#i drew hands don't expect me to draw a body too

[sserpente]

The Art of Pleasure

Synopsis: Rafayel asks you to come over, insisting it’s urgent. Once you arrive, you quickly realise you are about to become a part of an art experiment he is very eager to realise. Having him suspend you from the ceiling, naked and at his mercy, while you become his live canvas, however, is the last thing you expected...

A/N: Okay, listen, as a Sylus girlie (with a weakness for Zayne), it took me a little while to warm up to our dramatic fishy but I do love him now. I don't know what happened but this filthy idea popped into my head even before I started liking him, haha! Enjoy! ;)

Words: 2124 Warnings: smut

Additional NSFW warnings: CMNF, bondage/suspension, body paint

“Rafayel? Rafayel, where are you?”

When you stepped into his studio, the silence was deafening. No swift paint strokes, no soft sighs, no near-silent footsteps on bare feet. Rafayel had sent you forty-three messages within the span of one hour. That was a new record even for him.

You’d only been under the shower for a few minutes to wind down for the day and wash the remnants of Wanderers off your body when he decided to call and practically blow your phone up.

“Rafayel, I’m here! What’s so urgent?”

He wouldn’t tell you in his messages, only that “inspiration had struck like it never had before” and that he needed you to be around him for it to work out. Only the heavens knew what that meant but being a good little bodyguard for your dramatic artist and fish boyfriend, you’d bitten the bullet, got dressed again, and took a cab to his studio.

And now, Rafayel was nowhere to be seen. Rude. Well, at least until a barely audible moan reached your ears. A few moments later, he finally appeared. “You’re here! Come on in!”

He stepped out of his bedroom with his clothes and hair a little dishevelled, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached you and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Did you take a nap while I rushed here like a maniac because you said it was important?” You crossed your arms before your chest.

“Yeah…a nap. And this is important!” he argued. “Now come in and take your shoes off.”

Sighing, you obeyed and slipped out of your boots. You hadn’t bothered wearing socks before leaving your apartment again and you had to admit, feeling the cool marble of his studio floor under your soles was pleasant.

“What’s so urgent then? The last time you were so ecstatic about ‘inspiration striking’, you decided to draw me sleeping, and not prettily.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I painted a sleeping cutie. But that’s not what I have in mind this time. At least, not exactly.”

“Not exactly?” You raised an eyebrow at him. Rafayel often caught you off guard with his lunatic, excuse you, artistic ideas. Still, you loved that side of him and secretly, you were pretty sure he knew that.

“I had an idea for a painting but it will only work with you,” he continued.

“Okay?” You drew the word out, your eyebrow still arched.

“First, you’ll need to take off your clothes.”

“Uh…what?”

“All of them, do it now!”

“Rafayel…” You bit your lower lip.

His voice softened a little. “Hey, do you trust me?”

You did. That was out of the question. “I do but—”

“Then take off your clothes, come on!”

Eyeing him with suspicion still, you did as you were told. Your jacket came first, then your trousers, and then your blouse until you were left standing before him in your underwear. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before, still, having him observe you as if you were a piece of art made you feel all hot and bothered.

“Your bra and your panties too.”

“Seriously? Rafayel…are you going to paint me nude? Just tell me what your plan is, you’re freaking me out!”

“I can’t, it would ruin the surprise!”

He tapped his bare foot on the ground by way of showing you his impatience.

You let out another sigh before you complied.

“Now…what?”

Rafayel bit his lower lip. Distracted by your naked body for a moment, he blinked and offered you his hand. He led you over to the opposite wall in his studio, the one where he usually painted his mural-sized artworks. Today, however, there was no canvas. Only a handful of black loops made of thick leather hanging down low all the way from the ceiling.

Confused, you furrowed your brows.

“What is this?”

“You’re going to be my canvas tonight, cutie.”

“What do you mean…I’m going to be the canvas?”

“Up you go!”

“Wait, what are you…” You didn’t get to finish that sentence. Rafayel pushed you forward gently, nudging you against the loops. You gasped when he flipped you around, lifted you up, and hooked your legs into the hoops before sliding them up towards your thighs.

Concentration lined his pretty facial features as he reached for a swing-like leather strap underneath you and had it rest against your butt cheeks, supporting your weight, before moving on to your arms. The hoops for your wrists were smaller and you knew instantly that you would be completely trapped and at his mercy once he’d finished restraining you. Hypothetically, you could wriggle your way out of them but that would result in your whole body tilting backwards and the back of your head connecting with the hard floor. No, thank you.

Besides…as much as you wanted to scold him for this crazy art project, this was exciting.

You bit your lower lip. “Rafayel…” you whispered once he was done, nodded, and admired his handiwork.

“Perfect,” he stated, bluish-pink eyes roaming over your naked body, lingering on your glistening folds for just a second too long. Shit, how had you gotten wet so fast?

Perhaps he wanted to paint your pussy and needed a good view for accuracy? Yeah…that had to be it. You wondered how he’d draw the arousal dripping from your core. What colours he’d use… But wait. You paused. Fuck. Hadn’t he said earlier that he wanted you to be his canvas? What was his plan?

“Here I go. Hold still for me.”

Swinging helplessly in the air, you had no other options anyway. You nodded regardless, your eyes a little wider than they should be. Your breathing was quickening. Damn, this had no business being so hot…

You hissed when with a start, a wet and cold paint brush drew a thin orange line all around your right breast.

“Rafayel!”

He shushed you, chuckling once again. “I told you, you’re my canvas today. Now hold still, you’re messing up my outlines!”

“B-but…” Your half-hearted protests fell on deaf ears. Rafayel was in the zone. Again and again, he dipped various paint brushes into their respective buckets to draw only the gods knew what on your body. It tickled. It was cold. And yet, the more strokes he teased your naked skin with…the wetter and more aroused you grew.

You flinched when his hands wandered down to your pubic bone. Lower, lower…the brush grazed your outer folds and you gasped.

Whatever kink he was living out right now, you were more than eager to indulge him but to have paint anywhere near your pussy did not seem safe at all. “Rafayel…n-not d-down there…”

“Relax! This is body-safe paint. I bought it for exactly this purpose.”

“Y-you did?” Fuck, how long had he been planning this? Hang on a moment…when he’d come out of the bedroom all dishevelled…that moan you’d heard…

“You…oh gods…did you…was that what you were doing when I arrived? You…did you g-get yourself off to prepare for t-this?”

“Yepp. I have to remain focused while I paint. I can’t do that when my pants get too tight,” he said matter-of-factly, almost as if he was talking about the weather. Shit, even that turned you on!

Rafayel bent down, using his free hand to split your folds, revealing your dripping core to him. Your walls clenched around nothing in response, eager for some stimulation after his delicious treatment. This time, his chuckle was…darker. Enraptured.

“R-Rafayel…”

“Yeah, cutie? Do you want me to stop?”

No. You did not want that. You did not want that at all.

“I gotta make sure to get every last spot, you know, or else the painting won’t look pretty.”

You had no idea how long you’d been hanging there now. You only knew this—if he kept going…if he kept brushing your clit like that, you would…oh…oh…

“Rafayel!!!” you called out, yet another brush stroke almost sending you straight over the edge.

“Hold still! I’m almost finished!”

“M-me too!”

Rafayel chuckled. The cheeky Lemurian knew exactly what he was doing. He tipped his paintbrush into the pot one last time and brought it back to your pussy, this time focusing solely on your clit. Seconds passed and you came with a shudder, exploding into a million pieces. Shaking, you hung there helpless against the pleasure rippling through you. The moment you fell, Rafayel slid two fingers inside of you. Whether his motivation was to give your pussy something to clench around or him wanting to feel you come undone for him didn’t matter. Only that it felt good.

He curled his digits to stroke your g-spot, letting you ride out every last wave of bliss. You were a panting mess by the time you came back to your senses.

“Perfect!” Rafayel exclaimed. He withdrew his fingers, ignoring how you whined at the loss and licked them clean with relish. Your eyes widened, yet another surge of arousal igniting you from the inside out as if he’d used his Evol on you. H-how…how did he manage to act so nonchalantly after making you orgasm like that? Was that an act? Part of the game he was playing?

“R-Rafayel…”

“Shh, relax, cutie. Let the paint dry. Besides…if I let you down now, your knees wouldn’t even support you. You’d fall straight into my arms, ruining my work!”

He dropped the paintbrush and stepped back, admiring his work. He was moving a bit funny too though, could it be that…

Alarmed, your eyes widened when he reached for his camera on the coffee table and brought it to his face, forcing you to tear your gaze away from his crotch.

“You wouldn’t dare! Rafayel, I’m completely naked and exposed! And I just…” I just had the most intense climax of my life…

He lowered the camera again, his bluish-pink gaze serious all of a sudden. “Do you trust me?”

“O-of course I do.”

“No one but us will ever get to see this picture. I promise.”

You took a deep breath. You believed him. And…while you hadn’t seen yourself yet, it would only be natural for him to want to immortalise his art on your body. “All right. Go ahead.”

“Okay then! Smile!”

Your reaction came a little too late so you could only hope that you looked sexy rather than exhausted and spent. Judging by the way Rafayel gasped…it must have been the former.

He brought you a glass of water and held it to your lips for you to drink before he finally helped you back down on solid ground, supporting you on your trembling legs and leading you over the full-body mirror he normally kept in his bedroom.

Your jaw dropped. His painting on you, it… It was…an ocean. A beautiful, dark and deep ocean with gentle rays of sunlight reaching down towards the sandy bottom. The initial outline he’d drawn had become an incredibly detailed coral reef, right below it, covered by algae, shells and starfish, there was a pitch-black cave ending right above your thigh.

Your entire stomach had turned into a sea of different shades of blue, little fish and bubbles. Right below your chest, the grey silhouette of a mermaid, a Lemurian, reached towards the surface that was a wild sea across your breasts, salt water foaming over your mounts and hardened nipples.

Further down, a whale swam through a forest of sea plants stretching from below your belly button all the way down to your pubic bone and eventually, your dripping folds.

He…he really had turned you into a living piece of art.

“Rafayel…this is beautiful.” Your cheeks were still flushed as you leaned against him, your eyes remaining fixed on your form in the mirror.

“I know,” he said with a cheeky grin, his hands caressing your hips. “Then again, you were already beautiful when you stepped foot into my studio. I just provided the finishing touches.”

Your heart warmed. “I almost don’t want to wash it off.”

“You will sweat it off eventually. And then it’ll get all itchy and gross. And we have the picture, remember? Besides, now I have an excuse to take a shower with you.”

Tilting your head, you grinned at his reflection. “You don’t ever need an excuse for that.”

“Then let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand and dragged you with him into the bathroom before you had a chance to respond. You did, however, catch a glimpse of the growing bulge in his trousers. Ha. So of course this whole art project hadn’t left him unaffected. You had to admire the man for his professionalism. Perhaps he could be persuaded to let you paint on him next time…

[dreamescapeswriting]

No Regrets ~ HJS [MATURE WARNING]

CONTINUATION OF THIS PIECE

WORD COUNT: 3.9K

GENRE: Mafia AU, fluffy, first meeting, meet cute, fluffy jisung, soft mafia jisung being soft for reader, always there to protect her, bank heist and shes injured in the process, SMUT MINORS DNI, protected sex, sex in front of the fireplace, oral (female recieving)

PAIRING: Jisung x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of blood, killing, stealing, heists, reader being held at gun point,

Lightening slashed through the darkened sky making you jump a little and scoot closer to Jisung, the rain pounding against the windows of a cafe. Somewhere that had become your refuge from the storm that was growing worse by the second. Jisung glanced over at you, ever since you'd walked into the cafe he'd barely been able to take his eyes off you but he'd been trying. Not once was he able to though, it was like there was some kind of curse drawing him to you.

Years had passed since he'd ever been with a woman and he'd practically sworn off everyone he met, not wanting to get distracted by them but there was just something about you, something so warm and fresh that drew him in.

"Are you sure you don't need anything else?" Jisung questioned, his gaze solely on you as you shivered a little, you felt frozen to your core but Jisung's men had already given you a shirt, a pair of pants and a blazer you didn't want to take anything else from them. That was, you didn't want to be in debt to the man beside you.

All of the stories you'd heard about the man from the underworld but they'd all failed to mention how kind his eyes were or just how sweet he was...toward you at least. It was a strange contrast between what people said he was like and what he was really like, something you hadn't really been expecting until now.

"No...T-Thanks." Your chattering teeth gave you away before Jisung snapped his fingers at his men, who swiftly sprung into action. Moments later, a steaming cup of hot chocolate was in front of you and a dry blanket was wrapped around your shoulders.

"I can start the fireplace if it gets too much," Jisung offered, his chest tightening as he watched you closely, eyeing you up as if he were waiting for you to shiver and give him the chance to jump in and be the hero of your story. Not that Jisung was the hero in anybody's story, he was always the villain. 

There was something about you that made him feel at ease, something that made him feel at peace as you sat beside him but there was also a nagging feeling inside of him, one that wanted him to protect you. It happened the second you'd barged into the cafe, shivering and dripping wet onto the floor. It was the reason he'd demanded his men into action before they could kick you out, there was no way he was going to send you out in the freezing weather.

"I hate the storms too," He finally mentioned, whispering so that none of his men around could hear the admission come from his lips. He'd never been one to tell people what scared him, not when it could possibly be used against him but you seemed in need of someone to talk to.

"You do?" Your voice cracked a little as you swallowed the lump in your throat, the tightness in your body loosening ever so slightly as Jisung put you at ease.

"Yeah, ever since I was a little boy they always scared me." He holds his cup in his hands, letting the warm ceramic warm up his cold hands. 

"I would never have expected you to be scared of anything." You admit shyly before he beams at you, he liked that you were feeling comfortable around him more than he cared to admit.

"There's a lot you might not know, but I'd be happy to fill you in." Your cheeks warmed at the kindness coming from him and you nodded.

The storm raged on outside but the cafe was suddenly becoming a warm sanctuary amidst the darkness. It was an unlikely friendship growing between you both, a mafia underworld leader and a frightened girl who'd stumbled into the cafe by accident.

"My favourite colour is pink but if anyone ever asks it's black," Jisung smirked at you, making you giggle a little as you sipped on your drink. 

"Mine's blue, but the colour of the sky on a really nice summer's day is blue." You admit to him, smiling while you forget the storm completely as you get to know Jisung just that little bit more. 

The night had flown by too quickly for either of you and you hated as you saw the sun coming up through the windows. 

"We stayed up all night?" You laughed nervously, trying to remember the last time you'd ever stayed up this late and it must have been years ago. The light burnt your eyes as you and Jisung stepped out onto the streets, you were still dressed in his guard's clothes and he couldn't help the jealous twinge he got thinking about it.

"Must have," He chuckles softly looking around for a car for you but there was none in sight except for his own.

"Vinny," He whispered in a low voice to one of his men nearby.

"Make sure she gets home safely." Vinny nodded understanding the unspoken order from his boss,

"Don't worry boss, I got this," Vinny told him as he got into one of the waiting cars and Jisung turned his attention to you. Searching in his pockets and handing you a small piece of paper with his number scrawled on it.

"In case you need anything. Don't hesitate to call." You gently took the piece of paper, staring down at it with a mix of surprise and gratitude flickering across your face. You never would have expected his number after a night of just talking,

"Thanks." You whispered before carefully tucking into your pocket and making your way to the car with Vinny inside.

"I'll be seeing you," Jisung called out, watching you with one last lingering gaze before you disappeared into the city and Jisung couldn't shake the weight of concern sitting on his chest.

He knew the dangers that lurked in the streets, especially to someone as unsuspecting as you. He was glad Vinny was going to drive you home but something still weighed down on him as he thought about you more and more being alone and he would do anything to ensure your safety. Maybe he could hire someone to watch over you all of the time, or would that be going too far?

"Boss, we have a meeting with Dante Moretti in an hour." A voice informed him snapping him from his daydream and he sighed nodding his head, there was no rest for the wicked. 

"Can you make sure Vinny stays close to Yn, I want updates on how she's doing." He grumbled as he got into his car, ensuring your safety felt as though he was protecting a piece of his own humanity in the chaos of the world and he was going to do as much as he could to keep you safe.

Someone had been following you and you knew who, he wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was since he was almost 7 feet high and built like he could knock down a brick house with one flick of his wrist. Sighing a little you turned on your heel making Vinny almost crash into you from how abruptly you'd stopped in place.

"Vinny, I'm fine." You told him plainly, staring up at the man who looked as though he'd barely slept a wink in days. Ever since your rendezvous with Jisung a week ago, Vinny had been outside of your apartment and everywhere you went. Part of you thought it was sweet that Jisung had asked him to watch over you but after no contact with Jisung, it was beginning to get annoying.

Maybe he did this to everyone he met and the reason Vinnny was watching you was because Jisung wasn't sure you could be trusted but you'd had enough. You wanted some space and Vinny following you everywhere was drawing attention to you that you didn't need nor want.

"Boss said to watch you." You scoffed a little, if Jisung was that bothered about you being looked after he should have come to check on you himself rather than sending a babysitting,

"Your boss can come and watch me himself, I don't need an armed guard." You gestured to the gun that was on his belt and he glanced at it, it was something all of Jisung's men were issued with.

"But-"

"Go and take a break, I'm going to the bank...okay? Nothing bad is going to happen to me in there. Go get food or something." You pointed to the cafe across the street and he bit down on his lip, disobeying a direct order from Jisung meant he'd probably lose his life.

"I have to go, I have a meeting and if I'm late I'll never get the loan I need." You mumbled, straightening out your outfit and walking in the direction of the large building while Vinny looked at you. He knew you were right and he needed a break and what was five minutes going to do if he went to grab a muffin?

The glass shattered around you as loud popping sounds began to ring out, you ducked a little as you flinched. The man you had been speaking to you dropped to the floor instantly and frowned,

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" Someone screamed out, your eyes darted in the direction of the voice and your heart began to race. Armed robbers were storming into the bank, their faces covered by clown masks and you cursed yourself for sending Vinny away. 

"Everyone be calm and do as we say and no one has to die." The main man called out as he turned to a man reaching for his wife only to shoot him in the head. Panic gripped you as you sank down onto the floor, none of the masked men had been able to see you since you'd been toward the back of the bank. With trembling fingers you began to hit Jisung's number, you'd had him saved ever since your night together and he was the only person you could think of helping you right now. 

As you continued the rings Jisung answered and your voice barely came out above a whisper,

"Jisung, please...you have to do something." You held your hand over your mouth trying to calm yourself down, if any of them found you, you'd be dead.

"There are robbers...they're holding us hostage." You whispered frantically. Jisung's blood ran cold as he listened to the desperation in your voice. Without hesitating he sprang into action, issuing orders to his men and racing to the scene.

"I'll be right there baby, just stay hidden," He kept you on the phone as he raced to his car, he needed to make sure you were safe.

"Where's Vinny baby, is he with you?" Your breathing was frantic but you tried your best to focus on Jisung rather than the yelling and shouting that was going on.

"I sent him away, to eat...I-I thought I would be okay," You sniffled a little and Jisung wanted to reach through the phone and comfort you, wipe away the tears he knew that were streaming down your face.

"I'll kick his ass for listening to you," He chuckled trying to make you laugh but your breathing stilled as you heard someone coming toward you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you held your breath trying to hide further under the table,

"Found you, sweetheart." Someone sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he dragged you out from your hiding spot his grip so tight you knew it was going to leave a bruise. 

"Yn?! YN?!" Jisung screamed down the phone, forcing his men to drive faster down the streets toward the bank you were in.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt the cold metal of the gun pressed against your temple, you were shoved through the bank toward the front once again.

"Lookey what we have! An example to make of." He smirked as you struggled against his grip, your heart pounding with every beat as you thought about a way to get out of this or a way to drag it out.

"What did we say? Stay calm and no one will get hurt, it seems someone can't listen to rules." The metal of the gun was dragged down your cheek until he placed it underneath your chin, the tears free-falling as you whimpered a little. 

Suddenly, amidst the chaos of the other men shuffling money into banks, the sound of sirens pierced through the air, signalling that police were outside. The grip the man had on you faltered for a second, his attention on the threat of the police. Mustering up all your strength and with the surge of adrenaline, you twisted free from his grasp, ducking out of his grasp and making a run for the safety of a desk. The man cursed as he scrambled after you, just as he got close a shadow emerged from nowhere and stared down at him.

"Jisung." You breathed out as he stared down at the man who had grabbed you, his moments were swift as he subdued the robber and put him to the floor aiming a gun at him this time.

"Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?" Jisung stared over at you, your breath catching in your throat as you watched him closely and you shook your head.

"I'm fine, just scared." You admitted as he nodded, turning his attention back to the other robbers who were all on their knees with their hands behind their heads. Everyone knew not to fuck with Jisung if they knew what was good for them and Jisung waited for the cops to come in. 

"How are you doing?" Jisung asked as he sat beside you in front of the fireplace, after the robbery Jisung had taken you back to his place deciding that he didn't want you to be alone tonight.

"Fine, just like I was fine the other twenty-two times you asked," You said, teasing him a little for how often he'd been asking you the same question since getting there.

"I just want to make sure," He sighed, wrapping the blanket around your shoulder more and smiling at you. Your heart began to beat faster as you were cuddled so close to him.

"You're the first person I wanted to call when it happened." You admit, after the events of the day you weren't going to hold back telling him how you felt about him since there was no point, you never knew what could happen.

"Why?" He blushed a little as you watched him closely,

"I like you...a lot, and I wanted to hear from you one last time in case...In case I died-"

"I would never let anything happen to you," He whispered, clutching your hand in his and holding it on his lap.

"No?" You giggled a little as he ran his hand over your cheek and gently rubbed his thumb over your skin,

"No. I should kick Vinny's ass for leaving you." He grumbled, he'd wanted to do it after getting you from the bank but you'd begged him to take you home, not wanting to stay there any longer than you had to.

"I told him to." You reminded him but Jisung scoffed at the thought, the only person Vinny should have been listening to was Jisung and Jisung alone.

"He should only take orders from me." He grumbled a little and you inched closer to him, 

"You're cute when you're mad." Your voice came out low and seductive as you gently kissed his jawline.

"Y-Yeah?" He stuttered a little as he felt you closer to him, his heart racing as you began to kiss his jaw again.

"Yeah, and hot when you're being the hero for me." You added before kissing his neck a little, his whole body flaming as his cheeks burnt bright red.

"Yn...Y-You went through something traumatic today, we should probably wait,"

"Why?" You stopped still and looked up at him, his eyes staring down at you, he wanted to, more than anything, but he didn't want to rush you into something.

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret." You smiled warmly at him,

"I promise I won't," You whispered before kissing him softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as the blanket you were wearing dropped from your shoulders. 

Jisung carefully laid you down on the floor, kissing down your neck as he pulled the shirt you were wearing off your body.

"I've wanted you for so long," He groans, kissing down your bare chest and sucking on your nipples causing your back to arch off the floor.

"So don't waste any more time," You pleaded with him as he smirked, kissing down your chest until he reached your panty line which he quickly tore off you and threw somewhere in the room.

"I don't let anyone order me around but for you, I'll make an exception." He groans before putting your legs on his shoulders before pushing his face into your cunt. His tongue slowly licked through your folds as you let out a strangled moan of his name.

"J-Jisung," You cry out, your hands pushed into his hair and you ground your hips against his face needing more than what he was giving to you. Jisung didn't miss the hint though as he picked up the pace, eating you out like a man starved as he moaned against your clit sending vibrations up and down your spine.

"F-Fuck! R-Right there," You cry out as he continued to suck on your clit, his fingers pushing into you and sending you closer to the edge. Jisung smirked up at you, your eyes were screwed shut and your head rolled back as you gave into him.

"G-Gonna..Fuck I'm so close," You cried out louder, Jisung curled his fingers to your g-spot, moving his fingers at a brutal pace until you screamed his name out as your first orgasm hits you. 

"So loud for me, I love it." He groans as you pull him up and kiss him deeply, not caring if you could taste yourself on his lips but just desperate for him.

"Want you," You grumbled as you quickly stripped him of the suit pants he was wearing and rubbed his cock through his boxers earning a grunt from him.

"I've got an IUD," You whisper to him when you see him searching around for something and he relaxes a little, kissing you deeply as you lay back down on the floor, your legs spread on either side of his hips.

"You sure?"

"Jisung, please," You whined out, spreading your legs further apart as Jisung lined himself up, easing into you at a slow and torturous pace.

"M-More," You begged as you rocked your hips up a little until he was pushed to the hilt, a strangled moan leaving both your throats. Jisung smirked at you as he slowly pulled out of you, only to slam back into you as you let out a scream of his name. He began thrusting into you, harder and faster than before as your hands dragged down his back. 

"You're so tight, angel, you close?" He groans out as you clench around him again, moaning out his name as he continues his brutal pace. You'd had sex plenty of times but nothing compared to this, Jisung had you on the edge from just a few thrusts.

"You make me insane for you," He growls out as he continues to fuck into you,

"G-Good, you do the same for me," You whine out, rolling your hips in time to meet his thrust as you feel the familiar tension building inside of you.

"S-Shit, Jisung." You moan out as he grips your hips, his thrusts getting more determined,

"C-Cum for me angel," He groans, as if on his command you came around him, screaming his name out as you rocked your hips riding out your orgasm. Jisung wasn't far behind as he panted into your neck, his hips slowly to a still making you giggle a little.

"Let's go and get cleaned up," He whimpered a little, his hips shaking as you nodded and wriggled beneath him.

The morning sun filtered through the blinds in Jisung's room and he cursed himself for not getting blackout ones like he wanted to. The memories of last night began to filter through his mind leaving him smirking as reached out beside him. He frowned, a pang of unease gripping his chest as he stared at the empty space beside him. Had you regretted the night before?

With a heavy sigh, Jisung rose from the bed and rubbed the back of his neck. Your clothes were still in his room along with your bag and phone which meant you were still around somewhere he just had to find you. He padded down the stairs, an overwhelming sense of gratitude filling him when he saw you standing in the kitchen with your hands on your hips yelling at someone.

"I wanted to cook for him, what's the big deal!?" You cried out at the old lady who had swatted your hands away with a spatula when she found you cooking.

"He only lets me cook for him, it's the safest way." You rolled your eyes, about to tell her who you were when someone wrapped their arms around you.

"Come back to bed, let Sophia make our food so I can fuck your brains out," He whispered in your ear, biting down on your ear as you let out a small moan following him without question.

"So no regrets?" He asked, threading his fingers between yours as he led you back to the stairs.

"No regrets," You smirked kissing him on the cheek and rushing off up the stairs to his room again.

"I hate you," Felix's date said as he stood beside her, her arms folded across her chest as she stared at him looking completely pissed off that she had to be there.

"I hate you more, my little firecracker," He smirked down at her and you cuddled closer to Jisung as you watched the exchange.

"It's strange that's how they express their love," You giggled a little as Jisung took your hand in his, gently kissing the top of it before pulling you into his chest.

"Hmm, think we should uninvite them from the wedding?" Jisung smirked as you slapped his chest softly, hushing him. A charity event wasn't the place to announce your upcoming wedding, you wanted to do it properly and at a dinner with all of them together.

"We'll see you later," Seungmin's date whispered before hugging you and running off toward the stairs with Seungmin.

"They're going to fuck," Jisung laughed softly making you roll your eyes at him.

"They could just be wanting a private moment," You elbowed him in the chest as he chuckled to himself he knew what the couple were up to, since he and you had snuck off at parties to do the same thing plenty of times in the past.

"To fuck." He added as you groaned at him, pulling him to go and dance with you.

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[kurogane2512]

Been thinking about this voiceline from Lady Pearl and just had to write a little fic~

Mainly contains kissing and implied sex, nothing explicit

You were taking a round of the recreational area, looking at the various activities the Sinners were doing. It was usually a joyous place all day, filled with laughter and leisure. Of course, there were also areas which were far quieter, reserved for the peaceful ones. As you walked past, you noticed Lady Pearl seated in a faraway corner reading a file. She had a curious and intriguing expression on her face which prompted you to ask what she was up to.

"Ah, how may I help you, honey?~" she chimed with a smile when you stood beside her.

"It's nothing, I was just wondering what you were doing."

"Oh, curious little thing, aren't you?~" she chuckled and patted the place beside her, suggesting you to sit down.

"Hm, I was going over the script for a new play at Fortuna. It's shaping up to be quite good, I'm eager to have you watch it with me~"

"I see, what is it going to be about?"

"I don't want to spoil the fun so all I'll say is it's a romantic tale brimming with passion~"

She flipped open the script again and browsed some lines with a hum before letting out a giggle.

"What is it? Is it a funny scene?" you asked, feeling slightly curious of her reaction.

"No, quite the opposite in fact. It's a kiss scene~"

You blushed for a moment and cleared your throat, "O-Oh, I see. Sounds to be a passionate tale of romance indeed...."

Lady Pearl's lips curled up in a smirk, "You know, a kiss is a wonderful but fleeting thing. When it fades, reality hits and the madness dries up. Some people accept it, while others....sprial."

Your gaze subconsciously fell on her lips at this statement, feeling drawn to her tempting, plump and moist peach lips. Just then, she turned to face you and met her gaze with yours while her hand cupped your cheek as she leaned closer.

"I wonder, if it were you, what unexpected choices would you make?~"

Your eyes flickered down to her lips even more, and she knew well where you were looking. She too gazed at your lips for a moment and dragged her hand down to rub them with her thumb.

"....Why don't we find out?~" you replied unexpectedly, her eyes widening for a second before she leaned back and retracted her hand.

"An interesting suggestion. I'll almost feel envious of being a mere spectator of a passionate display like that~"

"Why would you be a spectator? I was thinking of doing it with you. Wouldn't that be more effective?"

Lady Pearl couldn't help but laugh, finding you adorable.

"To say that so directly.... You are bold and untamed, and that's what I like about you~"

You blushed again, "Isn't that what you were thinking as well?"

"Hehe, who knows. But tell me, do you really prefer me over those pretty, adorable young ones? I'm sure there are quite a number of people here who'd love to have that kind of opportunity with you~"

You averted your gaze for a moment then firmly looked into her eyes, "I'll be honoured to do it with you. I don't really care about age, you are beautiful and desirable no matter what."

Lady Pearl felt her cheeks become warm but she hid her flustered self well. She placed her left hand on your shoulder and shifted closer, your eyes once again falling on her lips.

"How unpredictable and flattering.... Every moment with you is worth remembering." she whispered while placing her right hand on your cheek, drawing your face closer to hers.

The wait felt like an eternity as you both drew closer, until a fire surged through your body the moment your lips touched. It started as a simple touch, a mere contact of muscles. Then it transformed into a desire for something deeper and intimate. Her lips were soft and tasted like peach with a hint of strawberry, a taste you became addicted to quickly and sought more of. Your lips moved with hers with passion and an unmatched intensity she had never experienced before.

Lady Pearl expected to lead and make you overwhelmed, but she was quite surprised by your quick adaptation and the way you fought to conquer her. Your taste was equally addicting to her. She leaned into you as much as possible, her arms snaking around your neck to kiss deeper. You settled your hands on her waist and rested against the wall behind you, enjoying this fervent exchange with her. Breaths mingled and tongues danced as the next act approached, muffled voices coming out as moans resounding in your ears.

It was supposed to be a simple kiss, but neither of you knew how it turned into this heated frenzy. Her hands roamed over your body and shuffled through your clothes in desperation, eager to rip and expose your naked body for herself. But she kept her composure knowing you were in a public place, still she found it difficult to stop the growing lust in her. She knew what the madness in a kiss meant, yet to experience it like this was unexpected. She wanted to see how you'd react after the madness ends, but she couldn't guarantee her own state now.

"....-ief" you felt someone calling you in the hazy state of your mind.

"Chief." the voice came again and the haze started clearing up as you opened your eyes.

You were met with the sight of Lady Pearl still pressed into you and your lips ravaging hers, but you finally realized someone was standing behind her and calling out to you continuously.

"Oi, idiot Chief! Snap back to your senses!" The piercing voice was all too familiar, it was Hella, and the other calm voice was Hecate.

Your face reddened up in embarrassment at the situation, you didn't know when you got lost in the feeling of the kiss and forgot where you were. Just then, Lady Pearl released the kiss and moved away from you with a smirk adorning her lips as if she was unfazed during the entire exchange. She looked at your flustered self and licked her lips while caressing yours with her thumb.

"Hehe, a most interesting experience. You surprised me once again~"

You were breathing heavily as you tried to pull yourself together then hurriedly stood up, "A-Ah, I got to go now! I hope that gave you your answer, good luck with the play!"

You grabbed Hella and Hecate's wrists then swiftly walked away. Lady Pearl watched you go from the corner of her eyes then turned back to face the front before taking a long, deep breath. She touched her chest and felt her heart pounding as if it was ready to jump out. She then touched her lips and pondered about the feeling of yours, she wanted more— no, she needed more. How could a simple kiss intensify her feelings for you so much? She didn't think she'd be one of those who spiral; and judging by your reaction, you were clearly spiraling too but holding back. Well, what was the point of holding back? She always believed in making unpredictable choices and forging one's own path.

It was late night when you were seated in your office working on documents, but your mind was ever-muddled and diverted from the events of the morning. You couldn't get the kiss out of your mind. You couldn't get Lady Pearl out of your mind- her taste, scent, voice, face- everything kept spiraling in your mind constantly like a tornado. Your hands became sweaty as you thought about the kiss more and soon kept your pen down to take a break and get your focus back. You were about to get up to fetch some coffee when a knock was heard on your door, followed by none other than Lady Pearl coming in.

"Apologies for disturbing you at this hour, honey. Do you have a minute?~"

"O-Oh, sure! Come in, please! Would you like to have some tea or coffee?" you nervously spoke while walking back n forth, picking up documents and clothes from the chair to make space for her to sit.

She watched your shifty state, your fumbling steps and uneasy glances as you tried to remain calm. You were adorable as ever, but even more so this way. She was planning to be slow and tease you a bit first, do some foreplay and make you desperate. But she found that to be a waste of time when she could be having your body in her arms instead. She waited as you poured out a cup of coffee before turning around to talk with her. You placed your coffee on your desk and were about to walk to your side of the table when she stopped you by holding your wrist. Her touch instantly sent shivers down your body, your mind once again thinking of the kiss.

"I-Is everything oka— mmph!~"

Your words were blocked as Lady Pearl pressed her lips to yours instantly for a short moment.

"No, everything is not okay. You have been on my mind all day, so much so that I have been rendered ineligible for several tasks. I couldn't even finalize the script from today and it's all your fault, honey~"

She teased with a smirk and walked closer until you were leaning against the edge of your desk, she held your hands and guided them around her waist before settling her own on your shoulders.

"....Did you get the answer to the question from then?"

She hummed and brought her face closer until your lips were barely touching, your breaths mingling together.

"To some extent. But it also gave birth to more questions~"

You pursed your lips then suddenly pulled her closer, "I guess we should answer each of them one by one~"

Lady Pearl chuckled then wasted no time to devour your lips with hers. The affair was much more passionate and needy from before, both of you desperately fulfilling your desires. You slipped off her shawl while she unbuckled your chest harness and proceeded to unbutton your shirt. Your bodies pressed closely as you tried to push back and pin her to the wall, your hands roaming all over her curves. Just when you thought you had her pinned to the wall, she showed an unexpected display of strength and pushed you down the sofa instead then straddled you.

"Mmm, h-honey!~" she moaned into the kiss as she sat on your waist, her fingers continuing to open your shirt.

"So passionate.... fervent.... yet loving.... Oh, I'll let the flames devour the world while we act out the utmost frenzy! Show me more, honey!~" she chanted in a lovestruck state.

You slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders until her body was half exposed as you sat up to hold her. She wrapped her arms around your head and kissed you deeply, making out with unmatched fervour and need. Of course, she didn't stop at just kissing you— as implied by the hickeys on your neck and scratches on your back.

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt 2.2

Note: Part 2.2! The Bane Incident from Kon's POV! 😁

~*~*~

Two days later, Kon was back at Arkham undercover again. The Bats had caught Bane nearly 12 hours earlier after Red Hood showed up midway through the fight, lept off the overpass, and landed a blow directly to the top of Bane's head with a metal pipe on the way down. The behemoth of a man had crashed hard into the cement, immediately unconscious, and been taken directly to Arkham's medical facilities as soon as he arrived. He'd been checked over and cleared to head to his usual room in less than 15 minutes once he woke up the following afternoon.

Kon found out all of this afterwards. 

He was headed back to the briefing room for his nect assignment after lunch when he spotted four senior guards, Collins, Ryans, Dorr, and Miles, escorting Bane from medical to his usual cell. He stepped into a doorway to let them pass by before continuing on his way. Kon had spent a productive lunch break chatting with Jasmine "please don't call me Fenton" while she waited for Dr. Rylie before he had to head back to the guards room so he wouldn't be late. He'd have to make sure to catch up with Dr. Rylie on the way out at the end of the day instead, Kon mused.

There was a shout behind him. Two bodies slamming hard into the walls on either side of the hall. A rush of fabric sliding across fabric. Rapid pounding footsteps.

Kon spun letting out a gasp as he saw Bane grab Jasmine's upper arm and yank her hard enough to make her stumble. The large man turned to face the guards behind him as he pulled her firmly back against his chest. Kon had the dart gun in his hands and leveled at Bane before he even realized he was moving. Dorr and Ryans had also already done the same. Miles was scrambling to his feet, drawing both his dart gun and baton. Collins slid to the ground, right shoulder visibly dislocated from hitting the wall at the wrong angle but he drew his tranquilizer dart gun as well.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking Jasmine as emphasis. Her braid swung from the force of it. 

Kon expected her to panic. He was panicking; a full grown, fully recognized superhero. Of course, he expected her to panic.

But Jasmine didn't. 

Her expression smoothed out turning from barely-there surprise to blank calm in the span of a few seconds. Her breathing stayed deep and even. Her heart beat steady was steady. Was she in some kind of shock? But he had never heard of someone reacting like that to shock before.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie shouted to Kon and the other guards from where he had pressed himself against the wall on the opposite side from Bane. He must have been just a few steps ahead of Jasmine.

"She's my student! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie screamed again. His voice high pitched with fear for his intern. 

Kon didn't know what to do. From the way Ryans and Dorr were exchanging looks, he wasn't sure they knew what the best approach was in this situation either. Of the five of them, Ryans was the most senior guard but he wasn't one of the six guards trained for hostage negotiations either. None of the scenarios they had trained for would work here. Jasmine was too similar in height to Bane for a good shot and a single tranquilizer wouldn't knock him out anyway. They couldn't possibly circle around behind him in this narrow hallway either.

Kon could practically taste the panic building in the air. The tension was rising. If he didn't think fast someone else was going to make the first move and Jasmine would get hurt and -

She sighed.

Long, heavy, and disappointed. It felt like every muscle in Kon's body locked up suddenly.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please. I will give you to one to comply." She said voice calm and heavy like - like she was disappointed in him?

Kon's stared at her bland expression in shock for a moment before his eyes darted back to Bane. The rogue looked momentarily stunned then started laughing.

"Five." Jasmine said, ignoring his laughter. Kon felt himself paling. His colleagues were shifting, white faced with fear as they traded glances again.

"Four." She continued. Bane snorted derisively at her.

"Did you really think that would work?" He asked. His arms tightened around her. There was no way Jasmine was getting out of this without bruises.

"Three." She said ignoring Bane's question. Holy shit. Had she lost her mind?

"What can you even do if I don't?" Bane mocked with a rabid gleam in his eye. He's going to kill her, Kon realized faintly, even if we let him go now he's going to snap her neck for this.

"Two." 

"Jasmine..." Kon whispered pained and horrified by his realization. Loosening his grip on the dart gun without meaning too. She met his gaze across the hall, eyes resolved. 

"One." She finished, brows furrowing slightly in concentration as her lips thinned, pressed together. Bane gave a derisive snort. 

And then the massive man was airborne. 

"Holy shit." Miles breathed out.

Kon stared at the crater in the floor. Collins and Dorr were absolutely silent, hearts racing in their chests. Ryans took a half step forward, heart stuttering - Kon really hoped the man wasn't about to have a heart attack because he could rush him to medical right now. Dr. Rylie was half collapsed against the wall he'd been pressing himself against a strangled sound of shock coming from his throat. Bane was embedded in the floor breath wheezing as Jasmine half knelt on top of his neck. Oh wow, Kon registered, Bane's arm is fucked.

"Now, do you know what you've done wrong?" Jasmine asked looking down at the giant.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out.

"Fucked with the wrong HBIC." Collins muttered under his breath faintly still stunned.

"Jasmine for president." Miles whispered back automatically.

"Boys," Dorr scolded as he half lowered his dart gun, shifting his weight at the same time.

"Won't be making her angry around that time of month." Ryans mumbled to himself softly enough that Kon was the only person who could have possibly heard him. 

"What did you do wrong?" Jasmine pressed. Collins choked back an inappropriate hysterical giggle at the question. Bane appeared to panic when he realized he'd have to respond. 

No wonder, Kon thought, the man literally grew up in Santa Prisca's prisons. Did he even know how to respond to -Kon choked on air - a maternal scolding?! What the ever loving fuck? He bluescreened. Stood there in the hallway, absolutely stunned, completely unaware of his surroundings as he struggled to process the fact that Jasmine was giving Bane a maternal scolding in the middle of an Arkham hallway right in front of him. Maybe I've finally gone nuts? Kon wondered. 

Jasmine gestured vaguely towards the group of them without turning to look and Kon snapped back to the present. 

"Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?" Oh shit, that's me she's talking about. Kon walked towards her still a bit numb.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane answered her. Kon watched as Jasmine stood up carefully and backed away from Bane far enough for him to pull himself out of the crater in the floor. Once he was on his feet, Kon led Bane back towards medical realizing as he did that there had been four other guards behind him this whole time.

Two of them darted forward and scooped up Collins, probably to take him to the guards medical ward along the outer wall patrol route. The other two fell in with Kon, Dorr, Miles, and Ryans. As they walked away Kon could hear Jasmine talking to Dr. Rylie.

"I'm fine, really. My mother was an extremely skilled martial artist. I've been learning from her since I started to walk." She explained honestly, trying to sooth the frazzled doctor's nerves. "I didn't know he was heavy enough to break the floor though!" Jasmine laughed. 

That - heart beat uneven, vocal cords tense - that second part was a lie.

[russellsppttemplates]

Ngl those pictures of kika @the hospital with Pierre got me thinking of y/n and him straight away. Like, Pierre taking care of y/n while she's ill and getting worried to the point he takes her to the hospital. Or or or, even better: if she's expecting one of the kiddos(probably the first one, cause they'd be clueless) and she's just feeling bad with like the flu or even just nausea and they (Pierre) get so worried they go to the emergency to get checked out. He's so soft with her and her baby sister my mind went there in a sec!

Cw: mentions pregnancy, sickness, hospital emergency visit, drawing blood, IV fluids

"This isn't okay, amour", Pierre said as he rubbed your back, coaxing you through as you emptied your stomach into the toilet, breathing heavily as you tried to understand if there would be anymore before flushing.

"It's morning sickness, just every time of the day, it will pass, everyone I know says that", you tried again, knowing it would hardly be any use. It was an ongoing conversation for the past few days. You telling Pierre this was to be expected and him running around like a headless chicken trying to make you feel better and tend to your needs.

"I need help to get to the bed, I don't trust myself to not knock into things", you nudged him after cleaning your mouth, feeling his arms under your knees and around your shoulders, kissing your forehead multiple times as he brought you back to your bed, laying down with you and cuddling you to his chest, "if you can't eat anything by tomorrow morning, we're going to the hospital", he heard you groan, "I know you don't want to, but I'm not risking anything happening to you or little one, deal?", he said, kissing your lips one last time, "fine".

Like you promised he could do, you were in the hospital less than 24 hours later, the bracelet on your arm as you laid on the bed, eyes closed and hands shielding them from the bright lights.

"My wife is pregnant, and she hasn't been able to keep anything she eats down for the last forty-eight hours. We came in to check if she has something serious, maybe the flu", Pierre said to the doctor taking you in, giving all the information he needed, "we'll take some blood samples, an ultrasound and cultures if we see anything concerning. I'm just going to get the materials", he smiled.

Pierre sat next to you, letting you rest on his chest as they drew out blood and collected that they needed, "the ultrasound looks good, your little one is doing fine amidst all of this", the technician said, soothing your worries as one of the nurses gave you some fluids, "This has the nutrients to keep you going while we work around the results, call us on this button if you need anything. The fluids should help your nausea and your tiredness, too", she smiled.

Pierre cuddled you on the hospital bed, pulling you closer to him and taking advantage of the fact that you had privacy in the room to kiss and coddle you as much has he wanted, "is the IV making you feel better?", he asked, "I know you hate all of this, but we just need to make sure you're both doing fine, I hate to see you like this", he mumbled into your skin, rubbing his nose there and tickling you slightly.

"I don't feel so hot, I think", you muttered, "the IV hasn't kicked in yet, but it should help. I haven't had many nutrients in me, so my body should just take it while it is ahead", you giggled softly, inhaling his scent and thankful that you hadn't grown nauseous to it.

"You were wise to come in and get checked out, but you seem to have the flu. It's been around for a few weeks and it seems like it got to your household, too. Lots of rest and fluids, and keeping up with your prenatals should help. In case you have any issues with eating, let us know and we'll adjust the medication", the doctor came back after a while, handing you discharge papers, "thank you".

By the time you got home, you managed to successfully keep a piece of toasted bread down, "are you agreeing with mama again? Please, let this be that, little one", you tapped your belly, "Mama really wants to eat real food, and papa is very worried, so do us all a favour and agree with this, okay?".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[byeuijoo]

24/7 𐀔 takayama riki

genre : only just fluff ⋆ warnings : none ⋆ word count : 1,019

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« what.. what are you doing here? » you asked, glasses on the tip of your nose and a look of bewilderment on your face. glancing at your watch, the dial announced almost midnight, the black night outside soon plunging the entire city into a state of rest. taki stood for a few seconds at the door of your university room, looking around before walking past you and into your living room, « i was expecting a more enthusiastic welcome... »

rolling yours eyes, you locked the door after he entered, pivoting on yourself to return to the coffee table, where your course books were scattered everywhere. taki fell back on your sofa, his head level with yours, and the young boy took the opportunity to glance over your shoulder at your lessons, which suddenly seemed far too complicated for the late hour. « what are you studying? » he asked, the tip of his nose brushing against your bare shoulder, and you swore you felt his lips almost against your skin. you did your best to ignore the shiver that ran down your spine, biting the tip of your pen between your teeth, « marketing. but i'm getting a headache. »

playing with a lock of your hair, twirling it between his fingers, taki didn't answer directly. he was focused, staring intently at the side of your face, noting every imperfection that crossed his gaze : he was completely captivated by your beauty. but he was brought out of his thoughts when he felt your face pull away from his fingers, your little hands rubbing your eyes hard to fight the fatigue that was gradually taking hold of you. « why don't you take a break? » he suggested, his fingers gently caressing the nape of your neck as he watched your eyes close at his touch. you thought for a few moments, a new sigh leaving your lips. taking a break wasn't such a bad idea, but you should probably continue reviewing your lessons.

« i have to at least finish this— » you began to say, but were cut off by the sudden touch of taki's lips against your cheek. turning your face towards his, your eyes met his gaze, « take a break, even a little, » and his finger tucked a lock of your hair back behind your ear, « you'll exhaust yourself mentally otherwise. »

defeatist, and far too tired to contradict him, you nodded as you climbed back onto the couch with difficulty, sliding down beside him. in less time than it takes to say it, his arms encircled your waist, drawing your body against his to keep you warm — you didn't flinch, appreciating the gesture a little too much. placing your face between his neck and chest, you mechanically drew invisible shapes with the tip of your index finger on his arm, taki resting his cheek against the top of your head. « you didn't answer me, » you whispered, your eyes focused on the movements of your hand as you listened to his breathing lull the silence of the room, « why you're here at this late hour? »

« i was kicked out. » he said, making you frown furiously. knowing euijoo and yudai, it seemed impossible that they'd leave a young boy out in the middle of the night. but despite all the possible scenarios you were thinking about why did they do it, nothing prepared you for his next sentence. « my teammates gets annoyed because i talk about you 24/7, » stopping your finger movements, too baffled by his words, you raised your head to meet his gaze, trying to see if he was really serious, « so they threw me out. »

and he, indeed, was very serious.

you did your best not to burst out laughing, but you couldn't help it. averting your gaze as you placed your hand in front of your mouth, laughing at the outburst, you fell out of the sofa in the process, leaving a sulky taki spread out on the cushions. you struggled to regain your composure, resting your hand against your stomach as your abs ached from laughing so hard. « oh my gosh.. » you whispered breathlessly, wiping the tear that had just escaped from your eye, before observing taki, who had just crossed his arms against his chest. « i'm so sorry, » you began, pulling yourself up onto your knees to face him, observing him with an amused but tenderized gaze, « but you're such a loser. »

taki closed his eyes, moving on the sofa to turn his back to you, which tore yet another chuckle from your mouth. trying to get him to stop sulking, you pull on his arm to draw him towards you, « baby, you're an adorable loser, » you whispered, amused, your fingers caressing his rose-colored hair, « i'm flattered to hear you speak so highly of me. »

instead of answering you with words, the boy in front of you glanced at your face, greeted by a smile lining your lips. he couldn't stop talking about you to all his friends, he was so happy to have you by his side, he displayed you like a trophy, the most precious one. maybe sometimes he overdid it, but he didn't care — he wasn't going to stop bragging about winning your heart. and deep down, he knew you thought it was cute. turning to face you, taki moved closer to place another warm kiss on your cheek, drawing a tender smile from your lips. « i love you. » you whispered to him, your eyes never leaving his, even as you hurried to slip into his wide-open arms stretched out towards you. tightening his arms around you, taki gently kissed your forehead, cutting all distance between you both, so he could feel your heart resonate against his. « i love you too, y/n. » he confided to you, in the hollow of your ear, like the most confidential of secrets, which nevertheless, he liked to shout from the rooftops.

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[dayfalwastaken]

Notable Slenderman designs from over the years

Something Awful: As the users of the original Create Paranormal Images thread took to calling him, "Poo Poo", the first Slendy on this list is sort of a composite variant of his first depictions. After Victor Surge had made "the Slender Man" people started creating their own photos and a couple even drew him. Designs varied, but many featured arms that turned into tentacles or tree branches, and blank faces with either few or very pronounced facial features. These first drawings gave me the impression that Slendy was a creature that attempted to blend in and look human, but if examined its nonhuman aspects would become apparent almost immediately, empty face notwithstanding. As such, while his suit gives the impression of a well-dressed man, if one looks at it from a small distance they'll note the lack of buttons, pockets and other such accessories, so in a way the suit is like a second skin as opposed to actual clothes. Merely a disguise.

Marble Hornets: The Operator! Version that got many people into the Slenderman mythos, the Marble Hornets rendition streamlined the many variations of the Something Awful forum into a simple yet iconic design. This guy is very tall, and makes it clear that he's the furthest thing from human. Proportion-wise, his torso is not even half of his total height, while his arms almost reach the ground. Weirdly enough, his hands don't seem to have fingers? And look to be morphed into the suit, though they could be wearing fingerless gloves. He has a straight upper body and shoulders, and in most entries has barely if any shadows on his face to enunciate human features. As in, most of the time his face is completely blank, although there are entries where you can spot the outlines of a nose, mouth and eye sockets.

TribeTwelve: To me, the Administrator is a more grounded (heh) Slenderman. If you ignore the times he's shown to tower over humans, this guy, while tall, isn't abnormally long. He even has human-looking skin and visible eye sockets! With regular proportions for a Slenderman depiction, he's pretty tame in appearance when he doesn't have his tentacles or spider legs out. So really, he's just a regular man in black with no face, which makes him a bit more believable but still creepy as all hell.

DarkHarvest00: Gorr'rylaehotep! This dude's like a streamlined version of the Marble Hornets Operator, which was himself a streamlined Slendy. He's like an expected evolution of a live action Slenderman, where his body isn't elongated so much as it's scaled up for him to appear larger. That said, he's in no way thick, being quite thin for a big guy in a business suit. Luckily, that doesn't take away from his scare factor, as he's remains an imposing figure throughout the series... In the shots where he doesn't move too much, that is… Having fewer overall appearances in DarkHarvest00, he's also the most consistent Slendy on this list to keep a totally blank face with no features. Neato!

Slender: the Arrival: This guy isn't slender. Like, at all. He's well-built for a Slenderman and, dare I say, kind of muscular-looking. If you shorten his arms, he's just a big human, but I think that strengthens the unease you have when you see him. The others, aside from the TribeTwelve design, don't really hide their uncannyness. Once you’ve spotted them, you know there's something wrong when you look at them. The Arrival Slenderman takes it a step further. He gets all up in your face, not even stalking you all that much. He almost refuses to blend into the background, opting to terrorize you up close. He doesn't obscure the fact that he's an otherworldy entity that shouldn't exist, and I think that's great. His ragged skin and ears melted into his skull offer him an incredibly distinct look, and given how well the game uses him, he's super scary to play against. He's also among the first Slendermen to feature a red tie, which will go on to be a very popular design choice when depicting this character.

The ways people chose to draw/show/model Slendy have always intrigued me, so I made this lil thing to show off the differences in a few designs over the past decade! I hope you've enjoyed reading through this, and I'll see you next time when I'll draw and analyse five more. Have a good day!

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Faust with a Star who's an artist and asks him to pose for drawings (HCs/Short Story, whichever works for you!!)

Draw me like one of your French girls!

Bc of how cute this idea was I made it both <33

Loves being your model, doing poses you need with ease as you sketch it quickly

Honestly if you called him your muse he's giggling while telling you to stop (continue doing it he loves it so much)

If you need a specific pose he let's you move his body as you want it

Also 100% down changing outfits if you need to use them as a reference as well, he's basically Barbie with how many outfits he'll change in to

Makes silly jokes about the titanic how he's the Rose to your Jack.

When you finish the work he asks if he could post and brag about his awesome artist partner!

If you posted it already he's sharing it to all his social media platforms. Giggling as everyone complements how amazing it is

During streams he always talks about how you drew him again saying how loved he is by a artist.

"Like this?" Asking as he posed in front of Star. Looking at them with a soft smile, relaxing into the couch he lounged on. Faust's partner turned their head and smiled at the pose.

"Perfect! Your such an amazing poser! My muse!" Praising him, Star grabbed their pencil and started to sketch the base of how his body in on the couch. Preening Faust giggles hearing the nickname he loved so much.

"Is this for another commission?" Questioning, Faust watched as his artist's hand flys across the canvas. Quickly capturing how the pose is, he always loved seeing them work. It was like magic how they formed a blank surface into art.

"Yep! Red, is what he said to call him wanted an exact picture to that of Rose from the titanic. But it would be his partner." Mumbling Star's eyes shifted back and forth. From to canvas at their side to Faust posing in front of them so perfectly.

"Oh? Even naked? How scandalous~" Giggling as he wiggled his eye brows. Causing Star to snort at him, but then nodded as they recall the commission agreement.

"I know right? He got consent from his partner to send me a nude picture. Hopefully I do it justice!" Sighing out, Star remembered the first commission they did with a naked model. "I swear if I butcher it I'll quit art."

Faust pouted at that, but then remembered how distraught Star was when the commission was turned down. They tried redoing it multiple times but the commissioner just didn't like it. Huffing out Faust turned his head to them and spoke.

"Well if that person wasn't sooo picky! You wouldn't have felt bad. You redid it like....a thousand times! Honestly I wonder if they were just trolling you...." Mumbling out the last part, Faust saw Star shaking their head. Causing him to roll his eyes, Faust wishes they could see how their art was perfect and amazing.

"But still, I only need the pose then I can work from there. You wanna watch me work again? Might take longer than expected." Whispering as they focused on the canvas. Letting Faust think it over then sighing at them, shaking his head slightly.

"Can't there's this new game out I got sponsored for to play and I gotta do that before it'd deadline. Maybe when your done with this commission we can play together?" Asking hopefully, Star was on a break from gaming. To focus on finishing the few commissions they landed. Once again his partner shook their head, giving him a sad smile.

"I'm sorry muse, but I'll make it up by playing with you on Friday. I wanna focus on this commission. Don't worry I won't push myself that far." Giggling out the last bit. However Faust gave them a look, to be serious about the breaks and not pushing too far.

"I swear if you accidently don't eat for a day like last time and get sick. I'm killing you. With love of course." Smiling innocently as he batted his lashes. Star nodded at their partner, better to agree or it'll be a long conversation.

"Of course my muse, my moon, love of my life-" Babbling nicknames for him, Faust gave them another look to stop talking or they'll focus on praising him.

"Oops! Well, I'll sing your praises another day. Now, let me fix your pose real quick I think you moved a bit too much." Mumbling out as Star got up and tweaked with the pose a bit.

[pandafishao3]

Prompt for @slashtakemylife:

"Oh oh oh!! I love your fic about the Alpha pound and the collective!! So I'll throw in an aob prompt I've played in my head and see if it helps inspire you, it's pretty basic. After finding Bucky and afraid of him being taken away to jail him, Steve decides to mate Bucky and whisk him away to Avengers Tower to protect him, the avengers want to help Cap but some are uneasy on his methods and also Bucky is now in a gilded cage scenario although is better than Hydra or jail"

"Steve, what did you do?" Tony asked him, staring in shock at the rain soaked assassin cowering behind Steve. His scent was terrified and his eyes kept flickering between the Avengers and the walls as if he was trying to find an escape route.

"I rescued him". Steve's answer was deflective; his eyes voided Tony's.

"No, what did you do?" Tony demanded to know. Because even through that rancid scent of distress, he recognized the smell beneath it.

"...I mated him" Steve admitted in a quiet voice. His right hand was holding onto Bucky's arm, not letting him step far. And now that he was Bucky's alpha, it would be far harder for him to just dart away and escape.

"You WHAT?!" Clint exclaimed in disbelief, throwing his hands out.

"Steve, that's not just any stray omega, that's the Winter Soldier. You do realize that, right?" Sam frowned with his arms crossed.

Steve threw him a look and scowled. "He's my friend. And now he's my mate, so you can't expect him to leave" he defended Bucky, drawing the muscular man closer. Since Bucky was curling in on himself, he looked smaller than he was, but everyone in this tower had seen him in action.

"Come on Cap, don't be an idiot. Hydra's gonna come looking for him, to say nothing about the government. Hell, he's probably wanted by every government on Earth right now!" Tony exclaimed - he was furious Steve had taken this decision without telling any of them. As a Captain, he was too used to just going his own way.

But at the mention of Hydra, Bucky suddenly whimpered and for the first time willingly drew closer to his new alpha. Ignoring the others, Steve hurried to turn and cup the back of his head, soothingly nuzzling over it. "Shh, it's okay. They can't reach you here with me, I'll protect you now" he whispered.

"Steve, they'll come eventually - "

"They can bloody well try" Steve growled, taking Bucky's hand and marching them both straight past the other Avengers. The conversation was over.

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

Bucky was shaking like a dog when Steve got him back up to his own floor and herded him into the bathrooms. The rain had soaked through all his clothes and he was dripping on the floor. Steve was rummaging around the cupboards, and when Bucky thought he wasn't looking, he observed the alpha carefully. The memories were blurry and faded, but they were still there - Bucky did know this man. He'd known him way before back when Steve had been small and they had both been omega. The serum had made Steve alpha, but obviously Zola's botched version hadn't done the same for Bucky. Instead, he was this monstrous version of an omega. The only part of his altered body that even revealed he was omega was the small cocklet between his bulging thighs. It had always stayed the same, and Hydra's soldiers had found that very amusing. Those memories stung like poison ivy in his head.

But now Bucky had a second marker of an omega. On his neck was the still sore bitemark that Steve had given him in his run-down apartment where he'd found Bucky. The assassin had been tensing up to bolt, prepared to flee rather than have to face this blurry figure of his past, but Steve had grabbed him. He'd grabbed him, wrestled him down, used electric stingers to knock out his metal arm, and then taken his neck in a Hold. Only then did Bucky calm down. His heart had still been racing in panic, but Steve had held him anyway, and just...looked at him.

"I'm taking you home, Bucky. I'll keep you safe" he'd promised. And Bucky wanted to believe him so bad it hurt.

Steve had given him the bite right there to claim him. Now when they were home, and Steve was stripping him naked of his wet clothes, Bucky knew he would finish his claim by mounting him.

"You'll have to take a bath so you won't catch a cold" Steve mumbled softly, tugging off his pants. Bucky just went along with it numbly - at least Steve wasn't going to beat him when he was naked. Right?

"I can't catch colds" he admitted back, because his alpha probably expected him to speak.

Steve met his eyes. "Right. But I still want you to get warm" he said with a gentle smile.

Bucky was scared all throughout the bath, just waiting for something bad to happen. For Steve to move the washcloth aside so he could put his fingers inside Bucky's ass, or pinch his cocklet, or pull his hair. He didn't do any of those things. He simply washed his new omega gently, until he was clean and warm and pink. The function in the metal arm was slowly coming back to him too. As soon as it did, Bucky might be able to overpower Steve and escape.

But to do so, he'd now have to push through the dominant hold Steve had over him as his alpha. Steve had been right - it would be a lot harder for Bucky to run away now.

And besides, what if he did? What if the government found him, or worse, Hydra?

Whatever they would do to him, Bucky knew it'd be a lot worse than having to spread his legs for Steve Rogers.

No, Bucky would stay. He would bite a pillow, keep still, and accept it if his alpha wanted to knot him. Even if he wanted to do it every day. Bucky would accept it, because he figured it was his best chance at protection. He'd acted the soldier before, now he'd act the bitch.

As he looked up at Steve, he felt a familiar emotion move through his chest, like seeing something glimmer at the bottom of the sea. He knew him. Bucky swallowed through the uncertainty, and Steve smiled like he was glad to have him there. Maybe...just maybe...he could find a way to enjoy what was coming tonight.

[meanbossart]

Misc. Ask compilation

These aren't all of the asks I want to reply to, just some that I can answer relatively quickly to clean the ol' inbox out before things get out of hand. Thanks for your patience!

HAHAHA THANK YOU FOR PERUSING AROUND and for enjoying my work! I had a... Weird Gale experience my first playthrough which led to his characterization being what it is in my comics. Here's the beat-by-beat of all the shenanigans: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/740827466716807168/alright-i-am-like-90-sure-there-is-one-line-in-a

And here's just some of my personal thoughts on him! https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/736193145686114305/can-you-tell-me-more-about-how-you-would-make-gale

I would be lying if I said I'm not conflicted to know my style still bears some remnants of my edgy teen roots (not your fault not noticing it though, you aren't the first and won't be the last) BUT... That comic did mean a lot to me as a youth, so I guess I should be proud 🤷 and honestly it is a little cool that such a thing would survive for so long in what I do, crazy how that works.

LMAO, re: the bottom/top debacle, I was honestly so surprised to see people react to it like it's something novel. If I ever expected to get any push back on the matter, I thought it would be from people assuming DU drow was the top and taking issue with how violent and big he is (and yknow, some people are weirdly protective of Astarion as if he isn't a sneaky murder machine rippling with lean muscle)

Very disheartening to see that mindset still so alive and well among young people, but I guess it just means I gotta draw DU drow throwing more back and Astarion drooling over more ass until the stereotype is forcefully banished out of people's minds!

(more asks below the cut)

"Sleeper agent activation phrase" absolutely took me out, Thank you so much LOL

YEAH I got it pretty late though, Astarion had already told my durge that he was a vampire of his own accord (and the response was, of course, "no duh") I forgot wheter this happened before or after the first romance scene triggered, but I think after.

Since this was after DU drow decided he was gonna fuck him out of pure contrarian spite and was shamelessly laying it extremely thick, He happilly let Astarion drink his blood. Hell, he was probably a little Too Eager - the guy likes pain and he likes letting people he trusts do with his body whatever they will, and while he didn't yet trust Astarion at that point, that event might've very well reminded him of something from his past that planted a seed which would eventually grow into his genuine affection for the guy.

Ah, he definitely got a half-chub as it happened too. I'm sure Astarion noticed it and just walked off rolling his eyes and thinking "eugh of course" lmao.

Hello!!!

Oh man, I grew up fascinated with horror things. I remember from a very young age just looking at the covers and backs of horror movies at the film-rental even though I wasn't allowed to watch them. I was also easily scared but I sought those things out anyway - I think i just enjoyed the visceral reactions it drew out of me and was always curious about most things taboo.

When I got access to the internet that just opened a (very unfortunate) door to all things vile and awful like it did for so many people at that age in time. Though my tastes have changed a lot since then (Less August Underground, more The Devils kind of guy nowadays) my stories and art are just always going to fall into a horror-y category because I just... Don't think there's many better ways to showcase the human experience and emotional range without many of the elements native to the genre, and I'm all about that.

Thank you for your question and your sweet words, have a good week yourself!

I did a little write-up about that over here! https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/742508493562593280/i-dont-have-a-particular-question-in-mind-sorry

That's the result of a scene that happens relatively early in the story I'm writing ("A Novel Experience" on Ao3).

{SPOILERS} DU drow accidentally passes out on a blade which puts a relatively deep gash on his hip. Meanwhile, Astarion is weakened and starved after certain events that transpired the prior night. They have a private exchange both in a somewhat hazy-state of mind and Astarion ends up prodding and prying at his wound while feeding, so it's a laceration and bite mark that just scarred over badly.

Elves apparently don't grow body hair so never LOL guess they'll just have to slip&slide up on each other for heat

[shbtcklyy]

colors and suns

Erwin buys some paint to cheer up Levi.

(lee!Levi, ler!Erwin)

[modern au, painting tickles, references to depression]

w/c: about 900 words

"So you, uh," Levi looked at the bag, "bought a coloring book paint to do the fucking BODY THERAPY art?"

"Exactly," Erwin said and smuggled.

"The knitting club would have the same effect so no, thank you," Levi growled at him and handled the bag to his hands. "Paint this shit by yourself!"

He turned back and disappeared in the kitchen. Erwin put the bag on the floor pursed his lips, offended.

"I'm still in, just in case!" he tried to outshout the sound of the pans and bowls, but it was too loud.

Erwin couldn't blame him for that. Levi didn't like it when he tried to help or to offer any kind of therapeutic aid. Pills and meditation (in this case just poor tryings, actually) were the only thing Levi accepted from his psychiatrist and he never tried to speak of his disorder again. Depressed? Okay, we got this, I can live my life.

He also was really sluggy after the pills, so they ended up on their couch watching TV. Erwin was massaging Levi's head with his fingers, his hair smelled like soap and grass. He couldn't help himself but kiss him in forehead once or twice.

"Le-evi" he murmured, "what if we still try it?"

Levi found Erwin's nose and pinched it.

"Do what'y want, I'm too tired too argue."

Erwin cheerfully jumped and went for the paint, screaming "take off your clothes!" from another room to his husband.

"What are you gonna draw?"

"What are you expecting me to draw?"

"I don't know. Draw a flower."

Erwin opened up the green paint and poured a new brush in it.

"I'll draw on your back, is it ok?" he asked to get the nod and brushed over his spine.

"Ouf, it's cold," Levi whined. Erwin drew a stem and started painting the leafs on his sides, thinking of continuing this pattern on the front, but Levi suddenly shivered, when he got lower.

"Are you alright?" Erwin asked and stopped.

"Yeah. Yeah," Levi nodded. "Just do the thing."

Despite one thought crawling in his mind, Erwin continued painting the flower; returned the brush on the top, slowly stroked it down to the ribs - Levi shivered again - and poked it near the armpit.

"Raise your hand, I need to get to your other side," he muttered, tongue out from concentration.

"Are you doing this on purpose or what," Levi hissed at him. Erwin raised his eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"It tickles," Levi said.

"Don't worry, I'll finish soon," Erwin forcibly raised Levi's hand and brushed over his armpit. Levi twitched and snorted, loudly enough to provoke Erwin's interest. He changed his way and instead of painting on Levi's chest he returned to his ribs, pretending that he is coloring something.

"Erwin, stop," Levi growled through his teeth, but Erwin only grinned.

"It's not my fault that you're ticklish," he shrugged his shoulders and lowered to the tummy, thinking of taking a bigger brush.

"Just, just draw somewhere else, I don't know!" Levi was hardly holding back the giggles. Erwin stayed on his tummy for too long, painting unnecessary circles and patterns around his belly and pelvic line.

"Hold on, hold on, I'm almost done," he teased, going around the folds on Levi's tummy and swiped the brush behind his back again. "Is that too hard for you?"

Levi didn't answer. In a few seconds Erwin told him to lie down.

"Which paint now?" he asked, Levi only made a face:

"I don't care! Just do it fast."

Erwin sighed through his nostrils, poured the brush in yellow paint and without any shame started flowing it on the inner side of Levi's thighs. Levi jumped and squished them together; Erwin was taken aback.

"Levi, relax."

"What if you try to draw on something else?"

"Levi, it's for therapeutic purposes!"

He spread his thighs forcibly (he knew Levi wasn't stresses by this - his eyes were calm enough) and continued painting. He heard the giggles immediately.

"Erwin- Erwin, stop, stop, y-you drew enough," Levi held up his palm to his mouth, though Erwin knew what was hiding behind it, "Erwin, get that fucking brush out!.."

Erwin wasn't convinced enough by this, he smiled slyly while drawing small suns on Levi's thighs.

"Don't twitch!" he sang and drew a line to his knee bend; Levi bumped him in the his slightly, giggling. "I'm almost done, almost done!"

"Youhu said that five minutes agooDON'T FUCKING TOUCH MY KNEES!" he squealed, frantically kicking his legs. Erwin realized he found that place and concentrated on drawing circles behind the knee, enjoying that high-pitched laughter.

At the end he stopped drawing and began simply kissing the unpainted areas of his skin, pale skin, the veins seen. And Erwin had a thought, just one small thought that if Levi could smile a bit, that horrible dark part of their life will be gone for a minute. Just him, Levi and some happiness.

He climbed over his hips, kissed Levi on the stomach, between the ribs, in the neck, causing him to have quiet chuckles.

“I love you so much, Levi...” he whispered, and Levi ran his thin fingers through his hair, smiling limply. Erwin quickly kissed him on the lips and then suddenly tickled him under the ribs; Levi bucked and grunted with laughter.

“Come on, you,” he snorted. "You'll spill the paint..."

[allmyocsarebritish]

Kiss, Maime, Kill - Chapter 4: A Splendid Evening

Pairing: Alastor X killer! F Reader

Warnings!!!: Not really many on this one actually :0, bit of fluff as calm before the storm

Sorry for a late update, got the flu kicking my ass as well as GCSE exams lololol

Word count: 0.73k

1932

Louisiana, New Orleans

"And I do not care how complicated this gets. I still want you. I always will, Cher."

He opened his arm to you, and you slotted underneath, basking in his warm embrace.

"I love with my soul instead of my heart or mind, in case my mind forgets or my heart stops. But my soul will forever be yours, Mon cœur."

And he kept to his word. The past two years both of you were practically glued at the hip, partners in crime. Literally.

Unsurprisingly it wasn't long before the courtship gave way to marriage.

The stale smell of alcohol permeated the atmosphere. Stains of the liquids splashed over plush couches and barstools, the countertops clean yet permanently discoloured. Clinking of glasses echoed through the bar, accompanied by intoxicated laughter. Your own glass was smooth and clear, barely filled with a golden, shiny liquid and topped off with oversized ice cubes. The alcohol was fiery, scorching your throat as it rushed down, molten like magma. You winced at the harsh sting, coughing and spluttering at the way you knocked back half the glass in one sitting.

A gentle hand patted your back as you regained composure. "Are you alright, Cher?" He asked, a miniscule hint of concern seeping into his voice. Alastor's high tolerance to alcohol left him practically unaffected, even despite the smoldering sensation.

"Yes.. yes I'm fine, Al. Thank you." You squeezed your husband's hand. (hehheeheh)

After that you stuck to nursing your drinks, continuing for another couple of rounds before deciding to call it a night.

"Best of luck, Chums!" Alastor called out to the rest of the bar as you left, arm extended behind him. Some of the patrons hummed in acknowledgement, others were too intoxicated to care or comprehend the dismissal.

The streets of New Orleans were dark and cold, a stark contrast to the warm, fuzzy, golden ambience of the rather scruffy little bar. Cozy, yet not fully safe. Yet even the dingiest alleyway was nothing to fear for prolific serial killers, especially not when you knew Alastor was with you.

Long, drawn out shadows were cast by the moon, darkness enthralling the path you walked on. Yellow street lamps allowed for a slight rest bite in the night, and the crescent moon itself illuminated the inky sky. Night may have been full of secrets and terror for the ordinary person, but for you it was comforting and normal. The whole world slept and slowed as you watched. The monsters lurking in the shadows were yourselves, personified and human.

However, as winter drew in, the evening came with a sharp, chilling bite. You shivered slightly, pulling your thin jacket closer around your body.

"Cold?" Alastor asked, noticing you faulter.

"Only slightly." You breathed out in response, not that he believed that. No, he was already shrugging off his own coat, and, before you knew it, the material was wrapped around your shoulders, engulfing you in his warmth and scent. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it, my dear." You shared a smile before continuing on your way back home.

"The world is brighter with you in it."

"What a shame. I should hope my presence brings dreariness and discomfort to those around me." Alastor joked, raising a hand to his forehead in mock distress, drawing a snort from you. You stopped and turned to face him, causing him to do the same.

"Well, I can guarantee it does to some, my love. Particularly those we bump off I'd expect."

"Splendid!" You shook your head in exasperation as he took off, leaving you jogging to catch up to such an unreasonably fast pace. "You're such a goof." His stride lengthened further in challenge and before you knew it, the two of you were practically racing down the path.

By the time you reached home, it was particularly late, 2 in the morning to be exact.

"It's growing rather late." You acknowledged, kicking off your shoes by the door.

"Quite." Alastor agreed, holding out his hand to you before leading the way to your shared bedroom. He tossed you some more comfortable nightwear, leaving you to change. Waves of exhaustion engulfed you, your mind clouded with the alcohol. The last thing you remembered before sleep claimed you was a warm embrace and soft, comforting bedsheets tucked beneath your chin.

A splendid evening, all in all.

Part 5!!

[the-red-butterfly]

before i begin i have to say that I love all the art you drew for tessite's fics they are so lovely. obi-wan and korkie meeting after satine died has always been fascinating to me. the one link that holds the two of them together is gone. they're looking at each other expecting to see the satine, but they're not her. LIKE THE ANGST POTENTIAL

talking about agnst I LOVE the korkie/ twins parallels, and I've been thinking about luke and the vader funeral scene so can I request korkie at satine's funeral

Ret'urcye mhi, Buir

Korkie Kryze (Star Wars: Clone Wars)

Ni'solus. Buir, mhi dar'tome. Ret'urcye mhi. I am alone. Mother, we are no longer together. Goodbye / Maybe we'll meet again.

Oops, I think my hand slipped.

Hear me out, HEAR ME OUT. I honestly don't think there was a funeral for Satine 👁 . I'm inclined to believe that her body was probably discarded in an awful manner. Maul would've probably got some sick sense of vengeance out of that. And in the veeeery off chance that someone managed to recover the body, I'm not sure Korkie would've been there for that (,: He did escape Mandalor... right? I don't quite remember that sequence of events.

SO THERE, that's my answer. Korkie at Satine's funeral? Pff, unlikely. So he mourns alone in the wastelands of Mandalore.

Also, glad you enjoy my small offerings of Korkie, I love the boy way too much and I don't draw him enough (,:

Also, thanks @tevya-fandom for the help with the mando'a ✨

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Open for Commissions

[gennyanydots]

This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 10

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!kazansky!reader (affectionately often called “Baby Ice”)

This is love I just can’t live without masterlist

Top Gun biker!au

Chapter summary: Sometimes memories can make you feel better and sometimes they make you feel guilty

Slight overlap with the new Jake story Take Me With You

Chapter trigger warnings: none I don't think?

Ch. 10 “It’s tearing me apart” Baby Ice

You watch as Bradley’s eyes rake over your hip seeking out his initials. You can tell the second his eyes find what they’re looking for as his face softens a bit, almost in a relieved way. Had he expected you to cover it up or get rid of it? He takes a step closer, placing a hand softly on your hip and brushes his thumb over the letters. His forehead drops to yours and you close your eyes as you both take in the moment. 

You both know what this means. In the eyes of the club you still belong to Bradley. He marked you and as long as those letters are on your hip you were his. The thought of covering them had popped up a few times over the past couple of years but every time you thought too hard about it you ended up in your bed sobbing at the thought of losing that piece of Bradley. His initials felt like the one thing you had left of him after you  

It was your first tattoo and just like Bradley, the day you turned 18 you were at the tattoo shop bright and early, dragging a half asleep Bradley with you. Waking up before noon was hard on him during the weekend. You made him hold your hand the entire time even though it didn’t take long for the artist to trace Bradley’s “BNB”, written in Bradley’s handwriting of course to match his own tattoo. Bradley had even drawn a heart for you so your tattoos matched. That was the day you found out Bradley can’t draw hearts. The one tattooed on your body looks more like a lung than a heart but you loved it regardless because Bradley drew it for you. 

Your parents weren’t thrilled when they found out Bradley officially claimed you but it wasn’t like they hadn’t been expecting this for years, they just wished you had both given them a heads up. Carole however had been over the moon when you both told her. She had burst into tears hugging the both of you while babbling about grandchildren. As soon as she calmed down you both let her know that grandchildren weren’t happening for a while, a looooong while. 

You feel Bradley shift then pull his forehead apart from yours gently, “We got some stuff to do today.”

You stare at him confused before asking, “What kind of stuff?”

Bradley shrugs, “You’ll see.” 

You looked at him wearily as he grinned and kissed your forehead then walked back to his chest of drawers and grabbed a clean shirt out before pulling it over his head. 

You scowl and wipe his kiss off with your hand making Bradley laugh and blow you a kiss. You narrow your eyes at him.

He just shrugs, “I threw a shirt at you earlier. It’s yours. Found it in my room after you left. Kept it hoping I’d have the chance to give it back.” 

You grab the shirt off the bed where it fell and hold it up and a soft smile finds its way to your face. You remember this shirt. It’s a Top Gun MC shirt that you tie dyed one summer with Nat and your mom. You tie dyed them in the backyard and then after you tie dyed each of you a shirt, there was still left over dye, so your mom ran into the house and grabbed a set of sheets and you tie dyed those, too. Your dad was not as amused at his bed having tie dyed sheets as your mom and you were but he knew not to question your mom. You hold the shirt tightly against your chest as your eyes water. 

“Thank you,” you say softly. “I thought I lost this. Thank you for keeping it safe for me.”

Bradley nods at you and turns his back to you so you could quickly change into the clean shirt and out of your crop top from the night before. You smoothed your hands down your sides over the shirt. Just having the shirt on soothed you in a way you didn’t even know you needed. It gave you a feeling of being close to your mom again that you desperately needed. 

“You good?” Bradley asks. 

You nod as you continue to smooth down your shirt. It takes you a couple seconds to remember that Bradley wasn’t facing you to see you nod, “Yeah, yeah I’m all good. You can turn around.”

Bradley turns around, a smile on his face, then holds his hand out for you to take, “Let’s go!”

You roll your eyes and walk out of his room with Bradley close on your heels. 

You head down the stairs and look around at the mess from the party the night before. A few prospects were walking around collecting trash with a black trash bag each in their hands. You offer them a polite smile as you pass on your way to the door. 

“Hold up a second,” Bradley says walking over to one of the couches. 

You turned around and then followed him over to the couch. When you passed the first time you didn't even notice Jake on the couch. 

As you stop at the back of the couch with Bradley he leans down to your ear, “I had to wake him up yesterday because he was making all sorts of noises and thrashing around in his bed.” 

“What’s that about?” you asked. 

Bradley shrugged, “I’m not sure. He wouldn’t say. Said he never dreams.”

You look at him oddly, “But everybody dreams.”

Bradley shrugged again, “I’m just telling you what he told me. I said the same thing but he said he…”

Bradley gets interrupted as Jake starts to whimper. You both stare down at him a moment before he starts shaking his head. 

“Should we wake him up?” you ask Bradley.

“I’m not sure,” he says back.

“No, no, no, no, stay with me. Don’t go. Please…..please….please,” Jake whines in his sleep. 

You decide to make the executive decision to wake him up. You reach out a hand to touch his shoulder but before you touch him he shoots up into a sitting position breathing heavily. 

You yelp and pull your hand back while Bradley grabs your shoulders to pull you away from Jake. 

“What…what happened?” Jake asks while panting. 

“You were whimpering and shaking your head in your sleep. Then you started to talk,” you explain as you take a step back towards Jake. 

Jake groans and wipes a hand down his face, “Any clue what I was sayin’?” 

Bradley nodded, “You were saying no and please a lot. You also said ‘stay with me’ and ‘don’t go’ , nothing else I don’t think.” 

You shook your head agreeing with Bradley that there was nothing else. 

Jake takes a deep breath, “Okay, cool. Thanks. Soooooo what’s up with all this?” He points to the two of you. 

“We’re heading out. Got some stuff to do,” Bradley says as he waves and grabs your hand to pull you with him towards the door. 

“Have fun!” Jake calls from behind you both then chuckles. 

You roll your eyes and follow after Bradley as he leads you to his bike. He gets on quickly before holding his hand up to help you on. You use it to climb on behind him then wrap your arms around him after you settle. 

He pats your arms before turning the key for the bike and releasing the kickstand. You’re both soon on your way. You lean your head against Bradley’s back. It’s been a long time since you’ve done this, it feels so easy to fall back into everything you and Bradley used to do together. You missed him, you missed this. You used to love riding on the back of Bradley’s bike, it seems you still did. 

You didn’t pay close enough attention to where Bradley was taking you, maybe you should have, but soon he was pulling into a very familiar drive. You remember drawing with chalk on the concrete of this driveway. The oil stain from the first time Bradley tried to change the Bronco’s oil is still there off to the side. You remember laughing at him as it spilled out over the oil container that Bradley forgot to open the plug of. You remember your dad strolling his way over after hearing Bradley shouting and laughing along with you as he quickly started to help, telling him he would have come over to help, which just made Bradley grumble about wanting to do it himself. 

Bradley stopped the bike next to the Bronco and helped you off before getting off himself, “You knew this was coming.”

You shrug, “I know. I didn’t want to. I still feel bad. Cutting you out of my life meant cutting her out too and that was probably the worst decision I made.” 

Bradley nodded, “I think she was more heartbroken than I was.” 

You worried your bottom lip as you followed Bradley into the house. 

As soon as the two of you were completely in the living room Bradley started yelling for his mother. 

“Ma! Hey ma! Got someone here to see you,” Bradley called out. 

“Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw! How many times have I told you to stop hollerin’ in the hou…..” Carole trails off as she enters the living room with a hand towel clutched in her hands. “In the hou…” she starts again before she trails off again leaving her mouth open in shock while dropping the towel onto the floor. She stares at you for a moment as you stare back at her. 

“Mama…” you say, your voice barely louder than a whisper. 

That seems to break her out of her trance as she takes a few apprehensive steps towards you until she’s right in front of you. 

“Oh sugar, look at you. You’re all grown up,” Carole says as she reaches a hand out to cup your cheek, you can see her eyes start to water. “I recall tellin’ you that you weren’t allowed to do that but goodness, pretty girl, we were all wonderin’ who you’d take after and there’s no question about it.” 

You smile at her as your eyes mist over. 

“Well c’mere, sugar,” Carole  before pulling you into her arms. 

The flood gates open and you’re sobbing by the time you’re completely encased in Carole’s arms, she coos at you rocking you both side to side gently.

You needed this. A mom hug. There’s nothing like it in the world. 

“Let it out, baby, let it all out. I gotcha, don’t you worry, your mama’s gotcha,” Carole murmurs into your hair, holding you as tight as can be. “Everything's gonna be okay."

[justaguylukas]

Art Dump!! Ronda two!!

BUDLEY EXOTIC ESCAPADE OMG I LOVE HIM!! This is probably my favourite drawing I've made of him yet lol. The basis of this drawing is funny. Apparently, I have a "zesty hand" according to my friends which I'll show below here...

... and there was a beta image of Budley doing a similar pose and so my friend made the comparison and I HAD to draw Bud doing my "Zesty hand" pose. That's all I love Budley Exotic Escapade.

Here's some birthday art I made for my best friend, Enri :D Like with Bud, this is also my favourite drawing I've done for Zee complete with Olivia Von Trashpanda here to celebrate. Me, Chase, and some whale are here to also join the party.

Here's Tom from Disventure Camp that I made for one of my friends! I even made a shirtless version because... he likes Tom LOL. Speaking of shirtless, I'm still somewhat new to drawing shirtless characters so it probably doesn't look too great. And the anatomy in general is all over the place lol. And because I'm stupid...

I- Uhh...

Sigh. Yeah I made the Hooters outfit. It was a hot topic for the DC fandom that lasted like 3 days lol so I decided to join in on the fun. It even appeared in MachemRodez' video with my permission :0

Also while drawing Tom, I noticed that all his scars basically have the same design lol.

HERE'S DUKE DOG!! Ok ngl, I thought this looked good until I saw the face. I don't think it looks horrible, but it could look better. Drawing faces was NEVER my strong suit, and it still isn't. This is my first time drawing a plus-sized character so I hope that I did a good first try on it.

I have mixed feelings on this drawing. I love the idea of Budley and Zee getting to know each other but I'm just not feeling it with this drawing. It's not terrible but I think I can do better. I also HATE drawing backgrounds with a burning passion!! Anyway, Zee is drinking orange soda and Budley is drinking some green tea because he is painfully British

HERE'S SCARY GIRL (I like to call her Scary Bitch)!! This is the first time I've ever drawn her. I always forget about Scary Girl because she's such an anomaly from the cast, which is weird because you would expect her to be the most memorable to me. But no. I still like Scary Girl but she's tied with Axel for my least favourite reboot character. I DO NOT HATE THEM!! ALL OF THE REBOOT CAST IS GREAT!!

What a mediocre drawing of Kaison Kekoa lol. Usually when I draw a character for the first time, it's usually p mediocre, which is to be expected from almost every artist (I think?). But for the first time, I don't think it's too bad. At least I'm getting better with drawing shirtless characters.

I don't know if I'm egotistical or confident for saying this, but I think this is one of my best drawings, especially when it comes to the anatomy. I also drew him as somewhat chubby because it makes him look more hot ngl.

I think I drew Kaison much better here (The ponytail kills me omg I kinda hate how I drew it). Also Ean's here. Not much to say but this drawing holds a record because this is the quickest drawing I've made, taking me 1 hour and 59 minutes to make. If I had to change some things, it'd be to make Kaison's eyebrows thinner and change Ean's body position since it looks kinda awk.

Not much to say here. I like how I drew Blitz EXCEPT FOR the hands and arms.

We're on a roll with the Exotic Escapade drawings! 5 in a row! Kaison, Levi, Ean/Kaison (again), Blitz, and now Carter! This is birthday art that I made for my friend Mitch who absolutely adores Carter.

Speaking of birthday art...

Here's birthday art for Josu!! :D (While also breaking the Exotic Escapade trend)

You may know him for making those amazing Minecraft models of the reboot cast, and I decided to draw one of his models for his belated 18th birthday :0

Drawing this was kind of tedious and fun because I am HORRIBLE with drawing 3D but it was also a fun lil' experiment.

Three birthday art in a row!? Man! Here's my birthday art for another good friend of mine, Vikkstar :D

This is also my first time drawing a female Exotic Escapade character.

It's been a while since I drew some TD art (Does Minecraft Wayne count?) so enjoy this Nichayne art :D

I'm kinda annoyed with how Nichelle's body looks but overall I'm still very proud of this drawing. Nichayne is such a cute pair I love them sm!!

And to end off this art dump, here's Millie!! Not much to say here, I just think she's SUPER underrated and/or overhated!!

[electrozeistyking]

I just realized what "The Amalgamation" reminds me of. The Slayer form in Baldur's Gate 3

Funny that it somewhat resembles it given I had the idea for two particular DDs I made to fuse into one being that was a giant version of a similar form. Just less surgical and more "magical".

While I'm here I wanted to say the design for it is sick. Body horror is my jam so this "little" guy was quite cool to see. Curious if you're gonna do a fic with them, would absolutely be down to read it if you did. A lot of the fics I read don't really incorporate the body horror elements of MD and it makes me a little sad since it's one of the things that drew me to the show. But I imagine you're quite busy with the Ghost Drone AU so I don't really expect it.

Also I might take a crack at drawing The Amalgamation but don't expect it to be too good. I may be able to draw horrors beyond human comprehension but limbs STILL get me. Like, how does the hand attach to arm, why are fingers so round...WHO DECIDED NECKS SHOULD BE LIKE THAT?!

I also considered drawing Beanie with one of my OCs but...almost all of them should NOT be within 500 miles of her. Two of them are literally The Boogeyman (even if Erik wasn't at one point) and the other two are loyal DDs. Yen would be sweet though, so maybe some art with them would work but I think they'd be too distracted by N's hot single dad vibes.

idk I just love your art and I want to pay tribute to it in some way because it's so awesome and super well made. Love what you're doing and hope you do well because of it!

(also sorry for the long ask I just started thinking stuff I wanted to say and putting it down)

Pal. Buddy. I absolutely LOVE writing nightmarish/horror sequences, I just don't often get a chance to flex that ability. You better believe that I'm planning on writing something about the Amalgamation! I even have a co-writer to help me with it... heheheh.

Don't worry, nothing's actually written yet. Those "excerpts" I posted were literally just me writing short little stories on the concept, seeing as I wanted to get them out of my brain... though, I may actively include them when I actually write about the Amalgamation? Too soon to say....

Also hey, don't worry if your art looks "bad" or "good!" So long as you make it, I'll love it either way! And don't worry, I love the lengthy ask! It was a delight reading all of your thoughts. :3