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noeou · 2 years ago

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MEMENTOS OF YOU.

as the scariest students in the nrc, they can't help but spark curiosity in those around them when he's found with a rather 'adorable' souvenir. little do the others know they have a rather 'adorable' lover with a matching one back at home.

includes: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, and malleus draconia.

contains: fluff! romantic. overbolt gang. implied immortal lover for malleus. implied long distance relationship. reader is referred to as 'pretty.'

more like this: masterlist.

sincerely noe ,⠀my middle finger is cramping because i can type with every finger but my thumb and index. i wish i could've written more this weekend, my apologies :(

riddle : an earring in the shape of a rose.

yes, just one. at home, you have the other.

he rarely ever takes it off, only when he cleans it or goes to sleep. but even for the latter he has a spacial velvet case for it.

he keeps a simple silver earring in his other ear, because he isn't the biggest fan of feeling something on one ear and not the other.

the adeuce duo are the only ones nosy enough to ask about it, making their housewarden redder than the piece of jewlery itself.

"are you two done staring?"

riddle was sipping his tea, trying his utmost best at ignoring them. it was their whispering to one another that made it so impossible.

"uhm, yea... i guess." their eyes said otherwise.

"what is it?" riddle sighed, putting his glass down.

finally looking away from him, they exchange glances with one another.

"hurry then, speak."

"why are you wearing that?" ace asked, subconsciously tugging on his own ear.

"— and where's the other?" deuce added.

you couldn't help but wonder if the blush on riddle's face resembled that of the one he had in the moment, as he recounted the story to you.

leona : a photo of himself.

yes, he left you with a massive portrait of himself. how romantic.

he keeps a smaller one of you everywhere. in his wallet, under his pillow, in a random flower pot...

ruggie has even memorized what you look like after finding a photo of you everywhere.

when he first found the lion doing something other than sleeping, enma couldn't help but ask:

"who is that?"

leona didn't move his eyes nor attention away from your conversation lighting his face as he messaged you. but he wouldn't pass up a moment to talk about you so, he'll answer the newbie's question.

"who is who?"

enma pointed at leona's phonecase, and repeated, "who is that?"

"yn?" he asked. looking at the case as well, only you would have noticed his glare soften for a second. "yn."

waiting a moment to see is he'd continue, enma proceeded, "who's yn?"

"why is that any of you business?" leona sat up, setting his phone down beside him. answering for the, now pissed off, house warden his phone lit up with another notification from you. the heart next to your name saying all it needed to.

azul : fisher’s net keychains.

the meaning is unbelievably corny, he refuses to tell anyone what. (including you.)

he found them when he was looking for a gift to give you when he asked you out for the first time.

high on the feeling of adrenaline when you agreed to the first date, he thought that the fisher's nets symbolized how, while there are many fish in the sea, you still caught him. completely enthralled in everything about you.

it's a small trinket with his many, many keys. a constant reminder that the new bowl is only temporary. (i need to get over this fish stuff, im sorry.)

tossing the keys up yet again, looking for a gold one that looked like every other one on the chain. azul let out a huff, beyond frustrated by now. he was supposed to be on a phone call with you, but he left his phone in his office.

not a great way to end the week.

as if drawn by his struggle, a nosy eel popped out, behind him.

"whatcha doin'?" floyd questioned, examining the keys with more intent than the other.

with holding his scream, azul sighed, "floyd... i was looking for my office keys. what are you doing here it's past curfew."

"your keys are too loud."

oh.

"here they are." floyd pulled up the mini net chain, a specific gold key much like the one azul was looking for. "you always keep these to in their own ring, thank me later! and stop being noisy."

how was it possible that a simple net could leave the house warden as flustered as he was? thankfully, floyd was too tired to care.

jamil : a mini music box.

he found them at the marketplace, two that looked very different but at the same at the same time.

one had a person, hugged by snakes in the center; upon opening. the other had a man and a swan at his feet.

you can guess which went to who.

he made you pull an all-nighter with him, trying to pick music for it.

“this?” a random tune played from the antique. as tired as you were, you couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity of it.

“when you remember me while you’re at one of the prestigious schools in the land… you want to listen to beatboxing?” you were near tears at the thought of it.

“well actually it’s for you.. i’d say my first beatboxing attempt went well.” jamil didn’t look at you as he continued fidgeting with it.

“oh im sorry— every time i miss the love of my life, and i can’t call you ‘cause of our conflicting schedules, i’ll want to listen to your beatboxing.” you snatched the gadget from him with minimal force, “i’ll find something, you dork.”

vil : a mirror.

he's one that used magic on it before gifting it to you. you both can see each other in its reflection, upon request. it's not in a creepy way, it's voice locked so not anyone can look into it.

it's convenient because you two aren't cropped on your screens and can see one another whenever.

rook has walked in on him using it once and boy was he confused.

most of the time, he'll watch you do whatever in your room or just the room itself when your out. it's relaxing and soothes his homesickness.

"oh my— vil! you creep!" you nearly screamed when you entered the room, the familiar form of your lover staring right back at you through the glass of the mirror. letting out a laugh you through a jacket over the surface to cover it.

"hey! how rude." the housewarden glared at you, a silence taking over.

you tossed you bag on you bed, grabbing a seat and sitting infront of the mirror. mirroring the fairest's position.

"you're taking care of yourself." he noted, finally.

a smile returning, you broke your stare and looked away embarrassed. "you as well."

"ask me." he smiled back, softly.

only the question he asks you most came to mind, curiously you obeyed, "vil, who's the fairest of them all?"

"you who continues to plague my thought, dear. it's been a while... how are you?"

idia : plushies of each other.

he found you could make custom ones when he was looking for some of his favorite character, when he was procrastinating packing.

he has so many of you everywhere in his room, it's arguably the cleanest item in there.

the one he keeps on his lap when he games actually has a small bluetooth speaker in it, that he connects his phone to when you both call.

he also has a small one he keeps as an ipad chain, the sight of it made headmaster curious. what a great way to start the first day.

"idia shroud!" crowley's booming voice scared the introvert to something near death, if not death itself.

"h-headmaster? w-what- no- can i help y.. you?" idia asked, glancing around, nervously.

"who's this? err.. what's this?" crowley lifted the mini you with the hope of a closer look.

unable to speak and wishing he could jump into the screen of his ipad, idia decided he might just do that from now on.

malleus : a compass filled with magic.

not just any compass though, compasses that were tuned with magic from the wizard himself.

it was so many years ago that he gifted yours to you, keeping his for himself. when you found his, you couldn't help but 'decorate' it a bit.

while malleus found all the compass coated in the charms and what not of your favorite colors, he found it endearing. much unlike his caregiver who couldn't stop laughing for a week straight.

lilia helped him do the same to yours, telling your lover it was only fair he did it back.

"lilia, are you almost done?" malleus peeked into the general's room, fiddling with his hands, "i was hoping to get it back to yn as soon as possible..."

"ah, you youngsters with you impatience!" lilia didn't look away from his project, tongue sticking out at the corner of his smirk as he concentrated. "the sooner you stop distracting me the sooner i finish!"

"very well," malleus stared at lilia, equally as anxious and hesitant as he was when he entered.

you happened to run into the sight of him pacing outside of lilia's quarters, curiosity getting the best of you. "malleus, my love, is everything alright?"

looking up from his gloved hands, he smiled at you, "hm, i suppose. can i assist you, dear?"

"yes," you smiled up at him, hugging his arm, "have you seen my compass, by chance? my locating magic is failing me at the moment."

you already have the fae's marriage blessing, you can reign all hell on him now.

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moremaybank · 2 years ago

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mirror sex with jj pleaseee😩

REFLECTIONS — j.m

pairing jj maybank x gf!reader

summary jj surprises you when you two go on a romantic trip for the weekend

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, humping, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), anal play, mirror sex (obvi), language, praise kink, slight degradation kink, squirting

author's note kinda put my own lil twist on it, i hope that's okay 🫶🏻

jj masterlist

you swiped your key card over the lock, hearing the little ding that notified you that the door to your hotel room was now unlocked. you stepped inside, jj following closely behind you as he brought in your bags. the door shut behind him, and he set down your belongings as he watched you explore the room.

it's not every day that the two of you get the opportunity to spend an entirely stress-free and romantic weekend away, so jj had opted to make it memorable. sure, he splurged when he had promised you he wouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. he loved you so much, and you deserved it. point blank, period.

"j..." you whispered, eyes roaming around the room. there were twinkly lights across the walls and strung carefully around the railing of the balcony, and the view was gorgeous. it overlooked the water, the now setting-sun casting hues of pink, orange and violet over the body of water. there were three bottles of kook-worthy champagne in ice buckets and chocolate-covered strawberries decorated with precision. the king-sized mattress has rose petals sprinkled over the duvet in the shape of a heart. "did you do all this?"

"maybe," he shrugged, a casual but shy smile on his face. "you haven't even seen the best part. look up," he urged.

it was an odd request, but you obliged, tilting your head back to get a look at the ceiling of your room. when you did, your gaze landed on your reflection.

"you didn't," you breathed, a smile growing on your face as you looked at him from over your shoulder.

"oh, but i did."

you and jj were laid up in the hammock at the chateau. he had an arm slung around your shoulders as you leaned your head on his broad chest. your fingers toyed with each other's as you stared up at the stars in the night sky. the air was chilly, but neither of you even had the chance to notice because you were enveloped in each other's warmth.

nothing could beat this.

"hey, babe?"

"hm?" you hummed in response, your fingers tracing patterns over the palm of his hand.

"how cheesy would it be if one day we got a hotel room with a mirror on the ceiling?"

"that's...an oddly specific question," you chuckled, "but honestly, i think it'd be romantic. why do you ask?"

"i'm just trying to see if you're as freaky as i am," he smirked, and you laughed softly, smacking him on the chest.

"jj."

"i'm serious. it'd give us a whole other perspective," he said, slowly climbing on top of you. "just think about it...you on your back while i'm devouring the hell out of your pussy. you looking up at the mirror and watching my every move. each thrust of my cock into you, watching it fill you up from two different angles...it'd be one hell of a show," he mumbled into your neck, leaving soft and wet kisses there.

you felt your panties start to become damp as jj's words and actions turned you on, and you weaved your legs around his hips to bring him closer to you. your hand clasped around the back of his neck, bringing his face back up so you could look at him.

"well, when you put it that way, how could i ever say no?"

jj grinned in response. "i'll make it happen one day. we'll get out of here, just you and me, and we'll spend an entire weekend together just drowning in each other. how's that sound?" he questioned, his thumb smoothing over the outline of your jaw as his gaze locked on yours.

"that sounds perfect. now, what do you say we drown in each other right here?"

"how could i ever say no?" he spoke, quoting what you said earlier with a smug look on his face.

"that was two years ago, how'd you even remember that?"

"it was my idea, baby. i told you i'd make it happen, didn't i?" jj pulled you backwards until you were against his front, and he wrapped his strong arms around your waist as he leaned his head on your shoulder. "you deserve the best, baby, and i'm gonna give it to you."

you turned your head to the side, pecking jj's cheek softly. "you better get your ass on that bed, maybank. i'm about to give you the night of your life."

"that's my line," he frowned.

you didn't answer, but instead, you shoved him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. you giggled as he tugged you closer to him, and your lips collided.

jj's hands slid under the hem of your shit, fingers hooking into the material of the back of your bra. he tugged on it, letting it snap back onto the skin of your back. you hissed at the semi-harsh contact, the sting only spurring on your pending horniness. you'd always been the type of person to enjoy a little pain with your pleasure. in response, one of your hands threaded your fingers through his blonde locks, tugging on them as jj pulled you closer still, your clothed breasts pressing into jj's chest.

"take this shit off," jj mumbled, pulling at the hem of your shirt. you obliged his order, stripping your shirt off. your laced bra accentuated your cleavage and made jj's head spin. he yanked each cup down, freeing your breasts from their confinement before his lips adorned them with kisses and nibbles. he sucked soft red and purple hues into the flesh of your tits, and you rolled your hips against his. the tent in his shorts was growing. his cock firm as you prompted his arousal, and it twitched underneath your clothed core.

"jj," you whispered, your digits prying at the button of his shorts. he nodded at you, giving a silent go-ahead for you to remove them from his lower half. you yanked them down his legs when he raised his hips. "can i suck you off, baby?" you asked, your palm rubbing against his cock over his briefs.

"fuck yeah," he breathed.

you grinned, helping him shrug off his shirt before you started to trail wet kisses down his torso. you began at his sternum, making your way down to the waistband of his underwear. you drew it downward, exposing his cock. the tip was red, angry and wanting as it silently begged you for attention. your hand circled it, and you stroke him slightly.

"have i ever told you how beautiful your cock is, j? it's perfect. i salivate every single time about it, did y'know?"

you spat on your hand, lubing it up before you brought it back to jj's length. you brought your face closer to it, opening your mouth. you slapped it against your tongue, feeling the gratifying weight of it weighing you down. it didn't matter how many times you'd come face to face with his length. you were still stunned and completely cock-drunk every single time without fail.

you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, your tongue swirling around it as you teased him. jj's hips jerked, notifying you that he wanted for me. more of your lips, more of your mouth and your tongue. just the tip wasn't enough for him. he needed to feel all of you, or he wouldn't be satiated. not in the slightest.

you brought him down your throat all the way, his cock nudging the back of it each time you took him into your mouth. your head bobbed up and down as your lips created a vice-like grip on him. he threw his head back, his fingers digging into your scalp as he guided your movements.

"shit. your mouth feels so good, baby. can i come down your throat? will you let me do that?" he questioned.

your doe eyes stared up at him, softening as you silently gave him permission to do so. he grinned as best as he could manage through the pleasure. he let you slurp and suck all around him, your mouth warm and slick against his length. jj met you halfway, semi-thrusting his hips as you pulled and pulled at him with your lips. you moaned around him while taking him deeper. it was almost as if you could feel him in your lungs, and you moaned around him as he used your throat to make himself come.

"fuck. i'm right there. make me come, baby. want you to swallow me whole."

you sucked on him harsher, your lips providing a suction-like clasp on his length. your free hand came up to play with his balls, massaging them as you reeled him toward his orgasm. they tightened, his cock fluttering inside your mouth as he shot his hot ropes of come down your throat. it was hot and slightly salty, but also so jj at the same time. you could lap at him forever if he'd let you.

jj pulled you off his length and guided your face back to his so he could kiss you. he did, his lips devouring yours in a wordless 'thank you.' you blindly yanked at the clasp of your bra as you tossed it aside, freeing your breasts completely. you momentarily pulled away from the kiss, desperately trying to rid yourself of your jean shorts. you finally dislodged the button, unzipping them and tugging them down your legs along with your panties.

"will you fuck me, daddy? i wanna watch you fill me up," you begged, your bare core grinding against his cock after you climbed back on top of him. you bit your lip as the stimulation to your clit raked through your body. your movements soon became relentless as that familiar pleasant feeling grew more and more present.

"baby. if you don't stop, i'm gonna come before i even get inside you," jj grunted, grabbing your hips in an attempt to halt your grinding. you whined at the loss of your pleasure because you craved that high you were chasing. "shh. it's alright, pretty girl. i'm gonna take care of you, i promise."

he changed your position, laying you flat on your back as he propped your head up on the lush pillows. his fingers ran down your inner thighs, causing goosebumps to form in their wake. he inched closer and closer to your cunt, and your clit throbbed as your blood rushed to it. you yearned for any sliver of friction jj would grant, and as if he knew your exact thoughts, his thumb teased your entrance. it gathered up your slick, smoothing it over your folds and all the way up to your bundle of nerves. his circled it delicately, sating your ache only slightly. he slipped his middle finger inside of you, stroking in and out as he continued his work on your clit.

"can you do something for me, princess?"

"anything, j. anything."

"i want you to watch us in the mirror. watch as i bury myself in you. watch as every ridge and vein of my cock strokes your pussy until you can't take it anymore," he rasped, pushing into you inch by inch. "your pussy swallows me so well. i wouldn't give a fuck if you kept me inside of you forever. i'd just spend my days filling you to the brim with my seed. get you all knocked up and pretty."

jj didn't move, letting you adjust to his measurable length. you could feel it throbbing inside of you, each pulse matching up with the beats of his heart. he threw his head back as he got accustomed to your pussy.

you looked up at him in the mirror, watching as the sunset light from the balcony door highlighted the high points of his face. he was so beautiful, all uniquely carved and striking. you burned the image into your memory, never wishing to forget just how majestic he looked in this moment.

"move for me, j. gonna be your good fucking slut. make me fall apart for you," you urged, your hands running down his chest.

jj started to move, his cock slamming against your cervix with a slight sting as he fucked you. his hands groped your tits, squeezing them needily as he rutted into you. he gritted his teeth, the gratification of your cunt around him sending chills down his spine.

"tell me how i make you feel, baby girl. beg me for my cock, i wanna hear it." his hips picked up the pace further, your flesh smacking together with each thrust.

"i need your cock, baby. can't live without it. pound me harder," you pleaded. you felt his lust take completely take over his actions, and his cock rammed into you. you knew you drove him crazy when you spoke to him in that manner, begging and begging until he snapped. he was fast-approaching that state, and you wanted to see him break.

"i love when you use me, jj. force me to take your cock and until i can't breathe, make me fucking take it. tonight is all about you. this pussy belongs to you, j. it's all for you."

"yeah?"

"mhm. fuck, look at that," you spoke, motioning up to the mirror. "you see that, baby? see how my pussy takes all of you? you're so good for me, filling me whole. love you and your cock so much."

jj's hand came up to your face, and he pushed his thumb into your mouth, letting you lap at it and drench it with your saliva. once he decided it was enough, he brought his hand underneath the place where you two were connected. his thumb probed at the entrance of your puckered hole, and he sank it in slowly. a new wave of pleasure coursed through your veins at the added penetration.

you gasped at the sudden intrusion, your hands gripping onto his biceps with a strong grasp as you melted underneath him. you were slowly turning into putty in his hands, letting him act as he deemed fit. you'd allow him to do anything to you, anything that granted him even the slightest bit of satisfaction.

"ruin me, jj. make it hurt. i'm so fucking close."

jj pulled out of you just as you felt your orgasm starting to wash over you. you whined loudly, hands gripping at him as you tried to feel him again.

"not yet. not finished with you, baby."

jj leaned back against the pillows to your side, and he tugged you on top of him. your back was flush against his front, his legs caging around yours as he sank you down onto his cock. you threw your head back against his shoulder as he began to move again. his hand clutched around your throat. he kept your gaze on his in the reflection of the mirror.

"look at you. my own fucking sex doll. you're so pathetic that you'd let me do anything i wanted to you, isn't that right?"

this new position drove you up the wall. his cock jammed against your g-spot, the curve of him nudging you deliciously. your hands hooked under his own, wrapping around his biceps once more as he fucked you. you were already on the verge of crying when he brought a hand down to rub at your clit viciously.

the view from the mirror was a different type of erotic, one that the two of you had never experimented with up to date. it was like watching a film, one that had you on the edge of your seat; one that you never wanted to look away from in fear that you'd miss a vital moment.

"don't stop, jj. oh god, please don't fucking stop. i'm right there."

"yeah? you gonna cream all over my cock, baby?" his hips fucked up into you relentlessly as he poured all his energy to destroying your cunt. you nodded, your eyes locking on his as you bit down on your bottom lip harshly.

"oh, baby. e-even better," you spoke. you squealed, finally feeling your orgasm take over. your release squirted out of you, and your juices poured out onto the sheets below you. it coated jj's fingers as well, the ones that had previously been massaging your clit. he brought them up to your mouth, stuffing them inside and letting you taste yourself.

"how d'you taste, pretty girl? so fucking sweet, right? nothing is as sweet as you." his hips began to jerk as he approached his own high. your hand reached behind you, gripping the back of his neck as his teeth bit into the flesh of your shoulder. you felt him shoot his hot come inside of you, filling you with a warm sensation.

eventually, he halted his actions, pulling out of you slowly as you both laid together, trying to catch your breath. you turned your head, your forehead leaning against the crook of jj's neck. you listened to his heartbeat, and you felt it thump-thumping at the skin of your back. his arms weaved themselves around your waist, holding you tight as you both relaxed.

you grabbed one of his hands, interlocking his fingers with yours as you brought them to your lips. you kissed his knuckles, lingering for a moment before holding that same hand to your chest.

"thank you so much for this. i love you," you said.

"...you don't think i'm done with you, do you?"

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pagesofkenna · 3 years ago

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I've tried like three different apps and various websites and youtube videos, and everyones trying to simplify the 한글 consonants down to just 'what latin letter this tends to sound most like' when what i really want is someone to go through and tell me what my mouth and tongue and throat are supposed to be doing for each one

like ㄹ isn't '/l/ but sometimes /r/ in these specific cases!' its a very specific sound that I can make sometimes when I'm reminded of where my tongue is supposed to be, and having pronunciation guides try to tell me when an American ear would hear it as an 'r' is just defeating the objective of me trying to get it consistently right

#maybe i'm being too prescriptive about this or something?? maybe its more important to just get a general idea #and get the correct pronunciation figured out later?#but i took like one semester of a history of english language class with a professor i absolutely hated #and he didnt do a great job at teaching me personally the older pronunciation forms of english #but i remember him specifically talking about mouth shapes and how sounds changed over time because how people made the sounds #changed over time #and idk. i think ever since then i've been very aware of that? sounds are made intentionally by the organs we use to speak #when we've been speaking our whole lives its second nature but new sounds have to be made in new ways #i cant just coopt an old sound in place of a new one i'm trying to learn yknow?#im trying to memorize the consonants right now - i think i'm actually doing OK?#but it helps that they have names and are grouped into mouth-shape groupings #also i have an intense desire to make flash cards #i havent made flash cards for anything since i was twelve

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ohforfluffssake · 3 years ago

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Jacob's No Pressure Guide to Learning How to Enjoy Art Practice

DISCLAIMER: I own none of this. All of it is just an abridged version of the Drawclass (link: Drawclass 04/29/2022: Jacob's No Pressure Guide to Learning How to Enjoy Art Practice - YouTube). Please watch the video for the full experience, context, and nuance.

So, recently Jacob Andrews from Drawfee taught a class on how to practice art without putting too much pressure on yourself, and honestly, it was excellent. Do give it a watch if you're also facing a wall in getting started on art practice (also subscribe to their channels and support them on Patreon for more excellent content :D). Since I don't really have a good memory for basically anything, I did what I usually do to memorize stuff: I made notes. This blog post is basically just for me, but I'll be glad if it helps other people too. (again, all credit to Jacob and Nathan for the excellent Drawclass).

The Rules

Rule #1: Pick any 5 days during the week to practice. Take your break days whenever you want.

Rule #2: Set a minimum time for each day that is easily achievable. Continue drawing after that only if you feel like it.

Rule #3: If you miss a day, it doesn’t matter. Just try again the next day. (Avoid thinking of it as maintaining your “streaks”)

Rule #4: Do NOT try to do a good job (Practice is INPUT). The only judgment you get to make is if you drew or not.

Rule #5: Focus on something you want to improve on each week. It can be as general or specific as you want it to be.

The Schedule

Day 1: Draw from imagination to the best of your ability

the aim is to get warmed up and also to get a baseline for the week

Jacob’s Example: Jumping poses, 15 minutes

Day 2: Speed sketching

numerous and fast drawings from reference

Fast is subjective, whatever feels comfortable for you (the upper limit is 3 minutes, Jacob does 30 seconds to 1 minute)

Not going for detail, just capture the structure and vibe, as fast as you can

No need to even save it

Jacob’s Example: 10 minutes, ~1 minute for each reference photo (reference photos from Pinterest)

● Nathan’s sketches from the same reference photos:

Day 3: Reference drawing

Pick references (the number is up to you) and spend a little more time with each one

Capture details and complexities this time (like if day 2 was poses, then in day 3, try to capture musculature or folding of clothes etc.)

Doesn’t have to be a one to one copy, you can stylize

Another thing you can do is lower the opacity of the reference image and place your sketch over it to see which areas need improvement. In case of Jacob’s example, he mentions that the torso and legs are too short (areas of improvement which he was already aware of, so in general he tries to keep those in mind while drawing).

Nathan’s sketches from the same reference photos:

Day 4: Style study

Take a look at how professional artists portray the topic you’re studying

It helps you to develop shorthands and your own style

Pull up references and try to imitate to the best of your ability

Can also draw over the reference pics to understand the shape language and flow (but don’t simply trace the drawing)

Also try to notice shapes made by the negative space

Basically don’t mindlessly copy, this is “active copying”

● Nathan’s:

Day 5: Draw from imagination again

Put together what you learned throughout the week

Compare with day 1 (hopefully, you will notice improvements)

Changes will be incremental, don’t be discouraged!

Jacob’s example: 10 minutes of free drawing:

● Nathan’s:

I hope this was helpful. Good luck with your art practice!

#drawfee #art tips #jacob andrews #nathan yaffe #julia lepetit #karina farek #art #drawing #practice #long post

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soursvgar · 2 years ago

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How would you meet them if they were human? ♡

A/N: this idea was laying in my drafts for awhile, i haven't been around much lately so i don't know if it's been done before, but i sort of combined my ideas of what job would they have as humans and how would mc meet them if they were humans, i hope you all enjoy! ♡

Demon brothers x gender neutral reader ; fluff

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ ━ Lucifer ━ ෆ

Terribly confused, you wander through the seemingly unending hallways of your new institution. You could swear you've walked through those same corridors for the third time in the past hour, merely searching for your next class - whoever handed you those dated maps has got to find a more suitable job because you are officially lost. Contemplating to just cut class altogether and give up on the whole freshman fiasco, you set camp on a misplaced bench, figuring nobody is coming to your aid at this point.

"Well, what do we have here, a lost sheep?" The voice is deep and tender, carrying what's left of your attention span to it. You notice the tall figure's tailored outfit, worried at the possible misconception at first, before you decide you are too tired to care whether he believes you, or assumes a different reason for your absence. "Come on, tell me where you have to get to and I'll guide you to it. You're not the first student I've found lost in these halls." He stretches his hand towards you with a smile, and suddenly, all of your worries seem to fade.

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ෆ ━ Mammon ━ ෆ

The crisp air slither through the gaps in your garment, making you shudder and tighten the scarf around your neck; if there's anything you desire in this chilly early morning, it’s a hot cup of coffee to hold snug between your fingers. Not being welcomed by your name upon your arrival causes you to peek behind the counter to spot a new barista brushing back his silver hair in frustration, brows furrowing as he helplessly scrubs off a stain while trying to memorize a costumer's complicated order.

"It was medium decaf soy latte, extra shot of cream and two vanilla pumps. They order it every morning, don't worry, you'll get used to it." You approach with a chuckle; the latter responds with a sigh of relief as he frantically notes down your words. "It's a shame ya don't work here instead, my boss is extremely unhelpful-" His sentence is cut short when his eyes meet yours, lingering for a moment with his lips shaped into a perfect 'o'. "I-I'm Mammon, I'm actually a model but I work here part time- could I get your order, with your name and- your number too, maybe?"

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ෆ ━ Leviathan ━ ෆ

You have been forging your hobby for quite a while now- gaming had been a passion of yours since a young age, and as the years passed you've grown better and better. The time has finally come for you to enter a professional competition, but once you pick up the courage to register, your connection fails you. Frustrated, you make your way towards the nearest internet cafe, praying your confident remains by the time you arrive.

Once seated, you take a glimpse at your neighbor's screen as you recognize the familiar colors, and your guess is indeed correct- he is signing up to the same competition as you. Your gaze shifts to the figure frantically typing and a pink hue spreads across your cheeks at the scenery, you did not expect him to look this cute. "Um- Excuse me..." you immediately regret the spark of courage that flushed through you, because now his eyes are on you, and you swear your voice is about to break. However, the latter is quicker to respond. "Are y-you talking to- to me?" he questions, looking around to make sure the two of you are the only ones inhibiting the cafe at this hour, his appearance just as sheepish as yours. "Y-Yes, I see you're registering to the same competition as me." you mutter bashfully, lowering your eyes as the contact was spreading fire to your cheeks. "I was wondering... if you'd want to be my teammate?"

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ෆ ━ Satan ━ ෆ

As an avid book reader, you couldn't be more excited about your favorite author going on a book tour for his new release. His identity was kept a secret, and his appearance in events was scarce- many people claimed to have met him, but none had any evidence to back it up; You were determined to be a different case. However, disappointment is not late to follow as you are met with a cancellation notice, and a staff on the author's behalf shows up to market the book instead. Disheartened, you trudge through the library's halls to divert your mind off of your despondency, fingers lightly brushing over the hard covers as you walk past the shelves.

"I heard he never comes to his own events, very unprofessional, if you're asking me." You pause when a stranger address you, looking up to see blonde locks peeking through a hat. "His books are not even that good, honestly." the male shrugs before returning to the book in his hands. "Well, I'll have you know he's actually my favorite author. If he chooses not to reveal his identity, that's his right to do so." You reply, astonished by the sheer nerve and disrespect. "Hm, can I see that? Maybe I should give it a second look, since you think it's so good." He closes the book in his grasp and gestures towards the one in yours, scribbling something inside as you hand it to him before taking his leave. Confused, you open the cover to inspect the inscription. "I'm happy to hear you enjoyed my book; here's my phone number- give me a call sometimes so we can chat. -S."

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ෆ ━ Asmodeus ━ ෆ

You've always had a pull towards art and design, and your recent form of artistic expression is manifested through your nails- you've been enjoying coloring and decorating them with little drawings. However, the workload of your day to day life had been burdening your creative spirit, making you feel like you require a nudge in the right direction. With the recommendation of the internet, you decide to visit a trending independent nail salon and hopefully catch some inspiration while you get your nails done.

"Come here! Sit down, beautiful." Cheerfully, you are greeted by an angelic looking artist, his luscious pink curls outlining his flawless features, leaving you mesmerized enough to forget your own introduction. As your appointment progress, he lets you in on his secret gig as a junior fashion designer to advertise his brand, but also because he has the talent of picking a fresh face out of a crowd- or so he tells you, with a wink. In return, you share your own artistic endeavors, watching as he curiously tunes in, clearly wanting to hear more. "Just to be clear, I don't click like that with all of my clients." He offers a whimsical expression, but his nervousness shows through his stiff body language. "I really enjoyed talking to you, how about we see each other again, after hours?"

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ෆ ━ Beelzebub ━ ෆ

"You deserve it." Failing to convince yourself, you take an anxious glimpse at your bank balance. For some time now, your friends had tried to convince you to accompany them to the hottest new place in town- an exclusive gourmet dining experience, drinks included, but the prices were keeping you at bay. A long, exhausting week was all it took to finally drive you to make a decision, though, stepping inside alone has you feeling a bit under dressed for the occasion, and your antsy attitude doesn't slip from the servers’ eyes.

"My name is Beel, I'll be your waiter today." A handsome redhead greets the group, eyes seemingly stalling on you for a just a promptous second. At first you thought you are misreading a mild coaxing towards a big tip, but around the third free entrée you assume the accidental brushes while delivering your food were, in fact, quite intentional. You decide to try out your luck, conveniently forgetting your coat on the chair when it's time to head out. As you return, your waiter is waiting where you left him, your coat hanging on his arm and his chiseled face graced with an expectant expression. "So, I'm actually also an aspiring chef- when I'm not waiting tables. Those extra dishes I let you sample were off menu, and my own doing. Would you like to maybe... meet up sometimes, and try some more of my cooking, just the two of us?"

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ෆ ━ Belphegor ━ ෆ

It was a rare occurrence for you to experience a day where you had no responsibilities to attend to, and simultaneously, said day brought upon it not a single cloud in the sky and a sun that shines exceptionally bright. The urge to take a walk outside and feel the graze of nature over your skin is unavoidable, leading you to find yourself alone in the nearest park, enjoying a cherished moment of relaxation. Hearing a sudden purr, your eyes are met with the slanted pupils of a stray cat and your body acts on its own as you lean down to pet it. The feline refuses, and instead, meows at you before it trails off in a different direction, stopping once as if it grants you permission to follow.

"Ah, there you are, I was looking all over for you." Confused, your gaze follows the voice as you watch the cat being picked up into an embrace. "And you made a friend?" Now intended at you, you blink as a warm pair of arms brush against you, offering you the animal cuddled within their hold. "I'm Belphegor, by the way. I volunteer at the local cat shelter because they let me take naps at work." The stranger chuckles. "And I believe my cat had just chosen you." Looking around, you notice several cats perched at the man's feet, basking in the sun and enjoying the warm weather. "If you want, you're more than welcome to join us on our little-" He pauses, smiling shyly. "Cat nap..."

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Bitter Sweet Goodbye - RDR2 - You Die In Their Arms

Imagine you, as their lover, die in their arms (Fem!Reader)

Characters: Arthur, Charles, Micah, Dutch, Hosea

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence and character death, mentions of Chapter 4, use of Y/N and L/N

If anyone has any writing requests or want to see any other characters/scenarios please let me know! :D If you rather read it on AO3 it can be found here! ______

Arthur

This couldn’t be happening. Arthur would have laughed at the absurdity of it, really. If he weren’t so choked up by the gnawing realization that you weren’t going to make it. Micah had insisted on pulling another O’Driscoll bust. Stealing the mother-load from a bank transport wagon the rival gang had their eye on. “C’mon Arthur. After what they did to you and Kieran? They deserve it.” He coerced you both into it. “And Y/N is a quick shot. In and out, easy job.”

You were excited to fuck over the Irish gang. When Arthur returned half dead on his horse you were in shambles. Heartbroken over seeing your lover at death’s door. “Let’s do this!” You exclaimed. “Let’s make their pockets hurt.” Just as Micah had pointed out, you were quite experienced. You had been running with the gang for a long while and your talents were admirable. Hell, you even saved Arthur from getting shot a few times.

“Okay.” He agreed reluctantly. “Let’s go.” He didn’t trust Micah but if you were there… Well… The job would probably be fine.

Arthur should have known by now it was another setup. After the O’Driscoll boys strung him up in that cellar he should have known… After Sean’s head was blown off during the blood feud he should have known. When he saw you fall from your horse everything clicked for him. The world slowed as he watched the horses of the men behind you trample your limp body mercilessly into the dust. The O'Driscolls outnumbered the three of you greatly and it was clear they were out for blood. Arthur shot every single one of them with little hesitation, leaving behind no survivors.

Micah rejoiced while the dirt cleared from the air. “Whoo-hoo!” He laughed, sliding from his saddle to loot the O’Driscoll corpses. “They got some good money!” Micah gazed up, tilting the brim of his hat while scanning the area for you. “Shit-” He breathed. Your horse was dead and you… Well, he could tell by the way Arthur dropped everything to rush to your side that something not so good probably happened.

Arthur noticed you hadn’t moved in awhile. By the time he collapsed by your side and held you in his arms he was able to take in how much you were in rough shape. Arthur swallowed hard, watching you gurgle on your blood and gasp, struggling to breathe. “Arthur-” He winced when the broken sound of your usually sweet voice reached his ears.

“Shhh, Y/N. Save your energy. It’s gonna be okay, we’re gettin’ you outta this.” Though they were meant to be soothing, his words were desperate. A silent prayer to whatever god above had long abandoned him and his friends, and now his lover who was suffering badly. Arthur knew you wouldn’t make it to camp. Shit, you probably wouldn’t even live long enough for him to get you both on his horse. All he could do was hold you in his arms. Memorizing the weight of your body against his. The warmth of your skin and how beautifully you always looked up at him even in your last few moments.

Despite the drying blood coating your bruising face you were still the most ethereal being Arthur had ever laid eyes upon. He could have laughed right then and there. He could have cried. He could have begged; ‘No! Not Y/N too. Please- take anyone but Y/N! Take me instead!’ but who would listen? The universe never answered his prayers or his pleas. Surely the universe would be quiet today too.

He didn’t want your last moments to be scary. Instead he pet your hair, kissing your lips while trying to make sure you were laying in a comfortable position. It wasn’t easy since your ribs were shattered but it was all he could think to do. “Guess what?”

“What?” Your voice was barely just above a whisper.

“I wanted to tell you earlier, but… We finally have enough money to get ourselves a nice cabin out West. Just you and me. Maybe we can get ourselves a dog. Doesn’t that sound nice?” It was a lie but it was also a beautiful dream.

“Mmmm.” Your breaths were shallow now. There was a smile growing on your busted lips. Arthur’s heart sunk as he watched your eyes flutter shut. You looked so exhausted. Ready for eternal rest. Never had he felt such heartache. “It does sound nice. I really….. really want a dog.”

“I know you do, sweetheart. I know.” His voice trembled, finally giving away his emotions. When your breathing slowly came to a stop he pressed your foreheads together letting out a soft anguished cry. ‘I love you.’ He wanted to say, but who would listen? You were gone. The whole world fell silent. The birds didn’t chirp, the coyotes didn’t bark, and Micah Bell somehow had enough wit to him to give you both privacy in your final moments.

Arthur held you until the sun had long set and your body was growing cold. He couldn’t let go – wouldn’t…. Until Hosea finally came and squeezed his shoulder. “Arthur, my boy… I’m so sorry. Micah told me everything. Charles and I are here to help. Let’s let Y/N rest.” Slowly, Arthur uncurled from you, reluctantly passing your body to Hosea. Even as you were taken away he stared blankly at the spot you had been before slowly staring up at the twinkling stars above. Finally, he laughed. A cold hard grief filled laugh that was as heavy as his heart and mind.

“This is it for us.” He murmured, taking out a cigarette. “None of us are long for this world now.” Lighting it between his lips he flicked the match away then took a long drag. “I’m sure I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.” The breeze pushed back his hair while he smoked. Just taking in the scene before him. This was a scene he’ll never bear to draw in his journal. A scene that he’ll carry, burned into his memory, to fuel him until he too takes his final breaths.

Arthur Morgan stood. Covered in the blood of the only person who had genuinely loved him for who he was. In the blood of the most beautiful human being he had ever had the privilege of sharing life with. He carried his trembling body to his horse. “Follow me. I know where she’d wanna be laid to rest.” __________

Charles

Charles took you hunting in the Grizzlies West, an activity you and him have done a dozen times together if not more. Pelts were needed to upgrade things around camp and to keep everyone warm, it was a simple task. You were an experienced hunter and he loved spending quiet lazy days with you out in the mountains. That was, until today.

You had tracked a moose to cliff overlooking a nearby river. “We’re close.” Charles admired the snowflakes shimmering in your hair as the sun moved through the trees. The day had been long and you two were wrapping up for the evening. Just one last catch…

Then, you were suddenly gone.

Charles blinked in confusion. It happened sp quickly his mind struggled to make sense of it even as the loud SLASH of your body hitting the frozen water reached his ears. “Y/N!?” Charles rushed to the ledge, watching you scramble to catch onto a rock since you were swept away by the deadly current.

He wasted no time in mounting his horse, riding fast and hard to catch up to you long enough to toss you his lasso. “Y/N!” He tried hard to call your name over the rushing sound of water. “Y/N grab the rope!”

You coughed and sputtered, flailing wildly. You couldn’t see anything in the water, the current dragging you under every few seconds. “Charles!” You sobbed out. Finally you felt something wrap around your wrist. Charles managed to throw his lasso just right for you to grab onto. The frigid water bit into your skin like a thousand stinging needles while you were being pulled to the bank.

“You poor thing.” Charles breathed, gathering you into his arms once you were close enough for him to grab. You were half frozen and turning blue with hypothermia. Teeth chattering and shaking so hard you couldn’t even speak. Your skin burned so badly your brain was begging you to rip it off. The cold was a shock to your system, all you could to was press helplessly against your lover’s warm chest. Never had you felt such pain.

Charles did the best he could. He knew he had to get you warm or else…. Luckily you were close enough to Colter, he was able to bring you there quickly. Returning to the spot was bitter sweet. He set you up in the warmest cabin, stripping your wet clothes off. Charles then covered you in his coat and the furs you two managed to collect earlier. Finding dry firewood was a struggle so he ended up burning little kindling with paper from a book and some fat from an animal you both killed.

“S-s-so c-cold.” You whispered. All of your energy had depleted trying to keep your body warm and now your eyes were growing heavy.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’ll be warmer soon.” The fire really wasn’t heating fast enough. Charles gathered you in his arms again in an attempt to share his warmth with you. He could tell you weren’t doing well. Even if he could bring you into the warmest place possible you probably weren’t going to make it, you had been in that water for far too long. He tried not to let that get to him. If he ignored that fact, maybe it would disappear from existance and you would be okay.

Charles brushed the hair from your face, kissing your forehead. Your head rest against his chest and he stared into the fire as he rocked you gently. He was silent for awhile, trying to conjure ways to save your life or to ease your suffering. Nothing came to mind and Charles was beginning to feel terrified. “Don’t go to sleep.” He whispered, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I’m trying not to.”

Oh, your voice was so strained and weak. Was this the last time he’ll ever hear you speak?

“I love you.”

Charles swallowed hard. He looked down at you again, searching your face with desperation. “I know. I love you too.”

“I know.” You teased him, snuggling up to your lover one final time. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Y/N…..” His brow furrowed. A part of him didn’t understand why you were saying these things while the other half was realizing the reality and severity of the situation. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He held you tighter as if that would somehow keep you bound to this world. “Always.” He whispered. “Now and in the future.” Please… please let there be a future…

You didn’t answer. Your eyes were shut peacefully and your breathing began to fade. Feeling helpless now that his best friend was slipping away in his arms, all Charles could do was silently cry. He kept rocking you, singing a lullaby his mother had sang for him as a child. He wanted you to go peacefully and well loved. It was the least he could do.

Only hours ago you both were on top of the world. Enjoying each others company. Giving thanks to the animals you hunted. Only this morning he woke up to you in his arms kissing all over his face while giggling. And now…. Now you were gone. In his arms, yes, but not really here at all. He’ll never see you again.

Charles sobbed, his whole body shaking as he clung to you. He wasn’t ready for you to leave. Not like this… He stayed with you until the sun rose and a new day broke. Placing one final kiss to your lips he carefully bundled you up in the pelts and brought you to his horse. It was too cold up in Colter to dig a grave and he wanted to place you somewhere beautiful. Somewhere meaningful. The ride down the mountain was slow and painful. Charles sang sorrowfully his lullaby the whole way.

After that day, Charles no longer found any peace in hunting. It only brought memories of you. ____________

Micah

Micah had a hard time loving people. Letting people in. He was shown from a young age that love was a weakness and he was a survivor. That was, until you came around and somehow tore down those walls. With you in his life he was calmer, milder, less likely to shoot up a town for looking at him wrong. If he had to do a job you were always right there by his side.

Micah didn’t consider this might be a setup. He thought it was just another day out and easy money. A house robbery where the occupants had recently come into some decent cash while gambling in Saint Denis. However, they were simple country folk and seemed innocent enough. The wife was supposedly away visiting her sister with their children and the husband was fast asleep. Easy. Sneak in, grab the money, sneak out. Maybe steal their carriage. Something you could probably handle on your own but Micah thought the two of you riding off into the moonlight with pockets overstuffed with ritches was rather romantic.

It was an ambush.

You found the cash effortlessly just as assumed. There was a book here you picked up and glance at, or a bottle of alcohol there you stowed away in case it was useful. You always had a good eye for these things and since you’ve robbed plenty of homesteads you weren’t too concerned with things going south. Instead you took your sweet time as quiet as a mouse.

Micah was right behind you. He even teasingly spanked your ass at one point, causing you to glare playfully at him. “Really?” You mouthed. He shrugged. “C’mon. Let’s get outta here.” His hand was on your hip as you opened the front door. Micah could feel you freeze.

“Shit-” Was all you could manage before stumbling backwards, clutching your throat in a feeble attempt to stop from bleeding out. Bounty hunters! They had surrounded the house as soon as you two entered, waiting for an opening. One hiding behind the door had shot you point blank in the jugular.

“Mother fucker!” Micah’s voice cracked with rage. His eyes were wild with insanity as he shot the man to death. Micah kicked the door shut in an attempt to buy you both a bit of coverage, dragging you to lay in the safety of his lap. “Come on out Micah Bell. We know you’re in there!” The team of bounty hunters circled the house, shooting at its walls, shattering the windows.

Micah ignored them the best he could. They could wait. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your writhing choking form. You couldn’t breathe. Your hands reached out for him, clawing at his arms desperately as if Micah could give you your breath back. Crimson stained the both of you and your clothes.

“Shit baby-doll.” He let out a shaky breath. “I’m so sorry. I’ll make ‘em pay. I’m so sorry, I shoulda known.” He brushed the hair from your face, wiping the blood from the corner of your mouth with his shirt sleeve while his free hand put pressure on your spewing neck. There was so much blood and he could tell by the way your wide eyes glistened you were in pain. “I know, I know.” He hugged you while listening to your gurgled plea. “I know it hurts. It’ll go away soon.”

His hand wet with your life force slid down your body to rest over your still beating heart. He felt it thrum a moment longer before pressing his gun to the area. “I love you baby-doll.”

BANG!

Your body falling limp brought relief to Micah’s own lungs and he let out a shaky breath. He couldn’t stand the thought of you dying while wretching like a wounded animal. A mercy killing was most fitting of his sweetheart, he thought darkly with a heavy heart. Micah stayed with you a moment longer, whispering soft nothings until the bounty hunters caught his attention again. All of that rage filled him once more and he wasted no time in kicking open the front door and gunning them down in cold blood.

Silence filled the midnight air accompanied by crickets. The scent of gunpowder and iron was so thick he could taste it. It was peaceful. Life and death mingled in silent spaces held in the shadows. It was as expected, Micah thought.

Shrugging off his jacket he slid it on your form before scooping your lifeless body up in his arms. He set you on the back of Baylock before dragging the other corpses into the house and lighting it on fire. Micah watched it burn, smoking a cigarette. The dancing images cast over the land in a faint glow amused him. Were you there? Rejoicing in the death of the men who killed you? He wanted to think so. To think that you would dance in every fire he lit from here on out.

Once dawn broke Micah finally mounted his horse to find a place to bury you. He actually considered this a lot. He wanted to lay you to rest in a place easily accessible so he could visit you often. He stayed silent the whole ride, replaying memories of you in his mind. You were his one and only and Micah knew he would never find love again. _____________

Dutch

Dutch had many lovers but none were quite like you. You were ethereal. Special. All he ever wanted to do was make his plans then return to his tent to hold you in his arms as you both spoke about the future and fell asleep for the night. He looked forward to his time with you. Unlike his other lovers you enjoyed going out and working for money. Charming a fella for his days wage, or stealing from a rich man’s wife during teatime. It was a quality about you he found… Well… Sexy.

When Dutch met with Colm O’Driscoll he thought it went rather well. Arthur never met them on the road home but he didn’t think too much of it. Riding back to camp he was in high spirits. Speaking loudly to Micah about how they were finally moving forward in life. “Where’s Y/N? I have wonderful news!” He announced after hitching his horse. Charles and Ms. Grimshaw exchanged looks.

“She hasn’t returned yet Dutch, I thought you went to meet her in Rhodes.” Grimshaw flattened her skirt.

Dutch scoffed. “Now why would I go and do that?”

“She said she’d be back in the evening.”

“It’s evening now, Ms. Grimshaw.”

“I know. We were waiting for her.”

With a sigh, Dutch simply stalked back to The Count, climbing onto his saddle. “I’ll go fetch her then.” It was such a chore! He shouldn’t be out when he has such a price on his head. But Dutch was quite giddy after Colm complimented him and he wanted you to be the first to hear about how the meeting went.

He rode into town, walking through on his horse as his eyes scanned the buildings for any sign of you. Maybe you were mingling? Before he could consider any other possibilities something caught his ear. His heart sank while he overheard words he never dared imagine the combination of.

“O’Driscolls? Down this far South? Unheard of. I guess they were searching for a gal. Grabbed her and took off with the Lemoyne Raiders hot on their tail. Nasty business.”

Nasty business indeed. Now, he could be slow but Dutch van der Linde was no fool. Why else would the O’Driscolls be down this way, during the day of their meeting no less, to kidnap a random girl? Oh, he knew. This was their idea all along. To kill his other sweetheart.

Dutch’s knuckles turned white with rage, snapping the reigns violently. The Count whirled around, running out of Rhodes until he carried Dutch back to camp. “Micah, Bill, with me. Now!” He barked through gritted teeth, pacing straight to his tent to grab his revolver. “Y/N has been taken. By Colm O’Driscoll.”

“Shit! That bastard. You shoulda’ killed ‘em!” Bill ran, grabbing his rifle while Micah walked leisurely to mount Baylock, completely unbothered.

“I should have, Bill. I should have. Now com’mon!”

They rode fast and hard. Somehow catching up to the O’Driscoll’s little posse before they could reach some encampment with you stowed on a horse. Micah flanked the enemy gang on one side while Bill came in from the other. Dutch held the back, eyeing you tied up and gagged. The sight made his blood boil. There was eight O’Driscolls in total and their horses were fast, but Dutch, Bill, and Micah managed to keep up. Riding and shooting at each other as they went.

The Irishmen fell from their horses like flies. Some with their face half blown off, others screaming as their horses dragged them to death. One by one they were picked off until there were only two left. Dutch dug his spurs into his horse, moving him to ride along the man who held you captive on horseback. “Give it up son. Give me the lady and we’ll spare your life.” He didn’t want to shoot the man just yet in case you got hurt.

When a gun was pulled out of his pocket, Dutch veered to the side, assuming the fucker was going to shoot at him. His eyes widened when he realized the O’Driscoll boy wasn’t aiming for him at all. A severe miscalculation on Dutch’s part. “Colm says hello.”

BANG!

“God damn you!” He snarled. Dutch finally raised his pistol.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

He emptied a barrage of shots into the man until the gun clicked and no more bullets came out. Dutch chased after the boy’s horse, corralling the spooked animal into stopping. Time seemed slow. Too slow. Dutch tried his best to calm the horse enough for him to safely take you off its back and into the comfort of his arms. “Oh, my darling.” Dutch fell to his knees, untying you so he could inspect the growing blood stain near your abdomen.

“Dutch! You came for me. You came-” You sobbed, gripping your side in pain.

“Shhh. Of course I did.” He placed a kiss to your trembling lips. The wound was bad. This situation was bad. Everything was fucked. He had seen men shot in this area more times than he could count and he knew they never survived for more than a day at most.

“Com’ere.” He picked you up, carrying you to his horse. After sitting you down he climbed into the saddle. “Tell the others…” His mouth opened and closed for a moment. What does he even say? He didn’t want to scare you but… He didn’t want that filthy camp to be the last thing you see. He knew how much you hated it...

“Alright.” Bill said, seeming to understand what was happening. He took his hat off, staring at you for a moment before bowing politely. “I’m happy you’re safe, Ms. L/N.”

You smiled gently. “Thank you Bill.” Your throat was dry and your words were weak.

Dutch held you close to him as you rode off.

“Where are we going?” You wondered.

“Somewhere nice, my dear. With a wound like that you need rest and fresh air. Simple as that.” Somehow Dutch managed to keep his voice calm even as his heart churned with sorrow.

He brought the both of you to stop overlooking a beautiful meadow with a perfect view of the lake. After placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head Dutch scooped you into his arms, carrying you to a nice tree where he then settled you in his lap. “Here, take this.” He pressed a bottle of alcohol into your hands. “It’ll help take the pain away and you’ll be able to sleep.”

Dutch pet your hair as he watched you. Studying your face. Every bump, wrinkle, scar, and blemish. He wanted to remember every single aspect of you. His last lover… Whenever he tried to recall her face the picture was fuzzy. He couldn’t stand the idea of not being able to remember you. “I love you so much, you know that? You were so brave today. I’m proud of you, sweetheart. Real proud.”

“I wasn’t really…” You gave a little laugh, wincing as the alcohol burned your throat. “I love you too. Thank you for saving me.” You felt stiff and exhausted. Snuggling against his chest you both watched the sunrise and Dutch began reciting lines from your favorite book he had memorized. It was lovely, you thought as your eyes became too heavy and sleep was hard to battle. You hummed happily, a smile on your face as you drifted off peacefully.

Long after he felt your breathing stop did Dutch keep telling your favorite story. As if your spirit were lingering around and would return to your body. Then, maybe, everything would be okay. When he reached the final line of his remembrance only then did he cry. Burying his face into your hair he sobbed and took in your scent one final time.

The last thread of his sanity broke that day. He no longer cared about what future the gang might have. What future he would have with the price on his head… The only future he ever cared about was with you and you were gone now. He held you until Hosea came looking for him. Together they buried you somewhere meaningful. This was the only time Dutch actually payed for a headstone to be made. In your honor. __________________

Hosea

You and Hosea were always together no matter what you were doing. Half of the time you didn’t even need to speak with each other and just silently enjoyed each others company. Naturally you joined him on many outings to scope out who to rob. This particular occasion was a party on the outskirts of Saint Denis located in a beautiful garden home. You were dressed brilliantly, posing as Hosea’s lawful wife.

You’re charming. More charming than anyone else in the gang. With your sweet angel face and your gentle voice, everyone who spoke to you immediately thought of you as a good friend. And so there you were, mingling with the other guests. Giggling with the ladies and awe-ing (falsely so) with the rich gentlemen. Everyone loved you! So many people were trying to speak with you and flag down your attention.

It wasn’t usual to have such an elegant, smart, sweet, kind, and funny lady in their midst. You were a bit of a commodity. Hosea could hardly make his way to your side there were so many people surrounding you. He watched fondly from afar. Many times men would approach him to compliment you. “You’re one lucky man, Mr. Matthews. Mrs. Matthews is such a charmer.”

“Oh, I know it!” He laughed.” Trust me, fellas, it’s hard to keep my wife for myself some days.”

They all laughed. One man handing him a cigar which he happily accepted. The evening was bright and joyful. Though he nor you enjoyed events like this somehow you both were having fun this time. Hosea followed a group of men into a private back study to discuss investments while he left you at the main party.

This particular crowd was juicy, you thought. You heard so much gossip and many of the attendees were telling on themselves; bragging to you about what they’ve recently purchased for themselves or who’s neighbor was hoarding cash in personal safes. You were careful to make a mental note of each and every person as you nursed a glass of champagne.

“Did you hear?” A woman leaned close to you and a few of her friends.

“Hear what?” You inquired.

“Apparently Mrs. Conway has asked the local apothecary for… a permanent sleep cure.”

You tilt your head as the other ladies gasped and giggled. “Mrs. Conway… Our host for the evening?” Were they really gossiping about this woman in her own home?

“Yes. Oh, she must be dreadfully bored of Mr. Conway. I wonder if he’ll join us this evening.”

All you could do was smile and nod to blend in. It wasn’t the first time you had heard of a woman wanting to poison her rich husband. To each their own, you didn’t really care. You flinched as a loud clattering noise reached your ears. Looking behind you your eyes settled towards the source of the sound. The kitchens.

“I heard they hired new help and the kitchens are a mess tonight.” Another older woman snickered. “The Conways are lucky mingling has been this evening’s high point. Otherwise a ruined meal would sully the party.”

“Absolutely.” You agreed, setting your glass aside. “Will you please excuse me? I wish to powder my nose before dinner.” With a hum you moved away from the group to find Hosea. It wasn’t hard for you to follow his voice down the hallway. You smiled to yourself, simply listening to him work his magic. He truly was such a likable man.

Once dinner arrived Hosea had met up with you and brought you to the dining room where he pulled out your chair. Even if you two weren’t in such a luxurious setting he would have still done this. Always such a gentlemen to the love of his life. “How goes it?”

“Quite well. The ladies here are wonderfully friendly. I’ve learned a lot from them.”

Hosea admired how stunning you looked in the chandelier lighting, ignoring the help as plates of food were set in front of each guest. “I’m happy to hear that, honey.” He gave you an easy but loving smile. A smile you were quite familiar with.

There was a short speech given by Mrs. Conway, who’s party this was, where she thanked everyone and made a few jokes that earned a chuckle here and there. Finally you were able to eat. It was spaghetti which was, apparently, an Italian dish. Jack had told you and Hosea all about it when he returned to Shady Belle.

There was still chatter in the air as you took your first bite. It was delicious! It made your throat tingle a little but you thought nothing of it. Perhaps it was just the spices used. After your third bite your throat suddenly completely restricted. Your fork clattered against the table, hands flying to your throat. You couldn’t swallow. You couldn’t breathe.

“Y/N?” Hosea’s startled gaze snapped to you immediately. The room went silent as looks of horror washed over the faces of guests. “Y/N!?” Hosea gasped when your body began convulsing. He quickly took you into his arms, helping you to the floor so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “Someone call the doctor! Quick!” He screamed. His eyes met with Mrs. Conway’s only for a split moment. She was frozen into place, guilt written all over her face. “Hurry!” Hosea pleaded.

You cried out the best you could. Holding onto Hosea who tried his best to calm you. “I’m here my love. I’m here. Hang on. Please Y/N.” He felt so helpless. All he could do was wipe the spit from the corner of your mouth and the tears from your cheeks while whispering soft soothing words. He held eye contact with you, shushing you, promising you help was on the way. “Stay with me, love. Stay with me.” His words were desperate. Eyes filled with tears.

Your face was turning blue. Your body trembling, writhing and heaving. It was a disturbing sight for Hosea, who had always assumed he would meet his end far before you ever met yours. The poison was swift. As soon as it started it ended and you finally fell limply against his chest. Hosea paused, studying your face. He couldn’t understand at first why you were quiet. “Y/N?” He gently shook you.

“No…. No! Y/N!” He cried out for you. Hosea pulled you tightly against him, wrapping his arms to cradle your head away from prying eyes as he sobbed openly. The whole thing was a whirlwind. What was supposed to be a tantalizing evening ended in tragedy. A selfish woman meaning to poison her husband. The messy kitchen staff mixing up the guests’ plates. You choking to death on an elixir from hell. Hosea Matthews experiencing his lover being ripped away from him violently a second time.

To onlookers he was nothing but a broken man refusing to let go of his murdered wife even as the police came and tried to break them apart. He wanted so desperately to fight them away, but he knew he couldn’t.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Matthews. I never meant for-” Ms. Conway whimpered pathetically while her hands were being bound by an officer for her arrest.

“You never meant for what?” He snapped. “An innocent person to die? You didn’t mean to get caught? You didn’t mean for your greed to bring you to such lows?” His eyes were cold and Ms. Conway hung her head in shame. “Go to hell, Ms. Conway. Where you belong.”

Once it was allowed, Hosea left the party. He went straight to the Saint Denis morgue to see you one last time before making funeral arrangements. It felt fake. As if the events of the night were a figment of his imagination. The gravity of reality didn’t sink in until he returned to Shady Belle alone. Every ne was asking where you were. All he could do was drag his old bones to his room, collapse onto his cot, and cry.

#RDR2 Reader Insert #RDR2 Imagines #Arthur Morgan #Charles Smith #Micah Bell #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #Arthur Morgan x Reader #Charles Smith x reader #Micah Bell x Reader #Dutch van der linde x reader #Hosea Matthews x reader #reader dies #rdr2

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emojiglyphics · 2 years ago

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Emojis aren’t Hieroglyphs. But they could be. Because I have insomnia.

🌊📰🐍 1 🦉🥞📰⬇️ 🦉 🎵🐶📰👕🕛 🐶🐰🐰😩

🌊💡🕛 🦉🚶 🥞📰🐶🐰🐶🤔

🌊🦘😩 🦉📰🐶 🌊🐰😩

That’s the opening to Poe’s The Raven. It doesn’t represent the story, it says the words. Those are two different things, and I can prove it.

Two presidents ago, when a large segment of the population was still acting like emojis had just been invented, people used to call it “modern day hieroglyphics.”

And I got very “akshually” about it because part of why we’re able to read hieroglyphs is because it is a written language, but emojis, of themselves, are not.

Sure, you can “tell” a story with emojis, but you can’t read them the same way you read a sentence. Everybody who looks at them is going to say a slightly different explanation, whereas with a written language, everybody will say the same exact sentence when reading it aloud (in theory, there are valid exceptions).

It’s not that I’m afraid to put emojis on a pedestal, but rather that I think it diminishes the Egyptian language.

But anyway, it did get me thinking about how it might be possible to actually write English using emojis, treating them like Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Modern languages are generally written with characters that represent sounds, or characters that represent whole words at once. Even in written languages that use both (like Korean and Japanese) generally use separate sets of characters that are either phonetic or logographic.

But Egyptian was a little more free-form. The exact same character can be used to stand for a sound, a broad concept, or a narrow concept, and even a whole word by itself. And the phonetic ones might represent one consonant, or they might represent two, or three! And sometimes, if you have a double or a triple, you can tack a single at the end to remind the reader of what the extra sounds are. So you can’t even save space that way. Go figure. But then again you’re usually not worried about space because there are no vowels! I know that we’ve all been told that the Vulture is an A and the reed is an E, but this is not really the case. These letters are consonants for sounds that English does not have. So we make it kind of a fairy story that lets 1st graders write their name in “hieroglyphs”. It also makes it more convenient for Egyptologists to pronounce them.

But how on earth does this work? With each letter potentially representing so many different things, how do you read it? Well a typical Egyptian word will be constructed like this:

1. A group of glyphs acting as consonants, usually the shape of the glyph is a clue to the sound it makes

2. If needed, some extra single-sound glyphs to act as a reminder if the word happens to have any doubles or triples

3. A glyph which gives a general idea of what the word is probably about

So for instance, if you saw something like: “grp (food)” you’d be like, “guh... guh-ruh-puh, grup-- grape!” Of course, educated Egyptians wouldn’t have to sound words out like that because once you have spellings memorized, reading is basically reading.

So now we come back to The Raven. Let’s say we wanted to respell some words using emojis in a hieroglyph-like system. We want it to be consistent enough that readers can pick up new words, but no system is perfect, especially not for a language with as many trap-doors as English.

Let’s break down the first word in the Raven, “Once”, looking for consonants, concepts, but not vowels.

The first consonant is W. And it’s definitely a consonant and not just the “oo” sound. Don’t believe me? Try making the “w” sound without raising the back of your tongue. Now make a real “w” sound and leave your tongue in place while trying to say “too”. Doesn’t sound right. So now we scan through the available emojis, and we see 🌊 , the wave. Wave starts with a W sound. That can be our W emojiglyph.

The next sound is N. We see 📰 , the newspaper. Perfect.

The final sound is the non-voiced S. So we need to find an S emoji. Some of you may be wondering why we’re not looking for a C, and the answer is because we don’t really care how the word is spelled in English. That’s just the 1st grade swap again. We care about the sounds in the word. And the sound at the end of “once” is S.

We find 🐍. The snake. Love it. The word snake starts with an S sound, and snakes hiss. Very easy to remember.

So now we have 🌊 📰 🐍. But it’s missing something. We just have W-N-S. That could also spell “wince” or “whence” (in most accents). We need to add a determinative, a conceptual glyph to let people know what the word is about and narrow it down. In this case it’s easy because the concept is the number 1.

🌊 📰 🐍 1

Boom!

Next word: Upon

Little bit of a tricky point here: If we are super strict about the rules, we will have a word which is spelled P-N. That’s just too vague for my tastes. Let’s bend the rules and give ourselves a clue that the word begins with a vowel.

And what rhymes with vowel? 🦉Owl. BOOM. For the moment, the owl is only for indicating vowels at the beginning of the word. I don’t want to deviate from how hieroglyphs work too much. But even just an initial-vowel indicator hugely improves readability. .

Going through the process again, vowel-P-N (downward)

🦉🥞📰⬇️

🌊 📰 🐍 1 🦉🥞📰⬇️

Once upon

BOOOOM.

Something else that the rest of my spelling has in common with egyptian: exceptions. Not all the words above have a determinative at the end. Sometimes the spelling alone seems clear enough.

One final thing I want to make clear; for something like this to work in the real world, it would need to be made consistent. Right now, it feels kind of like a sandbox for creating puzzles, but a written language should not, by design, be puzzling. A language is a contract we enter into. You and I agree that Apple means Apple and sounds like Apple and is spelled Apple. Although there’s no shortage of exceptions, that’s what languages are usually trying to be. So although there’s no reason to necessarily pick the Yarn over the Yin Yang for Y, or the Newspaper over the Nib for N, it’s something that a formal system would want to lock down.

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meownotgood · 2 years ago

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heaven is a bedroom. / hayakawa aki

Aki loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you, and on mornings like these, giving his love to you is really the only thing that matters.

pairing: hayakawa aki x reader

word count: 5.3k

tags: 18+, reader is fem bodied, fingering, praise, creampie, aki is a huge softie, tender and intimate morning sex

Your warmth is always the first thing to greet him whenever he awakes.

The beginnings of sunlight peek through the gaps in the blinds, casting thin golden ribbons over the bed to frame your form and his. Aki's eyes flutter open, they adjust to the light, your arms around him tug him even closer to yourself. His thoughts swirl as he drowns in your body pressed against his, his muscles relax and the covers beg for him not to move.

Aki whispers a soft good morning into your ear, his voice drowsy, his head still filled with sleepy, heavy fog. The sheets rustle when he snuggles closer, burying his head into the nape of your neck. You're so warm.

His heart beats to a steady rhythm, his breathing is deep, slow. Carefully, he glides his palm under your shirt to rub circles onto your back; his hand pressed to your bare skin gives him the feeling of closeness to you he always seems to crave.

The dreamy haze of the morning feels like home, it smells like the sharp, morning air and the scent of Aki's freshly washed, velvet-soft sheets. His fluffy covers envelop the two of you, the mattress dips to hold you snug; it's cozy, familiar. Sleep still muddles your mind, weighing down your bones. You whisper sweet nothings into his ear: quiet, tender little I love you's, and Aki can't help but sigh and cup your cheek, pulling your head towards his, and then leaning in to press his lips to your own.

Love is a foreign concept to a sinner. Love is a privilege, it was never meant for someone like him. It isn't for a body scarred by devils, or for a heart that's been mended together. It's still something Aki is trying to grasp, it's still something he's not sure he even deserves. He's learning how to love more and more with each passing day. The only thing he's come to be sure of is that you are his salvation, and if love means anything to him, it's the way the letters of your name form around his lips.

It's the way your kiss always feels like a fire in his chest, your soft lips on his and your tongue in his mouth. Love is in the way you whisper, Aki, I need you the moment he pulls away, out of breath. Your face is warm, your voice is desperate, and God, he needs you too. He needs to give you his love, the world, the rising sun, and his heart on a silver platter — He needs to give you absolutely everything.

The day is beginning — It's arriving slowly, gently, with Aki's mouth on your neck, and when the only thing he cares about is what's happening right this second. Not his responsibilities, not his job, not his mission. Not anything he's supposed to do once the cusp of morning gives way to the daytime. Nothing else exists when it's just him, and it's just you.

He places gentle kisses down your nape, over your collarbones, and then onto your shoulders. His hands glide down your sides, his rough palms feel the curves and dips of your shape. He tries his best to memorize them. He wants to see you even if he went blind. He wants to know you even if he lost himself.

You feel his fingertips toy with the hem of your pajama bottoms, and when he looks up at you, eyelids heavy, gaze utterly lovesick, he asks in a smooth, deep tone, "Are you alright? Is it okay if I go a bit further?"

You're nodding as soon as he speaks, swiftly giving him permission to continue, and with gentle, hesitant movements, eyes still locked onto yours, Aki tugs your sweatpants down your legs.

"Lift your hips for me, just a bit." He instructs, palms caressing your thighs before his fingers loop around your underwear, "There we go. I'm gonna take these off too, sweetheart. Hold still for me."

And when he does, pulling your underwear off and tossing it to his bedroom floor, your thighs are promptly pressing to each other. Aki holds them tenderly, his hands warm, his touch delicate.

"You're okay. I want to see you, I wanna see how pretty you are. Can you show me?" With one hand, he reaches up, his fingers grasp your chin for a second and he coaxes you to look at him; his gaze is deep, his voice is reassuring, resolute — "Open your legs just a little. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. I promise."

When your legs are bare and spread a bit, and when your body relaxes, Aki sits up, quickly grasping his shirt and tugging it over his head. His chest and his shoulders are littered with faded scars, his ribcage is fit with a few fresh, tender bruises; it's a sight you've grown used to seeing. You've traced those scars of his on countless nights before, you've tended to his newest wounds when he arrives home late in the night from another gruesome mission.

He leans over you, one hand cupping your jaw, the other massaging your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin. You reach up and brush his messy hair behind his ears, you fiddle with the pretty circular piercing on his lobe.

Aki melts to your touch. His shoulders relax; he gives the tip of your nose a feather-light kiss, and then grabs your hand when it comes to rest on his cheek. He kisses the space where your palm meets your wrist.

"Can I touch you?" He speaks softly, sweetly, he's mouthing the words into your arm, he's kissing every inch of your skin. You can hear his voice in your chest, you can feel it echo inside of your heart: "Where is it okay for me to touch?" You can understand the words he's left unspoken, too — I don't want to hurt you. I love you.

Your hand grabs his, your fingers brush over his calloused knuckles, and you're leading him. You get lost in the deep blue of his eyes, in the way he draws his bottom lip between his teeth when you guide his hand to drift between your legs, in how his breath hitches and his expression softens, his cheeks tinged rosy once you press his fingers to your waiting cunt.

"Right here? You want me to touch you here?"

Aki swallows thickly, his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. He drags his middle finger over your pussy, and he soaks the digit in your slick. You're dripping out onto him, making a mess of his hand. His fingertip is wet and sticky when he toys with your clit. He rubs in slow, faint circles, his breath comes out shaky, and he can't help but grin a little when your body shivers and your hips buck into his touch.

"You're so sensitive… I've barely touched you." Aki coos, nearly in disbelief, his voice a bit breathless; even with your eyes shut tight, you can hear the smile in his tone, his half-hearted laugh when your thighs close around his arm, the stutter in his breathing when you whine his name in the form of a plea.

He continues to play with your clit, he leans down until his hair is tickling your cheek and his breath is hot on the shell of your ear. "Tell me what you need from me. I know you need me, so tell me. I want to hear you say it."

His lips placing tiny kisses on your ear and his two fingers spreading your pussy are ample distractions, but you're somehow able to choke out just what he's looking for: Need you to touch me more, need your fingers inside, please, Aki.

And in no time at all, Aki gives you just that — He teases your entrance for a moment, he revels in the way you shake when he presses just the tip of his finger inside. When you're this desperate for him, he can't leave you waiting for long, and so he eases it in all the way, he crooks it into your sweet spot just slightly, just enough to make you sigh.

"That's it," He whispers, "Do you want another?"

You mutter some desperate mhmm's, and Aki slowly pulls his middle finger out, aligning it with his ring before pressing both back deep inside you, nice and slow, teasingly, almost. You're filled with two of Aki's thick fingers, he's stretching you out around them as he slowly pumps them in, and then out.

"There we go… Just like that. You're taking them well. You're so perfect."

Aki fucks you with his fingers lovingly, languidly and carefully. He grips your waist tightly with his free hand. You're so wet, you're getting his fingers soaked, it's so easy for him to pump them inside you; his cock stiffens in his briefs at the thought, he feels himself throb when you cry out his name. Tingles shoot up his spine when you tangle your fingers in his hair and grip the strands hard.

"S-Shit," Aki kisses your cheek, and then your forehead. It's taking all of his strength not to grind himself against you, especially when he's aching so bad, when he's so hard he can feel his dick sitting heavy in his sweatpants. You always do this to him, you get him so worked up when he hasn't even been touched; even just the anticipation of being touched by you makes him want to cum.

But he doesn't, his breath is ragged and he's losing his composure but he focuses on pleasing you, he curls his fingers right into the spot that makes you melt for him. You buck into him once more, his hand finds the small of your back when it arches. Your body molds into his touch, you moan to the tune of his fingers inside you and God, Aki could never get enough of this.

"You're so pretty, look at you," Aki is just as worked up as you are, he can hardly speak, his breath is warm when it fans over your face, "Baby, are you close? Let go for me, I've got you, I love you."

You're falling apart on his fingers then, you're getting his hand slick and messy, and Aki loves you through it; he rubs your clit with his thumb, he kisses every inch of your neck, he presses his forehead to yours and slows the pace of his fingers. He closes his eyes, gasping, "That's it, that's it… So good, it feels so good to make you cum…"

You're given a few moments to calm down and rest, your thoughts focused on Aki's shallow breathing before slowly, he drags his fingers out of you. He looks up to you, he asks, Are you okay? and when you answer with a nod, he's bringing his sticky fingers to his mouth. You watch through a half-lidded gaze as he tastes you with his eyes fluttered shut, his lips closed around his knuckles as he sucks on them, his tongue swirling around the digits as he tastes your sweetness.

"Wanna kiss you again. C'mere." — Fingers soaked in his spit, he reaches down to press them to your clit, and he rubs it gently while he captures you in a deep kiss, his mouth parted until you're tasting yourself on his tongue.

He's swiftly fumbling to pull down his pants in between sloppy kisses, he exhales little groans into your mouth. There's a moment of reprieve when he pulls away to catch his breath and his gaze meets yours, his sweatpants halfway down his thighs, his cheeks red, his bangs messy over his face. His eyes flicker over your face, he hesitates for a few seconds.

"You're everything to me," He says, and he's so genuine, so hopelessly in love, "Did you know that?"

You can't help but smirk, push on his chest playfully, and reply, "Of course."

Honestly, how could you not know? Aki would take a bullet for you and you know it, he'd give you his heart right out of his chest if yours ever stopped beating, but all you want to do is keep him safe. The only thing you've ever wanted since you met him, since you first held his cold hands in your own and told him you loved him was to see him smile just like this, a dumb grin on his face as he rubs your head and softly pushes you back.

All you've wanted is to give him a taste of comfort and simplicity, of everything he's always wanted but has never had. You wished to have a quiet life with him that consists of love and nothing more, nothing complicated, nothing grief-stricken. All you've ever desired out of him is whatever he's willing to give you, and if there's one thing you know, it's that Aki longs to provide you with everything you need.

So that's why when he's muttering something in your ear about getting up and making breakfast, you're tugging him closer by his arms, you're running your palms over his chest and his stomach, you're feeling the shape of his abs and the curve of his hips. His breath gets a little faster, he wraps his arms around your back and rests his head on your shoulder.

Aki, we can make breakfast later. I need more, and you need more too, don't you?

"I-" Aki's hips shift, he stalls and swallows the lump in his throat before nuzzling his nose into your skin, inhaling your familiar, comforting scent. Finally, he admits, "Yeah. I want to keep going, can we?"

Your palm reaches his boxers; you cup his half-hard cock in your hand and it's so warm, already so thick. Aki sighs, eagerly rutting into your touch without even thinking. His lips ghost over your jaw, he reaches down and grabs your hand, caressing the back of it as he presses it firmer to himself.

His breath is shaky and quiet. He guides you to wrap your fingers around the hem of his briefs and tug them down, he's trembling a little as he brings your hand to his cock and shows you how to fist it, coaxing glossy precum from his slit. It oozes down his shaft, it gets your hand and his own slick and wet. He groans and whines your name so softly you almost don't hear it.

You repeat his name back to him: Aki…

"God," Aki's voice is close to your ear, he's breathing hard and heavy, "Your hand… It's so soft, it feels so good- Please, I need more, need to give you some more…" He moves his hips, thrusting himself into your grip, "Need to give you my c-cock, you deserve it, don't you?"

His voice stutters around the words, he gasps when you let go of him and push his hand away, securing your legs around the small of his back.

You deserve it, of course you do. You've become everything to him, you've turned into the reason why he keeps going. You have shown more love to him than the entire universe has. He would fall deeper into each circle of hell just to be with you — but your touch is something holy, you're his idea of an angel, and you take him to the heavens, to a place between the sky and the stars where there's no chance of coming down and thankfully, he would never want to.

You deserve anything and everything. Someone as important to him as you, who showed him what it's like to love and be loved, who cared for him when he was sinking, and when he was drowning, who loved him even more so; someone like you is deserving of his utter devotion, so that's what he's gonna give to you.

Aki grips your waist tightly. He kisses your lips once more, for longer this time. The head of his cock teases your entrance, his lips taste like they're dripping with honey.

He pulls away, he cups your cheek softly, he stares into your eyes. His chest heaves as he quietly asks, "Are you ready? You're alright with this, aren't you? I'll stop if you need me to."

Your response comes immediately and unwaveringly: Yes, and it's alright. Are you alright, Aki?

"Yeah, more than alright, definitely." Aki's face goes soft, his eyes become glazed over with affection. "I love you. I'll be gentle. I want to make you happy, sweetheart. That's all I care about."

As you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss, Aki can't wait any longer — He holds you by your waist while he slowly eases himself inside of you, he gasps into your mouth, he kisses you a little harder. He fills you slowly, tenderly, he gives you the chance to adjust to how he feels inside you, and he lifts you by your hips to get a better angle.

"God, fuck, you're-" Aki's words are nothing more than messy slurs into your mouth, and he moans before tearing himself away and breathing in a long, shaky breath to regain his bearings.

"I… I want to give you all of it. I wanna be all the way inside you, is that okay? Can you take it?"

Mhmm. For him, you can take it, you can do so much better than that. You smile, and you beg, Give me more.

So he does: Aki presses in to the hilt, he fills you with everything he has. You feel so amazing around him, it feels so fucking good to be all the way inside, to feel you all around him, to be connected. Your cunt is squeezing him, you're tight and warm and it's perfect, all at once. His hips are shoved against your own, he wraps his arms around you and holds you close. His head falls to your shoulder and he exhales a hot, heavy breath.

Aki gasps, "Love you, I love you."

He could stay like this forever. He could spend the rest of the days he has left just like this, your body pressed close to his, the two of you cuddled up while he fills you. He could enjoy this lovely form of intimacy with every last fiber of his soul, he could show you each part of himself, until you and him are one in every conceivable way. There's nothing he wants more than that. There's no-one he adores more than you.

The sun has risen higher in the sky, the bedroom is filled with even more pockets of light and sections of warmth. If he had it his way, this is how Aki would spend every single morning: making love to you so you know his heart is yours.

"Feels so good, so good," Aki holds you closer, his breathing begins to steady, "I really love you, I love you so much."

His hips start up a very careful, shallow rhythm; he stays deep inside, and he's barely moving, barely rutting into you, but even just this is enough to make him whine, his voice loud, high-pitched. It's enough to compel him to grab your hand in his own and squeeze it tightly, lacing his fingers around yours. His body on top of yours has you caged in, but when it's Aki, it's a comfortable kind of feeling. You feel safe when you're under him.

He nips at your neck, he leaves impressions of his teeth that he's sure he'll admire later when the two of you are getting dressed. When this moment ends, he'll kiss your lips and each one of the marks he's left as he's buttoning up your shirt. He'll rest his head on your shoulder and rub your thighs if they're sore while you both brush your teeth. You'll sit in his lap while he sips his coffee, and maybe you'll end up falling asleep on him, leaving Aki to hold you and ignore the rest of the world for just a little while longer.

"So good to me, you're so beautiful," Aki pulls away from your neck, he pushes himself up with his hands and stares at you beneath him. His long hair frames his face, his earrings glint in the early morning light. His pupils are blown, the deep blue of his iris captures the sun, like the way the horizon meets the sea.

He's blushing hard, all the way to the tips of his ears, his face is a warm shade of red. Sweat keeps his bangs sticking to his forehead, droplets drip down his chest and his collarbones.

"You're pretty," Aki mumbles between staggered breaths, and he smiles ever-so slightly, "You're always pretty."

You could say the same thing about him.

Then, he starts to move a bit faster; he takes his time dragging his cock nearly all the way out, until you're filled with just the fat head. He takes a deep breath in, and he eases it back inside, giving you everything nice and deep before repeating the process again, and again. His eyelashes flutter, his eyebrows pinch — "You feel so amazing," Aki sighs, "Like heaven."

It feels so good when he's fucking you like this. There's something about the way Aki makes love to you that does it for you every time. He's so gentle, he ruts into you with deep, slow rolls of his hips. He would never hurt you, and he knows how to please you: he's memorized it ever since the first night you gave yourself to him.

And there's something about the way you feel, warm and divine and like everything Aki thinks he's ever needed. There's something about the way you look when he's deep inside you, how you stare at him like you trust him, like you're in love with him. You tug him closer and say his name like he's precious, and he's sure this is what it feels like to have someone be made for you.

You're his destiny, you always were. He knows that sounds stupid. But you probably will be his in the afterlife, or whatever life comes after this one, too. There is no chance in hell it could be anyone but you.

His eyes flicker from your face to between your legs, he watches how your expression changes each time he thrusts deep inside, he looks downward and fixates on the sight of your cunt taking his cock. His bed creaks and shifts a little with each of his movements. The quiet sound of skin hitting skin echoes with your gasps, and with his desperate groans.

"Say my name again," Aki says abruptly, and his bottom lip quivers, his whole body shudders and tenses, "I wanna hear you say it."

You nod, you mumble his name into his ear, you wrap your arms around his back and trace the scars between his shoulder blades while you murmur it softly. Say it again, Aki begs, and you work your fingers through his hair from the back of his neck and mutter it more, you chant his name over and over again when he breathlessly asks, Once more, once more for me, please.

You cry out for him when he presses into you hard, you gasp and toss your head back into the pillows. For him, it's all for him, and that makes his heart swell and his head spin, it makes his dick throb inside.

You can feel him in your stomach, you can feel how his cock twitches and his thighs shake every time the syllables of his own name leave your mouth. You can hear his lovesick whines, you can smell his enveloping scent, so rich and familiar. His lips pepper your jaw with insistent kisses, he whimpers from the pleasure, from the intensity. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes and threaten to spill with each tender thrust into you.

He's getting closer, he's fucking you sloppier, his moans are getting louder, needier.

"I love you," Aki chokes out; his voice breaks at the end, and it's taken on a sweet sort of tone, the tone only you get to hear, only when he's falling apart at the seams. And when you say it back, when you tell him you love him, he can't help but lift your thighs and grip your waist and fuck you deeper.

"F-Fuck, sweetheart-" He gasps out your name, and his heart pounds faster, so hard it feels like it might beat right out of his chest, "I'm close, I'm so close, I'm gonna cum, I wanna cum with you-"

Your legs wrap around his back and pull him in, you hold his cheek and kiss him softly. Aki kisses back with trembling lips, with muffled noises into your mouth and meager gasps for air. His eyes meet yours when he pulls away, and they're glazed over with lust, his eyelids are heavy and drooping.

Cum inside me, please, Aki?

Aki stutters, his face blushes even deeper and he dips his head to hide it. But he nods, he doesn't think twice before he answers, "I will, I'll cum inside you baby, I will."

His pace is sloppy, he can't stop gasping, and with one more look into your pretty eyes, his fingers grasping your chin, he's falling into you. He's wrapping his arms around your figure and holding you close, he's dragging his lips over your ear and grabbing your hand.

"Oh G-God, I love you, I love you, I love you more than anything," The tension is building and building, it's about to snap, and before he knows it, Aki is thrusting into you faster, more desperately — He's got tears in his eyes, his heart is skipping incessantly.

He presses his body to yours as close as he can get, his pelvis ruts against your clit, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, 'm gonna give it to you- Cum with me, cum with me please."

Aki squeezes your hand, his fingers tremble, he falls from the edge at the same time he brings you to it; he kisses your lips as you fall apart around each other. He feels you pulse around him, he pumps you full of his warm cum — It drips from your cunt and dirties the sheets as he fucks you through his orgasm.

His breath is shaky, loud, his hips start to slow. He keeps his forehead pressed to yours, and you can feel his tears on your skin: little wet droplets that fall from his eyelashes to soak your cheeks. His voice is weak, he whispers sweet nothings as he starts to come down: I love you, I love you, love you so much… You're so perfect, so good, you make me feel so good. Just breathe, just breathe… I love you. I really, really love you.

Eventually, pleasure makes way to exhaustion, and after pulling out of you slowly, with a deep, tired exhale, Aki collapses on top of you. His weight pins you to the mattress, his body is warm and slick with sweat, he smells like sex and like a scent that's so undeniably him it makes you feel at home. You can feel his heart beating in his chest; it's slowing down, it's beginning to sync with the rhythm of your own.

For a while, there's nothing. Just the two of your bodies pressed infinitely close, just Aki's arms sprawled around you and his figure on top of your own. Your hand is still in his, you're comfortable and tired. His deep breath in your ear starts to lull you back to sleep, light creeps in through the curtains and illuminates the room even further. The alarm clock on his dresser ticks, ticks. You turn your head to look at the screen. It's just past 10 in the morning.

You wiggle your arm out from under him, and your hand comes to grip his shoulder, you shake him a little. "Aki," You start, and he grumbles into your ear. "Come on. We should get up."

Aki shifts (remarkable, since you were sure he wouldn't even move), and he opens his eyes slowly while he pushes himself up off of you. His vision is blurry, it swirls with stars and static. It takes a few more blinks for it to return to normal.

"Why?"

He sounds so genuine when he says that, so confused and honest you can't hide the big smile forming on your face.

You answer, "Because it's time to get out of bed, dummy. You don't want to?"

"No," Aki pulls off you, the mattress shakes when he flops onto his back beside you. He folds his hands over his chest, his dark hair fans out over the pillows and he stares at the ceiling. "I want to stay in bed all day."

You prop yourself up on your elbow, staring at him. Strands of his hair are sticking up everywhere, his chest is rising and falling to calm, steady rhythm. "Is that an attempt at sarcasm?"

Aki shrugs. "Maybe. It depends if you also want to stay in bed all day."

He tilts his head towards you, he catches your gaze for a few fleeting seconds, and you roll your eyes. You don't respond, and Aki watches as you instead reach over to the nightstand and grab his hair tie, then his lighter. You're about to fall into the usual after-sex routine, where you place a cigarette between his lips and light it for him, where he ties up his messy hair, and when he takes smoke into his lungs and breathes it into the air with you right beside him — but Aki stops you before you can pull one of the cigarettes from the package.

"Wait," He reaches out, he grips your wrist. His gaze meets yours again, his eyes soft, his cheeks rosy. "I'll smoke later. I wanna hold you. Just c'mere."

You freeze, but in the end, you're placing the box of cigarettes and the sky-blue lighter back on the edge of the nightstand and curling up by Aki's side, your head on his chest, his arm around you. He kisses the crown of your head, he grabs the blankets and tugs them over you to keep you warm. He relaxes back into the soft, velvet sheets.

You can hear the sound of his heartbeat, the lull of his quiet breathing. You're trying to stay awake, but you're quickly falling back asleep, and Aki rubs your back soothingly, he feels you start to still.

He's back right where he started now, with you in his arms.

He'll get up later. Soon, you'll both be ready to start the day, he'll help you clean up and get comfy clothes on, he'll have his morning cigarette on the balcony while you run a warm bath. He'll make breakfast for you like he promised, he'll eat with you across from him, with you kicking at his feet from under the table to make him smile. He doesn't have much to do today, thankfully. He doesn't have to work. You'll spend the day together, just as you began it together.

Just not right now. He's going to let you sleep for a while longer, he's decided. He'll stare at the sunlight on the walls and enjoy this moment for as long as you'll allow him to. It's funny, this morning isn't even over yet, and he's already sitting here thinking about the next one.

Aki is sure he wants to spend every single morning like this from now on.

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