#that first one was a sketch that got out of hand :V

[somekindofpoet]

La Petite Mort

Summary: Reader finds out Lorraine has just been bearing through intimacy with RJ, and takes it upon herself to educate her on how it should be done

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: +18 NSFW, smut, language 

A/N: Anon who requested this, whoever you are, forehead kiss you little horny angel. This was a real pleasure to write. If you don't read this in Lorraine's adorable accent, I will come for you.

LPM - La Drague (Part II) LPM - C'est Comme Ça (Part III)

LPM -T'en Va Pas (Part IV) LPM - Vouloir, C'est Pouvoir(Part V)

LPM - La Fin (Part VI)

Texas summers were nearly unbearable. The humidity rolled off the gulf coast and simmered in the blazing sun, soaking through your clothes and ensuring your sweat never evaporated. The problem with the weather in East Texas was that it forced you to suffer the ocean air, even with the warm dark waters hours away. You did your damnedest not to think about it while throwing bales of hay into the back of the ranch truck.

You had big dreams of moving out of state and going to a University in a place that was green and cool, but your reality was much more difficult to bear. The first strike against you was that you came from humble roots, your family mostly working for wealthy ranchers in the countryside. Your second and most egregious strike was being a woman. Sure, it was 1980, and girls went to college, but only the exceptional were accepted in the major universities on the East and West coasts. You were painfully average in IQ, and while you were lean and strong from a lifetime of working at ranches, women’s sports weren’t exactly the top priority of the country. 

You’d settled for now, saving up your money and sweating away as a ranch hand until you had enough in your pocket to make your escape. Your palms were beginning to burn, the bale ropes cutting into your callouses as you had foregone gloves for the sake of trying to keep cool. With the truck bed piled high, you slam the tailgate shut and walk around to the driver's side, wiping your forehead with your wrist. You climb in and start the old Chevy, ready to get it rolling back to the cool shade of the barn. You put the truck in drive, imagining it was your luggage in the back and the open road in front of you. You glance at the passenger seat and smile, the image of a girl sitting there painting itself in your head. 

The girl always started out as something innocent, but the image of her inevitably warped in your mind from a shadowy stranger into one you knew well. Tanned caramel skin, dark chestnut hair blowing in the wind, and a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. You sigh and shake your head, trying to etch-a-sketch the vivid picture from behind your eyes. As the truck rolls around the dirt road, the very figure of your imagination pulls into view.

Lorraine Day, the rancher's daughter and your friend, was sitting leaning up against the shady side of the barn, her nose in a book. You grip the steering wheel a little harder, trying to cool yourself. Lorraine was all sweet southern charm, innocent doe eyes, and small half smiles. She also happened to be the most beautiful girl you had ever seen, and your friendship with her was a daily challenge. You’d thought it would get easier after she started dating RJ, but in reality, it got worse. She was so far out of his league it was laughable, but she had fallen for his goofy charm and enthusiasm for film. You thought he was far too pretentious and self-righteous, a point you’d made to her often. 

You back the truck up to the barn door and park it, sliding out into the sun. Lorraine closes her book and looks up at you, a smile pulling at her lips. You were such a sucker for that smile. You drop the tailgate open and slide the closest bale to the end, turning your head over your shoulder to return the smile.

“Mornin, Lorraine.” You say, dipping your head at her in greeting.

“Good mornin y/n, you’re gettin started awfully early today.”

You pull the bale down, holding it by the two ropes that bound it, and nod your head, “Can’t be workin in this weather in a few hours. Figured I’d get the heavy liftin done early.”

She hums in agreement and leans back against the barn, watching you haul the bales down off the truck and walk them inside. When you come out for the next bale, she gets up and strolls over to you. She hops up and sits on the side of the tailgate, swinging her legs.

“Hey, when you’re done, you wanna go grab some ice cream in town? Daddy took the truck to the livestock auction today, so I’m stuck here.” She drawls, plucking strands of hay from the bale beside her.

You smirk and pull another bale off the truck, grunting with the effort. “You gonna help me haul these bales, or just sit there lookin all pretty like, asking me for favors?”

Her eyebrows go up, and she laughs, the sound like music to your ears. “You know full well I can’t help you move these things. And it’s not a favor, it’s an invitation.”

You walk back from the barn to the truck bed, shaking your head, chuckling. Only three bales left to move and you’re done for the morning.

“An invitation to take my truck and spend my money on ice cream for you?” You jab playfully at her, enjoying yourself. 

You walk the next bale into the shade of the barn and throw it down next to the stall, turning back for the last two. The sun is beaming down on Lorraine, her hair shining in the light and her dark eyes glittering. You puff your cheeks up with air and let it out all at once, shaking your head.

She’s working you, widening her eyes and blinking slowly, “Come on y/n, it’ll be quick. Promise.”

You pull the last two bales off the truck and laugh. You’re such a sucker. 

“Yeah alright, get in the truck.” 

The drive to town is a quick fifteen minutes, all back country roads and open fields in between. The windows are rolled down, the wind softly licking at your sweaty neck and whipping your hair into your eyes. You glance over to the passenger seat, your fantasy from earlier coming true in a small way. Lorraine has one arm on the window, her head slightly tilted out, letting the rushing air pull her hair out of her face. 

The ice cream shop is nearly empty, most folks deeming 10 AM too early for something so sweet. You buy a strawberry cone for Lorraine and a lemon for yourself. You take them to your truck to eat on the drive back to the ranch. You can’t help but notice the pink liquid dripping down the cone onto her fingers as it melts, and you question if you should have asked for strawberry instead of lemon. It would probably taste better on her skin, though.

You toss what’s left of your cone out the window, the lemon seeming bitter now that you had imagined the syrupy, pink sweetness of Lorraine. Her ice cream. Only the ice cream of course. You could never. She would never.

You grit your teeth, white knuckle gripping the steering wheel, trying to undo the sudden knots twisting in your stomach. Lorraine isn’t helping the case, savoring the ice cream with a slow tongue, sucking the melted runoff from her fingers. It’s simultaneously innocent and pornographic. It makes you dislike RJ even more. 

She pops the last bit of the cone into her mouth as you pull down the dirt driveway along the side of her house, finally granting you a reprieve. You park next to the barn and jump out of the truck, eager to put some space between yourself and Lorraine. To your great disappointment, she follows you into the barn and sits on a short stack of hay bales as you ready yourself to finish the barn chores. 

You pick up a pitch fork and press the teeth into the dirt, leaning on the wooden handle. “You don’t got anything better to do today than watch me sweat, or what?” 

She shrugs, picking at the hay, “Nothing interesting.”

“Where’s your boyfriend?” You ask, the question weighted in your gut.

She sighs and purses her lips, “He went with some crew out past Houston to film somethin.”

Your brow furrows, “You don’t sound too pleased about that.”

“Well he says it’s gonna be tasteful, but it’s smut.”

You snort a laugh through your nose, stumbling forward as you press too much weight into the pitchfork. You right yourself and look back to her, her expression unamused.

“He’s shootin a porno?”

She rolls her eyes at you, “I guess if that’s what you want to call it, then yeah.”

You raise your eyebrow at her, grinning, “Well if there’s naked people bumpin up against each other, usually you call that a porno.”

She huffs, “A tasteful one though.”

You laugh in over-exaggerated disbelief, “Tasteful or no, he’s filmin people fuckin. You’re okay with that?”

She gestures vacantly with her hand, shaking her head. “I don’t know. I don’t even know why people want to do stuff like that. Sex ain’t all that exciting anyway.”

You bark out a laugh, then stop when you realize she wasn’t joking.

“What do you mean, it ‘ain’t all that exciting’?” You air quote, waiting for her to clarify.

She shrugs, “It just ain’t. Everyone acts like it’s some grand ole time, but mostly I find myself just waitin for it to be over.”

Your jaw drops, and you let go of the pitchfork, dropping that too. “You mean to tell me RJ ain’t shakin your tree every other hour?”

The blush that rises up her neck tells you everything you need to know. She has no idea what it’s supposed to be like. Obviously, her boyfriend is doing something terribly wrong. The heat rises to her cheeks and she starts chewing the inside of her lip.

“I mean he does, but I won’t let him much. It’s more fun for him than it is for me.”

You scoff and bend over to pick up the pitchfork. You’re shaking your head, opening the empty horse stall, quietly exiting the conversation before you say something she won’t like. 

She pipes up before you can enter the stall, the frown on her face clear even from the other side of the barn. “What? You been doin better? I don’t see you running around town with any boys.”

You purse your lips and turn back to her, “Well that’s your first problem right there, Lorraine. I don’t go runnin around with boys.”

You turn back to the stall to let her absorb the information. It takes her a few minutes, enough time for you to start mucking the hay. You hear her get up and figure she would leave, but her head pops up over the side of the stall, her arms resting on the top beam.

“So you been runnin around with girls then?”

You scoop a pile of soiled hay, nodding once, “Now and again.”

She hums, her brow furrowed in curiosity, “What’s that like?”

“Better’n whatever RJs been doin to you.”

She lifts her head from her hands, irritation spreading across her face, “You tellin me you could do better?”

This is a line you hadn’t ever walked. Sure, you flirted with her subtly but never outright propositioned her. Maybe it’s the heat that has your brain a little foggy, or maybe the realization that the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen had never been given a proper orgasm pushed you to the line.

“Without a doubt.” You say, not looking up from your work. 

She’s quiet, and you worry you’ve gouged an indelible mark into your friendship. You glance up at her and are surprised to find hesitant but curious eyes on you. You stop working and watch her eyes trail down your neck and over your shoulders. You cock your head, was she checking you out? 

She glances back up and realizes you’ve caught her, and the blush returns to her cheeks. She drops off the side of the stall and out of your sight, so you stake the pitchfork into the ground and slowly exit back into the open barn. You’re nervous, so you stick your hand in your pocket for the candies you stash there, hoping to keep yourself busy while you mend whatever damage you’d just done. 

She’s sitting on the hay bales again, biting her nails. You approach her and open your palm, a watermelon Jolly Rancher rolling there.

“Quit chewin your nails. Have a candy.” 

She takes it quickly, unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth. She’s gazing up at you, her face thoughtful. 

She pushes the candy into her cheek, “How does it work?”

You roll the blue sweet around in your mouth, wondering how in-depth to go, “Depends. We have mouths and hands just like any boy.”

She gulps and sputters, “Your mouth?” 

You raise your eyebrows at her, this is worse than you’d thought. “Well yeah, don’t RJ do that to you?”

She shakes her head no, eyes wide. You lick your lips, unconsciously taking a step toward her. Her lips part just slightly, her eyes growing dark with her pupils expanding. You catch her stealing the fastest glance at your lips and consider your losses if you do cross this line. If she rejects you, you can laugh it off and go back to mucking the horse stall. But if she doesn’t, oh, the consequences of that are enough to make your mouth water around the hard candy on your tongue. 

You take another step toward her, gauging her reaction. Her fingers twitch at her side, and she inhales sharply, but she doesn’t move away. The candy in your mouth has dissolved completely, the extra saliva under your tongue mixing sweet and syrupy. Hers is gone too, either swallowed whole or meeting the same fate as yours. You throw caution to the wind and reach down, cupping her jaw in your hand. Her breathing speeds up, her chest rising and falling quickly beneath her shirt. 

You lean in, inches from her lips, emboldened by her body language, and whisper, “I could show you, if you want.”

She gulps again, “You-you could?”

“Would you like me to show you?” You say, your voice low and soft, just a hair away from her lips.

She nods slowly, inhaling deeply. It’s all the consent you need, and you close the gap, pressing your lips into hers. You intended to take it slow, ease her into the idea of kissing a girl. But she surges forward the moment your lips meet, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you close. Your tongue glides across her lip, and she gasps, opening her mouth to greet your tongue with hers. Her hands are in your hair, gripping, and her knees are spreading apart, allowing you more space to move in on her. 

She whimpers when you bite softly on her bottom lip, and a fire ignites in your lower belly. Your hands begin to wander, down her neck, over her shoulders and breasts, sliding down her ribs to her hips. You trail kisses down her jaw and lick at her pulse, eliciting more small mewls from the back of her throat. You take your time on her neck, testing how far she’s willing to let you go. She leans her head back, her hands grasping at your shoulder blades over your shirt. 

She’s touch starved, hungry for an intimacy that is clearly missing from her current relationship.  You pull back and drop to your knees between her legs, looking up at her while tracing your fingers along the hem of her shirt. You can feel her stomach twitch under your fingers, excited and ticklish. She looks down at you with a mixed expression. She’s nervous, but she wants this. More than you had expected. She takes her shirt from under your fingers and pulls it over her head, her jaw clenched but her head nodding yes. 

You slow your approach, if she’s nervous, you know she won’t enjoy it as much. You take the time to soothe her, ease her into it, make her comfortable with wanting you. Her denim shorts are bunched up, revealing miles of skin, hot to the touch. You run your palms from her knees up to her hips, inching your body in between her legs until your chest is pressing into her stomach. You plant a soft kiss on her ribs, just under her bra, your hands making their way to her waist to steady her. 

She reaches down to you, her hand sliding around the side of your neck, and pushes you back some so she can lean down and kiss you again. You savor the sugary taste on her tongue, the two flavors of jolly ranchers mixing in your mouth. She seems more sure now, her hands wandering across your shoulders and back, taking in your form. You break away from her lips and shuffle back to press hot, open mouthed kisses below her belly button, running your tongue along the top of her shorts. She leans back on her hands, opening her body to you. 

You take the button of her shorts between your fingers and look up at her, waiting for permission. She nods hurriedly, reaching down to help you push them off of her. You brush her rushing hands away and undo the button, pulling her forward to the edge of the hay bale. The shorts and her underwear hit the ground behind you as you toss them over your shoulder, your hands returning to the tops of her thighs. You spread her legs, and your jaw drops at the sight.

You didn’t think she could get more attractive, and yet, here she was, soaking wet and wanting and absolutely beautiful. 

“Oh fuck,” you whisper, your eyes glued to her center.

She gasps and tries to close her legs but ends up squeezing your shoulders as you lean in.

“Oh god, is it bad, it’s never been like this, I-“ she’s breathless and panicky, but you cut her rambling off with a kiss to her swollen clit.

You drag your tongue from her opening back up to her clit, circling it once, twice, then sucking it in between your lips. She’s lost all composure, forgetting her insecurities and letting out surprised sighs and soft moans. You detach and turn your head, nip at her thigh, and soothe it with your tongue. You look up at her and grin.

“Don’t apologize. You’re incredible.” You say, your voice raspy. 

She whimpers as you dive back in, licking up all the nectar she has to give you. She is decidedly better than the ice cream you’d had earlier, the salt of her sweat mingling in the sweetness between her legs. You dip your tongue inside her entrance, and one of her hands winds its way into your hair. You pull your tongue out and drag it up to her clit again, lapping at it slowly, learning what she likes through touch and sound alone. She’s shaking under your mouth, her legs squeezing your head as you wrap your hands around them. You give her one long suck, rolling your tongue over her and she cums, hard. Her hips tilt up into your face and her hand in your hair presses you into her, her head thrown back and mouth open. You keep at it, letting her ride it out as long as she can until she’s pushing your head back, twitching and panting.

You kiss the inside of her thighs on both legs and look up at her, a wide smile on your shining lips. She’s still gasping for air, but she looks down at you, and it’s clear she’s in awe. 

“That’s…that was…I’ve never…” she stutters, still breathless.

You rest your arms on her legs, smirking up at her in self-satisfaction, “Come down here with me, and we can do it again.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again. And again, if you want.”

The next thing you know, you’re on your back, fresh hay clinging to your hair and the sweet smell of alfalfa working its way into your clothes. Lorraine leans down and kisses you, groaning into your lips, looking for the “again” that was promised. You don’t tell her you could do this all day with her, you don’t even need food. Just her. 

She’s reaching down and pulling your shirt up, so you sit up, letting her pull it over your head before crashing back down into you. Moaning at the feeling of your skin on hers. You reach around her back, still kissing her, and unclasp her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. She sits up and slings it aside, quick to return to your lips. She’s hurried now, her skin burning hot on yours. Her kisses are growing sloppy in her rush, but you find you enjoy it even more that way. 

You lift your hips and roll her over, settling your leg between hers and taking in the view. Her dark hair is mixed with the hay, the contrast making it even more beautiful. You lean into her and realize you’re criminally overdressed, so you unbutton your jeans and push them to your ankles before kicking them off behind you. Now when you lean in, you can feel how wet she is on your thigh, and the sensation alone nearly takes you out. 

You drop your face into her neck again, kissing and nipping her skin, leaving faint pink marks in your wake. While your lips begin their descent to her chest, your hand runs down her ribs. You slide your leg back, and your fingers find her clit, rubbing small circles over the overly sensitive area. A soft “oh” falls from her lips when you run your tongue over her nipple, then suck on it softly. Her hands are restless, her nails running down your spine, up the back of your neck, softly gripping your hair only to release and begin again. 

She’s not twitching away from your fingers anymore, her body recovered and ready for round two. You run your fingers through her, groaning around her nipple as you feel how warm and wet she is. You slide two fingers into her, and she sighs in relief. Like she’d been waiting for you all day. Like nothing was more desirable than your fingers filling her up. You release her nipple with a pop and breathe slowly through your nose, fending off your own orgasm feeling how tight she was around you. Once you’ve recovered, you begin to pump your arm, curling your fingers softly before you pull out. You graze her G spot and she shouts, clenching down on you and sitting up on her elbows. You stop moving, looking up at her in alarm.

“Did I hurt you?”

She swallows, her eyes wide, “No, no, it’s just. What was that?” 

Of course, RJ hadn’t ever hit that spot. You internally roll your eyes at his ineptness. It was criminal, she hadn’t even known the spot was there. 

You curl your fingers again, pressing into it, “You mean this?”

Her eyes roll and her lashes flutter, her arms shaking under her, “Yeah, yes. How?”

You pull out slightly, then push back in and do it again, pulling another whimper from her throat, “Do you like that?”

She nods, dropping back to the ground.

You lean over her, your mouth close to her ear, “Tell me.”

“I like it,” she sighs, her hands moving into your hair, “Oh god I like it.” 

You smile and press a kiss to the side of her jaw, “Good.” You say and begin moving your fingers again. 

You use your thumb to circle her clit gently, and her breathing speeds up. One hand in your hair, and one squeezing your shoulder. She pulls you down, kisses you feverishly, groaning through her nose as your tongues slide across each others. Your pace is steady as you fuck her into the ground, alternating between kissing her lips and down her neck. Her nails drag across your back, digging deep into your skin, the sting giving you goosebumps. 

Her neck is straining and she’s panting, arching her back up into your body. Her moans grow closer together and louder.

“Oh, fuck y/n, right there,” she groans, “I’m gonna, I’m gonna-“

The rest of her statement is cut off by a low pitched moan, her body seizing up and her legs squeezing your body. The sound of her orgasm sends you hurtling into your own, stiffening your back and clenching your legs. She drops into the hay and dirt just before you drop onto her, bodies spent and hearts racing. You slide your weight off to her side, pulling your hand out from between her legs, your head resting on her shoulder. You lay your arm across her, careful not to let your fingers fall into the dirt. 

Once the post orgasmic high wears off, you sit up, looking down at her. Her eyes are far away, distant in thought. You caress her cheek with the back of your hand, smiling warmly.

“You okay?”

She blinks quickly, her eyes shifting over to you. She nods, “More than okay.” 

“You wanna do it again?” You ask her, smiling coyly at her.

She looks dumbfounded, her mouth opening and closing without speaking. You smirk at her, feeling smug about the state you’ve put her in. 

She finally comes around and nods, “I just need a minute.”

You shrug, “That’s okay. Take all the time you need. My day is yours now.”

She sits up, her eyes wide and a half smile tugging at her lips. She pulls you over, kissing you slowly and softly. As the pace begins to pick up, the sound of car tires on the gravel outside rip the two of you apart. 

Lorraine gasps, her eyes wide with terror, “Daddy.”

You frown, “Well, no one’s ever called me that before, but I’m not against the nickname.”

She shoves your shoulder and scrambles to her feet, looking for her clothes, “No idiot. My dad, he’s home.”

“Oh shit!” You yelp, joining her in the search for clothing. 

It’s a mad dash, pulling on underwear and pants and shoes, shuffling around in the barn, both of you trying not to giggle. You hear his footsteps approaching and run into the horse stall, frantically grabbing the abandoned pitch fork. Lorraine scrambles up the side of the stall and sits perched on the edge, pretending to watch you muck out the hay. 

Her eyes are wild, and she whispers to you, “I couldn’t find my panties.”

You blanch, knowing full well if Mr. Day saw the Sunday panties in the hay, he’d know exactly what had gone on. You pop your head over the stall, your eyes scanning the barn floor for them. You finally catch sight of them, half hidden under the rusty old tractor in the corner. Too far for you to run over to hide them. You cross your fingers, hoping he doesn’t catch sight of them. Lorraine is doing a horrendous job of appearing nonchalant, twisting her fingers and swinging her legs. You glance up at her as he walks in and give her your hardest ‘be chill’ look before you start shoveling horse shit.

“There’s my beautiful daughter,” Mr. Day’s low, scratchy voice rumbles out as he saunters over to the stall, patting her back and looking over the wall at you.

“And my favorite ranch hand. Hard at work, as always.”

You stop shoveling to stand and smile at him. You shoot him a wink, “You know me sir, always workin on somethin.”

He barks out a laugh, his mustache getting caught between his lips. He sighs, patting Lorraine’s leg, “You’re a good kid, y/n. A damn good kid.” He looks up at his daughter, “Good company for my baby girl, keep her around, Lorraine.”

He pats her leg once more and turns to shuffle out of the barn, making his way up to the house. Lorraine lets out a breath you hadn’t realized she was holding and slouches over. You grin up at her conspiratorially. She grimaces at you, making you frown.

“Whats’a matter? He didn’t suspect a thing.”

She starts wringing her hands again, looking down at her fingers, “What if RJ finds out?”

You snort and shake your head “Baby, he’s got his head so far up his own ass I’m pretty sure I could make you cum in front of him, and he wouldn’t notice.”

She shoots you an exasperated look, picking up a loose screw off the post next to her and throwing it at you.

 “He would too notice, and he’s gonna notice these.” She says, softly running her fingertip over the bite marks and hickeys on the inside of her thighs. 

She shivers, closing her eyes and licking her lips. You dip your head down, pretending not to see but grinning like mad at the hay in your pitchfork. Hopefully, he did notice the marks. Hopefully, she figured you were better for her than he was. Hopefully, the first petite mort you had given her opened her eyes to the possibilities of satisfaction. When you lift your head to look at her again, she’s smiling at you. 

“Your apartment got room for two?”

“You gonna buy me dinner first?” You ask, smirking.

“If you do that to me again, I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“I want a great big ranch house and a new truck.” You tell her, dropping the pitchfork and strutting over to her.

You put your hands on her knees and open her legs, stepping between them again, her hips at face height. You rest your head on her thigh and look up at her. Her eyes are soft and warm, and she reaches out to run her fingers through your hair. 

“I think I can find a way to make that happen.”

“Put it on your tab.” You say, kissing the bite mark on her thigh.

“It’s gonna run up pretty high.”

“You can afford it.”

#lorraine day #jenna ortega #lorraine day x reader #X #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x reader #vada cavell #tara carpenter #wednesday

[loupy-mongoose]

As tends to happen when I’m in an art funk, I’ve stockpiled a few sketch sheets.

First up, a little Momo love!

These ones are based on a plushie I got for Christmas. I want to reverse engineer its pattern someday, because I ADORE its proportions!

(The bottom right two are just freehands, not based on the plushie.)

And then just some “whatever my hands felt like doing” doodles.

And… a character that I’ve been trying to iron out for a bit now… she’ll be relevant to the story at some point, but I’ve been enjoying drawing her and finally getting a solid idea of what I want her to be.

But since she’s relevant to the future, I’ll put her stuff under a read more, for those who would rather wait until she’s officially introduced.

This character is named Jamie, and is very near and dear to my heart. She’s not only an old OC of mine, but she—with help from a Gardevoir— is basically the one who got me out of a human drawing phobia many years ago. (So you can thank her for me being bold enough to share today, lol.) She started out as a trainer-sona, but quickly became a character all her own, very different from me as a person.

Anyway, first for her, some gesture things and mood drawings.

Some hairdo practice

(I default to making parts either in the middle or on the left, hence the blurb in there, lol.)

And some fun I had with her Crobat, partially inspired by a comment from @penumbramewtwos

(I forgot her scars there, but it kinda works because I feel like this would happen before she got them. X3)

And finally, the part where I really felt like I was getting somewhere with her, aka some clothing testing.

I’ve been wanting to hold off revealing her until she comes into the story, but I really like how these all turned out, and I don’t know when I’ll be ready to move the story along. On top of that, her reveal really wouldn't have any special impact to most of you, since you don't know her. (Aside from a select few.)

So I thought I’d give in and share her with you all. Plus that frees me up to share more doodles of her if I so choose.

I hope you enjoy! ^v^

#Linden Roots #art #doodle dump #babbies #branch

[midnight-raven]

Hazbin Hotel Fankids Ideas

ARIA MAGNE

Charlie and Vaggie’s Daughter.

Kind-hearted, always willing to help someone in need, and has a slight temper.

Talented singer, fierce fighter, speaks fluent demonic and spanish.

Growing up, Aria has met Lucifer a handful of times but she’s never met Lilith.

Has heterochromia; a pink and a yellow iris.

Her full demon form has wings, horns, and she wields a sword and shield.

Wants to help her mothers dream come true, and is insecure about being heir to the throne.

On occasions, Lucifer sends her a rubber duck for her birthdays.

OSCAR

Alastors’ Son

Oscar is a Shadow that Alastor brought to life as a deer demon and raised (without revealing the truth of his origins)

Polite, curious, has little social skills and a slight dark sense of humor.

Has antlers, one is half broken.

Collects old records and other relics.

Talented chef; cooks Hannibal Lector style.

Loves visiting Rosie in Cannibal Corner.

Smiles often but not as much as Alastor, and inherited a sliver of his powers.

HOPE

Husk & Angel Dusts’ Daughter

Nickname is ‘Wild Card’

Independent, feisty, and fiercely protective of the ones she loves.

Has wings, sharp claws, a second set of arms, and can cough up web-balls.

Hopes to someday break her Dads free of their contracts.

Has a strong dislike towards Overlords.

Adores Fat Nuggets.

The big sister to everyone in the youth group, she makes the best ice cream sundaes and milkshakes.

THE SNAKELINGS

Triplet sons of Sir Pentious.

FANG; The Leader (self proclaimed since he hatched first) Adventurous, Loyal, Assertive.

COYLE; The Powerhouse. Energetic, Playful, Impetuous

WRENCH; The Inventor. Timid, Curious, Imaginative.

Each of the snakelings adore their Dad and will do anything to help him.

The Egg Bois are the best babysitters/uncles.

THE VEES 2.0

VERA; Daughter of Vox

One of Hells most popular Influencers. Works with her Dad to promote Voxtec products on Voxtagram.

Has Techonopatic powers that she uses for her vlogs, and to stream shows with her friends.

Online; Vera is bold, confident and a tad boastful. Offline, with Virgil and Valerie, she’s fair, playful, and quieter.

VIRGIL, Son of Velvette.

Works as an enforcer for the Vees; dealing with unsatisfied customers, incompetent employees, etc.

The strong and silent type but is more talkative when around his mother and friends.

In his free time, Virgil enjoys sketching and spending time with Vera and Valerie.

VALERIE; Daughter of Valentino.

Passionate and Affectionate; Daddy’s Little Princess

Valentino spoils her with gifts but doesn’t let her out of V Tower very often, and scares off any suitors that look her way.

Only friends are Vera, Virgil, Kitty, and her litter of queeves.

HENRY HAVOC

Son of Katie Killjoy & Tom Trench

Blunt, Arrogant, & Insolent (Basically a Mini Sociopath)

Has to wear a muzzle and gloves because he both scratches and bites.

Works as a cameraman for 6 6 6 News, mostly so his parents can keep an eye on him.

(Sorry, that’s all I got)

#Hazbin Hotel #AU Idea #Fankids #OC Kids #Charlie Morningstar #Charlie #Vaggie #Chaggie #Alastor #The Radio Demon #Angel Dust #Husk #Huskerdust #Sir Pentious #The Vees #Vox #Velvette #Valentino #Katie Killjoy #Tom Trench

[eliluvschan]

New Year's Resolution?

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 928

warnings: little bit of cursing, just relationship things.

genre: fluff

a/n: happy new year everyoneeee

i opened my closet, ready for the day. i had to get my beanie from the top shelf, which is very high. i got on my toes, still no use. hey it's not my fault i'm a shorty.

then suddenly, two hands grabbed my a- little- exposed waist and lifted me up. i grabbed my purple beanie with different coloured pom poms and set me back down. he put his chin on my shoulder.

''good morning, shorty.'' he said in a sexy raspy voice. i relaxed into him. ''morning sunshine. happy birthday to mother nature.''

he chuckled really softly and by his lightly swaying figure against me, i could tell he was either half asleep, or just smiling with his eyes closed. ''mmm.'' he mumbled.

''okay, let's get ready.'' i said trying- yes trying to straighten up. ''no.'' he said and began to slowly drag me back into bed. yeah, and i'm such a goof that i let him. i'm supposed to be the more responsible one here. wow.

he softly pushed me into the beige quilt, eyes still closed and a cute smile playing on his soft pink plush lips. ''what's your new year's resolution?''

''sleep more, and spend more time with my girl.'' he said yawning and cuddling into my side. ''good night.''

''that's cute.''

he chuckled but kept his eyes closed.

''but, Chan?''

''hmm?''

''be serious please.''

''get in better shape.''

''you're in perfect shape.'' i told him, running my hands slowly over his belly.

''don't you want those hot packs of abs?'' he asked, finally opening his enchanting eyes. first one's of 2024.

''nope.'' i said, and traced my finger down to his V. he gasped at the sudden touch. ''i'm good with your sexy V-line.'' i said, smirking. ''really?'' he asked. i nodded in response.

''really?'' he asked again.

''yep, and if you really want to start working out, make sure your body doesn't turn out like Changbin. one Dorito chip is enough for the group and i kinda like your body how it is now.''

i finished the sentence and burst out in laughter as Chan also started laughing.

''yeah, one is enough.''

''okay, okay. i'll make sure my freakishly sexy V-line doesn't go anywhere.''

''good.''

''remember how i used to watch the other member's abs when i was just a fan?'' i ask him, he looks at me with wide eyes.

''you looked at their abs?'' he says sassily, holding a hand to his heart.

''duh. i mean, every Stay does it as well!'' i defend myself.

''so, what's your new year's resolution?''

''stay away from you as much as possible.''

''Jagiya!'' i squeal.

i laughed and pecked his lips. ''kidding.''

—❀— 

''Channie, where are you?'' i asked, shouting around the house.

he came out of the bathroom, wearing a tank top and some shorts.

''you're coming with me.'' he said.

''why?'' i asked.

''your new year's resolution.'' he said.

''and that is?''

''kiss me every time i lift a dumbbell, and every time i do a push up.'' he said happily, smiling like a kid who got a giant box of his favourite candy for Christmas.

''don't i have better things to do?'' i asked, crossing my arms.

''is there something better than kissing me?'' he asked, his eyebrows disappearing under his bangs.

''of course! ironing your pants, walking Berry, reading, writing, sketching, messing with your sound system thingie...'' i said, counting on my fingers.

he pouted, angrily? pressed me against the wall, grabbed me and kissed me harshly. i kissed back thinking 'woah this guy can kiss!' okay, harsh but woah. he pulled away, panting, his grip on my shoulders very tight. ''Channie you aren't serious are you?'' i asked, still breathing hard.

his face cleared, and he looked down. ''sorry. got jealous.'' he murmured. i lifted his chin and kissed him one more time. ''i love you, okay? and i'll come to the gym with you.'' i smiled.

—❀— 

''one!''

kiss.

''two!''

another kiss.

''three!''

and another.

''i could do this all day!''

another.

...after fifty times of lifting dumbbells, he did push-ups and made me lay underneath him. then i made him pick me up and run around. that was the best one. despite the fact that the trainers told us off- twice. but we had fun.

''baby!'' he yelled running into the house, sweaty, hot, stinking. the second day, we decided that i'll go to the gym with him once a week. he was satisfied and no more problems.

''you were right.'' he said, gulping down a bottle of water.

''i was right?''

''yes. one, i don't want to lose my 'sexy V'.'' he said emphasising with his hands. ''and two, working out alone isn't my thing.'' he said shaking his head. i laughed.

''that's where our Dorito chip comes in. you guys can workout together and stuff.''

''but he always makes me workout until the fullest. i'm convinced that man wants me dead by the end of the month.''

he smiled and hugged me. i literally pushed him off.

''get a fucking shower!'' i yelled.

''come with me.'' he smirked.

''hell no.'' i made a face.

he laughed, placed a kiss on me once, and turned towards the bathroom.

''we have a change of a new year's resolutions!!'' he yelled over his shoulder.

''happiness every year!'' i yelled back.

he laughed. ''new resolution! i love you more!''

''i think mine's changed too!''

''no!''

''yes!''

''what is it?!''

''make you take more showers!'

''what?!''

i laughed.

''kidding! love you more too!''

~

#bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines

[nyxoz]

reader goes to buy weed from eddie but realizes they don’t have the cash and pays eddie in other ways 😉😌

so this took a mind of its own and suddenly i have a 5k fic on my hands... i haven't written smut in a hot minute so please bare with me!!!

Eddie x Reader

reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

words: 5k

warnings: smut, p in v sex, semi public sex, drugs (weed), swearing.

*

You heard it from Stacey Carmichael, who heard it from Jackson Sommers, who heard it from Jason Carver that Reefer Rick was back in the clink. 

This turned your bad day into an even worse one. Rick was your plug, had been since junior year, and now you were coming into the weekend with no weed.

Rick wouldn’t be your first choice of dealer, firstly he was old, like 40, secondly, he was kind of creepy. But creepy worked in your favour. Rick thought you were smokin’ (his words, not yours) and gave you discounted merch just because he liked seeing your pretty face. He was too much of a stoner to do more than ogle you from his musty stained couch, so that set your mind at ease and let you accept the absolute steal you were getting. 

Your mission before the end of lunch was to locate a new hookup. You knew Eddie Munson, the ringleader of the ‘Hellfire Club’ dealt, everyone did. You’re sure even some of the teachers knew. So, as soon as the bell rang for the end of the fourth period, you were the first person out of the classroom. 

As you speed walk down the hallway, there’s a note burning a hole in your hand, written in your curly writing; “Reefer’s down for the count, need a new middleman. Picnic table in the woods behind the track field after school.”

You stop in front of a locker with a hellfire sticker on it and look both ways before quickly shoving the piece of paper into the vent cracks and speeding away. 

* 

By the time the final bell rings, you’ve already chewed all your nails off in anticipation. You hate meeting new people. Especially new drug dealers. But you’re especially apprehensive about meeting someone like Eddie. He seems like a lot. You’ve watched him jump on tables in the cafeteria, call out the jocks and bullies alike, and seem fearless like the world was his oyster. 

You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but you kind of admire him. 

Eddie was courageous. He didn’t care what anyone thought of him, and if he did he did a damn good job of hiding it. What you saw was what you got, and that scared you. You could never be like that, you were ashamed that you weren’t as free as him. What would he think of you? You’re just some nobody senior requesting his presence in the damn woods after school. 

But what made you more nervous out of all of it, was how goddamn attractive you found him. 

His big doe eyes and cheeky grin caught you off guard every time you stumbled across them. You remember staring at the tattoos you could see peeking out from his shirt and sketching them in the back of your mathematics book during class. 

Okay, so, maybe you had a small crush. 

Crush aside, you were set on getting some weed and doing it smoothly. 

You waited about fifteen minutes after the bell rang to make your way out to the woods. You held onto the straps of your backpack as you hiked through the foliage and towards the old picnic table. As you peeked through the clearing, you saw Eddie sitting at the table drumming his fingers against the wood and looking up at the trees above him. 

He looks at you as you come closer and raises his brows in slight surprise before offering a big smile. 

“Thought I was being stood up.” He says.

You shrug your bag off and drop it on the table before taking a seat, “Sorry, didn’t want anyone catching me.” 

He nods understandingly, “No stress, m’lady, just happy that you’re here.” He extends his hand out, “I’m Eddie.” 

You smile a little and extend yours out, you grasp his big hand and feel the callouses on them. You remember that he’s in a band, you saw them perform at the middle school talent show one year. Corroded Coffin. That sounds right.

“I know,” You laugh and introduce yourself.

He laughs back, “Pleasure to meet you.” He retracts his hand and claps them before rubbing them together, “Now! What can little ol’ me do for you on this fine Friday afternoon?” 

You bite at your lip to dampen your smile. 

“Rick’s gone, as you probably know, and I’m just looking for some weed.” 

He stares right into your eyes as you talk, like every word you’re saying is the most important thing on earth. It makes your cheeks warm and you hope he doesn’t notice. 

“Rick is gone! Such a shame, looks like he’ll be in the slammer for at least ten months. Idiot got caught jaywalking while carrying a pretty substantial amount of illegal substances on his person.” Eddie explains with wide eyes, “Can you believe that?” 

You laugh at his stunned face, “Yeah, Rick is pretty much the ultimate dumbass burnout, so it doesn’t surprise me one bit.” 

Eddie laughs at that. That makes you smile no matter how hard you try not to. 

“Can I ask, why even go to Rick when you know you’ve got a dealer at school?” Eddie queries.

You shrug and look down at Eddie’s hands, finding staring into his eyes a bit too much. 

“Met him at a party at the start of junior year, gave me discounted weed and never stopped so I just stuck with him I guess? I ain’t gonna turn down cheap grass.” 

You look back up and Eddie’s lips pout out a bit as he nods. 

“Why’d he give it for cheap?” 

You shrug again and scrunch your nose, a little embarrassed, “He said, and I quote ‘smokin’ gals like you shouldn’t be paying full price’ which is very nice but also very creepy considering he is old enough to be my father.”  

Eddie snorts and rolls his eyes. “Jesus Christ, of course he said some dumb shit like that.” He looks at you and then his eyes go wide and his hands come up in defence, “Not that you aren’t like smokin’ or whatever! ‘Cause you are! I mean, wait, not like in a creepy way, like in a normal way. But I-” 

You laugh at his floundering, “Eddie!” you giggle, “It’s okay… Thank you.” You smile shyly.

Eddie smiles back with a slight grimace. 

There’s a small silence before he clears his throat and reaches out for the metal lunch box sitting on the table. He opens it and you see a few bags filled with weed and also a bag of trail mix. That makes you have to hold in a laugh. 

“So, what was Rick charging you?” 

“Twenty for a half ounce.”

Eddie looks impressed, “Damn, you were robbing him blind.” 

You nod, “I know, and I totally don’t expect you to go that low.” 

He shrugs, “Twenties fine with me, I rarely do agree with Rick but he is right. Pretty ladies shouldn’t have to pay full price.” He licks over his bottom lip and smiles sheepishly at you. 

You’re pretty sure your cheeks are on fire. 

“Thank you, Eddie.” 

You reach into your bag and look for your purse only to find it's not there. You pull your bag onto your lap and frantically search every pocket, pulling out books and papers as you go. It’s not there, you don’t have your purse. You must have left it at home. Shit, shit, shit, shit. 

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks after a moment. 

You bring your thumb up to your lip and try biting at the already-bitten nail. You look up at Eddie, at his worried expression. You take in his big brown eyes and full lips. He licks over them again and you feel your stomach flutter at the movement. 

Suddenly as you stare at the spit glossing his pink lips you get an idea. 

“Uhm, slight, uh issue,” You mumble through your teeth as you continue to gnaw at your nail, “I don’t have any cash.” 

Eddie frowns, “None at all?” 

“I forgot my purse at home.” 

Eddie’s hand comes up to the lip of his lunch box and he traces his fingers across it, “Maybe we can do this another time then, yeah?” 

He goes to close the lid but your hands come out to rest on top of his and stop him. He halts his movements and looks back up at you. 

“I can pay another way though?” You ask coyly.

“Uh see, it’s, unfortunately, cash only, sorry, little lady.” He looks regretful but you grip his hands a little tighter. 

“I don’t think you’re getting me.” You say. “I can pay another way.” 

Eddie frowns in confusion, “I don’t want whatever half-eaten sandwich or weird collectors cards you’ve got.”

“Collectors cards?” You ask.

“You’d be surprised what people try to give me.” He huffs. 

You remove your hands from his and bring them to smooth down your hair before keeping them in your lap as you lean over the table, your shirt dropping low to reveal the top of your cleavage. Eddie tries very hard not to look at them but his eyes flicker down for a second before coming back to meet your eyes.

“Let’s call it, quid pro quo?” You murmur in the most flirtatious voice you can muster. 

“What, like you write one of my papers or something?” He asks. 

You shake your head and stand up. He watches you as you round the table and turns his body fully around to face you when you stand behind him. 

You stare at each other in silence before you drop to your knees in front of him, the crackling of leaves sounding when your knees hit the ground. He stares at you with wide eyes and one of his hands comes up to wipe across his mouth and rest on his jaw.

“A different kind of favour.” 

Reaching forward, your hands land on his denim-clad knees and slowly slide up his thighs. 

He whispers your name. “I don’t think th-”

You cut him off, “Don’t think.” 

He lets out a shaky breath as your hands continue to rub up and down his thighs. 

“You don’t have to do this.” 

You smile sweetly, “I know, I want to.” 

“You want to?” He doesn’t sound convinced. 

You tilt your head to the side as you look up at him. 

“I’ve watched you y’know. During lunch, around campus. You’re fearless and funny. You talk a lot, wondered if maybe…” You trail off and sit a bit higher on your knees, bringing your face closer to his, “Wonder if maybe, you talk a lot during other things.” 

“Jesus.” He sighs. 

Reaching a hand up, you twirl a strand of his wavy hair around your finger before pushing your hand back into his hair and scratching along his scalp. 

“You’d be doing me another favour really. Help me scratch an itch I’ve always had.” 

He watches you intently, his big brown eyes boring into yours. You slide your hand out of his hair and down his jaw, down his throat, all the way down his chest and abdomen till your fingers catch the edge of his waistband. 

His hand quickly drops down to yours and covers it. 

“I just, I don’t know if…” he trails off, not really having anything to say but needing to say something. 

“Just give me a yes or no.” You say. 

Your hand still on his thigh pushes forward towards his crotch, feeling along his length. His eyes close for a second at the contact making you smile subtly. 

You squeeze him through the denim when he doesn’t answer you. 

“O-okay. Yeah. Yes.” 

You smile and lean up, bringing up your hand that’s on his thigh to hold his cheek. 

“I might be willing to blow you for weed but I want you to kiss me first.” You say, “Makes me feel less… cheap?” You shrug a little. 

He nods slowly and leans down a little as you extend your neck as far as it goes, he hovers a hair from your lips for a second before pressing forward. His soft lips press against yours in a chaste kiss, he pulls away and you both stare at each other before you lean up again and press your lips against his with some more force. He groans at the contact, both his hands coming up to hold your face. 

You lean on your feet and push up slowly, not breaking the kiss as you go to straddle his lap on the picnic table. 

One of his hands comes down to your ass, holding you close so as not to fall backwards. He squeezes your ass through your jeans and you break the kiss with a small moan. 

“That okay?” He whispers against your lips. 

All you do is nod furiously before diving in to capture his lips in another kiss. 

Your hands tangle in his hair. His one hand on your face caresses your cheek, a jarring comparison to the strong hand grabbing your bum. 

He sucks on your bottom lip, tasting every inch of you. 

You moan out as he squeezes your ass once more and Eddie takes the opportunity of your open mouth to sneak his tongue in. He massages his tongue against yours, feeling you pushing against his. 

Pulling away, he preppers kisses along your jaw and you angle your head for him to have better access to your neck. He takes the invitation and presses open-mouthed kisses along your throat, sucking and nibbling as he goes. You hope he leaves marks so you have evidence of this tomorrow. 

You grind down against his lap and he lets out a moan. You take that as your go-ahead to rock back and forth against him, feeling the hard lie of his cock through both your jeans. 

“Fucking Christ, gonna make me come in my pants if you keep doing that.” Eddie says, mouth now tracing the shell of your ear. 

The hard seam of your jeans and the feel of his cock pushes perfectly against your clit, creating a pressure so delicious you can feel yourself creating a wet patch in your panties. 

You feel the hand on your ass slide up under your top, his calloused hand dancing along the soft skin of your back.

He kisses along your jaw and then just left of your mouth as he brings the hand on your back around to cup your breast over your bra, he squeezes them and your nipples pebble up at the contact. You moan out as you keep rocking in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands are on your ass and breast, mouth now back on yours and you can barely contain another moan. 

You start bouncing in his lap a little, realising that as much as you want his dick in your mouth, you think you want it in your pussy just that little bit more. 

You pull back from him a bit to make eye contact, “Change of plans.” 

He freezes, hands going stiff against your body. 

“Wait, not in a bad way!” you reassure him, “Instead of me blowing you, I kinda want to, fuck you?” 

He stares at you, his pupils blowing out, making his dark eyes even darker. His lips are red and glossy and his cheeks are bright pink. You relish in the fact you made him look like that. 

“Are you asking me if it's okay to fuck me instead of blow me?” He says, astonished. 

You nod slowly. 

“That doesn’t even need to be a question, yes, oh my god, are you serious? Yes.” 

Before you can even respond he’s standing up, lifting you with him and you squeal and wrap your legs around his waist. He walks to the edge of the picnic table, setting you down carefully. 

You look up at him and slowly pull your arms away from around his neck and reach down to the hem of your top and swiftly pull it over your head. You sit there with your legs still around his waist, topless, with just a sheer black bra covering your breasts. 

He visibly swallows when he looks over you. One of his hands comes up from your waist and his finger traces along the strap of your bra. 

“Fuck, princess, look at you.” He says.

His finger hooks over the strap and slowly pulls it down your arm, and he watches as the cup falls to expose your nipple. His fingers trace over your skin, down your chest till his worn fingers slide over the little nub. 

You let out a gasp as he moves over it, he watches closely as it puckers out even more, blood rising closer to the surface brightening it. 

He wastes no time pulling your other cup down and doing the same to your other nipple. You whimper out soft curses and he tweaks one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

He chuckles lowly, “You like that huh?” 

You nod, your chest rising and falling faster than his, your eyes heavy-lidded. 

“Lay back, baby.” He says. 

You do as he says and lay back on the table just for him to hover over you, pressing kisses to your jaw. You grasp at his hair as he kisses down your throat and across your chest, before peppering kisses over the swell of your breasts and then taking your nipple into his mouth. 

“Oh fuck!” You groan as he sucks and nibbles lightly, hands holding your waist down as you buck up into him. 

He moves onto your other breast, giving it soft kisses just as he did the other and then licking at your pebbled nub. 

“Eddie,” you paw at his head, “I’m suppos-I’m,” he keeps licking at you and you can’t think straight, “it’s supposed to be me making you feel good.” 

Eddie’s head pops up from your chest, a thin line of saliva sticking from your breast to his lip pulls and breaks off onto his chin. 

“Oh baby, this is making me feel good. So fucking good, you have no idea.” He reassures you. 

You smile at him and lean up on your elbow, “Come here.” You say, using one arm to pull him to you by his neck. 

He smiles into the kiss, licking into your mouth. His hands find their way to the button on your jeans and slowly but surely unbuttons and unzips them all the way down. 

Fingers coast along your stomach, pressing into the pudge just above your crotch before they sink beneath your underwear. 

Eddie’s lips pull away from you the second his fingers slide through your folds. “Goddamn, you’re fucking soaked, sweetheart.”  

You moan as he laps up your juices and spreads it around your entrance, before lathering it over your clit in soft slow circles. Your body ignites with electricity, you feel that warmth growing in the depths of your core. 

He keeps rubbing at your clit, watching as you wither and moan beneath him. 

“Look at me, sweet girl, wanna see those pretty eyes.” 

You don’t even realise your eyes have been closed, so caught up in the feel of his fingers. Just as you open your eyes and he works one finger into you and you yell out in shock, eyes wide as you stare up at him. 

He laughs at your surprise, face bright and eyes dark. He adds a second finger and keeps fucking you slow and deep, pressing into your walls so perfectly you’re almost afraid of what his cock will feel like inside you if this is what his fingers feel like. 

You decide you want to find out. 

With your mouth agape, breathing heavily and staring into Eddie’s eyes, you grab at his arm stopping his movements. He watches you carefully as you slowly sit up, never breaking eye contact with him. You reach for his belt, undoing it and unzipping his pants as well, reaching a hand inside his boxers, you scratch through his pubic hair and see him visibly hold back a shiver. 

You smile soft and sweet up at him as you take him into your hand and it’s him who breaks eye contact first, letting his eyelids shut as you squeeze at his base and slide a dry hand up his length. 

You do a few more strokes before you take your hand out and hold it in front of him, palm up. He opens his eyes to look back at why you’ve stopped and looks down at your hand questioningly.  

“Spit.” You say simply. 

He huffs out a laugh in slight disbelief at your demand but drops his head down a little to your hand. He looks back up at you quickly before looking back down at your hand and spitting directly on it. 

“Good boy.” You mock but see his eyes flash a little. You keep a mental note of that for later. 

You reach your hand back into his pants and take him in a strong grip, easily gliding along his velvety shaft. 

“Oh god.” He groans, dropping his head forward against your shoulder. He turns his head till he’s breathing into your neck. 

You stroke over his cock head, your hand spreading his precum and mixing it with his spit. Your thumb presses on the vein on the underhead, massaging along and he lets out a hot breath against your neck before biting down on your shoulder. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he chants as you continue your torment. “Baby, baby,” he babbles into your skin, “you gotta stop or I’m gonna come before I even get inside you.” 

You chuckle and slow your strokes before letting go of him and rubbing your hand up his abdomen under his shirt. 

He breathes heavily for a few seconds against you before standing upright and smiling widely. 

“Let’s get these off, hmm?” He says. 

Reaching for your waist, he pulls at the top of your jeans and begins to pull them down your body, you shuffle up so he can get them over your ass and shimmy them down your legs. Your shoes prove to be an issue so he very ungracefully tries to yank them off your feet, it takes a couple of times and has you holding onto the table to not be dragged off, in a fit of giggles. 

He’s smiling too when he gets one jeans leg off and is too preoccupied leaning in to kiss you to pull off the other one, leaving you with your jeans hanging off one ankle. 

He’s still fully dressed, besides the unzipped pants. You however are almost completely naked, save for your bra that is flipped over still sitting under your breasts and one pant leg on your ankle. If anyone saw you right now there’s no way to explain yourself out of the situation, you look well and truly fucked. 

You keep kissing and touching, slowly making your way down to push his jeans as far as you can get them, just under his asscheeks, and pull out his cock. 

Pulling him forward with one hand on his hip, you use your other hand to trace the tip of his dick between your folds, covering him in your slick. 

“Jesus,” he sighs out, watching it intently, “Fuck, we need a condom, I don’t-fuck I don’t have one.” 

You let go of him and stretch back, reaching for your bag on the other end of the table. 

“I got one.” You say. 

“You’ve got a condom in your backpack but not your purse?” He laughs. 

You fish the condom out of the front pocket and turn back to him. “Sex Ed gives them out for free!” You defend. 

“Suuuuure they do, you planned this didn’t you?” He teases, grabbing at the packet. 

“Eddie!” 

He rips the foil with his teeth and pulls out the condom. “M’kidding.” He chuckles. 

With steady hands, he rolls the rubber over his cock and lines up at your entrance. You lay on your back and keep your legs wide, ass just hanging off the edge of the table. 

The hand not holding his dick grabs at your hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your plump skin. 

“You’re sure?” He asks, looking into your eyes. 

You nod and he slaps his dick against your folds. 

“Use your words, honey.” He says. 

“Yes, I’m sure.” 

“Good girl.” 

His eyes never leave yours as you feel the thick head of his cock stretching you open. He pushes in inch by inch, watching your reaction with every movement. He’s tense like he’s trying with everything in him not to slam straight into your warmth.

As he bottoms out, you feel the weight of his balls press against your ass. 

“Eddie, move, please.” You beg. Feeling him so deep inside you has your walls clenching around him begging for more. 

He grabs onto your hips and pulls out slowly before diving in hard, you let out a guttural moan and watch as his smile grows. 

“Yeah?” He eggs on another moan. 

You nod as he keeps pounding into you, holding tight to your hips, using your love handles as leverage to pull you harder against him. 

You feel the white warmth growing in your core, your pussy grips him tight and you feel the remnants of your sex sliding down into your ass crack. 

Eddie’s eyes drop to your breasts as they bounce back and forth with each of his thrusts, you watch him and bring up your hands to play with your nipples. 

“God that’s so fucking sexy.” Eddie says. His fringe is beginning to stick to his forehead and his hair is swaying with his movements. 

You bite your lip to hold in a moan as you tweak your nipple extra hard. 

“No, no baby, I wanna hear you, yeah? Wanna hear all those beautiful noises you make for me.” 

As he says that he leans forward over you a little, the change in angle creates some friction against your clit. You drop your head back and arch your back to get more contact against it, letting out a long moan. 

“There she is!” He laughs. 

His thrusts turn faster and the friction intensifies against your clit, that electricity inside you building higher and higher, pushing its way down your core. 

You feel so close you can’t help the little yelps you let out each time he drives into you. 

“M’so close, Eddie.” You whimper. 

“Yeah? You can come, baby, come on my cock, I wanna feel it.” 

His chest is heaving and you can tell he’s close too with how erratic his movements are starting to get. It just takes a few seconds of consistent bucking of his hips, pushing against your spongy insides and pelvis rubbing along your clit for you to come hard. 

You grip one of his arms tight, the other still holding one of your breasts and let out a loud sob. White heat consumes you, your whole body tensing before it relaxes down into a calm buzz. 

Your pussy pulses around his cock, milking any will he had to not come yet. 

“God you feel so fucking good,” he keeps babbling down at you, pussy drunk. “I’m gonna come.” 

He jackhammers hard and fast into you before collapsing with a few slow thrusts and a deep moan into the valley between your breasts. Your hand comes up and lands on his head, patting over his hair soothingly as he comes down from his high. 

You stay like that for a few minutes, him still inside you as you both catch your breath. You begin to swirl his hair around your fingers and breathe in the smell of his shampoo and cologne. 

He kisses your chest a few times before he lifts his head slightly, resting his chin against you. 

He smiles up at you as you stare down at him with a small smirk. He quickly leans up, pressing his softening cock further into you and kisses your lips gently. You both moan against each other’s lips at his movements. 

He smiles down at you and then stands back up before slowly pulling out of you. Your pussy flutters from the loss. 

He takes the condom off and ties off the end before sticking it in his jeans pocket and doing up his pants. You go to sit up and pull your bra up over your breasts to cover yourself. 

Eddie walks over to grab your shirt and you awkwardly try to get your underwear and pants back on before grabbing your socks and shoes that he threw away. 

As you sit down on the wooden seat, ready to put your shoes on, Eddie hands you back your shirt that he’s turned the right way in and smiles a little sheepishly. You smile back up at him and there’s an almost awkward but cute silence as you put your shirt and shoes back on. 

You clear your throat when you’re done and stand up, standing directly in front of him. 

He looks down at you with his big brown eyes and then raises a hand for a high five. That makes you giggle with uncontrollable laughter and you give him a high five. He grabs at your hand as you do and pulls you against him, his other hand going to hold your face. 

“What?” He laughs with you, “That was good sex, it deserved a high five!” 

You keep snickering and he smiles down at you while he leans in for a kiss. You laugh against his lips. 

After a few more kisses he pulls away and walks over to his lunchbox, grabbing out a bag of weed and throwing it at you. You catch it and look at it for a second before looking back at him. 

“Maybe you could help me smoke this, this weekend or something?” You ask. 

He smiles brightly at you and it makes his eyes crease. 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He replies. 

You can’t help mirroring his smile. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” 

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #oz writes #oz writes eddie munson #nxyoz

[corvusspecialartist]

A Panopticon's Desire: Yandere! Konrad Curze x Artist Reader (Pt: 1)

An artist born. Fire and Blood.. a future changed. Konrad was idling by on his throne. Something was off…. his world… his worthless populace had been fixed though the power of fear. He had very little need of going out to cull the scum. However, it was odd… he saw a future where he was dragged and somehow beheaded. His planet ablaze, but in as soon it arrived it changed… they were chained… locked away to rot. A rare beautiful toy to play with. He shook the vision form his head. NO matter. This future would not come to pass… after all. His spies that were loyal had reported that many of the families… despite going underground… had pooled their resources and planned some form of tribute.

Maybe this was some ploy of their feeble superstitious mind. Trying to appease him, so that just maybe their families would be spared. This would be very much interesting.

You were being smuggled. It was of upmost matter that you were to kept secret. You were a well known artist in the system… with your work respected. However, this would be your greatest job yet! They were offering you, in your view, your weight in gold. All of the materials and lodging were provided. It was surprising for this opportunity to even come up in the first place…your kin had told you about the lawless state of the planet. Yet, when asked about the current state.. your patrons told you that someone else was in charge. But no matter…you made sure to bring proper supplements and glow in the dark paint, to allow the Nostroamon to actually see the art. You have heard that the planet had almost no light, and the people there could see in the dark. A captain came into your quarters running urgently.

"I need you to go and hide immediately… although we have gotten the proper paperwork for you… we needed it to be discreet." you nodded immediately and followed the captain into a small dark closet. Hopefully, your patrons would provide some low-vision goggles in order for you to allow you to see signs more easily. As you were squeezed, you heard the murmured voices. After it seemed like, almost forever. The captain came back. "We managed to get you past customs… I would get ready and brace." After he said that you started to move within the small space… It was quick, but soon an announcement came by on the ship ."We have safely landed on Nostramo." Immediately you got out.. watching as the various serfs go towards your room and gather your things.

You have heard the sordid reputation of the people of this world, and made sure that you brought on very little in terms of valuables. However, as your patrons led you out of the ship…as you took a step foot on this world. It seemed… different… It was quiet. You have heard the stories and the screams and the rampaging and varying explosions… that this planet was crime ridden hellhole. It was impossible… it almost felt as if you were in a dream. It seemed almost fake. You were shown into your quarters… and were left alone for a bit. You packed out the things… and started to sketch. Your nightmares seemed to take a current inspiration.

Sitting down, you started to draw a whirling mechanical tower. It was a grotesque thing that seemed to have one white eye.. It seemed to shine a beam on light… searching. Mouths seemed from the vents and were screaming. You were standing out in the open… as the searchlight swirled closer to you… Running though the warped halls, , as the mouths wailed and cried.. almost as if denied their prey. It seemed to run though closer… hands grabbing various people and consuming them…the mouths screeching and groaning. You had awaken at the time. Maybe this was an omen.

Maybe this was an omen. An alternate future… the canon.. the proper future,where this little thing would be under his thumb. His spies had told him about a recent visa, for a popular artist throughout the system. Personally, he was not a big fan of their art… He had ordered of the visa to be detained. He smiled to himself… when he caught them. This would be a grand cause of celebration… a rare public execution. However, he paused. No. He couldn't do that… drag them in and kill them over some trumped up charges… They were too popular and had backing amongst the nobility, those who had bent the knee to his rule. Honestly, he wished,he wasn't so just. He should have just killed them all. However, a gleaming idea came into his head.. he would pay them a little visit.

#primarch x reader #yandere primarch x reader #konrad curze #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000

[floatingxendlessly]

Day 22? Day 22, flirty

Lookie, I made a background! This piece has caused me trouble, and I'm not fully happy with the end result but I'm still so proud of it!

I'm not happy in the sense that it's not what I envisioned in terms of shading, lighting, rendering, yada yada yada, but I'm so proud of myself regardless because I've got a ways to go with this medium (but also i got lazy and its been three[four] days.) (>◇<)/ I prefer my traditional art but it just wasn't coming out the way I wanted! First I couldn't find decent references so I fused two pictures of myself, made the sketch on Ibis, tried recreating it on paper but in the end I got frustrated and I liked the digital sketch so! This is the end product :3

Anyways back to the boys, I wanted Fuyuhiko to be the one holding Kaz's chin, but I like seeing Fuyuhiko blush so please, accept the alt

I think it's so cute when people blush and their ears turn red <3

This piece is super indulgent for me. All of my art is indulgent but still! Here's my headcanon for it: Kazuichi would be more nervous to initiate touch at the beginning of their relationship, mostly for fear of crossing a boundary, so Fuyuhiko ends up being the one to initiate hand-holding, do a side hug or place his hand on Kaz's waist to encourage cuddling, any of the standard 'couple' or 'romantic' gestures. It wouldn't take too long for Kazuichi to find the confidence to be more affectionate but since they'd likely keep their relationship hidden for a while, any PDA that can't be passed off as regular, friendly interactions are off-limits.

Which means they'd wait to be 100% alone in private to be affectionate, so this would take place a year or more later, when they're out and give less of a dam. Kazuichi would be more touchy but not exactly flirty, and when he does attempt to, it falls a little flat from either his awkwardness or lack of confidence. So the times he does flirt successfully are very impactful. As for Fuyuhiko, he also isn't super flirtatious by nature but he's got more confidence to pull it off. And Kazuichi is a bit more easily flustered by words than Fuyuhiko is, so most of what the blonde says to Kazuichi ends up with him blushing and feeling fuzzy. But that's my personal headcanon, what about you? :v

#fuyuhiko kuzuryu #kazuichi souda #kuzusouda #drif's art das a me

[evernkillian]

Tomarry/Harrymort Fanfiction Recs | One- Shot Edition; Part 1

Standard Rec Lists Disclaimers Apply: Please for the love of God read the tags and Author's Note/s, This is NOT the ultimate rec lists or whatever, the fics below are my cup of tea.

Also, I tried my best to make the Quotes I included spoiler free but if you think it is just tell me!

(also I have more fic recs! Here)

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1. naïve melody by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts

G | 2.9k Words

Summary: “You invited me to go to a fair with you,” Voldemort says levelly. “Because we’re going to battle to the death soon.”

Well, when he puts it like that.

Fluff beloved. They understand each other the way only enemies can. Voldemort as the Drama Expert™ also accidental date 👀

Voldemort returns, looking punchably smug and carrying the largest stuffed lion Harry has ever seen. Competitive git. Harry holds his stuffed snake a little tighter and ignores the feeling of rejection. He’d meant it as a joke, anyway; there’s nothing to be disappointed about. Voldemort clears his throat. “I propose a trade.” And he holds out the stuffed lion to Harry, his other hand gesturing for the snake. Oh. Harry hands over the snake hesitantly and accepts the lion in turn. Did we just win each other stuffed animals? he thinks.

2. Breaking More Taboos by Destiny_Of_A_Dragon

M | 3.3k Words

Summary: The first time Harry broke the taboo, he’d been beyond starving, with little to no choice. The second and third times were much the same.

But the fourth?

That’s when everything changed.

I KNOW I RAVED ABOUT IT ALREADY BUT. IT DESERVES REPEATING. LIKE PLS. THIS FIC HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD AJSVSHSBSHSH. Also, Deliciously Dark Harry. Voldemort saw that darkness, and moved. When I crave dark Harry who's oblivious he's dark- I read this. Sadly no favorite quote since spoilers 😔

3. Roads Untaken by wynnebat (@wynnefic)

T | 3k Words

Summary: Harry wanted to be outraged on behalf of the castle that he still considered to be his home. Hogwarts didn't deserve to have a piece of Tom Riddle lodged inside it like a particularly vicious splinter.

But there was something he was annoyed about even more than the fact that he was once again alive at the same time as a once and future dark lord. For the first time in his life, he sympathized with Voldemort, and knew that in this one instance, Voldemort might sympathize with him.

Harry looked at Tom head-on, and said, "Albus Dumbledore is a bastard."

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Both turned down for the position of Hogwarts DADA professor, Tom and Harry have a few things to say to each other.

Ahvshsvs laughing at Dumbledore in this fic. "I am happy to have done right by you.", He says, while making another mistake. Aberforth, Tom & Harry bonding over insulting Albus. They got drunk and planned to build a new school- it was hilarious.

"Do you want to grab a drink at the Hog's Head? Dumbledore's brother works there. He can join us in insulting Dumbledore."

4. V Is For Vampire by duplicity (@duplicitywrites )

T | 13k Words

Summary: One cursed night over seventy years ago, Harry agreed to bite Tom and turn him into a vampire. Flash forward to today, when Tom hires a rag-tag group of starving film students to film a documentary about their lives as two totally platonic vampire pals.

Because Tom thinks their life as vampires is interesting enough for mainstream media.

Because he’s crazy.

Harry should have just let Tom die of old age like any other sane person would have done.

What really endeared me to the Vampire Harry and/or Vampire Tom troupe. COFFIN SHOPPING!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) They're idiots who love each other very much. You know that love strengthened, and deepened with time? Yeah, like that. They're everything for each other. I love the whole crew (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠). Harry's endearing habit of knitting clothes for Tom. Artist Harry who draws (or redraws, as Tom makes a...sketch first) Tom's coffin designs ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ. Vampire Ollivander [insert shaky eyes]. Ginny is our lord and savior for putting up with these idiots. Ron Weasley is also our savior- because of him there are no....casualties. Jealous Tom [insert shaky red eyes]. Fluff- seriously, I read this when I need a pick me up (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥. Also Honorary mention to Tom Riddle's Hair Curl™

Harry laid a hand on Tom’s chest and said, “Okay.” Tom’s anger floundered, replaced with confusion. The harsh, inhuman lines of his face smoothed out as he tilted back, withdrawing from Harry’s touch like it had burned him. “I said okay,” Harry told him. “I do have you, don’t I? You’re right. I choose to be here, with you, and I’ve done that for about seventy years now.”

5. Sola Fide by crowthing (@crowcrowcrowthing )

M | 7.9k Words

Summary: Surely what he was dealing with was some level of deity, because quite suddenly the man was standing in front of him. No trace of apparition, no burst of speed. The man had parted through space and now towered over him, translucent and human-like.

Harry offered up his bleeding hand.

Hermit Harry- still magical, though. His lifestyle is so calming, no kidding (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠). I love the world building (?) In it where it shows his simple life. Love the cute niffler and the gnome family (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠). Harry taking care of his magical garden and Voldemort supplying the rare seeds ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ. *Screams* BWVSSGSVSGSGGS VEE AND HARRY'S RELATIONSHIP IS JUST 👌. Mutual Devotion [insert vibing emoji].

Blood glared against pale skin, ruby-bright, gathering in bunches and trickling down a bare chest. The man was so much taller than Harry, so much more, even while still so insubstantial. He eclipsed the world, staring down with those red, unblinking eyes and such pale, scaled skin.

He leaned in to rasp into Harry’s ear, “Worship me.”

#tomarry #harrymort #tomarrymort #fic recs #fanfiction recs #fanfic recs #tomarry recs #tomarry fic recs #harrymort recs #harrymort fic recs #tomarrymort recs #tomarrymort fic recs #harry potter #tom riddle #lord voldemort

[happy-beeeps]

The Girl With the Porg Tattoo

Summary: Hunter asks you to give him a tattoo… things get out of hand quickly.

Pairing: hunter x artist!reader

Warnings: 18+!!! NSFW Minors DNI!!!! Afab reader, P-in-V sex, face riding, oral sex (females receiving,) fingering, I guess kind of pain kink if you realllly squint, brief mentions of death and canon typical violence! Also I just don’t have it in me to try and configure the safety logistics of tattooing in universe, so obligatory please don’t tattoo yourselves without proper training and safety and go to professionals!

WC: 4k

Technically a continuation, read part one here!

A/N: it’s my birthday (when I’m writing this but it’s actually coming out a few days later) but I’m giving y’all a gift because y’all are the greatest gift to me! This is my first smut fic and I’m honestly really pleased with it!!! Biiiiig shoutout to @starboytech for being my beta reader through this (sometimes the logistics are hard ok)

18+ below the cut

It had been a few weeks since you and Hunter’s relationship had evolved from cautious avoidance to whirlwind romance. Leaning into your feelings and learning to truly exist around each other had been intoxicating, and you had quickly become accustomed to the male presence in your home. Sure, you had had the batch around for dinners (or times when they just needed good rest) but having Hunter here alone was… different.

Not to mention having him near you sent your mind spinning, something warm and heavy growing steadily in your chest.

You were walking back from your kitchen, holding two mugs of caf in hand to where Hunter sat sprawled across your couch, idyly flipping through one of the sketchbooks you had left around. You set the mug down on the table and he looked up at you in thanks, scooching downwards so you could pick up his head to rest on your lap.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” your hands went to rest in his hair, deftly removing his bandana to give you untethered access to the soft locks.

“You’re so talented.” He murmured, thumbing over a design you had sketched of a large bloom on a bush outside your apartment.

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” you sighed, settling against him as he looked at the design. You began absentmindedly tracing the exposed ink on his hands and forearms, the two of you simply existing in the soft silence of the moment.

“Hey, wait a second,” he moved, standing up quickly and moving towards the bag he had brought to your apartment from the Marauder.

“What are you looking for?”

“Something,” he tossed over his shoulder, rummaging through the leather duffle before letting out a triumphant humph and coming back to the sofa. On the small table in front of it he set down a sealed needle, a roll of clear bactatape, and a small vial of black liquid.

With an easy motion he pulled his tunic up and over his head, discarding it on your floor and settling back on your couch.

“Getting comfortable, are we?”

“I want you to tattoo me.” He stated, as matter of factor as if he asked what the weather was.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” He smirked, bringing both arms up to rest lazily behind his head.

“Honey… don’t take this the wrong way, but… do you even have space?”

He scoffed, moving to place a hand on his chest, “sure I do, right here.”

He wasn’t wrong, the entire right side of his body was devoid of tattoos, but it felt…wrong to be the one marking the pristine canvas of his skin.

“Hunter… I’ve never done this before.”

“I trust you entirely. Besides, can’t exactly go to my old guy anymore.” He said it with such ease, but from the brief flash of pain on his face you knew he must have been a lost brother.

“Ok… ok, I can try. But you can’t be mad if I hate it.”

“Can’t imagine hating anything you’d do.”

You got off the couch and moved him to recline. He opened the package with the needle, and the ink, and explained the process to you. You were to simply dip the needle into the ink and poke the design into his skin. When it was done, you’d cover it with the bacta tape and it would be fully healed by morning.

After the first mark, it began to get easier, and you slowly started to move with a practiced comfort along his chest, the bloom he had picked from your sketchbook slowly coming to life before you. You were able to start having mindless chatter, until a moment of curiosity got the better of you.

“Why did you start getting tattoos?” You asked, and he breathed in, seemingly formulating his response in his mind.

“When I was young, you know, like a kid in a way, I was the only one of my squad who wasn’t visibly…different. And the regs, they used to try and get in our way a lot, especially Wrecker and Tech and Cross,” he winced a tiny bit at the last name, and from the stories you’d been told, you knew it must’ve been painful for him to reminisce.

“When I started growing my hair out, it helped a little, you know. I started to look different. And that helped. I was the leader, I’m the oldest. I had to look out for them.”

“And then?”

“We were shinies, coming back to Kamino right after our first mission…it was hard. Search and rescue,” he paused, searching your face for any sign of discomfort in the topic. When he found none, he continued.

“Not many survivors. We got sent on a lot of those missions at first. I’m good at…recovery. So the regs started saying a visit from me was like a visit from death. I had been looking for a way to set myself apart, to show my squad I was with them, permanently. So I went to the reg who did Crosshair’s ink and…” he gestured to the skull on his face, and you smiled softly at him.

“You got a face tattoo as your first tattoo?”

“It’s not that out of the ordinary for a clone,” he shrugged slightly when you lifted the needle off his chest. “Sorry for the downer of a story, sure that’s not what you had in mind.”

“I’m here for all parts of your story Hunter, not just the easy ones. They all matter to me.”

He didn’t say anything at first, just moved to place his hand on your thigh while you worked, giving it a soft squeeze in appreciation.

“You got any ink?” He asked abruptly, and you smiled down at him, moving the hand not doing the tattooing to softly play with his hair.

“Nah, but maybe one day. I’m saving it for something special.”

“What would you get?”

“I don’t know…something cute, something happy, maybe here,” you pointed to the spot just above your ankle bone. “My roommate at university had a really long quote in her native tongue right there once,” you traced a line up your ankle a few inches and looked back at him. “I think that’s a nice spot.”

“Feet hurt pretty bad, you think you’re ready for that?”

“Only if you hold my hand.”

He smiled easy at you, his hand coming up to settle on your waist. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

There was a few minutes of silence again while you worked at some of the more intricate line work, and he started again. “Say you had to pick something right now.”

You sighed before moving the needle off his chest and looking at him with an eyebrow raised. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I think… maybe a porg.”

He didn’t laugh, to his credit, just looked at you for a moment before asking slowly, “like… the bird?”

You groaned, bringing your head to your hands. “I almost wished you’d just laugh at me!”

“No, no I think it’s cute!” He exclaimed, moving up more to touch your arm. “It… makes sense.”

“Really? You don’t think it’s dumb?”

“Nah, it makes sense for you. Porgs are cute, you’re cute. Checks out for me.”

You gave him a small smile before starting up again. “You think porgs are cute?”

He scoffed, “course. I’m a soldier, not an animal.”

* * *

The rest of the tattoo was easier, but Hunter began to shift under your touch, especially under the close proximity. His fidgeting was making you nervous, but also planting a needy kind of restlessness somewhere deep inside you.

“I’m almost done,” your voice was barely above a whisper, the final lines of the black ink flower on his chest coming to life as you moved the needle across the tanned skin there. “Let me get a better angle.” You moved from your spot on his side and threw your legs on either side of his hips. You were straddling him, one hand pressed firm on his abdomen to keep you steady. You tried to keep your eyes focused on the task at hand, you’re permanently marking him after all, but you can’t help but catch your attention drifting to the skeletal designs that drag down his torso.

Or how they dipped below the pair of gray sweat pants that hang dangerously low on his hips.

“Don’t get distracted,” Hunter purrs, removing one hand from its resting place behind his head to trace small circles on the side of your thigh. He looked so casual, not an ounce of pain flickered across his face when you dragged the needle over and over the design. You suppose he’s done this before enough, and his eyes aren’t even watching your hands, instead raking over your body hovering over him.

“Don’t watch me like that.” You whispered, and his hand moved to lay flat on the upper part of your thigh, dangerously close to palming your ass.

“Do I make you nervous?” He joked, moving his fingers cautiously to knead the soft skin and muscle there. You felt your legs clench around his hips involuntarily and it made your hand go shaky, and you lifted up the needle in frustration.

“Hunter.” You warned, and he removed his hand from its spot, bringing it up as if to mime sorry. “I’m nearly there, this’ll be done soon.”

“In a rush for something?” The tone sends a blush to your cheeks you couldn’t hide, and it worked in response enough. He leaned up unexpectedly and moved so he was sitting nearly nose to nose with you. He did nothing aside from drag his eyes, now darkened with lust, across your body, and reach a hand down to the hem of your shirt. “You don’t need this, do you?” he murmured, and you shook your head no furiously. He took your response as permission and removed the garment fast, then hooking both hands into the waistband of your shorts. “Might as well be thorough,” he chided, and you maneuvered yourself up to give him the access to remove the cumbersome layer. He leaned back then, hands going behind his head, “you can finish up, take your time.”

The teasing look in his eyes was not easily missed.

Your hand shook now more than ever as you sat straddled across Hunter’s hips in nothing but your bra and panties. You and Hunter had yet to sleep together, so you’ve been a bit methodical in picking undergarments recently, grateful now to be in a matching lacy set. You leaned forward again, working on those finishing lines, and the unrestricted friction of moving across his lap sent heat rocketing to your core at such a speed, you had half a mind to toss the needle to the side now. He could sense it, you knew it, and he responded by shifting slightly under your touch, just enough for your core to rub barely across his hard length through his pants.

The movement made you gasp in surprise, and you moved to furiously finish the last line of the bloom on his pec. “You’re done,” you said, breathier than you intended, and he scooched upright and tilted his head down to look at it, one hand firmly on the small of your back, keeping you pressed against him as much as possible, “you sit pretty good.”

You reached to the side near the small coffee table where you’ve left the clear bactapatch to cover the exposed ink, pressing it against his chest flush against the art. He moved closer to you, and you’re now perched on his lap as he sits fully upright. “Bet you sit even better.”

He moved quickly, surging the gap between your mouths with a bruising kiss, one hand planting itself firmly on the side of your face, fingers interlacing themselves with your hair. Your arms came up quick to run long down the exposed skin of your back, pressing yourself into him with a desperation you hadn’t realized you’d been holding onto. He was warm against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip in a way that you’re certain will leave the skin there bruised purple, though you can’t say you mind.

“Been wanting this,” he mumbled, removing his lips from yours and pressing himself into the crook of your neck while his hands worked to unfasten your breastband. “This okay? I don’t want to move too fast.”

“More than okay,” you groaned in a blend of relief and agony when Hunter exposed your breasts to the cool air of your apartment and the hot skin of his hands. “I’ve wanted you, wanted this, since forever.”

“Forever huh?” he said, rubbing his thumb across the stiffened peak of your nipple while guiding you over his hard length. He moved to massage the skin of your breasts with nimble, fast hands, before removing them entirely, bringing one to your upper back and the other guiding you down. He leaned back and pulled you up his chest, though you were careful to position yourself away from the fragile bacta patch. “Can you show me how well you sit?” He moved you upright once more to give your legs the freedom to shimmy yourself out of your panties, your core now exposed to the chill of the room. With a quick, easy move he pulled you even closer, and suddenly you’re being hoisted up, balanced precariously close to his face, the hook of his nose barely brushing the hypersensitive bud of your clit.

“Hunter,” you moaned, using one hand to steady yourself on the back of the couch and the other on the arm behind his head.

He responded by doing…nothing, for a moment actually. You worried that he was suddenly overstimulated by the experience or, maker forbid, turned off by you. “Mesh’la…” he breathed, his voice alone dripping in lust. “You have no idea how bad I need this, need to taste you.”

“Then show me.” You replied, surprised slightly by the boldness of your tone.

If he was surprised or put off by it, he didn’t show it, responding instead by swiping his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top, and you throw your head back from the sheer pleasure of it all. He snaked both arms around your thighs, careful to hold you in place on your spot just atop his face. He moved with ease, absolutely devouring you whole. He switched his focus to your clit, where he kisses and sucks at the bud of nerves there like a man starved.

You couldn’t help but rock your hips forward, desperate for any kind of friction while his tongue moved, and it was on your third rock forward that his fingers worked themselves deep into your thighs. “I thought you were gonna show me how you sit cyar’ika?”

“Need more,” you forced out, your own hands moving down to work themselves against yourself as he removes his mouth, “need you.”

“Not yet, need you to come for me first.”

As quick as his mouth left, it came back–sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin and leaving love bites you knew you’d feel in the morning on the inside of your thighs. If dying from pleasure was possible, you were certain you’d have been dead long ago with the attention and ferocity that he moved against you. In a moment, he’d found just the right spot, and your own moans began to pick up in response.

You knew he knew, Hunter always knew, and he worked that spot even more, the feeling growing closer in your core, the heat building into something explosive. “Come on beautiful, show me you’re mine,” he mumbled, and it was exactly what you needed to push you over the edge, your release sending you backwards into a point of no return. This was it, you were certain, this is the best any woman could ever feel. Hunter’s eyes never lost you as he drank in your release, before gently placing his arms on your back and shuffling you to his lap. From there he moved to stand, looping your legs gently around his waist and hoisting you up against him, moving to where he knew your bed was.

You were grateful for his care in the moment, you didn’t think you could even move if you wanted to, aftershocks still coursing through your body. Hunter didn’t stop, though, he simply kept kissing your neck, your jaw, your lips, whispering sweet nothing against your ear.

“So beautiful, my girl. Don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmured, laying you with your back on your bed, before moving to cage you in with his arms.

“I could say the same thing to you,” you moved to palm his hard cock through his pants, and you could see it clearly straining against the thin gray fabric. “Need you Hunter, all of you.”

He looked at with you a devilish grin, moving quickly to work the pants and boxers off his body. In a moment he was bare before you, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever recover.

You’d heard… stories from your friends at university about clones before, the few that had spent a night at 79’s for a quick hookup or met a rogue squadron when they had been on Ord Mantell before. The stories had left you blushing, and you certainly understood why.

He was big, bigger than you had anticipated, and the sight of his tanned skin now exposed was enough to revitalize you, and you lunged at him with a fervor, surging to kiss him with a force that struck him by surprise.

He ran a hand down the side of your cheek before pausing to palm one of your breasts, carefully toying with the stiffened peak of your nipple. “Need to get you ready princess,” he hummed before dragging his hand further down your torso, his fingers dragging long and low against your entrance before dipping inside.

You arched against his touch, your head rolling back onto your pillow as you rasped out his name in pure bliss.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he bit out, but the harsh tone of his words didn’t match the adoration he showed you when you looked up at you, before pumping his cock between his hands and coating it with your arousal. “Are you-“

“Safe, it’s ok, inside,” you said, shifting your legs wider and moving to grab his biceps in anticipation. You had long forgone the ability to create coherent sentences, you had simply needed to feel him.

He nodded before beginning to move into you, his head pushing against your walls with such blissful pressure your eyes shot wide open. He groaned something beautiful as he pushed himself fully into you until he was entirely sheathed, and the two of you stayed like that for a moment—you to catch you breath and for him to get his bearings.

“You feel better than I could’ve imagined mesh’la,” he rasped, and began the agonizingly perfect process of dragging himself out of you, rocking back in slowly, “I’ve never felt anything as good as you, fuck, you’re so perfect, made just for me.”

“Hunter, please, you don’t need to be gentle.” You said, arms grasping at his biceps as you watched the chain around his neck dangle loosely in front of you.

“We’ll see what you think tomorrow morning,” he chided, before pumping in and out of you at a breakneck pace. He looked utterly perfect, and your gaze couldn’t help but drag down his chiseled abdomen to watch the spot where ink met tanned skin, and where it disappeared inside of you. With each pump you could feel yourself clench tighter around him. Was it even possible to have an orgasam this good two times in a row? You literally didn’t know how you’d ever live without this man again.

Your eyes threatened to flutter close as he continued his relentless pace, until one of his hands moved to wrap itself against yours, fingers threading themselves in yours. “Getting closer, do you think you’ve got one more for me?” He rasped out, before moving to suck on your neck, just near the juncture of your shoulder. He moved you just a bit to get closer, using the hand previously wrapped in yours to hoist your hips up higher to meet him, allowing him to hit a new, deeper angle you hadn’t even realized was even possible.

“Hunter, I’m gonna-“

“That’s it princess, let me hear you,” he said, continuing his pace against that spot that felt ohsoright, and that familiar sensation blossomed in your stomach, growing larger with each thrust, each brush of his head against the sensitive part of your walls when in just a moment you were coming completely undone for him again, your hands wrapping themselves in his hair and pulllling at the strands there.

“Fuck, mesh’la…” he rasped, and you he soon followed in his own release, spurred onward by the vice your pussy had put him in. You felt his warmth around you and the two of you simply stayed like that for a moment, just resting against one another while your heartbeats steadied themselves out against each other.

What felt like hours later but was probably a matter of minutes, Hunter removed himself from his spot against you, where you had been lazily dragging your nails down his back, to press a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Hey,” he whispered, pushing himself up and propping himself up on his elbows.

“Hey yourself, handsome,” you said, bringing a hand up to rest along his cheek.

He leaned in to press a kiss against your palm before groaning and pushing himself fully off of you. “Let’s get you cleaned up, care to join me in the fresher?”

* * *

“You’re making me nervous…”

“I’ve been on the other end of this a dozen times, you’re gonna be fine.”

“Sure, I believe you.” You rolled your eyes and looked at Hunter, who was focused intently at the skin on your ankle, needle and black ink balancing precariously on the table to his side. His hair was wet and pulled back in one of your ties, and he was squinting at the small design he was working at, his tongue pointing out at the corner of his mouth.

“You made it look so easy,”

“I make everything look easy.”

Hunter broke his concentration to look up at you, a look you hoped was akin to love radiating off of him. “Don’t be mad if you don’t like it.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I think it looks good.”

“Then I’ll love it.”

The unsaid sentence hung loud in the air and the clarity of your omission seemed to strike you just as fast. He said nothing, only beamed up at you, before placing the needle down and rocking backwards. “I think I’m done.”

You moved closer to inspect his work, and that warm fuzzy feeling returned in your chest. His line work was shaky, the shading less precise, but honestly… he was pretty good. The little porg was looking up at you with its big eyes, a smile tucked on its face. You were right, it had already started to make you uncontrollably happy.

Hunter had unwrapped the bactaseal and placed it gently on your newly inked ankle, pressing it down with a gentleness that almost startled you after his previous show of unrestrained passion. “Welcome to the club.”

“Happy to be here,” you leaned to kiss him softly on the lips before pulling away. “I’m happy you were the first to do it.”

He pulled you in close to his chest, running a hand gently down your back before settling itself in your hair, curling it around his fingers. “They say you never forget your first…”

You looked up at him and saw it, that same unspoken decoration you had given him earlier. You both didn’t need to say it yet, you both knew. Instead you buried yourself closer in his chest, murmuring softly, “that’s the idea.”

#hunter bad batch #tbb hunter x you #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #hunter the bad batch #hunter bad batch x reader #star wars #the bad batch fic #the bad batch smut #hunter tbb #hunter tbb x reader #hunter tbb smut

[potol0ver]

Can I get a scenario of reader leaving hickeys and biting on Erik’s neck for the first time, pleaseeee?

Oh most definitely!

God this is making me flustered thinking about it- I can't believe I got this out before I move

Phantom of the Opera (Erik) x GN reader

Warnings; 18+ themes, I made the reader an artist/someone who sketches

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It was another relaxing night with Eric where you two just lived around each other. Appreciating each other's company while you do your own thing. Sitting on the love seat you ‘forced’ him to get into his underground layer, you're just sketching and touching up some art pieces in the making. Erik has become a muse of yours, even if it's just a pose reference to drawing specifically him while he works.

Right now was one of those times where you're using him as a model without his knowledge. Eric was sitting at his organ righting down music again, he had his wig and mask on, along with that frilly white deep V-neck shirt that you adore on him. It shows off his neck and chest wonderfully, you couldn't help but linger on it while trying to use him as a reference.

Soon enough you couldn't even focus on your artwork and ended up staring at Eriks' neck and chest. Thinking about how it would feel under your hand while you hold him against a kiss, how your lips would feel against it, how your tongue and teeth would mark it-

“Mon amour? Is something wrong?” Erik's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and back into reality. You had been staring for so long that even he took notice, which given how engrossed he was in his music, is saying something.

“No, nothing’s wrong love,” you say dismissively trying to spare yourself from any further embarrassment “I was just deep in thought.”

“If you don't mind me asking, what were you thinking about?” Erik asked with a slight hint of concern in his voice. You could feel the heat rush to your face, life give you strength to explain this to the man that has barely known anyone in his entire life.

“Well...” you started hesitantly, hoping you can find the right combination of words for this. “I was admiring you.”

His eyes widened and you could see blush start to creep its way on his pale skin. “O-oh- really?”

You gave a slight chuckle at his shyness, “Yes Erik, I was admiring how handsome you look.” gaining a boost of confidence out of nowhere you stand up and start slowly walking towards him. His flustered gaze looked down at his music again not knowing what to do. You stand slightly behind him and run your hand up and down his arm, sending a shiver up his spine.

“I was thinking about how much I love this shirt on you.” your hand moved up from his arm and to the neckline of the shirt, gaining a soft gasp from Erik.

“Mon amour,” he said barely above a whisper leaning into your touch.

“Would you like me to show you what I was thinking about? You can say no any time my love,” you say as you dip your head near the crook of his neck, while your hands play with his loose shirt. Erik gave a nod of his head and a barely audible whimper. With a smile, you start placing soft kisses along his neck. Nothing he hasn't felt before through you but he still felt waves of pleasure with each kiss.

Going into the dip of his neck you tried an experimental soft hickey. Earning a gasp and a desperate whine from him. “More, please more.” Erik pleaded with you. Smiling with a mischievous grin you gladly obeyed.

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I'll let your mind wonder from here 👀

#erik poto #erik destler #erik destler x reader #erik the phantom #erik x reader #phantom x reader

[myarlert]

𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓?

Thoma, Kaeya, Albedo & Ayato x fem!reader

CW: smut, dry humping, thigh riding, jerking off, oral [f. receiving], names; baby, sweet girl; mentions of v. penetration.

Hehe another piece for the sweet & spice collab event by @bluexiao and @anantaru! I couldn’t help but wanna do another <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | event m.list | my m.list

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

thoma would go absolutely red if he saw you in one of his lounge shirts. better yet, if he saw you in that and nothing else. with a nervous laugh, he’d turn to you when you were folding a blanket and say, ‘baby? i-is that my shirt you have on?’ with a little glance down, seeing your thighs peeking from underneath you look back up at him, smiling and nodding. ‘i hope that’s okay!’ he smirks and approaches you, grabbing the blanket from you to toss it down onto the couch. grabbing your hands and pulling you closer to him. he rests his forehead against yours and take a deep breath in, smelling your shampoo and getting butterflies in his tummy from the smell alone.

‘you look really pretty in it baby.. your legs are so beautiful.. thighs so soft..’ oh and how he would press some light kisses to your neck and bring them down just a little to your collarbones, letting his hands trace down your sides, to your thighs as he gets down onto his knees. aw and how he would use his delicate fingers to push up the t-shirt, exposing your pretty panties and letting his lips press little kisses to your tummy. and you just loved when he would move your hands to his hair, his shoulders, anywhere you wanted. he loves it so much when you tug lightly on his hair, guiding him to where you really want him. he would take his time, licking, sucking at your clit, using his tongue to run through your wet, slick lips. thoma is definitely the man to hold your thighs softly, against his face because he wants every drop you give him.

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

kaeya seeing you in his shirt would turn the man feral. love the idea of you being completely naked under it. just imagine him planning a sweet date at the very top of the Knights of Favonius HQ, a blanket all spread out with some little nibbles he picked up earlier in the day. but when you showed up in nothing but his shirt.. it quickly ended in you straddling his hips, hands resting on his shoulders while his lips melded with yours, his tongue slipping past yours as it got more and more heated. his firm hands would be on your hips, gently rocking you back and forth over his hips. ‘keep rockin for me sweetheart.. you are so full of surprises aren’t you?!’ oh the dark chuckle when he’d lift the shirt and reveal absolutely nothing but your beautiful skin. ah the man would go crazy. he’d use his hands more, feeling you start to tremble lightly beneath his touch the more and more your hips dig down into his. and the moment he knows you’re gonna cum, he would bring a hand up to brush against your cheek, resting his head back against the stone before smiling. ‘you’re gonna cum baby? just a little more.. that’s it..’

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

oh how nervous bedo would be when he first sees you in his shirt. his face would flush and eyes would be blown wide. in his mind, you are the prettiest being in existence, your arms, legs, pretty breasts he can see beneath the shirt, how your hair falls from your head onto your shoulders. he wants to sketch you and frame it everywhere he can, always having a glimpse of you to look at. aw and poor baby when you bring your hands up to his face, caressing his cheek while bringing a hand down his tummy, teasing the waistband of his pants, undoing the zipper while he moans into the kiss, pulling away momentarily to help you get them open. he smiles against your lips, pushing his hips against you more as you take his cock in your hands, petting it while it starts to get harder and harder. the gentle moans that would get trapped in your mouth from his as you start to tease his tip some more, maybe running your thumb against the slit to collect the pre that’s dribbling out, absolutely gushing about how good your hand feels :(

𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

now if ayato found you wearing his shirt he would surly end the night with pulling you onto his lap, telling you just how pretty you look, grasping at your hips as he grinds you against his clothed thigh. ‘look at you.. you knew this would get me to stop my work didn’t you? well you see.. you got my attention now. is this what you were after?’ you’d not desperately as he would bounce his thigh up and down. he would definitely continue his work, urging you to keep grinding against his thigh, and the way he would praise you as you do so. he could tell by the way your hips would stutter and spasm that you were getting closer. ‘you look so pretty like this.. i’ll tell you what.. you keep grinding just like that, when i’m done with my work, i’ll let you take my cock out and put it inside.’ and that sure got you grinding faster.

tagging @paradisdementor @soaringmirror @rowsn @p-antomime

MYARLERT©2022 — all right reserved. do not replicate, copy, reshare, or profit off my writing on any platform. — 18+. minors do not interact.

#my writing #thoma smut #thoma thirst #thoma x reader #albedo smut #albedo thirst #albedo x reader #ayato thirst #ayato smut #ayato x reader #kaeya thirst #kaeya smut #kaeya x reader #bloru.sweetnspice

[scraftcat]

As promised here are some extra sketches based off of @nintendonut1 stories. (These were also written by Lilbluebox.) I've really enjoyed these, they have been coming out so quickly, so I wasn't able to keep up with all the stories in these sketches. These pieces were more experimental, some ending up being full pieces again.. (I'm bad at sticking to sketches...) With each piece I'll leave a bit of context and which story they are from. I will be going in order of the story. (All links will take you straight to the quote.)

"Unbelievable. The utter gall of this guy."

While being a part of the Koopa-troop, Bowser wants nothing to do with this stupid wooden doll. Can't they just leave him in peace? How dare they go over to His bed. The last thing he wants is a therapy session with a star possessing Pinocchio.

“We’ve got a witty banter thing going on. I don’t expect you to understand, Princess.” Hey, looks like Bowser's hatred ended sooner (rather than later.) They are now best of friends. In fact, they have a lot of banter no one else would understand. Isn't that right Geno?

"how could one escape a torment like this–-"

While star hill isn't full of wishing stars, when you are a star, it can get to your head. Sometimes it might feel like you're drowning in the impossible sea of wishes from those you will never meet.

"Geno felt ill. This was positively cruel. His first wish, as an inhabitant of this world, and it was this."

This piece was a lot more experimental. After watching the new spider verse I loved the art style and was inspired to make a piece based on the style of this section of the film. I think it fits well with the scene as the two moods of the characters are conflicting. Bowser doesn't know the true seriousness of the current situation, While on the other hand, Geno's overwhelmed by it.

"Mallow hoped he made a good pillow."

Here's a little bit of a nicer one. I won't spoil too much, but Mallow just wants to look out for his friend, especially with the current situation going on. His fluffiness comes in handy for situations like this one.

“Look, look!” He puffed out his squat little chest, showing off the tiny Koopa shell design adorning his fluffy skin. “I got an official Koopa Troop sticker for a job well done!” I won't spoil too much again, let's just say Mallow's the supportive powerhouse in this part. He's the best boy and the most hopeful team member. If you want to read these stories in full I will be leaving a link here to all of them. I would defiantly recommend giving them a read, they've been great so far and I can't wait to see what's up next. SMRPG STORY COLLECTION I hope you enjoy :V

#smrpg #geno #geno smrpg #mallow smrpg #mallow #bowser #mario #peach #super mario rpg #nintendonut1 #ScraftCat

[istherewifiinhell]

um... uh ummm. happy birthday to the birthday fool (honourary) and follow blogger in arms......

[ID: digital drawing of matoba as an anthro ferret, dressed as kuromisa. dress, hair and shawl kinda blowing in the wind. head tipped up, looking to the side, and one hand out as if testing the weather. in the other he holds an umbrella handle, but the umbrella shape is instead a eye like golden disk, surrounded by red (sclera) and black (lid). the disks corona reaching beyond this shape. red arrow like shapes in the background are coming down like rain. END]

i know u said natori in a dress but. gears were in motion

sketches v

[ID: 1. pencil sketch of same concept, standing in profile, hands clasps in front, layer skirt, neutral look. 2. ms paint sketch, now mostly same composition. END]

u can see my first immediate instinct was victorian dress dghbdjhfs. sorry. love this guy. whats he look like? and at some point it got windy. u best believe theres a tf cropped 2cm to the left of the mspaint one

#some shit #medium wise im somewhat wanting of an envelope i can pack with various things & note. and metaphorically run away from #and asks dont have sotta voice #UM. [sits here for five minutes] happy to blog at the same time as u #gestures. this. uhhhh. hopefully communicates that? im not sure of the etiquette.. #UM! i hope u have a good BIRTHDAY? i already know u have cake.. so i just hope ingeneral you have a good time. #thanks for translating one of ur guys into a furry that one time 👍🏻 #yes clearly i didnt want to draw an umbrella. the accidental eye imagery when trying seemed youknow? #i will be logging off now and whatever happens. happens

[labrdorite]

nico sketches i did as a warmup + 20 minute s/i sketches i did while my hands were tembling for dear life (designing a s/i for him)

hi i sketched out my s/i for him (naming them ambrose for convenience)

they go to the same university he does, & are in the same grade, they’re just 3 years younger. (they’re also in a different major. they’re an illustrator while he’s a game designer :3)

literally struggling HARD with the move from online schooling to in person schooling they’re holding on for dear life. new school AND new state (thankfully they’d emailed back & forth with him before getting his disc. so they had a friend.

btw for first meeting stuff, while their first meeting was online, they were friends for a WHILEEE before dating. HOWEVER!

amb had to fake date him for so long bc they kept getting teased :/ literally had the whole ‘omg are you single do you have a bf my friend would LOVE to date you’ so they just blurted out that they & nico were dating so they both had to go along w it (pls read ‘starting with a lie’ by liang azha bc that plot is what im stealing for this!)

anyways cue faking dating scenarios except these two secretly like each other HARD FOR REALS but literally dont wanna say it bc its so difficult to make friends as it is and they dont wanna ruin that (+ feelings are complicated so they both just brush it off to ‘not interacting w anyone for a long time so its just infatuation’) whatever

universe crossover for my other oc f/o moots but hc their friends (your guys’ ships) are SOOOOOO sick of them. doing everything in their power to be supportive & not bully them for being dense /j

they end up working together on projects, and have their own personal project theyre working on! (nico has a concept for a game, & amb does all the illustrations and concept art for it) & hc they end up together once the game is completed bc that means SO much to me oh my goodness. THE LOVE BETWEEN A GAME DESIGNER & HIS ILLUSTRATOR YOU DONT GET IT!!!!

anyways. more amb facts. they have random moles across their body. also, like nico, their joints easily dislocate. (ankles, knees, and wrist specifically) bc fluid builds up easy. a side effect of sports injuries & the HARD STOP from being athletic that was a cultural shock to them.

they also have a hard time processing things, but dont know why. they just chalk it up to the three concussions they got in the span of 1 year & a half finally catching up with them (also constantly thinks theyre having a stroke bc they sometimes can’t comprehend easy, basic concepts, words, etc…. im projecting this is just real for me).

outside of drawing their hands are so useless. muscle spasms all over the place. (their mood also swings WILDLY sometimes. y’know how i always come on here wanting my blood vessels to explode then im fine moments later? yeah theyre like that but since it mimics my irl way of expressing emotions its worse)

they’re trying their best all the time ™️ pls be nice. (also v bad at social stuff tbh. but theyre trying. :3)

btw they’d 100% be mischaracterised as a ‘low maintenance friend’. nah. they don’t text ALL day ALL the time (or even a ‘normal amount’), but the do respond as best they can & always have large burst of convos. but seriously they’re that friend you hang out and just do nothing with their social battery is very smile

they know how to play volleyball & skateboard btw :3

also fun fact abt them but also abt me: they didnt know how to ride a bike until they were 14-15 :] (also they still cant ride one bc its been years… haha, totes not projecting…)

#— 🎨🩵 #🎮📘 #i still need a s/i tag ugggghhh

[btshoseong]

👣. !!: [BANGTAN BOMB] J-HOPE ‘JACK IN THE BOX’ LISTENING PARTY EVENT SKETCH ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ how has it already been just over a week since the last post bro 💀 sorry about that, just got a lotta uni enrolment stuff to get through and it’s been stressing me out <\3 anyways enjoy !!

Members are currently getting ready in the makeup room for Hoseok’s Listening Party.

J-HOPE: *making a noise of approval* “Yahhh… look at my bro! Seong-ah, is this really you?” *coming up to rest his hands on seong’s shoulders as he gets his makeup done*

SE3OUL: “Oh, the star of the show came back here to see me?!” *going in for a high-five and holding his hand, looking at each other through the mirror*

J-HOPE: “Aish, of course I had to come see you,” *dramatic disappointment that seongie doesn’t know this already* “You’re my brother since day one.”

SE3OUL: “Joon-ah, I hope you’re hearing this.” *laughing rn*

RM: *shaking his head* “Traitor of the century. Twelve years of history down the drain.”

J-HOPE: “Yah, you think I’d invite you to this event if you didn’t mean anything to me? He just wants to hear intimate sentiments from me.” *pointing over at joon*

JUNGKOOK: “Hyung, are we all gonna sit down and listen to the music?” *curious wide eyed bunny looking at seokie through the mirror*

J-HOPE: “No, you’ll get it when you see it.” *excited to reveal the surprise soon*

SE3OUL: “Either way Seok-ah is having a dance off with me. Yah, promise me right now.” *holding his pinky up*

J-HOPE: *rolling his eyes with a laugh* “This guy seriously wants to embarrass me at my own party.”

JIMIN: “I think Hoseok hyung has a waaaay higher chance of winning though.” *teasing seongie to the max*

SE3OUL: “And whose side are you supposed to be on, huh?” *playfully narrowing his eyes*

V: *raising his hand* “I will be joining the dance off too. Winner has to buy everyone chicken.”

JIN: *can’t contain the chuckle* “Wait, the winner? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

SE3OUL: “He just has that unique perspective with things.” *nodding as if it weren’t a mistake*

JIN: “Ah, but Seok-ah…” *gaining hobi’s attention immediately* “I feel uncomfortable meeting new people. Do I really have to do the meet-and-greet?”

J-HOPE: “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” *waving it off*

SE3OUL: “Ooo our shy, introverted hyung~ oldest of Bangtan.” *singsongy voice and all*

J-HOPE: “Really, if you don’t want to, then after the event is over, you can just say you enjoyed the music.”

JIMIN: “I’m seriously way more nervous!” *laughing as he pats jin*

JUNGKOOK: *first to finish hair & makeup* “Hyung, how are you gonna say hello?”

J-HOPE: “Me? It’ll be like ‘Hello, I’m J-Hope.’”

J-HOPE: “By the way, Seongie you have to lead us well.”

SE3OUL: *finally finished with hair & makeup also* “Oh me?” *pointing at himself*

JIMIN: *grabbing his finger* “No, he’s going to stay in the bathroom with me all night to keep me company.” *ensue eye smile*

J-HOPE: “No, he has to lead us through. You as well.” *pointing at both of them*

JIMIN: “I’ll jump around a lot.”

SE3OUL: “We’ll do the iconic Black Swan performance with the spin.” *patting jimin with a smile ( p.s for context: seongie takes jk’s place during the black swan mma performance )*

J-HOPE: *smiling and satisfied*

JIMIN: “Okay, let’s go then.” *grabbing both seokie and seongie’s arms*

J-HOPE: “Ah, I wish Yoongi hyung were here too.” *tsking*

SE3OUL: *leaning into the camera* “Everyone, for those of you that don’t know, our Yoongi hyung has a fever. He couldn’t make it.”

JIMIN: “I heard it was around thirty-eight degrees.” *speaking in worried pout*

Soon Hoseok heads to the venue first in order to greet guests.

The rest of the members are still gathered in the makeup room.

JIMIN & SE3OUL: *playing around with jinnie’s outfit*

RM: “Thank you for coming.” *pacing + laughing nervously + practicing what he’s gonna say*

JIN: “Yah, Namjoon-ah, how do you say hi to celebs?”

SE3OUL: “Hyung, do you know what to do? You just go to the celeb right, and say…” *dramatic pause* “Bang to the Tan to the Jin!” *ensue cringey pose here*

RM & JIMIN: *giggling amongst themselves*

JIN: “Aish… who thought bringing this guy here would be a good idea?”

SE3OUL: “I know. Your love for me is so real.” *hand on heart, feeling touched*

After all of the fun and games in the makeup room, the members arrive at the party’s venue before the event officially begins, to look around.

Bang Shi Hyuk is also present so the members pose with him, all holding drinks with a huge smile.

JIMIN & JUNGKOOK: *feeling shy so decided to hide in a corner*

SE3OUL: *can never stray too far from his babies* “Yah, what are you doing? The party’s barely begun.” *caressing jk’s hair + looking at jm*

While the members get into the mood, Hoseok is getting ready to start the event.

J-HOPE: *styling his hair rq* “I’m sweating like crazy.” *begins moving to the groove of the music*

J-HOPE: “After introducing the DJ, I’ll say ‘please enjoy the drinks and enjoy yourselves today.’” *nodding along to what the staff is telling him*

After some time, Hoseok begins to make his way onto the main stage, waving and introducing himself.

J-HOPE: “I wanted to show you that this is the vibe that this guy has, so I invited you all here today. I hope you all enjoy this event. Let’s open the box now. Open the box, let’s go!” *finishing his speech before heading off stage*

All members are endlessly enjoying listening to Hoseok’s new album and vibing with the guests. Hoseong attempts to help his babies introduce themselves and get out of their shells.

Soon the members then reunite at the photo wall. Hoseok hugs everyone tightly one by one as they begin to take individual photos with Hoseok first and then a group one.

SE3OUL: “Go Jeongguk, go Jeongguk, go Jeongguk!” *hyping his baby on the dance floor lmao*

V: *joining in with jk and dancing together*

SE3OUL: *feeling very satisfied as he takes a sip of his drink and joins in as well* “Where’s Jiminie?”

JIMIN: *speak of the devil and he shall appear* “Yah, you all just left me by myself!”

V: *grabbing jimin’s arm and guiding him* “Let loose, Min!”

SE3OUL: “Aye! Aye! Aye!” *dancing in time with the rhythm, making the rest of the boys laugh and ease up*

SE3OUL: “Yah, I think the alcohol is getting to me, dude.” *still jamming tho + encouraging taekook too*

The boys dance for quite a while, enough to leave some of them sweating so they take off for a break. But Hoseong is an undefeated dance machine!

JIMIN: “I can’t believe he’s seriously still going.” *enamoured by his bubba on the dance floor with hobi*

JUNGKOOK: “Hyung’s stamina is really no joke.” *also watching him with jm*

Soon Jin is the first to make his early departure and decides to say goodbye to Hoseok. The members all enjoyed the listening event in their own ways, and those who could, stayed until the very end.

J-HOPE: *sat out in the hallway* “I don’t know how to express how honoured I feel. Lots of people came to congratulate me, and it was such a meaningful moment. It’ll definitely go down as a great part of J-Hope’s music career.”

J-HOPE: “Please look forward to my music. Now that the event is over, there’s a vlive tomorrow and the Lollapalooza performance. There are so many things to do, and so many things to show you, so please stay excited. Thank you!” *peace-ing out*

💬 — HOSEONG’S TAGLIST.

@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @bts-dream , @fairiepoems , @kaitieskidmore97

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Fic: yellow's not my favorite color aka: Gordon's Birthday Mini-Scenes 2

Pure, self-indulgent Fish-Tank for your Gordon's birthday celebrations. I am unapologetic about this.

Also, it's hardcore fluff this time, promise!

For @gumnut-logic FabFiveFeb and @godsliltippy who also has a one shot about this idea, which you can read here. It's great. :D

Characters: Virgil, Gordon Words: 1362 Genre: Fluff

Where Gordon had free reign, chaos was sure to follow. This meant there were a few places around the villa he was barred from entering. It included each of his brothers’ bedrooms, Brains’ lab, and Virgil’s studio. So naturally, those were the places he tried to frequent on a regular basis. Either out of spite, or boredom, for the love of the challenge, or just to get under his family members’ skin, Virgil didn’t know.

Little brothers. Annoying as hell.

He’d taken precautions. Ignoring the fact that he’d had a grand time designing the lettering of his do not disturb sign and the that means Squids underneath, he’d also reset the code on his lock just in case the request for privacy went ignored.

Which is why it still surprises him when his door swings open with a hiss backed by a triumphant whoop from the exact squidling of a brother he needed to keep out in the first place.

“Great job on the lock there, V!”

“What is wrong with you?!” He can’t help it; it comes out screeching, as he’s more occupied trying to block his brother from seeing what’s on the canvas than he is the tone of his voice. The shock hinders his ability to sound authoritative and intimidating the way he’d want – plus, that never seemed to work on Gordon in the first place. “How did you get in?” he demands.

“Johnny,” Gordon says, sauntering his way further in, and turning to examine the pristine collection of art supplies Virgil’s got organized and displayed. “He thought I couldn’t break your code. Turns out, I can. Take that, Space Case.” He sticks his tongue out at the ceiling.

“You annoyed him to the point he gave you a challenge to get you out of his hair,” Virgil corrects, “and into mine. Thanks, John.”

“Call it what you will. But we do need to talk about your passwords. Kip Harris’ birthday, really, Virgil?”

He flushes. “Gordon, I’m working on your birthday present. You can’t just barge-”

“I know, and I looked away.” He swirls back to him, a set of art pencils in his hands. “Promise.”

“Put those down!” His footsteps thunder and he can feel his blood pressure skyrocketing the longer Gordon grins at him, not backing down. “This is why you’re not allowed in here.”

It’s supposed to be his quiet space, his sacred space.

 “I’m just bored.”

His meditative space.

“Please, Virgil?”

His. Own.

“Please. You know how I get when it’s raining.”  

“Fine,” he huffs, prying his expensive set of pencils of Gordon’s hands and placing them back where they belong on the shelf and instead grabbing a set of sharpened Crayola. “But you use these.”

“Thanks, Virgil.”

Gordon selects a sketchpad too, and Virgil also watches him like a hawk to make sure it’s one he’s comfortable with Gordon drawing in. Gordon knows better than to look through his sketches, so he’s really only allowed to touch the yellow book. Virgil had chosen it that way for a reason, since Gordon was drawn to the color yellow the way fireflies were drawn to light.

Virgil watches him as he moves around the space. There’s a chance the pressure has caused pain in his back, but Virgil knows better than to ask. Gordon will tell him if he needs anything more than a distraction from the fact the rain has left his usual haunts – the pool, the lagoon, the beach -  inaccessible. Virgil still notes that he moves a little stiffly, hinting at perhaps that his brother is handling some pain.

His brother settles into the comfortable armchair nestled below the massive leaves of Virgil’s monstera plant. Her pot is to the right of him, but she towers within the room, flourishing the way Virgil likes it – a little unruly, and using the environment around her as support. In a place where he’s got everything meticulously organized, the whims of the plantlife remind him that nature is beautiful in spite of not being perfect. And it’s kind of right that his most chaotic sibling sometimes finds solace beneath her shadows, where the fenestrations in her leaves form stripes of shade over his face as he doodles in Virgil’s book.

In his brother’s book, which Virgil keeps in his studio and might sometimes leave little fishy sketches in.

Virgil’s got Gordon’s birthday present on the easel, and his set up is luckily angled in the right position where Gordon can’t see what he’s working on from his corner, and for a bit they work together in silence.

For a bit.

“Have you heard about the sea turtles over in California?” Gordon starts, and Virgil tunes him out because, while he does actually listen to what Gordon has to say most times, Virgil knows that he’s just speaking to fill the silence. He nods and hmms at appropriate times because he’s got bigger fish to fry at the moment than listening to Gordon rave about the latest in his collection of news articles or marine podcast, which (for the record) Gordon’s also no doubt already ranted to John about. So, he doesn’t actually need Virgil to respond.

Virgil’s busy frowning at his palette of colors. His skyline is complete and he’s figured out which way he’d like his light source to be coming from, but his vision for the painting feels off. He can’t put his finger on why, but he has to decide soon. He’ll have to scrap the painting if he gets too far along and decides it’s not what he’s going for.

The problem is Gordon.

It’s always Gordon, but in this case it’s not the babbling in front of him. It’s the fact he wants to do this right and his brother’s favorite color is yellow. Of all things, bright yellow.

“ – and so their shell designs are like our fingerprints and – why are you staring at that paint tube like it killed our puppy?”

“We don’t have a puppy.”

“Mhmm. And?”

Virgil finally glances up at him. “Why do you have to like yellow so much?”

“Uhhh, because it’s a delight. Why?”

“My brain’s not letting me use it, but it’s your birthday gift so I’ve been trying to figure it out how to include it,” Virgil laments. He gives him a small, wry smile, holding up the offending tube of paint for Gordon to see. “Would you hate me for not including your favorite color?”

Gordon squints at it from across the room. “Yellow’s not my favorite color.”

“Excuse me?” It’s a good thing the lid was on his paint tube. “What in the world? Gordon.” He laughs in an almost hysterical panic because this? This is ground-shaking knowledge, world-shifting, in fact. “You wore yellow speedos every swim meet!  But your favorite shirt – and Four – your favorite flowers are sunflowers!”

“Well, yeah. Yellow’s my luckiest color. And my happiest,” he agrees. “But it’s not my favorite.”

“What’s your favorite, then?”

Gordon bounces out of the chair, and slides his way into Virgil’s space, taking care not to step around the front view of the painting. He takes the paint tube out of Virgil’s hands and examines it, smiling. “Daffodils are also up there as far as favorites go, but here” - he hands it back to Virgil and rummages through the selection of paint tubes, pulling a new one free –  “green.”

Gordon hands it over to him, and his vision blurs staring at it. It’s his green, the green of spring, and the dress their mother wore the first time she took him to an art museum, and Two.

“It makes me feel safe,” Gordon tells him quietly.  “And that’s a really, really good feeling.”

“Damn,” Virgil curses as he feels his emotions pooling at the corners of his eyes. “I’m supposed to be mad at you for breaking and entering and snooping.” He drags Gordon into his arms, still holding the tube of paint between his fingers but curling his hand around the mess of hair at the top of Gordon’s head. “You do this on purpose, don’t you?”

“Mhmm,” Gordon mumbles into his paint-smeared work shirt. “Sap. But it’s still true.”

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