#credits to @strangergraphics for divider

[dulcescorderitas]

you were sprawled out on the bed, propped up on your elbows, watching dean rifle through the duffel bag like a man on a mission. his t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders, the fabric pulling tight across his back every time he moved, and you couldn’t help the slow grin spreading across your face.

“what?” he asked without looking up, his voice already carrying that edge of suspicion.

“nothing,” you said, your tone far too sweet to be believable. “just… thinking.”

he straightened up, turning to pin you with one of those looks, the one that said he knew damn well you were up to something. “don’t like the sound of that. what are you plotting?”

“oh, nothing bad,” you teased, pushing yourself up and crossing your legs. the way his eyes flickered to the bare skin of your thighs didn’t go unnoticed. “i just had an idea. something fun.”

“fun,” he repeated, folding his arms over his chest, skeptical. “define fun.”

instead of answering, you reached over to the nightstand, pulling out the little bundle of satin you’d stashed there earlier. the blush-pink fabric shimmered in the light as you held it up, dangling it from your fingers. dean’s expression shifted immediately, his brows shooting up, followed by a bark of laughter.

“you’re kidding.”

“oh, come on,” you said, giving the panties a little shake. “you’ve got the confidence, the body… i bet you’d look amazing in these.”

“yeah, no,” he said, but there was a hint of pink creeping up his neck, and his gaze lingered just a little too long on the silky fabric.

“baby,” you purred, slipping off the bed and sauntering over to him. “you trust me, don’t you?”

“not when you’ve got that look in your eye,” he muttered, but he didn’t stop you when you pressed the panties into his hand. your fingers brushed his, the contact deliberate, lingering, and you saw the way his throat worked as he swallowed.

“just try them on,” you coaxed, stepping closer, your voice dropping to a murmur. “for me?”

his jaw tightened, the muscle there jumping as he considered you, the challenge in your tone, the heat in your eyes. finally, he let out a low groan, running a hand down his face. “fine. but if you laugh, we’re done.”

“scout’s honor,” you said, your grin widening as he grabbed the panties and stalked toward the bathroom.

the door clicked shut behind him, and you barely managed to stifle the giggle bubbling up, pressing a hand to your mouth. but when the door creaked open a few minutes later, the laughter died in your throat.

there he was, standing in the doorway, and holy hell. the pink satin clung to him in ways that were downright sinful, hugging his hips, the delicate fabric contrasting starkly with his rough, rugged features. your eyes dragged over him, taking in the way the panties framed him, the way they sat low on his hips, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“say something,” he growled, his voice low, rough, but his cheeks were flushed, his stance more self-conscious than you’d ever seen.

you didn’t say anything, not at first. instead, you stepped closer, your hands reaching out to trail along his sides, your fingers brushing over the silky fabric. “god, dean,” you murmured, your voice thick with heat. “you have no idea how good you look right now.”

his breath hitched, and his hands came to rest on your hips, pulling you flush against him. “this is insane,” he muttered, but there was a rough edge to his voice now, his eyes darkening as they locked on yours.

“maybe,” you agreed, your lips curving into a wicked smile. “but it’s kind of turning you on, isn’t it?”

his grip on your hips tightened, and instead of answering, he dipped his head, capturing your lips in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. his hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you easily, and you wrapped your legs around him, the soft press of satin against your skin making your head spin.

“you’re unbelievable,” he murmured against your lips, but the way he was walking you backward toward the bed told you he wasn’t complaining.

“your idea of unbelievable might just become your favorite thing,” you teased, dragging your nails lightly over his shoulders.

and when he laid you down, his body covering yours, the silky fabric of those panties brushing against you in all the right ways, you couldn’t help but think you’d never been more right.

lamy's note: courtesy of miss rhonda hurley

taglist: @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze

[maybejj]

CRIMINAL LOVE PART 1

♥︎ masterlist ♥︎

SOCIAL MEDIA AU AND IRL, 18+ MDNI

rafe cameron x college!reader

warnings: mentions of stabbing, mentions of drugs

summary: With your last semester of grad school breezing by, you felt like you could sleep through the next couple of months and still graduate at the top of your class. You only had to get through 3 more months until you walked across the stage and rightfully earned your Master in Criminal Justice degree. All your hard work would finally be paid off. Until your professor hits you with one last assignment that will make you question everything. The assignment? Prisoner Penpals from the State of North Carolina Correctional Facility. Your penpal? Rafe Cameron. His sentence? Life without parole. His crime? First degree murder.

Part 2

Notes: welcome to part 1 of criminal love! if you read closely I’ve thrown in a little easter egg from my gossip girl series, if you catch it let me know! these stories are not at all connected, just having some fun! also Barry from outer banks doesn’t have a last name so I kept the actors actual last name. i’m super excited for this story so let me know what you think so far! thank you for reading as always 🫶🏻

taglist: @marleymarleymarleymarley

[cybersunnie]

operation mistletoe

With a mistletoe, RAFE CAMERON can do just about anything.

includes fem!reader / soft!rafe / fluff / established relationship / brief conflict / petnames ("baby") / safe for minors to read! / wc 951

When you came home from work tired and in a pissy mood, all you wanted was some peace and quiet. 

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, had different plans. 

Rafe thought attacking you with tickles would be a good way to greet you. He had done it before. You laughed, the sound shrill and bouncing off the walls. And he got a laugh out of it, too. No harm, no foul. What could go wrong this time? Especially since it was the holiday season—all cheer and festive?

Everything, apparently. 

You knew he had good intentions when he pounced on you the moment you stepped inside, his fingers tickling your sides. But instead of letting out a chorus of laughter, you snapped at him. You could tell he was caught off guard, the grin on his face faltering as you told him to stop and muttered how annoying he was under your breath. The hurt that flashed across his face stung, but you didn’t take it back. You wished you had, though. 

Now, you were curled up on your bed.

Neither of you had spoken a word to each other after that, not even a glance, and you were sure it was killing him as much as it was killing you. Sure, it had only been ten minutes, but underneath all your anger was someone who just wanted her boyfriend.

You felt the bed dip behind you. Rafe cleared his throat.

“Baby?” 

You stared hard at the wall. It was nice to hear his voice. “What?”

As he moved closer, you felt the space between you shrink, the warmth of his body engulfing yours. Every part of you wanted to fall into him, into his embrace. Maybe you should.

“Look at me.”

“No,” you mumbled, not bothering to turn your head. The wall was more interesting to look at.

You heard Rafe fail to stifle his scoff. He was probably clenching his jaw, too. You were aware that you were being unreasonably stubborn. But you knew, for you, he would be patient—at least, he would try to be patient. Always.

“Don’t be like that,” he spoke gently. “C’mon, my arm’s gonna get tired.”

Good. You hoped his arm got tired. 

Wait, why would his arm get tired? What was he doing?

A frown formed on your face, and your ever-growing curiosity made you roll over.

You didn’t see anything out of the ordinary at first. But then your gaze followed up his raised arm, and you saw that he was holding a mistletoe above the two of you. Where did he—? Your eyes darted to the doorway of your bedroom. The mistletoe you had hung there weeks ago was gone. 

Oh, this motherfucker. He was clever, you would give him that.

With raised brows, he shook the mistletoe. “Y’know what that means.”

“Rafe,” you groaned, running your hands over your face.

“We have to kiss.”

You splayed your fingers to peek at him and saw his face was closer than before. For a split second, your mouth curved into a smile. You were in love with an idiot. 

“We don’t have to.”

He smirked. “Tradition says otherwise.” 

That made you sigh. He wasn’t going to give up, was he? 

Your hands dropped from your face, and you glanced at the mistletoe. It was just there, taunting you. Kiss, kiss, kiss! Still, you didn’t move. But Rafe inched closer, and you watched how his gaze skimmed over your features. He looked at you like you were everything he wanted and more. You were made for me, his eyes screamed. 

Your stubborn act buffered. You couldn’t resist any longer. You leaned in, too, your cheeks on fire.

He exhaled, almost like he was relieved you had relented, and locked his lips with yours. You had kissed him countless times before, yet he still had you burning as if it was your first. His free hand slipped to cup your jaw, his mouth moving with yours, communicating to you in a language only you two understood. This was more than just your boyfriend stealing a kiss from you while you were mad at him.

You were the first to part, your lips brushing his for one last taste before reeling away. When your eyes fluttered open, any lingering irritation there was gone.

Rafe lowered his raised arm, letting go of the mistletoe to hold your face. His nose bumped into yours as if he were going in for another, but he held back, sucking in a breath.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he muttered, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Really.”

You shook your head. 

“No, I’m sorry. I was in a bad mood, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” you said, your voice sweet and smooth like honey. “You’re not annoying.”

He squinted just the tiniest bit. “Nah, I can be pretty annoying.”

You gaped at him as if he had insulted you. It felt like he did. How dare he doubt your words. 

“That’s not true,” you insisted, wrapping your fingers around his wrist.

Seemingly unconvinced, Rafe hummed and tilted his head forward until his forehead touched yours. He had to be fishing for compliments. Then you saw his lips twitch as he fought back a grin. That told you enough. He was definitely fishing for compliments.

You narrowed your eyes. “You trying to pick a fight with me?”

“Fuck, no,” he breathed out, laughing.

And then Rafe kissed you again, a hand cradling the back of your head, and your lips melted against his. He moved to hover above you, his body caging you in, and chuckled into your mouth. You did the same. 

This was the peace and quiet you needed.

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[pinkrottenpony]

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[agardenofbasil]

“you’re easy to love.” + pedri/ferran (ferran says it) thank you ❤️

A little angsty...

Ferran told them this is a bad idea. 

Somewhere out on the dance floor are their other teammates, who are finally letting loose after weeks of games and practices and media responsibilities. One weekend of rest before they have to gear up for the next La Liga matches. Hansi Flick warned them to be careful but otherwise, the world is theirs. And Ferran had every plan to be on the dancefloor with them, to think of anything until he saw Pedri at the bar. 

Ordering another drink. 

“This is a bad idea,” he warned Fermin, who ordered Pedri’s first drink and swore up and down that he’d keep an eye on him. Because Ferran remembers what happened in Berlin.

History has a way of repeating itself, Ferran thinks as he watches Pedri drain the glass.

“Everyone else has someone except me,” Pedri slurs.

“No. Half the team's single.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why don’t I have anyone?”

“I don’t know,” Ferran sighs. “Maybe because you stay  at home and play with your dog all day?”

Pedri makes a face. “Is that a euphemism?”

“That’s the truth.”

“Can I get another-”

“No,” Ferran cuts in, looking the bartender dead in the eye. “He’s had enough.”

Another face. “I can decide when I’ve had enough.”

“Pedri.” Ferran shakes his head at the bartender, who, having seen God, walks towards another patron.

Pedri folds his arms, but stumbles forward. Ferran catches him swiftly, straightening him up even though the midfielder is still mad. “You have it easy,” Pedri insists. “You can… be tall.”

Ferran tries not to laugh. “What?”

“You’re tall,” Pedri yells, eyes bright like it’s the first time he’s noticed his height. 

“That’s not-”

“You could get anyone you want! I message one girl on Instagram and I get ghosted after five messages. What gives?”

Ferran swallows the hard lump in his throat. “I can't get anyone I want,” he grits out. 

“Then it's me.”

“It's not.”

“Maybe I'm too hard to love.”

“Stop.”

“That has to be it, right?”

Here we go. Just like Berlin.

“Pedri, you’re not-”

“There has to be!”

It’s not fun anymore. Being here. It’s worse than Berlin, where Pedri was moping about his leg. This time, Ferran’s watching Pedri slide straight into the hell that is self-doubt. 

Wait. No. Pedri’s literally sliding.

The midfielder’s head thumps against Ferran’s chest.

“For fuck’s sake-”

“I’m always alone.”

Among the noise, Pedri’s words send a chill down Ferran’s spine.

“Do you really feel that way?” Ferran asks. Pedri doesn’t answer. “Can you hear me?”

Still no answer.

“Dumbass thought he could handle three drinks. Idiot. Dumbass.”

Silence.

“You’re easy to love.”

Nothing. 

“Loving you is so damn easy. I would know. Been doing it for years.”

Pedri mumbles, and his head digs heavily into Ferran’s sternum.

“What?”

“I said, can we go home?”

Ferran tightens his arm around Pedri's shoulder, the same way his chest tightens when Pedri’s phone lights up from another Instagram notification. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

...but good news, you get a full Ao3 version. Hope you enjoy. 🍃

[kawoala]

HOWDY! welcome to meeya’s diner. while you figure out what to eat, what can i get you to drink?

𝐵𝒰𝑅𝒢𝐸𝑅𝒮 ; fandoms.

haikyuu!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . $.50

my hero academia . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . $.75

𝒮𝐼𝒟𝐸𝒮 ; situation.

send in any situation you want . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . $.01

𝒟𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒮 ; relationship tropes.

best friends to lovers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . matsukawa issei.

enemies to lovers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . sugawara koushi.

strangers to lovers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . fumikage tokoyami.

nerd x jock . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . suna rintarou.

black cat x golden retriever . . . . . . . . . . . . . . shoyo hinata.

exes to lovers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . kenma kozume.

roommates to lovers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . kuroo tetsuro.

forced proximity . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . tanaka ryuunosuke.

workplace romance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . atsumu miya.

rockstar x groupie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . sakusa kiyoomi.

brothers best friend . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . iwaizumi hajime.

→ the back of the menu.

i. how to rq ; order a burger (a fandom/character), then pick the side (a situation—can be whatever you want) that comes with it. all that’s left is to pick a drink (a relationship trope). ALSO, lmk if you want it smau or traditional! ii. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE. once a trope is chosen, the trope is closed ; it cannot be requested again. iii. will try to get them out as fast as possible!

[velisle]

merry christmas! 🎄🎁✨ can you brainrot a little (or a lot…?) about darius in the answer to this ask? :3c

aww thank you for the sweet ask anon! ⁠♡

major spoilers, theories, yapping utc

ɪ. ⋆.˚🪞 ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ 🪽⋆ ˚｡

omg you don't know how badly i want to run my fingers through his hair. i mean look at this?!

no, do not get distracted by that stupid smile. focus. on. the. hair. it looks so SO fluffy. i just wanna mess it up and get it to cover his eyes or brush back his bangs and smoooch his forehead!!

also want to make him wear one of these ↑↑

he'd be the cutest boy in veli town.

moving on to the face... his cheeks are squishable material. meant to be pinched and pulled at as he does to ours. i need to nuzzle my cheek against his. wait that's almost like pet behaviour...

cybird give him a pouting sprite WHEN??

I think it's pretty much established we all want his fur coat for ourselves. he looks sm prettier without it anyway <3

ɪɪ. ‧₊˚ ☁️ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ + ꜰᴏᴏᴅ🍦ּ ֶָ֢.

now this looks like hell to solve but i'm low-key considering getting a milk puzzle cus of him...

crack hc time: dari drinks a cup of milk every night before he goes to eep. i'd say he dips a few cookies in it too. but he doesn't like dry food such as biscuits... altho maybe it'd be bearable to eat since they'd be more soaked?

on his card it says that he likes food that's difficult to make or obtain. and in the recent jp event, he's stated that one of his favourite food is mille feuille glacé.

on the other hand, we also find out somewhat why he doesn't like potatoes: apparently he's eaten them so much (in his past presumably) that he's sick of them, and never wants to eat them again. yes he literally says this.

which leads me to my very self indulgent theories about his past. it's pretty clear he comes from a well-to-do family, such as he knows proper table manners (but purposefully ignores it), wears luxurious clothes, choice of weapon, had his birthday celebrated a great many times etc.

perhaps there was a figure who forced him to do things, such as eating potatoes (there'd be no reason for him to force himself to eat it unless there was nothing else left to eat) and confining to the rules of nobility. so maybe eating messily is his way of rebelling and showing he has more control over his life now?

ɪɪɪ. 𓍢ִ🦢⋆˚ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ 🩰 . ݁˖

he's clearly a two faced character. even if someone hadn't played ikevil, you could tell there's something fake and off-putting about him, his actions, the way he speaks. especially his voice.

there's often themes or analogies to a child made in his content when it comes to his behaviour. ex: pouting, tilting his head, resting his chin on a hand, pinching kate's cheeks, drooped head and shoulders when he's 'sad'.

like a child, he does things on a whim, simply because he wants to for his own pleasure. he doesn't care much for other's opinions.

quite a few times, you'll notice "rewards for good children" and "punishments for the bad ones" being brought up in his bond stories, voicelines, events, etc. I'm not sure if this will be lost in translation when it comes to EN server or if they'll go a different direction with it. again i feel like this all comes back to his past with his family.

he's lowkey giving yandere vibes like elbie and ellis too. has jokingly mentioned about wanting to send kate to germany on a couple occasion but bro, i don't think it's a joke anymore.

in regards to the way he keeps labelling non cursed people as "humans"... i think it could be because he's very alienated or distant with his own emotions. he's not able to put a name to the feelings kate makes him feel. warmth, compassion, love, so rawly human. he constantly speaks about humanity as a whole, as if he's excluded from the rest, as if he's not one of them.

anyway thank you to anon for giving me an excuse to ramble about my favourite :3

[jils-things]

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[emmemmelyn]

Hello!

My name is Emmelyn but you can call me Emme! I'm 26 years old. I first discovered reality shifting on May 16, 2021 and have been shifting since. Not too long after I discovered the law of assumption but it wasn't until a few months later that I started applying what I learned about the law of assumption in my life and consciously manifesting.

Over here I post inspiring reality shifting related and the law of assumption related content. If there is anyone who needs help and has any questions related to reality shifting and the law of assumption feel free to send me an ask or dm me! I apologize in advance if I don't answer right away though as I can be quite busy!! I am not taking any asks and dms right now, but I will let you know when I am!

I hope you enjoy your stay here♡

[dulcescorderitas]

the first thing you noticed when you stepped through the door was dean—or, well, spell-bound dean. sam had left him in your care, but conveniently neglected to mention that his brother was still under the lingering effects of a botched spell. and now, here he was, sprawled out on your couch with that lazy smirk barely hidden behind his ridiculously dog-like behavior.

“dean?” you ventured, voice tinged with disbelief.

he stopped in his tracks, tilting his head in that absurdly cute, canine way, eyes wide and playful. the little whimper that followed—soft, teasing, and just shy of pitiful—confirmed it. yep, this was definitely dean. somehow, the swaggering, wisecracking hunter had been reduced to a needy, tail-wagging version of himself.

“jesus, what did you get yourself into?” you muttered, dropping your bag onto the couch. dean’s response was immediate; he padded over, crowding into your space without a second thought, his head nuzzling against your hip with an insistence that was anything but innocent. it was almost endearing, the way he couldn’t seem to leave you alone. but this was dean. neediness wasn’t exactly his style—at least, not in his usual cocky, human form.

but now? oh, the signs of the spell were impossible to ignore. every time you tossed a pillow across the room, he’d bolt after it like it was the greatest challenge of his life, turning back with a shit-eating grin that made your stomach flutter. you couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of it all catching up to you. but there were other moments—moments that made you pause, moments that sent a blush creeping up your neck.

like the way he pressed himself against you when you sat down, his body warm and solid, his head resting in your lap as he gazed up at you with those big, imploring eyes. or the way his nose would brush against the curve of your neck when you weren’t paying attention, a soft huff of breath sending a shiver down your spine. and then there was the… humping.

it started innocently enough, or so you told yourself. he was under a spell, after all, and maybe some primal part of him was just reacting. but the first time it happened—when he’d pinned you against the couch with that roguish grin and a wag of his imaginary tail—you realized there was more to it. the look in his eyes, equal parts teasing and challenging, sent a jolt straight through you. and god help you, but you didn’t push him away.

the heat was the worst part. dean—or spell-dean—seemed to be riding a constant wave of it, and it made him restless, needy, and… bold. he’d circle you like he was staking a claim, his hands brushing against your hips as he passed, his breath warm against your neck when he leaned in too close. and every time he cornered you, his eyes dark and his voice low, your heart would stutter, your pulse quickening in ways you couldn’t quite control.

“babe, you smell… amazing,” he’d murmur, his voice a husky growl as he leaned in, nose grazing your skin. it wasn’t just playful; it was deliberate, charged, and god, it was doing things to you.

“you know,” he said one afternoon, his voice dripping with that signature dean charm, “if this spell has me acting like a dog, then i guess that makes you my favorite chew toy.” his grin was pure trouble, and you couldn’t stop the way your face heated, the retort dying on your lips as he closed the distance between you.

“you’re ridiculous,” you managed, your voice breathless.

“ridiculously into you,” he shot back, his fingers brushing your wrist, his touch light but undeniably possessive. “c’mon, sweetheart, you’ve gotta admit, this whole situation has its perks.”

“perks?” you echoed, arching a brow.

“like getting to cuddle up to you whenever i want,” he said, his voice dropping lower, the flirtation unmistakable. “although, if i’m being honest, it’s more fun when you squirm.”

one night, as you lay in bed, trying to ignore the soft rustling of him pacing at the foot of the bed, you felt the mattress dip under his weight. he crawled up beside you, his body radiating warmth, and rested his head on your chest. his eyes met yours, and for a moment, you could see the man beneath the spell—the man who’d always been a little too cocky, a little too charming, and entirely too much for your sanity.

“dean,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

he didn’t respond, not with words, but the way his fingers curled into your shirt, the way his body shifted closer, spoke volumes. his breath was hot against your collarbone, his lips brushing the edge of your neck in what felt more like a dare than an accident.

“everything okay?” he asked, his voice low, rough, and dripping with that familiar flirtation that made your pulse race. his body pressed against yours, his movements slow, deliberate, as though testing the waters. it was wrong, it was crazy, but in that moment, none of it mattered. nothing mattered except the heat pooling low in your stomach, the way his presence seemed to consume you.

you reached out, your fingers tangling in his hair, and let yourself get lost in the moment, the world outside fading away until there was nothing left but you and dean.

taglist: @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze

[deeranon]

The Secret Language of Mondstat

I believe this flower fits you perfectly.

A rose?

Yes.

Do you know what a rose represents in Mondstat?

I don’t believe I do.

They represent the saying ‘as wine bottles are corked, so too my lips are sealed.’

I see.

Then I believe I do not deserve this rose.

But you do.

To me, you shall always deserve it.

@idkfitememate Furina thoughts are coming back to haunt me. I might just draw this post later.

[maybejj]

social media au

╰┈➤ GOSSIP GIRL: Outer Banks - jj x pogue!reader

╰┈➤ FRACTURED TIES - jj x kook!reader, rafe & jj are brothers

╰┈➤ CRIMINAL LOVE - rafe cameron x college!reader

╰┈➤ TOO HOT TO HANDLE: OBX - jj x reader, rafe x reader

╰┈➤ SET ME FREE - jj x sarahs!twin!sister!reader

irl stories

╰┈➤ The Beginning of Us - babydaddy!rafe x sweetheart!reader

blurbs/one shots

╰┈➤ this is my turf - barry x female!dealer!reader

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ೃ watching — nothing at the moment.

ೃ reading — 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳

ೃ listening — ateez & beyoncé

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[kagomecarnivus]

✶ DA ONE, DA ONLY…✶

✿ I N S P E K T A ! ! ! ✿

¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥

¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥.•.¥

___

す♪

ৎ-Inspekta-୭

Das’ me! Da Greatest God of da Grove! :3

I’d pwefer if yew jus called me dis… Nothin’ else! N especially NOT “Hector”! Only da big man can call me dat!

ৎ-14-୭

Dis’ iz my age! …In Human yrs o’ corse! Yew mite ask “Inspekty, Wuddya mean HUMAN YRS???” Isn’t it obvious, Silly? I’m a God! Hehe

ৎ-It/Its-୭

Deez ar my pro-nowns! I dunno my gender… zo I rader yew yuse deez!

ৎ-Da Great God of Leadaship!!-୭

Dis iz my “spee-shees” or wuteva yew Inspektalings wanna call it-

ৎ-Introject/Main/Protector-୭

My role in da system! Im da one who’s mainly frontin’! So expect tew see me post and talk A LOT!

•x•x•x•

ৎ-Likes-୭

I WUVVVVV puppies, PRAISE, and of course- My wifeyyy! <33

ৎ-Dislikes…-୭

Meanies… Dumbos…. People who dislike me..

ৎ-P/ Triggers-୭

Anything tew dew wit da wifeyy!

ৎ-N/ Triggers-୭

Dis iz a looooooooooonnnnnnngggggggggg list… Ere we go! :3

Z00philes, MAPS/P3dos, SH/Su!c1dal content, SA, Any form of Grooming, Invalidators of not js myne but OUR Trauma, endogenic systems, fictokinz/fictives of any of us.. SPE-SIF-IC-ALLY me.. I’M DA REAL ONE WHEDA YEW LIEK IT OR NYAT!!

ৎ-Comforts-୭

Obviously da wifey… But I really really luv puppies..

•x•x•x•

ৎ-Orientation-୭

And wy da heck iz dat YOR con-crn?? Ar yew da LGBaconCheeseSandwich Police????

…KIDDING!

I’m pansexual demiromantic! Only doze who wuv n worshiped me well can hav my hart! Tew late fo’ all of yew doe! My hart is taken by my LOVELY wifey!<333

Suks tew suk!

-Relationship Status-

… COME ON DUMMY!! Dere’s NO WAY yuewr asking me dat even after reading da above portion.. I’M TAKEN!!

T-A-K-E-N!!

FO EVEAH!!

Me n da wifey- We’re gunna get married- Well.. WE’RE ALREADY MARRIED!!! But da real wedding wuld happen… Swoon!

I don’t plan on bein single ANYTIME SOON! So hehe… YEWR TEW LATE FOR DA SNATCH!!!

Buttttttt… I don’t mind if yew still decide tew worship me :3…

-Touch/p?-

YES!! I WUVVVVVVV HUGS!!

-Touch/r?-

ONLY FO’ DA WIFEY! BACK DOZE HANDS OFF!!

-Flirting?-

Hehe- Sure! I don mind at all! …Az long as if itz a joke.. Doe, Yew can try! But yewll never charm me dat easily!

Plus… Da wifey wuld KILL yew if it had ANYYY genuine in-ten-shons!! ‘N me tew…

If yew wanna know mor about me, I don’t mind ansering asks o’ DMS!!

CYA SOON, IN-VES-TA-GATORS!!

[agardenofbasil]

Happy valentines ❤️ can I request ferranpedri and "i'll help you change" 🤭🫶

This is probably going to be extended and posted to Ao3 at some point. I hope you enjoy this little bit first.

Ferran knows something’s wrong by the 75th minute. 

Why is he still on the grass? Why isn't he asking to come off?

Probably for that stupid MVP recognition. Which, of course, Pedri nabs. Was there any other choice?

Pedri applauds his teammates. There's not a single trace of discomfort in his features, even when he takes his jacket off for the post-match interview. Yet, throughout it, the midfielder keeps his arm at an awkward elevation. 

Ferran has seen enough. He walks into the locker room and waits. 

Pedri is the last to come in. Everyone else is already in the showers or getting whatever post match treatment they need after Sevilla tried to break their legs. And no doubt de Jong and Lewan are trying to keep Fermín level headed. 

It's just him and Pedri. 

“Hey,” Pedri says breezily. 

“Your arm,” Ferran comments coolly. It's enough to make Pedri stop. 

“It's not bad. It'll be bruised tomorrow. That's all.”

“Can you move it?”

“Yeah.” But he winces while opening his bag.

Ferran gets up.

“I'm okay, Ferran.”

“You're not. I should've talked to the ref.”

Pedri shrugs. “He wouldn't have done anything.” When Pedri tries to take off his kit, his face mangles with pain. 

It's the final straw for Ferran. 

“I'll help you change.”

Pedri doesn't fight him. Just sits on the bench, tired from it all. “Okay.”

Ferran starts with his peds, unlacing and pulling them and Peri’s socks off. He unwraps his shin guards, taking care to put them into Pedri's bag. The right guard has his family’s names etched into them. 

There's only one name on the left guard. 

Ferran guides Pedri's arms up. “Hurts?”

“No. It's just my forearm.” 

Ferran grasps Pedri’s kit and pulls up. A quick glance at Pedri’s left arm reveals nothing, but Ferran knows better. Pedri doesn't bruise quickly; it will take hours for his tan skin to go that ugly shade of black and blue. And it's going to hurt. 

When he looks away from Pedri’s arm, he sees the midfielder is back to being rosy cheeked. “What? It's not like I haven't seen this before.”

“Saw it all last night, didn't you?”

The comment is so un-Pedri like that Ferran’s anger is nearly absolved. “Are you flirting with me in public?”

“Maybe.”

“Ass. I'm helping you change.”

Pedri runs his hand through Ferran’s hair. “Thank you.”

Ferran nods. The way Pedri pets him… Ferran’s no fucking knight in shining armor. Undressing Pedri is purely selfish on his part. He can only stay away for so long, can only go so long without needing Pedri’s heels digging into the small of his back, needing Pedri panting in his ear.

But then Pedri does this. Looks at him with gold eyes and nothing short of gunfire in the way it pierces through him. And then Ferran realizes he’s never bothered with the armor. Not when it’s Pedri.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

Pedri takes his chin. “You should help me shower too.”

Ferran grins. 

[mysticum-draconis]

𝕀𝕞-ℍ𝕠-ℍ𝕠-ℍ𝕠-𝕋𝕖𝕡

Happy 92nd anniversary to The Mummy (1932)!

I drew this in December last year, using the anniversary falling so near Christmas as an excuse to draw Im-Ho-Tep in a Santa hat, because why not? I love drawing the OG Monsters out of character 🎅

This also gave me a chance to try and make a “sketchy” piece of art, as I have a habit of turning all my drawings into marathon projects that take hours, and not just quick, efficient sketches. This drawing still took longer than I intended, as I decided to change some details last minute, but I managed to do the face and outline quicker than usual at least. I also got a chance to practice using my Lyra brush pens for once, which was nice.

“Im-Ho-Ho-Ho-Tep” came to me when I was about halfway through the drawing. I am still exceptionally pleased with myself for coming up with that, and was very smug at the time 😂

HB and 3B graphite and mechanical pencils and Lyra Aqua-brush duo pens on 160gsm paper.

Process photos below cut.

Please don’t use or repost here or on other websites without credit or permission, thanks 🙏

Divider: @/strangergraphics