#SECOND OF ALL have. look at me. have u ever tried to draw a curved bookshelf full of books in 3pt perspective before? have u?

[suntails]

collab artwork i did for my beloved friend @llondonfog's fic in the horror zine!!! it was such an honor to work on a collab together and i couldn't have asked for a more fun experience!!! <3 go read her fic and leave comments/kudos, it's a treat!

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[familyvideostevie]

🐚 SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you

i loooove this (and u!) and think the classic augustus everett “when i watch you sleep, i feel overwhelmed that you exist” would be so perfect with loverboy stevie !! 🫶

omg i actually did this exact line for my celebration last year BUT you so inspire me i have thought of something different here <3 so here's steve coming home to find you asleep

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Steve gets home later than he wants to. This is one of the best parts of his day -- when he's home later than you, you give him this look like he's the greatest thing you've ever seen walk through the door. Well, you look at him like that all the time, but still. It makes him feel good.

But he knew he'd be back way past the time you usually go to bed so he told you not to wait up. He unlocks the door as quietly as he can, shutting it softly and toeing off his shoes without calling into the apartment.

The light of the TV splashes across the otherwise dark living room. Are you not asleep already?

"I'm home," he calls quietly, just in case you're engrossed in the show and didn't hear him. He doesn't want to spook you. But no reply comes.

Steve wanders to the couch and is greeted with a sight that makes him smile like an idiot: you, sleeping with your hands tucked under your head. Your nose is scrunched like you're trying to solve a problem but you're breathing steadily. You tried to wait up for him.

"Hey, there," he says softly. He squats and draws the blanket up a little higher, just watching you for a second. He'll wake you in a second, he really will. He's just...looking. At your eyelashes, the indent above your lips. The curve of your cheek and the arch of your brow. You get flustered when he looks at you like this normally, so he's taking his time. Hell, he's getting a little overwhelmed. He's come home to you hundreds of times by now, and it never stops being a damn miracle. You, loving him. It's overwhelming.

He reaches out and strokes your cheek with the back of one knuckle. Up, down, up down. "God, I'm so obsessed with you," he mutters.

You nose wrinkles again, but this time your mouth quirks up with it. "Creepy," you grumble. Steve groans.

"You caught me," he says. "Move over. My knees hurt." You scoot back into the couch with a yawn and he sits against your hips.

"Missed you," you say. Your clumsily shove your hand under his shirt to feel the warm skin of his hip. He laughs -- you're clingy when you're tired. He could tease you for it, remind you that you saw him this morning, but he doesn't. He knows how you feel.

"Missed you, too," he says, leaning down for a kiss. You tilt your head up and he pecks you once, twice, three times.

"'Cause you're obsessed with me," you say against his lips. "S'okay, though. I'm obsessed with you."

Steve trails his lips across your cheek. God, what did he do to deserve this? "Thank Christ," he says.

join the celebration!

[smellydano]

Hiii! Well I was just thinking if you could write something with Nick Flynn and feminine reader (afab reader), maybe reader and him are watching a movie at home but Nick can't put attention on the movie because of reader's short baby pink dress and then just escalates to... You know

(I know it's not a super request but I dream with Nick Flynn having a hyperfeminine girlfriend and contrasting his style and maybe just a little of size!kink if you are okay with that<3)

ooooooooo i love this request ,, i tried to write some size kink in there without a lot of knowledge so hopefully it’s what u expected :3

pink dress || nick flynn

nick flynn x afab!reader

warnings: smut, ass slapping, riding, reader cries a lil (but it’s okay), cringe writing, if there’s anymore pls lmk !!

synopsis: nick comes over for a impromptu movie night, but he can’t keep his hands off you.

word count: 1880

you were quickly tidying and straightening up around your living room before nick knocked on your door. you squeal in excitement, nick wanted to take you out for a date tonight, so you got dressed in his favourite frilly pink dress of yours and some cute white shoes to match. you adjusted your dainty chain necklace before you opened the door, greeted by a smiling nick.

“hi, sweetheart. you look so cute!” he chuckled with a laugh, walking into your apartment. you noticed he wasn’t wearing clothes he’d go out in. more like a shirt and leather jacket, along with his jeans.

“i’m so sorry, babe, but i’m not feeling the greatest. can we maybe stay in? we can order food?” a small frown crawled onto your face, the excitement leaving your body. but, you understood, you wouldn’t want him to go out if he wasn’t having a good time.

you held his hand in yours, leaning into him. “yes, but you owe me! you’re taking me out again one way or another!” you wrapped your arms around his torso, slowly rubbing his leather jacket clad back.

“thanks babe, i’ll take you out when i’m feeling better i promise.” he pulled away and held out his pinky. you giggled and wrapped yours around his and shook on it.

you settled on chinese takeout from a local spot a short walk away from your apartment. you threw on a light jacket and walked over with him to pick it up. when you both got back to your place, you both settled on the couch and turned on some random movie.

the night was dragging along as you started your second movie, empty takeout containers spread across the coffee table. you laid back onto nick’s chest with a leg tangled into his. these are the nights you’re thankful you have a sectional couch.

his eyes have been roaming your body all night. you know why this is nick’s favourite dress of yours. the way it hugs every curve of your body, the way the bottom edges frill out, the way your breasts spill from the top of you bent over ever so slightly.

“you look so pretty tonight, i can’t believe you got all dolled up for me.” he whispered softly, his free hand caressing your waist.

“only for you, nick.” you looked up at him, drawing small circles on his chest with your finger. he let out a groan, looking down to see your cleavage spilling out of the top of your dress. he bit his lip, placing his other hand on your cheek, sliding his thumb across your cheekbone. he slowly wrapped his arm from your torso to your bum, lifting you up closer to him. his actions making your stomach flutter with anticipation. even after almost a year of dating, he still finds ways to give you butterflies. you’re both eye to eye, touching foreheads as his eyes dart down to your lips then back to your eyes.

he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him, straddling your legs around his hips. you arch your back onto him, pressing your tits onto his chest. he let out a groan, “my god, c’mere.” nick smashes his lips against yours, your hands finding their way into his hair. his hands finding their way to your bum. he gripped the pink fabric viciously, kneading your ass underneath. you moaned into the kiss, giving him a chance to slide his tongue into your mouth. you moaned, slightly sucking on his tongue as his pulls away. “fuck, this dress is really doing something for me.” he breathed out between kisses, slowly slipping his hand under the dress.

“you like when i wear this one?” you tease him, already knowing the answer. you look up at him with doe eyes, slowly palming him through his jeans. nick let his head fall back with a dark chuckle, “yeah, i do. but i think it’s better off...” he trailed off, his lustful eyes connecting with yours. he licked his lip as he slowly started to lift the dress to your waist, until he stops.

“take it off for me.” he ordered, nodding his head up, gesturing for you to stand up. you oblige as you slowly crawl up off nick’s body. you stood in front of him as you started pulling down one strap, ever so slowly. he watched you as you teased him, dropping the second strap, making eye contact with him the entire time. he bit his bottom lip, starting to palm himself through his jeans, needing some form of friction.

you turned around, back facing him. you slowly wiggle the dress down your torso, earning a groan from nick. the dress slides down your body with ease, bending over, showing him your bum. stepping out of the dress, you lift yourself back up with a snap, discarding the pink fabric to the side. he lifted his hips to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers in a quick motion, letting them pool at his ankles. you turn around to face him once again. he pulls your arm towards him, making you fall into his lap once again.

“no bra or underwear? god, you’re a slut.” he chuckled, teasing you. your face turned beet red, biting your lip as you pulled the hem of his shirt towards you, signalling you want it off. quickly, he tossed his shirt somewhere off to the side, gripping your waist and pulling you closer towards him. you slowly start to rub your already wet cunt on his thigh, letting out a small whimper from friction. he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for another kiss, which turned into a messy make out.

you continue to grind yourself on him, hands reaching for his cock. you slowly start to pump him, momentarily pulling away to spit on your hand. you kept up the pace, his tongue prodding at your lips. you opened your mouth and his tongue dives in.

his tongue makes a bee line to yours, tangling them together as if his life depended on it. you let out a muffled whimper, pulling away to adjust yourself on his thigh. with his feet placed firmly on the floor, he pulled your leg to his side, now straddling him. he had you right where he wanted you.

his fingers trailed down your body towards your cunt, pressing on your clit. he could feel how absolutely soaked you were. he let out a dark chuckle, a smirk crawling onto his face. his cock was dangerously close to your cunt, you pushed your hips down,moving your hips to rub yourself onto him. another groan falls from his beautiful lips as he says,

“fuck, i wanna fuck you right here on this couch.”

“p-please, i need you nick, so bad.”

without any hesitation, he guided himself into your sweet centre. you felt the pressure build in your stomach, whining at the sudden stretch.

nick’s dick was big, to put it simply. in a good and “bad” way. good, it was long and hit all the right places inside you. “bad”, he’s pretty thick. his cock stretches your tight cunt in a painful but pleasurable way. you couldn’t get enough of it.

he continued to push himself inside, watching your face as it turns from wincing to relaxed. he slouched into the couch a bit, spreading his legs further apart as you started to bounce yourself on him. your breathy moans filled the air, wrapping your arms around his neck. you slammed your lips onto his, slowly trailing them down to his neck. you were leaving small love bites down to his collarbone as he stopped you.

“don’t move, let me handle you.”

you slowly bring your hips to a stop as he wrapped his arms around them, gripped your ass. he started to buck his hips into you, holding you still up against his chest. profanities and moans fall from your lips as he watches your face. his hips were moving at such a fast pace, his cock quickly sliding in and out of your tight hole, he couldn’t help but start slapping your ass as it bounced.

“fuck, babe. your perfect little pussy, it’s so tight. my cock barely fits.” he mumbled against your chest between grunts. you nodded, you loved when he filled you up right. stretching you like no one else would. “p-please, nick, ahh!” you squeal as he hits that soft spot inside you, your stomach burning in arousal.

he held your hips aggressively, bouncing you up and down to meet his hips. your pussy slamming onto his cock. this new angle making you feel every inch of his cock much more. your head falls onto his shoulder, laying there while crying out in pleasure. your soft whines were music to his ears. he loved how he knew the spots that made you weak, the way your body reacts to his cock. the way your cunt tightens around him, squeezing him with an incredible feeling force.

you felt the tightness of your stomach start to only get tighter, the pressure only getting harder.

you hold onto him for dear life, him fucking into you as hard as he could. your words turning into mindless jabber, making him smirk. he also loved the way he made you so cockdrunk, you turn into putty in his hands, whining and mewling as tears fall down your face.

his hands met your ass once more, gripping your cheeks forcefully as he pushed your cunt up and down his cock.

“nick, i’m close!” you whine, tears starting to fall down your cheeks from all the pleasure. he nods, his eyes screwed shut as to not spill himself before you. he grabbed your jaw, pulling it down so you’re facing him, your cheeks squished.

“you wanna cum on my cock?” he asked, his hips starting to stutter. you let out a loud whine, nodding your head quickly.

“beg for it.” he said sternly through his grunts.

“pl-please! please, nick i want to cum on your cock! please let me cum!” you cried out, more tears flowing down your cheeks. he takes his thumbs and wipes them away, a guttural moan coming from him.

pleased with your response, he moans. “okay baby, go ahead, cum on my cock.” his grunts continue as he shoots his cum inside you. the feeling of his orgasm triggering yours. you throw your head into the crook of his neck, small cries escaping your mouth. your breathing got heavy, you squeezed his body tight as your orgasm took oliver your body, shaking from your high. you were a panting, moaning mess. just what nick loves.

your face stayed buried in his neck, him still inside you as you both caught your breath and rode out each other’s highs. you laid on him for some time, listening to the movie still playing in the background. he pulled himself out, causing you to wince, and shifted himself into a more comfortable position.

you threw your leg over with your other one, getting off his lap and laying back onto the couch. with heavy breaths, you spoke, “i’m so happy we didn’t go out.”

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gAHH i hope this was what u were hoping for anon!! thank u sm for requesting :3 i had fun writing this even tho i can’t write for shit LOL

requests are always open!! likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

ty for reading :3 🖤🍄🧚🏻

[v-hope]

Heartcuffed

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, established (kinda secret) relationship au

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: The moment Jeongguk and you saw the pink heart-shaped handcuffs that would be a part of his outfit for the photoshoot that day, you both knew what was coming your way.

Warnings: Fingering, unprotected sex, handcuffs (obviously), dressing room sex, quickie, creampie, Jeongguk is a whole tease in this one. Also they almost get caught?

A/N: You guys know smut is not my thing, but, I mean. Pink heart-shaped handcuffs. Do I need to say more? This doesn’t have much of a plot (I think), but I hope you guys enjoy! Also, I apologize for any mistakes that there might be, as I’m running short on time and couldn’t edit is as thoroughly as I usually do.

Little were the times you were able to go on set to support your boyfriend. The fact that not every member of the staff knew the two of you were dating, along with no one outside of the industry knowing about your relationship either, only made things complicated for the two of you. However, with a comeback on his end and finals on yours being just around the corner, it was either that or having to wait three more weeks until you could see each other again.

You had managed not to draw attention most of the day — acting like a good friend with all seven members of the group, which you were, and eventually sneaking out with Jeongguk whenever he was done shooting his parts, so the two of you could have some much needed alone time in any empty room he could find in the building.

It was only when they had changed for their last photoshoot, Jeongguk dressed in a black coverall with a matching belt that made his waist look tinier than ever, as well as leaving half of his sleeve uncovered, that you found yourself breathing heavily.

Especially when a member of the staff went up to him and hooked something pink to his belt, having to tilt your head to the side so you could take a better look at it.

Handcuffs.

More specifically, a pair of cute, pink heart-shaped handcuffs.

As if on cue, Jeongguk’s eyes went to you, a smile curving up his lips as he teasingly raised his pierced brow when your gazes met. That was all you needed to know you were thinking of the same thing.

The rest of the photoshoot? Absolute torture for you.

“So,” he came closer to you after finishing his solo shoot, having Namjoon leave your side and going to have his. “What do you think?”

“Hot” was your simple answer, earning an amused bunny smile from him.

“Hot? That’s it?” he pushed it. “What about the heartcuffs?”

A laugh made its way out of your mouth at that. “Heartcuffs?”

“Jin hyung called them that” he laughed too. “They’re kinda cute, though…” his eyes scanned the one that wasn’t attached to his belt as he held it up. “Kinda resemble our hearts”.

“I’m pretty sure our actual hearts look a little bit different than these” you teased him over his cheesy words.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “I meant that they’re attached, you smartass”.

“So our hearts are cuffed to one another” you gave him a dramatic, understanding nod. “Does that mean there’s no way out for me?”

He chuckled, taking a dangerous step towards you. “Absolutely no way out, sweets”.

“Yah…” you stopped him before he could lean in for a kiss. “Anyone could see us”.

“Half the people here know we’re dating” he whispered without a care.

“And the other half don’t” you pointed out.

Jeongguk huffed, causing you to bite your lip as you thought about it for a moment. After all, and as frustrating as it was, the less people who knew about your relationship, the better.

“How about…” you mumbled, hooking a finger to the handcuff he was holding to pull him just a little closer. “You take these home so we can make up for the lost time later?”

Liking that idea, he found himself smiling, only to later have his cheeks turn a bright pink after having looked around at the people on set.

“They will know what I want them for if I ask to take them home”.

“Bummer,” you lamented.

Jeongguk bit his bottom lip, once again looking both sides around the hectic atmosphere surrounding you as everyone worked on getting the other members ready, before his eyes focused back on yours and his head tilted to the door.

“Let’s go”.

He didn’t hold your hand until the two of you were alone in the hallway, intertwining his fingers with yours and rushing over to the same dressing room the two of you had lovingly been making out inside during his last break almost an hour ago.

This time, however, all sweetness had been left aside.

Mouth hungrily sucking on your bottom lip as soon as your back pressed against the door, he wasted no time on locking it, effortlessly lifting you up and having you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the closest drawer.

Placing you down on it yet not letting go of your butt as he gave it a hard squeeze and pulled you closer, a soft moan escaped your mouth when his wet lips trailed all their way down from your neck to your collarbone.

“We don’t have much time” you reminded him in what came out in more of a huff, knowing well enough he was trying to take his sweet time with you — something you truly did not have that day, not when he was working.

Jeongguk huffed, planting one last kiss on your chest before his mouth went back to yours. “I won’t see you in like three more weeks”.

“And you won’t get to fuck me either if someone comes here and interrupts us”.

That had seemed to convince him.

Taking the handcuffs off his belt, internally thanking the fact that they weren’t real ones and hence he didn’t need a key, he motioned for you to stick your hands out. You didn’t hesitate to do as told, watching him accommodate their particular shape to your wrists so they wouldn’t hurt you, and then, before you could either notice nor protest, lifting one of them up so he could also close it around one of the hooks from the rack you had not noticed was stuck to the wall right above your head.

Unable to move your hands, you caught him smirking at the sight of you.

“You know,” he mumbled, lips brushing against yours while his hand gently stroked your thigh. “I could get used to this”.

Your teeth biting on your lip were replaced by his own as his mouth once again crashed on yours, grinding your hips against the desk when his hand went down to your center, stroking you over the thin fabric of the black pants you had decided to wear that day.

“So needy, aren’t you?” Jeongguk chuckled, thumb rubbing small circles over your core. “Have nearly touched you and I can already feel how wet you are”.

A light moan escaped your lips, pretending to entangle your fingers in his long, purple locks to pull him in for a kiss and shut him up, yet finding yourself being unable to by the cuffs around your wrists.

It was then when it hit you, you were completely under his mercy right then.

Another chuckle escaped his mouth, digging his hands under your t-shirt and pulling you closer to the edge by your waist — keeping you in place as he slowly rocked his hardened member against your center.

“Jeongguk…” you pleaded in a moan.

“Yes, baby?” he sweetly replied, pressing a small kiss to the uncovered skin on your chest.

“Don’t tease me”.

He laughed under his breath. Fuck, there was nothing he wanted more than to take his sweet, oh sweet time with you.

Your words, although had succeeded to bring your point across, had not been enough to convince him. If anything, he only wanted to tease you more — your head going to the side as you tried to muffle a moan against your arm when he slipped a hand inside your underwear and one of his fingers made it inside you, was all the confirmation he needed to keep on driving you to the edge.

“Fuck, Jeongguk” you breathed out when he added another digit, involuntarily moving your hips away from him at the sudden wave of pleasure.

With his free hand grabbing tightly onto your hip, Jeongguk kept you in place, burying his fingers deeper inside you in pistoning and curling motions, having to muffle another loud moan of yours with his mouth as he had seemed to find that one soft spot of yours in no time.

“J-Jeongguk, please” you begged, melting under his intense eyes. “Please, I need you”.

If the two of you had been back home, he could easily have taken hours with you. However, after looking at the clock by the door and hearing a few staff members talking through the halls, he knew, just like you had told him before, that you were running short on time.

Not letting another second go by, he took your pants off. Rushedly unbuttoning his coverall, he couldn’t help but tease you once more after catching up on the way you had fought against the handcuffs to reach out to the white t-shirt that remained under his first layer — the one covering his toned chest you had always loved kissing, and the one he had decided to keep on just to drive you mad.

“You’re such an ass” you recriminated him.

Jeongguk laughed, pushing his underwear down enough for his hardened member to stick out. Pumping himself a couple of times under your intent eyes, his mouth came close to yours.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to be in handcuffs, sweets?”

Feeling your heavy breathing mix with his, he sucked on your bottom lip, grabbing your hip with one of his hands to keep you steady while his other one made your panties to the side as he lined himself up to your entrance.

“Quit the teasing” you warned him this time, not being able to take it anymore.

With a low laugh and one last kiss, he entered you without a warning. Not being able to hold the throaty moan that had just escaped your mouth, you closed your eyes as you let your boyfriend fill every single inch inside of you over and over again with each thrust of his hips.

Burying his face on the crook of your neck, you felt his hot breath hit against your skin as he tried to muffle his own moans.

“Fuck, you always feel so good” he panted.

Still holding you tightly with one hand as he fucked you hard, one of his hands pulled your top up over your chest, keeping it there and pulling one side of your bra down so he could attach his lips to your breast and tease your nipple with his quite needy tongue.

Closing your eyes as you let yourself get lost in the extra pleasure his wet mouth was giving you, you jumped up after hearing a noise coming from the door. Eyes immediately going to it, you watched the doorknob moving forcefully yet not being able to turn, thanks to Jeongguk, who had been careful enough to lock it minutes ago.

“Hello?” you heard a woman ask from the other side of the door.

That hadn’t seemed to bother him, not for more than a second, at least. And even when she kept trying to turn the doorknob and a part of you wanted to tell him to stop just in case someone managed to make their way in, you couldn’t find it in you to actually tell him to. Not when his cock inside you felt so good, not when you could feel yourself getting closer by the second.

“Shh,” he hushed you when a moan slipped from your lips, thrusts becoming slower yet deeper for them not to hear. “They can’t get in, but they can still hear us”.

Although wanting to protest, you found yourself being unable to form any kind of coherent sentence when one particular thrust of his had been about to send you over the edge.

“Jeong—” your loud moan was cut off by his hand on your mouth.

Another moan was muffled by his hand when he pulled his cock almost completely out of you, only to slam it inside the next second. Pressing his forehead against yours and letting you feel his hot, heavy breathing on your face, he removed his hand from your mouth once you were quiet again, only to stick two fingers inside of it just in case.

You could tell he was enjoying this new little game of keeping it quiet — you, on the other hand, were truly struggling.

Once the doorknob had stopped moving and no one seemed to be by the door anymore, he was quick to replace his fingers with his mouth, tongue massaging yours and moaning against your lips when you rolled your hips on his.

“Jeongguk, I’m c-coming” you breathed out as soon as you were able to.

“Hold on a little longer, baby” he rasped out.

Taking advantage of the hook holding your cuffed hands up, he lifted you up from the desk, making you wrap your legs tighter around his waist as he held you up — this new angle allowing him to reach deeper inside you.

“Guk, I—I can’t—”

With your walls pulsating around his cock, you couldn’t hold on any longer, having no choice but to let yourself come undone as he kept thrusting hard into you — nails digging onto your skin when he felt his orgasm approach as well.

“Y/N, f-fuck…” he rasped.

Placing his hand under the curve of one of your breasts as he kept pulling you up and down into his cock, he forgot about the people outside for a few seconds — low grunts escaping his throat one after another until he reached his high.

Feeling his release spreading inside your walls, a light moan escaped your lips as well, being unable to move still while he buried his face in the crook of your neck as the two of you came down from your high and tried to catch your breath.

Breathing heavily against your hot skin, he pressed his swollen lips to it, later peppering a trail of kisses down to your chest, fixing your messy bra and then pulling your t-shirt down.

“Do you think they heard us?” you wondered, quietly watching him dress you up again and then button his coverall just enough to cover his underwear.

“I hope not” his answer didn’t sound very convincing.

Pouting in defeat, you let him press his red mouth to yours. Sweetly, as if nothing else had happened only one minute ago.

“Will you uncuff me now so I can touch you?”

A mischievous smile parted on his lips, lifting you up just enough for you to unhook your arms from the rack, yet not unlocking the handcuffs around your wrists. Instead, he placed your arms over his shoulders, around his neck.

“Let’s stay like this for a little longer” he pecked your lips.

“They must be already looking for the key to get inside” you reminded him.

“So let them” he shrugged, one of his hands going up to the heart-shaped handcuff around one of your wrists, staring at it for a couple of seconds. “I wanna keep them”.

“Please, let’s keep them,” you agreed in a heartbeat. “I need to take my revenge on you and all your teasing”.

“Revenge?” he played it innocent. “I was actually thinking, when we go public we can walk out with them on so that everyone knows we’re heartcuffed for life”.

Throwing your head back, you let a loud laugh out, later resting your forehead on his and entangling your fingers in his purple hair like you had so badly been aching for earlier that day.

“Jeongguk-ie?”

“Yes?”

Not being able to erase your smile, you shook your head. “No”.

Oh well, there would always be other creative ways to let the world know your hearts belonged to each other anyway.

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

A Lick of Paint

Summary: Spencer has no idea his best friend is harboring a secret talent

A/N: This was is one-shot request from a little while ago! I hope you guys enjoy it 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Artist!Reader)

Category: Fluff & Smut

Warnings/Includes: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, riding, paint is involved (but it doesn’t go anywhere it shouldn’t), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3.6k

Request: “Would u do one where it’s a fem!reader x spencer (smut or fluff what ever feels right) where they’re best friends and the reader is very private and one day spencer comes over to her apartment and sees that she’s a really talented painter/drawer/artist ? Thank u!!”

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He didn’t have a crush on her. No way. She was just his best friend, nothing more. Just his best friend who he thought about all the time, his best friend who he knew everything about, who he couldn't wait until tomorrow to see.

They got in from their latest case at half past midnight, he was a night owl, and he knew she was too, so why would she mind him showing up uninvited? He hadn’t seen her in 15 days and he probably could wait one more, but he really didn't want to.

Showing up at her door after 1am with a bottle of wine and some snacks he took a minute to run his fingers through his hair and straighten out his shirt before he knocked on the door. He could hear a rustling from the other side, and he could see the light shifting about beneath the door frame. So she was home, and she was awake, and he was trying to suppress his eager little smile.

“You can’t keep calling over this late Mrs. Warner! I don’t have any of your mail—Spencer!” she says it in a little yelp as she pulls the door completely open. And she's standing in front of him in nothing but an oversized button up shirt, her hair’s all messy around her head and there’s a little pencil tucked behind her ear.

He’s not really sure what’s going on but he’s sure that he likes it.

“Just me” he pulls his lips into a small smile and gives a tiny little wave with his free hand, shaking the bottle of wine in his other. “I hope I’m not intruding, we just got in earlier than I thought we would and I figured you’d still be up”

As he’s explaining she’s shutting the door slightly again, hiding her body behind it just a little. And even if he wasn’t a profiler he’d know she was uncomfortable, so he starts to shake his head.

“You know what, don’t worry about it! I can come back another time— or I can— I can give you some space if you need it? This was a stupid idea anyway, I should go— I’m gonna go!” he knows he sounds stupid, he’s a rambling mess but before he can properly retreat she’s swinging the door open fully again, reaching out for him and just grabbing him by the strap of his satchel.

“No Spencer wait! I’m happy to see you, I really am” she pulls him to the doorway, letting him step inside. “It’s just— messy? And you haven’t seen my apartment like this before” she’s rushing it out once he gets inside, placing her hands on his shoulders to try and spin him around before he can catch a glimpse of the state of her living room.

“Just gimme a second to tidy—”

“Do you— are you an artist?” he’s not even listening to her anymore, he’s completely fixed on the pages and sketchbooks all scattered around her living room. The sofa is pulled back to create space for the huge canvas that’s spread out all over the floor. Paints and brushes all lined up next to it.

“No!” she shakes her head, “Well not really, I just, I draw sometimes, and paint I guess? But it’s just for me” she’s still got her hands on his shoulders, trying to turn him around in spite of the fact that he’s already seen everything she was trying to hide. Or had managed to keep hidden until now.

“You never told me?” he just looks confused now more than anything, but his eyes are still blown wide as he starts to walk towards the area of the room covered in her materials.

“It’s really nothing Spencer, I didn’t want to tell you, because then you’d want to see, and then I wouldn’t want to show you, or I would show you, and then you’d hate it, and you’d just tell me you liked it to be nice, and I can tell when you’re lying Spencer, and I couldn’t handle that. So yeah, I didn’t tell you. But I haven't told anyone.” she’s not looking at him when she speaks anymore, her hands are just wrapped tight around her body protectively. This felt like she was so entirely exposed.

She had only kept two secrets from him all these years. Her art. And her unending infatuation for him. How could she not let him in when he showed up at her front door so excited, and looking so cute in his little sweater with his messy curls.

“Hey” he reaches out, placing a gentle hand on her forearm, coaxing her to unwrap them. So they fall to her sides and she feels even more exposed now. “If you want me to go, I’ll go. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. If you want me to stand out in the hall while you hide all of this stuff, and then we pretend none of this happened, I’ll get comfy out there right now. But I just need you to know that I love you very much, and I’d support anything you ever choose to do. And I know what I want shouldn't factor in, but for what it’s worth, I would like to see some of your work— It doesn't have to be now! But just, if you ever wanted to show me anything, I’d love to see it.”

She can feel how earnest the words are, and she knew he loved her, but it was always so nice to hear it out loud, coming from those gorgeous pink lips. She wants to speak but the words feel like they’re almost caught in her throat when she looks up at him, she has to force them out.

“I’ll show you” she breathes, “I want to show you”

His eyebrows shoot up as she speaks, “I didn't mean— you don’t have to!” he rushes out as she goes to fetch one of her sketchbooks from the ground, handing it to him.

“I want to, honestly. If someones going to see this stuff, I want it to be you” once the sketchbook’s in his grip and out of her hands completely she walks away from him, going to sit on the ground next to the canvas. Right where she’d been sitting when he knocked on the door earlier.

Neither of them say a word while he goes through it page by page. It doesn't occur to her that she’s not sure which one she handed him until she can hear footsteps approaching her from behind.

When he sits down beside her he’s got the sketchbook open to a double spread and she recognizes it instantly.

“Are these drawings of me?” he asks, and it’s almost a whisper, like he doesn’t want to scare her. But she nods.

“Um, yeah. There’s actually a bunch of you in these sketchbooks. Your bone structure is just— I don't know— it’s nice to look at” his lips curve up in a small smile at that.

“You think I’m nice to look at?” he teases and she rolls her eyes,

“From an artistic perspective, you're interesting” she tries to walk it back.

“So now I’m just interesting?” he asks, a little smug now that he can tell she’s nervous.

“That’s not what I said!” he starts to chuckle then, closing the notebook and placing it down on the ground behind him.

“Relax, I’m messing with you, and for what it’s worth I think you’re nice to look at too. From any perspective” those few words make her forget where she is completely, they make her feel an entirely different kind of worry than the one she’d been experiencing earlier.

“And I love your work. You said you could tell when I was lying, am I lying?” he’s looking straight into her eyes as he speaks, and she can feel the way her heart is palpitating.

“No, you’re, uh, you're telling the truth” she shakes her head, but his eyes stay focused on her.

“What’s going on this canvas then?” he asks with a smile, and she breaks the eye contact so she can grab another one of her notebooks to show him some of the thumbnails she’d drawn for it.

“This is the idea, I think I need to practice it on something smaller though, just to get a feel for it” she explains as she points to the different shapes on the page, but then Spencer gets an idea.

“Use me” he says, and she just looks at him perplexed, “You said I was interesting, use me as your canvas?” he pulls off his cardigan as he speaks, rolling up his shirt sleeves to expose his bare arms.

“Spencer, I meant like, a smaller sheet or something, not your arm!” she’s laughing it off, mostly because being in close contact like that with him would probably break her.

“Well use my back then” he says it like it’s obvious, taking off his tie, then unbuttoning his shirt from the top, getting to the third button before she reaches out to stop him.

“You don’t have to do that” she says it with a laugh, like her heart’s not beating out of her chest from the little glimpse of bare skin she can see through the open part of his shirt.

He looks straight into her eyes as he speaks, “I want to.” the words settle in the air between them and they come to a silent agreement. Her hands falling from his so that he can undo the rest of his buttons, shrugging out of his shirt so that she can see his bare torso.

He sits like that for a second, awaiting instructions.

“Um, you should lie down on your front” she says, gesturing to the canvas laid out on the ground, “Wait!” she calls out as he moves to lie down, “You should probably take off your trousers? I don’t wanna get paint on them or anything”

It’s the truth really, but it still feels silly to say out loud. Luckily he just laughs a little and takes them off, but the little clinking sound his belt makes does something to her breathing.

By the time he’s laying face down on the canvas, his head resting on his folded arms, she’s got her materials all lined up next to her. She kneels down beside him, but as she's about to start it occurs to her that this is the complete wrong angle to start the piece. And she knows where she needs to sit, but she’s got no idea how to ask.

“Spencer— I can’t really— this angle is a bit, um…” she stutters

“Maybe you should sit on me?” he asks, uncharacteristically calm, maybe it was the way her voice kept going up an octave, or how fast her heart had been beating almost this entire time, but something made him realize that he wasn’t the nervous one here for maybe the first time since he’d known her.

“You would— You don't mind?” she asks before even moving, and he smiles to himself.

“How could I?”

With that she climbs in top of him, resting a leg either side of his hips. She’s painfully aware that the only thing separating them now is the thin layer of each of their underwear. But she pushes the thought aside as she gets to work.

Spencer’s quiet and well behaved for most of it, only remarking every now and again when the paint was cold against his skin, or when he had to move just a little. All in all she’s finished within an hour.

“Are you finished?” he asks, his eyes closed, relaxing beneath her as she worked. There was something almost therapeutic about the feeling of the brushstrokes against his skin. But he hadn’t felt one for 3 whole minutes now.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just admiring it” she says, “I’ll take a picture for you” she reaches for her phone, snapping a quick photo. Then she sits up off of him and he misses the weight of her on top of him instantly.

When he sits up she sits down opposite him, handing over the phone so that he can take a look at the painting that adorned his back. He almost couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. The delicate lines, the striking colors, the perfect hands that had painted it.

“This is— I don’t even have the words” he says it in a hushed whisper, “I love it so much” she knows he’s telling the truth again, his eyes don't even look up from the screen to see her reaction, they’re still completely transfixed on the photo. When he does look up he’s smiling.

“Am I telling the truth?” he asks and she nods, but something about her nervous little expression, coupled with her sky-rocketing heart rate gives him the confidence he’s needed for years.

“What if I told that I’ve liked you for a very long time? Would I be telling the truth about that?” his smile is gone, instead it’s replaced with half-lidded eyes and softly parted lips.

For a second she’s not even sure if this is really happening, her eyes trail along his bare torso, taking in the tiny bits of paint that made it down his sides. When her eyes come back up to look in his own, still trained on her she can’t even speak, instead she’s lunging at him, pulling him in by the back of the neck and crashing their lips together.

She parts hers after a moment, allowing Spencer to slip his tongue inside, tangling with her own as his hands fly out to grab her by the waist, pulling her into his lap. When they break apart their chests are heaving, breathing ragged, staring straight into each others eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he gasps before his lips are on hers again, hungry and eager.

Her hands start to roam all over his body, soothing over the planes of his skin, digging her fingernails in every now and again, forcing a little moan out of Spencer each time. When he finally grows too impatient his fingers start to work open the buttons on her oversized shirt.

After a minute he’s managed to get them all open and he can pull the shirt apart. As it slouches off of her shoulders he can see her underwear, it’s mismatched and there’s something endearing about it. The fact that neither of them anticipated this. But that was probably for the best, if he knew this is what he was going to do tonight his nerves would’ve gotten the better of him.

His hands are on her immediately, grabbing her breasts over the light cotton fabric, squeezing them gently as he presses his mouth against her neck, planting soft kisses all along it. She takes the time to shrug out of the shirt completely, and his hands snake behind her to unhook her bra and pull it off. Exposing her breasts completely for just a second before his mouth is on them. Cupping one in each hand and placing rough, sloppy kisses all over the soft skin as she moans above him.

“Spencer” she says it with a little gasp as his lips wrap around one of her nipples, just the sound of his name tumbling from her lips was enough to make him hard.

“I need you” she whimpers, and he's gone, bringing one of his hands down between her legs, ghosting over the crotch of her panties to feel the damp patch that had formed there.

“You’re so wet for me” he breathes against her ear, pushing one of his fingers harshly against the fabric, right against her clit, forcing another moan from deep in her chest.

“Fuck, I’ve been wet since I climbed on top of you” she moans, “I was worried you were gonna be able to feel it” she says with a breathy laugh.

“If I’d have been able to feel this,” he says, rubbing small circles over her panties, “then you wouldn’t have gotten to finish that painting”

Once he takes his fingers away she pushes him down by his shoulders, finally straddling the other side of his hips like she’d been thinking about doing for the past hour, or past several years. But he lets out a small yelp of protest.

“The painting!” he says as his back collides with the canvas but she chuckles.

“Fuck the painting” she leans in planting feverish kisses all along the expanse of his neck, sucking and biting in spots so that they’d hopefully leave little bruises later on.

From there they both give up on trying to preserve any of the art on Spencer’s back. Within a matter of minutes it was smeared all along the canvas beneath them. Along with some of the paint one, or both of them, had managed to knock over.

He’s not sure exactly how it happened but at one point he grips her waist and leaves a blue hand print along her skin from the paint he’d managed to put his palm in. When she catches sight of it she just lets out a small laugh.

“I don’t care” she says, when he’s looking up at her with just the smallest hint of worry, “As long as it doesn't get inside me we’re alright”

Before they get too messy she sits up off of him for a minute, taking off her panties and using them to wipe off the little bit of paint that had somehow ended up next to Spencer’s bottom lip. He lets out a small gasp as she traces the fabric along his skin and mutters a tiny, “Good as new” in her sultry sweet voice.

And then her lips are on his again as one of her hands snakes down in-between them to pull at the waistband of his boxers, she gets them down far enough to pull his cock out so that it was right in front of her. He was already achingly hard but something about the size of if in her nimble fingers made him twitch in her grip, leaking from the head with the anticipation.

“God, the things I want to do to you” she gasps as she pumps him up and down in long last strokes, squeezing every now and again as he squirmed underneath her, “But right now I need you inside me Spencer”

With that she rises up on her knees, hovering over him and lining his cock up right between her legs. She takes a second to tease him, running the head through her folds, so that he could feel and hear just how wet she was for him. Once he looks like he can’t take even one more second of the teasing she lowers her hips slowly, sinking down onto his length bit by bit. Right until her hips were flush with his own and he was buried completely inside of her.

They both had to take a minute to savor the feeling. The way she was so wet and warm around him, so tight that he could feel the way she clenched around him. 

The way he stretched her out so perfectly, filling her up in a way that made her think they might actually be made for each other.

And then she starts to move, pumping her hips up and down, leaning forward slightly so that she can rest her hands on his flushed chest for support. She starts off slow, almost at a teasing pace, taking him in as deep as she could each time.

“You feel even better than I imagined” he mutters, his hands coming up to grab her hips, leaving another set of handprints in their wake. “So perfect”

She leans down a little further so that she can place a small kiss on his lips.

“God, you do to! Didn’t know it could feel this good” she moans without really thinking about it, and then she realizes it’s the truth. Something about the anticipation made all of this feel so much better than it ever had with anyone else.

With his hands guiding her now, gripping her harshly, she starts to move faster. Working up and down with more force, both of them panting and moaning desperately as they grew closer and closer.

He’d dreamt about it, imagined it, thought about it, more times than he’d care to admit. But seeing her now, on top of him with her lips softly parted, little whines falling out of her as she hit her climax, he realized his mind could never do this justice.

“Fuck! Ah— Spencer, I’m gonna—” her hips slow to almost a stop, working up and down still but with staggered movements as she rides out her high. Thankfully Spencer’s only a second behind her and she can feel the way he's spilling inside of her, filling her up completely. Then she collapses flat onto his chest, both of them are covered in a sheen of sweat that almost makes their bare skin stick together.

“You’re covered in paint you know” is the first thing Spencer says, his fingers tracing along her back.

“You’re one to talk” she jokes, dragging her finger through the streak of red paint that had gotten on his neck somehow.

Then he finally turns his head, looking at the spilled and smeared paint that lay around them on the once bare canvas.

“I thought you needed this canvas for that painting?” he asks, but she just looks up at him with a smile.

“I think this turned out better”

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『 champagne bubbles 』

S U M M A R Y ― drunken words expose sober thoughts, and what do these boys have to say when their heart is too soaked in liquor to dull their filter?

post type ➺ headcanons fandom  ➺ haikyuu!! characters  ➺ tsukishima ⧾ kageyama ⧾ atsumu  genre ➺ fluff; slight nsfw (sensual themes) tags ➺ established relationship; alcohol; language; pda; lotsa touchy drunk boys;  word count ➺ 2.2k+ request ➺ [YES/NO] ; anonymous requested “could you maybe write drunk!tsukki being really sweet to his gf? like calling her pretty and being super sweet?”     ↳ request status: *.·:·.✧ O P E N ✧.·:·.*

✕ tsukki doesn’t really like to get drunk, because he’s more of a spectator. he enjoys watching everyone else lose their wits so he can poke fun at them for it, sarcastically asking them a dozen questions just to video their answers to bring it up when they’re sober.  ✕ but, with kuroo betting tsukki that he can drink him under the table, his obstinate personality has no option other than to meet his old friend’s challenge. what he doesn’t know is that kuroo never planned to win, not even from the start.   ✕ when you see tsukki later, you’re confused with his wobbling frame and garbled words. his eyes seem to cross behind his glasses, and when he approaches you, he’s got his arm around your shoulders in a flash. you’ve never seen him be so publicly affectionate, especially not in front of a group full of his old friends who knew him once as an antagonistic rival. ✕ tsukishima compliments your appearance, your voice, your dress. he talks about how lucky he is to have you and you swear you see his reddened eyes begin to blear with tears.  ✕ his hands cannot find a part of you he does not wish to explore further, always seeking but never finding solace. and finally he cups your cheeks and sloppily kisses your mouth, and you are so frozen in your stead that you do not have half a mind to kiss him back. 

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“you’re just so pretty,” his voice drawls, eyes blinking slowly as he uses the arm not slung around your body to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. the slightest of pouts tugs on his lips and you want to push yourself up on your toes to kiss him, but you know how he feels about public affection.

a small laugh makes your chest blossom and tsukishima tugs you closer, your body engulfed by his lanky yet thick arms. his bicep flexes as he runs his index and thumb against either side of your neck, “you are! i know i don’t tell you enough, but you are. you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

“kei,” you murmur as he drops his head to your shoulder, planting a quick kiss to your exposed collarbone. kuroo and akaashi widen their eyes at the sight, and you try to weave your fingers through tsukishima’s hair to get his attention, “kei, are you drunk?”

“yep!” kuroo’s voice is unmistakable, even from where he and akaashi, and now bokuto, are sitting in the kitchen, swiveling in their barstool seats, giggling to themselves. you narrow your eyes and hope that the glare you cut them is enough to not let them sucker him into anything like this again, knowing how much he will hate finding out about this when he’s sober. 

“we can go home,” you murmur in promise against his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek before settling back on your heels. tsukishima kisses the top of your head and wraps you back up again, tucking your head beneath his chin. he sighs, and you feel his chest deflate, “no, i like going out with you. i know i say i hate it, but i like that you want the world to know that you’re mine.”

you tilt your head back, raising a brow, “tsukki, i’m not ashamed of you. never have been.” 

“no, i know,” he almost sounds stone cold sober for a second, and you blink to try and make sure you can reconcile what you’re hearing with what you’re seeing. “i just hope you know that i’m not ashamed of you. you’re kickass, and i can’t believe you let me call you mine.”

“of course,” and you feel your own voice growing heady without the influence of whiskey, “i love you.”

tsukishima, drunk or not, reaches down to frame your face with his hands and as if in slow motion, purses his mouth until you feel the bow of his lips meet your own. you flex your feet so you’re up on your toes, face heated at the sudden display of affection, disregard to who might see. his palms are expansive and warm, floating from your neck to your shoulders, down your arms until he finds the curve of your hips. his thumbs slip beneath the hem of your shirt and he sighs, parting his mouth from yours, “tell sober me to appreciate you more. he’s kind of an asshole.”

“yeah,” you lick your lips and read the hunger in his eyes, matching it with a fire in your own, “i’ll make sure to tell him in the morning.”

✕ kageyama believes that alcohol dulls the senses and takes his mind off of what is truly important - the next match. so, it’s kind of difficult to get him to indulge in a drink from time to time. but hinata always manages to spur him on, citing his days in brazil have made him the better consumer, and kageyama just can’t let that redhead best him at anything. ✕ you wish you had the effort to try and deter him from it, but watching kageyama turn loose and enjoy his time with his friends is so elating in it of itself that you don’t have the heart to try and drag him to a glass of water.  ✕ your face goes red when kageyama puts down his fourth glass of rum and coke and turns his attention to you. eyes sheathed by half-hooded lids, lower lip consumed in the cage of his canine tooth as he sucks the slow drip of whatever drink did not make it to his tongue. ✕ the praise he dotes on you when he slots himself into the couch next to you is not unwelcome, and yet foreign and uncomfortable all the same. tobio is not unknown to shower you in kindness when you are alone, and when he can gather his words and his spirits, but now, in front of his friends and rivals from high school, it all feels a little out of place. ✕ his hand rests curiously high on your thigh, the other arm around your back to hold you close. he kisses your cheek and then your neck, warm breath smelling of the sweet concoction he’s downed one too many of in your absence.

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“tobi,” you whimper when his thumb drifts against the seam of your jeans, manicured nails digging into the plush of your thigh, “a-are you drunk?”

“so what if i am?” his curt response is quick, just like always. you suppose even when drunk, he’s not completely unlike himself. your gaze meets his darkened irises, pupils dilating as he tries to focus on any one feature of your face. his tone softens as he looks at you a little while longer, “god, you’re beautiful.”

your expression must show how taken aback you are, because tobio’s nose scrunches and he looks like he’s eaten something sour, “have i never told you that before?”

“n-no, you have,” you shake your head to bring your wits about you, “it’s just weird to hear it in front of all your friends.”

kageyama shakes his head and straightens his spine, palm falling down to your shoulders to massage at the blade of your back, “well, it’s the truth. in front of my friends or at home. y-you’re pretty.”

you can’t help but laugh at his wavering voice, another wave of drunkenness bringing out a shy side of him that you’re used to seeing from time to time. you lean across the space between your bodies and press a kiss to his cheek, “you’re adorable, tobi. especially when you’re drunk.”

“d-do you need anything?” he asks, the palm on your thigh finding your hand to squeeze your knuckles between his own, “water? another drink?”

you nod, brushing dark hair back from his face to his ear so you can see his sapphire irises in full, “i could use some water, if you’re getting up. but you don’t have to get me anything, babe.”

tobio is standing to his feet as soon as you finish your sentence, eyes wide and hands still clutching at you, despite the distance, “of course!” and he is gone before you have another moment to draw him back in. biting your lip, you watch as he scrambles about the kitchen, but your attention is drawn away by the other girls sitting on the couch opposite of you. 

when kageyama returns, his arms are full, and his mouth is moving as if it were attached to a motor, “i got you two bottles of water and they had a can of that seltzer you like in the fridge so i got that too, and then i know where hinata hides the chocolate so i grabbed you a few pieces and then there’s also an apple in case you get hungry.”

you want to laugh, you desperately want to let your giggles escape, but you tamper them down to take the various items teeming in tobio’s hands. you reach up to cup his cheek, “you really do think of everything, don’t you, kags?”

“for you,” his voice sounds faraway, ethereal, “i’d do anything for you.”

✕ most nights after a long week of training, or a tournament with msby, atsumu spends time with bokuto and hinata and sakusa, and even osamu tags along, and they buy up tumugi, sake, and vodka until they can’t see themselves home. atsumu has the dd or a cab bring him home, and you can always tell by the way his steps stutter over the rug that he’s too far gone to even know you’re home. ✕ atsumu is a clumsy, most of the time loud, drunk. he forgets how lumbering his body is, how much he weighs, and how his head might hit the overhanging light in the living room if he’s not too careful. ✕ as soon as he spots you, curled up on the couch, his whole being softens. he licks his lips and calls your name, eyes shining when you finally make eye contact. he’ll call out for you again, asking for his girl. ✕ atsumu’s hands are insatiable as he fumbles over the top of you from where you lay, tucking his head into your neck and caging you in with his limbs. he likes the reminder of how big he is, how he can encompass your space with minimum effort. he seeks skin on skin contact while he can’t see straight, preferring to close his eyes and just feel you. ✕ he’ll mutter things into your soft skin and slip his hands underneath your shirt, but it’s nothing you haven’t heard already, only accented with giggles and blown raspberries along your body.   

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“don’t you have a game tomorrow?”

“so what?!” he nips at your jaw, “what are you, my mother?!”

“that would make this a very strange position, wouldn’t it?” you snort, scratching your nails up the base of his back to his shoulders, his shirt riding up inch by inch. atsumu groans, dropping his head to your chest, circling his arms around your waist until he’s clinging onto you for dear life. he sighs and you try your hardest not to shiver at the feel of his warm breath over your bare skin.

he grunts, shifting his legs to get more comfortable, “osamu bet he could do three shots faster than me, and you know i’m the better twin, and i had to prove it, so i did it. and... and now’m here.”

another laugh makes its way out of your throat and you squeeze his shoulders, “that competition is going to get you in trouble one day. you can’t win everything.”

“i don’t gotta win everything,” atsumu licks his lips and takes a breath, craning his neck so he can look you in the eyes, “i already got you, don’t i?” you’re blushing but that doesn’t stop him, not when he’s on a drunken roll like this, “i mean, that’s about the best thing i ever coulda won.”

you twirl a finger in his hair to keep your hands busy, rolling your lips together as he rambles. atsumu pushes himself up further on your body so you’re eye-to-eye, the tip of his nose brushing up your cheek as he gets situated, “cause even when i lose a match, i still get to come home to you.”

the threatening heat of tears makes your eyes throb and you close them to get some relief. atsumu kisses both of your eyelids and then your nose, and your face scrunches at the overwhelming smell of vodka on his lips, but you don’t care, not when he’s being so kind and genuine. he cups your face with a palm, heady and calloused, and then kisses your cheek until your skin relaxes. he chuckles, “i mean it, sweetheart.”

“i know you do, ‘sumu,” your voice is thick and you clear your throat just after you speak. you finally peek your eyes open to look at him, and you almost wished you hadn’t. his umber irises melt into dark pupils, a warmth there that you cannot place, cannot describe. his skin is rosy, kissed by alcohol and emotion, and you just want to drown in him.

he noses your cheek and then captures your lips, soft kisses volleyed back and forth between the two of you as your hands roam and find supple skin and dense bone. lines blur between evening and morning, and words slur between the both of you.

and every time, as one breath ends and another begins, atsumu makes sure to show you that his words ring true, and his greatest win was always you.

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Can u make kim chaewon smut wearing that halloween costume? Thank u

Trick Or Treat

IZ*ONE Chaewon x Male Reader

Word Count: 2931 words

Categories: smut, oral, facefucking, daddy kink

note; sorry that this took a long time. 2931 words of kim chaewon coming right at ya’, hope you’ll enjoy.

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"Trick or treat!"

You heard a knock on the door and the voice of Kim Chaewon, your girlfriend's friend. Still putting up some decorations in the living room, you jumped in shock, thinking why Chaewon came 2 hours early for the Halloween party. You walked towards the front door and twisted the doorknob to open the door.

"Damn, you're really early Chae….won.."

You were speechless as you see Chaewon dressed up in a one-piece dress that is short enough to reveal her slim thighs and tight enough to show off her petite body and her perky boobs. The top part of her outfit was see-through, allowing you to see her shoulders. She was wearing a hairband with two horns, portraying her cosplay as a devil. You tried to not drool at the sight and throw away dirty thoughts about her as you stood there as straight as a tree.

"Oppa? Are you okay?" Chaewon asked you while waving her hand in front of your face.

You snapped out of your trance and quickly invited her into your apartment. She walked to the living room and sat on a couch. You slowly walked towards the living room as well, nervous as your brain was sending an impulse to your crotch. You fixed your pants so that it won't show your growing bulge before going back to decorate the wall. Suddenly, Chaewon came towards your side and started helping you out.

"I came early because I wanted to help you decorate!" Chaewon said.

"Ahh, it's fine actually, but I do appreciate your help, thanks!" You said to her and got back to work on the wall decorations. 

You both were getting deep into a conversation about how her group's concert went. You told her that you loved her sub-unit's performance and her new hair color. She blushed and thanked you for your compliment. Throughout the conversation, you noticed that Chaewon’s actions were flirty, such as hitting your shoulders every time you made a little joke and licking her lips whenever she’s in your eyesight. You just ignored it because you were focusing on finishing the decorations before the others arrive.

Suddenly, she dropped some ribbons on the ground. Of course, she bent down to pick them up and surprise surprise! You got a perfect view of her ass in shorts which you're not gonna lie, has fapped to a bunch of times in her fancams. You mentally slapped yourself as you were already thinking about grabbing onto her hips and slamming her ass onto your crotch. She took her time picking the ribbons and you were feeling uneasy because of your now obvious boner. 

"Ahh, sorry about that, I- ohh…" Chaewon stopped talking after she had finally realized what she had done. Your face was hot and red, filled with embarrassment. You were ready to face the consequences but a sudden smirk appeared on Chaewon's face. 

"I..I'm so sorry about t-this...I'll calm it down in the bathro-" You were interrupted by Chaewon suddenly pinning you to the wall. 

"It's okay, I can help you with that...daddy." She whispered into your ear sexily, slowly drawing her hand onto your crotch. You moaned in response, thinking about stopping her but the pleasure was too much for you to have and you don't wanna miss it.

"Ch-Chaewon-ah...Saku-"

"Don't worry, daddy. Sakura unnie likes it when we…"play" with you. In fact, she actually told me about you fapping to my fancams. You like my ass, don't you?" Chaewon shook her ass, teasing you as your pants grew tighter.

You slowly nodded in response. Now filled with lust, you moaned loudly to her touch. Chaewon knelt down to see your bulge sticking out. She slowly licked the tip of your cock through your pants and pleasure instantly jolted through your body. Her hands were on the side of your pants, tugging it to take it off. You helped her and threw your pants somewhere in the living room. 

Now in your underwear, Chaewon groped your sticking bulge, feeling your hard shaft as it produces more precum, staining the piece of cloth covering your cock. Finally, Chaewon pulled your underwear down and your cock sprang free. It slapped Chaewon in the face, acknowledging how big it is. She giggled and stroked your cock a few times, making your tip leaks more precum.

"Does that feel good, daddy?" 

"Yeah...keep doing that Chaewon-ah…."

Chaewon's strokes increased in length, going fully up and down your 8-inch cock. The room was filled with your euphoric moans as you felt Chaewon's kisses on your shaft before putting her lips on your tip. Chaewon moaned at the taste of your sweet precum. After licking off all the precum on your tip, she parted her lips and took you inside her small mouth. 

Chaewon sucked your cock inch by inch, filling her mouth with your warmth. You let out a soft grunt every time the tip of your cock makes contact with her throat. Sakura's mouth was tight, but Chaewon's mouth was rather soft and perfectly shaped your cock. You looked down to see the beautiful woman who was driving you crazy with her mouth. You ran your hand through her black short hair and placed your hand on the back of her head.

"Ahh, good girl…" You said before Chaewon removes your shaft from her mouth after a few more bobs.

"I want daddy to fuck my throat." 

You were a little shocked that Kim Chaewon, the innocent-looking idol was so good at dirty talking. Maybe she learned it from mommy? Fulfilling her lustful request, you formed a little ponytail with her hair and forced your cock into her mouth. Once you're inside, you start to move your hips and thrust inside her tight throat. Her adorable eyes looking at you while you fucked her throat was the cutest thing you ever witnessed throughout the sinful act. You upped your pace and Chaewon moaned on your cock, throbbing it harder than before. Her gag reflexes were non-existent, so you were more than happy enough to fuck her throat deeply. 

"Is this what you want, baby?" You asked her and forced her down your shaft, widening her eyes as saliva starts pouring out from her mouth.

"Mmm-mmhm!" Chaewon murmured, feeling satisfied as her mouth is full of your warm shaft. 

You continued your fast pace after deepthroating her for a few seconds. Her makeup was ruined because of her saliva spilling out as you fuck her mouth without a care. Eventually, you feel your cock twitches, signaling your orgasm is about to arrive. Chaewon felt the sudden twitch of your cock and started to bop her head down your shaft following your rhythm to chase your orgasm.

"Baby, I-I'm gonna-" You struggled to speak as Kim Chaewon fastened her pace until your orgasm finally arrived. You erupted in her mouth with your warm and thick semen, covering the entirety of it. She tried to take it all in but your orgasm was so big that it leaked from the sides of her mouth and dripped to the floor. Your orgasm didn't finish instantly as your tip still oozed out little spurts of cum even after you removed your shaft from Chaewon's mouth. Her face was covered in her own saliva and a little bit of your cum due to your non-stopping orgasm just now. She raised her head to face you and opened her mouth to show your cum that filled her pretty mouth. You smiled as she closed her mouth and swallowed your cum, giggling right after.

"Mmm, daddy tastes sweet." 

"You did well, baby." You said before lifting her up to your arms and straddles her legs to your hips.

"Now daddy wants to fuck his little slut." You brought her to the couch and laid her down on her back. You took off your shirt and gave it to her to wipe off the dirty remarks on her face. Chaewon looked a bit nervous after dropping your shirt onto the floor. 

"Why do you look so nervous, baby?"

"Daddy's cock is so big...I'm afraid that you're gonna break me…" Chaewon looked up to you with puppy eyes, sending a wave of emotions to your brain. How can she be so adorable when you were about to ruin her?

You chuckled, "Don't worry Chaewon-ah, daddy will take good care of you."

Your hands quickly placed itself beside her and pinned her to the couch, showing off your dominance. You slowly glide your hand towards her back to reach the zipper of her dress. Once you found the zipper, you pulled it down harshly and slowly dragged the dress off Chaewon's body with her help. After throwing the dress somewhere in the room, Chaewon was left in a black lace bra with shorts but soon after, she discarded the shorts to reveal her matching panties. No more words were needed as you lowered your face towards hers, connecting both of your lips to fulfill each other's desire.

While making out, your hand sneaked up behind her to unhook her bra. Chaewon moaned as her perky breasts were exposed to you. You fondled her breasts and pinched her pink nipples softly. Chaewon was petite, but her body was a killer, packed with curves, well-endowed breasts, and of course, a nice ass. Pulling yourself away from her lips, your mouth latched onto her left nipple after leaving a few kisses on her neck. You made sure her nipples were drenched by making circles with your tongue around it. You took your time on her left nipple before moving on to the right.

"Mmm, daddy…" Chaewon ran her hand through your body and eventually reached your cock. She strokes it slowly to get it back into full hardness. After a full minute of sucking on her nipples, you pepper her stomach with kisses before taking off her panties. Gliding your hand to her revealed pussy, you feel her getting wet with your touch. You rubbed her vagina with your hard erection up and down, earning more moans from Chaewon. Then, you thrust forward, your cock parts the lips of her pussy and enters her tight walls.

You were only a few inches inside Chaewon and you already feel like you’re gonna be stuck there forever as her walls were suffocating your cock. You pushed more of you into her, grunting loudly until the room echoed. Chaewon’s tears fell down as the euphoric sensation took over her. You kissed her once again to make sure she felt calm in your embrace as you thrust deeper into her. Both of you let out a satisfied sigh when your cock was fully inside her.

“Fuck...daddy is so big...” Chaewon moaned in your ear.

Steadily, you retreated from her walls and left only your tip there. You slam back into her and slowly develop a rhythm of thrusts. Chaewon was drenched, making it easier for you to enter her despite the feeling of her tight pussy. As you increase the pace of your thrusts, her breasts slightly bounced along. You cupped her breasts and used them as handles to fuck Chaewon even harder. Chaewon placed her hand on your back for support, whining in pain and pleasure because of your long thrusts. 

"Ahh…baby, you’re so tight,” you whispered into her ear, followed by a hot breath to increase Chaewon’s pleasure.

Chaewon's moans became more intense as she felt her orgasm was fast approaching. You felt her walls were getting warm, signaling you to fuck her even faster. 

“Daddy! I’m gonna cum!” 

“Yes, cum all over my cock, baby,” As your words were out of your mouth, Chaewon came instantly, her juices drowning your cock and staining the couch underneath. She cried out of pleasure and moaned beautifully into your ears. Throughout her orgasm, you kept thrusting your rod into her wet core, spilling more of her nectar while Chaewon tried to recover her senses. You withdrew your shaft from her freshly fucked pussy and admired the beautiful mess that you made. Still panting heavily, you gave Chaewon no break as you turned her body and lifted her hips up to the air.

Without wasting any more time, you grabbed her tiny waist and inserted your shaft into her tight pussy once again. Chaewon was still sensitive because of her orgasm earlier, so she lets out a loud scream. Her ass beautifully clapped on your crotch as you pound her insides. You gave her ass two loud slaps, each landing on both of her ass cheeks. Chaewon buried her face in the couch to muffle her moans that were getting louder every time you penetrate her. Annoyed that you couldn’t see her gorgeous face, you harshly pulled her hair and smacked her ass once more with your free hand.

“Ahh daddy! You fill me up so well! Spank me harder!" Chaewon moaned.

With no hesitation, you smack her plump ass a few more times, earning shrieks and gasps from the fairy that is Kim Chaewon. Both of your crotches were getting even wetter with Chaewon's juices that were flooding out of her. The only thing that was on your mind at that moment was pleasuring her, the thought of her aegyos was already lost from your mind as you learned that Chaewon was more than a cute radish. The symphony of her moans continues to drive you wild as you feed off Chaewon’s desire.

You couldn’t get enough of Chaewon’s warmth as your thrusts were getting deeper and deeper. Suddenly, Chaewon squirmed and let out a loud and piercing scream. Your shaft has reached her g-spot and increased Chaewon's sensations. You kept thrusting into the same spot while running your hands all over her tight body that was covered in sweat.

"More, daddy! I'm g-gonna cum again!"

Chaewon's words awaken your senses as you drive yourself into her like a madman, filling her tight pussy with all of your cock. Her pussy was clenching your cock to force you to your orgasm. The pressure inside your body was increasing every thrust as you can feel your body tensing up. As the both of you were getting closer to your impending orgasm, you pull Chaewon's body to you so her back would land on your chest. The new position made both of you feel closer than ever as you both kissed deeply, exchanging saliva into each other's mouth.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good around my cock, I'm going to cum inside you, baby," You said after pulling away from the kiss and hugged her body.

"Yes, fuuck! Pound me harder daddy! Fill your pretty slut up with your cum!" Chaewon was filled with desperation for your climax. 

Your cock was twitching hard inside her warm vagina and you did everything you could to hold yourself so the both of you will reach your orgasm at the same time. Eventually, you felt your crotch being covered by Chaewon's juices as her walls clamped your cock painfully. Chaewon's head rests on your shoulders as she reaches her orgasm, her body trembles as her cunt was producing waves of her juices, moaning directly into your ears.

A groan of pleasure came out of your mouth as your orgasm hit, all of the muscles in your body flexed as you erupted inside her, covering her walls with your white and thick cum. Chaewon’s eyes rolled back in satisfaction as she felt your cock being embedded deep in her. You held her body tight in your embrace, sweat dripped off your forehead as you filled her with your warmth. 

"Daddy feels so warm…"

You kept thrusting into her despite your release, aiming to send your load deep inside her cunt. After Chaewon's pussy had milked your cock dry, you pulled yourself away from her inch by inch. Your cum starts to flow out of her pussy slowly and drips down her thighs, showing you how big your load was. Both of you were exhausted as the both of you collapsed on the couch, panting heavily while still hugging each other.

“That..was amazing, Chaewon-ah…” You said before kissing her on the lips.

“Yeah, I loved every single part of it daddy.” 

Suddenly, your eyes land on the clock. 7:44 p.m. Realizing that the party is about to start in 40 minutes, you and Chaewon quickly cleaned up. Thankfully, Chaewon’s dress was not wrinkled and you haven’t worn your costume yet. You fight the urge to have sex again with Chaewon in the shower as time was ticking. Eventually, the traces of sex were gone 15 minutes before all the guests comes in.

During the party, while you were talking to a friend at a corner, Sakura suddenly grabbed your hand and brought you to your room. After she closed the door, she looked at you with a cold expression. You thought for a while as why she was looking that way and eventually, you realize that she had maybe found out about what you had done with Chaewon. Your heart beats faster as Sakura walked slowly towards you. 

“So, did you have fun with Chaewon?” Sakura said and gave a slight smirk.

“I can expla-”

“Don’t worry, oppa. Chaewon’s hot, so I understand why you came inside her.” Sakura said while circling your chest with her fingers.

“I just want one thing from you…” Before you can ask what she wants, Sakura pushes you to the bed and crawls towards you.

“I need you inside of me.”

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Sinful Sunday

AN: Alright everyone, here it is this week, and I just gotta say that they all are VERY sinful this week so go crazy lol. I do have a taglist for this now, so if you want added just let me know! (Also ik this is super early, but it is almost 3 am and I stayed up late writing these, and skipped a THOT and I just wanna wake up to validation)

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Captain Rex x Reader, Commander Wolffe x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader, SUB!Din Djarin x Reader

Rex was finally home on leave after months of being away on missions and leading men into dangerous battles. After being separated for so long it was hard to believe that you were actually cuddled up to him with his chest to your back watching a movie in your living room. The movie that was playing had been some movie that released while Rex had been away and he had specifically requested to watch, saying he thought it looked good. But here you were, neither of you paying attention to the movie, at all. It had started innocently, Rex just running his hand along your hip and thigh as he actually watched the movie. But it was very obvious that the touches didn't stay innocent long no matter how much he tried to fake it. Soon his hand started moving its path more towards your inner thigh, then higher up your inner thigh, high enough that with each pass he brushed softly against your clothed core. It wasn't until Rex was working his hand into your sweats and panties that you grabbed his hand and groaned out, "You wanted to watch this." Rex replied almost immediately, and in a whispered, almost needy, tone right in your ear, "Sorry darling, but I just can't help myself, I havent seen you in so long." And with that he pushed his hand out of your grip and slid his fingers right through you wet lips, brushing over your clit making you whine, and shoving his fingers as deep as possible into you, drawing out a gasp of his name from your lips. Rex only took enough time to groan about how wet and warm you were before he started fingering you like his life depended on it. As always Rex knew where to hit inside of you to bring you the most pleasure, and as he did he kissed and sucked on your neck. As Rex's fingers sped up you couldn't help but to grind down against his palm and when your clit was pressed into his palm you couldn't stop the shout that passed you lips, and you could feel the smirk that spread across Rex's face when you did. You felt yourself get closer and closer to your peak, and as Rex felt you start to tighten on his fingers he made sure that with every grind of your hips your were rubbing your clit on his palm. It took you no time at all to reach down and grab his hand over your clothes as you moaned out his name and came explosively all over his hand. When you finally caught your breath, you looked over your shoulder to look Rex in the eyes, only to find them blown wide in lust and him growling, "I hope you're ready, because I am far from done with you, darling."

Moderb!Captain Rex x Reader

So this THOT bloomed from the idea of Modern AU Captain Rex, who is still a captain in the army so you rarely get to see him because he is active duty.....

The first time the two of you actually had sex you had been surprised when Wolffe had buried his teeth into you shoulder as he came. You hadn't brought it up after, especially considering he hadn't broken any skin and only left teeth marks and a decent bruise that you would run your fingers over in the coming days while he was away on a mission. After that the bites and nips started happening more often, and you couldn't help but enjoy the feeling and the colorful marks he left for you that reminded you of him while he was gone. Neither of you brought it up, but it was obvious that both of you enjoyed it.

Commander Wolffe x Reader

Okay so another clone boi is getting a THOT this week and it is the sexy and grumpy Wolffe and his biting kink that he soooo has and I refuse to believe otherwise......

It wasn't until after a particularly long mission that when he was getting ready to go down on you, you gently pulled his hair to pull him away from you. And while avoiding eye contact you mumbled out asking him to bite and leave marks all over your thighs, and well, Wolffe didn't need to be told twice. Immediately feeling list flow through his veins Wolffe praised whatever deity was out there for giving him the perfect significant other, and went to town. Wolffe liked and gave soft nips to one thigh first before kissing a spot by your inner thigh and following it quickly with his teeth. He repeated that action two more times on that thigh before switching to the other one and starting the whole process over again. By the time wilffe was finished both of your thighs were covered in marks that were already bruising and you were a squirming mess. Wolffe, running out of patience and just wanting to fuck you silly and leave a few more marks an your shoulders, stood quickly and slammed into you with a grunt.

You were honestly kind of suprised that you managed to get Boba to sit on the edge of the bed and agree to him letting you pleasure him for once. But now, as you kneeled between his thighs, with his thick cock standing tall in front of your face you wondered where you should even begin. And what was making it worse was that Boba was watching your every move intently. You gingerly reached out and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, noting that your fingers didn't even wrap around completely because he was so thick, and then you leaned forward and gave the head a small kitten lick that dragged a small grunt from Boba. Feeling a bit more confident you wrapped your lips entirely around the tip and sucked and ran your tongue around it and over his slit, which is what cause Boba to tangle his fingers in your hair and pull slightly, grumbling about no teasing. Smirking, you pull back and spit in your palm before wrapping your hand around his base again and start moving your hand up and down at a nice steady pace. Then you smile up at him before leaning back down and swallowing as much of his cock down your thoat as possible, which wasn't as much as you would have liked. Boba cursed, and you could feel his hips twitch wanting to thrust up bjt he held back. Then you went to work bobbing your head and pumping your hand in time, while curving your tongue along the under side of his cock. You stayed at this pace, occasionally pulling off for air, before plunging him down your throat again. At some point you look up to meet his gaze at the same time you cup his balls and that's when you saw his resolve break. With a curse Boba's hand in you hair tighten more than you thought possible and he apologized quietly before lifting his hips to start fucking your mouth and throat. It didn't take long at all before you felt his cock twitch and balls tight, before he pulled out so his head was the only thing still in your mouth and he spilled everything, completely filling your mouth and some dribbling out with the spit trailing your chin and neck.

Boba Fett x Reader

And because my head is full of THOTS for Boba, here is a tiny THOT that is literally just giving Boba some head....

You weren't sure how you got into this situation entirely, but maker you were so turned on by this turn of events. The original plan had been to only put the strap on and give Din everything he had ever given you and more. But the second you put the strap on this time, you instantly went into a power trip, and from the way you had Din on his knees licking and sucking on the plastic cock you were currently sporting, well you think it would be safe to say that he too was enjoying the turn of events. Gripping onto his hair you tsked at him and made him look you in the eyes, "Oh, pretty boy, if you are gonna suck my cock, you're gonna have to do it right. Open up for me." The second he did you groaned at his obedience and you cooed out good boy, before slowly starting to slide the dildo into his mouth, you gave him a few shallow thrusts,  before slowly and steadily pushing the entire thing down his throat, which him only gagging once. You groaned and gripped his hair telling him, "Kriff, you're such a good boy, why don't you suck this cock for a minute and then I'll fuck you like I promised." As you spoke you saw his own cock twitch between his thighs before he started bobbing slowly on the strap. Like you promised, it only took about a minute before you got impatient and pulled him off and you leaned down to kiss his forehead and told him to climb onto the bed and lay down.

Din Djarin x Reader

Haha, did I hear more Sub!Din? No, well too bad, here's some filthy Din getting pegged.....

You quickly followed and kneeled between his thighs, throwing one leg over your shoulder and keeping the other on you hip as you pressed into Din slowly and watched his eyes close and forehead wrinkle up in pleasure. Once you were fully inside you praised him for taking you so well and rewarded him by pumping his weeping cock a few times, which resulted in a long groan and a choked, "please!" Abliging him you started giving small harsh thrusts, circling you hips, and trying to find the spot that made him moan your name so sweetly. The second you hit his prostate you knew because he did just that and you drilled into him while smirking and watching the flush flow across his face, ears, neck, and chest. The sight was beautiful and hot and you told him just that, which pulled a whine from him as he turned his head and buried it in the pillow. You spent alot of time at this pace and angle praising him and pouring as much pleasure into Din as possible, but then he brokenly whimpered out your name and a "please...moOore." Smiling you lean down to his ear and say, "Only because you asked so nicely, pretty boy." And you pulled almost completely out of him before slamming back in, and you grabbed his angrily red cock and started pumping it in time with your thrusts. Din didn't stand a chance to hold out much longer and after a handful of quick thrusts and pumps he was cumming all over you hand with a shout as you continued to rail into his prostate to drag out his pleasure. When you were satisfied that you couldn't give him anymore, you gently laid down his legs on the bed, and slowly and carefully pulled out of him, before standing up intent on cleaning him up so the two of you could cuddle peacefully.

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[cptnbvcks]

Okay but having The Talk™ with Mando about his big dick and he's insecure about it because he doesn't know that a big dick is what the people want and you're like??? It's what every space porn star would love to have

EHEHEHEH this ones for @disneydaddyevans​ thank you for the filthy ideas for this continuation but also thank u to @whenimaunicorn for the original prompt!

original prompt: din has a big dick and doesn’t know it 

nsfw. real nsfw. enjoy!

- the discussion begins after mando finishes fucking you spineless into the razor crest’s floor. 

- he was sweet at first; slow like you had asked, his fingers splayed over the soft curve of your torso as his thumb works your clit to make sure you stay nice and wet for him, but every time he drags his thumb over the little cluster of oversensitive nerve endings it only makes you tighten around him even harder. he has to push through every unforgiving squeeze, fuck you hard and deep rather than fast. he grinds into you and you swear you feel that right in your spine.

- mando thinks you’ve got the tightest little pussy he’s ever felt in his entire life — even if the number of pussies he’s had in his entire life isn’t… exactly the most impressive list. 

- it isn’t until after — when he leans his body into yours with his head on your breast and his cock wedged even deeper in your walls thanks to the extra press of his full weight on you — that you first bring the ‘issue’ to his attention. 

- you must have waited at least five restless minutes before you finally spoke, softly hesitant and a little bewildered: “are— are you still hard?” 

- he hesitates for a second, almost like he’s checking in with himself. gives a little thrust just to be sure and you gasp at the friction of it, “no,” he admits, a little unsure as to why you’d asked something like that, “i— i don’t think so?” 

- “by the maker,” you shiver out, giving a small testing squeeze of your walls and truly finding that his cock has filled you — there isn’t any room for you to tighten around him beyond this; it’s too snug of a fit. no wonder he had still felt unbelievably hard still. he tries to draw back and you hiss softly, grabbing his arm to stop him. he freezes immediately, fear touching his voice then. 

- “am i hurting you?” 

- he’s not; not really. you’re just not as wet as you had been when you got yourself in this situation. 

- “you’re just— really fucking big, mando,” you grunt out as he lifts his weight off of you slightly, your body half following his movements in thanks to the vice grip you’ve got on his cock. you think by the tickle of hair against your left shoulder that he’s probably tilted his head down to see where he’s nestled between your bodies. 

- “are you sure you’re not just—” his words break off into a shared groan between the two of you as your walls flutter to life around him, contracting tighter as he makes another small testing attempt to pull out, “— really tight?” 

- why is he downplaying what you can both feel between the two of you? 

- “thanks for the compliment,” you laugh breathlessly, “but it’s a little undeserved on my end.” 

- you’re half shaking when he finally does pull out of you and you know that you’re not the one with a size issue here when his cum gushes out of you, its exit previously hindered by how fucking perfectly he had been stuffed inside of you. 

- he’s a little grateful you can’t see the way his eyes are trained on the obscene image of your abused hole, blushed pink and smeared with his seed, fluttering against the emptiness he’s left, and he really wants to ignore the way his cock stirs back to life at the sight. how had all of that been held inside of you? 

- he feels a little guilty that he wants to fuck you again and there’s an unsureness about if you even want him to. something nags at him at the sight of you like this — at the insinuation’s you’re making, too. 

- “you would tell me if i hurt you, right? if— if it wasn’t good, for you—” 

- you’re stunned at his words; stunned enough that you could almost laugh at it but you don’t because there’s something so vulnerable about the way he says it. there’s genuine concern there; it’s shy and worried and —

- ah. you think, there it is. the insecurity you had prodded at earlier; the question he had dodged. 

- his words spoke to inexperience, not necessarily virgin but something akin to it. you must have hit the nerve of the issue with your alarmed questioning. it seems to you that he truly doesn’t know if his size is a good thing, and your words must have freaked him out because of his lack of an experience gauge to know where he stood. 

- “mando—” your voice is firm when you interrupt him. your movements are heavy with exhaustion but you collect yourself on your knees and reach for him. his hands are on you, guiding you without leading you anywhere you don’t want to go. you set your hands on his shoulders and apply enough pressure to get him to lay back. the movements are a little ungraceful without visual coordination, but he relents to you, “— did you not just see me cum so hard on that cock that i lost feeling in my right leg? or did you want to see me do it again — just to make sure you’re looking this time.” 

- as endearing as his insecurity and meek humility is, you want him to fuck you with full conviction. you want him to know that you could take it. that he never needed to be insecure with you.

- you can feel how hard he is already when you lower yourself against his lap and you bite your lip as you feel the hard length of him press between your cunt and his own stomach. he divides you there, splits the soft seam of your pussy against the underside of his cock as you slowly grind your clit into him. his hands are on your hips immediately, fingers digging into your hipbone and the soft curve of your backside as you hold his wrists for stability and hope he’s watching close because you’re about to show him just how good he is for you. 

- it’s an easy lesson and mando has always been a quick learner. you fuck yourself easy against his cock and the pressure of your body and the warmth of both your wetness and his cum mixing against his skin is enough to cement whatever this lesson is into his head. you take his right hand, brace yourself higher on his chest with your other hand, and guide his fingers to your cunt. 

- “feel me,” you coo, the word quiet and begging though you mean it to be authoritative and reassuring. you gasp soft when he eagerly presses his fingers into the swollen flesh of you. he doesn’t have to touch you to know you’re soaked; he can see the proof of it — feel it spread across his cock and dripping down to his balls. a small shaky smile appears on your lips as your spine straightens up the minute his finger brushes against your swollen clit. you squeeze his wrist. “do you feel that, mando?” 

- “wet enough,” you and him jointly say; your tone quiet and teaching, but his was entirely enthralled. 

- you nod and laugh breathlessly as he presses into your clit, eager to please for his own selfish enjoyment, but you snatch his hand away before he can get too carried off. 

- “get me wet like this and you’ll never have to worry about hurting me — not unless i want you to.” 

- you feel his cock jump against your inner thigh at that gentle insinuation and the corner of your lip quirks up a little at the thought of prying into your mandalorian’s shamefully hidden kinks. you store that thought away for later — another lesson for another time. 

- finally, you lift yourself properly onto your knees, giving yourself enough space as you blindly pat around his lower stomach until he gently catches your wrist — just as he had earlier that night — and guides your grasp where it needed to go. 

- you smile at him and he catches the tail end of the expression as you line him up at your entrance before sinking down onto him. he sees the smile falter but never fade and there’s a gentle concentration to your delicate features as you manage past the head of his cock before pausing, lifting yourself slightly before lowering down again, further this time. 

- he wants to guide you; pull you down and close the gap, but something tells him that this is the lesson you’re trying to show him — this torturous drag as he learns your body’s limits. 

- you don’t take him in one fell swoop. you work him into your body, and even though he can feel just how slick you are it still takes several push and pulls before your pussy is firmly planted around the base of his cock. by the time you finally sit back with your hands resting against his stomach, you’re both winded. 

- “just like that,” you moan out, your breasts jostling gently with every ragged breath you take. you squeeze around him once, twice, testing how much you can get away with as he tries his hardest not to buck up into you. “how you holding up down there, mando? you still with me?” 

- “y-yeah,” he stammers out, “still with you. are you okay?” 

- you push yourself down against his cock until he bumps hard into your cervix. your back arches deep at the splendid mix of pleasure and fullness and pain and him. everywhere. there’s no part of you that isn’t filled with him and you shudder as he groans something filthy beneath you. his cock twitches up inside of you and every muscle in his body threatens to go taut at your wet grip on him. 

- “does that feel okay to you?” you preen, slowly lifting yourself just a few inches before taking him back inside of you again. it’s easier this time; he slips through your walls without that initial resistance, and he etches the lesson into his brain. “feels— feels just about r-right to me,” you say. 

- he watches you as you pick up the speed; his back lifting off the ground just so he can reach down low enough and grab your ass, squeezing hard as he indirectly guides your hips down against him. you don’t miss the sneaky way he presses you down when you drop against his cock, holding you there for a second longer than you need to be before allowing you to lift yourself again. 

- it’s mando that cums first this time. his body going hard and rigid against the ship’s floor as he finally loses the restraint he had so obediently held, rutting his hips up against yours with a sharp urgent roughness to it. you don’t think he means to be rough, it might just be his nature of things; but you’re not complaining when he commands your hips in the expanse of his hands and pulls you down until he feels the swollen flesh of your pussy squish against his skin. he cums then, deep and forceful enough that you swear you feel even fuller than you had on his cock alone. 

- “fu-fuck—” your words are whiny and high and you clench down as much as you can granted how magnificently he has stretched you around him. you take his hand again, finding it in the dark and you press it firmly into your pelvis until you feel the pressure both from within you and outside of you at the same time. “so—so good— i can feel you, mando. i feel you.”  

- you feel the muscles along his stomach go completely tense under your fingertips as you catch yourself against him for stability. his hand stays pressed into your lower half and, maker, you wish you could see him. his cock jerks inside of you again and you blush at how indescribable the feeling of him cumming so hard while shafted so deep in your body is. 

- you know you’re close and you half intended to get yourself off after he had cum anyway, but he catches you by surprise when he presses his other hand against your lower back and sits up. you jump and pull your hips back slightly, the new position hitting you somewhere deeper and a little painful as he moves his hand that had been on your stomach down between your bodies.

- it doesn’t take much. you can’t hold out — not with the way he ducks his head and catches your nipple in that warm mouth of his that’s always mercilessly hidden behind that glimmering beskar helmet. not with the way his fingers dip into your folds and stroke your sore clit hard and quick. not with the way his softening cock is still stretching you wide open. 

- you scream when you cum this time; the force of it knocking the sound straight from your lungs as he locks his arm around your waist and drags you into his chest, letting you squirm in his grip without the fear of you bucking him out of you. 

- mando swears he could have cum again just from the way your walls squeeze viciously around him and the warm gush of your orgasm coating his length, allowing you to slip down on his cock just an inch or so more. your hips circle against him with a franticness, like your body has a mind of its own and a mission to milk his cock for all its worth. 

- he doesn’t stop touching your clit until your body goes soft and weak against him, collapsing completely into his chest as you kiss him everywhere your mouth can reach. they’re open mouthed and sloppy and you gasp against his skin as he slips his hand up the sweaty expanse of your back, cupping his fingers at the back of your neck. 

- he cradles you there as you come down, your pussy offering little squeezing aftershocks that make your skin raise in goosebumps. your hands wrap loosely around his sides and you press your fingers into the skin of his back. it’s intimate; more so with him still pressed home inside your inviting body. 

- “still with me?” he asks after a moment, tilting his head down to look at your still blindfolded eyes. his lips graze over your forehead and you hum at the small scratch of facial hair against your skin. 

- “no,” you murmur, “you’ve killed me and that cock of yours is the culprit.” 

- he chuckles and the sound vibrates straight through you. you press your fingers deeper against his skin, hold him tighter, and listen to the uninhibited sound of his laughter.

- “i guess i’ll take that compliment.” 

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I’m bad at prompts but would love to see varian n Hugo talking abt. More serious things.. opening up tew eachother..angsty fluff

(MARTIE SAID ANGSTY FLUFF HERE U GO BOO <3)

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It’s not like Varian to seek out Hugo.

Despite his initial decision to trust the lanky blond, Varian had his misgivings that were further solidified into annoyances as the other alchemist turned his smarmy act up a few notches into the irritating territory. Hardly a day could go by without Varian being shown up or talked down to by the guy--and always in the most condescending tone.

Today had, in fact, been one of those days--for the most part. Varian had been translating a rune-key to get into the magically sealed temple where Nuru’s next lead was and Hugo had sauntered right in, translated it in under ten minutes, and smugly lead the way in.

Varian kind of wanted to strangle him.

Through the power of Nuru’s glaring at him and Yong’s enthusiastic ramblings distracting him, Varian manges to not kill the latest addition to their group, but it’s only just.

They trek through the winding, stone corridors of the temple ruins, Varian taking notes and Yong excitedly chattering away to Nuru. But as the halls stretch on and don’t come to an end, Varian starts to think that maybe this particular lead was a bust.

Then, it’s too quiet.

Varian turns, about to ask Yong if he’s alright--the child’s murmurings had cut off abruptly mid-sentence--when he realizes that…

Nuru, Hugo and Yong are gone.

_____

Of course they weren’t really gone, Varian realizes lately--way later, after Hugo drags him out of the depths of the inky-black nightmare he was lost in. Nuru, patting his back as he coughs and dry heaves in the bright, afternoon light, quietly explains that the place had a curse on it.

“Nightmare cavern,” Yong says, the only one of them who had been unaffected and, subsequently, the person to get Nuru out who was then able to help Hugo break free.

And then Varian, because of course he was the one deepest in.

“If it makes you feel any better, Nuru started crying when I woke her up,” Yong offers, when Varian finally stops choking.

Nuru shoots him a glare. “Shut up.”

Yong holds his hands up defensively.

Varian tunes them out as the argument escalates. His mind is still focused on the nightmarish horrors he’d be subjected to back there.

Re-subjected to.

Hugo spends the rest of the day being very tentative to Varian. In turn, Varian doesn’t really know how to respond. His mildly antagonist relationship with the blond has him in a place where he doesn’t know how to respond to the sudden kindness.

Hence, why Varian is out in the middle of the night looking for Hugo, who hasn’t been seen since supper.

After wandering around the mostly quiet town for the better part of an hour, he finds the blond, sitting on a slanted rooftop above the town’s apothecary. With a sigh, Varian clumsy climbs up the side of the building, finding his footing in loose bricks and the uneven trimming on the side. It’s nowhere near as graceful as he’d like, considering he almost brains his head on the side of the roof before he even gets on it.

“Hey,” Varian says, once he’s safe on top. He carefully picks his way across the slanted roofing to where Hugo is reclining, arms folded under his head. He glances up in surprise when he hears Varian, eyes unreadable.

“Hey.” His voice is unusually gruff.

Varian settles beside him, stomach dropping when he glances over the edge. Varian’s not one to be nervous around heights, but they are really high up and he doesn’t exactly trust Hugo to catch him.

Maybe.

Hugo had gotten him out of--wherever the hell that place had taken him to. No matter his feelings toward the guy’s general attitude or how much of an arrogant dick he can be, Varian has to give him that.

He could have very easily left him there. But he didn’t, which raises Varian’s opinion of him by a fraction.

A breeze shifts through the town, cutting straight through Varian and his thin jacket. He shivers, wrapping his arms around himself tightly.

It’s a clear autumn night. They’re far enough away from the big cities that Varian can make out the stars, for once. The sky looks different than in Corona--further implementing the realization just how far from home they are.

Well, Varian at least. He’s still not exactly sure where Hugo’s home is. If he has a home.

Something sour settles in the pit of his stomach at the thought.

“Nice view,” he says, instead of voicing any of his many thoughts.

Hugo hums, giving Varian a side-long glance. There’s something heavy in his eyes. “I guess,” is all he says, noncommittally.

Varian picks at one of his nails. “The constellations are different here than at home.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm-hmm. See that one?” Varian points to a cluster of four stars that don’t quite form a straight line. “Should be curved. In Corona at least,” he adds. He doesn’t ask what the constellations look like where Hugo’s from.

Hugo wouldn’t tell him anyway, he’s pretty sure.

The blond isn’t looking where Varian pointed, however. His eyes are firmly glued to the side of Varian’s head. Varian doesn’t want to meet that gaze for some reason, which is ridiculous, right? He, after all, followed Hugo all the way up here, initiated a mindless conversation that Hugo clearly didn’t want to have.

Varian drops his head back against the rooftop and tries not to sigh.

Then,

“Do any of the constellations look the same?” Hugo asks, softly.

Varian bites his lip. “That one does,” he says, pointing to the string of stars in the shape of a shrimp that Eugene crudely dubbed erecticous constellationous. Hugo doesn’t need to know that though. “And, that one,” he adds, pointing to the stars that form a familiar shape. Only a few stars in them were out of alignment, but it was close enough that Varian could pick it out. “The golden flower.”

Hugo glances up at the constellation. “Is there a story behind it?”

“Probably,” Varian shrugs. “Rapunzel never got around to telling me, though, and my dad wasn’t really one for stories. Just knowing how to find the north star.”

“Well, make one up then,” Hugo says. Varian can hear the grin in his voice and rolls his eyes.

“I’m not making up a story about a flower, Hugo.”

“Why, not manly enough for you?”

Varian considers pushing him off the roof for a moment. “No, just enough stories about magic golden flowers for one lifetime,” he says, before thinking better of it.

Hugo lets out a disbelieving laugh. “Get those often?”

“You have no idea.”

A pause, as Hugo waits. “You aren’t going to tell me.”

Varian considers it. “I don’t think you’d believe me,” he says, honestly.

Hugo knocks his shoulder into Varian’s. “Try me, Goggles.”

Varian huffs, sitting up slightly and drawing his legs up to his chest. He wraps his arms around them and drops his chin onto his knees. “You ever hear the story of the sundrop?”

“Something of it,” Hugo says casually. “Magic sun spit falls from the sky, infects flower, somehow gets transferred to magic princess. Coronian story, if I’m right.”

“Yep. Would you believe me if I told you it was real?”

“Varian, we just walked through a hall of mirrors that trapped us in our worst fears. Yong has sentient firecrackers and you can create every kind of cure known to man through the power of science” There’s a pause. “Yeah, I think I can believe that’s real.”

Varian snorts. “Yeah okay. I do really know the-” he wrinkles his nose, “-magic princess.”

“Was she pretty?” Hugo grins.

“She is my sister, thank you very much,” Varian sniffs, not really linking the idea of Hugo being attracted to Rapunzel in any sense. That would be weird, but Varian can’t really pin his finger on why.

Hugo blinks in surprise. “Wait, really? I thought you were like,” he gestures vaguely with one hand, “an only child. You have those vibes.”

Varian has many things to say to that, but he refrains. “Yeah, well, not all family is through blood,” he settles on, instead of picking a fight.

Hugo twitches, something unpleasant darkening in his gaze. He turns his gaze back to the sky. “Can I ask you something?” he asks, after a few seconds of silence.

“Just did,” Varian instantly replies, earning a light snort from his blond companion.

“Varian.”

“Yeah, yeah, ask away.”

“What happened to you out there?” Hugo says, unknowingly asking the one question Varian has been trying to avoid all evening.

Varian’s heart sinks, his good mood plummeting below the rooftop. He shuts his eyes. “Like you said, hall of mirrors with bad memories.”

“Yeah.” Hugo’s voice is soft. And closer. Varian can feel his shoulder and thigh pressing into his own. “Yeah, I just-you didn’t look so good when you came out.”

Varian lets his legs drop over the edge of the roof as he flops onto his back. The stars stare down at him silently. It’s a familiar view--one that he saw many times through the tiny window in his prison cell.

It’s not exactly comforting most of the time.

Varian throws an arm over his eyes. Huffs loudly into the quiet night. “My dad died when I was fourteen,” he says.

He feels Hugo still next to him.

Varian drops his arm. The moon, phased into a sliver tonight, seems to grin down at him. “It was my fault,” Varian goes on, eyes glued to the white splinter in the sky, “and we-we fixed it, he’s fine now. But. Yeah.”

His eyes cut to Hugo.

Hugo is staring down at him. His eyes are wide and filled with an unreadable emotion. He visibly swallows, eyes darting between Varian’s.

“It wasn’t a great time for me.”

Hugo exhales. Lies down flat against the roof, shoulder to shoulder with Varian. “I don’t remember my dad,” he says, quietly.

Varian stays very still, intensely aware that whatever’s happening right now is not likely to happen again.

“I remember my mom though,” he continues. Varian glances at him, his profile only visible in the dim light. Varian can’t tell what expression he’s wearing, can only guess through the intonation of his voice. “She used to sing to me, I think. And she had brown eyes.”

Varian shifts closer. His head is almost on Hugo’s shoulder. Almost.

“My mom was an alchemist,” Varian says, like it isn’t obvious.

“Yeah, I kinda figured that one, blue eyes,” Hugo says, rolling his green ones. “Do you remember her?”

Varian shakes his head. “No, I was too little when she--yeah.”

“Yeah.”

The two of them lie there in silence.

“Hey, Hugo,” Varian says. The warmth emanating from the other boy is both comforting and anxiety inducing. He’s still trying to pinpoint why, but can’t come up with a conclusive answer.

“Hmm?” the other boy tilts his head in Varian’s direction.

Varian could easily get lost in the brilliant green eyes.

“Thanks for getting me out,” he says, instead of something like your eyes are pretty or I want to touch your hair.

Hugo’s face does something complicated. “Yeah, well. Nuru would have killed me if I left you there.” A pause. “Besides,” he mutters, “you would have done the same for me.”

Accurate assessment, Varian ruefully agrees. Hugo might annoy the ever living shit out of him, but he wouldn’t hesitate to pull the other boy out of danger.

“Still,” he says.

“Well. You’re welcome then,” Hugo says awkwardly, looking anywhere but Varian. If he didn’t know any better, Varian would say Hugo looks a bit guilty, but he can’t figure out why for the life of him.

There’s a pause that’s far too charged that has Varian very aware of how closely they’re pressed together.

“Tell me more about the stars,” Hugo blurts out, just as the silence becomes too much.

The twisting in Varian’s chest releases. “Well, that one’s the cat’s eye,” he says, pointing out a triangle of stars directly above him.

Hugo’s eyes follow where his finger is pointing. As Varian continues to point at various stars and constellations, the tension between the two evaporates. But with Hugo’s warm breath puffing almost against Varian’s ear and the sound of his laughter when he says something particularly witty, the strange fluttering in Varian’s stomach gets worse.

He ignores it.

It probably means nothing.

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bad behavior. - l.h.

description: it’s your honeymoon, so it’s time to get a little...naughty.

word count: 2.4k

w/n: to whoever guessed this was inspired by/taken from the maine.....u were right. bad behavior by the maine is so good, pls go listen to it if u have a moment!

warnings: smut, lots of teasing, oral (male receiving)

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Sunlight filtered through the windows, the light dimmed and softened ever so slightly by the curtains hung over it, the warmth radiating through your body as it slowly pulled you from your sleep, a soft groan escaping you as you awoke. An arm shifted behind you, the sheets on the other side of the bed cold already, and you quietly whined, eyes fluttering open so you could look around for your husband. As your senses awoke you heard the muffled laughter of Luke, a sleepy smile tugging on the corner of your lip as you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You grabbed a pair of old athletic shorts and tugged them on, one of Luke’s shirts covering your torso before you left the room, fingers running through your bed head as you stepped your bare feet into the hallway. 

Luke’s laughter sounded again while you moved through the house, the sound drawing you in like a siren song until you finally found your husband, his laptop set up on the kitchen island as he sat at it, his back turned to you and headphones on as he spoke to whoever was on whatever call he had going. He must have sensed your presence as you walked in and he turned around, a warm smile on his lips as he saw you. You blushed a bit, still not entirely used to seeing him look at you in such a way; your newlywed bliss lining every feature and taking the curve of his lip up in the smile he was giving you now. 

“Good morning, my love,” he said softly, taking his headphones off for a split second as you got closer. You could see the face of Liz on the screen, a smile on her cheeks as she waved a hello to you. You smiled in return as Luke slipped an arm around your waist, one hand cupping and squeezing your ass cheek as he pulled you close and kissed your lips, covering the squeak you made before he pulled away. “Get yourself some coffee, baby, we’re almost done.” 

SIlently you nodded, biting your lip to keep yourself from saying anything revealing while you moved around the kitchen, Luke pulling his headphones on again as he continued his conversation with Liz. Once you had your coffee you leaned against the counter, holding the mug between your hands as your eyes took in your husband, hands lifting the mug to your lips so you could sip on the warm drink. His blonde hair was a bit messy still, some curls going every which way as he smiled and laughed, a hand running through them on occasion as he tried to tame them. He wore a white tank top and a pair of sweatpants, most likely only wearing them to be decent for his mother; if either of you had your way you’d be naked constantly.

Your heart stuttered when he glanced up at you, his piercing blue eyes so clear in the morning sunlight as he gave you a big and bright smile. You were certain his smile was brighter than the sun itself, the warmth it filled you with much more enticing than the sunshine that the two of you had been soaking up all week in your own hidden paradise. When you had suggested the cabin Luke had given you a look, his face reading with lack of enthusiasm for your idea for your honeymoon. It was perfect for you, but Luke was nervous about how remote it was, wanting to be within 2 miles of neighbors instead of 10 like you were now; but after a lot of pouting and pleading you got him to agree, and now you were both in love with your own quiet place. 

Thoughts like that swirled around your brain until Luke carefully closed his laptop, the sound shaking you out of your trance as he stood up and moved over to you, a smile spreading on your face as you placed your mug down on the counter. His arms slid around you as you stood up straighter, his smile reflecting yours as you stood on your toes to press your lips together.

“Good morning, Mrs. Hemmings,” he mumbled against your lips, hands traveling down to the small of your back as he only tugged you closer. He’d only called you by your new last name the entire week, practically refusing anything else in a casual way as he joyously rolled it off his tongue. 

You smiled against his lips, kissing him again as you leaned against his chest. “Good morning to you, Mr. Hemmings,” you greeted back, smiling as his hands traveled even lower, gathering two handfuls of your ass and giving it a squeeze as he kissed you again, a bit needier this time as his hands held your hips against his. 

When your fingers moved to tangle in his hair he squatted down, locking his arms behind your thighs as he picked you up and set you on the counter, his frame settling between your legs as he pushed his hands up your shirt. The skin to skin contact sent a thrill through you as his fingertips grazed your nipples, a soft whine escaping you as his lips moved to your neck. 

“Luke-” you started, interrupted by the shrill ring of Luke’s phone on the island. Both of you groaned, your lips moving to connect with Luke’s jaw as you tried to keep him with you. “Ignore it, please baby.” 

Luke sighed as it continued to ring, sliding his hands from under your shirt as he pulled away. “Might be the airline, though. I’ll make it quick, angel, promise.” 

You pouted but let him go, huffing at the interruption as your fingers curled around the edge of the counter. Luke’s shoulders tensed slightly as he answered, pressing the phone to his ear. 

“Hey Ash, thought we all agreed no phone calls this week…” 

Luke’s hand dragged down his face as he started pacing around the cabin, your eyes stuck on him as he moved around easily. His fingers tugged on his scruff a bit, your teeth dragging your bottom lip as you day dreamed of them tugging off your clothes instead. 

Or, you thought, sliding off the counter. I could do that myself. 

A small smile tugged up the corners of your lips as you moved towards Luke, your arms tugging on his shirt a bit to get his attention. He was listening to something Ashton said, an eyebrow raising as he caught the mischievous glint in your eyes. His hand ran through his curls again as you bunched up the fabric of your shirt in your hands, slowly tugging it over your head before you dropped it on the floor, a sly smile on your face as you met his eyes again. 

The beautiful blues that you fell in love with dragged down your torso as he bit his lip, covering the microphone in his cell and mouthing fuck to you. Your bare skin took in the slight chill of the morning air around you, nipples hardening against it as your husband stared longingly at your bare chest. Ashton’s voice on the other end stopped, Luke’s eyes still dragging over you as your fingers dipped into your waistband, Ashton getting Luke’s attention again.

“Y-Yeah, sorry mate, wife was asking me something,” he said, watching as you slowly tugged down your shorts, letting them pool around your ankles as you stood up in front of your husband, completely and totally bare in front of him as you grinned. His lips were moving still and he stuttered a bit, stumbling over his words to Ashton as you tuned out the exact words he was saying. 

With a single step you closed the gap between the two of you, your nipples brushing against his shirt as you pressed kisses to his neck, smiling as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly. It took all your self control to move slowly, your hands tracing the tent that had started to grow in his pants as you moved down his chest. You pressed kisses to his shirt, not wanting to disturb his call too much before you had the chance to tease him some more, enjoying the feeling of him through the fabric of his pants. 

Once you could feel he was hard enough you tugged on his pants, groaning softly as you saw he was commando too, his cock springing free from the confines it had been in. You moved to your knees and watched Luke’s face, his fingers tangled in his curls as his eyes followed your every movement. You could see a slight pink tint to his cheeks and you smiled, putting your index finger over your lips as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly pumping it for a moment while you kissed around his base. 

Luke stifled a moan as you loosened your hand and dragged your tongue along his length, letting it swirl around him as you moved it to the tip. Once there you pressed open mouthed kisses to his head, watching as his hand moved from his hair to between his teeth as he kept himself from making any noise, your plan going swimmingly as you watched your husband squirm a bit. Finally, you took him in your mouth, slowly moving down his length until you had to stop, pausing briefly as you took a breath before you started moving. 

Your eyes locked on Luke as you moved, your tongue still working him as you bobbed your head along his length. His hand finally tangled in your hair, his fingers tangling there while you used your hand to pump what you couldn’t get. After a second you went a bit deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat as his head lolled back, fingers tugging on your hair as you moaned around him. He let out another groan at the sound, his grip tightening slightly as he hastily spoke. 

“Ash, I gotta go, but I’ll call later, yeah?” After what seemed to be a confirmation Luke hung up, immediately letting out a moan as you took a deep breath through your nose and took him deeper, the sound being music to your ears as you finally got to hear him. 

“God, baby, you look so pretty around my cock like that,” he mumbled, eyes focusing on you as you picked up the speed. As he got louder and closer to his edge you slowed down, only to pick up your pace again as he tugged your hair. 

Once he was close as possible you pulled off of him, pulling away with a string of saliva following your lips as you moved. You met his eyes and grinned, his hand moving to grip your jaw as he pulled you back up to your feet, crashing your lips together in a sloppy mess as he took your hands in his. He pulled back and roughly tugged you to the couch, a winning smile on your lips as you finally were about to get what you wanted. 

Luke roughly pressed your hips against the back of the couch, hands sliding up your torso from behind to cup your breasts. His fingers pinched one of you nipples as his other massaged your breast, a groan escaping you as he lightly tugged on the bud. The massaging hand traveled between your legs, your thighs parting as his slender fingers ran through your slick folds. You moaned again, Luke chuckling against your ear as his erection pressed against your back. 

“Soaked for me and so pretty, baby,” he said, pressing his lips to the sweet spot on your neck as he sucked at it, two fingers dipping inside you as he pulled noise after noise out of you. 

His fingers moved quickly, curling and uncurling until you were gripping the couch cushions, nails digging into them harshly as he fucked you with his fingers. A whine escaped you as he grazed your sweet spot, feeling a smirk on Luke’s lips as he pulled them out, soaked in you as it moved to your shoulder. You whimpered as he carefully bent you forward, his knee gently moving your legs apart as his head teased your entrance. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he commanded, hands squeezing your hips. You stayed silent and earned a harsh slap to your cheek, the feeling pulling a moan from you. 

“I want you to fuck me, Luke,” you whined, grip still on the cushions. “Fuck me until I’m screaming your name over and over again.” 

Luke nodded, lining himself up with you before he pushed his way in, groaning at the sight of his cock sinking deep into you. “Fuck, baby, you always take me so good,” he said, sliding himself out almost completely before he snapped into you again.

The sensation made you whine his name, the sound mixing with Luke fucking himself into you over and over again. You knew you were both already near your ends, Luke’s pace and the way he filled you so perfectly only pushing you closer to your own. 

Suddenly Luke’s hands moved, one carefully circling your clit and making you moan. “Baby I-” you tried, the sensation of him playing with your bundle of nerves sending you over the edge. The sight made Luke groan, you falling over the edge of your orgasm as he fucked into you harder than before, his hands unrelenting as he kept playing with you. 

“Shit baby,” he breathed as you came over his cock again, seeing you orgasm a second time as he moaned. The sight alone could have ended him but he pushed through, finally reaching his own high as he stopped. 

Your muscles jumped under your skin as you both rode out your highs, Luke taking his time pulling out of you as you gathered your breathing. A new ache developed between your legs pretty quickly, Luke helping you stand up straight as he slid his arms around you. 

“I love how bad you are for me, Mrs. Hemmings,” he mumbled, kissing over the slight sting on your neck where he had left his mark. 

You smiled, a breathy chuckle falling from your lips. “Always on my worst behavior for you, baby,” you said, lifting his hand and kissing his knuckles. 

Before you could protest Luke spun you around, throwing you over his shoulder as he carried you back towards your bedroom. You squealed, laughing as Luke gave a light tap to your ass. 

“C’mon, baby, let’s take a bath.” 

“Not like I really get a choice this time, hm?”

[tangerinegod]

hi tange ❤️❤️❤️ I hope this is ok to ask but as an art student was there ever any issues w/ submitting fanart since uv said u did naruto stuff at school? I only have experience w high school art class and the mortification of showing people my fanwork was too much for me so I just did original art I was less passionate about to show teachers etc 😖 but I dont look back on that art as kindly as I do my old fanart either yknow ?

hi!! oh my gosh if u or anyone ever had qs about art school please ask! i'm always down to answer to help unveil the mystery of it and also to help out haha, putting a tldr upfront and long post under read more

tldr: on the offchance ur school does allow it go for it cus no one will care, but i highly suggest taking the opportunity to explore original IPs instead because it's hard to do outside of an education environment, esp if ur normally into fanart (like me)

ok heres the long reply: its gonna be based all lot off of ur schools rules! to be honest a lot of my work was original, the only classes i submitted fanart for were my digital animation class bc i 1. was at the point where i didnt give a fuck LOL and 2. the professor did not check in with us before we started so we could do whatever.... and the other class was for character design because it was a fanart assignment 0: most other times i acually did strive to do original work and focused mainly on three different IPs i have.

i did dress up as naruto on multiple occasions tho because the opportunity popped up! probably like 5 times lol

i think something (and this is based on school) that you will discover is that professors genuinely do not care how outragous your content is! if anything if it's super whack then it's more entertaining and ull have more fun w it. i animated the nyan neko sugar girl rabies bite and my teacher didnt bat an eye and also made an oc in chara design whos biggest trait was being obsessed w how good she looked and having the BIGGEST tits and ass as a part of her character and my teacher was like 'yeah but this boot is uneven? watch the curve on her bra, etc'. i even used her in some of my bg paintings later haha. so i would say more than making fanart just feel out the vibe of ur school, it's honestly a REALLY good time to explore original work because once ur out u can make whatever you want, or do original work for ur assignments and fanart for fun? which is what i tried to do! when ur in you get feedback from other students and teachers which is something that becomes a lot harder post graduation, so learning how to build up strong original stories is great and you'll come out with lovable characters that r dear to u! but also some/most? schools don't allow fanart, mine normally didn't except for that animation class n i'm sure it's only cus he didnt recognize the source material haha..

also people really will not care if it is allowed because EVERYONE else at art school also draws for fun and is going because they want to. like no one is forced to go into art school and normally have to fight their way in. people at my school KNEW me as the naruto person who loved sasuke lol like i got coined the title of hokage for like the second half of my time there.. so do not fear! if ur talking and making connections with ur fellow peers (which u should really try to do) then eventually youll be talking about similar interests and sharing social medias anyways and unless ur drawing like. REALLY weird/yikes stuff it's fine! one of my best friends is making a living off of explicit furry nsfw rn lol

hopefully this helps i think i tried to answer like 20 questions instead of just 1 but i think fanart is a good segway into just type of content to make for school! also try to avoid putting fanart in your portfolio if you can, or keep it in a separate section. I keep my nice quality fanart in mine but specifically labelled in a section called fanart so people can look at my original work because that's where its All My Brain, which ppl wanna see if that makes sense. Fanart is something where someone would look to see how you executed a piece just for draftsmanships sake but ig another reason to not do a lot of fanart is you won't come out with as many portfolio pieces you can use confidently? some recruiters dont care and some do so its best to just be safe

[hallowed-be-thy-username]

Clothing Is Custom, No Labels

“No matches on prints, DNA, dental. Clothing is custom, no labels. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. No name, no other alias.”

Summary: You’re one of the last bespoke tailors in town, making suits and custom clothing for Gotham’s elite. Business men and women, well known lawyers, the Wayne family, and... the Joker?

Genre: Self-insert

Pairing: Ledger!Joker x fem reader

Warnings: angst? mentions of J killing reader, descriptions of cutting, blood, just a titch of knife play (not nsfw just yet though)

Word count: 2,577

Author’s Note: I’m excited about this one, guys!! Things are getting intense! Also RIP my laptop, I’m posting this on the mobile app so the formatting is kinda crazy and I can’t inset a keep reading 😭 so scroll with caution and heed the warnings!

Musical Inspiration: Venus In Furs by The Velvet Underground

- Part Four - A suit. It was a suit that put you in this position, standing next to him. He seemed even broader, taller, his presence more imposing. His smile said everything. It sent a shiver down to your toes, goosebumps prickling your back.

You tried to move but you were stuck, staring at him. He had a look in his eyes, different than before. He knew the effect, his allure, the pull, that his just standing there was having on you.

He basked in your reflexive attention, wide eyes taking in the way he looked in the suit. He looked… incredible. Striking. It turned out better than you’d ever hoped. Something fervent and inauspicious was displayed in front of you, stirring an unfamiliar feeling in your guts. You really weren’t sure how long you’d been standing there, looking at him. Seconds? Minutes? You opened your mouth but no sound came out, only a huff of breath.

“I, um, I’m sorry,” you finally managed to squeak past your vocal cords.

Joker chuckled through his nose and asked, “Sorry for wha-t?”

Your face flushed, heat rising into your cheeks. “U-um, I um, for staring,” you answered quickly.

He chuckled louder this time, sending butterflies quivering in your stomach with a queasy jolt. Looking back at the mirror, he said, “Uh, aren’t you supposed to?”

You took a moment to process what he meant before swiftly jerking yourself in motion to grab your tailoring chalk and set of pins from the table, keeping your eyes down as you suddenly felt uncomfortable meeting his gaze again. Something about him wearing your suit set your nerves even more on edge, heightened with anxious energy buzzing through you. But you had to calm yourself. Focus, breathe. You decided to start with the back of the coat so that you could avoid his hypnotic eyes a bit longer.

Blowing a breath through your lips, you looped your measuring tape over your neck and approached him from behind.

“I, I’m gonna check the fit of the coat,” you said.

His green-haired head nodded silently and you slowly reached out to touch the coat. In spite of your best efforts, your hands shook frustratingly, lingering out in front of you until you pushed past that pervasive hesitance and placed your palms on his back, between his shoulders.

The wool warmed by his heat met your skin, tingles shooting down your back in reply. Your anxieties were beginning to irritate you. Every little sensation, movement, or sound from him made you feel like you were on fire and it wouldn’t stop. Just keep going, he’s watching you, he’s waiting. Your own thoughts didn’t help either.

You let the resulting electricity run through you as you moved your hands, smoothing the purple fabric until you reached the edges where you tugged at it, checking how it fit his broad shoulders. They curved beneath the heavy layer, the fit leaving just enough room to move them. Your heart pumped a bit faster, anxiety beginning to twist into some sort of exhilaration at the feeling of his form beneath your hands.

It followed you as you checked the sleeve pitch, your fingers straightening the sleeve where it met the body of the coat, falling in line all the way to the cuff. They buzzed with nervous anticipation as you fluttered them over more of the fabric. It almost felt good.

Routine took over while you continued to muse over the garment, now scrutinizing the details more carefully with pins between your teeth to pluck and slide into place over any areas where you felt the fit needed improvement. So focused on your ardent task, you hadn’t really noticed that you’d stepped in front of him, eyes glued to the lapels resting on his chest that steadily rose and fell, his body otherwise completely still. Like a living mannequin that wore your creation so perfectly. You marked where the lapels laid against the front of the coat with lines of chalk and stepped back to check the symmetry. Suddenly you stiffened and your pulse thrummed faster as you felt his eyes on you.

You swallowed and slowly lifted your gaze, you breath quickening. He was staring at you. His expression was blank, unreadable, all you could do was stare back.

His tongue flicked out over the forked scar on his lip, drawing your eyes to it, then to the rest of the damage to his face. There was no ignoring their presence. If people were always staring at them, then how much did he think about them? Do they still hurt? Would the phantom of the sensation that came with their creation spark with pain at random? Perhaps the damaged nerve endings conducted tangled signals, the haphazardly healed tissue trying desperately to function as it once did. Varying between feelings of numbness, stinging, prickling, overwhelming sensitivity, or any combination of these crawling across his permanent smile. Maybe sensations were elicited from no stimulus at all, as if recalling its own former trauma.

His gravelly voice pulled you out of your thoughts when he asked, “How does it look, hm?”

“It, it looks incredible,” you words tumbled out before you could think, prompting the heat of embarrassment to rise up to your ears.

He grinned at you and replied, “Is that so?”

No knowing what else to do except play along, you nod slowly, your eyes still locked on each other’s.

“Ahh the creator speaks well of her creation, hm?” he said.

“Uh, no! Well, I mean, yes? It, you, uh, I think it came together nicely,” you sputtered in response.

Joker chuckled and responded in a husky voice, “Gooood.”

Your heart flipped in your chest and your lips parted to take in a deep breath. You didn’t know what to think about what was happening. You were afraid. But fear was now joined by another feeling. Some faint excitement reaching up from deep down inside, drawn out by the way he looked at you. They swirled together in your stomach, telling you to run away but keeping you there in front of him, filling you with some want for him to speak to you again.

“Um, do you like the fit?” you finally asked.

He shifted his gaze back to the mirror and gripped the collar of the coat to shift it slightly.

“You’re the ex-pert, doll,” he said, not taking his eyes away from the mirror.

“Oh, o-ok,” you said quietly, almost under your breath, as your feet carried you toward him again.

You walked around him in a circle, checking your marked alterations once more. It was perfect. But you could stand there all night, inspecting how it hung off his body. Why? You didn’t really know.

Trying not to linger too long, you said softly, “It, um, it, looks good to me. So, uh, let’s have a look at the, um, the jacket.”

He slid the coat off of his shoulders to hand it to you, the fabric still warm in your hands as you draped it over the stand. You turned back to him to check the suit jacket, knowing his eyes were on you made your skin tingle. Hesitation flashed in your mind but was promptly snuffed out by the inexplicable fascination that continued to take you over.

You reached out and took both sides of the jacket front in your hands, lining up the buttons with their corresponding holes and gliding them through. You walked around him, trying to focus on your task and not the quivering of your stomach. After checking the sleeves and making some adjustments, you reached for the buttons once more. You could tell him to take the jacket off, or you could do it yourself. Like you had no control over them, your fingers unfastened each button before moving to slide the jacket from his shoulders as he silently complied.

Your hands trembled less the longer you touched him. It felt dangerous, getting used to that feeling of riskiness, imminent consequence not setting off the response it should be. Your feet should carry you away from danger, not draw you toward it. But oh, was it tempting. You stood closer to face him. The tension of your muscles and tingling of your skin had become strangely addictive, your nerves encouraged you to chase the feeling, despite what would be better judgement.

Your systematic undressing left him standing in the pinstripe pants with the hem reaching just to the tops of his brown shoes, hexagon patterned shirt, and green vest that hugged his sides to outline his broad chest down to his lean waist. You stepped closer. He smelled like greasepaint and cigarettes.

When you straightened the collar of the shirt, your fingers grazed over his neck in what was almost a seductive manner, raising goosebumps up your arms and suddenly the silence in the room became all too obvious. You sucked in a breath, pulled your hands back and froze with your eyes on his chest in front of you. It expanded with his breath that now warmed your face and you found yourself unable to move once again, stuck in the pull he had on you.

There it was. The familiar feeling of arousal fluttered in your core and your face flushed. You cursed your body’s reaction. This can’t be happening. Not with him.

“Look at me,” he said plainly.

Your breath trembled slightly as you shifted your eyes up to meet his. His gaze sent your heart racing, overwhelming and entrancing. He looked as though he could swallow you whole. Fear is a fickle thing. It could save your life, keep you out of danger. Don’t go down that dark alley, someone might be lurking. Don’t touch that snake, it might bite you. But it can betray you, too. It can mingle with desire, giving you that toxic gift of adrenaline, flowing through your veins like a drug. It saturates your mind, drowning out the instincts you thought were instilled so steadfast. You reached for that snake to let it sink its fangs into your flesh.

“Are you afraid?” he asked, his voice thick like honey.

Your eyes burned, locked with his dark pupils as you nodded slowly, your body acting on raw impulse.

The click of a switchblade met your ears and you stiffened as he brought it up to your cheek, holding the back of your neck with his other hand. Your body shuttered and twitched uncontrollably, your head beginning to feel light.

He stared deeper into your eyes and growled, “No you’re not.”

His words spun around in your mind. You were afraid, you wanted to be afraid. But something wouldn’t let it come to the surface. It shouted for you to run, scream, anything show him it was there. But it’s voice was muffled by the sick thrill that his knife at your cheek sent coursing through you. Would he cut you? Would he kill you? The threat of blood dripping to the floor weighed heavy over both of you.

“Careful doll,” he rumbled, lowering the knife from your face. “Tha-t is a danger-ous game.”

Game? It didn’t feel like a game. Your chest squeezed uncomfortably when you thought about his knife dragging across your skin, the sting that would follow it as the surface split open.

“A… a game?” you asked with your voice quivering.

He hummed and nodded his head, his gaze never breaking away from yours.

“Play with fire and you get burned,” he rumbled, bringing his face even closer.

Your heart pounded up into your throat and your blood ran hot. He saw something in your eyes. He knew. He knew the thought of being with him excited you and you had no control over it. You ached with need. A need that was new and sharp, pricking at your insides. You needed to know what it would be like. Had you lost your sensibilities?

Suddenly he stepped forward and you backed up reflexively, each step steering you backwards until you were halted by the wall, nowhere to go. He put his hand on the wall beside you and leaned against it. He lifted the knife he still held in his other hand and placed the point at the top of your chest, right in the middle. Then he leaned in, bringing his lips to your ear.

A powerful shiver ran down your back as he spoke in a low voice, “How about now?”

This was the game. A contest of wills. Would you cry? Try to get away? Or would you bleed for him?

Your skin was set ablaze beneath the blade and your jaw clenched as you sucked air in through your teeth. A trickle of sticky red ran onto your shirt as he moved away with the knife, watching you through heavy lids. The tiny cut on your chest stung, the pain mixing with your heightened senses. It was confusing, this feeling of fulfillment. He still held the knife, he could still kill you. But this felt different. Your heart began to slow its unforgiving racing and you breathed deeply.

His red lips twitched into a smile, impious and entrancing.

“Ahhh look what we have here. There it iiis,” he purred. “Don’t forget, doll, the fire’s hot. Wouldn’t want ya to, uh, get burned too bad, hm?”

Your jaw dropped open slightly as you stared at him, speechless. What just happened? What does he mean?

Before any words could form from your mouth, be stepped back. He clicked the knife into its handle and casually strolled back over to the mirror.

“You, uh, really have outdone yourself, doll,” he said, starting to unknot the tie around is neck. “You have ta-lent.”

You remained silent and wide eyed, stuck in place against the wall as he stripped down to his boxer shorts in front of you, rendering you even more stunned. Then he pulled on his tattered shirt and pants with the frayed jacket he arrived in.

He straightened his collar and turned back toward you. His eyes made your stomach quiver once more before he purred, “I’ll be back tomorrow. Looking forward to it, doll.”

You blinked and the door closed. He was gone.

Reality came rushing over you in a cold sweat. You slid down the wall to sit on the floor, suddenly gasping for air and panting as your hands trembled.

You forced yourself to take deep breaths and closed your eyes, wiping the sweat from your brow as you leaned your head back against the wall. Then your eyes snapped open and you lifted your hand to gently touch your finger to your chest. You looked to see your blood glistening on your fingertip.

He cut you. Shallow and small, but skin was broken. You should have been afraid but you didn’t fear the act itself. No, you feared the feeling it left behind. The thrill was intense, filling you up with a strange euphoria. An arousal. You should be dead, drained of life by the point of a knife. But you only grazed the blade. You wanted to chase that feeling, follow it for more. Tangle with danger and let it touch you all over.

You danced with the devil and he left you wanting more.

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[yuziyuanapologist]

OMG WQ MEETING LSZ PLS MAY WE READ

ahaha hello lovely!!! tbh i am always up for seeking validation so you may read! i have tried to somewhat finish this lil thing, but lets be honest i will probably think of a better ending when its posted...anyway  i hope u enjoy!

imagine this is an au where. idk. mianmians husband is actually wen qing and when she “died” they actually just ran off together and refused to get involved in cultivation world Stuff. except mianmian isnt here because shes busy, but rest assured she and wq are happily married.

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“Jie,” Wen Ning says as he arrives at the little cottage, his smile far too wide for him to be asking anything serious. The young man in white beside him is smiling too, but rather more restrained. Truly a Lan, if Wen Qing ever saw one. “Jie, do you recognise him?”

The young Lan bows, and she inclines her head at him, before turning an attempt at disapproval on her brother. “A-Ning, this is no way to make an introduction.”

“Sorry, Jie,” A-Ning bows his head for all of a second. “But it's - not the first time you've met him.”

She lets the confusion show on her face, turning her attention back to the young Lan. Sure enough, there's a hint of recognition, her own heart reaching out to him, knowing him somewhere beyond comprehension. She swallows. “Stop with the games, A-Ning,” she snaps in the absence of reason. “Explain yourself, both of you.”

The young Lan takes a step forward, and bows again. “My apologies, Lady Wen,” he says, his voice sweet, but with the edge of a tremble. Lady Wen. She hasn't heard that in a long time. “I had been so excited to see you again, since Uncle told me you were alive.”

Uncle? Why did he look at A-Ning as he spoke that word - it couldn't possibly be A-Ning he's talking about, could it? But there's only one who would ever have called him Uncle, and -

“I am Lan Yuan. Courtesy name Sizhui.”

Lan - Yuan? A-Ning is still smiling that big smile, but it only serves to draw tears from her eyes. This - none of this can be true - a coincidence, perhaps, a practical joke. That, she would believe, even so far as it is from her brother’s character.

“Who are you?” she whispers. 

Lan Sizhui's smile is still sweet, but his eyes are reflecting her own, sparkling with tears. “I am A-Yuan.”

She takes one final, stuttering breath in, one more attempt to rouse herself from this dream. 

“A - A-Yuan?” she checks it, but her hand is already reaching forward of its own accord. “It can't be.”

“It's me,” Lan Sizhui - A-Yuan nods, leaning his cheek into her hand - the way he used to when he was three years old. “I've missed you.”

She rushes forward, all grace and propriety forgotten in the need to envelope him, A-Yuan, in her embrace, where she hasn't held him for sixteen long years.

He's taller than her now, but he bends, and she reaches up, to cradle his head against her shoulder, to move one hand up and down his back, to hold him so tight that he might never escape her. 

A-Yuan.

“How -” her voice cracks. “How did this happen?”

She's half looking at A-Ning instead now, watching the smile spread even wider now, all her irritation forgotten with embracing her nephew.

“Hanguang Jun rescued him from the Burial Mounds,” A-Ning supplies helpfully. “He was feverish, and when he recovered - he had no memory of - any of it. Only in recent months, since Wei-gongzi brought me back, we were able to help him remember, well, I helped him remember, and Wei-gongzi found out after.”

A-Yuan finally pulls back, standing respectfully away and raising a sleeve to his eyes. “I have cried at every new memory,” he says with a teary, self-conscious laugh. 

Wen Qing smiles fondly at A-Yuan. “You always knew how to bring floods,” she says, reaching out to stroke his cheek once again, while their words catch up to her and she glares at A-Ning. “Wei Wuxian found out before I did?”

“Not on purpose!” A-Ning says hastily. “Only two days ago, after - well, actually, Jie, there's a lot to tell you.”

She gives her best calculating look, then stands aside to let them in. “I'll make tea.”

*

While A-Ning tells the story of Guanyin Temple, Wen Qing's eyes barely leave A-Yuan. She nods along to the story, briefly regretting her absence, but concludes that it's gone and done. There are more pressing matters to hear answers for. 

"That Hanguang Jun," she says, trying to reconcile her own memories of the stone faced man with the idea of him rescuing a child. "Is he kind to you?" 

"Very kind," A-Yuan says. "He treats me almost as his own son." 

That - actually, warms Wen Qing's heart. “So he does have a soft side,” she muses. “Wei Wuxian claimed he did. I never believed him.”

A-Yuan smiles. “No one ever believes it,” he replies. “But it's true. He even raised me among a field of bunnies.”

“Hanguang Jun?” Wen Qing feels her eyes widen. “If I thought I would be allowed entry into Cloud Recesses, I would demand to see it.”

“You would be!” A-Yuan says eagerly. “After everything that’s happened - and since Wei-qianbei is allowed in - you would be allowed in, too, I’m sure of it!”

Wen Qing lifts a loving hand to stroke A-Yuan’s hair. “You are too sweet,” she says, aware of the uncharacteristic adoration in her tone, but doing nothing to dampen it. “But I think I am better off away from the clans.”

A-Yuan looks a little crestfallen, but smiles and nods. “I understand.”

She smiles. “Tell me more of yourself. I’ve missed unspeakable amounts. Have you been happy?”

A-Yuan’s eyes are shining with tears again, and his voice, though laced through with joy, still trembles. “Very happy. But I did not realise how much I missed you all.”

“A-Yuan,” she says, almost overwhelmed herself. “No more of these tears,” she says, forcing her voice into briskness, wiping a thumb across A-Yuan’s cheek. “You're here now.”

"I'm here," A-Yuan agrees, looking down with his mouth curving into a smile. "I'm so glad to see you again." 

There's nothing Wen Qing can do to stop the tears threatening her own eyes. She looks up to the sky, inhaling as if it could give her any control over it - it doesn't. Instead, she stands, walks towards the kitchen at the back of the cottage, raising a sleeve to her eyes, and fixing her voice into its normal cadence. 

"You'll stay for dinner?" she asks, barely waiting for a response.

As if she’d let her A-Yuan leave so soon.

[ubemango]

commission 5: otiyr!hoseok

note: for anon who was so kind to help me back in November! I am so sorry this took so long to get out v_v;;; ........... I hope you enjoy ;_;!!!!!

note 2: U kno when person A be like *super tough on the outside AND has no Knowledge of baring themselves to someone AT ALL AND!!!!!! IS SOFT TO ONLY ONE PERSON BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY CAN BARE THEMSELVES TO THEM* and then person B be like *I am the only person they can bare themselves to so I try really hard to get them to come out of their shell ONLY IF THEY WANT TO this is a healthy relationship I like to poke at them sometimes, it’s fine*? Yea this is that but make it more pine-y. Best friends to lovers? It’s more likely than you think!

Coach Park blew the whistle. Obviously this meant that practice had finished, but Hoseok was convinced it’s what called upon the bad omen.

The hockey team’s time at the rink ended right at 3pm. This gave Hoseok exactly ten minutes to shower, three minutes to fend off a nagging Yoongi for practice again the next day, and twenty seconds to realize he had one minute to reject Soojin if he wanted to make it to class on time.

He had no idea how long she’d been there. She sat like a flower, right at the edge of the bleachers, cardigan wrought so tight around her shoulders as if to fend off the tundras. He wondered if she was waiting for Jeongyeon—the figure skaters got the rink for the next three hours now—and that is when he made the fateful mistake of catching Soojin’s eye right when he was about to slip through the exit.

“H-Hoseok!”

First, the freeze-up. Hoseok adjusted his gym bag for the sake of fidgeting; he didn’t even get the chance to pretend he didn’t see her, creep away unnoticed. She’s fast, anyhow, hopping over the bench and standing shy in front of him just as he’s turned around.

“Hey,” she greeted.

Hoseok nodded, only slightly pained. “Needed something?”

Behind her, Hoseok watched Jeongguk coming up, wiggling his eyebrows at him right as he passed by and out the door. Flaunting that exit like it was meant to encourage him to stay just a little longer. Hoseok felt threatened. Soojin took no notice.

“Yeah… it’s—well. How are you?”

“Fine.”

(Soojin most likely had no idea he had class at 3:15.)

“Oh! That’s… good. Well—I don’t want to keep you for long, and I-I know… i-it’s kind of sudden, but. We’ve been talking for a while now and I just—wanted to ask if you wanted to—just—hang out, someday. Like go out, or whatever.”

Ah, Hoseok thought sadly, I’m going to die, right here.

The first response he considered was to refute her claim that they’d been talking for a while—Soojin had offered help with chemistry homework when Jimin wasn’t available for tutoring anymore. He wasn’t aware that discussing the halogenations of alkanes over text qualified as the talking stage. That made him feel weirdly old.

Something else he considered: she was very pretty. He could admit to that. Soojin had eyes like raindrops, small ears with moon-shaped studs. An easy gait except for when she was nervous—and she looked very, very nervous.

Soojin was a nice person. Soojin deserved a nice answer.

“I don’t want to,” he said, which was not a nice answer.

He realized this the second Soojin’s gaze dropped to the floor. It reminded Hoseok of those sparkly cartoon girls, the teardrops that teased, never fell. She wouldn’t cry. No one ever cried for him like that.

“Ah—sure, that’s… fine.”

Hoseok never prided himself for being curt. He was just consistent at saying the wrong things, he remembered you saying, and he had lecture starting in less than a minute. Combine all these together, mix in the inability to read a situation properly, and you got the everlasting unease of being Utterly and Ridiculously Fucked. He felt very pained now.

Hoseok watched Soojin fidget again, shifting her stance. Contemplating that exit Hoseok just wanted to go through.

He was supposed to say something now.

“You can delete my number, if you want. I don’t mind. You don’t need it anymore, right? Since we already handed in that assignment.”

She was quiet. Slowly, Hoseok watched her face transform into what he could only guess was unabated anger. Her nose scrunched.

Then she slapped him.

Hoseok, holding his cheek (which did not ache at all, Soojin wasn’t strong like that), watched her stomp out, shoving the doors open with an animosity he didn’t think she had.

He was most definitely going to be late for class.

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.

.

The astrophysics study commons is a quaint, aggressive space. There’s posters of Saturn and chalkboard lining the walls with confusing equations scribbled in white and at least five people arguing about velocity in the corner farthest away. This is where people find answers and actually make sense of situations. Hoseok  discusses his tragedy here for this exact purpose.

You sit back in your chair, playing with your slide rule. “She text you after?”

“Nope.”

“Did you want me to give my opinion?”

“Sure.”

You slap him.

“What—!” Now Hoseok has had plenty of time to dwell on his follies last night. But a second time? He wonders if he actually deserves good things in his life. He rubs at the poor spot on his cheek. “You didn’t need to resort to violence!”

“You’re so stupid!”

It’s not unlike you to tell it as it is. He’s known you for seventeen years now, the nicest thing you’ve ever said to him was back in fourth grade when you’d called him a good co-parent of your pet caterpillar. “Damn.”

“I mean you’ve always been bad with these things but I didn’t think you’d do something like that.”

“Like what?”

“Be a complete asshole,” you deadpan.

“I didn’t think it was that bad—“

“You told her to delete your number!”

So it was a bad move. He recognizes this. “It’s not like I don’t feel bad.”

The silence lingers as you catch your breath, watch him pensively. Something about the speed of light is being discussed in the background. He feels weirdly exposed.

“I want to try something,” you say finally.

Hoseok’s eyes narrow at you. “What.”

You stare at him blankly. For a second he thinks you’re going to slap him a second time, but instead comes—

“Hoseok, I really like you.”

The coldest, startling feeling runs up his spine. He reflexively says, “That’s disgusting,” and comes to the conclusion that the universe hates him.

“See! You can’t just say that!” You squawk.

“Why not?!”

“What if I had secret feelings for you that had been festering for years and you broke my heart?!”

“Do you?” Hoseok says, slightly alarmed.

“Wha—would you be mad if I did?”

“I would be mad if you did.”

“See, that’s what I’m saying. You’re so mean about feelings.” He watches you focus on the chalkboard behind his ear. He briefly remembers drawing a loopy spaceship on it. “Look. I’m gonna pretend to be a girl confessing to you, and I want you to be more—sentimental. Okay?”

This is the weirdest thing about you. For someone so annoyingly logical about science, you still somehow kept in touch with romance. The dewy-eyed. Everything Hoseok didn’t know. He remembers junior year and the slow dance with Yubok, and how he accidentally fumbled his knuckles against her back—too low, she’d whispered harshly—and how you’d come back from hiding behind one of those big planters near the entrance, looking sparkly and gentle, mussed up, and somehow he knew you were having the best night of your life, and he’d just accidentally ruined his. He remembers that he has never been cut out for this.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Hoseok sneers, thinking about how the universe loved you.

“Too bad,” you say. “I’m gonna start. Hoseok?”

He might get smacked a third time if he doesn’t comply, so he replies, “Yeah?”

You feign shyness. Casting your eyes down, fidgeting with your shirt. “I-I… Well, I just wanted to… tell you something.”

“Sure,” he says.

Your timidness slips into anger in a blink. “I said be sentimental!”

“What—did you want to tell me?” He tries again, shrinking.

“I think—Well, I think you’re really cute—and—“ you cross your arms, and he so badly wants to yell at you to stop— “and… I was wondering. If. You wanted to grab coffee sometime?”

His answer rolls down his tongue too fast for him to catch. “No,” he says flatly, and instantly he flinches to block your slap against his arm.

“Hoseok!”

“I can’t take this seriously.”

“But I want you to be in tune with your feelings,” you whine.

“I’m plenty in tune with my feelings,” he argues. “And I’m feeling invaded right now.”

“There’s a good two feet between us right now.”

“You’re breathing in my direction, it’s enough.”

You ignore this, and reach for his hand lain flat on the table. “How does this feel?”

Surprisingly, the first word that comes to his mind is safe. But that is not a safe response. “Feels—like you’re holding my hand?”

“Ugh. Just—look into my eyes,” you urge next.

“Okay.”

They don’t curve into softness like Soojin’s does. Your gaze is hard, strikes him so hard it’s almost mortifying. Then your hand squeezes his. He discovers that he likes it.

“I really like you, Hoseok,” you say, oozing sweetness in your voice. Subdued, something you were not. Hoseok wants to throw up. “So please just consider me, okay?”

He nods, speechless.

You revert right back to your previous stance and let go of his hand. It’s almost like a betrayal. Hoseok wonders why his heart is leaping. “So how was that?”

“You’re so fucking weird,” he spits.

“I’m helping you. Look. Let’s make it a thing! I’ll teach you how to be romantic and all that stuff.”

“I’m not trusting the expert of Tiger Beat romance, thank you very much.”

You ignore his quip. “You’re a good guy, Hoseok. Soojin might’ve come on a little too strong and so did you but—really! You’re a good guy! Who deserves love and stuff because it’s just nice to have!”

Hoseok sighs. It’s not that he hated the idea of being in love, he just couldn’t help but be unavailable. Pre-occupied. He said things he didn’t mean. You know this about it him.

“Fine.” And before you can cheer, he adds, “But don’t… tell anyone about this.”

“But the big scary hockey man getting slapped by the tiniest person on campus story is so—“

“Don’t push it,” he says.

“Whatever.” You snort. “Yes, fine, it stays between us. Yay! Okay. Tomorrow I have a study group so we might need to meet up two days from now, let me check my schedule…”

You grab your planner from your bag, scanning the pages. Hoseok has the vaguest feeling that he’s in trouble.

[loudlyunladylike]

Okay so I was considering talking about this bit for animal time actually, right? But then I didnt have energy so I didnt but here is my animal "hot take", I think naked mole rats are cute, 100% genuinely I think they are cute originally when I first heard of them I didnt, but I did still like them, I thought it was so cool they had a natural resistance to cancer (which it is), I didnt really find them cute until I did an art project on them last year, we drew an animal of our choosing and I chose the naked mole rat and somewhere between shading all its line I fell in live with its wrinkles and big teeth, it's a cute animal!

I dont like a lot of fan content with the song 'my r', and certainly none I've seen, I mean all fan content is really cool and usually the writing or animation or whatever is cool, but they always have it as people stopping others from suicide when it's like heavily implied at the end that it's the same girl taking herself off each day, or maybe that's just my interpretation and its affected how i view content w/ the song? Either way, intended meaning or not, because it's the meaning I get, it makes it feel weird to see 'my r' content

Stars are one of my favorite shapes because of the motion you draw them with, it's very soothing, I really like doing it and random stars on a page are some of the most common things I doodle

When I was in daycare one summer one of the teachers taught me how to make a dog wearing a hat out if the number 25 and I'm gonna try and explain how to do that through text, so first draw the 25 then draw a curved line between the top left of the 2 and the bottom left of the 2, draw lines connecting the bottoms and tops of the 2 and 5 in 25 draw a semicircle ontop of where the 2 and 5 connect at the top, if these instructions weren't too confusing and u figured them out, u now have a dog wearing a baseball hat

That's all, have a good day everybody!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ love u loudly, thanks for letting me share the random thoughts (TM) -Moth anon

MOTH, MOTH MY BELOVED I THOUGHT I ALREADY POSTED THIS BUT I DIDN'T MOTH I'M SO SORRY. For the record I said Moth could send me their random thoughts and then they sent this within like minutes, dare I say seconds. Like Moth you are oh so beloved to me I'm sorry anyways

Honestly valid!! I get that, like I'm one of those "well most animals are probably quite cute" and I like to let even the quirkier guys grow on me but I do feel like on first glance I wouldn't call these lil dudes cute. But the fact that you started to form a love for them after doing an art project on them is kinda just cute and lovely, like I love that, yeah <3

Yeah I feel like I've seen a few things with "My R" but I haven't really thought about it too much but like that makes sense, like very valid reason to feel uncomfy/have weird vibes

Stars!!!!! Stars are simply wonderful!! Doodling stars is absolutely wonderful!! Yes this this, big fan

Right I tried to draw this and I kinda failed but I gave it a google and it looks like this if any of y'all want to try!! I will probably have another go so thank you for this high class doodle concept, everyone look at this friendly guy! He's got a hat!!

Thank you Moth anon, your random thoughts (TM) have been ever so good and I appreciate you and your asks every time <333