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nochepsicodelica · 5 months ago

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I think it would be so hard for Toji to deny you of anything when you're upset to the point of crying. You always act so passive about things that bother you, for him, because he rarely falls apart on you, so who are you to dump your emotions on him like that?

You come home from a really bad day at work that never allowed your headache to cease. Everybody was turning things in late, nobody was working to beat their deadlines—extended deadlines— and you were the one who took the hits for it all, as the leader of your group. You were one more mentioned member of your team away from snapping at your boss. Thankfully, you were allowed to go home after that talk.

Toji got home before you, so he had some time to wind down from his own stressful day, but the minute you walked in, he knew there was something wrong. You barely acknowledged him, a small smile being all you offered him, before you dragged yourself to your shared bedroom. No 'hi, baby' followed by you literally tossing yourself onto him, or even a 'wow, you're home before me?'

That didn't slide with him like you may have thought it would.

He got up after waiting two minutes for you to come back out. You never did, so he went after you, immediately spotting you face down on the bed. Your body was trembling, your shoulders jumping with your sobs. It was a strange sight, but it didn't make him feel any less concerned for you. He strode over to your side, resting a palm on your back. Your body was rigid with tension, your shoulders unable to drop because of it. He's sure you'll complain about the pain once you've calmed down a little more.

It was hard to get you to talk, but eventually you spilled every detail of what made you feel this way. Toji couldn't relate to your patience. If he were disciplined for other people's actions despite doing his job of trying to catch them up and reminding them to do things, he would be livid. You aren't like that, though. Things happen at work. Things that lure out frustration, anger, and overall feelings of wanting to implode and instead of leaving it there at work, where it belongs, you bring it home. You've clearly reached your breaking point.

"Want me to kill them?" He asks, feeling you shake your head against his chest in response. "Might just do it behind your back if you come home like this again, ma. Dead serious," he says, noting that you still haven't fully relaxed in his hold. "No reason you should ever be this stressed over people not doing their jobs. Fucking idiots, acting like children because they know it all weighs down on you."

You wanted to cry again at the way he tightened his hold on you while he defended you. You sucked it up and moved off of his chest, and when he looked down to see what you were doing, you kissed him. Your hand went beneath his shirt and felt up his warm, sculpted abdomen.

Clothes were removed and you now sat on his lap, his cock deep inside you. He knew you needed this despite how you were so distraught when he came into the room. He couldn't turn you down when you asked if he could be as close to you as he could. He knew you needed to release some steam, but he didn't expect it to be so calm. You laid your head on his shoulder, your arms draped around his neck while he held you close, his hands resting on your back.

Toji cooed at you, when you started sniffling, again. Slowly but surely, you were releasing all those bottled up emotions, your tears landing on the bare skin of his shoulder.

"Shh... it's alright. You don't have to think about anything, right now." He presses a kiss to your shoulder and then one to the side of your neck, before moving his hips a little, luring some quiet sighs from you. "Yeah, let me take care of you, mama. Just gotta breathe for me. That's all you gotta do, 'kay?"

You nod against his shoulder and allow him to bring both of you, soft, intimate, and unhurried pleasure. Your moans were light and airy, your whimpers soft and muffled by his skin.

Toji's orgasm rolled in before yours. His generous amount of release coated your walls, heavy and ragged breaths grazing your skin. In his head, he blames it on being able to become a safe space for you and his ability to provide protection. Your emotions were unconfined and you confided in him to soothe you. The mixture of physical intimacy and his comforting words was enough to calm you down. Your shoulders weren't tense anymore, and you were able to melt into his embrace.

Your orgasm had your body quivering against his. The sound of your rapid breathing was all you could release into his neck, your nails dragging across his shoulders through the intensity. He smiled softly, satisfied when you let out the smallest squeak.

"That's it, baby. Good girl. Just relax." He strokes your back, stilling his hips once the zenith of your pleasure passes.

Once the adrenaline dies down a little, you go back to rest your head on his shoulder, retightening your arms around him. Toji keeps stroking your back, his other hand resting on the back of your head.

"You're not going to work tomorrow. You have... let's see... food poisoning and you can't move without feeling like you're gonna blow chunks." He can feel your laughter against him, your shoulders jumping as a positive gesture compared to how he found you, luring a smile onto his face. "I'm not taking no for an answer either. We're both out tomorrow, 'cause I can't leave you here to die. Alright?"

"Okay," you mumble.

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cherry-hulu · 25 days ago

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greetings...i respectfully would like to place down my 2 cents for diamond life

reader is hard at work under the desk in woozi's studio, whenever a member-specifically shua and minghao or honestly whichever member wants to blow off some steam while recording, all woozi has to do is pull them off him, hold them by the hair and let said member go nuts...the sadists that they are 🤐

— Accelerando!

Warnings: woozi x free use!reader x joshua x the8, cockwarming, oral (m receiving), tears, gagging, lots of cum, voyeurism, filming

More like this... Diamond Life : The Series

Recordings can either be the smoothest sailing days or the harshest battles against the flow. Sometimes it would be over in a few hours, sometimes it could take up the whole day.

When the members said Woozi practically lived in his Universe Factory, they meant in. He even had his own foldable bed in it and everything. All his amenities at one place for his comfort.

Out of all the members, Woozi would argue that he benefited from you the most. He had always loved the idea of cockwarming, especially while he worked on his chair. The idea of someone keeping his cock warm and hard while he made music was magical.

You sat under his desk, legs crossed, eyes closed, head resting on his hard muscle packed thigh, mouth occupied with his heavy thick dick in your mouth. You may seem at rest but your tongue definitely wasn't. Occasionally moving, licking the veins from the sides of his cock. Throat constricting at carefully calculated times.

"Lets do one more run towards the end. I wasn't satisfied with the last part, I think both of you can do more." Woozi spoke, his fingers pressing on the button talking to Joshua and Minghao who was in the booth recording for a duet.

Minghao sighed and nodded, Joshua just held his headphones in understanding. The two calmest members of the group, but the last person they'd want to piss off. An enigma of the saying 'The calm before the storm.'

The two went for a few more rounds in the studio, before slowly, the frustration started creeping in, tension building up in the booth until it was showing in their voices.

Truth is, Woozi was doing this on purpose, he believes that there's no better view than you choking and crying on a dick. He would always do it to you, loving the bulge his cock would imprint on your throat, the way your glassy eyes look up at him showing no signs of thinking, completely dumb and cock drunk.

As much as he loves seeing it in first person, he can't help but wonder what it'd look like in second. The boys really have spending alot more time together, Seungkwan's enthusiasm over exhibitionism was starting to get to him.

"Hyung.. I don't think I can do it anymore, it's getting overwhelming. We've been here for hours repeating the same line over and over again. I need a break." Minghao complained, ever so well thought out and collected, but his body language says otherwise. He looked stiff, eyes tired and basically begging for rest.

"I agree, I think it would be better for us to have a break and recollect ourselves, maybe it's the exhaustion that's causing the bad outcomes." Joshua nodded, looking back and forth between his friends.

You open your eyes at the sound of their voice, looking up to Woozi with a hopeful look. He told you of his plans asking for consent, and you eagerly nodded not even a second after the words left his mouth making him chuckle and call you a slut.. which you ultimately got heated up over, and no, you didn't beat him to death, but your pussy may say otherwise.

The pale man was silent for a minute as if he was thinking, before ultimately agreeing and letting the boys out. As the duo leave the booth, Woozi pulls his dick out of your mouth making your saliva drip all over the floor and off his dick.

Rolling his chair to the side, he reveals you to the boys, looking pretty all wet and open wide for the two. "It would be better for you two to release your frustrations rather than have them bottled up, 'no?" Woozi said, dick standing up and and as proud as himself for his plan execution.

"Yeah, definitely." Joshua sighed, pulling his dick out of his pants, getting harder and harder each passing second as you crawl on your fours to get to him. He gives his dick a few strokes before shoving himself in all the way in your mouth.

Joshua, Seventeen's Gentleman, was nothing like the man the public perceives of him. He was anything but gentle, always leaving you bruised and nearly unconscious after fucking you. Cuffing you down, pressing you hard against the bed, everything but being gentle.

Minghao was silent, but he wasn't non threatening, situating himself behind you, his focus immediately zeroed in on your exposed cunt. You were wearing only a thin oversized shirt — probably from Mingyu — and nothing else. What was the point of wearing under wear when it's just gonna be put aside anyways?

The chinese man was known for his relentless and often unfiltered mouth. He wasn't any different in sex, seemingly having developed an oral fixation on your pussy, always eating you out whenever given the chance to. He usually starts off slow, before adding his fingers, and going feral using you.

Your whimpers were muffled by the dick inside your mouth, heavy and big. Joshua surprisingly was starting off slow as well, probably due to the younger kneeling behind you. But his pace doesn't stop him from going rough. Giving you deep, hard thrusts, that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Tears were already rolling of your face, muted gagging sounds emmited from you as he sensually fucked your mouth as if it was your cunt.

Woozi felt like he was in a real life porno. Sitting like a king in his chair with his legs in a manspread, slowly jerking off his hard on. From his perspective, the bulge on your mouth was extremely evident. Him and Joshua were pretty similar in girth, having only an inch difference in length.

From behind you, Minghao was finally starting to quicken his pace. Slender fingers now toying with your cunt, tongue lapping and licking all over you resulting in nasty slurping sounds. He didn't knew whose cum was mixxed with yours, but whoever it was, his diet must be healthy for it to taste this good. Or maybe it was just your magic.

His tongue slides in and out of you, practically cleaning you up to get you ready for a fresh new batch of cum inside of you.

Joshua was now collecting your hair and putting it up in a pony tail, his big hands giving him no struggle with the task. You mentally prepare yourself as this was his ritual before losing all his mercy on you. He groaned as he gives you a deep hard thrust, before pulling out and pushing back in, this time with a much faster, deeper, pace.

Minghao moves his face away from your cunt, opting to finger you instead. His dick was getting painfully hard, having been ignored for too long. His patience runs thin when he's horny.

Finally taking his dick out, he pushes in inside of you, immediately matching with his hyungs pace in a way that he was in fucking into you at the same time Joshua was. Two dicks pressing deeply inside of you at the same time, at the same intervals.

You sounded and looked like a mess. Torn between gagging and moaning. Your face was flushed, full on crying now. Had it not been for Joshua in front of you, your face would be on the floor planted flat right now.

Woozi was shamelessly jerking off while watching the whole thing. His mind has orchestrated alot of masterpieces throughout his life, this was no doubt one of them.

"Agh.. fuck." Joshua strangled out as he came in your mouth, forcing your face into his dick, nose pressing against his pelvis. He was a heavy heavy cummer, emphasize on heavy if it hadn't been yet. Always leaving you full or choking even more on his cum, not just his dick.

Sweat was dripping of his forehead as he look down on you, panting with veins visible all over his arms and face. "Good girl, good job. Take it all. All of it." Joshua praised in a husky voice, clearly worn out from todays activities. But no matter how tired he was, he would never pass out on your hole.

Minghao followed soon after, filling up your other hole with his own cum. He rocks his hip back and forth into you creating a ring of cum around his dick. "Hyung.. look at this." Minghao called out, eyes focused on where the two of you connect.

It was all Woozi needed for him to cum as well. Cursing under his breath as a string of cum spurts out his dick, landing all over his chair, shirt, and even on the floor.

Joshua reached out to his back pocket for his phone. Opening the camera, he hit the record button making surs to catch your face in the frame.

Slowly, he pulled his dick out of you, a flow of his cum dripping out of your mouth. You were panting like a dog, eyes blown out, all fucked out to realize that there was a camera in front of you. Joshua pressed a thumb on your tongue, prompting you to open up more.

He dragged his thumb from your tongue to your lip, spreading cum all over. Angling his phone to where it catches the both of you, he pulled you into a kiss, tasting and cleaning his cum from your mouth. Tongues lapping all over each other, dirty sounds coming from the two of you. Alternating between open mouth kisses to French kissing.

"Fuck, hyung." Minghao whispered when he felt his dick getting hard again. Looks like it won't be just the three of them who'll be working hard in the studio today.

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burrowdarling · 2 months ago

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Take It Easy

Summary: With everything that's gone on this season, you decided Joe deserved some much needed time away.

Pairings: Joe Burrow x gf!reader

Warnings: implied smut minors DNI

Note: Hi! I was finally able to get around to the request from this anon. I hope you enjoy it! Some good ole bye-week comfort with some steam.

Word Count: 2k

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It had taken quite a fair bit of convincing, but you were all packed up heading a few hours away to a cabin with a couple other guys from the team and their significant others. Joe was beside you in the driver's seat, making you passenger with Sam and Jess passed out in the back. Evan and Gracie were in another car about 15 minutes ahead. Your trunk was filled with all of the supplies you could possibly need for the weekend with a few more hours on the road ahead of you.

After how you’d seen Joe beat himself up this past week, you knew you had to do something to take his mind off of things. A trip like this has been something you’d wanted to do for a bit, but the bye week felt like the right time to get everyone rest for the remainder of the season. Joe was reluctant at first, still heading to the facility at the start of the bye week, head strong and adamant that he needed to be doing everything he could to get the team in shape. You’d had to talk him through things, getting him to understand that his body needed a break and having a few of the guys could help him to talk to other people who would get it. He’d only agreed to a few days, but you still took that as a win in your book.

You knew he was trying so hard, carrying so much weight of the team on his shoulders. It was a burden he could only hold alone for so long before it did him in. Joe didn’t relax much during any typical season, but this felt like a special exception to his strict routine. You were trying to drill into him that rest was just as productive and all of the other components he prides himself on.

Joe was lightly drumming along to the beat of the song softly playing from the speakers, your music left on shuffle from earlier in the drive. You were excited to get away with everyone, knowing the guys needed a break during the bye week and what better way to spend it than up in mountains unplugged for a few days. His right hand found its way to your thigh, light stroking you out of your thoughts.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Joe asked, glancing in your direction. He looked so soft like this, wearing a hoodie and sweats with his hair down. His expression was calm, any signs of stress that had been showing on his face weren’t currently evident. You hadn't gotten to see him like this much recently, taking him in while you had the chance.

“I was just thinking about how nice this trip is going to be. I’m really glad you agreed to go, I wanted to be able to do something nice for you and figured this was a perfect time to go”.

Joe sighed, humming constantly as his hand gently squeezed your thigh three times. It was a signal you both can come up with during your early days of dating, a nonverbal way to say ‘I love you’ and a simple reminder you were there for that person. The gesture brought a small smile to your face.

“I’m glad we invited some of the guys, but I can’t wait until I can get you alone” Joe spoke, keeping his voice low in case anyone had woken up. His voice held a rasp and desire that would cause you to fold right there in any other circumstance.

You felt Joe's hand begin to climb your thigh, sliding closure to the apex of your thighs. You placed your hand on top of his, applying a bit of pressure to halt his movements.

“Slow your roll cowboy, we're not even there yet” you spoke chuckling.

“Cowboy? I’d gladly save a horse and let you ride me any day” Joe said with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. He looked over at you, tipping his nonexistent hat to really seal the deal. You couldn’t help, but laugh at his antics. Joe

You lightly patted him on the shoulder, rolling your eyes in his direction with a smile on your face “yeah, yeah focus on the road so we get there in one piece”.

“Yes ma’am” he said with a short nod, turning his attention back to the road ahead.

By the time you had arrived, it had gotten late and you all were ready to get everything in and turn in for the night. You tried to do everything as efficiently as possible, creating a system of the guys bringing everything while you and the girls got it all sorted out inside. Once the last thing was brought in, the guys began to explore the place you had booked. You tried to keep as much of it as a surprise for Joe as you could, keeping the details limited.

The cabin itself was nice, a cozy feel hitting you immediately. There were plenty of bedrooms for everyone, a pool table in the living room, finished with a fireplace. There would be plenty of room in the kitchen to cook for the weekend, opting to stay in as much as possible to really unwind. Downstairs there was a small room that led out to a patio hosting a hot tub, the main thing that had really sold you on this place specifically. You could tell by the vibe it was going to be a nice few days getaway with each other even if you weren’t completely alone.

You and the girls got to cooking, the guys finding enjoyment out of the pool table. You could feel yourself getting lost in your thoughts again as your eyes fell on Joe, leaning against the table laughing and joking around with his friends. When it was his turn to play, he bent over and steadied the pool stick expertly between his fingers. Joe’s hands were always something that you had found attractive and this instance was no exception. You knew exactly what those hands were capable of, causing a shiver of desire to run down your spine. The look of focus on his face completed the narrative you were writing in your mind, making your thoughts not so innocent.

You were snapped out of it by a bump to the hip by Gracie, coming back into the moment and food you were preparing in front of you. A knowing look had crossed her face followed by a wink as she went back to what she was doing.

“It’s good to see him with a smile on his face again” Jess said, you nodded in agreement. Joe’s happiness was contagious, leaving you to finish your cooking with a wide smile on your face.

Everyone finished up dinner, deciding to head to bed and be ready for the day ahead.

“I really wanna go enjoy that hot tub before bed, we had such a long drive and it’d be nice to unwind just the two of us”

“I’d like that, I also brought that one suit you really like” you said with a mischievous grin plastered across your face and you made your way down the hall to your room.

“The red one?” Joe called after you, sounding eager.

“You’ll just have to wait and see Burrow” you said, tossing his suit out and closing the door behind you.

By the time you made your way down to the hot tub, Joe was already there getting everything set. You stepped out onto the patio, the sounds of the door closing alerting Joe to your presence. Joe let out a low whistle at the sight of you, letting his eyes rake up and down your barely covered body.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking sweetheart” Joe said, extending his hand to help you get into the hot tub.

“Thank you babe, you know I had to bring your favorite” you told him, stepping into the hot tub and letting out a moan at the sensation of hot water and got comfortable.

Joe got in after, settling on the opposite side of the tub and letting his shoulders drop at the feeling of hot water relaxing the tension in his muscles. He let his eyes close, fully submitting himself to relaxation, a groan escaping his lips. The sounds he was making had you clenching your thighs together, still feeling worked up from earlier. You loved seeing Joe when he got worked up, but you also loved these moments when he was able to be unguarded with you.

“C’mere, I feel like you’re so far away from me” Joe said, lifting his arms out of the water to gesture you over.

You swam over next to him, gently pushing his shoulders to turn him to the side and settled your hands onto his shoulders. You began massaging his muscles, leaving tender kisses across the top of his back, hearing the soft sigh escape his lips.

“I know I don’t tell you enough, but I appreciate all that you do for me. You're my biggest supporter in my corner and I want you to know how loved you are. I know I don’t always show it ” Joe said quietly.

“Of course Joey, loving you is the easiest thing I have ever done. Watching you get to do what you love for a living every week is one of my favorite things. You go out on that field and put your entire soul into it. I know you’re doing everything you can Joey and I know everything will work out eventually” you said, hoping he would take on some of the confidence in your words.

Joe wordlessly spun you around to face him, lifting you onto his lap. His hands fell to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze while your arms settled around his neck, your lips connecting in a passionate kiss.

“I really don’t know what I'd do without you sweetheart. You’re my rock, my safe place, there’s no one else I’d rather come home to every night” Joe said, his lips finding your neck trailing kisses down to your collarbone.

“I’m right there with you, Joey, you have no idea” your words trailing off as he continued his assault with his mouth, biting and sucking your throat to the possibility of leaving marks.

He used the leverage to ground you into his lap, feeling his growing erection beneath you. A gasp caught in your throat, Joe taking the opportunity to let his tongue find its way into your mouth, fighting for dominance.

“That feel good, baby? I want you to feel just what you do to me "Joe groaned out, eliciting a whimper from you.

This was the sweet friction you’d been craving from him all night, letting your head fall back as pleasure overtook you. This only spurred Joe on more, watching how he was able to make you feel as good as you were. Seeing you fall deeper into your desire only made Joe grind harder against your clothed center. It was getting harder and harder for him to control himself, his patience thinning. You brought your head back up, leaning in letting your lips ghosting over his ear as you spoke.

“I’ve been craving you all night Joey, i want you so badly” you lightly whined, nipping at his lobe.

Joe reacted as quick as he could, scooping you into his arms as he carried you out of the hot tub and into the house. You broke out into a fit of giggles at his movements, careful to keep your volume down for your housemates. The remainder of your night would be spent relaxing in a different way.

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chosslut · 3 months ago

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NeedyChoso x fem! reader

Tags: smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of p in v, masturbation (male), a very horny, needy Choso, pussydrunk Choso, like he's DOWN BAD, very slight College AU, pet names, swearing.

MNDI!!

W/C. 3.1k

A/N. Uhhh this is my first fic I'm posting... kinda nervous tbh but my brain's been brimming with steaming HOT Choso brainrot since July... have to get it out somehow I guess lol

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You were sitting on the couch, your eyebrows lightly furrowed in concentration as you tried to get some reading done for your philosophy class, Choso lying stretched out with his legs in your lap. He’d called you wanting to come over, begging and promising that he wouldn’t distract you when you said you really needed to get some work done. In all honesty, you really couldn’t say no to him, especially when you imagined his sad, pouty face on the other end of the line. The two of you had been inseparable even before you started dating, and now that you were, Choso was even more clingy and affectionate, something you were more than okay with.

So, as you sit on the couch, Choso’s laying down, his head resting on the armrest with his legs stretched out in your lap. So far, he’d lived up to his promise, quietly hanging out on the couch with you as you read, taking breaks from playing on his switch to observe you, admiring how adorable and serious you looked; your eyebrows knit together in concentration, your lips slightly pursed, you finger fiddling with the page of your book. He’d been so good and so patient, but his resolve was wearing thin, especially when you looked so cute wearing an oversized t-shirt and some sleep shorts that displayed your thick, plush thighs that he loved so much. He wanted more than anything to squeeze and knead them, oh the sounds you made when he did, then kiss and lick his way up to your- He shook his head slightly, trying to dislodge the naughty thoughts in his head in an attempt to delay the emergence of his impending boner, but it was no use. If you hadn’t been busy, you would’ve easily noticed his boner, especially with the position he was laying in, but he had time to sit up and scoot next to you, a relatively less conspicuous position for his boner.

Noticing his sudden movement in the corner of your eye, you lift your eyes off your book to look over at him, a curious look on your face.

“You holding in there, Cho?” you smile softly at him, his patience not going past you unnoticed, as he’s usually one to talk your ear off or draw your attention.

“Uh, yeah, doing good,” Choso says nonchalantly, as if there wasn’t a war going on in his mind between wanting to be good for you and acting on his lustful thoughts. Chalking up his behavior to him just being fidgety, you didn’t think anymore of it, squeezing his hand lightly and giving him a kiss on the cheek before returning your attention to your book. Breathing deeply, he tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart and his aching dick, leaning to rest his head on your shoulder, but oh boy was that a mistake. This close, he could smell you so vividly; the lingering scent of the products you used on your hair, your subtle perfume, even the detergent of your clothes combined to create the scent of you, and it made his dick so much harder. The smell of your hair reminded him of the first time you’d asked him to be rough with you; he was fucking you from behind while you moaned and babbled in ecstasy, letting out the most seraphic gasp when he entangled his hands in your hair, yanking your head backwards to look at him while he fucked you. Swallowing thickly, he observed the way you had your feet rested on the edge of the coffee table so your legs were slightly bent, giving him the perfect view of the soft expanses of smooth skin on your thighs; even when you didn’t shave, they were still so soft. He knew he couldn’t disrupt you, after all, you both had ADHD and got distracted so easily, and you were concentrating so well, he didn’t want to ruin that.

He’d nearly made up his mind to go to the bathroom and jerk off his depraved thoughts so you could concentrate, when you fidgeted; probably trying to find a new comfortable position, before turning yourself towards him and swinging your legs to lay out in his lap, your back against the armrest of the couch. You not only prevented him from moving without you noticing, but your plush thighs were now in his lap, mere centimeters away from his throbbing erection. One move, one little shift, and you’d feel his arousal in all its glory. Not that he was ashamed or necessarily embarrassed about being found out because it wasn’t a new scenario for the two of you; you knew full well the effect you had on him, even when it was unintentional. Hell, he almost thought about waiting, letting you discover him bricked up, sitting pretty and patient for you, but his resolve was weakening with each second he stared, wide-eyed, at your gorgeous thighs, itching to touch you. Softly placing his hand on your thigh, just above the knee, he drew small circles with his thumb, noticing how you sighed softly at the comforting touch. The feeling of your soft skin beneath his palm was enough to completely snap any resolve that remained, giving in to slowly sliding his hand up your thigh, feeling the firm muscle of your quads give way to the plush, bouncy fat of your upper thigh.

Your breathing hitched subtly as he gently massaged your thigh, glancing down to his hand on your thigh before returning to your book, trying your hardest to focus on the book in front of you, but it was no use. You couldn’t help but glance back down, waves of heat already pooling between your thighs as you watch his large hands massage your thighs, calloused fingers digging gently into your skin.

“Cho…” you sigh shakily, meeting his gaze, his warm brown eyes dark and half-lidded, brimming with pleading desire. “I-it’s kinda hard to concentrate when you’re touching me like that…” you laugh breathlessly.

“M’s sorry, baby, I couldn't resist…” he groans, sliding his hand to the inside of your thighs, massaging the plump flesh of your thighs, fingers grazing over the hem of your shorts. “So fuckin’ soft…” he whispered, enamored with how your flesh bounced back when he squished it with his hand. Pulling your thigh towards him to spread your legs a bit, you gasp feeling your thigh rub his hard erection, a whimper escaping him from the friction.

“M’ sorry, I’ll stop if you want me to, I just missed you s’ bad” he sighed, his gaze needy and pleading to let him continue. It had been 2 weeks since you two had been intimate, largely due to the stress of work and impending finals. You’d be lying if you said you didn't miss his touch, in fact you were just as needy as he was, but the stress and anxiety of your finals loomed over your head like a wet blanket. Sensing something was on your mind, Choso brought his hands up to hold your face, “What's wrong, angel? I'm sorry, I understand if you're not in the mood-” he said with a worried expression before you cut him off.

“No it's not that,” you sigh, leaning into the warmth of his touch, Choso’s gaze softening as he caresses your face soothingly. “I’ve missed you too, I’ve just been so overwhelmed and stressed lately that I’ve been unconsciously overlooking my own needs…” you say softly, squeezing his arm gently. “And right now I really need you…” you whisper, your gaze flickering to his soft, pink lips, back up to his bedroom eyes.

“I know that feeling well, but you’ve been working so hard…” Choso sighs, his thumb coming down to run across your bottom lip, as he leans in. “You’ve been such a good girl…” his hand returns to massage the inside of your thigh, his fingertips ghosting over your heat through the thin fabric of your shorts, making you shudder. “And good girls deserve to have their pussy eaten out…” he whispers, his deep husky voice and hot breath on your face making your core throb. Dropping your book, you grabbed his shirt, smashing your lips into his in a needy kiss. Choso kisses you with equal intensity, moaning into the kiss as he places his arms on either side of you, pulling himself up so he’s hovering over you, his hand returning to torturously rub your core through your shorts, earning a small gasp from you.

“Can’t so much as look at my legs without craving my pussy, huh?” you tease him breathlessly, moaning as he slips your shorts to the side to tease around your clit through your soaked panties, a deep chuckle escaping his lips.

“It’s been too long, angel, I’m fucking starved for her” he whispers, his nose brushing yours as his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, “think she missed me too, how she’s drooling so perfectly for me” he huffs, breaking the distance with a wet, needy kiss, moaning into your mouth as your tongues flick against each other. You buck your hips up at his teasing, before he finally relents, stroking your clit with his thumb, making your body jolt in sensitivity.

“Ngh, you gonna eat my pussy or not?” you tease, earning a small laugh from Choso.

“Someone’s impatient, just doing a little meal prep,” he smirks, relishing in your reactions; he loved how much of a brat you were when he was in charge, begging him to just touch you when he was getting you warmed up. You whining about being teased was ironic, considering how you lived to tease Choso in bed, ghosting your fingers over his rigid cock while he panted like a dog, then proceeding to edge him until he begged and cried for you to sit on his cock.

“Gotta get this pretty pussy nice and drenched, juice her for all she’s got,” he growled in your ear as he slipped your panties to the side, he gently brushed his fingers up and down your drenched folds, making sure to bump your clit with each pass, making you shiver and tense up.

“S-shit, pleaseee, Cho, need to feel you…” you whimpered pathetically, your pussy clenching around nothing each time his fingers ghosted over your hole, the anticipation killing you.

“Alright, baby, since you asked nicely,” he said, slowly slipping his middle finger into your drenched heat, curling up in a come-hither motion to caress your g-spot, just like you’d taught him.

“Ohhh, shitt” you moaned, spreading your legs further to encourage him, grinding your hips up in desperation.

“Christ, you’re so fucking wet,” Choso moaned through gritted teeth. Your expression was driving him crazy, the way you looked at him, eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust, cheeks flushed, mouth hung open, made his cock twitch and leak in his pants. Desperate to pull out more of those pretty moans, he added his index finger, curling up faster into your cunt, filthy sounds of your pussy squelching mixing with your gasping moans. The sounds of your wet cunt made him spiral, his mouth watering at the thought of licking at your pretty pussy. Slowing down, he slipped his fingers out of your heat, making you whimper in disappointment, only to be mesmerized as he brought his slick-covered fingers to his mouth, licking your juices off them.

“Fuckk, need more, right now,” he growled at your taste, he grabbed the backs of your thighs, folding your legs up so he could slip your shorts and panties off. Slipping off the couch to kneel on the ground, he patted the cushion in front of him,“Come sit here, baby, and spread those pretty thighs for me” he instructed softly. Repositioning yourself in front of him, you pulled up your baggy t-shirt, exposing your plush, full tits, not bothering to wear a bra just to do homework. Choso cursed under his breath, gazing at you in complete awe at your beauty, “Never get used to how gorgeous you are, angel” he whispers as he leans forward to cup your face, kissing you sensually. You guide his hands up to grope your breasts, pulling your face away from him slowly, bathing in the comfort of his touch. He gently squeezes and kneads your plush tits, pinching your nipple as moans fall from your lips. He leans down to suck on your nipple, using his tongue to flick the sensitive bud, causing you to spread your legs wider as more wetness seeps into your core.

Separating from you with a wet pop, he grabs your hips, sliding you to the edge of the cushion so your ass hangs off a bit. He squeezes the plush of your ass before sliding his hands to delicately stroke your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh on the inside. The feeling of his hot breath fanning over your wet core driving you insane, whimpering needily as your cunt throbbed and clenched around nothing.

As if responding to your whines, leaned in to plant a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh, humming against your skin, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb to your other thigh. His eyes, stormy and clouded with desire, are glued to your face as he kisses up your thigh, licking and nibbling at the supple flesh, marking your skin. Whimpering as he lavishes your skin with delicate bruises, you card your fingers through his soft, raven locks, tugging softly to guide him to where you needed him the most.

“C-Cho, please…” you whined breathlessly, tugging harder on his hair, making him moan against your skin.

“Mmm, I know doll, being so patient,” he hums against the skin of your thigh, before inching to hover his mouth over your dripping cunt, softly kissing and licking the outside of your pussy lips in a way that caused a gush of arousal to drip from your core.

“Shit, so fuckin wet for me,” he moans, using his tongue to lick the trail of arousal dripping from your pussy down your taint, groaning at the taste. “You taste s’ fuckin good, angel,” he moaned into your cunt, pads of his fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue lapped at your wet folds, licking up your arousal like a starved man.

“Nghhh yess!” you moaned, grinding your hips up each time his nose bumped your clit. He circled his tongue around your entrance, teasing it, while he brought his thumb up to gently rub circles to your clit. “Oh god, don't stop!” you mewled feeling his calloused thumb stimulating your sensitive clit. To Choso, you were quite a sight to behold; looking down at him with your pretty face all scrunched up in ecstasy, your gorgeous body quivering under his touch, and most of all the heavenly sounds you made. Choso lived and breathed for how loud you were in bed, your heavenly sounds letting him know just how good he was making you feel, always praising him to the ends of the earth. That's to say that Choso was quite literally on cloud 9, and it's no understatement to say he could feast on your cunt for hours.

“C-Choso, wanna feel your f-fingers in me, please…” you begged, and he could feel your cunt pulsating with his tongue, craving to be filled.

“Fuck…” he groaned into your pussy, feeling your wet cunt pulsate, begging to be filled. “Want me to fuck you with my fingers, huh?” he growled, not waiting for a response before sliding a finger into your drenched core, flicking his tongue on your clit.

“Yesss!” you let out a high-pitched gasp, his long, thick finger curling inside you making you see stars, heat building in your stomach as you felt your orgasm approaching. Unable to ignore his dick leaking and throbbing in his pants, he reached his other hand down to palm himself through the fabric, whimpering at how sensitive he was. In fact, pleasuring you turned Choso on so much that he had cum in his pants untouched before just watching you come undone.

Unzipping his pants hastily, he took his dick out, stroking it softly as he slid another finger into your cunt. Desperate to cum with you, he curled his fingers into your cunt faster, his long thick fingers stretching your velvety walls while repeatedly hitting your g-spot.

“Ah, ah, ah!” you gasp, arching your back, rutting your hips desperately into his face, chasing your orgasm.“Shit, m’-m’ gonna cum,” you cry out, hips jolting as Choso moans into your clit as he fists his cock, sending vibrations through your core.

“Fuck, yes, cum for me, angel” he moaned, eyebrows furrowed together and eyes hazy with euphoria as he bareled towards his orgasm.

Your half-lidded eyes focused down on Choso, your eyes widened as you watched Choso pump his hard, leaky cock while his other hand furiously curled into your cunt, the lewd sight sending you over the edge, moaning and babbling as the knot in your core snapped, sending white-hot waves of euphoria through every nerve ending in your body.

“F- Ch-Cho!” you scream out his name as your body shakes, eyes rolling back, thighs clamping around Choso’s head as you cum on his mouth and fingers.

“F-fuck!” he moans out, hips stuttering as he cums, hot ropes of seed spilling onto his hand and the couch. Falling limp, you bathe in the afterglow of your orgasm, softly petting Choso’s hair, his eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze.

“Shit, I missed that…” Choso laughs breathily, both of your faces flushed and red from arousal. “Almost forgot how pretty you look when you cum…”

Turning your head bashfully, you smile affectionately as you stroke his face that's now rested on your stomach. Realizing his fingers are still inside you, he pulls them out, reaching to bring them to his mouth when you grab his wrist.

“Hey, don't be so greedy, share” you say, feigning annoyance. Bringing his hand up to your mouth, you sensually lick your off his fingers, swirling your tongue around his fingertips. Eye transfixed on your mouth, he curses under his breath, mouth forming a small ‘o’.

“Goddamn…” he whispers, pulling himself up onto the couch to hover over you, replacing his fingers with his mouth, kissing you deeply. Parting your mouth, he slots his tongue against yours, groaning at the taste of your own arousal on your tongue.

Pulling away, panting softly, your eyes wander down to his still hard dick, still covered in his own cum.

“I missed this too…” you say adoringly, a small smile on your lips. “Hm, you made a big mess, didn't you baby?” you purred, licking down his jaw. “Wanna do that again, but inside me?”

P.S. Kinda love how this turned out ngl, might write a part 2 if this gets enough notes. I also have a virgin Choso fic in the works because whiney sub Cho is on my mind so much it basically writes itself lol.

#choso kamo smut #choso kamo x reader #choso jjk #choso fanfiction #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso x reader #choso smut #jjk au

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anonymous-existences · 4 months ago

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Chapter 2 : Laying Low

Continuation to the Prolouge and Chapter 1

This was bad, very bad. For some... Reason. The Fenton's figured out who Phantom is and they think Phantom is overshadowing Danny.

Danny was panicking and packing the rest of his belongings fast as Vlad tries to stop Maddie and Jack from busting in to get to Danny. Dan was helping him whilst trying to calm Danny down.

"I'm scared... I'm so scared." Danny just slowly stated as tears rolled down his cheeks trying to catch up on his breathe.

"Shh, shh. It's gonna be alright kid. Look. We'll get out of here right now. I got our passports. Our- everything we need basically." Dante carried his duffle bag and the spare suitcase that carried Dante's items. "Now let's go!" Dante Yelled and carried Danny like a kitten before running out the backdoor.

They could hear Maddie yelling and Vlad Clapping back hesitantly but effectively, his paren— no.... Maddie and Jack was trying to reason with Vlad saying Danny was possesed and they needed to kill the Phantom within him.

Danny just covered his ears trying to shut out the noise as Dante put on his helmet and Making Danny wear one as well, Dante puts Danny Infront of him in the bike and Drove off with their Things.

Dante was obviously breaking the law with how Fast he's going but he couldn't bring himself to slow down. Not when the GIW might chase after them any moment they find out Danny is with Dante.

"It's gonna be okay twerp.... It's gonna be fine." Dante tries to reassure Danny, Danny just.. cried and covered his face trying to muffle his ugly sobbing. "I'm scared... I'm so scared..." Danny cries out and just kept very still in his seat.

Soon later they arrived at the airport and Danny has stopped crying as Dante has reassured him, they rushed inside and was quickly escorted by the staff to the so called "private jet" Vlad has prepared for them in advance.

"Are you ready? Are you okay?" Dante kneeled Infront of Danny to match his height, oddly enough he had this very rare worried face.

Danny merely nods and held Dan's Hand, they entered the plane and Dante made sure that Danny was settled in safely.

'It still feels so sudden... It's as if I haven't been planning to do this for ... Weeks.' Danny thought to himself as he stared out the window of his seat.

'Jazz would've wanted me to... Be free .. Right... She would have wanted this.' He whispered to himself as the plane slowly rose and started to fly to their headed direction.

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As they landed to their destination, Dante woke Danny up.

"Danny. we're here." Danny slowly fluttered his eyes open. "Oh?.... Oh okay..." Danny meekly said with a yawn. Dan just carried him like a cat once again whilst getting their bags.

"You can go back to sleep." Dante reassured him as Danny fell back asleep in his arms. Danny felt safe, warm... And comforting. It made his core purr in happiness.... He likes it..

Dante called them a lift as they moved in to a decent sized apartment near Crime Alley. The place already had furniture as Vlad promised. Dante tucks Danny in bed and heads off into the living room to unpack their things.

Dante started dialing Vlad's number.

"Fruit loops."

"Yes ... Big Badger?" Vlad sighs tiredly

"We arrived safely, Danny is off to sleep. He's tired. Do I need to find a job? How did dealing with those 2 crazy fuckers go?"

"Slow down... Yes you need to find a job so no one would get suspicious, Maddie and Jack I managed to stir off of my property finally. Ellie says she'll visit soon when the GIW stops looking for phantom... Sort of." Vlad reassures Dante.

Dante sighed, Annoyed, Stressed and totally Irritated.

"I'm gonna go find some criminals to beat up." Dante started before hanging up on Vlad who was about to complain about what he was about to do but Dante can't care at all about what the old Fruitloops has to say. He had to blow off his steam somehow and heads out of the apartment leaving Danny alone.

Danny had Ghost Blobs Covering him, vibrating to keep him warm like bees and Snuggled beside him to keep him asleep and rested.

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Red Hood suddenly felt odd, not in an odd bad way but in an odd easing way.

He looked around his turf continuing his patrol before he heard Grunting. Not a good type... Ugh.

It was someone getting beat up, he doesn't usually meddle with this type of stuff but something within his chest... The pits was being pulled in.

Jason ran. More like bolted to whatever was pulling him in. Because whatever it is, it silenced the Pits, it made the pits quiver in fear.

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"Heh, Serves you right Mother fucker."

Dante laughed as he finished beating up a guy who tried to Assault a Worker. He dusted his hands and he is so glad he brought his mask and Cap with him because he wasn't prepared for Red Hood of all people to find him.

Dan just tried to keep composes as the Worker he saved ran off safely.

"Who are you." Red Hood Asks Sternly hand in his waist ready to pull out his gun, Dan tries to keep himself away from this situation.

He really Oughtta keep himself out of trouble, his luck is just far too unlucky for this to happen.

"Name's Dante... Just beat up this fucker for trying to kidnap a woman is all..." Dante chuckled to himself, very mentally uncomfortable but physically trying to stay calm.

"You're not from here aren't ya. Don't you know where you are?" Red Hood's tone didn't lose it's Stern but it softened a bit.

Odd, Dante was sure it was said that he can be very violent to his trespassers, he guesses Red Hood is just having a good day.

"No Sir Red Hood, I apologize if I entered your Hau- I mean.. Territory by accident." Dante apologizes, not sincerely but he made sure he sounded like it.

Oh. Now that Dante is looking at Red Hood much clearly and focused, He feels weird... His core is unfinished... Sort of.. there's this weird thing inside of him, Corrupted Ectoplasm? Ew.

Dante made a Disgusted look under his face mask, lucky enough that red Hood doesn't noticed because of Dante covering half his face except his eyes. But now that Dante observes more.

This guy isn't a Halfa. Sort of a Halfa but not all. What does Frostbite say it is?... He tries to remember the Term for it. Ah yes...

Red Hood is-

"A Revenant?" Dante blurts out by accident, his eyes flashing green with red gradient for a moment making Red Hood Stand Stunned.

"Pardo-" Red Hood tries to talk but Dante just Bowed his head and interrotuped him.

"I apologize again Sir Red Hood for entering your Haunt, but I really need to go, I won't do it again. I can't promise much because there are a lot of dick heads around here but do excuse me. I have better things to do." Dante said quickly but also sarcastically as he turned and bolted.

"WAIT!" Red Hood tries to chase after him but Dante Went Invisible as he turned to a corner.

"What the-" Red Hood was confused. Where did he go?

It made Dante chuckle mentally as he floated away and headed back to their new apartment.

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'What the fuck just happened.' Jason thought to himself confused, very confused infact as the strange and oddly Hot mysterious man just disappeared out of thin air... Like a ghost.

He needed to find that man again. Possibly ask him on a date- who KNOWS. But he needed to find him again.

The pits acting incredibly terrified and tame Infront of him was enough to get Jason Curious and... Oddly Calm.

"Maybe I should ask Timbers for help. I didn't catch his name... And what is a revenant?" He asked himself and scratched the back of his nape in frustration.

Hopefully he can still meet that Guy again... His eyes though.

They looked like the Lazarus Pits and that wasn't good. It didn't sit right with Jason and it honestly never will.

KMS. AAAA MY HANDS. Anyways I'll be writing chapter 3 later <33 cuz I'm insane like that.

Hope you like this chapter.

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azzifuddworlddomination · 8 months ago

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casual pt. 5

(5/5)

paige x azzi

we end where we started

love yall

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Between their intense schedule of games and the impending doom of finals, the UConn women’s college basketball team was stressed. So, Nika proposed that they all go out to blow off some steam the same place they always do. The team went out to Ted’s.

While the team took shots, Azzi’s absence was palpable. The team knew that she went to Montana for Thanksgiving, but they decided it would be best if they avoided the topic with either of the girls. So, when Azzi left the bar shortly after arriving they figured whatever happened in Montana was not a step forward in their relationship.

Azzi stood outside, the cold wind blowing against Paige’s her jacket. “It’s fine, no I swear its fine,” Azzi says into her phone. “What happened?” She says as muffled crying can be heard from the other line.

Azzi was the only person in Lauren’s life, besides her elementary school friends, who knew about her boyfriend. Now, Azzi was the only person who knew about her breakup. She held it together long enough to ask her mom to borrow her phone before she absolutely collapsed on the other line as Lauren detailed the highs and lows of her three weeks with Brady. Azzi listened intently on the other line, providing the support and advice that Lauren needed. Azzi didn’t even mind the cold or the fact that the rest of her team was having fun without her. She didn’t have the heart to hang up on Lauren until her tears subsided and she became her giggly self again.

Azzi reminds Lauren of her promise to beat that punk at horse the next time she’s in Montana, which prompts Lauren to giggle a little too loudly for being up past her bedtime. Amy comes in and asks Lauren to give her back her phone and go to bed for the night. Azzi almost hangs up, but Amy begins to speak, “Azzi, thank you for taking care of my girls. Have a good night, sweetie.” Azzi’s heart warms at Amy’s gratitude. She returns the well wishes before hanging up to walk back into the bar.

Whatever warm fuzzies that invaded Azzi’s heart are eradicated as soon as she steps through the door. She sees Paige. She’s talking to another girl. She’d seen her before, with Paige. She saw Paige’s hand reach for the girls arm. She stares, hard. Her feet stick to the floor while she decides whether to walk towards the door or Paige. Azzi can’t hold her tongue this time. She can’t run away until she calms down.

She’s a woman on a mission as she walks through the crowds to get to Paige. “How… How could you???” Azzi nearly screams as tears well up in her eyes. The people around Paige begin to turn around to see what’s happening around them. Azzi knows she knows she’s causing a scene. “How in any world can you just flirt with another girl after I went all the way to Montana with you because you can’t deal with being alone with your mom? And- and- the only reason I left was because your sister called me. She didn’t even call YOU. You didn’t even know about her boyfriend or her break up, I had to play sister when you couldn’t! And you had the audacity to say we’re just casual?? It didn’t feel casual when I fucked you in the bathroom at Thanksgiving dinner. Your MOM was at the table. You wonder why I’m bitter. I hate that I let this drag on so long. Now I hate myself. Fuck you Paige, go to Hell,” Azzi spits out. Maybe it was the few drinks she had earlier in the night or maybe it was the blind rage that she felt when she saw Paige touch that girl, but Azzi couldn’t care less that she just exposed explicit details about their sex life to their teammates and strangers.

Paige reached for Azzi as Azzi jolted her body away from her. “Don’t touch me Paige. Go fuck one of your girls until you feel better, I’m done,” Azzi spats as she turns towards the door. “No, Azzi, please,” Paige says desperately as she follows Azzi into the cold wind outside. “Get the fuck away from me Paige,” she says as she makes her way down the side walk. Paige finally catches up with her as she grabs her arm. “Azzi please just listen to me,” Paige says breathlessly, tears in her eyes. “I don’t know what you could possibly say that I want to hear,” Azzi says as she rolls her eyes.

“I was telling her we were done. That girl… I was telling her that I can’t see her anymore… That I had a girlfriend,” Paige explains. “A girlfriend?” Azzi asks, “so that’s what you’re calling me now. Seems like just a couple weeks ago you were telling some guys that we’re just casual, nothing more than a hook up,” Azzi scoffs. “You know we were never casual, Az,” Paige replies. “Then why did you say it?” Azzi snaps, “why did you act like I’m just some girl you fuck on your couch like all the rest of them.” “I didn’t know if you were ready… I knew you were seeing some other people and I didn’t want to be too overbearing. I didn’t want to define our relationship for you. So I figured I just wouldn’t define it at all,” Paige admits. “I love you, Azzi and I’m ready. I’ve been ready, please, just say the word,” Paige looks at her, absolutely helpless. “I love you too, P,” Azzi says as she pulls Paige into a kiss.

Paige quietly opens the door to her room, and pulls Azzi around to the other side of the door. She presses Azzi up against the door as she drunkenly leaves a trail of sloppy kisses before pulling Azzi onto her bed. Azzi crashes against the mattress as Paige kisses her neck. She removes her hand from Paige’s hair as she digs below her back pulling something out from underneath her. “Is this a bra, P?” she breaks away from the kiss. “Didn’t have the decency to take another girl’s bra out of your bed before you laid me in it?” Azzi scoffs, only half joking. “S’your’s,” Paige drunkenly replies. “Oh shit, its my good bra! I’ve been looking for this” Azzi replies upon further inspecting the item, “you sleep with my bra ,P, God you’re corny.”

#azzi fudd #paige bueckers #pazzi #paige x azzi #uconn wbb #Spotify

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loriannbowman · 2 months ago

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Jiyan | The Teal Dragon

A dragon is strong. A dragon is proud. A dragon is wise. A dragon is powerful. A dragon is...

Jiyan opens his eyes, the sunlight of a new day's dawn filtering through his thick lashes. He breathes a sigh, a steamy fog escaping his mouth as the morning's cold clutches still cling the dew soaked earth. Jiyan runs a hand down his face, waking up every nerve that is part of his pale, yet unmarred skin.

The Tacet Discords have been quiet for a while now, and the Black Shores give no reports of potential cases of Retroact Rain. Everything, for the most part, is calm, calm enough to be able to breathe.

Sitting up, Jiyan rolls his shoulders, shaking off the sleep from his muscles and bones. He does his best to suppress a yawn, but ends up giving in, letting his jaw stretch as he rolls his head.

Jiyan quickly gets up from his cot and grabs his greatsword and spear. On the battlefield, your weapon should always remain within reach, especially when one is under the assumed precedence of peace.

"Good morning, General Jiyan!" a chirped voice says.

Only a small handful of people are awake this early in the morning, and most of them are from the night shift, eagerly waiting for their turn to rest. There is only one person, other than the general himself, that would be awake at this hour.

"Good morning, Sergeant (L/n), you're up early today. I thought maybe I could beat you, guess not."

A bright smile shines on the young sergeant's face.

"Nope, not today, General. I've already warmed up some porridge for you," they say, a soft chuckle escaping their lips.

Jiyan can feel a throb in his chest. His hand moves before he realizes and clutches his heart. Jiyan feels a sweat build up on the back of his neck.

"General Jiyan, are you alright?" the young sergeant asks, standing quickly and rushes to Jiyan's side.

"I'm... Fine..." Jiyan pants out.

He knows this feeling, this throbbing in his chest, he's felt this same feeling for a while now, and it's all because of them.

Every time they smile. Every time they laugh. Every time they stand proud over a defeated enemy, sweat dripping down their brow with a glowing appearance. Every time... they come close to him. Every time they do a kind gesture out of their way for him. Every time... Every time...

He knows this feeling, this throbbing in his chest.

But does he really?

Is this love he feels for someone? Is this a desire to be with them? The want to protect someone and stand by their side till time's end? The longing for companionship no other person can fulfill? Or is this a carnal need soldiers often get after being on the battlefield too long; the craving for sexual intimacy with anyone you might find even slight romantic affection for? His head spun every time he thought about what this emotion might be; whenever they got too close.

"You don't look fine. Come, let's get you a seat," they says, pulling Jiyan's arm over their shoulder and leads them to where his prepared meal sits.

The scent of their skin made its way to Jiyan's senses, causing his eyes to cloud over slightly.

The young sergeant sets Jiyan down on a small stool, making sure he's well enough to sit, gently pushing him forwards to lean on the table.

Jiyan's body fills with shivers at the feeling. Their fingers, although barely, grazed lightly against his Tacet Mark, sending waves of pleasure through his longing body. Jiyan has to restrain himself from turning around and pinning the young sergeant.

It's not their fault. It's not their fault. It's not their fault.

Trying quickly to sooth his mind, Jiyan quickly starts to eat the bowl of rice porridge that sits before him, steaming.

You've got to control yourself. They're just being helpful.

Jiyan uses his utensils to pick up the egg that sits on the side and quickly swallows it, the light yolk dripping down his soft lips. Noticing it falling, Jiyan uses his tongue to swipe at the runny yellow goo.

"Are you doing any better, General? For a second, I was worried you were having a heart attack! If not, I can always wake up out healer."

"No. No... Like I said, I'm fine. I just had a minor heartache, that's all. Nothing to worry about."

"A heartache should still be looked at. You never know if it could lead to something more serious."

Jiyan looks up and makes contact with their eyes. They're bright, beautiful eyes are wide with worry. Their plush lips in a soft pout. Their hands fiddle with one another, playing with the seams of their gloves.

"Thank you, Sergeant (L/n), for your concern, but I really am alright. Trust me, if it was something to worry about, I would visit out medic without hesitation. I'm really okay, I promise."

The young sergeant hums with doubt but nods their head.

"If you say so. I have put all my trust in you before, General, and I will continue to do so until I pass."

A smile graces Jiyan's lips and a soft hum escapes his throat. It's deep and melodious, sending away the negative energy that once surrounded the two far off.

"And I put all my trust in you, too."

The young sergeant's eyes widen like saucers.

"Th-Thank you! You're trust is important to me." They look away with a sense of bashfulness in their handsome features.

That look... it's all for me... and should always be only for me...

A dragon is selfish. A dragon is greedy. A dragon is possessive. A dragon does not share. A dragon hoards. A dragon is cunning. A dragon is...

Jiyan

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❥ Yandere!Jiyan loves you

❥ Yandere!Jiyan always wants to be with you

❥ Yandere!Jiyan will do anything to keep you by his side

❥ Yandere!Jiyan doesn't like having to send your team off to fight Tacet Discords

❥ Yandere!Jiyan would rather have you stay as a statistical analyzer, something far away from the battlefield

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who has to hide the burning desire inside his chest every single time he comes to see you

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who's nightmares used to consist of all of his comrades dying, now consist of you and only you dying in his arms

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who hangs around your tent after you fall a sleep for only a moment, for that is all he allows himself to have

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who itches to touch you

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who doesn't know if this is love or of this is simply sexual desire built up over time

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who in the end, doesn't really care, convincing himself its the former

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who can do nothing but glare and itch at the other soldiers who look at you, especially your little team of four

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who drags his nails down his face every time the passing thought of you with someone else crosses his mind

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who can feel his heart throb and can't seem to breath when he thinks about you passing away on the field

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who manages to get you alone

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who, after sometime, reports you as missing

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who has you tied up, away from prying eyes

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who explains everything that's been happening to you. You should still be allowed to be informed as to what's happening on the frontlines

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who loves you the most, but is not cruel enough to not care for his other soldiers, he just has a favourite

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who, after finally having you broken, needing him, will report having found you

When everyone is worried and sees the state your in, they as ❥ Yandere!Jiyan to take you back home

You're forced to retire from the Midnight Rangers which brings ❥ Yandere!Jiyan so much joy. You'll finally be safe at home

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who takes you back to his home, locking you up there

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who asks to marry you, not giving you a choice to refuse

❥ Yandere!Jiyan who, once he's finally able to leave, can stay with you

❥ Yandere!Jiyan always wants to be with you

❥ Yandere!Jiyan loves you

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louloulemons-posts · 1 year ago

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Wayne’s Hot Cocoa

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Nightmares were the worst, the Munsons made them better.

Word Count : 1.5k

Warnings : not proofread, 1am writing, mainly uncle wayne x reader fluff, angsty, fluffy, happy ending, talks of bad homelife, reader lives with the munsons, bad parents, fem pronouns and phrases used, no use of Y/N

A/N : you are loved 🫶🏻

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Nights with Eddie made it easier, that was true. However, the warm hugs from the curly haired boy weren’t always enough to keep the monsters away. The monsters that came in your sleep, those that you knew weren’t real but made your skin crawl, your heart beat faster and you to become damp with sweat.

They weren’t real, but the feeling they created was.

Jumping away slightly, your eyes flicked around the dark room in panic. The soft snores of Eddie giving you a sense of comfort, along with pulling you back to reality.

Under the rays of the street lamps you could see his long lashes kissing his cheeks, hiding where a beauty mark lay under his eye. His curls were in his face slightly, coming on of the hair tie sat at the back of his neck.

His mouth was slightly open, lips plush in a small pout. His face was soft, beautiful, calm with sleep. You were thankful it wasn’t him having these dreams and it was you.

Eddie knew about them, knew they were a hell of a lot better, but also knew that they snuck up on you every now and again. He knew your past, your struggles, your fears and helped as much as he could. You both needed rest, both needed sleep, he couldn’t care for you all the time - as much as he’d love that.

Your throat was dry and scratchy, and Eddie had drank the last of the water in your glass hours before. Slowly moving his arm from your waist, you got up off the bed as quietly as possible.

You didn’t really need to, once Eddie was asleep he was dead to the world, normally kicking you off the bed in the process. Taking the glass from the side table, you went on your way.

Soft footsteps as you padded through the small trailer, not knowing the time. The sky whispering that it was still late, stars glimmering in the distance.

The tap was loud, but wasn’t everything louder when you were trying to be quiet. Taking slow sips, you tried to steady your heart, make your hands stop shaking. It wasn’t real - not anymore anyway.

“Honey?” The deep voice made you jump, not realising that the older Munson man was now stood next to you. “Holy cow I’m sorry,” he said, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“It’s alright, did I wake you?” you asked, praying you hadn’t. Wayne was a hard worker, he needed all the rest he could get. He smiled, “No, I’ve not long come home. Just eaten some dinner.”

There was an empty plate and cutlery in the sink, you hadn’t even noticed them. “What are you doing up? That boy being a bed hog?” Letting out a slight chuckle, you shook your head.

The man sighed, “Bad dream?” You couldn’t even reply, couldn’t meet his eyes. Just a simple nod. “I’ll make us some cocoa, go sit down. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Oh no Wayne you don’t-“

“Don’t argue. I want to.”

Seeing the uncertainty on your face, he squeezed your shoulder once more, saying in his kind tone, “I promise.” Whispering a soft ‘okay’ you went to the sofa.

It smelt of smoke, most soft things in the trailer did. When you started staying more often Wayne told Eddie they’d have to smoke outside.

You didn’t mind of course, you felt guilty taking a place in Wayne’s home. He was a kind man, and he loved you, or so Eddie told you.

He never batted an eye when you’d show up late at night, in an array of states. Wayne was there. Just like Eddie. The Munsons were your lifeline, your family.

You sat with your legs crisscross on the couch, picking at the loose threads at the bottom of your pyjamas. Planet of the Apes was playing on the TV, old and crackly, it was something to focus on.

A steaming mug was placed in front of you, deep blue with ‘Nevada’ written in a funky font, from Wayne’s trucking days. The hot chocolate was topped with cream and marshmallows causing a soft smile to dance on your lips.

“Knew it’d cheer you up,” Wayne said, taking a sip from his own identical drink, but it was in his prized possession - his Garfield mug.

“Thank you.” Taking the warm drink into your hands, it’s helped them to stop shaking. The heat warming your cold fingers.

“Was it the same one?”

“Yes. It wasn’t as bad, but it’s just been a while,” you took a breath, “I just want it to go away.” Wayne hummed, placing his mug on the coffee table in front of you, “In time it will.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, taking a sip of your own drink, the cream making a mess of your nose. “It’s been what? 2 months since the last one?”

“About that.”

“Honey it was happening every day. I’d call that progress. I know you want it to stop and it will, it just takes time.”

Nodding your head, you met the man’s dark eyes, “I know. You and Eddie have helped so much-“

“You don’t need to thank us. We love having you here.”

“I just feel like I’m in the way. I feel like I should just go back.”

“No,” Wayne said, it was a simple statement, “I’d never let you go back there.”

“Wayne-“

“What happened to you was wrong. You didn’t deserve any of it, and I’m so sorry it took me so long to see the signs. But now you’re here and safe, I will not let you get hurt by those people again.”

“But why?”

“Because your family and family doesn’t do that.” You eyes became glassy. The mug went to the table. You were his family. You never really had a proper one of those.

Similarly to Eddie, you’d lost a parent, your dad. Your mom fell into bad habits, fulled by her various partners. Any negative emotion was taken out on you.

“Don’t cry Kid,” Wayne said softly, brushing away a tear. His hands were tough and worn like the hard worker he was, but they were soft and gentle like a parent should be.

“Thank you. I know you told me not to say it, but thank you for being my family. I- I love you Wayne.” His face dropped slightly, his own dark eyes filling with tears, “Oh Honey come here.”

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest. The smell of his aftershave and cigarettes was a common comfort. A smell you loved.

His stubble brushed your head as his kissed you lightly, “I love you too kid.” You stayed like that for a while, arms wrapped around one another. “You can stay here forever.”

The movie continued to play and you got comfy, both taking drinks of your cocoa. A beautiful silence settled between you. A silence of a father and a daughter, a loving quiet. The enjoyment of one’s company without many words.

That was until a door creaked and heavy steps came towards the pair of you. Looking up you met a pair of sleepy eyes and crazy hair. “Where’d you go?” Eddie asked, his voice rough with sleep, as he plopped himself next to you.

“Just came for a drink,” you spoke, placing the still warm mug in his hand. He hummed, drinking a bit, “Wayne’s famous cocoa.”

You nodded, placing your head on Eddies shoulder, your own hand finding Wayne’s.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asked.

“Just one of those nights.” His eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Sweetheart-“

“Don’t worry Son, she’s okay.”

“Thank you Wayne,” he nodded to his uncle.

“I am okay. I promise, me and Wayne spoke. Think I’m gonna be staying here for a while, if that’s okay with you?” Eddies face broke into a grin, “Of course it’s okay. I love you being here.”

The love you felt was unconditional, it was something that you knew would never leave you. It was beautiful and pure. The kind of love you never expected to find. It was the love you needed. The love you deserved.

Your eyes became heavy, listening to Eddies heart you drifted off.

“Thank you for looking after her,” Eddie spoke. “Of course. Think she needed a parent tonight.”

“You are the best parent you know, we’re lucky to have you.”

“Don’t get all soft on me, now take your girl to bed. She needs some rest.”

Eddie nodded, shifting you gently, arms coming to rest behind your back and under your knees. The journey was a short one, Wayne followed behind him the whole way.

Placed on the bed carefully, you didn’t stir, body clearly exhausted. Eddie brushed the hair away from your face, smiling at you softly, at the peace you were feeling.

Moving round to his side of the bed, Wayne pulled the cover up over you, speaking softly, “Goodnight Honey, night Son.”

“Night Wayne.” The older man pulled the door too, allowing some beams of light to sneak through. It gave you comfort on bad nights, to know you were safe, you weren’t lost in the darkness.

Eddie pulled your back into his chest, holding you close. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he placed a soft kiss behind your ear, “I love you.”

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A/N : all the love for uncle wayne!!!

Thank you so much for reading!

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the-offside-rule · 1 month ago

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Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - Hot Whiskey

Day 23 of Christmas

Prompt: An Irish Christmas

25 Days of Christmas

The pub was packed, brimming with Y/n’s family and the cheerful, twinkling warmth of Christmas. Y/n sat at a table near the fireplace, with her boyfriend Oscar Piastri beside her. His eyes were wide with excitement, taking in the lively atmosphere. It was his first time in Ireland, and this was no regular family gathering—there were cousins, grandparents, siblings, nieces, nephews, and more; practically the whole clan had come out for the family Christmas party a week before Christmas. Oscar couldn’t hide his grin as he shook hands, hugged relatives, and answered enthusiastic questions from all sides. Everyone was thrilled to meet the Aussie fella, as they had quickly dubbed him. Y/n’s dad eventually wove his way over through the crowd, an unmistakable glint in his eye.

The evening started out relaxed, with Oscar enthusiastically shaking hands, listening intently to thick Irish accents he was just beginning to understand. He looked right at home in his cozy sweater, his eyes lighting up as he shared stories, thrilled to be a part of this bustling Irish holiday tradition. "Right, Oscar-" Her dad said, his hand firmly patting Oscar’s shoulder. "If you’re in Ireland, you need to try a Guinness."

Oscar smiled, accepting the dark pint that her dad handed him. Lifting it to his mouth, he took a careful sip, doing his best to mask his surprise at the strong, rich taste. Y/n bit back a laugh at his expression, knowing it wasn’t exactly a light beer by any means. But Oscar was determined; he gave her a small, resolute nod, and he finished the pint, hoping the next drink might be more up his alley.

Then Y/n’s mum handed him a steaming mug of mulled wine. "Warms ya up, love. Give it a go!" she encouraged. Oscar raised it to his lips, the mix of wine, spices, and…was that brandy? It was potent, and the heat of the drink made it hit even harder. He took a few more polite sips, finishing it and glancing at Y/n with hope in his eyes that maybe he could take a break.

Not so fast.

Y/n’s grandmother shuffled over, a gleam in her eye, and handed him a hot whiskey. "Here, love." She said with a wink. "Have a hot whiskey. Warm you right up, that will." Oscar took a sip, and the whiskey hit him hard, burning his throat. He swallowed it, feeling his eyes water slightly. He nodded, forcing a smile as Y/n's granny walked away, before leaning toward Y/n. "Is it… always this strong?" He whispered, a little hoarse.

"Oh, that’s Gran’s hot whiskey." She chuckled. "She likes a triple shot in each glass—at least." Oscar blinked, staring at the mug. "Triple shot?" He shook his head, a little dazed. "She must be made of money to be ordering triple whiskeys." He muttered. "She's a farmer's wife. That should explain all." Oscar hissed as he swallowed down the drink. He didn't know which burnt more; the whiskey itself or the fact that it was hot. Still, every sip was an ordeal, but Oscar was too polite to say no. He finally managed to finish it, but before he could blink, Y/n’s grandmother was at his side again, handing him a new glass with another full pour of whiskey. "Good man!" Her grandmother praised as he emptied the glass and, without missing a beat, handed him a brand new glass.

By the fourth hot whiskey- pr was it the fifth? Anyway, Oscar was looking a little glazed, and by the sixth, his usual calm demeanour was entirely gone. The warmth and joy of the family party mixed with the dizzying strength of Gran’s "special" whiskeys until he leaned over to Y/n, resting his head on her shoulder. "Y/n, I’m… thinkin’ I might need a… quick nap." He mumbled, his voice thick with drowsiness. His accent was a little off, his words slurred. Y/n laughed, gently patting his back. "Come on, let’s get you some chips."

The fresh air outside was a relief for him as they headed to the chipper next door. She ordered him a large portion of chips and a bottle of water, and he looked at her with sheer gratitude. "Thank you." He said, the clarity slowly returning as he munched on the salty, comforting chips. After about a half hour of Oscar munching on the chips and Y/n talking to the cousins who walked by asking if Oscar was alright, he felt a bit better. The headache had stopped anyway.

"Feeling better, love?" She asked, watching his color return. He nodded, managing a small smile. "That was… so much stronger than I expected." Oscar said. "Our gran is like that, lad. Probably best to stick to whatever you drivers drink." Her cousin chuckled. "Ah Dylan, would you leave the man alone. Having 7 triple whiskeys is enough for anyone." Y/n said defensively. "That's why I stick to the Guinness." Oscar shook his head. "I don't like that either." He mumbled. "Maybe the Lucozade is for you then so. Maybe even some Cidona."

"Dylan, get inside." Y/n snapped. As her cousin disappeared, she sat down next to Oscar on the window sill outside the bar. She wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his arm lightly. "Welcome to Ireland, love." Oscar sighed. "What a warm welcome." She laughed. "Would you like to go back in?" Oscar thought for a moment and nodded. "Yeah, come on."

They returned to the pub, where the family welcomed them back with cheers. Gran was waiting with another hot whiskey, her eyes sparkling with pride at her convert. But Oscar held up a hand, smiling politely. "I think I’ll take a little break on the whiskey for now." Y/n wrapped her arm around him, laughing. "He’s not used to it, Gran. He’ll join us again in a bit." Gran gave him a knowing nod, patting his cheek. "Aye, we’ll see about that."

Oscar stumbled to the bar. He was going to just order a Lucozade. Instead, Dylan came back, this time bringing his two friends with him, grinning mischievously. Before he knew it, Oscar was knocking back Jager bombs and trying Malibu with milk shots at their insistence as Y/n had stopped drinking completely, making sure Oscar didn't do anything stupid.

As the night wore on, the entire family decided to head home, Oscar stumbling alongside Y/n’s dad, both of them in equally high spirits. Once home, the two of them were intent on finishing off the festivities. "Do you like Bailey's Oscar?" Her dad asked. "Mate, I fucking live Bailey's!" Oscar exclaimed, slapping the table as the bottle was placed in front of him with two shot glasses. It jnfortunately didn't stop there. They downed a bottle of Baileys, several cans of Guinness, Oscar proudly announcing he finally likes it and a bottle of champagne. "Here, show us how it's done." Oscar wiped the foam of the Guinness from his top lip grinning. He opened the back door and wandered out, shaking the champagme maniacally, drenching Y/n's dad. "Wait, wait." Her dad disappeared before reappearing once again with another bottle "Do it like yer man you're teammates with!" Oscar grinned, smashing the bottle onto the ground, only for the bottle to shatter, the champagme fizzling and pooling into the snow. Just then, the top window opened and out popped both Y/n and her mother. "Is that my good champagme I saved for Christmas dinner?!" Y/n's mother shouted. The silence was deafening. "Get inside, the pair of you!" Y/n added, as the two drunken men sheepishly walked inside, ending the festivities a little earlier for their liking.

The next morning, Oscar was rudely awakened by the smell of an Irish fry-up drifting from the kitchen. Groggy and bleary-eyed, he grabbed the first thing he could find, which happened to be Y/n’s fluffy dressing gown, and wandered downstairs. The sight that greeted him was Y/n’s mother at the stove, her face a mix of amusement and a slight groan as she handed Y/n a five-euro note. "We had a bet going on who’d wake up first, you or Y/n’s dad." She explained with a laugh. Oscar nodded. "I'm sorry about your champagme by the way. I'll buy you a new one." Oscar mumbled. "Ah don't be silly. The wages are in Thursday, we'll get a new bottle then."

Oscar stumbled into Y/n’s arms, practically collapsing in a hug. "My head’s killing me." He murmured, squinting as he adjusted to the morning light. "We only got to bed at half five, and it’s barely eleven." He groaned. "Ah you're a wee pet. My heart bleeds for you." She smiled, tapping on the counter beside the paracetamol and flat 7up. "Drink up." Y/n smiled, patting his back. "This and the fry up will sort you right out."

He sat at the table, where a massive plate of sausages, bacon, beans, soda bread, boxty, potato bread, and black and white pudding awaited him. One bite in, and he groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. "This… this is the best breakfast I’ve ever had." He declared, savouring every bite. "Well, thank you very much." Her mother smiled, setting a cup of tea down next to him. "I’ve done a good few of these fry-ups for Y/n over the years. She used to drink a lot before she moved away." Y/n’s face flushed with embarrassment. "Mam!" She protested, burying her face in her hands. Oscar laughed, taking another bite. "Well, whatever it is, I think I need one every morning from now on."

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pleasingforharry · 1 year ago

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I know it was headcannon but you should definitely explore y/n’s anxiety (panic attacks) more and how Harry learns to help her through them and how it makes him feel to have caused her to have one, idk I just have them too so it really made me feel seen

Of course! Let's do it.

college!harry x quiet!yn

Her hands leaked with sweat, so she rolled them down the fabric of her jeans. Her body was beaming hot, but also shivering from some unbeknownst cold. Her teeth bled into her lips. But after the wince of pain from her strength, she let them go with a puffed breath.

Fuck.

Y/N hated this. She hated when this happened. And as much as she wanted to curl into a ball in her boyfriend's arms, she couldn't. She shouldn't. She wouldn't. Especially because she didn't want him to know. Especially because she was embarrassed when it happened. Especially because she didn't want to be a disturbance. Especially because she didn't want to annoy him, to bother him, to anger him.

Especially because he was the reason she was feeling this way.

"Okay, I'm done with this. I'm leaving," Harry growled, storming for the door of Y/N's dorm. "I can't do this, right now."

"Fine then, fucking leave. Go!" Y/N barked back, but feeling the opposite up in her head. Wait no, don't leave. Stay!

"What do you think I'm doing?" Harry snapped at her over his shoulder. His steps were long, making their argument short.

"Being a stubborn asshole, is what you're doing." Y/N couldn't control the words that trickled out her mouth.

She was a whole different person when she was upset. And she'd pay for the consequences later.

"Me?" Harry scoffed, spinning around to face his girlfriend. "You're the one who's being stubborn."

"Don't fucking put this on me! This whole argument started because of you," Y/N shot back, her finger sharply pointing at him.

Harry wanted to explode. He needed to let his anger out, but not around Y/N. As much as he wanted her to see how upset she was making him, the best way for them to cool off is for them to have their space. To let everything out, but separately.

"Yeah, right. It's always me, huh?" He cocked his head to the side. "I didn't do shit. Don't—“

"Harry, are you for real? You literally—“

"I what? I was voicing my opinion? Yeah, that's exactly what the fuck I was doing!" Harry stopped her. "You're the one who made this bigger than it had to be."

"Me? Oh, classic. Blame me," Y/N laughed, falling back down on her couch. She was steaming out of her ears.

Harry fisted his hands and turned away again. "Yeah, I'm out. Fuck this, we're done."

We're done.

What?

Y/N didn't have time to ask him to elaborate before he was out the door and slamming it behind him. The girl was alone, her eyes widened and her body fell numb. Everything was blurring.

We're done? What does he mean by that?

Y/N shot up from her spot and planned to run after him, but something inside her froze. Her legs suddenly gave out, causing her hands to meet the floor. The beating of her heart sprinted from the sound of the gunshot starting the race.

"Wha—“ she gasped as her breath got caught in her throat. Her arms felt weak and began to shake as they tried to keep her up.

Y/N knew what was happening, and it was not what she needed right now. This wasn't the first time she experienced a panic attack, and it definitely wasn't going to be the last.

We're done.

Y/N fell back on her butt to sit down. That's when her body started to heave and the sweating/shivering began. Her hands quivered as they ran through her hair. She wanted to cover her mouth to silence her heavy breathing, not wanting to disturb anyone in the halls.

"Fuck, Y/N, calm... calm," she whispered to herself, shutting her eyes tightly. She gripped the couch beside her and squeezed the cushion. Her mouth and nose worked together to pace her breathing, but it was no use. She couldn't calm down.

Fuck. She needed the one person she couldn't call for help.

Y/N fluttered her eyes open and searched her room. "Plants," she sighed. "There’s… uh a desk chair. Plants, desk—uh… desk chair. Fuck." Her head was dizzy, and she couldn't focus on identifying another object. It was a method to help her push through her panic attack.

She tried again. "Plants, desk chair, uh... picture." It was a framed picture hanging on the wall of her and Harry at one of his soccer games. The team won and even though it was a simple game, as soon as the referee blew the whistle to finalize the score, Harry ran to his girlfriend on the team's bench.

He hauled her into his arms and hugged her. It was short and sweet because he knew eyes would be on them from Harry being a popular player on campus. And as much as he wanted them to see him love on his girlfriend, her tinted pink cheeks told him to wait until they were alone.

Y/N stared at the picture, trying to focus on remembering the feeling in the moment. But it didn't exactly help as she realized what happened minutes earlier between her and her boyfriend.

The girl fell back against the couch and let her eyes fall closed. Nothing was helping, so she simply accepted the panic. The rushed heart, the irregular temperature surging though her body, her chapped lips letting out stinging breaths.

Everything hurt.

"Baby, look at me. Open your eyes." Y/N thought her mind was trying to imagine her boyfriend with her, hoping it would help her panic attack. "Y/N, baby. Come on, let me see you." She felt feathery touches on her cheek and her thigh.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as her lids flicked up. She somehow gasped through her panicked breathing as she was met with a worried Harry. He was bent by her side, eyes wildly examining her.

He smiled when she looked at him. "Hey, there you go. Okay, can you sit up for me? Can you do that, baby?" Y/N stared blankly, letting out rasping breaths, but followed instructions.

Harry helped her sit up before he swiftly slithered behind her, him now leaning back against the couch. He tucked Y/N's shaking body against him and sighed.

"Alright, I got you. I always got you, babygirl," He found her ear to whisper in. Y/N's hand couldn't decide where to land as she was scared to touch him. And Harry noticed with a sad frown. "It's okay, you're okay." He slowly met his palms with hers before lacing their fingers together. Their intertwined hands wrapped around Y/N's front, holding her tightly.

"I'm—I can't... I'm trying... I can't—“ Y/N heaved out.

"Just breath, Y/N. Match me, okay?" Harry told her before slowing his breathing to a calming pace. Y/N nodding rapidly and attempted to copy him. "Good girl, baby."

Harry felt horrible, listening to his girlfriend struggle like that. But he's glad his Y/N instincts told him to turn back around and find her. He didn't expect to see her in that state, but all he knew was that he was going to get her out.

"Better," he whispered. "You're doing good, I'm so proud of you." Y/N was finally able to sigh, but not her racing heart. "Do you think you can do me a favor?"

"Wh-what?" Y/N hiccuped.

"Think you help me choose what we're gonna eat for lunch? I'm getting hungry? What should we have?"

Y/N bit her lip again as she thought about it. Harry rocked them slowly, giving her time to focus on his task.

"Um... P-pizza?" She said as a question. Harry hummed, at both her answer and slower breathing. "No pepperoni."

"Yeah, we don't like that, huh?" Harry chuckled against her ear, and she shook her head. "But I don't know. Will that fill us up? What else could we have?"

Y/N didn't realize she had relaxed her tense muscles and calmly fell into her boyfriend's chest.

"We.. we-we liked the pasta at uh... that place next to the pet shop," Y/N said.

"Yeah, I forgot what I got. Do you remember?"

"Mhm," she nodded. "You got angel hair Alfredo. But then it was actually spicy, and your tongue was on fire." Y/N laughed softly. Harry smiled so wide and let it press against the back of her head.

"Good girl, that's right. We had to switch our plates and I had yours, right? You loved mine."

Y/N realized how hard she was squeezing Harry's hand, so she let them go. But Harry immediately grabbed them and laced them together.

"I just want to hold you, baby. Is that okay? Is this too much?" He asked her.

"No."

"Good, I love holding you. You make me so happy, Y/N," Harry whispered to her. "But you know what will make me happier?"

Y/N wiggled in her spot. "What?"

"Your smile."

She blinked, growing shy. Harry chuckled and assisted her to turn to her side. He finally saw her face, softly guiding her chin to face him.

Y/N looked at her boyfriend, only him noticing that she was back. Her body was calm and warm, and safe in his arms.

She sniffled quietly. "What did you mean when you said we're done? Like done done?"

Harry's eyes widened, before shutting as he cursed.

"No, baby. Not at all," he kissed her cheek. "Never, you can't get rid of me. Sorry."

Y/N chuckled, rolling her lips inward.

"I meant, we're done arguing. I hate when we do and I left so we could get some space to cool down, you know?" Harry explained while plucking her lip free. Y/N sighed at his words with a nod.

"Oh okay."

"And I'm sorry for putting you through that. It's my fault," his voice turned soft. "I never want my baby to feel that way. You're too special to me." Y/N smiled, it growing wider.

Harry leaned forward to grasp her lips with his. Their kiss was soft and slow, exactly how he wanted her breathing to be. And she was back. And safe.

"I love you, baby. So so, fucking much," Harry said against their lips. He lifted his girlfriend up so she could turn to face him completely and straddle him. "I'm sorry. Next time, we cool off together. Okay?"

Y/N nodded and kissed him. "Okay. And I love you too."

Harry smiled drunk-like. Dimples. "I can't believe I get to hear you say that to me." Y/N laughed quietly, before wrapping her arms around him and hiding in his neck.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles x yn #harry styles imagine #harrystyles #college!harry #harry styles blurb #college!harry x quiet!yn #harry styles oneshot #harry styles angst

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 10 months ago

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Joe Velasco: Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

All you had wanted all day was to go home and now that you were you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You stood staring blankly at the entryway wall. You don’t know how long you stood there completely lost in the blank recesses of your mind. A warm firm hand on your shoulder made you jump and stagger a few steps back as fear strangled you, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. It hurt you to look up into Joe’s pained green eyes and see his jaw clenched tightly shut. His hand lingered in the air for a long pause before dropping down to his side. “Sorry,”

“Don’t apologize, it's a normal response to something like this. It might help-” His voice was calm and soothing, but you had to look away from his gaze.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” It seemed like your brain timed out after that. Your body is on autopilot. When the switch was flipped back on you were on the couch and almost two hours had passed. You only remember bits and pieces of what happened. Joe leading you to sit down on the couch and giving you painkillers to take. They didn’t sit well on your empty stomach. Joe had tried to force some food into you unsuccessfully. The plate was still untouched. You looked out the window, where there was still sunlight shining. It felt like you had been awake for days, but it was barely six. You eased yourself up. You winced finding your body sore and stiff. You could hear Joe's muffled voice on the phone in the kitchen as you hobbled down the hall and into the bathroom.

You turned the shower on. You wanted to wash this awful day off you. You saw the flash of your reflection in the mirror. You weren’t sure you wanted to see what you looked like. The look on Joe’s face when he first saw you told you that. You would save that fight for another time. You flip the water on letting it warm up. You unroll and push the sweatpants off your hips letting them drop to the floor. You go to take off the shirt but trying to lift your right arm causes pain to jolt through you, forcing your hands on the sink to hold yourself up.

You hear a light tap on the half-open door and look up in the mirror to see Joe’s reflection in the doorway. You're unsure if he knocked to try to respect your need for privacy or to alert you to his presence. Either way, the gesture is appreciated. Your eyes lock not on him but on your face. You grimace at the ugly shade of blue and black and opened cuts. You don’t know why you bring your hand up and press on the bruise. It hurts and you abruptly pull your hand back. “Baby,” Joe walked up behind you, every move slow and deliberate, as he touched your shoulders. He is trying so hard for you. You know that, even with your unfocused mind.

“I can’t get my shirt off.” Frustrated tears gather in your eyes. “I just want to wash... everything off. But my ribs...they really hurt.” Tears roll silently down your cheeks. Joe’s gentle grip turned you into a loving embrace. Soft comforts whispered into your ear as he stroked your hair. Steam from the running shower starts to fog the mirror and makes the room thick with moisture. “Help, please.” You mumble against his neck.

Joe helps you ease off the shirt with little movement of your right arm. When the sweatshirt hits the floor, you try not to feel uncomfortable as he scans your body. You are normally used to his analytic detective gaze, but it feels different when his sights are set on you. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, not in lust, but in search of every mark and cut on your delicate skin. You shift awkwardly under the weight of his stare. There is nowhere to hide from the evidence of what happened.

You step into the shower. The hot water gives a momentary sting to your fresh injuries. Joe steps in behind you, and you lean back against his warmth as his arms wrap around you just letting the water soak the both of you. You let go and let Joe take care of you. He washes your body gently. He starts with your shoulders slowly and methodically and works his way down to your feet. You pressed thankful soft kisses to his collarbone wrapping your arms around him.

Leaning on him.

He cups your jaw with one hand and places the other on your forehead pushing your hair back. He gives you a lingering kiss on your lips before tilting your head back. You lean back closing your eyes as the water wets your hair. Joe massages shampoo into your scalp and pulls it through your hair. You hum in contentment your hands trailing over his back absently tracing the corded muscles as he rinses the suds. You feel exhaustion settle in your body as he repeats the actions with the conditioner. The warm water had soothed your aching body and your boyfriend’s strong body had brought you a sense of security you had been lacking all day.

Joe flipped the water off and wrapped you in a towel before leading you into the bedroom. He dug in one of his drawers as you headed to the closet. “A button-up will probably be best for-” He cut off midsentence when he saw you holding his navy long-sleeved henley. “Or that.” You loved that shirt. You had staked a claim on it early on in your relationship, long before you had defined your relationship. It had to be the softest, warmest shirt you had ever worn. You had a lot of good memories in that shirt. You swore if you and Joe ever broke up for whatever you would take it. You would rather burn it than give another woman the chance to wear it.

Joe helped you ease into it, pulling the cotton down to your knees. He toweled your hair gently not wanting you to get cold from sleeping with it wet. He tucks you into your side of the bed- the right side and furthest away from the door. He pulls the curtains shut to stop the sunlight from penetrating the room. He crawls into bed naked with you, pulling you back against his chest.

It doesn’t take long for you to drift asleep, but Joe stays awake. He holds you taking comfort in the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. He lay with you the entire time you slept. Joe had been trying to stay calm for you but the rage at the situation and anger at himself for not being there to prevent it churned in his stomach.

Joe isn’t surprised but he is heartbroken when you start thrashing in your sleep. A nightmare plaguing you.

Sorry for the long wait. I was having some writer's block with this story. There are going to be 2-maybe 3 parts left after this one. Love ya guys xoxo

#law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #svu #jose velasco x you #jose velasco #jose velasco x reader #joe velasco #joe velasco x reader #joe velasco x you

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strawberriesinbloom · 4 months ago

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Day 2: Chase

Obey Me -- Satan/Reader

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Satan was in trouble.

Deep, deep trouble.

He swore it was an accident. Mammon had stolen one of his things: an ancient spell book bound in gold. No doubt he had been planning to sell that for some cheap Grimm. Satan had gotten so angry that he casted one of the spells he had learned from that very book. It wasn’t his fault that this dolt decided to run directly to your room when Satan had caught him leaving his bedroom with a suspiciously book-shaped lump underneath his shirt.

It was just a horrible coincidence that your room had gotten caught in the crossfire. If he had been thinking straight, then there was no way Satan would have unleashed his eternal flood curse right into the door of your room.

But he did.

And your bed, walls, and floor were soaked. A lot of your things had been destroyed in the process, too, which Satan felt very guilty about.

Mammon went unscathed, which, of course, he did.

That bastard ducked the moment before Satan finished reciting the incantation.

Sure, he ended up dropping Satan’s book and running away like a chicken, but that meant all his efforts to teach Mammon a lesson was for nothing.

And the worst part?

You saw the whole thing.

And you were pissed. You were enraged. You were…you were going to kill him.

Satan might have been a little attracted to you in that moment if he wasn’t currently running for his life. You had graciously given him a five second head start before you began bolting after him. Satan weaved in and out of the hallways to try to lose you. Alas, you were too honed in.

“Come back here!” You shouted, sounding a lot closer than he would like.

“I’m sorry…!” Satan panted out. “I didn’t mean to! I swear!”

Satan made a sharp right turn, his show squeaking against the floor as he quickly pivoted. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to turn in time, and you slammed into the wall with a light yelp. Satan was about to check if you were okay, but the evil look in your eyes made him rethink that. He flipped back around and ran.

“You’re going to pay for this!”

“I said I was sorry!”

Somewhere behind him, Satan heard Asmodeus squeal your name, and you responded with a confused snort. Satan glanced behind him to see Asmodeus wrapping a light pink scarf around your neck. You were staring at Asmodeus with a bewildered but slightly annoyed expression. Asmodeus either didn’t notice or didn’t seem to mind as he continued adjusting the scarf around your neck. You had stopped, but your legs were still bent as though you might make a run for it at any second.

Satan breathed a sigh of relief. This was his chance to escape.

He sprinted over to the living room and dove behind one of the couches. It was an obvious hiding spot, which made it perfect. Surely, you knew that a demon of his caliber would be much sneakier, so you would completely overlook the typical spots like behind the couch or underneath the dining table. Reverse psychology!

Satan placed his hand on his chest while he forced himself to calm down. His heart was beating wildly, and he was struggling to get enough air in his lungs. Who knew you could be so terrifying when you were upset? Satan spent a moment to indulge how attractive you were before refocusing himself. He needed to find a way to escape the House of Lamentation without you seeing him. That way, he could wait for you to blow off some steam before he would try to apologize again. It sounded like a good plan. He just needed to figure out where you were.

“Hey.”

Satan let out a not-so-manly shriek before falling backward. You were sitting next to him with a scarily happy smile. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were going to simply ask to hang out with him or do something else cheerful. Satan leaned on the back of his arms for support. He gave you a sheepish grin. “Uh, hi, look. I’m really, really sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to–”

“I know it was an accident, silly,” you said. Satan allowed himself to get his hopes up before you continued, “But, I need to get you back for destroying my room.”

Satan scrambled to try and get up, but, unfortunately, he was a second too slow. You tackled him to the ground. Satan’s arms splayed out in front of him when his chest hit the floor. You dug your fingers into his armpits and Satan squealed. “Wahahaha!” He tried to pull his arms back down, but he couldn’t manage to do it in the awkward position he was in. “I’m sorryyyyyy!”

“I know that, but honestly, what were you thinking casting spells like that in the house?” You drilled your index and middle fingers underneath Satan’s arms, which drove him crazy. “Didn’t Lucifer teach you better than that?”

“I–I promihihise that I wohon’t do it again!” Satan hated how loud he was laughing. Was he always this sensitive or was it some special ability of yours? You always managed to find a way to lower his defenses.’ “Plehehehease stop!”

Your fingers began to travel down toward Satan’s ribs. He wriggled and writhed in place, but he wasn’t able to escape your grip, not that he was trying too hard, anyway. “But, you’re so adorable like this. I can’t stop.”

Satan’s cheeks burned. He turned his head to the side, so you wouldn’t be able to see the way his face was probably turning a bright red. It was a fruitless effort, but it made him feel a little better. “Ahahaha…shut uhuhup…!” Satan bucked his hips when you tweaked at an extra-sensitive spot between his ribs. You were going to kill him.

You giggled. It was bright, airy, and just a little devious. “Aw, are you embarrassed?” You continued clawing at his ribs, and Satan squealed, which just made you laugh some more.

Satan couldn’t take this anymore. “Stahahap! Just stop! I’ll do ahahahanything!” This was so humiliating. If he could curl up right now and die, he probably would.

You hummed. “Actually, I was thinking about going to Café Lament later today. Why don’t you get something special for me, huh?”

“Yes! Yes! I will!” Satan gasped out. He quickly dissolved back into laughter when you kept tickling him. “Hahaha! Stahahap!” He managed to stutter your name in between breathless giggles.

You stopped and got off of Satan. He flipped himself on his back as the residual giggles escapes from him. His chest heaved while he waited to catch his breath. He eyed your teasing grin. “You’re…you’re cruel,” he said quietly when he regained his composure. There wasn’t a hint of malice in his tone.

“I learned from the best,” you said. You pinched his cheek, and Satan didn’t even bother to swat your hand away.

#obey me tickling #tickle fic #ticklish!satan #tickler!reader #tickletober 2024 #augtickletober2024

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paladin--strait · 4 months ago

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hi can I ask for a #3 with jamie drysdale?

sorry this is short! lemme know if you had something else in mind and i'll see what i can do! thank you for your request and your patience! love ya! ❤️

it was one of those quiet evenings at home where everything felt calm, but for some reason, a weight settled in my chest. i was curled up on the couch, wrapped in my favorite blanket, scrolling through my phone. everything seemed fine, yet i couldn't shake this random urge to cry bubbling up inside me.

then my boyfriend jamie walked in from the kitchen with a steaming hot mug of hot chocolate. his eyes lit up when he saw me, and he flashed that warm, reassuring smile that i love so much. “hey, you okay, baby?” he asked, noticing my distant stare. i try to brush it off and nod, but the next thing i knew, tears were streaming down my red face, and i couldn’t stop them.

without missing a beat, jamie sets his mug down and rushed over, wrapping his arms around me. his embrace felt like home. i leaned into him, trying to find comfort in his warm hug.

“it’s okay, my love. do you wanna tell me that's going on? hmm? why are you crying?” he says, rubbing my back gently. his warmth made the lump in my throat tighten even more, and i buried my face in his shoulder. it felt good to just let it all out, even if i couldn’t explain why i was crying.

“i don’t even know why i’m crying,” i manage to say, my voice muffled against his chest, wetting his shirt with my tears. jamie held me tighter, his heartbeat steady against my cheek.

“you don’t have to know,” he says softly. “sometimes, you just need a good cry. it happens.” his words hit home and it was nice to know that i didn’t have to justify my feelings. he was just there and ready to support me, no questions asked.

as the tears kept flowing, i felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. jamie kept holding me, running his fingers through my hair. “i’m here,” he whispered. “let it all out. i’ve got you.” his voice was calming, almost like a lullaby, and it made it easier to just surrender to the moment. the outside world faded away. the rustling leaves, the distant sounds of cars, and it was just us in our little warm bubble.

i take a deep breath, trying to ground myself, and with each exhale, the weight on my chest felt a little lighter. jamie whispers sweet things to me, reminding me that it was okay to feel what i was feeling, no matter how confusing it seemed. "you’re not alone." he says, and those words wrapped around me like a cozy blanket.

after a while, my tears started to slow down, and i peek back up to look into his eyes. they were full of understanding and kindness, and it made my heart swell. “thanks for being here.” i said, my voice still shaky but feeling a bit more steady. he smiled and gently wiped away a few tears from my cheeks.

“i'll always be here for you, baby.” he replied, his thumb brushing against my skin. in that moment, i knew that no matter how heavy life felt, i had someone by my side who would always be there to catch me before i fall and remind me it was okay to just let it all out.

#nhl #hockey #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #philadephia flyers #paladin's fics!#paladin's 100 follower celly!

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skaagi · 11 months ago

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What to do when you keep having bad art days?

Regarding a comment on this post

First of all, it's normal to have a few bad art days every few weeks, but I don't want to give you a "just deal with it" answer, so here are some things you can consider or do that might help. @stardestroyer81

First a few questions you can ask yourself:

Have you had a lot of stress lately? Art is a way to relax, but if you have a lot of stress, you might just not be in a mindset to calm down and relax, so your art turns out bad, because you are in a bad mindset while doing it. (I will propose solutions a bit later)

Do you take enough breaks while creating?

Are you getting back into art after a long break?

If so, do you expect yourself to be instantly as good as before the break, without warming up first?

Are you actively trying to learn something new?

Are you unsatisfied with your art style?

Are you using all the tools at your disposal?

Depending on your answers there are a few things you can do.

You can let off some steam, do some sports, play a video game, go outside for a walk, change the scenery and get new, less stressful input. Than get back to your art and do some warm up sketches. Set a timer for 1-2 Minutes for each drawing. They will turn out shitty, but they are just to loosen up your wrist. Start drawing after doing 10 really quick warm up sketches.

Breaks are super important. Make sure to stretch, drink enough water, eat enough and get enough sleep. I know it's standard advice, but it really makes a difference. You are not a robot. You can't concentrate without fuel and you can't concentrate for infinite amounts of time. I know, I will ruin my art, when I don't take a break every 90 Minutes, because that's when I start making mistakes.

After a long art break (what's long depends on the person, but for me going a week without making art makes me rusty) do some warm up sketches as well, preferably in the area you are most interested in. Learning how to do Portraits? Draw the head from different angles and try to get the features roughly right. Draw individual parts of the face seperately, to study them and than try to put them, where they belong on the skull. DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP! If it doesn't look right, try again, preferably with photo reference.

Lower your expectations. You are no old master. You are still learning. Don't compare yourself with other people, but compare yourself with yourself. That's why it's good to keep old artworks and look back on them every once in a while. I have come a long way since middle school and those old portrait studies I did back than are a great reminder of how much I've grown.

If you are actively trying to learn something new, don't beat yourself up if you don't get it right the 30th try. I needed to practice drawing the face for a whole year, before it didn't came out wonky anymore and I still screw up every now and then. Just search for some good drawing instruction videos and practice a bunch with pictures you find on the internet or take yourself. You will get good with a little bit of time and patience.

Do master studies. Your masters being the people you get inspired by AND whose art style you are trying to emulate. If you would like to draw like loish, try to break down how loish does art and copy that process. If you would like to paint like picasso, look at his art and try to break people down into forms. Learn a bit about the history of different art genres and see what you would like to include in your own art. If you are young and just starting out, you will not have a defined style yet. I certainly don't. But you can learn from everything and everyone and you will develop your own style and voice over time.

Use everything you can to help you learn and produce art.

There are no rules in art.

If you are working from photo reference, but can't get it right for the life of you? TRACE IT! You are allowed to trace something, if it helps achieving the end goal. If you are trying to learn how to do it without tracing, do it anyways, but in a specific way. What I usually do is:

Draw the thing I want to draw without tracing, trying to break it down into parts, trying to get the proportions right.

Put the image I try to recreate/use as reference under it with lower opacity, to see my sketch (you can do that with a window and a printed out image, if you are working traditionally)

Use another layer over my sketch and use a different colour to correct my sketch by tracing over the parts I got wrong.

Put the corrected sketch as reference to the side and try to draw the thing again, using the reference image and the corrected sketch as reference. (It's easier the second time, because you can see the parts you got wrong on the first try and can try to avoid making the same mistakes.)

Take your own reference pictures of things. Try to recreate a pose you want to draw. You will understand the pose better if you feel the movement of your own body and the position of your own muscles while striking the pose.

Use guidelines and reference pictures and probs and tools.

Again:

There are no rules in art.

And if nothing of what I've written is helping at all, maybe you just need to take a break. Some days off of doing art. That's okay as well. Refuel your creative energy by gaining different experiences. Go outside with some friends and have some fun. A change of scenery can make a lot of things better. (that said, look around your room. Is it a mess? Mine certainly is. And a cluttered space can also lead to a cluttered mind and influence your art badly.)

I hope any of this helps. This got longer than expected and I could keep going, so if you have any questions or need some recommendations for learning materials, feel free to reach out. I'm happy to help, when I can. :)

#artists on tumblr #art advice #art block #art struggles

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caffinedragon · 1 year ago

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You took care of me, Now it's my turn.

TavxHalsin

A draft snippet that allows a peek into Razzikel(Tav) and Halsin's 150 + year friendship.

TLDR: Two bro's cuddling and talking over warm beverages at the Act 1 party.

“A warm beverage, bear?” Razzikel asked as he offered up the steaming mug of freshly brewed tea he had procured from Gale’s supplies.

Halsin, having been deep in thought by the way he stared off into the distance, jumped like a startled rabbit, “Sweet Silvanus!”

“Sorry,” Razzikel chuckled, his deep growl rough voice trying to hide his mirth and failing, “Didn’t mean to startle you. Tried to keep in line of sight but You were pretty lost in thought.”

“That’s all right.” He sighed as he rubbed his face to calm down, “I always seem to forget how quiet you are, despite sharing my size.”

“I wouldnt be a good ranger if I wasn't.”

“That’s true.” It was then he noticed the mug he held out, “What’s that?”

“A honey sweetened lavender based herbal tea. Well, at least this one. My mug has coffee. Gale has quite the collection of cozy beverages and he is kind enough to share. Figured the warm drinks would help calm the nerves after the week we had.”

Halsin’s expression was warm and soft as he took it from his hand,“Thank you wolf. You…didn't have to do that.”

“I know. I wanted to.” He smiled as he rested his forearm on Halsin’s closest shoulder. “Besides, this way people will stop asking you if you want a drink.” He poked his cheek teasingly.

“You noticed, huh?”

“It never fails.” He sighed, irritation in his voice. “At parties like this, people often see someone without a drink in hand and feel the need to remedy the situation.”

“Very true. And they tend to be insistent even when you tell them you don't drink.”

“It’s just one drink.” Razzikel mimicked, “It will be fine. Live a little! Have some fun! Don’t be a stick in the mud!” He groaned. “It’s why I always used to bring an old wine skin full of grape juice or coffee and pretend to sneak it into my mug.”

“Clever.” He then leaned in almost conspiratorially, sneaking an arm around Razzikel’s waist to rest on the small of h9s back without getting closer. “But what if someone asks to have some?”

Razzikel smiled knowing what Halsin was trying to do but was to shy to ask for directly in front of strangers.

“I let them.” He shrugged as he repeated the gesture, pulling Halsin flush against his side before resting his arm fully across his shoulders. “Most think it is hilarious or want to copy it. Only a handful tried to offer to fill it with actual alcohol.”

His heart skipped a beat or two when he saw a bit of red tint on his face as he settled against him.

“And what do you do if they keep insisting after you refuse?” He asked as he folded his thicker body into his.

“Ask them why they are so determined to get me drunk and then use ‘The Stare’.”

Halsin blinked twice clearly trying to remember what he was talking about. “The…Stare…?”

Razzikel knew it hit him the second his eyes widened, followed by him erupting in loud belly laughter that could be heard across camp.

“The Stare!” He wheezed out between laughs. “Oak father preserve me, I nearly forgot about that, hahaha!”

“It’s pretty effective, especially since I am a drow.” Razzikel snickered.

“I mean-” Halsin started between giggles, “Fair. On both points. But,” More giggling. “Now all I can see is-” Snort. “All i can see is you standing there with that stare of yours just-” Halsin crossed his arms, stood up to his full height, made his face still as stone with one eyebrow raised and pretended to be looking down at someone.

He only holds it for about three seconds before he cracks into another laughing fit that Razzikel joined him in.

“Ah, sweet merciful Silvanus.”Halsin sighed as he wiped tears from his eyes, “I needed that.”

“Happy to help.”

The two men fell quiet as they scanned the party, the habits of leadership and their own protective natures coming over them as natural as instinct.

As Razzikel looked out over the camp, the hand draped over Halsin’s shoulder subconsciously reached up and began to drag its fingers through Halsin’s hair.

He hadn’t realized what he had done until he felt Halsin tense startled. He slowed his affections in case he needed to pull away but after a few moments, He saw out of his peripheral vision Halsin allowing himself to melt against his touch with a sigh, his head easily finding a comfortable place between his neck and shoulder.

Without a moment's hesitation, Razzikel gently kissed the top of his head before resting his cheek against the same spot, reveling in the familiar warm and comfortable hold he missed.

“Thank you.” Halsin whispered as he began to relax.

“For what?” He asked while taking another sip of his coffee like it was the most normal thing in all of Toril to have an archdruid cuddled under your arm.

“Rescuing me.” He sighed in relief. “I was fully prepared to die fighting my way out of there had you not come. I am glad you did.”

Razzikel could feel his heart clench in his chest at the memory of the druids in the grove who had seemingly given up on him.

In an effort to not think about what would have happened to him, He tightened his hold and kissed his head again to distract himself.

“I meant it when I said that all you had to do was call and I would come running.” Razzikel affirmed. “It is in the lythari nature to be there when our pack mates need us. I am no exception.

“I’m not Lythari.”

“Neither was my mom. She sought out to tame a Dire Wolf to spite her family only to find my dad. ‘Get loved, loser. Get absolutly fucking cherished.’, is essentially the family motto.” He heard him chuckle as he finished, “Who am I to argue with the family tradition?”

Halsin let out a stuttery breath like he was on the verge of tears, “I don’t deserve you.”

Razzikel turned to kiss his forehead a third time, “Not your call.”

The broken relief in his short laugh was accompanied by him snuggling into his side more as he whispered, “I missed you…so much.”

“I missed you too.”

The soft sttutery rumble that began echoing form Halin’s chest as his eyes closed was a sound Razzikel knew well. It was the sound a bear made when they felt safe and happy.

Good.

He deserved that, and a lot more besides.

Razzikel let himself begin to drift as he absentmindedly continued to sip his coffee and stare off into the middle distance, a comfortable and welcome silence settling between them.

When he turned his gaze down to Halsin, he was in a similar zoned out state, the firelight playing on his caramel colored skin and dancing in his hazel eyes.

With each breath his scent filled his nose, easing his nerves. The warmth of Halsin’s body continued to remind him he was safe and sound, slowly easing the ache in his chest.

When Halsin took a glance up at him, he gently ran a stone gray thumb along his jaw and temple, earning a contented sound that mixed in with his purring.

He could feel tears begin to gather in his eyes as the reality of his success fully sank in.

“Are you all right, wolf?”Halsin asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I’m all right. Finally having you in my arms again allowed my mind to realize I had suceeded. Just a bit overwhelmed by it, is all.”

Halsin shifted to press his forehead against his, a gesture Razzikel returned.

Neither man spoke, they didn't need to as they remained like that until his tears began to dry.

Once they did, they snuggled back into thier previous position staring contemtedly out into the middle distance.

They stayed like that until their mugs were empty, where Razzikel took them and placed them on the large rock behind them.

A few moments later he heard the stuttery purring stop, followed by Halsin’s eyes drooping in a familiar guilty sadness.

“You should get back to the party.” Halsin sighed but didn't move, breaking him out of his cozy no thoughts, head empty state.

“What?” He blinked, his mind taking a second to process what Halsin just said. “Why?”

“There are still a lot of grateful people eager to spend time with you. I shouldn't keep you all to myself, as enjoyable as that may be.”

“Go ahead. I did my obligatory rounds. I am perfectly cozy and content right here.”

“Are you sure there isn’t someone else’s attention you would rather have tonight?”

He noticed the way his eyes flicked over to Astarion.

He understood why. Cain, his late husband, was very similar to the pretty boy vampire spawn but only in the levels of pretty and sass.

What had drawn him to Cain had been the same things that had drawn him to Halsin.

A patient and wise mind, a kind and gentle heart, and a ferocious protective streak that rivaled his own.

And he told Halsin as much.

This earned him a deep blush of embarrassment across his face that washed away the guilt and sadness from his eyes.

He half expected him to turn into a mouse like when they were younger but he didn't.

“Not too mention, when i asked him ‘What do you mean by fun?’, because the man is a menace at times, his response was, ‘Sex darling. But not with you. Eugh, could you imagine?’”

When Halsin saw the chuckle he was trying to hide he started to laugh.

“Like, the feeling is mutual, and when I alluded to that, he was surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah. It was like he expected me to be disappointed and angry and when I wasn't he didn't know what to do. Which, considering his horrifically abusive relationship with his sire, is about what I expected.”

“Not used to someone being okay with rejection.”

“Or being around someone without having to sleep with them.”

This time when Halsin’s eyes flicked over to Astarion, his eyes had a sadness that was mixed with understanding.

“I’m glad he is under your care then.”

“Same.”

“What about the others, do they have similar stories?”

“They do. Each one is or has been used and/or abused by authority figures in their lives.”

“And yet they clearly trust you to lead them. Not that I am surprised.”

“What do you mean?”

“Providing for and protecting those under your care has always come naturally to you. It’s like an instinct. People feel.safe around you because you always know what needs to be done and if you don't, you have no problems finding someone who does. That security in the self allows others to feel the same. It is why I often joked about you replacing me. You would have been far better at it.”

“I mean, your not wrong, but…i would go mad inside of a year being cooped up in a grove like that.”

“That’s true. And speaking of…” Halsin sighed as he straightened himself up from his shoulder and stretched. “I have something to tell you.”

“Oh?”

“I have stepped down from being Archdruid.”

Razzikel’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise, “No shit? They finally let you go?”

“Yes.” He sighed relieved, “Apparently getting captured and imprisoned by goblins and having your second try to let shadow druids take over was finally enough to convince them I was a bad fit.”

“Congratulations! Bet that is one hells of a weight off your shoulders.”

“Oh it is. Still coming down from it.”

“I bet. So who is replacing you? Rath? Nettie?”

“Francesca.”

“Who?”

“Exactly.”

Razzikel tipped his head to the side.

“She is a druid being sent down from the high forest. No one in the grove knows her, and since she is from the outside she will have nothing to do with the schism in the grove.”

Razzikel smiled as it clicked, “And since she is new to the grove she won't have any biases that can be exploited and will be able to provide a purely objective point of view. Good fucking call.”

“I thought so.”

“So, what's next for you then? Coming with us to moonrise i assume?”

He chuckled, “It seems you know me well.”

“I would hope so. We have been pack mates for over 150 years.”

“It's been that long?”

“We met in our mid 100’s and were both in our 300’s now.”

“Oak father preserve me. That means its been over a century since…

Razzikel saw the train of thought and moved to intercept by placing his hands on Halsin’s shoulders.

“Don’t dwell on it. We can help now. It’s all that matters.”

He sighed, shaking the thoughts from his head, “Your right. And better, you will be at my side. We finally get too have that adventure together you always wanted.”

“I would rather it be under better circumstances but i will take what i can get.”

Razzikel then looked back out over the party again.

Noticing that most of the attendees were well within there mugs he turned back to Halsin with a mischievous grin.

“So…since it is clearly that time where the others are too drunk to care where the “hero” of the night ran off too… you think your up for a run?”

A wide grin spread across Halsin’s face that made him look 50 years younger.

“With you? Of course.”

“Good. Let me report to the only other sober members here real quick and we will be off.”

Razzikel quickly ran to the cuddle pile in front of his tent that consisted of Koto his timber wolf companion, Poto his dire raven familiar and Scratch. Poto and Scratch were sleeping off all the treats they jad gotren from the party goers while Koto remained broght eyed and alert despite having scratch snuggled up to jis side and Poto dozing on his back.

Once he got over to him, Koto’s golden eyes locked with his, head tilting to the side.

What is it brother?

“Halsin and I are going for a much meeded run. Do you mind keeping an eye on things while we're gone?”

Not at all. Go have fun. I will keep watch.

“Thank you.” He then kissed his forehead which earned him an affectionate lick.

Bring back a rabbit or two for me, yeah?

“Will do.”

He then bounded back to Halsin.

“All right. All set.”

“Perfect. I have the perfect place in mind for us to go to. Let’s go before the alcohol makes your fans a bit too bold.”

Grinning like like young boys the two made it to the edge of the light without notice.

While Halsin stood watch, Razzikel stripped off his clothing and tucked it up into the branches of a tree, smirking at him when he caught him looking.

With a deep breath he closed his eyes and let the wolf instincts fill his veins.

The cracking amd stretching of bone started quickly after, dropping him on all fours as his body twisted and morphed into hos secondary form.

Once the transformation was complete, where once stood a 6ft plus Drow, now stood a Pitch black dire wolf the same size as a horse.

Halsin stared at him in awe, “Sweet Silvanus…I keep forgetting how magnificent that form of yours is.”

Razzikel licked his face affecionately before poking his chest with his snout.

“Right. Right.” He chuckled, “I am getting distracted.”

With that, Halsin took a step to his side and wildshaped into his large cave bear form.

Razzikel rubbed his face against Halsin’s before taking one last look back at the camp.

Once sure everyrhing was fine, both Wolf and Bear dissapeared into the woods, not to be found until the smell of Gale’s cooking was carried to them on the morning wind.

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