rises and falls with the slow intake of breath, like he’s deliberately trying to keep it even. 

It takes you a moment to realize he’s breathing you in, inhaling you one long breath at a time.

You do the same, swearing that you can feel his heartbeat echoing beside yours. He smells like the woods, like fresh leaf and grass, and soil. Beneath that, leather and gunpowder. 

His arm tightens around you, pulling you flush against his chest. It’s quiet, the sounds of crickets starting up, the sounds of night pouring in as you dig your fingers into his shirt, holding him there. 

Eventually, he pulls back, tilting your head back to look into your eyes for a brief moment when you blink them open. 

Darkness cocoons the street, the porch, the two of you. “Hi,” he says, like you haven’t been sitting there talking for a while, his thumb stroking a slow path down the side of your cheek. “I take it you didn’t fight any clickers today?” 

“Clicker free day for me,” you smile.

“Good,” he gets to his feet with a groan, picking his boots up in one hand. “Let’s get somethin’ to eat, find that damn kid.”

You smile and start to stand when Joel leans over you again and presses one last kiss to the crown of your head. He tips your head up and pecks your lips too, before he turns and disappears into the house. 

You aren’t sure what you did to warrant the affection, but you’ll always take what you can get.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction

[honeyhotteoks]

this night together - chapter eleven (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter eleven: a new love song

chapter summary: time, and a well worded letter, heals all wounds. finally, it's time to let go.

warnings: nothing really, social drinking, etc.

notes: reminder that if you're reading this on or around 12.3.23 when it's posted, i'm uploading three chapters at once! if you haven't read chapter ten, go do that before you skip ahead!!

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 5.2k

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The party is bright, bursting with light and color and art. You can feel Hongjoong’s presence everywhere from the moment you step through the doors and you almost feel underdressed. You selected your outfit for him, something a little bolder than you’d normally do, but something that truly suits the occasion and the honored guest. You adjust the top of your black trousers and glance down to ensure the cream white blouse that is parted open is still firmly secured with the hidden tape you painstakingly applied.  You hope your lipstick is staying put. 

The listening party for New World’s new mini album is in full swing, but the night is about more than just that. Their tour has ended, everyone back on Korean soil, and it will be the first time anyone will hear the album from start to finish and the first time you’ll be face to face with them again.

Three months of nothing, no contact except the letter. The letter you’ve read about a hundred times. 

You texted Wooyoung, San, and Seonghwa of course, and they mentioned Yunho and Mingi occasionally, but always in the broader context of what they were doing on tour. You saw them in pictures, travel shots on Instagram or Snapchat stories of their nights out, but otherwise nothing. For three months you let it marinate, and your feelings haven’t changed in the slightest. All you have to do now is find them in this crowd and clear the air. 

It’s no surprise you’re as late as you are, your stomach was in knots getting ready and leaving your apartment had you practically coming apart at the seams. The idea of talking to them is simple, but you’ve rehearsed what you want to say over and over and you can’t imagine how they’ll respond. You take a glass of sparkling wine from one of the caterers and realize there are far more people here than you thought there would be. When you pictured a listening party you expected an intimate crowd, but the gallery space KQ rented is full of faces, some you know and some you don’t. You’re pretty sure you’ve missed the album playthrough at this point, you just hope no one’s noticed your absence. 

“You look so good!” A voice from behind you makes you turn, and you smile when you see Dahan in her sparkly wrap dress. 

“So do you,” You give her a quick, friendly hug. 

“This is your first one, right?” She asks, looking past you to find a drink tray. 

“Listening party?” You clarify, “Yeah,” 

“This is definitely the nicest one so far,” She all but whispers to you, “New World is pulling in that tour money now,” 

“Ah,” You nod. 

“Usually it’s at a nice restaurant or something, not quite so many people,” She explains, snagging a drink, “not that I’m complaining, dressing up is fun,” 

“Do you see Hongjoong at all?” You crane your neck and look through some of the bodies, but you can’t really see anyone else you know closely. 

“Mm,” She joins you, “no, but Yujin and some of the others are over there,” 

You follow her gaze, “Perfect,” 

She starts weaving through and you follow, keeping close to her and protecting your drink as you side step around and behind people. 

When you make it to the little circle of BB Trippin dancers, you slot right in alongside Dahan and give everyone a smile, “Hey,” 

Everyone greets you warmly, but you wonder absently where your little pocket of close friends are hiding. Yujin draws your attention though when she says, “Jaemin’s here,” 

“He is?” Your eyes widen. You barely ever see him, but it does make sense that he would attend an opportunity to bump elbows with people in the industry. 

“Mhm,” She nods, “I saw him talking to Yunho earlier.” 

Butterflies curl in your stomach, “Yunho’s here?” 

“Mhm,” She takes a sip of her drink, “somewhere,” 

“You look really nice,” Minseok interrupts, stepping a little closer so you can hear him better, “I like the whole, you know,” he gestures up and down to indicate he means your outfit and you nod. 

“Thanks,” You nod, “you clean up nice too,” 

“Oh yeah?” He shrugs, “Thanks,” 

You start to turn back to Yujin who looks like she has something more to say, but Minseok keeps going, “Have you met Hongjoong?” 

“Oh,” You start. 

“He’s a nice guy,” He continues, “you’d like his vibe, or at least, I think you would,” 

“Actually,” 

“I’m not sure if you know this or not, but it’s his voice that’s on a lot of the initial guide tracks we get,”

You do know that, but you nod and take a long sip of your drink, ice slipping down and connecting with your lip as you tip it back a little further. 

“He’s a bit eccentric,” Minseok continues. 

“Who’s a bit eccentric?” Seonghwa cuts in, stepping into the circle and cutting smoothly between you and Minseok, another drink for you ready in his hands. 

Minseok’s lips close. 

“Hi, Hwa,” You smile, “that for me?” 

“Of course,” He trades your nearly empty glass for the full one and leans in to press a fast kiss on your cheek, “you look beautiful,” 

“Stop,” You resist the urge to actually nudge him in front of too many people and give off the wrong idea about how close the two of you are, but you give him the best withering look you can. 

He ignores you though, “Who’s eccentric?” 

“Oh,” You do your best to keep the smile off your lips, “Minseok was just telling me about Hongjoong,” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa glances to the side at him, “is he?” 

“Artistic might be the right word,” Minseok corrects himself. 

“Well, that’s true,” You nod. 

“Oh,” Minseok blinks, “so you know him?” 

“Well, yes, I,” You start to say but Seonghwa cuts you off. 

“Speak of the devil,” He nods and when you turn you catch sight of Hongjoong heading right for you both. He’s dressed in the most decadent dark blue velvet suit you’ve ever seen, and the combination of that and his freshly dyed blue hair makes him look like more of an idol, not a producer. 

“My ears were burning,” Hongjoong says wryly, and then his eyes flick over you, “I love this,” 

“I thought you might,” You grin, moving forwards to greet him with a hug, “congratulations, Hongjoong, this is all beautiful,” 

“Thank you so much for coming,” He gives you a squeeze, “we keep missing each other for dinner,” 

“I know, I’ve been so busy lately,” You tell him, “but let’s plan something soon,” 

He nods and smiles and then turns his attention to the group, “Thank you all so much for coming,” he says. 

Minseok looks a little put out next to Seonghwa, and you hope you didn’t embarrass him, but he and everyone else greets Hongjoong and they loop through the congratulations on the finished album. Once pleasantries are done, he focuses his attention back on you, “I have someone I want you to meet,” he says. 

“Oh?” 

“Mhm,” His hand settles on your back as he turns to the group, “can I steal these two for a bit?” He nods his head towards you and Seonghwa. 

He doesn’t really wait for permission, he’s just being polite, and he steers you out of the circle and starts walking you back through the crowd closer to the stage area. 

“When did you get in?” Hongjoong asks Seonghwa as you walk. 

“This morning,” He says, “we were supposed to land last night but our flight was so delayed leaving LA,” 

“Thank you for coming anyways,” Hongjoong smiles, “I’m sure you’re exhausted,” 

“It’s fine,” He shrugs it off, “we’ll get back on timezone soon, I’m sure,” 

“Flight was okay otherwise?” You ask, but Seonghwa catches your eye and gives you a knowing smile. 

“Mhm,” He nods, “We’re all home safe and sound, I’m sure everyone else is here somewhere,” 

“Good,” Your throat feels tight, the idea that around one of these corners you’ll find Yunho and Mingi, “that’s good,” 

After three months without any contact, you’re going to have to physically restrain yourself from blurting out how you feel the second you see them. The last time they saw you was awkward at best, and considering the way you left things after the fight, the quickest way to confuse them would be to tell them you want them back with no apology, no preamble. But either way the words still form on your tongue in your imagination, and you’re mid internal monologue when Hongjoong stops walking and brings you back to reality. 

“y/n,” He says, gesturing to the couple across from you, “Seonghwa, I’d like you to meet Choi Jongho and his fiance Kim Eunji,” 

“Oh!” You can’t help the surprised sound that leaves you, “You’re the vocalist Hongjoong has told me so much about!”

Choi Jongho smiles politely, eyes flicking to Hongjoong, but then he nods, “That’s me,” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” You dip your head in quick acknowledgement. 

“So, you’re y/n?” Eunji says before Jongho can finish out the polite greetings and confusion runs through you. 

She’s looking at you with warmth and kindness, and it’s not often that omegas meeting each other for the first time are quite so positive and open. You’re used to a little hesitation, especially when alphas are around, everyone becoming a little territorial in mixed company, but Eunji seems unphased. 

“I am,” You nod as your brain starts to catch up. 

“Hongjoong mentioned you,” She explains at your confused expression, “I was hoping I’d get a chance to say hello,” 

“He did?” 

“Sorry, let me explain,” She smiles, “my little sister is debuting with your company soon,” 

“Oh!” Your brows shoot up and you run through the girls you’ve worked with to realize the common surname, “you’re Jiwoo’s sister?” 

“Yes!” She nods excitedly, “We’re very proud of her,” 

“That’s so nice,” You smile, relaxed now that you understand her abrupt familiarity, “she’s a very good dancer,” 

Eunji beams. 

“She’ll be debuting as main dancer,” Seonghwa nods, “for good reason,” 

Jongho smiles, his hand sweeping a warm line up and down his wife’s back, “Jiwoo says you and the others have been very kind during their preparations,” 

“Well,” You nod, “they’re working very hard, and I’m sure debut must be scary enough, there’s no need to add extra pressure,” 

“It is,” Jongho hums knowingly, and you recall Hongjoong mentioning he was from another idol group that had disbanded. You wonder idly in the back of your mind how difficult it really was for him judging by the brief expression on his face. 

“Exactly,” Hongjoong offers, “I thought you’d all like to meet considering the mutual acquaintance,” 

“Absolutely,” You say, “it’s been lovely,” 

Eunji is about to say something more, but Seonghwa’s hand brushes your upper arm and he leans into your ear, “At the bar,” 

“What?” You glance up at him and he nods past Jongho and Eunji. Your eyes follow his.  

The air leaves your lungs, but you feel Seonghwa’s thumb brush a comforting line over your skin, “Go,” 

“Hwa,”

“If you’ll excuse us,” Seonghwa interrupts you and gives a dazzling smile to your party, “her partners just arrived and it’s been a few months with the tour,” 

You’ll have to have a word with him about his word choice later, you notice the way Hongjoong’s eyes widen, but Jongho and Eunji just nod with understanding. The bond between alphas and their omega isn’t something to be taken lightly, and they take a step back to clear your path. 

You recover just enough to leave with normal pleasantries, “Thank you, sorry to run,” 

“No, no, of course,” Jongho nods, “it was nice to meet you.” 

“If I ever drop by the studio to see Jiwoo,” Eunji adds, “I’ll make sure to say hello,” 

“That would be nice, I look forward to it,” Your body is all but screaming at you to move now. 

“Well,” Seonghwa pushes you forwards, “I’m sure we’ll see each other later on in the evening,” 

Hongjoong says something more but you don’t quite hear it, and suddenly you’re being propelled forwards. Seonghwa dips his head towards you ear, “Good luck, be braver than I would be,” 

And then you’re alone, surrounded by bodies but alone nevertheless. 

You’re not exactly prepared for how you’re going to feel when you see them again. It’s been months, and the first thought that strikes you is how much they’ve changed in such a short time. Mingi looks broader somehow, but his face looks a little thinner and more angular, like he’s lost weight from all the performances and training and travel. Yunho’s hair is a little longer, the back a shaggier against his neck, but intentionally so, and the cut of his jacket makes his shoulders look wider. You want to barrel into their chests and tug them as close to you as you can, but instead you take a steadying breath and just give yourself a second to drink them in. 

You can’t stop yourself from smiling at the way they stand side by side as they wait for their drinks at the bar, and butterflies ripple through you, but despite everything you felt while they were gone there’s no fear. You just missed them, really and truly missed them. 

You’re moving before you consciously think it through and you watch their eyes widen when they see you coming, but it only spurns you on faster until you’re all but crashing into their sides at the bar. 

“Hey,” You’re just so happy to see them you can’t get the grin off your face, “you’re back,” 

“We’re back,” Mingi nods, and you can see the hesitation in his face. 

“I’m,” A million words run through your mind, but you settle on the truth, “so happy to see you,” 

“You are?” Yunho’s brows go high. 

“Yeah,” You step a little closer, letting the words you’ve been holding finally roll off your tongue, “this isn’t the place to talk, but yes, I’m happy to see you, I missed you both.”

Mingi exhales heavily and his lips quirk up. 

Lowering your voice a little more, you hold Mingi’s gaze, “I got your letter,” 

Yunho’s head twists to the side, confusion all over his face as he looks to Mingi for clarity. 

“We should talk,” You want to reach out so badly, but you hold it back for now, “but I wanted you both to know I’m sorry too, and I’m really glad you’re home now,” 

“Me too,” Mingi nods. 

“Good,” You sigh, “that’s good,”

“Are we okay?” Mingi glances between both of you. 

“Yes,” You nod, “I still think we should talk, we left things badly before, but I thought a lot about everything and I don’t want things to be uncomfortable anymore.” 

In the background you hear the speakers cut off the ambient music, and someone taps on a microphone to check that it’s connected. You glance towards the stage and see someone preparing to introduce Hongjoong. 

“Should we go somewhere?” Yunho asks, “Now?” 

The man on stage clears his throat into the microphone. 

You shake your head, “Not tonight, I want to be here for Hongjoong,” 

“Of course,” He backtracks. 

You reach for him this time, resting your hand on his forearm, “But maybe later this week when you’re settled we can just clear the air. I have some things I want to tell you,” 

He swallows tightly, and you can feel that he’s a little nervous but he nods, “Sure,” 

“I just,” You step back and look between them both, “I didn’t want you to stress about coming back to the studio,” 

The relief is palpable between all three of you as Hongjoong takes the stage, and Mingi says, “For a second I was worried you weren’t going to be here,” 

“No, I was just running so late,” You admit. 

“You’ve been okay?” He asks. 

“I am,” You nod, “you both are?”

“Good,” Mingi says. 

“Tired,” Yunho shrugs, and you suppose you can see a little of that in his eyes. 

“Seonghwa said your flights were delayed,” 

“Something like ten hours,” He sighs. 

“Are you sure you’re okay to come back tomorrow already?” You press them, “You’ll be jet lagged,” 

“We’ll be fine,” Yunho smiles a little at your concern, “don’t worry,” 

There’s a pause, a bubbling lull between you, but you can’t keep yourself from saying it, “I really am so glad to see you,” 

“Me too,” Yunho says. 

Mingi nods, but then his eyes flick up and he gestures behind you, “Someone’s looking for you,” 

You check over your shoulder and see Wooyoung lingering nearby and when he catches your eyes he points to his glass and then to you, checking to see if you need another and giving you a smooth out if you need one. You shake your head and turn back to Yunho and Mingi, “I should go,” 

“Okay,” Mingi says. 

You think suddenly if you walk away without making a plan you’ll think of nothing else all night until you can’t sleep, “Saturday,” you blurt out, “are you free?” 

“Yeah,” Yunho says and Mingi nods. 

“Let’s get dinner,” You say it before you can panic and take it back, “you can tell me about tour and I can… I have things I want to tell you,” 

“Just say when and where,” Mingi says, “we’re there.” 

“Okay,” You sigh, “good, perfect,”

You can practically feel Wooyoung hovering at your back and you take a deep breath as you step away, but part of you wishes you could just take Yunho up on his offer to get out of here. 

“y/n,” Yunho smiles a little, stopping you in your tracks, “you look happy,” 

“I am happy,” You tell him honestly. 

“That’s good,” He breathes. 

“Saturday,” You nod, “I’ll catch you both up on Saturday,” 

You see a flicker of something in Mingi’s expression, but then he smiles, “Wouldn’t miss it,” 

You turn before you lose your nerve and run straight into Wooyoung carrying two full glasses of champagne. 

“Everything okay?” He asks, pushing a glass into your hands, some of the bubbling liquid spilling over the sides and over your fingers. 

“Good,” You assure him, tugging him away from the bar and towards the back wall where you can talk to him unobserved. 

“I wasn’t sure if you needed rescuing,” 

“I didn’t,” You tell him, “I was doing fine,” 

“Shit,” He grimaces, “did I fuck up your moment?” 

“No, no,” You shake your head, “we’re meeting on Saturday, I’m going to talk to them then,” 

Something’s a little hurried in his face though, his eyes glancing past you again and again, and you can feel that he’s not exactly present. 

“Woo,” You start but he locks his eyes with yours and cuts you off. 

“I think I just met the love of my life,” He stammers, “I might fucking faint,” 

“What?” You hush him, pressing him back into the wall behind you, “Are you serious?” 

“I’m not going to faint for real,” He swats your hands away, “but I don’t know, y/n, I can’t breathe. My fucking chest is tight,” 

“Holy shit,” You manage. 

“I know,” He nods, “I know,” 

“You’re not close to your heat are you?” You probe him, wondering if you need to make a break for San and Seonghwa. 

“No,” He shakes his head, laying a cool hand on his flushed cheeks, “it’s nothing like that,” 

You nod relieved, “Well, then what happened?” 

“Okay,” He takes a long steadying breath, “you see that guy on stage? The one to the left of Hongjoong?” 

“Choi Jongho?” Your voice spikes up and he shushes you frantically. 

“No, oh my god,” He waves his hand to get your volume down, “he’s engaged, y/n, no, the other one,” 

You look to the left of Jongho and take in the third man on stage. He’s the one who introduced Hongjoong, his voice low and velvety soft. He has long blonde hair that brushes his collar bones, the top half gathered into a messy but chic bun. You can tell from here he’s handsome, devastatingly so, with a cool expression and his lips parted just enough to make you wonder how he kisses. 

“Oh,” You nod, “got it,” 

“Exactly,” He runs a panicked hand through his own hair. 

“He’s an alpha?” You surmise, “Did you catch his scent or,” 

Wooyoung’s shaking his head frantically before he can finish his words, “He’s a beta,” 

You can’t control the surprise in your expression, Wooyoung’s only ever really gone for alphas. It makes sense, most omegas do, considering the hindbrain of it all, but Wooyoung’s looking about as wrecked as you’ve ever seen someone. 

On stage, Hongjoong gestures towards the two men on his left and you switch your focus from Wooyoung’s whining panic to the man addressing the crowd, “I have one more announcement to make tonight,” he says, “something that would not have been possible to announce without Choi Jongho. I don’t think I need to tell you what a talent he is and how lucky we are at KQ to have brought him on. We have a preview of something we’d like to share, once again, something I felt very creatively supported in by Kang Yeosang,”

“That’s him,” Wooyoung hisses next to your ear and you refocus, “Kang Yeosang,” 

“Shh!” You hush him, but by the time you can hear Hongjoong again, he’s moved on to announcing that he’s going to preview Jongho’s new single, and you roll your eyes to refocus on Wooyoung, “So who’s this guy?” 

“Creative director,” He explains quickly, “album art, concepts, the works.” 

“Damn,” You manage. 

“He’s so fucking smart, y/n, you have no idea,” He breathes. 

“So you actually talked to him?”

“Talked to him?” He laughs, “I had his cock down my throat like thirty minutes ago,” 

“Jesus Christ, Wooyoung, that’s too much information,” You smack his arm. 

He rolls his eyes and continues, “We bumped into each other in the hall, like physically bumped into each other. I spilled my drink all down his nice white shirt,” 

The shirt Yeosang is wearing is still crisp white, so you assume there’s more to this story before he even keeps going. 

“I felt like an idiot,” He admits, “pulled him into the bathroom and told him I could fix it right up with a little club soda,” 

“Okay,” 

“He barely said anything at first,” Wooyoung continues, “I was just rinsing his shirt out while he stood there half naked looking like Michalangelo or something,” 

“I don’t think Michaelangelo was very cut,” You smirk. 

“The statute,” He swats you, “you know the one, don’t fuck with me,” 

“Okay, fine, go on,” 

“Anyway,” He sighs, “I was just talking, keeping the conversation going, fucking babbling while I washed out his shirt and then before I knew it he had me pressed up against the mirror with his tongue down my throat,” 

“Wow,” 

“One thing led to another,” He blushes again, “and then we just talked while I finished drying his button down,” 

“Wow, again,” You breathe. 

“I know,” He breathes, “I’ve never felt like this,” 

“Okay,” You squeeze his hand, “but, Woo, this is a good thing,” 

“I know, but I’m kind of fucking terrified,” He admits, “is this how you felt?”

“Pretty much,” 

“It’s awful,” He admits. 

“Tell me about it,” 

The crowd around you starts clapping, the speeches are over, and the men on stage start to head down the side steps to rejoin the crowd as the single begins to play. Everyone in the room is listening attentively to the music except you and Wooyoung. 

“What are you going to do?” You ask him, your voice low. 

“Go home with him,” Wooyoung checks his watch and then presses his untouched glass of champagne into your hands, “I’ve got to go,”

“Whoa,” You shake your head, “are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“I’m a big boy,” He rolls his eyes again. 

“Text me his number, and his address,” You insist, “and check in with me tomorrow. If you don’t, I’m calling Seonghwa and San.” 

“Oh my god, please don’t do that.” He grimaces, texting you Yeosang’s contact information anyways. 

“Don’t make me,” You tell him. 

“Fine,” 

“Have fun, please be safe,” You’d take his hand, but yours are full of champagne. You hope the genuineness of your expression gets your point across to him. 

“I will,” he promises, “and I’ll call you. We’ll talk all about Saturday too, I just,” 

“I get it,” You nod, “honestly, I do,” 

“Thank you,” His eyes soften, “and please, don’t tell San and Seonghwa. Not yet,” 

“I won’t,” You assure him, “just go, be happy,” 

“You too, okay?” He smiles, “Whatever it is, you do it. You deserve it after all this,” 

Your stomach warms at that, and you know he’s right, you just want to do this the right way for once. Over Wooyoung’s shoulder you see the blonde man in question smoothly cutting his way through the crowd, and you nod towards him, “Get out of here, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” 

He’s gone without another word, just a rushed smile as he weaves his way towards Yeosang, a bright and beaming grin now on his face. He’s a goner, you can see it clear as day. A brief flickering question passes through your mind of how this might affect his dynamic with Seonghwa and San, but given the way your best friend is lit up from the inside it doesn’t even matter. If you deserve to be happy like that, so does he, however it happens. 

With Wooyoung gone, you take a moment to survey the room, but you can’t find your group anymore. You see people from KQ you recognize, but your normal BB Trippin group is nowhere in sight and Yunho and Mingi are no longer towering over everyone at the end of the bar. You listen to the rest of the new single, something soulful and rooted in R&B just like Hongjoong had described to you all those months ago. 

As you listen to the crooning love song, your mind loops through the encounter with Yunho and Mingi, of every microexpression and you get lost in your plans for Saturday yet again. How you’ll tell them you’re sorry, how you’re ready to move on and to be honest with one another. How much you still want them, that you might love them. 

You don’t know how long you’re standing there by the back wall, thoughts tumbling over what-ifs when you’re brought back to reality. 

“Tough night?” A voice makes you jump, a little more champagne dipping out of your glasses as you turn to the side. 

“Hey, Minseok,” You laugh a little, “you scared me,” 

“Sorry,” He smiles, begging off, “I just meant the two drinks, and you know, hiding in the corner,” 

“Oh,” You shake your head, “no, Wooyoung ran off and stuck me with his glass. Do you want?” You offer it to him. 

“Sure,” He nods, smoothly taking the glass from your hands. 

You take a quick sip from yours and clear your throat softly, “So, enjoying the party?” 

He nods, “It’s nice, but honestly I was just about to get out of here and call it a night,” 

“Me too,” You nod. You’d try to say goodbye to Hongjoong, but he’s been tied up all evening mingling, and without any of your friends in sight it seems as good a time as any to slip out. 

“Let me walk you out,” He offers, plucking the champagne from your fingertips and placing both glasses on one of the nearby side service tables. 

You probably would have finished it, and a flicker of annoyance passes through you, but you let it pass and nod, “Sure,” 

You’re not far from the door, and he organizes grabbing both of your checked jackets as he makes small talk, “Are you taking the train or,” 

“I’ll probably order a car,” You usually do when it’s late like this and you’ve had a few drinks despite the extra cost. 

“Me too,” He nods, passing your jacket over. 

You shrug it on and search for something to say, but Minseok isn’t as forthcoming and chatty as some of the other dancers, “Do you live closeby?” 

“More towards Itaewon,” He zips his jacket and gestures towards the exit doors that will lead you out onto the street. 

“Mm,” You nod, pushing through the doors. 

“You know, we could,” Minseok starts to say, but the minute you step aside you finally see some familiar faces. 

“There you are!” You smile, and your familiar group of dancers turns at your voice. 

Minseok says something else, but you don’t quite catch it and you spin to apologize quickly over your shoulder before rejoining your friends. 

“I thought you left,” San ushers you over to their group. 

“Good timing,” Seonghwa adds, “my car’s not far, you want a ride?” 

“Sure,” You nod, you’ll never turn down a less expensive rideshare. 

Yunho and Mingi are talking with Jaemin at the edge of the group, but you catch Mingi’s glancing eye and give him a smile. It’s impossible to just smooth over your last real conversation with them, but you’re trying to signal in every little way that you want to move past it, that his letter meant something. You’ll lay out the rest for them as soon as you get them alone. 

He smiles back, quickly catching that you’re about to leave and you can see that he wants to step away from the conversation he’s having about some missteps from the tour. 

“Have you seen Wooyoung?” San asks, bringing your attention back. 

“For a second,” You nod, but look away from quickly as you try to tell a vague white lie, “I think he already split,” 

He hums, but then Seonghwa gently taps your back, “Car,” 

“Oh, perfect,” You step with him and turn to the group, “goodnight everyone, see you in the morning!” 

Dahan and San both give quick, small waves. 

“Goodnight,” Mingi says, his conversation stuttering to a pause so he can address you, “see you,” 

“See you tomorrow,” Yunho adds, nodding. 

Your stomach feels like it might flutter right out of your body. 

“I’ll have him drop you first,” Seonghwa says as he helps you into the car, jogging to the opposite side to get in himself. 

As the car pulls away you feel lighter than you have in months, and seeing them again makes everything feel so much more sure. They’re real, they’re back, and they want to see you too. Everything else falls to the side, for once the path forwards is crystal clear. 

#this chapter was honestly fun and i hope you like the introduction of other ateez members!!!! #honeyhotteoks fics #ateez fics #this night together fic #yunho x reader #mingi x reader #yungi x reader #yunho fic #yunho ff #mingi fic #mingi ff #ateez fic #ateez series #ateez ff #ateez #yunho #mingi

[indigoflorals]

8 with rafe?

flash - r.c (18+)

rafe cameron x reader

Sum: Valentines Day Prompt 8 (Sex Tapes)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, filming sex, hair pulling, spanking

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“And you’re sure you’re comfortable with this?”

Your boyfriend paced slightly before you, as you lied naked on his bed.

“Yes Rafe,” You giggled softly, “I think over there would be best.” You pointed lazily to a bookcase in the corner, your breasts swaying at the movement.

He hummed in response, picking up his phone and placing it in a small nook in the bookcase. The camera was pointed at you, and you gave a small wave.

“It’s not on yet,” he fidgeted with the placement of the phone. “Are you really sure?”

You could tell how hesitant Rafe had been about the whole thing. He had brought it up to you in passing, how sexy you always look when he’s taking you. How much he’d love to have a physical keepsake of your noises and faces.

He had never expected you to be so eager about the idea. He was excited, sure, but he couldn’t believe you had really wanted it.

You stood from your place among his plush bedding, padding over to him. “Yes, baby. I wanna see you just as much as you wanna see me.”

Rafe’s face was red at your words. His eyes were trained on your breasts, flicking back and forth between them and your eyes whenever you noticed his staring. He felt like a teenage boy, seeing everything for the first time.

Walking behind him, you wiggled your hips ever so slightly to draw his attention to your plump ass. He turned to follow you with his eyes as you bent to turn the video on.

“Hello!” You mused, a sweet smile on your face despite every part of you exposed to the camera. He could feel himself straining against his boxers at your cuteness.

You turned to him, tracing a hand down his bare chest, eyeing the tent in his underwear.

“You’re so beautiful.” His hand cupped your face, pulling your attention to him when your eyes wandered to the camera. “Eyes on me tonight baby. Wanna put on the best show, don’t you?”

You nodded with eagerly, whining as a strong hand came to cup the heat between your legs.

Rafe’s fingers spread your pussy apart as the hand on your chin slid the back of your head, pulling you into a forceful kiss.

You cried out at the sensation of his fingers sliding into you, muffled by his lips on yours. His tongue explored your mouth, and he groaned at how easily your pussy enveloped his fingers. Roughly, he fucked you on his hand as his free arm slid behind your waist to stabilize you.

You legs threatened to buckle before he slid his fingers out of you. Pulling away you whined at the loss of sensation.

“I only want you cumming on my cock tonight baby, I’m sorry.” A hard slap came against your ass as your boyfriend spun you around, pushing you to leave you bent over his bed. “Mm, I want a better shot of this.”

You pussy was exposed to the cool air now as you lied in waiting. You heard the rustling of him grabbing the camera, and a wide smirk was spread across his face.

Rafe knelt behind you, pointing the camera at your soaked cunt. “Look how wet she is for me.” A finger prodded at your hole and you whined.

He licked a stripe from your pussy to your ass before planting a strong slap against your clit. Yo buried your face into the blankets to muffle your voice.

“Oh no, I want to hear you.” He stood behind you, pulling himself free from his boxers and slapping his cock against your waiting pussy. “Or I will give you nothing.”

You wailed at his words, “Please Rafe, I need you now.”

He only grunted in response, sliding into your wet heat in one hard thrust.

Tears sprung to your eyes at the stretch. “So big.”

The hand not holding the camera came to fist at the flesh of your ass, pushing you forward so that only the tip was inside.

“Yeah and you’re gonna fucking take all of it.” He bounced you back so that it was all the way inside of you, and you could feel a warmth burning in your belly.

“More.” You whined.

At your word he began to fuck you mercilessly, unable to hold himself back anymore.

A hand yanked at your hair, turning your head to the side to face the camera. Tears pooled out of you eyes as your orgasm washed over you.

“I can’t wait for you to see how sexy you look.”

#outer banks #outerbanks #obx #obx fic #obx imagine #obx season 3 #obx smut #obx2 #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe fluff #rafe x y/n #rafe fic #rafe smut #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #drew starkey obx #obx fanfiction #obx x reader #obxhub #obx pogues #obx netflix #obx spoilers

[icdrawings]

Corpse puppet au

By @sketchquill

Chapter 2

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Gold's pov

Aunt Nell rang the door bell as the butler opened it showing us the Pillar's. I tilted my head down because of how intimidating they looked before aunt harshly nudged me with her shoulder making me pick my head up quickly to not cause anymore fuss.

"Oh, my goodness,oh ,such grandeur such impeccable taste! Oh, beautiful, innit?"my aunt said excitedly in a fake polish accent "it's not as big as our place, dear, Mm, a little bit shabby, really, isn't it?" Uncle stated only to get wacked by aunt Nell "shut up" she said

"Why you must be Mr. Pillar, oh, yes, I must say you don't look like a day over 20" uncle William attempted to compliment him only for aunt to hit in again."smile, darling, smile"Mrs. Pillar said a bit too loud "well, hello, what a pleasure, welcome to our home" Mr. Pillar said with a crooked smile and somewhat cheerful tone, I know that we aren't welcomed here but my aunt and uncle thought otherwise "Oh-oh-oh! Thank you!" Aunt sounded pleased "we'll be taking tea in the west drawing room, oh, do come this way"Mrs. Pillar said as we followed them.

"Oh I love what you've done with the place, who is your decorator?"a sad attempt of a aunt trying to make small talk "nice tiles, shame about the drapes"uncle said "oh, my husband says such foolish things, ignore him"aunt Nell said trying to shut him up. Un announced to them I stopped walking to gaze at the grand piano they had, it looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. The more I looked at it the more I remember Coin, how he would make sure he'd play his instruments almost every day.

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(Age 6 at old home)

I was taking some figs for Coin in the music room since he has been playing for hours now, I didn't want him to get hungry. The music grew louder as I got closer, holding the figs I gently knocked on the door as a way of getting his attention without startling him and waited "come in" I opened the door to see Coin writing down some sheet music "hi Coin I brought you something to eat"I said holding up the figs "Figs!my favorite!oh, you shouldn't have, thanks Gold" he said excitedly as I gave him the figs before leaving "hey Gold" I turned around "why don't we share" he said patting the space next to him on the seat "okay" I said taking a seat as we each grabbed a fig and started eating. It was a comfortable silence as I looked around the music room taking notes of all the different instruments before turning behind me to look at the piano, "hey coin can I ask a question?" I said "shoot" he said "I just wanted to know, why do you play your instrument almost everyday?" I asked out if curiosity.

Coin finished his fig before placing a hand on my head "because if I don't how will I know my music would be appreciated" he said with a smile as I looked at him in utter confusion "if I don't use my instruments then why have them if not to create something that brings me joy, by the use and well care of the instruments shows the appreciation of the musician and their music" he said as he rubbed my head "that's why I play so much to show how much I thank the instruments and my talent to be who I am in every song i play" I looked at him in awe understand how much he loved being a musician " could... could you teach me a melody " I asked stunning him a bit before he chuckled rubbing my head more " sure how about the piano I got just the melody " he said as we cleaned our hand before turning to play the piano.

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I swiped the dust off the seat before opening the covers of the piano, taping out each key to make sure each was working and surprisingly they were before starting to play that same melody Coin taught me many years ago.

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Howdy's pov

I finished fixing my hair before rushing to meet with my parents only for piano music to be playing, I know for a fact that no one in this place knows how to play the piano it was only for an aesthetic choice to make my family look richer. I wanted to see who was playing. Quickly but quietly walking to see who was playing surprised me, looking down the stairs I saw that it was my soon-to-be partner Gold Treasure and I must say they look gorgeous in that dress and played beautifully. I got closer gently going down each step.

I walked behind them trying to think of a way to announce my presence when seeing them reach for a key so in excitement I pressed it but that was a bad idea because once they caught sight of me they flinched hard "o-oh do forgive me I was lost in the melody" they said trying to get up "you play beautifully" I said mentally slapping myself for scaring them "I-I do apologize, Mr. Pillar, how rude of me to... well..." They tried to continue but kept stuttering "Mother won't let me near the piano" I said giving them a break "music is improper for a young man, too passionate she says" I explained as they looked at the piano sadly "I wouldn't think so, my brother loved to play music as if it was a part of his soul even the melody I play now it was his original creation" they said getting me curious "your brother plays, that's amazing and what you were playing just now, he made it, then I must meet him, will he be there at the wedding?" I asked excitedly hoping to finally learn how to play the piano "sadly he won't be with us at the wedding" Gold said in a more quiet tone making me feel guilty for asking, thinking of a way to change the subject.

"If I may ask, M-Mr Pillar...where is your chaperone" they asked catching me off guard "perhaps in-in this view of circumstances, you could call me Howdy" I said "oh, yes, of course, well... Howdy" they sounded nervous "yes... Gold" I said in a similar nervous tone "to... tomorrow we are to be... m... m... Mm" "married" I finished their sentence. "O-oh, yes, m... m... married" they finally were able to say it, I finally decided to sit down next to them but they moved away a little which is understandable, we have only just met "since I was a child, I've always dreamed of my wedding day, I always hoped to find someone I was deeply in love with, someone to spend the rest of my life with, silly isn't it" I said rubbing the back on my next with my top right hand, top left hand tapping the seat, and my bottom hands fiddling with each other.

"Oh, no, that doesn't sound silly at all"they said surprising me as I looked at them, as they looked down at their hand "it wound be a beautiful thing, a wonderful thing" they sounded sad, I tried to comfort them by gently holding their hand as we made eye contact before they quickly looked away looking more sadden as they pulled their hand back.

"What improperly is this" we turn to see that it was my mother "you shouldn't be alone together, here it is, 1 minute before 5 and you're not at rehearsal, Pastor Galswells is waiting, come at once" she scoulded us as Gold shut the piano case and walked to follow my mother without saying another word making me quick to catch up.

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Gold's pov

( 3 hours later )

"Master Treasure, from the beginning, again" the pastor said in annoyance "with this hand, I will lift your sorrows, your glass will never be empty, for u will be your wine, with this candle, I will light your way in darkness, with this ring, I ask you to be mine, let's try this again" the pastor said as I felt guilty for not being able to do it right the first couple of times "yes, yes, sir, with this candle..." I said said try to light it but it wouldn't"this candle..." I kept trying but it didn't work "this candle..."I kept trying "shall I go up there and do it for them" I heard aunt say "don't get alflutter, dear" I heard uncle as I turned my head around to see the Pillars giving me a harsh glare making me flinch turning back to the pastor coughing, looking to see that my candle was lit.

"With this candle..." I said taking a breath to calm myself down but instead it blew out the candle "Oh!" I heard aunt "CONTINUE!" the pastor shouted making me flinch, then we heard knocking "get the door, Emil" said Mr. Pillar to his butler "let's just pick it up at the candle bit" the pastor said "only for the butler to come back holding a card with a lady of pink skin, orange and yellow horn, golden hair, and wearing a velvet dress make ng me gulp. "A Lady Julie Joyful, sir" said the butler "I haven't a head for dates, apparently I'm a day early to the ceremony" the lady named Julie said "is she from your side of the family?" I heard Mr. Pillar asked his wife "I don't recall, Emil, a seat for Lady Julie"Mrs. Pillar said to the butler, once gaining a seat she immediately sat down before saying "do carry on".

"Let's try this again, shall we master Gold" the pastor said "yes, of course sir" I said more nervous than ever as I lift my right hand "with this h... hand"I started off holding Howdy's hand making me uncomfortable "I.. with... OH!" I hit the table by accident "three steps, three, can you not count? do you not wish to be married, master Gold" the pastor said with anger "no,no!" I tried to explain "you do not" Howdy said shocked "I-i mean of course I do" I said quickly as I tried to calm my shaking body so as not to anger anyone else "have you even remembered to bring the ring!" The pastor said "of-of course, the ring" I said grabbing it out of my pocket but dropped it due to how undsteady my hands were "oh, no they dropped the ring!" Mrs. Pillar cried "this child doesn't want to get married" the pastor said shocked as I tried to get the ring only for it to roll near Mrs. Pillars dress "I'm so sorry ma'am" I said grabbing the ring, getting up only to smell smoke.

Smoke? I looked down to see that Mrs. Pillars dress was on fire, the fire, so bright and hot, too hot, TOO HOT! I felt myself shaking quickly backing away only to bump into Howdy. I couldn't see anything only the fire as it was bright and orange, I tried to breath but my lungs felt as if they collapsed, I felt as if I was gonna fall. Covering my face trying not to cry as I felt 4 arms rapped around me as I heard someone trying to calm me down but it wasn't working. It was utter chaos until Lady Julie found a bucket of water and pourd it on Mrs. Pillars dress "Enough! This wedding cannot take place until they are properly prepared" the pastor said pointing at me as I pushed away Howdy "learn your vows" he said as I tried to look at him, any of them but nothing it was so blurry I couldn't breath, I needed to leave, I have to leave!

Backing up again only to feel the door I rushed out and ran as far as I could after hearing Lady Julie said "well... their quite the catch, aren't they" making me start to cry.

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Eddie's pov

I kept wondering how Gold was doing, hopefully alright, I would have to find a way to thank them for giving me this cloak thought it's really warm and better then what their family gives me. I was about to doze off until I heard shouting from inside. I got off the carriage and was about to run over to make sure nothing happens to Gold only to see them rush out crying and running straight to the woods. I knew something bad had happened to them as I rushed to follow them not caring that my bones ached I didn't care

"I'll be damned if I let those idiots hurt my kid"

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Chapter 3

#o/c #welcome home #welcome home oc #wally darling #wally darling x o/c #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #corpse puppet au #@sketchquill #howdy pillar #julie joyful #eddie dear

[coffinpal]

Here are some things for your hillbily au, (Which I love by the way, I blame you for the brainrot),

As someone who grew up around rednecks and cornfields, Just here to share some childhood experiences :)

Always walking barefoot whenever possible. Always, if you don't need shoes, we didn't wear 'em.

Parents randomly coming inside with a snake or turtle, also, so. many. deer. everywhere. You look put the window? Deer. Driving down the road? Deer.

Also turkeys, lots of wild turkeys during fall.

Mushroom hunting! You grab your net bag, some black clothes to avoid ticks, and you run around in the woods looking for morel mushrooms.

Bats somehow breaking into your house, and a buck load of mosquitoes. So many mosquitoes :(

Lots, and lots of fried chicken. I mean like once a week for dinner, always an option at a family function. fried chicken or fried fish.

Lots and lots of Yes Sir's and Yes Ma'am's.

Bruised knees, scraped elbows. Also duct tape as a tempory band-aid until you get inside to clean the boo-boo.

I won't go on forever, but I have one more thing to say.

Lefty would 100% be a religous listener of The Chicks.

Thank you, and goodnight!

Lefty is saying, "Ya gotcherself preetty good 'ere, Dolly."

yes!! i share some of these memories! no one ever used duct tape on me and ive never been mushroom hunting though. ill have to draw them highway blackberry picking :,)

But shoes were optional for me and all of the boys but Lefty don't wear shoes all the time. Lefty just has a favorite pink pair he bought at the dollar store.

Merle makes the best fried chicken and greens. mm

ty for sending these to me! they made me look back on some of my own memories 💖

#pal talks #rise hillbilly au #rottmnt hillbilly au #u can just walk outside and possibly see a deer here #ive seen one in my backyard and im in the city now #lefty would listen to the chicks 100%

[tizeline]

Can I ask how you draw the mutant mayhem turtles’ anatomy? And proportions. ALSO I LOVE YOUR ART IT IS SO GOOD AND JUST AHHH

(Hopefully that wasn’t weird)

Waaaa thank you!!! :,D!!!!

Uhhhh yeah sure why not. Just so ya know, not great at giving art tutorials so I have no idea how helpful you'll actually find this, but I'll try my best 👍

And this might not need saying, but just so we're on the same page, when I draw the MM turtles I don't exactly stay 100% on model. I generally try to draw them similarly to how they actually look, but I also take some ✨artistic liberties✨, as is the nature of fanart.

Okay let's start with heads, that's probably the one of the MM boys' most distinct feature. For Raph and Leo it's easy to divide their heads up in two main shapes. The lower part of their head sticks out quite a bit compared to the upper part. I dunno how clear it is in these images but compared to Leo, Raph has a bit of a wider head (mostly the cheeks) and the top of it is flatter. Leo's head is a bit more round-ish while Raph's is slightly more angular.

For Mikey and Donnie it's easier to just view their heads as one single shape (The lower part of their heads are still wider than the upper part, but it's not as noticeable as it is with their other brothers) Mikey's head is just straight up an oval. Well, not exactly, like an oval and a rectangle with mixed together. Donne's is less stretched out, like a circle and a rectangle mixed together.

But that's the movie, when it comes my art I have a tendency to dial down the differences between their heads and draw them a bit more overall roundish. (Except for like Donnie, I actually tend to make his face a bit more stretched out and rectangular lol)

I'm still figuring out how exactly I wanna draw these guys TBH, so my art of them isn't super consistent. That being said, there's a lot of squash and stretch going on in the movie's animation when it comes to facial expressions. So even in the movie their head-shapes aren't super consistent either.

Anyway, body proportions!

Aside from maybe height the brother all have pretty similar body-types. Raph I would say looks the most different, being a bit wider. Particularly his carapace is almost bit pear shaped? It gets wider the further down it goes is what I'm trying to say. Leo, Donnie and Mikey have a more consistent rectangular shape. (Another detail I noticed while making this was that it seems that Leo and Donnie have six scutes on their plastron, while Raph and Mikey have 8. It's a bit hard to see tho because their belts are kinda in the way)

With specifically their limbs, Donnie and Mikey are a bit lankier, while Raph and Leo have slightly thicker muscles (tho still rather lanky compared to other iterations of the turtles)

When I draw them they (like with their head shapes) end up more similar to each other than they are with their canon designs. I also draw them with slightly less thin limbs.

Shell! It was hard finding good images of the back of their shells so I dunno exactly how many scutes they have back there, but it seems to be 3 columns at the very least? (Also I think Leo might have a comparatively slightly smaller shell than his brothers?)

The shells also generally take up a bit more than half of their side-profile. Looking more closely at these reference images have made me realize that I draw their shells a bit flat lol.

I don't know how much more help I can give when it comes to their designs. I just end off with some details to remember when drawing them.

Raph is missing a tooth, and Mikey has braces. (Leo had braces in the concept art and I'm stubborn and insist on drawing him with them also because fuck you)

They all have a few scratches here and there, but in typical Raph fashion, he has a LOT of scratches on his plastron. Also his beltbuckle has tape on it.

The space between their eyes is narrower than the size of one of their eyes, except for Mikey. Him having a wider face makes his ...nosebridge(?)... whatever, the space there is approximately the width of one of his eyes. Some facial anatomy for ya'

Another face anatomy thing, the ends of their mouths mostly lines up with the outer edge of their eyes (they're pretty wide)

#tizel talk #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mutant mayhem #tmnt mm

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Streamer

You removed your tape from your camera and pressed the start button on the screen.

"Hey boys, I'm in a great mood today. How about you guys make it even better." You pulled out your 'Sex Machine 3000' when they saw what you brought out. The tips were rolling in.

"I know it's been a minute. But like I said, I'm in a good mood. So let me make you guys happy."

You hooked your machine up in front of the cam and in between your legs. You sat both legs up on your desk, wide open. You were giving them a perfect view of your little pretty pink hole.

MILKB0y_9: You need to lube up. Don't wantchu' hurtin that pretty pussy

You giggle at that comment. "Oh, don't worry, love." You grabbed your vibrator, pulled your panties aside, and put it directly on your clit. "This lube I use is homemade." You cut the power on and used your other hand to grab your left nipple.

Again. The tips were rolling in. You gasped a little when you gave your nipple a pinch. You rotated your toy in a circular motion, slowly thrusting your hips up. "Mm, feels so good." You looked in the camera and bit your lip. "Getting close." You did it for a few more seconds before pulling it away. You Didn't want to orgasm before the good part.

You pulled your lips apart to show them how wet you were. You put your index and middle in between and showed it to the cam. "See that milk boy? I have that grade A shit no need for lube."

You pulled your fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean. You're stroking the tip of the machine between your folds, wetting it up. "Ready, boys?" Ding after ding informing you how ready they are. You Pointed it to your hole and turned it on the lowest setting. You slowly but your bottom lip and start playing with both nipples.

You looked at your cam and grinned. You raised the remote and turned it up just a few more notches. Strokes were moving a tad bit faster. "This is more like it." You bit down on your finger, throwing your head back, while the other hand reaches for your clit rubbing in gentle circles.

You were feeling good until your phone rang. Exhaling gently , you reached for your phone and saw it was Eren who was calling. You smirked and put your finger on your lips to the cam.

"Hey, babe," you said in a sultry way. "Hey pretty, I'm around the corner. I had a bad day, and I just wanna be up under you. Is that ok?"  You did a little pout before replying, "Awe, baby, of course. You'll have to let yourself in, I'm a bit.." you look down at the machine that's fucking you slowly. "Occupied. The key is under the mat."

you hung up and placed your phone on the desk. "Sorry, boys, but my baby needs me."

A lot of sad and crying emotes flood the chat.

"So you guys wouldn't mind if I cheer him up, right?" You pulled your panties to the side further and grabbed your vibrator, placing it back on your pearly bud. " I'm going to keep this set on and let my baby rip it off." You chuckled and looked at the cam. "He loves ripping things." You let out a low groan. "Just thinking about him is getting me super wet."

You heard your door shut. "Speaking of the devil." You said lowly. You turned your vibrator up another level letting out a low moan.

Eren appears in the doorway, looking like dinner. You look up at him with a smile. "Hey baby," you said, a little breathy. You straighten out your mask and point to your bottom draw. Him getting the hint reaches in and grabs a mask placing it on his face.

Eren walks a few steps closer and looks down. He sees the machine pumping into you slowly and smirks. "I don't think this is getting the job done.." He leans down, grabbing your neck pulling your lips to his.  You gasped and dropped the vibrator to the floor. "That's ok, mamas. I'll make you feel better than these toys." He whispered in your ear. You giggled "it's supposed to be the other way around” you said while leaving sweet kisses on his neck.

He pulled away and grabbed the remote, turning it off.  He pulled it out slowly, causing you to moan. He looked at the cam and got on his knees, and looked up at you. "Your presence is already calming me down. He looked back at the cam and said, " Let me show you who's pussy this is."

You looked at the chat expecting mean comments, but they weren't at all. They were all so excited? Which confused you. But then again, not really.

You pulled his hair out of a bun and gathered it In Your hand. "That's right, baby. Eat."

#eren x you #female reader #cam reader #cam gurl #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger x y/n #eren aot #aot x reader #smut #aot smut

[picturespurple-68]

A little fic I wrote for @ashafox based on a spicy piece from their Twitter (18+ only).

Summary: College au, nerd!Ivan stuffs jock!Alfred into a locker with only a toy and little clothes.

Rating: Explicit 18+

"Ivan! Ivan please dude it was just a joke! Come on, don't be like this! Vany- mph!"

A strip of duct tape slapped over the mouth shut him up fast.

"That is enough out of you." Ivan smugly looked over his handiwork of Alfred. He'd convinced the man to join him in the men's locker room and had him strip down to nothing but his silly jockstrap with a promise of, "sexy fun times" as Alfred liked to say. From there it was easy to overpower him, tying his wrist behind his back using the obnoxiously long laces of his cleats and shoving his favorite bullet vibrator down the front of his underwear with the wire securely tucked into the waistband.

After being manhandled into his open locker, Ivan took delight in clicking the toy on and hearing him startle. Alfred looked at him indignantly when Ivan laughed at him, "What's wrong Alfred? This is just a taste of your own medicine."

"M-mm!"

He gave his phone a check noticing the time, "Don't worry. I'll be back for you after class. Oh- And try to stay quiet. You wouldn't want your team to find you like this."

Alfred could only give more muffled protests as he watched Ivan walk away.

Fuck. Now he was stuck here with this God damn incessant buzzing against his cock. It got worse when its pattern changed to something more intense and stuttering.

Leaning against the cool locker wall, Alfred could only ride out the sensations and focus on remembering to breathe through his nose. A minute passed, he could do this. A couple more now, his cock was growing but he was fine. Ten minutes in, ah ah ah yes please! Don't stop ngh! Minute eleven, no! It changed, why did it change?!

There was no rhyme or reason for the alternating pulses he had to ride out. It was always just when it was getting good that he'd be brought back down and now he was aware of how wet his jock had become.

'Ivan you dickhead.' His thoughts could only think about the nerd who put him in this predicament with his shitty personality, stupid baby face, ridiculously big di-

SLAM

Alfred tensed when the sound of the locker room door echoed through the space followed by footsteps and familiar voices.

"Idiot! Don't slam the door, you'll draw attention to us!" 'Oh, that was definitely Gilbert's scratchy ass tone.'

"You interrupted my date with Lukas! Let's just get this done already, which locker did you stash it in?" 'Matthias? Shit! Both their lockers are near mine!'

He could hear the two getting closer and his body inexplicably grew hot. It might've been because of his exhibition kink that Ivan so loved to exploit from the young man, or maybe it was the toy's vibration suddenly intensifying on his dick. Either way, Alfred could barely focus on keeping himself quiet as his orgasm approached faster than his brain could register.

The delaying of his pleasure made it feel all the better as he came hard enough for his cum to spill through the fabric and drip to the floor. It seemed luck was on his side when the two men dug through a locker just on the other side of Alfred's.

When his mind began to clear, he could faintly hear metal banging metal and sneakers squeaking farther away. Everything was going well, at least, until he realized the vibrator was still buzzing on his now sensitive cock.

'Oh God oh shit! Stop! Stop! Ahn please!'

He could plead all he wanted in his head but there was nobody around to help. The only relief he could get was when the vibrations went down again; too bad it never completely stopped. His hips twitched madly while his skin grew clammy all over especially his face, with his glasses sliding to the tip of his nose and the tape on his mouth beginning to peel off.

'How much longer will this last?!'

—————————————————————

45 minutes

That's how long it took before Ivan came walking back to find Alfred in the state he was in. At some point his glasses had fully fallen off, letting him press his whole face into the locker wall. A look of bliss graced his features as his eyes could barely stay open and moans slipped out of the parting duct tape. Ivan took note of the small puddle of cum that continued to dribble from his soaked underwear.

Giving a click of the tongue, he took mercy on Alfred and turned the bullet off. A grateful sob ripped through the spent man who leaned over in exhaustion to fall into Ivan's hold. Moving to sit on a bench with the American in his lap, Ivan helped him to come down from his high by petting his hair and whispering gentle praise in Russian.

Eventually, when touching his skin resulted in less twitching and his breathing evened out, the bigger man got up to carry Alfred to the showers nearby. He'd be a bit out of it for the rest of the day, but Ivan was glad to take care of the man until he was back to his usually obnoxious self.

#hws russia #hws america #ivan braginsky #alfred f jones #amerus #rusame #wfsn #my writing #hetalia

[day0walkersdrafts]

“Ben’s got a package.”

Xavier tosses it up onto the kitchen counter, leaning hip cocked against it and rifling mail. He does this, sort of habitually. End of the week, goes through the big stack they accumulate and plucks out credit card ads, junk mail, the works. Lark and Benny don’t mind, because they’re both awful at keeping up with the mail, but also don’t seem nearly as annoyed by the fishing attempts as Xavier. He’s diligent about it, licks a finger to flick through three peoples worth of incoming post.

Lark slides the package toward himself, sharpie in hand, cap between his teeth. He snorts and draws Xavier’s attention from the letter that’s made to look like a distant relative. Lark caps the marker.

“I was gonna cover up his name, but he beat me to it.” He pushes the little brown parcel to the other end of the counter. It has no logo on it, but that’s really of no surprise. Xavier has a feeling that Ben doesn’t always shop at the most reputable places online; and doesn’t always get shipped the most Above Board things. It could be full of spiders or Uranium. He peers at the shipping label Lark indicates with the sharpie marker.

“Wow,” he laughs, tossing the rest of the mail into it’s designated little tray (that somehow always gets things other than mail in it, despite how much he whines). “Their names do sort of go together like that, huh?”

“It’s cute,” Lark agrees.

The package is addressed to BENNY MARAN, with no return label.

—

When Maran gets into the room, he goes for the bed immediately. Throws himself back onto it, just to roll over and decide he wants to be on his knees. He does a wiggle to get himself comfortable, patting the area in front of him with buzzing excitement. He’s got freshly dyed hair, which is sometimes such an odd turn on for Benny. Something about the slight chemical smell lingering and all the cute blue stains on the pads of his fingers, because he’d gone for a bright teal color to compliment the oncoming winter months.

Benny stays leaned against his bedroom door for a moment until Maran’s cheeks go puffy from his pout. He rolls eyes up to the ceiling, claps hands together and then dramatically drops his chin.

“Please?” He draws the word out, in what could probably be an annoying voice to anyone who wasn’t Ben—madly fucking in love, Ben. To him, it’s not just cute. It tugs out a little spool of heat from his abdomen, that sweet little please. Maran bats his thick dark lashes, fingers drumming on the bed, making the heat worse. “I wanna know what it is!”

“I’m not sp-spoiling.” Benny meanders toward the bed. It truly is a wander, because he’s slow about it. Rolls himself off the door, hips first, package tucked under his arm. Maran’s eyes do that inevitable flick down and then up—like he can’t help but watch the way Benny’s body moves so gracefully. He’s not exactly agile—not like Xavier, slender and pretty. He’s not like Lark either, with an athletes apex predator movement.

But Benny has perfected that sleazy little walk that makes Maran’s eyes go glassy and fixated.

He plops the cardboard box onto the bed and then turns toward his desk.

“I’m using the knife,” he declares.

“Don’t trust me with sharp objects?”

“Mm,” Ben replies noncommittally as he locates the hunting knife on his desk that he most certainly does not use for hunting purposes. But Xavier had given it to him, almost randomly—because Xavier was the random act of affection kind of person—and he was now sort of attached to it and it’s silly wolf print handle. He flicks it open and catches the way Maran looks a it; his little hints of intrigue are everywhere sometimes, now that he’s started figuring out everything can be something to make things fun.

Of course, he’s still pouting, hands around the box like it’s already his.

Truthfully, Benny doesn’t mean to treat Maran like he’s incompetent, because he’s not.

He’d just spend the entire time watching Maran slide a knife under packing tape thinking, oh fuck he’s going to cut himself and that worry would mar the gift inside. And Benny liked finding neat little ways to keep Maran safe from even the illusion of harms way. Secretly, he lets himself admit sometimes, that he likes taking care of Maran. He likes being the one, taking care.

“What is it?”

“No spoiling, I just said.”

“Aw.”

He slides the knife along the dark brown edges of tape, grinning at Maran all the while. His pretty brown eyes follow, his excitement clear and palpable. Benny knows whats inside, because he’d been…diligently tracking it. Diligently. He’d been checking nearly every other day and reopening the link to his purchase just to stare at it. Imagine it’s uses for when it arrived. He doesn’t unfold the cardboard flaps. Instead, he closes the knife on his thigh and tosses it onto the desk.

When Maran does finally get the box open, he immediately closes it and swings his head back, eyes on the ceiling. Benny is treated to the most beautiful vision of his throat like that, and also, the dark pink spreading over his face. It clashes with the new teal of his hair in such a way that he looks like an animated character; something unreal. Benny thinks that a lot about Maran, and a lot of the time that feeling makes him tender and soft—unfortunately, it does the opposite at that exact moment.

Benny steps around the side of the bed to be closer to Maran. Along with the chemical smell of freshly dyed hair, there is lingering sugar—there is the sweet smell of the apple pie he’d ordered at the dinner they were just at. Benny wants to devour him in ways that don’t entirely feel wholesome. His fingers do a slide from the boys chest to his throat, to hold onto his jaw and slowly lower his face so they can look at each other.

“You said you liked that one,” Benny purrs out the sentence, his voice darker than he even truly means it to be. Not necessarily like he can help it, because Maran gets him there so quickly. The easy switch from date night boyfriend to—whatever he is now; domineering, aggressive, possessive. Makes that mean reflex in his hands tighten. His thumb brushes lovingly over a slightly stubbled jawline, up to touch his lower lip. Benny feels him shiver.

“Okay, right, I didn’t know it was going to—I thought we ordered that like last week?” His voice gets sweetly higher pitched at the end. Maran always sort of talks like there’s a question in his sentences; it was a cadence that usually annoyed Benny. But not with Maran. There was nothing Maran ever did that annoyed him (there was, of course, but not in that moment and he certainly didn’t think for the next hour or so he’d remember any).

“Sue me,” Benny continues in that rough tone. “I paid for exp-pe-pedited shipping.”

“It’s bigger than I thought it’d be,” Maran whispers in a breathy tone that Benny swears he could feel right against his skin. It makes something vicious inside him throb with painful desire. Maran’s brows are upturned with that edged tint of embarrassment. Not the bad kind; it’s this dark hint of humiliation that he knows Maran sort of enjoys. It’s like when he’s teased the right way, or mocked in a tone that he likes.

“Worried it wont fit?”

“Fuck you,” Maran laughs but it has a high pitched nervous energy to it. He sinks a bit on his haunches, hands moving away packing innards. The paper gets tossed to the side, lost amongst Benny’s already messy room. Maran’s olive toned hand finally dips inside and removes the toy; he isn’t embellishing. The toy lingers between a medium and a large, because Benny had filtered out the XL’s from the search. Knew Maran would have eyes too big too quick.

He’d also picked his favorite colors, this impossibly velvet dark navy and a strangely garish orange. They marbled well. Maran holds the dildo in both hands, staring with big eyes.

“Right, well. Lube?”

“We’re n-not using that tonight,” Benny sputters out a laugh, reeling back slightly. He loses a bit of that dominant composure but he likes when that happens. Sometimes, Maran pops bubbles without meaning too and it’s never in a bad way. Says or does something that makes the tension bubbling up roll over and instead of climaxing, just sort of exploding hilariously. Benny hasn’t had many partners—truthfully, it might be no partner—that can make him laugh so easily in the moment.

Maran’s back to pouting. His hand does a single tug on the toy, as if sizing it up. That quickly makes Benny’s half hard cock give a twitch, watching his hand curl around it like that.

“Why not?” And he can tell Maran is thinking that Benny is back to early months; where Maran had to struggle for more than a kiss, to get a hand down Benny’s jeans, to quicken the languid pace Benny had set. They’re past that, of course. They’re buying sex toys together. But Maran seems primed to be worried that Benny at one moment will put a flat hand on his chest and push him back on the bed and tell him slow down. Which, he wants to point out, he’d done out of…well, love.

Benny crosses to his wall. It’s plastered in movie posters and also sticky notes for his classwork. He lifts a fist and pounds twice on it.

There’s only a brief pause before he gets two in return.

“I m-might like fucking with Lark, but I like keeping y-your noises to myself.”

“I can be quiet,” Maran draws the word out, quiiiiiiiet, as he leans on the bed. He’s put aside the toy, hands outstretched. His deft fingers snag Benny’s jean pockets and tug him closer. He doesn’t resist. He lets himself be pulled closer and closer. Maran is looking up at him with such big, brown eyes that he finds it instantly hard to say no to him. He’s smiling too, his freckled face mischievous.

Benny leans down and cups Maran’s cheeks. He kisses him. Makes it a long one, deep and full of tongue. He tastes the cherry pie. He pulls away, presses their noses together.

“When you fuck yourself with that thing, even you won’t be able to be quiet, baby.”

He can almost feel the heat on his palms from Maran’s face. His breath hitches a bit, his hands moving from pockets around to cup Benny’s thighs and squeeze. He feels that arousal like a shot to the fucking head. Benny smiles, pulls Maran’s chin down, watches his tongue roll out without even needing to be told.

“I can find other ways to keep you quiet,” Benny murmurs, before putting his own tongue there. And even Maran can moan a little at that.

—

That night Benny fucks Maran’s mouth, lovingly. He goes from kneeling on the bed, to kneeling on the floor, his face held in Benny’s tattooed hands. He makes it languid and slow, instead of rough and fast, even though his hips beg to make it snappy. Make it a little mean. But sometimes the slow is so good, even he can’t deny it. Even someone who would swear, with a hand on the bible, that mean rough fast hard brutal was his favorite way to go.

That night, thinking about Maran’s mischievous face, his palms lovingly spread around the back of Benny’s thighs, he watches his cock sink in and out of his boys mouth. Plush lips getting wet, tongue out to make it messy. He watches Maran’s pretty eyes flicker open and close at random intervals. They gather tears at the edges when Benny slides as deep as he can go, cups Maran’s cheeks. He makes a gulping sound, hands holding harder.

That’s my boy, Benny says in a smug voice. Look at you—how much you love it. And Maran’s mouth too full to reply, so he only makes the softest groaning sound. It is quiet. But the quiet makes it sort of intimate, just like the slow.

Not that he keeps it pure; he does pull out in time to cum across Maran’s face. A splash of his cum on his cheek, his chin, across his lips. Maran purses them, rubs against his tip in a way that makes Benny see stars. Makes the whole fucking galaxy explode behind his eyes. His hand jerks around Maran’s throat and squeezes harshly and then he’s the one who has to struggle to be quiet. The sensation of Maran’s wet mouth, just pursed, kissing him like that, almost pulls more from him.

It continues the whole night, this quiet but intimate and also filthy vibe. He makes Maran straddle him, jerk off and cum across his stomach. He rolls them together, rubbing their hips frantically together until they’re disgusting, tacky, cumming together. Benny kisses Maran so much that his lips hurt; and Maran kisses him even more. Gets greedy with his mouth and tongue. The evolve to fingers and hands and mouths in other places—

And all in all, it’s one of the nights he stays with and remembers, because they’re fucking debauched all the time, sure. A lot of the time. But, it still somehow does not compare to the night where they’re finally alone. Truly alone.

Enough for Maran to try out the toy.

—

Benny is a bit cruel about the foreplay. He has to be; the prep is important, he argues. Maran whines, face down on the bed, hands fisted into the sheets. He’s sweet about holding in his noises, bites down on the pillow while Benny’s mouth is occupied elsewhere. He’s greedy about it, lavishes with his tongue—won’t settle until he gets one from Maran. At least with his mouth, his fingers, just one from just him and nothing else.

“Ben,” Maran manages in a pathetic whimper, face pressed to the pillow, teeth around the fabric. He pants and writhes and arches and slaps a hand against the wall. He bucks backward into fingers—one, then two and then three. He makes gasping sounds as Benny bites up his back and to his ear.

“C’mon,” Benny murmurs playfully. “You in a rush?”

“I thought,” Maran gasps, tosses his head to the side, digs into the pillow more. His hips are shivering. He’s so close it makes Benny feel kinship with sharks—he wants to tear him apart, the pleasure to rip seams.“I was going to fuck—”

The groan rips out between Benny’s teeth as he shoves his face into the crux of Maran’s shoulder and neck. His whole body shudders with the effort, his hand quickening.

“Don’t say shit like that,” he growls.

“Ah—that’s—what I’ll be doing?”

Benny’s free hand slides under Maran’s throat and jerks his head back. He’s nasty about it, watches that flicker of ‘oh that hurt in the good way hurt’ across Maran’s pleasure addled face. His glossy eyes swim and search for Benny, who leans closer so they can find each other. He feels his own oh that hurts as he watches Maran’s beautiful face open in a welcoming, loving smile. Trusting. Vulnerably excited.

“I want—”

His face gets shoved into the pillow again, Benny’s fingers losing any sense of mercy. Maran’s voice rises, though its muffled. His body twists and jerks and bucks. He thrusts for sensation against the bed, his voice becoming a little cry as he cums. Benny watches the flex of his back muscles, the beautiful arch of his spine. He wants to lick down it, he wants to pepper kisses and bruises. Instead his fingers do a soft, few thrusts to carry him all the way through and then Benny straddles Maran’s back.

He leans down, nestles his mouth close.

“You’re going to get what you want,” Benny whispers. “And I’m gonna watch.”

—

Benny liked a lot of things about opening Maran’s eyes to kink. He liked browsing that website a week or so back and watching Maran realize that things like this existed. Not that he previously had no idea what a dildo was; more than he had no idea that they could come in varieties. Shapes, colors, for more than just the college freshmen girl to explore after escaping suburbia. They existed for men, for men like Maran who wanted to know what it was like to be stretched, filled, for it to hurt in that good burning way.

He also liked showing Maran how much fun things could be if you played sex almost like a game. Not the manipulative, comphet game was tricked into playing for so long—but like setting the scene. Like this—

Maran kneels, completely nude, with his hands spread across Benny’s knees. The sneering blond sits at the edge of the bed, still mostly clothed. In jeans and combat boots and his buttoned shirt fully undone. He leans back, hands braced on his bed, smiling. He knows this all goes together; it makes Maran feel vulnerable, exposed, maybe a little humiliated—a little corrupted.

He taps fingers under Maran’s chin, makes him look up as he continues the slow rhythm he’s started. It had taken Maran more than a minute to situate. To fully lean down with weight onto the toy. He’d made a noise unlike anything he’d ever made before that would live inside Benny for days to come—months. Maybe years. He’d slipped a hand over his mouth and another down between his legs and looked at Benny with such sweet, glassy eyes that it had been hard not to tear him back up onto the bed.

“Go on.”

“Ben.”

“Good boy, Maran.”

The encouragement makes a visible shiver run through Maran, who leans forward with his hands braced around Benny’s shins. He fucks himself harder, a semi-desperate pace. He bounces, his voice getting unmistakably louder with every churn of his hips. His cock drips, mostly ignored, because Maran’s hands have a painful tight grip around Benny’s calves. Maran’s forehead touches his knee. Benny looks at the gorgeous slope of the nape of his neck, down his back.

His head snaps up when he hears the sound of Benny’s zipper. His eyes are all pupil, sweat sliding from temple to chin. His cheeks are gorgeously flushed, his freckles popping in contrast.

“Did I say stop?” Benny asks, as he pulls himself from his briefs. Hands move up his legs, start a shaky paw across his thighs. Benny’s lip curls in a rude smile and he lifts a booted foot. Plants it right to Maran’s chest and pushes him back. He gets a delicious sounding, thin moan as Maran’s weight shifts, pushes him down on the toy. His desperate breathing goes heavier and heavier as he leans back, one hand loosely wrapped around Benny’s ankle.

His pace gets even more frantic then. He bounces harder, the hand not touching Benny scrambling behind him and using the wall to keep himself upright. Benny strokes himself, lazily, watches the way Maran’s whole body moves now with fervent, unbridled desire. His boot against Maran’s sternum goes just slightly harder—and then Maran, his sweet, fucking Maran, who rarely ever lets a moan escape, who tries so hard to keep himself quiet, who bites pillows and bed sheets and even his own fucking hand—gets loud.

Maran gets loud, he gets messy with his volume. Incoherent with his words, except the desperate way he says Ben’s name. It makes Benny lose composure, makes him stand. The boot slides off Maran’s chest, nestles between his freckled, tan thighs instead. Maran’s face goes redder and the intoxication of embarrassment and pleasure makes his brown eyes roll back. Benny cups his cheek, stares down at the vision of his boyfriend riding a toy, looking up at him.

“Maran—fuck—are you—” He means to ask if he’s close (he’s not even sure why, maybe just to help him finish through it, maybe because he’s also lost it, maybe because he’s just in love and watching Maran experience something this big is making him insane), but Maran’s desperate arm wraps around Benny’s thighs, jerks their bodies close and his whole body shakes with the orgasm.

The tears slide across Maran’s cheek, that gets pressed into Benny’s hip, right against the handgun tattoo. He strokes himself to a near painful finish, his other hand doing gentle pets across Maran’s soft, fuzzy hair.

—

Benny’s also careful with this; the comedown ritual that Maran’s never had any need to experience before. An argument could be made that aftercare was special, even in the most vanilla of situations—but it wasn’t just special, but necessary. And sometimes Maran was a bit of a brat about it. Was tired or the adrenaline dump was so messy it made him shivery in a way that wasn’t always pleasant.

This is a good one. Where he’s supple and pliant and lets Benny take his time and be good to him. Barely keeps himself upright in the shower as he’s washed up, but his arms stay hooked around Ben’s shoulders, one of his hands doing a sleepy pet through pale hair. He’s grinning too, that elated, nearly drunk smile. Eyes tired, relaxed, fuzzy around the edges. Benny peppers him with kisses, with praise, with little thanks.

I liked watching. You did so good. You looked so good. Did you enjoy it? And Maran’s humming replies, his soft here and there laughs until they’re finally in the bed again.

Maran does doze off for a little and when he wakes up, seems ridiculously interested in the snacks that Benny keeps hidden underneath his bed. Rifles through the basket, half across his boyfriend, searching for those chocolates that Benny keeps buying. All the while, his pale hand makes an appreciative, soft pat to Maran’s ass as.

“Are we going to Til’s tomorrow?”

“Do you kn-know how fucking amazing you are?” Benny interrupts, tugging Maran by the face so they can look at each other. “Do you know yo-you’re the craziest, best thing that’s ever happened to me? You little shit.” The blush on Maran is a soft pink in comparison for how sweaty and flushed his cheeks had been hours before. He smiles softer, a little bashful, a shy note that makes Benny insane.

“We can go anywhere you f-fucking want.”

“I mean—” he licks a bit of chocolate off his top lip, narrowing eyes. “Always wanted to try Canada, but Matilda’s got a sick apartment.”

“Matilda’s it fucking is.”

And then he pulls Maran in to kiss him. Really kiss him. One of those kisses that isn’t going to lead to sex, isn’t filthy or intense. Just all sweet.

#benny #maran #benny x maran #uni au

[private-bryan]

How I bind my fics - Part 3

We ended part two with an assembled text block, which is perfectly functional as a book, but we're here for the hardbacks

Hardbacks start as greyboard for me, 3mm (1/8 inch), and we have to do a little maths to work out the size. We want a 3mm overhang around the top, bottom, and outside edge, which sounds simple (and it is for the top and bottom), but for the width we need to take a few mm away too, so the book can open flat. In this case, it ended up being 4mm narrower than the text block

We cut the cover and spine boards using our trusty L-ruler and knife, although sometimes I also score the line I want to cut and use the chisel

I like to make Bradel bound books, so we need to make a "hinge" for the spine to connect to the cover - the video explains it better than I could, but essentially it's a piece of thickish paper (120gsm) that we glue the boards to

We then need to line the inside of the covers, again with 120gsm paper, leaving about an inch unglued closest to the spine

These flaps are what the textblock's flaps will sit under later when we come to glue it up

It's starting to look like a book!

We can now move on to designing the covers. One day I'll get a A3 printer and be able to do full spread covers, but for now I break it into three - the front, the back, and the spine.

These are again designed in inDesign, and in this case I've made a background and a foreground for the front and back. This is because the backgrounds will be inkjet printed, and the foreground will be laser printed over top

(A higher res version of the cover background - I've tried to tally the fic to Erin's Diary, and hope I've shown Erin's personality a bit - there's a point when she stops labelling it a going to "Practice", and starts going to "James'"...)

The spine is laser printed directly onto coloured 150gsm paper - slightly thicker, as this bit will be under the most stress of the cover

The reason we're laser printing over top is so we can use toner reactive foil - it'll stick to the laser print but not the inkjet one

It's simply a case of taping the foil sheets down tight over the areas we want to foil, masking areas we don't (although if you're doing two colours like we are, my experimentation says do them together), then feeding it through a hot laminator before peeling the foil sheet off

(ignore the masking tape - its on areas we're cutting off in a minute)

Next we're cutting and gluing these pages onto the boards - the little boxes you can see jutting out from the edges are registration marks so I can pencil in on the revese where to line up the boards - we use the bone folder again to smooth them out, work out any air bubbles, and to push the paper into the nooks and crannies

Now we need to cut the corners, using my handy-dandy 3D printed template

We cut them so that when we fold it over we get a nice crisp fold

On that note, we need to glue the edges and fold them over, making sure to get the glue right into the edge of the board

We're very nearly there now - just need to wed the textblock to the casing

We start by dry fitting the block in the case, then carefully opening one cover and gluing the tabs down, followed by the other, again smoothing with the bone folder

Finally, we need to carefully glue down the endpapers to the board (no matter how careful or which order you do them in, the front paper always gets a little messy for some reason)

Et voilà! We have a book - it'll live in the press overnight while the glue dries, but once it's ready it'll take it's place between "In Their Thirties" (which I'm tempted to rebind now I have foil for the cover), and "Vacation James"

I'm sure there are seasoned bookbinders reading this going "No, you fool!", but I'm happy with the outcome. It's fun, and I love being able to have something in my hands at the end of it; I may not be able to draw fanart, but I can make something to show my love for my favourite creators!

Thanks again to @areseebee and @derrygirlstrash/@carouselunique for writing this really fun fic, and to @imstressedx for planting the notion in my head to do a step-by-step

Now, on to the next fic!

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Video Killed the Radio Star chp 2

Here it is on ao3 or read it below

Armand slips into the bedroom to find Louis sprawled over the bed.  He’s reading The Ethical Slut  and seems completely absorbed in it.   Armand crosses the space to the bed and climbs up to swing a leg over Louis’ lap.  Louis glances over top of the book.  “Something you want?”

He’s smiling, so Armand thinks he probably has an idea what he wants.

Armand plucks the book from his hand and skims the pages.  “Fighting is the ultimate act of intimacy,” he reads aloud.  Considering the fights he’s had with Daniel, Armand can understand the train of thought.  There’s something violently intimate about a person knowing precisely what to say to destroy you.

“It makes sense in context,” Louis says and rests his hands on Armand’s waist.  Armand carefully marks Louis’ place and sets the book on the nightstand.  He dips down and begins sucking kisses along the edge of Louis’ jaw.  Louis hums contentedly and threads fingers through Armand’s hair.  “What’s got you all worked up?”

Armand nips behind his ear, then soothes over it with his tongue.  “I was watching our old videos to decide which one to send Daniel.”

“You mean our sex tapes.”  Armand had gone through a phase where he liked recording himself.  Louis had obliged him.  They have actual physical tapes from the 70s somewhere, though Armand has digitized his favorites.  

“Mm,” Armand says, and gets distracted for a minute by Louis’ neck.  It’s a nice neck.  He mouths kisses over it and just lets his fangs scrape along the flesh.  “I chose the one we made for Daniel for his birthday one year.  Do you remember?”

He had ate Louis out until he came, then fucked him until he was hard again, then sucked him off.  He’d told Daniel if he could watch the whole thing without touching himself, he’d do the same to him.  

Louis hands slide under his shirt and along his sides and his head tilts back invitingly.  “Why don’t you remind me?”

/

Daniel doesn’t download the attachment in the email.  He doesn’t trust it.  

“...you can stay here indefinitely until you finish the story.”

He glances over at Lestat who’s sitting across from him.  He’s immaculately dressed and in person Daniel can admit he has a sort of magnetism that could draw someone in.  He still doesn’t like him much though.  “Yeah, no.”

He’s not staying in the same house as Armand any longer than he has to.  

“Louis likes having you here,” Lestat says.  Daniel can’t tell what he’s thinking.  

“He needs enrichment in his enclosure,” Daniel says dryly.  The penthouse here feels a lot like Night Island.  A gilded cage.  It has everything Louis could want, everything he could need.  Why would he ever have to leave?  Armand’s there to take care of everything.  

It feels sickeningly familiar.  

These vampires keep mistaking codependency for love.  Well, Daniel wants no part in it.  

“He needs an interior designer,” Lestat says, then turns a blinding smile towards Daniel.  “Surely this is not how the imp decorated with you?”

It isn’t exactly a smooth segue into prodding into his relationship with Armand.  

“He had a new style for every apartment,” Daniel says, waving a hand around.  “Minimalism is probably his latest thing.” 

Lestat casts his eyes around the living room with distaste.  “You can help him redecorate when I take Louis from this place.”

There it is.

“You think my being with Armand would leave Louis open for you,” Daniel says.  “You should ask Louis about us.  I won’t be the reason he leaves.”

Lestat pulls a face.  “Yes, yes, you were their pet.”

“I wasn’t anyone’s pet!”

Lestat slides to the edge of the seat and meets Daniel’s glare with twinkling eyes.  His hand comes up to rest his fingers on the outside of Daniel’s knee, stroking ever so gently.  “But what a fine pet you’d make, Daniel.  Louis wants to keep you, you know.”

Daniel’s about to say something scathing when Lestat’s voice enters his mind “Would you like to make Armand very angry?”

“Almost always.”

“Then play along, pet.”

Then a cool hand is cupping his face and tilting his head just so and Lestat is kissing him.

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[chorusfm]

Hunter and Wolfe – “Famous Friends” (Video Premiere)

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05.05.22

When I think about what I want to achieve, I think about how my interviewee mentioned how much she liked the weirdness, difference, and surrealism of the places she traveled to. I want to achieve a very weird sense of image-making in my publication, incorporating parts of the interview she mentioned and aspects that stood out the most for both her and myself.

Parts she liked the most or mentioned the most were places such as Israel, Egypt, Morocco and Rome. She mentioned how unpredictable and mysterious it was, and also how much of a culture shock it was to someone living in a more Western country, and how it 'assaulted your senses'.

I want my publication to also 'assault the senses' when viewing it, but not so much where it's unbearable to read. I will use a limited colour palette of about three colours - orange/yellow, light/mid blue, a deep blue near enough but not too similar to black, and maybe a white or beige for the background. Instead of a more abstract feel to the publication, I want to use objects for surrealism rather than two-dimensional lines.

When I think about surrealism and weirdness, I found myself coming back to the Miracle Musical and Tally Hall album covers, as well as their music in general. MM was created by a few members of Tally Hall, in which tells a story through each and every song from beginning to end about a man named Simon. It's a love story, but the person he's in love with is murdered, and he's put in court and pleads insanity, in which he actually goes insane from electric-shock therapy.

Everything about the album, title, and the cover itself is weird. The songs are a weird mix of sounds and backwards singing which all work stupendously together, and the title of the album Hawaii: Part II suggests that there was another prequel to the story that was never actually told. The album cover itself has used photomontage to show a landscape with objects and other things which don't necessarily belong there, like the huge fish in the background and the staircase by the sea. I really like the use of photomontage, and I intend to use either that or digital drawing for my publication images.

The Tally Hall cover is another example of another style I can use rather than photomontage: digital drawing, where I can draw and put together any object and thing that relates to the story in one combined mess will all the same colours and linework. I can't decide between either but I feel that in the end, I might just end up going for a digitally drawn style because I'm comfortable with it.

The designs made by Chris Ashworth were suggested for me to look into, and I really like how he uses a washed-up and taped-over texture in his typefaces. I was suggested to try working with analogue text, then to tape over them with cellotape and other types, then to scan them on a printer and edit them in Photoshop later on, so it looks as if the text have an analogue and more grainy look to them.

Another example of a designer I saw in class was that of David Carson. I really enjoyed the messiness of his collages and how he incorporated typeface and image.