#and staring at photos and art i like for a long time to figure out what looks nice about them

[hoofpeet]

Jake, how did you learn colors? Is there any advice you can share if you have the time? 🥺 (or just advice you yourself found online) I've always struggled with them but your coloring is just so goddamn lovely, it really brings ur art to life!

I did lots and lots and lots of studies :) But also when I find a photo with a nice color palette I drag it into CSP and do this. And experiment with gradient maps and whatnot (though you can definitely do it without tools). I think doing this is a good way to pick out what combinations and whatnot look nice together

[littlelamy]

𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

author's note: so excited to show introduce you guys to holly!reader. also HUGE credits to @rafesplaymate for inspiration. i read her glamourmodel AU and became obsessed to say the least.

holly!reader has everything the kook life offers—money, power, designer everything—but honestly? she can't stop thinking about the pogue life. it's messy, it's chaotic, and it's fucking free. she loves the way they don’t give a shit about all the fake crap she’s surrounded by. she craves the simplicity of living in the moment, without having to worry about her daddy’s expectations or some fancy-ass gala. the pogues are wild, and that's exactly what she wants. it's her dirty little secret, but she's obsessed with it.

whenever holly!reader’s old man is off doing his bullshit corporate stuff, she knows it’s her time to escape. she doesn’t need anyone else but jj. he's always ready to ditch whatever he's doing just to pick her up, and she loves that. no questions, no bullshit—just him, her, and a car ride to wherever the hell they feel like going. she doesn’t have to play the perfect kook when she’s with him. it’s just fun, no strings attached. and let’s be real, jj’s exactly the kind of guy she needs to get out of her head. sure, it’s john b’s beat-up van, and the thing probably smells like a mix of saltwater, beer, and whatever they dragged in from their latest adventure, but it’s still the best fucking ride. it doesn’t matter if it’s not a shiny sports car—whenever jj’s driving, everything else fades away. he’s the only one who can make her forget about her fake-ass world, even if it’s just for a little while.

though the kook is very popular on the island, she has a special place in her heart for the pogues. holly might be the golden girl in figure eight—always smiling, always looking flawless—but deep down? she's tired of the fake ass smiles and shallow conversations. yeah, she’s got a crowd, but it’s the pogues who really get her. they don't care about appearances or how much money she’s got. they just... live. no masks, no games. she’d trade all the glitz and glam for a night spent with them in a heartbeat. but of course, she'd never admit that to anyone, 'cause that’d be a hell of a confession.

holly!reader is a definite tease. let's be real—holly knows exactly what she’s doing. whether it’s that flirty little smile or the way she twirls her hair when she’s talking to someone, she’s always got people on edge. she’s got the looks, the charm, and the attitude that drives people insane. but she’s not dumb—she knows how to use it. keep them hanging, keep them wanting more, but never give them what they want. it's all a game to her, and she’s winning.

holly!reader gained the nickname ‘playmate.’ it didn’t take long for everyone to start calling her 'playmate.' it's that mix of innocence and sex appeal, that perfect balance between the girl next door and the one you wanna fuck. holly owns it. she’s got that glamour look down to an art, posting sultry shots of herself in the most random spots—like, by the marina, on the beach, or even in her daddy’s mansion, just looking effortlessly hot. people talk about it, but hell, she’s the one getting all the attention. it's not her fault they can’t stop staring.

holly!reader is known for her glamour photos. you know the deal—holly!reader is always posting something. she's the queen of Instagram on the island, with every photo making people want to drop everything and come meet her. she's got the glamour shots, the beach shots, the “casual” shots of her looking like a fucking goddess no matter what she’s doing. you know she’s not just posting for fun—each shot is her way of saying, "look at me, fuckers." and honestly? it works. the Cut’s her playground, and she's the star of it all.

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[sanspuppet]

👀 riding Mingi’s abs…..just saw a that photo shoot whit him in all denim, like the shirt is a denim crop and and bestie 😮‍💨😮‍💨 that would be the best funishment

MDNI ! smut

- W/T: sexual tension, abs riding, choking, fingering, squirting, sliiight degradation

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You couldn’t fucking take no more. You wanted to enjoy your date with your boyfriend that day, but you had no idea he would wear a denim crop, that did nothing but accentuate his waist, so tiny and sexy, not to mention how his abs were exposed. Mingi couldn’t have not noticed that you didn’t even looked up at him when he talked to you, your eyes seemed glued to his waist, yet he was somehow enjoying your drooling reaction. It was a long evening of you getting distracted by his hips that you needed so bad beneath you. On the other hand Mingi did nothing but secretly smirking back at you, feeling your eyes constantly down his lower body. But at the end he proposed you to spend the rest of the evening by his house, god only knows what were his purposes… well somehow you could figure them out too, and by your situation in that moment you hoped with all your heart that you weren’t wrong. In fact, you wanted to fuck him so bad, so bad that you were feeling icky about how fucking wet you were, you just wanted to take care of it by using him, or vice versa, you literally didn’t fucking care about the details. Mingi noticed it, he knew every time when you got needy but damn… you literally looked like a bitch in heat from how you were clinging to him and how you stared at him, your entire behavior screamed that you wanted to be bred badly.

When he first stepped into his house he turned around to face you, holding you by your waist as he pulled you over the living room. Mingi looked down at your short figure compared to his tall one, a smirk forming on his lips. “Will you tell me what got your attention that much, pretty?” his nose brushed yours, ready to lock you in a long kiss. You wanted him now, there was no point in teasing each other any longer, you wrapped your hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, your tongues diving into your mouths while he busied himself with unbuttoning your shirt, his movements were messy, too eager to be done properly. You did the same thing with his denim crop, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You pulled away from your sloppy kiss and placed your palm on his naked chest, his heartbeat was faster than ever. You pushed him, making him fall down on the couch, he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His tongue trailed a wet line over his lips. You both stripped down completely, never breaking eye contact.

He patted his lap, moving you to sit on him. You glanced at his huge cock twitching at his movement. You sat down on his abdomen, his erected crotch pressing against your back sent shivers of arousal down your spine. “Ride my abs baby, i’m sure you’d want to” He took your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “Say it, am i right?” You automatically started rubbing yourself against his toned pelvis, his hand quickly gripped on your waist. “Fuckin say it before doing it, little slut” You sighed frustratingly. “Fuck— please Mingi i wanna ride your abs” He pinched your cheek, his cocky behavior showing. “That’s my good girl, you can go on now.” You let out the most feral sighs and loud moans once you started moving, forwards and backwards. You felt every little hill of his abs stimulating your clit, it was impressively good, a fucking bliss. You just needed more friction but your mind was already in a blank state, you threw your head back as you moved faster, your nails dig deep into Mingi’s shoulders. He was admiring you, every single detail of you, he noticed it, and loved it. Jeez if you were such a piece of art to him in that moment. “Don’t worry princess, i’ll help you” he said when he noticed you struggling to get to the highest. He quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, gripping tightly enough, the other one moved down your core, fingering you with all of his fingertips at a fast pace. He raised your head when you kept looking down at you wet cunt. “Eyes on me pretty, you know i want you to look at me whenever you cum. Feels good huh? You such a slut, getting off to my abs”

It was then that you loosed your fucking mind, you were fucked out, your mascara was smudged all over your eyelids by your teary eyes. You whined and moaned without even realizing it. Your lips were of a cherry pink from how hard you bit on them. Your hair a complete mess. And it also was when you finally got off of your high that you noticed you squirted all over his chest. Mingi was looking at all your figure with a proud smirk, his finger caressed gently your back.

“You’re the prettiest like this”

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[lilacgaby]

DUDE I JUST HAD AN IDEA, WHAT IF BAKUGOU SUDDENLY APPEAR IN READER'S ROOM CUZ HE GOT ISEKAID? AND SEES READER'S ROOM IF FULL OF HIS MERCH AND READER JUST GOT HOME FROM SCHOOL AND SEES BAKUGOU IN THEIR ROOM AND THEY ARE LIKE 😨 (idk if you can make this into a fic <3)

it was safe to say you liked katsuki a normal amount.

as you lazed around in your room, killing time before you had to head to highschool, you stared at your normal amount of merch.

the limited edition figures, his pop collab with sanrio being right in the middle because he was just so cute. the posters that littered your wall, heart stickers placed over his face just to make it clear you're a fan.

the sketchbook that was filled of page upon page of art for him sat open on your desk, which held you pc monitor also customized with a katsuki cursor pet, and a katsuki wallpaper, not to mention your huge collection of manga..

yeah, you liked him a normal amount, you thought as your slid on your katsuki inspired shoes you got from etsy.

you set off to school, your katsuki charm dangling off your neck, accompanying you throughout the day.

meanwhile, katsuki was teleported by a villain's quirk, grunting as he fell onto the rug of your floor. he slowly stood up, slightly dazed, as he eyed the memorabilia of his around him.

he was shocked, fearful, and a mix of many emotions as he eyed the room. 'how.. how did they have these photos? and why am i in a manga?' he pondered as he looked through everything, his shoes clattering on the ground as he looked through everything.

he searched things up on your computer, trying to figure out where exactly he was. he searched up his name, and several things popped up around him. fanart, fanfics, figures, he had them all.

he shook his head vigorously, trying to make sense of everything. he searched up one thing that'd solidify his thoughts,

'katsuki bakugo quirk'

'katsuki bakugo is a fictional character--' he shut the computer down after that. so, he really didn't belong in this world, and he was in some super fan of his's room.

as he was about to plan his next move, you walked in. you didn't spot him, not until you heard the large clank of his gauntlets.

'HUH?' you screeched, dropping your bags and grabbing a taser, but eventually dropping that too when you eyed him.

this wasn't some weirdo who cosplayed as people and broke in.. no. this bakugo was too biblically accurate.

this was the literal katsuki bakugo standing in your room, watching as you malfunctioned in front of him.

"you gonna say something?"

you shook your head, realizing this was actually happening. "uh? what are you doing here?"

"i don't fucking know, was blasted with a quirk and ended up in your shrine."

she flushed. "it's not a shrine.."

"yeah, you're only missing the candles and blood and shit."

she slapped her forehead.

this was going to be a long day.

[decodedlvr]

18+

“Oh.. hell yea baby bounce on it”

You and Steve have been together for 5 months now. Met in college, specifically art class, he was forced to take an elective, anything for him to graduate. That’s when he saw you in the middle of the room.. naked. Well kinda, there was a long white sheet wrapped around you. Figure drawing was that days subject.

You seemed happy? Not at all flustered having all eyes on you, Steve was a bit intimidated, not only because of how beautiful you looked and all, but everything about you made the whole room glow. And made the bulge in his pants grow.

After class he was the last one out, he wanted to talk to you, little were you aware he was stuck behind in the room; that’s when you dropped the sheet to put your clothes back on. You both screamed in sync and he scrambled out of the door faster than you could’ve blinked.

Later that afternoon, you seen him in the library and came up to him to talk about the book he was reading. He was surprised you didn’t mention the incident, and since then you two hit it off.

He knew you were a virgin, so heavy make out sessions, mutual masturbation and lots of oral was the base of your guys relationship.

You woke up, extremely needy and horny. No vibrator or dildo could sedate your craving other than Steve. He wanted to take his time with you, telling you that you’ll know when the time is right. He made a mistake years ago losing his to quickly so in his terms, he’s doing you a favor. In your terms, he’s torturing you.

You swear he gets off on it.

You’ve been rubbing your pussy up against your hand every five seconds at work, coaxing him through sexy texts and lewd photos. Trying to give him the heads up you’re ready for him to finally fuck you. Or “make love” as he’d exclaim. same shit

He’s usually arrived home by the time you get off of work and today, you were definitely worked; panties have been sticking to your cunt since 10 this morning

“I need you now!” you shout kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag elsewhere, meanwhile, he’s wide-eyed, staring at you with a mouth full of cereal

“Pardon?”

“Steve baby please I love you so much but I need your cock in me right now, I’ve been so horny all day, I mean I can literally smell myself through my own pants right now,” you admit ridding him of the bowl, climbing into his lap, immediately grinding your hips

He scoffs.

“Baby we’ve been through this.. damn, really can smell it huh?” he replies cursing himself, biting his lip, “I thought we were going to wait? you know I want it to be special for you”—

“and it will be, please I promise I’m ready” you pout

The heavy feeling of you has him already babbling.

—“just like that baby, bounce it a little bit — y-yeah that’s it there we go,” he strains bucking, his hips up into yours, cock fully solid

“yeah? like that daddy?”—

“Don’t! Stop that.. fuck, don’t call me that, you know what that does to me”

“what does it do hm?” you lean down to nip his ear, “does it make you wanna fuck my brains out?”

He growls, moving your hips faster “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you doing this to me, fuck! keep bouncin, keep boucin that hot pussy on my dick sweetheart oh— shit”—

“Come on Stevie you know you want it, you’ve been dying to feel my pussy squeeze it, anytime with you will be s-speacial, just.. PLEASE!” you, almost in tears, begging; your thighs are burning the faster and harder you grind

“Ahhh, fuck it, get up!”, he demands angrily and eagerly ripping your pants and soaked panties off—

“Open those fuckin legs, ill make ya feel real special tonight”

reblogs appreciated

[k-zuzulibrary]

민기 s.mg

song mingi 𖹭 reader

who are you?

story synopsis: you, a determined college student, are starting fresh this semester — cutting off toxic friends and focusing on your goals, including creating your own video game when you cross paths with mingi, a vibrant and cheeky guy from your art history class, your interactions begin with an awkward and teasing exchange. as your dynamic shifts from annoyance to unexpected connection, you find yourself caught up in mingi's playful persistence and your growing curiosity about him, despite your best efforts to keep your distance.

content: typical college romance, significant hate to significant others, robotic!reader, lighthearted fluff, probably an inaccurate depiction of art majors (even as an art major myself), not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: hey! this is long overdue from this post LMAO. a small something to fulfill my carnal need for romance w/mingi. it started off as a oneshot but now i am making it a series. inspired by the kbl semantic error, so credits and all that<333

chap1 | chap2 | chap3 | chap4 | chap5 | chap6 | chap7 | chap8 | chap9 | chap10

main masterlist.

you stood in the quiet corner of the art gallery, the soft hum of muffled voices fading into the background as your eyes remained glued to the painting in front of you titled "hop." it was a striking piece — bold strokes of color, carefully chaotic, yet it held a balance that tugged at something deep within you. your heart swelled with admiration, the kind reserved for things that felt like they could tell your secrets if you stared long enough.

the small placard below the painting displayed the artist’s name in elegant script. song mingi. next to it, a phone number was scribbled in pen on the gallery brochure pinned to the wall. it was as if the artist himself had left breadcrumbs, daring someone to reach out. you fumbled for your phone, angling it to capture the number before anyone else noticed.

“that’s my favorite too,” a voice said, uncomfortably close.

you jumped, nearly dropping your phone. you turned your head to find a tall figure leaning casually against the wall beside you, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. he nodded toward the painting as though the two of you were old friends sharing a secret.

“do you like it?” he asked.

“it’s beautiful,” you replied stiffly, edging away. “i was just admiring it...”

“want a picture?” he asked, his grin widening.

you raised an eyebrow. “of the painting?”

“no,” he said, that maddening smirk still in place. “of me. with it. you know, the whole ‘art and artist’ kind of vibe.”

you blinked, incredulous. you gave him a once-over, noting the messy hair, casual clothes, and sketchy skateboard that screamed wannabe cool. an artist? not likely. just another obnoxious student fishing for attention, you thought.

“pass,” you said curtly. without waiting for a response, you snapped a quick photo of the phone number, rolled your eyes, and walked away. as you disappeared into the crowd, the man chuckled softly, shoving his hands into his pockets. he glanced up at the painting — his painting — and muttered to himself, “tough crowd.”

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the new semester was finally here, and you were ready for a fresh start. after months of dealing with toxic friends who drained your energy and motivation, you had decided that enough was enough. this semester, you promised yourself that things would be different. you had cut ties, reorganized your priorities, and — most importantly — you crafted a brand-new schedule that fit the new you perfectly.

your first class was at 5:30 in the morning, a time that scared most students away. but not you. to you, the early hour was a badge of determination. at 3:30 AM sharp, your alarm blared, and you sprang into action.

your routine was methodical, almost meditative. a quick stretch to shake off the sleep, a hot shower to wake your senses, and a mug of coffee strong enough to jolt you into productivity. you pulled your hair into a neat ponytail, threw on a hoodie and slacks, and grabbed your carefully packed bag. by 4:30 AM, you were stepping into the quiet, still classroom, where the air felt almost sacred, untouched by the chaos of the day to come.

your eyes immediately sought out your favorite spot — third seat by the window, a perfect balance of sunlight and solitude. you claimed it as yours by sheer determination, arriving an hour early to ensure no one else dared to take it. and you planned on doing that every monday to wednesday for the rest of the semester.

as you slid into the chair, you sighed in contentment, your heart swelling with the promise of a fresh beginning.

your plans for the semester went far beyond simply surviving your classes. you were building your own video game, a project that had been a dream for years. every pixel, every line of code — you wanted it to be perfect. the artwork you had admired at the gallery just days ago lingered in your mind, its vibrant strokes and unique style calling out to you.

that work wasn’t just beautiful — it was exactly what you needed. you could already picture it in your game, bringing your world to life in a way you couldn’t achieve alone (something you had to learn to accept). your goal this semester was clear: find the artist, collaborate with them, and create something extraordinary together.

little did you know that the artist was closer than you thought.

the seat next to you remained empty for the rest of the class — probably because your aura wasn’t exactly the most welcoming. you probably should’ve adjusted to your new schedule before committing to a two-hour class right after your 5:30 AM start. the second you stepped out of the classroom, you yawned and darted to where you knew the nearest vending machine stood. after buying your usual, kq energy (black coffee in a can), you slid into a booth nearby and decided it was time to phone the number. it was now or never.

it rang.

at the same time, a phone in the park rang as well. you searched the area, only to spot a familiar tall man in vibrant colors — and a skateboard. you watched as he fished his phone from his back pocket, glanced at the screen, and promptly declined the call. you checked your phone — your call had also been declined. hell no. it couldn't be him? you glanced back at him, but he was already looking at the menu, placing an order.

you let out a sigh and set your phone down, opting to take out your laptop instead. you needed to get a head start on the essay from class. better sooner than later.

just as you started to focus, a stranger slid into the seat across from you, a casual grin on his face as he tapped the edge of his coffee cup.

you glanced up, mildly surprised, "you again?"

"i’ve been here the whole time," he replied, his voice teasing, "you just haven’t noticed."

you rolled your eyes, "what do you want?"

he leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting with amusement. "i was thinking… we’ve never really had a proper conversation. you know, beyond your ‘nobody’ assessment at the gallery the other day."

you didn’t flinch. "i didn’t say that."

"you thought it, though."

"...and what makes you think we're obligated to have a proper conversation?" you asked, slamming your laptop down and locking eyes with him.

"i’m in your art history class."

"i just had art history." you narrowed your eyes. "you weren’t there. i’m sure i would've recognized your vibrance anywhere."

"aw, you recognize my vibrance?" he looked at the colors on his lapels, smirking smugly.

"i don’t like sleazes who skip their first class of the semester." you opened your laptop again, getting back to work.

"hey, i couldn’t make it. i had an interview and emailed the professor 12 days early, we’re all good." he reassured and shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee.

you paused, absorbing that information. "oh."

"oh." he mimicked you in a teasing tone. "okay. fine. so tell me, what’s your least favorite color?" his question came out of nowhere, playful but sharp.

you blinked, taken aback. "my least favorite color?"

"yeah, you know. just something you don’t like. something you’d never wear."

you stared at him, wondering if he was serious or just messing with you. finally, you sighed. "orange. definitely orange. i hate orange. my second-grade teacher loved it, and i never understood why."

he let out a low whistle. "that’s a pretty strong opinion. are you sure?"

"positive." you narrowed your eyes. "now, why would you even ask me that?"

he shrugged, his grin widening. "i was just curious. you seem like the type to have strong opinions about random stuff."

you tilted your head, lips quirking upward. "and you seem like the type to ask stupid questions."

he laughed, leaning in closer. "hey, no such thing as a stupid question. and no need to get defensive. i'm just trying to get to know you better."

you raised an eyebrow. "i think we both know you’re only doing this to annoy me."

"is it working?"

you shot him a side-eye. "unfortunately, yes." you begin typing away at your laptop again, eventually, you paused and stared at him as he fiddled with the cup holder of his hot drink. "by the way," you mused, a slight pout on your lips. "were you really the artist of the work 'hop' in the gallery the other day?"

"yeah... and I just came from an interview at nexora interactive this morning," mingi said matter-of-factly.

nexora? your dream company? for a moment, his immature, irritating image faded, replaced by a faint flicker of... something admirable.

"and," he continued, a sly grin spreading across his face, "were you the one who just rang my phone?" he dangled his phone in front of your face, the gesture obnoxiously playful as his tongue skimmed across his teeth. then, he giggled.

annoying mingi was back.

"why'd you call me? wanna work together or something?" he teased, his tone light but teasingly smug.

"no," you replied curtly, scoffing as you turned your focus back to your laptop. "not anymore..." you mumbled under your breath.

why not? you couldn’t decide. maybe it was the way he dressed like an overgrown kid. maybe it was his relentless antics. or maybe — just maybe — it was because you couldn’t bring yourself to imagine working with someone who might actually land a job at nexora freaking interactive.

or perhaps you just decided, right then and there, that you officially hated song mingi.

"no." you scoffed, your attention returning to your laptop. "not anymore..." you grumbled. why not? you asked yourself. was it because you didn't expect him to dress like a child? act like a child? or was it out of consideration if he actually gets a job at nexora fucking interactive? maybe it was because you just decided out of nowhere that you officially hate this man.

"awww! you wanted to work with me?" he pointed at himself adorably, in disbelief. "me?" he repeated innocently and pushed what little hair he had behind his ear and he smiled sweetly. "i'm flattered..."

suddenly he perked up — like a dog hearing another dog bark.

"i never caught your name."

"you'll never hear it from me." and you slid your laptop back into your pouch, you stood up and you left your drink as you dashed for the exit.

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Based on art by @rius-cave

Adam was just staring off into space, was that spiders web always there? Wasn't this place supposed to be high standards of living and be completely clean?

He hardly called multiple cobwebs clean.

Adam was snapped out of it when he felt someone lifting up his arm and getting under it. He looked down to see Angel, they had somehow become best friends. Adam wasn't sure how it just kind of happened, not that he was complaining the porn star actually made good company.

"Heyyy, beastie!" Angel greeted, he looked like he had stars in his eyes. Adam knew that look, it meant he wanted something.

Adam curled his lip. "What the fuck do you want?"

Angel blinked, he was used to Adams gruff demeanor by now so he wasn't phased by the rude question. He found that Adam liked to get to the point. He could respect that. "I was just wondering something."

"What's that?"

Here goes nothing. Go big or go home and since Angel was already home. "I was wondering what it was like for you to get railed by the King of Hell?~"

"What!?" Adam moved away from Angel to look him in the eye properly. Was he fucking serious? Stupid question, it was Angel of course he was serious. "I- No! I'm not telling you, the fuck!?" Adam was sure his fucking face was pink, he could feel it was warm.

Angel sighed, he knew it was a long shot. The guy still wore clothes that covered him from head to toe, he didn't know why he thought he'd be so open about his sex life. "Awww, it was worth a shot though, can't blame me for trying."

Adam and Angel stayed in a semi awkward silence for a moment. He thought it over and fuck it, what would it hurt?

Adam sighed and pulled out his phone. "Fine, I have a few things."

Angel brightened, score!

Adam pulled up a video of him and Lucifer going at it hardcore, he figured that's what Angel wanted to see. He played it and they watched for about five minutes.

"Holy shit! You took that WHOLE thing!?" Angel was so proud, who knew that a short guy like Lucifer was so well hung?

Adam felt pretty smug. "Impressive right?" It might look like a lot on video, but he got used to getting fucked pretty quickly. The first time was so amazingly overwhelming. He handed Angel his phone. "Here, I gotta go piss." Adam got up and left to use the bathroom as Angel finished the video.

Damn this was hot! Good thing Adam didn't want to be a porn star or Angel would be out of a job.

When it was over Angel started swiping through Adams photo gallery. There was another video and when Angel played it, it wasn't rough hard sex. It was..... Rather tender.

Oh.

Angel paused it and his own face warmed. He swiped some more and found pictures of Adam and Lucifer at Lu Lu World on top of the Farris Wheel. The first one they were just smiling, the second one they shared a kiss as the fireworks went off in the background.

This suddenly felt like an invasion of privacy.

Angel locked the phone and set it down. He knew there was more to their relationship than just sex. He could see it when they looked at each other.

To see it in pictures from a date? Gentle sex? Yeah they clearly loved each other.

If only Adam would admit it.

[exmotranny]

let me try to explain this to you.

you are eight years old. tomorrow, everyone tells you, will be the greatest day of your young life so far.

you can finally join this club all the adults in your life are in. your best friends, already joined, have silver rings to show it. they have been wearing those rings constantly since they got them, and will for another two years.

you are burning with jealousy.

you have been nervous and excited about tomorrow. your standards, obviously, are high. you dream.

in your dream, a figure behind a pitch black curtain holds out two brilliantly white hands. in between, dimly lit by the hands’ glow, is a plaque. on it is engraved your name.

up to this point, you have spent a considerable amount of time wishing to be someone else. you draw pictures of people like you- but not quite. they have similar names, similar lives to yours, but not quite. you often dream of waking up as them.

this dream you are currently having is not so kind. you reach out to the plaque–it is cold to the touch–and for a moment it resembles a headstone, and you realize you are standing on dirt.

you shiver, and the individual behind the curtain seems to grow impatient. they grab your arms in the way of baptism, which you recognize from your practice with your father. the hands are burning hot, they brand your skin, and when you are pushed underwater (you stressed about the baptism, you couldn't hold your breath without pinching your nose) you do not come back up again.

the morning comes, and you wake. the day is underwhelming as ever. you do the dunk–dully noting the marbled faces all staring at you through the glass–and come back up wondering why this was such a big deal.

your mother braids your hair, afterwards. it is a bit tight, but you don’t tell her. in some years she will do the same thing before you go to camp. you will try to kill yourself when you get back.

but i am getting ahead of myself. for now you are eight.

you take pictures with your family. in one you pose with your father, who just baptized you. you, in a white dress, new ring on your finger. you look like a bride, and you kind of are, now; eternal marriage to your loving god. your father who art in heaven.

you swear you see the red marks on your skin, from your dream, but in the photos your skin stays white, no matter how long you stare.

years later, even despite the new name and that dress thrown away, you still feel that burn. you look in the mirror and cannot decide what you see–the bride or the father. you cannot decide which scares you more.

do you get it? i need you to understand.

[nekoooooo-p]

Demo: Yandere Hatsune Miku Headcanons

art by: yanderous on Tumblr

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CW: internet stalking; (a little) gaslighting

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This is a demo, which may become a full-fledged large text, written and with a plot. Keyword MAY-..it all depends on you guys, you just have to ask me!

This is just an attempt to distract from the Phosphophyllite headcanons, since there is text there for five seconds of free fast scrolling down... and that's not all...That's why I'm stupidly tired of this and I desperately need a distraction HAHAHA

BTW, VERY FUN FACT.

Based (mostly) on real events :)

Enjoy!

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× You don't know each other.

× Do you know why?

× Because she's just a robot.

× Vocal synthesizer without identity.

× All that is known about her is known from fans and her design.

× Empty.

× ...

× She is loved.

× She's popular.

× And you also see her on community pages, like drawings, listen to music, and perhaps try to do something creative yourself.

× Of course, you didn't know just Miku.

× You knew other Vocaloids too. Rin, Len, Luka, Meiko, Gumi, Flower, Fukase - there were a lot of them, you didn’t know them all, but you heard about many.

× You began to notice that many people had a favorite. And you also decided to choose your favorite Vocaloid.

× The simplest and quite normal choice was Miku.

× But you decided to take someone else as your favorite, because loving Miku is banal.

× The choice has been made.

× . . .

× It doesn’t matter who you chose, but you dreamed about them

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× You dreamed of them fighting with Miku.

× In an old school building, two people were strangling each other. Two vocal synthesizers. ×

× It seems that the thin fingers of the long-haired girl with ponytails were squeezing someone else’s throat an order of magnitude stro

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× You woke up.

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× The dream was strange, but in the end it was just a dream - you struggled with yourself for a long time, trying to choose one of the two - and you didn’t choose Miku. That's why you dreamed about some bullshit.

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× Overall, no big deal.

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× It is vital for you to finish the project, but instead you are interested in reading some article on the Internet.

× You read the article with curiosity and look at the comments.

× People share opinions there - nothing unusual....

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× ...Until you suddenly see Miku in the book cover photo.

× You stare at this in surprise - the article was not about Vocaloids at all, just like the comment itself with the photo.

× You take a screenshot with a laugh, close the article and finally remember about the project. Haha, it was funny, Miku reminded you of your studies.

× You jokingly thank the non-existent character out loud and take out your notebooks.

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× As it turned out, you had something to thank Miku for - you were called in during class and asked to answer with almost no preparation.

× Of course, such coincidences make you even a little scared - but only if they are repeated often. So it was just really funny now.

× You told your friends about this coincidence, you laughed together and celebrated the excellent completion of the project.

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× It's funny, but one day you again came across a funny coincidence - the author of your favorite fanfic not from the Vocaloid fandom suddenly added Miku to the plot as a reference and a side character.

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× Oh , how small the world is!

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× The dream repeated itself.

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× You began to have trouble sleeping - your dreams became strange and distorted. Once you even dreamed of some outright nonsense with Miku figurines.

× You were in your own room, scrolling through the marketplace. And saw strange, unfinished figures there.

× M i k u. ×

× At one point, one of the figures independently adds itself to the basket and you laugh. For some reason.

× Suddenly the second figure does the same.

× . . .

× Then the third. Then the fourth.

× This caused bewilderment, laughter and showed only the absurdity of a strange situation.

× And then you suddenly looked at the floor behind the phone... and saw there a whole bunch of scary, unfinished, broken, mangled toys and Hatsune Miku figurines.

× You back away - and the figures keep growing and growing in geometric progression.

× You are afraid that now they will fill the entire room, and you will suffocate in this huge pile of plastic - but as soon as your back hits an obstacle, you wake up.

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× And what was that?

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× Nothing changes in your life - everything is quite as usual, the same communication, the same activities, the same living space, the same environment. Everything is calm and as usual.

× You don't pay attention to the little things.

× You see Miku a lot of places - on other people’s badges, notepads, many people ask if you know her, ask you to tell her, you see her periodically in advertisements...And this is provided that Miku and Vocaloids, in principle, were not so popular in your circle!

× Sekai must have made Vocaloids more famous and that's why you started bumping into Miku so often.

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× ..but why Miku?

× After all, during all the time you saw something definitely related to Sekai only a couple of times, while Miku in her various manifestations almost always. You even bothered to meet a cosplayer who wanted to cosplay as Miku.

× You communicated actively for some time, but then something went wrong and you quarreled.

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× ...By the way, when you almost stopped communicating, you later found out that he refused to cosplay Miku for some reason.

× An interesting coincidence.

× Somehow there are a ton of them, don’t you think?

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× One day you saw a badge with Miku on the bag of one person, with whom you later had to get to know each other better due to certain circumstances. You talked for a couple of hours out of necessity and you complimented their badge.

"What are you talking about? I've never had a badge with Hatsune Miku..."

× The confused face of your interlocutor unsettled you.

× But...but you saw!

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× what the heck?

× And this happened several times. You even thought that you had problems with vision or memory...

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× The frequency of appearances of the Vocaloid girl in your life reached the point of absurdity. After all, in addition to appearing in your feed and advertising, she was also in your real life - acquaintances, conversations, badges, other merch, unusual projects of classmates and even in fucking magazines.

× You bumped into her absolutely everywhere.

× And then at some point you decided to download Vocaloid.

× You found your favorite producer who used your favorite vocaloid, you listened to the music of this producer, and finally you wanted to make covers or songs yourself.

× You were looking for a pirated version because you didn’t have money, although you were ashamed, in a sense, to download a pirated version.

× The voice bank you found in the public domain was... Miku's voice bank!

× In general, you weren’t against it - you liked Miku, but she was somewhere in second or third place on the list of favorites.

× When you started making covers using her bank, a question arose - why do many people say that Miku is difficult for a beginner? You were great at tuning her voice. And people liked your covers.

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× ....by the way, it’s strange that you no longer come across Miku anywhere other than your feed.

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End of demo.

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[erikahenningsen]

Rejanis. Dealer’s choice. ;)

32. A kiss while someone watches

Regina barely slept last night. Actually, she hasn't slept well for at least a week. Her body feels sluggish while her brain moves fast, thoughts whipping by like she's in a car with a steering wheel that doesn't work.

She picks at her thumbnail while her friends gather into a circle, and Kyle places the bottle in the center—an empty wine bottle Regina had pulled out from the recycling bin in the garage.

Regina tries to think of a way out of this game but comes up empty; she's positive that if she protests, everyone will somehow, suddenly know.

They'll know that Regina's been spending her nights staring at her ceiling, trying and failing to think about anything or anyone but Janis. That she runs her phone battery down scrolling through Janis's personal and art Instagram accounts and her camera roll, full of photos of them together or just random photos of Janis, for hours. That last night, Regina hesitantly typed am I gay? into Google.

As Kyle and Karen make juvenile jokes about kissing, Regina gets the creeping, panicky feeling she did when she got on the biggest roller coaster at Six Flags last summer—like she's being strapped into an experience she doesn't want to have and handing the controls to her life over to someone else.

Kyle's big, boyish hand lands on her knee, and Regina jumps.

"You good, babe?" he asks, and Regina fights not to cringe like she does every time he calls her that.

"Good, all good," Regina says, hoping she sounds cool and casual. Not that she expects Kyle to pick up on any nuance in her tone.

They've kissed a few times, and it hasn't been particularly enjoyable. Kyle's lips are rough, and he presses in too hard, is too eager to use tongue. Every time, it leaves Regina with the unsettling thought that there is something deeply wrong with her.

"I'll go first!" Karen says enthusiastically, reaching forward and giving the bottle a spin.

Regina sits back on her hands, watching as the bottle slowly spins to a stop, pointing right at Kyle. All the eyes in the circle turn to her, and belatedly, Regina realizes she's supposed to give a shit.

"Watch yourself," Regina says, pointing at Karen. Everyone laughs, but there's a distinct tense energy in the room—probably because Regina knows for a fact half the people here have never kissed anyone.

Karen shuffles over to Kyle, resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning in. Karen, at least, has kissed a few people already, so she's playing for fun, not to increase the number of fingers she can put down during a game of Never Have I Ever.

The kiss is short and relatively chaste, because Regina knows Karen would never actually kiss her boyfriend, and certainly not in front of witnesses. But Regina knows she's supposed to be jealous, possessive, so when they part, Regina slides her hand into his and gives him a look.

"Sorry, babe," Kyle says sheepishly as Karen scoots back to her spot.

Regina presses a brief kiss to his lips and reaches for the bottle, saying, "I'm not watching you kiss someone else again so soon." In truth, she just wants to get this fucking over with.

Regina stares, almost hypnotized, as the bottle spins around and around. She's so focused on the movement that it takes her a moment to realize that it's stopped.

On Janis.

For a minute, Regina has no idea what to do. Of course she wants to kiss Janis. She thinks constantly about kissing Janis. She has dreams about kissing Janis. But she's spent every night for the last month praying to anyone who would listen that she could stop wanting. Stop wishing.

Regina realizes that she's been frozen too long, and Janis is starting to shift uncomfortably. The only way out is through, she figures. So she crawls over, sets her hands on Janis's shoulders, and leans in before she has time to think about it too much.

It is absolutely nothing like kissing Kyle. Janis's lips are so soft, and she tastes like the Twizzlers she had been eating. She inhales just a little when Regina makes contact, so that Regina can feel it, and it takes all of her willpower not to shiver.

This, Regina thinks absently, is what it's supposed to feel like.

Regina's whole skin is buzzing like she's electrified, and she tilts her head a little so they fit together more seamlessly. It's like everything suddenly falls into place, and she understands what she's been missing this whole time when her friends talk about their crushes.

Janis tenses beneath her, and Regina pulls back abruptly, realizing with a start that she's taken way too long. There are a few giggles behind her, and she feels her face burn hot. Janis is looking at her, wide-eyed, an expression Regina has never seen before.

Regina hears a whisper behind her, maybe Gretchen to Karen, and she has to do damage control. Now.

Regina slides back to her spot in the circle, a coy smile forced onto her lips.

"I knew she'd let me do that," she says, like she's saying it only to Kyle but she makes sure it's loud enough for everyone to hear. "She's like, obsessed with me." She smirks and flips her hair over her shoulder and she feels sick, like she might throw up all over Gretchen's Steve Madden boots.

More giggles and whispers, but this time they're looking at Janis, and Regina feels a sense of relief knowing that it won't be her they're talking about at school on Monday.

Regina chances a glance at Janis, who is looking at Regina like she's never seen her before. Regina looks away, desperately trying to think of a way to let Janis know how much she didn't want to do that without toppling her carefully crafted house of cards.

Maybe it would be easier if Janis hated her, actually. Sure, it'd hurt, but maybe it would stop these thoughts. These feelings. It's you or me, Regina tries to silently tell her.

And Regina will always pick herself.

[gorbalsvampire]

OC Deep Dive | Alistair Ruiraidh Thomas Dunsirn

What common/uncommon fear do they have? More than anything else, Alistair fears irrelevance. It's not (merely) an ego thing: he believes that politics is the art of controlling your environment, and that without access to the levers of power you will forever be at its mercy. He needs to be thought of as important and fearsome and dangerous to feel safe, and he hates the mortifying ordeal of being known. This constant tension and dissonance is probably why he's so fucking angry all the time.

Do they have any pet peeves? Wilful ignorance. Gross negligence. Sloppy operational procedures. People who can't tell the difference between whiskey and whisky. Rangers fans. Celtic fans who take the bait. People acting like they're your mate when they're not even in the same socio-economic ballpark as you. Backchat, unless he's doing it. Electric cars (ecologically sound, but why do they have to look like fuckin' spaceships?). Chelsea tractors. People who own Chelsea tractors. Most celebrities. ITV. I could go on indefinitely.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Ashtray (with a thin layer of rustica leftovers in the bottom). Yesterday's Telegraph with the crossword half done. A framed photo of Sorcha, when she was alive and still had hair and wore a school uniform for non-pervy reasons.

What do they notice first in a person? How quickly they shut the fuck up and do what they're told. Specifically, the cracks in their social armour that will make them shut the fuck up and do what they're told. Alistair's a keen observer of people and he's quick to figure out which of his many obnoxious behaviours rubs people up the wrong way.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 8 or 9, and the limiting factor there is "he's not been dead very long." He was a tough old sod when he was alive, and in death he's cultivated Fortitude as his core Discipline. Strike him down and he'll bite his way up through your boots.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn) Freeze. Flap. Then fight. There's a period of running around like an angry penguin while he comes up with a plan, but it's very, very rare for him to not come up scrapping when he has one.

What animal represents them best? A bird of prey. Peregrine falcon, possibly. Something that stares at you from a mile away and you don't even know it wants you dead yet.

How would a stranger likely describe them? "Who was that awful old bastard? What did I ever do to - I've never been spoken to like that in my life, Karen!"

Do they have any hobbies? He likes to pretend he doesn't. That might be true. Nevertheless, he still enjoys a cigar - he has a nose, it still works - and he's a slow but thorough reader (the books he's read, he understands). He doesn't have much patience for puzzles, but he's good at them. He also enjoys the music of Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, Nick Cave - you get the idea. The sound system in his personal pad is exquisite.

Thank you @crownedinmarigolds for permission to blather about the old man. You too may consider yourself tagged, by me, for this, but ONLY if you shoot me an ask requesting another character, because I'm quite enjoying this and I'd like to do more.

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

BakuDeku fic idea

Okay, so I had this idea, and it's been nagging me for like, forever, so, naturally I gotta talk about it.

So, maybe, years later, after they've gotten married and all, Katsuki is organizing Deku's desk because for all that the damn nerd is a genius, he's terrible at organizing things.

And then he comes across Deku's notebook collection, the notebooks that Katsuki would swear up and down were practically an extension of Izuku's soul.

He opens them, having seen them occasionally when Deku would get nostalgic and turn the paces, tracing the intricate lines with a sense of wistfulness, or when he would get right into Katsuki's face saying ‘I figured out where I saw that quirk Kachaan! It was here,’ but he's never flipped through them, despite having Izuku's consent to do so.

And so for the first time, he flips through them, starting from the first, of course, because Katsuki is many things, but he's no madman.

The first one is all bright and wide-eyed, filled with sketches of All Might and other top heroes, and Katsuki can't help the fond smile that spreads on his face as he sees the small doodles of himself dotting the margins of the notebook. It was like staring at a damn kindergarten art project. Deku's admiration for them practically oozed off the pages.

The leading notebooks that came after that were filled with scribbles, points and additions, edits and mentions, but it was all still pretty wholesome (and so Katsuki may have taken a photo of a particularly adorable sketch of a chibi him, with the words 'Lil' Victory upon it, so he can make it into a custom keychain, sue him.)

And then, out of nowhere, they get intense. The sketches were detailed, showing fights, strategies, and damn, even the villains. And the proud smile that grows on his face is entirely deserved, because, that was his nerd, alright. It was like seeing inside the mind of a madman but in a good way. Deku was getting serious, that adorable little nerd.

Somewhere along the way, Deku had begun to record the injuries caused by the quirks. The pages were stained with reds and purples, like some kind of twisted canvas. Bakugou winced, remembering the pain that had carved itself into Deku's skin. The scars on Deku's body had a story, and they were all right there, etched in ink.

(He hates the fact that he had been the cause of most of those scars. Hates the thought of Deku, staring at the scars on his body and copying them on paper, having been familiar with them for so long, that he doesn't even need to double-check. Hates the way that it brings tears to his eyes.)

The notebooks after that were a whole new world. he sketches were practically alive, the movements fluid and precise. It was like watching a damn animated movie. This nerd was on the edge of genius.

The points on quirks had improved too. Notes on how they worked, weaknesses, and strategies to counter them. It was like Deku had cracked the code to every damn hero he'd ever faced. Bakugou couldn't decide if he was impressed or annoyed. Probably both.

That notebook was the culmination of everything Deku had ever learned. The battles were fierce, the strategies ruthless. This was Deku at his damn peak.

He's just about to put them back, telling himself that the tears in his eyes were due to the dust when he sees the last notebook. It's the newest notebook, the cover bright and glossy.

He opens it and expects another one of Deku's meticulous quirk analyses, but this...this was something else entirely.

Page after page was filled with details about their friends, their likes and dislikes, little facts that even Bakugou didn't know. It was like Deku had become some kind of damn detective, gathering every scrap of information he could find.

And then he turned a page and was greeted by an explosion of orange and black, and there it was. His name, his figure, drawn in causal clothes, with little notes written in beautiful handwriting.

The details hit him like a damn sledgehammer. There's an arrow pointing to his middle finger 'wears a ring on this one.' An arrow to his clothes with the words 'prefers soft clothes (best hoodies to steal),' there's one pointing to his neck followed by 'wears a locket with parent's photos' and on, and on, they go. His eyes start to water at 'rich laugh' and 'bright grin.'

He pauses at the one written in red ink with the words 'softest heart' written right next to it.

This damn nerd, he knew him better than anyone else. Knew the quirks and intricacies that made up Bakugou Katsuki.

He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. Maybe, just maybe, Deku wasn't so damn bad at understanding people after all.

And if Izuku finds himself bombarded with bowls of Katsudon, well, that's nobody's business but his own. Even if the nerd cries when he sees the keychain.

[hlizr50]

Realized I didn't post this here. So if any of you missed it, you're welcome!

This drabble was inspired, once again, by the amazing art of elizianna.the.one on Instagram. Check out the art here!

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

“I have one more thing.”

To say she was a nervous wreck was a heinous understatement. Even as she and Ruhn had exchanged baubles and clothes and giggles wrapped in shiny paper and curled ribbon, her stomach had twisted and tangled until she was sure her insides would never escape the knots they were in.

Lidia had known it was crazy; fuck, it was nothing short of insanity. But as she scurried to her purse — the only safe place in the house — and pulled the flat, square box from the center pouch, a sense of rightness filled her. They’d discussed it at length, neither of them certain of their bodies’ capabilities. And after five years of avoiding all contraception, and a little thing she liked to think was fate, it was time to grab her mate’s hand and jump.

The shifter returned to her prince, holding the gift out to him. It wasn’t very large; in fact, she’d used a box that had held a bracelet that Ruhn had given her for her birthday. How could something so monumental fit into a little square no wider than his broad, calloused palm? Worrying her lower lip, Lidia watched as he pulled the wintergreen wrapping away and lifted the lid. She hadn’t sat down, couldn’t stand the waiting and definitely couldn’t sit still.

Time slowed to a crawl, it must have. That was the only explanation for how long it took for Ruhn to pull the folded paper away from the box, revealing a small photo. Gods, she would never tire of how her heart swelled at the precious little vision.

“What is…” The Valbaran prince’s honeyed voice faded as he unfolded the document, the paper crinkling between his inked fingers. Lashes fluttering as she read the words printed across the top for what had to be the hundredth time, she leaned in and snatched up the little photograph, holding it over her stomach, right where Ruhn’s eyes would find it once he’d read all the black and white.

She hadn’t expected those indigo orbs, sparkling with twinkling stars and the sheen of building emotion, to immediately find her instead. Ruhn’s stare was wide-eyed and beautiful, his jaw slack, perfect lips parted in what Lidia hoped was awe, but could very well just be shock.

“I know it’s crazy,” she started, her fingertips tapping over the little picture she held, “and it’s going to sound so stupid. But…” Her voice cracked, and the shifter had to take a breath and blink back her tears, though one managed to escape the batting of her eyelids. Looking down at her prince, her hero, flabbergasted as he may be, she was able to find her words again.

“Her name is Dawn. And… and it just felt like fate.”

Gods, when she said it aloud it sounded so incredibly irresponsible and idiotic. Who in their right mind would adopt a child, adorable and precious as she was, simply because of her name? Hel, the little bundle was Mer, for fucks sake! Ruhn would have every right to lift a skeptical eyebrow and inquire about her mental state.

And still, Ruhn said nothing. Did nothing. It only drew more explanation from her lips, the rambling words bursting from her mouth in a waterfall.

“We have a month. And I know that’s not very long. We’ll want to get a place closer to the river, or maybe even on the coast? And I figured Tharion could give us some advice, and—“

Whatever she was going to say next was stolen by Ruhn’s desperate kiss, her body trapped in the vice of his strong, tattoo-covered arms. Lidia’s shoulders sagged, releasing the tension she hadn’t even felt building as she’d plead for his understanding.

Not that she’d needed to. That much was clear when he pulled away and looked down into her eyes, his gaze full of love as his tears left shimmering trails over the chiseled angles of his cheeks.

“Her name is Dawn?” he croaked, his hand lifting to cup her cheek. The dam broke as she leaned into his gentle touch, nodding as she choked on a sob and lifted the photo between their mingling breaths. His eyes focused on the little Mer girl with her wild dark curls and chubby cheeks, then lifted to Lidia. Darted back and forth. His laugh was more of a disbelieving huff, but then he dipped his chin and pressed his lips to the picture.

“I love you, little girl,” he whispered, before flicking his silver-lined eyes back to the shifter. Pushing her hands back down, forcing her to lower the barrier between them, he murmured, “I hope she turns out just like her mama.”

His next kiss was full of promise and warmth, the hope of a future that she’d spent so many years certain she would never have. But here it was, the beginning of something new and infinitely precious. A new light, blinding as it breached the horizon.

Day. Night. Dawn.

Family.

[bloomingpresent]

Ferro Rosso Chapter IV

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Female reader digital artist older woman

Summary: on your mids 30’s you never imagine you’d be divorce. To help with the healing process you decide to return to you first love: digital illustration. Posting videos of your art online leads you to work for Ferrari. But you never thought it’d lead you to find somebody that’s going to bring you back to trust again in love.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+, explicit sex, penetration, swearing, protected sex, REVERSE AGE GAP. Minors do not interact.

Disclaimer: This chapter is long, mainly because I wanted to lay the foundation for what's to come. Inspired by the photos of Charles in the test days in Bahrain. He looked tired and sleepy all the time. English is not my first language. All errors are mine. Enjoy!

You can find the other chapters here in my Masterlist

That last swallow of coffee felt like a bomb in your stomach.

It wasn't just what you were seeing, but also the way that made you feel. The situation had been made clear last night: "Friends who work together and have sex." You agreed to that, you accepted it. And you were upset with yourself because what you were seeing was bothering you. So basically this was your problem.

Would you do the same? Would you appear hand in hand with your partner in front of the person you are having sex with? All you knew was that you were upset, and hearing your coworkers gossip about it was not doing you any good.

You finish your breakfast as quickly as possible, trying to put on a perfect facade. You don't try to catch eyes with him either. Inside you were trying to figure out how to deal with this.

Those feelings you didn't miss at all. This was supposed to be your time, with no commitments, and no complications about love or sex.

You leave the room with all your coworkers, and out of the corner of your eye you see that he is a few feets away, but you avoid looking at him.

The road to the circuit was not long. But for you it was like a journey within yourself: "If he only wants this from me, maybe he will have it, mainly because it's what I want too. But I won't make it easy for him, I won't mix my feelings or overthink things. And if he gets tired, I'll go back to being the same as always and just focus on not having complications."

You mentally sign that agreement with yourself.

The days are intense at work. The pre-season is hard for everyone. For you because it is a new job and you are learning a lot. Charles has behaved very professionally, greeting you like everyone else on the team, and commenting on things only about work. He hasn't texted you, but you assume it's because he's actually with her now. You haven't seen his girl in the paddock. 

Once again you are reminded of the contract you signed with yourself.

You were at the coffee station in the hospitality area, making yourself a coffee.

"Hello stranger" you hear behind you. You recognize the voice right away.

"Hello Mr. Leclerc, what can I do for you?" you answer without turning around. 

Immediately he stands in front of you trying to see your face. "I don't drink coffee but  you can help me with something else." He bends down to search your eyes with his eyes.

Damn you Charles, it's not enough that he looks gorgeous, he smells fantastic too.

You smile in an attempt to hide your discomfort. "What you are doing is not right, it's not even fair" you answer with a serious gesture. If that's his game, that's what you'll play too.

His smile fades from his lips "Is there something wrong?" he asks you.

You want to scream everything at him. But you hold back "I don't approve of flirting while I'm working" you lie to him.

"Okay" he says, taking a step back "It's fair, it wouldn't be good for either of us."

"I could be fired, I don't know what consequences it might have for you," you say ironically, taking a drink of your coffee.

He notices your tone "What do you mean?"

You just keep a blank stare. "You wouldn't get fired for having an affair at work, you're the star here."

He can't keep his gaze on you "Trust me, it wouldn't be good for me either." he says as he looks down.

You just nod. Both of you look at each other in silence for a few seconds. Your phone starts buzzing in your pocket. "I have to go, they're already calling me" you start  gathering your things from the table next to you.

"When are we going to see each other?" he asks, winking at you.

"I don't have any complications, Charles, if I can and feel like it, I can see you whenever I want" you answer looking for something in your folders.

"Okay, shall I text you tomorrow? After the party, the race promoter is having. Will you go?" he asks.

"Sure I'll go, we're all going." You put on a smile as a facade, he doesn't know you saw him with that girl.

Everything in the test week is work, and he is just focused on that. So during the day they only talk to each other if they have to and in a very professional way.

The following night is the reception that the race promoter offers for the teams and part of the press. It's a good opportunity to catch up with the other drivers and people from other teams.

Bahrain is hot during the day but at night it is much colder. So the reception takes place in a large room at the hotel, where everyone gets together to share some drinks, listen to some music, and chat. It doesn't matter the colors of each team.

He arrives along with his teammate Carlos, his coach, and his agent. Immediately they meet the other drivers and people from the team. The night promises to be relaxed and fun. In some requisition of his mind was that conversation from the day before. But no more than that.

After a few minutes, he sees you in the distance. Laughing with someone while holding a drink in hand.

He follows you with his eyes in the distance.

He is also enjoying the evening.

"Lovers' spat?" Carlos tells him as he stands next to him looking in your direction.

"Asshole, you can't keep your mouth shut can you, and no, we haven't fought and we aren't lovers" he answers her by taking a drink from his glass.

"Do you really think I was going to keep my mouth after how excited you were to meet her when you found out she was going to work at Ferrari?" Carlos laughs as Charles signals him to lower his voice tone. "You spent a month watching her TikTok videos and talking to me about her while we studied in the preseason". The reason Carlos knew about you was not that Charles told him, but because Charles had already seen you before you went to work at Ferrari.

Charles just rolls his eyes at what Carlos tells him "It's complicated. I'm not able to offer her anything that interests her."

"Did you guys have sex?" Carlos asks. Charles nods. "Did you like sex with her?" Carlos asks again.

"You are so annoying, mate!" Charles answers looking where you are and continues drinking from his glass.

"I'll take that as a yes," Carlos laughs. "What the hell is the problem, Charles? You like her, sex with her is good. Go get her, the rest will work out along the way, and if not, then stop seeing each other and that's it."What Carlos says makes sense, after all, he was waiting months to meet you and now that you are there, everything is simpler.

He keeps looking for you with his eyes until you see him. Smiling at you and toasting the air with you in the distance. 

You just smile. 

After a while, you're chatting with Esteban Ocon, you've had almost no alcohol. So you're in all your senses.

Esteban, it’s a fun guy, he doesn't drink alcohol, but he's the center of the group you're chatting with. You realize that someone stands next to you while everyone is laughing.

"Charles, my friend, I haven't seen you these days!" Esteban approaches him to greet him with a handshake and a friendly hug. You don't even look in his direction, You just stand there. 

Charles greets everyone kindly and joins the conversation. An occasional brush of the forearm, a smile. It's all his interactions.

It is already a little late, everyone begins to retire to their rooms. You say goodbye to everyone, including Charles. You walk towards the exit of the room, it is dimly lit. You get to the elevator door and wait. You don't think about him trying anything with you tonight. Not if he’s with someone else.

When the elevator door opens, Charles appears out of nowhere next to you. "Can I accompany you friend?" he tells you, biting his lower lip.

You take a breath when you see him there "Yes, maybe I might get lost" you answer.

Both enter the elevator. You press the floor you are going to, and you turn your face towards him, and he is standing behind you "What floor are you going to?" you ask him.

He takes your hand and turns you towards him "I'm coming with you" he tells you and begins to kiss your lips. 

You can't help but lose yourself in his kiss. You kiss him openly. Hands all over each other’s bodies. The hot breath in each other’s mouths as you kiss without restraint. He pushes you against the elevator wall, kissing and biting your neck. He runs his tongue over where he had bitten you before, and you moan. You really want this.

"I want you," he tells you out of breath.

"Charles I want you too" you no longer think about anything. More than feeling his hands on your body again.

He mutters something in French that you don't understand. The elevator door opens on the floor of your room, before stepping out, you check that there is no one in the hallway. Both of you get to your door. "Aren't you going to get in trouble for not making it to your room tonight?" you tell him while you look for the card key in your bag.

"Don’t worry about it" he whispers into your ear from behind while his hands run all along your tights "I need this", his hands now grab your ass and give it a squeeze,  as you try to open the door. 

You enter the room staggering and trying to remove their clothes. Laughter and groans are mixed.

You feel strange at the feeling of familiarity that Charles's body causes you. Is it the sexual chemistry that both have? All you know is that you want to unleash all those emotions that being around him every day provokes in you and that you can't express freely.

"I've missed these lips," he says, kissing and biting you.

You unbutton his pants enjoying his kisses "Just my lips?" you ask, dropping his pants to the ground.

He throws the pants aside, grabs your forearm, he turns you around, and bends you down putting your hands on the bed. Your ass is at his mercy. "This ass..." he says, touching and caressing you, his pelvis in contact with your ass. "These breasts..." he says, leaning down, his mouth on your ear and his hands squeezing your breast through the fabric of your clothing. His groin rubbing against your ass.

"Mmm, that feels delicious" you throw your head back as you lean against him enjoying the feeling of his hard cock on your ass.

He moves away. "Take off your clothes" he orders you stepping back and watching you.

You get up and start to take off your shirt, you can feel his gaze. Then you take off your pants, sliding them down, giving him a glorious view of your ass from behind. Knowing that he is watching you is exciting for you.

Charles's pupils dilate in ecstasy. You are a vision to him.

You turn to him alone in your underwear "Is this what you want?" you are definitely excited, you can feel how wet you are for him.

"No," he says moving closer to you "I want all of you," he tells you and starts sliding your panties down. You can see his hard cock through the fabric of his boxers.

When your panties are on the floor, he starts caressing your legs from your ankles and up."I want your legs..." he murmurs while running his fingers over your skin. It gives you shivers. "I want these thighs..." he continues caressing you, working his way up. When his face reaches your neck, he bites mercilessly, slides his fingers between your folds, and gently presses your clit.

You jump slightly at the feel of his fingers, and your hips involuntarily move forward in search of more friction. "Fuck Charles!" You moan in pleasure and grab his wrist trying to get him to touch you even more.

He looks into your eyes "Tell me you like what I do to you" he tells you, his eyes sparkle with passion. His fingers are now moving in circles on your clit. 

You moan, you're at the mercy of his fingers, and you love it. "I love what you do to me" you whisper in ecstasy.

He turns to your neck "Tell me you love how I fuck you" his fingers now press harder and move faster.

Your body bends in pure pleasure "Oh I love how you fuck me Charles!" your moans are already louder.

His cock begins to writhe in his boxers upon hearing what he wants to hear from you.

He looks into your eyes again "Do you want me to fuck you now?" His fingers slide inside you now.

Your pussy is practically dripping for him. You moan loudly "Yes!" you manage to tell him when you feel his fingers move in and out of you.

That is enough for him to lose all the sense of control that he had over you until now.

He kisses you while taking off his boxers. He quickly looks in his pants pocket for a condom.

You are already completely naked on the bed.

He opens the condom while he walks towards you, he reaches the bed, and you come closer and take his cock with your hand and start to fist it, he is already dripping pre cum liquids. He moans saying something in French when he feels the touch of your hand.

You understand that he is enjoying it and you don't stop. "It looks so good" you tell him, studying his cock up close"I can't help myself" you say and you take it to your mouth without hesitation.

He could cum just with that, but he grits his teeth to hold it back and enjoys the sight and your mouth tasting his cock.

Not only is the feeling of your mouth on his cock it’s exquisite, but the sounds emanating from your throat are also intoxicating for Charles. "Doll you're killing me," he whispers as he strokes his thumb across your cheek as his cock moves in and out of your mouth.

You like that feeling, you like knowing that you have some control over his pleasure, it's something new for you. Having been with a few men before you got married didn't allow you to experience much. This is your opportunity to push your limits a little further.

It doesn't take long for Charles to ask you to stop "Stop, stop now, I want to cum inside you" he tells you with his breath hitching.

You want him to fuck you, deep in some corner of your being you have been waiting for him to do it again, even if you don't want to admit it to yourself.

You slide your mouth off his member out of your mouth and lie down on the bed.

He slides the condom on his cock and leans over to you. "Open those legs for me," he asks.

You please him without question, that beautiful man is a sight. Standing there looking at you with so much desire in his eyes.

He brings his cock closer to your folds and rubs with the tip up and down your clit. That makes you moan and spread your legs welcoming him inside you again.

He slides into you all at once with a gasp.

"So good..." you gasp and lean back on the bed and lock your legs around his waist, making him even deeper inside of you.

This is so intimate, you are face to face, looking into each other's eyes while he is inside you.

He takes your face in his hands and forces you to fix your eyes on him. He begins to move.

You close your eyes to the pleasure. "No baby, don't close your eyes. Look at me" he tells you. You have nowhere to go, he is taking you to sex heaven with what he is doing.

"Don't stop looking at me, I want to see you when you cum for me" he tells you and he places on hand on the mattress and rises above you, allowing him access to your clit.

"God!" you scream when he starts rubbing your clit and fucking you. He is breaking you apart.

Charles feels your walls squeezing his cock over and over, your moans and how beautiful you look to him while he's fucking you is what he was looking for. Disarm you and disarm him too. 

He hadn't wanted someone as much as he wants you. And is terrifying, something new, an older woman, with more experience than him. It was something he had never imagined, you caught him off guard, just when he thought he would spend some time just having fun.

You have no restrictions on verbalizing how much you are enjoying yourself. Your legs push him deeper into you, nails digging into his arms. His sculpted body in front of your eyes is a  visual treat. Everything about this sexual act is from another world to you.

"Please, I don't want to cum yet," you ask him about reaching your climax.

Charles stops "Why babe?" he says breathlessly.

"Take me from behind Charles" you say caressing his face.

His pupils darken with desire as he hears you.

 "Goddess" is the only thing his mind can elaborate.

You quickly turn around and get on all fours on the bed "Take me please, make me cum" if you had any restrictions left, with that phrase everything went to hell. You no longer had control of your sexual instincts.

Not much to say or think. He slides inside you all at once, making you cry out in pleasure, your hands clutching the sheets.

He grabs your hips and begins with a maddening rhythm, the friction of his cock inside you is unbearably delicious.

"So so good babe... this is so good... pussy so good" he says incoherently.

You reach back towards your clit and start rubbing it gently, you don't want to finish before him. But you know you won't last much longer.

"Baby, I can’t..." he tells you about to explode.

Then you start to fuck yourself against his cock, pushing back each time he enters you.

"Merde babe shit shit shit" he grabs your hips tightly, his cock twitching inside you.

"Cum Charles, I want to feel you cumming inside me" you order him with a broken voice, you can't take it anymore either.

"Merde, mon Dieu, beau, je te donne tout..." he moans and starts cumming inside you.

"So gooooodddd" you squeal cumming too, his cock feels so good cumming inside you.

 You both collapse on the bed. The satisfaction that runs through your veins is delicious.

"Shit! That was exquisite" he mutters with his eyes closed.

You are on your stomach catching your breath. "I'm broken," you say with a lazy smile.

Charles smiles and looks at you again, there you are with your eyes closed, post sex, “Glowing” He thought for himself as he watched you.

You feel just like that, glowing and floating in the air.

Is this how you should feel after amazing sex? Or is this something else?

You open your eyes and look at him, he is smiling at you "Maybe you should go back to your room".

"Why?" Charles asks, propping himself up on his elbows..

You doubt for a few seconds before telling him. "I saw you yesterday with that girl at breakfast, I know you're not alone" you say, biting your lips.

He looks straight ahead, as if thinking of an answer. Then he just gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. You stay in bed, you put on your underwear, you're already regretting what you just said.

He returns to the room, looks for his boxer and sits next to you on the bed. "I want to be honest with you." He starts talking "I started seeing her a few weeks ago. We're not dating, we're not a couple. She's not here anymore." He tells you looking into your eyes. "If you think it will be a problem for you, just say the words and we can stop seeing each other. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

His honesty surprises you.

You take a deep breath "Thank you for your honesty." You really do appreciate his honesty, it's not something you're used to in your experience with men. "I don't think it's a problem for me." You say looking down "You mean I can see someone else too?" you ask tentatively.

Charles is taken by surprise by your question "Of course" he answers. At least at that moment he thinks it won't be a problem for him either.

"Okay. We have a deal then?" You tell him you offer your hand for him to shake.

He takes your hand, shakes it and then approaches your face and kisses you "We have a deal" he smiles at you.

What follows after that is hours of just sex. Some talk, but purely sex.

A few minutes before 6 in the morning, Charles wakes you up with a gentle touch on the cheek. "I'm leaving, I have training in an hour and I want to shower and have breakfast" he tells you in a sleepy voice.

You can barely open your eyes "Okay, thanks for letting me know" you smile at him sleepily.

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek laughing "See you later firecracker".

You can hear his footsteps walking away from the bed and when the door closes and you go back to sleep.

The new deal between you and him sounds reasonable. But what if at some point the reason no longer takes part in this deal?

Smiling but sleepy after a long night

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Hey Holly!

Will u do another question box/ask my muse sorta thing on Instagram or tumblr again? I’ve been curious about something.

What would happen if bd!jk had met Annie as the FL and cv!jk had met B? Like sort of a role switch thingy. Just wanted to know your thoughts on how things would turn out :)

Have a great day/night!

<3

I'm always happy to do another insta Q&A, i find them so much fun - i just worry you guys will get sick of them hahaha

this is SUCH an interesting question, because it completely depends on the universe they're in!

Colour Vision Universe

Byeol x CV!JK

They'd meet while Jungkook was doing colour therapy at her art cafe. She'd have a really good grasp on colour, even with monovision, just with how closely she works with the paint - Jungkook would assume she's multi. The glitter would really confuse him with monovision. His eyes wouldn't be able to figure it out, so he'd spend a little extra time staring at her which would ofc get a little confused. She'd try and help him out with the colours, but he'd find himself getting frustrated. We all know B is an acts of service girlie, so she'd spend a little extra time with him coaching him through things. She'd be really impressed by how artistic he is despite it all. They'd bond over cheating exes and how much it sucks to be an artist with monovision - but I think they'd find a kindred spirit with one another instead of a romantic connection. Funnily enough, I could actually see B with CV!Hobi.

Annie x BD!JK

They'd meet through Chloe & Jimin, in a double date kind of situation.It would turn out Jungkook knows Namjoon too (BD!Joon being a newspaper journalist is a nod to CV!!), and so they'd have a lot of mutual connections but I can't see them falling for one another. Annie would like him perfectly fine, but our girlie needs more a project. They wouldn't really have anything in common and nothing tying them together. As for BD!Kook, he'd think Annie was fine, but he'd be the kind to really trust his colours. If he doesn't have an instant spark, he'd think it was fruitless.

Bad Decisions Universe (colours play no factor)

CV!JK x Byeol

They'd meet at a gallery mixer. She'd be trying to network for her career, and he'd have a small photography exhibition. They'd both be a little sick of the rich men at the event, and would bond in the corner next to a tray of free champagne. He'd be intrigued by her - but glitter doesn't photograph well. He'd look at her and think about how much of a nightmare she'd be to take photos of. Much like the CV!universe version, they'd be fine friends, but it wouldn't be romantic.

BD! JK x Annie

They'd meet at the opening of his restaurant. It would be a few years after the BD timeline, 'cause without byeol, it takes a little longer. Namjoon will have asked her to come along, 'cause he wants to celebrate with his friends and not worry about reporting. She'd speak with Jungkook about the hardships he went through to get to this point in his life. She'd find him really admirable, and be impressed by his hard work. The thing with Annie is that she often has red lips and nails. He'd think she was really attractive, but the red would hold him back through association. She'd come in a few weeks later. Her write up did really well, and brought in a lot of business. He'd give her and her friends their meal on the house and they'd get to talking. She'd stay until closing - but Jungkook owns the place. Would stay with her by the bar area until the early hours. It'd happen a few times over the following months and one thing would lead to another. They'd hook up, and it would be great (hello? it's bd jk???), but once they got it out of their system, I don't think they'd be long-term compatible. The first sign of Hayun kicking up a fuss and Annie would be like nope, I'm out.

[starshinesluvr]

Just read a lot of your posts :D, ENJOYED THEM ALL!!!!! They made me smile. I love your art sm, IT’S A BLESS TO COME TO INTERNET TO EAT UP ALL YOUR POSTS AND ART LIKE A TASTY PILL OF POSITIVITY ^_^

Thank you for being a little inhabitant of an Internet…. You make others smile

Rrly love your view for the Riddler, YOU FEEL HIM!!!! The last mini-comic w someone sitting beside him in bus - THE BEST, I wanted for smth like that for so long. Stroking you across the head right now!!!

YOU ARE THE BEST PARTNER FOR RIDDLER FR FR, I say that as a wife of 6 husbands ;DD!!!

I really love Paul Dano’s Riddler, feelin’ him too. He is my bestie, we didn’t grow as a romantic relationship but I still LOVE HIM, my BRO. BUT YOU TWO!!!! YOU AND HIM!!! YOU ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER, YOU TWO FR MATCH I SWEAR!!!!! I can freely say, as a fan of Riddler 2022,

You are a Worthy one…. >:) FR FR!!! HONESTLY!!!!!!

Again I love your art, pls have a good day. My photos with Riddler figure to make you smile hehe

OMG I MISSED YOU HI!!!! my jaw actually dropped at your ask, i was out when i read it and i almost cried in the middle of the party i was in jkfdhsgljkdfg (IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE)

im so glad my art means so much, it actually means the world and more that you sent this!!!! i seriously just had to stare and reread a million times bc i couldnt believe it SOBSOB (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ AHHH I JUST WANNA HUG YOU URHG SO MANY HUGS THANK YOU THANK YOU IM HAVING AN ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL DAY NOW꒰๑´ᗜ`꒱*›◡‹꒱꒱ ALSO YOUR FIGURES ARE SO ADORABLEEE THE POSES OMG <33