#blue V is a close second tho

[pseudopigeons]

kiwi mikuuuu did the miku twitter trend

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Guilty as Sin?

James Potter x f!reader (mentioned), Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, protected p in v, lots of descriptions of what ifs (you’ll understand with the song), underage smoking, if you squint it may just be cheating but oh well, this is so good to me

summary: someone once told you, there’s no such thing as bad thoughts… right?

word count: 3k

a/n: i’m in love with this song from taylor’s new album!!! sorry if this characterization isn’t what you like but this concept has been eating me alive. i love remus tho. might be a part two if you guys want !!!

part two is here!!

~~~

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me “Downtown Lights”

I hadn’t heard it in a while

~~~

“Oi y/n!”

You turned on your heels at the sound of your name being called. Down the hallway, you could see James Potter striding toward you. Despite the bodies of other students that filled the hall, you could see he was holding something in his hand. It looked big, and as he came closer and closer you could see more and more of what it was.

“Hello James, something I can help you with?” You asked once he was close enough to hear your normal tone. You looked down at his hands, you could see what he was holding clearly, it was a record. And from the cover of it, it looked to be a muggle one. “What’s that?”

James smiled his intoxicating smile and held the record up. “Something for you.”

You gasped and one of your hands moved up to cover your mouth. In his hands, he held the latest album of your favorite singer, Heroes by David Bowie. It had come out in October, and every time you searched for it, it was sold out. You traced your eyes over the beautiful shining black and white cover, you were practically speechless.

“How did you- when did you- James...”

“I have my ways, don’t worry about it,” the black-haired boy replied with a small laugh.

“It’s not close enough to be a Christmas gift, and you know my birthday isn’t till spring,” you observed out loud. Your eyes met his again and you blinked. “So, what’s this for?”

He shrugged. “For the past few weeks, I haven’t been the only one to take notice of how much you’ve been playing Bowie in the common room. And I heard you talking to Moony about how you haven’t got the new album yet... so here it is.”

He held it out to you and with delicate hands, you accepted the gift, still amazed. “James, you didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m surprised Moony didn’t already get it for you.”

“Yeah...” You looked down for a moment before meeting his eyes again, and you smiled. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Play it tonight, put it to use. Anyway, I’ve got to run, I’m supposed to be helping Peter with his Charms homework. See you at dinner.”

He gave you another smile before turning and walking back the way he came. You were too preoccupied with the flawless record in your hands to say goodbye. For a split second, you felt your heart flutter with a feeling you knew you shouldn’t have felt. So, you pushed it away and restarted your walk to the dungeons.

You knew better than to let those thoughts linger in the open hallway.

~~~

My boredom’s bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

~~~

“James got that for you?”

You had just put the record on, and the sound of David Bowie's voice began to fill the Gryffindor common room. Your cheeks almost hurt from how much you’d been smiling. On one of the couches, your boyfriend Remus sat, his typical book in his lap. You turned and flung yourself on the open spot next to him, nodding your head to the beat of the song.

“Yeah, he gave it to me earlier, isn’t it wonderful?”

Remus nodded; his eyes locked on his book. “It’s definitely something.”

You rolled your eyes. “You like Bowie too last I checked.”

“You play him so much I’m surprised not everyone likes him,” Remus replied. Suddenly he shut his book and turned his head to look at you. For a split second, you felt hope that he was going to just listen with you. But of course, that wasn’t the case. Instead, he rose from the couch. “I can’t concentrate with it playing, I’m going to go read in my dorm.”

“But we barely spend any time together Rem, unless it’s a shag,” you protested, anger suddenly taking you over. “When’s the last time we went on a proper date? Or anything at all? I’m so bored of this.”

Remus as usual, kept his composer and showed no sign of any emotion. “If you’re so bored you’re welcome to leave me.”

“You know that’s not what I want,” you said.

“Then I’m not sure what to tell you. You’re welcome to join me, you know where to find me.”

He left before you could say anything else.

You ran your hands over your face in frustration. How did your relationship come to this? You started dating Remus in fifth year, and it had been the happiest moment of your life. He was your first love, the boy you shared almost all of your firsts with actually. You loved him more than anyone, yet it never seemed to be enough. So, you began to give up.

After all, it was your last year at Hogwarts, after it ended, you’d never have to see him again. Because really, was so much pain worth a moment of happiness? You didn’t believe so anymore.

Instead of following him up to his dorm as you would have the year prior, you simply laid back on the couch and enjoyed the first listen of the album.

~~~

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he’s a paradox

I’m seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

~~~

The first time you ever thought of James in the way you knew you shouldn’t be was about a year into your relationship with Remus. After he had begun his distant behavior, his cold manners, and all those awful things. Previously, you had only ever felt attracted to the one Marauder. You saw Peter as a sweet little brother, you saw Sirius as an older annoying brother, and you saw James as well, a friend. That was until one late December night.

You and Remus had one of your arguments and you went outside for a smoke to help with your anxiety. For a few minutes, you sat in silence, the cold air and smoke in your lungs a great distraction from the boiling fears that consumed your mind. You were afraid to lose Remus. More than afraid. So, you inhaled a deep puff of the cigarette to focus on something else.

“You’ll catch a cold out here you know.”

You jumped at the sudden sound of a voice. James sat next to you, and you were perplexed at how he managed to sneak into the spot so quietly. You were also confused as to why he was there in the first place.

“If that’s the case then why are you out here?” You questioned as you let out a cloud of smoke.

He held up his hand and you passed it to him. “I had a... date anyway Filtch was in the corridor, so I ran out here. I doubt he followed, he and Mrs. Norris hate this time of year.” He inhaled a deep breath and passed the cigarette back to you. “Why are you out here?”

“A date? Is that what they call a shag now?” You laughed for a few seconds before your frown resurfaced. “Remus and I had a disagreement. We both said some nasty things, I needed to clear my head.”

“Ah, lovers quarrel. Are you all right? Remus can say some pretty nasty things when he’s mad,” James said as he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

You stared at him in silence for a moment. Never before had you realized how attractive he really was. Sirius was known to be the most attractive of the Marauders, but his crude personality, at least in your opinion, always outshined his natural features. James, however, since the start of sixth year, had matured. That meant he was no longer solely physically attractive; he also had an attractive personality. He was funny, caring, outgoing, and a leader. And of course, he was six feet tall with curly black hair and a perfect smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

You swallowed away the tingly feeling that shot through your fingers as you passed him the cigarette again.

He’s your boyfriend's best mate, stop thinking like that. You thought to yourself.

But as you watched him exhale another breath of smoke you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how his perfect lips would feel against yours.

“I’m sure you two will make up by the end of the night, he really loves you,” he spoke. His eyes caught yours, you could see the small smirk on his all too good-looking lips. “Who wouldn’t fancy a girl like you anyway?”

“A lot of guys actually,” you responded.

His hazel eyes were practically glowing. “They’re blokes. Have you seen yourself y/n? You’re pretty, smart, funny, and you have a fascinating music taste. And anything Remus might’ve said to make you feel less than perfect well... he didn’t mean it. Trust me, that wouldn’t be possible.”

You laughed. “What? Me being less than perfect or Remus meaning what he said?”

“Both,” James answered.

He must’ve felt it too. That pull. You almost considered moving closer to him, but before you could make the decision James stood. You were relieved, the spell was broken. Your senses came back. You shouldn’t have even thought about what it would feel like to kiss James Potter.

“Let’s get back up to the tower, it’s pretty fucking cold,” he said.

You only nodded and threw your cigarette to the ground, crushing it with your sneaker after you stood. “All right.”

The two of you walked back up silently and you were greeted by an apologetic Remus. As he held you in his arms though, all you could think about were the thoughts you had previously thought.

~~~

What if he’s written “mine” on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I’ve screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

~~~

You gripped the red sheets of Remus’s bed so hard your knuckles turned white. Your breathing was heavy and unsteady. You tried to lean your head up to kiss him, but he wasn’t paying attention. It was something you’d grown used to. He liked to fuck you hard, not soft, not lovingly. No. He liked it intensely. You did too, but you also liked being gently taken care of.

Too bad he didn’t enjoy that anymore.

“Rem I-”

“I’m- almost done.” He cut you off, his breathless voice which once made you squirm now made you angry.

It was despicable, it was so wrong. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing it.

You closed your eyes and began to imagine someone else on top of you. Instantly, you felt a rush of heat to your cheeks at the picture in your mind. He would be so much more careful, and considerate. You’d heard from many girls how good of a lover he was. All of them would dote on how much he liked pleasing them. With his fingers, his mouth, and his...

You tried to squeeze your thighs together.

You should’ve stopped, you knew that. But your mind kept going.

You pictured him on top of you. His curls would be so soft. His hands would be callused from Quidditch. He’d use them on you, make you cum over and over again. You imagined how he’d curl his fingers so perfectly inside you.

“That’s it, my perfect girl,” he’d whisper to you as he went on with it. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”

Suddenly, without warning, you felt yourself reach a peak you hadn’t reached in a while. You squeezed your eyes shut and came at the thought of how good James Potter's praises would make you feel.

When Remus was done, he lay next to you on the bed breathless. “You came?”

You only stared at the top of his bed. “Yeah.”

~~~

These fatal fantasies

Giving way to labored breath, takin all of me

We’ve already done it in my head

If it’s make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we’ll both uphold somehow?

~~~

There was something so exhilarating about being around James. Especially when the two of you were alone. It was as though every time the two of you had a moment alone, he gave you another reason to keep your fantasies going. Often, it made you wonder if he knew of your terrible thoughts.

The two of you sat by the black lake, the rest of your friends were further away playing a game of football. It was funny watching Lily get frustrated trying to explain the rules to Sirius, but it was even funnier when James commented on it from beside you.

“Oh no, he picked it up again. Evans is almost turning as red as her hair, I worry for her health,” the boy with glasses joked.

You snorted. “She’s going to have a heart attack from that boy mark my words.”

“I believe that. ‘Suppose it’s a good thing she’s thinking about becoming a Healer,” he replied.

You threw your head back as you laughed, one of your hands flying up to grip James’s arm. After a few seconds though, you composed yourself and pulled your hand off him as though it had been burned. Your eyes immediately found Remus across the field. He paid you no mind.

“Y/n can I ask you something a little personal?” James asked.

Your eyes met his and you didn’t hesitate to nod. “Sure.”

“You and Remus, things aren’t good between the two of you.”

“What gave that away?” You faked a smile. “But that’s not a question love.”

He really smiled. “I know. Sorry. My question was why are you still with him if things between the two of you are like this? I understand being in love, Merlin I tried to get Evans to go out with me for ages. But you and Moony... You used to be in our room all the time, you guys used to be so happy and I dunno around each other. Do you guys even go out anymore? I haven’t seen a snog between the two of you in a while.”

You inhaled a deep breath, your attention moving to the blade of grass between your fingers. “I suppose I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Yes, afraid. Rem he- he's my first everything and I dunno. If we broke up the friend group would be torn, and everything would be complicated. I suppose it’s just easier this way,” you answered. You hadn’t been this honest about how you felt in a long time. It felt good. And it felt even better when you caught James’s caring eyes.

“Do you love him?”

His question caught you off guard. “I did. I still think I do.”

You watched him look across the field for a few seconds before he did something you never would’ve expected. Ever so gently, he placed his hand over yours on the grass. All you could do was stare wildly into his eyes. Was this supposed to make your heart race and your face red?

“I care about you y/n, and I care about Remus as well. I want what’s best for both of you and if I’m being honest, I don’t think that’s with each other,” he said softly.

“Have you said this to him then?” You questioned, you found it hard to breathe with the feeling of his rough hand on yours.

James nodded. “Of course I have. He doesn’t like advice that much though.”

“He really doesn’t does he?” You mumbled.

“No, he doesn’t. But either of you can talk to me about anything. You know that right? You don’t have to be afraid of anything y/n. Even if you do break up I’ll be here for you, you won’t be alone. Course you have Lily and Mary and Marlene as well but...” You watched his face change as he trailed off. “I dunno. I thought it would be different with me.”

“Different?” You held your breath. “How so?”

His thumb moved across your skin; you bit down on your lip.

“You know...” he trailed off again, his voice quieter than before.

All you could think about was how good it would feel to pounce on top of him and kiss him till you couldn’t breathe. You’d do it, even out there in the open. You imagined how intense and fast it would be. A few minutes at most but a lifetime of pleasure no doubt. He’d make you feel things you hadn’t felt in ages, he’d do whatever you asked. That’s just the person he was.

“James, you don’t even know the half of it,” you admitted softly.

“Love, I think I do.”

You could’ve fainted right then and there. His eyes were so mesmerizing, his voice sent goosebumps all over your body. It was terrible, despicable, and tragic. But oh, how fucking good it felt to be seen again. And as it seemed, James really saw you.

“James we can’t-”

“We aren’t doing anything.” He leaned closer to you. “And besides there’s no such thing as bad thoughts. Only your actions talk.”

“So you-”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“James...”

“I know I must sound like a god-awful prat but believe me I don’t want the two of you to break up so we can... No. I want you two to break up because both of you are miserable. And I do really care about the both of you, you’re my mates.” He explained quickly.

You turned back to the field and saw Remus slowly approaching. Without thinking you ripped your hand away from James’s as fast as you could and stood up. You took a few deep breaths before you looked down at James.

“If Remus and I do break up, I want you to know it’s not because of... all right?”

“All right.” He nodded.

“Good,” you said before turning and making your way out to Remus.

You knew what he wanted to do, and you would oblige.

You had about ten thousand more fantasies to think of during it anyway.

[eiightysixbaby]

blue raspberry syrup

(part 2 to sunscreen and chlorine)

word count: 3.9k

pairing: lifeguard!eddie x fem!reader

summary: a second meeting with your favorite lifeguard after pool hours… what will you get into this time?

cw: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI - SMUT. oral (m receiving), eddie watches reader get herself off, unprotected p in v, creampie, sex in a public place (they’re alone tho), use of pet names, temperature play

author’s note: here she is, finally! hope i did part one justice with this sequel, let me know what y’all think!!

Milky twilight began to fall over the community pool, the sunset casting orange and lilac reflections on the surface of the water. Fireflies flickered on and off in the grass beyond the fence, communicating in their own way. Meanwhile, Eddie busied himself with any task he could think of as he waited for you to return. He took out the trash, cleaned the disgusting bathrooms, washed his hands ten times afterwards, closed all the umbrellas positioned between lounge chairs. Billy had been the last one to leave at 7:30, telling Eddie he ‘better not pull anymore bullshit tomorrow’, and now Eddie finds himself taking a well deserved quick swim in the pool, cooling himself off after a scorcher of a day. One half of the water, the deeper end, is concealed by the pool cover, Eddie having left the shallower end open for use. He submerges himself underwater, propelling himself forward and then coming up to the surface, shaking his hair wildly like a dog. He pulls himself out of the water, hands flat on the concrete as he pushes his body up and out. His swim trunks drip the chlorinated water all around his feet, hitting the pavement in loud droplets. Drying himself off with a towel, he sees headlights pull into the parking lot, hears faint music playing from the car radio. You step out of your car and catch his eye, giving him a wave - the same little delicate wave you directed at him when he first saw you lounging by the pool earlier that day. You have a towel tucked under your arm, and another popsicle in your left hand. Eddie’s head swirls with delight.

You’d been antsy all afternoon after your shower session with Eddie, pacing back and forth around your room at home just trying to distract yourself. The minutes seemed to drag, moving slow like thick honey as you waited for your next meeting time with the lifeguard that made your heart pound. You’d showered and slipped on a different bathing suit, the other one being damp and cold and reeking of chemical water. You forced yourself to gain some sense of composure as you stepped out of your car after arriving back at the pool, unwilling to let Eddie know just how much he’d occupied your brain the last several hours. He beams at you from behind the painted metal fence and you feel butterflies take flight in your stomach.

“You and those damn popsicles,” he laughs, opening the gate to the pool to let you in, still towel drying his hair.

You held the frozen snack at your side, still in the crinkly white wrapper. You try to bite back a smile but ultimately fail. The squeaky metal gate closes behind you, Eddie positioning the latch into place with a clink.

“Thought you liked it, don’t tell me you’re gonna complain if you have to watch me eat another,” you look up at him innocently with round eyes, batting your lashes for effect.

Eddie just rolls his eyes, giving you a dismissive wave as he walks with you towards the water. The heat has dissipated slightly with the gradual nightfall, the intense glare of the sun now faded into a subtle wink. Crickets chirp in the grass, filling the night with sound, a lullaby coaxing the town to sleep. He finds himself sick with adoration as he looks at you, looking so effortlessly perfect. An oversized t-shirt covering you down to your mid-thigh, concealing the swimsuit underneath - he can see where it ties at the back of your neck. You wear white flip flops on your feet, toenails painted a bright shade of purple. The backs of the shoes clap clap clap as you step towards the pool, Eddie’s bare feet padding silently next to them. You lay your striped beach towel down onto the concrete, next to the pool’s edge. Eddie watches your every movement, his heart pounding in his chest. He wants to touch you, to taste you, to feel you all over him.

You sit on your towel, leaning your head to the side to glance up at Eddie. “Well, Munson? What kind of lessons do you have for me?” you ask playfully, itching to get his hands on you.

There’s a pause as Eddie thinks. His eyes trail to the still wrapped popsicle, and then back to you. His face twists into a devious grin. He sits so he’s facing you, legs spread as he gently pulls you to sit between them. He pulls you in for a kiss, forcing back the moan that threatens to break free at the mere contact with your lips. He hears you sigh into him, hands coming up to cup his face. Soft lips move against even softer ones, tongues searching the inside of cheeks eagerly. Your hands tangle in his damp hair, cold droplets covering your skin. When he finally pulls away, he admires your kiss swollen lips, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the bottom one. He picks up the popsicle, slowly working the wrapper off of it, and you eye him curiously.

Eddie holds the stick of the popsicle with one hand, other hand gripping your jaw, pulling your mouth open gently.

“Stick your tongue out, baby,” he murmurs, watching you intently as you oblige.

He presses the popsicle to your tongue, prompting you to suck it past your lips. You take only a little bit into your mouth at first, and Eddie doesn’t seem pleased. He tsks at you, lips forming a slight frown.

“Surely you can take more than that, sweetheart,” he coos, his eyes steady as they observe you.

He pushes the popsicle further past your plush lips, enjoying the way you let it all happen without protest. Less and less of the blue tinted ice is visible the further he coaxes it into your mouth, and your eyes tear up a little as it reaches the back of your throat. The muscles tense, making you gag a little.

“That’s right, honey, choke on it for me. You were such a good girl gagging on my dick earlier, you can handle this too, right?” his voice is almost patronizing, yet it sends shockwaves right to your core, wetness beginning to pool in your bathing suit bottoms.

You pull away for a moment, suddenly the cotton shirt on your body is too much, too heavy on you. You pull it over your head hastily, setting it beside you before turning to face Eddie once more. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him, prompting him to keep going. Eddie groans as you eagerly suck the popsicle, taking all that he gives you without complaint. He pulls it from your mouth suddenly, a soft slurping sound forming as you gather the sticky sweet juice from dripping past your lips. Without warning, Eddie puts the treat in his mouth, blue raspberry syrup coating his tongue. You feel a persistent throbbing between your thighs, watching his sloppy tongue lick remnants of your saliva off of blue ice. It’s not what you expected him to do, but you’ll be damned if you don’t find it fucking hot. He looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, sucking slow on the popsicle, driving you crazy.

You can’t take the teasing anymore, needing more of him, and you grab the popsicle from his hand. You lean into his personal space, getting him to lean back on flat palms. He watches you silently, hears his heartbeat in his ears as you suck the popsicle into your mouth once more, proceeding to pull it back out and kiss his neck with cold lips. He shudders, gasping when you press your cold tongue flat to his warm flesh, licking and nipping at the thin skin. You travel down his body like that, taking a lick of your frozen treat, then putting cold lips and tongue on Eddie’s skin, sucking hickeys into his chest. For the first time, you notice he has a nipple piercing. Just one, two silver balls resting on either side of puckered skin. The metal seems to gleam for you, calling you in. You take it into your mouth, icy tongue teasing the skin and tasting metal. Eddie whimpers, laughing a little when you pull away.

“Just now noticing that, honey?” he asks, pretty teeth on display for you as he smiles.

“I like it,” you reply easily, licking flat across his nipple once more before continuing your journey down.

Eddie knows where this is going, and his body practically vibrates with anticipation. Goosebumps break out on his skin as your mouth finds its way beneath his belly button, mouth kitten licking and kissing over his happy trail. He thinks he may die when you hook your fingers in the waistband of his swim trunks, coolly sucking on your popsicle all the while, getting your mouth nice and cold for him. His dick throbs, begging for attention. You coax the damp fabric down his legs, his cock springing free, curving towards his tummy. Before Eddie can even register it, your mouth engulfs him, cold tongue licking his shaft. Eddie tenses, throwing his head back and letting out a puff of air at the new sensation. A thin ribbon of saliva connects your bottom lip to the head of his cock when you start to pull away, licking up and down the popsicle again, tongue turning more blue with each swipe of it. You suck on the head of Eddie’s weeping cock, hollowing your cheeks out as he moans your name, fingers tangling in your hair. His cock practically aches, every cold press of your mouth against it has his breath catching in his throat, strangled moans escaping his pretty lips. He lets you work your magic for a while bobbing your head up and down, rolling his balls between your fingers.

The popsicle starts to melt where it rests in your free hand, and Eddie takes it from you, sucking on it while you suck on him. You pull off of his cock with a quiet pop, and Eddie grabs your chin, urging you up towards him. He kisses you hungrily, two blue tongues swirling around one another. Eddie stifles a groan, you taste like artificial berries and him and it’s turning him on even more. He’s not gonna let you have him so easily though, oh no, he’s gonna give you a taste of the teasing you gave him earlier. Just as he has you whimpering for him, he pulls away. He walks over to the trash can, bare feet on gritty pavement, tossing the remnants of the popsicle away. Turning back to face you, a grin spreads across his face and he goes running straight for the pool, completely naked, landing in the water with a huge splash. He comes back up for air with a gasp, hair sticking to his forehead.

“Eddieeeeee,” you whine between giggles, toes dangling into the water, watching him as he paddles around. “Need you,” you pout at him. “Now you’re being a tease.”

Your pussy throbs beneath skimpy bikini bottoms, so desperate for him to fill you. You can still taste him in your mouth, briny pre cum lingering in the back of your throat, and you chew on your lip in anticipation.

Eddie looks at you for a moment as he bobs in the water, arms splayed over his rescue tube that he snatched from beside the pool, keeping him effortlessly afloat. He has to hold back a devious laugh when he gets an idea. He paddles closer to the ledge where you sit, pulling the safety equipment from under his arms, holding it out to you.

“Show me how bad you need me, baby. Why don’t you ride that, and pretend it’s me,” he smirks at you, only growing more satisfied when you fail to form words in response, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Go ahead, honey, don’t be all shy now. Grind on it,” Eddie commands, gesturing for you to get on with it.

You delicately wrap your fingers around the safety equipment, GUARD written in bulky white block letters on the side. You straddle the rubbery red tube, one end of the object brushing against your clothed clit as you position yourself. An involuntary moan escapes your lips even at the minimal contact, and Eddie huffs a laugh, face sickeningly smug. Your face heats up instantly, suddenly ten times more aware of his eyes on you, like a specimen under a microscope. Your eyebrows knit together in concentration as you find a comfortable rhythm, riding the slippery material in desperation, dying to soothe the heat between your thighs. Pitiful mewls escape your lips, and Eddie raises his eyebrows at you.

“Oh, feels good, huh?” Eddie says, his tone mocking.

You want to reply with something witty, don’t want to give in this easy, but your core aches and pleads for more. Instead you whimper, wiggling your hips lower to rub across the tube, material dragging underneath your clit. The friction is so good, your hands grabbing desperately at the flat pavement beneath you, seeking purchase on anything and failing to find it. Your hips have found a steady pace, grinding against the spongey edge of the object, hair falling in your face with your head hung low. You moan his name and Eddie instinctively reaches down to palm at his hard cock. He shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he is, but all he can think about is how he’s going to be using that same equipment during his shift tomorrow, keeping this little secret all to himself. Your cheeks are flushed with arousal yet also a slight twinge of embarrassment as Eddie watches you come undone on a fucking rescue buoy, pretending it’s his muscular thigh you’re riding. You soak the material beneath you as your legs tremble, glancing up at Eddie with pouty lips, silently pleading for him to have his way with you.

“Fuck, honey,” Eddie murmurs, reaching up from the water to brush hair out of your face. “Get in here with me, take everything off,” his eyes are dark as they watch you, standing up on shaky legs.

You shuffle out of your swimsuit bottoms, untying the straps on your top and letting it drop to the ground. You ease yourself into the water, cold touching every inch of your sun soaked skin as you lower your body in. Your feet touch the smooth bottom of the pool, water rising up to your breasts, making you shiver. Eddie pulls you to his chest immediately, naked bodies radiating warmth onto each other in the cool chlorinated liquid surrounding you. Darkness seems to have crept further in now, like a blanket shielding your naked bodies from the rest of the world, keeping these secrets for you. Eddie brushes your hair to one side, kissing and licking at your neck as his hands find their way to the globes of your ass, squeezing.

“Need to fuck you, baby, right here,” he says, voice muffled slightly as he presses kisses to your shoulder.

“You’re sure no one will catch us, right?” you breathe out, voice wavering slightly as his lips tickle your skin.

“It’s just you and me, honey. No one will catch us. Promise,” he’s pulled away from you, looking you straight in the eye so you take him seriously.

And he’s telling the truth. The cops make their rounds nightly, stopping by the pool at 10:30pm on the nose every. single. night. Eddie knows this partly because of several almost-busted drug deals he’s attempted to host late at night in the pool parking lot, and partly from stories he’s heard from other people who’ve tried to have late night swims in private. Given the fact that their whole goal is to catch people doing illegal things, the cops have really become far too predictable, doing their routine runs and making the same stops in the same order over and over. Eddie chuckles to himself as he thinks of this, pulling you even closer to him, giddy with the promise of more time alone with you.

He lifts you slightly and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist. He dips his head down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth as his hands toy with the fat of your ass. His mouth sucks bruises into the skin around your breasts, teeth biting at the skin just for his tongue to soothe it afterwards. You can feel his cock pressing against you and you squirm in Eddie’s grip, aching to be full of him. His blunt fingernails dig into your skin where he grips you, mouth finding its way up your neck and to your ear, leaving kisses in its wake.

“Want me to fill you up, honey?” his voice rasps in your ear, cold wet hair tickling the side of your face.

“Y-yeah, fuck,” you inhale sharply as he sucks on your earlobe, pulling it gently between his teeth.

He pins you against the side of the pool, your legs still wrapped around him as he attempts to line himself up with your entrance. You finally feel him slip in, both of you letting out heavy sighs at the feeling. You swear you can feel him in your guts by the time he’s fully inside you, and your body feels like it’s going to short circuit from sheer pleasure. He bucks up into you, teeth biting hard on his bottom lip, brows furrowed as he concentrates on making you feel good. Water ripples around you with every movement, sloshing gently around your partially submerged bodies. Your fingernails claw at the soft skin of his back, sure to leave scratches on the otherwise empty canvas. Eddie’s barely keeping himself together as he fucks you, his pace less brutal than round one in the shower, but you feel too good around him and he finds it hard to will himself not to cum so soon. You’re so tight around him, so warm, and every time your muscles clench he’s cursing under his breath. You lean your head forward, resting it on his shoulder, incredibly grateful for Eddie’s tight grip on you - your body is far too overwhelmed with pleasure to focus on keeping yourself upright, limbs feeling like jello. Eddie’s hips snap into you with a particularly rough thrust, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot in just the right way, and you bite down on his shoulder to muffle a cry.

“Right there, baby? Y’like that?” Eddie’s voice is low and hovering just above your ear, sending a shiver right down your spine.

“Feels so good, love when you fuck me Eddie,” you moan, and god Eddie swears he could die from the sound of you saying his name alone.

He continues to plow into you at just the right angle, hands fighting to keep their grip on your ass, skin growing slippery from the water. You’re close, Eddie can tell by the way your breathing is staggered and your eyes are pinched shut, his name tumbling out of your mouth in barely coherent strings.

“E-Eddie, ‘m so close,” you whimper, confirming his suspicions.

“Me too, honey, fuck,” Eddie’s panting, hips faltering slightly in their movements as he pushes his body through water.

“Wanna ride you, Eddie, please,” you beg him, and he pulls out of you almost instantly, hoisting himself out of the pool.

“Come on then, baby, what’re you waiting for?” he smirks, laying back onto your towel, the thin layer of fabric easing the roughness of laying on pavement.

You follow him out of the pool, water dripping everywhere as you straddle his lap on shaky knees. You sink down onto his cock, hips falling into the same rhythm they’d had on Eddie’s rescue gear earlier, this time feeling so enticingly full. Eddie groans as your gooey walls envelope him, gripping onto your waist to ground himself. Heat pools in the pit of your stomach once again as you rock yourself on top of him, the new angle stretching you in different ways. You bring a tentative hand down to rub circles on your clit, the sensitive bud begging for more attention. Eddie can’t help himself, he starts rutting up into you, trying to match your pace. He’s right on the edge of bliss but determined to get you there first, pushing himself as deep inside of you as he’ll go. He’s sick with lust as he watches you ride him, delirious with the way your tits bounce with every jolt of your body.

“Gonna cum, Eddie, don’t stop,” you warn, fingers moving quicker on your clit, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Not planning on it, sweetheart,” Eddie grunts, driving into you again and again as you squirm on top of him.

A few more thrusts from him and you feel the rope finally snap, hunched over Eddie’s body as you come undone around him. Your chest heaves as you work through your high, walls fluttering harshly around Eddie’s throbbing length. You feel like your bones turned to mush as Eddie keeps bucking his hips into you, your limbs tingling with the overstimulation of it all. You press chaste kisses to his neck as his moans grow louder, biting and licking at his skin before he finally reaches release. He paints your insides for what feels like forever, loosening his grip on your sides when he’s finally done.

“Shit, honey. Milked me fuckin’ dry,” Eddie laughs, breathing heavy with exertion.

You giggle as you slowly pull off of him, a mix of your release and his leaking out of you, sliding slowly down your thighs. Eddie sits up beside you and you pull him in for a lazy kiss, sloppy lips on lips and tongues peeking out to greet each other. Pulling away, Eddie glances over at the clock hanging on the wall near the locker rooms. It reads just about 10 o’clock. He huffs a sad sigh as he turns back to you.

“We should probably get going, baby. Cops usually show up pretty soon,” Eddie stands, holding a hand out to help you up as well.

You stick out your bottom lip in a pitiful pout as you rise from your sitting position, earning a laugh from Eddie.

“Wish we could just stay here all night,” your pout persists as your press your palms to his chest, scrunching your nose when he kisses it.

“Trust me, honey, you’ll be seeing more of me. No way you’re getting rid of me now,” Eddie chews on the inside of his cheek, attempting to suppress his smirk.

You wait for him by the gate as he covers the rest of the pool and puts his equipment in his locker, admiring every stride his long legs take, thin frame lit up only by the light of the moon and the subtle glow of the flickering lamps in the parking lot. He jogs over to you, kissing you sweetly as his hands unlatch the gate behind you, metal scraping on metal as it opens. He walks you to your car, shaggy wet curls falling over his shoulders as he leans through the window to give you one more kiss goodnight. You pull a pen from your glovebox, writing your phone number in blue ink on his wrist, then kissing the back of his hand before letting him go. He keeps looking over his shoulder at you as he walks to his beat up van, giving you a little wave as you pull out of your parking spot.

Almost as soon as you get home, your phone rings - and you have a feeling it might be one particular lifeguard you know.

[barleyo]

Hey there, tiger.

Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hope you enjoy this (RUSHED) little drabble, there’s plenty more where it came from. My inbox is ALWAYS open, so don’t be shy to share any ideas or make and requests! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.6K

Tags: p in v, oral (m receiving), SLIGHT dacryphilia, reader taking sneaky pictures of the Colonel, stalker behavior, one sided pining, degrading, public sex, humiliation, workplace sex, reader being a creep (she's just like me tho)

It wasn’t supposed to be weird or creepy in the least bit. At first, it was completely professional, practically part of (Y/N)’s  job description, and she did not do it often in the beginning. Once, maybe twice a week.

It was so innocent: quietly following the colonel around base, not too close, a few feet to divide themselves. Scribbling down observations she made about him, about how oddly cat-like he was, how all Na’vi were. Naturally, she had to get closer and observe more often to get all the details. If she did not do that, how would she have found out about the colonel’s feline tic of gliding his tongue over his teeth when he was angry? Or how his kitten-like nose crinkled in disgust at his team’s frequent immaturity, or how his tail thumped the ground when he was waiting for something? 

Or how far down his deep, azure stripes went down on his body? Well, she did not know that one yet.

(Y/N) tried to convince herself that it was her job, no, her obligation as a biologist on Pandora to study all life: plants, animals, the natives. 

The Recombinants. 

Colonel Miles Quaritch.

Besides, the research was helpful to her team, surely it must have been okay if the ends had justified the means. Reading Na’vi body language was crucial to communication with the natives, and the recoms could provide just that with their newly acquired bodies and movements.

So what if she peeked around corners to catch a glimpse of his toned back as he walked away, or if she ‘accidently’ bumped into him in the hallway to feel his hand on her own as he helped her to her feet? 

“Watch it now,” he had said, hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder to settle himself, “be more careful, a tiny thing like you might get crushed next time.”

She was just doing her job. Hell, she could sell it as Na’vi-human social studies to herself, anything to rationalize her hobby. Anything to be near him.

Noting these interactions and conclusions was well and fine, but a thought had occurred to her when she reached the halfway mark in her journal that focused on all things Miles Quaritch. A girl can only describe so much with words, and some pictures to accompany her entries would do nicely. 

There he was, long legs spread as he sat on a bench in the gym, thick, blue arm flexing as he lifted a weight. The gym was completely empty, just Quaritch, (Y/N), and her polaroid camera that was ready to snap a few pictures and leave with her. 

She silently opened the door and tucked her journal under her arm, ready to glue the pictures in as soon as her camera spit them out. She sat on her knees: being low to the ground made it easier for her to get a clear picture. Peering her head through the cracked entrance, she held her camera up, focused it, and clicked. 

She could have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the colonel’s impeccable hearing capabilities. The second the shutter of her camera clicked, his guard rose. (Y/N) had not registered that he caught her until the screen of her camera showed a pair of black, heavy boots, tightly laced and dusty. 

“Can I ask what the fuck you think your doin’, miss?” Quaritch snatched the camera from her hands, pulling out the small polaroid that it dispensed. 

“No– sir, I promise, this isn’t what it looks like,” she said, scrambling to back out into the hallway. “I wasn’t–”

“You weren’t snapping pictures of me?” He shook the picture, exposing the image of himself it had burned onto the film. He grabbed the camera from her hands too, placing it on a nearby bench.

“Ah–”

“What’s this then?” He shoved the picture into her chest, hand gripping her shoulder to keep her from running. His face looked all but impressed, but his tone was teasing.

Her face grew immensely hot, she tried to turn her head away from him to hide it, but his finger fell under her chin and forced it up. 

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said, tongue running over his sharp teeth. That was the first time she had seen it up close, seen him up close. It scared her, but the excitement he caused her far surpassed that feeling. “Answer me, won’t ask you again.”

“It’s a picture of you. I’m so sorry,” she blinked away tears forming at her lash line.

“No, ‘m not sure you are sorry.” He pulled her into the gym and pushed her back against the frosted window. “Matter of fact, I’ll bet I’ll catch you doing this again if I don’t teach you any better. I’ll bet this isn’t your first time sneaking pictures of me either, sweetness.” 

“No, it’s my first. This is the only time I’ve tried.” (Y/N)’s eyes glossed over, looking too soft and sad for Quaritch to resist any longer. 

“Really? Guess I should go easy on you then, huh?” A dark smirk covered his face.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock out and gave it a few lazy strokes before forcing her to her knees and rubbing it over her face. Clear globs of precum got smeared over her face. Quaritch laughed as she tried to catch his cock with her tongue, letting it dart out of her mouth when it swiped past her lips. 

(Y/N) felt a whine constrict in her throat when he finally pushed past her lips and into her mouth. His big hands held the back of her head and held her still while he moved his hips. She moved her tongue over the underside of his dick, licking it as much as she could while he thrusted slowly in and out of her wet mouth.

She pushed her hands into her pants and rubbed her clit messily while Quaritch used her mouth. Her moans vibrated on his length, his control slowly slipped away with each noise. He let his pace loosen and let himself explore further into her mouth.

“I know you wanted me to catch you. You wanted me to catch you n’ punish you for creeping around,” he said through gritted teeth as he pushed further down her throat. Her throat clenched around his cock every time she gagged or choked, sending sharp pleasure through his body.

“Fuck,” he sighed. He pulled out and a string of spit connected (Y/N) to the tip of his cock. Miles took her camera and clicked. 

(Y/N)’s voice was croaky as she spoke, “What’re you doing?”

“Just leveling the playing field,” he said, smearing her spit all over her face. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, flipping her body around on the glass. “Gotta have a pic of my own, baby, that’s just fair.”

Pulling her pants and panties down to her ankles, Miles teased his tip at her entrance, slipping it in with shallow thrusts. 

“Please, I need the whole thing…”

He grunted and pushed the rest in, stretching out her walls. She bit down a whine when she felt his girth split her open, leaning against the window for stability. He was ruthless with his pace now, he was far too close to his own release to take it slowly, instead choosing to pull her hips back and slam into them harshly. Slick squelches and skin slapping echoes in the empty room.

“Wanna know something?” he purred into (Y/N)’s ear, deepening his thrusts when he paralleled his back to hers to lean to her ear.

She didn’t respond, too lost in the feeling of him burrowing balls deep into her heat, too dizzy with ecstasy to focus on his words.

“I knew what you were doing.”

“Wha– what d’you mean?” she moaned.

“Don’t act dumb now, you think I didn’t hear you followin’ me around like a lost dog?”

“I–”

“You think I couldn’t smell you? I could, the whole time. Took everythin’ in me to not bend you over like this earlier.”

(Y/N)’s walls fluttered and clamped at his words, feeling them rush straight to her cunt like they were injected into her veins. “You knew?”

“Sure did,” his rhythm became messy and rougher, abusing every spot in her. “Smelled how wet you were for me in the hallways, mess hall, everywhere. Dirty little thing, always wantin’ me.”

She threw her head back and let a string of profanities fall from her mouth. Her cunt gushed hot, clear cum, dripping down her lips and thighs and coating Quaritch’s dick. 

“Christ…” 

He pulled out and pumped his length, giving rough tugs until he came thick ropes on (Y/N)’s slick pussy. He stuffed his fingers into her after scooping some of his cum up with them, and snapped a final picture. 

“You’re so fuckin’ soaked, it’s crazy,” he laughed, tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting (Y/N) as well.

She was silent for a second before opening her mouth. 

“You aren’t mad at me, are you? For following you around?”

“Oh, ‘course not,” he wrapped an arm around her waist. “You aren’t the only one who’s been busy. I’ve done a little hunting of my own too.” Using his other hand, he pulled out a stack of pictures from his back pocket.

Her eyes widened at one. 

The picture showed her with her hands in her pants. She was sitting on her bunk, and the picture was dark. It must have been taken at night.

“Where did you get this?”

“Like I said,” his grip on her waist tightened, “you aren’t the only one who’s been busy.”

[tiyoin]

Taking a step back from twisted singer reader (I'll be back). I really want to expand/give origins ideas to the group chat(s?). Like how reader got the phone, how they got added and other things. Btw love who added that

With that said I'm starting a new agenda: ✨Grandfather Mozus Trein :D✨ Everyone knows that Crowley is *cough* neglectful & irresponsible *cough* always there for his students and never once put himself first 🤠. I feel like reader low-key reminds Trein of Anastasia (red hair) ya know? Maybe it's how reader plays with their hair when they start getting bored or the doodles on the written exams. All these little habits they share. Just an old man missing his family.

Someone has to be a responsible adult for reader and who else is better then a father with so much wisdom. He knows Yuu has a way of communicating and protecting himself so he isn't as concerned ,but poor reader can't do that to save their life :(

So I can see Trein giving them(mostly reader) a phone (B4 book 4). It's nothing new or special; it has an old blue case with a fading pattern and skuffs. The best part about it is Trein paying the bill. The wallpaper is changed to Grimm napping tho

It's kinda an unspoken rule that reader keeps it for the most part. With Yuu and all the things he tends to get into it would last a week if he was lucky.

More then likely the only numbers in the phone are Aduce/ maybe the other first years and Trein ,but I don't really see any of them be texters tbh. So not much coming in. Maybe a few homework questions??

As for apps a see maybe 2-ish games 👁️👄➖

Over all, it's just a classic antisocial person's phone. Until Cater finds out. Next time Yuu has the phone Carter tells him what should be added and how to #sign up for them. And Yuu being the person he is asks "Cater how do I help my introvert make friends?" Cater being the #helpful upperclassmen is he downloads the app and sends the invite.

The app they use is probably the twst discord. I think that's the only social idia has/honestly uses Some of them has like a cover for the icon. Like no one can know they use that app for whatever reason.

Everyone besides reader kinda knows what account belongs to which person. To add a bit of anonymous(ness?). Cuz no way would reader give her honest opinion about Rook or someone else if she knew that they themselves/close friends are in the chat.

Imagine if one of the guys that reader doesn't get along with ends up being one of reader's close/safe online friend. Like idk if you know who Aphmau is but she has a Minecraft roleplay PDH (don't judge me plss) where Aph and Aaron don't like each other irl but are really close online friends.

I'm sorry if my asks tend to be all over the place. I get sided tracked a lot and end up spacing out every 10 works. This was written between 3-5ish am. Also 👉👈 I think the reason we're on the same brain wave is cuz we're air signs.

Also thank you for liking/replying to my ask/yapping ☺️ it's means a lot to me

I've been waiting to get a Mac charger just to answer this ask🤭

GRANDFATHER TREIN IS SOMETHING I DID NOT KNOW I NEEDED BUT GLAD I GOT

because we always see crewel v crowley for custody over yuu.

but I defiantly agree with you that trein would see one of his daughters; especially anastasia in reader. whether it's by a few habits they both share, or how they're sometimes second fiddle to their more out going companion. but trein can see reader's life falling into shambles the more they're in twisted wonderland, the more they're isolated, and it kills him as both a father and educator.

and believe it or not, he cares about his students. they may not think so and curse him in the hallways, but they'll be thanking him in years to come, they always do (he prides himself in that, and the line of students he has at reunions telling him they're the best teacher they ever had.)

so maybe he pulls reader aside after class, ofc he can tell how tense they are, how nervous they are... especially by how intense their eye contact is, a little creepy but trein understands. he tells them to sit down in a chair he magically spawned as he flicks his head at lucien. who is all too glad to use you as a chair. he can see reader visibly relax as they're testing the water's with the temperamental feline, but trein starts talking.

he wants to help them, as he wouldn't be doing his job as an educator if he just stood by and watched you struggle. how he would have failed the pledge he made to crowley and himself if he let one os his students fall under the radar in favor for his smarter ones.

yes that should sting but it's the truth, and to no fault of your own. you obviously had... less than stupor teaching before this, and you have to catch up on a decades worth of stuff due to your... situation. and he is willing to help you during both lunch hours and free period. he also recommends student tutors for this and is willing to work out some kind of deal between you and the tutors. he wants to see you succeed. not just to prove he can turn a pumpkin into a carriage, but because you deserve it.

maybe you're not so much like his biological daughter, but like his step daughter. the one with a soul of diamond but a heart of glass. and if reader ever needs someone trustworthy (and he emphasizes this) that isn't actively split-dying their hair in their thirties or prances around with a bird mask then he is always open.

no matter how burdenous they feel relying on him, or if they think the matters are silly. he will tell it to them straight. he also suggests talking to cater diamond of heartslabyul, that if anyone can help you make friends, its that chatterbox.

dont even try to refute it cause trein AND lucien will be sporting you an unimpressed look.

but I swear to everything cater has a fucking NOSE- a sniffer if you would for introverts. or he has mastered chenya's invisibility spell and over heard your conversation because- I AGREE WITH YOU- yuu would 100% ask cater to help his little ol' introvert make friends.

so he seeks them out, grabs their phone while chatting away, and downloads 'magi cord' dw yuu is there too. cater even goes a step further and adds his contact to their phone because 'tehe he has the elusive reader's number and no body else does! #1inamillion #hewon! #he'sgonnaextrovertsohardit'llmakeyourheadspin 😼

but later that night you're fighting to go on the app when cater sends you a link, the second message he sends you (with 'hey hey! it's your fav upper classmen cay-cay here!' with an obnoxious amount of emojis, being the first)

it's a link to a magi cord group chat called; raven of secrets. (or smthn idk, I pulled that out of my ass) and he explains that the whole point of that group chat is to remain anonymous. there's a handful of members from different dorms and that's all you're supposed to know.

they talk about gossip, homework, assignments etc. the more he talks about it the more it sounds like a secret society. but nonetheless, you join.

and all hell breaks loose 🤭

personally I think that only a few people know who is who in the chat group. like the organizer because they gotta make sure everyone who has the link is an nrc student. and obviously there's a few friends who gave other people the link or joined together. but there's also active polls where people debate who is who.

just so it gives them the extra comfort of anonymity.

IMAGINE SOME ADMITS TO STALKING POOR READER AND IT TURNS INTO A THRILLER AHHHH (everyone knows who rook is. not because of his French, but because of his detailed posts)

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NO CAUSE I WAS ALSO AN APHMAU FAN HAHAHAH I used to eat her role plays up. but watching them now... they're super cringe and I can barely watch an episode of phoenix drop high 😭

and dont even worry about it 'being all over the place because I am literally like that and it's so fun being able to bounce all over the place hehe

AND YAY ANOTHER AIR SIGN😽

[allthelovehes]

Hardware Store Hookup*

Summary: Y/N just broke up with her boyfriend and kicked him out, she is redecorating her apartment and the guy who works at the hardware store just has something special to him.

Pairing: Harry x reader

Word count: 4.7K

Warnings: Smut!! Protected sex tho, oral female receiving, p in v.

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A/N:  Ugh, these two are so cute and loving. Makes me wanna paint my house and find Harry at my hardware store.

Setting down the last box of his belongings in the entryway of her apartment building. Y/N feels bittersweet. This building has been their home for the last two years, but the second she found out he cheated on her she was packing up all his shit and moving him out.

“I don't understand why you won't just listen to me! We can work this out!”

“I'm done talking to you, Michael.” She responds, her voice void of emotion. “The apartment is in my name, and I'm paying the bills, you're out.”

Michael huffs and walks around her as if he's going to leave, but turns around and comes right back. She can feel his eyes boring into her and her skin crawls. He's trying to play the victim and she can't stand it.

“Fine, you know what? Just... just fuck it, Y/N. I don't even want to live with you, you're an ugly bitch anyways. I can find someone prettier and younger to take care of me than some fat cow.”

“You're an asshole, Michael. I never want to see your face again.” She replies, opening the door and pointing outside.

“Fuck you!” He spits, picks up his boxes and leaves.

She watches as he gets into his truck and pulls out of the parking spot before she goes inside and closes the door. As soon as she locks it she collapses on the floor and bursts into tears. A year ago Michael was her knight in shining armour, her soulmate, the love of her life. Now she wants to erase his entire existence from her memory.

***

A couple of months pass and Y/N feels like it's finally time to transform their home into her own. The couch was a gift from her parents when they moved in together and it's not even comfortable. It's also stained and ratty and she's ready to get rid of it. She's browsing Pinterest when a couch catches her eye, it's white and has a tufted back. It looks beautiful, so she clicks on the website and begins filling her cart with things for her new interior.

Shipping the pieces takes quite some time as they get delivered by truck and they schedule an appointment with you to make sure you're home. Still, three more weeks until her furniture is supposed to be delivered, so she decides to make most of the time in between and visits the hardware store for some paint.

The hardware store is surprisingly quiet and she has the aisle to herself. There are dozens of different brands of paint and it's overwhelming, let's not even get started about all the different colour options. She has an idea in mind, something warm, inviting and calming. Something that feels like home.

“Can I help you?” A voice says behind her and she startles, almost dropping the cans of paint she picked out.

“Ah, yes! Please!” She chuckles, turning around and looking at the man behind her.

He's tall, very tall, and wearing a navy blue polo. He has a nametag, 'Harry' written across it. He's got curly, dark brown hair, and his face is handsome and symmetrical. The thing that stands out to her the most are his eyes, they're a soft green, almost grey and they remind her of the sea. His lips look soft and pouty and she can't stop staring.

“You seem lost.” Harry smirks.

“Yeah, a bit, actually.” She chuckles. “I need paint for my apartment and I don't really know how much I'm gonna need or where to start. I just wanna do my bedroom and the living room.”

“Well, first, let's start by picking out a colour. Do you have an idea of what you want?”

“Oh, um, yeah!” She smiles, grabbing her phone and showing him her Pinterest board. “Something like this.”

“Ah, I see. A warm colour, that's good. And what are you painting over?”

“Well, right now it's a cream colour.” She explains, following him through the aisles as he looks at paint cards.

“Okay, so we'll probably want to stick with a neutral colour for the living room, because the natural light changes a lot. Here.” He hands her a warm yellow coloured paint card, “This one would look great, it's warm and it will compliment the furniture.”

“I love it.”

“And your bedroom, we'll do something more daring, because that's more of a personal space.” Harry smirks at her. “I think something darker to add some mystery, but with a pop of colour would look great, like maybe a navy wall with a bright coloured accent piece.”

“I have a yellow throw I'm planning on using. That's good contrasting colour, right?”

“Yes! Exactly! You can use the yellow throw to really add some warmth, especially during winter, and the blue to contrast that and create some depth.”

“That sounds great.” She smiles, her excitement growing. Harry is charming and his excitement for her project is contagious. “I can't wait.”

“Let's head over to the paint mixer, yeah?”

They walk towards the back of the store, where the mixing area is located. During their walk Harry asks her what her more about the wall sizes so he knows how much she'll need. She tells him everything he needs to know and Harry gets to work. The heavy paint buckets cause his muscles to flex and his biceps bulge. He's definitely a looker and she can't help but blush and tries to turn her attention elsewhere.

“There we go.” He smiles. “Let's go get some painting supplies and we'll ring you up, yeah?”

“Perfect.”

“How are you planning on doing this?”

“Hm?”

“The painting.” He chuckles. “Are you planning on doing it yourself or are you hiring a painter?”

“Oh, I'll do it myself, it's only the two rooms, right? I can handle that.”

“You can, absolutely.” Harry grins. “You're brave. Most women hire painters to do that sort of thing, or their boyfriends.”

“Oh, well, I don't have a boyfriend. I guess I'm just doing this all myself.”

“That's admirable. I wish more women were like you, not afraid of getting their hands dirty. You're going to be fine.”

“I hope so.”

“Trust me, you'll do great. And if you need any advice you know where to find me. I'll be glad to help.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She says. Harry loves that she calls him by his name that she clearly read off his name tag. “I appreciate it.”

“It's my pleasure, darling. Let's get you checked out.” Harry gives her a small wink and they head to the counter. He helps her lift all the heavy items onto the conveyor belt so his colleague can scan them. He normally wouldn't give this much attention to a customer, but he's drawn to her, she's different.

Y/N notices him staring as they load her purchases onto the conveyor belt and it makes her blush. She can't help but look at him and the way his lips move as he talks. They look soft and she can't help but imagine what kissing him would be like.

“Will that be all, miss?” His colleague asks, snapping her out of her daydream.

“Um, yes. Yes, thank you.” She smiles, handing her her debit card.

“I'll bring these to your car.” Harry says, lifting two buckets of paint and carrying them outside.

“Oh, thank you!” She smiles, grabbing the other bucket and following him. She knows he's giving her some kind of special treatment as he shouldn't be doing this, but she isn't complaining. She's not complaining at all.

He sets down the buckets next to her car, and she unlocks the trunk so he can place them inside. He turns around and looks at her. He wants to say something, anything, to her, but he doesn't know what.

“Do you have a card or something? So I can contact you if I have any questions?” She speaks up, feeling brave.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Harry grins, reaching behind him and pulling out a small note block. He scribbles down his name, phone number and writes hardware store employee underneath as if it's an official business card. He rips off the piece of paper and hands it over with a goofy grin on his face. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She chuckles. “I'm Y/N, by the way.”

“It's lovely to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.” She grins. “Well, I have to get going. I still have to buy a few more things.”

“Of course.” He nods. “Good luck.”

“Thank you.” She smiles, getting into her car and driving off.

As soon as she's out of sight, Harry lets out a sigh and heads back into the hardware store.

“Hey, mate.” His colleague says. “What was that all about?”

“What was what about?”

“Don't act stupid. I've never seen you give special attention to a customer.”

“Shut up.” Harry chuckles, walking towards the back room. “It was nothing, I was just being nice.”

“Uhuh.”

Harry sighs, rolling his eyes as he starts to put away some equipment. He has no idea why he's so intrigued by her, she was just a normal customer, right? He thinks back to the way she blushed when he spoke, and the way she fiddled with her hands. Maybe he's just imagining things, but he's definitely got a soft spot for her. ***

She's spent the last few days painting the walls of her bedroom, as a darker colour needs multiple layers and drying times. It's finally time to paint the living room and she's excited. She's picked out the perfect colour and the weather is cooperating so she can leave the windows open.

She's put on her favourite music and has a cup of tea next to her as she paints. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she's wearing sweatpants and a sports bra. She's enjoying herself, and the room looks great so far. The colour is a bit darker than what she expected but she doesn't hate it. It's warm, and inviting and she's happy.

After a few hours her back and arms start hurting, so she decides to take a break. She grabs her phone and takes a picture of the wall and posts it in the family group chat.

She scrolls through her Instagram feed when she suddenly remembers the card that Harry gave her. She pulls it out of her pocket and enters his number in her contacts. She debates on whether or not she should send him a message, but decides to do it anyway.

Y/N Hey Harry, it's Y/N, the girl from the hardware store. I've finished my bedroom and I'm doing the living room now. The colour looks amazing, thanks again for helping me pick it out.

She sends the text and immediately puts her phone down. She can't believe she just did that. Did she sound desperate? Did she sound too eager? Is he going to reply? She's got no clue, and it's killing her.

“Get a grip, Y/N.” She whispers to herself. She shakes her head and grabs her cup of tea, taking a sip. She looks back at her wall and sighs, she's got a long day ahead of her.

The sun is slowly starting to set, and Y/N has just finished the wall. Her hair is still up in a bun and she's sweaty, but she's happy with the result. The walls look amazing, the colour is beautiful and she can't wait to show her parents tomorrow.

Her phone vibrates, and she grabs it to check the notification. It's a text from Harry.

Harry I'm so glad to hear that, love! I bet the colour looks lovely with the sun setting right now.

She can't believe he called her 'love' in a text, it's insane. He barely even knows her. But his message is sweet and cute and she's smiling like an idiot.

Y/N You'll have to come and check it out for yourself.

She stares at her phone screen for what feels like an eternity. She can't believe she just flirted with him. She's not even sure if he's single, and if he is, does he like her? He could be interested in someone else, or he could even be straight for all she knows.

Harry Are you inviting me over?

Y/N I'm not stopping you.

Her heart is pounding and her hands are shaking. She's definitely overstepping, but she's hoping it won't scare him off.

Harry I leave work in about 10 minutes. What's your address?

“Shit.”

Y/N Oh, it's 27B, Parkview Apartments.

Harry Be there in 20.

“Fuck!”

She can't believe he's actually coming over. She runs over to her bathroom and quickly brushes her hair and her teeth. Her apartment is a mess, and she's not wearing any makeup. She looks terrible and he's going to be here any second.

“Calm down.” She whispers to herself.

She walks out of the bathroom and starts cleaning up the living room. There are paint supplies everywhere, and she wants the place to look at least a little presentable.

A few minutes later she hears the doorbell and her heart almost leaps out of her chest.

“Coming!” She yells, rushing over to the front door and opening it.

“Hey.” Harry grins.

“Hi.” She smiles. “Please, come in.”

Harry steps inside and closes the door behind him. She looks stunning, despite the fact that she's wearing sweatpants and a messy bun, which makes him feel a little overdressed.

“Your apartment looks nice.”

“Thank you.” She replies, closing the window. “It's a bit of a mess right now, but I'm working on it.”

“Don't worry about it, I understand.”

“Um, would you like something to drink? Some water or beer or something?”

“A beer would be great, thanks.”

“Alright.” She nods, walking over to the fridge and pulling out two cold beers.

Harry sits down on the couch and watches her. She's got a few paint stains on her pants and her sports bra and he finds it endearing. He can tell that she's trying hard, and he's definitely charmed by her.

“Here you go.” She smiles, handing him a beer.

“Cheers.” He says, clinking his bottle against hers.

“To your apartment looking better than ever.”

“Cheers.” She smiles. “And to the man who helped make that possible.”

They both take a sip and stare at each other for a few seconds. Y/N has a feeling that something might happen, but she's not sure if it's the right thing.

“So.” Harry starts, clearing his throat. “What are you going to do now that the painting is done?”

“Oh, well, I'm still planning on doing a few other things.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I've ordered a new couch, and I'm thinking of getting a new rug.” She answers before Harry moves closer to her.

“So, you don't mind getting this couch a little dirty?” He asks her. Harry is blunt, but he feels the way she's looking at her. It's almost as if she's undressing him with her eyes, he can see the desire sparkling in them.

“Dirty how?”

“You know what I mean, love.” Harry smirks, taking another swig from his beer. Y/N doesn't know what has gotten into her. Normally she's not like this, not at all, but she wants him, badly. She's been craving him since the moment she saw him, and she's tired of denying herself.

“Yes.” She whispers. Harry doesn't reply, instead, he leans in and captures her lips with his own. The kiss is intense, full of lust and hunger. Y/N has been waiting for this and she's not going to waste the opportunity. The last couple of months with Michael have been stale, she's been missing this exciting feeling deep within her.

Harry pulls her closer and kisses her harder, his hands wandering over her body. Y/N moans into the kiss and straddles him. He grabs her hips and pushes her down on him, creating delicious friction between them. Y/N can feel him growing harder and his bulge pressing against her core. She wants him, and she wants him now. Harry breaks the kiss, and Y/N whimpers at the loss.

“You're a very good kisser.” He murmurs. “Are you always this good, or am I just lucky?”

“I don't know, maybe you're just lucky.” She teases, grinding down on his cock.

“Mmm.” Harry hums, leaning forward and kissing her again. This time, the kiss is even more passionate. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss, running her fingers through his hair. She pulls on it and Harry groans, his hands moving to her ass and squeezing it.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He mutters against her lips, squeezing her ass again.

“You too.” She mumbles, leaning down and kissing his neck. Harry groans as she starts sucking on his skin, leaving a trail of love bites. He knows that they'll be visible tomorrow and that his colleagues will have a field day. But he doesn't care, he loves it. He loves the fact that he's been claimed by her.

He spins her full body around in his lap, so her back is flush against his chest and his face is buried in the crook of her neck. His hands move up her stomach and under her sports bra. He cups her breasts and pinches her nipples between his fingers, making her whimper.

“You're so beautiful.” He mumbles, his lips pressed against her neck. She places her hands on his knees and grinds down on his cock, loving the feeling of him underneath her.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, thrusting his hips up, meeting her movements. “You're so fucking hot, you know that?”

“I'm aware of the effect I have on you.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, pulling her hair and forcing her to expose her neck.

“Yeah.” She reaches behind her to unclasp her sports bra and lets it fall to the floor.

“Fuck, look at you.” Harry grunts, grabbing her breast and squeezing it. Y/N throws her head back and moans. “Look at these perfect tits.”

He continues to massage her breast, teasing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Y/N arches her back, pushing her breast further into his hand.

“That feels so good.” She whines.

“Mhm.” He hums, licking a stripe up her neck. He loves the way her skin tastes, sweet and salty. He can't get enough. He sucks on her earlobe, one of his hands sliding down her body and slipping into her pants. He finds her clit, and two of his fingers circle it, making her gasp.

“Oh god.”

“Do you like that?” He asks her, continuing his movements because he already knows the answer.

“Yes.”

“You're so wet, baby.” Harry smirks

“Mmm.” She whimpers, grinding her hips into his fingers.

“I can't wait to be inside you.” He growls, his fingers dipping lower and sliding into her.

“Fuck.” She hisses, her nails digging into his legs.

“That's it, baby, let me hear you.” Harry grunts, pumping his fingers in and out of her. He curls them and hits the perfect spot, making her cry out in pleasure. Her walls are spongey and tight around him, making him impatient. But the thought of feeling her come all over his hand is more than enough for him to keep focussed. He wants her to leak all over his hand, to make a mess for him and only him.

“Oh fuck, please, more.” She whines, her thighs trembling. She's never felt this way before, the way he touches her, the way he makes her feel is intoxicating. She loves how she's still half-clothed, and yet, he's managed to make her feel exposed. She's not ashamed of the noises she's making, but she's definitely enjoying the way he's making her feel.

“More what, baby?” Harry asks, his lips grazing her ear moaning softly to send shivers running down her spine.

“More of you.”

“Oh, I'll give you more, baby. Just be patient.”

“Yes.” She cries out, feeling her orgasm approaching. She knows it's close, and she wants it, badly. Her hips start grinding down on his hand, her movements becoming faster and less controlled. Harry continues to pump his fingers into her, his thumb rubbing her clit, making her body shake.

“Oh, fuck.” She gasps, her walls tightening around him. She comes, squirting all over his hand. Harry moans, his dick twitching as he feels her squirt.

“Holy fuck.” Harry moans, watching the mess she's made. “That's so fucking hot.”

“Harry...”

“Mmm.” He hums, as he picks her up and roughly lies her down on her back. He grabs the waistband of her now completely soaked sweatpants and pull them down her legs, throwing them to the side. He does the same with her panties. He gets rid of his own shirt, revealing his toned body. Y/N is taken aback, he's got some tattoos, which is not something she expected. But it suits him, and it's hot.

“Look at you, such a pretty pussy.” He hums, admiring her dripping wet cunt. She's glistening and his mouth waters at the sight.

“Stop staring.” She chuckles.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” He laughs. “Would you prefer if I did this?”

“Do what- fuck!” Y/N exclaims, as Harry suddenly leans down and sucks her clit between his lips. He places his big hands on the inside of her thighs to keep her legs nice and open for him. He is relentless, his tongue licking a strip up her cunt, making her squirm and cry out. He laps up her juices, enjoying every second of it.

“Fuck, Harry!”

“That's it, baby.” Harry groans, sending vibrations through her body. She's gripping the couch, her knuckles turning white. It's an overwhelming feeling to have him eat her out so eagerly right after she came all over his hand. She doesn't know how much more she can take.

When she first met him, she never would have guessed Harry would have been this skilled. The way his tongue moves along her pussy, his lips sucking and licking her clit and the way his fingers dig into her thighs is making her dizzy. She knows she's going to come soon, and she's not sure if she's ready for that.

“Mmhmm, yes.” She moans, her back arching. She grabs a fistful of his hair and holds on to it, pushing his head further down. He takes it as a sign and doubles his efforts, his tongue moving even faster and deeper.

“Oh fuck, yes, right there!” She cries out, her toes curling as her orgasm hits her. It's intense and makes her see stars. Her whole body trembles as her muscles contract, and her mind goes blank.

“Jesus, you taste so good.” Harry groans, as he carefully licks her clean. He gets up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Harry catches his breath and he looks down at the sweet girl in front of him. She is completely wrecked, and he's not even done with her yet.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” He smiles, standing up and removing his pants and boxers. His cock is hard and leaking precum. He's long and thick, and Y/N can't wait to have it inside of her.

“Fuck.” She mumbles at the sight, a bit too loud. She's certain Harry heard her even though she didn't intend for him to hear it.

“What's that, love?” Harry grins, his cock throbbing.

“Nothing.”

“No, I want to hear you say it.” He insists, his eyes locked on hers.

“You're big.”

“Yeah?”

“And hard.”

“For you.”

“Fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, love.” Harry laughs. He grabs his wallet from his pants and pulls out a condom, ripping the package open and sliding the condom down his shaft.

“Come here.” She tells him. He obeys and walks towards her, getting down on his knees in front of the couch. He leans forward and kisses her passionately, his hands cupping her face. He slowly pulls away, his eyes locking with hers.

“You're beautiful.” He murmurs.

“I bet you say that to all the girls who need help at the hardware store.” She teases.

“Oh, shut up.” He laughs, kissing her again. He positions himself, his tip pressing against her entrance. He can't wait to feel her, to be inside of her. Y/N's breathing heavily, her heart racing. He teases her by slowly pushing his tip up and down her folds before slowly pushing it into her. Just the tiniest bit to make her all needy and whiney.

“Please.”

“Patience, baby.” He whispers, his lips inches from hers. He keeps teasing her, his tip rubbing her clit. Y/N moans and her hips buck, trying to get him to push his dick inside of her. But he makes sure to not give in to her desires just yet. He pushes back into her, a little bit further this time, his tip disappearing inside her. But he doesn't go any further, and Y/N lets out a frustrated grunt.

“What's the matter, love?” He smirks, his hand slowly trailing up her stomach and resting on her breast. As he rubs his cock on her clit, his hand squeezes her breast and he starts sucking on her neck.

“You know exactly what's wrong, you fucking tease.”

“Oh, do I?” He chuckles, his hand squeezing her breast again, this time a little bit rougher.

“Yes.” She moans, arching her back. “Please, Harry, stop teasing me.”

“Alright.” He whispers, his lips brushing against her ear. He slowly thrusts into her, filling her up completely. He stills his hips, letting her adjust to his size. She moans, her hands resting on his hips, urging him to move. He complies and begins to rock his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, his pace increasing. Y/N's walls tighten around him and her nails dig into his hips, as she tries to pull him even deeper.

“That's it, baby.” He growls, his cock sliding in and out of her easily. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”

“You're so big.” She gasps, her eyes closed and her mouth agape. He groans, his hips slamming into her. His fingers find her clit, and he starts rubbing her. Y/N whimpers, her toes curling as his fingers and his cock bring her closer to the edge.

“Yes, baby.” Harry grunts, his free hand cupping her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple. It's sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

“Oh god, fuck!” Y/N moans, her hips bucking, and her walls tightening around him. “Fuck, I'm gonna come.”

“Oh, baby.” He whispers, his voice dripping with lust.

“Shit.” Y/N gasps, her eyes flying open as her third orgasm washes over her. Her whole body is trembling, her muscles contracting. Harry feels her clench around his cock, and he knows that it won't be long before he comes too.

“Fuck.” He grunts, his thrusts getting sloppier. He curses under his breath as he pulls his cock out of her. He quickly rips the condom off and strokes his cock, coming all over her stomach.

“Fuck.”

They're both catching their breaths, both still riding their high. They look at each other and share a laugh.

“I've made a mess.”

“It's okay, my couch was a mess to begin with. We just made it messier.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles, leaning in and kissing her. “This was...fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” She says, her fingers running through his curls.

“How about we go and get cleaned up in the shower and then we can have a proper drink?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Y/N's never had a one-night stand like this. Normally they are rushed and messy. This was different. It was sensual, erotic, and passionate. And she didn't feel bad about it. It felt natural like she was meant to do this. Like she was supposed to have a fling with the hot guy at the hardware store. She's never believed in fate, but maybe this is what it feels like.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

With you -Pedri González

Please, tell me you guys didn't forgot about this little thing over here because I didn't, this is the little "blurb" an anon asked me for and yes, I took a long time to do it but I couldn't get anything for this. Anyways, hope you enjoy it, guys!

Summary: Your love connection goes beyond everything and you two know it

"Do you really have to go?" He asked laid on the bed watching you pack clothes for four days, you were asked to go to this art exhibition that was being held in Madrid, it would benefit a lot on your scolarship, it was something serious and something big for you.

"Well, yes. I hope after graduating, work in Barcelona's art gallery"

"You don't need to work, mi vida" You roll your eyes

"I do need to" You replied softly looking at him

"You don't! I make enough for the both of us, our future kids and even their kids!" He replied as you looked at him with a smile

"Out future kids sounds good"

"Don't change the subject" You giggle

"It'll be four days, they'll pass quickly, amor. You'll see" You leaned over and kissed his pouty lips

But two days without your presence were enough for Pedri to go madly crazy, he swore your pillow had lost your lovely scent a mix of vainilla and your favorite perfume, that he couldn't get enough of and the fact his bananas laid untouched on the dinner table, meaning you hadn't tried to sneak behind them and eat a few ones.

Pedri groaned thinking of a solution. And he stopped feeling lonely when he found one.

You were currently greeting the judges that were going to qualify you, along with your profesora, Julia, if you were or not capable of directing a gallery as big as this one, it was your last semester in Uni and you were halfway done with your internships, this being one of them and you needed to give your everything at 100% to be fully accepted.

You were nervous, you had facetimed Pedri who reassured you everything would be alright and that you will smash it but you felt like vomiting at the moment you stepped a foot inside the place.

After a lot of battle and thinking, you had decided to put a navy blue dress with a not so long V cut and beige stilettos along with your hair down.

"Te ves divina" Pedri had said "Wish I could be there"

You wished that too.

After some words from the owners of the place, the judges and your profesora, the event started.

You were pretty busy explaining the technique of the paintings, the hidden emotions and the history behind the paints to everyone who got close to you and asked for your help.

"Señorita, disculpe. ¿Podría decirme el nombre de esta pintura?" (Miss, excuse me. Could you please tell me the name of this paint?) You heard his voice, the deep Canarian accent that made you smile, you turned around smiling and saw him.

Pedro was standing in front of you, with a smile on his handsome face, he was dressed in a suit, a view you don't get to see many times and that you loved it.

"What are you doing, amor?"

"Couldn't stand being far from you" You smiled

"You're whipped, young man"

"I'm in love, which is different" He corrected "I hate it when one of us has to leave and I love when we're together" You smiled "Besides, I'm injured and staring at Fer's ugly face isn't the same as staring at your pretty one" You blush giggling "Te ves hermosa por cierto" He said

"Thank you, you look pretty handsome too" You stared at each other for a few seconds, smiling you shook your head "Which paint did you said?"

"Anyone you want, I said that to grab your attention to be honest" You both chuckle as you grab his hand guiding him to your favorite paint

You told him everything you loved on the paint, the type of painting and like you were doing before, explaining every little detail of it.

"You can buy this?" You nod

"You can"

"And would you like this one in our house?" You smiled at him

"It would look great, yes. You don't need to tho" You shook your head "These are really expensive and I don't want you to-" He cut you off by kissing your lips lovingly. You smiled into the kiss letting yourself fall into his charm

"Y/N?" You heard your profesora's voice

"Miss Julia" You smiled lightly "Mhm... This is my boyfriend, Pedro González" You introduced him as she smiled "Pepi, amor, she's my profesora Julia Andrade" They nod before shaking hands lightly

"Surprise seeing you here, Y/N told me she would come alone"

"Yes, she did, but I missed her a lot and I also wanted to be here for her since it's such a big thing for her and hopefully her career"

"That's really nice" She cooded a bit "Fan of art?"

"Not that much to be honest"

"Opposites attracts"

"A lot" Pedri said making you chuckle

"Feeling proud of her? She's doing an amazing job like always" Pedro nodded

"One hundred percent, she's amazing, smart and passionated, I knew she would smash this"

"I still don't know that"

"No, he's right. The judges are blown away by you, Y/N. They're talking about wanting you in Madrid and Barcelona for the two biggest arts museum's in each. I'm extremely happy and proud of you, my dear" You laughed in disbelief

"Really?" She nods

"I would let you get away with it as a celebration gift but I think that may be up for later, you're being requested for one of the judges to talk about your experience here" And with that she left you two alone

You turned to Pedri who was already looking at you

"Éxitos preciosa" He said kissing your lips "I'll be here cheering you on, te quiero"

"Que te como la cara, te quiero" You smiled kissing him repeatedly

"Let's save that for later, go and do your thing"

"You won't leave?"

"¿Pa' dónde me iría? My place is with you. You're my everything" He kissed you once more "Venga, va. Go, smash, end with your night with a golden brooch and let's go to the hotel so we can have your celebration" You smiled nodding leaning up to kiss him once more

"You're definitely my person, amor"

"Well, I know that already" You both laughed "but you're also mine"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[riririnnnn]

ngl as much as i like isagi it gets boring when he's winning too much 🤷‍♀️ i still hope he wins tho lol but he needs to lose sometimes idk wtv i love kaiser

Hm, I agree with you, but at the same time, I don't too—Isagi isn't winning 'too much', he is, simply, reaping what he sowed.

So, let's start from the start:

Isagi's initial ranking was 299 which is HELLA low, but, you know, that ranking was, somewhat, pretty.. false.

In short, there were 5 strata and EVERY team in each stratum was named from V to Z and EVERYONE, initially, held a ranking from 241 to 300, so we have no way to truly calculate Isagi's true ranking out of 300.

One more reason why I don't trust that ranking is because Ego is one hell of a cunning man—I bet there were more than just 'skills' as a criteria to rank them because I can never in my whole life accept that Niko ranked above Kunigami.

And in the first selection he LOST to Barou—he did NOT win right away. He did NOT score ALL the goals in their subsequent winning matches too—Bachira, Chigiri, Gagamaru, Kunigami, even Kuon shined in their own times. Isagi did NOT have the spotlight onto him all at once.

Skipping towards Second Selection, we remember him getting praised by Anri that, "Ooh, that kid is improving so fast," and it was, by no means, a protagonist point because, my brother in Christ, one of his abilities is literally adapting!

And after we get his new ranking of 15, and as said by Ego, it's a true ranking rather than a false one like earlier.

Then the story proceeds and he challenges Rin, and guess what?

HE LOSES TWICE AGAINST RIN!!

And then.

HE LOST AGAINST THE WORLD FIVE TOO!

HE IS THE LITERAL PROTAGONIST AND HE HAS BEEN SHOWN LOSING SO MANY TIMES ALREADY!!!!!!!

If he really had an actual plot armour, then he would've won against Rin the second time and would've gotten VERY close to winning against the World Five too.

You getting me?

And then he doesn't even have a ranking in the Top 6!?! His ahh wasn't even the runner-up of it—Bachira was!

And trust me when I say it, if it would've been any animanga other than Blue Lock, then that protagonist would've been the CF during the U-20 because WE ALL KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THAT MATCH WAS SINCE BLUE LOCK'S LIFE LITERALLY WAS DEPENDENT ON IT!!!!!

I'm so sorry. I promise I'm not angry or yelling at you. Please don't be mad at me, I'm just being passionate.

Now comes the current arc: NEL

I've already made a post about why Kaiser chose Isagi to be his rival (it may differ once we get Kaiser's backstory revealed), so keeping it aside, I want to say that Isagi is THE pacifist because if Kaiser did all that to ME, then I would've swung so fast like who tf you calling a clown, huh? You wanna catch these hands? Guess what, I'll give you these legs too.

Well, now focusing on FC Barcha match, remember that Isagi didn't score. He PASSED. How can people even forget that? Yukimiya nearly threw hands because of that only!

And then came Manshine City—bro, he literally got blocked by Kaiser and then he PASSED again and then he FAINTED!?!?!?!?!

All this time he was SLOWLY building up momentum and that's what we low-key saw in Ubers match and are seeing in PXG match.

He EARNED everything.

He wasn't winning everytime.

He has lost many times too.

We just have too many characters who are given proper amount of character developments which sometimes reduces Isagi to being just a protagonist—God! Us Fandom is so spoiled, aren't we? We are so well fed that we have become bratty, LMFAO.

And yes, I love Kaiser a lot too.

But in the end, the Roman Empire fell too, right?

[emerxshiu]

FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3

I AM SOOOO BACK

I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.

I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.

ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?

you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver

Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade

some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see

silly :3

fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it

thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)

also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day

Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk

ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned

background cuz i think it came out really pretty

doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...

also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing

I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything

Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol

I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual

Jambuhbye!

[papil0nglegs]

Vox + Daughter!Android! Reader

(Platonic)

Chapter 1: Glowing Eyes

(Ch.1) Ch.2

Warnings: Swearing, reader is “naked” (it’s a robot yall)

A/n: this WAS my first fic but I’m updating cuz looking back at it I know that I could’ve done sm better 😞in my defense I thought this would be a one time thing so ya, enjoy <33

Vox had been working on a huge project for years, way before Charlie had even been born. Ever since he started VoxTech, he always had an idea of a small robotic maid who did as one told them to. But of course, this would take many years to complete. Turns out making a robot maid cyborg isn’t the easiest thing in the world.

You were in a secret room, away from all his other products he had been making since the start. Mostly because you needed loads of stuff to complete you, but also because he felt the need to protect you, you were his creation after all. How could he not get attached?

He needed to protect you from the world, that includes Val and Velvette. He couldn’t let their hands on you, especially when Val has his breakdowns about one of his stars ignoring him for even a second. So he was the only one who knew you for the time being.

This little chamber he kept you in had you hanging against the wall, wires connected to the back of your entire body. You were made of stainless steel, and your joints had a turquoise glow between the cracks.

Your body was fairly short, you had a chibi like body with your arms and limbs being somewhat like mega man’s. You were a close 4’10 and you had electric patterns following the sides of your body. You had no face tho, just two ovals that would eventually glow an electric blue when you booted up.

Sometimes while he was in the room alone working on you, he’d “talk” to you. At first he thought of it as a joke, saying things like “Aren’t you a piece of work huh?” He’d say to you as if he were expecting an answer from your limp body.

After a bit, he felt a sort of connection to you. Since he normally acts fake around most people, news reporters, his v-team, the people that works for him etc. He felt like he could be more real with you, you didn’t react to what he said, you didn’t try giving him any advice, you just “listened”.

He’d go on rants about how much his little v-shits are such a pain to deal with, and how much he wishes he’d get a bit more appreciation around the building.

“This little smiling fuck, comes back, out of NOWHERE thinking he can be put up to me? Well not this time! I swear when I get my hands on him his big dumb smile will be wiped off the face of hell!!”

He yells while buffering a bit pacing around the room to you. He sighed sitting back down in his chair, turning his screen fan on to cool down-getting ready to get back to working on you.

Time skip: present

It was finally complete..you were finally complete. He dreaded for this day for so many years, and now, he can see if all his work actually meant something. If it was actually worth it.

He pushed the large red button-one that he’d always glare at at the end of a long day of working on you-to have the wires lower you to the floor, and release you from what kept you hanging up there.

Steam filled the area you were standing in because of the wires, and once it was clear, all he can see was you. Your upper body limp but your legs standing. He was confused, you were supposed to be on by now-what happened? Did he forget to add something? We’re all those years of making you the best you can be a waste? What went wr-

Suddenly, he hears a fan starting up. Your head lifts, followed by your eyes blinking turquoise lights rapidly before holding that light. You were just standing there, staring at him.

“Holy #$*%..”

You decide to move towards him, putting each foot in front of the other, your upper body still being limp, but you head remaining in its place. As you tried to move towards him, you fell. He caught you before your body hit the cold floor.

You looked up at him, recognizing him. It was a feeling you never had before, mostly because you just gained consciousness like five seconds ago, but you felt a sense of familiarity, along with curiosity. He looked proud, but confused. All his work is finally done, you were a spectacle. One that he had to keep safe with his life.

“eugh, we’re gonna get your ass some clothes.”

[gaslysfavgirl]

sorry if there's any mistake, i'm not fluent in English and this is the first time I've ever wrote something in a different language:)

Warnings: dirty talk, s3xual tension, orgasm (female receiving)

'Mon petit, I can't let you wear a dress like this anymore. I can't focus and I can't kill my clients every time they look at you.'

Your mafia husband, Pierre whispers to you, as he grabs your upper thigh. You look at him with a smirk, because that was your plan. You wanted his attention everytime, you were his only one and when he didn't focus on you... well, you made your way to get his heed. You wore a beautiful black dress, with a v cut in the front. You were never the shy type of showing out your prettiness.

'I'm just on your side tonight, to be pretty. I'm pretty, so i don't understand your problem Pierre.'

You spoke before drinking your glass of an expensive wine. It was delicious for sure, you didn't mind to drink one-two or even three glass of it. One of Pierre's client looked at you, his eyes were dressing you down. Although he knew he has just signed his dead papers. You loved the attention you got from everyone, you couldn't lie about it. This was one of the many things you loved being a mafia wife. The attention. Meanwhile Pierre didn't take his hand off of you, indeed his left hand went more and more up. You didn't really care, because he used to show off you're his. He has been proud of his prey. Of you. You were a good cought 3 years ago. The love between you two has just growed and growed. Pierre would spoil you with anything you just looked for more than a min. Especially when you wanted him. His strong arms were looking perfectly in that black button-up shirt, and you couldn't deny but only love the view. Those strong arms what were holding you last night and helping you to stand in his office while moaning his name. His eyes were blue as the darkest ocean in a storm and when he turned on, it only turned darker and darker. His body was the hottest thing you've ever seen in your entire life. It was your weakness, and he knew it damn well.

'Fuck, baby you're so wet down there. You might need some help aren't you? '

His voice was raspy, gentle tho. You didn't answer for his question, you simply ignored him because you'd never admit you turned on only thinking about him.

'I asked something, mon ange. '

Pierre didn't hesitat to touch your wet entrance. You were sensitive from his touch, and it only turned you on more. No words, he knows how to treat with a woman.

'For the fuck's sake, didn't i teach you how to speak? Do you want another lesson?'

He pushed 2 of his finger in you, what made you squeeze you legs together. Only if he know, you won't last for that long.

'I heard perfectly your question.'

You sighted and moved a little. You had to hold his knee or you would faint at any moment. Meanwhile his long fingers didn't rest, he just kept pushing inside.

'Let your voice out for me, mhm? '

He pet your labia slowly to tease you. He smirked as you let out a soft moan.

'Good girl'

You bit your lips not to let out any sound. You knew if he continues like this, you would fall in pieces in the chair.

'Stop it, Gasly. I don't want to come.'

You whimpered while he added another finger of his.

'It's not a want, it's a need.'

Pierre added speed and worked on to make you come faster. You were close, he could watch you falling in pieces. Falling from his fingers. He felt the warm, that your walls thightened around his fingers, and when you were just about he pulled his fingers out. You almost moaned out loud. You were seconds away from the heaven, and he robbed it from you.

'Next time, you learn not to get my attention. Understood? '

[sorehsu]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN. | respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

i don't really remember because it's been four years and i have the memory of a goldfish. probably just because he's my type. i do have a type that i gravitate towards writing.

is there anything you don’t like to write?

hurt no comfort. i don't read it on ao3 either. i'm also rly picky about smut and who i write it with. i only like writing it with friends / longterm rp partners.

is there anything you really enjoy writing?

hurt/comfort is my favorite. Obi-Wan Gets a Hug. also soft stuff, sleepy stuff. and bc love mentioned this when she tagged me, i really like having like a plotted universe w/ someone. i had a friend i had an EXTENSIVE modern au with and we were both writing all kinds of characters and it was the best time ever. they're not on tumblr anymore </3 but i love that stuff

how do you come up with headcanons?

they literally just come to me out of nowhere most of the time

do you write in silence or do you play music?

either or but i usually have a tv show playing in the background if not music

do you plan your replies or wing them?

i mostly wing them. sometimes when someone replies i immediately know which way it's gonna go, or sometimes i need to think on it for a couple days to figure out how i wanna phrase things, but mostly i open it and write it on the spot lol

do you enjoy shipping? 

yes! for obi-wan specifically i also yearn for an unrequited love plot ie your muse in love with him

what’s your alias/name?

cassidy

age?

26

birthday?

december 30!

favorite color?

pastel pink and blue. i like allll pastels tho.

favorite song?

it changes but it's almost always a taylor song. ummm right now probabbbbly "you are in love" or "death by a thousand cuts"

last movie you watched?

if we mean rewatched, it was rots. watched for the first time... ummmm does a documentary on the slenderman murders count

last show you watched?

currently rewatching tcw

last song you listened to?

lavender haze according to spotify

favorite food?

right this second my favorite food is literally pizza lunchables but usually it's probably spaghetti

favorite season?

i like both late spring and early fall for the temperatures but spring is probably my favorite for the vibes

do you have a tumblr best friend?

@wihlted @kenoebi and there are other people i love v much but i'm scared to tag anyone else in case they're like ew we aren't that close LMAO

tagged by @wihlted @valorums and i think someone else tagged me but its not showing up now??

TAGGING @maegicks @kenoebi @alootus @sgterso

[saetoshi]

in honor of being 19 years old now, i will share 19 fun (and one embarrassing) facts about me !!!

my fav movie is the super mario movie LMFAO it’s everything to me i love it

my fav blue lock character is, surprisingly, not sae, it’s bachira

my first language is spanish !!! but i learned both eng & spa at the same time, so i easily switch between both

the first video game i ever played by myself was the legend of zelda: the wind waker and i still haven’t beaten it to this day LMAOAOAOA

(extreme second hand embarrassment ahead, beware) when i was like 10 i used to play habbo and i made 2 accounts and pretended to be my own boyfriend 😭😭💀💀

my love language is physical touch !!! (receiving/giving gifts is a v close second tho)

i love playing doors on roblox w my bff even if im scared shitless by the end of it (i literally never play w the sound on)

the first anime episode i ever saw in my life was save me, lollipop episode 10 on youtube bc the thumbnail was so wild i was genuinely so confused that i wanted to watch it

i love love love wearing baggy clothes <3

im obsessed w rare beauty and (some) glossier products <3

my fav song is after the storm by kali uchis !!!

im not very used to listening to songs in spanish bc the most popular ones are reguetón and i dont like it 😭 but im listening to some v cute spanish songs primarily by the marías !!!

i wear glasses !!!

i’ve had a different haircut every time i go back to uni LMAO

the first manhwa i ever read was ‘what’s wrong with you, duke?’

i have 2 dogs !!!

i had like 4 writing blogs (all of which i left like around 600-ish followers) before finally settling w saetoshi <3

im much friendlier through text than in-person 😭 it takes me a while to feel comfortable talking to people in call/face-to-face, but when i do i literally never shut up

i had actually left saetoshi after writing 2 fics bc i lost motivation, but then i read this one (1) bllk fic and it literally made me go ‘omg i wanna write again’ and im really glad i did and that i managed to stay in this blog for this long <3

[ruiination]

tag nine people you'd like to know better

I. favourite colours: purple. pretty much all shades are lovely.

II. favourite flavours: it really depends. I love cheesy stuff. I like sweets alot but i am a little bit picky. I love like... spicy food too. Man. The only thing I really don't like is like extremely bitter stuff.

III. favourite genres: horror i fear.

IV. favourite music: I like so many different kinds of music. I find myself drawn to all sorts. From pop to heavy metal. From rap to country (aside from pop/mainstream country lmao). I like electronic music too. Synthwave and trip-hop are some of my personal favorites. I like pretty much all types of rock and industrial music. Really, when it comes to music there is very little I cannot stand. It's more certain songs or artists rather than genres.

V. favourite movies: honestly... I love horror movies and musicals. Sweeney Todd and Repo A genetic Opera are two films I have totally memorized. I absolutely adore horror from cheesy to terrifying. But again, I like a wide variety of movies. Some of my personal favorites are the two mentioned before. I also loved Jacob's Ladder, Hereditary, Videodrome, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the first one tbh), and various other horror movies. BUT I also like some other movies that are NOT horror! I love a lot of different genres of movies as well. Usually I prefer thriller/drama/mystery rather than romance or comedy, but I do like plenty of those as well.

VI. favourite series: honestly??? I would say Breaking Bad in terms of like... normal non-niche (aka anime lmao) or maybe the first season of true detective. In terms of anime, it is 100% Vinland Saga. In fact, Vinland Saga is more than an anime. It is easily up there with something like Breaking Bad in terms of quality. So fuck it, Vinland Saga. Re:Zero is a close second but... The novels are so much better that I can't even say that smh.

VII. last song: Dark Ocean Summoning

VIII. last series: rewatching vinland saga again.

IX. last movie: when evil lurks. movie was downright traumatizing. if you like horror, i recommend it.

X. currently reading: i am slowly re-reading the re:zero novels so I can catch up with the current arc. also been slowly reading frankenstein. as for manga, am reading vinland saga on release, chainsaw man (tho i am behind) and firefly wedding

XI. currently watching: blue eye samurai

XII. currently working on: survival

tagged by: @tsckcyomi tagging: @lucidxxdreamer @dexdgirl @luzofstars @cybrvce @hollehi @nivaera @cagedfirebird @heartheaded @unrealization

[zenosanalytic]

Paintbrush, Plasglue, and Holy Clippers: Skeletons Part 1

I have painted the Unquiet and Restless Dead >:3

My initial plan after The Goons was to start painting Orcs and Goblins to continue the skintone practice into greens and blues, but 1)I didn't have enough minis to really do that justice and 2)I saw some Really Cool Skeletons sculpts while out gathering goblinoids and I just had to try those first uwu uwu Here they are in their Baxes

And Here they are finished(and under the same image-editing I used for the last post; looking at these on my pc there's some definite distortion -I'm thinking maybe the Sharpen or HD function?- so I'll try to figure out better settings in future, or just a better lighting setup >:T)

I, again, didn't have the time to do this in one sitting; it took me from the 5th of October to the 16th.

My first idea was to batchpaint these, but 1)I hadn't used any of these bone colors before so didn't really have a preference and 2)6 is way too few for that. So my second idea was to do a color-test: paint each of the three sets in a different base, use one shade on half of them and another shade on the other half, and then see which ones I liked. But again: six isn't really enough for that either |:T |:T So so, in the end I just decided to go Hog Wild: The two WizKid "Deep Cut" minis I painted in a Vallejo mixture I cooked up, and the rest I based each in their own color. I actl HAVE good notes and process pics to share on this one, so I'll break this up into probably 2 posts. In this one I'll cover what I'm calling "The Wight", who really just needs to get some sleep c'mon guys!, and its Inevitable Odd-Couple Platonic Unlife Partner, The Champ(sword and shield).

Here's my Tired, Tired Corpse

My vallejo bone-recipe: 3parts Yellow Ochre(mustard yellow), 2parts Dark Sand(a dark beige/ivory), and 1part Off-White(honestly really close to the housepaint of the same name). I, sadly, didn't have an ivory at the time X| X| X| The "part" here is just 1 brush's-worth of each paint; each drop from the bottle is WAY MORE PAINT than you'd need for just two models. Vallejo's Off-White was WAAAAY Stronger than the other two colors so fyi

I really want to try out Vallejo's Ivory(which I, in the Future, have Now >:> >:>), but I REALLY liked the result of this mix; it's a nice, yellowed old-bone look. I shaded Wight in Earthshade and Champ in Sepia(both citadel shades)

Again: I really love both of these -___- the sepia on this base gives good shadows and a "clean" bone look, like THIS is a skeleton that CARES about its Appearance(which I also feel fits the vaguely charismatic, 'Party Time!' pose it's in XD); while the Earthshade gives strong, deep shadows and really Grunges up this skeleton that has Given Up on undeath, Quite Honestly, and just really wants to lie in its tombdust and Rot in PEACE why do you Adventurers keep COMING HERE?!?!

Weapons Next. I wanted Wight's sword to have a ice-enchanted look to it, so I figured I'd try out some dark blues I had: Beowulf and Cloudburst from Army Painter, and Dark Prussian Blue from Vallejo

I did a few swatches of them on the tissue I use to clean my brushes; Beowulf was too bright, DPB too dark, and I liked the look of Cloudburst(tho: thinking about it now, I prob could've done a Really Cool gradient of Cloudburst from the hilt to Beowulf at the tip. Something to try in future ^v^ ^v^). I followed that up by lighenting DPB with the LEETLEST BEET of offwhite, and picking out some edges and nicks in the sword with it. Here's how that looked.

Neat!

Champ's sword I painted in Vallejo Black-Green, and then Stippled using a long-bristled drybrush with citadel Gauss Blaster to look like an old, corroded Bronze sword(which: I dont think pre-industrial tech could actl MAKE bronze swords that long without also making them super wide and heavy[I mean: idk if INDUSTRIAL tech can], but this is a fantasy world, they have magic, It's Fine), and I quartered its shield in Red and Yellow ala the stereotypical Saxon/English pattern, painted the outer ring and boss with Vallejo black, the interior with APSP Dark Wood, its straps(and its sword's hilt) with APSP Ruddy Fur, and then used val black and a detail brush to sketch the joins

They came out a bit thick and sloppy unfortunately, but I think it's Fine u_u u_u u_u

Next I did the Wight's rotting flesh and hair. First I tried a mix of Vallejo "Basic Skin"(Yikes :|) and Dark Sand, washed in citadel's Soulblight Grey shade, which created a Gr8 old, bloodless, dead flesh basecolor. Then, to give it that Fetid rotting look, I went over THAT with a dark green shade, Citadel Poxwalker, which TOTALLY killed the effect; it applied too evenly and was just too intense(and blue) a green for the look I was... looking for X| X| So: I went to the hobbystore to look for alternatives, found an AP speedpaint called "Rigor Mortis" which sounded promising, picked up another green citadel shade called "Kroak Green" which was yellower and paler than poxwalker, covered with Rigor Mortis(gr8 dead flesh color), washed in Kroak, and it looked AWESOME. For good measure I went back with Poxwalker and a detail brush to darken the most recessed places and really liked how it turned out. Wight's hair I painted in Val Green-Black mixed with black to darken(I think it was 2-to-1 but I didnt write ti down X| X| X|), washed in Soulblight to give it that faded dead-hair look, which looked stupendous, then applied Poxwalker which, oddly enough, worked JUST fine with the hair.

All that was left at this point was to do the metallics and the bases. I used that Tabletop Minion's technique for old or corroded metals again, drybrushing Army Painter's Evil Chrome(NOT a speedpaint) on Champ's sword, and APSP Broadsword Silver on its shield-ring and boss, and APSP Enchanted Steel(a sort of blue-green-silver?) over Wight's sword. Both worked well but I was REALLY blown away by the subtle sparkle in Wight's sword

I think these photos capture the sheen on Wight's sword pretty well, but one of the edits I did smoothed out Champ's sword-closeup WAY too much to get a good idea of the bronze >:T >:T >:T

As to the bases, I did a three-tone gray stone using citadel opaque paints: Mechanicus for the basecolor, a dry brush of Dawnstone on top of that, then a lighter drybrush of Celestra on top of THAT. I shaded it with Nuln Oil(citadel black shade), touched up the Celestra dry brush, and then varnished!

Ok ^v^ Tomorrow I'll cover the Mooks of my Undead: the Soldier and Miner Skeletons

[chlotual-archive]

hii chlo !! what r ur top 3 fav albums of all time?

(btw i hope u had a good bday & i luv ur theme 🤍)

hi jay!!!! thats a tough question bcs i love so many albums like SO many. but if i had to narrow it down itd be:

1. m1 blue hour by txt (ik it’s technically an ep but idc)

2. this is why by paramore

3. in rainbows by radiohead

sawayama by rina is a v close second tho