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[violetrainbow412-blog]

hii, I wish to request a Willy Wonka x reader 😭🙏 where reader doesn’t like chocolate at all because it’s too cloying, so Wonka tries to make the right candy (or chocolate) to give it to the reader at Christmas Eve (he wanted to gave reader a small gift before Christmas day, like a form of confessing his feelings to the reader). And reader also prepares a small gift to Wonka bc they also want to confess their feelings to him

Reader can be gender neutral, or however you want

English isn’t my first language so sorry any grammar mistakes, also sorry if I didn’t explain myself well

have a good day and thanks for reading 😭🫶💐

The Bittersweet Gift of Love [W. W]

Willy Wonka x gn!reader

word count: 1.8k

note: don't worry! English is not my first language either. I have to admit that writing with neutral readers is always a challenge for me because I translate my texts directly, but I think this time it's a decent thing. I hope you like it!!

taglist: @dyieying @reallysparklychaos [Timothée masterlist]

What could a chocolatier give to a person who didn't like chocolate? That was the question Willy had been asking himself for the past few weeks.

You hadn't specifically said that you didn't like chocolate, rather it was a matter of not liking the excessively sweet or sticky taste that some had. That is, most of the chocolates he made.

“Maybe it's just that you haven't found the right flavor,” he had told you once, while the two of you were talking.

And he was quite convinced of that, even thinking that if he managed to make something special for you maybe he would earn some affection from you. It would be as if he gave you a certain part of himself, so that you could make it yours.

So it was that Wonka, after reflecting a lot, decided to try all kinds of combinations until he found one good enough to satisfy you. Christmas was approaching and he believed that the occasion would be perfect not only to give you the present, but also to take an important step for which he had not yet had the courage: he wanted to confess his feelings for you.

The man didn't know much about love, however, he knew that he liked you a lot and he wanted you to know it. It was just that he was pretty nervous about it and he hoped everything would turn out as perfect as possible, after all, you deserved it.

Christmas Eve came when he was least expecting it and then it was time to dress in shades of green and red to attend the party that the Smith family would throw, as a thank-you to everyone after Dorothy had heard what the entire group did for help Noodle when she needed it most.

Willy put a lot of effort into buying, with some of the few coins he had left, a cute outfit appropriate to the occasion that he combined with his characteristic coat. When he was in front of the library door he felt the little purple box in his hands extremely heavy and he thought it would be a better idea to put it in his pocket, or else you would realize ahead of time the surprise he had for you.

“Mr. Wonka,” Dorothy greeted, as she opened the door “Come in, come in. It's freezing outside”

“Good night, Mrs. Smith,” he murmured cordially, removing his hat and placing it on a rack in the entryway. Apparently he was the last to arrive, since everyone else was already talking happily in the room.

Of course his eyes went directly to you, who was wearing a green sweater that highlighted your beautiful skin tone and you already had a huge smile on your pink lips from the cold.

“It's good to see you, Mr. Wonka,” said Abacus, being the first to speak “Sit over here.”

He smiled internally at the good fortune that the place the man had left him was right next to you and when you gave him a look, he felt himself blush.

“Hi,” he murmured shyly.

"Hello! I'm so glad you could come."

“I would never miss it,” he responded smilingly. His knees collided with yours and suddenly your warmth seemed to invade him as well, perhaps because of the closeness, but also because of the overflowing love he felt for you “How are you?”

With this question you began a pleasant and private conversation, which developed between close whispers and giggles that made him increasingly nervous. The others didn't mind too much that you didn't participate in the general talks, as they knew that certain unresolved matters probably needed time.

You ate the delicious dinner that the family had prepared, you drank punch, you sang some Christmas carols and when the night had advanced enough you returned to your previous place, although now with fewer people around.

“This is so nice, I love Christmas. The atmosphere is always so homely and warm” you said, with your eyes resting on the simple tree that adorned the room.

It was almost midnight and the others were in the kitchen sorting through some of the cookies that Noodle had put there an hour ago, which only left you and the chocolatier in the living room.

“I guess I believe you, your eyes are literally shining now,” he said happily. He felt like sliding his hand into yours and this time, steeling himself, he didn't hold back. You flinched slightly when you felt that.

“What are you doing?”

“I have something for you,” he breathed, feeling strangely excited by what he was about to do “It's a gift.”

“Oh, Willy,” you responded, a bit incredulously, as you bent down to grab something from your bag on the floor. “I have something for you, too.”

He chuckled when he saw the box lined with bright red and a purple bow decorating it, since it was a pleasant coincidence that you had also prepared something for him.

“But don't tell anyone, because he didn't bring gifts for the others,” you added, quietly, and then he helped you up, still holding onto your hand.

"Come with me"

He led you to an empty room and he closed the door behind you, hoping he only needed enough minutes to not raise suspicions among the rest of the guests. You were nervously holding the gift, with both hands now that he had let go of you.

“Okay, listen. I wanted to do something special for you today,” he began to explain, as he pulled the box out of his pocket. “And I also added, uh… a note. You don't have to read it now or anything, but it says something in it that I want you to know."

“You're starting to scare me,” you stammered, obviously nervous. Willy was going to ask what you meant until he saw you take a small envelope out of your pocket, which you placed on the red paper. “Because I have the same thing for you.”

He stumbled a little at the second coincidence of the night and he wondered what your note could be about. He knew that he had written a little poem confessing how he felt about you, but... what if you were just wishing him a Merry Christmas? He was going to look like a complete fool.

“You can read mine in a more… private place if you feel comfortable. Maybe alone,” he suggested, though he knew it was more for his comfort than yours.

“Huh, how about we just open the gifts and leave the notes for later? I wouldn't want you to read mine now either” you murmured, just as shy as him.

Willy agreed and you extended your gift in his direction, hinting that he would be the first to open. He undid the bow, carefully, and then opened the box, revealing a beautiful scarf.

“Wow, I…”

"Do you like it? I made it myself”

“I don't believe you,” he said immediately, looking even more surprised. “It's beautiful, I really love it. Thank you so much"

He wasted no time and placed the garment around his neck. Curiously, it matched the rest of his outfit.

"It looks pretty"

“Mine is also a gift made by me. Feel free to tell me if you don’t like it, I… I’ll understand, okay?” you looked a little confused at that and then he took out the piece of chocolate, carefully placed inside the box “I know you don't like chocolate, but I don't think anyone should live without consuming such a great delicacy. So I made you this, because it doesn't have those things that you don't like. It's... different, but I hope you like it”

With some shyness he offered you the sweet and you put it in your mouth, under his watchful eye during the process. You tasted what he had offered you: it was a little bitter, but not in that way that makes your head hurt or leaves a bad taste on your palate, but with just the right touch. It was firm and didn't melt in your mouth, but decent enough to chew on. And finally, it had a touch of something indecipherable to you, but that gave it a certain exotic flavor that was pleasant to your senses.

He, without knowing everything you were experiencing, kept looking at you because he wanted to analyze your reaction to know what you really thought, and luckily your reaction showed agreement with what your chocolate lips said:

“It is the best chocolate I have ever tasted”

Willy felt that like the greatest compliment in the world and he couldn't help a smile crossing his face, satisfied with himself for having achieved his goal, but above all for seeing the happy expression on your face.

“You will never have to eat chocolates you don't like again, I have a jar full of these just for you. They will even bear your name."

It was inevitable not to take a step towards him to hug him and the boy, although at first he seemed surprised, soon responded to you.

“No one had ever done anything like this for me. I appreciate it a lot"

“Well, it's my Christmas gift. I wanted it to be something special,” he confessed, feeling his heart beating in time with yours “Merry Christmas, Y/N”

“Merry Christmas, Willy,” you said. The note in his hand felt extremely heavy and he was eager to read it, but he knew he would have to wait a while.

Suddenly you heard Noodle calling your names and you got out of there before anyone else noticed your absence, which worked because the girl was walking around the hallway when you were closing the door.

“It's going to be midnight, come here,” she said and you obeyed.

Dorothy revealed that she had a small present for each person and you began to look under the tree, eager to find out what would be in those little boxes. It wasn't something very ostentatious, but you were grateful anyway.

So, when no one was looking, you ran to the bathroom to finally read whatever he had written to you, hoping it wasn't as embarrassing as the confession you had made. You were stunned to learn the content and for a moment you feared you were dreaming, but you weren't.

When you left you knew well what your intentions were and your heart stopped for a moment when you noticed that Willy was nowhere to be seen, until Lottie told you that she had seen him heading to the kitchen. You rushed over and when you opened the door you noticed that he was about to do the same, with a bright expression on his face.

A second later he had already pulled you inside and without saying another word, he kissed you.

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[withleeknow]

late night thought, imagine you convince lee know to let you do his makeup, he pretends to hate it (a pouty scowl on his face) but deep down he loves it :(

- 🍓

oh 🥺 this is so 🥺

imagine it’s a lazy saturday afternoon, you both have nothing scheduled for the day.

you’re just on the couch peacefully coexisting before an idea pops into your head and then you’re dragging him into the bedroom, demanding him to sit in front of your vanity while you pull out all of your products.

he’s confused as hell at first but he just watches you with his head tilted cutely to one side.

once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he’d be like “oh hell no. stay away from me, you heathen.”

he’d try to leave the room but when you tug on his shirt, pouting at him and giving him your best puppy dog eyes, he has no choice but to give you what you want.

he’d sit back down but act like he’s sooo bothered by this. you don’t give a shit bc you’ve got your model to work on, even if your model is rolling his eyes and scowling at you.

“just get it over with.”

you’d try to appease him a bit though. after every step you’d give him a kiss. primer done? kiss. eyebrows done? kiss. mascara done? kiss. (not that he needs that a lot. dude’s blessed with insane eyelashes. you hate him for that.) his skin is perfect so you just have to dab some concealer under his eyes. kiss. a little bit of eyeshadow. kiss. rosy blush on his cheeks. kiss. highlighter on his cheekbones and sculpted nose. kiss.

he’d hold onto your butt as you paint his face, patting you every now and then.

would definitely doze off while you work on his eyes. and you can’t help but sneakily grab your phone to snap a pic of your sleepy cat boy.

when it’s time to do his lips, you’d give him a longer kiss bc you can’t kiss him after the lipstick is on unless you want it to smudge.

you let him pick the shade though.

he’d study your collection of lipsticks, lip stains and glosses, seemingly bored, but you know that peculiar brain of his is meticulously picking out his favorite color.

he goes for a muted red shade in the end. it suits him and his complexion well.

he’s just sooo pretty that you make him sit there and pose for you while you take 297473 photos (and videos).

he maintains the grumpy look on his face in most of the photos, but you don’t miss the way he tries to suppress a smile when he admires your hard work in the mirror. dude secretly loves being pampered fr.

would definitely make you take the makeup off him afterward and do his skincare too.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids imagines #stray kids fic #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know imagines #lee know fluff #🍓 anon #answered #blurbs

[your-highnessmarvel]

So Much Paperwork

Requested by Anonymous: can you do one with avenger!reader and bucky and they get like either captured by hydra or locked in a room and there sex pollen and they don’t want to get dirty because they’re friends but… eventually they do? ❤️❤️❤️ if you’re not comfortable with this it’s ok!

AN: i’ve never written sex pollen before so bare with me! this is a heeellll of a ride LMMMAAOOOO this is going to spruce up my Bucky masterlist LETS GO

Warnings: smut (oral f!receiving, hand job, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, praising, biting), sex pollen, dub!con action, language, mentions of HYDRA

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When Cap had said it was just a Hydra base, you hadn’t expected to enter a motherlode of enemy information. Opening that vault was like finding a cave filled with gold - every inch of the vault was brimming with sensitive Hydra files, all dog-eared, marked up, or highlighted. 

Bucky insisted on going through each and everyone of them. He had you open up each file cabinet, sift through each file, pick out the most interesting of them all, and place them by the door. Thank God you could read German. 

“Look at this one,” he called from the other side of the vault, far off in the corner. 

You were examining a file on something Hydra called Experiment 4H7, Phase 4. You let the file go before even reading the subject of the experiment and made your way towards Bucky. 

He was wearing his familiar all black outfit, the metal arm a stark silver against the vault’s gold and his suit’s black. He looked over his metal shoulder as you approached. 

“I’m guessing they’re keeping more red rooms in Ukraine,” he stated, showing you the file. There were a number of pictures of young girls varying from blondes to brunets to red heads, all different heights, all different shades of skin tones. 

“Yup,” you sighed, pointing to a line in the file. “That’s a graduate class, I’m guessing, look at that.” You pointed to the German word for Graduation and felt a deep pinch in your belly. These poor women. Unaware that they would be stripped of their rights, of what made them woman. 

You swallowed. “Okay,” you said. “I think we should just leave with what’s by the door?”

You stepped back, feeling the tile beneath your booted heel give and fall an inch lower. A metallic sound, like two gears churning to work, echoed loudly in the vault, and slowly, the vault door started shutting. 

“It’s a boobytrap!” Bucky yelled, dropping the file and running to the door, his metallic hand out to stop it.

“Did I step on a mine?” you yelled back, panic gripping every nerve in your body. 

It felt like time slowed as you looked over your shoulder, soft strands of hair slicking against the sweat on your cheek. You saw Bucky arrive at the door when it had but a few inches left to go, jamming his metal fingers between the closing door and the oval frame.

Every beat of your heart burned as you watched his face flush red, veins in his neck pulsing as he struggled to keep the door just a slight inch open. 

And then, overhead, a quiet squirting sound. You felt tiny pinpricks of water touch your cheek and you looked up. 

“Bucky.” But his name was lost to the sound of him groaning, grunting, heels sliding against the cement floor, sweat forming on his upper lip - all to keep the door from closing. “Bucky!”

When he looked back at you, the vault door closed with a deafening boom. 

“Y/N, don’t breathe in!” he gasped, retrieving his fingers form the door, panting as he made his way towards you. 

“Too late,” you said, feeling the minuscule dots of water dampen the inside of your nose, your lips, your tongue. It tasted so sweet. 

“Fuck,” he murmured, bending to your rest his hand on your boot, the one still pressed on the loose tile. “Y/N, I don’t think it’s a mine.”

You shivered, something achy climbing its way up your spine, burying deep in your belly. “Why?” you asked, closing your eyes as you felt his metal fingers clamp hard over your booted ankle. 

“Because,” he answered. “This was just the trigger for the door.”

You sighed. “Of course, I’m the dumbass who triggers the trap.”

“No worries, doll,” he said with a chuckle, and that nickname, that chuckle, made something sticky and thick slide down your belly, settling comfortably between your legs. Oh no. 

“How do we get out?” you asked, finally moving away from the tile as Bucky stood. You met his eyes, towering over you, and your skin suddenly flashed so hot that you feared he could see the heat fuming off your flesh. You sighed, an excuse to get air into your lungs, to fan out the heat invading your bones. 

He frowned, bent over to get on eye level with you. “Fuck,” he spat, walking towards the door. 

“What?” you asked, suddenly feeling your throat stick, parched, thick with saliva all at once. “Bucky, what’s happening?” You’d wanted your voice to sound panicky, but somehow, it came out... breathy. Like a purr. 

Bucky bashed his metal fist into the vault door, but the thing only echoed the sound back, not even denting, not even screeching. 

“Fuck!” Bucky yelled, raking his flesh hand through his short, cropped hair. 

He looked at you over the expanse of the vault, just a few meters apart, and something inside you ached, like an intense burn that made the fabric of your suit hurt against your skin, feel like hot iron against your nipples, the soft flesh on the inside of your thigh. 

God, you needed to get out of this suit. But not here. 

“How long until Cap comes for us?” you asked, falling to your knees, heat blasting from your knees to your scalp as you found the floor. Maybe it was cold. 

Bucky didn’t answer. He watched you fall flat to the ground, press your heated, sweaty cheek to the floor, chasing any kind of relief from this mounting pain, this heat. 

He gritted his teeth and took a step back. 

“What’s happening?” you asked again, rolling onto your back. The floor was but a brief relief of the heat, of the pain burning harshly under your skin. You closed your sweaty lids, scrapped your nails against your damp hairline. When had you gotten so sweaty? 

You reached up to the zipper of your one-piece suit, ready to tug it down. 

“Y/N, don’t.” Bucky’s voice, usually comforting, friendly, guiding - now sounded like a wolfish demand, a famished lion salivating at the sight of bleeding prey. 

You breathed in harshly, suddenly, your mind shifting the narrative of who Bucky was to you in a split second. A heartbeat before, Bucky was your superior, your friend who’d been nothing but a guiding force through your life - taking you from the depths of fear and desperation to acceptance. He’d brought you to the Avengers, to Cap and Nat, to a team of people like you - misfits who fit together. 

But now. Now the Bucky you knew was shadowed by this new grumbling, groaning wolf. 

“It hurts,” you panted, eyes still closed. You reached up anyway and undid your zipper, opening your suit down to your bellybutton, like slicing open a piece of meat. 

You heard something fleshy hit the floor, and you opened your eyes, looking back. It hurt to scrape your head against the cement, but you saw Bucky on his knees there, looking at you with something dark and hungry glazing over his eyes. 

Your eyes fell back to the ceiling above you, and you opened your suit up, arching off the cement in search of air. Your skin was pebbled with sweat, scorched to the touch. 

“If you expose more skin,” Bucky panted, and you realized that he was closer, almost breathing into your ear. “I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“What’s happening?” you asked, for the millionth time, feeling an ache start to build dangerously fast in your cunt, throbbing, burning, slicking down your thighs with every beat of your heart. Every rush of blood in your veins was pain, every throb in your hole like a searing demand, an ache insatiable. Even when you wiggled, even when you groaned, clamping your thighs together, turning to your side and trying to find friction.  

Your clit was a pained, throbbing mess. 

“Doll,” Bucky breathed, and God, that sent another wave of hurt coursing down your spine, snapping in your blood like lightning. You could feel your pussy slick even more at the utter wretchedness of his voice.  

You groaned. Shaking your head. “No,” you whined. “Not this.” You’d heard about this - this experiment on something Hydra called sex pollen. They’d first used it in their breeding program they’d started during the second world war, when they wanted more Aryan children. They’d perfected it during the Cold War, and started manufacturing it for breeding camps they’d scattered across barren wastelands to produce more Hydra pawns. And now, they were using it as chemical warfare. 

“Bucky, no,” you whined, feeling hot, steaming tears wet your cheeks. You couldn’t do this. Bucky was your friend, your boss even. He was 7 years older than you (although he was technically like, 109 years old, but still). You were a rookie and he, your training officer. Your were his student and he was your professor. This was wrong on so many levels. “How much time does this last?” you asked, shivering, feeling another nauseating wave of need pulse through you. 

“I’m... I’m not sure,” he said, struggling to say each word. Like air was unknown to his lungs. Like he was fighting every instinct in his bones. 

But just the sound of his voice was enough to make another wave of excruciating pain wash through you, making you groan and wiggle against the floor. That ache in your clit intensified, pulsed painfully.

“Make it stop,” you murmured. “It hurts... so much.”

There was a second of silence until you heard the telltale sound of fabric rustling. Just the thought of Bucky naked, even an inch of skin available to your hungry eyes, made your cunt clench on nothing and you groaned in pain again. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” he said. “There’s only one way to make it stop.”

You shook your head, shivering. “No.”

Your heart stuttered as another wash of hot, molten lava scorched through your veins and this time, you sobbed, teeth clenching. 

“You can die, y/n,” Bucky whimpered and this time, his voice was right there, above you, a hand skimming across your thigh. 

You made a whimpering sound at the feel of his hand, even the slightest touch like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over your head. 

You opened your eyes and through tear-stained lashed and heavy lids, you looked back, seeing Bucky hunched over you, shirtless and sweating and with nothing but pain in those dark blue eyes of his. 

He bit his lip, meeting your eyes, and he nodded slowly. 

At this point, your entire body was shivering, sweaty, heating to the point that you thought your body would shut down. 

“Let me help,” he said, wretched, rough. 

When he applied the entire weight of his hand on your hip, it was like a lightning bolt had exploded under your skin. A moan ripped from your throat, utterly wrecked and rough and gone. 

Bucky said something but it was lost to the smoke in your head. He pulled down the rest of your suit, exposing hardened nipples to the air, but it still wasn’t cold enough. You wiggled your hips as he dragged the rest of the fabric down your body, to your legs until he was chucking off your boots and leaving you in nothing but your underwear. 

“Doll,” he rasped, pressing his fingers to your ankles, gently scraping up until he was resting both hands on the inside of your soft, plush thighs. “You’re soaked.”

You groaned, panting on the floor, feeling sticky, achy, and on fire. You pressed your hips forward, searching, searching. “Bucky, please.”

“Jesus, forgive me,” he groaned, and when you opened your eyes to meet the white lights above, he pressed a kiss to your clothed clit and you moaned salaciously.

One hand instinctively gripped at the roots of his brown hair, pulling him ever closer. The other clawed at the arm that came to rest over your tummy. 

A sharp, bruising knot formed in your tummy when he used one finger to move your thong to the side and he pressed a warm, wet kiss to your bare pussy. 

“Fuck, Bucky.” It came as a breath, like this was the first fresh, real breath you’d taken in years. 

He groaned against your skin, the vibrations dribbling up your belly, up your spine. Your toes curled as he gave his first few strokes of his tongue, long and harsh, like he was at a watering hole after days of being parched. 

“You taste like heaven, kitten,” he murmured, flattening his tongue against your clit and stroking it quickly, little flicks that sent your spine arching, your eyes closing, toes curling against his back. 

He gripped your hips in both hands, digging in to his meal, each stroke of his tongue like a spark against your clit. 

Your first orgasm wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to quench the heat, to cool the fire raging in your belly. Like a monstrous black wave, the pollen kept your senses awaken. 

“Bucky, again,” you whined, closing your thighs against his head, guiding his mouth back to your hole. He kept licking, sucking against your clit. 

Your second orgasm was like a temporary wash of relief. You smiled against each wave, hips stuttering against Bucky’s mouth. 

“It won’t be enough,” he said, voice wrecked, as he kissed up your thighs, igniting another wave of harsh, hot lava to drip from your belly into your clit. You whined. “I know,” he cooed, his eyes glazed as he hovered over you. When you met his gaze, you could see that he was fighting his own seams, that he was just as fragile and wanting and needing as you were. 

You reached between your bodies, skimming your nails down his hard chest, hearing the faint groan that left his lips. You patted down his belly, down until your hand wrapped around the impossibly hard, thick bulge in his suit pants. 

He bowed forward, sighing, moaning as you felt him out. Something like confidence, dark cunning, invaded your senses like a drug. 

“I need to be inside you so bad, y/n,” he groaned, hiding his face in the crook of your shoulder. Just the weight of his body on your chest, feeling his heat, his every breath, every tremble of his fingers as he clawed at your bare hip, your plush thighs, made you tremble with need. 

Hurriedly, he pressed away from you, pushing down his pants until his drooling, hard cock sprang free. He let it flop against your belly, groaning at the feeling, and when you met his eyes, he was nothing but a feral, hungry wolf. 

He claimed your mouth in a sudden, voracious kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as he ground into you. Delving his tongue passed your teeth, nipping at your bottom lip, breathing life into you with every stroke of his tongue against yours. 

You gripped his shaft slowly, feeling the velvety skin, stroking him in slow, languid movements of your wrist. Your other hand found his hair, pushing his mouth closer to yours, kissing him with fervour and need. His own hands cupped your head, positioned you the way he wanted. 

Then his metal fingers closed over your knee, hooking your leg over his hips, and he pulled away form your mouth in a wet, sloppy pop. He breathed, calming himself, but with you clawing at his shoulders, bringing him closer, hands stroking his dick quickly, he couldn’t stop himself. Even if he wanted to. Even if, deep down, in the dark, almost forgotten corners of his mind, he knew this was wrong, wrong, wrong - he wanted to lose himself in you. Just your taste wasn’t enough. Two of your orgasms against his lips wasn’t enough. Kissing you like he’d dreamed of doing so many times in his wet dreams - all of it wasn’t enough. 

He fell to one forearm, bringing his mouth to your ear. Your hand still slicking against him. Your mouth kissing against his neck, up his jaw. Your other hand digging nails into the hard muscle of his tricep. Your hot, wet thigh pressed against his bare hip. 

“I’m going to fuck you, y/n,” he grunted against your ear. 

You nodded, pushing your hips up, towards him. He pulled away from your stroking hand and you felt his tip press at your wet entrance. He shivered when he thrust the tip in, feeling your hole give in to him. 

You gasped as he slid in slowly. Now was when you realized just how big he was. How thick and unforgiving his cock was as he stretched your walls, impaling himself into you inch by inch. 

It was a painful stretch that made your knees tremble, gripping onto his shoulders for dear fucking life. 

“So tight,” he whispered against your ear. “Were you waiting for me, doll?”

His voice was like a sin committed in church. 

You whimpered when he pushed in completely, seating himself to the root, until every inch of him was pressed up against you. 

“Did you save this pussy for me, huh, kitten?” he rasped, pulling back and thrusting in slowly. He groaned, bowing forward. “So wet, doll, I can feel you dripping all over me.”

Who knew Bucky could be this filthy with his mouth. It made your body snap like a rubberband. 

He kissed up your throat, giving you shallow, quick strokes until he could feel your gummy walls relax and when he knew you were ready, he rutted against you like a dog gone mad. 

He gripped your hip, thrusting into you until your body was numb, your walls clenching against him, a pressure building just under your bellybutton. 

“Bucky,” you whined, sobbed, as he kept hitting that spot in you that made sparks dance along your spine.

“I can feel you, doll,” he grunted, teeth biting into your shoulder. “Come on, darlin’, you’re almost there.”

Your mouth opened in a small ‘o’, spine arching off the floor, adding to the pressure against his dick as your walls clenched impossibly tight against him, fluttering, buzzing, until your orgasm exploded through your flesh like a bomb of sparks and fireworks. 

You fell back to the floor, spine loose against the cement, your orgasm spinning through your blood as he kept rutting into you, chasing his own relief. 

You weakly grabbed onto his shoulders, pressed your face against his shoulder. “Fuck me, Bucky,” you pleaded. “Fuck me like I know you’ve always wanted to.” Your voice was so small, so wrecked from him, and it drove him crazy, drilling into you without rhythm. 

“So filthy, my doll,” he cooed, groaning when he heard you moan against his flesh. 

He fell onto you so suddenly, robbing you of air as he ground against you, chasing his own high. And after a few sloppy, shallow thrusts, you felt his cum inside you, his seed filling every inch of your gummy walls until he was dripping out of you and onto the cement. 

He breathed roughly, panting, gasping against your shoulder. And suddenly, his harsh hands became gentle on your cooling skin, stroking slowly against your waist. 

Your heart slowed, numbness filling you up like a dark, tentative wave. You were finally, finally cooling down, at peace, no more pain or ache or desire making every one of your movements excruciating. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” Bucky panted quietly, his face still hidden in your shoulder. “I never intended us to do... this.”

You shook your head. But no words formed in your mind, no coherent thought even took place as you just lay there, enjoying his weight, his heat. 

“We can’t stay here,” he said. He was so quiet, so gentle. He helped you get dressed in your soiled, cold suit. He zipped you up, did his best to smooth down your hair, tried to get as much of his cum off the floor with his boot. No use. 

When he got up and tucked himself back in his pants, tugging them over his hips, you couldn’t help the chuckle that left your lips. 

“We’re going to be in so much trouble, Bucky,” you said, almost like if you laughed about it, it wasn’t that bad, right?

He sighed, shaking his head. “Just...” he hesitated, putting his shirt back on. “I couldn’t watch you suffer like that.”

You nodded. 

“Cap will come get us,” he continued, almost reassuringly. “We’ll get some rest... shower too, and then we’ll talk about what’s next.”

You leaned against the wall, so tired, so fucked out that nothing else seemed even remotely satisfying except your bed. 

“What’s next is a lot of fucking paperwork, Buck.”

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[spooky-holtz]

Sicilian Scheming

Melissa Schemmenti x reader

Genre: pure fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

Prompt: "I seen you were looking for ideas for fics and was wondering if you’d write one where Mellisa’s Nona comes to visit her at Abbot during summer planning where she meets teacher Reader and essentially forces them to go on a date together even though they don’t get along well but they end up really hitting it off then a time skip to their wedding where Nona’s bragging about getting them together?"

I've diverted from the prompt a little but the core of it still stands. Strap in.

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Make no mistake, you absolutely love teaching the third grade but by the time summer comes around, you’re glad to see them go. Summer vacation gives you a chance to relax and enjoy your time away from the stuffy brick building that is Abbott Elementary, spending weeks at a time curled up on the window ledge of your apartment basking in the sun with a good novel and often a crisp glass of wine.  

You rarely get chance to see your co-workers save for the coffee dates you have with Janine, often meeting the smaller woman around the corner from her home to sit and chat in the large glass windows as the rest of the world passes by. You spend hours at a time chatting about anything and everything your rather uneventful lives have thrown at you, fingers curled around a sweating glass of flavored iced tea. These breaks are always among the highlights of your year, giving you a chance to wind down and refresh ready for the next group of kids that you will take under your wing.  

By the time the summer break winds down though, you’re eager to get back to school and see your dysfunctional work family. There’s nothing you love more than the first day after weeks apart, hearing all about Barbra’s annual cruise with Gerald, or Jacob’s latest mission to get himself “down with the kids” - it usually involves some god awful Tik Tok trend that he should NOT be doing, but you don’t have the heart to stop his rather spirited approach to engaging with his students.  

You love these conversations but there is somebody else that you find yourself searching for the second you step foot through the green doors of Abbott; Mellisa Schemmenti. The older woman has become an infatuation for you, her rigid exterior always melting when you interact. She knows exactly how you take your coffee, always leaves a seat open for you during meetings, and takes every opportunity to compliment your appearance - whether it's a new pair of earrings, or a slightly different shade of hair dye, Melissa will always notice.  

She makes you feel special in the smallest ways, always leaving you with the hope that she might actually like you back. It feels juvenile and you can’t help but imagine yourself as one of the kids you teach every day, sending heart eyes across the room at each other at any given chance, just waiting for her cheeks to flush and that small, suppressed smile to appear on her glossed lips.  

Your crush is no secret, but you would never tell anyone - well, except Janine who had managed to guess exactly why you get so nervous around the older woman after a few glasses of wine at the last faculty holiday party. You didn’t have to say anything; your longing looks toward the redhead on the other side of the teachers’ lounge as you nursed a plastic cup full of cheap alcohol was enough to prompt your friend to ask. You could never lie to Janine’s puppy dog eyes, especially not with a buzz courtesy of the liquor store across the street.  

You can’t help but let your thoughts drift toward thick Philly accents as you sit in the gym on the first day of school, squashed between Jacob and Janine and caught directly in the middle of their conversation about whatever new Netflix documentary series dropped last week. You’re really trying to listen, but your thoughts are consumed by bright red curls and glittery lip gloss, not true crime documentaries.  

You find yourself scanning the room as the pair babble on and you notice that the seating arrangement is half empty as you wait for the rest of the faculty to arrive and for Ava to take the stage for yet another development week speech that will go down in infamy at Abbott. She’s already poked her head from behind the curtain on the stage twice, clearly impatient to make her grand entrance to a group of less than willing participants.  

You begin to hear the telltale sound of heeled boots clicking against the linoleum floor and you feel yourself freezing into place just as Melissa waltzes into the hall, Barbara in tow. You don’t know if you’re impressed or terrified at her ability to constantly wear those shoes and the thought makes you realize that you’ve never actually seen Melissa at her normal height. 

Just as you suck in a deep breath, her eyes scan the room and instantly land where you sit, sandwiched between two of your rather enthusiastic co-workers. As her green eyes meet yours you see them shrink at the smile she sends your way, her pearly white teeth cutting through the shiny pink lip gloss she’s always wearing. You send a similar smile back, overjoyed at the fact she merely noticed you. God help your heart rate when she decides to talk to you for the first time in two months.  

Your attention is pulled away by Barbara, who waves enthusiastically from behind Melissa, making her way toward the empty seats directly in front of you. Your eyes dart back to Melissa as she follows the billowing of the older woman’s cardigan, heels still impossibly loud against the floor. 

The dark button down she’s sporting is tight against her torso, the sleeves rolled up to reveal her deceptively toned forearms. You have to remind yourself to look away for a split second, the thought of getting caught ogling her by one of your co-workers forcing you to tear your eyes away. You look toward Janine who has trailed off her conversation with Jacob, the pair watching you and Melissa like a tennis match. You feel your shoulders slump at Jacob’s knowing look, the excitement practically making him vibrate.  

“You’re kidding, you know too?” You sigh. 

“Uh yeah, you don’t exactly hide the heart eyes,” he scoffs. He must see the deer-in-headlights expression on your face because he continues, “I wouldn’t worry, she was definitely just throwing them right back at you.” 

You have no time to reply as the subject of the conversation reaches the row of seats in front of you, sitting in the hard plastic chair and turning her torso to see you, hand resting on the back of her seat. Her smile is wide again as she looks to you. The panic brews in your throat and your palms instantly become sweaty at the prospect of Melissa feeling the intensity of your feelings.  

“Hey hun, it’s been a while,” she says, her eyes still crinkled from the smile she wears. Her focus is entirely on you, ignoring the duo that sits on either of your sides.  

“Yeah, it has,” you manage to stammer out, “How’ve you been? You look good.”  

You inwardly cringe at your words but you’re not lying. She’s obviously had her hair dyed ready for the new school year and it’s even brighter than usual, making her even easier for you to pick out of a crowd. She looks so full of life and at ease, the break clearly having done her well. Her smile grows impossibly wider at your compliment, putting you instantly at ease.  

“It was great,” she replies. “Spent a lotta time at the beach with my family, so I’m not as pasty as you may have remembered.” 

She throws a wink your way with the last statement, causing a pink blush to cover your cheeks within seconds. What you wouldn’t give to actually see Melissa at the beach, totally relaxed on a sun lounger with a drink in hand. The image turns your cheeks an even deeper shade of red and Mel clearly catches on, her smirk letting you know that she knows exactly where your thoughts have gone.  

Before you even have chance to reply, Ava makes her grand entrance from behind the curtain to a chorus of groans that echos throughout the room.  

You can feel Janine’s elbow nudging into your side, your friend having had a front row seat to your entire interaction with the redhead. The action earns her a swift kick to the ankle under her seat, accompanied by a hissed “don’t you dare”.  

The meeting is over almost as quickly as it begins, Ava rushing back to her office to catch the latest episode of Real Housewives - she didn’t explicitly say it but you all know that’s the only reason she would be running back down the hall. You won’t complain though because it means you can get started with your work to prepare your classroom for the year ahead. You stand from your seat alongside Jacob and Janine and have all intentions of getting back to work when Melissa turns around again. Her emerald eyes stop you in your tracks, mid-stretch, your arms flexed above your head.  

“I never got the chance to tell you earlier, but I really like your dress,” she says, completely catching you off guard. Your hands fall, hanging limply by your side and brushing against the floral fabric of your clothing. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wear it specifically to catch her eye this morning. The soft smile she wears on her face makes your heart melt, the look on her face only reserved for you. “It's real pretty.” 

You both stand there for a few seconds, blushing like lovesick teenagers and staring into each other's eyes when a throat clearing brings you back to reality. Janine claps her hands together, flustered by the interaction.  

“Okay, I’m gonna get back to my classroom and, uh, get started on cleaning. Have a good day guys!” She calls as she walks away with Jacob in tow, enthusiastic as ever as he throws a thumbs up your way. You know that within five minutes of leaving the school gym she’ll be in your classroom waiting for the rundown on what the hell just happened between you and Melissa, as if she didn’t see it all happen from inches away. At this rate, you wouldn’t be surprised if Jacob shows up with a bag of popcorn to join in with the gossip session.  

“Oh shit, yeah, I need to clean before Nonna shows up,” Melissa mumbles, “I don’t wanna even think about the earful I’ll get if my classroom is a mess.” She doesn’t even stop to think before she turns on her heel and practically runs out of the gym and down the hall toward her classroom. You don’t have time to process her words before her best friend speaks.  

“Well, I guess that just leaves us,” Barbara says from her place next to where the redhead stood. She wears a gentle smile on her face that will always help you feel at ease. She reaches her arm out to you, linking your arm within hers as she turns to walk. “Come on honey, I’ll walk you to your room and tell you all about the cruise I had with my Gerald.”  

After a rather lengthy conversation about ‘Sea Barbara’ and her less-than-christian antics, you’re back at your door for the first time in months and can’t help but feel like you’re home. Nobody particularly likes their job but that couldn’t be further from the truth for you. Already, you’ve planned out the next year and can’t wait to welcome your little Eagles back into the classroom.  

It’s a full hour later by the time you actually hear another person’s voice - Janine chose to keep her distance but will no doubt grill you about Melissa at some point today. It’s just a matter of when.  

You hear the signature clicking of her heels before you can see her, her footsteps considerably slower than usual. You can hear her talking as she walks, though you can’t make you exactly what she’s saying. The footsteps grow louder and slower before you hear a knock against your doorframe, the door propped open by a thick stack of textbooks that you’ve wedged in front of it in a desperate attempt to get some airflow in the stuffy room.  

The sound makes you whip your head from where you stand on your stepladder, stapler and crepe paper in hand as you put together a display for the kids. You know exactly who will be standing there, already smiling as you turn and meet her eyes.  

“Hey Hun,” she says, “I’ve got someone here who wanted to really meet you.”  

For the first time you notice the presence beside her. You don’t need to take any guesses that this is Melissa’s infamous Nonna, the older woman clearly having stamped her grandchildren with her genes - she looks exactly how you imagine Melissa would in her old age, her hair silver and leaning gently on a cane.  

“Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti!” she exclaims, making you jump and stand up straighter, terrified at the prospect of already being on her bad side. You climb down from the ladder as she stares at you, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress in an effort to get rid of any creases that may have formed during the morning. “You said she was pretty, but not this pretty!”  

You feel your shoulders relax as you laugh at the older woman, taken aback, Melissa by the side of her groaning loudly with a “Nonna, really?” You move toward the pair holding your hand out to shake the wrinkled one of the grey-haired lady before you. Her fingers are adorned by the same kind of jewelry that Melissa wears, her Sicilian heritage extremely clear from the large signet rings that she wears across her hands.  

“And there’s no mistaking that you must be Nonna,” you grin, introducing yourself. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re like a living legend around here.” She closes her hand around yours, the other still gripping her cane.  

“Pretty and complimentary?” She remarks, turning to look at her granddaughter whose face has managed to turn the same colour as her hair. “Well, you kept a lot quiet about this one.” 

You can’t help but look at Melissa at this statement, catching her eye and smiling even wider, Nonna’s remarks already making your grin impossibly wide. Her brow relaxes itself slightly, the hard lines around her eyes softening when she sees the pure joy on your face at finally getting to meet the woman you’ve heard so much about over the last few years.  

“I’m not sure if I want to hear exactly what you know about me,” you joke to her, catching Melissa’s eye yet again. The poor woman looks unbelievably flustered but it's a welcome change in your dynamic. She usually gets to revel in the fact that you turn into a puddle in her presence, but now you can only hope to add to the quickly darkening hue of her cheeks.  

“Trust me, you do. This one doesn’t shut up about you,” she says, smiling slightly and cocking her head toward Melissa who is actively wishing that a sinkhole would open up beneath her feet. She lets go of your hand and moves further into the classroom, leaning ever so slightly on her stick but still moving with all the confidence of your favourite Schemmenti woman - at least you know where Melissa gets it from now.  

Your eyes dart to Melissa, the older woman already looking back at you with a silent apology in her eyes her teeth worrying her bottom lip. You reach out and rub the top of her arm over her shirt in a small act of comfort, letting her know that this entire situation is doing nothing but working in her favour.  

“Ya know, it’s nice seeing something other than my Melissa’s classroom or the reception desk at this school for once,” Nonna says, almost speaking to herself. She looks around the room almost in awe, taking in the displays in various degrees of completion around the room.  

You follow her further in, Melissa hot on your tail behind you. She’s so close that you feel her almost walk straight into your back as you stop closer to the older woman, her once intimidating heels stuttering slightly on the wooden floor.  

“So, tell me,” Nonna begins, turning in place to face you, “What brought a girl like you to Philly? I know you’re not a local.” Her eyes twinkle as she asks, and you have a sneaking suspicion that she already knows the answer to her question from the tales her granddaughter has seemingly told her about you.  

“I just wanted a change,” you answer honestly. “I only thought I’d be here a couple years, but it’s been five and I can’t see myself leaving any time soon.” 

At your statement you hear Melissa sigh by your side. As your head turns to meet her gaze you see just how much it softened at your words. She knows just how much you love your job and the dedication you’re willing to put into making sure these kids make it. Year after year she’s been the one to help you draft lesson plans and mark countless piles of work over a mug of coffee in the teachers’ lounge, helping you when you feel slightly out of your depth in more ways than she could imagine. 

It’s only when she’s this close to your face that you can see the glittering of her lip gloss as she smiles slightly, her lips pulled together in a look that conveys so much softness.  

“Do you like Italian food?” Nonna asks, breaking the tense silence that has fallen between you. You feel the redhead beside you jump, both of you completely forgetting that her grandmother is just meters away from your little moment. You can’t answer quick enough, crying out for her approval and hoping that you can focus back from the incredible green eyes that are currently burning into the side of your head.  

“Oh yeah, I absolutely love an Italian,” you stutter out, “Can’t get enough.” 

You inwardly cringe at your words as you hear Melissa snicker by your side, Nonna’s eyes twinkling with amusement again. You hear a quiet “Bedda Matri” from Melissa through the giggles that shake her body.  

“I bet ya do,” Nonna says, her grin revealing her impossibly pearly white teeth. You can feel yourself getting warmer and you’re not sure if it’s from the stuffiness of your classroom and its broken windows or from the pure embarrassment radiating through your system. “You know, I taught Melissa everything she knows about Italian food. Maybe if you’re nice she’ll cook for you sometime.” 

Nonna’s eyebrows are raised as you turn to meet Melissa’s eyes, the older woman shrugging in your direction. It's nice to know you aren’t the only person completely lost in this conversation.  

“Oh, I know!” Nonna exclaims, making the pair of you jump yet again, “Melissa, how about you cook this nice girl the family baked ziti tonight? Say, 7 o’clock?”  

“Uh sure, if you don’t have anything on?” Melissa says, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion once again.  

“No no, I’m totally free,” you stammer, your cheeks matching the deep red of your co-worker's hair. “I’ve got your address too.” 

“Wonderful!” Nonna almost shouts, her shrill voice echoing off the semi-bare walls of your classroom. “You’re going to love it, trust me.” She says, throwing a wink your way.  

You don’t particularly want to admit that the smaller woman is, but you do love it. So much so that two years later you’re twirling around a dance floor in a lacy white dress, Melissa in a matching getup and shiny new diamond rings on your left hands. As Billy Joel croons the chorus of ‘Just the Way You Are’ from the speakers set up around the room, you hear a familiar voice chirp up from a table just out of reach of the dance floor.  

“You know, they would never have gotten together if I hadn’t practically knocked their heads together,” Nonna says, her voice carrying over the song as she explains her matchmaking services to Melissa’s Uncle Tony. You feel Melissa grin where her cheek rests against yours, your expression matching hers as you hear the older woman carry on. “I’m telling you now Anthony, this wedding wouldn’t even be happening if it wasn’t for me.”  

You feel Melissa begin to giggle where she stands, her hands resting against the lace at the small of your back, thumbs rubbing gently against the surface as you sway together. You hear Nonna carry on, adamant that the life you’ve built wouldn’t be possible if not for her, and as much as you don’t want to give her satisfaction, you both know she’s right.  

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[uhhhitsgray]

fic where astarion puts lipstick on u? ☺️ I feel like that could be super intimate

aksjdhfakdhf, anon please 😭 this is so cute, yes yes I write c:

~ wc: 2k, no warnings, this is just fluffy and cute. tav and astarion are already in a relationship. attempted to make this as gender neutral as possible, but I did throw in a few pretties (since astarion does say that in the game), a few darlings and he calls you gorgeous. astarion would call you all those things regardless of gender so I hope you're okay with that ❤ enjoy & and thank you for the prompt, this was a lot of fun!

You sigh as you look down at the metal tube in your hands defeated with the fact that you don’t think, or even know, how to properly apply lipstick. Up until arriving at Baldur’s Gate you never had the need to dress nicely. Of course your clothing choice was much more than just clothing, it was armor meant for protecting and not so much for looking good.

You had found this small shop on the outskirts of the city one evening. It didn’t cost a lot of gold, and you wanted to treat yourself. Though maybe you should have gone with something you were more familiar with instead, but you wanted to feel attractive; pretty even.

It was a peaceful evening at camp, the day hadn’t been taxing on the group luckily, just a few pesky thieves but nothing else major happened. Your tent was further away from the center of camp where the others were, you enjoyed the solitude that it provided giving your mind and body an opportunity to just breathe and relax. By the gods, you’d take that chance any time it arose. 

You had snuck away from the group while everyone was laughing and talking over the wine from the city. You so desperately wanted to try out this lipstick, but after several attempts and every pass looking worse than the previous your shoulders slumped in defeat, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You could also ask someone in camp, maybe Shadowheart or Isobel would know. You remember them both stating they’ve worn makeup before, shit, Isobel currently wears makeup. 

But admittedly you didn’t have that type of relationship with them. Of course you were fond of them, friends even, but close enough to ask for something like this? You weren’t sure you were that comfortable with them. Truth be told, you were only close with one person like that in your camp, the pale elf himself, Astarion. An odd person to ask possibly, has he ever worn makeup before – or lipstick even? You weren’t sure, but you weren’t sure if you even cared. 

He’d help you right?   

You shove the tube into your pocket, and head towards the campfire where you left him with the group. The light of the fire danced across his skin, washing warm hues across his pale skin. His rather white hair was highlighted in reds and oranges, his red irises reflecting the vermillion shades of the flames. He was laughing at something Gale was sputtering on about, a genuine smile on his face.

Truly beautiful. 

You step into the light of the fire, one arm crossed across your chest holding yourself close. Caging yourself off as if you’re too afraid to ask such a simple question from the man you adore. “Astarion.” 

Astarion’s attention is ripped away from Gale at the drop of his name, his name sounding like honey on your lips. He’d never get used to it. Warmth blossoms within his chest at the sight of you on the other side of the fire, “Yes, darling.” He smiles towards you, scooting himself over on the log he was sitting on, patting the wood for you to sit next to him. 

You smile at him, and make your way around the side of the fire, offering a small wave to the few people who were still at the campfire. You cross behind Astarion’s back, hand dragging across his shoulders. You lean down behind him, fingers dancing up the back of his neck into his hair. “Can I ask something of you, my love?” 

He leans back into your hand slightly still facing the fire as he answers. “Anything.” 

You kiss his cheek, it’s short and quick as your words mumble and stumble out of your mouth. “Can I ask you away from everyone else?” 

His body stiffens slightly, “Is everything okay?” Astarion turns towards you, his tone shifts in his question. Worry, and something similar to dread fills his eyes as he looks into yours. “Did… did I do something?” 

You offer him a soft smile, “Everything is fine.” You cup his cheek in the palm of your hand, thumb brushing across his fire warmed skin. “You didn’t do anything.” 

He swallows down the worry and dread as he leans into your palm. Astarion nods up at you, “Okay, darling. Where do you want to go?” 

You look past the fire in the direction of your tent, “Is my tent okay?” 

Astarion nods, standing up next to you. “Lead the way.” 

The fact that you wanted to ask Astarion to put lipstick on you was plaguing your mind. You were sure you were making this a bigger deal than it really was, it wasn’t that big of a deal to begin with. But by the gods, your mind was telling you that it was the absolutely worst thing that you could ask of this man. 

You slowly lead him back to your tent, your hand in his. The warmth of the fire still lingering on his skin, the cool evening breeze bringing a yin and yang sensation. “Now, darling, I’m dying to know what you wanted to ask.” 

You were second guessing yourself as you pulled the front of your tent open and allowed him and yourself to walk in. You take a deep breath, “I… I — uh.” You shake your head and take a few steps further into your tent. 

Astarion squeezes your hand, “You can ask me anything, you know that.” 

You sigh, letting go of his hand as you drag your fingers through your hair. “I know.” You look at him, the crimson irises carefully watching you. You start pacing the length of your tent. It’s not big by any means, just enough room for your bed roll, a small table and stool. But you were gonna pace it as much as you could, as much as the space would allow; trying as best as you could to allow your mind some room to think of the question at hand. 

“Darling.” 

You were biting your nails as you heard Astarion call for you. Your eyes search his, uncertainty lays heavy on your expression. “You can’t laugh at me, okay?” 

Astarion chuckles at that. You sweet, precious thing of his, he could never. “I wouldn’t dare laugh at you like that.”  

You nod, looking at the floor again. “So I uh – I bought something in the city the other day and I need help putting it on.” 

He raises an eyebrow to you, crossing his arms at his chest. “And what did you buy?” 

You stuff your hand into your pocket and pull out the metal tube, palm side up showing Astarion. Your eyes burn holes into your palm, embarrassment flushes your cheeks red. How stupid is this. 

You hear Astarion stepping forward, into your space. “Lipstick?” 

Your eyes dare to look at him, too scared to see the expression he has on his face. “Yeah, I don’t know how to properly apply it. I was trying earlier, but it kept looking all wrong and bad and Astarion, I just wanted to look pretty.” Your words come out of your mouth a little too quick, not giving your brain enough time to process before speaking. 

Astarion cups your cheek this time, a playful tone to his soft voice. “Oh darling,” He leans in and kisses your forehead. “You are always beautiful.” 

Your arms cross, pouting. “But I wanted to feel pretty.” Your eyes darted up to him for a second before they found the floor, “Wanted to be pretty for you.” 

“There isn’t a day where I don’t think you’re the most stunning person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He grabs the metal tube from your hand. “But I can put this on for you, if you so wish.” 

You smile at him, “Please.” 

He nods towards your stool, silently asking you to sit down. Your feet take you to the stool and you sit yourself down as Astarion opens the lid, a smile spreads on his face as he sees the color you purchased. It’s nothing flashy, a more mutual tone. Probably to not draw too much attention to yourself if he was to guess. “This color will look so pretty on those lips of yours.” 

“You think so?” 

Astarion steps in between your legs. One hand holds your chin, urging your head upwards so he can see you better. The other hand holds the lipstick carefully, twisted up just enough to be easily applied to your lips. “I know so.” 

Your hands land on the outside of his thighs, just holding his pants as you carefully watch him. His eyes flit to yours and linger for a second longer. “Don’t look at me like that, darling.” 

You smile at him, teasing, “Like what?” 

“Like you want to kiss me.” Crimson eyes drift down to your lips. 

“I always want to kiss you. Always want your lips on me, want them everywhere –.” 

Astarion squeezes your chin, “Behave yourself, sweetheart.” 

You giggle, smiling at him sweetly. “I always behave for you.” 

He cocks an eyebrow to you, a smile plays across his face, fangs exposed slightly in the light of your tent. “I would have to disagree.” His hand moves in slowly, carefully, as he presses the lipstick to your lips. Your eyes are locked onto his, though he isn’t looking at you anymore, you can’t help but just watch him in concentration. Trying his best, giving his best to you. 

He smiles as he pulls the lipstick away from your lips. “Gorgeous. This color suits you, darling.” He grabs your small mirror off the table next to you, flipping the mirror around for yourself to see. 

Your eyes widen at how well it’s applied, like he’s done it a million times. You move the mirror around better to see his work. Astarion was right, the color does suit your skin tone just perfectly. “Thank you Astarion. I – wow. Just how are you so skilled?” 

“Oh,” His eyes fall to the floor, you see his body freeze beyond your mirror as dread fills the pit of your stomach. 

Shit. 

You put the mirror face down on the table, standing quickly as horror washes over your face. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m sorry.”

Astarion shakes his head, and continues anyway. “I used to wear it to lure victims back to Cazador.” His voice is low, hurt as the words are hushed out. 

“I… I didn’t know that, I’m sorry for asking this of you.” 

“I didn’t expect you to, I’ve never told you that.” He shrugs his shoulders. 

“You didn’t have to.” Your nail digs into the palm of your hand, you feel horrible for asking such a thing. If you knew you would have never asked. 

Astarion’s hand reaches out for yours, fingers intertwined with yours. “I’d do anything for you, my love. It was in the past, the future will be better. Even the now is better.” 

You smile at him, "And I'd do anything for you. One day at a time, my love." You giggle, pressing up on your tiptoes as you kiss his cheek. You grin at the mark the lipstick left on his cheek. He laughs knowing you've left a mark on his cheek. "I love you, thank you Astarion." You kiss his lips soft and delicate, sure to be careful not to mess up his work. 

"I love you too, gorgeous. Shall we show our friends?" He takes your hand as the other opens your tent up, awaiting for you to follow him. 

You smile, “What about the mark on your cheek, you want to wipe it off before we go?”

Astarion laughs as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you close. “I’d wear any mark from you proudly, I’ll leave it.” His hand wraps around the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss. It’s warm, soft and caring; you’ll never get used to it. Or him for that matter. 

Your thumb brushes across his cheek, as you pull away from the kiss. You smile as his lips are slightly tinted the shade of your lipstick. “Alright, let’s go then.”

#astarion bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x reader #baldur's gate 3 #this dumb pointy eared vampire has me in a chokehold #this prompt was so fucking cute i screamed when i saw it #thank you for asking for this #i appreciate you sm

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A Winter Stroll

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (ft. baby Gabriella)

Short AU where you and Miguel take your baby Gabi for a stroll in the park while its cold. Pure romantic fluff.

Word count: 1992

‘Hey, are you sure she’s covered?’

You glanced up and watched your breath turn to smoke in the air, its haze obscuring the face now glancing down at you from above. You watched it dissipate.

Miguel was staring down at you, his gloved hands manically rubbing against each other as he tried to warm them up.

‘Hmm? You mean Gabi?’

You turned from your beloved partner to what you'd been pushing; a clean, padded purple stroller that you’d only just bought, currently carrying the most precious cargo in the world to you both.

Little Gabi peeked out from beneath her coverings, her big brown eyes blinking against the cold. You instinctively bent down to check on her.

‘Hey, baby girl. You okay?’

You’d decided to take a small break and go on a walk in the local park, just something to get Miguel out and about. He was usually so restless but since Gabi was born he’d been nearly bed bound, utterly fixed to her side. His favourite thing was to spoon you beneath the sheets in your shared bed while facing Gabi’s crib, watching the mobile spin as she gurgled and cooed, holding you all in his grip and never letting go. If he had the chance he’d do that until the end of time.

But you insisted he at least get some movement into his day, and so he’d agreed to this short stroll, not realizing just how chilly it still was.

It was the kind of cold you could smell. When you breathed in through the nose it stung just a little, and all you could really scent was the ice on the grass.

Because of this the park was almost empty, spare for one woman and her dog in the distance, and the trees were bare and dark. The sky was empty and blue, like a still ocean in a timeless void. The world had been coated in a kind of dull, muted sheen, a dreamlike dullness.

Everything was still, quiet, sleeping. The grass crunched underfoot, and your shoes made little echoing clacks on the hard pavement when you walked across it. There was no sound but the single chirping of a robin somewhere nearby.

It was serene, to you, but to Miguel it was a little bit terrifying.

‘Gabi’s fine’ you insisted, gently reaching down to show her. She was utterly bundled in blankets and was wearing her oversized little parka onesie in his favourite shade of purple, and the only thing you could see was her little nose and her big eyes. She was blinking slowly, too young to really see but too curious to sleep.

Miguel curled his lip, his brows knotting against his will. ‘Mm- let me, just, check her again, please? Mi tesoro?’

‘Oh Miggy, you—okay, okay. You check her all you want.’

You graciously stepped aside for him to bend over, and he did, though not before giving your cold nose a quick kiss. You giggled at his insistence.

The moment he got close to Gabi his face lit up. Those old, worn, tired lines seemed to melt away in her presence. He looked so much younger.

With her father now in her line of sight Gabi’s eyes suddenly locked on. She focused in on his face and warbled softly.

‘Hola, mi amor’ he whispered. Gabi garbled a little louder in response.

When he smiled his breath condensed around his bared fangs, a soft white mist that highlighted the pearly sheen of his teeth. You saw the little wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled, the sign of a man who was gleefully exhausted.

‘Ah, mi bebita. ¿Tienes frío?’

Gabi gurgled beneath her pile of blankets. She managed to get one tiny fist free but Miguel immediately tucked it back in, though he did pause to admire how small it looked in his own enormous hand. Her little fist barely covered his thumb.

‘Sweetheart, she can’t talk yet’ you gently reminded him. You bent until you were at the same height, gently easing him away from the object of his obsession. His eyes were wide beneath the stray locks of his hair, big and soft and red.

‘I- I know, that, but—’

‘Mhm. You always say you know, and yet, you just keep doing it.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, and despite his awkwardness he smiled back.

‘I just want to be sure she’s okay’ he whispered. With your smile still straining your cheeks you gently bumped your temple against his.

‘I know. But you know I want that too, right?’

‘Of course, mi tesoro! I wasn’t suggesting otherwise.’

‘Mhm. I know, but, consider, that constantly asking if she’s warm enough, it—’

You held out your hand to prompt him, and he begrudgingly shrugged. ‘It- sounds like I don’t trust you to do a good enough job.’

‘There you go. You know you’re very smart, you should be a scientist maybe. Have you thought about that?’

‘Aha, funny. Diablilla.’

You giggled as he gently clacked his fangs on your cheek.

‘You wanna keep going? We can turn back if you really want, in all honesty I don’t want to freak you out’ you said.

Miguel shook his head. ‘No, no, you’re right. She’s fine. You know best, as always.’

‘Oh my god- you big suck up’ you teasingly chided.

‘Mhm. Happily. The most beautiful creature in the world’ he said, his finger lightly brushing your cheek. You snorted in reply.

‘I don’t know about that. My- nose is running into my scarf, and my hair—’

Your list of complaints was stifled as Miguel put a single finger to your lips, smooshing them shut. With his gaze fixed on your's he then gently pulled up his sleeve and wiped your nose clean.

‘Beautiful’ he repeated, without a shadow of doubt or hesitation.

Despite the cold, you felt your body burning up.

‘Alright, you—come on, let’s go’ you said, trying to cover how coy you’d suddenly gotten. Miguel hid his smug smile at having very much already noticed it.

With his fears now quelled you both pulled back and continued walking, with your hands on the stroller and Miguel’s arm around your waist. He squeezed you tight to his side. Your head was squished against his pec beneath his jacket, and the woven material was soft against your cold skin. You relished the feeling.

‘Do you think it’s likely to snow soon?’ Miguel asked as you rounded the corner to the pond. You noticed that a light sheen of ice was covering the water.

‘Mm- if I had to give an educated guess… Probably?’ You hunched both shoulders as you weight the option with both hands.

‘Mm. I can’t wait till she’s older. It’ll be so nice to take her out when she can enjoy the snow’ Miguel said with a dreamy sigh.

‘Oh my god- I’m sorry, did you just said you can’t wait till she’s older?’

Your scoffing drew Miguel’s eyes back to you. He looked surprised. ‘Hm? Yes. Why, is that, strange?’ he asked.

‘For you? The man who almost cried when she didn’t fit into her very first onesie, the one she was put into when she was born? Yeah, it’s strange.’

‘Hey, don’t be mean. That’s different’ he insisted.

‘No, no it's not. You’re going to lament her getting older at every turn.’

‘Well- that's natural, isn't it? She’s just so- small’ he objected, trying his best to seem stoic while clearly whining. You felt his claws coming out as he squeezed you a little closer. ‘She’s my baby.'

‘And she’ll be your baby whether she’s one month old, or one year old, or thirty years old, or- god, eighty years old, you big soppy idiot’ you lightly teased, raising one hand to grab his thickset jaw. You squished his cheeks with your thumb and fingers and shook him until he chuckled.

‘Okay. Okay. Point taken. But I mean it, it’ll be nice to see if she enjoys the snow’ Miguel said.’

‘Oh it’ll be great. I bet she’ll be a real wild card, I think she’ll like snowball fights. She’ll beat our asses some day.’

‘You think so?’

‘Oh I KNOW so, she’s her father’s daughter. A menace.’

‘Menace? No, not my bebita, she’s itty bitty’ Miguel insisted. You just kept giggling.

‘Mm, no, nope, no, menace. Little menace.’

You bent and gently waved your fingers on Gabi’s cheeks as she cooed, a sound that never failed to melt your heart.

‘Menace’ you repeated affectionately. ‘Our little menace.’

For a little while longer you enjoyed the cold in peace and quiet. You were comfortable being quiet with Mig, or by letting your actions speak for you. Every little bump of your head into his bicep, every squeeze of his hand, each time he silently checked if your nose was close and subsequently kissed it. That was all enough.

But as you rounded towards the end of your walk, that silence ended.

‘Hey, I uh—’

Miguel coughed to catch your attention, drawing you to look at him again. He was avoiding your gaze now, which you found a little odd, with his free hand gently rubbing his jaw.

‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Of course, beautiful man. You go right ahead.’

You returned to watching the pathway ahead as you waited for Miguel to speak. He coughed a second time to pluck up his courage, a sight that was strange for such an imposing man.

‘Ah- can—can we have another one?’ he whispered.

You almost tripped over your own feet in shock.

‘Ah, shit— sweetheart, are you okay?!’ Miguel moved fast to stabilize you that his claws expanded. You shot him an incredulous look.

‘Mig- Miguel, she is three months old!’ you hissed. ‘What do you mean another one?!’

‘I just meant, you’re- you make such beautiful babies’ he whispered, his voice as low as possible while remaining just as intense as if he’d shouted. You felt your whole body tingle at the unexpected softness.

‘And Gabi looks so lonely, you know, she—’ Miguel was stumbling on his words as you put your hands to your hips. ‘You just- beautiful babies, really, just the most- beautiful. She's so perfect. And she looks lonely.’

‘My god, what a compelling argument’ you said drolly, though you could feel yourself already smiling. ‘I don’t know though, it’s been a while. You might be out of practise for making more.’

You savoured the little spark in his eyes, the gleam of red that brightened his gaze. It was an intrinsic curiosity, a deep-rooted hunger for one specific thing.

‘Mhm. Mhm. Well- I’d, have to prove you otherwise then, wouldn’t I?’ he whispered back. You hated how quickly you melted at his husky voice.

‘You would’ you said, leaning in closer. You held him there, with those narrowed eyes and that eager smile, before bringing him down with a gently clap to the chest. ‘You would, if we didn’t have a literal newborn.’

‘Oh, mi tesoro—’

‘Come on dummy, let’s get home’ you said, your voice firm even though you were still smiling. ‘If she falls asleep when we get in, I might be able to make time for a quick shower. You know, to get warm again.’

The way Miguel arched his neck the moment you said ‘shower’ never failed to amuse you. He certainly looked extra large beneath all that padded clothing.

‘Mm… Okay. Deal.’

To your surprise, Miguel then quickly swooped the stroller out of your hands and began pushing Gabi home, all while cooing at her over the rim.

‘Shh, you’re feeling sleepy, aren’t you bebita? ¿Estás cansada? ¿Si?’

As Miguel resorted to singing lullabies you were forced to jog slightly to catch up with him, your panted breath billowing clouds of smoke around your flustered face.

Sadly, while Miguel did get that shower, you were both too cold to indulge in anything but huddling together like sad penguins, and jealously hogging the water as much as you could.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spider man 2099 #gabi o'hara #gabriella o’hara #dad miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara au #miggy fluff #miggy fic #gn reader #fluff fic

[judithan-fr]

Tutorial: How I Render Accents

PART 2: COLORS

I usually do not recommend 'pixel hunting' aka going over your work with a fine tooth comb and picking out stray pixels to erase. However, for setting up a proper base layer for accents it is imperative to do so.

To explain my method of color blocking: I select everything outside of the lines, invert that selection, then fill in. This does a more accurate job than going into each and every section and filling them all in individually, and is also significantly faster. Only downside is small sections like above where you can see bits of the green (which I use bright green against a dark grey background to contrast the base color, lines, and background) poking out, as well as the inner section where it filled in a spot I did not want filled in. Getting all of this right in this stage will make your life easier as you go. (It's also the method I use to color block all my work, even beyond accents)

Now this where my style of rendering color may come off intimidating and, tbh it might be. I do gradients first and then I color over them with "normal" blend layers. I typically don't use multiply layers unless I'm shading something that has a lot of textures. If this scares you, it's okay I'll keep walking you through it. Here, my gradient goes from a pastel but deep periwinkle, to a soft more cyan blue, then to a lighter pastel green. Skipping steps and going from the periwinkle to green will give it a different look. There's also hints of a pinkish tone as an accent color.

So as I said, these additional layers are done with regular "normal" blend mode layers. I've placed one in between the butterfly line art and the line art for the rest of the flowers, and then an additional layer under everything else. This allows me to create a glow effect specifically around the butterflies, and then specifically under the flowers. Going back and forth with the proper amount of opacity (by using the airbrush transparently) helps to make it glow but not be Too Loud. Also checking it against a dark background can help to check for spots where it spills past the borders, as well as really gauge how Bright it is. I've also color matched the butterflies with the flower pits and the bulbs. This adds extra cohesion and makes them all look uniform but different enough with the gradients.

The stages of how I render gems/dew drops. Take the base color, make it a bit darker and less saturated (as well as changing the hue a bit depending on what the default color is. For yellows I go more orange/red, for blues I go more purple or even pink. It depends), add a small drop light at the bottom thats a fairly saturated version of the base color, and then a stark white/ near white highlight. That's it. Don't over complicate it, it will not matter when it gets shrunk down. Note that I do not use multiply/overlay/screen layers for these types of things as it adds too much bulk to the files and doing it manually helps to strengthen your color theory skills.

For shading and rendering, again, I create a "normal" layer and simply. Draw over what exists. Color picking and hand blending allow me to create the exact shades and effects that I want that multiply/screen/overlay layers may not be able to achieve. (which isn't to say I dont use them! i just don't use them for the main meat and potato part of my coloring) All of what is shown here is also achieved with the CSP asset SOIPEN (which can be found for free in the asset store)

another example. The one on the right is showing how the layer looks without the gradient base layer under it. All of this is rendered by hand. I also specifically put a highlight color around where the butterfly is sitting to give a better illusion that it is properly sitting on the flowers rather than just in front of them.

Next is changing the color of the lines, if needed. A method i'll use is I color just the sections I want (on a separate clipping layer) then lock that layer's alpha setting to them add in a gradient. It's a small and subtle effect that adds more depth without doing a lot of effort. (work smarter not harder)

Now we get to the Polish Layers!

first image is how it looks as a base. second image is with an overlay layer applied. I've used some dark purples and mid tone desaturated greens to push the values a bit further (especially evident on the top left wing) Third image is with a screen layer applied, highlighting the inner most part of the flowers and adding some additional bounce light.

An important thing to note about making accents vs making full coverage skins: OPACITY AND LAYER TYPES MATTER OVER TRANSPARENT SPOTS. What I mean by this is that if you use a soft, light grey to shade with a multiply layer, don't clip it to anything, and have it go outside the lines - that will no longer appear as a 'shadow' when it comes to the final result. Instead you will have a section of soft light grey that is simply laid on top of whatever the image under it is. The same applies for overlay/screen/add layers and so on. If i use a very dark color on a screen layer (to give a soft highlight) and airbrush it over a bunch of stuff and don't clip it, it will end up with this horrible dark splotch over everything that isn't opaque. To this end, mastering normal layers is imperative to having well rendered and convincing accents.

Another thing of note: when it comes to sparkles/small details, note how 'large' the sparkles behind the butterflies are. They seem a bit chunky, yeah?

this is what they look like at proper size. If anything, I could have gone larger on the small metal beads connecting the dew drop jewels to the lace.

Another trick I also like to do is this:

a slight hint of transparency! It's just enough to let the dragon's lines underneath show through but not enough to be super noticable. I like to do this a lot when it comes to sparkly and magical effects.

Next is the worst part of all: destroying all that beautiful hard work with the shadow and line art layers! (sobbing)

This stage always agonizes me. This is my first pass of the shadow/line layers and let's hope it's dark enough.

But yeah that's a start to finish look at how I create my accents. Unfortunately a lot it devolves into needing to know, yknow, line weight and silhouette importance, color theory and the ways that drawing applications actually apply color to a png vs how its rendered in app. All of these things impact the finesse of the accent, and are things you do have to learn gradually over time, but hopefully this has given yall some additional insight and perhaps some helpful tips.

And this should also explain why I get so mad when people go 'hey can I get this accent in another color' no! no you literally can't!

#flight rising #dragon share #my accents #custom umas #user made accents #fr fae

[beamtori]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭

implied fwb!ji changmin x afab!reader

1.9k words, smut (minors dni), piv sex, porn w/o plot, switch dynamics but changmin leans dom, so much dirty talk 💀, biting hard enough to draw blood, edging, kissing, swearing, overstimulation (f. receiving), fingering/cumplay, pet names (baby, sweetheart, hot stuff, good girl, etc.), aftercare is dinner lol, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bro), low-key manhandling, it's kinda just... filth tbh (im on my period, sue me), CHANGMINS A LITTLE SHIT

a/n: this is the most self-insert i have ever self-inserted :l if it's awful, blame the brainrot!

"This has got to be a world record."

You rolled your eyes as you walked into his apartment, pointedly ignoring the smug smirk on his face and the arms exposed by sleeves rolled to his shoulders. "Do you want to get laid or not?"

Ji Changmin closed his front door, tongue poking his cheek, but it did nothing to conceal his smile. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "How many red lights did you run?"

Heat rose to your neck and you scowled. "I'm literally going to walk out the door right now."

"Try me, sweetheart."

So maybe you had dropped everything to get here when he sent you that blatantly obvious thirst trap photo, but you were thirsty; what could you say? It was a fucking shame he knew your weakness.

"Aww," he cooed, taking the few steps to meet you. He gently grabbed your chin in one hand and jutted his bottom lip outward. "Don't pout, baby. You know it'll only make me wanna kiss you."

You licked your bottom lip. "I get to draw blood, then we'll call it even."

There was a gleam in his eyes, the one that first got you addicted to falling into this man's bed. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

This was what you meant by drawing blood.

Changmin's moans filled the room, his breathless, desperate "ah, ah, ah"s would engrave themselves into your flesh like you nipped at the skin on his neck. You could taste the iron in your mouth, dark and sticky, red staining your teeth and your lips as you kissed and lapped at the wound. Each bite would bloom his favorite shade of purple by morning. Your forearms braced against the bed sheets on either side of his head, your knees growing sore from the steady rocking of your hips.

Flesh stuck to flesh, his hands grappled at your body to hold on for dear fucking life as you rode his cock and marked his pretty canvas of a body for your own. Sweat glistened, further highlighted by the warm glow of the lamp on the nightstand.

"Baby, baby, baby—" he babbled as his hand buried itself in your hair to pull you out from his neck, "—tight. Oh fucking hell, you're tight. C'mere."

He caught your kiss, his blood smearing across his own lips. You licked him clean as always, humming against him as he spoke through the earnestness.

You suddenly pulled away from him and braced your hands on his pecs. The view from this angle was enough to make you clench: Changmin splayed beneath you, lips and neck bruised appropriately, a dazed glaze over his dark eyes, sweat making his skin shine. "Oh, look at you," you purred, giving him an indulgent roll of your hips.

Changmin gritted his teeth, hand clutching your thigh and inching higher. "You don't move, sweetheart, and I'll move for you," he smiled thinly and backed his statement up with a firm spank of your ass.

You lurched forward in surprise; his chuckle filled the room.

"I have power, too, you know."

"Okay, hot stuff," you huffed, brushing your hair from your eyes. "You realize you could have flipped us over a long time ago, right?"

A smirk-like grin curled onto his lips, devilish and enough to make you squeeze around him again. "I know. But you looked like you were having fun up there, princess. Plus, your tits look so good like this."

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a dude."

"Yn, I sent you a thirst trap to get you into bed with me like, an hour ago; now you're calling me a dude?"

You sighed, sitting upright, warming his cock. "True."

"Baby. Sweetcheeks. Apple of my eye—"

"Hm?"

"As much as I love that you're just sitting on my cock like your throne," he drawled, "I wanna make you cum as many times as you ran red lights."

"I didn't run any red lights—"

You squealed, your world twisting and your back hitting the sheets. Changmin grinned from over you, one large hand palming your right boob.

You were breathless. He leaned down to devour your mouth. A trail of spit clung between your lips when he pulled away for a second. "So what you're saying is you want me to edge you?" He husked, tongue swiping along his bottom lip, his eyes shining with a dark glimmer.

Genuine fear spiked through your heart. "Ji Changmin, I swear to god—"

He gave one powerful thrust, and you clung onto him as your swear melted into a whine. "The government name? Only good girls get to cum, Yn-ie. Be a good girl, hm, and moan for me."

You dug your fingernails into his back as he drove his cock into you so hard you could see stars circling. He swallowed all of the pretty, desperate noises coming out of your mouth with his own. You arched your front into him, hips lifting slightly to meet him until his hip bone smashed against you.

"That's it," he grunted, kissing you as your high approached and his thumb grounded into your puffed up clit. "Take my cock so well; fuck—me—"

You were so close, and you nodded to what he said—nodded so desperately as you dragged your nails down his back and chased that high like a fucking dog—

Everything stopped.

"You want dinner?"

He was leaning over you to grab his phone off the nightstand, the light making the sweat dripping down his chest glisten like liquid pearl. His cock was still inside you, but you could feel the impending tightening of your orgasm slowly deflating.

Your blood pressure spiked. "What the fuck, Changmin?"

He tried to hide his smile. Tried. He sat over you as he opened a food delivery app and showed you the screen. "They've got that new Hawaiian restaurant and that fried chicken place you like."

"You are such an asshole." You draped your arm over your eyes, pussy clenching around him as if that alone could get you back to bliss.

You felt him shift, and then he was laughing fondly, removing the arm from over your eyes and pressing kisses to your face. "Aw, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know you were close; just wanted to tease you a little bit."

You glared. "You're fucking evil."

He grinned. "Clearly you like that." He kissed a trail from your nose down to your ear, murmuring, "Like calls to like."

You bit your lip and tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Please, can I cum?" You didn't know where it came from, but you knew he wouldn't resist the pleading, because as he had said, like called to like.

A kiss right below your ear. "Well, aren't you sweet when you're desperate? Whatever you want, baby."

You sighed as he brought his lips back up to yours—thank fuck. One of his hands curled lightly around the side of your neck, the other wrapping around your right thigh to hike your leg up. His cock dragged through you at a slightly different angle, and you squirmed, hands clinging onto his shoulders and back.

"You wanna cum, baby? I'll give you what you want."

He groaned into your neck, teeth nipping at the skin there like he was grounding himself. Cock bullying into you, hand around your neck, the pressure so sweet and delicious. You were going start seeing things, your throat was losing breath as you begged for sweet, sweet fucking mercy.

Changmin suckled on the joint between neck and collarbone. "So good for me, huh?—dropped everything to see me—" He moaned into you, the sound urging you over the edge.

"Changmin," you cried out desperately. Closecloseclose, oh my god, you were close. "Changmin, baby, please. I'm so close—fuck."

Sweat dribbled down the slope of his nose as he hovered over you and continued to fuck you through until you were leaping over that cliff of pleasure—literally throwing yourself—thighs shaking in his grasp. You let out a loud whine when he didn't stop moving inside you; he was still rock hard and he locked your ankles at the base of his back to curve his cock up into you.

You clawed at him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"My good girl can give me another, can't she?" His nose nudged against yours, a sharp contrast to the obscene sound of his balls slapping against your skin and the wet squelches of his thrusts. "Came all this way just for me…"

He brought his hand away from your neck to draw brutal circles around your clit, desperate to feel you clench around him again. His eyebrows creased, coaxing another orgasm out of you as he chased his own.

"Changmin," you stammered.

"Gonna come for me?"

"Yes," your breath came out in a delirious pant, pussy deliciously overstimulated. "Gonna come, gonna come, Changmin."

You were quivering around him again, incoherent thoughts half-babbled and half-moaned. The tension in your belly was mounting faster and faster now, and you could feel Changmin's thrusts getting sloppier. The tension snapped, and you drowned in it. You cried as you clung onto Changmin's form and he stilled, emptying out ropes of warm cum into you and making you squirm again.

As you both came down from your highs, he pressed his lips to the sides of your neck, eyes closed in a blissful daze. "Fuck, I owe you dinner for that. Shit."

You shifted uncomfortably as he slowly pulled out of you. "I did bite a chunk out of your neck," you exhaled. Both yours and his eyes wandered down to where your bodies met, your folds a mess of your combined fluids.

You saw him lick his lips, eyes glued to your cunt. "Earth to Changmin," you chuckled, poking his dimple.

His eyes shot to you for a moment before he was dipping his finger into the mess, swirling the cum around and pushing it back into you.

You mewled. "Dude," you shivered as the girth of his fingers filled you.

"You did not just call me dude when I'm pushing my cum back inside you," he grinned, crawling back over you and sealing off any chance at a response by kissing you. Your hips pushed into his hand, grinding against his finger. "Mmh, greedy."

You playfully pushed him off you. "Off, Changmin."

He laughed, but obliged, pulling away and helping you sit up. He took his cum-soaked finger and stuck it in his mouth to clean it. "Okay, but for real, do you want dinner?"

You grimaced as you moved yourself onto your knees to shuffle over to him and inspect the nasty little bite you left on him. "Dinner sounds good. Whatever you want." You frowned and gave the blooming bruise an experimental poke.

Changmin hissed low under his breath while he perused the delivery app on his phone. His hair stuck up in weird places and he ran a hand through it. "Whatever I want?"

"I did a number on you," you muttered. "Lemme clean it up so it doesn't get infected."

"It's all good, sweetheart; I got it. Just sit and rest." He shoved his phone into your lap and disappeared into the bathroom before you could object. You found a comfortable position against his headboard and decided on a place you knew the both of you would like.

From the bathroom, you could hear his whistle. "I'm almost sorry I have to cover this one up," he marveled, inspecting the bite mark. "If you hadn't drawn blood, I could leave it out for people to see."

Your heart leapt. "So people know you're sleeping with a vampire?" You joked half-heartedly.

"Well, sure," he mused. But he turned his head to send you a wink. "But also so people know I'm taken."

a/n: the ending is for ME, OKAY? :')))

tbz m.list

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[augustjustice]

Second in Line (aka Blake Harrington fic), 2/?

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Part 1

The telltale sound of footsteps echo again from inside the apartment, approaching the door.

“Eds? What is it?”

The voice rings out before Blake can see him, and a second later, he’s sliding into the doorway beside ‘Eds’ despite the tight space, one shoulder on the frame and his hip pressed firmly up against the other man’s.

Blake feels his heart speed up in his chest. 

The man now standing before him has on a red Chicago Bulls sweatshirt, so faded it looks almost pink. Despite the cold outside, he’s wearing light wash, cutoff jean shorts at a length that would earn a dirty look from Blake’s father, and thick white baseball socks that are pulled up over his calves. His hair is floppy, not as long as Eds’ but curling over his ears and brushing the back of his neck–unkempt, Blake can practically hear the derision in his mother’s voice–and a shade or two lighter than Blake’s own, sun-kissed blonde highlights shimmering in it. 

He squints down at Blake through thick-rimmed glasses, his brow furrowing in obvious confusion and…

…There they are. His mother’s honey-coated brown eyes peer back at him.

“Who’s this?” he asks.

When the man turns his head to look at ‘Eds,’ Blake catches a flash of white, so small and subtle he almost missed it entirely.

His brother’s got a single pearl earring, shining in the lobe of his right ear.

Eds gives a shrug of one shoulder, the twitch of his lip seeming to hint he’s repressing an amused smile. His eyes swivel between the pair of them, from Steve to Blake then back again, taking it all in.

"Sweetheart, why don't you ask the little dude his name?" 

When Steve turns to him again, Blake feels an uncanny sense of déjà vu, like he’s looking into a mirror, or being reintroduced to a family friend he met when he was too small to remember. 

“What’s your name, buddy?” Steve asks dutifully. 

“Blake,” Blake stutters out nervously, having lost all of the decorum he managed to hold onto when introducing himself to Eds, “–Harrington.”

Eds and Steve’s heads turn towards each other in unison, perfectly in sync. Blake feels an inexplicable stab of jealousy at that, the way the pair of them move in tandem. It speaks to a familiarity that runs bone-deep.

“...Holy shit,” Steve murmurs, running a hand up through his hair.

Eds nods in agreement. 

“Yeah, babe. What can I tell you? This one’s a doozy.” 

Then he opens the door a bit wider, all while Steve continues to stare into the middle distance of the hallway.

“You’ll have to forgive Stevie here–he’s usually more of the Suzy Homemaker type than me, but, uh…you’re gonna have to give him a second, on this one, I think.” Hooking his arm easily into Steve’s own, Eds tugs the pair of them backwards, then gives a flourishing bow. “So come into our humble abode, young traveler. Sit a spell, and spin your tale for us.”

The two men back away from the doorway completely, then, giving Blake room to cross the threshold. 

He does.

And it’s a small thing, really, but it feels big. Because, for the first time in his life, he’s stepping out of his parents’ wealthy, polished world…and into his long lost brother’s.

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@zerokrox-blog, @just-super-fucking-gay, @justanother-anon, @aphrobites

I did my best to tag people who expressed interest in being on the tag list when I wrote the first part of this. However, I recognize that was back in December, so if you're on this tag list and would like to be removed, please feel free to let me know! I understand it's been a while and people have moved fandoms, etc. My apologies also if I missed anyone, and if you would like to be added, tell me and I'll be happy to tag you going forward!

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[ryuichirou]

can you pretty pretty please with extra sprinkles on top drop the speedpaint for your most recent rookvil art? i wanna see how you did vils pretty dress and everything else cause its all so beautiful

I am so happy you like how it looks!! I would love to make a speedpaint, but unfortunately, I didn’t record it + the base for the drawing was actually done traditionally with a pencil. A lot of my drawings are done this way, actually…

Even though I can’t drop the speedpaint, I’ll do the next best thing and explain my process for this specific drawing step-by-step. It’s actually not that complicated!

Here is how the sketch looked initially. As you can see, I shaded the dress very crudely; in fact I was kind of upset with how the dress looked at this stage. Ironically, I ended up not doing much to the pencil shading, and it still turned out okay somehow?? Anyways, the first thing I did was to prep the sketch for the colouring stage: I adjusted the contrast, fixed Vil’s face, and erased some dirt and imperfections.

Then I create a new layer, set it to Multiply (this way I can colour the sketch without disturbing it, as if I was just colouring a digitally done lineart) and do a base colour layer. There is a gradient in Vil’s hair and Rook’s belt buckle, but other than that, all the colours are flat at this stage.

Before doing all the shading needed for this sketch, I add details such as makeup and tights. If you want to know how I did these, let me know, but I basically looked at a tutorial once and then simplified it lol

Now, the dress.

To be completely honest, there isn’t any proper technique to what I did, everything is always just trial and error and an hour of me going “does that look good? NO IT DOESN’T >:(“ until both Katsu and I are satisfied. This time I was lucky, because it didn’t take very long, and the “solution” was pretty simple.

Starting with the base colour. I turned off the sketch layer to show that it is indeed completely purple. And it looks kind of bright at this point, almost too bright even, especially considering that the dress is supposed to be mostly black, or at least dark purple. But bear with me.

Next I added some highlights (new layer, set on Overlay or Screen, depending on what looks best). Usually I would add the shades first, but I wanted to make the fabric look more “shiny”, you know, the type of fabric that would reflect the floor and make this highlight under the boob lol.

And after that I just went ahead and added black gradient (on a new Layer) from the bottom of the dress to make it look darker, silkier and a little bit more interesting for the eye. I erased some parts of the gradients as you can see, because it looked too dark on the highlighted parts… could’ve just placed the black gradient layer under the highlights layer and saved myself a headache, but hey, where is the adventure in that.

Finally, it turned out looking like this. It looks better than it used to look like initially, but there is one more thing to do. We don’t get to do this one too often, so it always excited both Katsu and me: THE SPARKLES!! Somehow, making the dress sparkly makes everything much better.

How do I do the sparkles: I use the star brush… or was it a snow brush? I use this brush when I draw both of these things lol + when I draw anything sparkly. I would’ve given you this specific one, but I don’t really remember where I got it from, and I honestly think that any starry or snowy brush would work wonderfully as long as the specs are small enough.

After that is done, I just shade the rest of the drawing. Nnew layer set on Multiply, the shading is done with darker purple/red + darker blue, whatever looks better on any particular material: the skin really likes warmer colours, but Rook’s suit looked bad with red shades, so I adjusted it to blue.

And here is the post where I talk about how I colour hair! Good thing I already wrote that one, this post is getting long lol

And the last step is to add details. The original sketch was done in a rather small (smaller than A6) sketchbook, so I couldn’t draw all the details like Vil’s earrings and stuff properly. Basically I just paint on a separate layer on top of everything.

And there you have it! I hope it makes sense, please let me know if you have questions.

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[monster-disaster]

[succubus] Irina

succubus!Irina x human!Reader Good to know: cheating, but it doesn't really feel like cheating because it's mostly porn

Summary: Irina helps you relax when you visit her because of your wedding dress.

The location. A plan B if it rains. The guests. The seating plan. Three versions of them. Your aunties are as far away from each other as possible. The bridesmaids and their dresses. Something not ridiculous. The food and the drinks. Vegan too. The cake. White with chocolate filling. The music. The decorations. Flowers. And even more flowers.

and, and, and

And your wedding dress. A white one with lace details and a bit of shine. A strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline and A-line silhouette. The length is long but not that long. It has to highlight everything you love about yourself and hide anything else. And a veil. You already have one. It was your mother's and grandmother's and so on. A family tradition.

Everything else can wait one day. Your shoes. The jewelry. Your makeup and your hair. Your nails. And the things that can go wrong on the big day.

The back of your head already throbs when you step into the shop. The familiar pain pulls your brows into a frown and your lips into a grimace. Your fingers around the strap of your bag tighten. The door behind you closes with a thud, muffling out the noises of the city.

"Long week?" The question comes from the other side of the shop. "Long months," you correct her with a heavy sigh.

Your gaze settles on the woman. Her deep, cherry-red skin stands out among the soft and light colors of the dresses around her. Her black hair is pulled into a neat bun at the top of her head, between the horns that are spiraling upwards. They are a few shades darker than her skin.

"They say marriage is easier than planning a wedding," she says. "I don't believe them." You laugh. "I don't either." As you get closer, you let your bag fall on the couch in front of the huge mirror that hides the back of the shop. "Come," Irina says with a wave of her hand. "Your dress is ready." "Great," you sigh again, following her obediently to help you into the dress. "If I gained weight, I will cry." The succubus laughs. The sound is deep and sultry. "Don't worry," Irina replies. "I have tissues and a few bottles of champagne."

Irina helps you with the dress, adjusting the soft fabric around you until it feels like a second skin on your upper body. It pushes up your chest and highlights the curve of your waist. The skirt falls around your legs in soft pleats.

"How does it feel?" She asks. "I can change a few things if you want to." Your hands smooth down on the skirt around your waist. "It feels okay." "Do you want to see yourself?" After you nod, she grabs the back of your skirt to help you go out to the mirror. Your gaze lands on your own reflection immediately. The shiny details around your waist glint under the bright lights. The lace is just enough to make the dress more special, but you don't feel like a kitschy meringue in it. "What is it?" Irina asks after a few seconds while you stare at yourself silently. "What's wrong?" You shake your head. "Nothing," you reply. "Nothing is wrong. The dress is perfect." "Then?" "I'm just so tired," you tell her, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before your attention turns back to the mirror again. "But it's really perfect, Irina. I love it." "You look beautiful." A smile tugs on your lips. "I am," you reply, grinning. "My tits never looked better." Her laugh sends shivers down your spine. It vibrates through your body and stops between your legs. Your breath gets stuck in your lungs at the sudden feeling. "That's true," she agrees. Her gaze is heavy on your cleavage. "I have a necklace you could try on." Not finding your voice, you nod, watching her disappear and come back a moment later with a flat box in her hands. When the box opens, your eyes widen. "Oh." The necklace is beautiful with white and silver colors. "Should I?" She asks, and you nod again.

When Irina steps behind you, the air changes within a moment. You don't even recognize it at first. You are too busy watching the necklace falling on your chest, following the slope of your cleavage. The glinting of the small diamonds matches your dress. Irina's fingers are warm on the back of your neck. Her long fingers graze your skin.

"It really looks good on you," she says, stepping closer. One of her hands lands on your waist while the other one slips in front of you, playing with the necklace on your chest. The feeling of her nails surges goosebumps all around your body. Your lips open, but no sound escapes your throat.

The succubus feels everything you go through. Your scent is heavy in the air, filling her senses with desire and need. You are sweet and seductive. Her chest raises with a deep breath. "Gods, Anne," she groans. "You smell…" You can feel her nose running across the curve of your neck and shoulder. "Irina," you groan, closing your eyes. Every nerve in your body is on edge. Your skin is sensitive. Her touch burns and makes you forget everything else. It's just you and her in the shop. You look like a princess in your wedding dress while she is the temptation herself. And you don't remember how to say no to her.

"You are so tense," she states, massaging your shoulder for a few seconds. You can feel your muscles melting under her hands. Your posture relaxes, and you almost fall back against her body. "Let me help you," Irina says next to your ear. Her voice is quiet and sultry. Heat spreads across your cheeks, going down on your chest. Your desire for her throbs in the air. The succubus feeds on everything you give her. "Please," your answer is airy and pleading. Your eyes are still closed, so you don't see the woman's lazy smile as she watches your pair in the mirror.

For a few seconds, nothing happens. The only things you can hear in the quiet shop are the rapid beating of your heart and your ragged breathing. Irina's finger runs up and down on the slope of your cleavage, disappearing under the neckline of your dress and coming back to your collarbone. Your whole body buzzes under her soft touch.

Then you hear the sound of the zipper, and the dress around you loosens. Your chest heaves as you take a deep breath. "Was it too tight?" Irina asks, her palms on your arms, moving up and down on your soft skin. "No," you shake your head, opening your eyes. "The dress is perfect, Irina," you tell her again. "I couldn't imagine anything better." A proud smile flashes on her face before her attention turns back to the reflection of the two of you. Her expression changes, and all of a sudden, you feel like prey. Irina's eyes glint with something that scares and excites you at the same time. Anticipation stretches in your chest. "I couldn't either," she hums, tugging on the dress easily until it pools around your legs, leaving you just in your panties. The necklace still shines on your chest. Her eyes rake over your body, pausing on your breasts and between your legs. Another quick tug and the small fabric hiding your center from her hungry eyes follow the path of your dress too. "Gods," she groans. "You are so pretty." "Irina," you whisper her name, letting your head fall to the side to give her more space on your neck. Her lips brush over every sensitive spot that makes you shiver. "So delicious," she groans. The sound trembles inside you. Your thighs clench for some friction. The succubus slips her arms under yours, palming your sides until she reaches your breasts. She gropes your chest, playing with the weight of your tits. Your hard nipples peek out between her fingers. Her hold tightens around them. "Fuck" you cry helplessly when she tugs on your nipples, and you can feel it in your pussy. The apex of your thighs glints with your juices. Your panties are soaked. Totally ruined. "So soft," she says. "I could eat you up, Anne." "Do it," you tell her. "Please, Irina." Her smile is smug and satisfied. The air is hot and sweet around you. She can almost feel your taste on the tip of her tongue. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" She asks. One of her hands smooths down on your stomach. Your legs open up on their own. "Yes," you reply, watching her fingers disappear between your thighs. Her touch is a shock to your system. It strikes through your body. "Yesyesyes." Your head falls back on her shoulder. Your eyelids feel heavy as you watch the mirror. Your wetness coats her fingers as her fingertips slide through your folds, opening you up and grazing your clit. Your hips jerk, begging for more.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you shouldn't do this. In a few weeks, you will be married to someone else. You will be a wife. You should stop and leave. It was not in your plans for today.

Irina's finger finds your entrance. Teasing and torturing you.

But how could you stop? Your mind is hazy and empty. The only thing that reaches you through the fog is her spicy scent, her burning touch, and the small kisses on your neck.

"So hot, Anne," she breathes on your skin. "You burn my fingers." "I'm sorry." She laughs. "Don't. I love it. I want to put my tongue here." Her fingers pull back to your clit, drawing small circles on the sensitive bud. "I want to taste you here." She slides lower, spreading your wetness on your skin even more. "And fuck you with my tongue here." The only thing that keeps you on your feet is her arm around your torso. She thrusts two of her fingers into you. Pain and pleasure rush through your veins. The muscles in your abdomen jerk, and you almost fall forward at the force. Your cry fills the shop. Your nails dig into the red skin of her arm. You can feel her muscles under your hold. "Fuck," you groan. "Irina!" "Cum, Anne," she demands impatiently. She fucks you with her fingers. "Soak my fingers!"

Your orgasm crushes you. Tears run down your cheeks, and you can feel Irina's tongue as she licks up the salty drops.

You feed her with every cry and moan that leaves your lips. Power gathers in Irina's body, tensing her muscles and throbbing in her cunt.

"Good girl," she hums. "Are you ready for more?"

You shouldn't. You should stop. Run and forget it ever happened.

You nod. "Please." Even though you cum not even a few minutes ago, you feel even more needy. Hunger burns your insides, demanding you to do something. To beg. To cry. "Are you sure you are not a succubus?" The woman laughs, walking in front of you. Her hands go to your breasts again, caressing the soft skin and grazing your nipples with her nails. Your hand slides to the back of her head. You want to pull her closer, pushing your chest to her face. Your back arches. "So demanding," Irina smirks but gives in to your needs. Her lush lips close around your nipple, flicking the hard peak with her tongue. "Oh, god," you groan. Hollowing her cheeks, Irina starts to suck. She coats your skin with saliva. It makes your skin tingle. Tears gather in your eyes again at the feeling. "What's happening?" You ask her, shocked. "One of the perks of being with a succubus," she grins, letting go of your breast with a quiet pop. "It's amazing," you tell her. Your nipples are still sensitive and tingling. "Just wait and see," she says, dropping to her knees in front of you. Your breath quickens at the view. Her horns almost reach your breasts, her eyes shine, and her lips are swollen. From this angle, you can see the woman's breasts through the neckline of her shirt. "Spread your legs more," Irina says, pulling on your thighs. Her gaze is heavy on your wet folds. You can feel yourself gushing around nothing. Your walls still flutter because of your orgasm not long ago. "Good girl." Her praise is muffled by your pussy.

Irina doesn't hold back anymore. The sight of your wet folds clouds her thoughts. Your scent and taste push her higher and higher.

Not wasting any second, her lips find your clit instantly. The impatient flicks and licks of her tongue send a shock through your body. You moan at the feeling, grinding your hips down on her face with a new-found elan. You chase your orgasm with barely any thoughts in your mind. She sucks on your clit, feasting on your desire and juices. Her chin is coated with your wetness. It glints under the lights. You can feel the effect of her saliva. You become even more sensitive, and the tingling feeling between your thighs radiates all over your body. "Oh, fuck," you groan. "Fuck, Irina!" Your hands snap up, grabbing her horns when you lose your balance for a second. The pull strikes between Irina's legs, ruining her panties even more. Shivers wreck her body, making her bite on your clit a bit harder. The sucking feeling on your sensitive bud and the searing pain send you into another world. Black dots dance in front of your eyes, your muscles twitch with every contract of your lower stomach. Tears continue to run down your cheeks. Your cry is hoarse and powerless. "Ohmygod," you chant. "Ohmygod!"

When Irina stands up, she doesn't move away from you. She keeps you close while you wait to feel your legs again. "Good girl," she praises. "You taste so good, Anne. I'm so full of you." You mewl at her words, not finding your voice yet. Irina really feels satisfied. You fed her full. "I think I could make a few adjustments on your dress," she says. You can hear the meaning of her suggestion. And god, you want her again. "What do you say?" "Yes," you croak out. "I think it's a great idea."

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[hail-brod]

Boyfriend And Girlfriend

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

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Midoriya Izuku in a relationship!

What would it be like to have someone close to you? With eyes that stare lovingly at your form and the unsaid feelings being conveyed successfully.

What would it be like to be Midoriya Izuku's world?

And him as yours?

Midoriya Izuku is a meek person. At most.

Usually the good-natured, sweet guy in class. The one that breezes past the eyes of the other people. The kid that was always so shy around people, busting in the shade of red the moment he was the center of attention. Mumbles and stutters filled the boys mouth when ought to converse with others.

The innocent little boy. So kind and pure.

That's what everyone saw.

But Izuku wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be treated and seen as a guy that anyone would rely on. He wanted to be a safe haven to people that needs a shoulder.

He wants to be that. He can be that.

He believed so. Middle school went by like a train in the night, waking up from the nap of exhaustion. It wasn't too late to be better, he thought. High school would be just around the corner and it's his chance to start anew in this vital phase of life.

He'd tell himself that, it'll be fine. He worked so hard in his studies and tried to be social at times. Baby steps were more than enough especially since it's a territory that he rarely crosses and so he did just that.

Even though he was still the same mumble and stutter boy, he knew being bolder was a necessary step for him to grow.

Sure, an eye contact here and there was hard enough but he knows he can manage. He'll get used to it.

It's not that he has a lot of trouble socializing. The first ever judgement he ever receives were the eyes that would look down on him. Girls that would gossip behind his back because he was too nerdy for their own taste. The whines that he would hear whenever a student gets partnered up with him in a school project.

It's a terrible feeling that he put up with all that as he grew up. A mere nervous chuckle was all he could let out in those situations. As if saying that he was sorry for being a bother, a defense mechanism that he got used to.

Everyone had their own group of friends, duo, trio or whatnot. All he had was...himself.

He spends the slot of his time writing on his notebook or reading his top favorite hero mangas. Other students would stare at him as he would absentmindedly mumble to himself while intently focused on his own business. Just reading and overly analyzing the characters' quirks or personality.

That ends with him snapping up from realization that he was, once again, being a bother.

He was lame, alright. Everyone thought that. He knew.

First day of high school came, and it started quite....well?

He couldn't be the judge of that yet. Everyone was someone new on his eyes. New people, new friendships. Everyone was still trying to adjust and with eyes skimming across the class, trying to feel in their gut whether who to befriend or to approach. It was as if, a scouting was taking place in the classroom.

He then imitated their antics.

It was ridiculous in some ways but he felt calm. Somehow, he doesn't feel like he's falling behind. He received stares and smiles but that was it.

He's fine with that. He could only smile back so as to not come off as rude.

Though, it was still the same experience. Him, seated on his little circle, fumbling his thumbs. It took him seconds to decide that, yes, he should fly out of his nest.

"H-hi..!" A stutter right away.

Seated on his right was a girl. He greeted her with all his might, trying to initiate a conversation.

He lately realized she was busy reading a book.

He paled.

No...not again.

He was being a bother.

Or so he thought.

The said girl turned to him with a questionable look, eventually blinking at the sight of him as she processed his intentions.

"Hello..." She replied, breaking out a smile that highlighted the mirth in her eyes. "Do you....need something?"

"Ah, huh? I- I....I don't. I mean, I think its fine now. You're doing something so I don't really- want to bother you. Yeah." He nervously chuckled.

He tried.

The girl listened to his ramble as she could only widen her eyes. "No, no, no. I wasn't busy or anything. This book is, uh..." She eyed the object between her hands as she gave her own nervous chuckle. "I was just looking at the....animal...pages...."

She would love to be slapped for being so childish.

The said girl flushed over the thought of being busted and how ridiculous she was being. Izuku witnessed the embarrassment as he froze, only for him to resist the urge to giggle at the girl’s response. Though, it’s not that he found it stupid but rather, quite meek. Just like him.

And it felt relieving for him.

The paused silence gave way for a stray mutter from the downcasted girl; “This is so embarrassing…”

It landed on no deaf ears as Izuku commented back. “It’s okay. Uh,.. that’s a normal thing to do so there’s really nothing to worry about.” The green head tried to shakily reassure as he chuckled. The girl then turned her head slowly back at the sight of him, taking in the face of her new classmate.

She was met with a bright smile.

That made her instincts get blocked as she felt herself become shy at the interaction. But since this was the first day of high school, there was no helping in having all nerves shake from getting to know one another. So she closed the book and faced him.

“Y-yeah, I guess.” Nervously scratching her cheek, she continued. “And you weren’t even really bothering me… I was just bored and- Oh! What were you about to ask me earlier?”

Izuku lit up in surprise as she gave her full attention to him, making the conversation continue. She looked as if she was rather fine with conversing with him than continuing her thing in skimming through the animal book. A few short-circuits here and there in his mind made him realize he was doing fine.

“Nothing really! I just wanted to- to…” He nibbled with his blazer’s hem as he searched for the right words. He pressed his lips together until his eyes landed on a keychain hanging from her bag.

And the sight of it made him blaze in delight. “Is that…an Eraserhead keychain?!!”

That made the girl eye her bag as she herself grinned at the excitement of the boy, nodding at him. Izuku didn’t mean to shift topics but as a fanboy of comic heroes, he couldn’t just shake the feeling of bedazzlement at the existing object. He soon realized something.

“You’re a fan?” He asked, almost with a hint of longing.

The girl stared back and giggled. “Of course!! Now why would I have it if I’m not a fan? I take it you are too.”

The boy’s green hair bobbed to nod. A growing smile was painted on his face. “Though, I’m more of an All Might fan…I know people say he’s overrated but he’s truly amazing!”

“I know how you feel. There’s no harm in that.” The girl chirped a satisfied smile as she nodded in agreement. “My name’s [L/N] [Y/N].”

Izuku paused his excitement as he pondered for a second. The girl, [L/N], was introducing herself to him. He almost forgot that he was trying to make friends as much as he can and yes, he was actually managing it.

He was actually doing it.

The girl was a comic hero fan just like him (maybe not as hardcore as him) and he finds it comforting to have and share an interest with someone else. Typically, he would be blushing and crazing in consciousness the moment he spouts exchanging words with girls but right now, [L/N], although still managing to make him feel shy and flushed, was lighthearted to talk to.

So he shoots his chances.

“I’m Midoriya Izuku!” He exclaimed. Not without his breath hitching.

“Well then, seems like we’ll get along well, Midoriya-kun.” The girl beamed at him.

They did.

Perhaps, they did got along well.

Too well enough that everyone else thought it’d be weird to see the two of them separated. Not like they were always at each other’s tail but because, they came to have their own little world that no one else could compare to. Even to the point that assuming both of them were having a little thing together.

Izuku begged to differ. There was definitely nothing going on with him and her.

But there was definitely going on with how they felt for each other.

Day by day, the friendship he had with her became much more heartfelt and tender. He never thought he could experience such emotions with someone and also share many things with them that just made everything else feel right.

He came to like the idea that he was comfortable with her. He was safe and felt belonged.

And the moment he heard she felt the same, he couldn’t look at her for a few days.

He couldn’t bring himself to stand near her nor speak to her without flushing in many different shades. That, of course, worried the [H/C] head. But it’s not that she was oblivious towards the reaction she was given to. She knew Izuku well enough as a friend and although, a spark of something was starting to bloom in her, she wouldn’t want to assume any hidden feelings.

Though, the distance made between him and her bothered her a lot.

Thankfully, Izuku gathered himself up and found his way near you again. He had already committed to himself that he was going to be upright and be a confident figure to lean on so it was not cool of him to retreat away from her after just a few pleasantries of sentiments.

The time he had did made him consider some things. And he’s at a loss for words when he straight up walked to her, gaze connecting with each other, and blurted the words he thought he would never say.

“Doyouwannahangout?”

He felt stupid because as friends, they already hang out a lot. He butchered his intentions.

Lips pressed together, he blushed immensely at his friend’s shocked expression who was holding out a bag to him.

Oh. His bag…

He was wondering earlier why it felt like he was forgetting something.

“Sure…” She replied with blinking eyes. “Where do you wanna go?”

Izuku mentally facepalmed.

Grabbing his bag from her grasp, Izuku tried to murmur; “That’s not what I meant…” Which only left him to receive a tilt of her head with a questioning look.

Before he could blush further, her expression lit up as if she was realizing something. Izuku’s pupils dilated.

And he definitely didn’t miss the way her cheeks flared up at what she put together. He knew she wasn’t dense to go past over his annunciation but witnessing it first-hand, he couldn’t help but match her flushed state. With him creasing his brows together as he dived his eyes into her own, he gave her a shaky smile. A simple gesture to signal that yes, that’s what he meant.

She blushed harder.

.

.

“I’ve never seen him smile so much like that. Especially at his phone. Doesn’t he always bury his face on one of those comics?”

“It’s obvious. Look, he’s got a special someone. You don’t smile like that for a simple reason.” A blonde boy with a lightning streak on his hair replied towards his black haired classmate.  “You gotta know these things, Hanta.”

“Come to think of it… [L/N] is absent today.” A pink haired girl added, bringing a finger to her chin. “Aren’t they always together?”

A gasp ensued from the blonde. “Oh! Oh! It might be [L/N]!”

Like the romantic girl she is, the pink head lit up after connecting the dots, now squealing alongside her boisterous blonde friend. Their friend Hanta could only sweatdrop at their nosy attitudes.

But one glance at the green head again and he was looking at their direction. Izuku flushed when he was caught staring and retreated back unto staring at his phone in embarrassment.  “Uh, hey guys…” Hanta called to his friends as they brought their attention to him. In a lower tone, Hanta informed.

“You might’ve mentioned [L/N]’s name too loud…”

The blonde and the pink head exchanged glances, as if seemingly saying in unison; “Oops.”

“I think we busted him.”

“Denki…”

“Just stop gossiping you guys. That’s not cool.”

.

.

It didn’t take long for the word to spread across the classroom that Izuku and his dear ‘friend’ were somewhat—a real thing now.

Of course, courtesy for the two of them, the pink head and her two friends kept their mouth shut but it didn’t take long for the other classmates to catch on the closeness of the two.

It did prove to be true when their stares would mean something and the [H/C] haired girl starts to drag her chair towards the green head, sitting side by side. Sure, they would always do this a lot but this time it became clearer.

Because after [Y/N] yawned, Izuku shyly offered his shoulder for her to rest on. And she did.

No one even saw how the boy combusted on his seat since they were seated in front but everyone very well knew he was fluctuating.

The prying eyes of their classmates like the pinkette and her friends, widened as they watched the back of the two.

“I fucking knew it. You owe me 250 yen, heh.”

“Shut up.” Hanta bit back at his blonde friend. “I didn’t signed up for this.”

.

.

“Izuku…”

“Hmm?”

“Your umbrella isn’t here…” Behind him, his girlfriend rummaged through his bag.

“It’s not there?” He asked her with disbelief, snapping his eyes outside of the school. It was pouring quite hard and he was the only one between the two of you that brought an umbrella.

Except, he actually didn’t brought it. He paled.

He would never forgive himself if his girlfriend ended up with a cold just because he forgot to bring what he said he would. It was only a simple gesture and he couldn’t even be good at it. Sometimes he wonders if he was worthy to be with you if he’s just going to act like an airhead.

He eventually snapped out of it when he heard the zipping of his bag and her voice ringing out with a chuckle. “Do not fret. I can already sense your paling face.”

Though, she never failed to make him feel like everything he does is just nothing to be upset about.

Izuku flushed at her comment, embarrassment taking over him. “Is that even a thing?” He whimsically replied with a frown. He then watched his girl turn around until he was facing her own bag, as if telling him to open it.

“I have quite a massive jacket in there. We’ll shelter under it while speeding through the rain.” She replied almost giggly at the idea of skimming through the rain like little children. Izuku can’t help but smile at her antics as he proceeded to unzip he bag, looking through her things.

“That sounds like a bad idea.” He retorted teasingly as he earned a hush from her and saying ‘It’ll be fun.’

He finally found the trusty jacket and placed it atop his head. He looked to his side, glancing at the girl as if signalling her to come closer beside him. A moment like this was definitely a valid reason for him to flare in a blush.

The [H/C] head girl was no different. The thought of getting closer so much with her adorable green head boyfriend was one of the many things she looked forward to. For the past few months of them dating, she was already painstakingly familiar with the warmth of the boy and it didn’t fail to send her chest bursting from all the flutters of mirth.

It felt too illegal to be this giddy.

Sliding in on the open arms of her boyfriend, her jacket hovered above her as she grasp the left side of it while Izuku did on the right.

“You okay there?” He asked with a shaky breath. She nodded.

Underneath the hovering jacket, both of them snuggled deeply into each other’s arms. Alas, moving their legs to take on the pouring rain as they tried to speed through the streets until they could find a shelter to rest for a bit. Luckily, their houses weren’t that far from school although they weren’t neighbours, there was still a far distance between their houses.

But when they moved together through the rain, basking in each other’s closeness, the cold weather no longer affected them. The heated cheeks and body contact made it hotter than it should be but no one is complaining, it’s their own little world.

So when the rain slowly faded into small drops whilst the sky turned brighter, they were left with each other’s normal distance, the jacket long gone above their heads.

“Let’s just hope none of us gets a cold soon enough.” [Y/N] murmured, tugging her backpack after Izuku placed her jacket back where it belonged. The same thing that worried the green head. The girl nervously chuckled beside him. “Then again, it was my idea.”

“Don’t beat yourself over it. I couldn’t even stop you from being that reckless, it’s on me.” Izuku gazed at her pointedly.

“Now, you make it sound like I’m a child.” The [H/C] haired girl pouted, a speck of blush on her cheeks.

The boy chuckled. “You know that’s not what I meant…You’re just really playful sometimes.” He tried to justify just like the gentleman he is. As much as he can, he always tried to dissipate any layer of misunderstanding with his girlfriend but sometimes, he knows when to be teasing.

In any other situation or time, he wouldn’t believe he would be having a girlfriend as sweet as [Y/N]. His qualities as a shy and stutter boy was always the thing that made him into a blushing mess when a girl talks to him.

But with the girl beside him, he grew from that. Not that he doesn’t feel the intense consciousness when he’s around her but because he grew to be comfortable in her presence. Still, he can’t avoid the racing heartbeats and the nerves that made him flush frantically.

Inwardly, he is a mess.

Reciprocating the green head’s feelings was one of the important things that [Y/N] always do. And not because she felt the need to but because he deserved to know how much he made her heart swell. How much she mentally coo over his cute reactions and his awkward attempts to be intimate.

How she constantly thinks of him that gave her something tender to look forward to (other than just reading comics and surfing the internet).

How she long to see him as much as she can and the urge to just hug him like he was the most vital thing in her life.

Both of them don’t always go for what their thoughts tell them to do since, it’s just basically too endearing. But there are times when one of them initiates the most unexpected move they could ever do and that’s how their relationship progresses to greater heights. Especially since both of them didn’t possess the nature to be always bold, they always thought about breaking their shells, even just for each other.

Just them and no one else.

As they neared [Y/N]’s house, Izuku didn’t waste a second to slip his brushing hand with her, intertwining it gently on the gaps of her fingers.

The girl jolted at the sudden contact. Heart lighting up to swell as she walked stiffly beside an embarrassed Izuku. He didn’t eye her reaction, only walking forward with flaring cheeks as he frowned, fighting the urge to combust into a series of frantic excuses.

There was definitely no need to hide from excuses anymore. As a couple, holding hands are justified.

So they stayed quiet for the whole duration of their walk home, feeling their hand squeeze from time to time as if saying that, yeah—

I like you a lot.

#midoriya izuku #midoriya izuku x reader #x reader #female reader #bnha #bnha deku #deku #mha fluff #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #fanfic #deku x reader #anime fanfic #boyfriend

[kaidabakugou]

𓆩♡𓆪 PAIRINGS: WEREWOLVES! KIRIBAKU X F! READER

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT: 2.4K

𓆩♡𓆪 WARNINGS: HUNTER & PREY / INJURIES / BLOOD KINK / MONSTERFUCKING / DOUBLE PENETRATION / KNOTS / CUNNILINGUS / ORGASM DENIAL / OVERSTIMULATION / BITING / MARKING / CNC / WOUND LICKING

𓆩♡𓆪 AUTHOR’S NOTE: hihi! this is another work from these spooky szn snippets that are still clouding my mind. hope you enjoy and please let me know if i missed any tags <333

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, the frantic beating of your heart booming against your ears as you continued running through the dark forest. Ignoring the ache in your legs while you jump over a large tree root, hands slippery with sweat against the rough wood as you push yourself forward. Only the light of the moon seeping through the trees illuminates your path while cold air sinks into your lungs.

They've been chasing you for what feels like hours now, heavy steps echoing with yours, low growling vibrating deep inside your ears when your pace falters, letting you know that it will only take one mistake, one wrong step and your life would be over.

You should've known better, should've heeded the warnings on the news about the recent animal killings, brushing it off as a simple mountain lion or a bear that happened to be near your area. 

But these weren't any mountain lions you've seen before. They seemed like wolves but at a much bigger scale, their eyes glowed a deep shade of yellow, and their sharp canines were enough to have you running away from the path to your home and into the dense trees.

Your clothes were ripped from the branches that clung to them, body marred with scrapes and dirt while fatigue started to settle into your muscles. The stinging pain in your lungs makes it harder to breathe with each desperate attempt to aid the ache in your chest. Stopping abruptly as you come up on the edge of a cliff overseeing the town, the pretty lights making your knees collapse under you.

The desire to scream builds up in your throat but you swallow it down as tears cling to your lashes realizing you've strayed too far from the town for anyone to hear you. The sounds of heavy pants getting louder and louder behind you while heavy steps rumble against the wet soil as you close your eyes. Biting your lip to contain the tremble of your chin as tears stain your cheeks. 

Looking over your shoulder as your eyes meet the same golden ones that drove you here, the bushes rattling on your other side as you peek over to see another set of the same eyes stalking towards your figure. Both wolves circling around you as if they hadn't tormented you enough, saliva dripping from their opened mouths and the sounds of the leaves crunching under their clawed paws that appeared to have more of a human-like shape rather than one of a wolf filled your ears as you tried to brace yourself for the horrid death that awaits you.

Jolting when you feel a cold nose drag along the side of your neck and down to the exposed skin on your shoulder. A wet tongue licking small stripes against your aching wounds while you tremble under his touch.

The moonlight catches on his coat and you notice the red highlights that accent his thick black fur. He continued to lick at your wounds, taking his time to savor the taste of your blood as the other wolf approached your face. Smelling across your cheeks and into the side of your hair before trailing down the center of your chest as he nestled himself in the valley of your breasts.

This wolf had a different coat from the one with the red highlights, this one had a blonde undercoat peeking from beneath his black fur almost ash colored. Their coats looked soft under the moonshine, clenching your fists at your sides as you resist the urge to reach up and pet them, wanting to know how their dark mane would feel seeping through your fingers.

You were ripped from your thoughts when your eyes met the ones of the wolf between your chest, he was staring up into yours as he continued breathing you in. His eyes were captivating, amber irises pulling yours into a deep trance as you sink deeper into pools of gold, your body almost relaxing under the mesmerizing sight before a tug on your side shifts your attention.

Fear settling into your bones again as the other wolf starts ripping your remaining clothes with his teeth. A low growl vibrates against your chest before the other wolf also starts to rip away at your clothes.

“N-no! Stop, don't do that!”, you beg but your pleas fall on deaf ears as they bite and claw away on the fabric before pushing you down on the cold forest floor. The damp soil digging into your knees as you fist the dirt when you feel one of them shove their snoot into your exposed cunt as he takes a long whiff through your folds before running his long tongue through them.

A whimper getting stuck in your throat when the wolf with the ash undercoat starts licking at your face, meaning the one with the crimson tips is the one that's slobbering all over your pulsing cunt. You tried to squirm away from their tongues, but sharp claws wrapped around your thighs, keeping you still as he continued lapping at your cunt.

The wolf licking your face suddenly grew impatient as he made his way around you, wanting to look back to see what they were doing but the animalistic snarls that resonated from behind you were enough to keep you frozen in your spot. It sounded like they were about to fight but before you could stress further over the thought, claws dug into your sides, flipping you over onto your back, scratching your skin in the process as you hissed at the sudden pain below your rib cages.

Both wolves settling between your legs as the one with the blonde undercoat wasted no time in licking long stripes along the length of your pussy while nudging your clit with his cold nose. The one with the red highlights made a sound that almost sounded like a whine before pushing his way to lap at your juices. Both beasts were licking your cunt while occasionally snapping at each other in an attempt to shove the other away. Their snarls send vibrations through your body as the knot inside your stomach gets tighter.

You were so close to cumming but before you could reach your climax, they stopped their ministrations on your throbbing cunt. Whining at the loss of contact but before you could protest further, the blonde undercoat giant was pulling you towards his lap, making you straddle him as the red highlighted fiend settled behind you. Dragging his cock between your ass cheeks before positioning himself at your entrance as he pushed his way inside you.

The stretch from his cock was unlike anything you've experienced before; your walls were clenching from the sting as he continued bullying his way into your dripping heat. His claws were digging into your hips as blood dripped in between them and onto the wolf beneath you, staining his coat.

The pain started to turn into pleasure but if there's something you should've learned by now is that these wolves enjoyed torturing you. And as quickly as the pleasure built, it was ripped away from you as he removed his cock from your cunt, shuddering as the cold brushed against your wet pussy, missing the warm feeling from the stretch of his cock.

Tears glossed your vision again as a whine vibrated in your chest, body moving on its own as you reached down to stroke the cock of the blonde undercoated brute under you. Feeling how it twitched in your hand, so big that your fingers couldn't completely wrap around him while you twisted your fist up and down as your eyes met his when a whine sounded from deep within his chest.

Aligning him with your entrance before sinking down on him, not waiting for your walls to adjust as you start grinding your hips down on him, chasing the release that you've been so desperate for. Closing your eyes as you lose yourself in the feel of his wide cock rubbing against your walls, not leaving a single inch of you untouched.

You're snapped from your haze when a sharp pain spreads across your shoulder, making you scream as the red highlighted wolf sinks his teeth into your delicate skin. Blood pouring into his mouth and pooling from the sides as it drips down on your chest while the other wolf leans down to drink the red liquid as it dribbles from your nipples and into his awaiting tongue. Sinking his jaws further into your flesh as he ruts his hips against your rear before pushing the tip of his cock into your tight rim.

Panicking as you try to wriggle your way out of his grasp but the lock on your shoulder prevents you from moving as they both dig their claws at your sides keeping you still while he buries his cock deeper into your ass.

Your mind was foggy, and your jaw was slack as both males were rutting into with an animalistic intensity that you could only scream incoherently. You weren't sure of how many times you’ve cummed from their assault on both of your holes but the mess of juices dripping down your legs was enough to let you know that it had been more than once, and they still hadn't cummed. Your body jolted with each thrust of their hips and your vision had blurred multiple times now, probably from the overstimulation that vibrated through every nerve in your body mixed with the blood loss from the jaws still latched onto your shoulder as they continued to lap up the red stream from your sensitive skin.

Just when you thought that they couldn't stretch you further, they slowed down their thrusts as they tried to push something wider into you, unsure of what it was since you couldn't move your head to look. Your body tensed as another scream ripped from your throat, voice hoarse as your body ran cold for a brief moment before heat settled into your skin again. They had pushed their thick knots inside of you, keeping you plugged before suddenly pulling them out of you again.

Ramming their knots into you as your body went limp in their grasps, heavy pants fanning your face while their whimpers got higher. Almost losing consciousness when the ash undercoat wolf sunk his jaws on the other side of your neck, teeth breaking the skin as blood pooled into his mouth.

The sweet liquid sends him over the edge as he buries his knot inside your sloppy cunt, flooding your walls with long hot ropes of cum, the feeling pulling another orgasm from you as you cum around his cock. The clenching of your rear sends the other wolf to reach his climax as he plunges his knot completely inside of you as he fills you up with cum. Both knots pulsing inside of you as they empty every last drop into your holes, filling you up and keeping you plugged as the three of you collapse into the ground.

Heavy breath escaping from your lips as you become more aware of the ache on your body, the mixtures of soreness and the stinging from their teeth and claws making it almost impossible to move. But the pain is short lived as they start licking every wound on your skin, their big warm tongues soothing the throb as they carefully clean all the sore spots.

In contrast to their previous rough demeanor, they were being delicate against your skin, no longer growling and snarling, their whines have died down in their throats to where it almost sounded like a purr to soothe your pain. Noticing that the sun was beginning to rise as the dark sky started turning a deep shade of blue, your eyes started to close as you began to succumb to sleep. 

But a worried voice sounding from behind you pulled you from your tiredness as you quickly looked back to the source. A man was staring down at you with worried eyes, dirt staining his lightly tanned skin with long red hair and matching deep shades of crimson eyes stared down at your equally disheaved figure.

“Are you ok?” your brows frowned further when you noticed he was naked as well, mouth stained with blood and his dick had replaced the large knot that was buried into your rear. Your words get caught in your throat as a million questions flood your mind. But before you could ask any, another voice startles you as you whip your head around again to see who it belongs to.

An ash blonde man rests his head under the arm behind his head with his eyes closed as he speaks again. “Let ‘er rest… we still have enough time before we have to return back into town”.

Opening his eyes as vermillion irises stare back into yours before smirking down at you. “What's with that look? Don't tell me you're still dazed from taking our cocks?”

You blink back at him, still confused as to what happened to the two wolves that were just here with you, stumbling over your words as you trailed off after each one, unsure of what to ask first.

“Where did-... how-... who are you?”

“We’re werewolves”, the redhead spoke behind you as you turned to face him.

“Werewolves?”, you asked, confusion written all over your face as he eagerly nodded.

“We usually just stay to ourselves, but we happened to stumble upon you last night and well you know”, he continues as he shoots you an apologetic smile while rubbing circles at your sides, just now becoming aware of the hands around your body.

“Oi, told you to let her rest for a bit, she's had a long night… haven't you, pretty? The blonde says as he cradles your face in his hand, pulling you back into him while pressing his forehead into yours.

“We’ll explain everything later, yeah?... Right now, you should rest”. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting your head fall back down onto his shoulder.

Letting sleep overtake you as you figure you could deal with the aftermath of this entire situation later. Enjoying the soft kisses being placed along your shoulder as you feel the redhead snuggle closer to you. Although you were still confused, you couldn't deny the excitement building up inside your stomach at the thought of the events from last night repeating themselves in the future.

Said thought makes your walls clench, the action not going unnoticed by both males as they smile to themselves before breathing in the sweet smell of your scent as they drift to sleep alongside you.

#werewolves!kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kiribaku x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader smut #katsuki bakugou x reader smut #kirishima eijirou x reader smut #eijirou kirishima x reader smut #kiribaku x reader smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #eijirou kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou smut #kiribaku drabble #smutober #kinktober ‘22 #kinktober extras #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #bakugou katsuki x f!reader smut #kirishima eijirou x f!reader smut

[starboundpix]

i. (love is) a gift

you just want a regular scarecrow. not whatever this shiny metal scarecrow-esque thing is. too bad your aunt didn't get the memo.

daycare attendant x reader ✧ 1.3k words farm au, gender neutral reader, reader is a farmer, lots of pets and animals, reader does some heavy lifting

note: this is the first writing piece I'm posting for the fnaf fandom! my roommates have been dragging me down this hole the entire semester, so here I am >.< I hope you enjoy!

When you mentioned to your aunt in passing that you desperately need a scarecrow because the birds keep ruining your newly planted garden, you didn’t think she paid that much attention to you. She must have been listening and decided to use her rich aunt privileges because here you are in your barn, ankle deep in packaging paper and hay, staring at a large wooden crate turned on its side, jaw dropping at the sight of gold and light yellow metal spilling out of the opening.

This most definitely is not the kind of scarecrow you were planning to purchase.

A brief search through the packaging paper in the crate reveals a thin booklet titled Farm Helper Manual. The cover depicts two cartoon characters: one in the same coloration as your metal scarecrow and the other in varying shades of blue and black with highlights of a soft silvery-grey. They are like the sun and moon personified and their fun poses within the stalks of corn evoke a bit of amusement that breaks up the shock that had settled in.

You start flipping through the pages, skimming the titles and headers. You just want to find out how to set the scarecrow up because you don’t think mounting it on a wooden pole in the traditional fashion would work out.

“‘Battery and operation,’” you read out loud. One of your chickens clucks at you in response, then pecks the scarecrow, beak glancing off metal with a plink. “Henrietta! Don’t dent my scarecrow.” You wave your hand at the red-feathered hen and she ruffles her wings, disgruntled, settling a few steps away. Sighing, you keep reading the page. “‘Your farm helper-’ cute term for a scarecrow, ‘-is both solar powered and battery powered. Once fully charged, it will operate for 48 hours before reaching low-power mode and has three more hours before shutting off completely.’ What, is that it?” 

A quick flip through the rest of the pages doesn’t reveal anything about how to set the scarecrow up, which is extremely unhelpful.

Tossing the booklet to the side, you move to stand before the crate, hands on your hips as you eye the mass of metal enrobed in rather sad, brown, sack-like cloth. Well if the book won’t tell you much, you can figure this out yourself. You’ve been able to fix the machines and tools you need for farmwork, so you certainly can set this metal scarecrow up in your garden. You hope.

This scarecrow is so. Immensely. Heavy. 

Your shoulders and arms ache terribly from the odd combination of carrying, pushing, and pulling that is necessary to get the scarecrow into your wheelbarrow. It doesn’t get any easier when you have to lift the wheelbarrow scant inches off the ground to push it to your garden, careful to avoid the fresh green and yellow sprouts of vegetables and herbs.

Now, you have the miserable task of somehow getting this hunk of metal out of the wheelbarrow and set up to charge under the sunlight.

After staring at it for a moment, you make the short trip to your house and grab a chair from the wrap-around porch, awkwardly shuffle-walking with it in your arms until you return to the wheelbarrow. You set the chair down, wiggling it until the legs sink a bit into the dirt to make sure it won’t topple over.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you tell yourself, shaking out your arms to prepare for the difficult task ahead. 

First, you move the scarecrow’s legs over the edge of the wheelbarrow, each limb weighing just as much as your large Australian Shepherd who has wandered over to witness your struggles. 

You pause to rub your dog’s side when he stops by your feet, his tongue out and tail wagging. “Come to laugh at me, Pluto?” He barks once, sharp and short, before leaving you to lay down on the dirt a bit away from the chair.

Smiling at him, you continue on with your task. You pull the scarecrow’s arms to rest over your shoulders, and after a moment to catch your breath, you heave your weight forward, pulling with all your might. For a moment, you think that the scarecrow will not budge. But the weight starts to get heavier and heavier on your shoulders, the wheelbarrow falls onto its side, and the entire weight of this scarecrow is pressing down on you.

You stumble forward, then find enough balance to walk the three steps needed to get to the chair. Quickly, you shrug the scarecrow’s arms off your shoulders and lean back until you hear the scraping of metal and fabric on wood and suddenly feel infinitely lighter.

Air whooshes past your lips in an exhale. Rolling your shoulders helps to ease some of the pain and tension that has gathered in your arms, but you surely will feel the ache for the next few days. You’re used to the hard labor of farm work, sure, but you rarely have to lift this much weight at once. Why on earth did they make a scarecrow this heavy? 

Turning around, your eyes grow wide when you take in the present from your aunt. “Oh, wow.” 

Under the bright golden sunlight of a warm spring afternoon, the scarecrow is glorious despite the rough burlap sack covering the torso. There are so many fine details, more than you’d ever expect the manufacturers to include. Individual knuckle joints are coated in a shimmery light yellow paint, the same color as what you can see of the metal torso. The arms have beautifully intricate designs of vines and flowers, twining from wrist to shoulder joint, that are the slightest bit darker than the yellow so the markings are only visible when the sunlight hits them at a certain angle. The scarecrow’s face is split in two colors—that light yellow on the left and a deeper golden hue on the right—which curves to form a crescent. You wonder what colors the eyes and mouth would be, but they’re all closed, giving the scarecrow a serene expression. To finish off the wonderful craftsmanship, a set of triangular spikes crown the scarecrow’s face, starting in that deep gold and fading away to the light shimmery yellow at the tip.

“You’re like the sun,” you murmur. “Sun the scarecrow.” 

Proud of your naming skills, you take the time to properly position Sun in the chair, hoping that the battery will charge properly under the bright afternoon light. As you stand, you pat the scarecrow on the chest. “Please protect my garden for me, Sun. Don’t let the birds eat the seeds and sprouts.”

Turning away and feeling very pleased at your new addition to the garden, you call, “Pluto!” and snap your fingers twice. Your dog shakes dirt off his dappled coppery-brown fur before bounding toward you. The two of you return home, have a peaceful afternoon as you complete the necessary chores and enjoy dinner as the chill of a typical spring night starts to set in.

Late into the night, long after you have gone to bed, the scarecrow opens his eyes. They shine with a soft white light, cutting through the dark. He is deep blue and obsidian, with the night sky embedded into his arms in a soft silver that emanates the faintest light. His head, now devoid of spikes, swivels as he takes in his surroundings. 

This place is unfamiliar to him—to them. It is a relief.

Knowing that there are no immediate dangers to them, he settles back into the chair. He does not know why he has been placed here in the garden, but is sure that his counterpart will find out tomorrow. For now, he will stay on guard but enter low power mode to conserve energy as they have not fully charged, and will leave his exploration of this new territory to tomorrow night. 

He will keep watch until morning.

note: the plan is for this to be a little drabble or mini series whenever I feel inspired to add a new part! it's also a little side project for fun as I work on a larger piece hehe. I'd love to hear what you think about this first part! (especially because there's a second part in the works already ^u^)

series masterlist ✧ part two

#fnaf x reader #dca x reader #sun x reader #moon x reader #daycare attendant x reader #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #dca #dca fanfic #fnaf moon x reader #sundrop #fnaf sun x reader #moondrop #my writing #(love is) a seed that grows #misc: pix writes #type: game #game: five nights at freddy's #ch: moon #ch: sun

[torchickentacos]

How I draw clouds since they’re my favorite thing to draw! Literally nobody asked for a tutorial but I’m making one anyways! Note, I am looking at a reference photo I took which is always recommended in my opinion, but once you get clouds down more you can pretty easily freestyle them. Want to go from a solid sheet of color on your canvas to having trees and shit? this is for you. 

Step 1: put a solid sheet of color down. maybe an ombre, airbrush tool is probably the best here. Try to have a canvas size with at least 1k on either end, be it horizontal or vertical. We’re going to want it to look really smooth, not pilexated. 

Step 2: I personally never start with white or the lightest color of the clouds. Clouds are pretty white usually, but there’s a lot of grey and blue generally-I like to start with the middle-leaning-darkest shade, like this. Use a waterfolor-y brush or something similar if you can! Just makes your life easier. 

Step 3: SOFTEN THAT BAD BOY. Get a blending tool and just go at it. Don;t make it totally flat-you’ll want darker, heavier, defined areas to work off of later when we do more lighting- but make it a lot smoother. 

Step 3: Next, decide what direction you want the light to be hitting from. This is arguably the most important part-choose a highlight color (sunsets are so varied that it doesn’t particularly matter as long as it’s fairly warm-toned), figure out where the light is coming from (where the sun is), and work off of that with some scribbles in a soft brush. A lot of times I would use a clipping mask for this but I’ve actually found not using one gives you a lot more control in this situation. 

ok cool! So, take where the lighting is- the squiggles- and add to them in a circular motion. Then take that and blend it, becoming smoother towards where the light isn’t. This LOOKS like I skipped a lot but it’s simple- add a light color, blend it backwards. The color will be strongest where the light is hitting it. 

Cool! Now choose a lighter color-your highlight- and define your highlights. This should overlap the lighter areas we just made!!!!! Don’t add the highlight to areas we haven’t already lightened! Or do, I’m not the boss of you, but it won’t look right. 

Now, we’re going to do the same thing we did with the light earlier- smooth it out, bring it backwards, keep it sharper where the light hits it. 

Cool! Except it doesn’t look right to me so I’m going to add a middle tone between the dark and the light. Our light is peach and our dark is a cool blue, so let’s add a cool red. I don’t know color theory, maybe that’s incorrect to do, but I’m doing it anyways. Much like music, I play art by ear- I don’t know technical stuff (I’m trying to learn), and I just kind of throw stuff at the canvas until it works. Slight red added. 

Highlight once more. 

Blend once more. 

Last step, determine if you want to add depth. I don’t always add shadows, but you definitely can to make it more.... depthy. 

YOU HAVE CLOUDS NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Optionally, you can add some perspective, which I can do right now. I’ll be lazy and use a branch brush. 

leaf it up in here!!!!

in a layer BELOW the dark red leaves let’s add orange, since the light would be coming DOWN. The dark red leaves that are shadowed would be closest to us. 

Rinse and repeat with amber and yellow until you realize you like it better with just dark red or dark red and orange oops. 

YOU HAVE TREES AND CLOUDS NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOO! We started here and now we’re here! Great job on your new trees and clouds!!!!!

#taylor's tag #art

[ch4nb4ng]

Overdue Book

Pairing: librarian!chan x college!afab reader

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: Vulgar, spanking, fingering, mention of erections, lots of degradation, mention of red marks, mention of mafia, hard!dom chan, sub reader, restraint, mention of hand cuffs

Summary: You liked to read a couple of naughty books here and there. But when one librarian gives you his books recommendation, and you lose it, you must be punished

Note: okay ngl im really nervous to post this fic bc it’s very out of my comfort/something i usually write so i hope it’s good and you enjoy it 🥺🥺

Your skin tingled once the clock struck nine, standing up immediately and closing the textbook shut, hoisting into your bag as you looked up, “Bye guys see you next week,” was all that could be heard as you scurried away, heading to the back right corner. The library closed early on Thursdays, 9:10 to be exact. So getting a novel for the night was crucial. Friday was your only day off, so that was the day. The weekly schedule was study group Thursday night, pick a book, take it without borrowing because you didn’t want to be seen reading that, read it all day Friday, return on Saturday, then go back to studying and classes from Sunday to Thursday. You were a very fast reader, and getting to those novels was definitely the highlight of your week.

A breath of fresh air escaped your chest as you looked at the bookshelf, taking a large whiff. There was something about the scent of the erotic novels that just did something to you. Part of you felt guilty, almost perverted, looking forward to just reading a bunch of sensual acts in words. However, the part of you that felt satisfied after reading the epic high that they gave you. You lifted your index fingers swiping across each book, each title. You had read almost half of them, more likely to lean towards the soft romantic ones. Full of sweet love making and passion. It also helped fill this hole of complete touch deprivation you have been experiencing. Going to college left much less time to have fun, fool around with people in real life. Reading these novels help you to escape the stressful reality that you are currently living.

“The library closes in 5 minutes.”

You jumped in your spot, hands covering your mouth to muffle the scream of the terror that released from your throat. You turned to see a guy. Blueish hair pushed off his forehead with glasses. His shoulders were wide, arms covered in a blazer jacket as he stepped closer to you, face expressionless as he looked at you intensely.

“Oh sorry,” he whispered, “didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks, “just going to pick a book then go.”

“Oh yeah no worries.”

You nodded at him, still feeling his presence from behind you. The heat continued to rise in your cheeks, feeling flush the longer he lingered. The feelings of insecurity and self consciousness were creeping in simultaneously. You felt like you had been caught out. No one had ever caught you here before. This was definitely crawling into the top 10 embarrassing moments of your life. Trying to ignore him, you continued looking, but of course, finding difficulty choosing one that enticed you, one that pulled you in. That was when you felt the man come closer. Still standing behind, your eyes widened as you saw the arms reach out, heading straight for one as he swiftly pulled it out amongst the other books. He said nothing, instead matching your gaze as you fixated on him, well, his lips. They were big, plush, just so pink. The analysis continued, traveling past the jacket and to his hands, covered in ink that mimed of a skeleton. The shading was immaculate, very accurately and realistically tracing the phalanges, each joining bending with his own finger. You couldn’t help but stare, fascinated by the intricacy of such tattoos. He followed your eyes, completely catching you out. The boy’s lips turned upwards, cheeks gently flushing at you. He coughed, on purpose,awkwardly attempting to help you fall out of your fixated daze. Your eyes snapped, shaking your head minutely as you looked back at him.

“This is really good by the way,” he mumbled, sticking his hands out and passing the book to you, “one of my favorites, personally.”

“Oh,” you nodded, unsure what to say, “you’ve read this?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I’ve read most of the books in this section actually.”

The humiliation in your body had dissipated at his honest confession. You turned to look at him again, immediately feeling a difference in how eyes peered at you the moment your hands grasped his recommendation. The accidental brush of your fingers sparked through your body, almost jolting at the feeling. You sntached it awya from him, avoiding any more embarrassment. 

“Oh cool,” you nodded slowly, foot dancing on the floor as you stared at it, “well, thanks for the suggestion, I’ll let you know what I think.”

Giving him no time to reply, you walked at a fast pace, rushing out of the library and back to your dorm. Luckily for you, the stroll from the library to living headquarters was much more than a two minute walk. The cold air hit you like a ton of bricks, much needed after your body temperature rose to an all time high. Being caught out was not something that usually happened. You liked to think that you were the subtle type. Not really one to show interest when you found something, or someone out of the ordinary. It really was a rude awakening, highlighting how much of your social skills, or lack thereof, disappeared in the presence of an attractive individual.

Nonetheless, you reached your door, walking inside and closing it behind you, shaking your arms and limbs to rid yourself of such an awkward interaction. All you could think about was the way he looked at you. Like he pitied you. You wanted to crawl into your bed and never come out.

“Y/n?”

“Oh my god Felix,” you sighed, running over to your roommate and plonking yourself onto the couch, “the worst thing that could possibly ever happen to me, happened to me.”

“Jesus christ,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you, “I’d love to know this story, but Jisung is here to pick me up because I’m going to his.”

Your jaw dropped, watching Felix unapologetically walking towards the door.

“Have fun wallowing in your self pity though, I’ll be watching Captain America with the boys.”

And with that, he shut the door, leaving you to sink into the couch, swallowing in said self pity. You threw your bag down next to you, almost completely forgetting why this happened in the first place. Unzipping your bad rapidly, you shoved your hand in, rummaging, pulling it out. ‘The one who knew too much,’ read the title, intriguing your senses as you opened the book, flipping it until you reached the first chapter.

The novel was a very smooth, very easy read, keeping you on the edge of your seat at every moment. The typical scenario of a mafia boss, meeting a girl caught in the crossfire of two gangs. Their relationship was strictly professional, well, at first. There was always this tension that lingered, that was until ,of course, he found out she is a spy for the opposing gang, and she must be punished for her actions.

“How could you do this to me? You betrayed me”

“You think I wanted to? I abandoned the mission as soon as I laid my eyes on you.”

She walked up to him, dropping to her knees, begging for his forgiveness.

“You know, if this was anybody else, I would have dealt with you right then and there?”

“I am part of you. Part of your gang. Fuck the others.”

The smirk on his lips came to light as he looked down at her.

“You know, if this was anybody else, I would have dealt with them right then and there?”

“I know,” she mumbled, unsure of how to justify herself in this betrayal, “I’d do anything to show you how loyal I am to you. I love you.”

“Then you should be punished.”

“Fuck,” she moaned, feeling the sting of hos heavy slap her behind.

“I told you bunny,” he growled, spanking her once more, “you have to pay for what you did.”

The novel was much more than the usual type of stories you were into, but that wasn't to say that you didn’t enjoy it. The tension, plot, and seuxal scenes were much left to your imagination, and you didn’t know that you would like something more rough. A gasp left your lips at this current scene, taken aback by how arousing the mafia boss was truly making you. The image of him, the boys from before, the one who handed you the book, popped into your mind. You did little to shake off the image, ink covered hands seeping into your mind every time any mention of hands came to light in the novel. The heat rose to your cheeks once again, adjusting yourself on the couch, actually standing up and moving to your bed.

You crawled in, turning on your lamp as you continued to fully immerse yourself into the novel. You took no effort into erasing the stranger from your mind, in fact, the further you went on the more the image just changed, transitioning mafia bosses into him. ‘Oh shit,’ you choked, coming to the epiphany that you didn’t even get his name. Furthermore, you checked the time, seeing ‘3:00’ on your bedside clock. Oh shit, time had really flown by, and the book was coming to its end. You forced yourself to put the book down, closing your eyes and drifting to sleep, the only thought consuming your mind was the mysterious man from the library. It was probably best to save the last 100 pages for tomorrow.

***

Another Sunday. Back to studying. Felix grabbed his bag, following you out of your dorm and to the oh so infamous library. Sunday, even though I spent studying, was a much easier day, seeing as you got to study with your friends. All doing different majors, but all having exams at the same time. It was nice, also because you spent the majority of the time procrastinating. You felt sluggish, spending all of Saturday finishing the novel. It was an understatement to say how much you enjoyed it, definitely in your top 5.

“Changbin,” you smiled, seeing his face from through the clear glass of the grand state library. You sped walk, not wanting to be yelled at by a librarian for your excess speed. He stood up, opening his arms wide as he embraced you. Changbin was your best friend, the only one who studied the same major as you. 

“Hey Y/n,” he beamed, “ready for more study?”

“Oh,” you sighed, sitting down next to him, “you bet, so excited.”

He laughed at your sarcasm, opening your textbook to share. Studying with Changbin was always a treat. Mainly because he was the smartest one, already with notes prepared, basically letting you copy off him at any time. Another bonus was that he let you copy his assignments, helping you make sure it did not sound plagiarized.

“Fuck,” you sighed, banging your head on the table.

“Big night last night?”

“No,” you chuckled, “I did not go out last night, just stayed up reading.”

“Oh yeah,” Changbin smirked, playfully nudging your arm with his elbow, “what 50 shades of gray book are you reading now, huh?”

“Changbin,” you yelled, causing everyone in the library to stare at you. You put your hand up, a sign of apology before hiding behind him. 

“I did stay up reading a novel of the sort.”

Changbin giggled as he knew he had caught you out before you could even answer.

“Well you look like you didn’t get much sleep, and that’s not going to help us, so why don't we go get some coffee?”

“Ugh yes please, will also stop everyone staring at us.”

“You’re so dramatic,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as the two of you packed up your stuff, heading out of the library and around the corner to the local cafe. You sat at the table, checking your phone as Changbin went to order for the both of you. This was what usually happened before a long day of tedious work, going over the semantics of everything you have learnt over the past semester. 

You wanted to be present, in the moment, but it was too difficult. After isolating yourself for the past two days, the only activity that filled up those days was reading a very steamy novel, your brain was mush. The more you let your cognitions run wild the more those stupid, stupid tattoos lingering on your body, gripping and pushing you down, suffocating you, basically having any possible grip on you filled them. You thought you were crazy, the idea of a complete stranger having such a strong impact on you. Such filthy desires encapsulate your brain. It was insane. You were insane.

“Y/n?”

You were abruptly interrupted by your best friend, placing your coffee in front of you, “are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, sorry, just caught me out of it.”

“It’s all good,” he smiled, sitting across from you, “still thinking about that book hey?”

“You really like teasing me don’t you?”

“I can't lie,” he snickered, “it is fun.”

“Okay yeah anyways,” you interrupted, “the book was just so good, and it was recommended to me so I felt like I had to read it.”

You stopped, reaching over and pulling it out of your bag, you shoved it into Changbin’s chest, unable to look at him due to the overwhelming feeling of humility as he looked at the cover.

“The one who knew too much, hey?”

“Please stop,” you mumbled, head buried in your hands, “it was recommended to me so I read i-”

“Hey hey,” he interjected, “I’m not judging, we all enjoy certain things. I just get what I need by actually talking to people and hanging out with them.”

You looked up at him, face anything but impressed at his unwarranted brag.

“We get it Changbin, you’re a hoe,” you mocked, swinging your arms in the air, “swinging your dick around well! It’s not that easy for all of us to just find somebody!”

“So you fill the void with these, erotic books?”

“Yes,” you replied quietly, “it’s embarrassing, I know.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugged, “at least you’re getting smarter, me hanging out with random people is not going to help my literacy and writing skills now, is it?”

You shook your head, taking a sip of your coffee.

The rest of the cafe visit was nice, Changbin talking about what he had gotten up to during the week, how he was feeling about exams, and vice versa. You packed up your things, wanting to get studying before the day was over, and heading back to the library. 

Changbin opened the door for you, making his way back to the main table as you reopened your books, opening your laptop and getting your word document, beginning to type away, including the words in your textbook, underlined by your lucky pink highlighter.

***

 The majority of the study session was quiet, but a comfortable silence, easily consolidating your knowledge from the past semester. These were the times where you actually enjoyed college, effortless and willing to learn certain subjects, and you were lucky that the majority of your subjects were things you actually had an interest in.

Time went fast, and the end of the day was approaching. You turned to your side, seeing Changbin’s eyes slowly fluttering shut. You tapped him on the shoulder, feeling guilty for the dazed gaze he was giving you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair, “I’m just tired, I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“Okay,” you smiled, “get a good sleep, don't forget there’s an extra class tomorrow morning at 8:30 in the main lecture theater.”

“Sure thing,” he nodded, hazily standing up and grabbing his back, putting his books back into it, “goodnight, don’t go home too late.”

“I won’t,” you replied in song, waving as his backside faced you, walking out the library, around the corner, and disappearing from your eyesight. You rubbed your own, feeling the subtle sting most likely from the laptop screen as you continued. Just one more hour then you could go home, cuddle into your bed and have a nice sleep, ready for tomorrow’s classes.

The longer you went on, the more fatigued you became. 30 mins later, and that was enough for you to call it a night. Packing up your stuff, you stood up, but quickly remembered that you had to return the book. Looking around the room, you quickly analyzed, seeing that no one was around, before starting your gentle movement, pink-panther like as you crept to the back of the library, once again, hopefully able to put the book back where it was, nobody knowing, completely unaware. Only one arm of the backpack on your shoulder, you shrugged the other one off, undoing the zipper, opposite hand diving into the bag. At first, the only thing you could feel was your laptop, and the tall and wide texture that was your textbook. Hpmh. You took it off, placing it on the floor as you bent down, opening the bag completely and plunging both hands in there, searching with that little bit more desperation as you hurried. Fuck, it wasn’t there, which led you to your last resort; taking everything out of your bag and hoping it was there. The more frantic you become, the harder it is to find.

“Excuse me, the library closes in five minutes.”

Your heart was pounding against the ribcage. Although you had only heard it once prior, you could recognise it from anywhere. You turned your head sheepishly, looking up at the man from 3 days ago.

“Oh hey,” you smiled, standing up quickly, “it’s you. The book was uhm, a really good read!”

“So good that you didn’t borrow it?”

Oh shit, well that was all you were thinking. Confusion came second, why on earth would he care if you returned the book or not?

“And that bothers you because?”

“Because I work here, I’m a librarian,” he paused, ponting at his name tag, Chan,  “and not borrowing a book and misplacing it is a crime.”

Your stomach dropped. It never really crossed your mind until now. You literally just committed theft. You wracked your brain, trying to think of where you left it. But nothing was coming to mind, and you knew by the look on his face, the way his glasses were tilted down, gaze looking downward on you, that you were in deep shit.

“I hate to say it since I was the person that recommended that book for you, but I’m going to have to call the police.”

You eyes widened, seeing how nonchalant he was in walking away, tone completely indifferent into basically incriminating you. You followed him in pursuit, you had to. It’s not like you wanted to go to jail for misplacing an eortic novel, god could anything be more embarrassing, definitely not. You found him, effortlessly with the library pheon on hand. His lips opened, about to speak, and that was when you bolted, lunging across his desk, snatching the phone out of his hand. You hung it back up, watching his face drop into complete shock at your desperation.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry, Mr uhm Chan, but please don’t call the police on me.”

“But you stole the book, and lost it. Not only is that theft, but now the library has to pay to replace the book.”

His expression was far from impressive. He threw his head back, scoffing as he looked down on you, pathetically, bent over his desk. You could sense a sudden shift in energy from him, especially with that smirk. Like a predator, someone seeing their prey. You wanted to test him, see what he would say if you played a little game with him.

“Please I’ll do anything,” you pouted, doting your eyes, batting your eyelashes, “please. I do not want a criminal record.”

The man bit down on his lip, bending down to meet your height, “Anything?”

“Anything, please.”

“Right then,” he hummed, bringing his thumb to capture the underside of your chin, “wait here then, I’m sure we can work something out.”

He stood up again, swiping the keys that were swiped off the floor at your successful attempt to shut him down. He walked swiftly towards the door, easily fitting in the key to lock as he turned it in, blinds automatically turning down. You stood up yourself, watching in awe at how dark the broad space had become. Once they covered the windows completely, not a single person on the street was able to see you in sight, he made his way back over, wrapping his fingers around your delicate wrist as he began to pull you gently, leading you to a dark hallway, one that you had never seen before. You had been to this library infinitely, so many times, yet there was still some place you had yet to discover. Nothing could be seen, the only thing you could identify was his touch. The walls felt near, but not to the point where they were closing in. Just enough for two people to walk next to each other.

“I never caught your name, by the way,” he whispered, yanking at your wrist, “that would probably be a good start.”

“Y/n,” you mumbled, too distracted in making sure you didn’t fall over, “It’s Y/n.”

“What a pretty name,” he cooed, suddenly bringing the two of you to a halt, “Y/n, rolls of the tongue very nicely.”

Your arm fell to its side, looking to your left to see him flip a switch. Your eyes squinted, adjusting to the bright lights and you eyes scattered, seeing a room with nothing but a desk in the center. You took several steps forward, until your foot touched the leg chair. Your skin began to tingle, very nervous and just waiting in anticipation. He followed your footsteps, right until he was pressing into your backside. He took a deep breath, lifting a hand as he subtly pulled the material covering your shoulder. You gasped, feeling the air of his deep exhalation dancing across your exposed skin. It didn’t feel real. No man had ever been so forward, so straight to the point. It felt like something taken out of a novel, something you would watch in the movies.

“You smell really,” he paused, taking in another passionate inhalation through his nose, “really good.”

Your head rolled back, resting on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you, gripping your waist tightly. His grip felt so good, everything you had imagined the moment you flipped that damn book open  to the first page. Your hands shadowed his palms on top of his as you leaned back, creating a very gentle friction. A deep groan escaped his lips, the nice guy disappearing within seconds as he pushed you forward, left hand traveling up to your upper back as he slammed you against the timber of the wooden desk.

“I’d love to be a nice guy,” he paused, chuckling, “but you betrayed me.”

He walked around, sitting at his desk, spreading his wide eye view as he looked down at you once more. The words, vocabulary he used. It sparked something in you. The cogs began to turn, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You took a moment, distracted by the half bulge appearing at the height of his pants.

“I betrayed you?”

“Oh yes,” he spoke, an angelic yet condescending tone, “you know, I really want to say I really wish that I didn’t didn’t give you that book.”

He paused, rolling the chair forward, placing his hand on the draw in front of him. An audible gasp left your lips when you saw him pull them out. Handcuffs, fluffy handcuffs. This was already charting into unfamiliar territory, but you did not care. Watching his ink blotted hands tightly grip the flur clatted cuffs. It was turning you on so much. You looked back up, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“But I saw you, the way you looked at me, at my hands, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled, realising he hd endured the same thoughts as yourself, “really?”

“Oh yeah,” He cooed, gently rubbing his free hand over his crotch, “so what did you think of the book?”

You gulped, hard. Trying to work out how you were going to tell him you thoroughly enjoyed the book. How you thought about him doing to you exactly how the mafia boss took the spy in every scene. How you thought about his hands, those damn hands, circulating around your body, making you very hot and very flustered that you read the book twice. The embarrassing feeling was beginning to keep it in, but you pushed it away, too turned on to even care whether you were embarrassing yourself.

“It was really good,” you whispered, too scared of a voice break from nerves, “I maybe, kinda read it twice.”

“Oh yeah?”He chuckled, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Too bad you betrayed me though.”

Ugh. He was so cocky, so arrogant. You know you would usually never give a man like this the time of day. But you don’t know what it was. Maybe it was the fact that he had been the majority of your thoughts for the past several days, or the fact that he had you bent over, half hard, telling you how much he thought about you. You had no time to contemplate, however, the same phrase being repeated from his mouth.

“You keep saying that, why do you keep saying that?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he scoffed, shaking his head subtly, “I thought you were a smart girl.”

“I am smart,” you whined, watching his hands trail away from his length, and onto his thigh, “how would you know?”

He tapped his thigh twice, index finger and middle finger with a light tap as he kept his eyes on you, trying to analyze every single inch of your face, analyzing any change in facial expression you made.

“Would you like to have a seat?”

You nodded in compliance, standing up and walking around his desk. You sat down on his left leg, the bottom of your legs hanging over his right side as you looked down at him, yourself analyzing his facial expressions. You never noticed before, but his freckles, he had freckles. You thought it was cute, but by the look on your face, it definitely wasn’t the time to bring up something you found to be sentimental.

“You know, if this was anybody else, I would have dealt with you right then and there?”

“You know I didn’t do this on purpose?”

Your eyes widened, releasing where the book was. You snapped your fingers, unconsciously wrapping your arms around his shoulders for balance and the realization hit you.

“The book! It’s at the cafe! I can take you there first thing tomorrow morning, I swear to god I-”

“Are you sure you really want that?”

The smirk on his face was more than suggestive.

“What? Of course I want to find it, so you don’t get in trouble-”

“Do you think the library cares about such erotic novels? They don’t care about those books, I forgot about that a long time ago.”

“Oh,” you nodded, “oh.”

“Yeah baby,” he whispered, face almost coming into contact with yours, “I still want to punish you though. You know, if this was anybody else, I would have dealt with them right then and there?”

You looked down, taking the cuffs out of his hands with one swift motion, placing them on his desk. You swiped your legs around, now straddling Chan.You pushed forward, a gentle whimper escaping your lips at the gentle friction against your bundle of nerves.

“Am I special now?”

“Hm, maybe you are,” he smirked again, biting down on his bottom lip, “I’ve never wanted to punish somebody so badly before.”

“Oh really,” you groaned, getting truly aroused from his words, “can I tell you something then?”

“Sure baby.”

You leaned forward, lips passing his own and heading straight for your ear, licking up the outside of his ear, “I don’t regret losing that book.”

He grabbed you by the neck, one hand encompassing the surface area completely as he pulled you back, creasing his lips onto yours. He moved fervently, tongue already begging for entrance as his head moved swiftly, turning from side to side, finding the right angle with the intention to completely devour you. Your first moan was muffled, wanting to let him know how much you were enjoying his lips. Chan's thumb and index finger at the base of your throat, squeezing lightly, the slight oxygen cut off was intoxicating. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, pulling away to look at you. He took you in, hands already leaving your throat and snaking down to the bottom of your shirt. You knew you were fucked, because you already missed how his hands felt on you. Arms lifting immediately, he smirked, scoffing when he saw you with nothing underneath. Part of you wanted to hide, being so exposed to someone you barely knew was usually intimidating. But Chan was helping you find a new level of confidence. The larger part of you liked it. Liked the way he was staring at your chest.His hands gripped your sides. Heavily dragging in an ascending matter until he reached each breast. He kneaded them in his hands, just like dough, making your grip on his shoulders tighten. He liked the way you reacted, throwing your head back at such gentle friction. His thumb ‘accidentally’ swiped your nipple, making you jolt in your seat.

“So sensitive,” he mumbled, doing the same thing again, “too bad you betrayed me.”

He pushed you off his lap, making you stand as he looked at the button at the top of your pants. He undid them in one motion, watching how easily they pooled to your ankles. 

“Aw,” he cooed, sticking his bottom lips out in an exaggerated manner, “blue panties, how cute.”

“You like what you see,” you smirked, twirling your hair in a naive manner, “I wore them just for you.”

So many thoughts were swimming around in your head. So many, but it was this moment when it finally hit you. The scene, that one scene from the book. Where she came out as a spy. Oh my god. Being punished. How could you be so stupid and not realise what he was getting at.

“You’re so fucking dirty,” he spat, eyes raking your almost naked body, “waiting around, not knowing if you would see me again or not, such a little slut aren’t you?”

“Oh yes,” you whined, dropping to your knees, “only a little slut for you Chan, sir.”

You climbed forward, turning around with your hands behind your back. You saw him within seconds, reaching for the cuffs like his life depended on it as you grabbed your wrists, somewhat in a rough manner as you heard the cliffs click, adjusting to the size of your wrist. The coolness of the fresh metal relaxed you, your body feeling at ease. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling in your own space as you waited. Waited for his next step to see what he wanted. You could see nothing, only the sound of what sounded like lined, metal clinking and clothed material sliding away before you heard his command.

“Turn around.”

You did so, tongue sticking out flat as he presented himself to you, body completely exposed. 

“Oh wow,” you smirked, eyes in like with his now completely hardened cock, “I thought I was being punished.”

“You are,” he responded, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“But you want me to suck you off?”

“Yeah baby, you don’t want to?”

You climbed onto his lap, hands on either side of his thoughts as you spread them apart, lips inching, just barely, so close to the tip of his cock. His face changed in the slightest, this dominating facade slightly dropping the moment you teased him. You couldn’t tell if he was desperate or frustrated that you were toying with him, not playing by the rules he was demanding of.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you whined, bringing your left hand to the base of his cock, seeing the teeth sink into the skin below his lip, “I just don’t think this is a punishment. It’s a reward.”

Your hand moved slowly, seeing the contortion in his face as he tried to remain calm. Chan couldn’t help it, your hands felt so good wrapped around him. He had already jerked off thinking about it multiple times. He was already so obsessed with you, the way you back chatted him, the way you didn’t give into him so quickly. He didn’t know if his fixation with you was toxic or not, but Chan simply did not care. Your hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping him was enough for any rational thought to leave his brain.

“You’re such a fucking slut y/n,” he groaned, “bet you’ve been thinking about me like this, dont you?”

“Aw you’re so cute, but I can hear your voice, struggling to speak, it turns me on so much.”

You stuck your tongue out, playing with his dick so that it hit your tongue over and over. Teasing someone had never been so much fun. It was so easy to push his buttons. There was a being protruding, at the center of his forehead. It made you feel accomplished, like your job was already done.

“You’re right,” you giggled, going back to using your hand only, “I am such a slut, but only for you Chan. Only for you sir.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, wanting to spit on you, “fuck this.”

He stood up, grasping your arm as he also made you stand. He sat back however, grabbing you by the waist, plummeting you down across his lap. Your clothed ass sat across his thighs. It didn’t take long for him, rather than pulling your panties down and throwing them across the room, he ripped them, not even giving you the decency of being fully naked.

“You think you can control me? After everything, stealing from me, lying through your teeth, wow you really a worthless little whore, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you moaned,” enjoying the vulgarity of his words to describe you, “I like pushing your buttons.”

Your voice was the one that was coming out strained now, making him chuckle already. He ripped your panties even further, leaving one large whole down the middle, material falling onto either side of his lap as he inspected your ass. His right hand traveled over, soothingly rubbing the soft skin of your backside. A satisfied hum came form your lips, wanton in the way his calloused fingertips felt.

“You certainly do, and you’ve had your fun,” he paused, lifting his hand, giving the first blow to your ass, “but now you have to learn.”

A large whimper escaped your lips, grafted in the way your skin was left searing, burying at his heavy hand. The heat felt so good, making you moan at how you knew there would be two big hands marks spread across your cheeks. You giggled heavily, a hum following as another he spanked you again, and again, and again.

“Ah,” you squeaked, “I must have been a really bad girl, huh?”

“Fuck yes you have,” he growled, fingers spreading past your cheeks, “so fucking naughty.”

His fingers reach your folds, spreading them evenly, watching the arousal dripping from your hole. He groaned once more, solely gratified in how easily your wetness was coating his fingers. He swiped one up, roughly swiping an individual finger against your clit, causing you to almost fall off of his lap. Lucky Chan had good reflexes, because he withdrew them straight away, gripping your hips, forcing you back ever higher on his lap. 

“For such a big mouth, you sure are sensitive.”

There was nothing you could say, because he had banged the nail right on the head. Your body was already so sensitive, so fragile to his touch, like he was a magician with magical, spiritual fingers. Every single time his tips touched you, on your arms, legs, inner thighs, your pussy, a spark of electricity erupted, and you became light headed, completely intoxicated and melting into his touch.

He took his glasses off, placing them on the desk as he spread his legs, allowing more room for his elbow to come between your knees, spreading your own limbs farther apart, before sliding his fingers back into your folds. A well audible gasp left his lips at how easily his fingers plunged into your pussy. Your body shook, the unexpected fingers coming as a complete surprise. Nonetheless, a deep moan erupted from your chest. He pumped at an immense rate, on the other hand bringing continuous blows to your ass cheeks. The several different types of sensations were already overwhelming you, but you simply did not care. If anything, it just added to the toxic, crazy dizziness you were already experiencing. You felt dirty, dirty in the way you let a complete stranger bend you over and punish you for a regretful behavior. Dirty in the way that your ass was burning, sitning, practically on fire. How pathetic this scene would have looked to an outsider. But the part that made you feel the dirtiest, was how much you were enjoying this. Your whole was already clenching, the squalching was loud, echoing around his digits. Nobody had ever treated you like this before, in fact, most of the sex you particiapted in was intimiate, soft, playful, love making. No full force, spanks, choking were never even close to being coordinated into your sexy time. You didn’t know you could be aroused to this level.

Sweat beads covered your forehead, luckily not facing Chan as he quickened his fingers inside of you. A gentle whine escaped your lips, feeling every texture, every timbre, every single inch of his digits. The callous on his palms hitting your clit, wrinkles of his knuckles hitting your velvetine walls. Nothing could be more splendid.

“Oh my god,” you cried, completely exasperated, hands still cuffed behind your back as your legs began to shake.

“So fucking dirty you are,” he hissed, giving you another spank in the process, “you like being absolutely wrecked like a fucked out slut, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you whined, “I fucking love it.”

“Of course you do,” he scoffed,increasing his pace to a quicker rate, “fucking whore.”

Another whine left your lips the longer this continued. You could feel it, in the pit of your stomach. You knew the peak of arousal was coming soon, any second in fact, but you did not want it to end. Yes, you were already fucked out, but you wanted to be exhuated, at the point of complete exhaustion. Chan let you another chuckle, biting on his bottom lip as your juices soaked his fingers, continuing to fill the acoustics of the air as he mercilessly pumped you. He could feel it too, especially how much your hole was clenching around him.

“Say you’re sorry,” he grunts, followed by one more blow to your left cheek, “beg for it. You don’t even deserve to come, even though you’re so. Fucking desperate.”

This thrusts matched his words, increasing in force with each word of encouragement.

“I’m sorry,” you strained, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you struggled to speak, mouth wide open, “I can’t, I can’t hold it.”

He brought his fingers to a halt, anything but satisfied with your answer. He withdrew them completely, instead, keeping his index finger on your nerve bundle. There was no movement, yet you rutted your hips against him, as much as you could due to the restraints making it somewhat difficult to control your body. His free hand spanked you, again, a shake of his head followed. It made you stop in your tracks, making you realize that you were in deep shit. 

“You seriously want to act like a fucking brat?”

You said nothing, a small whimper escaping your lips at the very, very subtle rounded movement on your clit.

“Look at you, you’re so fucking patehtic. Fully naked, pussy dripping, and me, fully clothed, barely touching anything. First you lied to me, and now you want to misbehave?”

“No, I’m sorry I-”

“Shut up,” he hissed, completely cutting you off before slamming his fingers back into your pussy once more, “you’re gonna beg to cum, and you’re going to fucking like it, do you understand?”

He brought his hand to your neck, reassuming his gentle pressure prior to the chamber of your throat as he continued to finger you. Your jaw dropped, breath hissing like a snake from the gentle cut off of oxygen supply.

“Please,” you wheezed, “I’ll be a good girl and never do anything.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “keep talking.”

“I love being your filthy little slut. You make me feel so good. Can’t hold it in anymore. Please, please let me come.”

“You’re convincing me,” he smirked, smugness very apparent in his tone, “keep begging for me like the pathetic little slut you are.”

“Ah fuck,” you cried, hips begginng to jolt back anf forth, “please let me cum, I can’t hold it any longer hhhh.”

It was true, and the last thing you wanted to do was cum without permission. Your abdomen was tightening, and the coil that was your orgasm was so tight it was ready to snap at any moment.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling nice tonight,” he snickered, “why don’t you cum for me?”

It really took you a matter of seconds before your body flopped like a fish, Chan holding a grip on your hips as you let yourself go. Hands fingers moved in a smooth manner. He adjusted to your cry, letting your hips rutt on his fingers as he cooed you through your high.

“That’s it,” he whispered, a gentle hush spreading over the room as your jaw locked open, “such a good girl cumming around my fingers like that.”

The sudden praise made you grateful.

“Thank you, sir’ you sighed, breath completely exasperated, “thank you for letting me cum.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” he replied, draggin you slightly forward as he opened his drawer and reached for his key. He undid the buckle in one swift motion, a sigh of relief heaving from your lungs as you brought your hands to your face. The red marks around the wrist made you heat, rotating them a little to bring back any feeling to them. 

“Did you want to sit up?”

You nodded, allowing Chan to grab you by the wait. He helped you up, letting you straddle his lap. He brought your wrist to his lips, showering them in kisses. It was sweet, but also took you aback. You were truly unsure how these two sides of him contradict each other. You smiled at him, somewhat embarrassed of how such a simple task made you so giddy.

“That was really fun.”

‘Yes,” you nodded, pressing a peck to his lips, “I had a really good time.”

“Are you okay? I hope I wasn’t too crazy.”

You looked up, into his eyes, nothing but genuine fear and concern behind them. You shook your head, booping his nose and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head against his shoulder as you nuzzled into him.

“No, it was great, you were great. And yes, I’m okay, just a little tired.”

“Ah,” he replied, unsure what else to say. He didn’t want to violate a possible boundary. Like the epiphany you had before, he barely knew you. He didn't know where you lived, if you lived alone, with friends, parents. He was waiting there, patiently waiting for you to say something. He was hoping, secretly, that that wasn’t the end of the night, seeing as he basically destroyed you, ass covered in red prints. He wanted to take care of you. Pick you up and swoop you into a cloud. 

“Did you want to come back to mine?”

“Oh, I can?”

“Yes,” you mumbled, lifting your head from his chest, “it’s late and I’m too scared to walk to my dorm at night. I also would not want you to be on the streets at this hour by yourself either.”

You stood up from his lap, finding your clothes and dressing yourself in a timely manner. He walked you back to the library, grabbing your backpack for you as you walked out, Chan following behind as he turned the lights off, locking the automatic door, and standing on his heels, shyly waiting for you to direct him to your abode. The two of you began to walk, a comfortable silence dancing over before your brain finally felt like it switched back on, heading straight to the book.

“Fuck,” you gasped, “the book.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah it’s fine,” he shrugged, “we can go to the cafe tomorrow morning and check if it’s there, otherwise I just have to put in a form, along with like 50 other books that get stolen to get another one.”

You scoffed, thawing your head back at how nonchalant he was.

“And to think we could have done that this whole time.”

“We could have,” he whispered, “but really I just needed an excuse to see you again.”

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