#i'm deeply touched to receive such beautiful art

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Thank you so much dear @ackermantihora​ for your beautiful art 💕  This is exactly how I imagined Captain Smith’s first encounter with the beguiling smuggler on the storm-tossed deck of the Rose.  

an illustration to "HMS Maria" by @lostcauses-noregrets, the greatest fic about naval captain Erwin Smith and smuggler Levi Ackerman ⚓️

[yanderestarangel]

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 | 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ღ ୭·࣭࣪̇˖⸺ prompt used ღ ୭·࣭࣪̇˖

TW: daddykink,sizekink, blowjob, v!sex, afab anatomy, sex without a condom, porn plot, smut, dirty talk, ftm reader, record!sex, praise, hard!dom bi han, himbo!reader pornstar!reader, pornstar!bihan, possessive!sex.

Bi Han might be an elegant and polite man outside the confines of your home, but the truth was that with you he was practically a wild animal ⸺ you awakened a side of the Grand Master that not even he knew was possible... And This led to the two of you opening a porn channel, mainly to satisfy the man's insane desire to record every beautiful and lascivious reaction coming from you, for him that was art in its purest form, however, he was also a proud man, especially after seeing you receiving emails to participate in other channels in PH.

He swallowed hard as he read each line of the text of a probable partnership with another porn actor, he knew that that person would not and could not touch you... But your boyfriend was also a jealous man, very jealous, so for everyone's sake his problems he decided to fuck you like you've never fucked before and record it, turning you into a dumb and beautiful himbo - full with his cum leaking from all your holes -

He was more rude that day, which led you to ask if he was jealous of you, it was obvious that you had seen the email, making your boyfriend just lock the bedroom door and take the professional camera, his hands were shaking slightly as he adjusted the camera settings. Bi Han growled, taking off his remaining clothes except his boxers, which were transparent enough to give a clear view of his throbbing dick. His erection strained against the fabric as he approached you slowly, hands resting on his waist

"-Of course, silly boy," he laughs darkly. "-I'm not just jealous..." he whispered harshly, reaching down and grabbing your hips firmly, pulling you closer until your bodies pressed together intimately; "-I'm possessive... you belong to me, now on your knees, I need to see your mouth worshiping my cock angel face" he positioned himself over your face, the grand master took the throbbing cock out of boxer briefs, his member hit your face quickly, aligning his member with your wet lips before slowly moving forward until his tip lightly brushed against them.

The heat emanating from his shaft singed the sensitive flesh around your mouth, causing involuntary moans to escape your throat as you took inch by inch of the tall man ⸺Bi Han moaned deeply, fighting the urge to thrust his hips forward and let you take more of him into your eager mouth. Instead, he held his ground, relishing the feeling of your warm, wet tongue circling around the head of his cock, teasingly tracing its length before finally swallowing half of it between those plump lips.

His member throbbed violently inside your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva spread across your chin. "-You look so pretty on your knees worshiping me, where you're supposed to be" He moaned, his harsh tone reverberating throughout your body. Despite the coldness in his voice, there was an underlying hunger that made it impossible for anyone other than Bi Han to ignore it – a primal need fueled by desire burning brightly within him.

"-That's mine... You're all mine, my boy." He murmured harshly, gripping your hair firmly and using it as leverage to control your movements, he began to pound harder into your tight mouth, face flushed crimson with lust. His grip on your hair tightened until it hurt but also fueled another wave of pleasure coursing through him. Meanwhile, you could feel the warmth emanating from his crotch growing more intense, almost burning you alive...

"-That's it, darling... Oh fuck- suck daddy's cock like the filthy whore I know you are." He ordered coldly, but his heartbeat quickened with his obedience, while fat tears fell from your eyes, the cold metal of the camera pressed against your cheek, recording every moan and whimper.

"-Not so hard now are you little one? Crying already like the dumb little baby you are." His cock throbbed violently inside you, filling every corner of your throat with each powerful thrust. "-Good boy", he praises between labored breaths. "-So obedient... just like I knew you would be."

With an unexpected roar, it came out of his mouth abruptly, Bi Han smiled widely, admiring the sight of your dampened hair. He placed both hands on your waist again, lifting you so that you were on your toes, with your legs spread wide like a porn star ready for action should be ⸺ he watched your wetness glisten in the light of the camera, his dick writhing violently in anticipation.

"-Look at that perfect pussy," He moaned deeply, leaning in to capture your reaction on video. "-Now open your legs, slut," He says roughly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breath fanned over your sensitive skin, raising goosebumps as it tickled lightly.

"-Let daddy claim what's rightfully mine." Bi Han positioned himself between your spread legs once more, his thick tip brushing against your entrance teasingly before pushing inside you slowly but relentlessly. Your tight cunt of him clenched around him tightly, milking him mercilessly as if seeking more—each inch of his length of him disappeared inside you, filling you up completely. There was a mix of pain and pleasure etched on your features; nevertheless, they only served to further fuel his hunger.

"-You were made to take my dick, to be fucked by me and only me, you like being used, don't you? No one else can have you like that." He continued to capture every groan, and whimper escaping from your lips—capturing every inch of your submission, the way his body arched in response, a proof to everyone and especially to the grand master, that you were his, and always would be, he forced you to look at the recording light on the lens, he squeezed your face even tighter, forcing you to look directly at the camera while he pushed you relentlessly.

"-Do you think they can satisfy you like I can? Do you think they know how to make you scream and beg for more?" He whimpered hoarsely, his breath hot against your ear. "-No one knows your body like I do, you're so small... F-Fuck boy! I could break you in half, you'll never leave me right? Only I can satisfy you like this baby boy mmph- That's right, scream for me" he continued, his voice full of sadistic pleasure. "-Let the world see how you submit to me, how you are nothing more than a whore... My whore."

In response, you screamed Bi Han's name so loudly that it reverberated throughout the room—your voice broke mid-scream due to the intensity of your pleasure and submission. It felt shivers down his spine hearing those words spoken aloud; as you looked at the camera, seeing your reflection, your mascara smudged your face, the lip gloss you used before was already completely lost, especially after the violet blowjob you gave Bi Han, leaving your throat sore you were a crying mess, a beautiful sight, your quivering pussy squeezing him only fueled his horny, bringing him closer to his own release.

"-That's my good boy... I'll never let any man touch you, you're just mine, fuck yes... fucking hell..." He groaned, his fingers digging into your hips for support as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow.

His pace picks up gradually, each brutal thrust harder than the previous one. His balls slaps against your clit with each powerful thrust, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through your body. The combined sensations overwhelm you; pain melding seamlessly into pure bliss as Bi Han continues his savage assault on your tight hole.

"-Take every single drop of my seed little slut... Mmph-... I'm c-cuming- Oh fuck- Take it my boy-" As he nears climax, Bi Han grunted lowly, holding his head still so that you wouldn't miss out on seeing him lose control. You can see the veins bulging on his forehead, face contorted into a mask of animalistic lust.

Suddenly, he shouts out loudly, filling your pussy completely this time around—his hot seed spurting forth like a fountain, coating your insides entirely, his orgasm was unlike anything you had ever experienced, shattering your mind, as you trembled on his pulsing shaft .

Panting heavily, he pulled out of your spent pussy, his erection twitched slightly at the sight of his cum leaking from your opening—a clear testament to his dominance over you. He wraps an arm around your waist protectively, helping steady you on unsteady legs.

"-You're just mine, my pretty boy." With that confession made, Bi Han pulls out slowly but firmly, ensuring every last drop of his seed remained within you. He looks into the camera one last time before turning it off—a possessive grin plays on his lips when he thinks about all those who would watch your intimate moments later.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[sixpennydame]

SAILOR PLS LEVI WITH

“11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

Lourdes, my love, I hope you like this. ;-)

Make You Feel My Love

Husband!Levi x Fem!Reader

C/W: NSFW, Minors do not interact! softdom!Levi, caring Levi (but he has a mouth on him, haha), body worship, oral (fem receiving), reader has body issues

You had a hard time loving yourself.

Every flaw and and imperfection felt ten-fold, your inadequacies in a constant loop in your head: not pretty enough, not smart enough, not strong enough. You could tear yourself apart better than any titan could.

Levi, on the other hand, loved everything about you. And it pained him when he saw you succumb to one of these negative spirals.

He could tell you were having one of those mornings; the way you were throwing every outfit you tried onto the floor, how your eyebrows knit into a scowl every time you looked in a mirror.

You pace the bedroom in your underwear until Levi grabs your hand and pulls you toward him. “Hey…what’s wrong?”

“Just…nothing looks good. I hate my body.”

He wraps his arms around your waist as he stands behind you. “That’s ridiculous. You’re beautiful.”

You scoff. “You have to say that. You’re married to me.”

“I don’t have to do anything.” He starts kissing your shoulder. “Nobody makes me do anything unless I want to.” His hands move from your waist to your breasts. “And right now, I want to fuck my beautiful wife.”

“Levi…I have to get ready for wor..” your comment is cut short when he slides his fingers in your underwear and starts rubbing your clit.

“Do you know how much you turn me on every goddamn day? It’s embarrassing how much I think about you.” He rubs your clit in circles, then eases his finger inside you. “I could barely concentrate in a meeting the other day with Erwin because I was thinking of touching your body…grabbing this ass..” His free hand quickly unclasps your bra and it falls to the ground. He kisses your neck and shoulder, his hands moving down to your buttocks.

Your eyes are closed, refusing to look in the full-length mirror that is in front of you. “Open your eyes,” he coaxes. Levi has his hands all over you as he speaks softly in your ear. “Look at how beautiful you are.”

You shake your head, then nuzzle into his neck. “Oh Levi..”

“Listen to me,” he says, changing his strategy as he lays you on the bed, caging your head on either side with his arms. He kisses you deeply, and he can already feel you relaxing into the moment. “I love your body - every curve…every dip…”

Levi's never been good with words, but he wants you to know how much he loves and desires you.

He starts kissing down your neck, stopping at the dip between your neck and collarbone. "This...I love this part..." his tongue licks you there and your breath hitches. "..so sensitive.."

He then moves down to your chest and takes one of your breast into his mouth, while his hand massages the other. He sucks on your sensitive nipple, the arousal causing them to point erect. "Your fucking breasts..they're perfect."

You drape your arm over your eyes, a blush growing over your cheeks from the praise and from your arousal. "Levi, I'm not.."

He sucks hard on the underside of your breast, causing you to gasp. "I don't want to hear any of that right now. You're gonna listen to me."

His mouth continues its journey down your body, praising each part. He lifts up your leg and drapes it on his shoulder, his hands caressing your thigh. "You're so soft. I never understood how anyone could be this fucking soft." His lips meet your inner thigh, your breath speeding up as he nips and kisses on the sensitive flesh. By the time his mouth gets to your sex, you're already wet and throbbing. Just the sight is enough to make Levi cum.

"You're like a goddamn work of art."

He starts licking up the slick between your folds, and your back immediately arches. The friction of his tongue against your clit makes you moan, and when he starts sucking the delicate area, your hands fist the sheets below you. He knows you like the back of his hand - every twitch of your muscles, every moan and sigh; he knows you're getting close.

So he stops. Your head shoots up to look at him. "Do you understand now, how beautiful you are?"

"Yes..." you breathlessly whisper.

He dives back down between your legs, his finger pushing inside you while his tongue sucks on your clit once more. "Louder. Let me hear you," he stops to say, but his finger keeps going.

"I-I'm beautiful..." you acknowledge, louder and more confidently this time, "you make me feel beautiful."

"That's my girl." He lifts up to kiss you, his eyes shining with love and adoration for you - a look only you know.

Your hands move down to the waist band of his pants. "I might need some more encouragement, though."

He smirks as he pulls off his pants. "I think I can manage that."

--//--

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[tj-dragonblade]

[FLUFFBRUARY FICLET] Before I Go

Rated: G Word Count: 849 Tags: Fluffbruary, Fluffbruary 2024, fluff, sap, established relationship, Hob Gadling loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus loves Hob Gadling, kisses, parting is such sweet sorrow, flower symbolism

Fluffbruary Prompts: Day 16 neighbor desire horse Day 17 magazine tactile curtains Alt prompts: evening, caress

Additional inspiration taken from a couple of these kisses

Title credit and musical accompaniment: Before I Go by Yanni (Spotify link)

Summary: Season-of-Mists-style visit, some time later in their relationship

On AO3

It is a lush and expansive garden where Hob finds himself on a beautiful summer evening—flowers climbing the trees and blooming in every direction, nocturnal birds twittering their songs in the branches overhead, crickets chirping accompaniment in the undergrowth. The stars twinkle brightly in the blue-velvet sky and the moon shines full and brilliant, a silvery wash of illumination over the landscape. The path under Hob's feet winds between flower beds and lovely stone borders, toward a burbling stream running musically beneath the trailing branches of a willow tree. He follows along to a little wooden bridge arching over the stream and across, to a decadent little bower of trellises wreathed in climbing ivy and dripping with twilight-purple wisteria.

There's a familiar figure waiting there for him, and he smiles as he draws near. "Hello, love."

"Hello, Hob." Dream's eyes glitter softly like the stars, just as dark and depthless as the sky, just as beautiful. The moonlight illuminates him like a work of art, pearlescent skin and raven-feather hair, smoke-shadow robes draping him in regal refinement. He looks ready to hold court, to receive an audience, and Hob is awestruck all over again that this unfathomably powerful otherworldly creature deigns to be his friend, to be so much more; to accept his affections, to return them. He is so very lucky, and he knows it.

He looks up at Dream, who is currently half a head taller than him, and he can feel the fondness shining in his own eyes. "I'm not awake, am I."

"No." Dream's tiny little smile is both affectionate and regretful. "I apologize for usurping your dream; there is something I must attend to that will keep me away for some time. I did not wish to leave without making you aware."

Hob furrows his brow. "It's not Hell again, is it?"

"No. Nor do I anticipate any danger or risk to myself, my realm, but there may be. Delays. In resolving the matter."

Hob knows better than to ask for specifics in this sort of thing when Dream has not given them, regardless of how curious he may be. "Will Matthew be with you?"

"Yes."

"Then I know you're in good company and I'll hear from you if needed." He wishes, in some deep fundamental part of himself, that he could accompany Dream on these sorts of errands, but in this also he knows better. There are so many things in existence that are far beyond what his immortal-but-still-mundane mind can comprehend.

Dream steps forward, closer. "Dearest Hob. I would bring you with me, were it advisable. But as it is not—" he lifts a hand to Hob's face, touches him in the gentlest caress "—I will bid you farewell, and promise to return as soon as is feasible."

Hob places his own hand over Dream's, holds it there as he leans into it. "I'll be waiting, dove. Be safe."

Dream makes no reply, just gazes at him tenderly, leans in until his forehead rests against Hob's. He tangles his fingers with Hob's, splays them behind his neck and tilts in slowly until their lips meet.

It is soft, sweet, short, this kiss; and then another, a gentle farewell before Dream draws back. His hand drops from Hob's face but Hob can't quite let go, following it down, clinging; he is full to the brim with a dozen different emotions and all he wants to do is kiss Dream again, so deeply and so thoroughly that Dream will still taste him long after they've parted, will carry his love with him on whatever this errand is and know that Hob is waiting faithfully for his return.

He's leaning back in already, helpless in the face of this desire, but redirects at the last second, planting a soft kiss on Dream's cheek instead. He won't demand more than was given, not when Dream has duty weighing heavy on his mind, not when Dream has shown such consideration in making sure to take his leave. He is respectful of Dream's time and Dream's responsibilities and he will not do anything to make Dream think otherwise.

But Dream's eyes flash as Hob draws back, and then Dream has seized Hob's bicep and yanked him back in, is kissing him soundly. Hob can't help a delighted smile, at that, but it's quickly lost in the fierce parting of Dream's lips, the yearning wanting lament of his fervent mouth, and Hob loses himself in returning the sentiment.

That. That is a proper kiss goodbye, Hob very carefully does not say aloud, blinking as Dream lets him go.

"Until I return, devoted mine," Dream breathes, the stars in his eyes blazing, and steps back.

"I'll be waiting," Hob says again, the 'as long as it takes' and 'I'll miss you' and 'I love you' unspoken.

Dream smiles, the tiny kitten-soft smile that Hob knows is just for him, and takes his leave.

Hob stays, beneath the twining ivy and the curtains of clinging wisteria, and watches him go, the music of the crickets rising gently in his wake.

= Drafted: 2/17/24 Posted: 2/17/24

Why did I pick wisteria? Gosh I'm so glad you asked! Because it's pretty, and it made for lovely visuals. BUT then I looked up meanings also, and serendipitously I found:

1. Purple wisteria symbolizes royalty and undying devotion or love that transcends time 2. Victorians would include a cluster of delicate purple blossoms in their bouquets when they wanted to send a message of overwhelming desire and passion. In particular, the Wisteria was considered to say “I cling to you” as it would cling to the branches of other trees. Wisteria sends such a strong message of romance in most cultures that they’re usually best used for declarations of devotion or for wedding arrangements. 3. Wisteria—Welcome; Meeting you means so much to me 4. Wisteria gives a symbolic representation of beauty, love, long life and immortality, grace, bliss, honour, patience, endurance, longevity, releasing burdens, victory over hardships.

(There are relevant meanings to the the ivy (fidelity, everlasting life) and the willow (flexibility, adaptation) as well)

Sources: 1 2 3 4

[silenzahra]

Hey there, did you know August 21st is Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day? So I'd just like to take this opportunity to tell you how much I appreciate you both as a friend and as a writer. As you probably know, I enjoyed all of your stories. You also write amazing posts - headcanons etc. Heck, even your commentary in reblogs is always so nicely written. I think you're very talented!

It's one of your stories, Anything for him, that I owe the fact I met you on this site. It's still one of in not my favorite Luigi's Mansion fanfic. I guess it's just a reminder for the occasion since I'm sure you already know it.

And I've actually been planning to reread another of my favorites from you, Keeping you warm in the near future,

Thank you for your hard work. I know you've only recently overcome your writer's block and general burnout, so I think it's all the more important that you know your effort and dedication, past and present, is still very much appreciated. I love how passionate you are about the Mario franchise and how you share that passion in so many ways, most of all your fics.

I can't wait for your nexts works, but also please remember that it's okay to take as much time as you need and that your physical and mental health always comes first. Take care!

And happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day!

My dear @megamagimugi, have you any idea of how much your words have moved me and made my heart swell? 🥹🥹🥹

First of all, I'm sorry that I'm a day late, but the fact that you took the time to write this ask and tell me about how much you love my content and appreciate me as a writer and as a friend... I'm so honored and flattered and BLESSED I swear. Thank you so so so so SO much 🫂🫂🫂

I'm seriously so happy we got to meet thanks to you enjoying Anything for him! I can never forget about how excited you were when I announced I was working on the final chapter, which in turn made me even more excited to finish and post it 🥹 I'm truly so touched that it remains as your favorite Luigi's Mansion fanfic! That's seriously one of the highest praise I've ever received 🫂💖 And of course, the amazing and beautiful drawings you made for this story will forever live in my heart rent-free 🥹 (And hopefully soon in my walls at last!)

Oh my, you wanna reread Keeping you warm? 😍 My God, I don't think I can ever get used to people rereading my stories. It's just so incredible and amazing to think that you liked them so much that you feel like revisiting them months after they were posted! 🥹 Again, that's one of the highest compliments I believe any writer can get. I'm just so honored to have gotten it from you, dear friend 🫂💖

I really feel so validated by your recognition of my efforts to overcome this writer's block and burnout I've been fighting for the past month 🥹 It's thanks to you and this wonderful community that I'm feeling so much better! And I'm also so happy and blessed that I get to share my passion with you and our wonderful friends 🥰 Thank you so much, Mugi, from the bottom of my heart 🫂💖

I deeply appreciate both your advice and your enthusiasm! I'll still be slow at getting back to writing and actually posting something, but I'm glad to announce that I've started making progress at last! 🥰 I'll go at my own, slow pace, but just as Mario taught us: we should never give up 💪❤️

Thank you once again for this lovely surprise and for your unwavering support, dear Mugi! I hope that you know that I deeply appreciate you as a friend as well 🫂 You're such a kind and sweet person, and I feel so connected to you! I'm so incredibly happy that we met 🥰💖

And of course, I'm deeply in love with your art style as well! 😄 I'm just so glad and honored that my story inspired you to create the beautiful pieces you gifted me with 💖

Please have the biggest hug ever and take care, dear friend! 🫂💖

[glowingbadger]

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY HOT OCS

A few of you beautiful people gave me permission to talk about my OCs for a bit (not that I need it but it's nice to have), and for that, there shall be consequences. I wanna show y'all a few of my beauties, tell you about them, and brag about how hot they are and all the thoughts I have about their sex lives lmao (also featuring, btw, a major DnD npc who is.... VERY inspired by Seteth lmao though his story definitely ended up going its own way from that starting point)

**Also note because I know a couple IRL friends of mine follow this blog- if you play any tabletops with me, don't you fucking dare read this I will be SO mad because there will be spoilers I'm being so serious rn lol

((Also if you don't care that much about my OCs (fair lol I get that's not what most of y'all are here for) but just wanna see some of my art maybe, feel free to just scroll through and look at four hot anime people looooool))

First, we've got Rhys Ledger! (Cyberpunk Red ttrpg) Full art here

Rhys was born with severe chronic illness and a desperately poor family. Because of this, every issue and flair up got pushed off until it absolutely HAD to be addressed by a medical professional- and this lead to both of his arms and one eye eventually becoming infected to the point of requiring the cheapest and crappiest cybernetic replacements on the market- and even these still pushed his family into horrific debt. To get the debt collectors away from his mother, he staged a big interpersonal blow-up with her, ran away, faked his death, and started sending money to the debtors anonymously on her behalf, so that he could make the payments while separating himself from his mother so she wouldn't feel compelled to try to find and help him anymore.

So basically, he's cut off his entire family, in his mind for their own good. He's in crippling and seemingly insurmountable medical debt. Plus, his cybernetic eye and arms are cheap and shitty and keep breaking- his eye even plays ads at regular intervals, and you can imagine how maddening that is. All he had to rely on was the beginnings of a medical education received from Dr. Banting, a man who provided routine checkups at minimal cost to him as a child in addition to periodically tutoring him. So he leveraged that to test into a medical education program that would basically fast-track him into indentured servitude to a major corporate medical cybernetics company. And on the side, he takes odd jobs for extra cash- which is how he ran into the rest of our tabletop party.

He's a deeply, deeply empathetic and caring person deep down, who's just been beaten down by the trials of life and grown cynical and sarcastic as a result. Unlike most quality cybernetics, his hands completely lack a nervous suite, so he has no sense of touch there, and he secretly misses that sensation desperately. All of these factors contribute to him having been in a multi-year dry spell, sexually (he's had a tendency to pull away from romantic relationships before they got more than skin-deep), and at this point he'd likely faint if confronted with a naked boob. He's incredibly touch-sensitive, and while he probably doesn't even realize it, deep down he absolutely yearns to be touched gently and intimately by someone who actually values his falling-apart body. Rhys probably needs someone who's very vocally encouraging during sex, and who will communicate clearly what they want and what they like; with that sort of person, he'd be the ultimate service-whatever. Top, bottom, all that matters is that he's doing a good job and pleasing his partner, he's not capable of taking someone for granted once they've shown they truly appreciate and desire him.

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Next we have Shaeleigh Sommers (unofficial Pokemon tabletop; also a cyberpunk setting) Full art here (also some spicier pics of her here and here)

Shaeleigh, or Shae, is from a Cyberpunk Pokemon tabletop that my husband has been running for three years now with friends, so she predates Rhys, but in retrospect she's like... a perfect foil for him lol

Shae was born to a fairly well-off family with a corporate, ladder-climbing father and a trophy-wife mother (she has respect for the former and very little regard for the latter). Her older brother is following their father's footsteps, while Shae pursued... basically Pokemon veterinary studies lol. After college, she worked for a Pokemon shelter for unwanted and retired Pokemon, but it was shut down for taking on more cases than they were supposed to (not wanting to turn away any Pokemon in need), and as a result, Shae's dream is to gain the money, experience, clout and sponsors to open her own private shelter. She has an enormous soft-spot for lesser-loved Pokemon, and has no interest in the "popular picks" who will have no trouble finding a trainer to take care of them. She's somewhat naive, though she's learned a lot on her adventures, and she has a good heart despite being a bit spoiled.

Shaeleigh is also desperately in love/lust with the professor overseeing her and her allies on their journey, Professor Shoot. He's a young Professor, still technically the equivalent of an "adjunct," and Shae and her buddies are his first group of assigned trainers. Shae was immediately attracted to him physically, and overtime this has slowly developed into a deep, deep crush and potentially even love. He's gentle and kind in a way that's extremely rare in the dystopian cyberpunk future, and while he insists that, as a professor he's less a man and more a cog in a machine, Shae sees a warm and beautiful humanity in him that she clings to, as it represents her desire not to lose herself or her values despite how hard her battles may become. Also he plays piano, so like, those hands... hnnng.

Anyway, I've always viewed Shae as someone who has had a lot of flings and passing relationships, but nothing very serious. Lately, she's been hooking up with a gang leader (really closer to a warlord) from the wild, untamed underground of the city, but while she does respect him and admire his free way of life, she's truly only seeking him out as solace while she can't have her beloved Professor. With a few more badges under her belt though, she'll be considered to have a level of authority within the Pokemon League that may finally allow her to openly pursue Professor Shoot... fingers crossed for my girl lmao. In the meantime, she insists that she wants him to make the first decisive move, and they live in a surveillance state, so her desired Professor-romance has been an AGONIZING slow-burn thus far. Sexually, I think she's a bit vanilla, but very warm and encouraging, even if she doesn't care that much about the guy she's with. With someone she does care about, she's relentlessly devoted to their mutual pleasure, with incredible stamina and focus, all towards the goal of expressing even a fraction of what she feels in her heart.

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Okay guys, I hope you're ready because I have SO much to say about Saul (NPC, DnD 5e) Full art here

Guys. The way my brain has been soaking in the essence of this character for like two years. And I have no outlet for this because there's SO much about him that my players in this campaign don't know about him yet. (btw this is a follow up warning to my players in my dnd campaign that I will be so, so mad if you keep reading after this point lmao)

OKAY so. On the surface, Saul is a stern but reasonable man who acts as head steward of the Temple of the Allfaith, a place where every deity in the pantheon is given due worship and respect. The philosophy behind this is that reality is formed through the interactions of countless contradictory forces, and by giving regard to all deities of all domains, we assure that each is mollified. This also makes it a place welcoming to all kinds of people from all walks of life- for the most part. Saul is, as one can imagine in such a chaotic environment, kept enormously busy at all times with paperwork, supply forms, requests, ceremonies, festivals, and all of the various needs and conflicts that arise among the clerics, priests, and so on.

Now, in truth, Saul is a Cambion- the offspring of an Incubus and his victim, who was eventually consumed by the demon who sired her child. While the Incubus moved on to terrorize some other locale, Saul was left in the small hamlet where he was born, and it was only out of regard for his late mother that the people here bothered to care enough for him to keep him alive. With time, though, their natural fear and resentment for the literal hellspawn they'd been saddled with caused constant and open mistreatment, and he was only offered the food, water and shelter he needed to survive, and absolutely no more. All the while, even as a child he potently felt the hatred evident in their eyes when he dared show himself in public.

Now, Cambions are functionally immortal, but they do age at a more or less "normal" rate until they reach maturity. When Saul reached his early teens, another young girl from the village asked to meet with him in a secluded grove beyond the town limits. When he arrived, he was cautious and on-edge, believing this to be some plot or ambush for the townspeople to finally do him in, so when the girl came to see him and made a sudden move towards him, he lashed out. His inherent fire magic abilities sparked out at her, and he killed her in an instant without ever consciously understanding his own actions. What he'll only find out through magical means later in the campaign, is that this young girl actually had grown affectionate towards him, and had hoped to confess her feelings to him that day.

After this, he fled the village and subsisted in the wild for some time, until he was of-age. During this period, he learned to harness his innate magic to disguise himself as a half-elf, but he also learned to hate and resent the people of this world. He grew to believe that they were all as cruel and corrupt as he himself was, and to prove it, he spent the following few years essentially fighting and fucking his way from town to town. Rumors of a demon of vengeance were whispered among the towns dotting the countryside, and in Saul's eyes, any who showed the slightest moral weakness was subject to his personal brand of judgement. A shady business might be burned to the ground overnight, the corrupt mayor (and potentially his wife) might suddenly become swept into a quite public and humiliating affair, the cleric skimming donation money from the congregation might be hung from a nearby tree. His reputation in the region became so fearful that a band of Paladins was sent to exorcise this demon and free the people from him.

It was then, bloodied and beaten near to death, that Saul dragged himself to the doors of the Temple of the Allfaith, where an older man named Erasmus took him in without question. Erasmus was the founder and master of the temple, and he nursed Saul back to health with his own hands, no questions asked. He took Saul in for the following years, and while he was a difficult and petulant guest at first, eventually Erasmus' open and earnest care broke through to what semblance of a soul he still possessed. The unconditional love of a father-figure gave Saul not a second chance, but the first chance he'd ever had, and over time it transformed him completely. While he remained as serious and stubborn as ever, Erasmus never gave up on Saul, and with his nurturing mentorship, he became a deeply empathetic man, and learned to open his heart and view others as worthy of kindness and compassion.

At the time of the campaign, Master Erasmus has long passed, and Saul has been the Steward to the Allfaith Temple for decades. He's known to be highly competent, deadly serious, and relentlessly stubborn, but ultimately kind. His life now is one that he lives in a constant state of repentance. He hopes that, by serving a temple to all of the gods, some day one of them may open their arms to him despite his hellish nature, and offer him the salvation he so desperately craves. The tragedy of it all is that, in all likelihood, several of the gods would now welcome him as-is in light of his life of dedicated service to others at the temple, but Saul himself has yet to view himself as redeemable.

Now, for the juicy stuff- believe me when I say that few men have ever needed to get laid like Saul does. While he was of course quite rakish as a younger man, once he took on the mantle of responsibility at the temple, the idea of engaging in intimacy with one of the priests or clerics here became unthinkable. There would be rumors, accusations of favoritism, and worst of all, the potential that his true nature might be revealed. So he has kept himself very strictly at arms-length with others for several decades now, and this combined with his normally uptight demeanor has made him the top candidate for "ready to go absolutely goddamn feral if he ever gets the chance to really fuck again." Plus, I mean, his birth father was an Incubus, so.... there are a lot of assumptions that can be made about Saul's equipment and technique, even while in his half-elven form. He's the type of man who would relish just about any form of kink with the right person; his sexuality is a dam with a hairline fracture in it ready to burst open. In particular, he would find the use of power-dynamics to be downright therapeutic. Tying him up and forcing him to surrender his control and his body, then teasing and tormenting him until his over-worked mind is finally blank? Sublime. Offering yourself to him so he can fuck you like the demon he truly is, using all of his strength and power to reduce you to his whimpering toy? Also incredible. A more structured sort of power-play session with ropes and edging and punishment and vaguely religiously toned lectures? Divine. And, as we'll see, he's just primed for a good ol' fashion enemies-to-lovers arc just LOADED with sexual tension.

(I need y'all to realize that for how over-long that was, I skipped over a TON of info and worldbuilding and additional details, seriously, I have such brainrot about Saul you could ask me what he was doing during any single second of his life and I'd have an answer for you lmao)

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Lastly, let's talk about Anya Lisianthus (NPC, DnD 5e) Full art here

Anya, at the time of the campaign, is the High Priestess of Beshaba (goddess of misfortune and bad luck), and, like most who worship such deities, she does so to pacify her goddess and free herself from the shackles of excessive misfortune. Before coming to the Temple of the Allfaith, she had been from a noble family, but one falling in its standing. She'd had many siblings, but nearly all succumbed to illness, leaving Anya to shoulder heavy responsibilities for her family that she'd had no interest in and no preparation for. Due to complicated political shifts (that we don't have time to go into here or Anya's section will be even longer than Saul's lol), her family started getting involved with some political dissidents. Anya took to their philosophies, and soon joined in with rebel groups who sought to overthrow the local religious leader who had begun exerting immense governmental control beyond their normal purview. However, a tiny instance of misfortune lead to her downfall; a coin dropped from a guard's pocket, and when he abandoned his patrol route for a moment to follow it as it rolled, he caught sight of Anya and her rebel allies. After this incident, her family labeled her a traitor and an upstart to save the remains of their own reputation, and she fled the city as a wanted criminal.

At the Allfaith Temple, she found acceptance, peace, and the promise of a goddess who could protect her from capricious misfortune. But, as Beshaba is an "evil aligned" deity, Anya is kept to the underground portion of the Temple for the most part- both by her own preference, and by the looks of suspicion and discomfort that her presence draws when around those who worship gods of light and goodness up on the surface. That said, she still carries the undeniably noble bearing of her upbringing, and is fond of hosting others for tea, provided they are able to supply interesting conversation.

She feels some resentment towards Saul, not only for being boorish and stubborn, but also for his holier-than-thou bearing, which she finds intolerable. However, as she falls in with a group of other underground clerics and priests with dubious plans of their own, she agrees to attempt to learn more about Saul for their purposes. So, she's been spending time trying to get through to him. For now, this has mostly taken the form of arguing bitterly in his office just about any time our group of adventurers pass by there, but with time, the two are going to start noticing other facets of one another. Saul views Anya as a strikingly brilliant woman, beautiful of course, but more importantly someone incredibly engaging to talk to, well-read, well-informed, and who thinks through all angles of a subject. Meanwhile, Anya will come to see that Saul's dedication to serving the people of the temple is no mere mask of piety, but a true and wholehearted desire to do good and protect those who rely on him, and that sort of genuine earnestness is hard to come by. So, y'know. We're definitely headed towards a "oh no I accidentally fell for and slept with the man I was meant to be investigating and/or manipulating oh fuck oh no I guess I'm betraying the bad guys now" kind of situation lol.

Sexually, Anya is confident, capable, but choosy. Her natural charisma may give the impression of a flirt, but in truth, not just anyone is deemed worthy to share her bed. She was nobility once, after all- there was a time when men took a knee for the privilege of an audience with her. That said, once she's decided someone meets her standards, she relishes in learning their turn-ons and desires and exploiting them mercilessly. She's every bit as sexually open and flexible as Saul, but in a far more proactive way; the lusts of her partner are intel, precious secrets to be learned and utilized to the fullest. There's nothing she finds more satisfying than seeing a lover look at her with worship in their eyes as she fulfills them absolutely. Saul, with all of his pent-up libido and sexual baggage, is going to make for an absolutely delightful partner for her. She'll never tire of learning the thousands of ways she can make his stoic facade crumble.

Anyway if you actually read all of this, please know that I hope only good things ever happen to you for the rest of your life, that someone you like kisses you on the mouth sloppy-style, and that you find twenty dollars <3

[undefeatablesin]

💕Positivity prime time! Share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. Pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile💕

Some positivity is exactly what the world needs right now! Thank you for thinking of and passing this message on to me ✨️

I would like to ramble about Four Exciting Things, since having things to look forward to is always helpful as a perspective check for me in particular and hopefully some other people can find something to feel excited about too! ✨️

1) I'm excited to continue refining my art until it reaches a quality I can be unambiguously proud of. We never stop growing as creatives, but we do eventually reach a baseline of accomplishment with our craft. I don't think I am at that baseline yet by a long shot. I have a lot to learn and even though I love the process of learning too, I look forward to the day that I feel accomplished in my work.

How that accomplishment can be defined though is different for everyone. It might be a tangible metric like mastering a certain medium, finding a style, finishing a project or creating a certain piece. Even something as simple as learning to draw a subject that's always stumped them. Sometimes its something more ambiguous, just the feeling or the sense of getting to where you wanted to be. Or in my case, a handful of these things all at once!

2) I'm excited to play new games. Since joining the Soulsborne community, I've been surrounded by incredible experiences, amazing art, beautiful music, thought-provoking discussions and more that has enriched my life beyond what I could ever have imagined. I'm always hungry for more though, and I am constantly looking forward to the next new adventure our community will set out upon even while I repeatedly replay the ones we already have.

That said, I do have my finger to the pulse of a certain imminent DLC right now in particular and I can't tell you how excited I am to finally play it!

3) I'm excited to one day step into the world of video, streaming and other similar creative pursuits. I've been talking about this for ages on my blog by now and have hesitated to commit to any of it, admittedly out of pure uncertainty. The internet is already so populated with skilled and established people that it can feel a little daunting to try and step into that arena as a newcomer.

In general, in a lot of spaces, it's easy to feel like you have nothing new or substantial to offer. But it's the individual themself that brings that newness and substance. Every person has their own cadence, their own style, their own ideas, their own quirks and nuances, their own personality. By and large, those are the things that sell people on your work more than the nature of the work itself in many cases.

It's also important to temper your expectations of yourself. Success often isn't what's important; it's whether you feel fulfilled by what you do. The needle obviously shifts quite a bit towards numbers and engagement and success when your craft is in fact your job, and that is a separate, more complicated conversation. But if your craft is not your business, don't trick yourself into treating it like a business, much less one that lives or dies by the number of likes, shares, views or any other metric it receives.

This is a lesson I've been trying to internalise: the point of creating is simply to create. I'm excited to finally embrace that idea and to fall in love with experimenting for the sheer joy of it again.

4) I'm excited to discover. There's so many things to see, smell, taste, hear and touch. There's millions of new experiences I can't even conceive of that are waiting for us, big or small, thrilling or mundane. Discovering a new song, a new piece of media, a new tool to draw with, a new technique to try, a new food to taste, a new friend to meet, a new idea, a new hobby.

There is always newness even in a world that feels stagnant. I look forward to the things I don't even know I am looking forward to yet. I think there is something very comforting in knowing that, inevitably, something new will come along to enrich our lives even in the smallest of ways, and it can happen today, tomorrow, next week or next year. The unknown can be full of frightening things, but it is equally filled with exciting ones. Even when I feel my worst, I try to remind myself to be excited for the little mysteries.

[mmetam0rphosis]

on this day, 23 years ago, the most beautiful, intelligent, funny and extraordinary man that God has ever created was born. he is the person i love the most. there is no words to describe my love, admiration, and gratefulness for this man as he is truly a work of art and knowing that i was a person he once loved and that we got to spend months loving each other is a gift greater than anything i have ever received in my life.

thank you, you were the reason why i still have hope that my life will be worth living during all those hard times. even though it was short lived, the thought of you being with me to the end fills me with joy and blissfulness to the point of tears. ever since we first started dating, you have had such an impact on me. you have made me a better person, you have showed me the beautiful sides of this cold world, and most of all, you have given me love that can never be more pure and greater than anything else in the universe.

please never stop being the person that you are, for you have changed my life and the way i view life, and everything you touch turns to gold, such as my heart. continue to believe in yourself, you are worth more than anything and you can do anything you put your mind into. i truly can never be grateful enough for you being in my life, and the love you have showed me.

i love you deeply, and i always will. i know i have failed to show it many times, and you have bared with me, through hell and back and forgiven me. and for that i owe you my life, which you shall have and i want to share every inch of it with you, my love.

i love you, Peter, i fucking love you more than anything in this bleak world. you were my light in the dark, my comfort food, my twinflame, my saviour, and most importantly, you will always be my bubsie.

thank you for everything you have ever shown me and given me. i'm sorry i took you for granted. i wish you the best of luck and success and health, as well as happiness this world could ever give.

happy birthday bubsie, selamat ulang tahun sayang, tillykke med fødselsdagen min skat. jeg elsker dig over alt på denne jord

[saintangelina]

where angels don't fly #1

this picture is from my 22nd birthday, a day that i spent crying in bed, the first half at least. it's truly kunt how one can be receiving a ton of happy bday messages and be so distraught with life lmao.

leading up to it i just didn't feel like doing nothing for my bday, for no specific reason just vibes. i have a very different view of things and tbh i try to celebrate myself as much as possible during the ENTIRE year, so i just didn't feel like there was much in the air to commemorate. my mom was insisting on having dinner outside with some of my friends, including my dad, and with that simple request, me knowing i had a very femme look planned for the night out, i freezed to the thought of posting up outside with my dad "looking like that". mind u, he doesn't say shit abt it ever lmao, those times are long gone but those scars very much woke tf up in that moment.

this caused an insane crisis, were i was reflecting deeply abt the fact that, my truth, my essence, my soul's true purpose and flourishing is conditioned to my current location. this is still true, partially. but i'm very privileged, i try to remind myself of that because i'm graced with alot of peace that others that look like me just don't have. that never kept the monsters away though. ALL my life i've been frozen, succumbed to the words of those around me, i've created beautiful realities within my own safe space, the digital world. creation is my purpose but for so long i've let how the world views me condition my movement. i think i'm slowly getting my voice back, and my will to just bulldoze life with art. and somehow i think my birthday reminded me of that, so i guess there was something to celebrate after all :p

by god's will and divine timing, we finally had our sleepover!! these two angels are the ones who remind me of my humanity, of deserving unconditional love and support, of being me and allowing myself to breathe. ethereal souls that get my hand every time and say "you're good!". i'm forever grateful that i can share this life with them, and that night i learned more than i did in months. i learned that i'm not to fault for falling deep in the traps of unrequited love - in the form of lust - and looking for the most basic human necessities like touch in someone that will simply not give it to me, because they're not supposed to. i was also reminded to share, share share share. i trap years of guilt within me and i've just arrived my 20s, and i know damn well i don't want to be the seniors around me, engulfed in decades of trauma, pain and stagnancy. i made a vow to forever be honest about what's going on with me, with them at least, because i pick and choose very carefully who can be apart of my tapestry.

but these two...every inch of them, and every inch of me is valid when we are around each other, and i honestly wish everyone carried just a lil bit of that frequency with them everyday. pure magia

meanwhile, miss twigs is out here saving lives and exceeding the bar once again. been listening to eusexua (the unreleased was to feel alone) for the past months since the valentino l'école show, and she truly just feels like a hug of hope, getting me out of the darkness with the use of it, with sensorial bpms that just make every cell in my body vibrate every stain of doubt away & fully letting go. i hope one day i can tell her the depths of what she makes me feel just out of 4 minutes and 23 seconds of music, let alone an entire discography, and ngl manifesting we'll become peers of the craft and we can work together period.

an eclipse in pisces is upon us, the astrologers are saying to not do much, practice patience, rest and let the higher up do its thing. so i’m just gonna bathe myself in faith salts, put a juicy body oil, drink some tea and relaaaaaaaax.

....................ʢᴗ.ᴗʡᶻ

well LMAO, hi. i've decided to start a dramatic journaling journey of journal journalism on here, the format is great and i always felt like i needed to spread my thoughts/seeds through every corner of the internet that i can. idgaf about typos, oversharing, self-centeredness LMAO. i'm learning to value my rants, and giving it a digital medium that's slightly customizable is cute. this is gonna be my vessel from me to me so i can elaborate more on my experiences, and keep up with myself. if someone finds it, hopefully it'll spark a thought or two.

angelina xx

[doomsidiots]

𝟎𝟏. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 !

(   𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌 : ego, basic personality, consciousness, vitality, staminia. )

minseo is pretty humble when it comes to most things, but in terms of his dancing and art, he knows he's put in the work and while he doesn't brag, he doesn't shy away from admitting that he has skill in both areas. when meeting someone for the first time, they're pretty reserved at first, minseo takes time to get to know that person before letting them in. while reserved, they're friendly and out going, charming and fun to be around. but it'll all be on the surface until he feels safe. minseo knows what he wants out of life, and really won't stop working for it.

𝟎𝟐. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 !

( 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌 : unconsciousness, emotions, instincts, habits, moods. )

minseo can be emotional, especially if it's about something that matters deeply to them. they feel a lot, but they won't show that to people who they've just met or those who aren't close enough. he's very much controlled by his insticts by their feelings. he talks to his plants every day, many times, and not just when watering them. he calls him his plant pals and often will lay in the middle of the floor and just talk to them. he has an unhealthy habit of drinking too many energy drinks. typically minseo is in a good mood, often opting to be lively and optimistic but has moments of getting in their head and slipping into thoughts that carry him away and in most case if this happens, it takes them some time to shake it.

𝟎𝟑.   𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘   !

( 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌   :   mind,  communication,   intellect,   reason,   language,   intelligence. )

they're strong minded in many ways, on their own path and unwilling to be swayed from goals and plans. but they can be easily persuaded at times, especially when tired but it's usually over things that aren't going to intrude on their future. minseo is not good at communicating feelings at all, but he's good at speaking on his wishes and goals. his struggle is feelings and being vulnerable. they're understanding of others, however, and feelings of others and are always willing to listen. i think minseo would be considered smart.

𝟎𝟒.   𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒   !

( 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌   :   attraction,   love,   relationships,   art,   beauty,   harmony. )

minseo loves love, loves the thought and feeling of love, when watching films or listening to love songs or reading a love story but in the end, they don't know if it's something they will ever personally find. in relationships, they're a wonderful partner in terms of acts of service and physical touch as well as quality time when able to. he lacks in words in affirmation when it comes to receiving. he's been in a few relationships but after finding hurt in all the endings, prefers to keep things casual for now. they're attracted to kind and silly people, spontaneous people. beauty within always shines brighter than outwardly. harmony, to minseo, means finding that person you can look at across a room and have a silent conversation.

𝟎𝟓.   𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒   !

( 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌   :   aggression,   sex,   action,   desire,   competition,   courage,   passion. )

i think the're up front about things they want, kindly so though? passionate but never coming across as aggressive. they have obsessions: art, dance, their plants. but not when it comes to people. hobbies and good work, a job well done gives minseo passion. he's very competitive, in games, in his job, in his major, in sports. they express through actions. minseo enjoys sex, but wouldn't be considered a sexual person. . . i guess? i won't go further than that in description as he's a rather new muse and i'm not really sure in terms of sexual things.

𝟎𝟔.   𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑   !

( 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌   :   luck,   growth,   expansion,   optimism,   abundance,   understanding. )

sometimes lucky, sometimes not. they work hard, but there have been times things have seemingly been easy for them but in reality, it was years of work building to that moment. minseo's always been two sides of a coin in both maturity and immaturity, finding a balance as a kid with the phrase: there's a time and place. it comes from his upbringing, his grandmother saw to the fact that he knew to be mature and often wanted to live up to her standards but minseo's parents constantly reminded him to have fun, too. they're not real sure of their purpose in life, though he thinks it could be art therapy, which is what his goal is. this happened from a young age when he found art really helped some of the issues minseo found themself working through. confidence didn't always come as easy, but it stems from their need to be optimistic. if minseo is being pessimistic, it's probably because they're having a bad day.

𝟎𝟕.   𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍   !

( 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌   :   structure,   law,   restriction,   discipline,   responsibility,   obligation,   ambition. )

fears of failing, fears of dark spaces as well as inclosed spaces with barely any room. they worry about if they picked the wrong choice, sometimes, mostly on bad days only. worries they'll end up alone but also wonders if it's for the best. keeping him bound to reality is the fact he's responsible for his family. as the eldest child, and with his father passing, he stepped up. while they're doing well money-wise, stepping up to check in on everyone and not letting his siblings slip. minseo's only set routine is checking on his plants each morning and evening. he likes going shopping on wednesdays, for fun, he keeps all serious shopping for sunday's or monday's. law to minseo is being a good person to others around him. helpful. he struggles with anxiety from time-to-time but as a teen it was a lot harder for him. stress, on big levels, can cause them to panic. while they try to face their issues head on, they do sometimes live in their own world.

𝟎𝟖.   𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒   !

( 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌   :   eccentricity,   unpredictable   changes,   rebellion,   reformation. )

from a young age, minseo has always dealt with change fairly well considering his family moved around often. while not a fan of change, they handle it well. preferring planning things out to an extreme degree, it's why he enjoys those who can be spontaneous. they feel like they can learn from that. inspiration hits them often, times where minseo is in bed and falling asleep and when an idea or inspiration strikes, they get up immediately and write it down or go work on it. they go to the art studio or dance studio often to think and process many things or to avoid things, too.

𝟎𝟗.   𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄   !

( 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌   :   dreams,   intuition,   mysticism,   imagination,   delusions. )

goals and dreams are to own his own library, to be an art therapist and help others to heal. dreams of owning a nursery for plants, too. spirituality they're a little lost. always a dose of reality on one shoulder and daydreaming the other. they often get ahead of themselves and will redo projects if it didn't come out how they wanted even if it came out great. while not naive, minseo does sometimes come across as innocent to the world around them, this is mostly a way to deal with the overwhelming parts of life. they don't care what people think of them. and thinks that the world would be better off if no one else did either and if people weren't so cruel, if everyone was just a little more tender to each other.

𝟏𝟎.   𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎   !

( 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌   :   transformation,   power,   death,   rebirth,   evolution. )

power to minseo means being happy, power means having what is needed to both survive but also live. death doesn't frighten them for themselves, but handling loved ones passing or the thought of it, it is something he does fear. they believe in reincarnation and believe they've lived many lives before the current one, and they think in the life before this one, they were a plant or a cat.

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[m-jelly]

Extra honey, extra sweet

Thank you @kenkopanda-art for this amazing banner <3

You all have @ladycheesington and @skittlelover69 for this oneshot. I've been talking to them both a lot about kitsune Levi because I've written about him in the past, then this happened and...well yeah...

Pairing: Kitsune!Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, love, fluff, kitsune Levi, couple, teasing, smut, oral (fem receiving), mating press, unprotected sex, possessive Levi, needy Levi, dirty talking, praising. This is just pure filthy, I'm sorry.

Concept: Levi always starts romance with you because of his kitsune desires for your beautiful body. However, one morning he makes a bet with you. Levi refuses to touch you because he believes you'll crack first and ask him to touch you and fuck you. You don't think you'll give in, but with Levi teasing you and testing you all day, you give in and tell Levi how much you want him. Levi gives in to his kitsune desires to make love to you and claim you as his over and over.

You awoke in bed with your body cold and your lover missing. You sat up in the bed and looked around the room to find Levi was sitting on the floor behind his desk just gazing at you. You blushed as you locked eyes with him. “Morning Levi.”

He leaned his chin on his hand as his tail swished more in delight. "Little bunny, you are so sweet."

You held up the bedsheet. "You always lie in bed next to me and wait for me to wake up." You pouted and pulled at the bedsheet. “Why are you not here?"

 Levi looked down at your breasts to see them peeking over the top of the sheet. "You poor thing."

You nibbled your lip. "So, can I get cuddles?"

He smiled. "No."

You looked up at Levi. "No? Why?"

He hummed a bit. "I'm always starting things between us and I'm worried that maybe I'm leading a lot of the sexual things, but that's normal for my kind." He crawled closer to you as his ear went back. He flashed you his canines. "I want you to ask for my loving, my touch, my kiss and my tongue. I want you to really want it."

You gulped hard. “You won’t win this bet.”

He hummed a laugh as his lips were inches from yours. “You’ll cave and you’ll crave me. I can’t wait to see how you look when you ask me to ravage you.”

You whimpered and turned away from Levi. “You’ll be the one losing and asking for me.” You dropped the sheet making Levi growl. You grabbed your robe and got up for the day. “I will spend the whole day away from you and it’ll drive you crazy.”

He watched you get up and tie the robe. “You’re cute when you’re so determined.”

You looked back at him. “Why are you doing this?”

He lay on his side and propped his head up. “You know I feed on your energy and love, right? You get strong by having me sexually as well. Well, if I make you wait if I tease you and get you dripping with that delicious honey, then the meal will be even more delectable. I want to drown in your honey.”

You blushed hard. “W-well, you’re getting nothing!”

He hummed. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You slammed open the sliding door to the garden. You stormed away from your lover and found a nice spot in the zen garden to recharge yourself and calm your mind and body. You inhaled deeply, then exhaled. You meditated a while and enjoyed the sounds of nature around you. You smiled sweetly at finally being at peace, but your peace was ruined when you heard combat.

You huffed and looked over to the training area to see Levi with his robe around his waist and sweat glistening on his muscles. You blushed as heat built up between your legs. You watched as Levi threw a man over his shoulder and slammed him against the floor. You flinched at the impact and felt something rise inside you. You gulped hard as Levi stood up and pushed his hair back. He looked over at you and winked.

You puffed your cheeks and looked away. You whined a little and slowed looked back over to see Levi throw another guard into two others. You nibbled your lip and whimpered a little. Your eyes followed Levi as he walked over to a bucket. He turned it over the top of his head letting water rain down on him and the droplets of water reflect the summer sun. He shook off the water a little before pushing his hair back.

You shot up to your feet and ran inside. You moved through the house to the nice cool spring bath you used during the summer. You peeled your rode off and washed first before slipping into the cool water and felt yourself cooling off and the slickness between your legs calm down. You closed your eyes and hummed in happiness.

Levi walked into the washroom and cleaned the sweat from his body. He had cleared his attendants away and told them that the Lord and Lady will be busy all afternoon and night. He knew he was going to win this bet, he knew he was going to get you to ask him for things. He wasn’t doing this to tease you or mess with you. Levi wanted you to be more confident and commanding. He wanted you to be brave enough to ask for sex. Plus, he loves worshipping you.

He walked out to see you soaking in the cold water. “Bunny?”

You opened your eyes and saw Levi was standing with just a towel on his hips. “Levi.”

He whipped his towel off and saw you blush. “May I join you?”

You sat up and hummed. “Sure.”

He slipped into the water and sighed. “It’s nice a cool in here, isn’t it?”

You shyly nodded. “Yes.”

He moved a little closer to you. “Did I fluster you earlier?”

You hugged yourself. “No.”

He smiled a little. “You look so pretty.”

You looked over at him. “Thank you.”

“I just love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

He hummed as he looked down your body to see you were rubbing your legs. “Are you okay?”

You gulped and nodded. “Yes.”

He put his arm behind you, he was so close to touching you but he wasn't. He could see your hair standing on end from the heat emitting from him. He leaned closer so his lips were near your ear. "Are you sure? Do you have something to ask of me?"

You rubbed your legs together as your heart thumped in your chest and a burn started to pool below. "No."

He dipped his other hand into the water and started moving the water softly in front of your pussy. "Are you sure?"

You whimpered at the water moving between your legs. "I'm okay." You closed your legs and stood up making Levi blush. "I'm g-getting out."

Levi growled as he watched your naked form covered in his lovebites. His tail flicked as he felt his hunger build up. He chased after you as you wrapped up in a towel. He slammed his hand on the wall and blocked your path making you squeak. He looked down to see the towel had squished your breasts.

You gulped hard and looked up at your lover. "Levi?"

He clenched his fist. "Bunny."

You whimpered. "Y-You're naked."

He walked up to you making you back up against the wall. He pressed his arms on either side of your head and sighed. "I am. Be careful brat, if you look at it as much as you are you'll make him stand to attention."

You looked down at his cock and blushed when you remembered how it always made you feel good. You looked back up at Levi's face to see his ears go back, his pupils blown wide. You stared at his mouth to see he was salivating a lot as he took you in.

You gulped hard as your legs started to shake and your pussy ache to be filled. "Levi."

He dragged his nails down the wall as he leaned so close to you that your lips almost touched. "So, do you crave me yet? Do you ache to be filled by me? Do you need me?"

“Yes.”

He moaned. “Be specific, my cute bunny.”

You lifted the towel up at the bottom to show slickness running down the inside of your thighs. “Look at me. I’m a mess with need.”

Levi growled at seeing the trail. “So much honey. Tell me bunny, tell me what you need.”

You gulped hard. “I want your tongue. I want your fingers. I want your cock. Please, Levi. I want all of you. I need you. Can you give me all that?”

He grabbed you and lifted you up. "Yes. I'll worship you, my little bunny." He clicked his fingers making you both appear in the bedroom. He lay you down on the bed and purred. "You're a delicious treat."

You hummed as you rubbed your legs together for some friction. "Levi, please."

"I'm sorry, bunny, I'm being a naughty little fox, aren't I?"

You nodded as you nibbled your fingers and pressed your breasts. "Yes, you are."

He parted your legs and hummed. "I'll make it up to you." He ran his hands up your legs and pushed your towel up to reveal your pussy glistening in the honey he desired. Levi's ears went back, and his tail wagged as he felt himself drooling. "Shit." He licked his lips and moaned as his pupils dilated. "Sweet honey."

“Levi.”

“I’m sorry, no more teasing.” He lay on his stomach and slipped your legs over his shoulder. He ran his tongue along your thigh and licked up the slickness that had run down your legs. “I don’t want anything to go to waste.” He bit your thigh and sucked hard. “Such a delectable meal.” He inhaled. “You smell incredible.” He moaned and looked at your leaking pussy. His pupils blew wide. He gazed at you with a crazy possessive love-filled look. “All mine.”

You gripped the towel and whined. “Levi.” You gasped and squeezed Levi’s head between your thighs when he took your swollen clit into his mouth. You shook as his tongue moved over your clit. You shivered as a heat burned in your pelvis. You moved your hips against Levi’s face. “Yes.” You panted and moaned as you felt the tickling of pleasure building up inside. You yanked at the towel as Levi gripped your thighs and kept you in place. “Ah, don’t stop.”

Levi growled against your clit making you shiver. He moved his tongue faster as he sucked on your clit. He massaged your thighs and looked up at you as you panted and moaned. He smiled and felt your energy move to him. He was being well fed by you and your body shaking pleasure. He pulled from your clit and gasped. He glanced down at your pussy to see you were dripping.

Levi moaned. “So much honey.”

You panted and whined. “Levi. I was about to cum.”

He smiled. “I’m sorry. I’ll give you what you need, my bunny.”

He lapped up your pussy and parted your lips so he could coat his tongue with your delightful honey. He moaned in pleasure as your honey made his tongue tingle his bliss. He pushed his tongue into your pussy and massaged your walls. He pressed his thumb against your clit and started moving you towards your orgasm. He closed his eyes and felt like he was eating the most delectable fruit in the world. He was in pure heaven.

You gripped Levi’s fluffy ears and tugged on them. You rocked your hips against Levi’s mouth as you felt the burn in your pelvis. You whimpered as you felt so close. You pressed Levi’s head with your thighs and cried a little as your pleasure became too much. You turned your head to the side and cried out as you came hard against Levi’s tongue.

Levi moaned and lapped up all the honey pouring out of you from your pleasure. He pulled back when there was nothing left for him. “What a delicious meal that was.” He panted. “I would love some more.”

You gulped hard. “Le-Levi.”

He licked his lips and crawled up the bed so he could look down at you. “Yes, my sweet bunny?”

You nibbled your lip as you blushed. “I need you inside me. Please.” You opened your arms to him and smiled. “Please, my love. Fill me and love me.”

Levi’s eyes widened at how adorable and sexy you looked asking for him. He smiled as his gaze softened. “Of course, my love.” He looked down at your pussy and held his hard cock in his hand. He ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds. “You’re incredible. Look at all this honey being made after I ate it all.”

You whimpered. “You make me this way.”

He smiled. “Do I?”

You nodded. “It’s because I love you so much.”

Levi froze at your words because they were his triggering words. Whenever you told him you loved him, he went wild. He slammed his cock into you making you arch your back and cry out. He gripped your hips and bucked into you hard and fast as he knelt up. He gritted his teeth and showed off his canines. A blush dusted his cheeks as he watched you wiggle under him as you cried in ecstasy. He watched the towel slowly open and reveal your breasts. He growled as they bounced freely from their confinement. He lifted your hips a little more to make sure his cock roughly rubbed against your g-spot.

You clung to your fallen towel and gazed at your lover with your mouth open and eyes hooded. You moaned for him and whimpered. “Levi.” You mewled for him. “You feel so good.”

Levi grunted as your walls clenched him tightly. He turned his head and bit your leg making you cry out. He sucked on your skin determined to make another mark on your soft skin. “Mine.” He growled at you and fucked you harder making sure his cock pounding in and out of your quivering pussy. He panted and moaned. “You’re all mine.” He whimpered. “Bunny.”

You moved a hand down your body to your pussy. You parted yourself more to give Levi the view he loved. “I love you.”

He stared at his cock ramming into your pink glistening pussy. He growled making his ears go back. “Touch yourself. Be a good bunny.”

You nodded and started rubbing your clit with your fingers. “Yes.”

He moaned as he watched your fingers moving so close to his cock. He grunted as you clenched him again in pleasure. “Good bunny. That’s it. Use me.” He panted and moaned. “Cum around me. My sweet bunny. My beautiful bunny. My world.”

You closed your legs a little and arched your back. You leaned your head back and cried out as your orgasm surged through you. You shook as fireworks popped inside you and pleasure burned through your veins. “Levi.”

He slowed down and grinded himself into you. “That’s it, good bunny.”

You panted and whined. “More.”

“Anything for you, my sweet bunny.” He dropped your legs and pressed his body against yours. “I love you. Tell me you love me.”

You linked your legs over Levi’s body. “I love you.”

Levi gripped the bedsheet and started rutting into you. “Mine!” He grunted and moaned at you as his hips started moving fast. He bit your neck and moved his tongue over the wound. “Mine.” His body slammed against your bum and hips. “All mine.”

You leaned your head back and panted. “Levi.” You gripped his back and moaned. “You feel so good.”

Levi moved his hips faster. “You feel incredible. My goddess. My bunny.” He tapped his forehead against yours as he panted. “Mine.”

You shivered as his cock rocked into you and against your g-spot. You dragged your nails over his back as his body rubbed your clit. Your desire burned inside you. Your legs shook around your lover as you felt burst after burst of pleasure from Levi’s movements. You gazed at Levi and saw the love and desire in his eyes. You knew this man who was fucking his feelings into you could kill for you or destroy everything if you asked. You loved every inch of him.

Levi moaned your name as your walls clenched his cock. He roughly moved his hips as he enjoyed the honey he loved tasting seeping out of you with every slap of his hips against you. He loved how you were coating him in your slickness. He felt whole and complete being able to fuck you senseless against the bed. He gripped the sheets tightly making them rip a little. He reached down with his other hand and gripped your hip. He lifted a little allowing him to rub against all the right spots even harder.

You leaned your head back and cried out in bliss as your legs shook. You felt a surge of white-hot pleasure fire through every inch of you. Your legs shook as you grabbed at Levi. You whimpered and hummed as you clenched Levi’s cock over and over. “Levi.”

He stayed still for a moment. “You squeezed me good then.”

You looked up at Levi as he pulled back. “It’s because I want something from you.”

He cupped the side of your face and rubbed your cheek. “That so?”

You nodded. “You know what I need.”

He pushed your hips up into the mating press position. “You want me to fill you?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“You want me to fuck the deepest part of you and fill you with cum?”

You whimpered. “Yes.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “I’ll give you all my cum. I want to please you, love you, worship you.” He moved his cock in and out of you and gave you a pleading look. “I want to give you everything until I run dry.”

You locked your legs around Levi and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Give it to me.”

He pumped his cock into you as he panted and moaned. He panted and whined as he felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. He kissed you roughly as his cock begged your pussy to let it empty its seed deep inside. He pushed his tongue into your mouth. He hummed as his tongue massaged yours. He moaned as your saliva mixed with his. He felt his body tingle as your energy fed him. He loved you with every fibre in his body.

You whined and felt overwhelmed with pleasure. You fought some tears, but you couldn’t help but well up a little. You tugged on Levi’s ear a little. You pulled again making me pull from your lips. “Levi? I love you.”

Levi moaned your name as he moved his hips faster. “I love you too.” He grunted as you clenched him. “I love you so much.”

You shivered and whined. “Levi.”

He panted as his hips moved as fast as he could. He lost himself in the heat and wetness that was you. He felt overcome with love and possessive love. He adored your body and you so much. Levi was lovesick and drunk on you. He wanted to keep you close, always. He wanted to keep you all to himself.

He moaned in delight. “I’m close. I’m going to fill you.”

You panted and whined. “Yes. Please, Levi.”

He grunted when you clenched around him. “Bunny.” He slammed his cock down and deep into you as his seed poured out of him and into the deepest parts of you. He moaned your name. “Fuck.”

You moaned as you felt Levi’s hot cum enter you. You shivered and cried out in pleasure as you came around Levi. Your walls squeezed his cock and milked him of everything he had. “Levi.” You panted. “I love you.”

He moaned as he came a bit more from your words. “I love you, my bunny.” He shifted and slowly lowered your hips down against the bed. He covered your face in kisses. “Was the teasing worth it?”

You giggled. “You were right.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “You’re cute.”

“Just…not all the time. I can’t take all this teasing, it’s not good for my heart and legs.”

He frowned. “Legs?”

You pouted. “You get me so horny my legs shake.”

He hummed a laugh. “It’s a pleasure to see.” He kissed you and sighed. “May I stay inside you? I want to make sure my cum stays there.”

“I’d love for you to stay, but don’t you need to clean up?”

“Well, I intend to ravage you one last time before we both go have a relaxing bath. How does that sound?”

You nibbled your lip. “Perfect.”

[webofstories]

A Fool Like Me - Arvin Russell *Smut*

Summary: It's your first time since you wanted to save it for marriage and Arvin is ready to make it special for you.

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Note: who next?

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Warnings: fluff smut, praise, touching, oral (fem receiving), just vanilla

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Everyone who knew Arvin Russell knew he was rough around the edges. He was like a prickly rose, only to others, the rose blossom didn't exist. Arvin was extremely misunderstood and you hated it, but in this car, wearing white as you observed him driving in his suit, you knew you had the blossom.

"Well," Arvin chuckled, cheeks pink as his tongue grazed over his drying lips, "Guess yer' a Russell now."

You smiled.

"Yes sir, I am," you giggled, "Yer' wife, to be exact."

Arvin rolled his eyes, but he smiled. He smiled cause he knew he had you forever and you weren't going anywhere. That thought alone made him the happiest man alive.

"Our honeymoon is gon' be in that cabin we found during that roadtrip." Arvin spoke, "It's a rental now."

Your heart jumped and your eyes widened, happy as can be. You were overjoyed, you loved that cabin, you told Arvin countless times about how you wished to go there for your honeymoon but you didn't expect it.

Arvin looked over at you and smiled, seeing how happily his newly wed wife was. It sent a shiver to his heart.

"Thank you, Arvin!" You squealed, throwing your arms around his torso as he smiler, "Oh, thank you!"

His scent wrapped around you like a blanket, keeping you warm as your body pressed against his. Arvin put an arm around you and back on the wheel. He loved your body on his.

You knew what I meant to be married now. You were each other's forever- no leaving. No giving up and quiting, things were all together now. That means becoming even more.

You and Arvin have only had intimate make outs and a little bit of undressing, but when it got serious, Arvin always stopped it because he knew you wanted to wait until marriage. 3 years later and it's finally here, you just didn't know how Arvin felt.

It wasn't long until you pulled into the driveway of the cabin. It was beautiful, red rose petals surrounding your feet as Arvin gently swooped you off the ground and into his arms. You squealed and fell into giggles, hearing Arvin chuckle at your reaction. You love this man.

Once you two were through the threshold, your eyes went wide. Arvin was studying your face closely as you took in everything around you, rose petals as red as Arvin's cheeks scattered in a trail leading down the hall with candles lit everywhere. Fire hazard? Maybe... but you were stunned.

"Oh, Arv..." you whispered under your breath, looking around in awe. Arvin awaited your next words anxiously.

"It's absolutely beautiful," Is all you could manage saying, so starstruck from the surprise.

Arvin let out a sigh of relief, knowing the time he put into making this happen in hopes you'd like it. He smiled softly and placed a hand on your back, gently guiding you down the path of petals as you admired the twinkling candle lights.

As you rounded the hallway, you stepped into a bedroom, a gasp escaping your lips as you looked around.

There was a giant bed with rose petals and roses scattered all over it, candles on the bed side table illuminating the room. Your heart felt full as you blushed deeply, facing Arvin.

"It's alrigh' if yer not ready, sweetheart." He spoke softly, caressing your cheekbone, "I just-"

"I'm ready."

Arvin's eyes went wide, positioning his hands on your hips as he stood infront of you.

"Ya are?"

"Yes, for a while now, actually..." you whispered, pushing Arvin's hand towards the back of your dress.

Arvin took the hint and gently tugged the zipper, pulling it all the way down before the straps were loose on your shoulders. Arvin eyed you before pushing them off, watching as your dress pooled around your feet.

Arvin was lost in lust but mostly love. Admiring your body, he pulled you into him, kissing you softly.

"Yer so beautiful," he mumbles, "Damn angel is what ya are."

You felt your cheeks heat up from the compliments. You watched him unbutton his shirt and toss it on the floor, eyes never leaving yours. You were in nothing but your undergarments, Arvin too.

"Darlin'?"

"Yes?"

Arvin grabbed your bare hips and pulled you into his hard chest. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I love you," he whispers, "More than anythin'."

Your smile beamed up at him, shiney and bright. There was so much love in the room that it couldn't go unnoticed.

Arvin had two protective arms wrapped around you before gently pressing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately.

You made a soft quiet noise against his lips out of delight, telling Arvin he could continue. He suddenly pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist at you giggled. He walked over to the bed and gently laid you down on it before crawling over you, more laughter coming from you.

"Well ain't you just a giddy lil thing," Arvin chuckles, a smile on his face. You blushed, hiding your face in his neck.

Arvin's hands roamed your body a little, silently asking for permission everytime he touched a more daring spot. He knew you were subconscious and insecure but he made sure to put those thoughts to ease.

"Damn stunnin'."

"My pretty girl."

"My my... all mine?"

He had already slipped off the rest of your clothes, leaving him in only boxers too. You were beyond nervous and it showed, which made Arvin cautious.

"We ain't gotta do nothin'," he coos, pulling you into his lap, palming your thighs with locked eyes, "Ya know I'll never pressure ya-"

You cut him off with a bit of force as you smash your lips together. Arvin grunted, squeezing your thighs as he let out a soft moan against your lips. You wanted to show him you love him, not just to "fuck". You wanted to make love to Arvin.

"Please, Arvin, I want to." You spoke with a small smile, "I want you to make love to me."

Arvin searched your eyes for what felt like minutes. He was looking for something... hesitation, uncertainty, maybe even doubt. He found none, just as you expected.

You slowly slid your hands down his chest, lingering lower and lower, hoping to get something started. Arvin's eyes widened when he realized as he quickly grabbed your arms, flipping you over in a blink so he could hover over your naked body.

"Nah, hun," Arvin chuckled, kissing your neck lightly, making you let out a breath, "Tonight is about you,"

"Arv-"

"Hush now, let me focus on pleasin' my pretty lady." He smirked, making your down area tingle a bit. You bit your lip as you felt his lips kiss down your body.

Starting at your jaw, he made a line of soft, wet kisses to your neck, where he sucked on your sweet spot hard enough to leave a work of art there. He pulled back and observed the darkening hickey with a smile, glad to mark you.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbles before trailing kisses down to your breasts where he gently takes one in his hand and other softly in his mouth, slowly grazing his tongue over your sensitive bud.

"Ah," you moaned out, loving the way it felt.

"So good." he grunted, repeating his actions, "Love yer noise,"

You moaned again which only made him more eager. Gently trailing down your body with his lips, Arvin pushed your legs up and apart, leaving you to feel his hot breath on your core. You gasped, shocked at how good just his breath felt.

You looked down at his beautiful features and was surprised at how sexy the southern boy looked between your thighs, looking up at you for permission. All you could muster was a nod before closing your eyes and looking up.

The feeling of Arvin's wet tongue gliding between your soaked slit caused a high pitched moan to escape your lips. Your body felt estatic, breathing heavy already. You felt him lick you up again, making you moan once more.

Arvin grabbed your hips and pushed his face further into you, causing his tongue to graze your entrance.

"Ah- Arvin!" You moaned out, hands flying to grip his hair.

"Yer doin' so good, darlin'." Arvin spoke encouragingly before he continued to eat you out.

It was fantastic. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you struggled to catch your breath. You arched yourself against him, making him go deeper, erupting a soft moan to come out of you once more.

Right before you were about to cum, Arvin pulled away. Your core felt colder than ever as you frowned.

He positioned himself between you, face an inch from yours. His lips pressed against yours to create a soft, tender, loving kiss that had your body at ease. This love was only getting stronger.

"I'd do anythin' for you." Arvin whispers, staring into your eyes, "You know that."

You nodded, smiling at him as you cup his face in your hands.

"So, if ya wanna stop, that's fine," he whispered, "I'll wait."

"I'm ready now, Arv." You laughed to him, his worry in his face, "It's okay."

Arvin rolled his eyes but smiled, looking between your bodies before looking back at you. You were so close together, closer than ever before, and you loved it.

"I'm gonna go, alright?" Arvin mumbled, his southern accent seeping into his words, "It might hurt, but I opened ya up a little. Just tell me to stop and I will, always."

You nodded, smiling up at him and his support. In a slow, painful movement, Arvin pushed himself inside you.

You hissed loudly, face screwed in pain. Arvin bottomed out before stopping, eyes wide as he grew concerned.

"Are you alright?" He questioned frantically, almost pulling out but you stopped him.

"N-No, don't stop." You spoke, "Keep going."

Arvin looked hesitant, but did as you said. Slowly and hesitantly, he started thrusting gently, holding your hands in his. The pain you were feeling was hurtful in such a sensitive area, but you felt it fading away everytime Arvin pushed back into you.

"Keep going," you moaned out softly, urging Arvin to continue. His heart fluttered when he heard your moan, being less cautious and more loving with you.

His thrusts were slow and lingering, pulling out all the way before slowly pushing back in until he bottomed out inside you. Your moans and soft calls of Arvin's name filled the room as Arvin showed you how much he loved you.

"Ah- fuck." Arvin groaned into your neck, pausing for a moment. Even though he wasn't a virgin, he was feeling overwhelming pleasure from how tight you were.

"Are you okay?" Sweet Y/N asked, looking at her husband. He pulled his head away and smiled down at her,  kissing her softly.

"Yea," he spoke, "Just happy I found the love of my life."

You blushed and he continued his thrusts, making your stomach erupt into butterflies. You moaned out softly, breathing heavy despite the slow pace. But you loved it, you loved the love, the warmth, the feeling of home, all of it.

"I'm close, Arvin." You moaned out, gripping his hands tight.

"Me too, darlin'," he panted, "Just let it go."

And you did. Your vision blurred as your climax rolled over you, head to toe. Arvin pulled out of you and followed suit, a spew of soft curses leaving hid lips. You smiled at him, panting slightly.

Arvin fell down next to you on the bed, immediately hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. You winced, feeling tender from what you and Arvin just did.

"Thank you," you said with a smile, turning to face him.

"No, thank you." Arvin said with love in his eyes as he caresses your cheekbone with his thumb.

You looked at him in confusion.

"For what?"

Arvin sighs before pulling you to lay on top of him, both arms wrapped around your bare body as he covers you both with the white sheets.

"For marrying a fool like me."

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I HAVE THE STUPIDEST SMILE ON MY FACE RIGHT NOW AND I HONEST TO GOD DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY

WHERE DO I EVEN START THANKING YOU FOR YOUR WORDS I-- WHAT???? WHAT I'M KINDA ASKING MYSELF IF THIS WAS SENT TO THE RIGHT PERSON,,, ARE ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL WORDS REALLY FOR ME??? LIKE SERIOUSLY??? OH MY GOODNESS

ANON I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY I,, I'VE GOTTEN MANY COMPLIMENTS THROUGHOUT MY CAREER AS AN ARTIST BUT SO VERY FEW WERE ABLE TO TOUCH MY HEART SO DEEPLY LIKE THIS I'M?? HOLY SHIT HOW DO I REACT

Friend let me tell you that my birthday is in three days and this is the absolute BEST gift I could ever ask for. I'm always constantly doubting myself and my skills and when people like you reach out to me, it just makes me feel like I'm on the right track. God, thank you, thank you so SO much for taking some of your time to tell me this. You are a God sent and I appreciate you so much I could cry

I'm sorry my reply is a mess, atm it's 9 in the morning and I still haven't gone to sleep so I'm all over the place and I was so definitely not expecting to receive such a GIFT, such a beautiful message... God, I feel so blessed. Thank you, thank you, thank you my friend. You just made my entire day shine a whole lot brighter and it's barely even started.

I also hope you take great care of yourself and be kind to yourself always, because people like you are also a treasure to this world. It's not everyone who can find the energy or courage to express their feelings this way. You are a gift. Thank you for existing. Thank you for being my follower and for appreciating my art. You are the BEST and I love you even if I don't know who you are

Thank you. My God, thank you SO much.

[pumpkinpaix]

Hello! Feel free not to answer this question if it is in any way too much, but I've been wondering about something concerning the "western" mdzs fandom. Lately, i have seen multiple pieces of fanart that use what is clearly Christian symbolism and sometimes downright iconography in depicting the characters. I'm a european fan, but it still makes me vaguely uneasy. I know that these things are rarely easy to judge. I'm definitely not qualified to do so and was wondering if you have an opinion

Hi there! thank you for your patience and for the interesting question! I’ve been thinking about this since i received this ask because it?? idk, it’s difficult to answer, but it also touches on a a few things that I find really interesting.

the short answer: it’s complicated, and I also don’t know what I feel!

the longer answer:

i think that this question is particularly difficult to answer because of how deeply christianity is tied to the western art and literary canon. so much of what is considered great european art is christian art! If you just take a quick glance at wiki’s page on european art, you can see how inextricable christianity is, and how integral christian iconography has been in the history of european art. If you study western art history, you must study christian imagery and christian canon because it’s just impossible to engage with a lot of the work in a meaningful way without it. that’s just the reality of it.

Christianity, of course, also has a strong presence in european colonial and imperialist history and has been used as a tool of oppression against many peoples and nations, including China. I would be lying if I said I had a good relationship with Christianity--I have always faced it with a deep suspicion because I think it did some very, very real damage, not just to chinese people, but to many cultures and peoples around the world, and that’s not a trauma that can be easily brushed aside or reconciled with.

here is what is also true: my maternal grandmother was devoutly christian. my aunt is devoutly christian. my uncle’s family is devoutly christian. my favorite cousin is devoutly christian. when I attended my cousin’s wedding, he had both a traditional chinese ceremony (tea-serving, bride-fetching, ABSURDLY long reception), and also a christian ceremony in a church. christianity is a really important part of his life, just as it’s important to my uncle’s family, and as it was important to my grandmother. I don’t think it’s my right or place to label them as simply victims of a colonialist past--they’re real people with real agency and choice and beliefs. I think it would be disrespectful to act otherwise.

that doesn’t negate the harm that christianity has done--but it does complicate things. is it inherently a bad thing that they’re christian, due to the political history of the religion and their heritage? that’s... not a question I’m really interested in debating. the fact remains that they are christian, that they are chinese, and that they chose their religion.

so! now here we are with mdzs, a chinese piece of media that is clearly Not christian, but is quickly gaining popularity in euroamerican spaces. people are making fanart! people are making A LOT of fanart! and art is, by nature, intertextual. a lot of the most interesting art (imo) makes deliberate use of that! for example (cyan art nerdery time let’s go), Nikolai Ge’s What is Truth?

I love this painting! it’s notable for its unusual depiction of christ: shabby, unkempt, slouched, in shadow. if you look for other paintings of this scene, christ is usually dignified, elegant, beautiful, melancholy -- there’s something very humanizing and humbling about this depiction, specifically because of the way it contrasts the standard. it’s powerful because we as the audience are expected to be familiar with the iconography of this scene, the story behind it, and its place in the christian canon.

you can make similar comments about Gentileschi’s Judith vs Caravaggio’s, or Manet’s Olympia vs Ingres’ Grande Odalisque -- all of these paintings exist in relation to one another and also to the larger canon (i’m simplifying: you can’t just compare one to another directly in isolation etc etc.) Gauguin’s Jacob Wrestling the Angel is also especially interesting because of how its portrayal of its content contrasts to its predecessors!

or! because i’m really In It now, one of my favorite paintings in the world, Joan of Arc by Bastien-Lepage:

I just!!! gosh, idk, what’s most interesting to me in this painting is the way it seems to hover between movements: the hyperrealistic, neoclassical-esque take on the figure, but the impressionistic brushstrokes of the background AAA gosh i love it so much. it’s really beautiful if you ever get a chance to see it in person at the Met. i’m putting this here both because i personally just really like it and also as an example of how intertextuality isn’t just about content, but also about visual elements.

anyways, sorry most of this is 19thc, that was what i studied the most lol.

(a final note: if you want to read about a really interesting painting that sits in the midst of just a Lot of different works, check out the wiki page on Géricault’s Raft of the Medusa, specifically under “Interpretation and Legacy”)

this is all a really long-winded way of getting to this point: if you want to make allusory fanart of mdzs with regards to western art canon, you kind of have to go out of your way to avoid christian imagery/iconography, especially when that’s the lens through which a lot of really intensely emotional art was created. many of my favorite paintings are christian: Vrubel’s Demon, Seated, Perov’s Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane, Ge’s Conscience, Judas, Bastien-Lepage’s Joan of Arc, as shown above. that’s not to say there ISN’T plenty of non-christian art -- but christian art is very prominent and impossible to ignore.

so here are a few pieces of fanwork that I’ve seen that are very clearly making allusions to christian imagery:

1. this beautiful pietà nielan by tinynarwhals on twitter

2. a lovely jiang yanli as our lady of tears by @satuwilhelmiina

3. my second gif in this set here, which I will also show below:

i’m only going to talk about mine in depth because well, i know exactly what i was thinking when I put this gif together while I can’t speak for anyone else.

first: the two lines of the song that I wanted to use for lan xichen were “baby, I’m a fighter//in the robes of a saint” because i felt that they fit him very well. of course, just the word “saint” evokes catholicism, even if it’s become so entwined in the english language that it’s taken on a secular meaning as well.

second: when I saw this scene, my immediate thought was just “PIETÀ!!” because LOOK at that composition! lan xichen’s lap! nie mingjue lying perpendicular to it! the light blue/white/silver of lan xichen in contrast to the darker robes of both nie mingjue and meng yao! not just that, but the very cool triangular structure of the image is intensely striking, and Yes, i Do love that it simultaneously ALSO evokes deposition of christ vibes. (baxia as the cross.... god..... is that not the Tightest Shit) does this make meng yao joseph of arimathea? does it make him john the evangelist? both options are equally interesting, I think when viewed in relation to his roles in the story: as a spy in qishan and as nmj’s deputy. maybe he’s both.

anyways, did I do this intentionally? yes, though a lot of it is happy accident/discovered after the fact since I’m relying on CQL to have provided the image. i wanted to draw attention to all of that by superimposing that line over that image! (to be clear: I didn’t expect it to all come through because like. that’s ridiculous. the layers you’d have to go through to get from “pretty lxc gifset” --> “if we cast nie mingjue as a christ figure, what is the interesting commentary we could do on meng yao by casting him as either joseph of arimathea or john the evangelist” are like. ok ur gonna need to work a little harder than slapping a song lyric over an image to achieve an effect like that.)

the point of this is: yes, it’s intentionally christian, yes I did this, yes I am casting these very much non-christian characters into christian roles for this specific visual work -- is this okay?

I obviously thought it was because I made it. but would I feel the same about a work that was written doing something similar? probably not. I think that would make me quite uncomfortable in most situations. but there’s something about visual art that makes it slightly different that I have trouble articulating -- something about how the visual often seeks to illustrate parallels or ideas, whereas writing characters as a different religion can fundamentally change who those characters are, the world they inhabit, etc. in a more... invasive?? way. that’s still not quite right, but I genuinely am not sure how to explain what i mean! I hope the general idea comes across. ><

something else to think about is like, what are pieces I find acceptable and why?

what makes the pieces above that reference christian imagery different than this stunning nieyao piece by @cyandemise after klimt’s kiss? (warnings for like, dead bodies and vague body horror) like i ADORE this piece (PLEASE click for fullview it’s worth it for the quality). it’s incredibly beautiful and evocative and very obviously references a piece of european art. I have no problem with it. why? because it isn’t explicitly christian? it’s still deeply entrenched in western canon. klimt certainly made other pieces that were explicit christian references.

another piece I’d like to invite you all to consider is this incredible naruto fanart of sakura and ino beheading sasuke after caravaggio’s judith. (warnings for beheading, blood, etc. you know.) i also adore this piece! i think it’s very good both technically and conceptually. the reference that it makes has a real power when viewed in relation to the roles of the characters in their original story -- seeing the women that sasuke fucked over and treated so disrespectfully collaborating in his demise Says Something. this is also!! an explicitly christian reference made with non-christian japanese characters. is this okay? does it evoke the same discomfort as seeing mdzs characters being drawn with christian iconography? why or why not?

the point is, I don’t think there’s a neat answer, but I do think there are a lot of interesting issues surrounding cultural erasure/hegemony that are raised by this question. i don’t think there are easy resolutions to any of them either, but I think that it’s a good opportunity to reexamine our own discomfort and try and see where it comes from. all emotions are valid but not all are justified etc. so I try to ask, is it fair? do i apply my criticisms and standards equally? why or why not? does it do real harm, or do i just not like it? what makes one work okay and another not?

i’ve felt that there’s a real danger with the kind of like, deep moral scrutiny of recent years in quashing interesting work in the name of fear. this morality tends to be expressed in black and white, good and bad dichotomies that i really do think stymies meaningful conversation and progress. you’ll often see angry takes that boil down to things like, “POC good, queer people good, white people bad, christianity bad” etc. without a serious critical examination of the actual issues at hand. I feel that these are extraordinarily harmful simplifications that can lead to an increased insularity that isn’t necessarily good for anyone. there’s a fine line between asking people to stay in their lane and cultural gatekeeping sometimes, and I think that it’s something we should be mindful of when we’re engaging in conversations about cultural erasure, appropriation etc.

PERHAPS IT IS OBVIOUS that I have no idea where that line falls LMAO since after all that rambling I have given you basically nothing. but! I hope that you found it interesting at least, and that it gives you a bit more material to think on while you figure out where you stand ahaha.

was this just an excuse to show off cool (fan)art i like? maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(ko-fi)

[mileyjassie]

ασφαλής "safe".

Art made by @jasperiine

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Drama.

Word count: 3.4k

Synopsis: You're a artist who fell in love with a statue that came back to life, you're both deep in love, but, since his curiosity and lack of trust make you feel betrayed you leave him behind and now he's searching for you to give him another chance while having to learn how to live in the modern world.

Author's note: I wrote this thinking about the history of eros and psyche, I hope you enjoy reading it.

My lovely one, learn to love, my Psyche.

You saw him for the first time when the golden, warm light of the sunset rested on top of his white, smooth shape, made of marble, finished with genuine perfection.

Few saw how magnificent he was, very few looked into his empty eyes and his well-sculpted lips and saw the true beauty that arose from his presence.

"Bullshit" You were told, some without malice, just disinterested, clearly you did not understand such ignorance, but said nothing because you knew that only you had the gift of seeing life in his curves. In this way, thus, you also avoided the jealousy that you felt trembling and going out of your ears when false words of admiration left the mouths of those who only longed for their own artistic contemplation.

You came back for him, sometimes alone, sometimes accompanied by a friend or more, those seeing him for the first time as well as other masterpieces...or those who knew him well, these keeping company since they knew that your path to him was inevitable.

You particularly admired it when you were alone, not many around cared about the time you spent, seeing you sitting on the floor below his figure, doodling or painting in your sketchbook.

It was a habit, a hobby, a kind of meditation, which brought you calm.

"You love him." One of your friends smiled, dictating a fact, not a joke. They knew it, saw it in your eyes and thought it was amusing, the artistic love and appreciation you had. "You keeps drawing this statue, you always comes to see him. This is a little strange." Smiled once more, receiving shakes and confirmations from the rest.

"Maybe I'm in love" You lifted a shoulder, hiding your furtive gaze to show your back and look again at the marble sculpture that lay just ahead.

His fingers touched his stomach differently, his nails were medium and square, you had drawn them several times, from all angles.

"Why don't you ask him out?" The question slid past you, you laughed quietly with it, as if it tickled you. "Why don't you ask him to marry you?"

"I already asked." You turned around again, to see them and shrug. "But he never answered me. I think I will wait forever." Laughter was spreading across the area as you sat next to them with crossed legs. "I think I was rejected..."

"He's making a fool of you."

"You think?" You turned your face, looking the marble marks.

"Do it again."

You narrowed your eyes, hiding your good mood.

"Should I?"

"Ask him again, persist, give him a kiss..."

You were surprised by the excitement that grew out of silence. They all wanted to indulge in entertainment, they wanted a scene to excite them.

You looked at the greek statue that persisted in its elaborate pose, you always wondered if he was seeing something, if he was warning something or if he was sacrificing himself for others. He looked like a petrified hero.

You put your hand on your face, pretending to blush at the indications and flirting suggestions that were being thrown at you.

You left them behind, walking like a lost maiden in the vast hall that you were at, even though there were no obstacles as far the statue in the column on the other side was, you pretended to be naive, meeting him by mistake.

"Oh" You exclaimed, hearing the giggles behind you. "Are you, my love? The one who calls for me?"

When you noticed that only your friends were the viewers, you were bold to go up on the marked block of marble, climbing your fingers through the fabric sculpted by a miraculous genius that covered part of his trunk and legs, listening to some cheeky "hm's".

"I'm here" you touched his cheek, looking at his lips. "I heard you cry out for help. I came to rescue you, my sweet angel."

Your friends hugged each other restlessly, hissing at each other for the romance scene they saw you star in. You tried not to lose focus, not to leave the character you created to satisfy your childish follies.

You closed your eyes just a little, seeing the simple details of his face while allowing your lips to touch the cold, rough surface of the marble, but you closed your eyes for a quick instant, really feeling like an real actress, like an true artist and lover of beauty.

When you heard gasps you didn't care so much, yet you were confused enough, the moment your eyes opened, you saw him inhale deeply and loudly, his eyelids trembling in half-blinkings, his arms resting around you, without strength, totally fragile.

His dark eyes remained stuck in yours, tired in your arms.

His parted lips made the sound you had fantasized about for so long.

"T...Thanks for saving me..."

For an instant the hall was lost, it was empty, silent, private. That was when you realized that you were indifferent about the situation, already astonished when it came to the boy.

His appearance filled you with tenderness, and in the same way filled you with sadness. It was like this?...Was like this how Hades felt when he first saw Persephone?

You took off your coat, covering the boy with blond, tousled hair, already kneeling and hiding himself in the fabric that covered his lower body.

"Are you coming with me, all right?" You murmured gently, waiting for his approval, receiving a innocent look, a little scared, but still seemed to trust what you weree saying. He nodded, accepting your help to stand and get off the block.

The reaction of the friends sitting on the floor on the other side was already expected, and you didn't blame them for that, you could be like that, but for some reason you chose not to be.

You didn't say goodbye to the others, you didn't think to do that at any time. You only had eyes for him.

You prepared him a hot bath, after that you gave him something to eat and offered him your own bed to rest, and you didn't ask for anything in return for that, on the opposite, you gave him the space he needed, nothing you asked for or waited for.

The next day, very early in the morning, a cold but well-lit morning, you woke up when he approached slowly, looking at your face silently and carefully.

"Are not you curious?... Don't you want to ask me anything?" He said calmly, however, curious.

"If that is your will, then I believe I am going to. If it is not, then I will not do it." You sat down, watching him for a while, wondering if he could hear your heart beat so hard. "You look comfortable, that's enough for me."

You stood up, standing beside him, running your fingertips along his side, just touching the woolen fabric of the long sweater you gave him to use.

"If you want to tell me something, just look for me." You whispered, walking away.

"My name is Soonyoung. They called me Hoshi."

You smiled to yourself, very satisfactorily.

"Hoshi... This name I know." You turned around, he did the same.

"For all this time I waited for someone to set me free. I felt alone, often empty... however" He came over, holding his own fingers "You have made me less lonely many days lately, I hoped you could save me... and you did. "

You felt your face flush, but you remained neutral, not wanting to waste his words.

"I just have to thank you." He said at last, making your shoulders relax with his sweetness.

You approached slowly, doing the same with the hand you brought to the side of his face.

"You are my greatest inspiration. I can only thank you for simply having this indescribable beauty that I have been drowning with for so long."

His lips parted in surprise, eyebrows trembled and the top of his ears burned in a vicious pink for your pupils.

Soonyoung had no more expressive reactions after that, so you left him again, not wanting to scare him with the infinite admiration that you had kept inside your head for so long.

"You're gonna have all the care you need. You are safe, Hoshi, calm your spirit."

"I hope..."

You turned around to find his body standing a little far, still trapped in his own imaginary space.

"I hope the gods make you the happiest woman in the world."

You touched his hand, taking him with you to your favorite room, leaving your shyness to satisfy his wishes.

"I know I told you many times not to go out, but I know you need hobbies and here I am providing you with my tools."

Soonyoung observed the room, he seemed impressed with the amount of materials, also happy to have something to do.

You showed him your canvases and your paints, your brushes and pencils, you took him to your table and made him sit down, leaving your hands lightly on his broad shoulders.

"I give you all my sketchbooks, I give you all my secrets, so I hope you find the peace that I find in you."

"Are you going to let me see everything? Are you sure about that?" He asked indecisively, he seemed to imagine all kinds of things that you could have drawn of him. He was right.

You moved your hands up his neck, sinking your fingers into his light, soft hair.

"I don't want to hide what is rightfully yours..."

You lowered yourself to the side of his face, resting your hands on his arms, with a low sigh his face turned towards yours, allowing you two to touch your lips.

You held his jaw, his hands finding your forearms to make you sit on his lap.

You held his face in your hands, noticing him looking for more contact by embracing your waist with one arm and with the other hand holding the back of your thigh.

You parted from his mouth with a foolish smile, receiving a soft smile from the boy in return.

"Do you love me that much? Do you swear to really love me?" He asked hopefully, blushing when you pecked his lips again.

"I'm doing all of this for you."

You stroked his hair, getting up to fetch some new books and putting them in order on the table.

"I have some books keeped, but I noticed that you have read most of them quickly because you were so vague and bored" You looked down, but he didn't seem to notice, he had curious eyes and hands on the books. "Many of them are to study, they are boring if I have to say. So I bought new ones, I hope you like it, I don't think you will be bored with these."

"I am so gratefull." He stood up, hugging you tight, you returned the gesture, completely overwhelmed.

"I am very happy, and extremely grateful, but still curious..."

You looked for his eyes, not understanding what still disturbed him.

"Tell me, my angel."

His hands lightly squeezed your arms, stroking for a moment.

"There is a room, always locked. You always gave me the freedom to explore your house, I didn't want to seem invasive anyway, that's why I never asked..."

You looked away.

"Don't go in there or ask me about it again, okay?" You smiled at the boy, he didn't seem to understand why you were avoiding it.

"Why can't I know what you're hiding there? What are you afraid of me finding out?"

You walked away from Soonyoung, stopping by the doorframe.

"I am giving you everything I have, I am giving you all my love and I asked you for nothing in return, so I warn you, my angel, if you let yourself be led by your curiosity, in the end you will be betraying my trust..."

You saw him press his lips and hide his regretful look, but he said nothing to you, so you left him in the room alone.

It was late at night when you woke up slowly in the void of dawn, trying to understand what disturbed you, if those sounds were of your fear or really true.

You got up, even leaving your room barefoot, wishing you didn't find him awake as you feared every night.

He had stolen you key, opened the room door that you had warned him to stay away, and hidden in the dark. He acted behind your back.

You found him with a tightness in your chest, disappointment was the only word that could describe the pure melancholy that was born in your heart, since you had nothing to hide but your good intentions.

The newspapers were on the table in the small office filled with photos of his sculpture. His eyes lit up on the news, messages, controversies on the computer screen. My friends being part of his miracle in interviews and publications, none of them stabbed or handed me over.

All the chaos that his disappearance brought to your life, all the situations where you had to repress yourself to protect him, emails filling your patience every day, all this you hid from him so that he wouldn't suffer from this turbulent new life. You did it to love you freely, you did it to love him freely.

Soonyoung looked at you confused, maybe sorry to find that nothing bad you hid. It was the opposite, you were protecting him.

"You were thinking about me, my love... I'm sorry."

"You betrayed me, Soonyoung, you betrayed my feelings, the trust I had in you." You watched him from a distance, in a way that you never would have, he noticed, and got hurt.

You walked away when he came to you in search of reconciliation, of affection, but you could not treat him with the same adoration that washed over him at all times.

Even if he killed you inside, you could not deny the sadness that possessed you thoughts, you left him behind, abandoned him, because you could not bear the truth that the love he felt for you weighed much less than the love you felt for him.

"Forgive me" he murmured with red eyes, you don't know if he was afraid to see you go.

You covered yourself with a thick coat, trying to escape his cold hands.

"Don't go, my darling, don't leave me!"

"I cannot stay, because if I look into your eyes I will not hold on, I will not be able to not forgive you, and this is not what my heart is asking so loudly at this moment." You said, sad to let go of his fingers, but so eager to go away. "Don't wait for me, I'm running away." You said at last, leaving your home behind.

"How long do you intend to run away?" One of my friends asked me, in which she gave me shelter, a little upset "Didn't say you loved him?"

You curled up on the upholstery, looking out the window at the blue sky.

"I'm so sad that you could never imagine my pain. Did I make a mistake? Shouldn't I have adored him so much?" You turned to the girl who was adjusting her belongings over the dressing table, not much distracted by your regrets.

"You cry so much but you do not accept to hear about the boy, you do not have the courage to know what our friends are doing with him. You, my friend, so fearless and passionate in the past, now do not seem more than a coward."

You closed your eyes with force and embarrassment, her criticisms hit you like sharp arrows that burned in harsh truths.

"Well, tell me, what did you do to him?" You got up, sitting in front of her on the bed, plagued by dark idealizations. "What are you getting him through?"

"Your friends care about you, but they were touched by the boy, who exudes empathy and sincerity" She approached, indifferent about your feelings, straightening your clothes and hair as if it were a simple morning conversation. "They challenged him to face the world, called him a parasite, ordered him to get a career, a job."

You gasped, astonished by the news, the boy who they said feeling empathy with barely knew how to use a computer and was being led to take unknown paths.

"How scared must my love be?"

"Don't whine having ignored his existence until now." She said impatiently, not letting go of your locks. "You need to stop talking and learn to listen."

"So tell me quickly, hurry up!"

"As I said before, the boy exudes sympathy and soon there was a charismatic reaction in our friends. Noting that he spoke weird, the first decided to teach him to speak correctly, taught him new words and practiced for days, holding on and becoming his closest friend."

You smiled, being interrupted before you mentioned any dazzle.

"The second soon realized that different clothes he didn't have, and being our richest friend was more than happy to buy new clothes for the boy who was so humble and listener. Gave him a new haircut, a set for every type of occasion and perfumes, and I have to confess "She sighed, rolling her eyes, taking her hands out of your hair. "I found it capriciously exaggerated, however, despite being disappointed I feel not surprised."

Noticing how obedient you remained and seeing the anxiety spilling out of your eyes, it didn't take long to proceed.

"Our third friend found out that he knew nothing about the new ways, that walking on the street could not do it alone and that the loud noises made him afraid. That good-hearted friend you have, gave part of the days to take care of the feelings and fears of your beloved, until walking on the sidewalks between crowds and witt cars disturbing your ears were no longer a problem."

You felt your shoulders relax, in incredible inner peace, until you looked up again.

"And you? What did you do?"

She looked at you from the corner, wickedness overflowing through her feline eyes.

"He got the job, now he works as a guide at the city museum, the same museum that you kissed him and left us behind." She paced the room with a sly smile, going over her belongings on the dressing table, going to the high desk by the window. "How can a dependent man like him be by your side if he falls apart when he sees you go? So weak, so sensitive. If he thinks he will have you at all times, I want him to know that it won't be like that, sometime you will have to leave him behind to come to us, the same I say inversely. "

She let the perversity spill and disappear, returning to being the controlled and wise girl from before.

"Did you ever see us flounce when you left us for the boy?" She looked at me, satisfied with my small negative head wave "On the contrary, there was no interference, we are more than that, we are free from blind attachments."

She sat down again, combing your hair back.

"My responsibility was to make him find you, that's what I was asked to do and I agreed, but to be honest, I didn't do anything." She shrugged, self-sufficient. "I said that the only way he would have to find you would have to be on his own, I didn't teach how to handle electronics, I didn't give tips, I didn't give a single picture of you."

You squeezed your eyebrows ready to complain, ready to defend the boy, but regretting the moment you saw her narrow eyes waiting for the cries she was listening these days.

You bowed your head, not knowing what to say or ask.

"Are you proud of him?"

You lifted your head, agreeing with a slight smile.

"I am."

"He worked hard for you, I'm not surprised, I really like him too."

You looked at her quickly with the comment she made, finding her face turned.

"He has earned our trust. But it is not our approval that he needs at the moment." She stood up, going to the window, being surprised, giving birth to an amused smile. "What are you waiting for to find him? Isn't your pain already healed?"

You raised your eyebrows, asking with euphoria rising in your chest. "He is outside?"

She nodded, you jumped out of bed quickly, out into the hall and down the stairs. Was that the reason you were getting ready all this time? You smiled at the thought.

When you were on the sidewalk of the house, you stopped for a moment to find him, but you saw no familiar silhouette, there were some civilians and gentlemen nearby selling fruits but you didn't find the boy you were looking for.

A soft and insecure hand touched your shoulder, you turned with the gesture, in a trance to find his dark hair, but his same sharp eyes staring at you with hope.

You got dizzy with the new details, with the accessories, with the denim jacket, with the sneakers, with the earrings, it didn't look like him, but it was him.

You looked down, seeing his hands holding one of your sketchbooks, a drawing of your face on it, an old self-portrait of an impatient sketch you did once.

He smiled widely, even letting out a laugh.

"You came back to me, my angel!" He said cheerfully, his voice filling the longing you felt, giving you chills for using the nickname you gave him and, of course, with the new pronunciation.

You gladly received his tight embrace, not wanting to loosen your grip on his body, after all you never wanted to stop loving him, not even for a single moment.

"You are the one who found me, love. You finally found me."

"Forgive me for what I did, I will never betray you again, soon you will see that it is more than possible for us to live happily, so come back with me..." he said muffled against your hair, hiding his face in your neck.

You stroked his hair, bringing his face close to yours, brushing lips and watching his small eyes narrow in anticipation for the first kiss so far.

"I know that, dear, and I forgive you. Because I love you."

𝒇𝒊𝒏.

[girlandthedarkness]

Lin Beifong x Reader

kind of a sequel to this headcanon with Lin Beifong

The advantage to be the Avatar's friend is that you not only travel different places with her, you as well make a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. So it's not a surprise that you joined the search for new airbenders after the Harmonic Convergence. You were glad to find new airbenders with Korra and her friends, you thought that Lin will be against that, but she tells you to do what you please.

- Are you not mad? You ask thoughtful

- You know I never could be mad at you, also, spirits know, this group need someone who can think. She said with a small smile.

The journey was intense, and without any success, only one airbender has joined you. Ba Sing Se was even a bigger mess, the queen holds airbenders hostage for her own army, the blood in your veins was boiling. How dare she hold these people? You thought nothing could calm you down, It was until you saw your girlfriend who notice your anger and sadness. She learns about your situation and warns Korra about Red Lotus, whose members had escaped. Later, when the airbenders were safe, she holds you in her arms while you let all the emotions through tears.

- I saw enough of Ba Sing Se, remind me never to come here. You said while Lin just let a small laugh.

You were so excited when you heard that another airbender was found in a city entire made of metal. But you knew something was wrong the moment you saw Lin's face when she heard about Zaofu. Her frown became even deeper and she looked rather annoyed, insisting to turn back to Republic City. You stayed silent as Korra and Lin had a fight about if they should return to Republic City or collect a new airbender. They decided the last one.

- Something's wrong? You asked when you two retired to yours shared room.

She sighs heavily and gives you a painful glance, instinctive you pulled her closer to your body and give her a bear hug, so she knew that you're here for her.

- It's ok if you don't want to talk about it. You said concerned

- There's someone in Zaofu that I don't want to come face to face with. she said so low that it was almost a whisper

- Who? You question impatiently

- My sister.

When you arrived in Zaofu, Lin chose to remain inside the airship, instructing the group to not tell that she came along with them. You roll your eyes, the last night the only thing she told you was that she doesn’t want to face her sister because of a big conflict they had in the past. You tried to reason her why she should encounter her sibling, but she was way too stubborn to see your point.

Aiwei show you the city, the statue of Toph Beifong, who invented the metal bending. You with Bolin were so thrilled to see the city, their buildings and architecture.

 - You are so lucky to date the Toph's daughter. He said, whispering to you.

You giggle at these words

- Well, you lucky enough to try and learn the metal bending, at this word he let a deep sigh

- I hope.

You meet the matriarch of the city at dance rehearsal, you let a surprised sigh, because she looks so much like Lin, perhaps both of them look very much like Toph? Probably you never saw her in real life, only the statues and some portraits in the books.

Suyin named all of your group members, giving you a smile.

- I heard you are a wonderful healer?

- Yes, she is, the answer for you Korra, but also one of the best fighters. You heard a tone of pride in her voice and suddenly you felt shy.

Your discussion was interrupted by Aiwei who leans to Suyin and whispered something in her ear. You frown deeply when you saw that, looking at you Korra smiles, because this face reminds her so much of a certain Police Chief. But you realized they knew there was someone else on the ship, because of the seismic sense, such being the case why you could never give Lin sneak hugs.

- Aiwei says that there is someone on your ship?

- I told you Y/N, its Chief Beifong, for some reason she didn't want to come with us?

- Lin is here?

- Do you know her? Ask Korra dumbfounded

- Didn't she told you about me? Y/N notice the hurt in her voice

- Suyin is her sister, Lin's sister. You offer clarity

After the reveal, everyone suddenly developed the ability to walk fast, you barely could to hold the pace. They rushed so fast, that you were the last one to enter. When you come into the ship the intense atmosphere could be almost touched. Two Beifong's siblings gaze at one another and then the hell gets loose. They accused each other of so many things, such as tearing apart the family, Suyin accused her sister of not making any contacts with her in thirty years. You saw the almost ashamed stare in Lin's eyes at this word, so you moved to her side to bring a little bit of comfort since everybody looked for some reason so betrayed.

- Y/N why don't you tell us? Wonder Bolin

- I thought you didn't have secrets from me?  Korra asks a little bit hurt

At first she was shocked when you reveal your relationships with Chief Beifong, after that she enjoyed to tease you about it. But then the reality hit her, you started to spend so much time with Chief Beifong, that she internally always rolls her eyes. Isn't chief very busy woman? It bugs her how you depart from her, she was so happy to spend some time with you at home, but then Unalaq happened. She was relieved when you decided to help them to find the new airbenders, but then Chief joined them and it was once again you and Lin.

- I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, you started to apologize, but that's not my secret to decide to reveal it or not. Also, I thought we came here to meet the airbender? You try to pretend you don't see Su's intense gaze.

- It's my daughter, Opal. Finally said Suyin

You were holding Lin's forearm, while Suyin decided to introduce her family, you wonder if it's for the whole group or only for Lin. She started with her twin sons, Wei and Wing, who were playing power disk, something they invented. She proceeds to introduce to Huan, a metal bending sculptor, to his delight you let go of the Chief hand to take a closer look at his work.

- It's so beautiful and unusual, you smiled when you heard a small noise produced by Lin.

- Finally, said with pride Huan, someone who understands art.

While Suyin takes you to meet her daughter you came closer to Korra.

- Listen, I'm sorry that I didn't say to you anything, but as I said it's not my secret.

- Well of course it's not, it was yours and Beifong's secret, one of the many I guess. She said with a huff

- What do you mean? You looked puzzled

- I'm ok that you two dating, I'm even ok that Chief keeps her secrets, but you are my friend and I met you first, she said, looking at Lin who clearly could hear them, the last one rolled her eyes.

- I'm still your friend and I care about you, I'm sorry that I didn't pay you a lot of attention. You said sadly

- No Y/N, I'm sorry, Korra stoped you while everyone keeps moving, I guess I'm just a little bit jealous, she gazed ashamed to ground.

- I guess we both are guilty. You said, taking Korra in a warm embrace that she returned.

You meet Opal soon after, the young woman expresses so much of delight over meeting her aunt. But still mad at her sister Lin dismissed girl's joy, receiving a disapproving look from you. On the other hand, you are pleasant to encounter with her.

- I like your hairstyle, she said with a smile

- I can try to make you a similar one.

- So we have the airbender, we should turn back to Republic City where I can protect Korra from members of the Red Lotus. Your chatter was interrupted by Lin.

- Zaofu is the safest city in the world, I assure you, Avatar Korra is secure here.

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You admired the Huan's sculptures when you saw a shadow approaching you.

- There's something stunning in metal, you said while turn around to see Suyin, perhaps the way sun reflex on it.

- Bolin said you see my sister. She said with a small smile

- By see you mean dating? You chuckle.

- So it's true, I never thought she would find someone who will bear her.

- She's not how you all portray her, just because she doesn’t show off all of her emotions, don't mean she is evil and have none. You rant, not in the mood to listen how your girlfriend is bad.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything malicious, but sometimes she's so stubborn. She let a long sigh from her lungs.

- Well, I'm pretty sure not only her since you had such a big fight that destroyed your relationships. You said still defensively of Lin

- You right, I guess we didn't just inherit earthbending from our mother. She said with a smile, that you return. After that the silence fell between you two.

- I want to make up for the way we meet today, do you know how?

- I need to know as much embarrassing stories as you can recall about Lin. You said with a sly smile on your face.

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It was early morning, the early fight between two Beifongs still fresh in your head, you were so scared that they will hurt each other. But when Lin lost her consciousness, your heart skipped a beat, you tried to heal her, but except some small scratches, she is physically healthy. It was a deep emotional wound, that sadly your healing can't even touch. You smile slightly at the peaceful face, no frowning, just Lin. You saw her eyes moving underneath her eyelids.

- How many times should I say to not look at me while I'm sleeping, I can feel it. She said without any malice

-You scared me to death, you get closer to her body on the bed

- I'm sorry, she said while she opened fully her eyes and moved her head to your chest

- How do you feel?

- Relieved.

- Do you want to talk about it?

- Maybe other times, did you even get any sleep? She asks with a concern in her voice

- I couldn't, not until I'm sure you're alright.

She lifts her head from your chest and look at your face.

- You look ill, she said with a small smile. I think you need to sleep.

With that word she switches your position and now your head is on her chest. You raise your head to give a kiss on her lips, after you settled down, she kissed you on the cheek

- Goodnight Lin. You said almost falling asleep

- Goodnight Y/n. she put you closer drifting away as well.

A/N: “Kinda cheesy end, but this woman deserves some happiness. It was supposed to be a comfort Lin small fanfic, but it gets out of my hands and become my biggest English work”