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Family vacation ideas.
#World of Horror#Yumiko Ichimura#sM Art#Somehow I've been sleeping on the vibes Yumiko has#WoH characters that have killed#Nice#Omo helped me remember#So now I've gotta catch up on so much#I put a layer filter over this#It helps I think
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She gave him a wistful smile. âSure wouldâve been nice to meet you under dÍiÍfÍfÍeÍrÍeÍnÍtÍ ÍcÍiÍrÍcÍuÍmÍsÍtÍaÍnÍcÍeÍsÍ.â
âLike how?â It was a dangerous line of questioning, but he couldnât help himself.
âOh, like you came to one of my shows and heard me sing,â she said. âAnd afterward you came up to chat, and maybe we had a drink and a dance or two.â
He could imagine it, her singing somewhere like Pluribusâs nightclub, him catching her eye, connecting before theyâd ever even met. âAnd Iâd come back the next night.â
âLike we had all the time in the world,â she said.
#snowbaird#snowbaird edit#lucy gray x coriolanus#lucy gray#coriolanus x lucy gray#lucy gray baird#coriolanus snow#coryo#coryo snow#the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#thg#thg tbosas#tbosas#tbosbasedit#tbosbas#this is my first attempt at a moodboard#each pic has 70 layers of filters and then i put another picture over the whole thing#*another filter over the whole thing#also that was the nicest picture of posca i could find#this is hard wtf how are yall always doing these#moodboard#snowbaird au
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#new profile pic#I put this under so many layers and filters lol#i wanted my blog theme blue right now so I just put another filter over this to make it blue lol
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i know it took ten like 3 seconds to regrow an arm after he lost it but that was Just an arm. if 13 goes splat, she should take at least a whole episode to look like she isnât going to bleed to death any minute.
#to ME. the regeneration energy is working inside out so itâs putting together her vital organs and such first before it repairs the layers#above. VERY HELPFUL TO HAVE HER HEARTS BEATING!!! less helpful that most of her ribs are broken and her chest is still visibly caved in and#there is nothing keeping her from damaging those hearts again until she puts together some sort of shielding to wear over her healing body.#âŠ.decided i dont care now what 13âs actual first episode says This Is Happening. To Me.#ghostfacers filter on my doccy who. they cant SHOW that she looks like sheâs been in a car crash but she does.#lets her stick her fingers in her own brain out of curiosity because a huge chunk of her skull is just Gone and coming back slowly
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despite many years in many art classes and having it explained to me several times by several people, I still just donât âgetâ colors. if I wanna use them I either got have a palette made for me, have just memorized what looks nice together, or just hope for the best as I pick out the colors. I am insanely jealous of people who just. understand them. yâall are wizards.
#donât get me started on the people who just paint mix perfect matches#I can kinda do it with light gels or. in one interesting case. paper#but thatâs a different SORT of mixing.#Iâll just stick to pen and ink I suppose TT-TT#I donât hate it but I donât like that it wonât CLICK#I canât tell if itâs better or worse with digital#i feel like all my colors just look too bright even when Iâm not? using bright colors??#sometimes Iâll just do the drawing and then make an extra layer and basically#put a filter over it? like.#choose a hue and make it fairly transparent and have that over the entire drawing#usually a darker one cause AGAIN too bright colors#anyways you can ignore me Iâm having Art Style Woahs rn#I feel like I stagnated and all my stuff looks. eh. high school anime sketchbook. if that makes sense#on me to do like. artsy things and improvement etc etc but first I gotta complain a little or my brain will just eat itself again
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im really normal about them <- lie
#ace attorney#mia fey#diego armando#miego#lorillee.png#THATS RIGHT BABY. AFTER -um . hold on. *checks notes* - SIX MONTHS. LORILLEE IS BACK WITH PHOTOSHOP ART đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„#every now and again i like to put effort into something just to remind everybody that i can actually draw#well i say that but to be honest i put a lot of effort into those ms paint ''diego fey REAL'' doodles#but half of that is just because humans are a . something. to draw. and urban backgrounds are my worst nemesis#and also trying to work with ms paint to like slightly transform things is an incredible pain in the behind#anyways. yeagh đđ behold the power of miego. getting me to actually finish something in photoshop for the first time in months#anyways. ive discovered the secret to getting me to draw stuff on photoshop. prepare yourselves accordingly#what i need to do is sketch & line something in ms paint. and then directly trace it over into photoshop#and then i can go ham#see because the reason i never did this before was because i would sketch things in ms paint#and try to line them in photoshop and it simply Wouldnt Work.#so i had assumed that if i wanted to draw in photoshop id have to sketch in it first. yknow. which i cannot do for some reason#something about the way the pen feels and the . its like the smoothing setting is on even when its on 0 percent. you know. anyways#but with this one i drew mia in ms paint as per usual . and i wanted to mess around with color & light#and i triedddd to do it in ms paint but unfortunately as you can probably imagine. doing stuff like this without layer filters#can get a little difficult. if you know what youre doing its obviously going to be easier but that being said i do not#when i pick colors i am literlaly just wildly guessing đđ which is fine for more straightforward coloring/shading#but not quite here. which is why i wanted to take a stab at it in the first place#so anyways i was like FINE WHATEVER and tried tracing the lineart in photoshop so i could take a stab at coloring in there#and i was . enlightened. (no pun intended). it WORKS#so anyways . you may actually be able to expect. some photoshop art from me#well ok thats a lie never expect art from me. but we can all dream together#anyways they really are the star-crossed doomed by the narrative romance ever. everything to me
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Escape the Spotlight (Hanni of Newjeans)
Hanni x Male Reader (Y/N) Word Count: 1841 words Summary: Y/N fucks Hanni after her birthday, oh also this is canon so sum issues about them rn.
The soft hum of the city filtered through the dormâs open window, carried by the cool evening breeze. Hanni had left it cracked just enough for the noise to feel distant, like a reminder of the world outside, one she was eager to escape from tonight. She leaned against the desk in her small, cozy dorm, her phone loosely grasped in her hand as she reread the last message she sent.
âHey, come over. I need a distraction.â
Simple, direct, and maybe a little too forward, but she was tired of holding back. Her birthday was supposed to be a time to celebrate, but all it had been was a whirlwind of interviews, scheduled social media posts, and the pressures that came with being under the spotlight as an idol. For once, she wanted to forget about the cameras and scripts and just be herself.
The only person who could assist her in doing that was Y/N.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but the minutes dragged as she waited. Her heart pounded in her chest, anticipation creeping up her spine. It wasnât often that she invited someone into her private space like this, but Y/N was different. There was something about him that made her feel... safe. She didnât need to put up her walls or play a part when he was around.
Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. His message was brief:
âOn my way. Be there soon.â
Hanni exhaled, a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She pushed herself away from the desk, pacing a bit to calm her nerves. She had no idea what tonight would lead to, but she knew she wanted it to be far from the reality she lived in every day. No cameras, no judgment, just her and Y/N.
As she moved around the room, she glanced at herself in the small mirror hanging on the wall. Her reflection showed a different side of herâHanni Pham, the idol, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she was just Hanni, in a simple oversized hoodie and comfortable shorts, her dark hair tied up messily. She was free from the usual layers of makeup and the high-maintenance outfits, and for once, she liked it. It was the real her. She wished more people would see, but they didnât.
She rubbed her arms absentmindedly, feeling the familiar anxiety settle in. Being an idol wasnât all it was cracked up to be. The expectations, the scrutiny, the never-ending demand to be perfectâit was exhausting. And as much as she loved her fans, sometimes she just needed a break.
Tonight, she hoped Y/N would be that break.
The knock on the door startled her from her thoughts. She moved quickly, her pulse quickening. Pulling the door open, she was met with the sight of Y/N standing there, looking a bit out of breath but with that familiar smile that always made her feel at ease.
âHey,â he greeted, his voice warm and slightly teasing. ïżœïżœDidnât keep you waiting too long, did I? â
Hanni shook her head, stepping aside to let him in. âNo, youâre just in time.â
The door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, there was an awkward pause as they stood there. The tension between them was subtle but palpable. Theyâd known each other for a while, but tonight felt different. Something was hanging in the air, something unspoken, and neither of them seemed ready to address itâat least not yet.
Y/N took in the room, noticing the faint scent of lavender that lingered, the warm glow of the dim light sheâd set up, and the slight mess that hinted at her life outside of the polished image people saw on stage. It was intimate and personal.
âYou look... comfortable,â he remarked, his eyes tracing over her figure, not in a way that made her self-conscious but in a way that made her feel seen. Really seen.
She smiled, playing with the hem of her hoodie. âItâs my birthday. I wanted to be comfortable.â
He raised an eyebrow. âAnd you decided to spend it... with me? â
She shrugged, her voice softening. âI didnât want to spend it alone.â
That admission hung in the air, and Y/N seemed to understand. Without saying a word, he stepped closer, his presence immediately grounding her. He wasnât there to judge or to expect anything from her. He was just... there. And that was what she needed most.
They moved to sit on the floor, leaning against the foot of her bed. The conversation flowed easily at firstâcatching up, joking around, talking about things that didnât matter in the grand scheme of things. But as the minutes passed, Hanni found herself opening up more, telling him about the things she didnât usually share with others.
âItâs been hard,â she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. âThe whole idol thing... itâs not as glamorous as people think.â
Y/N listened intently, his gaze never leaving her face. He nodded, not interrupting, just letting her speak.
âI just... I want to be myself, you know? âShe laughed bitterly. âBut sometimes, I donât even know who that is anymore.â
There was a silence, heavy but not uncomfortable. Y/N reached out, gently taking her hand in his. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a warmth through her that she hadnât felt in a long time.
âYouâre Hanni,â he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. âThatâs enough.â
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. It was such a simple statement, but it meant everything to her at that moment. She looked at him, her eyes searching his face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didnât feel the need to put on a mask. She could just be... her.
Without thinking, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. It was soft, almost hesitant, as if she were testing the waters. But when Y/N kissed her back, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, something inside her clicked.
This was what sheâd been missing. This connection, this intimacy. The world outside didnât matter right now. All that mattered was him and the way he made her feel like she was enough, just as she was.
The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as the tension between them finally broke. Hanniâs hands slid up his chest, pulling him closer as their breaths mingled, the room around them fading into the background. All of her worries, her stress, her insecuritiesâthey melted away in his embrace.
As they pulled apart, breathless, Hanni rested her forehead against his, her fingers still tangled in his shirt. âThank you,â she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. âFor being here.â
Y/N smiled, his hand resting on her waist, grounding her. âAlways." Y/N removes his shirt with a quick motion, leaving Hanni with a desired look. Hanni instantly kisses Y/N with more passion, as if she were dehydrated for lust. Both of them moan as their mouths explore each other. After an intense makeover, Hanni grabbed her shorts and tossed them to the side. Y/N then put his hands over her thighs; Hanniâs already wet from the sloppy kisses they had. Y/N rubbed his hands on her pants, making circles on Hanniâs clitoral area. Instinctively Hanni moans under his mouth. âUgh, yes, make me cum Y/N.Hannah is reaching her limit; she holds on with the kiss and moans louder and louder with every hand movement of Y/N. âI am going to cum, Y/N, I am going to cu... ughh.â She reached her orgasm, slowly fading to Y/N's body as she loses her energy. They looked at each other with a smile. âI want you on me, Y/N.â Without wasting any time, Y/N removed his pants, greeting Hanni with a bulge in his boxers. Hanniâs face was flustered by the view. She was smiling and grinning. âWow.â leaves from her mouth. Instantly she moves onto his boxers and removes slowly while looking at Y/N eyes. Y/N cock flew from his boxer and hit Hanniâs face. Both laughed, but then Hanni swallowed the rod in her face. âOh Hanni.â
She bobbed her head up and down, swallowing inch by inch of Y/N cock. She is making slurping sounds, moaning while taking whatâs her. She continued the blowjob, occasionally changing the pace. âI am getting close.â When she hears this, she increases the pace like she's racing a deadline. She speeds her bobbing, galloping every inch of Y/N cock, and after a minute Y/N shoots his hot semen in her mouth. She swallows all of his cum, even licking the ones that overflow from her mouth. Hanni then stands over Y/N, removing her hoodie, showing her cute boobs to him, and playing with her nipplesâthatâs already hard.
Hanni slowly lowers her body to Y/N, aligning her opening to him. She kept eye contact with him, having conversations with their eyes and being playful with it. His cock entered the heavens when Hanni finally let him come in, breaking the silence with a moan from both of them. She adjusted as the tip was entering. It is not their first time, yet she's still tight as ever. Y/N groaned from the feeling of his cock entering Hanniâs pussy. As she lowered her body more, it also adjusted with Y/N's size; after all, 7 inches isnât that easy to penetrate.
Hanni gives up and lowers her entire body to him, leaving her to lose control of her body and slams to Y/N, but luckily he catches her and at the same time kisses her on the lips, creating another makeup session. She slowly moves her hips and starts her ride. âOh, god, your cock feels so good on me,â she blurts from her mouth.
Just like the blowjob, she also increases her pace slowly. She truly wants to make it all the time and to experience another world far from her idol image. They parted lips as the pace started getting faster. Hanni then let Y/N do more of the work; he's now the one driving the pace as he fucks her hard, leaving Hanni with moans and pleasure.
âFuck!! ,â she screamed as she coughed. Y/N followed with his seed shooting inside her. âOh sh*t, I cummed inside fuck my bad,â he said to her.
Oh yes, cum inside me. I am on pills, you dumbo.â With her approving of him to cum inside of her. Y/N carried Hanni and changed into a dogstyle position and kept fucking her.
This goes throughout the night; time passes, lives change, and a new world is ahead.
Hanni kisses Y/N, âThanks for coming; I had fun.â âMe, too. I am always here when you need me. Goodnight.â ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thanks for reading!!
A/N: Hanni smut?, Hanni smut, Hanni smut!, HANNI SMUT!??!!!
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pierced. | spencer reid.
Moving into a new apartment in a new city is stressful, what's even more stressful is when there's a fucking murder in the apartment across from yours... at least the fbi agent is cute.
you can find the other parts on my masterlist.
cw: fem!reader, 18+ piercing, fluffyish, reader has pierced tiddies, flirting, wondering if i should do a part 2 fr
a/n: coming from a pierced nipple girly who wants a cute boy to knock on her door. also enjoy <3 and follow >:) also yay for the first thing i've posted :3
You let out an exasperated sigh as you collapsed another cardboard box.
Moving into a new apartment was fun in theory, but the practice of filtering through everything you own and finding a neat little spot for it? not so much. You took a long sip from your now cold cup of coffee before glancing across the room at the looming pile of cardboard boxes that just stood there and mocked you.
You picked up the next box of what was probably clothes and took a box cutter to the almost twenty layers of tape across the seam (it wouldn't stay closed, in retrospect you should have made up another box but you were really determined to make it fit at the time).
You ripped the rest of the tape off and put your hands on your hips, glancing at your cat Tofu on the couch.
"Care to help?" you asked... the cat. Tofu proceeded to curl into herself and begin grooming tubby belly. "I guess not."
There was an abrupt knock on your apartment door, Tofu scattering to the wind at the sudden sound. You furrowed your brows, confused as to why anyone would be knocking on your door.
You had moved here a matter of days ago, knew no one and were far too broke for doordash. You ignored it for a moment, thinking whoever resided on the other side of the door had the wrong apartment. When the knock came again, you thought you'd better answer this time.
You opened the door ajar, just in case it was someone who wanted to steal any of the maybe four things you'd managed to unpack. A tall darker skinned man looked down at you, "Yes?"
"Hi ma'am, I'm Agent Morgan and this is Dr. Reid, we're with the FBI," he introduced himself, holding up his credentials for you to peek at. You opened the door the rest of the way, glancing at the second tall man standing in your door way. He had messy hair just below his ears and was wearing a collared shirt with two black pens tucked into the pocket over his chest, he was cute. He pulled his lips into a tight line and held his hand up in a wave.
Spencer's eyes glanced down your body briefly. He has certainly seen some strange outfits when people answer their doors but none that made his skin run hot like this.
You wore a baby blue tank top and grey adidas shorts, he could see a small sliver of skin between your two garments but that's not what caught his eye. You had your nipples pierced.
Now, Spencer really didn't mean to stare but they were right there. The air of your apartment was clearly chilly given how your nipples pressed against the fabric. He could see the little studs on either side of your hardened nipples and he felt like a Victorian boy seeing an ankle for the first time.
"Oh no, you found me," you joked, laughing at yourself lightly. They didn't laugh. Your smile dropped, "I'm joking. Uh, come in, please." You stood aside, letting the two men into your basically bare apartment.
"Just move in?" Morgan asked, looking around your small living room.
"Uh, yeah, yeah. I'm starting a new job in a week," You replied, trying to make small talk. "What exactly are you here for?"
"There was a murder in the apartment across from yours," Dr. Reid said abruptly, stealing the air from your lungs.
Your eyes were blown wide, "What?"
"Young woman like you, stabbed to death-"
"Reid," Morgan warned, shaking his head softly at the younger man.
"Shit, that sucks," you replied, glancing between the two men. "I assume you're talking to me because I live close by, huh?"
"It's just procedure," Morgan replied. "Can you tell me where you were around 11pm last night?"
"Uh, yeah. I was here, I had a lot to unpack, you know?" You replied honestly, wondering how you didn't hear that someone was being murdered across the hall.
"And you didn't hear anything?" Morgan asked, eyebrows furrowed as he stood to face you.
"No, no I honestly didn't. I had my headphones on while I was unpacking, I went to bed around midnight." Were you incriminating yourself? Maybe you should make some friends so you don't get caught up in this kind of stuff.
"The UnSub we're looking for is white male, mid 20s to 30s, seems out of place. Have you seen anyone like that around?" Dr. Reid asked.
"No, I mean, I just moved here, I don't know anyone. I haven't left my apartment since I got here," you replied, looking Dr. Reid in the eye. You caught him glancing down at your boobs for a moment before he caught himself, clearing his throat.
It was only then that you realised what you were wearing. Fuck. Two FBI agents, one of whom was your type to a T came to question you about a murder and your nipples were gazing upon the world like a deer in headlights.
You quickly crossed your arms across your chest before scampering across the room to grab your hoodie off your couch. You pulled it over your head before staring at the two men awkwardly, your skin feeling hot.
"I'm sorry about... my attire, I didn't even-"
Morgan smiled, chucking softly, "Please, this is your home, sweetheart." Morgan glanced at Spencer, who suddenly found the ceiling utterly fascinating. "You mind if I have a look around? We suspect he used the fire escape."
"Of course, yeah. You can see it from the bedroom," you replied, being left alone with the cute doctor. "You seem young to be a doctor," you said softly, trying to make small talk.
"Scarring, tearing and nerve damage is possible when you get your," he coughed, "nipples pierced... infections and bleeding are also common," he quickly said, lips pulled into a tight line.
"Mm, cute and smart... well, I've had them for five years so... I think I'm safe, Dr. Reid," you replied with a chuckle.
"Spencer," he muttered.
"Huh?"
"Spencer, it's my name. Spencer Reid," he said, hands clutched tightly around the strap of his leather satchel.
"Spencer," you smiled, "I'm Y/N."
"Well, we better get out of your hair," Morgan returned from your room, glancing between you and Spencer for a moment. "Let's go, Reid."
You opened the door for them, Morgan thanked you as he left and started down the hall to the elevator. Spencer paused for a moment, glancing at you for briefly before walking out the door.
"Hey," you called softly. Spencer spun around to look at you and you definitely couldn't let him escape without your number. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Uh, girlfriend? I, uhm-"
"He doesn't!" Morgan called from down the hall, making you smile.
"You don't know that!" Spencer retorted, making a face at Morgan who was grinning.
"So... you do?" You asked.
"...No, I don't." He muttered.
"Okay, well," you laughed, plucking the pen from the pocket of Spencer's shirt. "Call me sometime," you scribbled your name and number with a little heart onto a scrap piece of paper that once wrapped your toaster.
"Yes... Okay, I will," he replied nervously, holding your number in his hands gently. He glanced at it, a smile beaming across his handsome face.
"You, uh, might wanna go before your partner loses it," you giggled after a beat. Spencer muttered a quick 'oh' before walking quickly toward the elevators.
"Bye," Spencer said softly, waving at you with a little smile.
"Bye, Dr. Reid!"
Spencer stepped into the elevator with Morgan, the silence palpable in the tiny mental container.
"'Bye, Dr. Reid~'," Morgan raised his voice an octave, planning to tease Spencer relentlessly and text the group chat as soon as they got to the car.
"Shut up!"
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joel miller x afab!fem!reader
Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesnât even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joelâs decided he doesnât like it.
tw: smut, fem reader, afab reader, unspecified age gap, reader is smaller than Joel (shorter, can be picked up by him), oral (m! receiving), p in v sex, crying, fighting, blood, drinking, Joel may be out of character but I donât care, not proofread.
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Joel was seething. Youâd never seen him like this, rage burning in his gaze and his hands balled into fists at his sides as he was pushed toward the door. Of course youâd seen him in fights before, dealing with raiders and infected on patrol was a bloody business at best, but the second the new guy, Jake? Jack, at the Tipsy Bison put a hand on youâjust touching your armâJoel exploded.
You didnât even have time to blink before the man grabbing your arm was on the ground, ugly bruises blossoming on his face. You didnât even launch into action to get Joel off of him, shock leaving you frozen. You only remained plastered against the bar, gaping at Joelâs savage expression and the way his fists bludgeoned Jack's face. The drink in your hand spilled over the sides a bit, a sticky combination of fruit juice and alcohol coating your skin and absorbing in the sleeve of your sweater.
You were already tipsy, your face hot and your eyes a bit glassy. You were more loose with your expressions, the careful filter you kept starting to deteriorate. By the time a bar fight broke out, you were already more than a few drinks in, your heart pounding in your chest along with the soft music and a thin layer of sweat starting to prickle at the back of your neck.
Joel had stayed quiet that night, sticking to the secluded booth in the back of the bar that he usually haunted. There was no acknowledgement of each other, his chocolate-colored eyes had landed on you for a moment when you walked in, shadowed over by his dark brow in its permanent scowl. As always, he didnât speak to you despite the fact that you spent most mornings together patrolling the outskirts of Jackson.
He wasnât your biggest fan, even going so far as to complain to his brother when the two of you had been assigned together. Tommy was giving you a shot on the patrol, you were newer to Jackson and needed a job. You could handle a gun and didnât seem completely clueless, so he figured he would stick you with Joel to see if you made it out on the other side.
But, nevertheless, Joel was now being pulled off Jack by a few other patrons. They hauled him up by the collar of his canvas jacket, his knuckles bloodied and a snarl on his face as Jack scrambled away. You still stood wide-eyed and dopey, your voice caught in your throat as you struggled for something to say.
Joel wouldnât look at you, eyes drilling into Jack as he was shoved toward the door. He kept hissing threats through his teeth, snippets of âIâll break your fucking arm if you ever touch her again,â audible above the music as he grappled with the men trying to contain him.
Your gaze traced the outline of his aquiline nose, the way his lips were pursed beneath his dark mustache. It was a struggle to push him out the door. You flinched when it slammed shut behind him, spilling more of your drink.
âYou better get your damn dog on a leash.â It was one of the older women in the neighborhood, her brows drawn and a disgusted expression on her face as she regarded you. You finally snapped out of your shocked stupor, looking at Jackâs bloodied and swollen face as he was picked up and put into a booth.
What was Joel even thinking?
You downed your drink in a few gulps, setting the empty glass on the bar before pushing yourself away from the bar top. Wind swept inside the Tipsy Bison as you forced the door open, providing a moment of relief from the humid heat of the bar. It was starting to get cold out, dried leaves swirling in the breeze as autumn settled into the bones of Jackson.
You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself as you peered out into the darkness. The leaves crunched under your shoes as you took a few tentative steps, the sweater you wore offering you little protection from the wind.
Joel leaned against the wall of a nearby business, his head tilted back and his throat bared to the dim light of the moon. He was sucking in deep breaths through his mouth, his bloody knuckles limp at his sides. His jacket was off-kilter from where heâd been thrown out the door, his hair mussed.
âJoel?â You approached him like you would a wild animal, on high alert and prepared for any sudden movement.
He looked at you with a bored expression, the moonlight catching on the silver hair that splintered at his temples and in his patchy beard. You hesitated, stopping your approach for a moment before pressing on until you were a few feet in front of him. His dark curls stuck up in every direction, they were a little long now that winter was approaching.
âWhat the hell was that?â you asked, crossing your arms over your chest as your weight settled so one hip popped out to the side. You sounded more aggressive than you intended to, the words coming out like an accusation rather than a question.
It was times like this that made the age and size difference between you and Joel apparent. He stood up straight, towering over you a bit as he cleared his throat. Sometimes he made you feel like you were still just a dumb teenager instead of a woman in her mid twenties. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he muttered, his voice a deep grumble with a slight southern twang to it.
A scoff leaves your mouth before you can even stop it, the alcohol reducing your filter to near non-existence. âWhat do you mean, Joel? I watched you beat the shit out of that guy for what? Touching my arm?â You were a little too loud, your voice ricocheting off the buildings around you. Under different circumstances, you would have cringed and apologized immediately, but something forced you to soldier on.
Thankfully no one else was outside that nightâit was too cold and still too early for the Tipsy Bison to have a last call. It felt like a standoff. His dark eyes were trained on your face, his mouth drawn into a scowl. You usually backed down to him, acquiescing to his stubborn nature.
âAnd so what if it was?â Joel grumbled, his attitude matching your own. The way he crossed his arms made his biceps bulge under the fabric of his jacketâyour breath hitched for a moment before you glanced away.
You shook your head, disbelief coloring your expression as his words settled in. âYou donât even like me!â You canât help but gesture wildly, your hands moving like they had minds of their own.
He ignored you regularly. There was an unspoken rule of only acknowledging one another on patrols together. The woods outside of Jackson were the only place that Joel would actually talk to you, otherwise you acted like perfect strangers in town.
His jaw clenched as he pushed off the wall, taking a few steps closer to you. âWho said I didnât like you?â he asked, his voice lower as his head dipped toward yours.
He couldnât be serious.
Your eyebrows shot up, disbelief making you smile incredulously. âWhat, so ignoring me in public and complaining about me to Tommy is how you treat your friends?â You were moments away from leaving and letting Joel find a new patrol partner.
You spent too much time defending Joel from his reputation as the town pariah, arguing that he wasnât the animal everyone thought he was. He had a hard time blending in, bigger than most everyone except for his brother and unapproachable to a fault. It seemed that Tommy and Ellie were the only people he willingly spoke to, otherwise keeping largely to himself.
Sometimes you wondered if he heard the rumors going around about himâspeculation that he used to be a hunter, a smuggler, a heartless killer. You never had it in you to ask him about it.
Not that he would tell you, anyways.
Joelâs scowl deepened, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. His silence did nothing but rile you up, it felt like an admission to the fact that you were right. You huffed, the autumnal breeze making dried leaves stick to your jeans and your breath clouding in the air.
âWell, Joel, you should really figure out how to act like an adult,â you snapped, shaking your head as you started to turn away from him. âYouâre way too old to be beating up boys at a bar for touching someone you donât even give a damn about.â
The Tipsy Bison called to you, warm light spilling out the windows and the people moving inside. Your friends were still in there, giggling with one another at the bar. You could see others nursing Jack in a booth, pressing ice wrapped in towels against his face as his blood turned them pink.
âI didnât like how he was grabbing ya,â Joel finally said after youâd taken a few steps away. The admission made you stop in your tracks, looking back over your shoulder at the man. He looked sheepish as he admitted it, his gaze on the floor like a toddler getting scolded. He cleared his throat, taking a deep breath before redirecting his eyes to the sky. âYou didnât⊠you didnât hear how he was talking about you⊠didnât want you with a guy like that.â
Your eyebrows shot up, your lips parting slightly. Your head tilted up to look at him properly, eyes narrowed slightly as you evaluated him. He seemed shockingly sincere, the awkward expression on his face sealing the deal. âCareful Joel, Iâm almost starting to think you care about me.â
There was something in the way his eyes shifted to meet yours that almost made your heart stop.
âNever said I didnât care,â he mumbled, one of his baseball mitt hands coming to rub the back of his neck. The blood on his knuckles was drying, turning to a rust color under the moonlight. You couldnât help but purse your lips, tilting your head to one side. It was hard to understand, the alcohol making you feel like you were buzzing as you mulled over Joelâs words.
He cleared his throat again, shuffling a little closer to you in the process. âWhen I talked to Tommy, I wasnât complaininâ about you,â Joel said. His cheeks were flushed, making you wonder if he was cold or just from the alcohol. He was notorious for sucking down bourbon like it was water, especially on nights when he had nothing to do the next day.
âYou werenât?â you asked, probing the older man a bit. You had only walked by when Joel was talking to his brother, catching your name in their hushed whispers and Joelâs strained expression. Youâd assumed it was because he was stuck with you, a newer recruit, a woman.
Joel sighed, shaking his head. It felt like you were pulling every word from his throat. âTommy⊠he uh⊠he put us together because he thought it would be good for me,â he said, hesitating between parts of his sentence. âThought youâd be good for me.â
âGood for you?â The alcohol made your voice soft around the edges, the question tumbling out of you before you had the sense to stop it. Joel stepped closer, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. He was close enough that you could see the scar on his ear, the scars littering his bloodied hands and the ones across his nose. Sure, youâd seen them on patrol as you walked shoulder to shoulder, but for some reason you find yourself trying to memorize every detail about him in the moonlight.
âYeah, sweetheart, good for me,â Joel mumbled, looking down at his boots for a moment before making eye contact with you again. Sweetheart. The nickname rattled around in your mind, echoing in time with your heartbeat. You wouldâve punched anyone else for calling you sweetheart, but it sounded good coming from Joel.
Your face heated up, an odd smile quirking up the corners of your mouth as you struggled to find words to say. âYouâre a liar, Joel,â you manage to spit out.
He let out a chuckle, the kind that hardly made any noise and just let out a sharp breath of air. You earned one every now and then, it always made you beam when you could get him to chuckle on patrol. âYeah? I couldâve switched a long time ago,â Joel murmured, shrugging his broad shoulders. âTommy offered to let me switch.â
You crossed your arms over your chest, a sliver of your combative nature rising up your throat. You wanted to argue with the older man, inform him that he was wrong.
Joel must have picked up at the way your jaw twitched, your expression twisting. âItâs nice to listen to ya blabber in the mornings,â he said, his tone lighter than it had been. It was almost easy to forget what happened in the Tipsy Bison, the way you watched him beat Jackâs face into a pulp.
You huffed, shaking your head. There was a small smile on your face as the heat continued to rise on your cheeks. âThen why do you act like Iâm a stranger when I see you around?â you asked Joel. You scraped your teeth over your lower lip, scuffing the toe of your shoe in the dirt.
Joelâs face fell a bit, his eyes softening as he became serious once more. âYou donât want to be around me anyways, people would judge ya.â It was like he didnât want to admit it, his voice low and mumbling.
You hummed your disagreement, deciding to be bold and step even closer to the huge man in front of you. He towered a head over most people in Jackson, strong and wide and sturdy. You looked over his tanned, weathered skin, his dark curls that were starting to show age through scattered silver strands. âYou donât seem too bad to me,â you said, nearly a whisper.
You saw how Ellie looked at him like he was her favorite person in the world. If that girl could trust him, then so could you.
Joelâs warmth radiated onto you in the cool evening, the smell of bourbon on his breath and blood on his hands. He shook his head, maintaining the closeness youâd established. âSweetheart, you know most of the shit they say about me around this town is true.â
Youâd figured as much. Youâd watched Joel kill raiders without a blink of an eye and jump into action whenever infected approached the high, protective walls around Jackson. The first time youâd witnessed it, his precision took your breath away. Now it was something that you had come to depend on.
âI assumed as much,â you said with a shrug, folding your arms over your chest and tucking your hands under your armpits to keep them warm. âNever mattered to me,â you said, biting the inside of your cheek for a moment.
You considered going back to the bar to avoid the chill, but you didnât feel like having to answer questions about you and Joel all night. Everyone would want to know what he said to you out here, would have their own ideas about why he did it. There were a few breaths of silence. âBut, I should probably go home.â
âNot gonna go back inside?â Joel asked, nodding his chin toward the Tipsy Bison. His gaze was still focused on you. You thought about it for a moment before shaking your head, glancing back at the bar. It had lost its appeal.
âJust home, Joel. Have a good night⊠thanks for protecting my honor and stuff,â you said with a small smile. There was a lightness in the way you spoke, your eyes sparkling in the darkness.
You started to walk toward your house, living in the opposite direction from Joel. âMake sure you clean up those hands of yours, donât want to have to get another patrol partner any time soon,â you said without looking back, dead leaves crunching under your feet with each step.
You heard his heavy footfalls behind you until Joel fell into step at your side. âMind helping me out? Not great at first aid,â he said, holding his knuckles out in front of him. They were blown apart.
âJesus, Joel,â you muttered, grabbing one of his wrists to inspect his hand as you walked. His wrist was warm and thick in your hand, he didnât pull away. The wounds overlapped a number of scars beneath them, a snippet of Joelâs past violence. âWere you trying to kill him or just teach him a lesson?â
âI donât pull my punches,â Joel said with a noncommittal shrug, making you roll your eyes. Of course he didnât. Joel definitely taught him a lesson. You dropped his wrist, not giving him a response as you followed the path to your home.
Your house was one of the smaller ones, the yellow paint starting to peel off the siding and the wall around Jackson casting a shadow over it in the moonlight. Joel was grumbling about your proximity to the wall as you opened your front door and flicked on the lights.
âTake off your boots before you track mud in, Iâll meet you in the kitchen,â you tell Joel, toeing your shoes off before you head to one of the bathrooms. You can still hear him complaining as his heavy boots hit the floor, his lumbering footsteps going to the kitchen. The layout for all of the homes in Jackson was relatively the same, the sub-development it had been converted from seemed fairly cookie-cutter.
Joel sat patiently at the counter as you brought in the first aid kit, setting it down on the stone countertop and flicking it open. He seemed calm and unconcerned, more like a seasoned veteran to first aid than a novice. âI find it hard to believe that youâre bad at this,â you murmured, opening an alcohol wipe to start cleaning his knuckles.
Joel placed his big, catcherâs mitt hands flat on the counter for you to work. His jaw tensed a few times as you wiped over the largest knuckle on each of his hands. âIâm here for your gentle touch, sweetheart,â he muttered, sarcasm biting his tone and making you laugh.
âIâm not a nurse for a reason,â you said, smearing ointment onto the wounds with your fingertips. You tried to be careful, not applying too much pressure to the irritated skin.
Joel chuckled, watching your movements as you pulled out a roll of gauze and loosely wrapped his wounds to cover them. He flexed his hands as soon as you were finished, the gauze stretching tight when he made fists. âGood as new,â you said, leaning against the countertop. You both looked down at his bandaged wounds, lingering in the closeness before you stepped away.
âNow, you should hold off on bar fights for a while.â Mirth glittered in your eyes as you grabbed a wine bottle from one of the shelves in your kitchen. You grabbed two glasses without asking, methodically going through the motions of opening the bottle and pouring.
It felt like you and Joel were sprinting head-first at a line the two of you had never crossed before. There was a shift from coworkers to something else, and it started the second Joel pounced on Jack. You found yourself studying his face as you handed him a wine glass, categorizing his features as you took a sip. He was handsome, but he always had beenâyou just didnât let yourself recognize it.
âNo promises,â Joel grumbled, taking a long drink. You watched him swallow, your eyes partially lidded before you remembered yourself. You felt your cheeks and ears heat up as you took another drink, unclenching your fist at your side and focusing on the stretch of the bones and ligaments.
âYou really didnât need to beat Jack up, I can handle myself,â you murmured, your lashes fluttering as you redirected your gaze to Joel.
He just snorted softly, shaking his head. His expression twisted into amusement, the papery wrinkles of his crowâs feet becoming pronounced. Your brows furrowed, your head tilting as you prepared to argue the fact that you could, in fact, defend yourself. âHis name is Jake.â
Embarrassment made blood rush to your face so quickly you almost felt light headed. A sheepish smile settled on your features, a giggle working its way through your throat. âHe even let me call him Jack like⊠five times the other day,â you said into your wine glass, a guilty look on your face.
âPoor boyâs got it bad then,â Joel said, smirking at you. His dark eyes appeared even darker in the lighting of your kitchen.
âDonât worry, I think you scared him enough,â you said, rolling your eyes playfully. You picked your glass up off the counter, walking out of the kitchen to your cozy living room.
Joel came to sit on the couch as you stoked a fire to life, burning some of the dried kindling you kept in a bucket near the fireplace to coax the logs to life. You could feel his eyes on your back as you crouched, the flames breathing warmth over you as they crackled. The combination of his gaze, the fire, and the wine you kept sucking down in mouthfuls made a sweat prickle at the back of your neck as you stood up straight.
He made himself comfortable, lounging on the couch with an arm draped on the back of it. Heâd brought the bottle of wine, it sat on the coffee table next to his empty glass. One of your eyebrows arched as you sat next to him, leaving enough space between the two of you that you could twist and bring your knees and feet up onto the sofa.
âYou really made yourself at home.â
Joel cracked an easy smile, the fire illuminating the deep shadows of scowl lines on his forehead. You felt the urge to smooth them out with your fingertips. âIâve got a habit of doing that,â he said, his dark gaze sliding to the fireplace. One of the logs popped, sending sparks through the hearth.
There was a lapse of silence where you reached over and filled up his wine glass again. You felt surprisingly comfortable next to him, relaxing your side against the cushioned back of the couch as you faced Joel. âThe ladies at the Tipsy Bison called you my guard dog.â
That made him outright snicker. âYeah? Iâm your guard dog, huh?â he asked, clearly teasing. The way his flannel clung to his shoulders was heavenly, wrapped around every well-defined muscle like a second skin. The wine was staining his mouth purple, you were enraptured as his tongue darted out to catch any remaining drops on his lips.
You cleared your throat, blinking as you nodded. âSaid I should get you on a leash,â you mumbled, the heat on your cheeks spreading to your neck and ears. You gulped the wine to break some of the tension, your nose scrunching as you swallowed.
There was a shift, it wouldâve gone unnoticed if you werenât paying attention.
Joel stretched a bit, tilting his head back as he finished the rest of the wine in one gulp before setting the glass on the coffee table. When he sat back, heâd moved closer to you. Your knee was nearly touching his thigh, that inch of empty space feeling electric.
âDo you want me on a leash?â he asked, his voice deep. There was something different to his tone, the harsh edges of his voice rounded out more than usual. The question made your breath stutter in your chest. The sincerity in his expression caught you off guard. You opened your mouth to speak, only silence coming out. âIf there was anyone who could convince me, it would probably be you, sweetheart.â
You choked on your wine, awkward and clumsy as you sat up straight to prevent it from coming out of your nose. Part of you felt like Joel had turned you inside out as you spluttered, confusion and self-consciousness running rampant.. Finally you got a hold of yourself, sucking in wet breaths with tears in your eyes.
âYou okay?â His voice was sweet and soft when he asked, as though he hadnât caused it. You nodded, waiving off his concern as his paw of a hand grabbed your shoulder. His touch was napalm, igniting your skin through your thin sweater.
âJust surprised me,â you choked out, wiping away the tears with the heel of your hand as you sniffled. Joelâs hand stayed where it was, his thumb rubbing along your collarbone over the black fabric. He did nothing but hum his acknowledgement, patiently waiting for you to catch your breath.
Another cough rattled through you before you could breathe again. Joelâs eyebrows were raised as he watched you, mirth sparkling in his eyes. âYou are so full of shit, Joel Miller,â you finally said, pushing his shoulder lightly.
He still was touching you, leaning forward into your space as he did so. Your breaths were shallow, apprehensive and giddy in all the right ways.
âYou think Iâm full of shit?â he asked, smirking.
âI know you are.â You couldnât help but flirt, batting your eyelashes and smirking at Joel. You felt electric, lightning just crackling under your skin with the potential thrill of him reciprocating. Sure, you were risking a decent work relationship, but you could get a new patrol partner.
He hummed thoughtfully, his hand creeping toward the back of your neck. The stretch of his fingers to the meat of his palm spanned nearly three-quarters of the circumference of your throat, something that shouldâve chilled you to the bone. Excitement sparked in your belly as you swallowed against the firm press of his thumb on your windpipe.
âYou donât seem like an âon the leashâ kind of guy,â you murmured, the feeling of the gauze youâd wrapped around his knuckles rubbing against your soft skin making you shiver slightly.
âNo, guess I donât,â Joel agreed, his dark brown gaze shifting from your eyes to your mouth and back. It was so quick, but the thrill that followed made you feel like you were glowing. You slicked your tongue over your lower lip, making it shine in the firelight.
The way he spoke made you press your thighs together, the stiff seam of your jeans pressing against you in the perfect way if you shifted how you were sitting. Joel moved as well, his thighs spreading just a bit, a palm quickly smoothing over his lap in an action he probably didnât think he would notice.
âSweetheart, we should just get this out of the way.â
Your brow furrowed in confusion before Joel was pulling you toward him, his lips slotting over yours. A soft, startled noise was muffled against Joelâs mouth, shock dissipating quickly as your eyes slid shut. His mustache tickled your upper lip as you accidentally bumped your nose against his.
When he pulled back, there was a hint of a smile on his face. Your face felt like it was on fire, a goofy grin gracing your features as your gaze flickered over him.
Joelâs other hand crept onto your jean-clad thigh, a calloused thumb stroking along the frayed hole at your knee. âSo, was that weird for you?â you asked like an insecure teenager, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you waited for his answer.
Your heart was pounding, the irrational side of your brain wondering if he was able to hear it. He surely felt it against his palm, his heavy hand resting near your pulse as he kept you close on the couch. He smiled at your question, shaking his head no as he pulled you back in for a second kiss. It was quicker, a messy stamp of his mouth over yours.
âDidnât think youâd be into an old man like me,â he said with a chuckle. If you didnât know better it almost seemed like Joel felt bashful. The apples of his cheeks were dusted pink, whether it was from the kiss or the wine you didnât know.
Your eyebrow arched, a grin still on your face. âYouâre not old,â you said, rolling your eyes playfully. Your hands were pressed into your lap, part of you not knowing what to do with them. You looked up at Joel through your eyelashes before your gaze dragged down his torso and to his jeans. The flannel he wore was thin, the fabric well-worn and not tucked into his blue jeans.
âI should, um, thank you,â you murmured, shifting to put your empty wine glass on the coffee table.
Joel chuckled, still watching you like a hawk that set sights on its prey. âLast I checked, you were just lecturing me about fighting your own battles,â he teased, curiosity shining deep in his chocolate eyes as you got off your couch.
The wine must have gotten to your head, because you wouldâve thought you were losing your mind. You moved to stand between Joelâs legs, slowly sinking to your knees on the squishy gray carpet that covered your living room. âI donât have to thank you if you donât want me to, Joel,â you murmured, your hands hovering over his thick thighs for a moment before resting on them.
He looked dumbfounded and giddy, his hands already resting on the black, leather belt he wore around his waist. âNo, sweetheart, youâve got aâŠuh⊠promising idea,â Joel said with a smile, shifting his legs so they bracketed you and his knees pressed against the coffee table.
You laughed softly, hands roaming up his muscular thighs to where his belt rested just under the soft layer of fat covering his stomach. âYou sure? I can always get back up,â you said teasingly, working your fingers under the tongue of his belt and pulling the buckle open. It clinked as it fell off to the sides, you didnât bother pulling it from the belt loops.
Joel shook his head, leaning back farther into the couch and shifting his hips toward you. âMâsure,â he answered, preoccupied on the way your fingers popped open the button of his jeans and worked the zipper down.
He was already hard, the outline of his cock pressing against the denim and toward his thigh. You reached into his black boxers, pulling it out of its confinement with a satisfied sigh.
He was big, bigger than any other guy youâd been with. You held the base of his cock, fingers against the curly, dark hair that covered his pubic bone and ran up toward his belly button. It was hot to the touch, the head already leaking precum that followed the path of the prominent veins down his shaft. It was more pink than the rest of him, the head a shade darker than the rest.
You licked your lips, almost embarrassed to find yourself drooling as you braced your forearm on his thigh and kitten-licked at the underside of Joelâs cock. He grunted at the contact, his hands digging into the plush cushion of the couch as his hips twitched toward your face.
âEager,â you mumbled, a smile on your face as you looked up at Joel through your eyelashes. He was already looking down at you, his lips parted in anticipation and his breaths heavier than they were. You licked the tip of his cock again, the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. Thereâs something about the way that Joel lets a breath out through his teeth that makes you feel like you were set on fire.
You let out a breathy chuckle, wrapping your lips around the head of him and hollowing out your cheeks on your descent toward his lap. It was a lot to take, your eyes watering as you swallowed more of Joelâs cock. His moans and sighs were enough to keep you going, your lips curled over your teeth and your head bobbing up and down.
One of his hands found the curve of your jaw, calloused fingers tracing it before hooking around the back of your head. You were fine with his direction, letting Joel gently press your head down to dictate your speed.
The taste of him was salty and heady, a musk that was distinctly Joel filling your nose as you drooled and sucked his cock. It was slick with your spit, the mix of your saliva and his precum coating your lips and chin. You still had your hand wrapped around the base of him and moving in tandem with your mouth, ensuring you could get everything that your throat couldnât fit.
âGoddamn, sweetheart, you suck cock like you were made for it,â Joel said, his words punctuated with soft sighs and moans. It made you want to live permanently with his praise, your gaze flicking up to meet Joelâs for a moment.
He was completely blissed out, his head tilted back toward the ceiling as he bit his full lower lip between his teeth. His Adamâs apple kept moving erratically in his throat, like he couldnât decide whether to breathe or not. His hand still cupped the black of your head, half-thought praises falling frantically from his lips. Joel was barely speaking in sentences, some words falling to the wayside of his soft grunts.
Feeling emboldened, you moved your hand away and tried to relax your jaw as your head descended far enough that your nose was pressed firmly against Joelâs pubic hair. It smelled surprisingly clean, just the undertone of musk clinging to the dark, curly thatch of hair as you resisted the urge to choke around his cock.
It was thick and heavy in your throat as you swallowed around him, eliciting groans and his hand pressing tightly against the back of your head. Tears burned in your eyes as Joelâs thick cock twitched in your throat, your hands spread flat on your thighs as he moaned your praises.
Joel barely thrusted his hips toward your awaiting mouth, your eyes slipped shut so you could focus on relaxing your throat. Lungs burning, you finally pulled off to suck in deep breaths. Your hand resumed what your mouth had been doing moments before, taking Joel in your fist and using your saliva as lubrication.
âLook at how pretty you are,â Joel murmured, his southern accent thicker than normal as the hand on the back of your head shifted to cup your cheek. Your eyes were watery with a few tears tracking down your face, your lips swollen and saliva coating the entirety of your chin.
You smiled, stroking his cock as you struggled to regain your breath. âDidnât know you were such a good girl,â Joel drawled, dragging his thumb through the saliva on your chin and smearing the pad of it across your parted lips.
âWhen I want to be.â Your voice was thick and raspy, your eyes partially lidded. Your knees were digging into the carpet, his legs keeping you where you sat.
He smirked at that. Joel gently moved your hand away from his cock, his arms winding beneath your armpits and lifted you back up to the couch. You squealed in the back of your throat, surprised by his strength as he settled you against the arm of the couch and twisted to face you.
Large hands yanked your sweater over your head to reveal the black bra you wore, a soft groan coming from Joel. He didnât waste time, finding the back closure and popping it open. You helped him, guiding the thin straps down your arms and tossing the garment aside.
âChrist,â Joel mumbled, his thick fingers brushing over one of your nipples. A jolt of electricity traveled down your spine at the touch, warmth blooming on your cheeks.
You were impatient, panties already soaked through and feeling uncomfortable as you popped open the button on your jeans. âJoel, I need you,â you murmured, leaning forward to kiss him as you shimmied your pants and underwear over your hips.
âSo impatient,â he muttered between presses of your lips, pulling away so he could look at you properly. The firelight illuminated the curves and shadows that littered your body, stretch marks and scars visible on your skin. Self-consciousness reared its ugly head for a moment, your gaze fluttering away from Joelâs intensity as he just stared at you.
He grabbed your thighs, pulling you toward him until your back hit the couch. âJoelâŠâ you whined as he pressed your thighs apart, his dark eyes focused on your sex.
He spread the slicked lips apart with his thumb, making you cover your face with your hands out of embarrassment. âLook at youâŠâ he mumbled, hardly even talking to you. He let go of your other thigh, his fingertips teasing your clenching hole to gather some of the wetness dripping down you and smearing it across your clit.
You gasped, your back arching at the contact against the nerves. Joelâs fingers were calloused and thick and warm, drawing tight, slow circles over your clit as his other hand pressed into the crease between your inner thigh and your pubic bone. It kept your hips from squirming away from him.
âYouâre so sensitive, sweetheart,â Joel said, the smile audible in his voice. Youâd kept your hands over your face, your moans muffled by your palms as you resisted the urge to snap your thighs closed. You felt vulnerable and exposed under him.
âYouâre teasing,â you mumbled, your hips twitching in an attempt to get more friction from his calloused fingers. He kept his touch agonizingly light, making you whine and whimper in your desperation for more from him. He chuckled, fingers dipping to tease your entrance again before trailing back up to your clit.
âLet me see ya,â Joel said, his hand leaving the nestle of your thigh to wrap around your wrists and pull them away from your face. He held both in one hand, keeping your wrists captive against your sternum.
Your breaths were heavy, his fingers strumming over the swollen bump of your clit pulling moans from your throat. Joelâs eyes were partially lidded as he looked down at you, a smirk growing on his face at your desperate expression. âJoel, please,â you begged, your cunt clenching around empty space as you wished he would just fucking fill you up already.
He chuckled, clicking his tongue against his teeth with mock disapproval. âIf youâre so desperate, get up and turn around, sweetheart,â he said, pulling you up by your wrists. âMy knees arenât what they used to be, help an old man out.â
Youâd normally take that opportunity to make a joke at his expense, but you just let him move you around like a doll. He guided you so you were kneeling on the couch, your chest pressed against the back of it. You arched your back as much as you could, sticking your ass out and hoping you looked pretty as you looked at Joel over your shoulder. He didnât even bother getting undressed, just standing up behind you and taking his cock in his hand.
His other hand still rubbed over your cunt, smearing your arousal over your swollen lips and onto your inner thighs. Much to your relief, he pressed two thick fingers inside you. The sensation made you groan, resting your weight on your elbows and your knees as you pushed back against his fingers. They slid in so easy you were almost embarrassed.
âYouâll take me just fine, sweetheart,â Joel murmured, approval echoing in his voice. He crooked his fingers to press and massage the spongy spot inside of you, making your mouth fall open and your legs jerk.
You twisted enough to glare at him, Joel covered in shadow from the fire crackling behind him. âQuit being an asshole, Joel,â you said through your teeth, making him chuckle.
âWhere are your manners, sweetheart?â he asked, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a sigh before grabbing your hip with a hand. His wet fingers smeared against your heated skin as he pulled you back a little more, making your back arch like a bow pulled too tight.
He slid the blunt head of his cock between your folds until it tapped against your clit, making him when you whimpered. Joel finally granted you what you wanted, lining up with your entrance and pressing his way in. His cock caught, sliding in so slow that it made you squirm.
âRelax, sweetheart.â Joelâs big hand slid up and down your curved spine, calloused fingers feeling each and every notch of your vertebrae. Your pussy fluttered around him, stretched out and so eager as he bullied his way inside of you. The breath you took in was frantic and overwhelmed, it felt as though he was pushing all of the air out of your body. The two fingers he had pressed inside of you as a test didnât prepare you at all for his thick cock.
You could hardly breathe, youâd never taken a cock this big inside of you without any preparationâbut you were too impatient to wait for him to stretch you out on his fingers. You were pathetic, whining and wheezing as your hands clenched against the cushions on the back of your couch.
Youâd never felt anything better in your life.
After what felt like ages, Joel was fully seated inside of you. His coarse jeans were pressed against your soft thighs, the two of you breathing heavily like youâd run a marathon.
âYouâve gotta relax. Feels like youâre gonna squeeze my dick off,â Joel said, slowly grinding his pelvis against the swell of your ass. You nodded, trying to take in deep breaths and get used to the feeling of being stretched full.
âSorry,â you muttered as you focused on becoming pliant, your taught muscles slowly releasing. His beard rasped against the back of your neck as he kissed you there, a moment of intimacy to calm you down. It felt like a reward, your breaths slowing as you unclenched around Joel and welcomed him deeper.
The sound you made when Joel pulled out and pressed back in was pathetic. It felt like he was sawing you in half, carving a space for his cock inside of you with each thrust. There was some caution to his movements, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he grit his teeth.
âSo fucking tight, sweetheart,â Joel said, his voice muffled as his mouth pressed against your neck. Each thrust coaxed a gasp from you, your nails digging into the fabric of the couch as you took whatever Joel is willing to give. Your vision was blurry from the overwhelmed tears brimming your eyes.
The sound of your bodies smacking together filled your living room, the open belt still threaded through Joelâs pants clinking on the off beat. He maintained his pace like a machine, drilling into the gummy spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in your head.
Your nipples were sensitive, rubbing against the coarse fabric of the couch cushions with every thrust. The noises you made were absolutely undignified, the sounds of someone being fucked completely stupid. He was filling you up so perfectly and the knowledge that it was Joel, your hardass patrol partner who never gave affection to anyone, it made you feel like youâd touched a live wire.
âTell me how it feels, sweetheart,â Joel said, a wide hand reaching around you to fondle your breast. He used it to bring you back, curving your spine so the back of your head was pressed against his collarbone and you looked up at where the wall and ceiling met.
You felt helpless and primal, your mind scattered a million different places. âSo good,â you gasped stupidly, hardly able to form words. Your hands grabbed his forearm and fisted in his flannel behind you, an effort to anchor yourself to him.
âI know,â he murmured, kissing the shell of your ear. You were vaguely aware of tears running down your cheeks, your mouth hanging open as you struggled to stay afloat. You were already lost, a sea of sensation pulling you under with only the places where you and Joel were pressed together serving as your lifeline.
Joelâs free hand reached around your belly, finding your neglected clit with practiced ease. You moaned his name like a broken record, your eyebrows furrowing. He rubbed it hard and fast, matching the pace he was rutting into you with. You already felt heat pooling in your lower abdomen.
âOh god,â you gasped, already shaking from head to toe and your grip tightening around his forearm. âJoel Iâmâyes, yes, yesââ
It felt like your whole world shattered as you came with a shout, your muscles convulsing. You clamped around Joelâs cock like a vise, your hips twitching wildly. Pleasure flooded through you from head to toe, warm and fuzzy and all-consuming. The sensation was simultaneously too much and not enough, Joel steadily fucking you through it as your vision went white.
Joel had to pull himself away from you, letting you slump forward on the couch cushion as you came down from your orgasm. You were clenching around nothing, whining at how cruel he was to leave you empty.
The wet, sticky sounds coming from him made you turn your head as you went boneless on the couch. Joelâs cheeks were red as he tugged at his cock, a hand squeezing the flesh of your ass. His dark eyes were focused on you, all loose limbed and spent.
He finally noticed you looking, his mouth open and panting. He took in your fucked out expression, your eyelashes clumped with tears and cheeks red. Heâd made a mess of you, the dazed look on your face his undoing as he let out a grunt. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip as he came, spurting thick come over your ass as his fingers dug into you.
You sighed as you felt his hot come land on your ass and back, pooling in the curve of your spine. You were still floaty and out of it, vaguely aware of him milking the last spurts of his spend from his thick cock.
âJesus,â he grumbled, swaying for a moment before sitting down on the couch next to you. He gathered you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap and against his chest as you went perfectly limp.
You nuzzled against his neck, humming your affection as his hand rubbed up and down your back. The motion smeared his come along your skin, his fingers rubbing it in like body lotion. It was like heâd stuck your brain in a blender, the mush of the aftermath hardly able to form more than feelings as you pressed your forehead against his beard.
âIâll beat up the whole town if this is the thanks I get,â Joel said, pressing a kiss to your temple. His barrel chest shook beneath you with a chuckle, his hands never straying from your body.
âNo oneâs gonna want to touch me with a ten-foot pole,â you muttered after a moment of silence, it took you a beat to even process what Joel was saying. He snickered, seeming pleased with himself as you melted deeper into his embrace.
âGood, I should be the only one touching you,â he said, making warmth bloom in your chest. âUnless Iâm assuming things.â
You smiled, a sleepy look still on your face as you wound your arms around his neck and snuggled in closer. âSo this wasnât a spur of the moment thing?â you asked, sounding shy as you said it.
Joel chuckled, shaking his head. âYou know how many times I had to go home after patrol and take a cold shower just because you bumped my arm or bent over to pick something up? Felt like a damn teenager.â
You giggled, picking your head up to look at Joel properly. He looked so soft and sweet around the edges, that normal fire and flintiness was gone from his dark eyes. âYou gonna stay tonight?â
He pulled you in for a kiss, it was sweet and over all too soon. âIf youâll let me,â Joel said, sounding earnest.
You nodded, tucking your head back against his neck. You were starting to succumb to your drowsy state, your eyes sliding shut as you puddled into Joel. You were vaguely aware of him lifting you off the couch, his good-natured grumbling about carrying you up the stairs filling your ears.
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pretty little present â smg
⥠pairing: bf!mingi x afab!reader ⥠theme: smut ⥠wc: 2.5k ⥠warnings: dom!mingi, sub!reader, size kink (obviously), reader wears lingerie, mingi picks up reader and carries them, masturbation (f. & m.), oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), multiple orgasms (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), dacryphilia, possessiveness, creampie, reader gets one (1) hickey, pet names (princess, doll, babygirl), great aftercare, fluff ending ⥠a/n: i donât normally write atz but bestie @myhimbomingi requested a mingi fic and i absolutely said yes!! i had such a fun time writing him hehe
The soft light of early dawn filters through your eyelids as you slowly drift into consciousness. You roll over, flopping your arm over your sleeping boyfriend to snuggle up next to him - but your hand hits nothing but the bedsheets. You sleepily pry your eyes open to see his side of the bed vacant. You grab your phone to check your texts - sure enough, you have a message from Mingi, sent at 6:14am:
good morning babe :) sorry to leave without saying goodbye but i didnt wanna wake u, u looked so cute!! i had to leave early for work today but i promise iâll make it up to u! i left u a present on the counter, weâll put it to good use tonight ;) love you â€ïž
You were planning on going back to sleep, but now you're simply too curious. You hop out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. There, on the counter, you see a flat, gift-wrapped box - creamy white in color with baby pink ribbons tying it together. Whatever it is, it looks expensive. You untie the pastel bow and remove the lid. Underneath several layers of crisp white tissue paper, you find your present: a lingerie set.Â
The set is jet black, made of silky mesh adorned with lace and satin ribbons. Itâs light as a feather, buttery soft to the touch - clearly a luxury item. You've never worn anything like it in your life, but it's beautiful.Â
You pull your phone out to text your boyfriend.Â
got your gift, hurry home to me ;)Â
The typing bubble immediately pops up. Within seconds he responds.Â
i will baby đ
The day passes at an annoyingly slow pace. You didn't have much to do today anyway, so you try to occupy yourself with chores, but you can't help daydreaming about what all Mingi will be doing to you later.Â
Finally, evening rolls around - Mingi will be home soon.Â
You take a quick shower to freshen up, afterwards donning your new lingerie set. With all its various straps it takes you a few minutes to even figure out how to get it on, but once you do you step in front of your full length mirror to check it out. You knew it was gonna be really pretty on, but you look fucking hot. You start thinking about how feral it's going to make Mingi - quickly ruining the delicate panties at the mere thought of him.Â
You grab some leggings and a big tshirt and throw them on. Another peek in the mirror verifies that you can't tell what you're wearing underneath the comfy clothes - all the more perfect to surprise him with.Â
A few minutes later, you hear the sound of the front door being unlocked and opened.Â
âBabe, Iâm home!â Mingi calls out.Â
You flutter on over to meet him, practically skipping as you jump into his arms. He pulls you in for a big kiss, placing his large hand on the back of your head, petting your hair softly as he holds you tight against him. As his lips depart from yours, he smiles, gazing at you with pure love.Â
âI missed you,â you tell him as you place your hand on his chest.Â
âI missed you too,â he replies as he kisses your forehead.Â
âSoooo,â he starts as he tosses his bag down and kicks his shoes off. âWhat do you say we try out your new present?â
âAlready?â you reply coyly. âDonât you wanna eat dinner first?â
âIt can wait,â he says as he lightly grabs onto your chin. His voice turns low and rumbly.Â
âIâd rather eat you.â
You giggle. âWell somebody's horny.â
âI've been thinking about you all day - thinking about how good you're gonna look in your gift.â He strokes your jaw with his thumb. âGonna be my pretty little present.â
He grabs the hem of your tshirt, starting to pull it off of you.Â
âWhy don't we get you out of these clothes already and-â
He stops. Heâs lifted your shirt just enough to reveal the black lacy lingerie underneath.Â
âOh.â
âOne step ahead of you, baby,â you say sweetly.Â
âFuckkkkk,â he groans. He helps you lift your shirt the rest of the way off, flinging it aside as he takes in the sight of you. The mesh lining of the bra is entirely sheer, putting your nipples on full display. The coolness of the room combined with how turned on youâre getting makes them perk up, poking through the delicate fabric.Â
He brushes his fingers over the protruding buds, making them even harder. He licks his lips as he gazes at you, the love in his eyes quickly turning into lust.Â
You reach for the waist of your leggings, sliding them off of you to reveal the rest of the set. You kick them aside, standing up before him to show yourself off.
âTurn around for me,â Mingi commands.
You give him a twirl, wiggling your butt as your back faces him. He grabs onto you with both hands, squeezing your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hands.
You let him touch you for a few moments before you spin around, grabbing his hands as you pull him with you toward the bedroom.
âCome on, what are you waiting for?â you tease.
Before you can take another step you feel your feet depart from the ground - Mingi grabs you by the waist, lifting you off the floor as he picks you up. He practically tosses you over his shoulder as he carries you down the hallway, his arm wrapped tightly around your torso as he holds you against him.Â
âHey!!â you shout, but a big grin spreads across your face. So heâs in this kind of mood. You know heâs about to throw you around, have his way with you - even more so than normal. You feel your pussy clench in anticipation.Â
You arrive at the bedroom. Mingi tosses you onto the bed - you land on your back, resting upon the pile of pillows. You keep your legs open, showing off your pussy through the sheer fabric of your underwear.Â
âSo wet for me already,â he says as he runs two fingers lightly across your clothed slit. He gives your cunt a gentle smack.Â
âTouch yourself for me, princess. Leave your panties on.â
You obediently slide your fingers to your core. Mingi quickly pulls his shirt over his head, then reaches for his belt. You begin stroking your clit through the soft mesh as you watch him remove his clothes, freeing the large bulge that has formed in his pants. He pulls his boxers down, his length springing free. As many times as youâve had sex with him, youâre still always taken aback by his size. His cock is thick, long, hard - precum already dribbling from his tip. He strokes himself a few times as he watches you. You slip your fingers underneath your panties, sliding them into your opening. You moan softly at the sensation - but you know this is absolutely nothing compared to how much his cock is going to fill you up.Â
He watches you slowly fuck yourself for a minute, gripping his length in his fist. As you start to wriggle slightly to your own touch, he steps forward. You yelp as he grabs you by the ankles, yanking you toward the edge of the mattress. He kneels down, leaning against the bed, positioning his face in front of your cunt. His hands slide up the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up and into the bed, nearly folding you in half as he opens you up even further before him. He sticks his tongue out, dragging its tip ever so lightly over your clit through the panties - itâs enough to drive you insane.
âMingi,â you whine, trying to push yourself into his mouth. He retracts his head, not letting you get what you want just yet.
âWhatâs that, baby?â he asks. The way heâs staring at you, you can tell he is dying to taste you - but he doesnât miss the opportunity to taunt you a bit.
âPlease,â you softly mumble under your breath.
âUse your words, doll. Tell me exactly what you want.â
âWant your mouth on me,â you manage to utter, still trying to push your cunt against his mouth - but his grip on you is too strong. âWant you to make me cum.â
âLike this?â he asks, teasing you once more as his tongue dances over your pussy.
âGod, yes,â you cry. You feel like youâre going to lose your mind if he delays any further.Â
âOr,â he continues as he reaches beneath the hem of your panties, pulling them aside. The coolness of the air hits your soaked core, countered by the hot exhales of Mingiâs breath against you. âLike thisâŠâ
He dives into you, his warm mouth greeting your cunt as his tongue traces between your folds. He sticks the tip into your hole - youâre so wet right now that it slips in with ease. You groan as he fucks you with his tongue, his nose pressing against your clit as he swirls his tongue around inside you. He pulls it out, flattening his tongue and licking a big stripe up your center before latching onto your clit. You cry out at the overpowering stimulation, writhing beneath Mingiâs strong arms as he sucks on the sensitive bud. A white-hot sensation swells in your gut, burning delightfully as you feel your orgasm approach. Your body tenses, your legs beginning to quiver as Mingi devours you. You reach for his head, grasping onto his hair as your climax takes over. You scream out Mingiâs name as you cum on his face, his tongue moving relentlessly against your clit as you ride out your high. He grips onto you until the very end, face buried in your pussy as you come down. Just when you think itâs over, he starts up again, sucking on your clit as he slips his fingers into you, curling them perfectly to reach your g-spot. Within moments, youâre cumming again, grinding against his tongue as overwhelming pleasure courses through your veins. He slows his motions, giving your clit a few last gentle licks as he slides his fingers out of you. Theyâre dripping wet, as is his entire chin - he places them in his mouth, licking them clean, making sure he doesnât waste a single drop of you.Â
You lay there, your chest rising up and down with heavy breaths as you try to recover. Mingi crawls up to meet your face, kissing you slowly on the mouth as he lays his weight upon you - resting on his forearms so he doesnât completely squish you. You feel his cock throbbing against your cunt as he makes out with you - you can just tell he is unbearably hard.Â
Mingiâs lips part from yours - barely, just enough so he can gaze into your eyes as he strokes your hair.
âPlease fuck me,â you beg, your voice barely more than a whisper.
He nuzzles his head into your neck, sucking at your skin - lightly, but enough that you know itâll leave a mark.Â
âAnything for my princess,â he whispers into your ear.Â
He stands up, pulling your hips toward him. He grabs onto the panties, ripping them off of you and throwing them aside. He lines his cock up with your entrance; he pushes just the head in, but heâs already stretching you out. Slowly he slides his full length into you - you cry out at the overwhelming fullness. He rests inside you for a few moments, letting you get used to his size. You begin shifting your hips, trying to ride his cock from beneath him. Mingi grins.
âSo eager,â he coos, tracing his fingers over your stomach. âAre you ready babygirl?â
âUh-huh,â you mewl, nodding your head swiftly.
He begins fucking you, steadily at first, but your cries quickly makes him increase his pace. Tears flow from your eyes as his thickness stretches you with each motion. He grasps tightly onto your hips, pulling you against him as he thrusts into you. He looks down at you, his pretty baby, losing all composure on his cock. He moans loudly, uninhibited - he doesnât care if the whole world hears him. He wants everybody to know youâre his.
He reaches down, feeling your breasts through the lacy sheer bra.
âSo pretty,â he groans. âSo perfect, all mine.â
His hand slides down to your stomach, pushing down on your abdomen as he fucks you. The other reaches for your clit - you didnât think you could possibly cum again, but the gentle pressure of his fingers combined with his cock nearly splitting you in half just feels too good.Â
âGonna cum,â you manage to get out, barely able to speak through your cries of pleasure.Â
âCum for me babygirl,â Mingi growls, very near his own release.
You cum on his cock, crying out his name as your walls squeeze around him - sending him over the edge. He releases, painting your insides with his hot white ropes. He grasps onto your hips, holding you down against him as his cock pulsates inside you. He breathes heavily, grunting as he gives you every last spurt of his cum. As he finishes, he holds still, his cock resting inside you. He leans over, careful not to pull out just yet - gently he grabs your jaw as he kisses you, his lips hungrily interlocked with yours.Â
âWait right here baby,â he says softly as your mouths finally part. You groan as he carefully pulls his cock out of you, immediately missing the sensation. Mingi quickly makes his way to the bathroom; he returns with a small towel, doused in warm water. Gently he cleans you up, cautious as not to overstimulate you. As he finishes he tosses the towel back into the bathroom, scooping you up and pulling you into the bed with him. He tucks the both of you underneath the blankets, taking you in his arms as he nuzzles up against you.Â
âAre you cold?â he asks, kissing you on the forehead.
âNot with you here.â
âGood.â
You lay there in silence, deep breaths filling the air as you relax into each other's arms.
âThanks for the present, baby,â you finally say, your voice soft and sleepy.
âYouâre welcome, love.â
âYou did completely rip it to shreds, though,â you remind him.
Mingi smiles sheepishly. âSorry, I got a little carried away. You just looked too good.â
He cradles your cheek in his palm. âIâll just have to get you another one,â he tells you with a kiss.
âI wouldnât mind that,â you say as you snuggle up into him. âJust give me a few business weeks to recover from this please.â
He laughs, drawing you even closer into him. You begin to drift off to sleep, comfortable and warm in his embrace.
âMingi?â you say softly.
âYes, babe?â
âI love you.â
You feel his cheeks turn into a smile.
âI love you too, baby.â
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nsfw, fem reader, possession + biting
when coriolanus snow latches onto you, everything tends to burn. his fingers, his nails, his teeth, his lips - they all have a tendency for a craving when theyâre near you.
and when he fucks, he fucks like its not beneath him. he fucks like a reverent and a lunatic, clutching at your sides like youâll disappear on him like a fog and leave him behind like he has feared all along. claiming skin that he feels is his.
one night, in particular, heâs especially needy: hot all over, hands roaming the expanse of your back and pushing your body tightly against his. if he gave you time to recover from the melt of his kisses, youâd have recognised his heart for your own - thudding like something violent in his chest, able to be felt even with layers of clothing on. but he breathes you in like an tonic he has never felt before. in need of more, always.
âneedy much?â you croak, feeling his rough hands catch against your throat as he grasps your cheeks. he intends to pull so you impossibly close to him, that the two of you might melt as one. how romantic.
he hisses when you bite his lip, take it between your stubborn canines and stay, âalways. you - ah - know that.â
and it progresses into something bigger - his hands on your hips, nose nudging into your neck. he gets enthusiastic, gets riled up in places which are his forte - when this happens, itâs always his fingers that stretch you out first. one, two, and when you cry out loud, heâs staring at you with something ugly in his eyes.
possession. filthy, and wholly his. his eyes almost shift.
âpoor, weeping little cunt is all mine, isnât it?â he taunts you, voice against your breast as he takes your nipple to his teeth. the friction is lovely, delicious in a way, and you canât blame the guttural moan that leaves you, or him, when you arch into his body. still, thereâs no answer from you, âitâs mine. tell me, i need to hear it. that itâs mine.â
his fingers curl inside of you, the flex of them so nasty and painfully good that you never mean to squeal, but do anyways. he smiles at this. smiles at any twitch, any chance of your body betraying logic and following feeling, and he begins to slow his pace to filter that feeling as punishment.
and when you register this, you panic. your eyes are blown wide, quivering already when he hasnât even given you a real fuck - âyours - yours! itâs yours, coryo. all - ugh - all⊠yours.â
his fingers flex, tighten.
âall mine? you sure?â
you can see him against your chest, eyes like that of a snake. glaring and wanting, poison in the air as he takes from you like a dog.
âyours, all yours - coryo, please!â
âshh. i know - thatâs all i wanted to hear,â he smiles then, his fingers picking up an addicting pace, âi know, baby, i know⊠see, feels better doesnât it?â
you nod, fervent and hot, in need of release. what impending release he has waiting for you. what utter cruelness he puts into his thrusts, his strokes. coriolanus is of much character, and still, he looms above. possesses you fully, like a thing for taking. you can barely see it now, but his eyes go dark with the lust of it.
and when he is fully sheathed inside, after much patience, heâs delirious. much more than before. you know this, he knows this, because his hips snap against yours so much more cruelly, faster and harder than anything else heâs given you in this room.
âcoryo - oh god,â you cry, circling your legs against his hips, and the proximity it brings makes the two of you mewl against one another. when he thrusts again, its fire taking a lick at fire, and with filthiness forming inside of him, he takes to something more deranged. misplaced.
âyou belong to me.â
you nod, hazy. not understanding to the best of your capabilities.
âyou understand, donât you? youâre smart, arenât you? - ah,â he moans, and where he doesnât, he bites the soft flesh of your neck until it grows tender with pain, âthis,â
he picks a disgusting pace on your clit, fingers slipping,
âis all mine.â
the force of your orgasm isnât superficial. itâs wrenched out from the deepest parts of you. when you lose consciousness, coriolanus slaps two fingers against your cheeks, chuckling when you blink back up blearily.
perhaps, so blearily that you donât properly make out the sight of him popping two silver-stained fingers in his mouth, your spent too sweet for him to give up so easily. how delicious you taste, he marvels, the thought of it being all his more thrilling than for just one round.
(requests for snow / tbosas are open!)
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I love signal wizard so much! Would you be willing to show how you did the noise effect? It looks sooooo good and I have no idea where you even started lmao
Sure! It was a pretty messy and experimental process, so there isn't an easy step by step recreation method, but I can go over the tools that I used.
It was largely thanks to the Dissolve blending mode which turns opacity gradients into pixelated ones:
I would first create a solid shape that I liked, then airbrush the edges to be less distinct on a Dissolve layer, and then use a textured brush to carve the airbrushed edges out a bit to make the shape more gritty and rough. Then I put a desaturated noise filter with its brightness levels adjusted to boost the contrast on top of it all. Here's a simplified step through with just one extra tone added at the end to give the shape some volume:
I layered a lot of these in different tones on top of each other with different opacities and blending modes and messed around with differently textured brushes until I was happy with the look. Then I threw in some tidbits of magenta and cyan for a little color and voila! The Noise.
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The Biology Tutor
đ Lesson 1: Female Anatomy
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Continue studying: Lesson 2: Male Anatomy | Extra Credits 01: Communication Skills | Extra Credits 02: French | Independent Study 01: Art | Independent Study 02: Creative Writing
Pairing: Virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!tutor!reader
Summary: Eddieâs failing class, so you decide to offer two different styles of biology tuition, textbook-based and *ahem* practical.
W/C: something around 4k (I didnât do a word count after editing, sorry)
CW: đ 18+ MDNI!, NSFW, PWP, smut with a story. Exhibitionism (f), mutual masturbation (m+f), swearing, innuendo, pet names, slight sub/dom dynamic, subtle size kink? Both Reader & Eddie are overage. No y/n. Readerâs appearance is not described, it can be whatever you like.
A/N: A cute little bit of biology lesson-based smut. Iâm a sucker for virgin!Eddie and wanted to see if I could write him. Let me know how I did! đ
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Youâve had a crush on the guy in your Biology class since the beginning of the year when you first saw him ranting on a table in the cafeteria. Thereâs something about him thatâs so different from the guys youâd usually go for. You run in completely different social circles, you with the academically-gifted âBrainy Bunchâ (an eye-rollingly terrible moniker coined by the we-think-weâre-so-clever jocks), and him with his nerdy friends. Despite this you find him unusual and intriguing, not to mention hot as all hell. You guess the âfreak metalheadâ look doesnât work for everyone, but his long hair and rebellious dark ink are certainly doing it for you. You really want to discover whatâs underneath those layers of denim, leather and torn shirts, your imagination only able to go so far as you ponder his form late at night in your bed.
However, girls talk, and youâve never heard of him being with any of them, or even speaking to all that many. For all his bravado and apparent confidence, youâre reasonably certain that Eddie Munson is still a virgin.
And for some reason this draws you to him even more.
Youâre pretty sure youâve caught Eddie checking out your ass as itâs perched on a high stool while he sits behind you in the biology lab. On days when youâre in this class youâve started to wear your tightest jeans, and your shortest skirts (though if anyone asked youâd insist it was a coincidence).
Somehow youâve become inexplicably clumsy (but only in this class, how oddâŠ), often dropping your pencil and having to bend over to pick it up, occasionally chewing on the end in contemplation when you know heâs watching, much to the chagrin of your teacher.
âNever put anything in your mouth in the lab, you should all know better by now.â
You smirk at the innuendo in Eddieâs direction and he quickly looks away, ears exposed by his lab-regulation tied-back hair a little pink at the tips.
You also often âforgetâ or âloseâ equipment, asking him if heâs got a spare, or could he please get you a replacement from the cupboards, which heâs always more than willing to do (giving you ample opportunities to observe his denim-clad ass as he does so).
âDamn, I seem to be one test tube short. Eddie, would you be a doll and get me one from the cupboard?â, crossing your legs and subtly ensuring the hem of your skirt rides up just a little more.
Eddie looks you up and down (result!) and agrees.
âThanks, you really are my knight in shiny, um, leather?â You wince slightly at your clumsy comment, but he takes it in his stride, continuing the bit by replying,
âHere you go, your majestyâ, bowing theatrically and presenting the glassware to you atop his forearm, making you grin.
In another lesson: âShit, I tore my filter. Eddie, do you have a spare?â
âAnything for the Princess of Biology.â
He gives you a little smirk, and you feel your cheeks heat slightly. You canât help gazing at his strong, ring-clad hands as he hands you the little circle of absorbent paper.
It becomes somewhat of a game, you playing the Princess and he the rescuing knight.
But for all your teasing you genuinely do actually want to help him pass the class. You donât want him to have to repeat the year - youâve seen him play at The Hideout and you know heâs meant for greater things.
Itâs just biology, it canât be any harder than what little youâve picked up about that complicated game he plays, which seems to be all numbers, convoluted plots and organising âcampaignsâ, whatever they are. Youâre sure he could pass if heâd just apply himself.
Or, perhaps, he just needs the right tutor�
Youâd broached it with your science teacher, offering to help âany students who were behindâ for extra credits. After heâd agreed youâd approached Eddie that same day, offering to come to his home and help him with his overdue assignments.
He was confused and skeptical at first, thinking this could all be some elaborate prank, but you were gentle and persuasive, and heâd agreed to pick you up later that day.
Youâre sitting on his worn-out sofa, draped with a well loved but soft blanket. Youâve spent the last hour trying to get Eddie to understand cellular respiration (âIsnât it just, like, breathing in and out?â âNo, Eddie, this is cell biochemistry, itâs a bit more complicated than thatâ), but nothing you attempt seems to be working.
Heâs despondent, wonât look at you, and seems resigned to his fate of never passing this particular subject, interjecting with statements like,
âLook, itâs just not going in.â
âI donât know how to make it stick.â
âI donât think Iâll get it, Princess, even if you beat it into me.â
The innuendo (accidental or not) is driving you crazy. As is Eddieâs lack of self belief.
Youâd even tried explaining it by using D&D analogies.
âThink of the chemical reactions like individual characters interacting in groups. Like, if this particular troupe disband and some make allegiances with another, the group has different skills and attributes now, right?â But after a promising start even that doesnât seem to hold his attention.
In fact, the more animated you get and closer you sit, the more distracted and fidgety he becomes, unwilling to engage fully with you and shifting uncomfortably.
You move further towards him on the sofa, determined to give it one last shot, and force him to make eye contact with you.
Their colour and depth surprises you as you look into them properly for the first time, noticing their rich, swirling chocolate and whiskey hues.
Your eyes briefly drop to his lips, the soft pink, plump, velvety pillows looking mightily enticing. God, theyâre perfect.
Goosebumps rise on your arm as you feel his surprisingly soft curls tickle your shoulder.
Okay, you knew he was cute, but up close? Fucking hellâŠ
You lean across your notes and over to the text book thatâs on his other side. Your thighs are touching, and as you twist the side of your breast makes contact with his arm. If he looked slightly down and towards you heâd be able to see right down the neck of your tank top. You kind of hope he does.
Huffing, you prod at the book with your hand, hoping that the diagram on the page might make everything clearer. The movement makes your boobs jiggle a little.
You hadnât noticed heâd stopped breathing and he suddenly lets out a huff of breath, covering it with a badly faked cough. His cheeks have flushed a light shade of pink.
So, you definitely werenât imagining all that stuff in class.
Fuck it. You consider this might be the only opportunity you might get to do this, so decide to grab it. After all, academic tutelage was only part of your motivation to get him alone, and something youâve been thinking about for a long time, one of the fantasies that keeps you up at night, pops into your head. One that would definitely get his attention. And if you canât help his confidence academically, perhaps you can help with it somewhere else. Call it interpersonal tutelageâŠ?
With as much nonchalance as you can muster, you say, âUm, maybe we should take a break. Yâknow, relax a little?â
You scootch away to the end of the sofa, putting your back against the armrest and bringing your feet up onto the cushion in front of you. You grab a couple of throw cushions and slot them behind you, getting comfortable.
Eddie seems to relax a little too once youâve moved away, but still looks uneasy.
God, are you really going to do this? What if he screams and runs away, or worse, tells his friends, or your classmates..? No, youâve been thinking about this for far too long. Oh, fuck it x 2âŠ
Feigning a stretch, you arch your back and place your hands at the back of your waist, pushing your chest, and breasts, upwards. Then you move them to the sides of your ribs, glancing over the sides of your boobs, seemingly-innocently pushing them together. You move a hand underneath one of your breasts, cupping it gently in the crook of your thumb and forefinger.
Eddie is still sitting tensely on the front edge of the sofa cushions, stealing sideways glances at you through the curtain of his hair.
âCâmon, Eddie, get comfy with me. Itâll help, I promise.â
Self-consciously, Eddie shifts himself and sits facing you, cross-legged, at the other end of the sofa. You give him a soft smile, which he returns with a slightly bashful one of his own, afterwards rolling his lips inwards between his teeth.
Okay, itâs now or never. Are you gonna be able to concentrate on this, Eddie?
You hum quietly, and almost closing your eyes you run a palm down your chest and over your belly. You drop one knee slightly out to the side, and run your hand down the inside of your thigh and back up it, eventually pushing your fingers between your thighs and cupping your mound with your palm.
You see Eddieâs eyes widen and hear a stifled choke.
Your hand moves to fully cup your breast, and you lightly trace your thumb over your hardening nipple whilst the hand between your legs begins to apply gentle pressure, making you inhale deeply.
Eddie watches you, agape, bringing his hands together and clasping one hand over the other in front of him, you surmise to disguise his burgeoning bulge.
You open your eyes a little, keeping them soft and half lidded, and gently smile in Eddieâs direction, ensuring heâs still watching you.
Using both hands to pop the button and lower the zipper on your jeans, you tease yourself by running the pretty elastic trim of your your panties between your fingertips, pulling it slightly away from you and letting it snap back onto your abdomen.
âUhâŠâ, he swallows hard, and you internally groan at the sight of his Adamâs apple bobbing in that delicious neck, âWhatâre you doing..?â
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing, Eddie? Iâm⊠relaxingâŠâ
Sighing out the last word, you choose this moment to slip your hand down the front of your underwear, sliding over your mound and dipping just the tip of one finger between your folds, feeling the wetness thatâs already pooled there. Your forehead furrows a little and you let out a quiet, contented hum.
Eddieâs eyes widen further and his eyebrows disappear completely under his bangs, and he sounds a little like heâs suffocating.
He tries to move further away from you along the sofa, unsuccessfully however as heâs wedged against the other armrest.
âUh, I can, yâknow, leave, or you could use my room, or, I can take you home, or, or-â
Heâs babbling, and looking everywhere but at you. Thatâs not what you want at all, and youâre also concerned that he looks so uncomfortable.
âI can stop, if you wantâŠâ
He rushes out a reply, almost shouting the first syllable.
âN-NO! Um, no, itâs okay, really.â
âOkay, Eddie, stay right there. Keep your eyes on me, I wanna give you a show.â
He looks even more shocked, jaw dropping open, and you think he might bolt. But after a moment itâs clear that despite being full of anxiety, fear and self-consciousness, his curiosity, hormones and horniness are winning out, and he fixes his gaze on you.
He manages to squeak out, âOk-aayâŠâ
You lift your hips, using both hands to push your jeans and underwear down your legs until they reach your ankles. You slowly splay your knees, finally exposing yourself fully to Eddieâs gaze. One hand comes back to your breast, and you pinch your fabric-covered nipple between your thumb and forefinger.
He takes in the sight before him, the soft fur around your core, your wet folds glistening in the dim light of his living room, your sultry gaze, the peaks of your hardened nipples now visible through the thin fabric of your top.
He lets out a stuttering breath as his hips involuntarily shift underneath him, trying to find some friction.
âJeezus fuck, Princess, are you tryinâa kill me?â
You try to think of something that might help relax him.
âIf it helps you can imagine that weâre still studying. How about a quick lesson in female anatomy..?â
You move your hand down and with featherlight touches trace your fingertips around your pussy.
âNow, this whole area is my vulva.â
Eddie gulps.
Making a vertical line you trace your fingers over your wet lips.
âThese are my labia.â
Eddieâs lips press together and he lets out a stammering hum, closing his eyes momentarily before snapping them back open so he doesnât miss a thing.
âAre you paying attention, Eddie? This part is really important. This-,â you inhale sharply as you trail your wet fingers upwards and make contact, âThis is where youâll find my clit- fuck-â
It feels so delicious you almost donât manage to finish your sentence, and you let out a long, low hum. Part of you doesnât want to stop, but youâve got more planned. Moving your fingers down again, you say,
âAnd this, here? This is my vaginaâŠâ
With a smile, you watch him stare as you dip a fingertip into your sopping hole, letting out a low moan as you gradually slip it inside of you.
âYou know what the g-spot is, Eddie? I can show you where to find it, if you want me toâŠ?â
You slide your finger in further, curling it towards your front wall, almost managing to tickle that certain spot within and letting out a loud groan.
At the other end of the sofa Eddie gasps an inhale, whimpering slightly, and you see him press the heel of his hand into his crotch. The combination of his sounds and actions is making you impossibly wetter - the boys youâve been with before didnât do much of either, and you didnât know how much it turned you on.
You watch his face as he stares intently at your weeping centre as you slowly, so slowly move your finger in and out a few times.
âDâyou think youâll remember that, Eddie?â
âI promise Iâll fuckinâ try, Jesus ChristâŠâ
He swallows again, exhaling heavily.
Deciding itâs time for the main event, you bring the hand that was squeezing your breast down your body, moving your fingertips to your clit and applying gentle pressure.
âI want you to see how wet you make me, Eddie. I want you to know how much I enjoy you watching my ass in biology class, how often Iâve thought about it when Iâm alone. How much I like checking yours out in those oh-so tight jean- oh!â
A particularly exquisite circle followed by a firm press on your clit makes you moan out loud. The combination of both your hands has you close, closer than you imagined youâd be at this stage. It takes much longer when youâre by yourself, and youâre surprised and excited by just how much youâre enjoying having Eddie watch you.
Eddieâs fully gripping himself through his jeans now and is breathing heavily through his nose. He looks big, and you salivate at the thought.
You really want to see what heâs been hiding inside that tight denim.
âShow me, Eddie, I wanna see you.â
Hesitantly, never having experienced anything even close to this before, Eddie mumbles,
âYou, uhâŠ?â
âI wanna see you. Take out your cock. Let me see all of you, please.â
Heâs rubbing himself, and you can see how strained his jeans are, a wet stain now visible in the dark fabric.
Slowly, eyes never leaving your face and looking for any tiny indication that youâre uncomfortable or have changed your mind, he slowly undoes his button and pulls down his zipper.
His languid pace is killing you, but in a good way; you realise he most likely has no idea what this is doing to you.
He rearranges the front of his jeans, opening the fly wide and leaving nothing but a thin layer of checkered cotton covering his member. The tent itâs creating is impressive.
He watches you stare and run your wet tongue over your bottom lip.
Letting out a nervous breath between pursed lips, he pushes one hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, using his thumb and two fingers to hold his cock at the base. Using his other hand he slowly, agonisingly slowly, pulls the fabric out and downwards, gradually exposing his full member to the lights of the room and to you.
You pause your own movements and spend a moment taking it in. Itâs long, with an impressive girth - you briefly wonder whether he knows what heâs packing - and itâs the prettiest shade of pink youâve ever seen. Lengthy, veined, slightly curved, and thick, so thick.
Eddie watches your expression for a moment. Satisfied that youâre not freaked or about to run away screaming, he brings the rest of his fingers to join the others, wrapping himself fully in his fist and squeezing gently, causing a little bead of precum to collect on the tip.
You take in the sight before you for a few moments, then utter, completely honestly, âEddie, in case no oneâs ever told you this, you have a really beautiful dick.â
His face and neck turn the second-prettiest shade of pink youâve ever seen.
âNo oneâs ever told me that before, Princess.â Adding, almost in a whisper, âIn fact, no oneâs ever seen it.â
He chuckles lightly through that last sentence, embarrassed at what heâs just admitted. The ego boost of your comments has clearly given him some confidence though, as he adds with a slight smirk, a little breathy as he runs the pad of his thumb unhurriedly over his tip, âYou, uh, really think so?â
Oh, so he likes me watching him too?
You canât take your eyes off of it.
âI really do, Eddie. Itâs so pretty.â
As if to confirm your statement you resume your hand movements, adding another finger and resuming circling your clit with the other. You notice that Eddieâs started moving too, his hand moving over himself in a deft gripping and twisting motion, his hips bucking up every now and again.
For a few moments neither of you say anything, the only sounds in the room your combined panting breaths and the lewd movements of wet skin.
Your clit is swollen and supremely sensitive, and, pushing in a little further, your fingers just tickle that exquisite spot within you.
You moan as you imagine itâs Eddieâs pretty cock inside you. That heâs leaning over you, thrusting into you, hitting that spot effortlessly. Maybe even talking to you, telling you how good your pussy feels, how well youâre taking himâŠ
Suddenly your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth hangs open, a gutteral moan emerging from your chest as you get closer and closer.
Bringing your attention back to him you mumble, hurriedly,
âJeezus Eddie, Iâm gonna cum, you wanna see me cum?â
âFuck, sweetheart, Iâve never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life.â
Eddieâs words come out in a spluttering rush and on his last word your breathing halts, your muscles lock and you cum, hard, clenching around your fingers and letting out an involuntary strangled scream.
Somewhere in the back of your fuzzy mind you think you hear Eddie let out a loud, âHoly shhhiiiit!â
You come down a little, opening your eyes and locking them with Eddieâs. You ride out your aftershocks, humming as you feel your fingers inside of you and your juices running down them. You eventually remove your fingers from your cunt, leaving its puffy wetness fully on display, and trace them around your lips and clit.
âF-fuck, Princess, thatâs the hottest goddamn thing Iâve ever fuckinâ seenâŠâ
Eddieâs red-faced and panting, his cock still very much standing to attention in his now vice-like grip, the tip an angry red and leaking copious amounts of precum. His eyes are blown dark, the chocolate rims almost completely obscured. His face and neck are flushed and heâs covered in a sheen of sweat, and heâs clenching his jaw, looking like heâs trying desperately not to bust.
âAre you ok over there, Eddie?â
âShit, yeah, yes, I mean, fuck.â
Breathily, you ask him,
âDo you wanna cum?â
âFuck yes, I just, I didnât know whether you wanted me to.â
âOh I do Eddie, I really do. Itâs your turn now. You gonna cum for me? Please, let me see you lose it, show me everything youâve got.â
He breathes out a loud sigh in what seems like relief. You like how good heâs being for you, learning yet more about yourself that you didnât know before.
His fist speeds up as his other hand comes to hold his balls, deftly stroking and rolling the flesh. His brow furrows deeply and his lips clamp shut around a low moan. Heâs staring intently at you, eyes flicking between your face and your still-dripping cunt.
Suddenly his expression turns to one resembling surprise, as his eyebrows lift and his mouth opens, a string of expletives leaving those perfect, plump lips,
âFuck, fuck, Jeezus, motherf-, oh my-, fuckfuckfuuuck!â
His jaw drops as his abdomen contracts, and his eyes fix on your cunt as he jets hot ropes of white cum into the air and over his fist and t-shirt. Thereâs so much, and it seems never ending.
The sight is even better than youâd imagined it might be and your hips buck up into your hand, making you press your fingers into your clit again triggering another aftershock, and you find yourself moaning along with him.
For a few moments thereâs more silence, aside from your panting and heavy breathing.
Eventually Eddie chuckles a little, and you huff a breath out through your nose with a smile on your face.
Youâre both a sweaty, sticky mess, but neither of you care.
âFuck, Eddie, that wasâŠâ Youâre lost for words.
âAmazing? Incredible?â Seeing the grin plastered across Eddieâs face is easily as gratifying as all the other stuff youâve done tonight.
You both giggle as Eddie says, âFuck me, Princess, youâre definitely the best tutor Iâve ever had.â
Neither of you really want to move, but some cleanup is definitely necessary. Eddie takes the blanket from the sofa and throws it in the washer, cleaning up quickly in the bathroom, letting you know when itâs free and returning in a change of clothes, throwing the others in with the blanket.
As you both process whatâs just transpired you share timid glances and half smiles.
You both sit on the sofa again as you start to pack up your notes and books. In another unforeseen realisation, youâre surprised at how much youâve enjoyed Eddieâs company, and the warm feeling you get inside every time he looks at you is entirely unexpected.
You realise youâre gonna have to be the one to say something, and give Eddie a smirk.
âSo, how about next time we do some practical revision on, maybe, male anatomy?â
He looks a little surprised, but certainly not unhappy at the suggestion that there might actually be a ânext timeâ.
âYou really wanna, uh, tutor me again?â
Nodding in the affirmative, you reply, âOh yeah, I think weâve both learned a lot this afternoon.â
Holding his gaze, you suggest,
âSame time next week..?â
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â” WRIOTHESLEY synopsis : how does one express such a strong feeling like love when someone like him is involved? wc : 1k tags : fem!reader, fluff, smut, emotional reader who is very bad with words of affirmation
you donât get how he does it so easily. how he manages to make your heart beat faster, your face heat up, body react and get aroused. his words hold such a great power over you, especially so because he has proved to you many times that theyâre not empty promises.Â
wriothesley has shown you his love in all kinds of forms and ways. whether that be in your bedroom, or in more appropriate situations.Â
and youâre so jealous.Â
because as he keeps one hand on your ankle, with your leg perched on his shoulder, while the other is putting the slightest pressure on your abdomen - you wonder why you canât convey your feelings to him the way that he does. directly. honestly. in the heat of the moment and without any filter. but you simply canât.Â
expressing your feelings verbally has never been your forte. and in moments like these, where your lover keeps praising you, showering you with âi love youâsâ and petnames until all you can do is try not to combust, you hope that he knows that you feel the same.Â
the invisible veil of embarrassment and shyness always wraps around your mouth multiple times, nearly gagging you, and preventing you from revealing all of you. inside and out. because while youâre both as naked as on the day that you were born, you still feel as if there was a thick layer coated over you that is keeping wriothesley too far away from you.Â
every time his cock hits your inner most part, making your throat tighten up and your eyes roll back into your head, youâre not able to tell him how good heâs making you feel. when his hand slips lower, his thumb pressing against your wet swollen clit, jerking the little nub back and forth, you canât tell him that you like it just like that. that only him can make your body shake like this. that youâre only at his mercy.Â
you feel wriothesleyâs lips on your skin. sweet and light kisses are spread along your lower calf, and the intimacy, the gentleness is making you tear up.Â
having him inside you is not enough. his hands on your body are not enough. his skin against yours is not enough, because it still feels like youâre miles apart.Â
âfuck, sweetheart. quit squeezing me so tight or else-âÂ
a quiet sob rips through the room and wriothesleyâs sex dazed mind sobers up in an instant. your leg hits the mattress when he carefully drops it down, and leans over to have a look at you.
âlove?âÂ
wriothesleyâs about to stop everything at the sight of the tears trailing down your cheeks. are you in pain? did he hurt you? was it too much?Â
all those questions evaporate when he sees you stretch your arms out towards him, grabby hands hovering in front of his face as you keep crying like a toddler begging to be picked up.Â
âcâmere.â is all you can get out, yet it is enough for wriothesley to know what is truly going on. the empty space between you is quickly filled with warmth. with him.Â
chest against chest, he lies down beside you, his still hard cock slipping out of you, as he wraps you up in the comfort of his arms.Â
âiâm here. iâm here, my love.â
whether itâs your tears or snot that are wetting his neck as you nuzzle into him, he could not care less. everything about the past hour is forgotten. the heated kisses and frantic touches, as well as the moans and groans that filled your bedroom-
everything is irrelevant because no orgasm could ever satiate the need that youâre feeling right here and now.Â
âwrio-â
âi know, baby. i know. iâm not going anywhere, âm right here.â his hand strokes the back of your head, his fingers delicately combing through strands of your soft hair. a lopsided smile curves his lips when the arms around his middle tighten the slightest bit, and a wet kiss is pressed against the middle of his throat, right below his adamâs apple.Â
what you see as a weakness, is for wriothesley one of many reasons to love you even more. you donât need words to show him that your heart has only space for him. you donât have to tell him how much he means to you, and how good heâs being to you when he can all discern it in the way your bodyâs speaking to him. you gravitate towards him as if he was your own little sun.Â
his thumb swipes over your cheek when you eventually pull back to look at him. teary, doe eyes stare right into his soul. into his heart. and itâs the prettiest sight that a human being like him could have ever dreamed of. so many things have gone wrong in his life, yet so many went right, with you being his biggest blessing.Â
and you prove it over and over again. because he swears that his heart has stopped beating at a normal pace ever since you stepped into his life. you have rekindled his brain. his entire being.Â
âwriothesley.â your hoarse voice cuts through his thoughts, and he coos sweetly at you when you sniff and rub the corner of your eye with your palm. a kiss on your forehead, and another on the tip of your nose, and you feel like youâre holding the entire world in your arms.Â
âi love you. so, so much.â you croak, cupping his cheek and feeling the light stubble along his jaw as if to distract yourself from the light shake in your hands and the overwhelming fluttering of your heart.Â
âhm. i love you too.â wriothesley breathes, his hand wrapped so gently around your wrist as he guides it towards his lips, sealing his words with a final kiss on your palm. âso, so much.â
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â I could never choose to love another (maybe one day I can learn to love you too). â
Gojo Satoru x male!reader | angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage | NOT PROOFREAD | wc: 3.7K
warnings: minor mentions of homophobia, emasculation (r! is forced to wear traditionally female garbs due to "tradition"), angst.
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"You were born bluer than a butterfly, beautiful and so deprived of oxygen. Colder than your father's eyes â he never learned to sympathize with anyone."
"You were born reaching for your mother's hands. Victim of your father's plans to rule the world. Too afraid to step outside, paranoid and petrified of what you've heard."
authors note: (whisper chanting) wedding, wedding, wedding *song on repeat: BLUE by Billie Eilish
Black was the colour of elegance, formality, and misfortune.
Itâs resolute. Existing in carefully filtered hues of shadows. The colour swallows up everything. A sharp contrast to everything itâs put besides. Your eyes are naturally drawn to it. Then, like everything in nature, the colour black has its equal.
White was a symbol of good fortune, and innocence.
Just as powerful in the way it both lifts other around it and yet becomes the most striking. A balance in their nature.
Theyâre unifying colours. Opposites but equal. A dichotomy that humans have found themselves philosophizing over. Yin and Yang, they were two fishes circling each other in the pond; they belonged together just as much as they seemed totally opposite of each other.
You suppose thatâs why youâre wearing white for your wedding and Satoru, black. A binding of hands, families, fortune and misfortune.
A tradition of celebrating a union of equals.
A lifelong partnership.
It feels more like a sham to you.
This ceremony was unneeded and unnecessary. Youâre sure a simple contract wouldâve been more than enough. But, as great clans of sorcerers, traditions were not to be taken lightly and you were marrying into the Gojo Clan of Japan. This elevates you and your familyâs social standing â finally being able to suckle at the teats of High Society and their riches without having to strain your necks and stick your tongue like a runt.
You will be Gojo (Y/N), husband to the most powerful sorcerer in your lifetime and you will be grateful and content. You will be taken care of. Never worry about anything because you will be just as untouchable as your other half.
Despite these âtruths,â your heart feels so heavy youâre sure it has dropped to your stomach.
Like a frenzy of snakes, your intestines have wrapped themselves around your frantically beating heart; coiling and squeezing because this feeling has not left you the second Lady Gojo had come to discuss what alterations you needed to make for your wedding garbs.
Your breath hitches as your servants carefully tighten the obi around your waist. Your arms are outstretched as the servants busy themselves with tending to you. Those dolls youâve seen your cousins play dress-up and make-believe with, youâre beginning to pity them. The hands are invasive as they worry about the way the fabric is falling and if there are any wrinkles in sight; your hair was kept neat and out of your face for the hard wig they were putting on, they do this after they painted your face with powders and colours.
The bags under your eyes concealed delicately and your lips pampered so there'd be no imperfections in sight.
All the while, they say nothing about the grimaces of discomfort on your face. Simply nodding in approval once satisfied. They tell you theyâll place another layer of cloth on you and you tell yourself that youâve been through much worse.
But the second that weight settles, you can smell the incense they burned at your mother's funeral. Itâs strange how one's brain can make these correlations. Bridging a memory completely unrelated to now and ruining it.
The smoke glides across your face and up your nose. The burn of them makes your eyes water. That smell â no amount of flowers could ever get rid of that burning smell.
âYoung Master, do you need anything?â their voice surprises you enough for tears to fall. The servants gasp quietly, suddenly concerned at the state of you.
As if youâre a doll that had just come to life in the middle of play. This servant has the most unusual hair, inky black but in a way thatâs obviously fake as it shines unnaturally blue under the sunlight. You wonder what their real hair colour is, so your watery eyes look at their eyebrows.
Stained, no giveaway to the truth.
Their voice was deep but also gave nothing away. A truly androgynous individual, with the most peculiar haircut. Blinking away the tears, you shake your head and turn away.
âNo, Iâm alright. Just overwhelmed, and excited,â you chuckle. âItâs my wedding day after all.â
They weren't convinced. Those coral coloured eyes seemed to ripple; as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake. The servant turns and coldly announces for everyone to leave the room. Your older servants, your mothers, squared their shoulders.
"The young master should not be left alone on his wedding day," she begins. Her voice giving you a minute sense of comfort. She was a kind woman. Loyal to a fault. She cared for you the best she could, offering you her shoulder to weep on when she told you of your mothers sickness.
"You forget your place among us, young one."
The peculiar servant regards her with a placid expression. Yet, when she moves to approach you, they extend their hand out to the side to stop her.
You look between the two of them as they openly glared at each other. They lean in to her ears, hair slipping forward like a curtain, and they whisper. Whatever it is that they murmured makes her skin turn pale. She whips her head, gasping as she stares at them in horror.
Then, you were alone.
"What was that?" your voice was heavy with trepidation. The servant assures you with a polite smile. "My job is to ensure you are alright, Young Master. The room was beginning to get stuffy. Please, allow me to dress you myself."
Themselves?
It took three people in order to create the padding around your body. Essentially mummifying you in white so your shape was not distorted. Then another two servants assisted in your wrapping, securing the padding to your body and tying everything into place.
Like a proper bride.
It was emasculating. But the elders were already unamused by the binding of two men in matrimony â they demanded the wedding remained traditional. You found it hard to care, wanting to get this over and done with already.
The servant tilts your head up, gently pressing a cotton pad to your tear line and offering another smile. They smooth out what they can of your robe, getting behind you and quietly taking off the clips around the rim of your collar. It helps you breathe, if only a little, and your shoulders droop.
You suppose there isn't much else to be added onto your ensemble. But you appreciate the care they're putting in refining the hair accessories on your wig, using the flat sides of a rat tail comb to ensure the lace front was pressed neatly.
"...It feels like a helmet," you confess dryly. "It looks like one, doesn't it?" You gesture to your head.
"A pretty one," their reply makes you chuckle.
"They dress me up like this in order to humiliate me and my clan."
Your fingers curl into fists. They tilt their heads, regarding your fists with a glance then moving to your right to check the state of the lace.
"Do you feel humiliated?"
You twist your head, your expression now warped with simmering anger.
"I'm a man." You seethe.
"A beautiful one." They remind you. Not flinching at the subtle warmth your palms are emanating. "Why should you feel humiliated when you look as beautiful as the rising dawn? Don't do that."
They lean in and your breath hitches. You're so close you can tell they've combed through their lashes with mascara, feel the hardened brush of them on your cheek as they whisper in your ear.
"Don't give those rotting old bastards sorcerers the satisfaction of looking at the top of your head."
When they pull away, you feel like you can breathe again.
"I will be placing the wataboshi for you, Young Master."
You nod, the ache in your shoulders disappearing.
Wearing white is to symbolize your bride's willingness to be dyed in the grooms colours. Satoru thinks that's a bit of a dramatic description. It sounds more ominous than it does romantic.
He grunts as his servants tie the endless seams and cords. Folding it, smoothing it out â Satoru feels more like fresh dough being kneaded than he does a groom. The servants hasten their pace. He feels worn out. A vein on the side of his head pulsing as he reminds himself to unclench his jaw.
He can see himself in the reflection of the tri-fold mirror before him. He looks proper. Dressed in a black haori, with the striking white emblem of his clan on either fold.
Willingness to be dyed in his colours?
He sighs, furrowing his brows to keep his eyes hidden away. A servant asks if he needs anything, he waves their concerns away and tells them to continue.
"Are you sure if this is what you wish to do, Satoru?" his mother's voice echoes in his mind.
"I won't allow him to be humiliated further because of my actions. I have to be responsible. I have to marry him."
"You have to marry him?" she arches a brow his way, lifting the cup of tea to her lips as she watches him.
"You're mistaken, Satoru. The only one with power in deciding if this marriage is not the (L/N) Clan. It's us. It's you."
(Y/N)'s decisions do not matter. You accepted his dowry. Refused any other, is what she's telling him. The Gojo Clan's status is leagues above yours. If you refuse to marry him, Satoru can't imagine the ridicule you'll face. Your father â and his new bride â would cast you out.
It sickens him how weak you are. Your social standing is already so fickle, your clan just beginning to shake the fleas of the lower ringed trash from its fur. You deserve better than this.
You deserved choices.
He had never seen someone more devoted to sorcerer politics than you. You were a good son, a dutiful son.
Yet, your fate is in his hands. If he rejects your hand, you'll be humiliated. If he continues this path, he fears for your happiness. You'll be forever tainted by Satoru regardless of the choices he makes.
Forever dyed in his colours.
He flutters his eyes open, straightening his shoulders as the weight of the kimono reminds him of your red-rimmed eyes. The day of your mother's funeral, your hands healing him and washing him away from grime and filth while Suguru's marks were still so dark and blooming.
What a good husband you'd be.
He can't allow you to be shunned by your family, by sorcerer society.
He has to save you. He has to honour you. He has to.
Because he loves you. He has to.
He has to.
For you.
He'd do this for you.
Satoru looked handsome. You can barely seen him from underneath the hood, keeping your gaze ahead at the back of a shrine servant's head as he leads both you and your soon-to-be-husband towards the shrine.
It rained a little earlier, the sky was no longer gloomy so it provided the scenery with a shimmering quality. The leaves of the old ginkos tree decorating the grounds with its golden and orange leaves; every sway of its branches speckling light onto the puddles of rainwater which makes it shine like a gem.
The servant with the peculiar hair, they held a red umbrella over both you and Satoru's hair as your procession continues.
"You look beautiful," Satoru says. You eyes widen. In all the hubbub, the chaos after your mother's funeral, your father's marriage, preparing for your own, missions slipped between here and there. You'd forgotten this side of Satoru.
This unabashed mouth of his. With that sharp curl and those perfect teeth and blushed lips. His voice sounds so light despite the heavy cloud that'd been lingering over your heads.
The Star Plasma Incident, Geto Suguru's betrayal, your marriage.
Your refuse to let your eyes water. If Satoru can be this strong, then you will be just as strong as he is.
"I'm sure you do to," he turns his head. Not that you can see it. Hence, the joke. Satoru smiles your way and you're glad this hood protects you from more than just wind, dust, and dirt. Because the sight of his smile would make your palms clammy and your heart flutter.
It gives you too much hope. It is your wedding day. Most would say hoping wouldn't be too egregious. You'll be performing your marriage before the shrine gods after all, praying to them for happiness and wealth in your future with your husband.
Satoru reaches for you, slipping his black sleeves through the divot of your elbow and steadying you as you climb the steps. From behind you, your step-mother awws at the display.
You're sure Lady Gojo is curling her nose at her voice behind her handheld fan. This fills you with a little vicious delight.
The gods should hate you for this, but you swallow down that guilt as Satoru hitches you closer.
You enter the Pavilion, admiring the architecture and care of the shrine masters and maidens. You feel hope building in your chest. Despite your best efforts, it begins to lift its head. This shrine has seen so many marriages. Such as the marriage of Satoru's own parents, and his parent's parents.
Despite being arranged, despite being loveless in the beginning, they seemed happy.
Your wedding robes descend on your shoulders again and the scent of incense wafts up your nose.
Your mother's final breath echoes in your ears.
You feel your throat close up.
The priest is announcing to the gods of your marriage with Satoru and all you can feel is nausea. He stands next to you and your head is held high, the elders and higher ups watch from the sides and you hope they can't see the way your mouth presses into a thin line.
Satoru is wearing black. He wore black to the funeral too and your mother, white. Your brain does that thing again â making correlations out of thin air.
You are not not a walking corpse. Satoru was not a man grieving. You are both getting married. You are supposed to celebrate. This is not a funeral. This is not an unfortunate event.
The shrine maiden before you offers Satoru a sakazuki dish filled with sake.
This ritual feels mocking. Satoru doesn't even enjoy drinking. His taste buds were akin to a child's. He prefers sweets, sometimes you marvel at how he hasn't gotten a cavity. So you wonder how his face is like when he takes his sips â despite the eyes on you, you turn to see.
He does not grimace. Not even a twitch in his brows. He takes one sip, the second, then finishes the sake.
His mother had told you that the first sip is to show appreciation to the heavens above and for their ancestors. The shrine maidens hands you a cup and you carefully hold it in your hands.
Fuck your ancestors. What have they ever given you?
Still, you bring the rim of the dish to your lips and take two sips, tipping the cup for the final one.
The second set of cups are supposed to symbolize you. The couple. It's a vow for you to care for each other for as long as you live.
Satoru's lips press over the edge, he drinks and drinks and drinks. He does not grimace, he does not falter. He closes his eyes, breathing out slowly as he hands the maiden his cup.
You watch. Entranced. Hoping to see a frown, a sign that he does not want this.
You take your cup and drink.
The third is meant for fertility. Both you and Satoru drink, ignoring the curl of the elders lips or the disdain in the others.
Fuck them, the both of you thought together.
You're offered a wooden comb and carefully wrap it in cloth before holding it between your palms, holding your pressed thumbs to your chest as you pray.
It is Satoru's turn to watch. He can see your lashes across your cheeks, the colour painted on your lips glimmering like the rain droplets on those golden leaves.
You were breathtaking.
When you stepped out of the car, he knew the old fucks were expecting a good laugh. Seeing you dressed in bridal garbs, with a veil, makeup and effeminate â they did not laugh. They drank you in, eyes widening at your beauty. It fueled Satoru with pride.
You're turning, Satoru blinks for a moment but turns to face you as well. You hold it between your palms and he cups his hands over yours. His large hands covering yours as he accepts the comb in front of the attendees.
This is a symbol of his determination, of his willingness, to make this marriage work.
He connects his gaze with yours and your lips finally part to allow you to breathe. He nods and your finger twitches for a moment but you give him the comb.
He then turns to offer it to the gods.
The sun is beginning to shine, clouds blowing away as you continue the next part; the reading of the vows to the gods.
He unravels the scroll, offering you the other end and you press your shoulders together as you both held it.
He reads;
"On this great day, before the Great Gods, we are wed. We are eternally grateful for this blessed ceremony. From today, we vow to love each other, to trust one another, to be there for each other for the good times and the bad; we promise that this will stay unchanged throughout our lifetime."
He reads out today's date. He reads out his title as your husband, then his name, and you swallow your nausea as you read out your title as his husband, then your name. You help him fold the paper back, hoping he didn't see how your hands tremble.
The shrine maidens come to your sides with a sprig of leaves. You both take it, hold the stem to between your fingers and the leaves to your head. Lady Gojo had told you this sprig would carry your thoughts and prayers through the end to the gods.
You hope they do not hear your cynical thoughts, your fears, your anxieties; you hope they can only feel the little bits of hope for happiness you're desperately wishing for.
Finally, finally, comes the exchanging of wedding bands.
Satoru's eyes softened as you slip his on. It's beautiful, intricate up close and simple from afar. The gem in the centre twinkling shyly under his gaze. You can't help but smile as he holds your hand in his, preciously slipping on your ring.
The silver glinting under the sun, as did the gem embedded in it. It was your favourite colour. He remembered.
The shrine maidens disperse, pouring sake into the cups of the guests and the both of you tenderly hold each others hands as you finally face them.
Gojo's parents watch on proudly, your father looked smug, his wife weepy as she blinks up at the heavens.
"Congratulations!"
They cheer, downing the sake, in celebration for your union and to Satoru's ascension as head of his clan.
You've done it, son. You imagine that's what your fathers expression is trying to convey. A well done nod sent your way.
You slip your fingers loose from Satoru.
"I know you're watching," Satoru grumbles as he slips his sunglasses on. The wedding was still ongoing, families dining together, and he excused himself for some fresh air while you changed into a more comfortable kimono.
"I felt it from the goddamn entrance of the shrine."
"He looked gorgeous," Suguru speaks from behind the body of a tree, twisting a gold leaf in between his fingers. "He's always been handsome, did those old fucks think putting him in white would be funny?"
Satoru does not answer. He simply stares at Suguru and yet, his wedding ring burns. He brings his gaze to it, flexing his fingers in an attempt to get rid of the phantom sensation.
"You here to give a wedding gift?" Satoru asks. Suguru turns and smiles. He had put his hair in a half-up-half-down hairdo. It suited him. A lot.
"Your hairs' gotten longer," Satoru's cheek twitch as the ring warms again. Suguru just offers a laugh, reaching into his robe and pulling out an envelope. He offers it to Satoru, who stares down at it.
"You actually gave us a wedding gift?" Satoru scoffs. Not yet reaching for it.
"It'd be rude of me not to."
"...Keep it."
Satoru tells a servant to speak from behind the sliding doors, effectively making them squeak in alarm as she stutters out that you're ready to step back into the fray.
"I'll be there shortly."
"Mah, Satoru â "
"Don't." He snaps out, glaring at Suguru.
"Don't." He says, softly now.
Suguru's eyes widen, his hurt evident as he gazes up at him.
"I'm sure your new church will need the money more than we do."
They say nothing to each other. Satoru turns to head back inside. Suguru's hands fall.
He hopes the Gods do not see this. He hopes the Gods can't hear how fast his heart is beating and how it breaks as he slides the doors close.
Satoru walks in just as you do. This kimono is less heavy, you move with a lightness in your step and no longer in stark white but instead in a gorgeous blue. The fabric dyed a darker colour at the ends to balance out the bright hues â the colour of your skin harmonizing the colours together just like your hair.
You looked at him, brows pinching at the sight of his sunglasses.
"Are you in pain?"
He should ask you that, shouldn't he?
After all you've been through, he should ask if you were hurt.
He shakes his head, smiling as he takes them off.
You're stronger then that. Pitying you, babying you, reopening the wounds you have â there was no need for that. You were his husband now, he will bare your burdens together. As he vowed to do in front of the gods.
He slips his arm through yours.
"Never. Not with you by my side, beloved."
You roll your eyes at him, ignoring how hot your cheeks feel at his lame attempt.
Maybe...maybe this could work, you tell yourself. Today went by so smoothly, it must be a sign.
Maybe you can be happy.
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hi! someone requested me to do a tutorial based on this gifset!
this tutorial requires an intermediate knowledge of gifmaking. i wonât teach you how to do gifs from scratch, there are other tutorials for that out there.
[tutorial under the cut]
THE BASICS
AN INTRODUCTION
first off, the gifset in question is based on this gifset by @/eddiediaaz and i got permission from them to explain the process. i wonât be sharing the template because itâs a near replica of theirs (that isnât shared to the public) and i donât feel comfortable doing so, but you can recreate it by yourself just like i did!
also, ESL, so please pardon any mistakes.
THE FONT
Circular ST (Medium & Black). download it here & here.
CLIPPING MASKS
clipping masks are the way i put images and gifs inside of shapes. i used that method in the first and second gif of the Spotify gifset as you can see here. what does a clipping mask do? basically, it links two or more layers together in a way it follows the âshapeâ of your base layer. ie, everything that is shown follows the âshapeâ of your main layer and nothing more. your base layer can be anything: a shape, an image, a gif, a text, an adjustment layer, really everything. letâs see an example:
CLIPPING MASKS & SHAPES
the original image (Gun 'n' Roses logo) is intact, as in, itâs not cut like a circle, something that cannot be undone. instead, everything outside the limits of the blue circle is just hidden. if i delete the base layer (the circle layer), the original image will appear as it originally is, as an rectangle. talking about layers, letâs see my layers panel (some things are in Portuguese, but i think you can understand):
notice the little arrow pointing downwards to the âcircleâ layer. that is the clipping mask symbol. the base layer always needs to be below what is being clipped. if the base layer is deleted, the chain is broken and every layer clipped will now act independently and have its original shape. you can have as many clipped layers as you want. you can also have multiple chains going on in a .psd, each one with its own base layer. to clip a layer, you just need to press ctrl+alt+G or cmd+option+G while having the layer you want to clip selected (NOT your base layer). or, you can go to LAYER > CREATE CLIPPING MASK.
CLIPPING MASKS & TEXT
letâs see the same example, but with text instead:
A TIP
because adjustment layers are clippable, you can completely gif by using clipping masks. this is very useful when you have more than one gif inside a canvas and donât want an adjustment layer to affect everything besides a certain layer/element.
letâs take my first gif of the Spotify gifset as an example.
the circle is the base layer. the âCarol smilingâ layer is my gif converted to a smart filter. above that âCarol smilingâ layer, there is a black and white gradient map and two color fills of white so i can achieve the coloring you see. all those layers are clipping onto the circle layer, making my now b&w gif have the shape of a small circle as well. those layers are in a folder in the .psd of my first gif, so i donât have multiple files sitting on my PC to assemble just one gif. i could have giffed that small gif separately and pasted it onto my canvas as well, but i like to do this way so i can adjust everything i want in real time instead of redoing a gif over and over every time i want to change something.
HOW TO MAKE EACH GIF
all gifs are 540x540px.
THE FIRST GIF
the first gif has 6 elements. the elements are: a big gif serving as a background (a close-up of Carol), a smaller gif inside a circle (a b&w gif of Carol smiling) as a profile picture and four static images for the featured artists. i giffed as i normally do (loaded screencaps, resized the gif, sharpened the gif, etc) for my background gif. to achieve the coloring, iâve added a gradient map (layer > new adjustment layer > gradient map) purple to pink. to the profile picture, i made a 160x160px circle in the top left corner. the color of it doesnât matter. the next step is a matter of taste: i giffed the smaller gif in the same .psd thanks to clipping masks that i explained earlier, but you can do it in a separate canvas too. for the featured artists, i made four circles with 98x98px each. for the images, i had to check Spotify for their selected PFPs. after that, i googled â[band/artist] spotifyâ to find the images. the PFP of bands and artists in the Spotify app are displayed in black and white, so you might have to make them b&w if you happen to find them only in color. to make the artists PFPs pop a bit more, i transformed them into smart filters and added a bit of sharpening to them (intensity 10 x radius 10). you can adjust the colors and the brightness if you want, too. the sizes of the texts in the gif are: 58px (username), 20px (top artists of the month), 15px (name of the artists), 12px (only visible to you + show all + profile) and 11px (following and follower numbers).
SECOND GIF
for the chart, i created a black rectangle (490x308px) that i set its blending mode to lighten (thus making it transparent) and i added an internal white stroke. i added the text and the little squares next to the top 6 numbers. the font sizes are: 17px (top tracks this month), 11px (only visible to you), 14px (song title, show all, top 6 numbers), 13px (artist/band, album title, length of the song). i added the album covers â that i made b&w â by clipping images onto 32x32px squares. for the coloring, i added a gradient map (dark purple > light purple).
THIRD GIF
there are three types of playlists in this gif: a Spotify original playlist, a playlist made by a user and a Mix. you donât have to follow this formula if you donât want to, but in the case you do, hereâs how i did it: browse Spotify for an original playlist of theirs. chances are, if you google the playlistâs name, you can find its cover on Google Images. at least, i found the âAll Out 80sâ cover that i used in my gifset. you can also create your own. for the user playlist, just pick four songs and find their (album) covers, also on Google. create a square canvas on Photoshop and make four squares, each in one quadrant of the canvas. paste your images onto your canvas and clip the images to each square. then, add a gradient map (black + whatever color you want) to all those images and title your playlist (font size: ). save that collage as a PNG and load to your gif canvas or merge all the layers+transform into a smart filter and drag the smart filter layer onto your gif canvas. now, the trickiest one. while you can invent your own Mix, i wanted to use a real one, but i had no idea on how to find them. thanks to reddit, i discovered that, if you search âmade for youâ on Spotify, you will find their Mixes! some of them are very whacky and specific! i just picked the Mix that made the most sense for Carol from that (gigantic) list. before doing the next step, i would advise you to google the name of the Mix you picked to see if you are able to find the cover of it with good quality. i wasnât able to find mine (Karaoke Mix), so i just screenshotted my Spotify app, pasted that screenshot into Photoshop and cut the Mix cover and pasted that onto my canvas. the quality wasnât great, so i transformed the cover into a smart filter, added a bit of gaussian blur and then sharpened it (intensity 10 x radius 10). the color wasnât what i wanted either, so i used Hue/Saturation to change the hue. because the original image for the Mix was smaller than i wanted and i stretched it to make it bigger, the quality of the text and the Spotify logo was botched. i painted over the Mix cover and created a text with the font i linked earlier to replace its now pixelated title. i also painted over the little Spotify logo, found a logo in the internet and pasted over the Mix cover about the same size of the original logo. to achieve the â3D effectâ of the gif, i made my b&w gif, the base. then, i duplicated all layers and added a gradient map (black > pink) and merged all the layers of that duplicate. i made a second replica of my gif, now with a different gradient map (black > blue). i set both replicas to the ligthen blending mode. you will notice that the replicas will "disappear" and only the original b&w gif will remain. if you move the replicas a bit, that colored border will appear. this doesn't work much in very bright gifs without a lot of dark areas, btw.
FOURTH GIF
this gif used an altered (by me) version of this template. (i changed the fonts to match the rest of the gifset, too.) for the color text effect, you will have to gif with the timeline bar. take your gifâs length and do the math to find how many frames are â
of it. take your lyricsâ layer and cut it into three equal parts or close to it by using the scissors icon in the timeline panel. in each third, change the color of just one line, line by line. when you play your gif, the colors of the lyrics will change like in Karaoke. you can do the same thing with frames iirc, though. i explained the timeline method because thatâs the one i used in this gifset and use in general gif making. for the coloring, i added a gradient map. to make the colors pop a bit more, i add two gradient maps: the first one is in black and white, the other is in color. that adds depth to the blacks and darker colors of the gif.
FIFTH GIF
like in the Top Playlists gif, i wanted for my Daylist to be real as well. to achieve that, i listened to my Carol Danvers companion playlist (that you can listen here) for a long time until my Daylist refreshed itself. (Daylists refresh in certain times of the day â don't worry, Spotify will tell you when.) then, i just copied what it told me â the title and the genres i listened to generate such a Daylist, plus the genres i should check it out. you can invent your own Daylist if you want, but because it is generated by AI, i find very difficult to mimic its crazy titles, but you can try! you can also search in the web for other peopleâs Daylists if you want, but usually people donât tell you what they listened to to get those playlists and nor what was recommended for them to listen to and i, at least, find that information important for the gifset. be aware that Daylists aren't available for every country yet (like in mine), but i found a way to work around that. the browser Opera GX offers a free "VPN" â not exactly a VPN, but it works close enough â so you can set your location to the US and listen to in-browser Spotify. i recommend not log into Tumblr while using Opera's VPN as there is a myth (that could easily be true!) that Tumblr terminates people's accounts that use a VPN. font sizes: 43px (daylist title), 13px (text), 12px ("daylist" & "made for"). for the flare effect, i searched for flare overlays on YouTube and downloaded one of those videos with 4K Video Downloader, a free software. i loaded the overlay into Photoshop and added a gradient map (purple > pink) over it, thus changing its color. i pasted the overlay onto my b&w gif and set its blending mode to screen. voila!
that's it! i hope you liked it and that i was able to express myself well. if you have any questions, feel free to contact me, i love helping people about their gifmaking questions! đ
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