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rayactive-factory · 2 months
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You drew sonic in a dress can you draw shadow in a skirt?
hi! two fun things about this ask: 1. i've only posted a sonic in a dress here once, but you'll never guess one of my all-time favourite subject matters (hint 1, hint 2, hints 3 and 4, hint 5, hint 6,,,). so i was very happy to see this in my inbox lol, thank you! 2. you sent it on a day i was meaning to post a shadow in a skirt actually!.. but then i saw this ask and was like, "no, i have to answer first!!!!" so here we go:
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yume-aeae · 3 months
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can you draw multicare mood please... (pleading eyes emoji)
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She's so silly! Love her!
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orykorioart · 4 months
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BUT WHAT ABOUT. Raihan and Leon proposal. Either one to the other or at the same time.
you KNOW their wedding will be the biggest, grandest event with everyone invited and with special limited edition League cards made for it and a huge battle as the reception and
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Oh my god I have so many thoughts about this actually lol, especially since Pokemon Masters made Battle Tower Leon’s EX white (immediately made me think of a wedding suit). In the interest of not taking two whole months, I’m going to share this WIP for now!
+A silly extra sketch, featuring the iconic Charizard pose that is absolutely not going to be on Leon’s limited League card what are you talking about
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As for the proposal, I might have something cooking somewhere down the line 😉 though based on previous experience it very well might take a while again 🤡
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crescentfool · 9 months
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a new stream doodle from today + a few stream doodles from 2022 i never posted here! also there's my ryoji brush if you want it... link in the replies 😳
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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 year
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hiii may I request a Noctyx and what you call them ? just like the one you did with Luxiem, I found it to be very adorable and would love a Noctyx one as well, thank you so much!!
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noctyx and what you call them
thank you very much for the compliment. even more importantly thank you very much for the noctyx request! i have a few noctyx x reader ideas bc i am dead set on filling up this noctyx x reader tag when i can but i love seeing others just as interested in them as i am
ah, but it's funny, revisiting my first-ever post on this blog and comparing it to how i format my posts now, i can't believe i typed the actual entries all in lowercase, that's the first time i've done that! how strange
...though i will say it was hard thinking of other words for "partner"
tags: established relationship, fluff, gender neutral reader
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🎭 Alban Knox: Darling
The night is tempting and harsh at once, and he plays both sides with fervor, a thief attracted to all that glitters. He takes what he wants, and he's so used to taking what he wants that he doesn't know how to manage how kind you are to your darling. A warm home and hot food, a place to sleep with love, safe. He's never experienced any of this easiness before, and he certainty hasn't been called darling before. He doesn't know how you do it. He wants to get used to it.
🐑 Fulgur Ovid: Other Half
He starts it first. Better half, he introduces you, his Reader, and casts aside his own worth for the sake of uplifting yours. That’s what he does best. You never walk alone because he never lets you go, and you reach the heights you do because he’s your foundation. There is so much care and passion in all he does and it stuns you how easily he ignores it. When will he realize he's equal to you as your other half? You are two puzzle pieces, half of a locket together into a pendant. You complete each other.
🔗 Sonny Brisko: Hero
Like a hero he's always there, and like a hero he deflects. Affection goes unsaid, but simply felt, and very much unlike one he tries to avoid it. He doesn't have the courage to ask. He holds tight around you, nonetheless, and whispers comfort in your ear while you ball your hands around his jacket. Simply felt, as he smooths your hair out of your face and lets you exhale, and when you say his name like that, full of adoration and all he never thought he could be, my hero, he forgets how to breathe himself.
🔮 Uki Violeta: Soulmate
You’ve never known color in feeling until you met him, and now that he's in your life, you see him in the sunlight as naturally as the shadows and shines that come through. He breathes life into art with the quirk of his lips at song and in just a moment you see all there is to say about it. But he speaks anyways, and his voice is silk, and when you respond he curls a hand around you while the other holds his head up, lost in your words, the only one for you, your soulmate.
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wundrousarts · 3 months
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Mini Silverborn Countdown
If you’ve been around for a few years, you’ve seen me vaguely mention a “Silverborn Countdown Challenge” several times. It’s been delayed and changed as many times as the book itself, lol.
If anyone wants sort of a low-stakes, very chill and spaced out version of this ye olde never tackled challenge to complete in the next year before Silverborn, I propose what I’m doing:
Every 3 months leading up to the initial release, I am creating one thing based on each of the books.
January — Nevermoor
April — Wundersmith
July — Hollowpox
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writingbyshiloh · 2 years
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Dating Jim Halpert would include...
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Word Count: 718
Warnings: none
I’m not sure if this is friend to dating headcanons or dating headcanons – so I did both! Secondly, I love Pam so this is an AU where she found someone amazing for her who treats her right.
The Dunder Mifflin office is always hectic so it was no surprise your first day there was chaotic
From your first day, Jim was always there to help you navigate through it, how to avoid pranks from Dwight, and how to deal with Micheal.
Jim thinks you're attractive from your first day but I feel like he won’t act on his feelings – Jim likes a slow burn. He is also polite and you never want to make anyone uncomfortable.
No matter what part of Dunder Mifflin you work in Jim will always find a reason to be there. 
If you're a salesperson he would always be at your desk to help you with sales of course. If you're in accounting he would always be at your desk because he says he wants to learn more about accounting (this causes nothing but glares from Angela to the two of you). If in the back office, he would pass through the kitchen and bring you coffee/tea/juice
He would memorize how you like said drink too
He enlists Pam (his best friend) help to ask you out. He figures that she would be the most casual when finding out what movies and restaurants you like to eat at.
You kinda thought that he had a crush on you because of all the flirting and inside jokes. He would include you in prank planning and help you with pranks of your own. In staff meetings he would sit next to you and joke, causing you to stifle your laughter.
I like the idea of Dwight noticing your crush on Jim or Jim’s crush on you
You rolled your eyes and tried to muffle your laugh at the email Jim sent you. It was about an inside joke from the last useless staff meeting. 
“What are you laughing about?” Dwight asked, not taking his eyes off of his work. 
“Nothing just an email,” you replied, trying to keep your laughter under control as you felt heat rise in your face. You took off your cardigan to cool down. 
“You just took off your sweater, indicating your blushing and you keep looking at Jim” he retorted. 
“Dwight, that doesn’t mean anything. It's just sent a funny email” Jim said trying to defend you against Dwight. 
“Yeah, just like Jim said” you tried in hopes that Dwight would drop the matter. 
“Wrong. (Y/N)’s pupils dilate when talking to Jim, but contract when looking at others. It is a basic sign in humans of attraction” 
You caught Jim's eye and felt your face get warmer. 
“Flirt elsewhere. I’m trying to work here” Dwight grumbled before returning to his work. 
After the conversation with Dwight and a private conversation, you and Jim go on a date! Something casual and not too fancy. Probably getting coffee or lunch on the weekend. 
Also something fun! Like bowling, roller rink you name it!
To avoid drama in the office you two agree not to tell anyone 
Pam notices a change in the dynamic between the two of you and immediately asks you for details. The rest of the office doesn't notice due to the mass amounts of drama that happen at work
If you wanted to tell everyone, Jim would agree as he would support whatever you wanted
Moving into a relationship did not change much from being friends with Jim, he is still always trying to make you laugh, supporting you no matter what
Once Michael finds out, all bets are off. He’ll want to go on double dates all the time and feel included. You two are getting invited over for dinner… many times 
It is great if you like sports, but if you don't Jim would tell you all about them, trying to point out the key players and moves 
If you have a bad day, he is ready. He has your favourite food/drinks at the ready, armed with jokes and any funny shows/movies you like. 
Your face often hurts from laughing and smiling for hours
Overall a super caring, sweet, and funny boyfriend! 
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quinloki · 9 months
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Birthday Request Event
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥ Reader: AFAB Character: Rob Lucci Kink: #5 #12 #17 - I ended up using all three! Prompt: #15 "No, you can't use your hands." Gift Giver: @sanjis-all-blue
Summary: There's not much softness shared between you and Lucci, but things are understood between you both with few words.
Content Notes: rough sex, biting, degradation, forced orgasms, Dom!Lucci isn't big on compromise, consensual 18+
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This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
The sharp sting against your ass forces a gasp from you as you hold onto the sheet tighter. Lucci is already buried deep inside you, hips barely moving.
Earlier you had come into the room to talk to him at his behest, and either he was in a good mood, or a bad one, but his hand grabbed your hair, and yanked you to him, before you had so much as closed the doors behind you. You yelped, struggling to keep your feet as barely controlled claws tore the clothes from you.
In the years you’d been with Lucci you had learned not to become attached to any of your clothes. To his credit things would be mended or replaced, as resources and time allowed – and it wasn’t like his own clothes fared any better. You were convinced the man had been a beast even before he ate a devil fruit.
Now you were face down, red ass in the air, the tattered remains of your clothes clinging to your sweaty body. Lucci had calmed himself by rutting against you, covering your back in cum before he’d finally pushed his cock deep inside you.
Every time you had moved your hands, either to aid him or yourself, he’d bat your hands away. The low growl of warning that bubbled up in his throat when you had moved to tease yourself was all the notice you needed.
You were not to use your hands.
So instead, you grabbed onto the sheets near your head, and let him sink what pleasures or pains he chose into your body. The sharp sting of the slaps against your ass were already turning into their own pleasure, and what little movement there was inside you, was stirring you up enough.
Lucci had always been a man of few words, his actions speaking more than anything else. Usually, the only sounds between you were your own shaky gasps of pleasure and pain, and Lucci’s grunts and growls. Occasionally you would beg, and sometimes he would speak demands into your ears, but for the most part you two communicated nonverbally.
The only times he spoke at length, were when he wanted to degrade you. Knowing full well that his cruel words would do nothing more than expedite your pleasure.
“My sweet little deer.” He growls into your ear. “You’re being quiet, little whore.”
You can feel sharp claws catch lightly against your skin, as he pushes into you more deeply, and runs his fingers over you. Your mouth opens in a whimper and before you can form any words, a sharp, taloned finger presses against your tongue.
“Don’t try to be a good girl now.” He purrs, hot breath cascading over your face. “I suppose it’s on me.” His voice sinks into your neck as he rolls his hips, shifting himself inside you. “I’ve only been playing with my meal up ‘til now.”
The sound of shifting silk fills your ears, and a moment after he removes his finger from your tongue, he stuffs his rolled-up tie into your mouth.
“Make yourself useful, little slut, and hold onto that.” He demands, his hands pushing into the mattress on either side of your shoulders as he finally starts to move inside you.
Long, slow, steady – the motion is smooth and precise, like a tour of all your favorite places. It’s the proof, the unspoken statement that despite the rough actions, despite the growls and degrading words, he cared for you. Knew you. Paid attention to all the little signs of pleasure you wouldn’t dare to hide from him.
There was no abuse in his actions, he knew what kind of meal you were, and you were happily devoured by him. Your earlier airy gasps and moans were deeper sounds now, grunts and shivered moans that rattled in your chest, held back by the ball of silk in your mouth.
Lucci’s pace quickened, and pleasure started coiling. His motion was pushing you into the sheets, causing the material to caress your clit with each thrust. It was teasing, tantalizing, and you were almost certain he was doing it on purpose.
He plateaus, keeping the same pace and rhythm and you can feel your body shaking and tensing. You move to take the tie from your mouth, so you can ask for permission, but a swift hand catches your wrist.
“No. Hands.” He growls.
You shake your head, and whimper pleadingly, but all you get is a hot, wet tongue licking along your shoulders.
“Don’t bite that tie.” He warns, breath pouring over your skin just before you feel his teeth press against you.
The building tension overtakes you, and the flood of pleasure races from your pussy like a wave, washing over your body. Your hands clench the sheets, and your toes curl, and you desperately focus on your mouth, not wanting to bite the tie. Even though you wanted to bite down, Lucci wasn’t slowing down, and the pleasure was skittering through your body like sparks of lightning.
You squirm under him as the pleasure builds again and you feel sharp teeth at the back of your neck. You freeze, taking sharp short breaths as you try desperately to hold your body still. If you move too much, he’ll bite you, and if he bites you, you might bite the tie.
The teeth never leave you, and rough, almost growling grunts, were huffed against your skin. Pleasure was building for you both, but that meant nothing for Lucci. Even if he came, he wasn’t going to slow down until he wanted to.
Lucci’s free hand sneaks under your waist, and his fingers tease your clit. His claws are retracted, and he presses steady circles into the bundle of nerves. The action shocks pleasure through you, causing you to cry out from behind the gag and squirm under him.
His teeth sink into your skin, as his hips slam into yours with less control, his fingers still teasing your clit. The orgasm is ripped from you, and from better or worse the precious tie falls from your mouth as your body arcs backward in pleasure. Tensed muscles raise your face off the sheets, and your legs and toes curl around Lucci, feet pressing him into you.
He takes a moment, nuzzling into your neck and nearly purring into your skin, before he leans back, standing up to look over you. The flicker of adoration in his eyes isn’t missed by you, even in your haze as you struggle to catch your breath, but it’s quickly replaced by a far more sinister look.
“You didn’t bite it,” he muses, hand curling around your leg and pulling you up against him. “But now there’s no reason for me to hold back.”
He leans down, kissing along your legs before halting your words, freezing them in your throat with a piercing look. “Scream well for me, little deer.”
Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST
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gingerjolover · 5 months
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hi!
i just wanted to update y'all that i have gotten all of y'alls requests and i am working through them! pls feel free to send ideas my way but i am writing that requests are closed on my masterlist until i catch up
i had a v busy day and then my night did NOT go as planned so i have a few more Halloween mini fics/blurbs to write and then i will be back to normal programming
thanks for your patience and i love u
<3
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(enjoy this portrait of my wife and our child <3)
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good-beanswrites · 8 months
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And here's Emergency with Kazui for @qrevo, thank you for the request! I realized as much as Kazui's moment saving Fuuta lives in my brain, I haven't ever written anything for it, so have some more Kazui propaganda haha! (There's reference to violence, but no graphic descriptions or anything 👍)
Kazui may have joked that his reflexes were dulling with age, but they were still perfectly intact when called upon. He thought leaving his profession behind meant he’d no longer be the first responder to an emergency situation. He thought that he’d be done stumbling onto blood-covered scenes of victims and assailants. Milgram had proved him wrong.
He left many of the others in the common room, enjoying a lighthearted conversation after dinner. He stepped into the dim prison hallway, hoping to grab a cigarette from his cell and return in time to catch the end of Shidou’s story. 
There rose some shouting from up ahead. Kazui picked up his pace, but there was no need to get too worked up, he thought. Mikoto had been awfully loud in his cell after his verdict. Tensions were high among the prisoners, and squabbles broke out all the time. Even upon recognizing Fuuta and Kotoko’s voices, he figured the two were having one of their usual disagreements. 
It was only when he could make out some of Fuuta’s desperate words that his instincts kicked in.
“Help! Please! Is anybody -- aargk!”
Kazui’s feet were pounding across the prison before he had a moment to think. Everything snapped into focus. His time in Milgram had felt like some strange dream, but now his senses became completely clear. 
He followed the noise, now recognizing the sickening sounds of violence and agonized cries between each. Though he could already piece together what was going on, his training had him peer around corners and into cells to be sure there were no other threats. He went flying into Fuuta’s cell.
He had only a second to take in the scene. Kotoko was winding up for a kick -- another kick by the look of it. Fuuta was curled in a heap in the corner, his uniform straps tangled around him. His hands shielded his face. All of which, and the ground below, dripped with blood. 
Kazui took Kotoko’s arm, yanking her back before her boot could connect. She recovered much quicker from her surprise than he expected. She shifted her weight around, using new leverage to escape his grasp. As she took a swing at him, he suddenly recalled their earlier conversation about fighting styles. 
He blocked blow after blow. Damn, she was strong.
“Kotoko, what is all this? I’m not trying to hurt you, but you can’t --” Kazui grunted as she landed a solid hit. He continued rattling off some typical deescalation attempts, but she didn’t hear a word of it. She hardly even looked at him, keeping her eyes trained on Fuuta as they fought. 
“He’s a killer,” she said evenly. “Do you even know what he’s done?”
“Do you?”
“It’s unforgivable.”
“It’s not your call to make!” At last, Kazui managed to shove her outside the cell. She stumbled back. The two took a breath. 
She wiped blood from her lip where Fuuta must have struck back. “The warden knows this is true justice. You know it is, too.” 
Then, she disappeared around the corner.
Kazui stepped out to be sure she wouldn’t return. He ran back to Fuuta the moment she was out of sight. She wasn’t his top priority.
He found Fuuta mumbling to himself, still clutching his face. Kazui had only seen him with his confident, fiery attitude. He felt his stomach clench hearing the boy whimper in pain and fear. Kazui often forgot how young these prisoners truly were.
“Hey, it’s okay. She’s gone. Hey, look at me.” He gently took Fuuta’s hands, pulling them away to assess the damage. His face twisted at the sight. This was more than he was equipped to handle. 
Fuuta’s hands wrapped back around himself. He gasped for air. “She… please… I can't... my eye…”
“You’re going to be alright. Just stay with me.” In a swift motion, he swung Fuuta over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. The boy cried out, but Kazui was already on the move. He called to Shidou from down the hall. 
As soon as he set foot in the common area, he began giving orders. He told Shidou to examine Fuuta's condition, laying him on one of the tables. He demanded the others stay put until he could find Kotoko. He asked where the other guilty prisoners were. Most just gaped at him in shock. Though their delayed reaction was frustrating in the moment, he understood their surprise. He realized it was the first time he’d raised his voice since coming here. He’d always sat back and let the others take the lead; it was probably strange to see a laid back man like him suddenly taking charge.
Yuno leapt to her feet, already ignoring his warnings. He caught her with an arm before she could run out the door. “Oh god, Mahiru!”
“I’ll find her. Don’t leave.”
He turned on his heel and went running once more.
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ourpleboy · 9 months
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it would be interesting to see DAVE cosplaying YOU and YOU cosplaying DAVE can you draw that? sending love
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mildmayfoxe · 7 months
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hahaha hey you guys guess what. you'll never believe it. got the guy who's in charge of my fraud case on the phone and he was like "who'd you give one-time security codes to yesterday" and i was like "the guy who called me from the fraud department after they noticed a weird login in florida??" and he was like "that was the fuckin hacker. you got got. IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!" i handed my entire savings over to a fucking guy on the phone on a silver platter. like some kind of fuckin rube. bro
#IT IS OK THOUGH I HAVE BEEN SORTING IT OUT#account is LOCKED DOWN! card is DELETED! fraud paperwork has been FILED! i have requested a fraud alert AND credit freeze#from the NATIONAL CREDIT BUREAU!#a friend of mine is taking me to MAINE next saturday to go to the BANK! i sent an email to my landlord asking if i can pay rent by CHECK!#i went to my other bank and deposited my BONDS! so i have some MONEY! to pay RENT!#i also got a new debit card from them. and made sure i could use my old checks.#i also bought some STAMPS while i was out and a BIRTHDAY PRESENT for a FRIEND#now i am going to start switching over some auto deposits#so when i get my paycheck on tuesday i will actually get it.#i feel so STUPID but i think i have done all i can to fix this. i am feeling better about it#by next weekend i will have my money again. it's all fine#and hopefully next time i will not get got so easily. lol.#anyway dont get got by people pretending to be your bank i guess. i did think it was weird how many questions they asked but..#they ALWAYS ask lots of questions at the bank!!!!!#i got a text message FROM the bank saying they would be calling me soon and then the next call was from the scammer#and then like a half hour later got one from the bank and was confused bc they'd just 'called me'#anyway. it'll be fine. scary for a while but at least i have things i can do to make it better. it's all good#genuinely feeling like i ought to take out like a thousand bucks cash and keep it in my desk to replace my bonds tho tbh hahah#just in case something like this happens again. you never know. what would i have done if i DIDNT have those yknow#ok thank u all for being along on this journey with me
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its-not-sof · 2 years
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40 + 48 with Chanyeol please! Can it be a little angsty at first but a happy ending. Hihi thank you.
“Don’t make such a big deal out of it, we’re friends, right?” + “I want to kiss you more than anything right now.”
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“Hey, Chanyeol-ah, how do I look?”
You called out to your best friend as you smoothed out your little black dress in the mirror. You were going on a first date tonight, and you wanted everything to be perfect.
Little did your best friend know, you wished that the date you were going on was with him instead of your recent tinder match. Part of the reason why you were on the app in the first place was to take your mind off of your totally unattainable crush.
“Y/N, I’m sure you look fine,” Chanyeol yelled back, not getting up from the couch.
You rolled your eyes and stepped out into the living room so he could look at you.
Your heels clicked on the floor as you entered. Chanyeol was busy playing a video game on the tv, but nearly dropped his controller when you entered his view.
Your heartbeat quickened under his stunned gaze. You quickly broke eye contact, feeling a burning sensation in your chest as his gaze locked into you.
“Y/N…” he began.
“Could you, uh, zip me up, please?” You cut him off, looking up at him again.
Chanyeol paused his game, suddenly giving you his full attention. You turned around and pulled your hair out of the way, exposing your bare back to him. When he paused, you let out a soft laugh.
“Are you going to help me or am I going to have to show up to my date half-dressed?” You teased, trying to ignore the way you could feel your heartbeat in your ears. “Don’t make such a big deal out of it, we’re friends, right?”
Chanyeol swallowed heavily, subtly looking you up and down. His fingers gripped the zipper, gently sliding it closed. His hands momentarily brushed the skin of your bare lower back, sending a shiver up your spine. These ridiculous feelings were going to have to be squashed if you were going to even think about your date at all tonight.
“Thanks,” you whispered, turning back around. “So, now how do I look?”
Chanyeol cleared his throat.
“You look… beautiful,” he finally answered.
You felt your cheeks redden at his sincerity.
“Thank you,” you whispered, suddenly noticing the close proximity between you. You could nearly feel his breaths fanning across your cheeks.
“Y/N, don’t go tonight,” Chanyeol mumbled, looking into your eyes.
You nearly couldn’t believe what you just heard.
“What?” You whispered, eyes wide and searching his for answers.
“Y/N. Don’t go on your date tonight, please,” he repeated, unmistakably.
“Why?” You questioned.
“Because I want to kiss you more than anything right now.”
Your eyes widened further, your heart threatening to burst out of your chest. Had he just said what you think he said?
“Chanyeol…” you whispered, stepping closer to him.
Suddenly, you crashed your lips against his, forcefully conveying years of pent-up feelings in one bursting moment. His large hands tugged at your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, somehow soft, rough, tender, and passionate all at the same time.
Your chest heaved slightly as you came up for air a few moments later. You looked deeply into your best friend’s eyes and cradled his shocked face in your hands.
“Chanyeol, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that…” you murmured, unable to keep the smile off your face.
He laughed, returning your smile with a wider one of his own.
“Thank god you couldn’t zip up that dress by yourself. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I let you walk out that door.” he muttered with a laugh. You smirked, leaning in close to his face.
“Why don’t you help me with that zipper one more time, Chanyeol-ah…”
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ur-fave-isa-terf · 5 months
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your mom is a terf
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writing-good-vibes · 2 years
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Summer requests! 28. Polaroid photos! Charles Lee Ray. Pretty please!!! I know you are going to nail this.
bex, my love 💕 thank you for requesting !! i think this is my first request for you ?? so i tried to go hard af,, it's been a while but chucky is always my ride or die 🙌🔪 WARNING for mentioned/implied/mild smut and for chucky being shady (specific tw in notes, as it is a spoiler of sorts)
[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]
charles lee ray (polaroid photos)
Charles Ray was nothing if not obsessive.
Obsessed with ritual, with knowledge, with control. Single minded at worst and devoted at best. And right now, you couldn't quite tell which.
After a long, hot summer of fun -- because being with Chucky was fun, the most fun you'd had in a long, long time -- it was then that the rose tinted shades came off.
You were no stranger to a camera. Chucky had had a fixation on taking porno photos (or "erotica" as he had once defended it to you) for as long as you'd been sleeping with him.
He kept the stack of polaroids in a draw, bringing them out to flick through when he was in the mood. Dozens of photos of you, naked and sweating. Blurry shots where you moaned or writhed at the wrong (or right) moment. You looked up at him with wet eyes, lips around his cock. You posed, tastefully in underwear he bought (or stole, you didn't like to ask) for, before it was ripped from your body.
At first you didn't know what to make of it, when he pulled away, just on the precipice of your climax and went, "Smile for the camera, doll." But now you were used to it, used to the way he framed a shot or watched you, closely, for just the right expression.
These photos were different though. Kept tucked away in an envelope at the back of his bedside cabinet. These ones were something else entirely.
You'd met Chucky just as the dampness of spring was turning to the dryness of summer, as the days grew longer and the hot prickling of your skin made it easy to succumb to the heat between your thighs.
These pictures -- the ones he kept at the back of a drawer like a dirty fucking secret -- were downright ordinary. You were crossing the street, unlocking your front door with an armful of groceries, waiting on the platform for the tram, smoking outside the bar closest to your apartment where you spent maybe too many night. Candid photos. Photos where you weren't smiling, not because of any overt sadness but because you were simply going about your day.
In all of them you were wrapped in your coat, the breath visible at your lips. Each photo captured not only you but the bleak sharpness of Chicago's winter. Winter.
Your summer romance was much more than that. At least, it was for Chucky.
Charles Ray was nothing if not obsessive.
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6-degrees-of-keroro · 7 months
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Dorohedoro is 2 degrees away from Keroro Gunso
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Todd Haberkorn and Takehito Koyasu voice Asu (dub) and the Melting Sorcerer from Dorohedoro respectively
Todd Haberkorn and Takehito Koyasu voice Keroro (dub) and Kururu respectively
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