#well 5 hours of that was painting his hair and skin. then deleting. then doing it again. then deleting that. then doing it again

[devieuls]

The way of love pt.V

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: NSFW!! Dirty Talk; Bites; Blood; Spit; "Power Play"; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; "Swearing"; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Growls.

Lenght : 6.3k

Notes: The chapter would have been out sooner if Tumblr hadn’t deleted my notes. BTW, well, I'm here to tell you that this chapter is the much-coveted NSFW, so I urge minors not to read, I know you will do it anyway, but please, please listen to me </3

NA'VI WORDS: TANHI: Star. LEFELAN: Male Na'vi; YAWNETU: Loved One; TSAHEY: Expression of frustration like 'oh, hell!'; NGATSYIP: Little you; PRRNEN: Baby; SA'NUTSYIP: Little mommy/mama

PART:1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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"I hate you, Sully." You hissed before you left him and walked back to where the clan was celebrating, "Will you give me another kiss for that?" He said, laughing as you settled in so as not to let anyone know what had happened, ignoring him during the solitary walk that divided you more and more. In addition to Neteyam, that small event had also seen Uleyte from afar, remaining slightly baffled by your change on that occasion…

While you were walking you could still feel Neteyam’s hands gripping you, as his warm breath pinched your skin, wet kisses that gave you chills, and the way frustration appeared between your legs. Your breaths were heavy as you missed Neteyam’s body against yours, and you couldn’t help wondering what the fuck was your problem.

You fixed your hair to cover the little bite marks left by the boy on the sides of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine as a delicate hand landed on your back, only to find it was Tul'pey once you turned around. You tried to smile naturally, like the guilt of what you just did wasn’t eating your vocal cords now that you were looking into his eyes.

"Ma yawne, I was looking for you. Where have you been?" His sweet voice was like a stab in the stomach, not finding an adequate answer to give to your future mate. His eyes went down your body, noticing smudges of paint on your hips and abdomen, and then noticing some equally smudged red lines on your neck, which were slightly covered by some strands of hair. His gaze took a little, then opened his mouth again. "…And why is the paint on your body in this…way?"

You couldn’t help swallowing, feeling a lump in your throat as Tul'pey’s grip on your back hardened, making you shudder. Your eyes sought comfort away from those of Tul'pey who burned your skin. "Umh… I-I" you managed to say while you were searching for other words to form a sentence of full meaning.

"Y/N. Where you’ve been for half an hour. And why did you come back like this?" His harsh words scratched your skin, and in that moment you wished you had been attacked by a hungry Palulukan. Tul'pey was a great hunter, for this reason no detail went unnoticed, so you wondered why you had even thought that fixing your hair and clothes would be enough to go unnoticed, especially in his eyes. You felt like a complete idiot for not remembering the paint, you were so busy panting over another guy’s touches that your brain got drunk.

Your pupils dilated and then thought that if you were reduced to that state, then most likely Neteyam was too. You silently prayed to Eywa that Neteyam would not come out of the forest now, or you would die. Tul'pey began to spatter over your behavior, grabbed your face from your jaw, wrapped his hand and squeezed impatiently. "I swear-" started to say and then stopped when he saw hands wrapped around your waist from behind.

The hands were warm, the grip soft and delicate as if they didn’t want to hurt you. A warm body pressed against your back, pulling Tul'pey’s hand apart; the warm breath of the na'vi behind you tickled your throat and then let you breathe again as if the lump in your throat were suddenly loose.

"Oh, it’s my fault." said the gentle voice of your best friend who was holding you. "Lately I have been terribly affectionate, and I didn’t realize I had spoiled the vernce of y/n" the girl laughed slightly and then showed Tul'pey her arms with smudged paint, and then detached from you and show the other smudges of paint on her body. " See?"

Tul'pey’s hand left its grip on your jaw and chuckled, "I should have imagined it" the boy cleared his voice and then took a few steps back. "Y/n, however your parents were looking for you, we were worried about you… I… well, I’m going for.. you know." his voice was broken, obviously embarrassed by the way he was placed. After all, he was always very jealous and protective, but this was the first time you saw him a little more 'aggressive' with you.

When the boy left, you turned to Uleyte and embraced her instinctively. " I… can expl-" Uleyte laughed and shook his head slightly. " You can’t explain better than what I saw" your face began to burn because of the redness, you looked into her eyes mortified.

"Don’t look at me like that… I just wasted good paint and good tribal designs just to save your pretty face," she continued to reassure you. " It’s not what you think. It happened unintentionally. I-I swear!" You started making excuses, and then you got stuck with the girl who just had a smile on her face.

"So your 'oh, Neteyam' were unintentionally? because I think I heard something that sounded like that." She teased you, right before you started slapping her arm with embarrassment. " ULEYTE!" you sighed before leaving the girl’s body.

"I know I’m going to ask you a huge favor, but I need you to go paint Neteyam’s body. If they found out, the hugging excuse wouldn’t hold" You said, taking her hands and hoping she’d agree. "I stopped him right before he left the forest. I had already thought about doing it, but you two little parultysìp! you have to think about things like that, if I hadn’t been there it would have ended very badly" she replied sweetly, before taking one of the white bowls and heading towards the place where Neteyam had stopped. You whispered a "thank you" to her that she smiled back before disappearing into the trees.

Neteyam froze on the spot when he saw Uleyte arrive with a bowl in his hand, sure it was full of poison to make him swallow. Surprisingly not so, the girl made Neteyam sit on the ground, before starting to rebuild the lines that were smudged.

"She has a mate." she whispered chillingly after a few minutes of awkward silence, where Neteyam didn’t know how to speak. "A companion who was sent to her by Eywa." She continued without ever looking away from the paint to make the drawings.

"I know…" Neteyam replied in one breath, feeling tense.

" If you’re going to play with her, I swear, I-" Uleyte stopped when he saw Neteyam’s eyes, and then watched as he was already answering. " I’m not playing." His sincere look and convincing tone made the girl nod, who went on quietly. "You know what she risks. It will be the next Olo'eykte, and if it’s because of you her name gets muddy, you’ll destroy everything she’s worked for over the years." She replied, that she finished drawing on Neteyam’s body. "She does not have the privilege of being a lefnelan, the na'vi would break her spirit and she will have no honor. Be wise, future Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya." She rose from the ground, drawing two lines in the center of the forehead, symbol of wisdom. "Y/n is a sister to me. I will not speak of what I have seen, I only hope that Eywa will protect you two, whatever your decision, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan." When Uleyte finished talking, she disappeared into the trees, returning to the village.

Neteyam spent a few minutes observing the trees, thinking about what the girl had just told him. In that month that he had been so in contact with you, he could not help but appreciate every little part of you: the way you covered your smile when he said something funny; how you rolled your eyes at his jokes out of place; The way your eyes lit up when you talked about the sea and the wind in your culture; Your hair smelling of Yovo Fruit; Your bioluminescent freckles reminiscent of the stars you saw in the night; your decided character. He couldn’t see anything in you but perfection, so he couldn’t help but be jealous of how Tul'pey touched you, caressed you or kissed you. He was burning with jealousy, because he knew damn well he wanted to be the one to make you smile after a kiss, he wanted to be your partner, hold you every night to his chest and worship you as if you were the sun and moon of his world.

When he recovered, he returned to the village, immediately greeted by Tul'pey who invited him to sit among his friends during the banquet. When he saw you coming, his eyes followed your every move, enchanted by the way you radiated your own light only with your presence. He noticed how the smudges in your paint had been retouched like his, and couldn’t stop thinking about how soft your skin was and how his hands fit perfectly into your soft hips.

As Ikeyni began the opening speech to bless the food and the day in the name of Eywa, Neteyam had to mentally apologize to the Great Mother, because in his mind your whimpers echoed against the tree and as you called his name so sweetly.

You noticed Neteyam’s gaze upon you, but you avoided reciprocating, pointing your eyes at your mother who started talking once everyone sat down. Once the Olo'eykte speech was over, everyone began to eat and talk to each other, while the fire you had lit for Eywa created a crackling melody that accompanied the discussions.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Mi'feya, the dancer of your clan, approaching Neteyam to talk to him. Her body language was so clear, the way she touched her hair, her tail moving slightly behind her, her fingers touching Neteyam’s skin, and then the smiles he smiled back at her. At that moment your heart was as if it was beating more slowly, you felt burning at the height of the larynx, tense muscles and a heaviness that was not in your belly before. Your jaw stiffened to the point of clenching it until you felt pain, while the nikt'chey in your hand turned to mush. It annoyed you to see Mi'feya so close to Neteyam, and her behavior made you nervous as never before, but the thing that caused you the most discomfort and pain was how Neteyam smiled at her and spoke to her with such kindness.

A feeling of jealousy was born in you, as you restrained yourself from looking at them or from dragging Neteyam as far away as possible and kissing him again, until you consumed his lips, until he understood that that smile should only be addressed to you and to you alone. You wanted to damn yourself for this, you didn’t have to be jealous of someone who isn’t yours, especially if that 'someone' is one of the Sullys.

Uleyte immediately noticed your change of mood, and put a hand on your leg, as if it could bring you back to the neutral state. " ma y/n… You’re making it too obvious," she whispered, looking at you, only to make you sigh heavily. "What?" You said while you were cleaning your dirty hand because of the crushed nikt'chey. "You know what," she replied.

Your eyes rolled, pointing at the sky for a few seconds. "It’s nothing." You hissed and then resumed your meal. During the duration of the banquet, your eyes could not stop looking from time to time at the two guys who were sitting on the other side of the circle, and when you looked away, it was Neteyam looking at you, a few seconds that made him sip at the words of the girl at his side. He knew almost immediately of your strange behavior, but did not immediately understand that that was jealousy very little hidden.

Your mother looked at the scene with suspicion, she immediately felt your nervousness, having you practically next to her, but she preferred not to ask questions and observe in silence but with suspicion.

When the banquet ended, dances began marking the time of the end of the sacred day, music accompanied Uleyte’s melodious voice, while some thuds caused by dance steps created additional accompaniment. It was all so harmonious, children dancing or accompanying your friend’s voice, couples joining the dance, and na'vi just having fun. It was a bitter bite to see Mi'feya leading Neteyam to dance with her, dances that were usually for couples or courtship.

You sat next to Uleyte as you watched the horrid scene as your foot and tail trembled in anxiety and exasperation. You had never felt these feelings for Tul'pey, and you were used to seeing him surrounded by young na'vi who touched him or tried to flirt slightly.

A hand beat your shoulder gently, and Tul'pey invited you to dance with him, under Uleyte’s wise gaze, you stood up and danced with your partner, trying to clear your mind.

After a few hours of dancing, the clan’s youngest na'vi withdrew with their parents to their respective huts, leaving in the village only young adults who from there shortly would be given to a little alcohol derived from the fermentation of some fruits or fish and to youthful fun. You stopped dancing, sitting next to your friend, obviously still tense.

"I’m going to clear my mind." You said before you walked away from the heart of the village, and walked where the huts were, thinking if going home was the wisest idea, instead of torturing you in seeing Neteyam and Mi'feya laughing and dancing together. You came unconsciously near the empty house of Neteyam, sighing heavily and annoyed that everything was bringing you back to him. Shortly after you passed the hut, a warm hand wrapped your wrist and dragged you to a hut. Instinctively you carried a hand where there was a small dagger that all the na'vi carried with them even in the days of celebration, one of the hands of the stranger stopped your wrist when it seemed that you were about to attack.

"No need for this" Neteyam’s clear voice echoed through the thin walls of leaves and straw. "Why did you take me like this?! I could have really hurt you. Weren’t you down in the village dancing?" you asked again annoyed, while the boy left you both wrists. "I saw you leave upset and I followed you" he replied gently. "What’s going on?"

You sighed deeply before answering. " Nothing." The dry tone was so obvious that Neteyam could read your face despite the dim light inside the hut.

"It can’t be 'nothing', you have a strange behavior after… well, you know what happened" you looked him in the eye and the small rays of the late sunset painted purple tints on his face. "Neteyam, I don’t want to talk about it, why don’t you go back to Mi'feya? You seemed so happy." Neteyam’s gaze went from sweet to amused when he realized that maybe it was jealousy behind your ambiguous behavior. "Should I? Maybe so, but it wasn’t that interesting" his tone was slightly mischievous. "It didn’t seem. With all those smiles and laughs, it seemed like you were having a good time with her." You drifted slightly away from him, only to be caught again by the wrist.

"You’re jealous, ma Tanhì?" you turned your face to where he was and tightened your jaw.

"No. I have no reason to be jealous, especially of you." You said you tried to be as convincing as possible.

"but I’m jealous of you." He admitted with a naturalness that left you breathless for a second. "And I know that you are of me," he continued as he shortened his distance with you. "Stop your jokes, you’re not funny." Your tone was as if out of breath, which the boy noticed.

"I’m not kidding. I’m jealous, terribly jealous of you and the fact that you’re not mine." His fingers intertwined with some strands of your hair, drawing closer to him. " And I can’t stop being, not after I get a taste of you…" His words were blown on your lips, swallowed as you filled your lungs with his scent and breath. "It’s not the same for me…" those words were more to convince yourself than him.

"Then why did another woman bother you so much?" His eyes wouldn’t come off your face, even studying the smallest micro expression. "Neteyam, that’s enough." your voice was breathless, almost exhausted as you restrained yourself from making yet another mistake. "Then tell me sincerely that it did not bother you and to go back to Mi'feya" his nose touched yours, while the hand between your hair held you close to him.

You opened your mouth to talk, but yet another lump in your throat was created. "I… don’t want to." You whispered slightly as you longed to kiss him again. Neteyam approached your lips but you stopped him by leaning your fingers on his mouth. " We can’t… I-I have a companion" Your tone made your voice broken as you spoke. "Let me just feel you one last time…" he whispered in a gasp. "Allow me to make you feel what he will never offer you, ma Tanhì" His sincere look made you understand his desire for you, the fingers of the hand holding your wrist touched your side, making you whisper his name with exasperation. "Tell me you don’t want it as much as I do, it’s the only way to stop this torture."

"I don’t want it…" you swallowed the knot in your throat, trying to stick to the last strand of sanity in your body. Neteyam leaned his forehead on yours and took a long breath closing his eyes before moving away from you, his gaze hesitated a few seconds before turning to leave.

You bit your lip when you saw it drifting away, but the last thread left inside you had been cut by Neteyam himself. You instinctively approached him, but surprisingly it was he who stole the kiss you were about to take. Your tongues danced together from the start, as the boy’s hands wrapped around your thighs before lifting you up and tying your legs around his waist. The room filled with moaning and wheezing accompanied by snaps of lips that clashed with desire; your hands wandered over his chest, before wrapping around his neck to feel him closer. Your back against the soft fabric of one of the sides of the hut, the breath that was beginning to fail both of you as you devoured your lips as if hungry.

Neteyam slid down gently, not letting you out of his arms, carrying you on his legs. Now his hands touched every inch of your body, memorizing and worshipping it in silence, his fingers squeezed your flesh while you panted on his lips.

When you came off, you carried your mouth over his neck, leaving bites and purple marks as he groaned raucously with his eyes closed, throwing his head back. Your fingers were eagerly wrapped in his hair and neck. You wanted to feel it as your own, so that everyone could see that they didn’t have a chance because he already had someone; the sense of possession was devouring you as you marked his body with your signature. Neteyam did not dare to pull you away from him, moving some strands of hair behind your ear, so as not to disturb your work.

The boy’s hands wrapped around your neck and side, caressing them as if to spur you to keep leaving marks on his body. When you broke away, Neteyam approached you, for the umpteenth time, kissing you with more passion, your hand now descended on his loincloth, pinching the top while the knuckles teased his lower abdomen. Neteyam gave you a silent consent, bringing you closer to him. Even the boy’s hands hesitated after taking off the net shawl, his fingers ripped off the part that covered your breast, while your free hand went to get his, to carry it on your breast. A small groan came out of your lips as he squeezed his grip gently, playing with your already hard and needy nipples; he detached himself from your lips to go and give attention to your breasts, teasing them with bites, licking and small juices that only made you wet. His tail wrapped around yours and then tickled the back of your pelvis, your back arched forward as you panted his name with despair, only making him more eager than you.

Your hand rested on his covered erection and a shiver ran through your body, beginning to draw its silhouette on the fabric that covered it, making him groan and moan around your breasts, while you were eager to feel what it would be like inside you. Your minds were clouded and drunk with your natural scents mixed with pheromones.

"You’re so beautiful" he whispered, voicing his thoughts unintentionally.

Neteyam’s hands went down to remove the lower part of your clothing, leaving you naked on top of him, and he detached himself from your breast, leaving a thread of saliva that still wanted his mouth at that point. He took a deep breath admiring your body with adoration, as if he were worshipping you in silence, and then following the curves of your body, feeling hungry. You wore the loincloth and looked down, swallowing to see the length of the na'vi below you.

Neteyam took your face from your chin and lowered it to its height, then tapped his thumb on your lips. "Open your mouth, ma yawnetu" you did what you said and the boy spat in your mouth, swallowed the fruity taste of the boy and then felt the lips of the boy again on yours, leaving as much saliva in your mouth, detaching immediately after. This time you poured the mixture that had been created in your mouth on your hand, using it to go and use it as a lube on Neteyam’s sore erection.

A long, hoarse groan came out of his lips as he felt your soft hand wrapped around his intimacy, his head bent backwards as a suffocated "Tsahey" came out of his mouth. His body unbalanced backwards, while his hands supported him and thanks to this his muscles contracted, leaving you enchanted by the scene, imprinting it in your memory. Your eyes went down to his abdomen as your hand moved with agonizing slowness to make him complain under you, already knowing he would take his revenge later. Your free hand went to tear the bands that covered his torso, leaving you finally a complete vision on his abdominal muscles, admiring how they twitched when you touched sensitive points like the small lateral vein that pulsed with desire.

You lowered yourself on his abdomen, sliding a little further away from the boy’s body, starting to leave kisses on his lower abdomen, making him swear in a language that you did not know, but that you found strangely erotic said by him. You blew lukewarm air on his pulsating cock, receiving a grunt from Neteyam, exasperated to have a little more. He felt the air missing in the meatballs when he felt your warm mouth around his bundle of nerves, while you licked and sucked at alternate and not decisive rhythms. One of his hands ended again in your hair, guiding you on the course that most pleased him, and when you understood the rhythm you could feel that it was the perfect one because of the tail of the boy who was shaking and beating on the ground for excitement. You began to greedily suck his intimacy, feeling his vein beating against your tongue that tasted his taste. Neteyam’s eyes watched you as you warmed his cock with so much devotion and passion, getting more excited because of your gargling when you went too deep or the snap that made your lips full of saliva against his erection when you got to the deepest point of your throat.

You only peeled off when a sweetish liquid slowly poured into your mouth, you panted slightly as you swallowed his sperm keeping your eyes fixed in Neteyam’s, which made him even more excited. Those eyes that before looked severely and almost disgustingly now begged him to give her more, to push him to the limit. He took a deep breath after pouring into your tongue, whispering a frustrated "Fuck…!" in the language you didn’t understand.

You walked away from his dick after one last lick to definitely clean it from that sweet juice he gave you. His face was swollen, bite marks on his lip were noticeable. One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pushing you against his lips, kissing you with passion and passion, as he stretched you backwards, meeting your back with the floor, kneeling between your legs. Your back arched when you felt Neteyam’s fingers playing with your clitoris right away, rubbing and pinching it, making you moan in his mouth, while a mischievous smile was born on his face.

" What’s going on, Sa'nutsyìp? It’s too much for you?" he said maliciously once removed from your lips, to enjoy your raw moans. Your hands ended up on his back, slightly scratching the smooth surface of his skin, unable to speak when two fingers entered you, leaving his thumb to massage the small mountain of your intimacy. Your breath cut out right in Neteyam’s ear as you closed your eyes enjoying the moment they were giving you the boy’s long fingers that created imaginary circles on the most sensitive spot of you.

Little shivers ran through your body, whimpering for more, until he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, making you squeak and moan so much that you had to shut your mouth to listen to the cries. His free hand blocked your wrists over your head, preventing you from blocking your moaning. "Oh no, I want to hear them all." He said raucously in your ear. The chills covered your whole body, taking long breaths to try not to make you feel more than you should. Your head bent to the side, as small tears formed and stuck in your eyelashes; your chest rose and descended for the ecitation that was exploding within you; your lips swollen and red because of the canines that sank on your own skin.

The fingers of neteyam began a rhythm that went from extremely slow and heartbreaking to a violent one that made you feel so close to heaven, while his lips worked your breasts with small bites or juices that forced you to keep your back arched for too much pleasure. The few times you could keep your eyes open, you could see Neteyam’s shoulders and back glowing through the window. The muscles tense and tense, holding the grip that blocked your wrists did not intend to loosen despite your spasms of pleasure; while his tail could not stand still, meeting yours only to tease her with the small final hairs of her tail, causing you further chills. "m-more…" you whispered exhausted, while the na'vi above you approached your neck. "Ask it like a good prrnen, mh?" he whispered, making you shudder. "Please… more" now your mind clouded by desire and your tongue was loose to any desire of Neteyam.

You felt a sense of emptiness when Neteyam broke away from you, letting your wrists go, his wet fingers came out of your vagina and tasted the taste of your excitement. A deep breath came out of your lips as you saw that scene, closing your legs as much as possible to create friction and relieve the pleasant pain. The boy laughed loudly and then opened your legs, his long fingers clasping your thighs.

"I am not finished." He hissed before leaning over your body and starting to leave wet kisses on your lower abdomen, coming down with a heartbreaking slowness on your groin, leaving some hickeys. You panted slightly, leaning on your elbows to see as much as possible of Neteyam’s actions, your lips again tortured by your own teeth as you lost your breath because of Neteyam’s lips.

"Oh, ma Eywa…" was the only thing you could say with the last thread of voice that was leaving your body after Neteyam breathed warm air on your red intimacy and swollen with desire. Your arms almost gave out when the rag’s wet tongue collided against your clitoris, making you moan louder than you thought. You heard the sound of Neteyam’s mocking smile as your head bent backwards in exasperation. Your tongue still had its sweet taste and the fact that he was now working the same way between your legs only made you more excited.

Neteyam’s lips began to kiss your bundle of excitement, sucking it greedily just to hear you scream and pant shamefully, as if you had never had intercourse before him. His tongue made space between your wet folds and it was easy for him to slip inside you and start enjoying you with pleasure.

"Please… more" now your mind clouded by desire and your tongue was loose to any desire of Neteyam.

He bit his lip, growling against your skin because of your pounding pussy against his erection needing new attention. "o-only this time…" you whispered raptured by desire. "I won’t be the one to stop you, Tanhi." his hoarse voice promptly answered your request.

Neteyam laid his hands on your hips and gently dropped you on his cock, a small hoarse groan betrayed his throat when he felt you tighten the walls around his chapel. The breath left your body when you felt the Na'vi just inside you, while a deep whimper accompanied Neteyam’s groan. Your nails stuck in his shoulders when you took inside you the whole length, your chest pressed against that of the boy as you began to move over him, tightening around his dick.

The hut filled with shameless moans and breathlessness, while the continuous tensions that were created between you were finally released with every movement of the basin you did to feel more pleasure. Neteyam’s lips searched for yours, devouring your every groan or whimper, but you, instead, enjoyed his groans and hoarse anxieties, accompanied by words in an unknown language. You left a few bites on your lips, while his hands touched every inch of your body, holding it to himself without shame and with much possession, frustrated that you could not mark every inch of your body to claim it as his.

His hand ended up in your hair, forcing you to keep eye contact with him, pulling and stroking some strands that he held between his fingers with jealousy. He loved every part of you and that was sending him straight to heaven, he had dreamed so much of having you like this but the reality had exceeded his expectations by light years. The hand that once touched your body was now wrapped around your neck, feeling your irregular breathing and your restraining moans from time to time. "Don’t hold back, let me hear how you like it." He said, licking your lips and then tightening your grip around your neck so you don’t hold back. Your face was a disaster of frustration and full well-being, an erotic vision in the eyes of Omatikayan.

Your nails scratched his shoulders and back, especially when he felt he was hitting a fragile spot inside you, and when he figured out where your G-spot was, he had you lie down again, putting some sheets under your pelvis, without ever leaving you. You screamed with pleasure as she began to slam repeatedly against that fragile spot, you cried his name, groaning like a shameless and leaving other deeper scratches on his back.

After a few more pushes you both reached your second orgasm, coordinating it without even wanting to. Neteyam’s hand was woven into yours at this point, while with the other he bore his weight.

His orgasm was stored so easily in your memory, as he did with yours. Neteyam’s hot cum made room on your stomach, as he had managed to get out just in time from you. Your breaths mingled in the silence of the night, the sweaty, exhausted bodies lying next to each other and the air still filled with your orgasms.

"That doesn’t mean I’ll hate you less." you whispered to break the silence. He turned to his side, looking at you amused. "You literally yelled my name just a few minutes ago and you just came out like that?" You also turned to the side of his answer, looking him in the eye. "Yes." You replied plainly.

Neteyam’s hand wrapped around your neck again, pushing you against him, while the other caressed your soft hair.

"Ma Eywa, you’re even sexier when you’re so stubborn, I’d like to make you cry on my dick a little more" he answered inches from your lips. "Tsk, as if you could." he looked at you.

"Sa'nutsyìp, you don’t even know what you’re talking about, just stop" he said teasing you. "You must have never been touched by a lefnelan" he continued, making fun of you.

"You’re right, I should really be looking for one, but it’s hard to find a man among so many kids." Neteyam’s jaw twitched at your answer and then he brushed his lips with yours. "You’re too beautiful to even answer you in the way I want to." He blew the words on your lips, making you lose a few beats.

His eyes studying you with interest and fun, while her thumb caressed the side of your throat, not taking his hand off your neck.

"What? Short of answers." You smiled mockingly.

"No, but I would gladly take that smile off your face, again." You remained silent for such a natural and sincere response. The desire to kiss him again had increased and he noticed.

"You see, ma Tanhì? You don’t hate me the way you want to" he said on your ear and then stuck you under him again, holding your wrists to the sides of your head. "If not, you wouldn’t have allowed me to take your orgasm twice" he started kissing your neck again. "and you wouldn’t let me do this now."

You turned your head to the side in silence, while he smiled mockingly. "I told you, you would have asked for this." Your eyes returned to his, slightly annoyed.

"You’re annoying." You snorted.

"And you look beautiful when you get angry" he laughed back, then stole a kiss before lying down again.

He took you from your hips and led you to rest your head on his chest, and then covered you with a light blanket that was just below you. " You said 'only this time', then I want to have the full experience" You sighed deeply to his words and nodded closing your eyes, falling asleep with the lullaby of the beats of his heart.

Neteyam could not help but stay a few minutes to contemplate your body next to him, not in a sexual or erotic sense, but only with adoration.

He took the time to print the picture of you sleeping on his chest, and your face relaxed as he held you close to him, before following you into the dream world.

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Notes II:

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please,comment with your opinions and tell me which part you liked the most.

Well, since I found this beautiful fan art, i post it in this chapter because it reminded me of the scene where y/n paints Neteyam’s body.

-Mel

#neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam smut #neteyam #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x you #avatar ff #avatar neteyam #avatar smut #avatar #avatar fanfiction #avatar fics #neteyam suli x reader #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully x you #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam fic #ThewayofloveNeteyam #Mel's Neteyam Garden #Mel's Avatar Garden

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Call Of Duty Fanfic: Welcome Home.

John PriceXHusbandOC Part 1

Well... I have been getting into the call lore and John Price has my heart, and this man is amazing, and I have been trying to get back into writing some fanfic.

I have no idea what the hell happen to my fails, but my JJK and MHA stories somehow get deleted and that made me not want to work on those at all.

So I have been getting into Call Of Duty a bit, and I love charaters, and Captain John Price is amazing, I wanted to writw with my charaters.

So see how this will go.

It had been snowing since he left the office. The paperwork had been piling for the past few weeks. He did feel some stress for the past fews, and the ransom attack that had happen a few weeks ago on his allies, where his husband and his team were station.

Thank god that everyone was alright. His husband and his team had some scratches here and there, but it didn't help that he was still out there still fighting the endless wars.

It was the life that both made sighed up.

Luka was driving home, waiting for the lights too change. He was slim man who was in his late 30's with white long hair that was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and hazel eyes and fair skin.

He sat there in the front seat of the car watching the car front of him moving forward.

Luka drove quietly, and anxiously.

He did get a text from his that he got home only 5 hours ago. Luka wanted to drop whatever he was doing to rush to see him. But really he could not leave Ellie behind with all the paperwork. Really she was kind enough to stay an extra few hours to help out with paperwork.

The sound of the radio playing news the voice sounded mono ton and distant to Luka was he drove down his sheet where some few houses were.

Luka pulled into the the drove his driveway where his was. He turns off the car, and began making his way out the car.

The cold dead of winter washing over, as he began shivering.

"Jeeeeeeeeeeeez. I hate this time of year."

He began walking over to the door, placed his house key into keyhole, and walked inside.

He lets out a sigh of relief being has he walked into the warmth of his home felt welcoming.

"John! H-Hey, I'm home!" Luka called has he was removing his winter coat. "Sorry I couldn't get out earlier like I had planned. Damn paperwork was getting out of control."

There was no voice that had acknowledge him. Luka stood there hopping to hear John's voice.

He placed his coat and scarf on the coat hanger that was near the door, and began removing his boots hung them up, and began removing them, but stops when saw he stops and saw a pear of winter boots and large duffle bag lying floor.

The began bag had the initials J. Price on it.

"John! Honey...!" Luka called out, but there was no answered. He felt his anxiety raising again has he began walking down the small hallway.

"John! Jonathan. Are... Are you home?"

He looked into the small den on the right side of the room.

There was small bookshelf where the some books and few picture that was sitting on it, with wooden flooring and walls, and few paintings that were hanging on the wall.

"John? Where the hell are you?!" Luka said.

A loud snorting sound that right next to Luka, making him jump. He looked at the there on in the far corner of the den was large couch, and there lying on it pasted out asleep was John Price. His boonie hat cover his face.

With a sigh of relief Luka chuckles to himself.

"... Yeah, you're differently home..."

He began making his way over to John and sat down on the edge of the couch. "John. John." He gently shook him.

John only grumbled something, and kept on sleeping snoring more loudly. Luka smiles more, and slowly reached over and remove the hat from John's face.

He could finally the peaceful face of his husband, his mouth slightly has kept on sleeping.

But as soon as John felt his hat being removed from his face his brow began arching in annoyance and through gritted teeth.

"You muppet...! You better have a bloody good reason to--!" John's snapped open his anger quickly fade when saw filmier handsome face smiling down at him.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Good to see ya."

John looked up at him for him, his expression soften but said in very an annoyed tone.

"... You know it's rather rube to wake your husband when he's napping."

"Sure I guess, but I think it's way more rude not greet him properly when comes home."

John smiles. "Yes. That’s true."

"Heh. So... Permission to kiss you, cap?"

"Come here, you handsome muppet."

John sits up and pulls Luka into a deep kiss. When he felt his on his, all Luka was could feel nothing but warmth. He couldn't help but wrap his arms John's neck, has he felt him being pulled onto his lap.

After a few moments John then pulled away, breathing slightly just taking the sight was right in front him.

Luka was giving him that beautiful that he loved some much.

"You, Luka, you're always sight to behold. Truly."

"Hehehe. I mean what can I say?Can't help that I'm a good lookin' guy." Luka amused.

John chuckled giving Luka a few kisses cupping his with his hands and resting his forehead against his.

John wanted take all him in, his sent and the way his sink felt.

Just the sight of this man in arms made him feel ... Alone less hollow in away.

A man who would fight for in a heart beat.

The two stayed liked this for a few moments.

John wanted to take him in all in, after being away from home for two long months. He just wanted take the most studding thing that was right in front him.

"I have missed you." said John, softly.

When he said Luka trying to not to get too emotional.

"I-I... Missed you, too." He said back as he was trying not cry. But a could not fight breaking in voice.

John of course noticed right away as hot tears were running Luka's face.

"A-Ah! I-I'm sorry... I-I..." Luka whips his eyes. "S-Shit... I promise myself I would not cry when I would see you, but... I-I... Damn it."

Without saying a John pulled him into arms holding tightly, Luka, who was speechless at first just grips the back of John's shirt and began burying his face into John's neck, let himself cry.

John had pulled Luka onto his lap, has he was whispering sweetly to him.

"Shhhh. Shhh. Dearest, it's aright. It's alright." He give him a sweet kiss on the side of his head, and gently rubbing his. "I'm right here, I'm right here."

The two sat there on couch for a long while, John was rubbing Luka's back, as he had calm down a bit, but was still breathing heavily

"I-I'm sorry, John."

"What on earth are you sorry?" John hums in slight amusement. "For missing too much."

Luka didn't say a word, just hugged him tighter.

The two men pulled away.

John felt his heart ache when saw his husband's red and puffy eyes looking back him.

"I-I... just wish I was there when you guys were... attacked last week. When no one heard from in the past 14 hours I... I... Almost ready to Germany to see if I could at least try to do something... I-I... was so scared you guys were... ..."

John felt his heart break more and more as Luka was talking.

He hated himself more and more making his husband worry like and cry like this.

“My sweet Luka... I-I am so... sorry." He hugged him again. "I made worried you so much."

"N-No, John." Luka shook his head. "Y-You don't need to apologize. I-I just..." He stops and sighs. "I'm... just glad you're back home. And safe." Luka sniffled and smile at him. "Plus I think you would be acting the same way as well, right?"

John just gave him a sweet yet sad smile.

"C-Can we... um, stay like this for a bit...?" Asked Luka.

"Heheheh. You don't ever have to ask, Pet." John said, sweetly and gave him a gentle kiss on lips.

John laid on his back, and Luka was onto his chest.

"This alright?" asked John.

"Yeah..." said Luka.

"Soooo... Do you want talk about work?"

"Hell. No."

John lets out soft laugh and kisses the top of Luka's head, making Luka laugh a bit too.

"Good... have you home, Captain."

"It's wonderful to be back."

The two held each other. John was could feel Luka's breathing heavily after some time could feel that he was calming a little more. John was running his fingers throught his hair, and gentling tracing shapeless patterns on his back. Giving him a sweet kiss on forehead.

Luka just held onto John for dear life. He thought it let he was going to disappear, he wanted to fell him. Wanted to make sure his heart was still beating in chest.

After catching his breath, a little bit Luka pushes himself up and looked into John's beautiful blue eyes. They softly were giving him, as John brsuhed the bits of white hair from his face and gently brushes his Luka's chesck.

Luka places his hand over John's, letting a shakcing sigh.

He was here.

He was safe and alive.

Luka felt tears welling up again, as he leans into John kissing the Captain.

John return the kiss, but with more love and passion, then broke it.

The two looked into each others eyes, and held each other.

And the John's phone began too ringing.

"... Fucking hell." He groans.

Luka quickly sat up and got off of John, who slowly reached over to small side table where his phone was charging. He answered.

"This is Price." John said in a gruff tone, his annoyed expression a bit surprised. "Oh, Kyle."

Luka's concerned grew as heard Kyle's name. He sat next to John and watched nodding and said:. "Ah, good, good. Right. Hehe. I will. Talk too you lot later get some rest." He hugn and looked at Luka. "Lads made it back him safely." 

"Oh! Oh, thank god." Luka said, with a belief sign and hand over his chest. "I'm not going to lie, I was worried something bad happen to them."

John gave him a sweet smile as Luka stood look at him. "Anyway you hungry? I made leftover pasta with meatballs last night. I... had a lot going for the past few days, and forgot to go food shopping."

John just looked like he was most breathtaking thing ever witness. "Pasta with meatballs sounds brilliant." He stood up, leans over to Luka and gave him a kiss.

"Great! I'll fix us some plates then. Just give me a bit."

John nods and watch as his husband walked out the room. As did left, John's smile slowly faded and lets out a deep sigh.

He stood there for a few moments, before walking out the room.

Luka in their home kitchen it was a pretty large room, with beautiful painted white cabinets with reddish brick flooring and simple darkish red wall paper.

He was pulling out some plates that were on the lower leave of the kitchen, and stood up pulled open a drawer where the eating tensile's were.

John was walking down the hallway, as he could Luka walking around rummaging around, and sound of a microwave humming.

"Oh, that smells gorgeous~." John said, smelling the air.

"Heh. Thanks, hon." said Luka, and walked over to table, and placing the plates down. "Though it's a simple meatballs and spaghetti."

"Still, Dearest," John said, walking up behind Luka hugging his middle. "Smells gorgeous~." Kisses him. "Best thing to come home... And I thought we can over this with our dinner."

Luka looks and sees John holding a very expensive large looking wine bottle.

“W-Where... Did you get that?" asked Luka eyeing the wine with a surprise look on his face.

"It got from a small winery in Germany." said John with amused smile. "It's a lovely red wine, and I thought you like enjoy."

"... Wow.” Luka then began thinking. “Wait…How did you… sneak it onto the base? Nonono! How in the hell did you sneak it onto a the German airport too England?"

"Heh. I have my way, Love." said John, with a bit of smirk.

Luka just looked at him and shrugged. "Okay."

And after that the pasta and meatballs were nice warm., the small kitchen table was all nice and set. The two men sat down to a nice happy meal together.

#john price #call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #cod john price #cod original character #male oc

[kraniumverse]

good morning im glad spending 22 and a half hours on that was worth it

#who wouldve thought waking up to those comments would help me get out of that depressed funk i woke up in #thank you all #also #10 hours was spent on kai himself right #well 5 hours of that was painting his hair and skin. then deleting. then doing it again. then deleting that. then doing it again #no no i lied it was more like 7 hours of it #cuz the rest is fairly easy #but the hair and skin? goddamn what a pain #i wont lie to you it was not fun #but the result was! painting a whole scene was super satisfying

[threepointseven]

hellooo this is my first time requesting, and i was wondering if you could do unrequited love with diluc and fem! or gn! reader ? like for example: reader is in love with diluc but he likes jean? sorry if this was already requested/ or is too unspecific, you can always delete this req if it bothers you!! take care <3

🌺summary!🌺- you’ve had a crush on diluc for 8 years, and he ends up falling inlove with jean. What will he do when he’s force to pick one or pay a ridiculous ransom or death, by the fatui?

Type- Fanfic 🌻

Flowers included!🌼= Diluc x reader, diluc x jean

Note🍀= I AM SO SORRY IF I GOT THIS WRONG 😕😕😕 I DIDNT KNOW IF U WANTED HC’S OR A FIC SO I MADE A FIC PLS FORGIVE ME IF I GOT IT WRONG

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

You watched as the red haired bartender talks to jean from a table in the corner, taking a sip of your drink as you see the smile painted on Diluc’s face. Ever since you came to mondstat youve been head over heels for him. Your feelings were most definitely there hut you suppressed them until you were sure he felt the same, you guess that day wont ever come as you overhear the conversation of the blonde and the tavern owner

“Ah, you should maybe come over today. I have no work for a day or 2”

“I’ll think about it..”

His sigh of annoyance says otherwise by the red blush he’s trying to hide. You’re so inlove with him. You thought as the two exchange flirty jokes.

Ever since that night at the gates of mondstat youve been head over heels for him, youve tried your absolute best to make him look your way. Even if it was just the slightest glance youve tried it. He knew you, you’re one of his closest friends, but not as close as Jean.

It was such a waste, all your flirts and all the times youve helped him, all of it was a waste as you see the pair talk like newly fucking weds everyday.

He knows you have a thing for him, right? Theres no way he doesnt.

But.. youve been friends with him for so much more time than this woman right? Why wont he look at you. Just one glance…

Your friends were no help, clearly since as you rant about your love for diluc they seem to take Jeans side.

“Well…even if youve been friends with him for longer, quality over quantity right?”

It was a tuesday morning, 3 am when you were suddenly abducted by a group of men, seemingly fatui men. You wake up to the squirming of the grandmaster jean.

What is she doing here? What am i doing here? Where am i?!

The panic set in as the 5 fatui men discuss among eachother.

“Who are you and what are we doing here?!”

The grandmaster speaks up firmly.

“Isnt it obvious? We’re taking you hostage. Diluc ragnvindr will happily pay the ransom dont you think?”

“What does diluc have to do with this?!”

The blonde screamed as she sweat, you could see the panic set in her eyes.

“We told him that we’re holding you two hostage, simple.”

Your eyes widen as your eyes threatened to tear up. The seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into hours before you heard a loud bang on the building before catching a glimpse of dilucs fiery eyes, his greatsword painted with crimson.

“Diluc! So you’ve decided to pay the rans-“

Before the man could fully speak he was hit by flames along with the group of men. The entire group supposedly knocked out before he attempted to rush to our side.

He was an inch away before a beat up fatui laced with burn scars weakly stood up and put a gun to my head.

“P-pick one or pay the ransom pretty boy.”

He stuttered but he wasnt kidding as he loaded the gun and pressed it further onto my skin.

The fatui’s reflexes too fast, and the gun was simply too close. A ransom of 10 million mora wasnt impossible for Diluc but it was insane.

You stared wide eyed as Diluc freezes, staying put as he silently panics and attempts to decide.

Sweat rolls down his face as he sighs shakily and quickly wraps his arms around Jean, kissing her as an extra.

How cruel.

Love is cruel.

Tears well up in your eyes as your mind races at the feeling of the gun to your head, the fact the man youve had the biggest crush on for more than 8 years is now kissing the woman he met 12 months ago.

Your heart shattered to pieces as you see the pure sorrow in his eyes as he runs away into the fire with jean in his hands.

“Quality over quantity right?”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #diluc x you #genshin diluc x reader #diluc genshin x reader #genshin x reader

[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 5:

qιαи кυи

23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @unknown5tar @whathamelon @curieouscapt @silent-potato

warnings: use of the nickname sir (once I think), power play, slight choking, creampie, office sex, pure filth.

“Crap.” You murmured, your figure engulfed by the darkness of the big office.

The power had gone off, all the work you’d done probably lost now. A pair of black Oxfords clicked on the marble floor, echoing through the walls.

“Y/n?” You recognized the voice of your boss, who usually kept you company when you stayed extra hours. “Are you alright?”

“I might jump out of the window if my report got deleted.” He giggled, extending his hands to avoid crashing onto something. “Now I’ll have to stay longer.” You groaned in frustration, jolting when a pair of hands squeezed your shoulders.

“Let’s go to my office, I have a few candles and a chess board to pass time.” As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you started being able to see his face. That handsome face that had anyone down on their knees in a matter of seconds. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” But the rumors spreading around the office said otherwise. People around you would literally call him a sex god, but only very few were able to experience his abilities and none of them for more than once.

“Sure, Mr. Qian.” With your phone’s flashlight, you followed him back to the wide office, which was probably the size of your apartment.

He’d already set the chessboard, two glasses of red wine on each side of it. The candles surrounding it gave the atmosphere a warmer tone, more sensual you daresay.

“Have a seat.” The leather couch was soft, like sitting on a cloud. “I’ll play with the black ones.” You nodded, eyes staring at the glass and wondering if it would be correct to take a sip. “Go ahead, it’s all yours.” He said as if he’d listened to your thoughts.

“Thank you.” The game started, you moving your pawns first and surprisingly getting a hold of some of his pieces.

You were quick to take control of most of the board, almost all of your pieces still standing. Maybe you weren’t that bad at chess after all.

“Check mate!” You clapped your hands excitedly, sipping the last drops of wine from your glass.

“I want a rematch.”

You played a couple more matches, easily winning each and every one of them as you drank glass after glass, Kun looking at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I love wine.” And you had a great alcohol resistance.

“This is getting a little boring.” You nodded, not knowing the true intentions behind his words. “What if we give this game a little twist?”

“What kind of twist?” You raised an eyebrow, your elegant fingers grabbing the base of the glass.

“For every match one of us loses, the other one picks a piece of clothing they take off.”

“Huh?” So that’s what this was all about, he was trying to get into your pants. Thank god he sucked at the game. “Well, I’m only going to accept because you’re such a terrible player.” You weren’t planing on asking him to take off his shirt or something, maybe a sock or his tie would do.

“Ouch.” He pretended to have a chest pain, proceeding to flash a dimpled smile in your direction.

Oh if only you knew.

“How?” You stared at the board, as if the answer would suddenly appear carved on it.

“Luck, I guess.” Your brain was quick to pick up on things.

“Luck my ass, you tricked me!” For a moment you forgot it was your boss who you were talking to, but he didn’t seem to mind, more like he was actually enjoying himself.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” He stood up from the couch, taking out a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the cabinet beside his desk. He poured the ámbar liquid inside while taking a seat. “Now...” he took a sip, his eyes seductively looking at you. “Where should we start?” He evaluated his options, scanning your body from head to toes. “Take of your bra.”

“H-Huh?” You weren’t expecting him to be so direct, and yet, his words had you core dripping already.

“Take of your bra.” He repeated. “Unless you’re uncomfortable, in which case, you’re free to leave.” But he perfectly knew you had no intentions of leaving, a cocky grin adorning his plump lips as you lifted your shirt slightly, unclasping the piece of lingerie and pulling it out through your sleeve, something you usually did as soon as you arrive home.

The silky material of your blouse caressed your soft buds. Your piece of clothing was a little see through, giving Kun a peak at your hardened nipples.

“Shall we move on to the next round?”

In less than an hour, you were sitting almost completely naked in front of him, your panties being the last piece of clothing covering you (if you didn’t count the high heels he’d insisted you kept on). But they wouldn’t stay on for longer, for your king was trapped with not much pieces left to cover him. Your forearm covered your breasts as well as you could, your hands fidgeting with the wooden piece.

“There’s no way I can win this, is there?”

“I’m afraid not, darling.” Without an ounce of embarrassment left, you slipped down the final piece of clothing, kicking it to the side and releasing your mounds from their confinement. “Look at you, all pretty and naked for your boss.”

“What comes next?” Perhaps another round of chess, you thought. Instead of putting the pieces back in place, he walked over to you, lifting your chin so your eyes were directly facing his.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

You somehow ended up laying down on his desk, all of the stuff in it now scattered around the floor as he rammed himself inside of you. He kept eye contact at all times, that cocky grin making its appearance as he held your knees against your chest.

“God, y/n. You know how long I’ve waited to do this?” Blonde strands of hair were sticking to his forehead, beads of sweat shimmering under the dim light of the candles. “Even when I was fucking someone else, all my mind could think about, was you. How well you’d take me, how much of a good girl you’d be for me...”

“S-sir.” You were clenching around him, seconds away from your high.

“You’re my pretty little fuck doll, aren’t you?” His hands let go of your knees, wrapping around your neck instead. “Answer.”

“Yes, sir.” You whimpered, your air supply running short.

“Good girl.” His hands loosened around your neck, but still not letting go of it. “I want you to take all of my cum, not a single drop of it should be wasted, alright?” You nodded, eyes shut as your toes curled in pleasure.

One final thrust sent you over the edge, consequently causing his seed to paint your walls. He pulled out, watching you desperately try not to spill his fluids.

“So obedient.” He walked back to the small living room, grabbing your discarded clothes to dress you up. “Just so you know, I usually never do this.” He clasped your beige bra, his fingers pad brushing your flushed skin.

“Then why are you doing it now?” By now, his cum was sliding down from your thighs into the desk, but he didn’t mind, at least you tried.

“Because it’s you.”

“I’m honored, Mr. Qian.”

“Don’t get cocky. Raise your butt.”

“Wait!” He had already slid your panties up, smearing them with yours and his fluids. “Kun!”

“Calling me by my name? Naughty girl.” He flicked your forehead, not completely sure if giving the red spot a kiss would be appropriate. “It doesn’t seem like the power’s gonna come back soon, you should head home.”

“But then you’ll be alone.”

“Are you worried about me?” The thought of the recent events not being more than a one-time thing, made your heart drop.

“N-no. Never mind, I’ll see you tomorrow, boss.” You adjusted your dressing pants before hoping off the desk.

“Wear a skirt tomorrow.” He said right before you crossed the door. “And no panties, I want you ready for me.”

It was definitely not gonna be a one-time thing, and the thought of it alone, had you drenched. Maybe working extra hours wasn’t so bad after all.

#nct smut #nct angst #nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #wayv #wayv smut

[purpletigertaetae]

The One Where Things Get Heated in a Fitting Room

A/N: @lyspjm​ babe, I’m an ass who made a colossal mistake and deleted the older post by accident so I’m reposting the story 😂😂 🤦🏽‍♀️ 

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: smutty smut smuuuuut

Warnings: this is a smutty boi so... erm, Oral sex, deep throating, lingerie, kinda public sex, kissing, heavy petting, though no actual penetrative sex, public nudity (of sorts?), it’s very smutty so be warned ~ 

SECOND A/N: I’m AN IDIOT who deleted the original post so I’m going to go find it and reblog and just UGH. If y’all could reblog I’d be mighty grateful!

5. “Try to stay quiet, understand?”; 25. “We could get caught!”; 67. Changing room & 106. Lingerie

What were you supposed to do when Namjoon had looked at you, his eyes widening with his pleas; say no? Even his words had tugged at your heart, “Jagi please! I miss you! Can’t we go shopping together?”

The maknaes had taught him well, and you had found yourself agreeing to his pouty lips and deep dimples. It has been a while since you had spent time with your boyfriend but how were you supposed to go lingerie shopping without your best friends’ approvals?

You sighed, “Fine baby, let’s go together! But I need to actually buy some things okay? No getting distracted.” He had nodded and you had found yourself outside Agent Provocateur with your boyfriend’s hands laden with bags. You asked him to wait outside, but he had gone slack jawed and followed you, taking a seat right near the fitting rooms as you picked out a couple things both you and he might like, a naughty idea forming inside your head.

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“How does this one look Joonie?” You came out of the dressing room dressed in a light pink babydoll, a matching bra and panties and the highest heels in the store and Namjoon swears he has never been more turned on. You had to be doing this to tease him now. He had been sitting here for what seemed like years, watching you try on different lacy underwear and lingerie, getting more turned on, more in awe at your beauty. He couldn't stop staring, the way the lace flattered your skin, the way the babydoll hugged your waist, like it was made for you. He couldn't think, couldn’t breathe and his pants were definitely getting tighter by the minute. It had been his idea to come shopping with you, but this shop, this hour, these clothes had been unexpected to say the least.

You cleared your throat as Namjoon ogled you, lost in his thoughts, but his dark gaze pulling color to your cheeks.

"Joon? What do you think?"

He snapped to, shaking his head trying his hardest to form actual sentences.

"Looks good." He tried, wincing when it actually came out as a "luh goo." He cleared his throat and tried again, "You look beautiful baby. Just beautiful."

You blushed deeply and turned, throwing a, "be right back!" over your shoulder as Namjoon sighed and shifted your purse right over his crotch. He definitely knew the boner he was sporting would not fare well in public but it just would not go down. He sighed carding his fingers through his hair, and tugging in frustration. He needed to fix this now. He tossed your purse aside, the establishment was classy, he wasn't worried, and stood from the plush couch, making his way to you. He knocked on your fitting room door, firm but loud, his need almost indescribable. You opened it, barely dressed, thinking it was just a sales associate to help, but to your surprise, in the doorway stood your boyfriend, Namjoon.

His stare was dark, eyes hooded as he looked over your lace covered form, eyes roaming over your tits, your waist, your thinly veiled pussy. His gaze grew hungry and you turned red, a jolt going through you as he kicked the door shut and locked it.

“Take it off baby girl. All of it.”

“Joon, No! We could get caught!”

“Well, you should’ve thought of that before you decided to tease me. Now, be quick princess. I don’t like waiting.” He growled, and your breath hitched in anticipation; you had pushed your game a tad too far.

Namjoon watched, silent, as you unclasped your bra, letting it drop slowly from your shoulders. His gaze grew impossibly darker as you turned around and shimmied out of the lacy thong, finally being fully naked under his gaze. You turned deep red as he scrutinized you, drinking in your form.

He cleared his throat, his voice raw, “You grow more beautiful every day Jagi.”

He took two steps and covered the distance to you. For a moment you two just stared at each other, holding your breaths and then like a bubble being burst his lips were on yours, his hands running up and down your body, resting for moments on your hardened nipples before taking off again and finding your slit, drenched in your wetness.

He moved his lips to your neck, leaving light openmouthed kisses and murmuring against the skin, “You’ve been naughty princess. Teasing me all afternoon. Now,” he rutted his jean clad cock against your bare core, “You had better finish what you started, and try to stay quiet, we can’t have anyone finding us, understand?”

You dropped to your knees and undid his belt and jeans, pushing them down past his knees as he leaned back against the wall and threaded his fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your face. You reached into his boxer briefs and pulled out his already hardening cock, as he groaned deeply, his hands tightening in your hair. You thumbed over his leaking head, gathering the beads of precum on your fingers and running it up and down his length. He was so large you could barely get your hand around him, and your pussy throbbed, anticipating the stretch already. You lowered your mouth onto his throbbing member, kissing the head gently, pumping your hands up and down around his shaft, spitting and collecting your saliva to lube him up even further. Then you squeezed gently, eliciting a hiss from your boyfriend.

“Stop playing games, princess. I don’t like being teased.” Namjoon’s voice was low and gravely and you moaned, rutting on thin air trying to get any sort of friction around your clit. He guided you back onto his cock and you finally took him into your mouth, your hands covering what your mouth could not.

He moaned low in his throat, “Your mouth is sin Jagi,” and fisted your hair tighter, pulling it into a haphazard ponytail away from your face. You moaned around him, the vibrations of your throat causing him to stiffen even more. As you sucked, he, almost involuntarily, bucked his hips into your mouth, pushing into your gag reflex, making you choke.

He was off you instantly, eyes wide, “Sorry Jagi! Are you hurt?”

You stopped him with a hush, hands still on his stiff member. “No, Joon. I, uh, actually kinda liked it.” Looking up at him from beneath your lashes, you spoke, your voice husky, “Use me baby. Fuck my mouth.”

He stared at you, a groan deep in his throat. “How did I get so lucky?”

You lowered your mouth back onto him, taking him as deeply as you possibly could, breathing deeply through your nose as he pushed past your gag reflex and began a rough pace, in and out of your mouth. Your eyes began watering at his intensity, drool dripping, as he fucked your mouth messily, his fingers in a vice grip in your hair.

Soon, almost too soon, he was moaning softly, “Jagi, jagi I’m close. I’m so close.” You hummed around his cock, relaxing your jaw even more as he began a merciless pace trying to reach his climax. His grip tightened in your hair and his hips started thrusting messily as his orgasm exploded, ropes of cum painting your throat over and over. You sucked quickly, swallowing every last drop as he spilled into you, and finally he let your hair go, leaning his head back against the wall, panting softly.

“Jagi that… that was awesome. Thank you.” You stood up and his hands came to cup your cheeks, his thumb wiping away your stray tears. You smiled and kissed him, leading his hand down to your dripping cunt. Almost like whiplash, he drew his hand away, his lips quirking into a devilish smile.

“I don’t think so princess. You teased me all afternoon and this was just my respite. You don’t get to cum.” He dropped a feather light kiss onto your lips one last time and then pulled up his pants, readjusting and cleaning himself up. Before you could even register, he was pulling open the door to the fitting room, and as he left, he replied, “I like it all Princess. Buy it all.”

You just stood there, completely nude, shocked and horny. Guess it was your turn to be teased for a while.

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[thebonecarver]

Wipe that smirk prick chap 2

I hope you like this new chapter! 

Read it on AO3-https://archiveofourown.org/works/30182112/chapters/74987262

I stared at Morrigan, who looked as if she was about to explode with excitement when she saw me. She squealed, and the librarian shushed at her, but she could care less. She ran towards me and squeezed me into a tight hug. I hugged her back, my head swimming with thoughts. I knew Mor from art class, and we talked a lot during class, but we never talked outside the classroom. It was comforting though, to have someone I knew. Especially when the other people helping were all boys. The two boys in there had the same tan skin as Rhysand, with shit-eating grins on their faces. One was big and burly, with dark, chin-length hair, half up, half in a man bun. He looked ruggedly handsome, while the other was quieter and elegantly handsome with short black hair, leaner than the other boy.

"We've heard a lot about you, Feyre." 

"How do you know my name?"

The chin-length-haired boy laughed, and the librarian shushed us again, warning us she would kick us out if we were too loud. I turned back to him, expecting an answer. He seemed to see my annoyance and only grinned wider."Well of course-" He cut off randomly, and I looked around to see Rhysand glaring at him as if..."Morrigan, yes Mor told us all about you." I looked at Mor, who was smiling, but I also saw something else in her eyes... stop being a detective Feyre, it does not matter. "Well my cousin is known for her talking marathons, and you just came up in conversation, that's all." He smirked, and Mor stuck her tongue at him. I smiled a bit at that. Cousins, wow they looked nothing alike. He pointed over to the burly boy "That brute over there is Cassian, and the other one is Azriel. were basically brothers, though not by blood." I nodded toward them in greeting. They seemed nice, like someone I could trust. Like Rhysand. 

"Come on let's get this Ipad business over with, I have stuff to do." Cassian snorted at that, making a comment that all she had to do at home was paint her nails for the tenth time. She didn't get embarrassed, just laughed a musical laugh and kept on walking toward the tables full of Ipads. There was a paper that listed the instructions.

1. Each person is to pick 2 bins (6 Ipads in a bin) to complete during the two hours. You are to do 2 every week so we can finish the whole school, with a total of 40 classrooms.

2. Wipe data from each Ipad including...

Photos

Google Apps

Safari

Microsoft Apps

Browsing Data

3. Put Ipad back in the bin, and repeat with other Ipads

I looked at the tables filled with Ipad bins. I sighed, this was going to be the longest two hours of my life. But for some reason I was excited. "Ready Feyre Darling?" he purred. The way he said my name made my toes curl and pink my cheeks. I scowled at the floor, my hair hiding my face. I could see him through my "shield" and something flickered in his eyes. What was it? It was replaced with the usual amusement like I never saw it. "Let's do this prick." He laughed and followed me, coincidentally picking the bin right in front of me. Great.

Talking with Rhysand was probably the most fun thing I did in months. Of course, I still thought he was a prick, but a funny prick. We talked about our interests, hobbies, stuff like that. We talked about how long we stayed in Velaris and went to Velaris High School. He had stayed here his whole life, while I had just moved from Springfield, a town, and wanted to go to the artists quarter in Velaris, but it was too far away. He talked about astronomy, and while he talked I swore I could see the stars in his eyes, twinkling and glowing. I smiled at that. I still thought he was annoying, but maybe a bit less. I loved Cassian Mor and Az as well. They were all great people and caring, and hilarious to watch. Especially when Cassian and Mor fought for a whole 5 minutes on who was doing Mr. Tarquins class Ipads since there was a rumour that he and another student were dating, they were hoping to see if the emails were there to check. Mor eventually got it and found out that one whole Ipad had been data wiped. We all laughed when we saw it, knowing why it was cleaned.

"Feyre? Could you help me?" 

I looked around to find Mor looking at me, a pleading look in her eyes, Mor was probably the most tech-literate out of all of us. Nonetheless, I walked up to her table and asked what she needed help with."I need help with finding out what Rhys is telling you to make it seem as if he gave you all the stars in the sky." she smiled devilishly at me while a stared at her wide-eyed and scowled. "I'm not telling him anything Mor, stop giving me that look we are just friends. Nothing less nothing more" I said in a firm voice. She frowned the tiniest bit at that, but perked up the next second and said, "Say what you want Feyre but I know you like Rhys, and I'm betting your gonna be a couple soon." she winked and walked off, leaving me gaping at her, eyes wide with shock. Did I like Rhys? He's annoying and cocky and a prick, but he's also kind and sweet and understanding and possibly handsome...Oh god, Feyre you really do have a crush on him. I went back to finish my box, not uttering a single word, and when I moved on to the next one, I made sure it was the farthest box away from Rhys.

I worked on my second bin beside Az and Cassian, and it was the worst best mistake I made. Cassian teased me endlessly while Az smiled or chuckled, commenting sometimes. I scowled and blushed a deep crimson, "I hate you guys'' I muttered under my breath, and they only laughed harder, the librarian looking at us with murderous eyes. I moved unto the next Ipad in the bin and when I went to delete any photos, I stared wide-eyed at what was in the camera roll. Cassian and Az were trying to get a look at what it was, but I backed away. nononononononono. I was about to delete it when my back collided with someone, someone with a scent of jasmine, the sea and citrus. Fuck. Rhysand. He looked down at the photo and stared wide-eyed at me. The photo of me and Tamlin. I didn't know who took it but it was from when we first started dating, before... No, I couldn't think about that, or else I would break apart right here in front of everyone. I just handed the Ipad to Rhys, whispered "delete it" and ran out of the library. I ran outside, ran and ran, as if my thoughts would leave me, the memories, everything. 

Thought for Thought? 

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[need-a-new-hobby]

Soulmates

Two police cars wailed into an affluent neighbourhood in Florida as a young woman with skin the colour of melted dark chocolate and a tight, high ponytail worried about a serial killer in their midst with her friends, only to find that the police accused her own father of the cruel misdeeds. Detective Drew Lisbon exited the vehicle, twirling handcuffs in his right hand. “William Harris, you're under arrest for the kidnapping of Missy Dewald and the murder of 3 women. You have the right to remain silent.”

“You have a warrant?” Lisbon waved the document in his face before directing the officers into the house as a large SUV pulled up behind him and the team stepped out.

“Drew! What are you doing?” Piper hissed at him, pulling him away from the scene.

“Got tired of waiting.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Emily stepped forward between them. “You can look all you want. Missy Dewald isn't here.”

“We’ll see about that.” Piper scoffed, dragging Emily into the SUV.

Back at the precinct, Piper sat perched on a table as Drew walked in with their unsub and a crushed face.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Piper chided him, out of earshot from the others.

“I’m sorry, you didn’t convince me,” he said exasperated.

“I shouldn’t have to. Your chief asked my team to come here, we offered our professional opinion and instead of respecting it, you decided to raid his house.” Piper glared at him as she aggressively pointed towards the house and as she finished, he almost recoiled. “And you found absolutely nothing. Just like we told you.” She spat at him before storming off, running a hand through her hair as she sat outside in the heat. She felt comfort wash over her as Spencer brushed up against her, offering a bottle of water and a hair tie. Piper snorted, accepting both gratefully.

“I’m sorry,” he offered, and she gave him a confuddled look. “Can’t be easy. Working with…him.” Piper laughed mirthlessly. Unconsciously, her tongue peeked out from between her lips as she started to rant.

“My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time, it would be with a car or baseball bat.” She chuckled at Spencer’s shock at her threat. “You know, when I met him, he couldn’t even meet my eyes. Couldn’t even talk to me for like 5 minutes without stuttering or getting nervous.” She shrugged, saying she’d thought it was adorable at first, but then his demeanour transformed completely. “I don’t know what happened, but 2, maybe 3, weeks later, he was this confident, self-assured person.” She tapped the water bottle with her pastel blue painted nails. Spencer’s heart broke at her self-deprecative humour about how stupid she was to not see it coming. “Some profiler I am, huh?” She scoffed, tucking away a stray strand of hair.

“Hey,” he called softly, bumping shoulders. “So, you misjudged him. That doesn’t make you a bad profiler. You know, our experiences make us better profilers.” Piper chuckled.

“There a statistic for that?”

“Probably.” Piper mock winced, hand over heart.

“The Doctor Spencer Reid doesn’t have a statistic? No, this has to be the end of the world.” Spencer just elbowed her in the rib, telling her to shut up.

“How about I make you a deal?”

“I’m listening.”

“You come in and work this case with me and I promise you won’t even have to talk to Detective Douchebag.” Piper laughed, glancing at his outstretched hand, her abysmal misery transformed into everlasting cheer. As Drew let himself be lectured by SSA Aaron Hotchner, he noticed Piper looking a lot more cheerful next to the tall brunet.

Scoffing, he retaliated. “Look, Agents. We have a witness who can place him at the abduction site. He has a history of similar offenses where he did use the same MO in Atlanta. He fits your profile-- a high-functioning successful family man living and working in the area. We had probable cause to make the arrest.”

“Yes, but that’s not enough to prosecute him. You should know that.”

“Well, maybe we should stop dragging the department and focus on breaking Harris.” Drew said, mocking weariness as he headed for the interrogation room until Morgan stopped him.

“I don’t think so. We’ll handle the interrogation. You can sit back and look pretty, Lisbon.” Morgan said, smirking as Lisbon left and turned to Hotch. “The key to finding Melissa could be in his house.”

“So, we're gonna need to dig through his life,” Hotch said, pulling out his cell. “Reid and Bishop can go over that. Morgan and Rossi, you two interrogate him. I’ll get Prentiss to talk to the detective that arrested him for the Atlanta rapes. Find out what went right and what went wrong with their approach,” Hotch said before he left as Morgan and Rossi observed their unsub.

“All right. He holds his victims for 2 days before he kills them. Missy disappeared yesterday. So as long as he stays in custody, there's a good chance she could still be alive,” Rossi told him.

“Williams is a successful litigator, so we're gonna need some leverage, somethin' to throw him off guard.”

“A discrepancy in a previous statement, that's enough to give us the upper hand.”

“What are the odds we can get him to break in the next 12 hours?”

“That's not gonna be easy,” Rossi sighed heavily as he flung the door open, walking in with a confident demeanour.

In another room, Spencer gratefully accepted the coffee Piper offered while he asked Garcia whether she was ready. “You find anything?”

“Give me a minute. I will find the grime.” Spencer smiled softly at Garcia as Piper settled down in the chair next to him, turning on William Harris’s computer.

“All right, Pen. You ready to start searching his computer?” Piper asked, lightly smirking.

“Born ready.”

“You seem to be in control,” Spencer whistled at the multiple programs being searched, courtesy of Garcia.

“I'm always in control, sweet cheeks.” Spencer blushed and Piper smacked her forehead before hissing, why would you set her up for that?

“So far, William Harris appears to be quite intelligent,” Piper said through a chuckle. “He's covering his tracks pretty well.”

“Yeah, just because you delete your history, it doesn't mean all your dirty cyber-laundry isn't hanging out there for me to find on your hard drive. Rookie mistake.” Piper smiled at Garcia’s confidence, but the smile faded as her eyes flitted to Drew’s through the window, which Spencer noticed.

“Hey, we need to comb through his life. We should uh… get started on that timeline.” Piper managed to nod slowly; her voice lodged in her throat. Downing another water bottle, Piper got to work, mechanically putting together the puzzle pieces of William Harris’s life story until Garcia shrieked through the monitor.

“I found something! Beneath all the icky lawyering, there are a ton of untraceable journal entries.” Piper nodded, her mind shifting back on track. “Faxing to you right…about…now.” Spencer and Piper just blinked at the 15 pages of journal entries, all from just the last 2 weeks.

“I guess we’ll start from the earliest?” Piper said, uncertainty laced in her laughter. And so, they pinned up each journal entry. Spencer managed to get through them all in a little under 10 minutes while Piper broke down each sentence he highlighted. Except something bugged her. Turning, she grabbed a red and blue pen, annotating each idiosyncratic phrase. As she went through each journal entry, her eyebrows unknotted, and she turned on her heel. “Spence, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” He looked up from the next entry. Studying the new markings, he popped his head out of the room and yelled for Rossi. As the latter entered, so did Lisbon, and Piper took in a deep breath for the plunge.

“We were able to differentiate between 2 distinct voices, 2 authors,” Spencer spoke rapidly, gesturing with his hands. “I found various idiosyncratic words, phrases, punctuation, and orthography within the blog entries consistent with each separate person—”

“Words like ‘soda’ and ‘pop’,” Piper interrupted.

“Yeah, one guy uses dashes while the other uses ellipses,” Spencer snickered as Piper tried to ignore Drew’s unwanted commentary.

“Where’d you find this guy?” He whispered to Rossi behind Spencer’s back. While Piper fumed, Rossi retaliated in his best fashion.

“He was left in a basket on the steps of the FBI.” Spencer turned back around, oblivious to the conversation between the agent and the detective.

“One side of the discourse made a reference to the devil's strip,” Spencer continued, having highlighted the relevant phrase.

“What the hell's that?”

“It's that small patch of grass that separates the sidewalk from the street,” Spencer revealed “And that term is only ever used in central Ohio. Though William lived in Atlanta for 20 years, he grew up in Columbus. The other guy uses words like ‘turnpike’ and ‘filling the gas tank.’”

“They’re both specific regionalisms for Florida,” Piper finished as Rossi tried to put the pieces together.

“So, what’s the relationship?” Rossi asked.

“Listen to this. ‘I can't remember the last time I smiled for so long that it hurt. I've never felt like this before,’” Piper read out from her entry. “Sounds very affectionate, if you know what I mean,” she said, handing the entry to Rossi without making eye contact with Drew.

“But there’s another theory,” Spencer added before he could leave, motioning for Piper to continue. She licked her lips, hesitating before continuing.

“When two unsubs share the same desires, the same attractions, they become…close,” she said, searching for the most appropriate words. “Basically, if William found someone else who shared the same desires that are shunned by society, they share an almost unbreakable bond, as close as a husband and wife.”

“What, now you think there’s a partner?” Lisbon scoffed.

“If there is,” Piper said pointedly, “then Missy Dewald is in unimaginable danger.” Her fear was confirmed by a reporting uniformed officer, confirming Missy’s death. Piper sat down; eyes closed. Too late. Too late again.

While the others left to the dump site, Piper rubbed her face with her hands, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding before her. “We know partners usually have a dominant and submissive personalities and accounting for Harris’s arrogance, he’s most likely the dominant.” She looked up as Spencer held both pens in the same hand, narrowing his eyes at the printed text. His gaze didn’t falter until he felt a warm hand press on his arm.

“It's all so cryptic.”

“Your handwriting or the text?” Piper joked. “Talk to me Spence. We know they enjoyed being together. What else do you see?

“They wrote a cluster of others right after the first victim, Kim Groves, was killed.”

“Right, so after killing Kim Groves, they probably tried to relive that feeling through these letters.”

“’It all seemed so hopeless, but I finally learned to rise above it.’ Sounds like William confessed he was feeling incomplete.”

“That adds up, they didn’t start killing until they met.”

“Yeah, well the longer they got away with it, the stronger their relationship.”

“Sounds like these two aren't just obsessed with rape and murder. They're addicted to one another,” Piper pointed out as her cell buzzed. “Yeah, Em, you’re on speaker. Spencer’s here with me.”

“His partner’s a biter.” Spencer’s eyebrows flew up as Piper’s narrowed.

“Partner changed his behaviour after Harris was arrested,” Spencer said, nodding.

“Probably did is as a forensic countermeasure, trying to push the blame on someone else…”

“Or he finally found the freedom to…experiment with his M.O.”

“Garcia checked dental records against other cases. She found a reported rape in Manatee County earlier this year. Connie Mayers described an anger-excitation rapist just like William.”

“So, we're looking at 2 dominant personalities,” Piper realised, passing the phone to Spencer as she scribbled on the board.

“Makes sense. They have a similar discourse. They're equally well-written,” Spencer noted.

“If their personalities are the same, their lives probably mirror one another's as well,” Piper called out.

“Harris goes to church, on the board of the PTA, coaches his daughter's soccer team, rarely drinks. Like a saint with a dark side. That's what he connected to in the partner.”

“Hotch wants to go talk to the family, see if they know who it might be. He wants you to talk to the daughter. I should be back in time for lunch. I was thinking we go Mexican. You guys in?”

“Only if you get me a burrito. Thanks, Em.” Spencer tossed the cell to Piper who slipped it in her pocket, and they returned to the diary entries. “Two alpha males are gonna be hard to break.” Piper mused.

“His partner wrote "faith should never be broken." A betrayal could devastate him.”

“All we have to say is that William's cooperating...” Piper caught on, “and then hope he takes the bait.” They moved to their respective duties, one to the interrogation room, relaying their findings to Morgan and Rossi, the other on a bike headed to a broken home.

While Hotch managed the mother, Piper sat outside with William’s daughter. She tried to introduce herself, but Andrea kept up her walls. “Look, I don’t want to arrest your dad.”

“Really, then why did you?”

“Because the department was sick of waiting. The lead detective, he’s a douchebag. He didn’t listen to us, made the arrest anyway.”

“Does it matter? You still think he did it, even though they found Missy.”

“Listen, Andrea, the minute we see the evidence going somewhere else, we will release your father. But for now, he has to stay in custody.” Piper sighed. “Look. Right now, we think someone else is out there, but my colleagues are convinced that your father’s still responsible. I don’t know if your father’s innocent or not but right now, more girls are in danger. Girls that are almost your age.” She felt Andrea relent, a small gap between her shield. “Just listen to who we’re looking for. I’m sure you’ll recognise him. He’s probably white, around your father’s age, active in the community, probably has his own family. And there's a good chance he's gonna check up on you.”

“And why would he do that?”

“He's worried about your dad, but he has no way of communicating with him. You and your mom are the next best thing.” Andrea scoffed.

“You like where you live?”

“Sure. DC’s nice.”

“Yeah, well so was this place until my dad got arrested. Now it's just like Atlanta. Everyone thinks my dad's guilty, and it'll just get worse.” Andrea said bitterly, crossing her arms.

“What if you help us prove he isn’t?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your father was arrested this morning. Then later this afternoon, we found Missy’s body.”

“Which means he didn’t do it! So, let him go!”

“We could, but that wouldn’t prove it to your neighbours. Or to your friends. Tell me, what happened after your father’s charges were dropped in Atlanta? Did people believe your father wasn’t guilty of those rapes?” Andrea sat silently. “I know what a father means to his daughter, and I wish I could make this easier for you.” Piper pulled out a card from her inner pocket. “If you know someone who matches the description, call. Please. Before we have to find someone else dead.” Piper got up and joined Hotch outside.

“You get through to her?”

“We’ll find out,” Piper remarked, putting on her helmet.

Piper walked into the precinct, searching for a familiar face, only to see an unpleasant one. “Piper…” She made to walk past him, except he held her wrist in a vice like grip. Without looking back, she twisted his arm behind his back, slamming his head on the table, hissing in his ear.

“Don’t touch me.” She let him go and walked off to find Spencer and Emily. “What’d you guys get so far?” she asked as Emily tossed her a burrito.

“Uh, we were surprised that you injected yourself into the investigation. You risked a lot in order to help William. And killing Missy tells us how close you really are. It must be devastating to learn that William is here with us,” Spencer read out as Piper unwrapped the foil around her burrito.

“He's not gonna like that, what if he unravels?”

“What do you mean?” came a voice behind her, and she turned on her heel to see Hotch standing behind them.

“Just that if he reads that and tries to retaliate, he can’t hurt Harris. He could hurt his family instead.” Hotch nodded. “Let me go keep an eye on the family. Give me an undercover vehicle I can see from.”

“I don’t have anyone to spare, if something—”

“I’ll be fine, Hotch, seriously.” They all moved into the observation room while Piper left in a simple, dark blue sedan with tinted windows.

As she waited patiently outside the neighbourhood, she watched a couple of kids spray-painting their car. She furrowed her eyebrows and raised her binoculars to observe the tall, white man running outside, then comforting Mrs Harris. She dialled Garcia as she kept watching, telling him of a possible suspect. “I need a background check of the Harris’s neighbourhood.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart. I’m gonna need some parameters.”

“He’s white, early 40s, probably owns his own business He's either got a good steady job, or he owns his own business. He's lived in Florida his entire life, wife and kids.”

“So the ideal American household?” Piper laughed. “Hey, how are you by the way? Haven’t checked back in in a while.”

“As fine as you can be working with a douche ex.”

“Well, at least you’re not stuck with him now right.”

“Yeah, thank God for that. You get anything?”

“Yep. So, we have 7 white males living in close proximity, 5 married with children, 2 born and raised in the Sunshine State, 1 on disability payments and 1 owns a real estate business, Steven Baleman, and oh my god. Pipes, he lives right next door.”

“Okay, let Hotch know and I’ll keep an eye on him. Thanks Pen. You’re a legend.” Piper slipped the cell in her pocket, pulling up a vest from the back seat and tying her hair up. She started the car as he stormed out of the house, watching Angela follow him. “No, no, don’t do it.” As she followed slowly, keeping them in sight, Piper dialled Hotch.

“What’s happening?”

“Steven’s left the house, Angela’s following him, I’m a few miles behind them. I may need backup.”

“I’ll have a squad car come to your coordinates. There should be a radio somewhere in there. Do not confront him. Understand me?”

“Thanks, Hotch.” She kept driving, cursing as the road came to an end near the port. Piper waited for them to turn the corner before she got out, following them quietly. Shit. She cursed under her breath when Steven took Andrea inside, keeping a vice like grip on her. There was still no sign of the squad car and the two had disappeared into a warehouse, the door still slightly ajar. Under her breath, she spoke into the radio pinned to her vest. “Steven has taken Andrea into a warehouse. Do you copy?”

“Yeah, we hear you Pipes.” The radio crackled and she felt herself relax slightly at the sound of Spencer’s voice. “Orders are still to stand down.”

“What’s the plan?”

“We got Mrs Harris to come in, Morgan’s putting in seeds of doubt, charges are gonna be dismissed in a half hour.”

“Spencer, I can’t wait that long,” she hissed. “Steven has Andrea.”

“Piper, it’s Hotch. If you see something, intervene, but until then, stand down. Getting Steven means nothing if Harris goes free.” Piper hummed her agreement and waited, keeping a subtle eye on the events inside. So far, he’d only strapped Andrea to the chair. Under the cover of darkness, Piper watched William approach the warehouse, reminding her of a mouse trying to grab at cheese, making sure no cats were nearby. She checked her wristwatch, smiling mirthlessly. Right on time.

She felt Spencer, Derek and Emily brush up against her and they skirted in front of the warehouse while Rossi and Lisbon listened to the conversation occurring inside using the parabolic mics on top of the van. After about 10 minutes, they heard Rossi give them the signal and Derek did what Derek does best; he kicked open the doors to the warehouse. As Derek and Emily took the lead in apprehending Steven and William, Piper and Spencer secured Angela, delivering her to her mother. Piper wrapped an arm around Spencer’s torso, leaning her head on his chest as they watched the mother and her daughter leave. Eventually, Hotch called for them and they moved towards his voice. But Drew’s voice made her hang back. She turned around to face him. “What do you want, Drew?”

“Nothing. Just… uh…”

“Jesus, Drew, spit it out. We both know your whole stutter’s just an act.” Drew poked at his cheek with his tongue, eyeing Reid’s stare from behind Piper.

“I’m uh… I’m glad you’re happy, with him. But you could have told me.”

“Told you what?” Piper followed his gaze to Spencer whose neck snapped to face Hotch very conspicuously. She turned back to Drew with a raised eyebrow.

“You could have told me you loved someone else. That’s why you broke up with me right?”

“Drew. I’m not gonna say this again. I broke up with you because you wanted me to drop my job, here, doing what matters just to soothe your ego.”

“I never asked—” He waited for the others to pass before continuing. “I never asked you to do that for my ego. I did that for us. So, we could be together, like a normal couple.”

“No. No, don’t— don’t do that.” Piper’s eyes welled up. “You always do that. You make me out to be the idiot, the fool. I’m not falling for it. You offered me an ultimatum. You told me to move to Florida or give you up. That’s not normal. That’s toxic. And as for my happiness, that’s because I left you, not because of anyone else. Goodbye, Drew.” She turned on her heel, charging towards their SUV.

^-^

Piper was packing her bag for the flight tomorrow morning when she heard a knock on the door. Closing her bag, she opened the door to see Emily and Jordan at the door. “What’s up girls?”

“We’re celebrating,” Emily announced, holding up drinks from the minibar.

“Why?” Emily gave Jordan a look as she pulled out three glasses.

“For shutting the door on Drew.”

“Yeah, that guy was a piece of work.” Emily laughed, pushing a drink over to Piper.

“We have a flight tomorrow. One drink and then bed,” Piper warned as she took a sip of her cognac. But Emily was already on her third shot. A few hours later, Jordan had helped Piper drag Emily to her own room and lay her in bed. “You celebrate too hard, Em.” Piper chuckled to herself as she tucked Emily in unconsciously.

“And you,” she slurred. “You don’t celebrate at all.” Piper chuckled.

“Yes, I do.”

“Reeeally? When’s the last time you had a drink with me?” Piper’s smile faded. “Seeeee. You should…” Emily smacked her lips and tried shaking the drowsiness away. “You should celebrate more.” Piper smiled softly as Emily promptly fell asleep.

“You are gonna hate yourself in the morning.” Piper murmured and she kissed Emily’s forehead before leaving for her own room. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the darkness to swallow her.

#criminal minds x oc #criminal minds #derek morgan #penelope garcia #aaron hotch hotchner #bau #bau x oc #baby girl #agent derek morgan #aaron hotchner #dr piper bishop #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #reid x oc #doctor spencer reid #dr spencer reid #garcia #spencer reid fluff #oc #dr reid #emily prentiss #emily #criminal minds fluff #hotch #agent hotchner #reid #papa rossi #agent prentiss #prentiss #david rossi

[fuckingthefictional]

Cross my heart- Part 5

Warnings: war related violence (death, murder, injuries, PTSD), swearing.

A/N: this was uploaded a while ago but as of now (3rd jan) it deleted itself and I’ve had to try and rewrite it from memory, so apologies if it’s shit.

“Sergeant Fenton, you will report for duty at 0600 hours tomorrow morning.”

“Yes sir. Who will I be with?”

“Solo Mission Sergeant. You will be flying over a suspected German camp across the battlefield. You will either confirm or deny our suspicions by reporting back to us.”

“Yes Sir.”

She hated solo missions, they were about ten times more likely to end in death. She just hoped to any God that may listen that she was kept safe.

//

“Why’d you have to go?”

“Because they asked me John- I’m not going to be shot up a post for cowardice and disobeying orders”

“Look- just stay safe Liza.”

“I will, you stay safe too- I’ll be back soon I promise.”

She hoped for John’s sake that she did come back soon, even though she had already accepted her own death and was prepared for what was to come.

//

It was safe to say that she was not prepared for this, a simple flight observation task she was prepared for- but not a crash in German territories.

The atmosphere was seemingly black, as the smoke levitated off of the fiery wreck of the plane.

She was disorientated and in pain. It hurt, her leg was leaking warm thick blood. It painted her hands and stained her flight suit.

Her foot was being pinned down by a heavy piece of the planes’ body, while further up her leg there was a deep gash with some jagged metal buried in it. She’d given up with trying to take it out, as every time she tried it pushed deeper into her flesh.

She didn’t know what to do. She was in enemy land with no way of communicating that she was down. She was as good as dead- but she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Not if she could help it.

She slowly began to pull her foot from the heavy trap as she bit down on her flight suit to mute her screams of pain.

She felt a release and looked down to see her leg was now free. There was a sense of relief as she shuffled back on her bottom away from the crash site.

Until she felt something hard it her back, something that didn’t feel like a tree. But more resembled a pair of boots and legs, she looked up and towering over her was a soldier.

He’d obviously been the one to investigate the site to see if there was anyone to be found. It was obvious that the German soldier wasn’t expecting to see a girl before him and was apparently in a state of potential shock.

She took the chance while she could, as she took out a pocket knife and plunged it into the mans neck.

She was sprayed in blood. She’d just killed a man- someone who’s parents, siblings, wife and children were probably waiting for to come home. Only for it to be destroyed by her.

She wanted to vomit up her insides, the sight of the older man with dead eyes made her stomach churn uneasily.

But she had to survive. Using her wits, she stripped him of his uniform and swapped hers with his.

She dragged his body to the wreckage and tossed his body into the flames. The fire rose higher with the new sustenance that it had been presented. There- now it looked as if you had died on impact.

//

47 men. 47 people who were never going to see their families again because of her.

The camp was now eerily quiet and it set her teeth on edge. It was now a ghost town and all life was gone- it was silent.

Her leg was numb now and her head had become woozy from blood loss. She had a few more additions to her list of injuries- a bullet wound here and there, she was in unspeakable pain as she found herself stumbling around as the world before her became disorientated and a mere blur.

But she refused to give up, she thought about Harry and John and how she promised them that she would make it back.

The thoughts of her brother fueled her determination, Harry had always said- when in doubt, trust your gut. So she did.

//

Scrape. Pat.

Scrape. Pat.

Scrape. Pat.

The sounds of the shovelling were starting to drive her to a state of insanity. She had been stuck in the German’s tapper tunnel for what felt like a year- but was really only 32 hours.

She threw the soil behind her, as she kept limping forward. Every inch of her ached, it burnt in agony- and all she wanted to do was succumb to the darkness and join the 47 she had murdered.

But she refused, she kept digging as she hoped and prayed for a way out.

Her prayer was answered when she heard muted voices. Pressing her ear up against the compact soil, she concluded that the voices were speaking English.

This only fueled her encouragement, as she begun to dig faster and the dirt walls crumbled away. Finally a dim light enveloped the pitch black that she had been in for all those hours.

She was free.

And then she was thrown against a wall, she struggled against the strong force as her head cracked against a wooden support beam.

She was panicking and this only intensified when she spotted the glint of a silver blade.

She just had time to move her body slightly to the left before the knife plunged into her shoulder. She screamed out in pain.

“I’m fucking English!” She shouted, “Stop!”

The man’s blue eyes had been filled with confusion and frantic frenzy. She could have fucking swore she recognised those eyes.

“Why you wearing a fuckin’ German uniform then?” A different man who was pointing a gun at her head spoke up.

“Look if you go through the tunnel you’ll find 47 dead Germans.” She stammered, “I killed them- there’s also an allies plane, it’s mine I was shot down.”

The men seemed to confer with eachother as they decided to take the trek and see if their ‘captive’ was being truthful.

//

The next time she woke up she was in a bed, bandages wrapped around various parts of her body.

Her entire body ached and it was only when a nurse entered the room that she realised she was in a hospital room.

The nurse informed her of the injuries she’s had, a shattered kneecap, 3 bullet wounds, a stab wound to the shoulder, and gash in her thigh, a near cracked skull.

And yet the thing that hurt most wasn’t physical, it was the news that she had been honourably discharged from her airforce squadron.

She felt worthless, like all her effort and time that she had invested was just gone.

She had written to John and Harry, explaining what had happened and how she felt unsure of the future.

And then she was shipped off to a rehabilitation centre for recovering soldiers. It was nice to get some time away- where she could learn to walk properly and to heal up.

//

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“Miss Fenton, please sit down.”

“It’s Sergeant!”

“Sorry, Sergeant Fenton, Please sit down.”

“You’ve taken everything from me!” She cried, “and your biggest issue is that I’m not sat down?”

“We apologise. It just isn’t appropriate to give you an award for your services.”

“My services? It was not my job to become partially disabled and to nearly get killed.” She began to rant, “You said this would be over by Christmas years ago! And here you all are, sat in comfy offices. As we’re fighting for our country and laying down our lives only to you not giving give a shit!”

“That is enough!”

“It is the fucking truth- and you would be shot for cowardice!”

“We are going to ask you to leave.”

“Gladly!”

It was the letter that arrived two weeks later, that letter was the needle that broke the horses back- the letter that informed her that Thomas Shelby, her saviour, had received extra medals for her services.

//

Harry woke up to the screams again, Eliza wasn’t coping at all. And it broke his spirit to see his little sister struggle like this.

Eliza was beginning to lose sleep as well, she was beginning to lose her functioning side of logic.

That became apparent when John ordered a drink at the bar and it was apparent that Eliza had not heard him.

“Liza?” John waved his hand in front of her face.

Eliza finally came back into the present. It was obvious that she wasn’t sleeping well as the dark circles under her eyes popped out and the pale shade of her skin made her look ill.

“You look shit.” John said bluntly

“I can’t do this anymore- I’m not sleeping, I’m barely functioning.” She began to tear up.

John took her out from behind the bar and took her to the private room, so that his friend could cry in her own space.

She sobbed as John held her frame, he put her on his lap as he rocked them both in an attempt to calm Eliza down. It barely worked but soon enough her heavy sobs were replaced with quiet sniffles.

“Talk to me Liza.”

“It’s Tommy- I’m falling for him and I can’t stop myself.” She sighed and rubbed her face, “but the fucking history between us.”

“What history El?”

She began to unbutton her blouse as she pulled down the fabric to show the old stab wound that ran along the junction between her shoulder and collarbone - It was long and jagged and it stood out against the milky skin.

“He was the one in the tunnel that night, the one who attacked and stabbed me.” She shook violently, “I’m falling for him but every time I look into his damn eyes all I can see is the knife and the pain.”

John just kissed her head, as his own tears began to spike at his eyes.

The door flung open, Eliza didn’t realise how wrong the position they were in looked. What with her hair messy and her button undone all while being sat on John’s lap.

It became even worse when she realised who had just walked in. It was Tommy. He looks furious and betrayed.

“So this is why we couldn’t be together Aye?” He spat, “Because you’re whoring around with me brother. You’re a fuckin’ slag Eliza.” He turned and left as Eliza frantically scrambled to her feet in an attempt to explain.

But it was too late, he had left.

She’d added another injury to her list in that moment- fucking heartbreak.

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[glitterdreamsz]

A Penny For Your Thoughts (part 5)

BoRhap!Roger x reader

Summary: The Reader and Roger have been a couple since they were sixteen. But what would happen to their relationship now that Roger’s dream of being a rock star is becoming reality? A/N: I made you wait way too long and i’m really sorry for that. I only hope that this chapter was worth the wait. let me know what you think about it! Warnings: grammar mistakes (english isn’t my first language) mention of sex Words: 3.2k+

March - September 1974

You moved back to your shared flat with Roger after that night at the Rainbow. You would be lying, though, if you told that things were easy. It took Roger a long time to gain your trust again but he tried hard to win you back. There wasn’t a single day where he didn’t think about how to show you that he still loved you more than anyone else and you were the only one in his life. The first night was the worst, you both missed each other and you thought that you could get over on the fact that he cheated on you, but you couldn’t be more wrong. When you stepped in your flat you were all over him, kissing him, holding him, afraid that you could lose him again. You quickly made your way to the bed but, as Roger made love to you there was only one thing in your mind: he having sex with other girls. You tried to delete those thoughts from your mind but you just couldn’t. When he was moving back and forth over you, you had to close your eyes because all you could see was he doing the same thing with a groupie. When your fingertips pressed on his biceps you wondered if they did the same. And when his hands ran up your back you questioned if he touche those girls like he used to do with you. When you finished Roger opened his arms for you to cuddle like you usually did, it was your aftercare but you sat up “I’m going to take a shower” you said softly. “Want me to join you?” Roger asked looking at you walking away from the bed. “I’d rather do it alone” You never turned off his offer of showering together, it was actually your favourite intimate time with him. But not that night. You needed that shower to wash away all those feelings and all those thoughts. The water stream hit your skin as you were sat on the shower floor, your knees against your chest and you couldn’t help but cry. Sobs coming out from your mouth and Roger heard every single one of them, his heart broke and he was the only one to blame.

He wanted to show you that he could still make you happy, that he still loved you more than anyone else. He took you to places he knew you loved, he took you to nice picnics in the park.   “So you do know how to cook” you chuckled as you sat down on the blanket. “I actually got some takeaway” Roger chuckled and played with your hair as you laid your head on his legs. “Sorry about that.” “It’s fine, better than starving or getting killed by your cooking” you joked. And to the studio where he was recording some new songs with the guys. “What do you think about that?” Roger asked as he played the drums. “I like it, but shouldn’t you ask it to your bandmates?” you asked looking at him through your camera before taking a picture. “I think your opinion is more valuable.”  “Don’t say bullshit.” You say as you switched to your video camera and started to make a video of all the boys discussing the new song. And when everyone else left he called you over to his drum set, you sat on his lap and he made you play, both of you laughing for how bad you were. “I love you” he whispered as his lips left some kisses on your neck. “I love you too” you turned around facing him, that was the first time you said that after the breakup, and a heavy weight lifted from your heart. After that, that night the drumkit wasn’t the only thing that Roger banged. He came with you to art galleries. “You know, sometimes I wonder if the artist really wanted to instil some hidden meaning or he just simply felt like painting a landscape and that’s it.” He commented while looking at a painting, his chin rested on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. “Yeah, I guess that most of the time they only wanted to show how amazing the view was and that’s it” you chuckled as your hand reached for his cheek and stroke it softly. You loosened up again, you tried to build again the trust relationship you had with Roger and slowly you managed to do it. Still Roger felt like your relationship wasn’t the same, it didn’t matter how hard he tried, you weren’t the old Roger and Penny anymore. You still didn’t want to move out from your flat, you wanted to wait, to be sure before renting a new place and that made him worry. He was afraid that you didn’t want to move out because you still was doubting your relationship, that you thought you wouldn’t last long enough.  He needed your old relationship back and, one day, he knew exactly what he had to do to make you remember who you were and all the good things you had.

“I’m home” you said walking in your flat and taking your shoes off. “I’m here love” Roger’s head popped up from the couch and you couldn’t help but chuckle.  “Hello” you made your way to the couch and bent down to be at his level, you cupped his cheeks and then kissed him “I missed you” you mumbled against his lips. Between your job and Roger being at the studio, you didn’t see each other too much during that week and you found yourself missing him more than you thought you would. You were upset when, some mornings, you would wake up to an empty space next to you in bed. You felt alone when a night Roger couldn’t be at home for dinner and you had to watch tv all alone and didn’t have anyone to talk about your day. With each year passing by you came to learn that Roger was part of every small piece of your daily life and you realise that you were empty without him. For someone, it would have been seen as a lack of personality or as a way too strong attachment to a person. But you knew who you are, Roger didn’t change who you wanted to be, he was just an additional part that made yourself better. “Hard day at work?” he asked once you laid down next to him, your head on his chest as his strong arm was around your shoulders and his fingers played with your locks. “Worst” you replied looking up at him “My boss is an asshole, I can’t stand him anymore.” Your hand slid inside his shirt which had, as usual, its first buttons undone. Your fingertips drew some lines on his skin and then reached his necklaces and started to play with them. “You know, maybe I can ask if you can become Queen’s personal photographer. We always have someone who takes photos of us at any gig and now that we have serious tours and we’re earning good money from our albums I think it’s about time we get a photographer.” “Won’t you get tired of having me always around?” you chuckled “Never.” He smiled looking down at you. For a second you thought about being always with Roger would have meant, what being twenty-four hours per day with him would have been. Even though you have spent years with him you both had your own amount of hours alone and now, if you’d became his photographer you wouldn’t have to spend any time apart. Would that really be a good thing for your relationship? Well, there surely would have been a plus, you could keep an eye on him and his groupie.  “I have a surprise for you” Roger snapped you out from your thoughts. “Do you?” you grinned  “Hmmh” he nodded smiling and from the small table next to the couch he took an envelope and handed it to you. You frowned while sitting up and taking it “Did you write me a letter?”  “Just open it” Roger laughed lightly nodding towards you and encouraging you on opening his present. You slowly did as he told you and once you peeked inside you found two train tickets. Taking them out you read where the destination was “Truro” you almost whispered, a smile appearing on your face. “We haven’t spent time being only the two of us in the recent six months. We always had so much work to do and I thought it would have been nice to spend the weekend away and maybe you would have liked to go back to our old Cornwall” he explained “I’ve already talked with my mom and we can sleep at her house and of course I’ve also talked with your father and we can also stay at his place so you can spend some time with your family. I thought it would have been nicer than staying at some hotel, but if you prefer booking a room just for the two of us I can book it.”  You shook your head still smiling “It’s perfect” You sat on his lap and you kissed him deeply holding him close to you “Thank you Rog.”

*******

“It’s so nice to finally have you back here” Winifred, Roger’s mother, said as you were sat on the couch drinking some tea with her. “Finally it’s not me who have to travel all the way to London.” She chuckled sipping on her cup. “With Roger being a rockstar we never have so much time to make a visit here.” You explained smiling. “We hardly saw each other this week. But it’s good to finally be back home, even though it’s just for the weekend.” “Have you already seen your father?” “Yes, we paid him a visit and he told me about tonight.” “Oh yes, I hope you don’t mind that I invited him over. I thought it would have been nice to have everyone here for dinner.” “Of course I don’t mind” You said as you put your cup on the coffee table “In this way, I don’t have to run back and forth between my house and yours.” You chuckled. “Are you ladies done with all this gossiping?” Roger asked smiling as he walked into the living room. “Hope you weren’t talking about me.” “Who knows” you joked looking up at him. “Come on” he chuckled offering his hand for you. You smile taking it and get up from the couch. “So, where are we going?” you ask walking to his car. “It's a surprise” Roger smiles still not leaving your hand. When you open the car door you see some blankets on the back seats and a basket with some food. “We’re going to the beach!” You almost yelled for how excited you were. It was yours and Roger favourite place back to when you were teenagers. You always spent time there, after school, when you skipped school, when you wanted to stay alone and escape from anyone else, bringing along some wine and getting drunk. You always did your picnics there, it didn't matter whether it was spring, summer, autumn or winter. Maybe winter was the season you loved the most, you loved taking pictures of Roger as the wind messed with his hair and the tip of his nose became red because of the tip of his nose. His favourite season to go over, though, was summer. Because any time you found an abandoned spot, with no one around, you would just lay there topless and Roger would always snap a picture of you reading a box, staring at the water. And when the evening came closer you would always skinny dip in the water. “So, did order some takeaway?” You joked laying down on the blanket. “Actually I cooked something while you were still sleeping” he smirked and puffed his chest in a funny way “Well, my mom helped but still.” You couldn't help but laugh as you opened your blouse taking it off. You held yourself up on your elbows as you stood there in your bra and shorts, eyes closed facing at the sun. “I missed this place so much.” You mumbled and you felt your boyfriend’s lips tracing a line of kisses down your shoulders. “You're not going to flash me like the old eighteen you would have done?” he giggled against your flesh. “There are kids around” “Bet they've already seen a pair of tits” he bit the strap of your bra. “Not mine and they won’t see it today” you chuckled pushing his head lightly. You closed your eyes again, enjoying the music produced by the waves on the shore when you heard the sound of the click of a camera. “That’s my camera” you chuckled not opening your eyes.  “I know” Roger chuckled “But the sun just hits you in all the right spots and you look so beautiful.” “I think I just got diabetes” you giggled and laid down cuddling in his embrace. “My dad told me to stop by his shop whenever we’ve got time.” You then said as your fingers traced his exposed skin. “He’s got a new box of vinyl for us to take back home in London.” Since you could think, your father had always brought you home vinyl of new bands or new records from famous musicians, anything new that would come in his shop. That’s how you’ve always been updated in music, and when you and Roger moved to London, he didn’t fail to mail you the vinyl every week.

********

You were all sat at the table of Roger’s house having dinner, talking about all the new cities you and Rog have visited, about you possibly becoming the band’s new photographer, about what’s the next country you would love to go when your father decided to bring up a topic you thought have already been clarified “So” he started putting some more food in his plate. “You’ve been together for almost ten years.” You nodded and sighed already knowing what he was about to say. “And I still don’t see any ring on your finger.” “Dad.” You hissed “I thought I already told you what I think.” “Penny, you’re not seventeen anymore. You still haven’t changed your mind?” he retorted under the silent gaze of Winifred who didn’t dare to say her opinion. “I didn’t want to get married then I won’t get married now.” You felt Roger’s hand laid on your tight as his thumb slowly stroked it through your jeans. “It’s just a stupid sign on a stupid paper.” *******

“I can’t believe he really asked about that again” you said as kept pacing back and forth in Roger’s old bedroom. “As if he didn’t know that we don’t want to get married. What was he expecting with that remark? For you to get down on your knee just right there?” you groaned putting your hands through your hair. “Are you even listening to me?” You looked at Roger who was searching for God even knows what. He started to look through the blankets you used at the beach, through the box of vinyl, he moved some bags “Found it” he then smiled widely holding a record. “Well, thank you for confirming that you weren’t listening to a single thing I was saying.” “Sorry love” he moved closer and pecked your lips. “But I had to find my last surprise.”  “Another one?” you frowned looking at him. “You could show more enthusiasm” He replied while he walked to the record player. “I hoped your father still had this one and when I found it at the shop today I just couldn’t help but buy it.” He explained while putting the vinyl on and just after that When a Man Loves a Woman by Percy Sledge started to play. Goosebumps started to form on your arms, you remember perfectly the memory linked to that song. It was in 1966, when you and Roger both were seventeen. You were working at your dad’s shop and it was almost closing time when Rog showed up to keep you company. As usual, he was looking through the records when he then walked to the deck and When a Man Loves a Woman echoed around the room. He quickly was by your side and laid his hands on your hips “Dance with me” he whispered in your ear.  “People could walk in” you chuckled trying to pull away but he held you close “No one will” he mumbled and started to slow dance laying his forehead against your temple. “I give you everything I've got, trying to hold on to your precious love, baby please don't treat me bad” he sang along as your arms were wrapped around his neck and your eyes closed, savouring the moment. “Don’t ever break my heart Penny, I love you too much.” And just like eight years ago, now you were dancing to that song, lost in his touch, in the song, in the moment. “I’m not like your mom” Roger said while holding you. “What?” you frowned looking up at him. “I’m not like her, I won’t run away from you.” You look at him not knowing why he was saying those things. “I know why you don’t want to get married. You are afraid of what your mother did and you don’t want that to happen again. But I’m keen on marrying you if you need a proof that I only want you.” “Rog” you sighed softly. “I don’t need you to put a ring on my finger. I thought you already knew it”  “Lately I feel like I should. I don’t know what I should do to prove that it’s always me, I’m still the old Roger. We are not the same anymore, we’re different and I’m scared of losing you” Your fingers playing with his hair, your eyes not leaving his ones. “I can’t tell you that everything will like before, because something changed in our relationship. But we will make through it, it’s us Roger, we went through so many shit in our lives and we will make through this too. I love you and I will never stop, that’s what matters. It doesn’t matter if we’re having a dark time, I will fight for us. Because you are the only person I want in my life.”  That’s when you felt Roger’s lips on yours making you feel all the love he had for you. You held him closer, running your fingers through his blonde locks without breaking the kiss. His hands started to unbutton your sundress as he slowly walked backwards to the end of his bed. And when you were on his lap, when his lips left kisses on your body, when he thrust into you, when your hands held his ones, when his fingertips were pressed against your back tracing invisible lines, when he kept whispering softly how much he loved you; for the first time after all those months you didn’t think about those women he had sex with. When his hands were on your skin he was touching you, when you were making love he was making love to you. After all that time it was finally only the two of you.

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[clown-bait]

Monster Family (Monster Roommate AU) Ch6

Finally found some time to write! Things have been BONKERS with work and family Ive not had any time to my self. I want to still get stuff out though so heres a poor clown dealing with the aftermath of a night out. He’s not having a good day.

What the hell happened. Eons of existence and for the first time in his long life Pennywise could not for the life of him remember the night before. The clown's eyes creaked open and immediately shut them when the sudden skull splitting "headache" followed. The groan he released was absolutely pathetic. 

"Look who’s finally rejoined the land of the living" he heard his pillow say. 

"Where am I?" He snarled and held his throbbing head. 

"Neibolt, my bed." His mate said as he felt her hand pet his loose unkept hair. Knowing it was his Leech he was curled up to, the eldritch dropped his guard releasing a long puff of warm air as he did so. One of his exhausted arms reached around her swollen waist and he buried his nose into the crook of her neck not wanting to deal with the teasing inevitably to come. He was nude, which didn't bother him now knowing where he was, but he still couldn't figure out how he got here and what exactly led to him being naked and in immense pain. Last thing he could actually remember about the night before was revealing that he could actually become intoxicated and then eating that chocolate "Did we?" He mumbled his powerful demeanor completely shattered by his pitiful tone of voice. 

"You dry humped me for 5 minutes then passed out." His vampire signed. "Your suit was wet and sticky wasn't going to let you sleep on me like that." 

Pennywise simply grunted in response and Leech snorted. "Do you want to hear about the rest of it?"

"There's more?" He whined.

"I'm kinda mad at you and we are no longer allowed at any Applebees in the state of Maine."

The clown groaned against her skin. "What you're experiencing right now is a hangover and if you want me to make it go away I want a full verbal apology now and the rest when you're better."

Pennywise snarled and moved away from her acting like a spoiled child. "I will not grovel for your forgiveness." He bore his teeth at her while holding the side of his head.

"You made out with the wrong girl you're not in a position to argue."

The clown's eyes grew wide with surprise.

"Yeah." Leech sat up smirking triumphantly. "I broke your nose for it and then you drank an entire bottle of champagne after throwing up in an ice bucket!"

"I- my nose?"

"You really have no idea what you did last night do you? This is great I love having this power!"

"You have no power over me!" The eldritch snarled at her in the dimly lit room to which his mate responded by turning on her lamp. Pennywise recoiled in pain from the bright light holding his head and curling dramatically into a ball. 

"Beg to differ Ruffles." Leech grinned shutting off the light. "Tell you what, you make it up to me and I'll delete the footage of you proposing to a lamp."

The clown groaned loudly again scrunching himself tighter in agony. "I promise I'll go easy on you." She purred rubbing his back "you might even enjoy yourself."

"And what do you wish of me?" 

"I want a whole day just you and me whatever I want."

Pennywise let out a long sound of pain. His massive form showing her a side no one living or dead had ever seen. He was vulnerable and small despite being nearly 7ft tall with hands the size of her head. It made the vampire feel pride that he trusted her this deeply.

"Oh come on Pen Im not going to torture you…. too much. I think you can handle 24 hours of being nice to Leech."

"I'm already very nice to you."

"Sure Grumpywise, sit up." 

He did as he was asked and Leech could see the hangover clearly on his painted features. His normally pristine red lines splintered up his faux grease paint skin and his blackened eye makeup was much more exaggerated, accentuating his eye bags. To make things short, he looked like hell. Leech swung her leg over him and placed her thumbs on his massive temples applying gentle pressure as she rubbed them. Pennywise's tired pained eyes relaxed and grew heavy as she soothed him, a purr rumbled in his chest keeping time with her rhythm. "Feel good?" His mate asked him warmly and he responded with a soft grunt of approval. Her fingers stopped after a moment and Pennywise's eyes cracked back open "I'll cure the rest of it if you agree to take me on an I'm really sorry date." The insect growl he let out was menacing to the untrained ear but Leech knew her mate well enough to know that was a yes. She leaned in and kissed him deeply then left his warmth to grab something on her nightstand. "This will be nasty for you but it'll kick your ass into functioning again. We'll grab some doughnuts for you to cover the empty stomach for now." The drink she handed him smelled wrong and had a foul color not unlike gray water. The clown bared his teeth at the cup. "Trust your bartender Ruffles." Leech pushed the glass into his hands "she loves you very much."

"You're going to poison me again." He growled.

"You want to feel better? Drink." She insisted and punctuated her words with a soft kiss to his cheek. "Hold your nose and gulp it" Pennywise winced pinching his red nose and knocking the beverage back swallowing hard. After his fangs shot forward past his tongue which hung out in utter disgust. 

"Good now drink this for the taste" his mate handed him a colorful sports drink which he completely devoured, the sugar indeed helping with whatever it was he just ingested. Her hand fell onto his belly rubbing it a few times as she combed his loose hair. "Feel better?" 

Pennywise grunted stubbornly. 

"That didn't sound too convincing frowny-clowny!" His mate teased him nuzzling his nose completely unafraid of the eater of worlds at his worst and most vulnerable. Pennywise snarled and shoo-ed her away baring his fangs in an empty threat. "I got one more cure to make you better Ruffles." She purred crawling back to him.

"What?" He spat and watched her with weary eyes.

"Some good old fashioned tender," her leg swung over his waist. "Loving," hands ran back through his mess of orange hair and her lips leaned in close to his own. "Care." Leech barely got out before making contact moaning softly against his lips. The clown's facial features were of annoyance but there was no denying the rumbly purr rising from his chest and the way his gloved hand slid down her spine to rest inside her shorts. He couldn't say no to something as sweet as this, maybe this wasn't too awful.

Hours later the boogeyman of Derry reclined outside of a changing room, sporting sunglasses over his eyes to block the sting of the store's stale fluorescent lights. He watched giggling potential teenage meals pass by and stifled a ravenous whine in his throat. A few of them even stopped to check him out which made his already ill human form gag a bit at the thought. "How much longer?" He complained wanting to growl at another pack of humans like a junkyard dog. He settled for maggots in their fancy blended coffees instead. Their squeals of terror brought a smug grin to his face and a rumble to his stomach. 

“Alright opinions on the shirt.” finally his mate’s voice called to him from the entrance of the changing room

“It looks fine.” the eldritch mumbled barely interested.

“You didn't even look in my direction Pen.”

Pennywise groaned and turned his head, then let out a high pitched noise of anger at the sight of the sea turtle across his mate’s chest. “I change my mind!” he snarled recoiling in disgust. Leech cackled hard enough to snort and wheeze at his reaction. The more she learned about her love's mysterious ways the more she was able to push his buttons. The power trip alone felt amazing. 

“Pen are you saying this doesn't look good on me? That's not very nice at all for you to say!” 

A row of fangs split through Robert Gray’s handsome human face. “Remember you promised to be nice to me today Wuffles.” his mate’s sharp front teeth glinted at him as she adjusted her sore swollen breasts in the shirt. It felt blasphemous that two of his favorite things had to be adorned by such a disgusting creature.  

“Love is suffering.” he shut his eyes and groaned struggling with restraint to tear the offending garment from his mate’s body. 

“Are you admitting to being a masochist?” she teased him that sly grin almost daring him to lose his temper. Instead the eldritch huffed and spun her around marching her back to her changing room and swatting her rear playfully to get her to go in. 

“That's your kink dear.” he said flatly resting his long arms over the railing of the stall and eyeing her with expectation.  

“Seem to recall you rather enjoying last girl's night when you let me use my claws on your ass.” 

“Wednesday is the only day I will allow such things, and make no mistake darling, I'm still always in control.” his features grew dark and his perfect upturned nose twitched in a way she could see the little dimples above his nostrils. She hated when he did that and he knew it did things to her. 

“Why are you even still here? This is the ladies changing room.” she attempted to chide him and Robert arched a brow in that oh so Pennywise way. 

“One can argue that I am female,”

“In your true from yes. But right now Robert Gray is about to get me kicked out of the Derry mall for perving.”

The eldritch rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him, his massive form making the small stall feeling slightly claustrophobic. “Better?” he smirked as he twirled a lock of her fake platinum hair around his finger. 

“No! How am I supposed to change with your giant ass in here?” 

“You can always let me-”

“Oh no you don't! We still have a whole date to get through and I'm not done annoying you just yet.” 

Robert whined and sat down on the bench pulling her by the hips a bit “just a bite then. The sooner that offensive garment is gone the better.”

“You're really bothered by it aren't you?” Leech smirked and allowed him to man handle her just a bit. After all saying no to him was incredibly difficult.

“It's one thing to cover my queen in this disgusting image but my unborn young as well? Blasphemy.”

“Mmm blasphemy my favorite thing.” the vampire hummed as her mate’s fingers pushed under her shirt feeling the curve of her swollen belly with reverence.

“I'm well aware.” he purred drawing his lips closer to her, pushing the shirt up further. She stopped him before he could get to her breasts, pushing his hunger filled hands back down and earning herself an annoyed groan from her eldritch.

"Close your eyes.”

“Why?” he demanded and pouted like a child. 

“Because I'm wearing a surprise under this and you cant see till later."

“Surprise me now then”

“Pen if you want to have fun with this you're gonna have to trust me and wait.” she kissed him anyway and the needy whine he let out was almost enough to convince her to change her mind. “Don't look ok?” he didn't say anything but he did obediently close his human form's hungry silver eyes. Leech put her hand over them as she quickly removed the clothing she was trying on just in case. Pennywise was definitely the type to peek at his presents early. She took her hand away when she was down to only her panties and immediately she felt herself being grabbed and kissed with ferocity. It's not like he hadn't seen all this before but Leech wouldn't lie that his reaction to her semi nude form was a major confidence boost. “Fuck Pen,” she mumbled into him feeling fangs in his mouth and claws at her back. “Hold out for just a little while longer for me.”

The creature hissed and held her tighter. “Come on Ruffles trust me its worth it.” 

Robert Gray returned to what could be considered normal while pouting a bit as his mate got dressed pulling her hoodie over her wig to protect herself from any sunlight. The eldritch scooped up her wanted clothes rather impatiently and patted his lap motioning for her to sit. 

"Are you endorsing shoplifting?" Leech raised an eyebrow at him and smiled mischievously 

"I'm being nice" Robert shrugged. "you were going to try it anyway dear, my way is quicker."

"I'm starting to like when you're nice." Leech smiled and got comfy her arms holding tight around his neck. "Home please."

"Don't get too used to it, I have plans for you tonight sweet thing." He purred against the soft fabric of her hood. 

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"You'll have to wait its a surprise!" He giggled and poofed them out of the store leaving tags and a discarded turtle shirt where they once sat.

#pennywise #pennywise fanfiction #horror fanfiction #pennywise x oc #pennywise fluff #monster roommate au

[angelstrenchcoat-67]

The Guy in Apartment 512

Pairing: Au!Destiel

Warnings: None just fluff

Summary: Cas has had a crush on his neighbor down the hall for a while now but he never had the courage to talk to him... until now.

Author's note: I wrote this story like two years ago but I never had the courage to post it (I posted it and then I deleted it). I love the different ships that we have thanks to Supernatural so just because this is about Destiel doesn't mean that I don't like other ships, I intend on writing about other ones. I got the inspiration for this because there was a latina singer named Selena Quintanilla and my mom is a huge fan of her so while we were driving, we were listening to her song called "El chico del apartamento 512" which in english translates to "The Guy from the Apartment 512". And while I was listening to it, I pictured it with Dean and Cas and I thought it was super cute so I came up with this. Hopefully you'll like it. 

Today is one of those days where the weather is too cold, the bed too warm and my motivation close to 0. I shift my face so that the light coming through the window no longer hits me, but my ways of avoiding to wake up become useless when Chuck, my cat, decides to sit on my face.

"Hey, buddy" I speak again his furry skin. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

He gives me a severe side eye before licking his paw and settling his head in the covers of my bed.

"Chuck, I have to go to class" I apologize as I grab him and set him next to me. "As much as I enjoy your random acts of love, I'll have to pass"

He glares at me before rolling over, stomach facing the ceiling. I look at my night stand where the clock is beaming a red light, telling me I only have one hour to get ready.

I move to my closet, grabbing my favorite trench coat, black jeans and since the day is getting colder by the minute, I throw a brown scarf with burgundy details I got from my brother for Christmas. I take the quickest shower so that I can have a proper breakfast. I leave some food for Chuck before finally locking the apartment door behind me.

"Oh, Castiel" Hannah, my next door neighbor is leaving her apartment, too. "How've you been?"

"I'm doing good, how about you?" I reply as we wait for the elevator door to open.

"Pretty good, thanks for asking" She beams at me as we enter the elevator. "I was wondering if we cou-"

"Hey, could you hold that for me?" Someone shouts from the hallway and I already know who it is.

We have been meeting up like this. In the elevator, the hallway, the lobby. We never get passed the polite greeting because I'm always too nervous to even breath.

I freeze at the sound of his voice so it's Hannah who presses the button to hold the elevator.

"Thanks" He smiles politely at her and the looks at me. "Good morning"

"Good morning" I say under my breath as I look down on my feet.

"First floor?" He asks us and Hannah nods since I'm unable to.

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It's around 3 pm when I'm setting foot back on the lobby after a long school day. Charlie, the girl at the main office smiles brightly at me as she motions me to come closer.

"You got mail" She smiles before turning around to grab a few letters from the counter behind her. "You always forget to get it so it has been pilling up for a while now"

"Yeah, I always come directly to the apartment or leave on a rush" I grab it as someone enter the lobby, the wind from outside hitting my back.

"Hey, Dean" Charlie beams and I look around to see the guy and instantly feel my knees go weak.

So his name is Dean.

"Hey" He smiles at her and the looks at me. "Oh, it looks like we keep running into each other"

"I-I.. ah, yeah" I manage to say which makes him chuckle.

"See ya around" He winks at me and gives Charlie a playful smile before heading towards the elevator.

I follow him with my eyes without even noticing until Charlie snaps me out of it.

"He's name is Dean" She has a smirk playing on her face. "He lives in the 512"

"Are you aloud to tell me that?" I squint my eyes softly, making her laugh.

"Are you allowed to have pets in the building?" She says and I open my eyes widely. "Don't worry, I wont tell if you don't"

"You are too smart for your own good" I chuckle before stepping away from the counter. "See ya"

"Bye" She replies with a funny tone in her voice.

I walk to the elevator where I find Dean resting against the wall, looking at his phone. He looks up when I'm close enough for him to hear my steps.

"The elevator was going up as I got here but the old lady didn't hold it for me so I'm still waiting for it" He explains and I just nod, to nervous to try to even speak.

I try to focus my eyes on anything other than him. I try not to stare at his green apple eyes or his soft hair. Or the way the flannel hugs his muscles. Or the-

The elevator bell snaps me out of my trance before I start to drool.

"Same floor, right?" He looks at me as he presses the 5 on the board of the elevator.

"Yes" I find the words to answer but I cannot say anything more than that.

We stand in an awkward silence as the elevator goes through every floor before finally reaching the fifth.

The doors open in front of us and he steps out of the elevator first, looking back at me as I walk out. "It was good seeing you"

"Ah, yeah you too" I reply quickly before basically running down the hallway towards my apartment.

I open the door slowly in case Chuck is near so he wont scape. "Buddy, I'm back"

I walk in, throwing my bag at the coffee table of the living room. Chuck is laying on top of the couch, completely ignoring me. "But it's not like you care"

I turn to my studio, where an unfinished painting is standing in front of me. I look back at it, debating wether I should finish it or not.

It was looking good but I had no idea what I was going to do with it. I had finished the green eyes which came out even better than I expected, but of course not as mesmerizing as the originals.

"Since I started it, I might as well just finish it" I pull the wooden chair closer to the painting, grabbing my paint brushes.

——

"Wow" Charlie's voice startles me as I'm holding the painting in my hands.

"Charlie" I gasp turning back around to find her smirking as she checks my painting. "How did you get in?"

"The door was opened" She shrugs as I squint my eyes at her. "Or it wasn't. We'll never know"

"You cannot walk in on people's apartment without permission" I place the painting face down even though I know Charlie already saw it.

"And you shouldn't make paintings of your sexy neighbors" She turns around, walking to the living room.

"Uh, that's not- I mean, it's just-"

"Chill, Casie" She flops on my couch, grabbing an unwilling Chuck between her arms. "I think you did an amazing job, it's really cool"

"Er- thanks, I guess" I move my weight from one feet to the other.

"So when are you going to give it to him?" She looks up at me and I feel my cheeks flush.

"Never" I walk past her into the kitchen, trying to focus my attention on making dinner.

"Wait, why?" I don't see her but I hear her steps getting closer until she appears at the other side of the kitchen counter.

"One, Because I'm not good with human interactions and-"

"But you and I have great conversations" She pouts.

"That's because I'm not attracted to your type" I chuckle as she rolls her eyes.

"Don't say type like we are some sort of dog breed" She scolds me, taking a seat in the chairs of the kitchen counter.

"And two, he is not interested in me" I start chopping the first thing that I find which happens to be an apple.

"When did you ask him?" She looks at me, already knowing the answer. After a couple of dead seconds, Charlie laughs. "That's what I thought"

"I don't even know if he is gay" I keep chopping the apple, practically turning it into smash.

"Dean? Oh, please. He is as gay as they come" She rolls her eyes, waving a hand. "The only straight thing about him is his hair"

"What?" I put my knife down, looking intently at Charlie. "How do you know?"

"My gay-dar" She replies simply and then laughs at my clueless face. "My gay radar, Cas"

"Sure" I pretend that I understand her and go back to the apple.

"I'm done" She turns around, joining me in the kitchen as she pulls a coat. "You are going to leave that apple alone and you are going to his apartment and talk to him"

"But-"

"No buts, Castiel" She glares at me as she pushes me out of the apartment and closing the door behind me. "Name your first kid after me as a form of thanking me"

I'm left alone in the hallway, with my heart beating out of my chest, debating wether to run away from the building or throwing myself of the window.

No, Castiel. Charlie is right, at least you have to try. With my hands sweating and my heart drumming in my ears, I slowly make my way down the hall. I stop almost every 5 seconds, questioning if I should do it or not. I keep with that debate until I reach the door with the number 512 in gold.

"Ok, here goes nothing" I knock on the door softly at first but even I was unable to hear myself so I do it again, louder this time.

About a minute passes and I'm ready to sprint back to my apartment but then the door opens. A super tall shirtless guy appears in front of me, with soft brown hair that reaches his jawline, matching with his caramel eyes. He is sweating and barely holding his breath and suddenly my heart sinks. Of course Dean would have a hot boyfriend. I mean, what was I thinking?

"Hey" He greets me with a soft nod. "Sorry it took me so long, I was-"

"You know what? Don't worry. Actually, excuse me, I think I got the wrong apartment" I try to sound as neutral as possible but there's definitely a little shakiness in my voice. I turn around to leave when the handsome big foot calls my attention again.

"Were you looking for my brother?" He asks me when I face him again.

And suddenly I feel like the dumbest person in the building. And the happiest. So Dean is not dating the handsome sasquatch.

"I-I think so" I reply back and I see him start grinning.

"Dean" He shouts over his shoulder. "He is here"

"Who's here?" I hear Dean's voice in the back, along with his footsteps.

"The guy you are always talking about, the one that you said had dreamy blue-"

"Heey" Dean reaches the door, nudging his brother who just smirks back. "Why don't you go finish your work out, Sammy?"

Dean glares at his brother, who's name is Sam I suppose, but tries to hide it with a smile.

"It was nice meeting you" Sam chuckles and turns around, leaving us alone.

"I apologize for Sam, he can be a little bit... Well he can be too Sam at times" Dean laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"Uh, don't worry" I try to speak more but suddenly I get too nervous as those green eyes are staring back at me. "I-I, mmm, so-"

"Do you wanna go grab a coffee or something?" He does a half smile, waiting for my answer but when he is looking at me that way, I cannot speak so instead I just nod.

"That's the answer I was hoping for" He winks at me as he grabs his coat and closes the door behind him. "Shall we?"

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Soooo this happened lol. I hope you guys like this. I know I said that Matchmakers was my first work ever but this is actually the first thing I ever wrote like two years ago. Hope you like it!! I'm not going to tag anyone on this because I don't know who likes Destiel and who doesn't. Let me know what you think❤️

#destiel fluff #destiel #destiel fanfiction #destiel angst #dean x castiel #supernatural #au!destiel #castiel x dean #dean x cas #cas x dean

[queensofrap]

The Year of Cardi B - She went from stripping to becoming the breakout star of 2017. So what's she worried about?

Cardi B is butt-naked in the doorway of her hotel bathroom, yelling about her vagina. On a mid-October evening, she's readying herself for a college show in Baltimore, and the toiletries provided by the hotel aren't to her liking. "That soap gave me the yeast infection of 2017!" she hollers in her thick Bronx accent. "My pussy was burnin' like a Mexican taco!"

It takes all of 10 seconds in Cardi B's presence to be reminded of the sheer force and hilarity of her personality. Simply being Cardi B, at maximum volume, made her a star – first on Instagram, then on the VH1 reality show Love & Hip-Hop: New York – before she'd recorded any music at all, let alone knocked Taylor Swift from the top of the pop charts with the sly swagger of her single "Bodak Yellow." She is the people's diva – or "the strip-club Mariah Carey," as she once rapped – unfiltered in a way the world often doesn't allow female stars to be. In a culture reshaped by streaming and social media, where the kids, without much corporate nudging, get to decide who the stars are, Cardi B is what you get.

Yesterday, Cardi turned 25.
 She took a rare day off, hanging
 with her entire family – sister, parents, cousins – at her mother's house. But she missed her boyfriend (now fiancé), Offset of Migos, who was touring in Australia. "I was sad, because it's like, 'Oh, my gosh, I'm not getting no dick on my birthday,'" says Cardi, whose bedazzled acrylic nails are decorated with tiny reproductions of Offset paparazzi shots. "But I wasn't going to get dick on my birthday anyway, because I got my period."

She finds a cleanser she can deal with and hops into the shower, before slipping into a bright-red spacesuit-inspired Milano di Rouge jumpsuit, complete with a yellow patch that reads "Safe sex saves lives," part of the designer's anti-HIV initiative. She glances at it and arches her eyebrows. "Girl," she says, "I don't even use a condom."

It may not seem like it, but this is actually a newer, more cautious Cardi B. After a few social-media controversies – including when she was justly called out for a since-deleted tweet that referred to Kim Jong Un as "Won Tung Soup" – she is trying to learn to hold back a bit. "I used to tell myself that I will always be myself," she says. But she worries that she's going back on that vow. "Little by little, I'm feeling like I'm getting trapped and muted."

Her life is changing fast. She put out her first mixtape, Gangsta Bitch Music, Vol. 1, in March last year, back when she was still Love & Hip-Hop's breakout star. It was a gloriously raw and raunchy introduction that cashed in on her TV catchphrases with songs like "Washpoppin'" and "Foreva." She released Vol. 2 in January this year, five months before announcing a major-label contract with Atlantic Records.

In June came "Bodak Yellow," named in homage to Florida rapper Kodak Black, whose song "No Flockin'" inspired its flow. "Bodak Yellow" is an unlikely Number One: a tough trap song with zero concessions to the mainstream, or even anything like a conventional pop hook. In a year when the youth power of streaming services, which now count toward chart positions, is changing the very meaning of pop, she's become the first female rapper to score a solo Number One since Lauryn Hill in 1998. Not bad for someone who initially pursued rapping as a way to monetize her reality fame. ("I said, 'TV don't make you rich,'" recalls her manager, Shaft, who once produced Lil' Kim. "'You gotta sell something! Waist trainers, hair, something.'")

The pressure is building. Her once-carefree social-media presence has drifted toward moody reflections about the downsides of fame. She's stressed about creating a debut album – the very word "album" makes her wince – that can live up to "Bodak Yellow" and the best of her mixtape tracks, not to mention the challenge of creating singles that can keep her on the charts and avoid one-hit-wonderdom. There is a chorus of doubters in her head, she acknowledges, and it sounds something like this: "Can she make another hit, can she make another hit?"

She fears failure, and paints a vivid picture of what it might look like: "If you go broke and lose your career, it's bad – and everybody is talkin' shit about it! At least if you lose your 9-to-5 you don't got millions of people judging you and talking shit while you lost your job."

Seven years ago, Cardi B was convinced she'd already failed at life. To please her mom, she was studying at a Manhattan community college with plans to become a history teacher. Born Belcalis Almanzar, she'd grown up in the Bronx's Highbridge neighborhood, and she was struggling to survive financially on her own. "It was just very sad," she says, uncharacteristically subdued. She's in the back seat of a black SUV on her way to a performance at Baltimore's Morgan State University, and the college setting is bringing back memories. "It was very frustrating – you have to pay for everything. When I finally got a job at Amish Market, I had to debate, 'Do I wanna go to class or do I wanna finish my shift?'"

She dropped out after two semesters, and soon took up stripping – a career move helpfully suggested by her Amish Market boss. "A lot of people wonder, 'Why would anybody want to be a dancer?'" she says. "Because there's money!" She used some of her stripping cash to briefly return to school. "I kept missing classes," she says, "and quit because I felt like I was already failing. It was such a disappointment."

Her strict Trinidadian mother worked seven days a week at a local college; her Dominican father, who separated from her mom when Cardi was 13, was "the cool parent," she says. For Cardi, his experience doing "different things in the streets" was a cautionary tale. "That's why I be so careful with my money and always try to invest. I see people who have it all and then lose it."

As a kid, Cardi had a sense that she was destined to do something creative, which led her to a performing-arts school on the Bronx's east side. She tried acting and singing (though she was convinced all of her classmates were better), wrote some poetry. But she'd also crack up friends and boyfriends by rewriting songs by, say, Beyoncé to make them "waaay sluttier." That hobby caught Shaft's attention years later, leading him to encourage her to pursue rapping seriously.

Until then, Cardi B relied on her abilities to charm and to hustle to pay the bills. And it worked: She quickly broke 100,000 Instagram followers in her strip-club days, expanding outward from her loyal customers, mostly on the strength of playful videos – "sucking dick" and scamming men were favored topics.

After Shaft suggested rapping, he began making beats for her at home, and helped her find a lyrical voice that matched the charm of her delivery.

But Cardi – who calls herself "a negative person" – had to overcome her own skepticism. She thought hard about her subject matter (her first single: "Stripper Hoe"), determined to defy haters "expecting me to drop something trash. It just made me, like, 'Aha, I gotta study these other rappers,'" she says. "Study how to do something different from them. You know all these female rappers, they talking about they money, they talking about they cars, so it's like, what's something that I enjoy? I enjoy fights!"

A few hours after the show, Cardi B is back in her hotel room, still wearing her red jumpsuit. She's curled up in the bed, blankets piled on top of her, talking about the future in a tone that's almost resigned. "I cannot turn my life back around," she muses. "I'm already a public figure, I'm famous. … It's like, I might as well keep it going, might as well make the money. People are always going to talk shit – I cannot make myself unfamous."

She's faced an impressively varied set of criticisms and unsolicited opinions. She's been accused of not being a real lyricist ("I'm not trying to be"); of somehow "not being black" because of her Latina heritage and light skin ("It gets to the point that you ask yourself, 'Damn, what the fuck am I?'"); of sleeping her way to the top ("I always had sex appeal – and niggas still give me a hard time"). The rapper Azealia Banks has quarreled with her, but Cardi B has tried hard not to play into the narrative that female rappers can't get along. "It's not even the female rappers that are catty, it's the fans," she says. "They just want that beef."

Her in-progress album is never far from her thoughts. "I got six, seven solid songs that I like, but I wonder if a month from now, I'm going to change my mind." All the looming expectations, she admits, are making it harder to come up with songs. "It's not as fun to do music," she says. "My mind doesn't flow as free 'cause I have so much on my mind."

She's aiming to mix the Spanish and reggae music of her youth with the trap sound that's inescapable at the moment, putting in late nights with her "Bodak Yellow" producer, J. White, and dancehall specialist Rvssian. She freely acknowledges she's chasing hits. "It's so sad to say, and I don't want to be the one to say it, but you gotta follow the trend," she says. "This generation loves to get high. They love to be on drugs. This is why they on that shit: They don't want to think about what you're saying."

She cites Kendrick Lamar and J. Cole as rappers who still write brilliant, conscious lyrics – some part of her might want to try to follow suit, but she feels like she couldn't get away with it. "A bitch like me, it might not work out for me," she says, "so I'm going to stick to trapping."

It's barely past midnight in Cardi's hotel room, and she is already exhausted. "I'm an old-ass girl now," she says with a sigh, head on a pillow. For all her outrageousness – she finished her show tonight by hopping offstage and twerking in the audience – she's not much of a partier. She stopped smoking weed at 21 because it interfered with her increasing fame and accompanying schedule. She had taken Molly as a confidence booster before stripping but doesn't need it anymore. She rarely drinks. "If I drink," she says, "it's like, my man is gonna be around, and I'm gonna have sex."

She's been with Offset since a chance meeting with him in New York in February – just after Migos scored their own Number One with "Bad and Boujee." "We polish each other," she says, noting they confer on music-biz questions. "I could always ask him, 'Do you think this is OK to do? Do you think I'm getting tricked?'"

She hasn’t been shy about the ups and downs in her relationship with Offset, like the night in October when she seemed to break up and make up with him on Instagram in the course of several hours. She also hasn’t been shy about her intentions to marry him — and, a few days before Halloween, Offset made her dreams come true, popping the question at a Philly concert with a raindrop-shaped ring. She knows she wants to have a family. "I need to make money for my family and my future family," she says. "I'm not a YOLO person. I think 25 years from now. I think about my future kids, future husband, future house."

And where exactly will she be in 25 years? She smiles dreamily, and says, "I see myself cursin' at my kids."

#cardi b #rap #rolling stone magazine #hiphop #hip hop #female rapper #female rap #rapper

[nicolecadet]

Digital Walkthrough – Dragon Thrall

From April 2007.  Nowadays I tend to completely work in Photoshop CS, but many of the techniques are the same no matter the software. This is a fairly rambly post as it's taken from notes I made while painting. This is NOT the way I work for client work!!!!! This was a personal face study that I built a painting around. I now plan things!

This painting was completely unplanned. It started out as a gothic vampire piece… ended up something completely different! These are some of the notes I posted to LiveJournal while painting, and subsequently featured in February 2008’s EMG-Zine.

Normally it’s a good idea to plan a painting. You should work out your composition details, color schemes, lighting sources and other technical details, but sometimes it’s more fun just to get in there and paint! Some of my best paintings have been the result spontaneity, experimentation and sheer desperation to fix a mistake! It started out as an exercise in skin tones, turned into a modern vampire piece and ended up having dragons! Hopefully you’ll learn a few things about why planning can be useful, as well as why it can also be fun to follow the rambling path your muse sets you on!

A few thoughts on digital art and painting software:

There is a plethora of information on digital art available online. This article isn’t a basic A+B=C tutorial. It’s more a discussion on the creative process I employ while painting digitally. For this article you will need a basic understanding of Adobe Photoshop or similar software and have access to a digital graphics tablet (or be really good with a mouse!). Access to Corel Painter would be handy too, however you can get similar effects in Photoshop with a bit of experimentation and practice.

I use Photoshop and Painter together. I’m not going to argue about which one’s better – because frankly it’s like comparing a banana with a pineapple! They’re both graphic software programs, however they’re designed for completely different purposes. Photoshop is an editing tool which you can paint with. Painter is purely designed for painting, with a few editing tools thrown in. With each new incarnation the blurring of these definitions decreases. I’m sure that if you experimented enough, you could probably get the result you want in either software.

Setting up the canvas

I started the painting as an exercise in skin tones. I hadn’t worked in Painter for a while and thought it was time to flex those painting muscles again. Unfortunately some versions of Painter can cause files to corrupt in native Painter file format (pre-version 5), so I recommend that you either create your file in Photoshop first, or save the files in Photoshop format (*.PSD extension)

Just like painting on paper or canvas, a blank canvas can be very intimidating. I always lay down a color of some type on the background layer just because it’s something to start with. When you plan a painting it’s a good idea to think about the lighting in regards to the background. If you are painting a scene which is sunny, then a warm yellow or warm blue might be a good choice. If you’re thinking about a night scene then start with a dark indigo or a cool blue. If it’s in a forest you may want to think about a green, while a snow-filled landscape may require a pale lavender-blue color.

As I said, this was a practice for skin tones so I decided on a dark maroon to pick up the dark tones in the hair (I’d planned on painting a redhead). Most of the time I apply a lighting filter, or a gradient to make it more interesting – kind of give it a focal point.

The first character I sketch on a separate layer to the background/ canvas. When painting directly onto the computer with a graphics tablet I generally start with a few lines to work out the placement of the head, eyes, mouth, nose and ears. I then work out a few ‘base’ colors that I will use for the skin. I place ‘dabs’ of the color I use regularly somewhere on the canvas:

A mid pinky-brown color – the base color

A pale yellow/ pink color for highlights

A redder tone of the base color used for cheeks and nose area

A purple version of the base color for shadowing

A darker brown-pink for the deep shadows

A light pink-purple (not shown) for blending in areas where the skin is fine and the veins show through.

In later versions of Painter you get a tool called a ‘mixer’ where you can place dabs of colour and create variants using the mixing tools. If you are having difficulties with colours try using the colour picker on real photographs and see what ‘real’ skin colours look like. You’ll probably be quite surprised!

Once I have the colours and some lines down I begin to paint. For this face I used Painter’s digital Airbrush set at about set at about 10% opacity, 100% Resat, 0% bleed and 0% jitter. I vary the brush size from about 150, right down to 2 or 3. I spent about 2 hours to get to this stage.

 A few notes on skin tones:

Every person has a different skin tone and texture – we’re not all a standard ‘flesh tone’, straight from the tube

Men and women also have slight variations in colouring

Different nationalities have different skin tones. Some have ruddy complexions, others a yellow undertone, while some have dark skin. Study photographs, place them next to each other and note the differences

Skin tones reflect the colours around them. If you are wearing a purple shirt, you will get some reflection under your chin depending on the lighting. If you are standing next to a yellow wall, the side facing the wall will reflect the yellow.

The colour of the lighting impacts on skin highlights and shadows. If you use a yellow light, the shadows of the skin are generally the complementary colour (in this case purple).

 One thing I remember reading (Don Seegmiller in his book Digital Character Design and Painting) was the fact that the strip across the nose section of the face is pinker than the rest, while under the eyes should be purplish-blue as the skin is so delicate here. I recommend his book for color theory, regardless of the painting medium! In fantasy art, the ability to create convincing skin tones in important, particularly if painting something like a Drow, or even an alien with blue skin

Adding the hair

Hair is basically made from 4 colours which I vary the opacity and size of the bush. The illustration below shows the four colours and the way I build up the hair.

A mid tone

A light tone

A dark tone

A very light tone for the highlights

Why having no ‘theme’ for a painting can be a problem!

Like most sketches where I don’t think about anything much except picking up the ‘paintbrush’, I get to a point where I start wondering about things like ‘does she want straight or wavy hair’, ‘does she wear modern or old fashioned clothes?’, ‘what the heck do I do with the background?’.

At this point I was listening to rock music and it was about midnight so I decided it should be a vampire/ gothic piece. Originally it was just going to be a strapless dress but it ‘felt’ wrong. I added a leather jacket and a cameo choker. I planned on having a night sky, maybe the silhouette of a building. This means that dark blue is going to have to replace the maroon canvas colour. A guy is going to be behind her, all ‘vampy’ and hopefully pretty good looking! I took a break and came back to the painting after some food. I’d been working for about two or three hours and realised that I’d changed the angle of her torso mid painting which is why it is looking odd. This is why it’s a good idea to plan your painting before you begin! You can waste a lot of time working on something, only to realise there is an inherent flaw in the drawing. So I really had a think about where the painting was going… which was feeling like the great digital dustbin in the sky!

Unfortunately I only had a clear picture of the character’s faces so I was basically very aimless when painting. I get bored with details so I moved onto the male character. I knew I’d have to revisit the female character but something was really bothering me about her and I didn’t want to think about it too deeply. I spent about 2 hours working on the guy. Notice that his skin base is slightly more yellow. Guys’ faces are also more angular than females (generally) so I painted in a more aggressive manner, not blending as smoothly as for the female. I also added in some texturing with a ‘captured bristle’ brush.

A note on photo-references:

When I work from photo references I try to avoid working directly from one reference for copyright reasons. Each painting I’ll often work from at least half a dozen images (which I normally collect AFTER I’ve made the initial sketch). I also have a huge collection of images that I’ve harvested from the net, reference books/ CDs, personal photo references. 

I also like working with greyscale images and using small images so I can’t rely upon them too heavily. This way I can make the colour up on the fly. I also find that it helps to practice sketching in greyscale. You focus on rendering the form rather than colours, which teaches you a lot about volume, lighting and texture.

Back to the painting

I spent another 2 hours on this (up to about 10-12 hours now). I kind of became obsessed with finishing his face. I put him in a leather jacket and white shirt and played around with where his arm should go, ultimately deleting it. I changed the background colour to a near black colour while I was playing with things. I’m still not convinced about what’s going on in the painting. But I’m happy to let my mood decide what’s going to happen. I enjoy these kinds of paintings because I just let the paintbrush take me where it wills. However it’s getting to the stage where I will need to decide if I’m going to do something with this painting, or just file it as an experiment.

 I’ve got more details to do… tidying up his eyebrows, giving his skin some texture around the jaw line, finalising his nose and lips, and one of his eyes is slightly off (shadowing and shape’s wrong… but I’ll fix that up later.)

Vampire goes Renaissance?

I’m heavily influenced by music. When I paint I listen to a variety of music, and often it can influence what I paint. I stopped listening to my Dishwalla album and put on Medieaval Baebes… at which time I thought to myself ‘this is just two people standing together, there’s no fantasy here’. So the painting went Venetian 16th century!

I’ve obsessed over historical costume for as long as I can remember and one of my favourite paintings is Rafael’s La Donna Velata. I deleted the leather jacket and replaced it with a front-laced bodice over a creamy chemise. This costume was popular with working classes as it was comfortable and didn’t get caught up while working. I think it is important to think about the clothes you put your characters in… it is part of their story. It can suggest what they do and their status in society, it can also indicate if they’re light and fluffy, or rigidly straight-laced.

A few hours work went into the dress. It’s not finished yet. This is only the basic form. I’m debating about patterns and colours. The more elaborate fabrics tended to be used a few decades after this dress style was popular, and only by the wealthy, but it’s fantasy so I guess I can do what I like!

Working out the background:

I have decided a night sky doesn’t suit the lighting of the characters, so I’ll do a dawn/ dusk sky. I flicked through some reference shots of skies and started laying down some colours in Photoshop with a large airbrush tool. Not much I can say about skies except for the light will reflect on the characters, which is why it’s not a strong sunlit scene. In this low light there won’t be much reflection or shadow.

I’m still playing around with the idea of having a column behind the male character. The sky’s getting close to being completed. I’ll start looking at the lighting in the painting later on… normally that’s something I do in the planning stages for a *proper* painting. It’s up to about 200MB… time to save a new copy and collapse a few layers I think.

On a side note, I’m not happy with the poses or placement of the characters. They’re too rigid. There’s no connection between them, I need to bring them together somehow. I’ve started to realise the girl’s body looks too small and much too straight on for her head. I’m going to have to repaint whole chunks which will be a lot of extra work. You can do this with digital, however if I’d planned the painting I wouldn’t have to be ‘fixing mistakes’ at this late stage!

I added some columns and moved the characters closer together. Each character is on a separate layer and I often take a copy of a layer to do the modifications (in case I muck it up!) I also do iterative saves… I have 7 versions of this file from various ‘major’ points from within the painting.

I like the placement better than the previous version, but I know that I’m going to have difficulties with his arm placement. I also don’t like her headpiece. I haven’t spent much time on it, but it just looks wrong – far too elaborate. I’ve got a feeling that she’s not the kind of girl to wear masses of jewellery! The pose is still disjointed. Why is she moving away from him? It doesn’t exactly look like a comfortable pose. Is he trying to put on her cloak, take it off, or strangle her? When you paint, you have to think about how the painting could be interpreted.

The home stretch

Unfortunately I sat down and painted in one marathon session (without taking saves part ways through). Inspiration struck and all at once I knew exactly how the painting had to look. All the missing elements fell into place. I had the narrative that went with the painting, I knew why they were standing together. The pose was vital to the scene. I think it is important to know ‘why’ things are the way they are. Sometimes it can be as simple as ‘because it looked right’ or ‘because I want the viewer to feel scared’, but with more narrative pieces, the ones that work best tend to make every piece of the painting into something vital to understanding the whole piece… like clues in a mystery novel.

I ended up moving her directly under his chin and slightly curved into his body and moved his arm so he’s supporting her, rather than embracing her. The sky remained unchanged however the bottom needed a focal point – it was too empty. The forest and cliffs are a scene I’ve used in numerous paintings… they are like an old friend – something quick and easy.The lake came next, and the glow lights (which have no real meaning, but they ‘fit’ with the mood of ‘magic in the air’). It still was looking empty. In the story in my head the character’s connection is through dragons. I’d already planned on giving the female character a dragon necklace and the male character golden eyes, however I think a more ‘literal’ representation of the dragon was needed. The placement was deliberate in that I wanted the viewer to follow the motion from the dragon to the characters and back around.

Often when I’m working without reference (like I did for their poses, I try to work out their bodies in their entirety. Even though it still looks a little ‘wrong’, because of the angle of his body, his shoulder is right behind her hair. I tried extending his shoulder but it didn’t look right either.

I added an Overlay layer to do some lighting along the side of the girl’s head and the columns. There are 13 layers in the final version (after I collapsed the multiple character layers from the previous version).

I thought I was finished. I posted it online, added it to a few galleries, but something was still a little unrefined. So I stepped away from it for a week or two (see further down for the revised version).

Some notes on Composition

I like working with the Golden Mean (also called the Golden Section/ ratio/ proportion/ The Divine Proportion). It’s a way of dividing up a painting so that the image is artistically and geometrically pleasing. It’s based on mathematical principles and can be seen in nature in such shapes as nautilus shells. Below I’ve added guidelines in pale blue that divides the painting into thirds. Notice how the parts of the painting that your eyes are drawn to tend to fall along the lines, with the light in the forest being at a ‘focal point’, where the lines intersect.

The painting’s composition loosely fits into what is called the ‘L’ Composition

It could also fit in with ‘V’ or ‘triangular composition.

The trick is to try and get the viewer’s eye to follow the movement from one point of the painting to the next

Final Piece:

I went back and refined it a little… just added a few more details to the hair, fixed the column and tidied up the tree-line. There are still aspects I’m not entirely happy with, but I’ve spent enough time on this painting… I don’t want to overwork it.

So 20 or so hours later, here’s the final piece and the story that goes along with it:

Text I wrote to go with the painting

The dragon-thrall caught her, its silken threads binding her mind to the golden dragon completely. Kara and the great beast launched upwards as one, pushed from powerful back legs. Muscles flexed as the wings extended fully, capturing the wind and propelling them higher still. Freedom! She threw back her head and laughed, the rumble echoing from the surrounding cliffs. The sun and sky called to her, daring her to fly higher and faster than she could ever dream.

She wheeled to the right as she caught movement in the valley below. Ruby eyes fixed on the deer. Tucking her wings to her side, she dove towards the earth, pulling up just above the forest, the trees bending then snapping back in her wake. Kara could taste the hot, sweetness of the blood. She wanted it, lusted for it, she had to have it. It was a burning pain that drove her.

Something yanked at her. Whipping her head around in annoyance she couldn’t see a rider. Focusing on the deer again she snarled as the strong will commanded her to stop. The hunger tore at her, but still he cajoled her, coaxed her, and compelled her. Snarling and baring her teeth she snapped at the unseen force. Finally he dominated, wrestling control from her. Emotions flitted across her mind – fury, hatred, pain, desire. And then she was in her own body again.

Rhys caught Kara as the dragon-thrall released her. He’d been with her throughout the flight, his golden eyes seeing just as the dragon had.

“Now do you understand?” he murmured, his breathing still ragged from the clash of wills. She shuddered, glad to still be in his steadying embrace.

“It helped, but I don’t think I’ll ever understand them, not the way you do.”

Prints and products are available here from RedBubble , painting can be found in the Dragon Fae Oracle as the Lovers card.

#tutorial #colour theory #painting #digital art #dragon thrall #walkthrough

[ladymadsen]

1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it? The last person to tell me they loved me, was my best friend / soul sister, Emmi. She definitely means it, as do I, every day that I tell her the same recurring sentiment. 2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?

Absolutely freaking not. 

3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?

Umm . . . aggravated and happy. I know I’ve felt it. Most likely with my ex? 

4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?

I do that almost every day.

5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

I mean, possibly, but I doubt it. Men aren’t exactly nipping at my heels these days.

6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?

Hahaha, yep. “Soap” by Melanie Martinez made me think of a friend of mine I’ve been talking to. 

7. What exactly are you wearing right now?

A tight black turtle neck underneath a black dress with roses on it. Definitely channeling the Audrey Hepburn vibe today.

8. How often do you listen to music?

Every time I’m alone. Whether it’s in the car, or with headphones, I’m always listening to music. Melanie’s album, “Cry Baby” has been on repeat, as well as a few singles by Cigarettes After Sex.

9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

Black jeans.

10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2018?

God, I hope so. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with my life, outside of trying to stay ahead of my depression, figuring out how to record my next album, and not dating people who just seem interested in sex.

11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?

Eh. Depends on the damn day.

12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?

Yup. Yup. Yup.

13. What about ‘R’?

Mhmm.

14. Can you drive a stick shift?

Barely.

15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?

Eh. Yeah, I guess. Depends on the person. If I care about them it’ll hurt more, but if I don’t, I’ve grown a thicker skin, so it doesn’t hurt as much. 16. Are you going out of town soon?

Planning on it. 17. When was the last time you cried?

During a movie I watched about a beautiful life I will probably never possess. 

18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?

Of course I have, what kind of question is this?  19. If you could change your eye color, would you?

No. My eye color matches my hair. 20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?

Yes. My little brother William. 21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.

I am completely uninterested and bored by the life I lead. 22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?

Yes, because I don’t think men do that unless they are feeling an emotional attachment. In my experience, when my significant others have stopped doing this, I knew something was up. 23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?

Nope. 24. What are you sitting on right now?

An office chair if you must know. 25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?

My friend Emmi. 26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

HAHAHA. Need I remind you of my unfortunate dating history? Next question. 27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?

Greg. 28. Do you get a lot of colds?

Yes, I do. 29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?

This turtle neck is from Target. 30. Does anyone hate you?

I hope so, otherwise I’m doing something wrong. 31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?

Usually, but not since moving to Utah. Normally it’s empty wine bottles. 32. Do you like watching scary movies?

Yes I do. Ghost stories are my scary movie preference.  33. Do you want your tongue pierced?

Not particularly. 

34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?

As much as I would like to erase the past five years, I suppose living those years has made me a stronger, (or some other positive bull shit we tell ourselves). Whatever, I guess. No regrets.  35. Did you have a dream last night?

Yes I did. It was about Greg, actually. I also think my sister was in it, and I was drowning at some point. 36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

Like, “love”, love? Um. Not recently. 

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

Jesus, at the rate I’m going, probably not. I’ve pretty much lost all hope. If I am lucky enough for that to happen to me, I am eloping. 

38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

I know one person does for sure, but there are two others that are sort of on the “meh” scale. One of the two, lives far away from me, and we have a history, but he can’t seem to cough out the words, “I love you” to save his life. The other man is emotionally unavailable, so rather uninterested at the moment. So, sure? Maybe? Obviously, my love life isn’t exactly fulfilling. 39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

Perhaps, although I wouldn’t presume to think the thoughts are always good, or full of admiration. 

40. Did you have a good day yesterday?

My day yesterday was “just a day”.  41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?

I would hardly call the end of my former romantic interaction, a “relationship”. That would imply there was trust, love, and safety, to which there was absolutely none. So no. I guess I was in more of a deceitful, selfish, vicious cycle, with a man whom I once, at the very least, considered to be my friend; but who turned out to be nothing more than a dishonorable and scared little boy. 42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?

Yeah, probably. 43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

Yes, and it turns out they were lying through their serotonin soaked tongue. 44. What’s the best part about school?

Becoming exposed to other perspectives and opinions. 45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?

Was the author of these questions in their 40s?  46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?

Of course I did. I used to stick handmade letters in people’s lockers. 47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

Sometimes, but I noticed it was making me extremely anxious, so now I just let memories fade. What’s the point of recalling something that is just going to hurt you?  48. Were you single over the last summer?

If I had known better, I would have been. 49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago? No. It’s better in some ways, worse in others. 50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?

Working.  51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?

Eh. Hate is a strong word, but I’m rather unimpressed with him at the moment. 52. Are you nice to everyone? I try to be.  53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

Yes. Three times. My ex husband, a former client, and my last boyfriend. 54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

Yes. I do. I’ve done it. 55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

If I don’t want you to know something, you fucking absolutely will not know it. 56. Do you think you like someone? Skipping this question. 

57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?

Um, probably. Can you tell I’m really invested in remembering this info? 58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?

Girls. Boys just cause problems. They’re experts at blurry lines.

59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?

Too many, probably. 60. Do you hate anyone?

With how cynical I am being while answering these questions, would you honestly believe me if I said no? Of course, I do.  61. How’s your heart? It’s good, despite how I may feel about it lately. 62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

** skips question **

63. Have you ever cried over a guy?

I prefer to think about the moments I burned their photographs and threw out their things. 

64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?

Most likely my parents, a few ex friends I’ve pissed off, my ex boyfriend, and my ex producer. Guess what, though? I could literally care less. 65. Are your toenails painted pink?

No, want to paint them? 66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?

With my luck? Probably. 67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?

Eh. Makes me sad, actually. I don’t like watching people cry. 68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?

No, and if they have, I obviously don’t remember. 69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?

No idea. 70. How do you look right now?

Annoyed by this stupid question. 71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?

My friend Kelli is pretty wonderful, she lets me be myself apologetically.  72. Can you commit to one person?

Yeah, if someone would fucking let me.  73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?

Nope. 74. Have you ever felt replaced?

Does my ex husband running off with a 19 year old twat, count? 

75. Did you wake up cranky?

I wake up sad.  76. Are you a jealous person?

Jealous, no. Motivated, sure. 77. Are relationships ever worth it?

THAT IS THE ULTIMATE QUESTION, ISN’T IT? 78. Anyone you’re giving up on?

My sister, and male “friends” who aren’t really interested in being my friend at all. 79. Currently wanting to see anyone?

Sure. The man in my brain that doesn’t actually exist in real life.  80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?

Wake up.  81. Last person you cried in front of? A rather new acquaintance. I started crying when a certain song played, but I don’t think he noticed.  82. Is there someone you will never forget? A Thai female escort I met while working as a stripper in Los Angeles. She had the purest heart I had ever known. She was working so she could send money to her family. 83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?

I highly doubt it. 84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now? Being held and feeling like I’m wanted / needed, would be a lovely change of pace.  85. Are you over your past? This questionnaire has proven that to NOT be the case. 86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?

Yup. This question is boring. Next. 87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?

Yeah, my friend Emmi. 88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? God, no fucking way. My first love was an absolute loser. I deserve way better. Same goes for my first boyfriend, and husband for that matter. No. Thanks. 89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?

** shrugs ** that is the most unlikely thing that could ever occur. 90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

Oh, you mean my ex husband?  91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?

GOD, RUB IT IN WHY DON’T YOU. 92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?

Funny you should mention that . . . 93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?

I’m sure I have. 

94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going? Um, no. 95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?

I was falling in love with him.  96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?

Unfortunately.  97. Who do you have texts from?

Who do you have texts from? Snoop. 98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

“Big surprise, there! Have fun with that, and good luck!” 99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

Yes.  100. Who’s in your profile picture with you? Nobody. 101. Ever kissed under fireworks?

No. I doubt I ever will.  102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?

Of course, but that feeling is few and far between these days.

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[iamartemisday]

Pepperony Week Day Five: Post-Civil War

Pepper had a list hidden away in a secret folder on her computer.  The title was a series of random letters and numbers achieved by closing her eyes and hitting eleven random keys.  Any hacker or burglar would write it off as junk and move on, or so she hoped.  Every couple of days she’d go into the folder and open the single file inside.

Reasons Why I Should Permanently Break Up With Tony

1: He’s completely unreliable.  He can’t shake bad habits and he can’t keep promises.

2: He’s full of himself.  Even when he’s saving people there’s this stink of arrogance like he thinks he’s owed something for it.

3: He hogs the bedsheets at night.

4: His idea of date night is making a Pepper sized suit and racing around the world.

5: David, the deputy director of R&D, is clearly interested in me and is a really sweet guy I’d be lucky to have.

6: He’s never going to stop being Ironman, which means he’s never going to stop risking his life, which means I’ll always have to fear for his life when he’s on missions.  

There was no point in rereading the list, she had it memorized by now.  The latest news report of Captain America’s prison breakout and subsequent disappearance as he and his accomplices went on the lam played outside Pepper’s door.  Interns and secretaries argued passionately about the proceedings, and from what little Pepper picked up, it seemed Stark Industries was evenly split between supporting Cap and supporting Tony.  She hoped no reporters would be asking for her opinion.  At this point, she had no idea what she would say, only that it would be loud and mostly censored.  

She hit enter, going down to the next line.

7: He signed government paperwork without consulting SI’s legal department even though he knows damn well we have the best lawyers in the country who would have weeded out any vague wording or hidden clauses and maybe prevented this massive shitstorm.  Or at least contain it.

She added a few expletives, only to delete them right after.  It was more effective and less painful than punching the wall, and better on her voice than calling him and screaming in his ear.  She sat slumped over, staring at the modern art piece above her couch.  Tony had scoffed the first time he saw it.  He thought it looked like a ten year old playing with MS paint.  Now that she thought about it, this painting was pretty basic.  Just a straight line on a white background.  She could do that in two seconds

An alert came up on her instant messenger and her heart stopped.  She had several hundred contacts, mostly business partners who messaged her daily for status updates.  Realistically, she shouldn’t assume it was Tony when there was only a one in three hundred chance she was right.  Except she was pretty sure most of the other two hundred and ninety-nine people with her info couldn’t activate her messenger remotely when she didn’t even have the app open.

TStark: Hey Pep!

Two words after a month of no contact with an exclamation point at the end.  Yup, that was Tony.

TStark: Sorry if you’re busy but I wanted to talk.

TStark: Nothing important, just thinking of you. :)

Smileys were new, though.

TStark: Okay, that’s not entirely true, a lot of important stuff is going on.  And you probably know most of it.

TStark: You probably want to yell at me.

“Bingo,” Pepper muttered.

TStark: That is absolutely fine.  You can scream your head off until I go deaf and I will take it.  I know I messed up.  I know I should’ve talked to you.  Believe me, it’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks (okay maybe not all I’ve been thinking about but you know since we’re on a break nighttimes have been kind of lonely so…).

Pepper giggled.  Damn Tony and his charm even when he was trying to grovel.  He could drown a bag of puppies and crack jokes about it, and he’d still get a laugh out of her.  

TStark: I mean, if I were you I’d be on the phone laying into me for hours.  Of course, I could never do it as well as you.  Have I ever thanked you for consistently taking me down a peg every day for the past twenty years?

TStark: If I haven’t, let me give you a kiss right now.

There was a kiss emoji at the end of that comment.  In fact, there were several.  At least fifteen by Pepper’s count.  It made her think of his real lips, how full and pink they were.  The way his facial hair tickled her skin when they kissed.  The glorious beard burn she got when she spread her legs and let him-

“Ms. Potts, the deputy director of finances for you on line two.”

Pepper coughed, though there was nothing in her throat. “Thanks, Sylvia.  Would you take a message?  I’m in the middle of an important meeting.”

Tony had sent three more messages when she checked again.

TStark: Anyway, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to meet up sometime?  Not for a date or anything, just to talk.  I miss our talks.

TStark: Also Dum-E misses you.  I swear I caught him crying the other day over a picture of you.  It was weird, but I’m not one to judge.

TStark: We don’t have to go out.  We could eat at Chez My Kitchen.  I think I’ve finally perfected my omelet making technique.

‘That’ll be the day,’ she thought.  Her hands inched towards the keyboard, fingers burning and mind filling with words and phrases and things that simply had to be said no matter where they went from here.

One more message appeared before she could.

TStark: I just miss you, Pepper.  I miss you so much.

Her heart didn’t twist because it had been aching since his first ‘Hey Pep’.  She pictured him at his desk, or in his suit dictating to FRIDAY, eyes bloodshot and body ragged from life and supersoldier fists beating down on him.  He looked no better than she felt.  

Her list was minimized at the bottom of the screen.  Clicking on it, Pepper read it one more time.  Seven perfectly understandable reasons why they weren’t meant to be.  Why if she did meet him, they should part ways as amicable friends, ready to move on to a new chapter in life.  

By the time Pepper got to the last line, she was more convinced than ever that breaking up with Tony was the best thing for both of them… and so she scrolled down to the next page.

Reasons Why I Should Stay With Tony

1: Tony has done more to better himself than anyone I’ve ever met.  He’ll always have flaws, but who doesn’t?  And who else would work so hard to overcome their flaws even if they still make mistakes?

2: He cares so much about helping people, even when he pretends it’s all for an ego boost.  He’ll go to Hell and back to protect the world.

3: I drink milk from the carton when I’m too lazy to use a glass so I guess I owe him the sheets.

4: And having my own suit would be kind of cool even though it’s also terrifying.

5: David from R&D has awful hair and only ever talks about soccer.  I hate soccer.  I’d be bored to tears with him.

6: Becoming Ironman was the best thing Tony ever did and it made him the man I fell in love with.  The man I’ll always love.

Oh yeah, that’s right.  How could she have forgotten?

Pepper smiled and pulled the chat window up.

PPotts: I miss you, too.

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