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A Balancing Act | Ch. 2*

Series Summary: Harry is a famous, rich, handsome, pop star and he’s been in therapy since his boy band days. When he meets Y/n, a beautiful and successful artist, he cannot take no for an answer when it comes to her. He’s determined to make her his even if he has to bend the rules a little at first.

Chapter Summary: Y/n learns that Harry kissed another woman and decides to move on. Harry crashes Y/n's date to get her to change her mind. But then he makes a shocking discovery.

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut (oral sex sort of), angst

Word Count: 9,739

Commissioned by @cinnamonone (thank you!! xoxo)

A Balancing Act Masterlist

Returning to LA after his tour in Latin America, Harry was sitting with Pat in his lovely house. Matcha tea was served and she started off by asking him how he was feeling emotionally lately. She tended to want to start off their sessions by letting him talk about his emotions and how he was dealing with his busy life, reserving the topic of relationships and love until toward the end. It gave her a good gauge of his overall well-being.

“I miss home. It’s always the hardest when I feel like I’m missing out on so much. Feels like I’m ignoring what’s really important in life and focusing too much on myself. Feels selfish. I know that no one thinks that. My mum is always telling me to not worry but it’s just hard. Especially because I’m closing in on 30 and just feels like I’ve just been playing around for all my life.”

“But this is your work. And you do work hard. You’re just lucky that you’re talented enough that you can delve into this kind of creativity and make a living from it. You’re putting more responsibility on yourself than is necessary. You’re on your own path, Harry. And while from the outside everything looks fun and glamorous, even you know the truth because you live it. It’s hard. So don’t discount yourself by feeling like you’re not doing enough. Your mom is okay. She can take care of herself. Gemma is okay too. She’s doing well. Your friends and all the people that matter in your life support you. Comparing yourself to the 9-5 worker isn’t going to do you any good. You’re a successful artist. An entrepreneur. Just imagine if you weren’t. You’d be in Manchester or London and working some mundane job. Sure you’d be around your family but you wouldn’t be thriving like you are now. I think you’d be miserable and if you’re miserable your family will feel that.”

Harry nodded, “Probably. I guess I can’t imagine myself doing anything else.”

“I can’t either. But it’s more about how you’re dealing with that guilt. I think as you’re getting older your priorities are shifting a little. And that’s okay. It’s good to welcome new awareness. Just be sure to not dwell on it because no one else is.”

Harry sniffed a laugh and smiled. Pat was right of course. He knew all of this. They’d been talking about his guilt a lot more recently and he recognized it was more because there were particular milestones that society set for people. And Harry had met many milestones but the basic ones like love, family, stability, children were all things he’d had yet to really achieve. Of course, he had a family but not his own, with a spouse and kids and a little house in town… but that wasn’t his to have yet. And the little house in town might wind up looking more like a bunch of houses in different parts of the world. He couldn’t deny he was lucky but he also couldn’t ignore that he felt like he’d been shirking his adult responsibilities.

“Okay. I can tell you need to say something. Want to move on from this subject?”

Harry grinned and repositioned himself to face more squarely toward Pat, “I met someone.”

“Oh? What does that mean?”

“I met her in Chicago. She was staying at the hotel I was in but she was there for an art show, she’s this really talented artist. But anyway… we just hit it off. We’ve been talking on the phone almost every night. I really like her.”

Pat nodded and placed her mug down, “That’s great. So, she stayed at the hotel you were in but how did you come to actually meet her?”

Harry described the scene at the bar and then how he invited her to his show the following evening, “I just… I don’t know. She’s not famous or anything but she acted like I was just a normal guy. And we really connected mentally and physically. She really seems to like all the things I like.”

“You mean, in bed? Or have you really gotten to know her on a deeper level?” She smirked and tilted her head. Harry was like this. He could connect with all kinds of people and it made his heart swell and lurch and then as fast as it filled up it all deflated just as quickly.

“Well, not just in bed. But yeah. We just clicked.”

“Look, I think that’s great. Just remember, you are okay as a single man too. Correct? You don’t need to be loved all the time. You are enough. You don’t have to fall in love and get married and have children to be a whole person. Society says you need that but you get to choose your path. But if you really like, this, uh… what’s her name?”

“Y/n. Even her name is pretty.”

“Y/n. Well, if you like her enough just take your time. Get to know her. Long distance is hard and phone calls are good but no substitute for face-to-face time. Do you think she’s as serious about this as you are?”

Harry shrugged and pursed his lips to the side, “I think so. I mean… we’ve talked about a lot and she’s told me so many things about herself. I guess I haven’t asked her to make it official, though.”

“Probably wise to wait to make it official. Jumping into a serious relationship could backfire as you well know. And there is the matter that you’re on the road so often. Did you see anyone else while you were away?”

Harry shook his head, “No. I actually really like Y/n. Didn’t want to do anything to fuck that up.”

Pat sighed, “You do realize you were supposedly spotted leaving a party with a woman people claimed you were kissing. Right? Just a couple of weeks ago. Which would have been after your Chicago shows.”

Harry groaned and nodded. He did know. His PR team told him about the supposed fan sighting and there was even a photo of him with a woman. Who he did kiss, but it wasn’t a kiss that meant anything. It was just a bit of fun and Harry had had a good amount of tequila. He honestly was just flirting and wanted to kiss the woman. But of course, when she wanted to take things further he declined because Y/n had been on his mind.

That was one thing about Harry. He was flirty and he’d kiss people he never intended on sleeping with. He kissed men and women and flirted all the time but usually, it was more friendly than sexual. Sometimes people got the wrong idea but that was just how Harry was. He loved getting close to people and touching. Loved hugs and kisses especially if he knew the person.

Even when he was with his last ex she’d gotten used to him kissing others and holding hands with someone else. But it wasn’t always very well received. Like the time she left one of the parties they were at early because she was tired and then he was filmed making out with a friend on a couch in front of people. He had a lot of explaining to do for that one. She forgave him but it hurt her. She cried. Harry felt bad that he’d done it. He loved how it felt to kiss someone and have them kiss him back, the zip of excitement and the tiniest bit of tension.

“Yes. I’m aware. I don’t know that she’s heard anything just yet. I think the photo only got published like yesterday or day before.”

“Well, it’s probably a good idea to talk to her about it before she sees the photo and reads the salacious headlines. That is if you’re interested in still seeing her.”

He nodded and looked down at his lap.

“Now, let’s talk about how you’re doing with all your new endeavors coming up. The timelines and the travel that will entail.”

. . .

Y/n was usually late with getting news or updates on celebrities. She spent a lot of her time painting during the day so unless she took a break and used her free time to peruse social media sites she might not realize things like the fact that the man she was beginning to develop feelings for had kissed another woman while he was away in another country.

Just as on this day. She was blissfully unaware of what he’d done as of yet. That is until Kat, her best friend, called in the middle of her glazing a painting she’d just completed.

She hadn’t told anyone about Harry except for Kat. Kat would keep her mouth shut about everything. Y/n knew she could trust her friend with her new secret. Not that Harry told her to not tell anyone but he did mention it would be better if very few people knew.

“Hello?” She spoke into the receiver as she capped the glaze and wiped her hands on her bibs.

“Hey babe. Did you see the link I sent you?”

“Uh… no. I’ve been working on a piece all morning.”

“Put me on speaker. Take a look.”

Y/n clicked the sound to the speaker and opened up her texts to see the link from Kat.

The moment the Daily Mail website came up with a blurry, dark photo of Harry standing very close to a woman she felt her heart drop.

Reading the caption of the article:

STYLES SPOTTED KISSING MYSTERY WOMAN IN COLOMBIA

“Are you seeing it?” Kat asked.

“Yeah. I am.”

The article mentioned him leaving with the woman after a party and Y/n put the phone back to her ear, not wanting to read more in that moment, “Thank you, Kat. I’m glad you showed me.”

“Of course. I mean… it’s Daily Mail so it might not be anything, but I just wanted you to have that info just in case. You know?”

Y/n nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat, “Yeah. I know. I’m gonna go, though. I need to finish my canvas. But I’ll call you later, okay?”

Letting out a shaky breath she sat down so she could read the whole article, line by line. Obsess over the information and then google to find more websites and gossip pages, supposed first-hand accounts, unnamed sources talking about how he’s been seeing her for a while and he’s excited, other blurry photos of him at the party drinking…

She shook her head and stood up, locking her phone and putting it down on the table near the bottle of glaze. She looked over her canvas and figured she could take a break. It would be good for her to get out and take a walk. Clear her mind and figure out what she wanted to do.

Her walk resulted in her only dwelling on everything. He hadn’t called her in a couple of days but she knew he was traveling back to LA. She felt like he’d probably needed the rest from all the shows, the jetlag, time zone changes… but perhaps it was because he was seeing someone else now.

And that was certainly possible. They didn’t know one another all that well. She hadn’t even told him the whole story about her husband yet. About what had happened to him. And there had been no commitment made. They had sex in his hotel room. A few times. And it was really good. She felt they had a unique connection. Her feelings for him grew a little more quickly than was wise probably and the Facetime calls with all the revelations of things from their past and what they wanted in the future felt like she was talking to someone whom she could see herself with. He’d also given her his personal cellphone number which she knew was sort of a big deal.

But of course, that was ridiculous. This was Harry Styles and even if he did like her (which she was sure he liked her on some level) that didn’t mean they’d end up together. He could choose anyone. It certainly wouldn’t be her.

Later that night as she snacked on dill pickles and popcorn she fell into the hole of the search engine on her laptop.

The night Harry was supposedly seen with the woman was a night he hadn’t called her (she checked her call log). He didn’t call her every night, but it was still noted. Then she found another “source” saying Harry was happier than he’d ever been and that the Colombian woman was spotted in LA with him.

He hadn’t called her again that night either. Closing her laptop she figured it was over. She wouldn’t be calling him to find out what was going on. He didn’t owe her anything and it would look weird and stalkery to be asking him about the other woman. As if she had any claim on him.

Opening up her DMs on Instagram she decided to check back in on Dante. He’d messaged her all that time ago and she’d left him on read once Harry came into the picture. Maybe it was time to find someone closer to being in her own league.

. . .

Harry had a little time off and he caught up on much-needed sleep and getting back into a normal routine. He’d planned on calling Y/n that night. He’d been back in LA for a few days and felt like he was back in the right time zone finally. But he wondered why he hadn’t heard from her at all either. Normally she’d send off a little text during the day. A meme or something that would make him laugh. But it was silence from her for almost five whole days. Not that he’d reached out either but still…

He wondered what she was doing. It was a Saturday night and when he realized she was two hours ahead of him he figured he might as well give her a ring to see how she was. It was nearly 9pm her time already.

But the call went to voicemail so he left a message, a smile on his face, “Hey you… haven’t heard from you in a few days figured I’d give you a call to see what’s happening. I’ve been back in LA for a bit and I’m all caught up on rest. Give me a call back when you’ve time!”

She didn’t return his call that evening.

The following day Harry checked his messages and texts but he’d still gotten nothing from her and it was already midday (yes, he’d slept in quite late since he was up late writing a new song he couldn’t get out of his head). It was odd.

Shooting off a text message to her he suddenly had a feeling that perhaps she was avoiding him. Perhaps she’d seen the articles about him with someone else. He hoped that wouldn’t deter her from wanting to see him again. Hoped that she’d at least let him explain.

He needed to do something about it if that was the case. He couldn’t let her slip away without even having had the chance to see where it could go.

. . .

She heard the voicemail. In fact, she saw her phone light up with a notification that he was calling her in real time.

But she’d just messaged Dante and they had plans to meet up the following weekend. She’d been lucky that he hadn’t already come to town for the art exhibit. She thought she’d missed her chance when she messaged Dante back and apologized for not responding sooner. But he was polite as ever and they made plans to see one another.

So she was going to move on from Harry. There was unlikely anything good to come of it anyway. She had an amazing night with him and a handful of orgasms she could reminisce on but he was a world-famous pop star and he was single and surely he wanted to play the field for as long as he could. She understood it, but that didn’t make the situation feel any better. Therefore, the only way to get over him and to move on was to stop contact with him and get back out there.

Plus, now that she’d been with a man after her husband she felt like it was time to start dating again. It had been fun with Harry and she could have fun with others too. Maybe she’d sleep around a bit. See what that was like. Sow her wild oats. She’d gotten married so young and had little experience before him… Yeah, it was time to get out and date.

The following day she saw a text from Harry after leaving a meeting with someone who knew an art dealer.

Was just thinking of you. Missed hearing your voice. I’m back in LA now. Call me or text back.

She sat in her car and locked her phone, putting her head behind her on the headrest. What was he doing? She was kind of confused that he’d called her, left a voicemail, and then today had texted her. She really was trying to just move on. Figured he had too. But she was too curious not to call him. However, she’d keep him waiting until she was at home with a bottle of wine before she reached out. Maybe she’d hear him out. Maybe he wouldn’t bring up the other woman. She wouldn’t be bringing it up unless he did, but he had to know she’d heard about it. Right?

So, she took the long way to her house, stopping to pick up a bottle of wine and Chinese food before getting home.

She drew her curtains and took her clothes off, only wearing her panties and a tank top, and put her hair up in a messy bun on her head (like the real-deal messy buns, not those cute going-out-messy-on-purpose messy buns). Pouring herself a glass of wine and taking a big gulp she looked down at her cell phone as she sat on her couch and re-read his text.

For some reason she was nervous. She wasn’t sure how this conversation would play out but she wanted to find out what the result would be. This could possibly (most definitely) be the end for them. And she’d be okay with that if it were. Bummed, but fine. She still had her date with Dante to look forward to.

She dialed the number and put him on speaker as she leaned back into her couch and covered her face. She didn’t know if he’d pick up or not but she wanted to get this conversation out of the way.

“Hello!” Harry’s voice came over the speaker quickly. He sounded keyed up.

“Hi. It’s Y/n. You called and texted so I wanted to return your call.”

“Oh yeah… well, it’s been a few days. Was wondering how you were. So, yeah… How’ve you been?”

“I’m good. And you?”

Harry paused and noted the way she answered him in a clipped tone, cold. Not her normal friendly disposition.

“I’m well. Is… is everything all right?”

“Sure. Just doing my thing. Is everything all right with you?”

Harry sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, “Yeah. Um… did you read something about me? Is that why you’re upset?”

Y/n laughed and took a sip of her wine. Here we go, she thought to herself.

“Do I sound upset to you, Harry?”

“You actually do. Yes. Look, if you’re pissed about the articles from when I was in Colombia, I just want you to know that all of that is blown out of proportion. Right? So-“

“Oh. Interesting So you’re saying you didn’t make out with a Colombian woman at a party in Bogota?” God, she hated to sound so jealous but he did bring it up first. She cringed as she let her hurt feelings surface, but it was too late to keep her cool like she intended.

Harry sighed loudly, “I just mean that’s all blown out of propor-“

“Yes, you said that. I’m asking if what is being said is true or not.”

“It didn’t mean anything, Y/n. I am a bit of a flirt and I kissed a woman but that was it! I swear. I thought of you the whole time-“

“It’s fine, Harry. You don’t owe me anything. Besides, I’m going on a date next weekend anyway. We’re free to see other people, right? And-“

“A date? Next weekend?”

She laughed, “Yes. A date. Next weekend. It’s not like you and I will get to see one another much anyway. If at all. So there’s no reason to drag this out. We had fun but it’s clearly not something we need to bother ourselves with.”

“Bother… what? I thought we really connected, Y/n. I’m confused. I really like you.”

“But how can you say that when you made out with someone else? I really like you too Harry but you’re seeing other people because you know as well as I do that this, whatever it is between us, was never serious. Right?”

“No. No that’s not true. And I didn’t make out with her! It was like a quick party kiss sort of thing. Damnit! I swear, Y/n. I’m sorry. I had a little too much tequila and I kissed her but I really was thinking about you and she wanted me to come with her to her room but I told her I was seeing someone and that was it! God, I fucked this up didn’t I?”

Y/n sat for a moment. She had to admit she was surprised by all of this. Surprised that he’d contacted her after she didn’t respond the first time, that he seemed upset about possibly having offended her or hurting her, and that he was acting like he really did like her. But she determined that it was best if they parted ways. She realized it would simply be too hard for this to work. And based on the way his fans obsessed over the Colombian woman and were already talking shit about her (when they didn’t even know who it was) she knew she was right. She had to put an end to it before she got her heart broken.

“There was never anything to fuck up, Harry. But, look… let’s be honest here okay? I’m just a regular gal. I’m not your type, not the type that would be able to deal with your fame and all your adoring fans. I had a lot of fun with you and I think you are absolutely amazing. I really do like you but I just can’t see this working. You know?”

Harry shook his head and tried to stay calm. He had to think. He had to make this work. And he needed to not freak out about the fact that she was going on a date. He hated to think of her with anyone else. And yes, he did kiss a woman, but it wasn’t the same thing! Not to him anyway.

“I think you’re wrong. I think it can work. Let me prove it to you. I’ll come see you. Cancel your date next weekend and let me take you out instead.”

Y/n blinked her eyes, taken aback. She was truly shocked that he wanted to see her again and that he wanted to make it work but still…

“Harry…” she sighed, “you can’t expect me to cancel my date. That’s really not fair to me.”

He knew she was right, “Okay. Sorry. I guess I’m overstepping. I just thought we really connected. I was looking forward to seeing you again.”

Pulling her lips into her mouth she sat her glass of wine down. She was looking forward to seeing him again too, until she learned about the kiss. Even if they weren’t serious and even if the kiss meant nothing to him it meant something to her, “Please don’t make this hard. I really did like you, Harry. But it’s obviously not going to work. And that’s okay.”

“No. It’s not okay. I’m coming to see you. You don’t have to cancel your date. I’m not going to boss you around, but I’ll be flying to Chicago on Friday morning. I’m going to prove to you that we have something good here, Y/n. And if you still don’t see that after next weekend then I’ll back off.”

She couldn’t lie and say that she wasn’t beside herself with the idea that he wanted to put in so much effort to see her. And she certainly couldn’t stop him from going to Chicago and she wouldn’t. But she did feel like it was unlikely he’d actually show up.

“I mean… Jesus, Harry.” She shook her head and grinned, her heart pounding, “You’re crazy. I don’t understand why you want to do this. We had a night together-“

“It was more than just a night. Y/n, come on… you know as well as I do that it was more than just that. All the things we talked about on the phone all those nights. Did that mean nothing? I shared so many personal things with you and I know so many things about you too. But I want to know everything. All of you. I might be crazy but I can’t just give up.”

“We’ll see. And I can’t stop you from flying out here but I’m not going to make you any promises either.”

Harry was determined. More than ever. He knew it was special with Y/n. He knew she knew it too. The night he had her in his hotel room was maybe the hottest sex he’d ever had. And of course, hot sex doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re soul mates but the way they connected and were vulnerable with one another was not like anything he’d ever had. Then all their subsequent conversations and things they’d revealed about themselves? No. He wasn’t done and she wasn’t either. He felt it deep down that she wanted him to prove to her that he was serious.

Kissing that woman had been a mistake. And now he was going to prove to her that he was serious. That they could work.

. . .

She didn’t know why she told him where she was going to be on her date. She didn’t need to tell him. He could wait to see her until after. She told him as much at first when he called her the moment he landed.

“Where will you be with your date?” He spoke saying the word date like a dirty word.

“Harry… why do you need that information?”

“Because I’m just curious. Maybe I’m looking for restaurant suggestions.”

“I’m sure,” she rolled her eyes to herself, “If I tell you, you better not show up and ruin everything. I kind of like this guy, Harry.”

Harry’s heart fell into his stomach and the smirk on his face faded at that. She liked the guy? She was supposed to only like him.

“I won’t ruin anything. I promise.” He couldn’t actually make that promise. He wouldn’t be held accountable for the methods he used to convince her she was his. That she wanted to be with him only.

. . .

The steak house was a typical small-town restaurant that looked cutesy and had a few things on the outside of the building to let you know it was a restaurant but still came off as more of something that looked like a house.

The inside wasn’t much different. The entry into the restaurant started at the bar. Round high-top tables and tall stools scattered along the middle with dining tables with chairs of normal height lined the wall to the right. The bar with various bottles of neatly arranged, half-empty bottles of liquor along the left. Old wood floors, crown molding, high ceilings, an old dusty scent mixed with the smell of stale spilled beer (that smell just doesn’t come out after years of clumsy customers insisting on spilling their ales every night for the past 35 years), food cooking, and meat searing. Beyond the bar was the main dining room with more tables placed around the space and large windows that looked out onto a sizeable terrace with more tables under a large awning.

Harry let his gaze move around the room and walking past the bar he peeked into the main dining room to see if he could spot the woman of his dreams.

“Harry Styles!” A young lady shrieked and as he turned back he saw two other women walking toward him. He knew the look. They were starstruck and hoping for a chance to speak to him and get a photo.

Reluctantly he obliged. Signed a napkin, took a few pictures, and shook their hands with a smile on his face. It tended to be better to just be nice and give them something quickly instead of declining. Sometimes declining or saying he couldn’t resulted in more issues than it was worth.

Not spotting Y/n anywhere either inside or outside he asked the young man stood at the front if there was a reservation under Y/n’s name. He expected that her date would have put it under his name but on the off chance-

“Yes sir. Uh, that reservation for 2 people isn’t for another fifteen minutes. Are you the other party on the reservation?”

Harry grinned and nodded, “Why yes. I am.”

He followed behind the kid to a spot outside on the terrace and ordered a bottle of red wine. He knew he wouldn’t be able to drink the whole thing but figured that once Y/n arrived with her date they could finish it off. He knew that what he was doing was taking it a little too far (maybe a lot too far) but he wanted to properly greet her and get a good look at this date. He’d get up and let them take their seats and then he’d pay the bill of course as an apology for the inconvenience.

Before he’d finished his glass of wine his sight landed on the entry to the terrace where Y/n, a tall man with dark hair (presumably her date), and the young host who seated Harry were walking toward him. There she was. She’d really dressed up too. The low plunge of her dress and the way it hit her hips were mouthwatering. He stood up quickly as he continued to watch her in awe. Her pretty face was set in an unamused frown, “What are you doing Harry?”

Shrugging his shoulders he looked to the guy next to her. He was Harry’s height. Taller even. Annoyingly good-looking in an older, sophisticated yet unbothered kind of way, “I’m Harry,” he jutted his hand out to shake.

The date looked at Y/n and then back to Harry with his hand taking Harry’s in a firm shake, “Yeah, I know who you are. Harry Styles… But why are you sitting at our table?” He asked with a laugh. So she hadn’t told her date about him. Pity.

“Oh, I was just having a sit, drinking a little wine. But I’ll be on my way. Just wanted to make sure my lovely friend here made it safely. Oh! And please! Enjoy the rest of the wine. And I’ve already told them that the tab is on me. So get whatever you like. Go wild.”

The look of anger on Y/n’s face should have deterred Harry from speaking further, but he couldn’t help himself, “And you look… wow. Incredible. You’re stunning, Y/n,” he looked over her frame and then back to her face, “I’ll call you later,” he winked as he turned and sauntered away just as casually as he had mentioned he was paying their bill. As if it were all just a normal occurrence.

Y/n watched the handsome pop star walk away before turning to Dante, “Sorry about that. He was just trying to be funny. Just a friend,” she reassured.

Though, Dante didn’t seem wary of him at all. He was clueless as to what had just happened, “You know Harry Styles?!”

Sitting down and pushing Harry’s nearly empty glass of cabernet to the edge of the table she nodded, “Yeah. Met him a couple of months ago when he was in Chicago for a concert, and I was there for an art show. Just luck.”

She left out the part where he had her in his posh hotel suite one evening and they spent the whole night fucking and talking and laughing. Connecting. And then again in the morning until she had to leave.

Y/n wasn’t sure how to feel about Harry’s little stunt. He seemed like such a genuinely sweet guy that what had just happened felt a little out of character. Though she got some glimpses of his pushy, dominant side in bed, she hadn’t seen any of that persona transfer outside of the bedroom. Not when he first introduced himself, and not in any of their conversations on the phone… But she guessed perhaps there was a part of him that would come out in this way. And she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t enjoy it all deep down.

But still. The nerve of him to sit at the table she and her date would be sharing and drink wine while he waited for them. To look at her the way he had, his eyes blatantly following her shape down to her hips and back up again with that grin… The compliment. And then to have their bill paid for? It was a power move. He was trying to assert dominance over Dante in some way. Even though Dante was annoyingly clueless somehow. She thought for sure he’d be livid about it but he wasn’t.

Dante was a little too nice she decided.

And it’s not like Y/n thought her date should be upset. She didn’t want two men fighting over her or anything. But the part of her that kind of liked what Harry had done, liked that he was trying to stake a claim or send a message- wanted to see what Dante had in him. Wanted maybe just a tiny bit to see him jealous or even insist on paying despite the fact that Harry said he would. Dante didn’t seem threatened at all. She shook her head of those thoughts. How silly for Y/n to even think that he should feel that way. Of course not!

And she couldn’t stop thinking about how good he looked in his suit and his thick dark hair with soft curls as she and her date neared the table he was casually sitting at. The handsome smug look on his face as he watched them. And she tried to refocus and listen as Dante was talking about his recent gallery show but she was now stuck thinking about the night she and the famous man shared together. That was probably part of what he intended as well, showing up like he did. To set the tone for the entire date. He knew what he was doing. And it had worked.

“Excuse me. I need to run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

She took a deep breath as she walked into the restaurant and followed the hanging wooden signs that pointed toward the little hallway where the two bathrooms were. A single toilet room each for women and men.

Flicking the light on and clicking the lock she leaned into the door and closed her eyes. She had to give herself a pep talk.

“You’re here with a perfectly nice and handsome man. Same interests, a level head, funny, humble…” and Dante was all those things. But something was missing. Something was holding her back from truly enjoying his company. And she knew just what it was. It was because he wasn’t Harry. And even if Harry hadn’t made his surprise appearance to discombobulate her completely, interrupting her date, she would have still felt the same.

Just as she pushed herself off the door there was a knock, “Sorry! Be right out!”

Y/n washed her hands and dried them before opening the door. But in a shocking split-second, she was met with the handsome smile of the man she couldn’t stop thinking about as he walked into the bathroom, causing her to step herself backward. Harry closed the door and clicked the lock.

“Harry! What are you doing?!”

Harry smirked and leaned his back into the door, “How’s the date going?”

Crossing her arms over her chest she tried to feign annoyance but she was working hard to hide her own grin, “It’s fine. I like Dante. Why are you still here?”

“I figured I’d see if you were free after. I brought some things with me that I think you might enjoy.”

She paused. He brought some things? What did that mean?

“I can’t believe I told you where my date was,” she shook her head and sighed.

“I’m sure you did it because you hoped for this very outcome.”

“Oh come on, Harry. I actually didn’t think you’d even come here this weekend, to be honest.”

Harry stitched his brows together and pushed himself off the door, taking two long-legged strides toward her, and brought his hands up to her face, “Well I am here. And I want you, Y/n. I don’t care that you’re on a fucking date. That should be me sitting out there getting to take you out,” he jabbed a finger in the air toward the door before returning his palm to her cheek.

Her blood pumped quickly through her veins and her head felt fluttery and light as she watched his mouth and then looked at his eyes as he spoke. His hair was fluffy and soft and his hands on her face felt gentle but she knew what they could do. All the very opposite things of gentle that had awakened some kind of indulgent new requirement. She wanted to put up a good fight. Make him work harder. Make him beg a little even. He’d kissed another woman! For god’s sake, she should make him grovel. But he was there. With her. Looking at her like he did that last morning they were together when they were making plans to keep contact until they could see one another again.

She didn’t know how to respond. If she were responding candidly, she’d tell him that yeah, it should be him out there treating her to dinner and not Dante. That she hadn’t been able to get him off her mind and last night, even though she had this date lined up, it was Harry’s image that she orgasmed to when she masturbated. In fact, it had only been Harry she got off to since she’d had that night with him nearly two months ago.

Harry tilted his head and spoke softly, “Please, Y/n. Do you want me to get on my knees? Beg? Or,” a small devious smirk quirked up on his lips as he licked them and ducked in to speak into her ear, his body pressed into hers, “maybe you want this. You like the chase, don’t you? Is that what you want? Trying to play hardball with me, sweet girl?”

She was a goner the moment his lips brushed over the shell of her ear and he brought his hands down from her face to her hips and pulled her in close. A small warm peck to her lobe, “What is it that you want me to do? I’ll do it.”

Y/n drew her hands up his back to his broad shoulders and moaned as she stretched her neck for him, “You shouldn’t be here. I’m in the middle of a date.”

And despite her words, Harry seemed to figure out what it was she needed and he dragged his mouth down to her jaw and then attached his lips to her neck and lightly peppered kisses and warm licks down the sensitive skin until he lowered enough that he’d made it to her clavicle, drawing a needy little gasp from her lips.

He backed away to look down at her and she had her lips parted and eyes closed, which made him smile.

She was his.

“And this dress,” he smoothed his hands down from her hips to the bottom hem of the material that landed just above her knee. He pulled the fabric upward, his warm fingers sliding up and under the stretchy cloth until he met her inner thighs, squeezed together, “Why did you do this? Wearing this for him? Baby this dress should only be for me.”

Her breaths deepened and her body grew hot with his hands on her. This was such a bad idea but she didn’t have it in her to stop him. She wanted him. When she opened her eyes and looked at Harry she licked her lips before speaking, “I hoped you’d see it. But I didn’t really think you’d come.”

Harry’s palms splayed against her thighs and continued to push the material up as he smiled at her with a cocky grin, “Wanted me to see it. So you wanted me to be jealous. To see you wearing this slutty thing on a date with another man while I watched. Suppose I deserve that. But you know you’re leaving here with me. Yeah? That’s what you wanted. Gonna show you what you deserve for teasing like this.”

Y/n let out a small whimper when he pushed her legs apart and kept his eyes on hers. His light green eyes were slowly disappearing under his dark pupils. His lids were droopy, and his lips parted as he finally moved his face to hers and nudged at her nose with his before putting her out of her misery and kissing her in a hot, desperate embrace.

She tried to resist but she’d already been a goner and the way he kissed her melted her senses and stamped out her resolve.

She was his.

Harry’s hands continued their path upward and she knew what he was doing, as far gone and mushy as her brain was, she understood his intentions. So she parted her thighs more for his access and Harry panted against her lips, “You want me to touch? Need a little something before you go back out there on your date?”

She nodded after faltering for a second. Her date… She wasn’t sure she could face him after this. She only knew she wanted Harry.

He pushed his fingers over her silky panties and grinned as he continued kissing her, her back pressed into the wall, “Fuck, baby girl. You need Daddy don’t you?”

She groaned and popped her eyes open, nodding the tiniest bit as she watched him use his hand on her, rubbing over her cloth-covered clit. Harry hissed and looked at her with sultry eyes, “Soaked for me, baby. You don’t want to go back out there to him. You need to be taken care of. Can you wait til we get back to your place or do you need it now?”

Harry was serious. He was going to leave with Y/n. Dante would be fine. His check was covered after all.

Y/n let out a shaky breath. Here or at hers? Her place was half an hour away and she was already vibrating with desire. Harry’s words and soft touches and his presence somehow pulled from her a need that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. One that she was certain Dante couldn’t affect.

“This is crazy,” she breathed out.

Harry pushed his mouth to hers and moved his fingers down to the drenched crotch of her panties pushing them to the side and he keened at the feel of how slick she was under the pads of his fingers.

“Remember how good it was, Y/n? How you moaned and came over and over again? The way you took me when I fucked you.”

Harry was hard as rock in his trousers. This woman was doing things to him. He hadn’t been so determined about anyone in a very long time.

“Yes,” she whispered when he stroked up and down through her labia and then pressed into the hood of her clit.

“And how good we are together. We work, Y/n. This works. I know you know it.”

He plunged two fingers inside as he kissed her mouth. She opened her legs further for him and rocked her hips forward into his hand.

Y/n realized suddenly where they were and what they were doing when a knock sounded on the door, “Let’s go. I need to tell Dante that I’m leaving first.”

Harry was directed to stay outside at the front of the restaurant while Y/n went to the terrace and broke the news to Dante. She felt awful. She really did. Dante was nice. He was attractive. But he wasn’t her type in the end and she was slick between her thighs as she sat down and winced at the feel. The empty ache. She was flushed and her panties were chilled against her skin where it was wet, a result of just having been fingered in the bathroom. But her body was guiding her. She was aching and wanted Harry in her bedroom. Wanted Harry inside of her again.

It was probably a mistake. She’d probably regret this but she only knew one thing. And that was that Dante would never have a chance. Not when she was fantasizing about Harry on a date with him. That wasn’t fair to him, to string him along. So she justified that it was better this way.

. . .

Y/n had fully expected that Harry would have a driver or something. But to her surprise, he rented a car. A really nice car. A Mercedes Benz wagon.

She did kind of wish he had a driver, though, so they could sit in the back and that there was one of those partitions that separated them from view. But as it was, she was sitting in the passenger side as Harry drove her to her house.

It was kind of wild to her that Harry Styles was driving her to her house and that once there, in her small residential bungalow, they’d probably wind up having sex. Certainly, they’d wind up having sex.

“I’m sorry I did it this way,” Harry paused with a smirk on his face, “but not that sorry. Worked out in my favor.”

Y/n breathed out a laugh and shook her head, “Yeah, I guess you got your way. I imagine you’re used to that.”

“Heey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He knew exactly what she meant.

“It just means you’re probably not used to not getting exactly what you want.”

Harry nodded shallowly as he kept his eyes on the road in silence. He was just happy it had worked. He wasn’t sure it would. And yes, he was used to getting what he wanted but he didn’t expect to get everything he wanted. Not all the time anyway.

“My place is pretty small. Two bedrooms. One bathroom. A small backyard. So don’t judge, okay?” She was mostly teasing, feeling quite nervous about what was soon to happen. The state of her home was actually the last thing on her mind.

“Don’t be nervous, love. We’re going to have a great time together.”

Y/n gulped the saliva in her throat and looked ahead toward the road. She knew they’d have a great time together if their last time together was any indicator. In fact, she imagined it might be even better. He was visiting for three days and she had nothing to do other than finish the canvas she’d been working on for the past week. So they’d have a lot of time. To explore and to play. To talk.

She recalled a conversation they had one night over the phone when Harry brought up her pretty, plump bottom, his words still making her blush having never enjoyed anyone calling her plump in any way. But somehow, when Harry said it, it felt sexy. He made her feel sexy. Her curves and her extra bits, her tummy and ass and arms and thighs… they only spent the one night together but he made her feel as if all of her was beautiful.

“Such a pretty, plump bottom like yours… and you’ve never had anal sex before, or anything? My finger was the first to poke inside?” He spoke his words with a smile.

She was already lying down in bed and gently rubbing herself to the sound of his voice and he’d been heavily flirting and suggesting what they’d do together the next time they saw one another.

“No. Have never done anything back there,” she laughed breathily.

“We can change that. I can start by licking your pussy and your ass until you’re so wet and creamy that I can just slip my finger inside your little hole and get you ready for more.”

She moaned lightly at the idea.

He continued, “And once you’re shaking and begging to come I’ll slowly fill you up with my cock so you can finally experience what it’s like.”

Y/n laughed and paused her fingers, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Harry groaned and panted (he was also touching himself), “Oh I would be in heaven to have you any way you wanted. But to be able to be your first experience with that would be amazing. But the question is, Y/n, would you like that?”

She squirmed in the soft black leather seats just thinking about it. She wasn’t sure if he’d want to go that route or not but she figured if he got her loosened up and drippy she probably would very much want that. She felt like he’d make it good. She knew he’d make it good.

Harry noticed the way she shifted and wondered if she was still on edge. He imagined her panties were a mess after what happened in the bathroom. He would have loved to have fucked her then and there but she asked to leave. And he could wait a little longer, though his cock was aching and pushing against the front of his trousers painfully.

Y/n was trying not to eye his crotch. He clearly had an erection. Still. And she knew he was nice and thick and long. Just remembering the way he looked had her thighs clenching together. Yes, she was still very wet in her panties, and knowing that soon he’d be using that thing on her gave her an idea.

She reached her hand over and put her palm on his upper thigh over his pants and Harry quickly glanced down before putting his eyes back on the road. He swallowed thickly. He liked where this was going.

“Gonna help me out a little?”

Y/n smirked and looked up at him as she unbuckled her seatbelt, “Do you want me to?”

Harry scoffed and shot his eyes at her quickly, “Is that a serious question?”

Biting her lip she positioned herself to lean over the leather console and began to undo the leather belt he had on. Harry adjusted his seating and pressed the seat back button to lean back a little to give her more room as she unbuttoned his pants. He parted his lips and let out a labored breath when he felt her palm over him.

He was so warm under her hand, even with the material of his pants covering him. She continued working on opening his pants up when the seatbelt warning dinged.

Harry groaned and rolled his eyes but she continued, not worried at all about the sound. She wanted to pull him out and play with him a little bit.

The road to her house from the restaurant was mostly along a small highway with no stoplights and very little traffic. Which she liked so she could have him out in her hand and no one would pull up next to them and catch a glimpse of what they were doing. Not to mention it was Harry Styles in the car, that would surely get some attention.

When she finally dragged his underwear down enough that she could grasp around him he moaned softly. She loved how he felt in her hand, the way he looked. She pulled from the base of his shaft upward, rolling his foreskin over his frenulum and back down. He was hard and his tip was pink and pretty like his lips.

The ding of the seatbelt warning chimed again as she leaned further over and moved her lips to right above his erect cock. Harry moved his arm away to give her space, before putting his hand on the back of her head. Her hair fell over the exposed skin at the base of his cock before he felt her lick gently over his slit and stroked him slowly as Harry drove down the road toward her home.

It was difficult to put him into her mouth with the console in between them but she had been able to put his tip in past her lips and lick all around him, lapping at his precome as she continued moving her hand in gentle strokes at his shaft.

Harry was panting shallowly and his stomach muscles were contracting. It felt so good to have her mouth and her hand on him. He wished he could look down to see her sucking him off but he had to keep an eye on the road, and with her seatbelt undone (thanks to the reminder every two minutes from the warning chime) he didn’t want to chance anything.

Y/n moaned around his slit and Harry choked out his words, “Fuck, baby. We’re almost there. Gonna give it to you so good when we get to your place.”

And she knew he would too. She wasn’t very experienced. She’d slept with two men before she got married but of all the men who’d fucked her, Harry was far and away the best at it.

Harry pulled into her small driveway, directly behind her Toyota Camry. Tucking himself back into his pants as she adjusted her dress before getting out of his car and plucking her keys from her purse.

“Did he pick you up here at your house?” He pointed toward her car in the driveway. He deduced that if her vehicle was there the date must have come to her home to pick her up.

Y/n paused and it took her a moment to understand what he meant but the realization dawned on her, “Yes. He did.”

Harry nodded, “So he knows where you live? Did you invite him in?”

Sighing she shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. Was he really doing this now? “Yes. He came in, stood in the doorway, and looked around while I grabbed my purse. That was it.”

Harry was standing over her with a small frown, “Were you planning on sleeping with him? After the dinner?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. What is this, Harry?” She pulled her arms upward before dropping them at her sides in frustration, the keys to her house jangling as she did so.

Putting his hands on her upper arms he slowly rubbed upward, “This is just me wondering what you were up to is all. It’s a good thing I got there in time to stop anything from happening.”

A scoff fell from her lips as she looked up at him, stunned, “No. This is you being jealous.”

Harry shook his head with a cocky grin and brought his left hand up to her neck and pulled her into his chest, “I’d be jealous if you left with him. But he’s nowhere to be seen now is he?”

She felt the small squeeze on her neck as he pushed her bottom gently to the front of his car, his hips connected to hers so she could feel him, “S’just you and me here, though. Isn’t it? You’re wet for me. Not for him,” his soft, warm mouth was suddenly pasted over her jaw and she gasped. It was hard for her head to fight its way out of the labyrinth of mush that he seemed to be so good at leading her into. But he knew that. He loved the way she responded to him.

Harry chuckled, his laugh vibrating off her neck as he tenderly kissed the edge of her parted lips before backing away and grasping her hand to pull her to her front door, “Let’s get inside then. Can’t fuck you out here on the hood of the car for all to see can I?”

Everything was rushed and desperate in her brain. She was shaky putting her key into her door to unlock with Harry right behind her, his hands at her hips, his lips on her neck.

The moment the door was closed and locked Harry pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. It was hot and frantic. They were both on edge and very much in need of release. Together. Even though he acted as if he had it totally together and he was in charge, he was feeling desperate too with the way his tip was leaky and his cock throbbed in his pants.

“It’s this way,” she panted breathlessly as she pulled his hand to bring him toward her bedroom.

But Harry paused when he saw a large, framed photo hung on the wall. It was of Y/n with a man. Kissing a man. She was wearing a beautiful wedding dress and the man was in a tuxedo with the backdrop of a lovely garden and flowers all around.

“Is… this you?”

Y/n was halted when she whipped her head to look at what he’d seen. She realized instantly what he meant.

“Um. Yes.”

“Are you… married?”

Y/n sighed and let go of Harry’s hand.

Talk about a mood killer.

Chapter 3

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bbybluemochi · 8 months

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bbybluemochi's F.A.Q. ✧･ﾟ

Hi! Arun here! I thought that instead of answering your submissions one by one I’d gather all the frequently asked questions and answer them in a single post (this is a mix of art/OC/commissions related q's)!

Please note that I do read all your messages and I’m so grateful for every one of them!!!! I keep all your words really close to my heart, thank you for liking my art and loving my Ocs as much as I do, it means the world to me <3

What’s the name of your OCs?

They’re called Cotton (the blonde one) and Puppy (the dark haired one). The original idea for them was to make some silly wolf/bunny OCs (that’s why Cotton is called like that, it was supposed to be a joke about her tail…) but somewhere along the way they took over and became something completely different!

Is there a webcomic for your OCs?

Not currently! I don’t have the time or the skills (for now) but I’d love to give it a try in the future!

I was wondering if you mind people using your OC art as character art/inspiration for DnD?Just games with friends that are for fun, nothing for commercial.

Go ahead! I find that really flattering.

Just out of curiosity, are any of your OCs bisexual?

Both Cotton and Puppy are lesbians. That’s what I feel comfortable drawing since I’m a lesbian myself. If I ever do draw a bisexual OC I’ll make sure to mention it! <3

I think you said Cotton was a dominatrix in a previous ask, but is Puppy on the opposite side of the spectrum or is she just glad to be there whichever way?

Puppy is very much a sub. They both switch (Puppy as a service top and bottom and Cotton as a top and power bottom), but the dom/sub dynamic never changes. Also I wanted to mention that these dynamics do not transcend outside of the bedroom that much, there’s more to them than their kinks but I do love to draw them deep in their submissive/dominant headspaces.

Are one of the lesbian fairytale characters trans?

I didn’t design either of them with that in mind, but I’m super OK with people headcanoning them as trans!

May I use your art as a header/icon?

Of course! Remember to credit me tho~

Do you allow people to use your art freely?

I don’t allow reposts of my work (not that it matters that much, since almost all my art has been already reposted a million times ))): but I’d really appreciate it if you just shared my posts instead of reposting my art). As for phone backgrounds/wallpapers or stuff like that, yeah!

Do you have an instagram account or other social media, I would love to follow you there.

My main platform is twitter (same @), I post all my drawings there and I’m usually more active over there. Tumblr is kind of like an archive. I really like the community here but I find it easier to reply/interact with people on twitter! As for instagram, I do have an old art account (same @, again) but I haven’t posted in so long. I may start posting there soon if a certain rich guy decides to keep destroying the bird app tho.

I’ve always thought about this… how do you think it’d look if the aesthetics/styles [of your OCs] were reversed?

I’ll have to explore that in a future drawing, I haven’t thought much about it!

Do you write fics for your characters or has anyone else written fics about them?

Not yet! A couple of my friends have offered, tho! I usually like to stick to drawing because that’s what I do best, I don’t wanna subject anyone to my writing (it’s not very good,,,,). When I share some of my Ocs stories, I think it will be in comic format.

What's the story behind your OCs?

There are several, actually!! I like to put my OCs in different universes. As for now, there’s the Fairytale AU, the modern setting AU (this is the original one), and now the Werewolf/Vampire AU. I also did a drawing of them as spiderwoman and black cat but I don’t think that AU is gonna make a comeback for a while. I’m also planning a scifi AU but I’m not sure I’d be able to pull off that aesthetic with my current art style so I’m still working on it.

The Fairytale AU is the one I’m working on most of the time. I wanna release a small artbook with their story + illustrations. That was my main goal for 2023 but life got in the way, so maybe,,, 2024??? *crosses fingers*

Is your shop down? It’s saying that it’s not available.

I open my shop for 1-2 weeks every now and then, that’s why it’s closed most of the time! My plan is to open the store again in september, if i manage to finish all the merch in time! I’ll announce it on my twitter and tumblr account when I do.

Would you ever share a tutorial on how you make your art?

Yes, of course! I’m not very good at explaining my drawing process but If it helps anyone I’d love to! Just let me know what part of the drawing process you’d like me to focus on, because If i try to make a full illustration tutorial it’s gonna be too long/difficult to follow.

May I ask what brush do you use for your lineart?

I use a different brush almost every time I start an illustration, I’m not very consistent when it comes to that (I think it’s mainly because I haven’t found the perfect brush yet!). But let me know what illustration you’re curious about and I’ll try to remember which one I used!

Do you come up with poses off the top of your head or do you use some type of reference? I always struggle with them.

It depends on what I’m drawing! Some of my drawings are reinterpretations of paintings (I’m obsessed with pre-raphaelite painters and arthurian legend paintings in general), so in those cases I try to adapt the poses to my art style. Even If I’m trying to recreate an already existing painting I end up changing the poses/proportions a lot along the way to fit my personal taste/art style.

Other times, I just sketch from imagination (this is more entertaining, I think, since looking at references can make the drawing process a bit tedious). If I find it hard to draw a certain pose/part of the body I will look up references on printerest, no shame in using pictures! If I still can’t find the pose I need I’ll just take a picture of myself (this is like, a last resort for me. I’m too lazy for this).

My personal advice would be to use references for the pose and then tweaking the pose and trying to make it more personal

I love the way the armor was designed and rendered! Can you share some tips on designing armor?

Drawing armor is something I still struggle with most of the time. I think I’ve learned a lot in the past year (please don’t look at my armor drawings from 2022,,,,, sigh) but I still struggle to draw certain poses/angles. My advice is: don’t hesitate to draw non-functional armor!!! There’s always gonna be someone like “actually, that armour makes no sense :)” well !!!! it looks cool as hell so who caresssss !!!!!

I think it’s more important for you to get comfortable drawing armor before you start beating yourself up for not drawing accurate ones. It takes a lot of practice (I’m still learning!!!), especially if you’re trying to draw historically accurate ones, so start by having fun, and then work your way up from there.

Most of the tips I can think about are really hard to explain without a visual example, so let me know if that’d be a tutorial you would be interested in and I’ll try to make one (I’m cringing a little just saying this bc I swear, my armor skills are so bad compared to some amazing artists out there………..).

Do you allow cosplays your OCs?

YES…. YES PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM BEGGING YOUUU ILL LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!!! *rattles my cage*

Do you allow fanart of your OCs?

Again,,, PLEASEEEEEEEEE !!! Just tag me so I don’t miss it and remember to give me credits if you do !!!!!!!!!!! :D

I was wondering if you use procreate , clip studio, or similar apps?

A mix of both. I used to draw on procreate only until I got a tablet and now I’m a clip studio user (csp sponsor me please), and now that’s all I use. I’m so used to drawing on PC now that I don’t think I’d be able to go back to procreate, but I still like that app a lot! All my drawings (even the ones I do on csp) always get retouched on procreate because I like some of the effects (*dreamy sigh* chromatic aberration filter,,, love u).

I wanted to know if the marks Cotton has on her waist are tattoos or like a scar?

Those are tats! Puppy is a tattoo artist ~~~ (I’m actually not sure if i’ll keep the waist tats on Cotton or if I’ll end up redesigning them,,,)

I was wondering if you take commissions?

Not right now. I also don’t have any plans of opening commissions any time soon! When I do, I’ll post a google forms on twitter and here on tumblr with the prices and type of comms I do. But there’s nothing scheduled.

Even tho I'm not doing commissions atm, I’m currently looking for illustration jobs (specially book covers), so don’t hesitate to email me at [email protected]

That's all for now, thank you for reading!! I think I covered most of the questions, I'll make another q&a post in the future! Bye~~

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couch-house · 4 months

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2023 baybeeeee. havent done an art summary in a while since i basically stopped drawing early 2020 and didn't get back on the horse until mid-2022 (i wonder... what could have caused that!) i dont feel like my art has really changed this year, only in the ways that I draw specific sonic characters (looking through my archive is fun bc i can see the progression of the diseases known as Giving Them Big Eyebrows and Drawing The Monoeye) and--more exciting 4 me--my practice with paneling comics! :)

i think the progression is much more noticeably when you line it up with last year's sonic art... i can see all the Milestones.. more talking abt that under the cut

May: couch gets into sonic. June: Yucky Sonic 1.0. this was also the month when i Heard Of fleetway super. July: couch comes back from brazil, having read stc. this is also when i start dong actual short comics. compare may -> june -> july. (also please forgive whatever tf i was doing with skintones. i needed some practice)

august: merger au takes shape. dog invented. also i just really like that speed racer sonic mspaint picture. its fun :) september: deep in the fleet mines. october: i lose a lot of steam and mostly just doodle. another comic comparison for those three months:

november: frontiers comes out. i go crazy mode and make that sonic + knuckles comic with the pretty backgrounds and LOTS OF TINY TEXT. december: winter break AND im tired. january 2023 i come back insane crazy mode and write some fanfiction?? still havent finished that LOL. made some nice cover art :) february: i shift into knuckles mode fora month. make another comic. this one is much better i think :) november -> february

march: i shift into transfem metal sonic mode. also just stick to a lot of doodling. also write more fanfiction. crazy. april: transitory period as i shift back into stc/exit: sonic mode. may: more fanfiction. more comics. i really like how both of these turned out :) while the last two were definitely taking a lot more notes from stc, i think around here i start paying attention to and trying to learn from more creative panelling from artists i admire. like @/superemeralds THOAM and @/starrjoy's pandora au.

june: i play sa2 and it's good. july: i play unleashed and it is both miserable and good. i get in kind of an artistic frustration zone and wiggle my way out. august: idk i think im just chillin. super react dot jpeg happens. it's not even named that, it's named after the other image on the canvas, which was maria holding baby shadow. more comics.

september: i burn out for a bit. get real tired. eventually get back up and make more comics. the goal here and last month has become "try to make more interesting panel shapes. I've noticed other artists don't just use rectangles--try playing with irregular polygons and see where it gets you." well it gets you mixed results as you learn :) also i think after that pause i accept the monoeye into my life. sigh...

october: oc showdown starts and @/neurotypical-sonic asks me to make some halloweeny art :) feels like i dont do much this month bc i focus on those. november: A LOT OF ART?? INSANE. more oc showdown stuff. i play shadow the hedgehog (2005). it's good and i love it. i draw a ton of shit on one canvas for it. Fucking Dember: i have shifted back into stc/EXIT mode. motivation's a little weird bc work's a little weird. doing commissions also makes it weird. well im having fun and being myself :) a final handful of comics from this month:

idk maybe ill do something sicko crazy b4 the end of the year. mayb i'll follow exit sonic's example and #GetWorse. who knows :) well this is fun i love looking at my art and seeing and noticing things. thank u all for your support and I hope we all have a great 2024!

#id in alt text #partially descriptive... i put the details i figured were relevant #art summary #i have WPRDS to SAY. i like thinking abt my art #okayvwell this was supposed to stay a draft but WHATEVER

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golden-redhead · 2 years

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Incoherent, messy and out of order first spoilery thoughts on TUA season 3, let’s go!

Viktor’s transition was incorporated rather nicely in the show and it led to some really wholesome sibling moments that I will cherish forever

the actor playing Reggie is a delight and while the character is extremely unlikable, I love seeing him on screen. it really is a testament to how good the TUA casting is

I expected to dislike the whole Stan thing, but I actually found myself enjoying it? I think the humor and delivery of some of the lines was amazing and made it work even if I am not a huge fan of what became of Diego in the last 2 seasons

Lila and Five’s dynamic absolutely SLAYS! idk, they are such a pleasure to watch, all this easy banter and everything, I just find their whole chemistry very satisfying and it shows both in the show and in the interviews that the actors truly get these characters, what they’ve been through and how it affected this relationship in particular. honestly, some amazing performances from both of them

overall, I feel like the performances in general were what made this season actually good to watch. I have a lot of complaints about some of the lines, subplots and plot points in general, but I can’t deny that I simply love these characters and the way they are portrayed by the actors and even though I can’t say I’m happy with everything that happened, it was still a lot of fun to watch. again, casting of this show is absolutely unmatched!

I really wish some inconsistencies in Allison’s reasoning were fixed and I still don’t know how to feel about THAT scene with Luther... I mostly can’t believe that it not only made it into the season, but - more importantly - that it isn’t addressed later on... at all. it’s one thing to portray dysfunctional and grieving characters doing shitty and questionable things, it’s another to frame it... well, the way they did it this season.

that said, I enjoyed Allison’s arc a lot and Emmy Raver-Lampman is an amazing actress who was horribly underutilized until now, so I’m happy to see her have more defined role this season.

there’s something really interesting about the theme of losing one’s family in a show that’s so focused on family in general. I mean, usually when you grow up you begin making your own family unit with your spouse and children, so it’s interesting to see how Allison is torn between her obligation to her siblings, the family she didn’t choose, and the family she created as an adult. I know that we are more inclined to root for her relationship with other Umbrellas because they are the focus of the show, but it does make absolute sense for her to try to bring back the family she made for herself

I liked Klaus so much more this season and his scenes, especially those with other siblings, were really great! him bonding with Five was everything I wanted and didn’t even know. and it’s nice to finally tap into his issues with his powers instead of having him escape from them

Five being the Commission founder... I said in another post that I totally saw him being tied to the Commission’s existence in a more meaningful way coming because of how his powers operate in the same way the briefcases do, but I did not see THAT coming

on one hand, Sloane and Luther are a great example of insta love and everything wrong with it. on the other, though, it gave us some fun subplots and dynamics and if there’s one character that deserved to find peace and normalcy - it was Luther. I honestly need more time to form an opinion on it.

RIP Marcus and his potential, I guess...

Fei deserved better

Allison and Viktor’s fight in episode 7 was amazing, the tension was really palatable and dang, THIS is how you write characters fighting! the actual VENOM in Allison’s voice, just... such a great scene, I was so impressed with the acting

the amount of sudden deaths and betrayals was absolutely INSANE, the reviewers did not lie about that, holy shit

that moment when Five steps on his star, in the middle of the circle, connecting all of them? I don’t know what is it about that scene, but holy fuck, CHILLS

I might add more later once I collect my thoughts more, for now I’m a rambling, absolutely incoherent mess of emotions.

#the umbrella academy #tua spoilers #tua s3 spoilers #tua season three #spoilers #umbrella academy #five hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #lila pitts #reginald hargreeves #spoiler

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genshin-scenarios · 7 months

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Reunion: The End of the Night [Part 7]

Read the first series (Adopt a Wanderer) here! An AU where Scaramouche/Wanderer gets isekaied to your world - a found-family series.

Summary: The last chapter of the sequel is here! Featuring the Lantern Rite, you and Kuni are now traveling around Liyue.

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Part 1

Part 6 <-

Initially, you weren’t sure if Kuni would agree to stay at Wangshu Inn until the both of you stepped out on its highest balcony, and the bustle of people below immediately dissolved into a jaw-dropping view.

No wonder Xiao frequents this place. You can’t imagine any other sight that would soothe the mind such as this. It almost made you a little jealous of those that lived in Teyvat, for being witness to sceneries so beautiful as part of their everyday lives.

Needless to say, you’ve since acquired neighboring single rooms at Wangshu Inn and started to traverse Liyue at your leisure. It was only a week or two before the Lantern Rite, so there were many commissions available to help local businesses prepare for the event.

Kuni was not as enthusiastic about working as a delivery-person, but at your reminder it’s a two-in-one of exploring and earning mora, he relented.

You’re actually kind of impressed at how fast he’s able to fly around. Meanwhile, you were simply trying to act natural when meeting people like Xiangling and Hu Tao at the harbor. You knew they lived here, but you really underestimated how fast your heart would beat when faced with characters you’ve only seen on screens!

Kuni likes to make fun of you for that, saying you’ll spontaneously combust at this rate since there were many more recognisable figures that you’d run into - and while it was true, you can’t help but feel a little excited every time. You definitely almost tripped and fell off the stairs when you realized Xiao was on the rooftop one night. But you digress.

Right now however, such things were at the back of your mind as you and Kuni were in the Minlin area - more specifically, to explore Jueyun Karst and the Hanguang Stone Forest, after Verr Goldet asked if you’d be willing to drop off supplies to crafters that frequent there for inspiration.

“Making crafts and weaponry in honor of the adepti is quite common during this season, especially in terms of commissions from high-profile customers. Normally we send our messengers there, but since I noticed one of you has a vision and is quite adept with flying around…”

You’d be getting paid a high sum for this after all. And, well… You did want to get Kuni some qingxin flowers to replace the ones you gave him in Sumeru, seeing as you did say as much with so much confidence before. He says you’re ridiculous for going to such dangerous places when you could just buy some from a shop, but you also wanted to share the tranquil view with him (despite how Kuni said otherwise, you find that his cat-like characteristics extend to lounging on tall vantage points. Perhaps he liked being able to see everything that was going on in this way).

“We should’ve turned this into a picnic.” You muse, tucking your feet carefully under your legs as you look around. Kuni managed to fly you up to one of the more spacious peaks in Hanguang Stone Forest. The weather is nice, and you’re taking a break from deliveries. “I can see myself having quite a nice nap out here.”

“The more you talk, the more I wonder if you’d survive alone.” Kuni’s words hold no malice, but you’re a little surprised that he’s chatting now, seeing as he’d opted to let you do the talking with the craftsmen earlier. “What if you roll over too much and plummet down?”

“Well… you wouldn’t let me die in such a lame way, right?”

“...”

“...Right? Hey—”

“You two up there! Might you be adventurers?” A stranger’s voice echoes from the bridge below, effectively stealing away both of your attention.

“Um, yeah!” You yell back. “Is there something we can help you with?”

“There’s a swordsmith stuck on Mount Hulao! He’s gotten trapped in the amber.” The person holds her head in exasperation. You feel a little bad for the lady; it seems like this isn’t the first time trouble has found this mysterious swordsmith. “If the two of you are able to rescue him, I’ll pay you for your services. Mora is no problem.”

When Kuni meets your gaze, he can only heave out a sigh. “Fine, fine. Let’s get this loser.”

“We’ll do it!” You give the lady a thumbs up. Without a moment to waste, she gives you instructions on the swordsmith’s location once you descend the stone spire.

She marks another spot on your map. “And this is where our lodges are located. Once that idiot is rescued, please return him here. I told him not to rush to the mountains so early in the morning, but he kept insisting he could collect the amber from Mount Hulao as a finishing touch to his creation…”

“No problem, we’ll be back as soon as we can.” You assure her. “Um… may I ask if you’re his co-worker, or…?”

“Oh, I’m a painter.” She raises a hand to her heart, giving you a proper introduction. “My name is Lian. Both me and Yichen were commissioned to create works for this year’s Lantern Rite, as part of a larger collection to be on display at Liyue Harbour.”

“So this sword he’s putting finishing touches to is for that?”

“...Not exactly.” Lian purses her lips. “You can ask him more about it later on, if you wish.”

You manage to find Yichen quite easily, seeing as he’s only made it halfway up the mountain before getting caught by the clever defenses of Mount Hulao. With a bit of brute force, Kuni manages to break the poor guy out of his amber cocoon.

Thankfully Yichen gives up on the idea of continuing his search for amber - after an hour or so of being stuck inside it, he says it’s lost the original charm he envisioned - and you make it back to their lodges in one piece.

“Why use amber from that place anyways?” Kuni raises a brow. “You could simply buy any jewels you need as part of your budget.”

“It’s not about that,” Yichen explains, “One night, while we were out here to gain inspiration from our surroundings, I fell asleep while sketching decorative designs for the blade. I had a dream of the most beautiful sword, crafted from a gemstone of wonderful, rich origins… but it’s too last minute to order some from the city, where everyone else has already booked out materials.”

“And it doesn’t feel the same to get mass-produced gems.” Lian adds, reading his expression with ease. “You’ve been wanting to leave a sword here as an offering to the adepti, right?”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Well, you made an extra blade. And talk in your sleep.” She shrugs. After handing you the payment for rescuing Yichen, Lian gives him a pat on the shoulder. “Maybe next time you’ll be able to finish it and deliver it to the mountains. There’s no need to rush.”

“By wonderful, rich stones… would noctilucous jade from the Chasm work?” You speak up.

“The Chasm?” Yichen’s gaze lights up. “Have you been there?”

“We passed through it.” Fishing out some samples you took with you from your backpack, you show them to Yichen. “I don’t know if these are enough - we sold the rest on the way to the harbor.”

The only reason you still had them on-hand was as emergency funds. Who would’ve thought they might be able to contribute to this man’s wish?

Almost in a daze, Yichen’s expression melts into a smile. “Yes… These would work splendidly! What is your price? I can pay a bit over market rates, since these are of a better quality, and—”

“You can do all that after you finish crafting your blade.” Kuni interrupts him. At your surprised look, Kuni tilts his head. “What? It’s already midday. If he wants to deliver that thing soon, he might as well get started.”

“I’ll be sure to return this favor! Please give me a few hours - it shouldn’t take too long for me to shape the jade!”

You never would’ve expected yourself to be dazzled by weapons of all things, but the finished product truly was a sight to behold.

As a sword fashioned for ceremonial purposes rather than an adventurer’s use, its hilt is engraved with small stones of noctilucous jade. The entire edge of the blade is plated with the gemstone as if coated in sky-blue paint, sharpened with masterful precision. You’re not sure how he’s managed such a thing, but it leaves the sword twinkling in a deadly manner. It’d look absolutely stunning under the sunlight.

“And now to test it.” Yichen looks down at the sword in his hands, before bowing his head and offering it to Kuni. “If you would… I’d like you to do the honors.”

“Me?” Kuni looks like he’s about to decline, but hesitates. “Why?”

Yichen straightens, giving Kuni a smile. “Well, aside from the impressive display you put up while rescuing me, the way you observed my workspace when we first arrived gave me the impression you were a little familiar with sword making.” He pauses. “But, you can also call it intuition. Between the four of us, I simply believe you’d wield this sword the best.”

“Hmph. Human reasoning really is nonsensical.”

Something in the air changes as Kuni picks up the sheathed blade, adjusting to its weight and equipping the scabbard so that the sword would rest by his hips. His gaze lowers as if recalling a ritual from long ago, making his way to an open area surrounded by amber trees.

There is no music, but you, Lian, and Yichen all fall silent. The wind picks up, twirling through the air while carrying gold and orange leaves.

Kuni takes a step forward, his hands shifting with graceful movements. He does not have a fan as one normally would with a sword dance, but in place he conjures anemo to take its form. Teal and ochre swirl around the timeless wanderer, and in the middle of it all is sapphire that unmistakably draws the eye.

It is blue in the richness of the sky and sea, harnessed into a blade that flirts with the light as Kuni flourishes it, guiding it through the air.

He cuts through the falling leaves, slicing them clean in half. It’s like time has stopped to witness his actions, preserving the fall of orange just a second more.

Suffice to say, Yichen absolutely begs Kuni to follow him up to the mountains to place the offering. (“It wouldn’t be right otherwise!”) The entire group treks up Mount Aocang, which you identified as the safest option for visit.

Lian gives you a painting of Kuni’s sword dance before you leave, along with another drawing of the both of you walking together at the front with a flabbergasted Yichen. Kuni doesn’t say much about this outwardly, but you notice the way he keeps an eye on where you keep it - safely tucked within your backpack.

“After the death of Rex Lapis, the adepti showed up at Liyue Harbour during a time of great need.

“They’ve since retreated to their abodes, but I just wanted to leave something as a sign of gratitude. Liyue Harbour is my home, after all. I’ll always thank those that help protect it - and to the two of you, for helping me accomplish this much.

“If you two ever need help while in the city, feel free to look for us. We’ll do what we can!”

On the day of the Lantern Rite celebration, where the giant mingxiao lantern would come to life and soar above the harbor at night - you find yourself wandering through the city to take full advantage of its offerings.

With delicious food, riddles, and shadow puppet shows to watch, there’s never a dull moment. At some point Kuni got roped into helping children mend their dolls, but he much prefers to get some relative quiet from the crowds; you end up in a shop that makes their own mingxiao lanterns, and allows you to customize yours before sending it off to the sky.

Instead of writing your wishes on the paper slip as instructed by Master Lou however, you place an additional slip on the table between you and Kuni, silently willing him to take it and read its contents.

Like school-children passing notes, Kuni raises a brow at the way you’re pretending you’ve been on-task the entire time. You stand up and chase after one of the staff members to ask a question, leaving him alone at the desk.

He would’ve expected your handwriting to struggle fitting onto a paper so small, but the words stand out in tiny, tentative letters.

‘Did you ever regret meeting me?’

Kuni silently pockets the note and finishes off his wish, tying it to his mingxiao lantern and exiting the shop. The lantern looks like it could be the stage of a shadow puppet show. Or perhaps, more optimistically, a page where the wishes written on paper could be brought to life. With how unpredictable the shape of a flickering fire can be, Kuni doesn’t doubt that a drunk man could witness a dream simply by watching the lanterns up close.

He joins you at the docks, where children and adults alike crowd around the harbor and balconies, awaiting the start of the fireworks show. Once the musicians begin playing, the lanterns in your hands start to glow, raising themselves into the air.

They gather against the night sky like a sea of fireflies, and as much as Kuni wants to say it’s simply an ocean of floating trash… the sight is something that brings him to pause.

“I’m not particularly mad or bitter about the past.” Kuni says quietly. It might’ve gone unheard beneath the music of the streets if he wasn’t standing next to you. “Even if you’re a bit of a liability, traveling around with you and making sure you don’t run into trouble aren’t such bad memories to have.”

The music swells, and something in your chest twinges with it. The melody goes tentative, tentative, before marching into a crescendo you recognise by heart.

“In that case, I have to thank you.” You reply, eyes on the lanterns that’re so far away now. “I never would’ve thought that offering shelter to a lost person would bring me to this day. But I don’t regret any of it.”

A whistle shoots through the air, drawing your line of sight up, and higher, to where the first firework blooms. It’s followed by a chorus of more multicolored lights, delivered from Naganohara Fireworks across the ocean. Perhaps one day, you and Kuni could visit Inazuma, or Mondstadt, or wherever else the wind blows. For now though, this sight is more than enough to captivate you.

The fireworks are fleeting, yet as you drink in the display of explosive lights, the moment seems to hang just a second longer for you to savor it.

Eternal, yet not. A long time ago, in a different place, Kuni had witnessed fireworks from your apartment window for the first time. Against the tempered glass, both of your reflections could be seen in tandem with the fireworks far away.

You’d asked him if he wanted to go outside for a better view, but Kuni had said this much was enough. Perhaps there was something about its beauty that deserved being admired from a distance - or, he might’ve seen similar sights from a beach in Inazuma, far from where the main city stood proud.

“...You know what? If we ever get separated, or if you’re the one who loses their memory - I’d fight to hell and back to make you remember again.”

“You say that as if I would forget.” Kuni replies, stating the loud implication as if it were fact. Maybe with his will, it might as well be.

“I’ll take that as a promise.” You lean against the balcony of the harbor, fireworks still going off around you. No one would know any better about an outlander being in their midst. “I’d have to annoy you day and night otherwise.”

Humans are horrible at keeping promises. “You’re lucky I know you.”

“And I’m glad that you do.” You smile, and it’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Whatever happens now will be up to the both of you; destination, purpose, or dream.

The last firework explodes before the moon, larger than life and resounding against the darkness.

Happy Lantern Rite.

(End.)

Ending notes: thank you so much for reading this far! It’s certainly been a journey while writing ‘Adopt a Wanderer’, and I hope ‘Reunion’ was a fun sequel to read!

My initial concept for the series was just this feel-good, comfy fic with Wanderer (who at the time was still called Scaramouche quite often, time flies…) Now that it’s officially ended, I’m allowing requests to be made with this series as its context! So if you want a more romantic spin on it, or certain moments/alternate timelines, feel free to drop it in my inbox and I’ll write them when I have time!

Following that, I’m also working on a fanbook version of ‘Adopt a Wanderer’! It’ll essentially be a compilation of the og series and this sequel, but more properly edited and featuring bonus content (plus some spot arts and a cover!)

If you’re interested in getting the PDF copy of the book, just check my pinned post for more info!

That should be all from me for now, and uh… to those that follow me for other characters, I swear I’ll get back to my normal posts soon. You can also drop requests for them if you’d like, according to my pinned post rules and etc. Hope you’ll all have a good day/night!

#genshin scaramouche x reader #genshin wanderer x reader #genshin impact balladeer #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x you #genshin reader insert #genshin impact writing #genshin x reader

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seraphsfire · 8 months

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Life situation & kitty update! Help me stay in Seattle instead of being forced to go to wyoming

Hello! I was able to make rent this month, but so far I cannot make rent for next month.

Ko-fi has been holding donations since paypal has been flagging them as "income" so that no longer works.

If you would like to help me out using paypal, the link is HERE. I will look into other venmo and cashapp. you can also reach out for a commission! If you donated via paypal and would like me to draw you a little something in thanks, please let me know!

I also put together an AMAZON WISH LIST , most is things for the kitties or food and some non-essentials / self care things for the hell of it that are things i haven't been able to buy myself for a while. Other than rent, kitty supplies and food are what I spend most $ on.

More on what I'm facing and what my kitties need:

about the kitties:

My sweet kitty Jade, needs a steroidal shot for her dermatitis. She should have gotten another one on the 25th, but I had no money to take her to the vet and she started ripping her fur out and made big, golf-ball sized spots completely bald on her armpit and chest :'( We put her on benadryl, moisturized her, and gave her a little jacket thing to help but I can tell she's really uncomfortable and really needs a vet visit to get that. it's $80 just to visit my vet and i'm sure the shot could be anywhere from 10-40 dollars, I really don't know. She's not in danger of pulling huge chunks of fur out thanks to the little jacket but she's really not happy and it makes me so sad.

About my situation (kind of long, sorry):

My Parents (mostly my mom; it's very hard to get responses from my dad) gave me rent money for September, but then made it clear that she will no longer help me financially under any circumstance if I want to "choose" to live in Seattle, then I'm essentially on my own. She doesn't want to give me money because she doesn't want ours to be a "transactional-based relationship" (after spending my entire childhood having them pressure me to move out on my own)

My dad is convinced that since Seattle is a city, it is very unsafe (and too full of Democrats) and that we would be safer living in their small town of Pavilion, Wyoming--which is literally just like, a few very spaced out neighborhoods. The nearest actual town is a 30 minute drive, and it's not very big either, and I don't drive. I would be snowed in *with them* for 4+ MONTHS every year, and every summer unable to leave the house for weeks because of the heat.

My dad has told my sister and I that if we choose to live right next to them, where they could have complete control over our lives, they would even buy us a house--but because we're not doing that, they refuse to support us in the life we've chosen for ourselves. They do not see the cruelty in this and think we are being nonsensical staying somewhere like Seattle which is "dangerous" and they do not like that it is full of non-republicans. I came out as queer in 2016, something which they have never spoken about since. I would likely be the only (out) queer person for MILES, and I don't feel like being the guinea pig for whether the anti-gay people there are the kind who ignore you or the kind who will hatecrime/kill you (:

Since I'd be at zero in my bank account in wyoming, they would have complete control over what I eat (not fun since I have a messed up digestion), clothes I buy, where I go, and how I behave just like they did when I was a child, or they'll start taking things away hoping that "tough love" will work. (it just made me mentally ill lol)

If I start a job in a week and a half I might be okay, but if I can't start until after that I won't have enough for October rent. I have one interview coming up but the future is still very up in the air.

#people in need #signal boost #haha im scared #thank u

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wampabampa · 1 month

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Redesigns Redesigns Redesigns !

And a rename!

🪲☀️🪲☀️🪲☀️🪲☀️🪲

More info below + solo + sketches below cut!

Because I had redesigned cheddar I was looking back at my other two favorite girls, Riley and Boon, and found myself cringing at their designs. They were…okay! But not good anymore! Riley still looked like a sona despite her now being her own character and boon…boon was something else

🐜🐜 Riley Red 🐜🐜

When redoing Riley I wanted her to look super sweet but is surprisingly rude despite her appearance (cliché diner server from the movies). So making her shorter and chubbier instead of mean and lean looking like previously got that part down, all that was left was the hair which was thankfully easy thanks to her design for @/evillillad metal au I realized she look good af with bangs! I also ,add it more everywhere because she only has time to fix her bangs before back to running food! (Also gave her a beaded bracelet that is the same colors as poppy’s neck feathers) (they are gfs cause I said so)

But otherwise Riley is still the same! Same mean lesbian that hates her green bean rival who makes absolutely rancid hot dog combinations across the street

Regarding her diner: still working on an overall design but 85% of the dishware was made by Wally Darling (and friends)! Riley commissioned him for it. The rest she bought from (unfortunately) Howdy!

If she has any merchandise it would likely be similar to those toy kitchen sets or a paint it yourself dish kit for kids

🌧️🌧️ Misty Gloom 🌧️🌧️

For Misty Gloom (Originally Boon Gloon) I wanted them to be something else entirely. I disliked their original designs because while it was fun at the time it got annoying pretty fast. They were originally made for nsfw but I never actually did it! So last night after smoking a bowl with my bestie I came up with the idea: Rain Monster. Rainbow monsters exist, so why can’t a rain monster? So I got to work on making them look as wet as possible- their horns based off sea lettuce and their hair made to look like jelly, I actually got happy with the idea! The bottom of their feet and the palms of their hands I wanted to make it look like and ombré similar to rainbow monsters (I would say they are distant cousins!) for the clothes Rain monsters usually wear loose fitting clothing so I made them wear a caftan dress that was popular in the 70s

Info regarding rain monsters: Rain Monsters are a lot taller than rainbow monsters. They have longer arms fingers and more unique horn shapes and colors (made to look like camouflage). Similar to rainbow monsters when it comes to flowers, rain monsters actually whisper to the clouds and help them collect rain. Think of it like caring for animals and farming! Once the clouds have collected enough water they guide them where to go as a way to keep everything balanced. Throughout the forest and towns they have rain water buckets which they collect after every storm. What they do with it is a mystery. Rain monsters, at least most, are a very reclusive group, often staying away from others that aren’t their own. Of course they will talk to you, but don’t expect them too be excitable like their cousins the rainbow monsters!

Misty would normally be slouched over but for height comparisons I made them stand up straight for this one!

Misty would probably not have any merchandise herself but her species overall the merch would be make your own horns kit or a rain collector bucket

🐭🐭 Cheddar close ups 🐭🐭

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nnnyxie · 6 months

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BAE I‘M ABT TO ABSOLUTELY GO OFFFFFFG

So Fan!Izu is also plaguing my mind… Fan!izu x Artist!reader?? Imagine??? It starts in maybe middleschool…Izu discovers Readers Art account full of All might and they connect over their shared love for him…this friendship thing continues for a few years but they loose contact when reader deletes their art blog seemingly out of nowhere…so then there‘s a time skip until he’s a pro and Reader has a rather successful gallery of exclusively hero paintings…feeling themselves drawn to Deku (crazyyy imagine that) and painting him all the time…an especially big painting of Deku alongside Allmight is being displayed by them right now..clearly visible through a huge window in the front of the building

So now the fun part

Izu is on Patrol, or even better in a heavy fight, he swings by while doing god knows what and spots the painting and suddenly the world stops, he recognized this style…everything comes clashing back on him, the late nights of talking and making up theories about all might and all the intimate conversations they shared…how they opened up to eachother and everything, while he is distracted the villain gets in a nasty hit

Reader being the hero fanatic they are has been following the fight hidden inside (has no idea that Izu is their ex online friend situating thing) conveniently possesses a healing quirk and quickly rushes outside..maybe recovery girls grand child or something (YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOINGGG???) but their quirk works a little ✨different✨so they have to kiss him specifically on the lips and as soon as their eyes meet they just pause and stare, both their eyes widening

But they have no time to process this- as there is still a villain going about their shenanigans so reader Just smashes their lips together and Izu goes to fight and win and bam reunion

I be writing whole fics in your Requests I don’t even know what to do with myself😭

I’m sorry🫶🏻

#𖢥 izuku anon

IZU ANONNNN I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU!!!!

this is such a beautiful idea!! i want to eat you!!! /pos

you were fairly small in the art community back in middle school— which resulted in little to no commissions.

but— there was this one boy who absolutely ADORED all of your all might fan art!! after you finished one drawing for him, he’d commission another.

you had to let him know that he’s allowed to basically buy in bulk— plus the bulk prices wouldn’t tear up his wallet!! though— he was always happy to pay you extra. he insisted, even.

with all of these interactions, it led to a friendship!! you would talk about all might’s recent battles, general interests, school, etc. of course, you never brought up quirks. you felt that there was no reason to! plus yours was…….. interesting, to say the least.

the friendship started at the beginning of middle school and lasted until the end of it.. before you just,,, disappeared.

and you went years without talking— years without the video chats and voice memos. years without the hero conspiracy theories. years without late night embarrassing stories. just— years without each other.

he didn’t know why you left and it hurt him. he mourned for years over the loss of your friendship. why didn’t you tell him you were leaving? why didn’t you try to contact him again? what happened? were you hurt? did you… die? he cried over this.

and he had fantasies of meeting you again one day. he made up scenarios of him saving you from danger— or of him just randomly running into you while he was patrolling during his work studies. or you just finding him. he’d fall asleep to these, hoping that they’d come true.

one lucky (sort of?) day, izuku was thrown through your gallery— glass shards flew everywhere.

for a moment, you paused. everything disappeared and it was as if only he existed. “izuku?” you whispered. his previously closed eyes shot open.

he looked at you— he looked— surprised? hurt? happy? confused? it was like he was going through the five stages of greif except— instead of greif it’s whatever the hell that’s going on between you two.

izuku rushed to get up but, he couldn’t— he could hardly sit up. he was bleeding an awful lot.

“don’t get up! you’re hurt!” you kneeled and pushed him to lay down. “where have you— what?” he held his injury, there was a large piece of steel in his side. “i said don’t get up! you have a damn piece of steel in your side izu!” you panicked— should you take it out and heal him? but that would— oh god that would be embarrassing. but, it’d save him… maybe you should just suck it up and do it?

“bite on this.” you reached for the silk painting next to you and shoved it in his mouth. his eyes widened, realizing what you were about to do. you pulled the steel out of him and watched the blood nearly gush out—

you leaned close to him, were you really going to do this? i mean— it’s part of your quirk so, it shouldn’t be weird, right? and, even so, it’s just a kiss. a kiss on the lips. a kiss that would definitely make an already weird situation,,, weirder… but, it’s to help— so you just suck it up.

“i’m sorry,” you took the silk from his mouth and kissed him— the kiss was longer than what your quirk called for… but, extra measures??? yeah……..

his injury healed quick, thankfully. there was still fighting outside. the villain’s yells caught izuku’s attention. realizing that he was, in fact, still taking down a bad guy with his partners. “i’m going to be back. don’t disappear again. please?” you nodded.

and just like he said— he was back. it was past dark now, your window was able to be restored by a sidekick with a reversal quirk. he was happy to see that. “hi,” was all izuku said when he walked through the door. he looked both anxious and excited. “hi,” you breathed out, this was kind of scary.

he looked around your gallery while making his way towards you. there were various portraits of himself. ranging from traditional, digital, abstract, realism, mosaic, and silk. he was both flattered and impressed.

he reached you and stared. taking in the fact that you were actually here.

“why did you leave?” izuku asked after a long silence.

“well it’s not like i wanted to… art was just something my parents didn’t want me to do… and they took it all away, i guess.” he frowned a bit, how could a parent not support their child’s ambitions? it appalled him that they didn’t.

“did you try finding me again?” he asked. he remembers the countless hours he spent searching for you. “i did and— i was able to find you.” “then why didn’t you reach out?” his face, his expression— it was gut wrenching. “i thought you would’ve hated me so i just… didn’t.” he looked bewildered. as if you just said something so heinous and unforgiving. “i wouldn’t— i wouldn’t have hated you,” izuku’s eyes were watery. “i’m sorry, izu.” he shook his head no, “i understand, okay? you don’t need to apologize.” he sniffled.

the tension was nearly suffocating— you didn’t know how to respond. i mean— what do you say to that?

izuku noticed the obvious anxiety you had.

“so uhm… deku is a cool hero, from what i’ve heard,” he joked. then you remembered the multiple pieces you had of him— you wanted to die.

“oh god,” you groaned in embarrassment and covered your face. izuku smiled and uncovered your face, “your art is really amazing.” was he trying to kill you? like— his smile?? he’s so pretty??? how can a guy be so pretty?? genuinely, he’s so much prettier in real life than in pictures— it’s ridiculous.

“uhm how about we catch up? maybe over uhm dinner tomorrow?” izuku asked, his face was flushed red— again, he’s ridiculously pretty. “i’d love that.”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎#♡︎ — izuku anon

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whatevergreen · 3 months

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“You Can Have Fun Too” poster, created by Mick Hicks for SFAF, 1984

"In 1984, Rick Crane, director of the (San Francisco AIDS Foundation) at the time, hired famed local photographer Mick Hicks to photograph two men for a safe-sex poster to be put in the city’s gay bars, baths, and other locations. Hicks worked for virtually all the LGBTQ newspapers in the Bay Area and had spent a year and a half photographing people with AIDS, chronicling their struggle with the disease. He quickly accepted the commission.

At the same time, a young Black man named Robert Gray, a native San Franciscan raised in the Bayview Hunter’s Point area of the city, and a proud sixth-generation descendant of the Georgetown 272 (a group of 272 African slaves who were sold, in 1838 by the Jesuit priests who ran George University to keep the school afloat), was rather well known in the Castro and Tenderloin areas. “I had started meeting and dating guys in my junior year in high school,” he told me. “I went to high school four or five blocks from the Castro. I would find my way up through the bar scene during that time, sneaking into gay bars and discos.” Of course, he realized that AIDS was rampant through the city.

One day, as 24-year-old Robert wandered down Castro Street, a man approached him and asked if he would pose for a photo for a safe-sex poster for San Francisco AIDS Foundation. “The gentleman advised me that a young photographer named Mick Hicks was looking for two subjects, one Black male and one white male, for the poster. Having seen so many of my personal friends succumb to this deadly virus, I felt it was something I needed to do to help stop the spread of this horrific disease. I asked myself, ‘Why not?’ With AIDS affecting so many of my gay brothers and sisters, I felt it was my responsibility to do something to contribute to AIDS awareness and prevention. I needed to take action, whatever I could do to be a voice of action and help my community.” He agreed on the spot to do the poster.

“You Can Have Fun (and be safe too)” read the final poster. The image that Hicks created featured Robert, shot from the back, embracing a white model (Hicks’ partner Nick Cuccia), his white arm and bubble-butt standing out prominently against Robert’s skin. Even the Chronicle columnist Herb Caen took notice of the photo. The sex-positive message of the poster advocated “mutual masturbation,” “erotic massage,” “imagination and fantasies,” and “limiting social drugs.” The poster portrayed and promoted gay sex as normal, expected behavior, and emphasized the pleasure that could be had while still protecting oneself against transmission of the virus. The poster caused a huge sensation and started appearing in gay bars, discos, and bathhouses from San Francisco to New York. Mr. Gray told me, “As the young kids would say today, ‘it went viral,’ no pun intended!”

(Castro, San Francisco postcard, 1984)

Regrettably, the poster also launched a two-pronged backlash, one prong based in religious prudery, the other in racism.

By asserting that gay sex could be both fun and safe, the poster was the first to portray gay sex as normal, healthy, and fun. Even before AIDS, gay sex had been viewed as aberrant, “unnatural.” As an offshoot of that prejudice, AIDS was thought by many as a visitation of the wrath of God on immoral men who were violating God’s law. How many times did we hear in the early 1980s, “At least AIDS is killing all the right people”? The poster’s sex-positive message was condemned as an affront to decency and family values.

Even more lamentably, the poster inadvertently shone a light on the racial animus within San Francisco’s gay community. As Rick Crane told the Bay Area Reporter in 2014, “Gays as a group were considered second-class citizens and, ironically, gays themselves were treating gay blacks the same way — as second-class citizens.” Although racial tensions had eased somewhat from the flashpoints of the ‘60s and ‘70s, there was still a clear racial divide in the bars in the Castro. The Pendulum was the Castro’s only gay bar where black men and white men went comfortably to meet; the other Castro bars catered primarily to whites. The Trap, located in the Tenderloin district, also catered to interracial couples. Thus, some of the bars and other establishments refused to display the poster, deeming it “unacceptable.” Regarding the response to the poster, Gray said, “I would go into bars, and I would hear the chatter amongst people about the poster. I heard some really positive things, but also some really negative, racially motivated things.

(Below: "Thyrell And Chris Outside The Pendulum Bar SF", 1986 by Jim James aka Photojimsf)

“At the time that I did the poster,” he continued, “I had no idea that it would be so controversial. Honestly, had I known this upfront, I might not have done it. But looking back on it now, I would do it again because it was the right thing to do.” But still, he laments, “Who would have thought that a photo would open my eyes to the racism within the gay community? We are so much more alike as a people than different. One would think we could get along better and come together for a cause greater than us individually. Being a proud Black gay man, I must fight harder than most for myself and for those who come after me.”

These days, Robert Gray is still that proud Black gay man who changed the face of safe-sex advocacy. Sixty-two years old now, nearly forty years since he posed for the SFAF poster, he is semi-retired and lives in Vallejo, California. He is now a widower, having lost his partner of 42 years (his husband since 2013). He remains quite proud of the poster to this day, even if that pride is somewhat tempered by what he considers a lack of recognition for his work. “I thought over time I would see the poster in the gay pride parades or that I would be given some special honor from major players in the movement, like GLAAD. There is still a lot of racism in the gay community.”

Adapted from a February 18, 2022 article by Hank Trout:

https://www.sfaf.org/collections/status/why-did-a-safe-sex-poster-spark-controversy-in-1984/

#lgbtq #lgbt+#race #blm #san francisco #aids #hiv

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jaquik · 7 months

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Hi, I'm writing some Ranma 1/2 fanfiction

I suppose I might as well put this here too.

Hello, my name is Jaqui. I'm a transwoman and I'm a fan of Ranma 1/2 (I suppose that's redundant). I first read fanfiction for Ranma in the early 2000s while I was still firmly an egg. Then, in May 2020, a couple of years after I came out, I got back into it thanks to AO3. I devoured as many fics as I could and started to meet people on twitter and discord that were also into Ranma. Eventually, in early 2021, I finally decided to take a shot at writing my own fics. Now I find myself currently at 10 stories and counting. If you are interested, you can find my fics on AO3.

I also have commissioned several pieces of artwork for my fics, done by the fantastic writer and artist Fern Bedek, some of which are included below. You can find more of her work and commission her for you own stuff at https://beedokart.tumblr.com/

Finding Oneself (https://archiveofourown.org/works/29627430)

Akane is feeling down after the failed wedding, so Ranma (who is currently figuring things out about herself) offers to take her on a girls day out.

My very first fic, a post-canon story inspired by the common yuri staple of the two girls spending the day together on a definitely not date. While trying to figure out how to set up Ranma making the suggestion in the first place, I ended up breaking her egg wide open in the first chapter. Not much of a slow burn there. I still think I did well with the story and am glad my first attempt at writing my own thing was positively received.

Mothers and Daughters (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3412471)

What if Nodoka had some additional information before her first visit to the Tendo household? And what other secrets may she be hiding?

My first attempt at an AU. Basically, I wanted to try my own alternate take at Nodoka's first meeting where she realizes who Ranma is right away and is also completely accepting of her child. While working out the details for why she knew, I came up with a twist that seemed to throw everyone by surprise and let me take some interesting directions with Nodoka's past.

Genderfluid Mechanics (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3285123)

Taking things from the top with an extra twist: What if the youngest Tendo had a little something extra in common with Ranma.

Another AU, this time with Ranma and Akane's first meeting. I decided to explore what it would be like if both of them were actually genderfluid. Also my first time writing a story purely from one person's point of view.

A Butterfly's Wing (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38048443)

Ranma is given a chance to change one event from his past, and now is left wondering what the change actually was. As well as what surprise is in store for her next.

This time, I went a little further with the AU concept by having the character know they are in an alternate universe. This is my own stab at the 'character makes a wish and now things are different' subgenre. This has given me a chance to explore a bit of mystery writing, seeing what hints to give to guide readers as to what actually happened in this alternate universe.

An Honorable Lie (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42611670)

Shortly after her first meeting at the Tendo house, Nodoka has a realization about the girl named Ranko. Now she is ready to reunite with her child …as soon as she can figure out how to honorably deal with the contract hanging over both their heads.

Artwork done by the amazing Mariana Nicoleli

Another retake on Nodoka's first meeting. This time, she realizes who Ranko is a little later after already revealing the whole contract thing. While she's accepting of her trans daughter (as far as she knows), she feels she cannot reveal it out of fear that she would have to enforce that contract. This one is from Nodoka's POV and it's been fun trying to gauge her thought processes.

Musabetsu Kakutō Ryū Tenka'ichi Budōkai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43678938)

Roshi ends up with a new student along with Goku and Kuririn. How will this strange gender switching martial artist affect things at the upcoming tournament?

First stab at a crossover, this one with Dragonball. A difficult thing with mixing these franchises is how to deal with power gaps. My solution was to go back to the beginning, as in the 21st tournament. At this point Goku, while very strong, was still quite beatable by regular humans. This also gave me the chance to play around some more with gender (Anyone order an agender Goku? Cause you're getting one).

Secrets and Truths (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43993947)

Akane has a secret meeting with a certain rival. Where they can openly discuss things that they cannot divulge to anyone else.

A chance to play around with Kodachi a bit, along with having her interact with Akane. I couldn't help but notice they shared a blind spot around not noticing someone's curse, albeit a different person each, so I decided to make a little twist on it.

Cute As A Pig (https://archiveofourown.org/works/45134467)

Akane makes a comment that Ranma does not take well. Will a certain sumo pig raising farm girl be able to clear everything up?

Inspired by this lovely art piece (https://www.tumblr.com/ylvasart/708079407910223872), I decided to explore what would happen if Akane and Akari were girlfriends before Ranma showed up, and what would happen to Ranma because of this. Being me, it naturally ended up very trans and lesbian.

The Wild Wind And The Scarlet Sea (https://archiveofourown.org/works/48352432)

What exactly did happen in the pasts of Haruka and Michiru? And how are those pasts connected to a certain pigtailed martial artist and their tomboy fiancée? A lot more than you might think it turns out.

Another crossover and my first attempt at a fuku fic. For this one, I set about making Ranma as Sailor Uranus, something I haven't really seen done before, which is very odd to me. Uranus is described as being both a man and a woman and Ranma and Uranus both utilize wind based attacks. So, this is my stab at writing it.

Dear Diary (https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489872)

A secret, hidden away diary, containing a single entry, written by a girl who no longer exists.

Based on the probably most well-known anime episode Am I Pretty, this was a chance for me to play around with formatting by trying to match the style of a teenage girl writing things down in a physical diary to a digital page.

So, if any of these stories have managed to pique your interest, please check them out and I hope you enjoy them.

#ranma 1/2 #ranma fanfiction #ranma x akane #trans fanfic #fanfiction

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goldenseresinretriever · 1 month

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Saving the Bees with Honey and Bear!

If you’ve read my fic, You Catch More Bees With Honey, you know that in Chapter 17, Bradley adopts a bee for Zam as a Christmas gift and names it after her! This is based on an actual project that you can be involved with to help save the bees!

Project Honey Bees works in partnership with Cornell University to raise money to save the bees by selling bee themed jewelry, like the necklace that Bradley gets Zam in the fic, and with each purchase, you can adopt a queen bee! I’ve been interested in adopting a bee through them for a while now and that’s what inspired their inclusion in the fic. I actually did end up adopting a queen myself, and of course had to name her after our leading lady, Zam!

If you want to get involved with saving the bees and also have a little connection to the fic, you can head on over to Project Honey Bee to get involved adopt your own queen bee! They also provided me with a referral code through their affiliate program if you want to use it to get 15% off your order: RUTH46813

I got my order the other day and I love the necklace so much!! It’s so pretty and good quality!

I think this is such a fun way to do something for the environment and I’m so excited that I got to include it in the fic! I do get a commission if y’all use my code when you purchase but honestly it’s not about the money, and never has been (I write and post my fics for free, y’all know it’s not about the money) I just think this is a cool and fun way to help save the bees and it’s a fun tie-in to the fic!

#you catch more bees with honey // sdd #ycmbwh // sdd #san diego dogfighters au #san diego dogfighters #san diego dogfighters hockey au #project honey bees #save the bees

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pjisskullourful · 3 months

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano × reader

part 26 [parts 1-25]

NSFW 🔥 filthy playtime for nasty kittens only

° Damiano David/female reader insert

° “Did you know that I love you?” He leaned in, whispering into your ear. “And that’s why I’m going to blindfold you and push you around and play with you until your brain absolutely melts.” - theres a new toy damiano has been dying to share with you

wordcount::: 9,851

° powered along by a request for extra praise from sweetheart @vittoriaisfuckingpathetic 💋 [requests are open!] [commissions are priority, secure the 2nd spot in my cue here!]

“Kitten, the house looks so good. I think this is cleaner than some of the hotels I’ve been staying in, for real.” Damiano said, coming back into the living room. “Honestly, I’m impressed.”

You looked up from the screen of your mobile phone. “What, were you expecting to come home to find muddy pig tracks through the whole apartment or something?”

“No, no, no. I would definitely have a lot of questions if that were the case. No, I know that you’re not a slob who was gonna wreck the place up.” He clarified. “I’m just really noticing it, in every room that I’m in. And I appreciate it, all this work must have taken a lot of time.”

“It wasn’t so bad. You were gone for such a long time that I could stretch it out and do it in little bursts.” You said.

He didn’t return to sitting on the sofa with you, placing his hands into the pockets of his baggy pants as he remained standing. “Surely you could find something more fun to do while I’m gone.”

You shrugged. “I guess. But I know how a clear house helps you keep a clear head and that’s what I wanted for you when you got home. It’s also a little selfish on my part because I’m working to get rid of any distractions. It’s all a play to hoard more of your time for myself.”

Maybe there would be a time when him leaving for tour didn’t feel so significant. It must be coming, the moment when this became normal, not something to adjust to.

But that time was not right now. This leg of the Rush world tour had seen you at a loss of how to be without him, as if you had forgotten how to do it, as if it were a brand new challenge. Some of the days had dragged by at snail speed with you feeling truly lonely.

Cleaning the apartment had been a way to fill the slow hours. At the same time, doing a task that you knew would earn you praise like ‘good girl’ had helped you feel closer to him - in some strange way.

It had been good to have something tactile to do when your jealousy over his globe-trotting days had begun to get to you. He had always kept you up to date, wanting to share his excitement with you. You never wanted to meet his enthusiasm with bitterness, even if there were times when it made you homesick for a life you hadn’t truly experienced. You couldn’t show him this jealousy, you couldn’t do anything with it. It was an unpleasant taste that you had to swallow down, hoping to wait it out.

It was better when you were together, that way all of his fun included you.

“And it’s not just how clean everything is that’s got me so impressed, babygirl.” He said and you noticed something different in the way he was looking at you - or was it just a trick of the lighting? “That package for me got delivered over a week ago and you just put it on my bedside table and left it alone. The packaging is still perfect, you clearly didn’t try to get into it once. You’re so well-behaved, even when I’m not here and I appreciate that so much.”

“It’s no big deal. It was addressed to you so it’s not mine to open.” You said.

“But didn’t you really wanna know what’s in there, under all of that packaging?” He asked.

“Sure. But I wasn’t gonna invade your privacy like that.” You said.

“Well, it seems like curiosity isn’t gonna kill this kitty, huh?” He said. “Maybe we should open it together ‘cause it was addressed to me but it’s really for both of us.”

He offered a hand out to you and you put your hand in his without hesitation. You left your phone on the couch, keen to discover what this secret package was. You had succeeded in fighting back the urge to rip it open, but that didn’t mean you weren’t deeply intrigued, drawn back into looking at it and wondering semi-regularly.

The long rectangular box was entirely concealed by the opaque mailing satchel. And the satchel itself hadn’t provided the answers that you needed. It showed you the sender’s address, but clarity hadn’t come with this. LTWS wasn’t a familiar brand name to you and typing it into Google had been no help, a few pages of results, contradicting one another with no obvious official website. It was easier to give it up, making the decision to spare yourself more frustrations. Patience wasn’t your strong suit, but you had willed yourself to tap into some, knowing it would please him - a delayed reward.

You stood up, smiling as you reached his eye level. But he remained still, not leading you to the bedroom where the box was located, as you had expected.

“Actually, how about you be a good kitty for me and take your clothes off right now?” He said.

Some sort of sex toy, I should have known, you thought as your first sense of reaction was to do exactly as you were told. “Underwear too?” You asked as you pushed the pants down from your thighs.

“Uh-huh, you’re not gonna need them and I don’t need them slowing me down.” He said and so you unhooked the clasps of your bra. “Do you have any idea how sexy your obedience is? God, I’ve missed it.”

You smiled, maintaining eye contact as you took your underwear down, able to step out of it. “Well I’ll have to keep it up so that you can get your fill.”

Of course you wanted him to be equally as naked. But in the absence of that, you still had plenty to enjoy, you could just focus on the way that he was looking at you. His eyes were making thorough work of getting reacquainted with your nude form. You were pleased rather than feeling the need to cover any part of your body. His gaze was a nice reminder of how much he wanted to admire you, during your time apart he hadn’t developed any radical differences in his tastes that would keep him from enjoying your body. It gave you the feeling that you could settle because everything was right (blissful, in fact) in your world.

Holding his hand, you went in the direction of the bedroom. You noticed the package missing from his nightstand. But before you could start to locate the mystery item, he was distracting you with kisses. His hands were on either side of your face, drawing you in and you didn’t resist.

You didn’t try to guess at what he had planned. You gave him your trust by sinking fully into this moment, positively savouring all of this closeness.

“I kinda don’t want to just show you the thing that I bought…” He quietly told you, his forehead resting against yours as his thumb stroked your cheeks. “It’s more than something you simply look at, so I think it would be better if you experienced it. That’s a better introduction than you looking at it, don’t you think?”

You hesitated, but this extra thinking time didn’t yield the result of the perfect thing to say. “Um, I would love to agree with you. But, Daddy- I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.”

“Right.” He said with a smile. “It’s all so clear in my head ‘cause I know exactly what’s going on, but you don’t… okay, new approach: how do you feel about being blindfolded, or is that not what you’re in the mood for today?”

You gently took one of his hands off of your face so that you could apply a kiss to the palm. “I’m in the mood for whatever you’re in the mood to do…”

His smile grew and you felt that rush of happiness over finding the right thing to say, the two of you confirmed to be on the same page.

“Did you know that I love you?” He asked and it would have been easy to get bashful. He leaned in, whispering into your ear. “And that’s why I’m going to blindfold you and push you around and play with you until your brain absolutely melts.” Now you were feeling bashful, a blush filling your cheeks. “Are you ready for that?”

You licked your lips. “Yes Master, I am.”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving his spot directly in front of you. “I’m glad that you said yes to this, because maybe I had already started to put things aside.”

“You’re a man with a plan, huh?” You asked.

He had crouched down, reaching for items that you hadn’t seen him placing under the bed. “Well once I started thinking, ideas just naturally grouped themselves together in my head.” He had more than the sash-style blindfold in his hands now.

“The kitty mask goes over the blindfold.” He told you, seeing your uncertainty.

“Is that, like, a safeguard to keep me from taking it off? 'Cause that's not necessary, Daddy. If you tell me to keep the blindfold on, then I will. I'm not secretly waiting for an opportunity to brat.” You said.

“No. I just really like how you look in this and it's been a while since I've seen you in it. And maybe you'll find out why it's appropriate attire…” He said. He held the blindfold in both hands. “May I?”

You made a face, feigning indecisiveness. “I don't even get to see you naked first? It's been so long.”

“Okay, settle down, you know you're not gonna be left waiting for nudity from me.” He said. That wasn't anything you could argue against - it was a running joke amongst your friends that they couldn't show up to your apartment unannounced, they had to give you a heads-up so you could make sure Damiano wasn't having his regular bout of time walking around naked.

He stepped closer and started placing the sash over your eyes. “You just show me how patient you can be. And I promise you will be seeing my naked body soon enough, we've got a lot of catching up to do.”

The soft material covered your vision and you shut your eyes. “Yes, we do.” He wrapped it around then tied the ends at the back of your head. In the darkness, you waited, trying to picture what he was up to.

The next thing you felt was the sash being pushed more firmly against your skin as he fixed the leather mask onto your face. It rested over the bridge of your nose, covering your forehead, with the triangular ears protruding from the top. He got the straps into place and tied them in a knot, also at the back of your head.

“It looks good, kitty. But does it feel good, not too tight?” He asked, his fingers playing with your hair.

“No, it feels fine.” You said.

“Come with me.” He said, taking your hand while putting his other to the nape of your neck, gently guiding you.

You took smaller steps than usual, ready to stop in the exact second that your toes touched something. But that moment didn't come. He got you over to the bed, instructing you to put one of your knees forward, onto the mattress. Once both your knees were on the mattress he got you to move a little further forward, then it was time for you to lie down, your bare chest meeting the sheets.

You listened carefully to the sounds of him moving around the bedroom. You wondered about what he was doing, your mind working to fill in these blanks as the minutes seemed to stretch out. You reflected on the clues he had given you, why was he so fixated on seeing you in the cat mask?

You felt the mattress dip under his weight as he sat, or kneeled, on your left side. Then you felt something soft, and seemingly light, brushing against your shoulder. You assumed that this was whatever had come in the package because you couldn't immediately link what you were feeling to something you had experienced before. It was a small touch but it grabbed all of your attention anyway. There wasn't any pressure, just the beginnings of the sensation of being tickled.

Goosebumps raised on your skin as he started to drag the mysterious object down, the fuzzy tip moving towards the centre of your back. He moved it to your spine, gradually stroking it up-and-down, causing you to squirm a little.

“Am I supposed to be guessing what it is?” You asked, turning your head only to find more darkness.

“No, we're not playing that game. You're just supposed to be enjoying it.” He said.

“I am.” You said as he started to move the mystery item in swirls.

Your imagination and memory worked together, trying to piece together an image to match what you were feeling. Was it a pom-pom, attached to what? Had he bought a feather tickler?

You couldn't help squirming as he focused it on the small of your back. The fuzzy object moved in slow, light swipes that had your toes flicking, giggles bubbling up in your throat. You wondered how this view was appealing to him.

He started to trace it down one of your thighs, aiming for the inner portion and your muscle tensed in anticipation.

Then you were feeling more of the fuzziness, more than just a tip. This thin object reached down almost the length of your thigh, adding extra dimensions to what you were trying to imagine.

You were starting to envision a strip of plush fabric, maybe the tie of a cosy dressing gown. It felt light enough to be this, but what did this have to do with your cat mask? Why couldn’t you just look at a new robe? He transferred it to your other thigh and you realised you were no closer to a definitive answer, so you gave it up to just enjoy the feeling.

Suddenly there was a jolt through your body and before you could register what had happened, you were kicking both of your feet up. Your muscles clenched and your toes were twitching - he had passed the fuzzy item over the sole of your foot. Your stomach was gripped and you were laughing before you could help yourself.

“Oh, are you ticklish there, pet?” He asked as you were tentatively lowering your feet.

You got your laughter under control, still smiling as you responded. “Yes, everybody is ticklish on the bottom of their feet. I'm sure you would flinch if I did the same to you.”

“Hm, possibly. Too bad we'll never find out.” He said before springing the object onto your foot again.

“Ung…” You flailed your legs as you began laughing again. There was tension in your muscles as you waited for him to tickle you further. You grabbed for the sheets as you laughed loudly.

Your chest was tight and you had barely lowered your legs back down before he brushed it on your foot. Your laughter got louder and you rolled onto your side a little. Your whole diaphragm was vibrating with laughter and you set it free, letting your sounds fill the room.

“Sttt-sto-ah-ah…” Your word was mangled by the laughter, which was more than you could control as he kept the object with your foot, no matter how much you moved it. “You've got-gotta stttt-op!”

“How can you expect me to want to stop when you're making the cutest noises?” He teased, continuing to tickle you.

“Puh-please.” You said through the enduring laughter. “Ah, ha ha.” You rolled further away from him. You placed a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the laughs as you attempted to get yourself under control again.

You felt the toy move away from you altogether, and the next thing to touch you was his hand. He grabbed for your hip, pushing you towards him again. “Okay, okay, please don't roll yourself right off the bed. We don't need you getting a bloody nose when you hit the ground or anything like that.”

“Oh, shit.” You said, going with his guidance to move back to your spot. “Will you stop?”

“Yes, kitten. I promise you.”

You had managed to kill off your laughter, taking in regular breaths again. “So that’s what you had delivered, some kind of tickling wand?”

“A tickling wand?” He repeated, sounding so uncertain it was as if he was pronouncing these words for the first time. “No, that’s not even close to what it is. You’re lucky I didn’t make this a guessing game because you just lost.

“It’s not designed to tickle, that’s just an added bonus because I like playing with you so much. Here, I’ll show you what it can do besides just tickling you.” He said.

You thought you heard the closeby click of a button being pushed, which offered limited clarity to your confused state. This was followed by the fuzzy material being brushed against your back again. Beginning at your shoulder, he laid it down in a diagonal line, reaching to one of your hips.

Once the object was resting against your body, you were able to identify a new sensation. The strip of plush fabric was buzzing, vibrating on a low intensity. This served to confuse you further, even through the pleasant feeling it gave you.

Before you could begin using this information for a new mental image, you were distracted by the sound of a draw on the nightstand rolling open. It quickly shut again. Then you heard what could have been a tube of lubricant being uncapped.

“How’s your ass?” He asked, sounding somewhat nonchalant.

But you were bewildered. “How is my-...? What kind of question is that?”

“What?”

“No, I’m the one saying what right now, Damiano.” You said.

“It’s a genuine question, I’m asking it with genuine concern because I need to know if anal should be off the table right now for any reason.”

“Oh.”

“So, how is your ass?”

“Um, would it be weird if I said it’s open for business?”

He chuckled. “If that’s the answer you want to give.”

“It’s all I can think of.” You said, blushing against the pillowcase. “I wanted to be witty or funny.”

“Well, you made me laugh.” He said and you noticed the teasing in his tone. “You just let me know if you change your mind on anal.”

“Mm-hmm.” You didn’t add anything extra this time around, not wasting time on finding the perfect thing to say.

The lube clearly held some sort of significance, but you didn’t know how to add it to the puzzle already in your head. The fluffy object continued its mild vibrating on your back, almost entirely overshadowed by the feeling of his slippery fingers between your buttcheeks. You drew in one deep breath after another as he started massaging the lube onto your hole. Slowly, tenderly, he progressed to applying it inside as well. You could feel the heat of your blushing still in your cheeks.

“Feels so good.” You wanted to reassure him of your willingness, but you couldn’t get your voice above a whisper.

“That’s great, babygirl.” He said, no longer making fun of you.

He tested at how relaxed you were by gradually sinking one of his fingers into your ass. He didn’t push in any deeper than the first knuckle, giving you the chance to adjust.

Momentarily you forgot about the blindfold as you lifted your head, turning it in his direction, only to be faced with the enduring darkness. “Maybe I should ask you the question now.”

“Hm?”

“How is my ass, Daddy?” You asked.

“Right, the question.” He said with a brief chuckle. “Your ass is adorable, sexy, perfect, addictive to play with, the best pillow anyone could hope for. And, I would say, adequately lubricated, what do you think?”

“Yeah, it feels like it.” You responded, lying your head down again.

“Good.” He said and you felt his hand leaving your butt.

You heard another subtle click as he took the furry item off of your back. Nothing seemed to happen after this and you waited. You still didn't know what his new purchase was - a tickling wand had been your best guess. Now you were stumped as to how the mystery item related to your hole needing to be lubed.

Was the lube now being applied to his cock? Or was this another incorrect guess from you? You worked at keeping impatience at bay, making yourself focus on getting comfortable.

“Are you ready, kitty?” He asked, resting what felt like a dry hand on your lower back.

“Uh–huh.” You replied, even though you still didn’t know what you were agreeing to. You maintained your trust in him, certain he would make it something that you would like.

You felt the mattress shifting and you anticipated to begin feeling his body on yours. But this didn’t come. Instead the next thing you felt was a fleeting brush from the furry material.

Then he was sliding something firm in between your buttcheeks. You felt the item’s tapered end easing towards your asshole and you took a deep breath. For the moment you had quit trying to fill in the blanks.

“Just stay relaxed for me, okay kitty?” He asked, his tone wonderfully warm and reassuring.

“Uh-huh.”

He worked slowly at fitting the lubricant plug into your asshole. You tried your best to remain still, but you didn’t think relaxed was a fitting descriptor for how you were feeling. You licked your lips, your chest tightening with excitement. Heat was rushing into your crotch with this area being lit up with tingles.

“You’re almost there. I know you can do it, babygirl.” He said. “Just a little… there you go, is that okay?”

“Yep, I’m happy with it.” You said, feeling another brush from the furry material, this time it was on the back of one of your legs. But you still weren’t interested in giving it much attention.

“Do you truly not know what’s going on? Or are you just playing along to let me live out my little fantasy of surprising you?” He asked.

“Truly, I don’t know what came in that package, or what it has to do with a plug, or what the plug has to do with what I genuinely thought was some sort of tickler. I know very little right now.” You said before silencing yourself, holding back from requesting the details you were hungry for.

“Well I guess now is a good time to stop with the blindfold.” He said and you lifted your head from the pillow. “I’ll let you see what’s going on for yourself.”

“Really?” You asked as you started to sit up, putting a little more caution into the action than you normally would.

“Yes, come here.”

You braced yourself by placing your knees on the bed, making a mental note of how you were still feeling the non-tickler brushing against different parts of your legs. But its importance continued to evade you.

He reached around your head, loosening the ties. You got your vision back, instantly regaining your bearings too.

You started to look over your shoulder, eager to get the full picture. You saw the fluffy cause of your tickling - a long and plush snake-esque object, lying limply behind your butt. It looked as soft as it felt. It was mostly made of black fur, with some pink stripes, almost like highlights in hair. But what made it vibrate, and why? And what required it to be associated with the plug filling your ass?

He wasn’t saying anything so you twisted your neck a little further, looking down to your butt. There was no separation between your ass and the furry thing, now you saw that. It wasn’t a snake.

You opened your mouth to share your realisation. But any words were replaced by a gasp for air when the toy in your body started to vibrate. It radiated out, affecting more than just your ass. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, finding his phone in his hand, you assumed this was the controller of the new sensation.

“You see, not a tickling wand.” He said. “I don’t know if that kind of thing exists.”

“You got me a tail?” You asked, you tentatively reached for its end, unsure of how it should be handled.

“I sure did.” He said. “But this isn’t just any tail.”

“It’s a tail and a plug.”

“Right and it’s one of a kind, completely custom and made just for you, and your ass.” He said.

“What, really? I can’t believe you would do that for me, Daddy.” You said, your heart swelling.

“Why can’t you believe it? You deserve the best, and you should know that I will always get the best for you.”

You put your hands to either side of his face so that you could draw him in for a kiss. “Thank you, I love it.” You kissed him again, but pulled back far less to speak. “And I love being your kitty.”

He initiated the next kiss, brushing some strands of your hair away from your forehead. His other hand drifted slowly down your back, a light touch that could prompt delighted shivers.

“I'm so glad to finally see you wearing it. So many times when I was away it would pop into my mind and I would get this close to telling you to open the package and put it in because I really didn't know if I could wait. But being here to see it in person the first time, it's for sure the best way it could have happened.” He said.

“Custom?” You repeated, wanting to spend some more time on that concept.

“Yeah. I searched the entire internet and everything that I was finding was almost perfect. Like, the tail would be super pretty but the plug was metal. Or the plug would be perfect but it was attached to a bunny tail.” He said. “I got you a thirty inch tail and I got it in your favourite colours, instead of just getting one colour, how boring. I needed the plug to vibrate, which can be controlled on my phone…” He showed you the screen of his phone, it was a simple looking outlay. “And I knew you would like it better if it was silicone. I would rather you not have a tail at all, than have one that isn't absolutely perfect.”

“That's so sweet and thoughtful.” You said. “I literally don't think I could even imagine a better tail.”

He extended his phone to you. “Do you want to play with the vibrations?”

“Thank you, Master.” You said with a smile.

You pressed the plus symbol a few times, your gut tightening. You exhaled shakily and he began kissing your cheek, his lips lingering on your skin. You tapped a different button, one marked with a simple swirl. This brought up a handful of smaller buttons, which were numbered one to five. You looked to him for an explanation of what they did, but he just smiled at you and started to give your neck some kisses.

You tapped one and felt the vibrations change, they got more subtle, then gradually built up in intensity. You squirmed as it cycled through from low to high, your cunt feeling hot and tight. Number two worked in quicker bursts of stronger intensity, less build up and cool down. He sucked on your neck a little as you pressed three, experiencing a different pattern of the pulsations.

He had the bottom of the tail in hand, lifting the tip up to your face and playing it against the end of your nose. You giggled, screwing your nose up but not moving away. You tried out the other two modes of pre-set patterns, enjoying the surprises each of them held. He used the tip of the tail to draw a line along your jaw, then caressed it up-and-down on your neck, getting you feeling true shivers now.

You returned to the main screen, keeping the vibrations consistent. Your eyes started to flutter shut but before they could entirely close, they saw something of interest. His dick was standing stiff under the material of his pants.

“You're really enjoying how I look in it, huh?” You asked, placing your hand on his knee.

“Fuck yeah, I am. My sexy little kitty.”

You returned his phone to him, taking something out of his other hand. You held the cat mask up to your face again, reaching around your head. “Meow…”

He helped you in the task of tying it into a knot, then he was covering your mouth in eager kisses. All of your giddy desires were coiling in your gut.

“Do you wanna show it off for me?” He asked, stealing more kisses before you had the chance to answer.

“Uh-huh.” You said. You were going to get up, but you couldn't help kissing him another time first.

The tail dragged along the ground as you walked to the available space at the foot of the bed. The plush fur was so soft when it brushed against the backs of your thighs. You couldn’t help looking back over your shoulder at it, admiring the bushiness of this tail. You had done some online window-shopping and none of the sleek tails had appealed to you, even though their price tags were more realistic. But this tail was luxurious and it didn’t leave you wanting more.

You turned your back to him, assuming this was the view he wanted. Before you could get your feet firmly planted in position, your attention was brought back to the plug and your knees shook in response to the vibrations unexpected increase. Your breath hitched for a moment.

Then you concentrated yourself again. You arched your back and tensed your leg muscles. Slowly you moved your ass from one side to the other, with the tail moving according to this momentum. You could feel the heat rising in your body, this excitement needing somewhere to land.

You didn't keep your back to him for long, you were too eager to see his reaction. His eyes slowly lifted up to your face and he licked his lips.

You picked up the tail about halfway down its length, you swung the end gently in the air, picking up speed until you could complete a circle. Then another, and another. He smiled as he watched you play. You swayed your hips from one side to the other as you kept the tail in motion.

His eyes briefly left your body so that he could look at his phone. He moved his finger into place but you noticed that it didn't make contact with the screen, hovering instead. His eyes were fixed on your face when he did press it and you were feeling the effects instantly, but only quickly.

The vibrations changed to a less intense mode, not dominating your focus. But then a powerful jolt came again, with no build up - just sudden and relentless. You flinched and before you were given the chance to adjust, it was gone. A smile was developing on his mouth.

“Are you having fun with your new toy, kitty?” He asked.

You opened your mouth to respond but another surge of vibrations caught you off guard, your throat momentarily clenching around any possible words. You felt it wearing at your composure, before promptly switching off. “Ye-yeah I am, I just…” You had gotten distracted from twirling the tail. “That mode feels different from when I was pressing it. Or am I just imagining it?”

“This isn't one of the patterns you were playing with. This is the burst mode.” He said and he tapped the screen, giving you a demonstration.

That was exactly what it felt like, and exactly what it made you want to do. Your heart was racing and you had begun to clench your fists as he activated the mode a few more times.

“Do you like it?” He asked, leaning forward and wearing an eager smile.

“Yeah, it’s a…” You shifted your weight from side-to-side, feeling quite unsettled as he clearly made moves to undermine your control. “It’s definitely a lot… uh, a lot of fun.”

“So much fun that you forgot to show it off to me, huh?” He pointed out, it was a gentle way of refocusing you.

“You’re right.” You said, pushing your shoulders back as you adjusted how you held the furry tail. “How would you like me to model it for you, Master?”

For the moment, he was leaving the buttons alone. “How about you get down on all fours? You can get a bit more into your kitten character, can’t you- for me?”

“Of course.” You said, lowering yourself to the ground before finishing your answer.

Even though the plug was inactive inside you, your heart was fluttering. Your knees rested on the carpet and you draped the tail behind yourself before beginning to lean forward. The way that he was looking at you (what you saw in his dark eyes) had you feeling a tremble in your thighs.

When he didn’t give you any direction, you moved as you wanted. You began to crawl toward him, where there was plenty of room for you between his legs.

“You should probably go back the other way if you want to really show me the tail.” He said, gesturing away from himself.

You didn't hesitate, reaching one of your arms out to the side and redirecting yourself. You crawled towards the wall, feeling the tail sway against your ass as you went.

You got as close as you could to the wall, stopping and looking back over your shoulder, needing more guidance from him.

“It's a perfect view, babygirl.” He said, eyes moving all over your body with great interest. “You're really great at this crawling around like a kitty thing, maybe you should stay on the floor for a bit longer. Being a fantastic kitty is fun, hm? You're just so great at it.”

“Thank you.”

“Show me how well you can crawl to me.” He said.

You did this at once. You kept your eyes on him, seeing how focused his gaze was. But there were moments when you broke eye contact, curiously looking at the protrusion in his pants and letting your mind race. There were so many things you could, and wanted to, do for him.

“Just like that, yes.” He said as you drew closer.

You were aching for his touch as you reached the end of the bed, placing yourself between his feet. You lifted your hands from the ground but remained beneath him, on your knees. You looked up at him, finding he had placed his phone aside for the moment. His hands went to your cheeks, yours went to his thighs, your nails pressing against the material of his pants.

You began to move your hands, going for the zipper. He did nothing to discourage you, instead somewhat foreshadowing your plan by giving you his thumb to suck on. You wrapped your lips around it as you got to your task.

“I hope you're not getting distracted again.” He said before you could get the button undone. “I'm not done watching you model this tail. I haven't had my fill of kitten's adventures around the floor.”

You took your hands away from him at once, perfectly happy to keep playing this game - because you knew how sensational the final destination would be.

“Show me from the side. Be a good girl and crawl along the side of the bed here.” He instructed.

“Okay.”

You gave his still-concealed dick one last look before you repositioned. You flicked the tail over to one side and returned your hands to the ground. As you started to crawl around the bottom corner of the bed, he turned around to keep track of you, not missing a second of your progress.

“Does Daddy like this view?” You asked.

He remained just as close as before, perched at the edge of the mattress. “Very, very much. Like might be an understatement.” He watched you get about halfway to the head of the bed. “Hang on, can you wait there for the moment?”

You stopped without question. You anticipated more from the plug, trying to prepare yourself for the effects of another burst. You kept your eyes on the bedside table that you were approaching. You were feeling eager, but you could still maintain your patience.

“Oh.” He said, his voice coming from behind you. “Well, you are definitely having fun with your new toy.”

A more powerful heat came into your face as you instantly realised he was referring to how wet your cunt appeared. And there was no way for you to hide it. You were totally exposed to him, every dirty need, all of your unspoken desires - it was his to use as he pleased.

“Being a good kitten really turns you on, huh?” He asked, you didn't have to be looking at him to know that he was smiling. “It turns me on, too. But you know what- I don't need you on the floor anymore.” You looked over your shoulder. “Climb up on the bed for me.”

You got up from the floor and saw that he was taking his clothes off, finally. You sat where you were, waiting for the next instruction as you watched him.

“How do you want me?” You asked.

“I was thinking face down, ass up.” He posed it as a suggestion. “I've got my fill of seeing you on the floor, but there's still more admiring of that tail I need to do.”

“Of course, Master.” You said, beginning to lay down. But you didn't rush, wanting to see more of his undressing process. He didn't correct this behaviour, moving in closer to kiss you. You took the chance to run your hands down his bare chest, your mind full of ideas.

You continued to enjoy the taste of him on your lips even after you had parted. You got into the required position, your nerves on edge as you were more than eager to experience what came next. You rested the side of your face on the pillow and separated your knees as you set them on the bed. You could feel the tail draped over one side of your elevated ass.

“Is the plug getting to be too much?” He asked as he moved in to fill the space behind you.

“Well it’s a lot, but in a good way.” You said.

“I know you’ll tell me if you need a break from it.” He said, his fingers massaging at the small of your back. “You’re always a good girl with stuff like that- my smart, responsible, capable babygirl. Is that what you are?”

“Yeah.” You said a little shyly.

“Here…” He said, placing his unlocked phone on the pillow next to your face. “You can have a play and see which modes you like best while I’m getting into position here.”

You picked it up, your eyes going to the button that activated the intense bursts, but you didn’t feel brave enough to touch it. “I think they’re all gonna feel like the best right now, I’m horny as fuck- you already know this.”

He snickered and you felt his legs pressed against yours - the distance between your bodies thankfully becoming a thing of the past. “Yeah. I know it and I love it.”

You tapped the plus symbol, driving the consistent buzzes to a greater strength. You opened up the options for different modes and selected one without overthinking it. You enjoyed the rise-and-fall in intensity, making the eagerness swell up like a tangible presence in your gut. More blood was pumping into your pussy.

You were hyper-aware of the movements he made as he began to spread your cunt open with his dick. Your eyes fluttered shut and you stopped caring about trying out the vibrator's other modes, what you currently had felt perfect to you. He leaned more of his weight into you.

“Good girl…” He said with a moan as he pushed in deeper. “You're loving having two holes filled like this, aren't you?”

“Yes.” You said, short on breath.

You shut your eyes, feeling into your body differently than before and a moment was needed to adjust. This new level was so promising.

Your walls fluttered around him as you sank into this feeling, marvelling at how the pressure in your cunt could make you pay more attention to what the plug was doing in your ass. All the while, your clitoris was throbbing and you started into that ache for release, now knowing you could fully attach yourself to it.

“Oh, my perfect fucktoy.” He praised as he moved to that spot where he could mostly fill your cunt.

Butterflies swarmed into your tummy and you were soon smiling as you released the need to think about a single thing. Instead of thinking, you were just witnessing, paying attention to the little details.

You felt his hand grab for your hip, his fingers digging into this squishy spot. Then more of his body was pressing into yours, more skin-on-skin, making you feel so ready to melt into him. The air around you was perfectly still as you waited on the knife’s edge, aroused energy rushing through your veins.

There was a hint of separation with him rocking back on his knees. Thankfully, this was promptly fixed by him thrusting forward, your cunt swallowing his length again.

His tip massaged along your sensitive walls as he indulged in some more plunges back-and-forth. You weren’t trying to match him, instead arching your back and keeping yourself steady, giving him a set, reliable target to land his pumps on.

As you were beginning to adjust to these increased threats to your composure, you opened your eyes. You found that his phone wasn’t in the spot where you had left it, it didn’t appear to be anywhere within your grasp. You didn’t get too hung up on this, your attention was driven to more important things.

You started to meet his thrusts, working your hips to match his movements and it was immediately rewarding. The pleasure greatly accelerated through your body and you felt how easy it would be to go wild - but you hadn’t been invited to do so yet. You gulped in a large breath and tried to steel yourself, one of your hands curling into a fist around the corner of the pillow.

It seemed like you were getting on the same pacing as him, truly harnessing what your body could do in this position. Then you were stunned by another use of the burst function. You froze, shoved into a state of disbelief as sparks shot through your brain, very tangible to you in this moment.

You didn’t feel the whine as it moved out of your throat. You only became aware of it when you heard it. You buried your hot face into the pillow, taking a pause to just be overwhelmed.

“Can you handle it?” He asked, his words strained to betray how his throat was clenching.

You gave a wordless cry. “Mn, it feels so good.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He said. “I wanna know if you can handle it.”

You strengthened your legs again, grinding back into him. “Yea-yeah, I can take it, I wan’... I fucking want it.”

“You’re gonna get it, because you’re such a good girl.” He told you.

There weren’t any words that followed this, the sounds that came next were made by your bodies colliding as he set into a luscious rhythm. More of your body opened up to him in response to his continued pumping.

He seemed to work himself into you with more power than before, an excited whine coming from him - the authenticity and unrestrained quality of it made it sound just as explicit as any curse words he might want to share. “I hope you’re in the mood to get it rough, because there’s no chance of me holding back when you look like-... you have no idea how good you look right now, kitten. It’s beyond, it really is. The tail looks amazing, it’s a little unbelievable how much it suits you. It’s just…”

You lifted your face from the pillow and turned your head, partially bringing him into view. “Does it make me look owned?”

You weren’t expecting the pause before his response. “Owned- uh-huh.” He let out a short chuckle. “Yeah, you’re definitely looking owned.”

That was an answer worth waiting for, tantalising you as you let it sink in. You immediately strived to commit it to memory. It was like a photo taken on a special occasion, from time-to-time you would want to pull it up and look at it to remember the moment as clearly as possible.

“Yes.” You said, keeping your impassioned rocking in time with him. “Own me, Master.”

His hips began snapping into yours faster. It pumped more excitement into your veins and you didn’t wish for more time to catch your breath, happily riding this escalation.

His dick fucking into you somehow harmonised perfectly with the sensations stirred up by the butt plug, which remained set on the same reliable level. It was all building a delicious tension inside of you, the vibrations keeping you elevated and always anticipating his next jerk. And when those jerks came, they sent spectacular sparks shooting through your whole system, holding the potential to disorientate you.

Your clitoral hood felt swollen, so much so that your focus kept getting pulled back to it. The nerves in that concentrated area were very reactive and there was blood so consistently pumping through it, making it ache. The hood was just one of the many parts of your body that made up the choir that was screaming for your ultimate release.

When his next plunge forward delivered his tip to your g-spot, your eyes momentarily rolled back. You wanted to melt more than before, a stunning wave rushing through you. At the same time, your cunt clenched onto him, as if this was the key to keeping him in this spot.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuck…” He gasped, rocking back with a quiver.

You were greedy, leaning back for more contact. His tip stroked against your sensitive walls, making you more aware of that tension inside of you.

He didn't leave you waiting for long, mercifully. He rutted firmly into you, skin slapping against skin and you were soon gripping to the pillow as he reclaimed his momentum.

It was just as impactful, but his movements didn't come in as consistently. His energy was a little less predictable and you couldn't match yourself perfectly to him. But there was still plenty to enjoy, you didn't find yourself short on stimulation. You lived for the friction between your bodies. You just kept snapping your hips back into him, knowing that you were on the right path to an orgasm.

He had both of his hands on your hips, the phone lost from the scene presently, but the plug kept vibrating.

“Oh, oh…” He moaned, sounding a little surprised. “I’m close, already. Oh, holy…”

His body made quick, repeated smacks into you. As you poised yourself to feel his cum shooting into you, you held the knowledge that his focus was being compromised by his excitement. On some thrusts he could collide with your sweet spot, but he wasn’t specifically aiming for this. In the pursuit of his climax, his goal was just to maintain motion and you worked to stick with him, not wanting to let him down at this final point.

“Ah, kitty, fuck, I’m fuckin’ gun-ah…” His strokes got shorter, coming in rapidly.

He surrendered to the release, swinging deep to unload into you. There was no rocking back, he stayed where he was, letting his conclusion play out. You felt the cum drenching your receptive walls, which were fluttering and keenly gripping to him.

“Oh, holy fuck.” He sighed, starting to slowly lean back. “That was-... I didn’t know I was gonna come that quick.” He let out a breathless laugh. “You just felt too damn good.”

You lifted your head, glancing back at him. “Thank you for that compliment.”

“I’m just gonna…” He said, leaving your cunt. “Are you happy to keep that plug in?”

You wiggled your butt in the air, still filled with so much eager energy. “Mmn, more than happy.”

He stroked his hand up-and-down your back. “You’ve been such a good girl, a really, really good girl. Now I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”

“Yep.”

You were glad when you felt him move in closer again. He didn’t penetrate you, but it was lovely to feel the warmth of his body some more as he wrapped an arm around your middle. He was leaning into you, without pushing all of his body weight into you. He rested the palm of his hand against your pubic mound, while his other hand was seemingly missing in action.

You quickly realised where his other hand was when the toy gave a powerful burst. Your breath got stuck in your throat as you were completely taken by surprise. The excitement swelled up, desire ready to take the lead.

As the intense sensation started to play out, he placed his hand directly to your pussy, one of his fingers going to your pulsing clit. The muscles in your body clenched. You were feeling everything on such a deep level, the core of your being ready to respond.

Before you could adjust to this new level of stimulation, he was giving you another burst. And it took you a little longer to recover from this.

It felt like there was fire coursing through your veins when he began to work his finger on your clitoris. He slowly dragged his finger up-and-down against it, prompting you to see stars behind your eyelids.

He set into an easy pacing with how he rubbed your clit, steadily adding to the ecstatic arousal. You started to match his motion, rocking your hips back-and-forth. This allowed you to secure more pressure on your clitoral hood, a perfect crescendo that signified the end of each swing. He didn’t tell you to stop, seemingly finding nothing about your current movements to correct and you took this as permission to concentrate on your continued effort.

The vibrations changed, but he wasn’t unleashing more bursts upon you. This time he had activated one of the patterns, the strength of the pulsations rose-and-fell in a way that felt very gentle after so many jolts from the burst option. It didn’t urge you into a rushed new pace, you could still enjoy each rock of your hips.

He worked your clit with continuous circles, inviting in more hot excitement. Was he applying more pressure, or were you just getting more, irreparably sensitive?

“Have I mentioned that I fucking love my tail, Daddy?” You said, your words somewhat muffled as you kept your face buried in the pillow.

“Aw, I’m really happy to hear that.” He said. “You’ve more than earned this gift.”

He increased the plug’s strength, making the programmed peaks feel all the more significant. There wasn’t any chance of you successfully hiding your neediness from him. Your thrusts lost their smoothness as more of your composure trickled away. You just wanted more, more of that enticing tension.

You let out a happy whine as you felt yourself reaching the spectacular edge. There were more stars in your vision now. You jutted your hips forward faster as the vibrators pulsations encouraged you deeper into the pleasure, which was getting to fever pitch.

“Uh, uh, unf…” Your whimpers accompanied your reckless rutting as you started to get lost in these truly overwhelming sensations.

His rubbing on your clitoris became vigorous, making sure you didn’t know even a fraction of a second of peace. “Come for Daddy, come for your Daddy, right now.”

“Yea-yes…” You rasped as you twitched and trembled through your next series of thrusts.

“Come for Daddy.”

His words seemed to echo in your head as you surrendered into the intense rush. The tension snapped and you disappeared into your climax.

You thought it was the ideal time to quit and find your way back to calm. But you soon realised that he had different plans.

He didn’t extract the toy from your hole as you began lying down in a more natural position. He turned the neverending pattern off, but this was swiftly followed by an activation of the burst mode. You gave a little cry, but beyond that you were unable to respond - you certainly didn’t have any words to share.

He wasn’t speaking either. But you attempted to stay mentally aware of where he was - trying to predict moves he may not have decided on yet.

More bursts came from the plug, shooting intimidating aftershocks through you. You didn’t know how much time passed between them. You remained constantly startled by them, you were positioned on very shaky ground, he had expertly weakened you.

“Good girl.” He said in the warmest of tones.

You got some much needed air back into your lungs. As you were taking more deep breaths, you recognised that you had been in a noticeable break from the exciting bursts. With coherent thoughts coming together now, you started to wonder if he had stopped playing with the app. You kept just taking in deep breaths for the moment.

Feeling a fraction of your strength returning, you began by opening your eyes. You slowly lifted your head, seeing that he was at your side, close enough to easily touch. You checked his hands, relieved to find a lack of phone in his grasp.

Now it was time to quit.

Your body felt very tender (as if you had just pushed through a yoga class too advanced for you). You savoured lying still. You let your eyes shut, feeling the occasional twitch and tremble in each of your holes - but you were getting closer to calm.

“How do you feel?” He asked, giving you a respectful amount of space as you moved into recovery.

“You mean: how’s my ass?” You responded, winning a smile from him.

“Amongst other things, yes.” He said. “Would it be okay if I took the plug out, or are you feeling too sensitive to have it touched?”

“Could you take it out?” You requested.

“Of course. Keep taking deep breaths for me, babygirl.” He said, easing in closer to you. “While I’m doing that, you can take a look at your menu.”

“I don’t need it.” You said before he could reach for the homemade pamphlet. “I already know what I want.”

“Oh, well please tell me all about it.”

He worked as carefully as possible, but your overly-sensitive hole was aware of each slight movement. You bit into your lower lip as a keen heat remained below your waist.

“I want cuddles.” You said. “And more words of praise.” You let out a shaky breath as all of the pressure finally left your hole.

“I’ll give you hours of praise.” He said.

“And could we watch TV? I’ve been saving up the new episodes of Futurama to watch with you.” You said, looking at him from your lower, reclined position.

“Cartoons and cuddling with the best girl in the whole world- that’s a reward for me, too.” He said. “Just let me put this aside in the bathroom. I’ll get to cleaning it, later.”

He had the tail in hand as he got up, leaving the room. You didn’t have the energy to rush into a new position, taking each movement one at a time. As you laid on your back, you gave a slight adjustment to how the kitten mask was resting against your face. You weren’t willing to take it off yourself.

He took a little longer coming back into the room than you had expected. You got the television turned on, the right episode queued up.

“I wanted juice.” He said as he returned. “So I got you a glass, too.”

“Thanks.” You said, sitting up straighter.

He placed both cups down as he joined you on the bed. “You don’t have to keep the mask on. If you want to, but I won’t make you.”

“Okay.” You said reaching for the knot at the back of your head.

Seemingly he forgot about his thirst, watching you with interest in your every move. There was a smile on his face, making you wonder what he was thinking.

“You really just thrived in that scene, huh?” He asked. “You totally got into character and you did it more perfectly than I could have imagined. And I’m not just saying this because you asked for praise. I’m saying this because you amaze me. You’re so fantastic at being a submissive and you make it so much fun to play, it makes me wanna play with you more, so much fucking more.” His tone changed, perhaps in response to what he saw on your face. “But not right now. We’re gonna rest right now.”

You accepted the cup that he handed you, “How come you hesitated?”

He furrowed his brow. “I hesitated?”

“Yeah, earlier. I asked if I looked owned and you didn’t answer straight away. You answered and I liked the answer, but… did you not like the question? We don’t have to use that term…”

He smiled, tucking his legs in under the blanket. “No, I have no issues with saying you’re owned. I had to hesitate because I had heard you wrong, and I thought…” He trailed off, needing a moment to just laugh. “I thought you had said pwned.”

“Pwned?” You repeated, doing your best to not mangle the old-school term. He nodded, unable to speak because he had resumed laughing. “Why the fuck would I say pwned?”

He shrugged, his laughter not completely under control. “I have no idea. That’s why I hesitated because I was trying to figure it out, trying and failing.”

You smiled as you shook your head. “But seriously, why would I ever say that?”

“I don’t know, I was very confused.” He said.

“Am I a chronically online gamer from the late 2000’s?” You asked.

“You can’t blame me for being confused, all of my blood was going to my dick, not my brain.”

You let out an overdramatic groan. “Ugh, that’s your excuse for everything.”

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