#𝐀 - v: D&D

[vullcanica]

@und3rdark cont. from x

 Curiosity had always been her guilty vice. A thing overindulged to the point of prying intrusion, oft to the great detriment or benefit of others. It all depended, in truth, whether she sought knowledge for its sake alone, or pursued other ends through it. So she inquires in measure, undecided on reason - only seeking to know more about the peculiar dark-dwelling elf who'd come to her aid earlier. A venture more out of gratitude than want for upper hand.

 It seems she's missed a fork in the road - that trecherous footpath called discretion - somewhere along her journey. With how swiftly Asyrn passes off a century spent near Menzoberranzan almost like an afterthought, it makes her think she should've started lighter. She thought she had.

 "In the hands of a professional, then. And one so kind to lend me passage. -- A rare treasure in these parts."

 Travellers and heroes lingered in ill places, she knew. In her limited experience - light-loving creature as she was - none quite so ill as this corner of the earth. It would be a strong choice, if volitious. And lucky for her, no matter if it had been.

 The path through wet rock and puddles is a harrowing one, tedious to the best of legs without experience of terrain. Her step is surer now, having watched Asyrn move quick and practiced through dips and elevations like he's learned them blind, but still she, with her slower legs, lags far behind and catches up slow and steady, neither tired nor very fussed about it. -- Frustrations have seldom been known to change an outcome. She passes the flat of her palms down her abysmally rumpled front while she watched Asyrn peer down the tunnel. Whatever he sees there seems to inform the question.

 "Not hungry enough to stop quite yet." She eyes the fork and glances at her guide with a questioning raise of the brow. "I suppose it should depend on what lies ahead."

[slut4sugu]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌— RODRICK HEFFLEY X BLACK!READER

ʚ 🍓ɞ including + warnings: rodrick being a nervous boyfriend, black!reader, toothrotting fluff, suggestive themes ʚ 🍓ɞ summary: what it’s like dating Rodrick heffley <3

next in the Rodrick series .

ʚ 🍓ɞ FIRST WEEKS DATING

HELLA SHYYY, despite putting up a ridiculous cool persona when it comes to being around you and your sweet smile all by himself he crumbles

Is scared to indulge in pda or physical intact with you because he’s afraid of coming off as clingy, but once you sit him down and let him know that you’re just as clingy if not more than he is, he starts to loosen up a little

constantly falls asleep with his head in your shoulder whenever around you and he gets tired

Starts looking out for you first in a crowd and gets visibly upset when he can’t reach you

Walks you to and from class no matter if he misses the bell or if your class is on the opposite side of the school. He values every minute he has with you <33

Thinks about giving you goodbye kisses all the time and almost did it once but chickened out and you thought it was adorable

Sends you hella couple TikTok’s late at night

Loves when you squeeze him when you hug, it makes his heart race

Adores all your protective styles but after you sent him a picture of your hair after wash day he was inlove

Damn near fainted when you called him baby on FaceTime late at night

It was 10pm and you were listening to Rodrick recount his day of tormenting Gregory as usual, you were growing sleepy as you listened to his voice lull you to sleep. “He’s such a little shrimp I swear- are you getting tired?” You shook your head no and said, “I’m still up baby.” You giggled as you saw your boyfriends face grow flushed, “You okay? Babyy?” You always got a kick out of seeing Rodrick lose his cool and this moment was just too precious, “Mhm! Y-yeah I’m great, totally fine.”

When he saw you the next day he was determined to make you just as embarrassed, but despite his best efforts when he called you doll all you did was giggle and call him cute after pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Rodrick once left a shirt at your place when he snuck over one time and saw you in it on FaceTime without a bra on he damn near drooled.

ʚ 🍓ɞ FIRST COUPLE MONTHS

Starts to get more comfy, cuddles with you when you’re alone and rests his head on your chest with his arms wrapped around your torso

Play with his hair and he’s like mush on top of you

Can’t get enough of hearing you sing, he loves it when you hum a song mindlessly in his presence, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

Calls you bunny/bun or pinky pie

Walked in on you in just a bra and shorts one time, you didn’t see him again for another 6 minutes.

Had your first kiss in an empty hallway at school, you kissed him first<33

Whenever you do your makeup he insists on watching especially if you wear eyeliner, he’ll sit on your bed like a lost puppy as he watches his pretty girl in adoration.

Kisses you again at his house after he saw you cry over a Disney movie, he called you pretty and held you close to his chest until you had to leave.

Listens to old school music with you late at night over the phone

Said I love you for the first time out of nowhere on the phone, you were so starstruck he came over to say it to your face. He got in trouble for it later but he didn’t care, hearing you say it back was more important.

You have your first makeout session in your bedroom when you were supposed to be studying, the v neck shirt you were wearing complimented your double d’s and showed off the chain that held Rodrick favorite ring he gifted you. You looked so effortlessly pretty, so when you gave him a kiss for getting a question right he went in for another..and another..until your lipliner was smudged and you sat breathless on his lap.

Surprise bear hugs from behind when he misses you

Kisses your neck and messes with your hands when he wants attention

Your voice, your touch, your smile has Rodrick in a choke hold and hopefully the promise ring he’s saving up for with his mom bucks will show you how much he truly loves you <33

[thecapricunt1616]

Sampaguita (c.b. one-shot)

𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓫 (𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): It was your final Gala of the year, the 60th Art and Design Juried Student Exhibition. This is what you’d been working towards all year. Your Professor had assured you that you were one of the most promising Expressionist Mural painters he’d taught in quite a long time. He was quite certain you’d be commissioned, as many high paying clientele were coming to view the art that would be on display.  You stepped back, observing the large canvas mural you’d painted, resting your hand on your hips and sighing softly. 3 months of work, all leading up to this moment. There were many things you thought you would change about the work, but nothing to your eye that you painted would ever be perfect, there would always be something you wish you would have made better or omitted completely. You nervously twirled your gold and mother-of-pearl bangle over your wrist as you continued to look over it, deciding to step outside for some fresh air. You walked down the back hall, your heels clicking on the tile floor as you did so. You heard the back door close and a loud boisterous laugh “Dude dude and she was all ‘No you’re totally right man’ and that’s when-” the loud man comes around the corner holding a big box full of napkins and smacked right into you, sending you flying back on your butt and you let out a big ‘oof’ as you land.

♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨: The Sampaguita flower is considered the flower of love in many South Asian countries, Indonesia and the Philippines. It is used in wedding and religious ceremonies to symbolize love, devotion, purity and divine hope. ♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You & Carmy meet at your biggest gala of the year, smut ensues! ♡ 𝐖/𝐂: 10.0k+ ♡ 𝐀/𝐍:Hello all! Welcome back to another installment of "Capri can't write something short to save her life!" I've been working on this literally all week as I wanted it to be the most thoughtful and good I could come up with, as it's requested by my lovely wonderful Wormy @carmybrainworms - welcome home my little worm, me and the fellow bearblr baddies have missed you terribly! I hope you enjoy this welcome home present! ♡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐓𝐂: Not terribly edited (we die like men), Swearing, Smoking, Smut, Spanking, kinda dom? carmy, i think thats it! (R is 22, short, with long hair & glasses also is v petite bc it's DC to wormy but you can imagine yourself ofc :D)

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

It was your final Gala of the year, the 60th Art and Design Juried Student Exhibition. This is what you’d been working towards all year. Your Professor had assured you that you were one of the most promising Expressionist Mural painters he’d taught in quite a long time. He was quite certain you’d be commissioned, as many high paying clientele were coming to view the art that would be on display. 

You stepped back, observing the large canvas mural you’d painted, resting your hand on your hips and sighing softly. 3 months of work, all leading up to this moment. There were many things you thought you would change about the work, but nothing to your eye that you painted would ever be perfect, there would always be something you wish you would have made better or omitted completely. You nervously twirled your gold and mother-of-pearl bangle over your wrist as you continued to look over it, deciding to step outside for some fresh air.

You walked down the back hall, your heels clicking on the tile floor as you did so. You heard the back door close and a loud boisterous laugh “Dude dude and she was all ‘No you’re totally right man’ and that’s when-” the loud man comes around the corner holding a big box full of napkins and smacked right into you, sending you flying back on your butt and you let out a big ‘oof’ as you land.

“FUCK bro you didn’t say corner! You ok sweetheart?” a taller, leaner man with a brunette buzzcut and striking blue eyes offers you a large warm hand to help you up. “This is why Carmy is so fuckin’ uptight about this shit man! Can’t have you in the kitchen, imagine she was holding a hot pan or some shit!” he scolded the other man as you took it and he hoisted you up easily.

“M’sorry about that sweetheart, you alright?” He patted your shoulder in a friendly way. “Fuckin’ apologize!” he slaps the mans shoulder that knocked you over 

“Sorry! I’m sorry. You’re pretty, like an angel. I’m Neil” he stuck out his hand and you giggle a little bit at his forwardness. You introduced yourself as well and the other man hums

“Cool name- Sorry about this one he’s a big clutz- I’m Richie” he bent down with Neil and began picking up the napkins, and you bent down to help them as well. 

“No worries at all- sorry about that it’s my bad I wasn’t really paying attention. Sorry- are you here for the dining hall? It’s in another building I can take you there if you want” you place the last stack of napkins down in the box

“No, we're helping Bear with the catering stuff you should come!” Neil said enthusiastically to which Richie chuckled a bit. 

“It’s only for the students at the Gala and the faculty bud. You goin’t’that?” he asked you and you smile and nod.

“Totally! I uh- I actually have a piece in the show. I was actually just going to get some air- Nice meeting you guys!” you scoot past and pushed the back door open , being greeted with the scent of American Spirits.  You rolled your eyes a bit to yourself, realizing that you wouldn’t be alone, and look over to see a impossibly handsome curly blonde smoking a cigarette. 

“Sorry I- I didn’t realize someone was out here” you twirl your bangle over your wrist again, a nervous habit you’d picked up opposed to picking at your hands. 

“No worries- I’ll be out of your way soon just had to grab a smoke I know I’ll be busy the rest of the night somethin’s bound to go wrong at one of these catering things” he chuckled to himself a bit and shook his head. 

“Oh- are you Bear?” you smile a bit, recalling what the tattooed goofball that knocked you over had said. He looked at you a bit surprised, eyebrows scrunching a bit as his eyes racked over your face and frame trying to recall if you’d met before

“Sorry do I- have we met?” he took another drag, the smoke blowing out of his nose subtly as he exhaled.

God he’s hot while he smokes.

“No! I’d have remembered such a handsome face, I think I met your other coworkers in the hallway, uhh - Richie and Neil? Funny tattooed guy? Kinda knocked me on my ass but it’s cool not the first time it’s happened i’m a clutz” you said and his cheeks go pink at the compliment, chuckling.

“Jesus- Yeah he’s a fuckin idiot, m’sorry is y’r….ass ok?” he asked and you stared at eachother for a moment before bursting into giggles. 

“You wanna check?” you teased turning around and he laughed 

“I’m just making myself sound like a creep, uhhh- shit. Sorry you can probably tell that I don’t get out much- I’ll um..I’ll let you be, nice meeting you-��

“My friends call me bunny! You don’t have to go- I was actually gonna ask to bum a cigarette off you cause I’m realizing that I forgot my vape inside in my bag..” you said and he looked at you, brows raising and he chuckled a bit. 

“You use one of those damn things? These dont taste like candy er’ whatever if that’s what you want” he teased as he fished the cigarette carton out of his pocket once again and flicked it open. You rolled your eyes amusedly taking one out of the carton and putting it between your lips “I like a cigarette once in a while. You can vape inside if you’re sneaky enough most places” you mumble through the cigarette, causing him to huff a laugh as he lights it for you. 

“Isn’t that defeating the whole purpose, because you’re only supposed to use it like a cigarette?” he asked, watching as you took a long drag and did a french inhale, causing his brows to knit “And how fuckin old are you?” he muttered as he watched you pull the cigarette from your lips and hold it delicately between your fingers. 

“Old enough, I think you meant to ask where I learned this and the answer is my evil ex-boyfriend but he did teach me a cool party trick at least” you mused, causing him to chuckle again.

“Funny little thing you are huh” he mused, causing a light blush to stain your cheeks and a smile curls on your lips

“Hey I didn’t dog you for your height that’s fucked up man” you teased and he chuckled

“You aren’t from here” he said, more as a statement than anything. You look up, squinting at him

“It’s not that obvious” you retort

“Trannnsplant” he teased, making you giggle and hit his shoulder playfully

“Is this how you flirt with all the girls you meet?” you shot back, making his cheeks go that cute shade of pink again.

“Who said I was flirting?” he asked and the door got pushed open, a young pretty girl with dark braids sighing in relief. 

“There you are- Carmy! Get in here! Fak dropped an entire pan of garlic knots so I have to run back to the restaurant, which means that you have to set up the risotto and the shells and the-” 

“Got it- Chef” he stomps out his second cigarette. “It’s nice meeting you, Bunny” he said and grabs the door from the young woman. “Thanks for the cigarette, Carmy” you said, now knowing his real name other than the funny nickname his employees gave him. He looks back, flashing you a small smirk before letting the door shut behind him.

You found yourself smiling like a goof and thinking about that damned chef the entire time you finished the cigarette that he’d given you. It wasn’t often that a man who piqued your interest came about. That just being because your experiences with men up until this point hasn’t been the best, but no matter how many times you just kept going back to the same ones, so it excited you to try something new- different. 

That was if he was feeling the same way. When you got through with your cigarette you stomped out the butt with the end of your black pointy stiletto. You pulled the door open and heard the soft chatter of guests and the sort as well as the smell of some delicious food. You first made your way into the back room, washing your hands at the students sink to rid your hands of the smell of cigarettes and walking over to your locker to spray on some body spray before putting on some lip gloss to replenish what got lost on your cigarette. 

You heard the door to the art room open and a deep sigh, before the sound of running water. You carefully shut your locker and walk out to the main area again to see the same curly head, bent over the sink splashing his face with water. “So…do you like Carmy, or Bear- or did I totally rat them out by telling you that they called you Bear” you said, coming over and taking a few paper-towels out of the dispenser and offering them to him.

“Bear is a uh…” he wiped his face of the excess water, flicking it into the basen of the sink before turning off the water and looking over “Thanks- It’s a family name” he cleared his throat and wiped the paper towels over his face, slicking his curls back with a wet hand. 

“Oh- uh how’d you get that name?” you ask and he smiled a bit, crumpling up the paper towels in his large, tattooed hand

“How’d you get the name Bunny?” He shrugged a bit 

Your cheeks flush a bit and you look at your feet, shuffling them a bit, realizing even though he wasn’t as tall as the other guy you’d met with similar blue eyes earlier - even in your heels he still towered over you. “I’m jumpy when I get nervous” you said a bit shyly. 

“Shit- well I’ll try t’not let Richie around you, he’s a fuckin…bull in a china shop” he said, causing you to giggle a bit and look back up at him with a small smile. 

“So… your turn, Mister Bear” you said and he huffed a laugh, shaking his head as his cheeks got pinker at your silly comment

“Berzatto is my last name, so growin’ up me and my siblings we’d call ourselves the bears it’s…stupid, bit it stuck w’me” He said, rubbing the vein on the side of his neck and you couldn’t help but notice the sheer size of them in that moment and think about the comparison of them to your neck.

“It’s cute…so what’re you doing back here, you thinkin’ of enrolling?” you joked and he chuckled a bit.

“Big groups of people aren’t uh…really my thing I just needed a sec to y’know” he leaned on the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest, causing his biceps to become more prominent. You nodded, resting your hip on the same countertop, playing around with your bangle bracelet.

“I get that…mine either- well it depends on my mood I guess, did you make that food? It smells really good” you said as you stare at his lips, finally finding a way to tear your eyes back to his, nibbling the inside of your lip and worrying that you were rambling. 

“I did! I did..uh me and my Sous, Sydney, Cola braised short-rib and risotto - the Cola is coke, but we can’t say that Sugar says for like legal reasons or whatever.” he said and you found yourself smiling, this guy also seems to come from a circle of nicknames.

“Sugar?” you asked and giggle a bit “Is sheee…really nice?” you asked and he chuckled again

“She uh- in a way- yeah, she is but uh. It’s a whole story” he said and brushed his hair back again. 

“Well- have you eaten?” you asked and he raised his brows, thinking for a second

“I did uh- family meal earlier, why?” he asked and you blushed a bit, shrugging with a sheepish smile 

“Y’wanna show me to the food then? Sorry it sounded really good when you said it…never had risotto before” you looked up at him and he smiled

“Course- Of course, yeah, S’not out yet, but I can sneak you a plate, come w’me” he tossed the crumpled paper towel into the garbage and you followed him as he walks you down the long corridor into a room that was long forgotten by you as the culinary arts room, since barely any people you knew took the class it flew right over your head.

It was bustling, multiple people in chefs coats running around and the same girl you saw earlier with the braids now tied back into a neat ponytail with a pretty silk scarf adorned with black and white polkadots tied around her head. “Alright were gonna be moving in 10 people I want the sweet tea out of the chiller and into the buckets tina how many minutes left on the garlic knots?” she called loudly over the clanging of the pots and pans.

A woman not much taller then you goes over to the industrial oven and checks the time, “4 minutes chef!” she called out.

“Alright so those come out I want them plated right away and for you to be brushing the garlic herb butter.” the girl with the braids called out to which the shorter woman called out another ‘Yes Chef’ 

“Wow- all professional and shit huh?” You nudge him playfully earning a chuckle from him

“Yo cousin- these fuckin forks have spots - wait-” the same Richie you’d met earlier, calls loudly over all the noise and stops when he meets your eyes.

“Hey again! I’ll stay out of your way this time, scouts honor” you joke and lean against the wall near the door to keep out of everyone's way. 

“Hey how about - actually, I’ll make you a plate with a little-a everything for you, and take it back to the uh- the room that we were in” he rested his hand on your shoulder and it nearly made you flush the way that his hand nearly swallowed it whole.

“Yeah- Uh..ok, thanks” you said, suddenly feeling intoxicated with the natural dominance he held without even seeming to realize he did so. You nodded, heading out and heels clicking quickly as you made your way down the hallway back towards the art room.

It wasn’t very long until Carmy was coming back to the art room, carrying not 1 but 2 plates of steaming food and balancing 2 cups as well on a small tray he’d likely found in the culinary arts room. “Alright- as promised- a little bit of everything for you here,” he set the plate in front of you “We got the short ribs, risotto, garlic knots, also got a little ceasar salad for you and then some sweet tea- School said no liquor it feels like a crime to not have wine with short rib but y’know rules and shit” he said, pointing to each as he explained and you once again found yourself staring at his lips and mouth watering at the way his chain dangled as he rested his hand on the table and pointed to each dish and you found yourself envisioning sucking on it.

“Yeah..” you said, looking back down at your plate and grabbing the fork he’d given you. “It smells…really good” you said, trying to clear your head of all the messy, dirty thoughts that were running through it. “Thought you said that you weren’t hungry?” you mused as you stuck your fork in some ribs before grabbing some risotto and trying it, moaning at the heavenly taste and closing your eyes as you chew.

“Holy shit you should go on fuckin masterchef er somethin’ this is fiiiire” you said with a little giggle. He chuckled a bit, chewing one of the garlic knots he’d brought for himself, that adorable pink flushing his cheeks again, this time flushing all the way to his chest. 

“Thanks I uh…I try” he said, continuing to look at his plate “Like your um…your shoes- they’re cool. They comfortable?” he asked, finally looking up at you again. You weren’t sure if he really liked them, or if he was just bad at taking compliments. Either way, it was sweet of him to mention especially for you since they were your favorite pair. 

“Why thank you very much, guys usually don’t notice stuff like that” you held your foot out, admiring your cute pointy toed shoes. 

“They uh- they remind me of Morticia Adams, No offense” he chuckled a bit and you gasp in delight.

“That is exactly the look I was going for! Thank you so much, that is a huge compliment to me actually!” you happily sipped on your iced tea, humming when you realized he had put lemon in it. “This tea is tea” you joke and he snorts a chuckle, Rolling his eyes amusedly.

“Yes- the tea is tea” he said as if it was obvious, you nod and point with your fork to the risotto

“This risotto shit? Also tea” you said and had another bite, earning an adorable confused look from him. 

“Theres- theres no tea in that where are you getting tea? What kind of tea?” he questioned, grabbing his own fork and trying a bite of the small helping of risotto he’d put on his own plate. You laughed, covering your mouth with your manicured hand and he chuckled “What! What why you laughin’ at me? There’s no tea in this!” he said again and lightly poked your arm. 

You shook your head, catching your breath from your giggle fit “Gosh how old are you - you aren’t on the internet at all?” you questioned, not able to stop yourself from eating more of the risotto and short rib he put on your plate, the stuff was proving to be addicting. 

“One place I am not is on the internet it fuckin…stresses me out I’m old school I text call , email even if youre wanting to go back even further, I guess my siblings were older then me by a bit so…never really learned how to use it. Is that some kind of slang like chill? I remembered learning that one a few years ago” he said, finishing off his plate that he’d brought and downing his cup of iced tea in nearly one go. You chuckled to yourself a bit.

“Such a guy” you teased, taking a bite of the salad he’d put on the side for you and humming in satisfaction at the way you could tell the dressing was made and not from a bottle. 

“What’s that supposta mean?! I’m fuckin thirsty kitchens hot as fuck” he chuckled, resting with his legs stretched out and his arms resting behind his head, again causing his large biceps to become even more prominent. 

God did this guy know what a slut he was?

“So why does everyone else have to wear the silly little coats but you don’t- you top dog or something?” you joked and finished off your food, grabbing his empty plate as well and throwing them away for you both.

“They aren’t silly, they’re professional, there - paint princess and I guess you could call me top dog er’ whatever. Syd’s technically my partner but I don’t put too much weight on er’” he said as you cursed yourself, dropping one of the paper plates and bending over to pick it up.

He didn’t miss the way the skirt of your little black dress rode up just enough for the ends of your lacy panties to peak out as you grabbed it off of the floor and chuck it in the garbage, standing up and feeling yourself flushed as you realized and you pull your dress back down, smoothing it before turning around to see him staring with his plump bottom lip between his teeth.

Oh.

“Cute panties, right?” you teased, figuring if he had the balls to stare he didn’t mind you pointing it out. 

“W-what? Huh?” he asked, pale cheeks turning red as tomatoes and flushing all the way down his neck. “What- like- like”

“The navy blue lace- did you not see enough to judge? Wanna see more?” you sauntered up to him, thumbing his St. Anthony chain & wrapping your finger around and tugging lightly. His breath gets caught in his throat and he looks up at you, blue eyes wide and cheeks on fire.

“Are you always this forward?” he asked, his voice lower and huskier, almost a whisper. 

You smirked friskily, leaning in and tucking back his curly hair whispering in the shell of his ear “Why, d’you like it?” you said, hand splaying out over his chest and rubbing over it gently, feeling his racing heart. 

“Drives me kinda fuckin’ crazy, if’m’honest” he pulls you to sit in his lap and you squeak in surprise, giggling a bit and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck for balance.

“Yeah? M’pretty sure it would drive your girlfriend crazy too t’see me in your lap like this” you leaned forward, brushing his hair from his eyes and he looks up at you with a small smirk.

“Do I look that much of a prick that I’d pull some chick in my lap if m’seein someone?” he gently adjusted your necklace, the soft brush of his fingers nearly giving you shivers.

“I guess I’ve just had bad experiences with pretty tattooed men…” you spoke quietly since your faces had been getting closer and closer now ever since he’d pulled you into his lap.

“Oh so I’m pretty now, mm?” he asked as you gently twirl his curls around your manicured fingers.

“I think you’ve been pretty since the day you were born but that’s just a guess” you said and gently traced your thumb over his bottom lip and dragging it down gently. While doing so, he gently took your thumb into his mouth, dragging his tongue around it sensually before beginning to suck on it. Your jaw falls slack at the action, breathing becoming heavier and a wave of warmth crashing over your core. “Do you want to see my studio?” you asked boldly and he smirks a bit, pulling off your thumb with a pop and looking up at you with those lust blown blue eyes.

“Lead the way Bunny” he said, causing you to giggle and stand up, taking him by the hand. You carefully look outside the door just to be sure that there was no prying eyes in the hallway before quickly taking his hand and leading him to the back stairwell. As a fourth year art student who had been brought in to help teach students that were your Freshman as well as grade their work- you were given access to the senior studios, and you were in one so often it had basically been claimed as yours by this point, meaning you could trust that you two wouldn’t be bothered. 

That was one of the nicest things about being a favorite of your professor, being able to work alone and without being pestered.

You’d realized both of you had been skirting around the age question. It didn’t bother you much, you’d been with older men before - and you were 22 after all, so it wasn’t like you couldn’t make your own decisions on who you slept with.

You swayed your hips a little bit extra on the way up the stairs, knowing that he was not so secretly looking at the globes of your ass being accentuated by the thin fabric of your black sundress. By the time you’d gotten to the top, and dug around in your purse to find the keys to your studio in your tote bag, Carmy was quietly and awkwardly adjusting his erection in his jeans as you fiddled with the keys due to your nails, pushing open the door and flicking open the light.

The smell of paint overcomes you, and he mutters a soft “Woah” as he looks over your various half finished and some abandoned works leaning against the wall and hung up some places, various canvases everywhere. “So you really uh…do the thing huh” he nervously rubbed over his hands as he looked over the walls. You shut the door behind you, clicking the lock just for extra security before following to where he was standing in the middle of the room. 

“I do- do you wanna try?” you asked, planting a gentle, open mouth kiss on that pretty vein on his neck, smirking at the way you heard his breath get caught in his throat when you do so. You brought your hand back up, gently rubbing over his chest and finding his chain again, playing with it. 

“I um- uh- my forte is more with pencils or- um” he stuttered as you continued, beginning to feel hot and his erection pressing more and more at the confines of its cloth prison. 

“What if…we do it together- You’ll be my muse for my final project of the year” you gently trail your hand under his shirt, feeling the toned ridges of his abs under your nimble fingers. Your smile curls up more, feeling his stomach tighten and goosebumps appearing on his flesh as you do so. 

“Uhhh- you’re um, you’re like fuckin 21 right- jesus christ” he shudders as you pop open the button of his jeans and tease down his happy trail with your jeans, tugging the hem of his boxers open with your nail and he grabs your wrist, his entire hand easily wrapping around your wrist as he pulls it back “M’not about t’fuck a kid. How fuckin’ old are you, Bunny” 

You rolled your eyes “I’m 22! Such a gentleman though- that’s okay, right?” you look up at him and he breathes what looked to be a sigh of relief and lets your wrist go. 

“Ok- sorry i’d feel like a total fuckin perv if you were younger then that- still kinda fuckin young” he chuckled a bit and stroked your hair back “I’m uh…I’m 29, is that ok with you?” he asked to which you nod enthusiastically 

“Totally cool- can we keep going now or any other burning questions, chef?” you mused and leaned in, kissing below his ear and gently nipping at the lobe. He finally gives in and squeezes your ass, spanking you lightly.

“You have a fuckin’ mouth on you, bet it getcha in trouble alot mm?” he teased with a grin as you nip at his neck “and no marks, I’ll never hear the end of it if Richie sees that I hooked up with someone here an’e’ll probably infer that it was a student since I’ve never shown any interest in dudes and uhh…all y’teachers down there are men” he tilted your face up with a firm hand. “Y’gonna let me kiss you now?” he asked in that soft low way he took on downstairs and it nearly made you melt where you were standing. 

“Please- please do” you breathe, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips met yours. It felt like an explosion of butterflies in your lower belly, feeling a pulsing begin in your panties that was red hot with want. You brought your right hand back down to his boxers, rubbing your nails playfully over the hem of them and teasingly snapping it to his skin while your left hand worked at the small knots through his sandy blonde curls. He hummed gently into your mouth when you tugged at his roots, tugging your dress over your ass so he could get a better grip on it. He teasingly tugged your panties up over your cheeks, thumbing the inside of the lace and snapping it back against the skin,

Pulling away a bit, he mutters “they are cute, by the way” he said before continuing to kiss you. He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip and you opened up immediately for him, humming when you tasted the sweet and bitter mix of iced tea and american spirits on your tongue. 

The fervent nature of your kisses had you stumbling  back, back, until the backs of your thighs were pressed to the tabletop, and he was hoisting you up by your thighs to sit down, to which you gratefully accepted. He tugged off your little black dress, pulling it over your head swiftly so he wouldn’t need to break the kiss for long. It was only moments before you felt his palms over your breasts. They were the perfect handful for him, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over your nipples causing them to perk up at the attention. 

You felt yourself gushing in your panties, unable to squeeze your thighs together to ease the pulsing ache that was starting to grow more and more. You mewled into his mouth, the panting coming out of your nose and fanning his upper lip as he nearly devoured you getting faster and more desperate as he pinched and tugged your nipple just enough to make your clit twitch. He pulled away, and you panted softly into his mouth as he asked, “I can suck on these, right?” he asked, his voice huskier and lower than before. 

“Course- please” you gently combed through his curls with your fingers as he wasted no time working his lips down your chin and jaw with hot open mouthed kisses, gently sucking and licking over all the right spots. You whine and moan as he takes your left nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud while he massages your right breast in his hand between rolling your nipple lightly in his fingers. You look down at him, jaw falling slack when you saw those icy blue eyes staring up at you, darkened and lust blown. “Jesus Carmy-” you breathed out, causing him to smirk a bit and he pulled off with a pop, licking and flicking his tongue over the now firm bud. 

“You have perfect fuckin tits” he complimented sultrily, the tips of his lips brushing your nipple lightly as he spoke, his hot breath causing that pulsing feeling in your panties to turn into a throb, and he kissed your left breast before politelly moving his attention to your neglected right one and giving it the same star treatment. You had wiggled your hips to the side of the desk, pathetically humping the corner to get any kind of relief. His eyes fluttered down to see what you were doing and he pulled away, chuckling a bit “holy shit. Y’want some help there sweetheart?” He mocked teasingly, spreading your thighs more and cupping your heat with his hand. The relief of him finally touching where you needed him most caused you to gasp lightly, pulling him into a kiss as you quickly rut your hips into his hand, groaning into his mouth as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to release. 

“Lets get these off mm?” he purrs in the shell of your ear, guiding you to lift your hips and slipping off your little blue lacy panties in one swift motion, leaving you in nothing but your stilettos. The feeling of his tattooed digit prodding at your slick entrance to gather some arousal, before swirling it around your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, feeling eager to be filled by something. 

“C-Carmy-” you breathe out, tongue darting out to wet your lips that were dry from the growing pants coming from your lips. “Need you inside” you admit, cheeks heating slightly. 

“Yeah? M’gonna need t’stretch you out Bun’” he swirled his finger back down in your wetness, prodding the first knuckle of his middle finger inside of you and watching you carefully as your head fell back in bliss at the relief it brought. A whiney moan tears from your throat as he pushed the finger inside deeper, sinking down to the second knuckle and curling it wonderfully. This action caused your hips to rut into his hand causing him to sink the rest of his finger open and the sensation was so pleasurable and intense your hand slid up your chest to massage your breast just to have something to hold. 

“More- More please” you begged, eyes opening once again to see him looking fully blissed out over you, hooded lids and parted lips, looking utterly entranced with the sight of you falling apart beneath him. 

“Sure y’can handle it? God y’fuckin tight, angel” he added another one of his thick digits and the delightful burn that came with the stretch caused the faintest of smirks to curl on your lips. Carmy in that moment felt his heart flutter, he’d never hooked up with anyone who made his heart do that before. He hadn’t even met many people who made his heart do that anyhow. He brought his lips to yours as he explored your walls with his fingers causing your brows to furrow for a moment before he pressed on a spot deep inside of you, yet to be found by any other partner. 

The feeling made your mind go blank, your head felt fuzzy and hazy around the edges and it was a white hot pleasure as he curled his fingers into the spot. In tandem, the feeling made your toes curl and back arch slightly. “Theeere it is” he muttered to himself cockily. “Y’gonna cum, Bunny? Mmm? Y’drippin’ down my hand pretty girl” he rasped in your ear, kissing the side of your head as he curled his fingers quicker, increasing his pressure and you let out sounds you had never heard yourself make before. You couldn’t find any words, you were too focused on the way your muscles were tightening and releasing, and your thighs were beginning to shake. 

It all felt too good to be nervous, but that hadn’t ever happened before. You nod fervently at his request and he rubs his palm against your clit in such a way that had him covering your mouth with his other hand and pushing you down against the desk so your screams wouldn’t be heard by the Gala-Attendees downstairs. “Tha’s it- let go baby s’ok” he purred in your ear lowly. You weren’t sure what happened or what caused it, but suddenly you felt as if you were out of your body for a moment as you heard a gushing noise.

You were snapped back into yourself though as the most intense orgasm you’d ever been privy to washed over you. You couldn’t scream, you could just squirm and shake and claw at Carmen’s buff arms as he worked you through it. “Jeeesus you fuckin soaked my hand, Bunny- hottest shit I’ve ever seen, gonna make you do it on my cock next, god- you good?” the sound of his soft yet dominant voice brought you back. You opened your eyes and looked down to see a puddle of clear water-looking liquid on the floor and looked back at Carmy, blinking a few times as you found your wits. 

He cradled your thigh under his large bicep, stroking your pussy gently as your hips lightly twitch, just looking at you and patiently waiting for your answer. “I- I did that?” you asked, a bit surprised. 

“You’ve- you never squirted like that?” he asked, and you shook your head in response. “Well let’s do it again then, mm?” he slipped his wallet out of his pocket and pulled a black foil packet out of the cash slot, that made your eyes widen as he ripped it open easily with his teeth and popped the button on his jeans. A bareskin Magnum. 

You swallowed thickly, throat suddenly feeling dry. You’d never seen a Magnum condom in real life, none of your partners had ever needed one. You’d seen them in porn, sure, but even then you found it slightly insane that there were guys who needed thicker condoms considering in health class in school they told you most people will never need specialty condoms like that. You were glad he brought his own because all you had in your bag was a regular durex, which seemed now wouldn’t ever fit. 

“Y’good?” he questioned as he tugged off his shirt in that guyish way by grabbing it by the nape of his neck and tugging it over his head, causing his gorgeous messy curls to become even more ruffled by the action. You nod again, feeling completely in a daze and there was a sharp knock at the door, and the sound of the door jiggling before your professor called your name and asked if you were in there. Your eyes widened and you held your lips up to tell Carmy to be quiet. 

“Yeah?” You called back, sitting up on your elbow to speak with him through the door.

“Are you…going to come present your mural? The donors shall be leaving soon- your work has raised the most money, the buyer wishes to meet you.” he explained and your head fell back in frustration rubbing over your face and trying to quickly come up with a lie. You didn’t want to meet anyone and talk about your art with them, especially a rich snob that likely didn’t understand anything behind it and just bought it for another one of their foyers in The Hamptons, and you also wanted to continue your time with Carmy because - the guy knew his way around a pussy and you needed to see the full of his abilities. 

“Uh- I-I’m sorry, I got….inspired. I’m working on my final project. You know how I get - Thank them for me and uh- read the description I put for it on the school site it says everything I want to!” You said quickly and he was quiet for a moment. 

“So be it….but I’d like to review what you’re working on tomorrow, please” he said and you sigh in relief.

“Thank you, Professor, You wont be disappointed” you told him and sighed softly in relief as you heard him walking away. 

“So- What are we…working on?” Carmy questioned. You got up. Going and grabbing the biggest canvas you had at the moment which perfect for your needs was one that you could comfortably lay over. Then, you grabbed a small bucket of Colombia blue paint and dump it over the canvas, lightly smearing it with your hand and tying your hair up.

“You’re gonna fuck me on this” you put your thick rimmed glasses on the desk so they wouldnt get covered in paint before carefully laying on the canvas and wiggling your ass around a bit so the lace of your panties (that would now be ruined) would add nice texture and pattern to the paint as you spread it out. He chuckled, shaking his head a bit and settling in front of you before resuming tugging his jeans off and rolling the condom on. 

“You’re quite the little character, know that?” he asked, but you didn’t really hear him as you were focused on the largest cock you’d ever seen in person staring back at you. “Yo-” he tapped your cheek gently to get your attention and you look at him

“Is that gonna fit? It just whispered in my ear and said it was gonna rip me in half- thats a third leg” you said jokingly causing him to laugh, resting his hand forward next to your waist causing his hand to become covered in paint as he lined himself up at your entrance. 

“It whispered in your ear” he snorts a laugh, his stomach swarming with butterflies. Something about this experience felt… freeing for him. He’d never met someone who made him feel so put at ease while having such a large and silly personality other then… well, other than his brother, so a lot of the feelings he was having were good but slightly overwhelming.

Both of your minds though went blank as he nudged the tip of his thick girth inside of you. Fuck you were glad that he’d stretched you out slightly with his expert fingers at first because that familiar slight burn as he split you open for him was bring tears of pleasure to the corners of your eyes. He leaned over you, caging you in with his arms as he sunk in you fully and you bit his bicep, hard to stop from screaming out. He hissed, patting your cheek lightly as he chuckles “I tap out, I tap out!” he teased “Jesus, Bun, gonna leave a bruise” he said and you blushed slightly as you pulled away, looking at the perfect divots of your teeth imprint, that he was right, would surely bruise in the shapes of your teeth. 

“Sorry…didn’t wanna scream” you said sheepishly and gently kiss over the area. 

“Y’can bite, bun’- but just a little higher up so people don’ask questions mm’?” he said gently “Can I move now?” he asked and left gentle kisses along your jaw, down your neck. When you let out a little hum he began to slowly grind with you in a way that caused the mushroom shaped tip of him to rub against that spot earlier that made you see stars. Carmen had learned years ago now, that especially with his size and shape rather then deep snapping strokes, it feels better for his partners if he does a deep grinding motion. He knew this trick worked for you as well when you began to gush and clench around him tightly, back arching and squirming below him on the canvas.

“Ho-holy fucking shit, Carm” you whine out, back arching and gasping out when you felt him rub your clit with his paint free hand, wrapping your thigh around his waist so he could hit deeper, and the new angle nearly made you squeal. 

“Oh- Fuck- Fuck Bun’ - squeezin my shit so fuckin tight, God” he nearly let out a whimper as he felt you gush around him, the creamy liquid sliding down over his balls and dripping onto the tile below. “Fuck- fuck gonna take you from behind, yea? Gonna feel so good baby” he said and before you knew what was happening you were on your stomach, breasts slipping back and forth over slick blue paint as he lined himself back up and began to thrust hard and fast from behind. Whenever he grinded up into your ass the tip of his cock gave your cervix a gentle kiss that made you see stars.

“Oh- I’m gonna cum” you whine out, paint covered hands leaving fingerprint smudges all along the canvas as he uses your hips as leverage to push and pull you back on his cock. You felt him so deep it felt as if he was in your stomach, whimpering and clenching around him in a way that made him grunt when you felt him spank your ass roughly. 

“Shiiiiit- I can fuckin feel that- gonna make you cum all over my cock babygirl- fuuuuck” he groaned, head falling back hotly as he absolutely pounded you. You were letting out sweet grunted uh’s and ah’s with each snap of his hips. Carmy spanked you again, leaving handprints of blue on your ass, before spreading your cheeks and watching the white cream sticking to his cock in strings of arousal as he continued to thrust. When you heard, and felt him release a glob of spit onto your other hole, watching mesmerized as it dripped down over your pussy, getting lost and mixing with your arousal almost immediately, that was all it took for you to reach your peak. 

Your thighs shivered, and hips bucked uncontrollably, clenching and releasing around him in a way that made his hips stutter and thrusts falter. “Christ- fuckin cumming” he warned, before burying himself to the hilt with a grunt and spilling into the condom. You laid beneath him, a panting, paint covered, sweaty mess. He caught his own breath, pulling out and gently rolling you over. 

“I think I passed out and saw god” you joked, earning a breathless chuckle from him as he tied off the condom and slipped his boxers back on, going to throw it in the trash. 

“Does this shit come off with water?” he asked you and you sat up, getting off the canvas and taking your heels off finally.

“It does…” you mutter, not expecting what was to come next. He went over to the sink in the corner of the room, setting the tap to cool water, and pumping loads of paper towels. He soaked them all, before adding soap to some and wringing them all out, before folding them up to be like little wet wipes. He came over to you, gently taking your paint covered hand with one of the soapy cloths and cleaning all of the paint from your hands before rubbing them off with the ones with just water, and repeating the process wherever there was paint. Neither of you said anything, you weren’t sure if that was just because the process was so intimate - or that you’d never had a hookup take such care of you after sex before.

“Uh- Thank you” you finally settled on, he looked up at you and smiled a bit

“F’what?” he asked, grabbing your dress for you and helping you put it on. You shrugged a bit, goosebumps covering your skin as he carefully zipped it up, his fingers soft and gentle over your skin. You felt yourself flush and look over as he tugged his jeans back on, waistband of his Calvin boxers sticking out over the waistband of them just a bit. Jesus he’s so fucking hot. 

“Being so like…nice and stuff…dunno” You took your hair back down, combing through it with your fingers. 

“I’m just doin’ what you deserve, Bunny” he said kindly as he put his shirt on.

The next day, after being sure to exchange numbers with Carmy, of course, you headed back to your studio bright and early. You unlocked the door and walked in, beginning to clean up the mess the two of you had left the night before. After a swiffer of the floors and a good wipedown of your desk, you took a proper look at the piece you two had expertly crafted together. 

Smiling at the memory, seeing fingerprints (and other prints) that only you knew what they were, grabbing more blues and some greys as well. You took your brushes, getting to work, using your brushes and hands to create a beautiful abstract mix of strokes of color. You of course got lost in the work, listening to your usual heavy rock playlist you had going when you were painting, humming to yourself a bit as the music blasts through your headphones.

Finally, you were satisfied with the way that it looked so you went over to your sink and began washing your brushes, being sure to let them dry standing so they wouldn’t ruin. You did your usual routine after, of washing up, cleaning up the studio, and leaving the canvas on your easel to dry. Finally, you dug in your jacket pocket and pull out your phone. It had been on Do Not Disturb the whole 4 hours you were working, not wanting to be bothered - and strangely see 3 texts from Carmen. You clicked them open and see

Hey - Craziest shit happened. 

Wanna come by the restaurant later?

Have something to show you.

You raised your brows, slightly confused, but send something back nonetheless 

Sure? Send the address, Need to show prof. Our collab ;) 

Slipping your phone back into your pocket, you grabbed your things and headed across campus to your professors office. When you finally got there, you took your headphones off, resting them around your neck and pausing your music before knocking on the door. You waited for a come in - before entering. He greeted you by your legal name that all your teachers called you, before asking. 

“So, I’m excited to hear what you’ve come up with for your final project” he motions for you to sit, taking his reading glasses off and setting them on his desk, crossing his hands in front of him.

“Oh- Professor- I am so excited to tell you about this, so you know how all semester you’ve been wanting me to try abstract work - but I was just too nervous to let go and let my brush do the work?” you asked and he sat up, more interested now. He had been on your case about trying abstract work, but each time you tried it became another modern escapism or surrealist painting, instead of being abstract. You found it hard for yourself to just go with shape and color other then painting a feeling or an idea. He nodded, to let you know to go on.

“Well…I finally was able to do so- I have a photo for you here, I think i’m going to call it the passion of letting go” you pull the photo up on your phone and hand it over. He put his glasses back on, holding the phone back how seniors usually do and his face lights up when he gets a good glimpse of it. 

“Oh- My- yes, I love this! This is just wonderful, I can’t wait to see it in person!” he said proudly, handing your phone back. “I wanted to let you know, that your mural was an absolute hit! It was the talk of the whole gala! I do wish you were there to see just how much it touched people.

“Was it?” You said happily, the smile on your lips grew slightly. You had been extraordinarily proud of your project, so the way it was enjoyed by so many people warmed your heart. 

“Oh yes, the gentleman that bought it was quite determined to have it, he got in bidding wars with 3 other people at the gala!” He chuckled a bit. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and slickly check it under the desk while the professor went on about how he used one of your most recent realism works to help teach the freshman students about shading as you read over the address to the restaurant that Carmy had sent.

“I really hate to cut this short Professor, but I have to get going I just came by to finish off that painting- we can catch up more next week, yeah?” You got up, grabbing your bag and he nodded. The two of you said your goodbyes and when you left and were walking towards the L platform, you couldn't help but feel a bit giddy. 

Carmy saw the space where you were most creative, your natural environment, as far as you could tell just in your short-ish interaction with him, the kitchen was that place for him. You put your headphones back on, sending a quick text to Carmy and sharing your location until the end of the day so he could expect your arrival as you blasted music into your ears to try and calm your nerves. The train over was fairly quiet, it wasn’t rushhour yet and it was a Monday afternoon, so most people were still at work or school.

As you walked towards the restaurant with your apple maps directions being your guide, you couldn’t help but feel as if you’ve seen it before. As you continue to walk, you rack your brain, until finally you remembered. On your way to your dorm in your freshman year when you had first moved here, you had went to this amazing little sandwich shop. The Beef! Yeah! That was it, your mom had been complaining she was hungry the past 2 hours so you and her stopped at the first hole in the wall spot you could get something quick and got 2 beef sandwiches that you still dream about and never had again since your school was across town and you didn’t have any friends over on this side of town, so there wasn’t really any reason to come back here.

You hoped it wouldn’t offend Carmy, but you wanted to grab a sandwich before you stopped in because you knew if he tried it he’d love it too. You quickly cancel your route and type in ‘The Beef’ and click for directions - thankfully it was the exact same time away as The Bear so you could guess that Carmy already knew about the restaurant, oh well- their sandwiches still were fire enough you’d risk offending your new chef friend to get one. 

You continued walking and saw The Bears sign in the distance, looking around trying to find The Beef, but you didn’t see it. You figured you’d just ask Carmy where it was and grab a sandwich on the way home. As you approached The Bear, though, your apple maps chimed into your headphones 

“Arrived: In 50 feet you will see The Original Beef Of Chicagoland on your right” You crinkle your brows, a bit confused and just end the route. The stupid thing only knows how to get somewhere half the time anyways. You tugged open the restaurant door, to see Richie standing at the host stand. 

“Yo! What the hell you doin’ here tinkerbell? You dyin’ f’more garlic knots?” he teased as Carmy came out of the kitchen

“Hey! C’mere got somethin’ t’show you” Carmy came over and rested his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the dining room. Your cheeks flushed as Richie looked at the two of you confused as Carmy slid his hand to your waist and asked

“Havin’ a good day?” in that low, soft way that made your stomach have wild flutters. That caused your gaze to be torn away from a very confused looking Richie, and pull it back to the Greek-God like blonde beside you and you smiled a bit, looking up at him and nodding

“It’s ok… I have something to show you too -” you told him as he stopped in front of a door labeled *AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY* and dug keys out of his chefs coat. Jesus he looked so amazing in that coat. You could imagine him throwing you up on the desk in your studio after a long shift and pounding you in it, so excited to see you he couldn’t even get it off before he-

“Close your eyes” he stood behind you, gently covering your eyes and your breath hitched at the sudden feeling of him pressed behind you, his hard muscle pressing into your back as he holds your head to his chest, hand cupped over your eyes so you wouldn’t look. The simple gesture had your core on fire. 

“Oh- Ok- Ok they’re closed” you mutter, letting him lead the way. You heard a light switch after he pushed open the door, leading you forward and stopping in the room, 

“You ready?” he whispers in your ear before giving your neck a gentle kiss that made you shiver, your breath hitched in your throat and you gently bring your hand up, tugging his hand away from your eyes and opening them. You blink a few times, getting adjusted to the light and when you noticed nearly straight away what it was you looked up at Carmy, a shocked look on your face. 

“Who did this?” you asked, head snapping back and looking at your Sampaguita Skies mural, shades of whites and yellows and blues. 

“The crazy thing is I didn’t even fuckin’ say anything. This is uh- I run the place, but my uncle owns it - f’now, i’m uh…workin’ on that, but he’s been really into art lately, got us the gig at that gala I didn’t even wanna do it in the first place but I do what he says y’know. And uhh..yeah- hes gonna be mounting it on that empty wall next to the host stand after he gets it preserved” he explained and you blushed, shaking your head in disbelief as a smile grew on your face.

“Fuckin- crazy” you said and giggled a bit, resting a hand on your hip and looking back at him. “Hey I was gonna ask you- There was this place over on this side of town- The Beef - have you been?” You asked and he chuckled amusedly, nodding as he leaned against the wall and rubbed over his chin with a smile. 

“I uh- I have why?” he questioned

“Oh! Well… they have super good sandwiches you probably know I was kinda in the mood for one - sorry I’m not a fancy person, do you know where it is I was gonna grab one on the way home” you said and he nods.

“Yeah, lemme take you” he extended his arm for you to take 

“Wh- no! No- you’re working I wouldn’t want to put you out-” you start to decline but he stops you 

“Not putin’ me out at all, c’mere, I’ll take you to get one” he said and you finally relented. He took you by the hand, closing and locking the storage room behind him and leading you back towards the kitchen and he pushed open the doors.

“Yo Ebra- 2 italian beefs please for back of house” he called and got a heard chef In response. You look at him confused

“Carmy I know you're a good chef and everything but -”

“Welcome to the beef” he said with a cocky smile. You look at him even more confused, because you had been to the beef, and it was…not this fancy place. 

“Are you that competitive? That you can't let me have some other dudes sandwich?” you said and he guided you by the hand again, this time over to what looked like a drive through window except no space for cars, it was like a walk up window you’d have seen at Jersey Beach. 

“This - this is The Beef now, The Beef was us, but we wanted to do something bigger- and the locals would have had me burning on a stake if I stopped doing sandwiches, so we operate as 2 separate businesses but in the same building” he explained. 

“Holy shit - so you’re saying I can get a free beef sandwich whenever I want cause i'm your favorite artist in chicago?” you teased and he rolled his eyes with an amused smile, taking you with him back to an office and flicked the light on 

“Anytime Bunny, anytime. You gonna show me what you said you were workin on?” He shuts the door behind him, sitting down on the big plush black leather office chair and sighing in relief. You can only imagine how long he’d been on his feet today. You came over, plopping in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Mmm yea- but I deserve a kiss” you pucker your lips and he laughed a bit, before leaning in and pecking your lips sweetly 

“For what? Guilting me into having someone make you a sandwich?” he teased and you shook your head, digging your phone out of your pocket

“For not climbing you like a tree the second I saw you in your sexy little Chefs coat, I behaved myself soo well out there” you unlocked it and found the picture, showing it to him and his brows raise in surprise. 

“Shit- we made that?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice, zooming in on different parts to take it all in. 

“We did” you said happily, gently running your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck.  “Can we make another one t’night?”

Tagging bestie boops: @carmenberzattosgf @gallaghersgal @mouseymilkovich @daysofyellowroses @l4long-winded

[spookiesmausoleum]

𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀-𝐙 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭

Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

B - Body: Are they into a specific physique? Why or why not? Are they just preferences or complete turn offs?

C - Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?

D - Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to whose topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

F - Food: Do they believe certain foods can be aphrodisiacs? If so what foods are like that for them? Do they like using food in the bedroom or is it too messy?

G - Group sex: Have they ever tried it? Would they ever want to try it if they haven't? If they don't enjoy it why not?

H - Humiliation: Are they into it? Why or why not? How far will they go? Do they enjoy being de-humanized or is it more being made fun of?

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?

J - Jousting: Do they like having more than one object or person inside of them? If so do they prefer toys or just multiple partners? Are they curious about it?

K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched?

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

O - Open: Do they enjoy having things in their mouth? If so what are their favorite oral fixations? (fingers, toys, giving oral, etc.)

P - Preference: Does size really matter to your muse? Whether it be for others or toys in general. Do they have a favorite type of toy they like to use? If so is it the same to use on other people?

Q - Quiet: Do they enjoy trying to see how long their partner can last without making a sound? Do they enjoy loud or quiet partners?

R - Risk: Are they into some risky kinks? (breath play, exhibitionism, blood play, etc.) If so what are their favorites? Do they practice them safely?

S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

U - Underwear: Do they enjoy lingerie or dressing up for their partner? Or is it too much of a hassle? Favorite garments to wear? Do they ever go without underwear?

V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do or even people they know? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?

W - Water: Do they enjoy shower sex or anywhere else that's wet like a pool or hot tub? Is it too awkward?

X - X Ray: What's going on under your muse's clothes? Do they have any special scars or places they like to be touched or avoided? Describe their physique and anything else you'd like to expand on.

Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?

Z - Zones: Favorite places they like to be touched? Are some less obvious than others? Any places they absolutely hate being touched?

[leiswxrld]

⎈⎈⎈

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒… “you like fucking my shit hmm?”

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Tom Kaulitz x black fem reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, p in v sex, drunk Tom, somnophilia (reader does wake up at some point, sleepy reader, non-con sex.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 666 Words

𝐀/𝐍: has been a while but I have missed you all 🫶🏾, having the worst case of writer block it’s bad 😭. Anyway listen to Tokio hotel.

You knew Tom would come home at odd hours during the night since he’d normally go out drinking to celebrate which was every other evening.

Every night, you would constantly hear the thudding steps of the band walking back into the dorms. Tom would always come back drunk, switching on the light with a hiccup as he got changed.

Today was no different, you were in a deep sleep. The sounds of Tom’s boots echoed throughout the room as he stood in front of the bed.

“B-baby you awake” he slurred, waiting for an answer but all he got in response was a furrow of your brows at the calling of your name and a groan as you turned over, breathing slowly.

He hiccuped, stripping into his boxers and walking over to the foot of the bed. You snored, fingers twitching as Tom climbed onto the bed and hovered over your limp body.

He pulled off the covers and you still had no reaction, you were only in a tank top and panties since it was hot but you barley noticed the extra layer of warmth being pulled off your body.

He smirked to himself, easy access.

He slowly, dragged down your panties till they reached your knees and pulled out his cock, pressing it against the wet slik your pussy created and slowly pushed himself inside you, letting out a low sigh. You move a little, your face twitching a bit. He waited a bit, before moving into you at a slow pace.

You let out a moan in your sleep, face contorting and body moving but you didn’t fully wake up. He made small grunts at the tightness, feeling it compress around him.

He wanted more…he wasn’t satisfied with the small strokes and with that his tempo increased, the long strokes of his dick had you ferociously moaning.

Your eyes open, making eye contact with Tom. “F-fuck Tom what are you doing” you say, back arching as your hands flew to his back. “What d-does it look like I’m doing” he replied, pointing the obvious. You let out a breathless sigh, as he grabbed a hold of your legs propping them onto his shoulders.

This allowed him to go in deeper, pounding into your aching hole as you screamed. He places a cold hand onto your mouth, silencing your moans. “SSSshhh- you’ll wake the others…you don’t want them h-hearing how good I’m making you feel hmm” he whispers, plummeting deep inside you.

You could smell the whiskey tainting his breath as he licked his lips, his breath hitting your face.

The cold sweat oozed off your neck, as the room became hot and humid, it was impossible to keep the loud screams of pure pleasure from spilling out, pushing your head into the crack of his neck.

Each stroke was rougher than the last feeling as if you were on cloud nine, the intense eye contact with Tom made you closer than you already were. He stroked the flying hairs from your face, sucking love bites onto your neck and bringing you into a anguished kiss. “Fuck- your still t-tight, you like fucking my shit hmm”

You moan at his words, the pupils of your eyes spinning back and your nails scratching at anything in your way. He knew you were close watching as your back arched and your lips whispered incoherent words, “Such a fucking slut” he degraded, gripping your hair.

His words sent you over the edge and you let out a silent scream, feeling the high of your orgasm at its peak as you released. he continued his violent plunges, whispering incomprehensibly to himself. “Shittttt…” he groaned, releasing his load into you as his movements slowed.

He gave you one last kiss on the lips, before passing out next to you. You took a moment to catch your breath, going to clean yourself up and coming back to the bedroom.

You kiss his cheek, before going back to sleep.

[stareuphoria]

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀-𝐙

A = Agreeable

anton agree’s with alot of the things that you say, especially when it has to do with being introverted since you both are two introverts.

B = Bright

bright is a word people use to describe anton but it’s a word that he surely uses to describe someone like you. he has never met someone who has a brightness like you, and never will.

C = Cello

anton’s favorite instrument is the cello. it has been since he was a child, but he hasn’t in a few months … so when you ask to learn from him .. he is more than delighted to teach you.

D = Dear

anton’s favorite nickname’s to call you is "dear", and sometimes he thinks it’s a bit old fashioned but those thoughts go away when you tell him that you love the name a lot.

E = Easy - Going

anton is a very easy going person. he’s always been looking for someone to be the same , so after spending time with you he sees that you are the same. he knows, that you are the one.

F = Fun

anton is fun to be around especially when he is with you, he gets to much excitent by being with you. he knows you do too when you are tacking him onto the bed , after chasing him.

G = Gorgeous

anton is gorgeous and i mean GORGEOUS but he knows that there is someone more that one pis you and don’t say you aren’t because he’ll spend all day telling you the reasons you are.

H = Hero

he’s hero. anton is your hero , especially when you are in korea … not knowing the language much. he would be there to help you translate, getting you where you needed/ wanted to be.

I = Irrestible

anton loves you, he loves spending every minute with you, by your side. he can’t help it, your just so irrestible, but you know that 😜

J = Jazz

anton is into jazz, he loves listening to it now a days so when you ask him to put you on some, he is putting you on the best songs he knows.

K = Kid - Like

anton loves to play with bubble’s, swing and play roblox. some would say that those are kid-like things to do, but he disagree’s with that, so do you …. and forever will disagree.

L = Love

anton loves you with all his heart. he loves your smile, your hair, your eyes, he loves you and everything about you. his heart will be full of love for you till the day that he dies.

M = Motivational

anton is motivated when comes to his work but sometimes he gets tired … needing the extra push to have some motivation. luckily your there to motivation him , his good luck.

N = Needy

anton gets needy. when he gets does, all he wants is to hold you within your arms in bed, and give you multiple kisses, and snuggles.

O = Open

anton is open to a lot of things, he is definitely when it comes to food. there was this one time you put him on something he has never tried … since then he’s been a changed man.

P = Polite

anton sometimes is too polite for his own good. he can’t help it, that’s just his nature, but he wouldn’t be more polite to anyone other than you. holding the door open … etc etc.

Q = Quiet

anton loves it when it’s quiet at night with the two of you having dinner together while talking to each other. he loves times like this.

R = Romantic

anton’s has alot of romantic gestures. one of them is every year he loves to take you on a trip, a little vacation to a different country that you’ve never been. spending time with you.

S = Secure

anton’s makes sure you always feel secure no matter where y’all go, if he catches a man looking at you, he’d stare them down. there’s nothing he wouldn’t go to make you feel safe.

T = Tough

anton is secretly though. most people don’t know it, but especially you know it when it comes to the bedroom.

U = Uprising

anton will talk the time out of his day to uprise your spririts, even more when you are down in the dumps. he does anything to bring them up. lucky for him you can’t stay sad for too long.

V = Valuable

there’s a lot of valuable’s anton has but the one he values the most, keeping it the closest to his heart, is you.

W = Warm

anton’s body always manages to keep you warm during the cold nights of winter. his arm’s wrapped around your torso underneath the blankets is the most comforting thing.

Y = Yours

anton is yours forever and ever. no matter what happens in life he’ll always be your one.

Z = Zoom

anton is on his zoom when you both play hide & seek with him finding you, chasing you down the bed room where he pins you to the bed, giving you a storm of kisses.

[mitskiyama]

࿙࿚࿙࡛࿚࿙࿚ ࣭ ✿፝֟͟͝✿ . ࿙࡛࿚࿙࿚࿙࡛࿚

𝗟꯭ׄ𝗜፝֟𝗡꯭ׄꓘ

𝐋꯭፝֟𝐈꯭𝐍꯭ׄ𝐊

𝗟ׄ᷼𝗜ꓠׅ֟፝𝗞:

© 𝖻ⴗ 𝗯ׁαׅ፝֟ო𝗯𝗶 𝓦. δ𝘂ᩘրׁ𝗴𝗵ׅ𖹭ׁ͜𖹭ׅ𝗻

ᦅׂ︩︪ ɑ ᦅ‌۪ 𝗽︩︩︪ әׂ 𝗼︢︣ׄ ᥲ ꞗ ᥴ ժ ᥱ ᥣ ꧑ ᥒ ᥆ ρ ɾ ᥉ ᥙ ᥎ ᥕ ᥊ r ι ժ ᥒ ����ִ︣︢  𝘁ׁ ⍺ׁ 𝕣ּ︪︩ ꭑִ 𝗒ׄ 𐐼 𝗮‌ ᧉ ɘ۪  ꪱ︪︩۫  ᴉ ꭑ ꪑ ᨵ ꪮ ᦅ‌ ɔ ᦅ︩︪ᦅ 𐐫ׁ ⱺ թ ƨ t‌ ȶ ꭎ ꭚ 𝘆︩︪ɾ ⳽ ᑲ ꬻ ƙ ҍ թ ᥴ 𞥐 ʝ հ ι ᥙ ᖾ ᥲ ᥒ ɠ ᥱ Ꙇ χ  Ɩ ե ҽ ρ 𞤲 ᥒ ᑲ ᧑ є‌ ω ꪮ ᑯ ρ︪︩   ꫀ 𐑀︩︪   մ 𝛼 𝘥 ɕׅ ꬻ 𝗀 ᥙᩛ ɘꭑ 𐐼 ᦅ ꭎ ᴉ 𝗻‌ ᧉ α 𝗋 ᪁ ⱺ ꭐ ȶ 𐐼 ɩ 𐐫 ə α 𐐼 ᥲ ⍶ ᪁ ᥴ ᧉ ǝ 𝖾‌ ᥱ ɘ ꬶ ᧁ ɧ ⲓ ɩ ƞ ᥒ ᵰ ꭑ ꬺ ℓ ᦅ‌ ꮻ ᦅ ͽ 𐐫 ᥆ 𐑀 ⱺ 𝗼

⍺‌   ⍺‌.   ⍺‌. 𝗮‌ ᨗ‌ . ⍶ α︪︩. 𝐀 ‌. 𝐀‌ a‌ 𝚨‌ 𝗔‌  𝗮‌  𝗰︩︪ׄ  ɕ‌ ǝ ︩︪ ֹ ɘ‌ . h︩︪  ꪱ︪︩۫ 𝕜︩︪. 𝗄‌ 𝗹︪︩.    ո︩︪   𝗇ִ︣︢ . 𝗼︢︣ׄ. ᦅ︩︪ 𝗽︩︩︪ 𝐏‌ . ρ︪︩ .   𝕣ּ︪︩   . ⲅ︩︪ ƨ‌.   𝘀︢︣ 𝐓‌︩︪ ׄ. υ‌   𝗎‌ 

𝕯‌

𝐀‌ Ꭺ ɑ ⍺ ⍺‌ 𝗮‌ ᨗ‌⍶ α 𝐀‌ 𝕬‌𝐀‌ׁt ɒ 𝐀‌Ⓐ‌ 𝐀 ‌𝐀‌ a‌𝚨‌𝗔‌

⍺‌ 𐐼 𝗮‌ 𐐼ᨗ‌ ⍶ α︪︩ 𐓠 α︪ ᥲ 𐐼 𝗮‌ 𐐼ᨗ‌ ⍺‌ 𐐼 𝗮‌ 𐐼ᨗ‌ ⍶ α︪︩

ℬ Ᏼ в 𝗯ׁ‌ ᖯ 𝗯ׁ‌ƅ 𝕭‌𝐁‌

ꞗ ‌𝐙‌

ℂ ℭ ɕ 𝗰‌ 𝗰︩︪ׄ ɕ‌ 𝗰ֹ 𝗰‌ 𝗰︩︪ׄ ɕ‌ 𝗰ֹ 𝗰︩︪ 𝗰‌ 𝗰︩︪ׄ ɕ‌𝗰ֹ ʗ 𝐂‌𝗰 𝕰‌🅲‌ 𝐂‌ 𝕮‌ 𝗖‌ׅׄ 𝐂‌ℂ‌ ᥴ

Ꭰ ɗ ᑯ 𝕯‌

Ꭼ Ɛ ǝ ᧈ ǝ 𝗲ֹ︩︪ ᧉ‌ ᧉׄ‌ ɘ ɘ‌ ᧈ ǝ 𝗲ֹ︩︪ ᧉ‌ ᧉׄ‌ ɘ ɘ‌ ǝ‌ ǝ‌ 𝗲ֺ︬ 𝗲 ֹ ‌ ׄ‌𝐄‌ ɘ ɘ‌𝔼 𝙴‌ֹ ǝ‌ 𝐄‌𝕰‌𝟹 𝞝‌𝞝 𝗲 ֺ︬ Ξ 𝗘 ᥱ ᥱ‌ 𝗲ֹ︩︪ ᧉׄ‌ ࣪

ƒ ʄ ғ

Ꮐ Ꮆ ℊ ԍ 𝐆‌

Ꮋ ℍ Ꮒ ჩ Ᏺ Ꮒ 𝗛 h︩︪ ׁ 🄷‌ℍ‌ 𝕳‌ h 🄷‌ 𝕳‌𝐇‌

Ꮖ ¡ Ꭵ ɪ 𝗂ׅׄ i i‌𝕴‌ 𝟏‌𝗶 𝟏‌𝗜‌𝙞‌𝟭‌𝟷 ɪ ꪱ 𝗂ׅׄ i︪ i‌ 𝗶︩︪ 𝗂ׅׄ ꪱ︪︩۫ɪ ꪱ 𝗂ׅׄ i︪ i‌

Ꭻ ᣫ ʝ

Ꮶ к 𝗸ׂ ʞ 𝗞ׁׂׅ 𝕜︩︪ 𝗄‌ 𝐊‌

Ꮮ 𝗹 Ɩ 𝕃‌𝗹 𝐋‌ׂׅ 𝐋‌ 𝕃‌ 𝕷‌ 𝗹︪︩

Ꮇ ℳ м ϻ 𝐌‌ׂׅ ო ꧑ ꪑ ᧗ℕ ɳ η ᥒ ᥢ 𝐍‌𝕟‌ 𝗇‌ 𝗇

ᥢ 𝐍‌𝕟‌ 𝗇‌ 𝗇‌ 𝗻‌ ᵰ ɳ‌ 𝗻ׂׅ ɳ‌

𝗻‌ᵰ ɳ‌𝗻ׂׅ ɳ‌ 🅽‌ 𝐍‌ո 🄽‌ 𝕹‌ Ⓝ‌N‌ִ𝙽︬ 𝗻‌ 𝗇ִ 𝗇ֹ 𝗻 𐓣 ᥒ 𝗻 ո︩︪

𝗼‌ ͽ 𝕆‌𝗼︢︣ׄ 𝗼‌ ׁ︩︪ σ‌ ۪ ‌𝟘‌ɔ ׂ 𝒪 ☹︎ 𝗢‌𝕆‌ ‌ ‌𝟎‌𝕆‌𝗼‌𝟶 ᦅ︩ ᨧׂ ᦢ ᦅ 𝗼‌ ͽ 𝗼𖫰︢︣ׄ 𝗼‌ ⱺׁ︩︪ σ‌ ᦅ‌۪ ɔ ⱺ ᦅ�� ꮻ ᨵ ᦅ‌ ��‌ 𝗼‌ ͽ 𝗼𖫰︢︣ׄ 𝗼‌ ⱺׁ︩︪ σ‌ ᦅ‌۪ ɔ ⱺ ᦅׂ ꮻ ᨵ ᦅ‌ 𖣠‌

Ꮲ ℙ ℘ ρ թ 𝗽 𝐏‌ ρ թ 𝗽︩︩︪

ℝ Ꮢ Ꭱ ℜ ℛ я я ɾ ɾ 𝐑‌𝐑ܿⓇ‌ 𝐑‌ 𝗥‌ׅׄ 𝗥‌ 𝕽‌

Տ Ꮪ 𝘀ׅׄ ƨ‌ ʂ 𝚂 ꙅ Ꙅ 𝘀︢︣ 𝘀‌ƨ‌🅢‌໋. 𝘀ׅׄ ƨ‌

Ꭲ 𝐓‌𝘁 ׄ ȶ Ʈ 𝕿‌ 🅣‌ 𝗧‌ 𝐓‌𝚃. 𝘁︩︪ׄ

υ‌ υ 𝐔‌ υ‌ ‌ 𝖀‌𝐔⃫

Ꮩ ѵ ⱴ 𝐕‌V‌ 𝖁‌ּ Ꮩ‌𝐕‌

Ꮃ ω ѡִ︬ ‌ ⍹ֽ 𝘄‌ w‌ ѡ ִ

ﾒ 𝐗‌

Ꭹ 𝚈 𝗬‌ׂׅ 𝐘‌ 𝐘‌ ɥ

Ꮓ ℤ ʑ

ᥲ b ᥴ d ᥱ f g h ι j k ᥣ m ᥒ‌ ᥒ o ρ q r s t ᥙ v ᥕ x ყ z

𝐀 𝐁 𝐂 𝐃 𝐄 𝐅 𝐆 𝐇 𝐈 𝐉 𝐊 𝐋 𝐌 𝐍 𝐎 𝐏 𝐐 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐕 𝐖 𝐗 𝐘 𝐙

𝐚 𝐛 𝐜 𝐝 𝐞 𝐟 𝐠 𝐡 𝐢 𝐣 𝐤 𝐥 𝐦 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐪 𝐫 𝐬 𝐭 𝐮 𝐯 𝐰 𝐱 𝐲 𝐳

͏͏🆂e𝕡͠α𝗿᷼͡α᷼͡𝕕᷼͡✿𝗋𝗲𝕤

𝕬𝕭𝕮𝕯𝕰𝕱𝕲𝕳𝕴𝕵𝕶𝕷𝕸𝕹𝕺𝕻𝕼𝕽𝕾𝕿𝖀𝖁𝖂𝖃𝖄𝖅

𝗔𝗕𝗖𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗚𝗛𝗜𝗝𝗞𝗟𝗠𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗤𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗩𝗪𝗫𝗬𝗭

𝗗̶ׅׄ𝐈꯭𝐕ׅ֟͡υ‌𝐋‌ׂׅ

[duditys]

𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒔 ꒱

𝑎 𝑏 𝑐 𝑑 𝑒 𝑓 𝑔 𝒉 𝑖 𝑗 𝑘 𝑙 𝑚 𝑛 𝑜 𝑝 𝑞 𝑟 𝑠 𝑡 𝑢 𝑣 𝑤 𝑥 𝑦 𝑧

𝒂 𝒃 𝒄 𝒅 𝒆 𝒇 𝒈 𝒉 𝒊 𝒋 𝒌 𝒍 𝒎 𝒏 𝒐 𝒑 𝒒 𝒓 𝒔 𝒕 𝒖 𝒗 𝒘 𝒙 𝒚 𝒛

𝑨 𝑩 𝑪 𝑫 𝑬 𝑭 𝑮 𝑯 𝑰 𝑱 𝑲 𝑳 𝑴 𝑵 𝑵 𝑶 𝑷 𝑸 𝑹 𝑺 𝑻 𝑼 𝑽 𝑾 𝑿 𝒀 𝒁

𝐀 𝐁 𝐂 𝐃 𝐄 𝐅 𝐆 𝐇 𝐈 𝐉 𝐊 𝐋 𝐌 𝐍 𝐍 𝐎 𝐏 𝐐 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐕 𝐖 𝐗 𝐘 𝐙

𝚊 𝚋 𝚌 𝚍 𝚎 𝚏 𝚐 𝚑 𝚒 𝚓 𝚔 𝚕 𝚖 𝚗 𝚘 𝚙 𝚚 𝚛 𝚜 𝚝 𝚞 𝚟 𝚠 𝚡 𝚢 𝚣

𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚆 𝚇 𝚈 𝚉

𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅

𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟

a̷b̷c̷d̷e̷f̷g̷h̷i̷j̷k̷l̷m̷n̷o̷p̷q̷r̷s̷t̷u̷v̷w̷x̷y̷z̷

a͓̽ b͓ ̽ c͓̽ d͓ ̽ e͓̽ f͓ ̽ g͓ ̽ h͓ ̽ i͓̽ j ͓ ̽ k͓ ̽ l͓ ̽ m͓̽ n͓̽ o͓̽ p͓ ̽ q͓ ̽ r͓̽ s͓̽ t͓ ̽ u͓̽ v͓̽ w͓̽ x͓̽ y͓ ̽ z͓̽

a̤ b̤ c̤ d̤ e̤ f̤ g̤ h̤ i̤j̤ k̤ l̤m̤ n̤ o̤ p̤ q̤ r̤ s̤ t̤ṳ v̤ w̤ x̤ y̤ z̤

ä b̈ c̈ d̈ ë f ̈g̈ ḧ ï j̈k̈ l̈m̈ n̈ ö p̈ q̈ r̈ s̈ ẗ ü v̈ ẅ ẍ ÿ z̈

a̫ b̫ c̫ d̫ e�� f̫g̫ h̫ i̫j̫k̫ l̫m̫ n̫ o̫ p̫ q̫ r̫ s̫ t̫u̫ v̫ w̫ x̫ y̫ z̫

a͚ b͚ c͚ d͚ e͚ f͚g͚ h͚ i͚j͚ k͚ l͚m͚ n͚ o͚ p͚ q͚ r͚ s͚ t͚u͚ v͚ w͚ x͚ y͚ z͚

𝔸 𝕒 𝔹 𝕓 ℂ 𝕔 𝔻 𝕕 𝔼 𝕖 𝔽 𝕗 𝔾 𝕘 ℍ 𝕙 𝕀 𝕚 𝕁 𝕛 𝕂 𝕜 𝕃 𝕝 𝕄 𝕞 ℕ 𝕟 𝕆 𝕠 ℙ 𝕡 ℚ 𝕢 ℝ 𝕣 𝕊 𝕤 𝕋 𝕥 𝕌 𝕦 𝕍 𝕧 𝕎 𝕨 𝕏 𝕩 𝕐 𝕪 ℤ

𝙰 𝚊 𝙱 𝚋 𝙲 𝚌 𝙳 𝚍 𝙴 𝚎 𝙵 𝚏 𝙶 𝚐 𝙷 𝚑 𝙸 𝚒 𝙹 𝚓 𝙺 𝚔 𝙻 𝚕 𝙼 𝚖 𝙽 𝚗 𝙾 𝚘 𝙿 𝚙 𝚀 𝚚 𝚁 𝚛 𝚂 𝚜 𝚃 𝚝 𝚄 𝚞 𝚅 𝚟 𝚆 𝚠 𝚇 𝚡 𝚈 𝚢 𝚉

𝘈 𝘢 𝘉 𝘣 𝘊 𝘤 𝘋 𝘥 𝘌 𝘦 𝘍 𝘧 𝘎 𝘨 𝘏 𝘩 𝘐 𝘪 𝘑 𝘫 𝘒 𝘬 𝘓 𝘭 𝘔 𝘮 𝘕 𝘯 𝘖 𝘰 𝘗 𝘱 𝘘 𝘲 𝘙 𝘳 𝘚 𝘴 𝘛 𝘵 𝘜 𝘶 𝘝 𝘷 𝘞 𝘸 𝘟 𝘹 𝘠 𝘺 𝘡

𝘼 𝙖 𝘽 𝙗 𝘾 𝙘 𝘿 𝙙 𝙀 𝙚 𝙁 𝙛 𝙂 𝙜 𝙃 𝙝 𝙄 𝙞 𝙅 𝙟 𝙆 𝙠 𝙇 𝙡 𝙈 𝙢 𝙉 𝙣 𝙊 𝙤 𝙋 𝙥 𝙌 𝙦 𝙍 𝙧 𝙎 𝙨 𝙏 𝙩 𝙐 𝙪 𝙑 𝙫 𝙒 𝙬 𝙓 𝙭 𝙔 𝙮 𝙕

𝐴 𝑎 𝐵 𝑏 𝐶 𝑐 𝐷 𝑑 𝐸 𝑒 𝐹 𝑓 𝐺 𝑔 𝐻 ℎ 𝐼 𝑖 𝐽 𝑗 𝐾 𝑘 𝐿 𝑙 𝑀 𝑚 𝑁 𝑛 𝑂 𝑜 𝑃 𝑝 𝑄 𝑞 𝑅 𝑟 𝑆 𝑠 𝑇 𝑡 𝑈 𝑢 𝑉 𝑣 𝑊 𝑤 𝑋 𝑥 𝑌 𝑦 𝑍

𝒂 𝑩 𝒃 𝑪 𝒄 𝑫 𝒅 𝑬 𝒆 𝑭 𝒇 𝑮 𝒈 𝑯 𝒉 𝑰 𝒊 𝑱 𝒋 𝑲 𝒌 𝑳 𝒍 𝑴 𝒎 𝑵 𝒏 𝑶 𝒐 𝑷 𝒑 𝑸 𝒒 𝑹 𝒓 𝑺 𝒔 𝑻 𝒕 𝑼 𝒖 𝑽 𝒗 𝑾 𝒘 𝑿 𝒙 𝒀 𝒚 𝒁

𝐀 𝐚 𝐁 𝐛 𝐂 𝐜 𝐃 𝐝 𝐄 𝐞 𝐅 𝐟 𝐆 𝐠 𝐇 𝐡 𝐈 𝐢 𝐉 𝐣 𝐊 𝐤 𝐋 𝐥 𝐌 𝐦 𝐍 𝐧 𝐎 𝐨 𝐏 𝐩 𝐐 𝐪 𝐑 𝐫 𝐒 𝐬 𝐓 𝐭 𝐔 𝐮 𝐕 𝐯 𝐖 𝐰 𝐗 𝐱 𝐘 𝐲 𝐙

𝗔 𝗮 𝗕 𝗯 𝗖 𝗰 𝗗 𝗱 𝗘 𝗲 𝗙 𝗳 𝗚 𝗴 𝗛 𝗵 𝗜 𝗶 𝗝 𝗷 𝗞 𝗸 𝗟 𝗹 𝗠 𝗺 𝗡 𝗻 𝗢 𝗼 𝗣 𝗽 𝗤 𝗾 𝗥 𝗿 𝗦 𝘀 𝗧 𝘁 𝗨 𝘂 𝗩 𝘃 𝗪 𝘄 𝗫 𝘅 𝗬 𝘆 𝗭

𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓩 𝒶 𝒷 𝒸 𝒹 ℯ 𝒻 ℊ 𝒽 𝒾 𝒿 𝓀 𝓁 𝓂 𝓃 ℴ 𝓅 𝓆 𝓇 𝓈 𝓉 𝓊 𝓋 𝓌 𝓍 𝓎 𝓏

ᵃ ᵇ ᶜ ᵈ ᵉ ᶠ ᵍ ʰ ᶤ ʲ ᵏ ˡ ᵐ ᶰ ᵒ ᵖ ᵠ ʳ ˢ ᵗ ᵘ ᵛ ʷ ˣ ʸ ᶻ

λ ϐ ς d ε ғϑ ɢ н ι ϳ κ l ϻ π σ ρ φ г s τ υ v ш ϰ ψ z

α Ⴆ ƈ ԃ ҽ ϝ ɠ ԋ ι ʝ ƙ ʅ ɱ ɳ σ ρ ϙ ɾ ʂ ƚ υ ʋ ɯ x ყ ȥ

α в c ɔ ε ғ ɢ н ı נ κ ʟ м п σ ρ ǫ я ƨ т υ ν ш х ч z

ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ ғ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ ϙ ʀ s ᴛ ᴜ ᴠ ᴡ x ʏ ᴢ

α в c ∂ e ғ ɢ н ι j ĸ ℓ м η o ρ ǫ я ѕ т υ v ш χ ч z

ᥲ b ᥴ d ᥱ f g h ι j k ᥣ m ᥒ o ρ q r s t ᥙ v ᥕ x ყ z

[northsborn]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙: 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖑𝖉 𝕿𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊.

The Old Tongue is characterized by strong, guttural sounds and a heavy accent, reflecting its Viking roots. It is designed to be difficult to learn but easy to speak by ear, with words that bear similarities to the Common Tongue of Westeros.

Basic Vocabulary:

Warrior: Kriger

Ship: Skip

Sea: Sjø

Sword: Sverð

King: Konge

Shield: Skjold

Battle: Slag

Light: Lys

Honor: Ære

Peace: Fred

magnar: lord

ULV: wolf

hvit: white

snø: snow

blomst: flower

rød: red

crown ; crown

Skagos: stone

Sygerrik : deceiver

nag gran : the people

my love: min kjærlighet

Consonants:

Plosives: /p/, /b/, /t/, /d/, /k/, /g/

Fricatives: /f/, /v/, /s/, /z/, /ʃ/ (sh), /θ/ (th as in "thing")

Nasals: /m/, /n/, /ŋ/ (ng)

Liquids: /l/, /r/ (trilled)

Glides: /j/ (y), /w/

Vowels:

Front: /i/, /e/, /æ/ (as in "cat")

Central: /ə/ (schwa), /a/

Back: /u/, /o/, /ɑ/ (as in "father")

The Old Tongue is a language steeped in the traditions and values of Viking society, emphasizing strength, honor, and the sea. Its speakers are known for their fierce independence and warrior spirit. The language's guttural tones and powerful sounds reflect the harsh yet majestic landscapes of the North, making it a language of both strength and poetry.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒.

[d0reah]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖎 𝕷𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊: 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊.

Lyseni is a language that combines the elegant and sophisticated sounds of High Valyrian with the fluidity and grace of Ancient Roman and Greek influences. It is spoken with a faster tempo and softer pronunciation, making it sound melodic and flowing.

Basic Vocabulary:

Sun: Aelios

Moon: Seluna

Sea: Thalassa

Fire: Pyr

Sword: Gladius

King: Basileus

Queen: Basilissa

Dragon: Drakon

Light: Lux

Love: Amora

Consonants:

Plosives: /p/, /b/, /t/, /d/, /k/, /g/

Fricatives: /f/, /v/, /θ/ (th as in "thin"), /ð/ (th as in "this"), /s/, /z/

Nasals: /m/, /n/

Liquids: /l/, /r/

Glides: /j/ (y), /w/

Vowels:

Front: /i/, /e/

Central: /ə/ (schwa), /a/

Back: /u/, /o/

Lyseni, with its roots in a culture that values beauty, wisdom, and power, is a language of poets and rulers. Its speakers are known for their eloquence and the ability to weave complex ideas into their speech effortlessly. The language's softer tones and rapid pace reflect a society that prizes intellect and artistry and pleasure, drawing from the rich traditions of both Valyrian and classical antiquity.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒.

[vullcanica]

Avita Desalvar. The Eighth. The Lady Vernalia.

Born again by miracle two millenia after her cruel, untimely death at the hands of a fearmongered town mob, Avita restarts her life in an artificial body, the result of her parents, Nikodemus and Antonin's tireless efforts to craft a vessel apt to hold her volatile, powerful spirit.

She's a preternatural already, first and foremost the holder of an Eater soul and thusly capable of weaponizing it to draw life from others, but the introduction of Antonin's eldritch blood makes a terribly mighty immortal out of her. It's how she's granted another chance at the life she never got to live, this time in a loving home with two present, adoring fathers who help her through her tumultuous settling within human flesh. And though her limitless potential opens to her many doors and paths, among them she chooses a green thumb, a social character and a love for philanthropy.

So come bother Avita and her horrific human frankenstein of a pet Molerat on their adventures into the bright new world. Her info can be found here! D&D verse available, mundane modern verse coming soon.

mandatory tag for @vilestblood (Antonín) bc dottir!!!

[ghstfacr]

closed // nah this had to be a starter lmao // @razorfst

⸺   𝐀   𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏   𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇   𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓   chiseled   muscle   as   her   chin   rests   atop   his   chest   ,   hooded   optics   peering   up   at   the   man   in   calm   ,   casual   challenge   .   ❝   it   just   sometimes   feels   like   (  . . .  )   you   look   at   me   and   i   can't   tell   if   you're   upset   .   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑   𝚒   𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝   𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗   𝚝𝚘   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢   .   ❞   the   huntress'   jaw   sets   as   lashes   flutter   ,   fighting   beyond   all   capability   not   to   allow   the   tears   which   threaten   to   pool   .   ❝   i   gave   up   a   lot   ,   andrei   (  . . .  )   i   made   my   best   friend   l e a v e   m e   b e h i n d   because   i   was   -   𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮   𝓲   𝓐𝓜   𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮   𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽   𝔂𝓸𝓾   .   i'm   sure   of   how   i   FEEL   about   you   .   ❞

her   countenance   bleeds   with   timid   apprehension   as   jules   wills   herself   to   continue   ,   𝕥𝕠   𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖   𝕥𝕙𝕖   𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟   𝕠𝕗   𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘   𝕤𝕙𝕖   𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤   𝕥𝕠   𝕤𝕒𝕪   and   get   it   off   her   chest   .   ❝   i   know   we   have   a   good   thing   here   ,   and   i   can   tell   you   think   so   too   ,   most   of   the   time   (  . . .  )   but   ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ   ɪ   ᴊᴜꜱᴛ   ᴡᴏʀʀʏ   ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ   ɪ'ᴍ   ᴛᴏᴏ   ᴍᴜᴄʜ   .   or   maybe   NOT ENOUGH   .   ❞

[oncloudjackie]

the lonely 𝑺𝐨𝐫𝐜𝒆𝐫𝐨𝐫 kneels

and 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 salt-soaked hands

in devout 𝒔𝐮𝐩𝐩𝒍𝒊𝐜𝒂𝐭𝒊𝐨𝐧 to

glory-𝐝𝒂𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒.

𝐰𝒂𝐭𝒆𝐫𝐜𝐨𝒍𝐨𝐫-damp voice d a ppl in g

tender 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝒆𝐫𝒊𝐧𝐠𝒔 of soul-lit 𝐩𝒆𝒂𝐫𝒍𝒔

to the hungered 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 of the 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍.

the lone 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝒆𝐫 casts

reels of fireflies and lilac-lit 𝐛𝒆𝐧𝒆𝐝𝒊𝐜𝐭𝒊𝐨𝐧

into 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 insatiability.

W A X Y-𝐨𝐯𝒆𝐫𝐫𝒊𝐩𝒆 vowels

and rose-hued 𝒆𝐱𝒂𝒍𝐭𝒂𝐭𝒊𝐨𝐧

d i s s o l v e into periwinkle 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇.

b ar b ed 𝒔𝐜𝐫𝒊𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝒆

and coarse s h ard s of consonants

swallowed whole by 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

and clamouring 𝐒𝐄𝐀-𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝒔.

the 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐤 waits,

poised in a moon-soaked 𝐯𝒊𝐠𝒊𝒍

on the singing 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄line of 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

dusk-wild 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 laps at his knees,

caressing the aching 𝒔𝒊𝐧𝒆𝐰𝒔 of his thighs;

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 kisses the 𝐡𝒂𝒍𝒍𝐨𝐰𝒆𝐝 h o l l o w s of his ankles

in ceaseless 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝒔𝐡𝒊𝐩.

a 𝐌𝒂𝐧 ebbs.

as 𝐭𝐫𝒂𝐠𝒆𝐝𝐲-m o ttl e d skin e v a n e s c e s

into 𝐕𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑-

faint 𝐩𝐮𝒍𝒔𝒆 merging into the humming horizon-

tempest-lit 𝐫𝒆𝐦𝒆𝐦𝐛𝐫𝒂𝐧𝐜𝒆 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 his chest:

how he once w eav ed damnation into ozone,

conjuring crooning 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐮𝒔𝒆𝒔 out of 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐎 𝐒,

and spell-bound 𝐦𝐞𝐧 into 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐎𝐀𝐌-

all in 𝐬𝒂𝐜𝐫𝒆𝐝 𝐛𝒆𝐧𝒆𝐟𝒂𝐜𝐭𝒊𝐨𝐧 to

the 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐝𝒆𝒆𝐩.

as 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 of the 𝐛𝒍𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 w a n e s,

the 𝐒𝐄𝐀-GOD 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 up from the 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧-deep-

lavender 𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐄 and trilling starfish t w is t in g

into a 𝐩𝒆𝒂𝐫𝒍𝒆𝒔𝐜𝒆𝐧𝐭 coronet-

cacophonous 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐒 of alabaster and cyan

c h ur n in His 𝒔𝐩𝒍𝒆𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐫-filled wake.

star-crossed palms, lined with 𝐝𝒊𝐯𝒊𝐧𝒊𝐭𝐲 and

lilting 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑beds,

𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐂 𝐇 out

and trace the lone 𝒂𝐫𝒊𝒂-raptured 𝐃𝐄𝐖drop

𝒔𝐭𝒊𝒍𝒍 lingering on the 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓 of 𝒆𝐭𝒆𝐫𝐧𝒊𝐭𝐲.

salt air stands 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋,

soul-worn 𝐩𝒆𝒂𝐫𝒍𝒔 s p ill i ng from

𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞-veined fingertips,

as six 𝐒𝐄𝐀-𝐄𝐲𝒆𝒔 fill with soul-𝐅𝐎𝐀𝐌,

infinite melodies 𝐜𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝐧𝐠-

His 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 song now a 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆.

beware the frailty of men. their wills are weak, minds young.

(more sugusato AU because why not :D)

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𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀-𝐙

A = Adore

taehyung adores the way your eyes smile when you smile or laugh at something. he loves it a lot, so much that whenever he gets the chance he makes you laugh just so get can see the sight.

B = Bestie

taehyung has lots of bestie’s but he would have to say that your his favorite out of them all. maybe it’s the fact he’s always spending time with you but nevertheless your his #1 bestie

C = Cute

taehyung always think’s that your actions are cute, whether you would be snacking on a piece of chocolate, or simply be watching tv. all of that would have him melting inside.

D = Down - To - Earth

taehyung is down to earth but so are you. he always wanted to be with someone who was so, it just makes bonding easier and he was so lucky and happy that you were the one.

E = Expensive

taehyung loves to buy expensive clothing, and accessories for himself but he also loves to splurge on you, getting whatever you wanted because it makes you happy, and seeing you happy is all he cares about.

F = Fluent

taehyung wasn’t fluent in ( your first language ) but having you as his girlfriend made it easier for him to learn, and he’s learned alot being with you because you were the perfect teacher. soon enough he will be.

G - Genuine

taehyung is such a genuine person, no matter who he’s talking with he is always honest , he can’t stand on lying especially to you.

H = Handsome

taehyung is very handsome, so handsome that when he goes out with you, he gets tons of girls asking to be his gf but he always says no because he already has you.

I = Intimacy

taehyung loves to cuddle you and aswell give you tons of the sweetest kisses and hugs ever, any form of intimacy he loves as long as it’s with you.

J - Jam

taehyung prefers strawberry jam and doesn’t like trying others but when you ask .. i guess he can oblige.

K = Kissing

taehyung is obsessed with kissing you, no matter where you are or what you or doing. he would never miss the chance to sneak one.

L = Loyal

taehyung is loyal in every aspect. your his first girlfriend but he couldn’t imagine cheating on you or even talking to another girl behind your back. he’s made up his mind to be loyal to you and you and no one can change that.

M = Mom’s

taehyung’s mom and your mom are best friends, and since they are it makes going on doing things together all the more fun. you both wouldn’t want it any other way.

N = Nostalgia

taehyung has nostalgia whenever he eats a childhood meal you make that his grandma always used to make when he was younger. it brings back lots of happy memories.

O = Observant

taehyung is observant when it comes to you so whenever he see’s that your upset he catches on quickly on how to make you smiling and happy again.

P = Passionnate

taehyung see’s you be so passionate about your work and hobbie’s and that makes him become even more passionate about the work that he does, along with appreciating it more.

Q = Quiet

taehyung gets quiet every now and then and just doesn’t speak, not that he’s mad, he just sometimes dazes off or is tired and he feels bad because you might think diffrent but you understand him.

R = Relaxing

taehyung is open to any form of relaxing but one of his favorite ways to relax is by cuddling up with you and watching a movie while also eating ice cream sundae’s.

S = Safe

taehyung feels safe by your side, and he makes sure to make sure that you feel safe with him too. both of you are each others safe places.

T = Tidy

taehyung’s always tidying up the house you both share so every now and when you help out and he loves it because he gets to spend more quality time with you.

U = Unique

taehyung has these two unique moles on his arm that he can make the face of a elephant with and he loves to show it off to you, making you laugh, and happy.

V = Versatile

taehyung is versatile in a lot of things so when he you doubt him in doing something he loves to prove you wrong by doing so.

W = Warm

taehyung’s always feels warm when he hugs you because your body emits such warmth and becausee so sometimes when he cuddles he falls asleep.

Y = Yummy

taehyung finds strawberries to be very yummy so he’ll eat them 24/7, sharing them with you whenever you want some.

Z = Zero

taehyung knows there is a 0 chance that he would fall in love with someone else other than you. he is your soulmate and your his forever and ever.

[elo-eloisa]

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╰╯🗣 𝗠𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗲̂ 𝘁𝗲𝗺, 𝘀𝗲𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰̧𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗲̂ 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗼𝘂!

𝗦𝘂𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼́𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗲́ 𝘀𝘂𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰̧𝗮̃𝗼.

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┗┛➷𝗨𝗺𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰̧𝗮̃𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗮 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗶́𝗱𝗮, 𝗽𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗲𝗺 𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗺 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝗼́ 𝗲́ 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶́𝘃𝗲𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗿 𝗲𝗺 𝗝𝗘𝗦𝗨𝗦.

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𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳𝐚. 𝐄́ 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜̧𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚̃𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞́𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐞𝐦 𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐞̂.

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┗┛➷𝗖𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗶́𝘃𝗲𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗺 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘇: 𝗗𝗲𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗷𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝗮 𝗧𝘂𝗮 𝘃𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗲!

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╰╯🗣 𝗠𝗲𝘀𝗺𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗲̂ 𝗻𝗮̃𝗼 𝘃𝗲𝗷𝗮, 𝗻𝗮̃𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝗲 𝗻𝗮̃𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮, 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗯𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘂𝘀 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮́ 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘀...👑

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____Como ᥱ́ bom Sᥱᥒtιr qᥙᥱ Dᥱᥙs fᥲᥣᥲ Coᥒosᥴo, ᥲtrᥲvᥱ́s dᥱ ᥙm _____꒰ ͜͡📖 Vᥱrsίᥴᥙᥣo❤ 👁  👁    👄  ᕈΔLΔVRΔ DO DIΔ:

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Muitos querendo o que você tem, sem pagar o preço que você pagou!

Sua história é sua maior construção.

Uma geração de jovens com a vida emocional destruída, por buscar em pessoas um amor que só é possível encontrar em JESUS.

Coisas incríveis acontecem quando a gente diz: Deus seja feita a Tua vontade!

Mesmo que você não veja, não sinta e não entenda, saiba que Deus está no controle de todas as coisas...👑

[diviinedevilry]

𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋.

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