#i'm playing around a lot on canva lately

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2 movies i rewatched and a new one, 2 new albums and 2 novels from the month of september!

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#11 k. mccabe— LUNCH.

content: pussy eating (both receiving), face humping (k receiving) lots of kissing and making out lol, fingering (r receiving), public/beach sex, groping, drinking wine, tattoos, grumpy morning! reader, top!Katie, bottom!reader

warnings: mentions of tattoos, tabloids posting personal info/photos, mentions of a dvd player bc I'm old and still use them

synopsis: A much needed rest day has finally come for you and your girlfriend. She's got everything planned out for you both, from a secret appointment, to a movie date, and finally treating you to a nice lunch on the beach.

requested: yes

word count: 5.6k

!! MINORS DNI!! 18+ CONTENT

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An arm sliding around your waist is what you notice first in your daze of slumber. Your mind still hasn’t caught up yet, too focused on how cozy the bed is. But suddenly you’re being pulled to the middle of the mattress, your back hitting a chest as you snuggle into the warmth. You swear you could pass back out even easier now, the new heat source making you even more comfortable. It had been a long night celebrating your anniversary, especially since you both had a game first. You’d won 4-1 Arsenal, so the girls gladly helped you party the night away…but today is about doing all the things you weren’t free to do alone yesterday. 

“Time to get up, my darling.” Katie’s voice is always so thick with her accent first thing in the morning. The raspiness always gets to you, and she knows it, too. She’s often taken full advantage of your weakness for her morning voice. She loves whispering the dirtiest of things into your ears at the crack of dawn and letting her hands roam across your body, teasing you until you’re begging for her touch. Then she’ll flip it on you, clicking her tongue as she scolds you for running you both late to practice. “What am I gonna do with you, pretty girl? Always making us late.”

You turn around in her hold, burying your face into her neck as she starts to rub your back. The early ambiance of the outside world slowly creeps inside, like the birds chirping and cars starting to fill up the streets. You can still smell the body wash she used last night on her skin, taking in a deep breath of it as you exhale in a sleepy sigh, “Five more minutes, please baby.”

“Okay, hun..but only five more. Then we gotta get ready for the day, alright?” She’s met with a small snore from between your lips. Already back to being dead to the world in her arms. Her chest shakes with a silent laugh at that, trying not to disturb you before your times up. Katie slowly pulls your head back, resting it on her pillow so she can examine your face. There have been many days where she’s watched you sleep. Not in a creepy way, but in an endearing way. She’d often wake up before you and just admire how beautiful you look while deep in slumber. You’re like a piece of art lying perfectly in motion, her personal Mona Lisa who stepped out of the painting. Gripping the canvas as you pulled your way to be in the world of the living and took refuge in her heart. You’ve burrowed your way into her soul, carved out a spot there, and made a permanent home…but she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

She knew you’d be trouble for her the first day you attended practice after signing with Arsenal. Strolling right in with that perfect smile on your dumb gorgeous face, and effectively distracting her for all of warm-ups. She’d gone pretty hard on you that first day during drills, taking the frustrations of her attraction out on the pitch. And after all the teasing, slide tackles, and pushes she’d sent your way, that still didn’t stop you from coming over in the locker room and telling her she played well that day. A hand extended to shake hers and that stupid smile appeared back on your face, making her heart almost burst out of her chest (for about the tenth time that day). Katie swears to this day that her brain short-circuited at that moment. You were standing in front of her covered in grass and dirt stains, and she had been the cause of them….but you still looked like a goddess standing before her, reaching out an olive branch in the shape of your perfectly painted nails. 

For the first time in her life, Katie McCabe was rendered speechless. Blubbering her mouth silently like a fish out of water before jutting her hand out to take yours. As you shook hands all Katie could concentrate on was how soft your skin was, like an invitation to never let go. You giggled while watching her, “You’re cute.” 

As you slipped away from her, she stood frozen in place, like a deer caught in headlights. You turned at the door before you left, shooting her that paralyzing smile one last time, “See you on the pitch, McCabe…and close your mouth. Wouldn’t want our star defender catching any flies now would we?” And just like that you were gone out of the room, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her frontal cortex shattered onto the floor below her. 

It’s hard to believe it’s been a little over five years since then, and only four months since the proposal. You’re both currently living in your little bubble of love. Deciding together to keep the engagement to yourselves for at least two more months. The secrecy of sharing such an exciting and intimate moment from everyone in your lives has been fueling A LOT of sex between the two of you. In the locker room showers, the club meeting room, and numerous bathrooms or broom closets of whatever establishments the two of you have occupied. 

Katie sighs looking back at the clock, she’s already let you sleep an extra 10 minutes now. She knows how you are though, especially first thing in the morning. You’re usually her walking sunshine, radiating light off you everywhere you go. But you’re always her frumpy grump in the morning (as she likes to call you.) A frown and a furrow between your brows settle into your features as your sleepy eyes try to shut at any given moment. You’ve run into many, many walls that way..so Katie came up with a solution a few years back when you started living together: carrying you around like a koala bear until you can walk and function on your own.

Her arms secure you in her grip, hoisting you up as you stay sound asleep in her hold. She starts walking to the bathroom, knowing when she sits you on the counter it’s gonna wake you up. She turns the hot water in the shower on first, letting it warm up as she gets you up enough to hop in with her. The cold marble lights goosebumps across your skin as you jolt alive wakeful, your eyes snapping open to the bright lights above you. Your hips go to lift your thighs off the freezing countertop, but Katie’s hands stop you, pushing you to sit back down. Her hands slip under your shirt as you shiver at the feeling of her ring sliding across your warm skin, leaving a tingly feeling behind in its wake. 

A kiss graces the pulse point on your neck, Katie’s lips lingering as you start leaning into her more. The soft sucks and nips from her teeth start warming you up slowly. Like a fire brewing in your belly the more she teases you. She leans back for a second to pull you into a searing kiss, her nails digging into the skin of your waist now. It’s the kind of kiss that takes your breath away, leaves your face red, and panting for some fresh air when you pull apart. Katie pulls back enough to speak against your lips, “Time to get up and shower, sleepyhead.” 

Your face drops back into those distinct telltale signs that you’re frustrated. That’s made even more apparent by the way you cross your arms over your chest and let a scoff out into her face. Katie just smiles at you, used to your stink of an attitude in the morning after so many years. Honestly, at this point, if you ever woke up this early with a smile on your face she’d be racing you to the ER for a full workup of your brain. “You did not kiss me like that JUST so I’d get in the shower,” you narrow your eyes at her as you say it. “Are you saying I stink, McBabe?” you push her shoulder lightly with a pout on your lips. 

“Only your tude, darling….but your hair is looking a little doolally,” she says with a grimace on her face. The little smirk at the corner of her mouth gives way to her joking nature underneath though. You open your mouth to say something else all prickly, but she cuts you off with her fingers wiggling across your middle. Then she starts attacking you in flurry of kisses, all over your face as you struggle to get away from her.

“K-Kate! Katie s-stop!” Your hands come up to push at her stomach and chest, loud laughs ripping from your mouth as she relentlessly tickles you on the counter. “Pl-Please baby! Ok-Okay! I’ll get in t-the shower!” 

She pulls back at that, her infectious grin mirroring your own as she starts taking your clothes off. Leaving little kisses on your body as she concludes stripping you. She reaches for her shorts, but you slap her hand away. “Let me, love. Only fair that I repay the favor.” 

Your lips slot onto hers as your hands slip down her toned abdomen and start pulling her sleep shorts down her legs. No time is wasted as you instantly reach back up and take the band of her underwear into your fingertips. You rub the material through your fingers for a second, admiring the softness before they follow the path of her bottoms around her ankles. 

Then you’re gasping into her mouth as she’s backing you up into the counter you’d just been plucked off of. The articles of clothing that had taken home around her feet now kicked to the side, ironically right in front of the laundry bin. Her grip on your now bare hips disappears as she pulls away from your makeout. Using her now free hands to pull her sports bra off and toss it somewhere to be picked up later from the floor. 

She picks you back up, letting you wrap your legs around her waist as she leads you both to the now steaming shower. “I’m making you drive if all the hot water’s gone.”

Katie lightly slaps your ass as a response. The warm water surrounds you as she closes the door behind you both. She lowers you to stand on your own, hugging your back to her front as you both submerge under the downpour of the showerhead. “I’m always gonna be the one driving anyways darling, we both know that.” 

“Oh yeah? Says who?” 

“Says you miss pro passenger princess! I can’t remember one time you’ve ever sat in the drivers seat while we’ve been together…unless we’re counting when you’re on my lap while you let me–” 

“Okay! I get it, I get it!” You turn around and place a hand over her mouth, laughing as you come to terms with your new title. Deciding to tease her back a bit for causing the blush dusting your cheeks, “Don’t have to do a play-by-play for me. I know you love those, but leave our sex life out of your pregame rituals- EW KATIE!” 

She’s the one laughing now, smirking as she flicks her tongue back out at you. “That’s so gross, babe! My poor hand with your morning breath germs all over it!”

“Oh shut up! Acting like that same tongue wasn’t shoved inside your cunt less than 12 hours ago and been in your mouth ever since your pretty little eyes peeled open.” 

Your mouth shuts closed at that, the red on your cheeks deepening as you hide your face with your hands. “Okay, I’m not gonna argue with you there,” you breathe out between your fingers. You’re met with a kiss to the forehead as Katie pulls your hands away, chuckling as you reveal a small frown to her. 

“Turn around you goober, I’ll wash your hair. We really can’t mess around now or we’re gonna be late for our appointment,” she says while reaching for your shampoo. 

It’s always so relaxing when she does your hair for you some days. You used to always laugh at first because it reminded you of Charles from Brooklyn99 so badly. She never understood when you’d just burst out giggling like a madman and when she’d ask you’d just reply, “The most intimate thing you can do for a lover is wash their hair!” 

When you finally got her to agree to watch the show about a year after the shower routine started, she almost choked on her popcorn when she heard him say it. Yeah, she definitely chased you around the house before tackling you to the couch and tickling you as a punishment for making fun of her popcorn hazard. She really does love to use it as her weapon of certain surrender…because after five seconds you’re begging for a truce. 

The hints of apple and honey fill your nostrils as Katie’s fingers massage the cream into your scalp, pulling soft relieved sighs from your lips. She can physically see your body relax into hers at the act. She’d never admit it to you, but this really is the most intimate act she’s ever done with a lover…and it’s reserved just for you– promised forever now. 

“All finished, booger!” 

You turn around as she starts loading up her loofa, taking it from her grasp as you start doing it for her. It starts out innocently– it really does, okay! But like most things with Katie, they don’t stay that way for long. You can’t help but fall to your knees as the loofa runs clean water down her body now, the last of the suds swirling down the drain. “What are you doing, doll? I told you we can’t waste any more time messing around,” her hand comes to rest on the top of your head.

“And I told you I’d repay the favor last night, and I think we’ve established I don’t like leaving empty promises, baby.” Your hands run up her legs, stopping to run your nails up her inner thighs. The hand on your head turns into fingers in your hair as she lets a growl out, pulling your head up. “Stick your tongue out, darling.” 

You do as she says, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. Her hand moves more towards the back of your head as she pushes your face into her cunt, her shoulders hitting the cold tiles as she guides your head. Her nipples get hard from the contact off the wall, a shiver running down her spine as you start sucking on her clit. Your hands go up to grab her hips, trying to ground yourself as you get lost in the taste of her. 

“Just like that, fuck babe.” She’s gritting her teeth now, planting her footing before grinding her pussy down onto your mouth. “Open your– fuck! Open your eyes for me, love.”

And Jesus fuck you had to fight the urge to let them roll into the back of your skull when you do. She’s staring down at you with those alluring eyes, her long wet hair thrown onto one shoulder, and her abs flexing as she grinds down onto your eager mouth. You moan just at the sight, flicking your tongue on her clit as you let one of your hands come down to replace it. Then you push your tongue inside of her, desperate for a true taste of what you know she has to offer. 

“Pussy drunk aren’t you, darling?” she laughs out, holding you completely still as she puts a little more pressure onto your face as she humps into your tongue harder. The water running down her perfectly sculpted body is reflecting off the light coming into the bathroom. A sign of the little time you two really have, the rest of the world carrying on as you’re frozen in the spot between her legs. Your knees are aching and your jaws getting sore, but that bleeds into the background noise as Katie lets out a knee-wobbling moan. 

Her eyes burn into yours as her legs start to shake around your head, and you start grinding your face back up into her as she comes down. The roll of her hips bumping her clit into your nose in the chaos, more sweet sounds tumbling from her lips. She cums with a groan of your name falling from her lips, the hand in your hair dragging you up her body.

You let your tongue trace its way up her body as she brings you up to meet each other’s lips in a messy kiss. Tasting herself all over your mouth as she walks back under the main stream of water, you squeal from the chill from the now heatless water. She quickly washes you both up before hurrying from the shower, a new skip in her step for the day. 

It only takes you both about 15 minutes to get ready, you in a nice flowy sundress that Katie had surprised you with last night in the early a.m. hum of London. You’d stumbled in all tipsy, horny, but determined to swap your gifts before bed, and by god, you got it done, too. Like did you look at them for 5 seconds and then instantly sit them on the coffee table and fuck for three hours straight around on different surfaces of the house?...The answer would be yes. BUT hey you got the prioritized goal done before going at it like animals and that’s all that matters in your book. 

Katie walks into the bathroom where you’re finishing up your makeup, and your eyes almost pop out of your head. She’s wearing an outfit that throws you headfirst into ovulation early. There she stood in her tight tan crop top and white flowy pants. The glasses you had gifted her two birthdays ago, a gold necklace with your initial hanging from it, and the gold watch you bought her for your first anniversary to match.

It all comes together to make a delicious sight for your viewing. She comes up behind you, arms bulging as she places her hands beside you on the same countertop you’d made out on earlier. “Stop ogling me, we’re gonna be late you perv!” 

You roll your eyes at her before finally zipping up your makeup bag. You put on some lipgloss before tucking it in your purse and moving to go put your shoes on. “Wear comfy ones, I’ve got a surprise for you at lunch!” she calls out across the room as she sees you approaching the shoe rack on your side of the closet. You give her a questioning look, wondering why you’d need comfy shoes for whatever restaurant she’s chosen…but nonetheless, you comply. Slipping on some sandals to match your dress, and to show off your matching nails of course (courtesy of being paid for by your girlfriend). 

You arrive at the tattoo parlour right on time, not a moment to spare. You hop out of the car and rush inside hand in hand with Katie. She leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head after she’s talked with the man at the front, “You’re so lucky we weren’t late or you’d be in big trouble, missy.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” you whisper back at her, “but we weren’t, so live a little, babe.” 

She just shakes her head at you, following behind the heavily inked man in front of you until he pulls the curtains back to an empty room. He leads you inside and pats the freshly cleaned black leather chair, “Alright who’s going first?” 

—

When you leave the shop you’ve both got a huge smile on your face, hands intertwined and swinging as you skip to the car. “I can’t believe we really did that, Katie!” 

“Best believe we did, darling! Now you’re really stuck with me forever,” she pulls you back into her arms. Stopping on the sidewalk to take this moment in with you. 

“And always,” you say barely above a whisper, but it’s enough for just Katie to hear. Your fingertips move as gently as ever as they trace along her ribs, right under her left boob where the fresh ink lays eternally embedded into her skin. You’d both gotten matching ones– a cliche I know– but it was something you’ve both wanted for a while. Hers saying, “go deo” and yours, “i gconai” in the same spot. It’s a promise to each other that’s permanently carved into your persons; a pledge of forever and always. As cheesy as it sounds the words hold dear for you both, and the Gaelic spelling gives a deeper connection as well. 

Katie swears she feels her heart stop beating in her chest as the sounds of the city become nothing but white noise, her body leaning into yours as you share a soft, yet passionate kiss in the busy bustle of the city. You almost don’t want to pull apart, but the remembrance of your surprise is what fuels you to break away and start tugging her toward where she parked the car. “Come on, move it McBabe! I heard we’ve got a plan for lunch, and I’m dying to see what you’ve got arranged!” 

After a 3-and-a-half-hour ride, you finally reach your destination. She’s brought you to Priory Beach, the place you went to on your second-anniversary trip. She leads you out to a white tent on the side of the beach, out of the way enough for some privacy between you two. As she leads you closer you feel tears gathering in your eyes at the sight. There’s not just a tent, but blankets spread out, too. A mini table is set up full of your favorite picnic foods, a vase with your favorite flowers, two wine glasses, and your favorite red bottle to accompany it. A little fully charged DVD player is under the table, and the movie you two watched on your first date sits right beside it. But the polaroids of you two hanging from the white tull-wrapped arch is what does it for you, and before you know it you’re crying like a baby. 

Katie pulls you into her arms as she hugs you, a panicked look on your face as she does. “Oh lord, I’m sorry darling! I didn’t mean to make you upset or anything-”

“No! No! I love it!” you pull back quickly, your shiny eyes meeting her terrified ones. “It’s just..no one’s ever done anything this sweet for me. It’s a lot to take in, okay!” 

She throws her head back and cackles at the realization. “Oh yeah? Not even like…oh, I don’t know, say getting a matching tattoo?” She teases as she wipes your tears away with her thumbs, now cradling your face in her hands. 

“Shut up! You know what I meant, babe!” 

She puts a hand on her chest and acts like she’s just been shot at close range, “Not even McBabe? Oh, see you are mad at me!” She lets out a dramatic sigh, slumping down onto the blanket as she gets on her knees and takes your hands into hers begging for your forgiveness. You quickly do, laughing at her antics before she pulls you down to sit with her. It’s a beautiful view to have as you eat. The waves roll in as a backdrop to the movie as it plays. It’s really all just background music to the endless conversation between you two, the wine keeps flowing, and the hours keep ticking by. But it’s barely been 20 minutes to you both. Too busy drowning out the world around you as you get lost in each other’s eyes and voices, retelling the best moments of your love story as you reflect on how you’ve got to where you are today. “Oh, wow! The lights are a beautiful touch!” you gasp as they flick on, lighting up your space as the sun sets before you. The movie’s long been over and the DVD player dead for a while, too. You take a sip from your last glass of wine and lean your head on Katie’s shoulder, taking in the beauty of the scenery that you’re able to see up close and personal right now. The oranges, pinks, and reds reflect off the water. Ripples of incomprehensible vibrant colors all mashing into one to create an unforgettable memory. “Should we take a picture of the sunse– what are you looking at?” you cut yourself off as you look up at her, the last part of your sentence becoming a whisper. She’s just staring at you, with this unreadable expression on her face, it’s truly one you’ve never seen before (at least not awake). 

“You’re just so beautiful. I wake up every day in awe that it’s me you’ve chosen to spend the rest of your life with. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, but I thank god every night that I’m holding you to my chest. I get to experience the best parts of life because of you, and I’ll never be able to truly repay you for that, y/n…but thankfully I’ve got the rest of our lifetime together to try.”

You can feel the weight of her words as she speaks them. There’s no smile, laugh, or distraction in her voice. She’s confessing to you, like a sinner in a catholic church. Spilling the contents of her soul out onto the staircase of your heart, and leaving it there for you to either clean it up or let it soak into the deepest parts of you. So you lean up and press your lips against hers. Katie grabs your face, turning you around as she yanks you onto her lap. Your half-empty wine glass goes flying, landing in the sand beside the blanket as the wine leaks into the ground staining it dark. 

You want to say something back to her, but your brain is just mush. It’s like she’s stolen all the thoughts out of your head and you’re just floating in this bliss called her. You’re starting to think she was onto something when she said you fried her brain that one day because holy fuck you’re really humping your fiance’s lap on a public beach right now without a care in the world like you two aren’t famous athletes. “Mmm Katie– someone could s-see us,” you can barely get it out as she keeps her lips on yours. 

“Then let them,” she says it so casually into your lips that you almost listen to her, but one of you has to be the responsible one. So you pull back and give her your best kicked-puppy look, a pout dancing on your bottom lip, “Please, baby. I don’t want to end up on the front page of some tabloid– at least not till I’m officially Mrs. McBabe.” 

She looks at you while biting on her bottom lip, her brows furrowed as she thinks of something deep in thought. You tilt your head at her after a few seconds, placing a hand on her shoulder to check on her. “Baby? Are you ok–OH MY G–” You’re cut off twice. The first time when she manhandles you into the air. The second one is when she continues to manhandle you between her thighs, resting your back on her chest and a hand over your mouth. “Shhh darling! Wouldn’t want to ruin my plan now would you?”

You shake your head no, still not able to use your voice. So she slowly moves her hand away from your mouth, and lets it slide up the inside of your thigh. “Your dress is long enough to hide my hand, and you can hide your face in my neck if you want to, okay? I promise no one will see us” and you nod your head in response. 

“I need to hear you say it. Is this okay with you, y/n?” Her voice is suddenly stern, a hint of her softness peaking out to wrap around the words in a thin veil. 

“Yes baby, j-just please touch me already! God, I’ve needed you since you kissed my breath away this morning.” 

Katie groans into your mouth as she crashes them back together, her fingertips digging into the skin of your upper thighs as they inch up closer to your heat. When they reach your pussy she’s met with instant wetness and a loud breathy moan from you. A laugh rumbles up in her throat and vibrates your mouth as they stay connected, “No panties? Fuck baby you’ve been needing it bad all day, huh?”

You whine out at her teasing, raising your hips up as you search for her touch. Bucking wildly as your body begs for her fingers. “Okay shhh, shhh. I’ve got you now, love. Calm down,” as her digits run up and down your slit. They collect the unfathomable amount of wetness onto her fingers, your pussy leaking like a hydrant for her. She slides a single finger in first, not wanting to overwhelm you before you’re ready. 

“Add another one, please,” you say through a small moan. 

“Only cause you asked so sweet,” she smirks back at you. “My sunshine girl.”

So she slides her finger out and quickly returns with a second one buried inside your cunt. She’s fucking you a little faster now, the reluctance from your tight walls finally letting up. You’re biting your lip, muffled little cries of pleasure audible to Katie’s ears solely. 

Her other hand finds its way into the top of your dress, popping a hand underneath your bra as she starts groping your breasts. She makes sure she gives them both equal attention, switching out every so often to not overstimulate you. Her lips find shelter on your neck, leaving little pecks when and where she wants. But when you start grinding down onto her fingers, she decides to add another one by surprise this time. 

It rips a louder moan from your mouth, especially since her thumb is adding to the mix and rubbing circles onto your clit now. Your body wants to squirm away, but you’re stuck between Katie’s legs, being forced into letting the pleasure wreck through your body. “I’m g-gonna cum, baby!”

You feel a smile against your jaw, “You’re my pretty fucking fiancé, yeah? I love you so much. I can’t wait to marry you, darling. Can’t wait to make love to you as my wife– my other half.” 

 she’s starting to ramble and it’s going to be your downfall. The feeling of her curling them to hit right into her sweet spot draws you even closer to the edge, “Let it all out, darling. Cum on and give it to me!”

And so you do. Your hand comes around to grip her wrist through your sundress, your nails digging into her skin as you flail around in her hold. Your back arches away from her chest and your toes curl as they kick out in front of you. Your walls squeeze her fingers so tight she has to stop moving them as she’s biting love marks into your skin, trying to let this orgasm run its course as long as it can. You swear you’ve never cum this hard– positively boneless in her hold. 

You hiss at the slight sting as she pulls them out of you, immediately bringing them up to her mouth for a detailed cleaning with her tongue. Her eyes roll back at the flavor of you that hits her tastebuds, and she’s manhandling you onto your back this time. The soft blankets swallow you up as you lay down submerged in them, “Wh-what are you doing, K-Katie?”

“I just need to clean you up a bit, baby. I’ll be fast, I promise. Can’t have you all messy the whole ride home, now can we?” You should’ve known at the sight of her smirk right then…that it was going to be anything but speedy, but alas you have fallen victim to the tongue game of Katie McCabe once again. Your legs thrown open wide, back arched off the ground, hand on her head as it disappears under your dress, and a brand new tabloid with a picture of that exact scene on the front page the next morning. But one detail does stick out enough to add it to the headline..the shiny diamond ring on your finger, only visible from the light off of the set up she made you. 

“You can’t even tell that’s us, darling! It’s too dark, we’re fine. Just gotta deny deny deny,” Katie says like she’s a genius. A proud smirk on her face as she tries to pry you out from underneath your fortress of the duvet. 

“THEY HAVE PHOTOS OF US IN THOSE EXACT OUTFITS ALL OVER THE CITY THAT SAME DAY!” it’s shouted from under your mound of protection..not for you– but for Katie. If looks could kill she’d of been dead 10 times before now, all hell breaking loose after you woke up, and not five minutes later you’re getting bombarded with texts of screenshots and links. 

“Okay your right…this is serious, baby, I'm sorry…So should we start the onlyfans on our honeymoon? I could retire ear–”

“KATIE!” And if that wasn’t enough to know you didn’t like that joke, then the pillow to the face should definitely get your mood across.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

The sun to me

Chapter X. Caress.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

word count: 7.4k

chapter summary: two waves crash into each other to become one, entwined together and lost in the ocean of love and pleasure.

warnings: they're disgustingly in love, lots of sweet nicknames, praise, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, nipple play, squirting, unprotected sex (pls don't)

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🧡Orange lily- passion

It's a quiet late morning in your flower shop, there is a birthday coming up and a resident had ordered flowers for his wife.

Your hands are working tirelessly on the bouquet as Hyunjin admires you, now even bringing an easel and a canvas so he can paint at your shop.

It's as if his hands have finally been untied, the burden lifted from his heart, they glide easily on the paper like they did once before.

Now with even more fervor and passion, the colors are bright and happy, depicting you as the most beautiful goddess in her luscious garden.

You look up from your bouquet at him, and he senses you and looks up from his canvas.

Matching smiles instantly spread on your lips, both of you still a bit timid around each other as you look away.

"It's almost time for lunch break."- you look at the clock, feeling a bit peckish.

"Mhm, I'm honestly waiting for that."- Hyunjin doesn't look up from his canvas.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? You know I can close up any time right?"- you put down the flowers you were working with.

"I do but you were so into it and I didn't wanna break your concentration."- he says.

You round the counter to come closer to him.

"You're silly, you know that? Food comes first."- you say and Hyunjin smirks as he puts his paintbrush down and swiftly wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"No, kisses come first."- he says and purses his lips at you.

You chuckle and lean down, giving in immediately because who are you to deny him and yourself something that feels so right.

The kiss is sweet and slow, the kind you prefer these last few days; for some unknown reason to Hyunjin you'd pull away any time it got a bit heated.

But his arm is possessive around you, keeping you in place until he's satisfied with the attention he got.

"Let's go eat."- you lean back and Hyunjin nods, helping you lock up before you make your way to the restaurant.

"Oh, my lovebirds!"- Catherine claps happily when she sees the two of you walking in and holding hands.

"Hi!"- you chuckle, face red instanly.

"Your usual?"- she asks and both of you nod, with the time Hyunjin had spent here, he also had a usual he would order.

You're silent, your eyes trained out the window even after Catherine brings two glasses of refreshing lemonade.

"A penny for your thoughts."- Hyunjin chimes in, and you get pulled out of your mind as you turn to look at him.

"It's nothing."- you shut down as you shake your head.

"It's something."- he says quietly. "It's okay, whatever it is, you can tell me when you're ready."

"Thanks."- you smile at him, the look on his face sweet and genuine, concern etched in his brows, affection shining in his eyes and words of comfort dripping from his lips.

Your food is served soon, and you eat while making small talk, you act normal even though things are bothering you and you know it's your own mind that's your worst enemy, nagging at you even in sweet moments like this.

After lunch as you walk out, you're lost in your thoughts again as you make your way to the shop.

Hyunjin's heart is sinking. He doesn't know what exactly is bothering you but he can tell it has something to do with him.

You've pulled away any time he held you closer and last three nights, he saw you get out of bed only to sleep on the couch. You thought he was asleep but he heard you sniffle a few times and he didn't know what to do or how to approach you as he himself was scared.

As soon as you walk into the flower shop, Hyunjin grabs the key and before you can react he locks the door.

"Wh-what are you doing?"- you ask, as you stand in front of your counter and see Hyunjin making his way to you.

"Y/n, I know something is wrong. I notice all the small things, you know that. I notice how you move away from me and how you sneak out of bed to sleep on the couch. I-I think I heard you cry. And if you keep holding it in, stuff will escalate and I want to know what's going on and be there for you. I know our relationship just began but-"

"Are we in a relationship?"- you ask nervously.

"I never really asked officially, did I?"- Hyunjin bites on his lip and you shake your head no.

"Alright, well that's no good."- Hyunjin quickly turns around and grabs a red rose that was put aside for the bouquet.

"What are you planning?"- you chuckle, almost forgetting about your worries.

Hyunjin comes closer to you and your body vibrates.

"My wonderful muse, the most beautiful woman on this planet, will you make me the happiest man alive and be my girlfriend?"- he asks, reaching the rose to you and you burst into laughter, smacking his chest in embarassment.

"That sounds like a cheesy proposal."- you tease and he snickers.

"It is a cheesy proposal. So?"- he blinks his eyes at you sweetly and you take the rose from his hand.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend."- you say and Hyunjin giggles cutely before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug.

"Was that bothering you, love?"- he kisses your head and you shiver at the nickname.

"Not really."- you gulp and he leans back to look at you.

"Then what is it? Tell me, I'll do anything to make you feel better."- he says, his eyes big and genuine.

"It's stupid now that I think about it."- you feel embarassed already.

"You can tell me anything."- he grabs your hands in an attempt to comfort you.

"It's just... I'm afraid that you'll leave and forget me. I'm scared of being abandoned, I really am. That's why I'm always alone because it's easier that way, much easier than just putting your heart into someone's hands and hoping they won't damage it. I can't take the thought of losing you and I just... I just want to let myself be yours."- you confess, tears sliding down your cheeks. "B-but I feel at times like I don't even deserve you, I'm just some insignificant flower girl and you're... well you. I feel like you can do better."- you finish quietly and you can see the hurt flash in Hyunjin's eyes, sadness swirling inside them.

"Y/n you obviously don't even see yourself the way I see you. You're not just some insignificant flower girl, you're my flower girl, my muse, my love, you've made my withering heart blossom again with your sweetness and your kindness. You've warmed me up and made me feel alive again. You're the sun to me, y/n. And don't think less of yourself. I'm not that special either, I'm just some guy but I'm your guy and that makes me special to you, hm?"- he says and you nod, your tears flowing like a river and Hyunjin catches every single one, wiping them away and wiping your worries away, one by one.

"I could never leave you and I could never forget you. You've left your imprint in my soul and heart. I would rather die than break your heart. I will cherish it, it's safe in my hands, my love. You have my heart too, I'm all yours, y/n."- he says and before you can utter a single word in response, his lips are on yours.

Hyunjin kisses you with all he has, all the words that have just been said are now pouring into your lips as you clutch onto him like he'll disappear any moment.

His hands are soothing as he caresses your head and your cheeks, and you lean back a little as he gently pushes his tongue in your mouth.

Your arms wrap around his waist, bringing him closer as you give into him, letting him taste you as his tongue circles yours.

One of Hyunjin's hands slides down from your head to wrap around your neck possessively, just resting it there but not squeezing.

You whimper into his mouth, leaning into his hand and gripping his shirt.

He parts from you when your breath is stolen, both of your eyes glazed over with lust.

"Darling."- Hyunjin exhales, brushing his lips on yours. "I want you so bad."- he whispers in your ear, hands sliding down to your waist and then to your hipbone.

"I-I want you too."- you whimper. "B-but we can't - here - not here..."- you babble as he starts kissing your neck, the feeling of his soft plushy lips against your heated skin makes your mind cloudy instantly.

Hyunjin smirks against you, licking at you before he sinks his teeth in right into your most sensitive spot.

"Ah!"- you moan loudly, throwing your head back, nails digging into him as he sucks on your skin, his hands on your exposed thighs.

Your body vibrates and you feel arousal gushing out of you like a wave, feeling a bit embarassed that you're already getting wet.

"H-Hyunjin."- the way you whimper his name like a prayer makes him twitch, his heart dancing in his chest.

He leans back a little to kiss and lick at the bruised spot before he looks at you, a purple flower blooming on your skin, proof of who you belong to.

The way you look at him drives him crazy and his hands end up under your thighs, making you squeak as he sits you up on your counter and pulls you into him.

He leans his forehead on yours, breathing heavily against you, and you hold onto his shoulders.

"I want our first time to be romantic but I'm finding it hard to control myself. I feel like I need you with every fiber of my being."- Hyunjin says, kissing your lips.

"I need you too, I need you so bad."- you grip at him.

"Fuck, y/n... Would you let me taste you, please? Let me make you feel good. I wanna show you how much I appreciate you, hm?"- Hyunjin's hands run up and down your thighs, squeezing you occasionally and lifting your dress up every time they come up.

"Yes, yes please."- you whimper and Hyunjin kisses you passionately once more, his hands on your inner thigh, close to your core.

You spread your legs more, inviting him to touch you further and you feel his fingertips sliding around your clothed core, teasing and slow, making you freeze for a moment.

Your eyes meet and a sense of safety and comfort washes over you.

"Relax, darling, I won't hurt you."- Hyunjin promises as he slides his fingers on your pussy, feeling how wet you already are in your panties.

He leans in as he senses your apprehension, determined to make you feel blissfully satisified, he starts leaving sweet kisses on your jawline, neck and collarbone, his fingers caressing your folds.

Your breathing gets ragged as your eyes flutter closed, and with your head thrown back and legs spread for him, Hyunjin thinks you look like the most beautiful flower his eyes have ever seen.

He pushes your lacy panties aside when your legs tremble and finds your sensitive nub, pressing into it and moving his fingers in circles.

You gasp and whimper, one hand gripping at his shoulder and the other gripping the edge of the counter.

Hyunjin's other hand is on the strap of your dress as he slowly pulls it down.

He looks at you to see any signs of discomfort but your eyes are closed and you're leaning into him so he puts his hand on your breast, squeezing gently, his thumb finding your nipple even under the layers of your dress and bra.

You moan quietly and look at him hazily, blinking a few times, you don't remember the last time you were touched at all, let alone this gently and lovingly.

"P-please."- you whimper, desperate for him to take you.

"What do you want, my love? I'll give you everything."- Hyunjin says, his fingers sliding between your wet folds, your sweet juices dripping on his fingertips and you almost feel embarassed at how fast you're getting wet.

"More, I need more."- you whimper and Hyunjin decides to do what he first promised.

He slowly gets down on his knees and you gasp as he lifts your dress up.

You're exposed to him now, your pussy right in front of his face and nervousness washes over you but Hyunjin looks at you with a kind of fascination, his eyes shiny and lips parted, a blush on his cheeks.

"My beautiful rose. You deserve to be worshipped."- he looks up at you almost hungrily, running his thumb on your folds, spreading your wetness to your clit and then pressing into it.

"Oh my god..."- you whimper, lifting up a little to let Hyunjin take off your panties as he puts his hands on them.

"I don't want anything in my way."- his voice is low as he grips the flimsy fabric and rips it apart making you gasp and jolt your hips towards him.

"Jinnie!"- you whine and he chuckles before his lips attach to your inner thigh, kissing and biting on your flesh.

His hands roam around on your skin, touching any part he can reach.

You feel your arousal drip between your legs and you almost close them in embarassment again as Hyunjin looks at your core.

"Don't hide from me, love."- he says gently as he leans in, the sweet smell of you pulling him in and trapping him between your legs.

"Mm."- he whines as he kisses your clit, the tip of his tongue darting out to give it little licks.

"Ah..."- you moan, gripping at the counter.

You feel sensitive and even the little touches drive you crazy, knowing it's him, your sweet Hyunjin whom you're giving yourself to, it's him that's drinking your sweet nectar as he slides his tongue between your folds.

As soon as he tastes you, all of his senses wake up and he grips at your thighs, digging his nails in as he pushes his tongue into you, his nose pressed against your clit.

Hyunjin thinks he had never tasted something so sweet and he never wants to stop tasting you so he laps at you greedily, moaning into your core and sending vibrations through your whole body.

You moan, letting go of every doubt and thought that tortured you, giving into the pleasure your lover's bringing you.

Seeing him chase your taste so desperately as you look down drives you feral.

His eyes are closed in pure bliss as he fucks you with his tongue, pushing in as deep as he can, to give you as much as he could and not let any drop of your sweet juice go to waste, your fingers lace in his hair and you grip.

Hyunjin whines into you, eyes fluttering open as he looks up at you hazily, his lips and tongue are perfect against you as he makes out with your pussy, his stare now unwavering.

It's too much and your legs start shaking as he gives it his all, tongue moving in all directions and lapping at you greedily, you push his head into you, gripping his hair harshly and that seems to spur him on even more.

You're pretty sure that if anyone passes by your shop, they could hear your moans ringing out between all the delicate flowers that surround the two of you, enthralled in each other and not caring about the world around you.

The tide rises high as your whole body shakes like a leaf in the wind and Hyunjin's name tumbles out of your lips so sweetly as the fireworks explode inside your core, spreading through your whole being as you drip onto his lips and chin.

"Oh my god."- you whine as he licks at you, catching every single sweet drop.

Hyunjin gives one last kiss to your folds before he leans back on his feet, looking up at you as he licks his lips.

You're stunned for a moment before you start giggling as he stands up and runs a hand through his hair.

His hands cup your cheeks as he leans in and kisses you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

Both of you giggle as your arms wrap around each other, holding gingerly and tightly.

"Thank you."- you whisper, your nose buried in his hair as he leans on you.

"You don't have to thank me for that, love. It was my pleasure."- Hyunjin looks at you.

"W-what about you?"- you ask, wanting to worship his precious body too.

"Don't worry about that right now."- he smiles at you sweetly, caressing your face.

You're about to lean into a kiss again but a loud knock on the door of the shop scares the both of you, making you jolt away from each other.

Luckily, you are hidden from curious eyes by the heaps of flowers around the shop.

"Shit, that must be Evan! I didn't even finish the bouquet!"- you panic, and Hyunjin gently grabs your hands.

"It's okay, you go freshen up and I'll tell him that he can come back in like twenty minutes?"- Hyunjin asks.

"Okay, sure."- you nod and quickly make your way to the bathroom, tossing your torn panties in the trash.

You splash your face with water and your whole body feels tingly again as you think about what happened just moments ago.

You can hear muffled voices talking and then Evan leaving so you make your way back into the shop.

"Is everything okay?"- you ask and Hyunjin nods with a smile.

"He said he has to go grocery shopping anyways so he'll be back when he's done."

"Alright, well I have to finish the bouquet... without any panties."- you narrow your eyes at him and he laughs cheekily as he steps behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as you stand at the counter, blushing and hands trembling for a moment when you pick up the flowers.

"You don't need them."- Hyunjin smirks and moves your hair to one side so he can attach his lips to your neck.

"You're just gonna distract me now while I work, will you?"- you whine playfully as Hyunjin presses his body into yours, trapping you between the counter and himself, his arms tight around you and lips gentle against your skin.

"Sorry, can't help my self."- he noses your skin, kissing you again before he releases you.

"I can see that."- you chuckle as your heart keeps skipping beats.

"Okay, I won't bother you, I'll be in my corner, painting."- he wiggles his eyebrows making you chuckle.

As the two of you get into your tasks at hand, comfortable silence once again envelops the shop, one rose put aside for you to take home and cherish.

Even as the sun starts setting down, Hyunjin and you have not spent a moment apart.

You've invited him over for dinner, which lately he's been spending at your house anyways, always staying the night after.

After a refreshing shower your body needed, you join Hyunjin in the kitchen.

"Oh, you've started on dinner already?"- you ask as you see him cutting up veggies.

"I'm not gonna leave all the work to you."- he smiles and you chuckle, kissing his cheek gently.

"I got it, you can go take a shower."- you tell him, caressing his hair.

"Are you saying that I stink?"- he narrows his eyes at you, feigning hurt.

"Just a lil' bit."- you tease, squinting your eyes.

Hyunjin gasps dramatically at you.

"Your words are hurting me."- he shakes his head, disappointment on his face. "Piercing my heart."

"Mhm, I'm sure they are."- you roll your eyes and he chuckles.

"Fine, I'll be quick."- he says with a grin, kissing you before he leaves.

And he is quick, not even gone for ten minutes before he emerges back into the kitchen, his hair still damp.

"Aw."- you giggle and grab his face, squishing his cheeks and making his lips pop.

"What is it now?"- he mutters.

"You're adorable, Jinnie."- you say and give him a quick peck before smushing his cheeks a little.

He whines but lets you do it.

"I think that's you."- he says when you release him and you giggle, giving him a sweet kiss.

You finish dinner together and eat out in the garden, reveling in the fresh evening air.

You even find a bottle of wine for the two of you to share and when it gets chilly, you move inside to your couch.

Your body is buzzing with the alcohol, and the warmness radiating from Hyunjin's body next to yours, the feeling of his tongue inside you earlier today that you can't stop thinking about, it all escalate into a feeling of desire.

Some light music plays in the background as your head is leaned on his chest, and you drown in him.

His arms are wrapped around you, gently playing with your hair and running his fingertips on your skin.

You lift your head up a little to look at him, your hand sliding from his chest down to his stomach and you feel him quiver under your touch.

Hyunjin looks at you with eyes glazed over and lips parted and you lean in, burying your face in his neck.

Hyunjin inhales sharply, his head falling back to give you all the access you need as you kiss his soft skin.

Your lips dance on his neck, fingertips itching closer to the waistband of his pants, his hand grips at your arm as you sink your teeth into him.

Leaving a blossoming mark in the shape of a purple flower as he did to you, proof of your love appearing on his skin as you fumble with the button of his jeans.

"Baby."- Hyunjin chuckles as he takes your hand, stopping you from your intent.

You look up at him with big eyes and he swoons.

"Maybe we should go to your room?"- he asks.

"Later. I wanna return the favor from today first."- you smirk a little and you can see the lust flashing in his eyes.

"You don't have to."- he says, but you know he wants to, you can hear it in his voice and there's an evident bulge straining against the fabric of his jeans.

"I want to."- the way you say it makes him shiver and he smirks hazily at you as he grabs your hips and swiftly pulls you into his lap, your core right against his.

You almost crumble when you feel it pressed against you, all hot and hard and Hyunjin whines when he feels you against him, guiding your hips to make you grind on him.

"Ah, fuck!"- he throws his head back as you slide against him, feeling him twitch in his pants.

Your pussy drips and clenches around nothing as you grab at him and touch him everywhere, sliding your hands on his chest, over his nipples to his waist and stomach, all the way back up to his neck.

Hyunjin thinks he may have died and gone to heaven with you on top of him, even if he still didn't get to feel you completely yet.

He doesn't know how he'll manage to hold back once he's inside you and the thought makes him grunt lowly as he pulls you over his clothed cock harder.

"H-Hyunjin."- you whimper. "L-let me please you."

"Fuck, okay."- he groans, his head falling back again as he releases your hips.

Your fingers end up on his shirt, the first button is the hardest to open, constricting him, all of his clothes are suffocating him in this moment and he needs you to bring him release.

You slowly start unbuttoning his shirt as he breathes heavily, your hands tremble a little as he stares at you intently, drinking you in.

Your fingertips grazing against his soft skin with each button you open send shivers up Hyunjin's spine and he leans into your touch.

Slowly you get to the last one and he lets out a sigh of relief as you open the shirt up like it was paper wrapping up a gift made only for you to enjoy.

Your hands are on his chest instantly, fingers exploring his skin as he looks at you in pure infatuation, giving his body to you to do as you please.

Hyunjin has never felt like this with anyone he's been with before, never felt this much passion with just your hands on his skin. You lean in to leave kisses on his collarbone, your fingers finding his nipples as you play with them and arouse them.

"Ahh, ah, y/n..."- Hyunjin keeps moaning, lifting his hips up towards you as you kiss him, tongue darting out to taste his skin and lick at his sensitive nipples.

He moans loudly, shivering and gripping at the cover on the couch beneath him.

How are you driving him so crazy?

Your hands run down his waist and stomach as you keep going lower, now leaving kisses where your hands have been, only to finally open the button you were fumbling with before.

Hyunjin whines and you slide down on your knees.

He looks at you as you pull down his zipper with a lustful look on your face. He opens his legs more to give you more space and lifts up his hips to let you slide his pants down.

You pull them off as he lifts his legs awkwardly making the both of you laugh at his antics.

His smile gets replaced with a moan as you press your palm on the bulge in his boxers.

"Love, please, stop teasing me."- he whines and you can feel him throb under your hand.

You smirk and start sliding your hand on his length, feeling how big he is and your mouth waters, your core gushing with arousal.

There's a patch of wetness forming on his boxers as you play with his clothed cock.

"You're really gonna make me beg, aren't you?"- Hyunjin whines with a lopsided grin.

"Just a little bit."- you smirk.

"Please, touch me darling, please."- he gives in quickly, his voice sounding desperate, making you snicker as you hook your fingers in his boxers.

You finally slide them down, freeing his cock as it slaps against his stomach, hard and heavy with a prominent vein on it, the tip red and oozing with pre-cum.

You want to devour him whole, your pussy clenching around nothing again as you press your thighs together to find some kind of relief.

Your hand wraps up around the base of his cock, and you lean in, tongue darting out to catch a bead of salty pre-cum before you put your tongue against him, licking at him slowly and tasting him.

Hyunjin gasps as he looks at you, nails digging into the couch as you wrap your pretty lips around his head. You start gently sucking on it, tongue working his sensitive underside as your fingertips run on his length, tracing his vein.

"Mm, my love."- Hyunjin moans lowly, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair gently as he keeps you in place.

Your eyes flutter as you take more of him in, sliding down slowly, your hand working the rest of his length teasingly.

You're convinced that you won't be able to take all of him in but you will make sure you try because you want to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

"Ah, more please."- Hyunjin begs, his legs trembling for a second as you lean down more and cup his balls with your free hand.

"Oh, god."- he whines, his head falling back and hips lifting up, pushing more of his cock inside you.

You manage to hold in your gag reflex as you keep sliding down and take as much as you can.

Hyunjin grips your hair making you whimper around him and he looks at you in slight panic, not wanting to hurt you but you look at him hazily as you start bobbing your head up and down, your hand working the rest, and the other gently squeezing his balls.

"Ah fuck, love! Just like that."- Hyunjin groans, his hips lifting up involuntarily, wanting to bury himself in your mouth to the hilt, until your nose ends up buried in his pubes.

He pushes your head down a little and you gag, your eyes watering but you keep going, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time you slide down.

"Oh, I'm sorry-" - he starts but you moan around him, bobbing your head faster and gagging around him again as you force your head lower.

"Y/n- fuck!"- Hyunjin curses again, slowly losing himself as he pulls on your hair and presses you down harshly, making you swallow him whole, your nose in his pubic hair.

You gag against him and grip at his thighs so he lets you lift up.

"Shit, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"- Hyunjin looks genuinely panicked and you quickly shake your head.

"It's fine, lover. I just wasn't ready. You can do it again, I liked it."- you smirk and he chuckles, relief and disbelief painted on his face.

"Oh, my sweet girl is dirty, hm?"- he smirks back at you as he caresses your face.

"You think?"- you tease before you take him in your mouth again, making him whine and any sentence he was going to retort with died on his tongue as only your name spilled from between his lips.

You give it your all, letting him take the lead mostly as he guides your head down, fingers tangled in your hair again.

Hyunjin's legs shake as he approaches his high, his hips jerking up into your mouth, making you gag on him repeatedly as tears slide down your cheeks and he holds your hair as he moans and praises you.

"Ah, love you're so good to me. Take me so well."- his voice is strained and whiny as he barely holds it in.

"You're gonna make me cum, ah!"- he moans loudly as his cock twitches in your mouth and your eyes roll back as he fucks up into you.

You grip his thighs and let him use you, Hyunjin completely loses his mind and all he can think of is your warm mouth and pretty lips wrapped around him, taking him in so deep and he spasms and explodes inside you, painting your throat white.

You swallow instantly, welcoming his taste as you keep milking him dry, taking every drop he gives you.

"Shit, oh shit..."- Hyunjin breathes hard as you finally release him with a pop and chuckle at him.

"Come here."- he says between breaths and you giggle again before sitting in his lap.

He grabs your face gently and looks at you like you've hung all the stars in the sky.

He kisses you slowly and passionately, not caring about the taste of his release on your tongue.

"You're amazing, darling."- he smiles as you part.

You chuckle before biting on your lip.

"I need you, Jinnie."- you whisper and he smiles at you sweetly.

"Let me take you to your room, hm?"- he asks and you nod.

The two of you make your way to your room clumsily, all giddy and high on each other, exchanging kisses all the way there, bumping into walls and furniture.

Clothes gets thrown on the way there as Hyunjin slides your shirt and pants off, leaving you only in your panties and him naked after he slid off his shirt that was barely hanging onto his shoulders earlier.

Hyunjin lays you down carefully, admiring you as his eyes roam all over your frame.

"My beautiful goddess, made just for me."- he murmurs, his hands on your breasts as he traces them, down to your waist and stomach, to your hips and thighs, your calves and your feet, and then back all the way up to your face.

"Is that right?"- he whispers and you nod.

"Just for you, Jinnie."- you whine quietly as he leans down and kisses your lips, more passionate than ever before, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and tongue pushed in forcefully opening your lips up.

You moan into the kiss, your back arching into him, nipples grazing against his skin and Hyunjin grunts on your lips, his hands sliding down to your panties as he slowly takes them off and spreads your legs.

He kisses you fervently, his hands coming up to cup your breasts and massage them.

You arch into his touch, your eyes glazed over with so much lust and love as you look into his when he leans back and he looks at you like you're the most precious thing he has ever seen.

His fingers play with your nipples and he kisses you again, addicted to your lips and your taste, kissing you until both your lips are red and swollen from all the love exchanged between you.

His hand slides down between your legs as he kisses your collarbone, down to the valley of your breast and he looks up at you.

You give him a sweet smile and that's all he needs before he wraps his plump lips around your aroused nipple and starts sucking gently, his fingers finding your bundle of nerves and slowly circling it.

"J-Jinnie..."- you whimper, your hands lifting up to grab at him and find purchase on his strong shoulders as your nails dig into his skin, and you're losing your mind over his touches.

Hyunjin sucks on your nipple harder, his left hand squeezing your other breast as his right plays with your pussy, fingertips gently spreading your wetness all over your folds.

You spread your legs as much as you can, giving yourself to him and he lifts up and looks at you.

"My flower, can I?"- Hyunjin bites on his lip, his eyes lustful and hungry but still filled with affection as he presses his fingertips on your entrance.

"Yes, please."- you whimper quietly, craving to have him deep inside you.

Hyunjin gently pushes his fingers, your wetness helping them slide all the way in as your eyes flutter and you whimper at the feeling.

He slowly moves them inside you and you whine, lifting your hips up to meet his movements.

"Ah, Hyunjin."- you moan his name and his eyes narrow as he looks at you laid under him, shaking in desire only for him.

"My love."- he curls his fingers to find your sensitive spot and you whimper loudly when he touches it.

"Ah, there, please!"- you moan as Hyunjin speeds up a little, pressing right where it feels the best.

He feels as if he'll go crazy, looking at you as you beg him for more, beg him to go faster and harder. He obliges to every single wish you moan out, fucking his fingers into you harshly, abusing the gummy spot inside you, setting a brutal pace with his hand.

You feel an enormous pressure building inside you and you can't control your legs as they keep spasming in sweet torture that his fingers are bringing you, his lips hot on your skin wherever they can reach, leaving a trace of deep, burning passion.

Hyunjin looks at your face, twisted in pleasure, your body shaking, breasts quivering, a thin sheen of sweet making your skin glow, your moans the prettiest music to his ears that no composer could ever write and he growls lowly, something animalistic waking up inside him as he pistons his fingers inside you.

You keep moaning his name over and over again like it's the only thing you know and your toes curl as you grip the sheets beneath you, and Hyunjin feels you clenching around his fingers.

Just as you see white behind your eyelids, Hyunjin groans at the sight of you, fisting his cock as you squirt on his hand and yourself, his fingers working your clit and helping you through your high.

"Ah- too much!"- you whimper as he keeps flicking your clit.

Hyunjin gives his cock a squeeze as it throbs in his hand and he hovers over you.

You start feeling self-conscious suddenly, the sounds you were making and the way you looked while he fingered you made you feel embarassed so you cover your face with your hands.

"What's wrong, love?"- Hyunjin sounds concerned immediately.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit embarassed."- your voice is muffled behind your palms and Hyunjin giggles.

"Nothing to be embarassed about."- he starts as he removes your hands from your face tenderly. "You're beautiful, my muse. I could cum while just watching you enjoy."- he leans down closer to you, his heavy cock on your thigh and you bite on your lip as his arms cage you.

"I- um- I don't have any condoms here."- you say quietly, searching his face.

"Me either. We don't have to-"

"I want you."- you stop him before he can say anything else.

"I want you too, my flower."- he caresses your head.

"Take me, Hyunjin. Please. Make me yours."- you pull him closer and his eyes flutter as he looks at you.

"You don't have to beg, my love."- he leans down to kiss you, tender and sweet, a kiss full of love as you feel him press his tip against you.

You whimper against his soft lips as he slowly runs the tip on your wet folds, touching your already swollen clit.

"Mm, Jinnie."- you moan, arms wrapping around him and he can't wait anymore.

He finally sinks in, slowly, savoring every little gasp of pleasure that leaves your lips, every flutter of your eyelashes, every unspoken word of love in your eyes.

You hold onto him tightly as he spreads you apart, burying his length deep inside you and making a home for himself inside your warmness.

"So full!"- you whimper when he moves slowly.

"My sweet flower feels full, huh?"- Hyunjin smirks, gently grabbing your wrists and putting your arms on either sides of your head.

"Y-yes."- you whimper again as he slides his cock between your velvety walls, taking out just a little bit of his length but pushing deeper with every motion.

"You feel so good love, so perfect. So warm and tight, made to take me."- Hyunjin leans his cheek on yours, whispering in your ear as he holds your wrists down and finds a slow but steady pace that has you falling apart under him.

Your legs tighten around him as he makes sweet love to you, your hips lifting up into his, crashing against each other like waves against the shore.

"You feel so good too Jinnie, fill me up so right."- you praise him back and feel his hips stutter just a little as he grips on your wrists.

"Ah, flower."- he moans in your ear, lips attaching to your neck, kissing, licking and biting.

He lets go of your wrists, his hands roaming on your body, mapping you out so he can paint every detail of you with his eyes closed.

Your arms wrap around him, pulling him in closer as your hand tangles in his hair and Hyunjin kisses you sloppily, teeth clashing and tongues fighting passionately, as you both moan into each other's mouths.

You're completely lost in each other, wanting to get closer, deeper, together like you're becoming one person, the sound of his hips smacking on yours coupled with your sounds of pleasure and words of praise echo in your room, filling the space up with love.

A bead of sweat rolls of Hyunjin's face and hits your cheek, both of you are covered in sweat, and your arousal has coated you in so much wetness that everything is slippery between you, coaxing Hyunjin to fuck you faster.

His hips hit you harder, the tip of his cock fucking into your cervix every time he brings his weight down on you, bringing you a pinch of sweet pain that turns into even more pleasure.

"More, faster, please!"- you whimper, grabbing at him, nails digging into his back, leaving red imprints on his hot skin.

"Fuck, love, I won't be able to hold back."- Hyunjin whines as he grips your hips and fucks you faster.

"Don't hold back, don't hold back!"- you moan breathlessly, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

"You want me to give you all my love, hm?"- Hyunjin grunts and you nod quickly, your nails harsh in his skin, making his cock throb inside you.

You feel it and clench around him, his eyes roll back before he looks at you darkly.

"Yes, Jinnie, give me all your love."

Hyunjin grips your hips harder, fucking into you fervently, desperately like an animal, his body shuddering harshly and making you lose your mind instantly as your orgasm builds up.

"Take it, take all my love."- he grunts as he fucks you harder, making your legs shake for the nth time today.

You moan loudly, clenching around his length as you explode and Hyunjin quickly pulls out, jerking off against your clit as your arousal drips on his cock. He groans deeply as his cock spasms, ropes of hot white cum painting your pussy and navel.

Hyunjin shakes above you as he releases himself and hovers over you.

"F-fuck."- he gasps as the both of you breathe hard and he lays down on you, not caring about all the stickiness between you.

Your arms wrap around him as the two of you lay in silence, trying to catch your breath.

You float in space for those few minutes, feeling like only the two of you exist in a state of pure bliss.

The air in the room is still hot, and it smells of sex but to the two of you it's all sweet and lovely when you know you've just spent more than an hour worshipping each other.

Hyunjin lifts up suddenly, hands on your face as he looks at you with the sweetest smile and you return the same smile to him, your soul a mirror to his own.

He leans down and kisses you so tenderly, like you're being kissed by the petals of a flower.

He rubs his nose on yours and kisses your cheek before he looks at you, the same smile still on his face.

"How do you feel, my love?"- he asks quietly, fingertips caressing your damp skin and moving the hair that stuck to your forehead.

You reach up and do the same for him and his eyes flutter shut as he exhales happily.

"I feel blissfully happy."- you answer. "You?"

"Me too."- he says as he opens his eyes. "It feels perfect. It feels right to be here with you in this moment."- Hyunjin adds, his hands caressing you.

"I agree. Though, I wouldn't mind a shower."- you smirk and he chuckles, pecking your lips.

You giggle as he finally peels away from you, the stickiness making you scrunch your nose up as you slowly sit up.

Hyunjin reaches his hand to you and you take it, the two of you practically skipping naked to your bathroom.

The moment that the warm water hits your body, you feel relief, and the small space of your shower is filled with giggles of two lovers infatuated with each other.

Hyunjin can't keep his hands off of you and you're no different, reaching out to touch him without even thinking about it.

"Let me wash your hair, love."- Hyunjin smiles and you agree, turning around as he grabs your bottle of shampoo.

"Nice ass."- he pinches your flesh with a smirk and you chuckle, smacking him as he laughs.

"Shut up."- you add and he keeps giggling.

He washes your hair and you wash his, and you kiss and kiss all the time like you can't get enough of each other.

Even as you walk out of the shower and dry off, you're still attached to each other, kissing every moment you can.

And that night when you lay in bed after dinner and the silly time you had while changing bedsheets and joking around, Hyunjin realizes that this is exactly what he craved, what he needed the most, what he was made for.

He was made to love you, he was sure of that, and you were made to be loved by him, worshipped and adored like the most precious and rare flower.

What he couldn't find all this time in the city, he had found on a little island, that something which was unreachable to him was now in his arms.

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Blooming Eyes

pairing; collegeathlete!anakinx flowershopworker!reader

summary; After accidentally knocking over another student with her painting, Y/n seems to have caught the eye of him. The same eyes that stare at her, blue and intense have trapped her, so she does what she does best; paint.

word count; 14.5k

warnings; P in v sex, multiple smut scenes, rough sex, romantic sex, mutual pining, obsession, dirty talk, name-calling, dumbification, making out( so much kissing omg), cunnilingus, creampie, etc etc

Working and going to school wasn’t fun, Y/n’s sure nobody has ever said it was. Though, her job was, oddly, pretty nice. She worked in a flower shop for Christ's sake, she was around nice people, and even nicer flowers.

School on the other hand was not as enjoyable. Y/n was in school for painting, and because of these two things people were able to figure her out easily. A sensitive woman who owns multiple cats, some even going as far as labeling her a "crazy cat lady" and trying to decipher her mental health for some reason.

She didn't let that bother her though, she lived a cozy life and for that she was grateful.

"I'll miss you." She pouts at her cat. The fluffy white one, Cherry, brushed against her legs as Y/n crouched, she briefly licked Y/n's fingers before rubbing her furry face against them. The woman smiled softly at the white fluff ball as she swept her hand down the cat's furry back.

"Don't think I forgot about you Mr. Grumpy pants." Y/n smiles as she steps over to her other cat, the broody void named Bear. He was curled up on top of her couch cushion, hiding his pouty face as she baby-talked. "I'll miss you too." The black cat uncurled to stretch and play with Y/n's fingers. She finally grabbed her backpack, the large canvas she had to drag to class, and waved at the two cats before opening and shutting the door to her apartment.

Traffic wasn't too bad, though, she wouldn't mind if it was. She enjoys blasting music and singing as loud as she wants. It was therapeutic. But, as she was pulling into the parking lot infront of the art building, she turned a little too sharp and the canvas in her backseat went flying. A mantra of "shit shit shit shit shit" flew out of her mouth as she parked and prayed it didn't break. Y/n whips around and inspects the item before slumping down in relief.

Now, the worst part, getting this monstrosity into class without injuring her fellow classmates.

"Sorry, 'scuse me." She mutters as she sidesteps and tip-toes through a crowd of people. A large clock sits on the wall of the building she's facing and, of course, it reads ‘9:29’. Her class starts at 9:30, she knows college professors are more lenient but she didn’t get that kind of teacher.

She loves her art class, absolutely adores it, but the teacher is a bit of a stickler and will kick students out if they're more than a minute late. Y/n thankfully spots the brick building just in time. Suddenly, "Go long" is yelled from beside her. Whipping her head around, she spots a student who is obviously an athlete and rolls her eyes, turning back to look in front of her.

But that would, simply, be too easy. Her canvas completely bulldozes over somebody as she turned around for half a second. "Oh my god." She spoke, not at the man on the ground, but at the freshly ripped hole right in the center of her painting. Terror paints her face as she stares at it. "Watch where you're going maybe." One of the guy's friends says.

"My painting.." She says as the man on the ground gets up. She's about to apologize when the clock from before chimes at 9:30, her eyes widen more, if possible, so she offers a mumbled "Sorry" before scrambling off.

"Are you okay, Anakin?"

"Yea...I'm fine." He lets out, still a little stunned. Not at him being basically tackled, but at her. He's never seen her before, but he couldn't think of a better way to run into her. He shakes his head and catches up with his friends, momentarily turning behind him to see if he's able to catch a glimpse of the canvas through the crowd of students.

Y/n successfully makes it on time, she flies down into her seat after setting the canvas on the project table.

"Nice to see you all again." Her teacher begins, but Y/n tunes him out. As she relaxes into her chair she can't help but think back to the guy she rushed into, guilt fills her as she realized she never properly said sorry. She can't even recall what the guy looks like.

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Later that day she walks around the flower shop, fixing up and watering some of the plants. It's so relaxing, she smiles at each one before moving on to the next. Soon the door swings open to a rowdy group of boys, all of them well over 6'0 as they leer over the shelves of flowers. She catches a bit of their conversation, "What do you think she would like? I know I fucked up, flowers will help, trust me. Girls eat that shit up." She rolls her eyes at that, continuing to care for the various flowers.

Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes catch her, they continue to lock onto her, even when she disappears into the backroom.

The boys ring the bell on the desk, a little too much and a little too rough. She licks her teeth in annoyance as she steps out to the checkout counter. There's about 4 of them and she'd rather be buried alive than have to talk to them. It's unbelievably intimidating as they stare at her while she's checking out the bouquet of flowers they settled on.

"That'll be $15.99." She mutters, looking up and making eye contact with one of them. His eyes are intense, but not in the same way as the others. She feels hooked, almost like she was lured into a trap. She gulps quietly before looking back down, putting away the money, and offering them change.

"Have a nice day and come again." She says, the last part coming out as they stare at each other once more. They only look away after the door opens and closes again. She's not sure if he looks back at her because she turns and zips into the backroom.

Friday, finally. She doesn't have school today, she only works. Her shift doesn't start until 4.

So, until then, she sits and does nothing. It's wonderful, she adores laying on her couch with her cats. Today was a bit different though, the stranger's eyes appeared in her head at every turning corner. It brought along a wave of goosebumps and quick heartbeats. Y/n has no idea why she's so drawn to him, but she is and it has completely blindsided her.

"Alright guys, I'll be home soon enough." Is said to her cats, more for herself honestly. Her shift went per usual, the people were back to being polite, no rowdy men who are incredibly enticing.

The next day, though, was unusual.

The bells she adores chime and ring as she enters the shop, checking in and greeting Marleen, the store owner. "Anything interesting happen recently?" Y/n asks, trying to make conversation as she gets out the watering can for the flowers. Marleen walks behind the cash register as she thinks, "Kind of, a man came in here and walked around for a little bit the other day, didn't buy anything, and then sat outside on the bench for another 10 minutes before leaving."

Y/n furrows her eyebrows, "That's strange." The conversation ends there as she goes to the back of the green house outside and fills up the can, dragging it back and watering the flowers.

An hour or two goes by before a few people come in, she's snipping some of the leaves as one of them gets her attention. The bell chimes once more behind her but she doesn't look. "Can I help you?" She asks, turning towards the man with a smile on her face. "Yes, would you happen to know anything about taking care of plants?"

She smiles brighter at that, "I do, whats the problem?"

"Well, my cactus is starting to turn a darker green or black color at the bottom and it's becoming softer. I'm not sure what to do." The man says, nibbling his lip. Y/n nods before asking, "How often do you water it per week?"

The man raises his eyebrows, "I water it everyday, is that bad?"

She hums, "There's your issue, root rot. Since it's the spring you only need to water it about every 10 days, that should clear it up. If the rot is more severe you might need to repot and re-soil it."

"I see, thank you so much!" She smiles as they part ways, she goes back to snipping the last of the leaves before retreating back to the backroom to drop off the scissors and then to the counter, waiting for anyone to check out. She spaces out for a second before noticing someone walking up to the front of the counter.

"Hello, did you find everything okay?" She spews off automatically before looking up, seeing it's the man from the other day. Not the loud, obnoxious one, the one with the intense blue eyes.

He softly smiles, "I did." His voice is deep, but inviting and easy to listen to. She grabs the small potted succulent he placed onto the counter before grabbing the scanner and scanning the bottom. She catches his outfit, a black baggy t-shirt and acid-wash black jeans. The simpleness only added to his overall appeal.

"You sure know a lot about plants." He starts, smiling at her. "You must have a lot at home."

She laughs before telling him the price, "I don't actually, I have cats so y'know." She smiles while the man swipes his card, "It'll ask you if you want to add a tip and then you can sign." She says, regarding the card reader. He nods before tapping it a few times and dragging his finger along the screen.

"You look like the type to have cats." He says as he puts his card away, "Is that bad?" Y/n lightly teases. He shakes his head no, "Not at all, it's cute."He says, momentarily reading her name tag. "I'll be sure to come back and ask you for advice if anything happens ." Her heart practically stops in her chest as she laughs, "I'll be expecting you, have a nice day."

"You too, Y/n."

She swallows, watching him leave. "Oh my god." She whispers, she could fill out a diary about him and they only just met. So, thats exactly what she does.

When she returns home, she makes a B-line for the new pocket-sized sketchbook she recently bought. She flips past the drawings of flowers and settles on an empty page. Getting out a pencil and drawing the one thing she remembers the most, his eyes. The intensity of them, his brow bone, she makes sure she incorporates the way they make her feel as well. She even busts out her colored pencils for the blue of his irises.

She would feel embarrassed if she didn't feel a physical feeling before drawing his eyes, her fingers tingle as she draws them, again and again. They stain page after page, some colored, some not. But they all make her feel the same way. When she deems it out of her system for the time being, she checks her clock, stunned to see it was way past 12:00.

But that's okay, the shop isn't open on Sundays.

Her dreams that night were surreal, she fell into his eyes, literally, like they were a hurricane, they swirled her further and further into him. She drowned in his eyes and wouldn’t mind if she did in real life too. When she awakes, there's a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. That day she tries her best to get into her homework and not the alluring customer from her job. At one point she spaces off and doodles along the sides of her psychology homework, it lasts a few moments before she realized what she drew. The same pair of eyes that have been tormenting her, stare back from her homework.

"I'm going crazy." She mumbles, laying her head on the table. Y/n picks herself up after a minute or so. Scribbling down the answer to the last few problems, she throws the paper in her folder and sits down on her couch, chewing her thumbnail anxiously. She's not really sure what's going on with her, she doesn't even know his name. His eyes though, the way they stared at her, brought out a feeling like no other. She decides to occupy herself with tv until she goes to bed, she has art class tomorrow and is well aware of the homework her teacher assigns on Mondays.

—

Pulling into her parking space, she makes a mental note on the art supplies she has to buy. The faint thought of taking her drawings of him to the next level startle her. Is this creepy? She hopes not. It's truly addicting to think about him.

"Happy Monday, everyone. As you're probably expecting, I have an assignment for you." Sighs are heard through the class as he keeps going, "Next Monday you will turn in a painting on something that moves you. Doesn't matter what, but make it have meaning." He finishes. Y/n thinks for a moment about what she'd make, she can feel it at the back of her mind though. She doesn't have to really think that hard about it.

Her job was quiet, only two people came in during the 3 hours she's been there. Her shift ends in 10 minutes and she's excited to pick up some new art supplies, creativity is fresh on her mind, it has the tips of her fingers tingle. So much so, she grabs a pad of paper and a pencil and gets to practicing the same pair of eyes she's come to perfect.

The bells chime and she lets out a "Welcome in." As she usually does. She doesn't look at the door as she shades in the pupil of the eye, she can already see his likeliness shining through the paper. She continues adding details to his eyebrows as she senses something.

"Wow, that's amazing." A deep voice says from over her shoulder. Y/n jumps about 6 feet in the air and just barely keeps in her squeal of terror. He stands back and chuckles, "Didn't mean to scare you, you okay?" He asks, putting a comforting hand on her back.

"Oh yea, I'm fine. And thank you." She tries her best to seem not panicky and caught red handed.

"Can I see it?" He asks her, nodding towards the pad of paper. Okay, now it's time to panic. She can't say no, that would be off putting. Maybe he won't notice the resemblance? She inhales, "Sure, here." She scoots over the paper to him. Her heart stutters in her chest and her palms grow clammy the longer he stares at it.

"These seem familiar." He pauses, she could honestly throw up right now, this can't be happening. "I can't put my finger on it."

She exhales, relief settling over her shoulders as he moves back to the front of the small counter, she shuffles the paper onto the shelf below the register, hoping he doesn't connect any dots.

"I actually came here to ask you something. I'm in botany right now and it's not looking too good for me, I saw how good you are with plants, so I was wondering if you would tutor me? ." Y/n widens her eyes, what did she do in her past life to be rewarded like this?

"Oh, yea, I can do that. When are you free?" She's dreamed about asking him that, different context though, usually it's after he declares his love for her and wants to get married. Tutoring is good too though.

"I'm not working at the moment so any time that works for you probably works for me." He smiles, the motion adds a matching expression to her own face.

"Tomorrow at 6:00?"

"Perfect, does my place work? I'll give you my number." He tells her, waiting eagerly for her to reply.

"I can do that, and here." She grabs her phone from her back pocket. Passing it to him, her bottom lip becomes trapped under her front teeth. Their fingers brush against each other’s as he takes the device from her. Y/n swallows, glancing everywhere but him as he continues. "Here." He passes it back to her, he even put in his name. "Anakin." She states looking up at him. There's a gleam in his eyes, she's not sure what it is but it's accompanied by a teasing smile.

"That's me. Well, I just came here to run that by you, thank you again. I'll talk to you later?" He leans on his hands that are flat on the counter, not so subtly towering over her. The intensity in his eyes comes swooping back as she looks up at him. They trace her very being and it feels like she's forgotten how to breathe.

"I'll make sure to text you after my shift." She smiles at him to the best of her ability, it's hard though, she feels like the only person in the world as he looks at her. It's not a bad feeling, not at all, it makes her feel warm and special.

"I'll be looking forward to it." He let's her know as he walks to the door, turning around to speak to her.

When he leaves and is out of her line of sight, she crumbles. Y/n sits down behind the counter to catch her breath. Her face probably looks like a tomato right now, but she doesn't mind-Y/n has bigger problems. Like having to text him. What should she say?

'Hi' sounds too uninterested.

'Hello' sounds too formal.

'Hey' sounds too much.

She decides she'll cross that bridge when she gets there, she has another hour behind the counter before she can leave.

Turns out, that hour was pure agony. She spaced out the entire time and it STILL felt like years. But, it's bittersweet. As she sits in her car, face lit by the screen of her phone, the empty message bar sits there, she's typed nothing. Y/n knows she's being dramatic, so she huffs and types against her will.

"Hey, this is Y/n."

Then she basically throws her phone into the passenger seat and takes off. The volume of the radio blasts as she grips the steering wheel with a new found urgency.

Just when she opens her door she remembers the supply store. "Goddamnit." She swears she'll go tomorrow.

"Hi, Babies." She greets her cats as they hang around her legs.

It's not very late so she decides to start on her art project. She has a closet full of canvas', so she flips through them. What would make Anakin's eyes pop the most? Y/n doesn't know why she does this to herself, but she picks the biggest one she owns. This time, though, if it rips, she might attack somebody.

She lays the canvas out on her floor, an array of different black and gray pencils sit around her.

She closes her eyes for a moment, visualizing earlier that day. How his eyes pierced her, how he looked down at her. Blindly, she searches for a pencil. The feel of it on her fingers felt amazing, she cracks open her eyes and gets to work. His eyes fill the entire thing in no time and she feels whole. It didn't take long for her to fully sketch out everything, as she gazes at her newest obsession, it sends a jolt of electricity down her back. She breathes before picking up her phone, lungs soon deflating as she sees a text.

'Thought you forgot about me for a second haha'

She spots the time it was sent, 1 hour ago.

She scrambles to open the message app and type actual words.

'I could never and sorry by the way. I was working on my art project, it really cuts me off from the world lol'

He responds a second later;

'You really are a tortured artist lol'

'Here's my address by the way-->'

Y/n knows she'll have to put that into her gps, she's not the best with directions.

'Thanks, I'll be there at 6. Make sure you have the homework you're struggling with and the class textbook'

'I gotchu'

The conversation ends there, she can finally breathe.

School was, well, school, nothing ever happens in her math or english classes. Per usual, her job was the most exciting part of her day that didn't involve Anakin.

So, when she leaves work and heads to the supply store, she picks up the right paint and decides if she needs more brushes or not. As she tosses them in her backseat, she checks the time on her phone, "You have to be kidding me." She grumbles, 5:50. Her fingers quickly punch in his address before she's pulling out of the parking lot. He lives about 15 minutes away and it makes her kind of want to drive off the bridge she's currently driving over.

She speeds the entire way there, thankfully arriving 13 minutes later instead of 15.

In her scrambled state she forgets who's door she's knocking on for a moment, the fear of being late taking over her mind completely. So when Anakin opens the door she grips the wall beside her for support. "Well well, seems you're about 14 minutes late, tsk tsk." He teases as he holds the door open for her.

"I'm so sorry, I had to run to the store to get more paint." She offers, slipping her shoes off.

"Art project you were talking about last night?' Anakin asks, closing the door. Y/n nods, muttering a 'Yea'.

"When am I gonna be able to see it? If it's taking so much of your time it must be good."

Her eyes widen, he wasn't able to decipher the quick sketch at her job, but he would absolutely tell with her painting. She tries to hide her panic, "Maybe if you pass botany." She teases, following him to wherever he's set up at. They come up to his dining room table, papers and textbooks are arranged nicely, it makes her smile.

He takes a seat and pats the one next to him, "C'mon Ms. Artist. Tell me about plants."

She giggles as they begin.

Everything is going well, he's getting questions right and seems fairly knowledgeable on the topic.

"Are you sure you need help? You're doing great, I could hire you at my shop." He gives her a shrug and a laugh, the topic shifting to normal conversation after a little.

"You have two cats?" He asks, body facing her as he leans on an arm.

"Yup, Cherry and Bear, both pieces of my heart." She expects him to laugh at her for saying that, poke fun at her for caring so much for them. But he smiles, "That's cute, I can't lie. Do you have any pictures?" Y/n almost misses his question, her ears still perked up at his compliment.

"Oh, uh, yea." She grabs her phone in her back pocket, swiping through her pictures until she lands on one. Cherry lays on her chest while Bear sits behind her, his head pressed up against the side of her face. It still warms her heart looking at it.

As she shows him the photo, she gauges his reaction. A moment passes. "Wow, that's so cute" He's mumbles, drinking in the photo as she pulls it away, "I know right, they both have such cute faces."

"Oh yea, your cats are cute too."

She laughs at that, trying to not let his obvious flirting ruin her composure right now. As Y/n stares at the photo, the time in the corner of the device catches her attention. "I should go, it's getting late." She says softly, stacking the papers they went over, neatly. She stands and pushes the chair in, until a hand comes up to hers, stopping her from getting too far.

"When are you free again?"

"What, you wanna talk about my cats some more?" She laughs, soon looking up at him again as he stands. The hand on hers doesn't move, only squeezes for a second. A laugh leaves him as he looks away for a moment, a smile present on his face

"No tutoring this time, I was wondering if you just wanted to hang out? No plants."

Her eyebrows raise, "Oh, seriously?"

"If you don't want to thats okay-"

"No!..no, I, that would be nice." She stutters out, swallowing. The hand on hers maneuvers so they're hands are interlocked. She would've peaked down if not for the way he was looking at her. It's like a switch for him honestly, the intensity in his eyes flood back and she has to remind herself to stand correctly.

Anakin sucks in his bottom lip as he stares at her face, soon settling on her lips. He takes the first step, backing her into his table. Their fingers split apart as he leans his hands on the edges of the furniture, blocking her in. "I honestly can't get enough of you, each time I see you it's not enough." He whispers against her parted lips, his right hand coming up to cradle her waist.

"Anakin." She breathes heavily.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, lips brushing against hers.

Y/n gulps, nodding as she gazes at his eyes then lips.

He doesn't wait a second before connecting with her skin, gently, lightly. The kiss progresses, the last hand on the table drifts to the base of her neck, loosely gripping the skin. Y/n seriously can't get over how big he is, he's so broad and tall. She feels like he could swallow her up with ease and it has her knees weakening.

They eventually drift apart, lingering near each other until he backs up and lets her out of his cage.

"Here." He mumbles, grabbing her hand and leading her to where her shoes sat. She slips them on without tying them.

"Text me when you get home?" Anakin asks, leaning his hand against his door frame as she stands on his porch. A soft chuckle escapes her, "Sure." Before she goes, he leans in, placing a hand on her cheek and leaving a sizzling goodbye kiss on her lips.

"Bye."

After letting him know she got home safe, she pretty much passed out, she's never been through so much in such a short period of time.

She wakes up to a few texts, and each and everyone of them drive her teeth deeper into her, poor, bottom lip.

'Good morning'

"I had a lot of fun last night'

'What are your classes today?'

Y/n composes herself as best she can before replying.

'Good morning! I had a lot of fun too, more than I've had in awhile'

"And I have two classes, psych and geometry’

The bubbles appear and she turns off her phone, closing her eyes and squealing.

'Do you wanna meet up sometime this week? if you're busy thats okay i totally get it'

She giggles at his rambling.

'I'd love to see you, is Friday okay?'

'Friday's great, wanna grab lunch? I'll pick you up'

"Sounds fun, see you then<3'

Was the heart too much? She doesn't know, it felt right in the moment. She honestly wouldn't be surprised if this was another one of her dreams, they're a little too convincing for her liking.

To say the week went slowly is an understatement. But, she has made good progress on her drawing, the vivid blues she used brought out his eyes incredibly. She traced the dried shadows casted onto the skin of his eyelids with her finger, she knew she was fucked.

Friday rolled around, it weighed on her psyche like a brick. Soon, though, the crippling anticipation would be over.

She scanned herself over in the mirror, "You got this, it's just the dude you're infatuated with who likes you back." Saying it out loud did not help, infact, the need to throw up starting growing. Y/n chugged some water before getting the text.

'I'm outside'

She inhaled and said her goodbyes to her cats, shakily closing the apartment door behind her. From the lobby she could spot a black car parked right in front of the stairs, she hoped it was his. It would be really awkward if she opened it and it wasn’t Anakin. Thankfully, though, it was. "Hey" He greeted, leaning his elbow on the center console, eyeing her closely.

"Where we goin?" Y/n asked, buckling in her seatbelt after she shut the door. He made a thoughtful face before saying the name of a cafe place he wanted to try. Her interested was piqued. The drive there made her giggle, the music he was playing made it very..obvious he was a college student. "What?" He asked, turning to her for a second before watching the road again, a matching smile on his face.

"You listen to fuck boy music." She pressed her hand lightly over her mouth as she laughed harder.

A look of faux offense struck his face as he let out an incredulous scoff. "Fuck boy music?" His astounded voice made the situation all the more funny, her stomach even started hurting from laughing so much. "Wow.." He murmured, chuckling some more. He bit his lip and shook his head. After that it was much easier to talk to him, he was easy to converse with surprisingly.

"What drink did you get?” He asks, taking a bite from his bagel. “An iced matcha latte with a shot of vanilla and vanilla sweet cold foam.”

He blinks at her, “Bless you.”

She laughs before taking another sip of her drink, a lock of her hair loosens from behind her ear and hangs in front of her eye. Anakin doesn’t waste a second before his hand is coming up to loop it back in place.

Y/n raises her eyebrows at his eagerness, "What? Couldn't have anything blocking that face of yours." The drink coming up her straw slowly goes back down as she freezes. A blush she hopes isn't as bad as she thinks it is, takes over her face and ears. She's really not used to a guy being this way with her. Anakin watches her, amused, he loves the way she reacts to his advances.

"What time is it? My shift starts at 4." She remembers, playing with her straw.

"2:04."

"I got time, what do you wanna do?" She wonders as he stands up and grabs the paper his bagel came with, throwing it away as they walk out. "Good question, do you wanna go back to your place?" It's an innocent enough question but she raises her eyebrows anyway, teasing him.

"Oh don't give me that look." He smiles, putting an arm around her shoulders. Leaning into her ear he says lowly, "Don't tell me you're already thinking dirty thoughts. You're so cute." His words paired with his tone, the proximity, his arm, and the intoxicating way his lips and breath brush against her ears are too much for her. "Ladies first." He says, back to his smiley self as he opens the passenger door for her.

The way back could be both worse and better at the same time. He rests a hand on her clothed thigh, he doesn't move it, but it's there, and she's acutely aware of it. It singes her skin even through her jeans. Y/n swears he's out for blood right now, she can feel her heart and it's not looking good.

As she unlocks her apartment door, she wouldn't be surprised if she just dropped dead right there.

Her cats, like always, meet her at the door, tails flicking, and cute meows spewing at random moments. Anakin's in awe as he crouches down, letting the animals smell his hands. "They're so cute."

She giggles at his expression, hanging up her purse.

Her cats warm up to him pretty fast, Bear flips over, his furry stomach on display for them both. Anakin gets his cat fix before moving on to her living room. "Very cozy, Ms. Tortured Artist." He jokes, taking a seat on the couch. Y/n laughs, finding the remote, "Oh, please. I swear everyone thinks I'm such an open book."

"That's probably because you are." He smiles, leaning back and manspreading.

"Okay then, guess something about me." She challenges, forgetting the remote to turn and face his smug expression. "Hmm." He looks up at her ceiling in thought before making an 'o' shape with his mouth, "I bet your room is either beige or pink, no in between." Her mouth opens a bit, he actually got it right. Her bedsheets are pink, maybe she is an open book.

"Well, fuck. You got me, it's pink." She laughs, shrugging.

"Of course it is, can I see it? I don't see too many adults with pink rooms." He plays it off, acting like he's completely innocent in this. Y/n nods, standing up to venture down the hallway. She creeks the door open, her lips pursed as she showed him the pink room he completely guessed right on.

"Wow, cute room. I bet you bring all the guys here, hm?" He teases, sitting on the edge of her bed, he pats the space next to him. "You're an ass." Y/n mumbles, sitting next to him. He leans over a bit, "I might be, do you have a problem with that?' He leans in more, scooting over even. He's close again like he was at his house that day.

She shakes her head, her spine tingling at the sensation of his hand wandering to her thigh. It caresses it, almost luring her she feels like. "Good." Is the last thing she hears before he kisses her again. They both lose themselves in the intimate act, need coming from both sides. It gets heavy quickly, a hand is placed around her back, pulling them closer together, the hand on her thigh has migrated to her ass.

Crash!

Anakin was honestly just going to power through it, the feel of her so eager to touch him sent him spiraling. But, of course, she pulls away.

"Give me one moment, okay?" Y/n pants against his lips, an apologetic smile already on her face. He nods, smacking her ass when she gets up. He closes his eyes and breathes, later opening them to glance around her room. It makes him feel something as he takes in the cutesy stuff around him, and that something shoots down to his jeans as they tighten ever so slightly. Stuffed animals littered her pink bed, her desk next to it had cute little stationary sets, random figurines, and a little notebook. He's not sure why it catches his attention but it does, the latch to keep it closed piqued his interest. So, without thinking, he leans for it, swiping it from the table.

The leather rubs against his warm fingertips as he unlatches it, flipping to the first page. "Predictable." He smiles, little sketches of flowers are sprinkled through out it, and the page after it. Just as he gets to the third page she walks in, immediately eyeing her demise in his hands. She snatches it from his hands the second he lays his eyes on, well, his eyes.

"You're so nosy." She laughs it off like she didn't feel her heart lurch in her chest.

"Sorry." He pauses, leaning back to look at her. A new mood swirling through his eyes, new to her at least.

"You really like drawing those eyes, huh?" He smiles, watching as she sits back next to him. "You could say that." She responds, hoping he drops it. He, thankfully, lets go of what he saw, eyeing her on her cute pink bed, the blush on her cheeks, and the timid look on her face. It’s so alluring. “Don't you think you're a little far away?" Anakin asks, ready to tackle her.

"I'm right next to you, our knees are touching."

"Yea, well, I could think of some other things I'd like to be touching other than our knees." He mumbles, loud enough for her to hear. He gazes at her face with an unbreaking stare. Scooting closer, he leans in to graze her ear with his lips.

"Seeing you all shy and blushy on your pretty pink bed really turns me on, if I'm being honest." His voice an octave lower. A moment later he stands up, a teasing smile on his face. "It's 3:10, you should get ready for work." Y/n looks at him with huge eyes, her fists still clenching the sheets under her. She nods, eyes going everywhere before landing on her lap—her mind trying to rationalize what just happened.

"Oh, right." Need has settled in her stomach, it swirls inside her as she walks past him to her closet. Her work uniform was neatly hung up like usual.

"Wow, do I get a show?" Anakin asks, amused as he takes a seat back on her bed. Y/n playfully scoffs, laying her clothes on her bed before taking his hand and guiding him through her house. "Are you kicking me out, Cutie? I thought we had something special." He jokes, putting on his shoes. "You're so annoying." She laughs, opening the door when he's done. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Gotta make sure you don't miss me too much."

"Okay, okay, get out." She laughs again, Anakin puts his arms up in faux defense as he laughs along. "I'll see you later, Cutie." He takes ahold of her chin, guiding their lips together. The kiss is definitely more than a peck, it leaves her wanting more as he pulls away. He offers her a wink before leaving down her building's hallway.

After closing the door, she slides down it. Face pressed into her knees. Images of what happened only minutes prior race through her mind, momentarily stunning her. She's never been so attracted to someone in her life. But, in love or not, she must get to work. As she's undressing to change into her uniform, she can't help but to let her mind wander. What if she did 'give him a show'?, she knows the feeling of his hands against her bare skin would be intoxicating. His already sinful mouth would be hair-raising.

Goosebumps graze over her arms and stomach as she slips on her shirt and tugs on her pants. The entire way there and her entire shift was endured with a heavy heart. She was wrapped so tightly around his finger already. The vulnerability of it all was scary though, she fell so hard and so fast. Yet, she didn't worry too much about it.

That night she lay awake. Skimming her fingers over her lips, replaying the kisses he's shared with her. A warm feeling fills her chest and abdomen as she closes her eyes. Pressing her face into the pillow as she smiles.

—

“Hey, listen, I was wondering if you’d like to come to my game next weekend.” Anakin says, he called her only a moment ago and, obviously, she picked up pretty fast.

“You play sports?” It really wasn’t that surprising, whenever he wore short sleeves his biceps would strain against the material, she could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.

“Yea, I play football. I’d love if you came, seeing you there would be great.”

“Sounds fun, I haven’t gone to a football game since I was in high school.” She murmurs into the phone, sitting cross-cross on her floor alongside her painting.

“Well, then you probably don’t know that you’ll need to wear a cheer costume, preferably a size smaller or two.” He teases, jokingly trying to convince her. A laugh comes from her and he can picture her smile.

“Is that so? I’m not sure either of us would enjoy my ass hanging out infront of the entire school.” She chuckles, spinning her brush in the jar of water next to her, soon drying it off on a rag.

“You’re right, you should cheer me on in a more..secluded place, like my bedroom.”

“You’re too much, Anakin.” She pauses for a moment, voice becoming softer as she continues. “I’ll be there, text me what time and stuff, okay?” The man on the other end smiles, “Of course, also. I don’t have a picture of you for your contact, could you send me that one you took of you and your cats you showed me the other day?”

Her eyebrows raise, he was oddly specific. “Sure, why that one specifically?” She wonders aloud, dipping her brush into some of the paint lightly.

“I love that picture of you, I told you I thought you were cute in it.” His deep chuckle has her hand momentarily stalling.

“I thought you were just being horny, if I’m being honest.” She confesses, breathy laugh escaping her.

“Me? Horny? Absolutely not.” Anakin teases, sitting up in his bed. “I will say though, could you blame me? You do something to me, Y/n. It’s difficult not touching you at all times.” He confesses, rubbing his neck with his free hand.

“What, do you like me or something?” She could only think of a limited amount of responses. The topic of sex and all things related stunned her a bit, she wasn’t a virgin but that didn’t mean she was used to his advances or forwardness. She heard his low laugh from the line and laid her brush on the rag for the time being.

“You have no idea, it’s honestly a miracle we’ve made it this far. We haven’t even had sex yet and you’re still keeping up with me. It means a lot.” The sincerity in his voice caught her off guard.

“Does that not usually happen?” She wonders if it’s too much to ask, but she’s curious. He sighs before answering.

“I don’t have the best..track record with relationships. I feel like sometimes all people boil me down to is sex, so, it’s refreshing that we haven’t done anything yet and you still wanna hang out with me.” His answer honestly made her wanna cry, she couldn’t imagine being used in such a way—multiple times.

"I'm so sorry. If it means anything, that's probably the last thing I'd ever do. I know I don't show my feelings much...but I really like you. It kinda scares me honestly." She held her breath at the confession, scared of what he'll reply with.

"Yea? You like me? What do you like about me exactly?" And there he was, back to his old teasing self. Y/n laughs loudly at his sudden change in tone.

"Do you actually want a list?" She smiles, absentmindedly grabbing her brush and twirling it in the dark-colored water.

"Oh absolutely, lay it on me, Cutie."

"Hmm, well, I really like how forward you are. You saying you'd like to see me and stuff, the guys I've dated in the past tried to be all cool and anti-feelings. It's nice knowing what you're thinking."

"How could I ever hide how I feel about you?" He sighed, running a hand through his sandy curls.

"Plus, it really helps that you're sexy." She had to say it, it had to be known. It was the truth, she couldn't be blamed. Anakin snorts at that.

"You're so cute, I just wanna pinch your cheeks." He teases, goofy smile on his face.

The call, unfortunately, ends a little after that. She has one day to finish the painting, it only needed some final touches so she was happy tomorrow was Sunday.

Said day went nicely. She finished the painting completely and couldn't be happier with it. She honestly doesn't know how she did it but she truly encompassed Anakin onto the canvas. Looking at it brought a warm feeling to her body, it swam from her heart, to her stomach, and to her limbs.

--

"Alright, there are two piles. One is the normal turn in pile, and the other is the turn in pile for the University’s art show next Friday night. Now, I will warn you, not everyone who enters will be in the show. We are looking for the best the class has to offer, if you don't get picked that's okay. There will always be more."

Y/n thinks heavily about her decision, she can't possibly pass up an opportunity like this. So, she breathes and adds it to the art show pile. She tries her best to not dwell on it too much, she knows if she overthinks she'll end up panicking and changing her decision. The teacher tells them their homework for the week, but it's nothing to fret over. Because this project was so big he only asked for some simple sketches and drawings.

By the time she makes it out of class her phone pings, an email. Apparently, her teacher for her last class of the day is sick so class is cancelled. She shrugs mentally and decides to head to the library. Her shift doesn't start for a hot minute and she could get some homework done.

She adores the library, especially this one table. It's more towards the back, it's cut off by thick shelves, little to no distraction. It's perfect for homework.

As she walks, she feels her shoulders lift. The painting hanging over her head was done. The obsession with Anakin's eyes painted into reality, it was done. A small smiles lifts her lips as she opens the door to the building the library is located in. The shelves blur together as she walks passed them, they tower over her as usual. The place is fairly empty, aside from one or two students.

She gets closer to the table and crosses her fingers, hoping it's empty. Y/n sighs in relief as she sees it vacant. Sitting in her usual seat, she sets down her backpack and drags out her computer.

Unexpectedly, her phone pings again. This time it isn't an email.

'what class are you in rn?'

Y/n smiles, giddly typing a reply.

'class was cancelled, im doing some homework in the library. it's so quiet in here it’s great’

She leaves it at that, not expecting anything to come from it. So, she plugs in her headphones and shuffles her playlist. Beginning to type her homework. Her head bops to the beat until a pair of hands squeeze her shoulders. It makes her jump, she's honestly not sure if she made a sound or not, her music was a little too loud. She tugs out the earplugs, knowing the culprit already.

"Anakin, you scared me." She breathes, smile on her face as she places a hand on her chest.

"That was kinda the point." He teases, sitting in the seat beside her. "Whatchya working on?"

"My English essay, do you not have a class right now?"

"Technically, it's not a mandatory day. Plus, I'd rather be here with you." He flirts, grabbing her hand that rests on the table. "I missed you."

She can't take her eyes off of him as he tells her that. "I missed you too." Soon, he's nodding at her headphones. "What're you listening to?"

"Oh, Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, it's one of my favorite songs." She passes him one of the earbuds and restarts it.

As she continues typing her essay, they're both quiet, listening to the love song. Anakin's eyes trail up her arm, to her concentrated face, his eyes soften as he takes her in. The song adding a loving theme song to what he was feeling. She was so close to him, a mere few inches. His hand reaches out to graze her arm, skin free due to the short sleeved shirt she was wearing. It brought comfort to him that he could reach out and know she was there.

Y/n's eyes flick to him at the touch, meeting his gaze quickly.

It's silent between them, the look he's giving her would've probably had her in the hospital a week ago. She's able to keep looking at him now, even through his intense stare. Electricity crackles in the air around them, nothing else matters. Nothing else could matter.

His hand doesn't leave her upper arm as he leans in, romantically connecting their lips. The chorus starts up once again, it's fuel for the desire being poured from them. They push together harder, wanting to be one. The only reason they split is for air. But, the need for closeness is still alive and well. So, he scoots closer, wrapping her in a hug. He mumbles something in her hair, but she doesn’t hear it. The sound of their breathing and heartbeats is the only thing heard after that until Y/n speaks up.

"Do you wanna go to an art show next Friday night with me?" Her voice is quiet, almost like he'd run away if she was too loud.

Pulling away enough to look into her eyes, he answers. "Of course, I'd go anywhere with you."

--

That week they met up a few times, sometimes at school, and sometimes at random restaurants for a date. Anakin was sure he was losing his mind, he's never felt such a way for someone. He was falling for her, very hard and very fast.

After their meet up at the library, Y/n had an idea. Thinking back to when they were on the phone, what if she did wear a cheer costume. Obviously not to the game, but they could celebrate afterward. She wanted to be closer to him, needed the feeling of him. She knew Anakin wanted that too, so she was ready to make it memorable. She orders the skimpy costume off of Amazon and checks that it'll be there before Friday night.

So, when Friday morning rolls around and it ends up in her mailbox she's more than ready for what's to come.

"You're picking me up right?" She asks over the phone, the device is on speaker as she gets undressed, ready to put on the costume under her normal clothing.

"Yea..why do you sound so far away?"

"Oh, sorry. You're on speaker, I'm changing right now." It's not her intention but she'll know Anakin'll get a kick out of that.

"Are you now?"

Then, an incredibly erotic idea falls into her head. As she speaks to Anakin she snaps a picture of herself, she's not wearing anything but the photo stops right above her breasts. They were still very noticeable so she could tease him perfectly. A pout is settled on her face as her hair frames the seductive expression. She sends it and keeps talking like nothing nefarious is happening behind the scenes.

When he stops talking she does too, a smirk making its way onto her face. "Something wrong, Ani?" She's never used the nickname before, but it feels like the right moment to start.

"Fuck, Y/n. You're gonna kill me. I want you so fucking bad, oh my god." His voice is deep and strained.

She ignores the way her body reacts to that as she replies, "Whe are you gonna be here? I miss you."

"Mm, I miss you too, I'll be there in an hour. Be ready for me, yea?” The double meaning of his words tingles up her spine.

--

She checks herself over in the mirror, the small two piece barely covered anything. Her cleavage couldn't be on more of a display, especially since she paired it with her favorite push-up bra. The small, red, pleated skirt didn't even cover half of her ass, and she paired that with a matching lace thong.

The text that he was waiting for her outside came sooner than she expected so she threw on some baggy clothes and grabbed her things. Making her way to him.

Shocking to nobody, once she sat in his passenger seat he was on her. Hand on her neck as he pressed a searing kiss on her welcoming lips. It would've gone on longer if she didn't remind him of where they were going.

"You're so lucky my game saved you, I don't think I could've held myself back after that photo you sent." He threatened, pulling out of the parking lot. "Don't threaten me with a good time." She replies, taking his free arm into both of hers. She practically hugged him the entire way there.

"You wait in the stands for me, okay? I'll be looking for you." Anakin said, closing the gap between them again.

"Good luck."

--

As she sat on the lowest bench of the stand, a chill ran up her spine at the thought of what was going to happen once the game was over. The feeling tripled as she spotted him. The look on his face causing a blush to grow on her cheeks.

The game started soon after that, she never really paid attention to sports, so she didn't really know what was going on. She knew enough to get her by, though. She watched him closely, watched as he bulldozed the opposing players. He was one of the tallest on the team so he stood out well. It was unbelievably hot, she couldn't deny the way her thighs clenched together. She was more than ready for the game to be over.

During one of the breaks, he jogs up to the fence next to the stairs of the stands. Calling her over with a nod and a smile. His helmet hung on one of his fingers as he waited for her. "You're doing great." She tells him, smiling proudly.

"It's all because of you, my love." He lightly pants, leaning over the fence to kiss her. Though he tastes like sweat, she didn't mind. The opposite actually, it turned her on even more. And when they split he could see the gleam in her eyes. "As soon as I win this thing we can get outta here, how does that sound?" He moved his damp curls from his face as he spoke, it added to his undeniable sex appeal.

"Sounds good, I'll wait at the car for you afterward." Her hand reaches out to rub at his sticky biceps.

He nods before giving her one last kiss and running back to the field. She gulps, hands sweaty as she sits back down. No doubt having some eyes on her after all that.

She watches him again, this time he's carrying the ball to the other side of the field. The final touchdown of the night. He wins for their team and everyone there loses their mind. Anakin's team surges towards him in awe, she could hardly hear her own thoughts as everyone around her screams and yells. She's immensely proud of him , the need to congratulate him was strong at that point. She realizes though, with everyone jumping around her, she can't see the field. So, she stands on the bench and searches for him. A large smile on her face as she spots him. Watching him so happy made her heart flutter.

As she watches the teams leave the field she clambers down from the bench and makes a B-line for his car. She isn't waiting for long as he tries his best to get through the crowd. The second they meet he's engulfing her smaller frame, her arms wrap around his neck as they kiss probably for the 20th time that day. He's sweaty under the clothes he changed back into, it only makes her wanna take them off.

Anakin presses her back into his car's door, momentarily forgetting where they are. Y/n taps his shoulder as the sound of people talking get closer.

"You did amazing, I'm so proud of you." She praises, pressing another kiss on him.

"All thanks to you, my good luck charm. Do you wanna head outta here?" He smiles, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. She nods before slipping out from under him and getting in the passenger side, telling him to drive to her place. The ride there was pure tension, she played with his calloused hands and praised him more as they neared closer and closer to her building. Neither of them addressed the very obvious pent-up sexual tension suffocating them. Opting for letting it grow--thrive. It would pay off in a matter of time.

Her shutting the apartment door behind her signaled for Anakin to throw his self-control out of the window. He walked her backward with tight hands on her waist as they made out through her apartment, trying to get to her bedroom. Once there, he plants a firm hand on her chest and pushes her down to her bed. The sight of her looking up at him, waiting for him to please her caused more blood to navigate south within him.

“Ever since I saw your cute little room I wanted to do this. Wanted to take you in the most disgusting way possible, see you sob against your pink sheets, all because of me.” He confessed, lowering himself to hover over her.

She couldn’t deny the way that made her feel, all of her ex’s made her feel like a dumb child when they saw her room. So she felt her panties dampen and her thighs rub together at his words. Anakin smirks when he notices the movement. “You like that, Cutie? You like when I talk to you like that?” He leans in to kiss her, cutting off her answer. His skillful tongue licks into her mouth, practically going down her throat the harder he becomes. The kiss is ended with a harsh suck to her tongue.

The man above her continues his assault across her jawline and below her ear, where he begins to get messy with his kisses. He sucks and nibbles all the way down to her collarbones, where he deems she’s wearing too much clothing.

“Take off your shirt for me, Cutie.”

This is it, she gulps as she takes hold of the hem of her shirt and drags it off—showing off the top half of her skimpy cheer costume. He loudly sucks in a breath before pushing her chest back down to the bed and forcefully taking off her pants himself. He throbs in his jeans at seeing the entirety of what she’s wearing.

“What’s all this, baby?” He bites his lip, his hands roaming her exposed skin. A seductive grin takes ahold of his lips as he drinks her in.

“You said you needed a cheerleader, didn’t you?”

“Fuck.” He mumbles, gripping her knees to spread her legs accordingly. Anakin eyes the thong she’s wearing and makes a mental note to stuff them in his pant’s pocket when he gets them off of her. He slots himself in between her welcoming thighs, erection pressing hotly against her clothed cunt. The kisses that were stopped along her collarbones moments ago start up again, now more urgent.

“God, you’re so sexy. All mine too. My little cheerleader.” He breaths against her, making his way down to her cleavage. Nips and sucks are felt at the exposed skin of her breasts, her hips press upwards at that, wanting to feel him. The material of her shirt is pushed up over her bra, then hands snake up her spine to unclasp that too. She shimmies down the straps so he can throw the item behind him.

“I knew you’d have perfect tits.”

He doesn’t waste a second to lick around one of her nipples, taking it in his mouth after a second. A hand gropes the breast that isn’t in his mouth and the other is splayed over the side of her thigh, moving up to grab as much of her ass as it can.

“Anakin.” She moans, arching her back slightly. Her thighs clamp down around his waist, it feeds into the desire that’s beginning to take over his mind. He ruts his hips into her, both of them moaning at the contact. The smell of her arousal floats between both of them, it has him groaning before harshly thrusting against her. “Smell so good, gotta have a taste.” He pulls away, lowering to his knees before she stops him.

“Wait, Anakin. I can’t wait any longer, please—please, fuck me.”

His forehead meets her knee, his teeth pierce his lower lip as he shutters out a breath. “My little cheerleader is such a slut for me already, hm?”

The shirt that clung to his body is taken off, in the sexiest way possible, as well as his pants. Soon, he’s left in his boxers, his very obvious erection strains against the fabric. “Come here.” He grabs her waist as he slides onto the sheets, maneuvering her just the way he wants until she’s propped up on him. His back lays against her pillows as he slips her panties to the side, her leaking cunt pressed deliciously against his clothed cock.

“I can feel how fucking wet you are, is that all for me, Cutie?”

She tries to pay attention to him speak, but the sight of him, abs all sweaty below her, causes her brain to short circuit. “Don’t tell me you’re already all dumb for me.” He hotly stares at her, hand reaching out to grab her chin, making sure she’s looking him in the eye. “I asked you a question.”

She stares with wider hazy eyes, “It’s all for you, Ani. Need you so bad.” She whines, panting already.

He smirks at her state, loving the way she reacts to him. “Show me then, Cutie. Rub your wet little pussy on my cock and I might just fuck you with it.” His eyes are back to the intense ones she knows so well. But this time, he can visibly see how bad they affect her. Taking in a deep breath, she places her shaky hands on his abs before moving her hips. A gasp is heard pretty quickly due to how hard he is, she wonders if it hurts at all.

Weirdly, he finds it that much hotter how her skirt covers where they meet.

“There you go, keep going.” He praises, watching her with lidded eyes. Her head hangs low as she grinds a little harder.

“Fuck.” He rasps, moving his hands to her hips.

Her clit catches his head and ridges a few times and it’s enough to pull a pornographic moan from her. They’re full-on dry humping now, she can even see a wet patch start to grow on his briefs when she pulls up her skirt, it makes him salivate. “I can’t wait any longer.” He groans out, stopping her movements. A hand on her waist keeps her in place as he pushes down his briefs a few inches to grip a hand around himself. Pearls of pre cum ooze down his head and it has her gulping.

“Ready, Cutie?”

Y/n nods, tossing her head back as Anakin runs his cock through her folds before pressing into her. She’s so wet that in one push he’s filled her to the brim. “Anakin.” She weakly moans out, leaning her body forward to push him impossibly deeper inside her.

“Shit, you’re so tight and wet for me. Just like I knew you’d be.”

“You’ve thought of this before?” She asks, knowing the answer. She just wants to hear his dirty words some more. “Of course, I have. Jerked off to the idea of this cute little pussy so many times. You’re better than I imagined.” Her lips quiver at that, it propels her into raising her hips and slamming them down as fast as she’s able to at that moment. The stretch of him is making her delirious, an insatiable hunger taking over her.

“Just like that, Cutie. Doing so good for me.” The praise has her clenching around him. She tries her best to keep a good pace but it’s proving to be difficult, her thighs burn as her body forces her to slow down. The man under her takes notice and grips her waist, sitting up and laying her down beneath him.

He throbs inside of her impatiently, so he grabs her thighs and pushes them closer to her chest, both of them moan at the new angle. The way he’s now kissing her cervix has her turn to pure putty in his hands. “There you go, you’re my dumb little baby, aren’t you? Have I fucked you stupid?” He calls out, eyeing the way she reacts. A smirk finds it’s way on his face as she tries to answer but fails. The grip he has on her thighs tightens as he feels her clench, the fluttering doesn’t stop so he guesses she's close.

Her hand tip toes down to her clit to messily rub, she doesn’t care how or how fast, she just needs the stimulation.

“M’ gonna come.” She moans, tears welling in her eyes at his harsh pace and the words falling from his lips.

“Do it, Slut, come.” He growls, grinding his hips into hers. Anakin watches her face closely as she finishes around him, then he backs up to peak down at the way his cock fills her up to the brim.

“There you go.”

Y/n lazily smiles as he slows down to a stop.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, yet.” He tells her, pulling out to flip her over onto her stomach. His strong hands pull her ass up, pushing her legs apart with his knee. “You look so good like this, pussy ready for me.” His voice is low and gravelly, it has her dripping.

—

The next morning she awoke to the unusual smell of bacon. A hand splays out on the spot next to her, it’s cold. Cracking open an eye, she notices the bed is empty. “Anakin?” Her groggy voice asks to the open air. There’s no response so she pushes herself to her feet, noticing she’s in her panties and what looks like Anakin’s shirt.

Traversing through her apartment, she spots the kitchen and rubs her eyes. Anakin’s tussled hair and toned back was the first thing she saw, “Anakin?”

His ears perk up. Turning around, he smiles, “Good morning, about time you woke up. I was just about to come get you.” He walks over to her, settling his hands on her hips and placing a loving kiss to her cheek. “I made breakfast, go sit down.” He nods to the table. “I didn’t know you were so motherly.” She smiles, sitting down at a chair.

“Just for you.” He murmurs, getting out cups.

Eating breakfast beside him was odd, not in a bad way though. Waking up to him was truly the best feeling. “What time do you work today?” He asks, shoveling the last of his food in his mouth.

“Uhh 4, and tomorrow the shop isn’t open.”

“Oh, so I get you the whole day? I’m honored.” He says as they both get up to put dishes in the sink. Hands on the counter, she turns around to face him. He gladly leans in and traps her between him and the surface, the kiss they shared was sweet, it made her heart swell.

“I should go back to my place to get cleaned up. I’ll miss you.” He punctuates that with a kiss, or two, or three. She giggles in return, teasingly pushing him away as he goes back for more. “When I come back you better be in the same outfit, you look amazing in my clothes.” He leans into her ear to say, playfully nipping at her neck. “Anakin…” She laughs.

—

A few days have passed, Y/n sits at her desk doing her homework as she gets a call. She recognizes that it’s associated with her university. She answers it and her jaw drops. Her painting was accepted into the art show. She springs up from her bed and squeals when the call is over. The first thing she thinks of is telling Anakin, but, maybe it would be better if it was a surprise.

--

“Anakin it’s a school night.”

“We’re adults, Y/n. We’re not in middle school anymore, plus it’ll be fun.” He tries persuading her. Currently his friends and him are going to see a movie, it’s about 9:00 so Y/n is a little worried. She hums from over the phone in thought, “Fine, is your car even big enough for all of us?” She asks, playing with the strings of her sweat pants.

“I’ll pick you up and we’ll meet them there, don’t worry.” Y/n hums again.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes, okay?”

“Okay.”

As he pulls up to her building, he can’t help but be nervous as well. His friends can be a little…intense, and he knows Y/n is the opposite of that. But he really wants his girlfriend and his friends to meet.

“Hey, Beautiful. I missed you.” He smiles, leaning in to leave a peck on her lips.

“I missed you too, what movie are we watching?”

“The new insidious, it looks really good.”

“A scary movie? You should’ve warned me, I’m gonna embarrass myself even more in front of your friends.” Her doe eyes stare in worry at him, causing his heart to squeeze. “Y/n no, I promise it’ll be okay. If it gets too scary I can..distract you. I’m pretty good at that.” He smiles, driving off. Of course, he would say that.

Y/n wipes her clammy hands on her jeans, remembering how the boys were in the flower shop.

Her boyfriend eyes her from his seat, eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, if this is too much for you we can go back. It's up to you." He grabs at her hands, looking her sincerely in the eyes after he parks. "No no, I'll be fine." He smiles at her, giving her a loving kiss before opening his door. The wind whips her hair in her face as she stands, soon hearing the loud chattering of, who she assumes, are his friends. There's about 4 of them, they're already laughing and pushing each other when they reach the two. They do their guy greeting before turning to her. One of them speaks up first, "You must be Y/n, we've heard a lot about you."

"Oh, good things I hope." She nervously smiles, migrating to holding onto Anakin's hand, she grips it like it's her lifeline. The group quickly starts chatting together, Y/n, obviously, the odd one out. The only thing keeping her from running away was Anakin. As they got their tickets and stood in line for snacks, he wrapped a protective arm around her waist. "What do you want?" He asks, referring to what snacks she wants.

A thoughtful expression is seen on her face as she looks over the food. "Can I get the gummy worms? Oh and a blue slushee." She says, pointing to it on the menu. The cashier types in the order, asking if that's all. He nods, paying for you both, his friends order right after. "I'll pay you back, how much was it?" She starts digging through her purse for her wallet. "Y/n, you don't have to pay me back." He shakes his head, smiling affectionately at her.

"Dude, I didn't know you were so sappy." One of his friends laughs, of course, they all start laughing at him. Except one, she doesn't know his name but she knows she doesn't like him. The way his eyes undress her makes her feel dirty and exposed. The 3 pounds of drinks, popcorn, and candy they get is dispersed amongst them. Since they are college boys, they pick the seats way at the back of the theater. She doesn't mind too much though, having Anakin with her soothes her nerves.

As she sits down, Anakin sits to her left, and to her dismay, the one friend sits to her right. The tension the guy brings has her scooting closer to her boyfriend.

Sitting through the ads was tough, she couldn't constantly keep talking to Anakin since he was talking to his friends, so she had to sit there, eating the popcorn that sat in Anakin's lap.

The lights dimmed as she reached for him, clasping one of his hands in between both of hers.

During the movie she had the weirdest feeling of being watched, it chilled her more than the cold theater air. Or, maybe not. She didn't realize how cold it was until right now.

"Anakin, I'm gonna get my jacket from your car, can you give me your keys?" She whispers.

He nods, digging in his pocket and giving her them. Carefully, she gets up, avoiding knocking into everyone's legs as she sidesteps through the aisle.

Moments later when she turns around from locking the car again, jacket in hand. She spots Anakin, his friends, and a security guard outside by the doors. Eyebrows furrowing, she gets closer, the security guard then goes inside, leaving the rest of the men. "What happened? Are you okay?" She noticed one of the guys with a busted lip and bloody nose.

"Let's go, Y/n." Her boyfriend says sternly, dragging her back to the car by the hand. "Anakin? You're scaring me."

Once they sat in the car, her body turned towards him, "Anakin." She says again, waiting for an explanation. The man sighs, rubbing his hands over his face before muttering. "I punched Cody." She's not sure who that is, but she guesses it's the one with the bleeding nose and lip. "What? Why? I thought you were friends."

He sighs again, looking over at you. "He was saying some stuff about you, that I won't repeat. I couldn't control myself after that, then we got kicked out." Y/n was stunned, what could've he possibly said about her that made Anakin so blood thirsty? "Oh." She was obviously a little hurt, not by him, but by the friend. She thought she was doing a good job at talking to them.

"Don't let him get you down, though. You mean so much to me, Y/n, More than I can put into words, let's go home." He runs a hand through his hair before reversing out of his parking space, a stern look still on his face.

That night when they got to her house, he changed into the clothes he brought over and clung to her. They were both on their sides facing each other in bed, her head pressed into his chest, and a firm arm was around her waist.

"Y/n."

"Hm?"

"Look at me."

She does as he requested and tipped her head up, locking eyes with him even through the darkness. His hand on her waist drifts up to comb through the hair beside her ear, before resting on her neck to pull her lips to his properly.

"I love you." He breaths against her mouth, kissing her once more.

"You do?" She asks, reaching up to press her hand onto his. Nobody except her parents has told her that before, especially with the pure adoration that Anakin held. "Of course, I do. The first time I ever saw you, you ran me over with your painting. I was hooked from the beginning." He smiles, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

Her eyes widen, "That was you?"

"Yes, and I couldn't be more happy about it." He spoke so close to her lips, they brushed against each other after each word. "I love you too." She responds, initiating the last kiss before they sleep. After that, they broke apart so Anakin could lean his head on top of hers, listening to her breathing slow as she falls asleep.

--

Getting through her classes was tough, there was only one more day until the art show. Y/n tried her best not to think too much about it, though.

"Here, Cherry. Here, Bear." She calls, putting food into their dishes. As she sits and pets them while they eat, her mind drifts to what Anakin's reaction might be to seeing his own eyes on display. She can only hope it doesn't weird him out, he's her first boyfriend since her Junior year of high school. He even told her he loves her. But, she knew if he did have an adverse reaction to it, she would understand. Her head lay on her knee as she processes all of her emotions at once.

That day at the shop the bell rang, signaling a customer.

"Welcome in..." She trails off. "Anakin, what are you doing here?" Y/n gasps, eyes sparkling. The man smiles while shrugging. "Just looking around, I suppose." She hums, "Let me know if you need any help, okay?" He nods at her words, stepping around an aisle. It doesn't take him too long to pick out what he's looking for.

He places down a singular rose, readying his wallet. "Alright, that'll be $1.25." He hums in return, plucking out 2 one dollar bills. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I'll miss you." Anakin tells her as she gives him his change. "I'll miss you more, Ani." They cement their words with a kiss and then he leaves, waving at her as he does so.

—

Her hands visibly shake when she steps up to his car, it’s already dark outside so she hopes he can’t see. Y/n decided to wear a nice looking dress, she thought it would be nice since her art is in the show n all. “Wow, you look amazing. If you change your mind and wanna stay home tonight just lemme know.” He jokes.

“Tempting.” She smiles back as they finish greeting each other.

“I gotta grab my jacket from the trunk, one second.” He says as he pops the trunk open. A moment later he’s running back, half of his body is outside the car he leans inside. "For you." The red rose he bought from her in his hand, the smile that erupts onto her face has her cheeks hurting.

“Anakin, you’re so sweet.”

“Whoops sorry, here’s the rest.” She looks at him confused before he moves fully in front of the open door, a large bouquet of roses sit in his hands.

Instead of her usual sweet reply, she stares at him as he sits down in the driver's seat, the roses taking up quite a bit of space. Her eyebrows are furrowed as her mouth is still open in awe. She tries to stop the feeling of tears but it’s no use, they well up in her eyes and begin to drip and trickle down her cheek.

“Don’t cry, Cutie.” His eyes soften at her.

She gains some courage to reach out and grab the flowers, looking down at them with her, now, very wet cheeks. “You really didn’t have to.” She sniffles, wiping her tears and nose with her sleeve. “I wanted to, I love you, Y/n.”

She sniffles once more, “I love you too. Thank you.” Anakin’s not sure whether she’s thanking him for the flowers or his feelings towards her, but it makes him feel good either way. During the ride she decides to put the flowers in the back, the need to hold onto him after that was strong.

“Where are we going first?” They see a bunch of people around the school, not sure where the official entrance is.

She looks around at the outside venue before pointing to the place she wants to start looking around, knowing her piece is the opposite way.

It was unbelievably nice to look around and chat about the art pieces, some are statues, clay, and of course, paintings. Now, the moment she’s been dwelling on. She spots her painting a few feet down. “Wow, these paintings are so pretty.” Y/n says, trying to make it seem like something wasn’t eating her up inside. The natural speed of their walking, and brief stops, finally brought them to her painting. A sign in front of it spells out his name as the name of the piece, and her name as the author is right under it. Anakin’s hand on her back rubs her clothed skin, as it has been on and off for the past hour. His fingers feel like fire through her dress.

Her senses are heightened, the sound of the ground under their feet, the chatting of people around them, and the wind is all very loud. Her heart beat especially.

She doesn’t say anything as they walk in front of her section. “Heh, this looks like the eyes you always draw.” She gulps at his observation, waiting for him to read the sign. In a confused voice, he lets out a “Y/n..?” As he stares at the vivid blue on the canvas and the sign that has his name as the title of the painting, it all hits him at once. She can’t possibly look at him, she’s already having trouble regulating her breathing. But, he grips her and spins her to face him.

“This..is yours?” He pauses, eyes full of emotion. “You were drawing me? All those sketches I saw..were me?” He searches her eyes for something, anything in the moment.

“I’m sorry if you find it creepy-.” She begins explaining herself, but he cuts her off. “Y/n, no. I love it, more than I can express.” He never imagined anyone would do this, would ever take such an interest in him more than his physical abilities and attractiveness.

“I can’t believe it. Come here.” He says, taking her to a less populated area. Once they’re there, he grabs her face gently. His eyebrows are knit together as tears well in his eyes. “Y/n, I, I never thought I’d meet someone like you. Thank you for loving me."

It didn’t very long for them to make their way to her bed once more, this time was different though. She felt it in the air, in the way he pressed loving kisses to the expanse of her skin. The dress she’s wearing is bunched around her hips as he lays in between them, kissing down her thighs.

“Gonna make you feel good, Cutie.”

His nose nudges her clothed cunt, it has her hips stuttering upwards. He smiles as he carefully prods her with his tongue over her panties, soon settling on her clit to suckle lazily. "Anakin." She whines, the teasing becoming too much for her. Her boyfriend smiles before moving up to the waistband, kissing sultry kisses into her skin and the fabric, it ends with him nipping at the clothing and tugging it down her body with just his teeth. She hopes she doesn't go into cardiac arrest because of him.

His large hands grip her thighs, throwing them over his shoulder and spreading her wide with two fingers. "Such a pretty pussy for me, Cutie." He mumbles into her as he licks firmly up her slit to her clit. Her back reacts first, then her hands get lost in his hair. She's never been eaten out before, the feeling coupled with the perpetrator being Anakin made her mind fuzzy. He eases his tongue inside of her, licking around before he groans. The vibrations pulling a loud moan from Y/n.

"I knew you'd taste good, so perfect for me."

His praise added a new layer of heat to her face and chest, the dress she was wearing suddenly very hot. Anakin narrowed in on her clit, his finger pulled back the hood so he could suck purely on the bundle of nerves. A choked whine leaves her, her back arches fully at the sensitivity. The liquid fire in her gut spreads like lava as she unexpectedly comes, the moans are stuck in her throat as she processes the euphoria flowing through her. His sucking becomes gentler as he prolongs her orgasm.

"You did so good for me, Baby. God, you drive me crazy. You see what you do to me?" He hotly asks, pushing his jeans down enough to grip his erection through his briefs. An ache settles in her pelvis, the need to be filled becoming almost unbearable. "I need you, Anakin. Feel so empty without you." His eyes close for a second before he fully undresses, soon doing the same to her as she pushes the material of her dress up and over her head. The both of them feeling the effects of the other person.

He pushes in and leans down, catching her lips in a kiss. "I love you, Y/n." She mutters back the sentiments, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the initial stretch of him. The veins that line his shaft are felt through her tight walls, it drives her crazy.

"Fuck, so tight for me." He mumbles, dropping so their bodies are pressed flush against each other. His head rests on her neck as he picks up his pace, rutting into her needly. Light lines of red come to life on his back due to her fingernails, the pressure only drives him further into her. The only other sound besides their mixed moaning and groaning is the squelching from how wet she is, Y/n bites her lip in embarrassment, and Anakin's hips stutter.

"So wet for me, love this pussy so much."

A layer of sweat forms between their bodies as he keeps going, and a hand drifts down between them to rub at her clit. His thumb keeps up with his thrusting, only rubbing faster when she cries out. “Gonna come for me, Cutie?” He breathes heavily, planting deep kisses against her neck and chest.

She nods quickly, clinging onto him. “So close for you.” Her voice is a tad hoarse as she speaks up.

“Let go, need to feel you.”

His plead pushes her off the edge. Her hips do as they please and buck up into him, plunging him deep into her. Fireworks set off behind her closed eyelids and her brain lulls to a stop, letting the overwhelming feeling take over her limbs as they shake. Just as she comes out of it a loud groan sounds from him, “Mm, Baby, where do you want me?”

“In me, please come inside me.”

The idea of coming inside her ends it all for him, dirty thoughts and images run through his mind a mile a minute as he shoves himself as deep as he can go. The warmth of him finishing in her has zaps of electricity shooting up and down her spine.

“You did so good, Y/n.” He pants from above her, leaning down to give her a sweet kiss before he pulls out. The sight after he does is picture-worthy, his come leaks out of her and it almost makes Anakin hard again. A moment passes before he takes his middle and ring finger and pushes the rest back inside of her.

“You’re so pretty with my come leaking out of you, my little tortured artist.”

She chuckles out of breath before he speaks up again.

"I know this probably isn't the right time, but y'know how you helped with my botany homework?"

Her eyebrows draw together curiously, "Yes..why?"

"Well, I actually wasn't failing, I had an A in that class but I just wanted an excuse to talk to you more."

Her eyes grow wide at that, an incredulous smile on her face. "Seriously?"

He shrugs, "It worked, didn't it?"

[the-s1lly-corner]

Not really a romantic idea but I feel like this would be fun: creepypastas as roommates. You can choose the characters

Various crps as roommates

Chat I'm not going to lie I love this sort of stuff eueueue

Characters: jeff, masky, splendorman, bloody painter

Notes: reader is gn, platonic leaning post, written on mobile

CWs: mentions of canon typical violence and gore

SPLENDORMAN

Cleans up after himself and then some, more than happy to keep the house running while you're away at work!

Will pack you lunches to take to with you so you don't go hungry or rely off of ordering something; it saves you a lot of time from preparing

Very friendly and asks you how your day was and if anything interesting happened... you let him in on some workplace drama. Not usually into gossip but some of your coworkers has him face palming

Only drawback is that sometimes he can be a little... much... basically greets you at the door like a dog and follows you around

MASKY

You hardly know he's there, it's like he's never there... and he isn't there most of the time to be honest

You make prepared meals for him and that's really the only proof you have that he's come home at some point

Jumpscares you a lot without really meaning to, he sometimes just... appears....

Occasionally cleans your messes on days where you're too exhausted to do it yourself

JEFF

Horrible roommate you would have a better time with literally anyone else

You usually have to harp on him to clean up after himself. Sometimes the messes in question are... rather gorey... whether it be bloody footprints tracked in or a stained knife tossed onto the counter (yuck!)

Loudly plays music in his room late into the night.... though he does sometimes turn the volume down if it gets really late... hes... not entirely inconsiderate

Sometimes comes home with random food he's likely stolen- pre packed snacks or fast food- may share.. he can't cook for shit so his diet is either this or stealing some of your food

BLOODY PAINTER

Leaves so many cups of dirty paint water here and there... usually they're kept in his room or really anywhere else he sets up his canvas for the day

Otherwise he's actually... a decent roommate. He cleans up after himself asides from the paint water and he cooks for himself

Will not share the food he cooks for himself with you though unless you get the extra ingredients... pretty good cook though so it's worth it

Stays out of the way and rarely interacts with you first, you're usually the one initiating contact

[justice-artblog]

I'm curious to see how you interpret friendships we don't get to see a lot of (Mera and Saiko, Teruhashi and Kuboyasu, Hairo and Saiko (again)...?), just any we don't see together alone very often

Okay okay this took awhile but tbf, my canvas kept deleting on me XD

Gosh i love thier friendships and, while i get that the anime and the comics couldn’t show us much, man i WISH!

Mera and Saiko: they talk a lot of shit over food, Saiko thinks it’s a love language to provide so Provide he will, mera is happy but she is ready to knock down his better than thou attitude in a heartbeat,

Teruhashi and Kuboyasu: Kuboyasu just needs more people to watch these movies with him, please! And Teruhashi was listening! She was paying attention like all good perfect pretty girls do! Until she actually got interested and now they swap movie trades all the time, Teruhashi complains about the story turns and Kuboyasu on the special effects, lean into late nights where they throw popcorn at the TV and dramatically hush each other when their favorite part jumps on.

Saiko and Hairo: honestly? Therapy Session. Saiko goes on about Hairo’s inability to not help, and that it’s okay to say no, whereas Hairo goes on about Saiko’s inability to see past his father’s teachings. It’s okay to have friends and not worry about your future for awhile. They can be teens. All while Hairo benchpresses him cause why not get a little exercise in?

Chiyo and Nendou: i like to think they get together to surprise their friends with baked goods every once in awhile. Chiyo comes in with the hot gossip and Nendou drops in some unknown lore that he randomly picked up on a Tuesday afternoon cause no one thinks twice when saying shit around him. Gossip buddies with a flare for baking

Teruhashi and Nendou: honestly i think they’d have the hardest time to connect, but not for a lack of trying. They just have different ways of expressing love that connecting get’s hard. That is until Nendou offers up playing some games. They start off with competitive games, and whilst Teruhashi is of a higher payed income, gaming isn’t something she can do with Makato around so she’s woefully unprepared. She’s already competitive, throw in Nendou’s playful ribbing and you get the most action pact gaming sess. Don’t worry eventually they switch to Co-op to mess around together with.

Kuboyasu and Mera: i just think Kuboyasu trying so hard to convince his friends to take on motorcycles is very sweet. Of all the girls, Mera is the one to take it pretty fast. And since he wants to make sure they stay safe, he insists in full motorcycle gear. Lending Mera Saiki’s helmet until they get her one, she’s VERY excited about it.

And some mini Kaidou and Saiki doodles since i didn’t add em in. Besides, i wish they had more interactions together on just being first friends. I feel they would watch american shows together, and Saiki only agrees cause he can’t be spoiled.

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how do you go about picking colours for your drawings? do you use any blending layers or do you just rawdog it?? the colours in your art are always so lovely and i was wondering how you do it, since i always struggle with achieving the colour palettes i want without using 1 million billion blending layers

somewhat longer answer below, tldr make it pink

color picking is hard to advise on because it's up to individual taste. ive been coloring for a long time and i also started out coloring on lots of individual layers. with any aspect of art it helps to find artists whose color schemes inspire you, maybe study them / eyedrop them to learn, i used to do that (and ofc i'm still inspired by other artists!)

but as for technique i personally just get sloppy with it. and limitations can be freeing -- these days i color on one layer (lit. every picture, cuz procreate limits how many layers i can make and i fit as much as possible into one canvas) like here's an older canvas of rocko fanart. i love simple toony characters, esp colorful ones, because they're a fun excuse to play around with colors.

lately with pnf i'm getting even messier and smushing everything together, sometimes i steal one drawing's colors and use it as the base for another drawing

now i have a very messy/sketchy style, my art isn't clean/professional, im just trying to make art as easy and fun as it can be! so over the years that makes colorpicking intuitive - i like picking a lot of neutral tones and contrasting them, like if i'm drawing orange and i want a blue/green i'll instead pick a desaturated orange and see how that looks, and leave all my random picks on the canvas for future inspo.

background -> fill in main shapes with colors that seem fun -> color over those with more specific picks

then i put it in photoshop and autotone/autocontrast my way to success

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Nothing Breaks Like A Heart - Part Three of Make Her Happy

Author's Note: The long-awaited part three! I'm a dually incredibly embarrassed that this took almost an entire year to finish. The time really got away from me LOL So I'm very sorry for that but I hope you all enjoy (and fingers crossed it was worth at least some of that wait)

Content Warnings: lots of swearing, bit of drinking

Word Count: 6k

Part One - Make Her Happy

Part Two - Give Me Shelter

One of the last things Jake had said to you before he'd left was that you should talk to Josh. And that was exactly what you hadn't done.

In fact, you’d let two weeks slip by like sand through your fingers without poking or prodding the topic even once. You’d clung to your avoidance like battle armor and if you were honest with yourself, you feared losing Jake just as much as you feared losing Josh.

So you and Josh hadn’t spoken and nothing had changed, nothing other than the fact that it felt Jake had been keeping his distance. Or maybe you were just more sensitive to his absence now that it felt necessary.

Damn him for being a good brother. For being better than me.

He was better than you, it seemed. Because he had put you to bed two weeks ago and left under the impression you were going to do the right thing and instead, you'd avoided your problems and had once again come running to Jake to have him make you feel better.

No, not to make me feel better. Just to play a stupid game. That's all.

He must have heard the honk of your car locking because you had barely made it to the front door before he was suddenly standing there in your way, a look on his face that somehow tangled caution and amusement into one jumbled mess expressed as a half-quirked smile and eyebrows that dipped low in the middle of his forehead. It was an expression that quite matched how you felt, butterflies and guilt and all.

“I take it you two didn't talk.”

Is it that obvious?

“What a way to greet a lady,” you said with a sudden scowl as you pushed past him through the doorway and led yourself to his kitchen.

To say you weren’t quite ready to broach that topic would have been an understatement.

“Why do you seem so chipper?” he asked from behind you as he followed your path through his home.

“I can't be happy to see you?” you threw back at him as you dropped your tote bag off your shoulder and onto the pristine marble of his kitchen island with a familiar muffled clang of a glass bottle shrouded by thin canvas to dull the promise it rang out into the air as it was set down. A little something for the soul.

“I guess I’ve admittedly grown a little bit more used to being greeted with tears. But this is a nice change.”

He gave you a sweet smile but paired with the way his eyes seem to wilt at the outer corners, you could see the sadness it held. It reminded you of the guilt you carried around with you constantly lately, only with a new object of affection. How selfish of you to think that this hadn’t taken any toll on him at all.

Your eyes turned soft. “I'm sorry. I am. You've been my sunshine these past several months. I hope you know that.”

Even as you said it, you knew it couldn’t begin to articulate what it was you really felt for him. But it was enough just to see the rose of a deep blush tinge his cheeks red and turn his smile suddenly bashful.

“Happy to provide,” was all he said in that typical, raspy, almost sleepy voice of his.

It was hard not to chuckle at the things he found too intimate to take in stride. It was fine for him to call you what he had in bed but heaven forbid you call him your sunshine…

“Don't think I didn't notice you dodging my original question though,” he added, breaking your concentration.

Oh yeah. My problems. How lovely of him to remind me.

You quirked up an accusing eyebrow. “Like how you dodged my compliment just now?”

“Ever so expertly,” he answered, this time with an unabashed smile that spread his lips wide across his face.

You felt your gaze dart away before you could even stop it, a heavy sigh pillowing in your chest before expelling into the air like a pot on the stove blowing off steam to keep from boiling over.

“I need one night of just…not talking about it.” You’d had plenty of nights of that, actually. What was one more? “Or thinking about it, preferably.” And then to really catch his attention and maybe even further drive home your point, you reached into your bag to uncloak the wine.

There was a specific smile he always donned when alcohol was present and when it took hold, you knew you could take it as an agreement to drop it, at least while there was a full bottle to contend with.

He took it from your grasp with only a dutiful nod, turning the dark glass over in his hands to inspect the label despite the fact that he likely knew nothing printed there would catch his eye. You had one sense of taste that trumped all others when it came to using fermented drinks to bandage your wounds: cheap.

“What am I if not a seasoned distraction?” he asked, already digging into a cupboard to procure two large, round glasses.

“That's why I seek you out,” you answered with a smile as you watched his hands work and tried your hardest not to think back to that first time he had served as your distraction.

“Well, hopefully that’s not the only reason.”

It was that comment that caught you and sent your stomach into a twist unbecoming of someone who was very much not single, especially given the way it suddenly brought the memory of your second time to the forefront of your mind, a time when it was hardly a distraction so much as it was a necessity in that moment. 

No, distraction wasn’t the only reason you were there. Comfort either. You’d grown to long for his company in a much deeper way. It wasn’t company in general he was providing you with, it was his and his alone.

And the game, of course. Mostly that.

“What's on the agenda for the night?” Jake asked as if he hadn’t just sent you into a deep spiral of thought that you’d been hoping to avoid that evening.

At least he’d been kind enough to pour you a glass of wine without you asking.

“I brought candyland since you owe me a rematch for what you did last time.”

The memory of your pieces scattered on the floor along with every card in the deck like a colorful patchwork quilt that you'd made him clean up both times he'd done it brought an earnest smile to his face.

“I'll flip the board again if you don't let me get tipsy first.”

You certainly didn't have to wonder if he was serious so with the preservation of your game in mind, you agreed with a nod and a, “Seems fair to me,” as you reached out for your wine. But he was already retreating by the time your fingers reached the air that the temptation in a glass once occupied.

“Come here,” he said with a mischievous look overtaking his face. “Something I want to show you.”

This time it was you left following him through his home, both glass stems tucked snugly between talented fingers like he was beckoning you to chase him if you wanted yours. And you did want yours. That was why, despite the sudden flurry of nerves that his look seemed to conjure in your chest, you did as you were told and followed him.

I swear to God, if he's talking about his dick…

You actually weren't sure what you'd do. Probably not the decent thing.

But to your surprise, he led you to a usually barren room save for the red Persian rug warming the middle and the walls outlined in vintage instruments ready to be plucked off the wall and played. Except today, the center of the room wasn't barren as it had been for months.

The room opened up to greet you with a warm mahogany welcome in the shape of a baby grand piano that instantly made your fingers itch. It wasn't so different from the piano you'd been toying with at the party where you and Josh had met. Of course, you weren't as good a player as he was but you certainly knew your way around.

“Figured we rehearse here enough it was worth the investment,” you heard Jake say from behind you where he now stood watching as you carefully perched yourself onto the little matching mahogany bench.

“My God, she is beautiful,” you breathed as you opened the fallboard to uncover a full set of vintage ebony and ivory that seemed to practically yearn for your touch.

Your fingers danced out a quick melody that warmed your joints as much as it did your demeanor. You hadn't played much lately. Actually, you hadn't really played at all. But there were some things that stuck with you, worked their way into your bones, maybe into your very DNA. And this was one of them.

“Does this mean you're going to learn?” you asked, turning your focus back to him as you swiveled to find his face.

“I'd need a teacher for that and I refuse to let Sam fill that role.”

He gave you a cheeky smile that you read instantly. It was an open invitation for you to take on the role of said teacher, so you stood and, taking your wine glass from his hand finally, made a grand sweeping gesture toward the now unoccupied piano bench.

He took his seat, pretending to throw his imagined coat tails over the bench, earning a giggle that swished the wine in your glass. You hovered not too far behind him as he cracked his knuckles and cleared his throat, making a quite thorough display of his preparation only to put fingers to keys and press out one of the more off-key renditions of twinkle twinkle little star you'd ever heard. And he was met with another giggle that seemed to only encourage his actions.

“Oh that's amazing. You must teach me your ways,” you joked with a smile as you set your glass down on the floor just out of the way.

“Save me, please,” he answered with a hoarse laugh, finally slowing his fingers to a halt but keeping them positioned on the keys.

You approached him slowly, coming up close behind his back to stretch your arms over his shoulders and let your fingers find rest overtop his just as delicately as your chest grazed the wide plane of his back. You could smell his cologne strong on his neck as you guided his fingers to better position them amongst the keys, your breath dusting his cheek with each exhale. And you swore you could almost tell that he was holding in a breath if you paid close enough attention to the movement in his shoulders that seemed to have suddenly stilled.

Somewhere among your skin resting against his and your hair tickling his neck, the world around you seemed to grow still and quiet, fading into a background of white noise and blurred lines. And then you pressed your fingers more firmly into his and a striking chord sliced through the air alongside whatever breath Jake had been holding.

“There, just like that,” you said in a voice far shakier than you had hoped it would turn out to be.

But he was silent, letting you guide his fingers slowly up to a new chord, or outstretching a pinky to hit a further key as yours nudged it, never saying a word. He let you play that way, through him, feeling the notes through the strength and dexterity of his talented fingers that fit so snugly beneath yours and obeyed your every command.

“I knew I was good at something,” he joked in a whisper that barely traveled up above the note lingering beneath your hold until he turned his face dangerously to the side to face yours.

It brought his nose only an inch from yours but what felt even more dangerous were his eyes and the quick flicker they made to your lips, resting parted and practically panting. You didn’t even realize your own breathing had picked up until you suddenly became aware of the heat reaching your palms, heat he could likely feel radiating through his skin still resting beneath yours. And just as quickly as the moment had been conjured, he turned his face back to his hands and yours retreated entirely just before you darted over to your glass of wine to down the contents while he continued to fiddle with keys.

“You're a good student,” you commented as evenly as you could as you took a seat on the bench next to him. A much safer spot than where you had been.

“You’re a good teacher,” he answered with a quick flash of a smile in your direction, fingers still tripping over keys and filling the air around you with a disjointed music that you admittedly didn’t mind.

“Well, maybe not as good as you.” It came out rather absently as you had taken to fiddling with a random key yourself, turning your attention to that instead of the familiar pounding of your heart in your chest, a rhythmic reminder of the effect Jake had on you.

When he turned to face you again, you could feel his eyes hot on your cheek. You wanted to be brave and face him but there was something about his knowing gaze that made you feel that much more defeated. You felt like a terrible person, in all actuality. How could you have fallen for your boyfriend’s brother? Was that actually what you had done or were you just using him like a bandaid? Did you even know anymore?

Maybe it’s just the sex I like.

“Is that why you're here?” he asked, his gaze somehow even hotter than before. “You need another lesson?”

God, can he read my mind?

For a brief moment, you found yourself debating it. It didn’t feel like that was what you had come for but you certainly weren’t ignorant to the need that radiated through your body every time he so much as glanced in your direction. But you also weren’t ignorant to just how wrong it really felt. However it had felt that first time, hesitant as you had been, the glances you stole now didn’t feel that way. They didn’t feel harmless. They didn’t feel like something Josh had signed off his approval on.

And for now, the guilt rang strong enough through your body to stop you from doing something worse.

“I'm here to beat you at candyland,” you answered, eyes finally braving his face only to be greeted by a smile that seemed to be growing by the second.

“Well that's just not going to happen.”

—

“That is cheating!” you yelled over the board as you angrily moved Jake's piece back several spaces behind yours.

“It is not, my piece was planning on being there this whole time,” he argued back, grabbing it from your hand to return it to the space he had just placed it on with his hand that wasn't gripping his wine glass like his life depended on it.

You weren't sure if it was the booze or the antics of the game, but his British accent was starting to slip out the more uncivilized he got and you were trying your best to be stern despite the smile it was holding permanently to your lips.

“It doesn't matter what he was planning on, you didn't roll high enough to go that far!”

He gave you a displeased shake of his head as he finally took his piece back, “accidentally” knocking yours over in the process.

“I don't think you're playing this right,” he mumbled before chugging the remaining contents of his third glass of wine.

“I'm sorry you don’t get to just do whatever you want,” you laughed as you wrestled another card out of his hand seeing as it most certainly was not his turn.

“Well that is too bad, isn't it,” he said gruffly although even he was struggling to keep the smile off his face and commit to the bit.

The day had grown so late that darkness had finally come to greet you and this was your third attempt at a civilized game, which you were beginning to think was simply impossible with Jake. He just couldn’t seem to stop cheating.

Let’s not read too much into that.

By the time you had maneuvered all of the cards away from him thanks to that all-too familiar gleam in his eye, he sat back in his seat to let a comfortable silence grow between you both, silent glances exchanged as a buzz settled over you both. But in the silence and the calm grew that familiar heat, a buzz brought on by more than just the alcohol consumed that night. There was something about it, those quiet, gentle moments, that turned the volume of tension about the room up several levels, like you couldn't trust yourselves to be around one another in such a still moment without busying your hands and your bodies with one another. Like you were always just waiting for the next opportunity for it.

That was how it felt: like you were waiting. And suddenly in the haven of golden light in your little secluded pocket of the night, in the quietness of his gaze trying to stay fixed to anything but you, you felt you shouldn't be there.

Why had you come?

Jake cleared his throat and nudged your empty wine glass. “You want more?”

You gave him a light shake of your head and an answer just as soft. “I'm driving.”

He nodded in return and cast his eyes to his hands. He almost looked nervous. Why would he be nervous?

When he met your eyes again, you could tell he was searching your face for something. But what it was he was looking for, you had no idea. And if he found it, you had no idea of that either. But as you gazed back, you found yourself unable to look away, unable to hide your face or your eyes or your feelings from him. Whatever it was you were feeling, you let him see it there on your features like a book written just for him.

It's him I want. That's why I came.

It seemed to hit you all at once and suddenly the need for action seemed just as real.

“I guess I should go.”

Before I do something I shouldn't.

He nodded again, adding an almost silent “okay” that somehow made the task of getting up all the more hard. But somehow, your feet shuffled and your legs moved and your body, which seemed to be of much more sound mind than your actual mind, moved its way to the kitchen sink, wine glass in hand.

“You don't have to do that,” you heard Jake say from behind you.

Close behind you.

“I don't mind,” you answered quietly as you continued to turn the faucet on and rinse the glass.

That was when you felt him at your back, arms emerging from either side and his hands, practically shaking, entwining themselves with yours to steal the glass away from your grip.

“Here,” he whispered, “let me.”

Fuck.

You weren't exactly sure what it was that suddenly surged through you but the moment the glass was set safely on the counter, you turned into his arms to face him, lacing your fingers into his shirt buttoned ever so lazily. And the move brought your mouth mere inches from his, your bodies practically pressed tight to one another.

There was greed on your lips, greed you wanted him to taste.

“Jake, I want you,” you whispered without even an ounce of shame, finally giving in to what you had been fighting all evening.

It was met with his eyes winding tightly shut as a blow of frustrated air pushed from his lungs. “Don't do that to me,” he shook his head. “That's not fair.”

“You're right, it's not fair-”

Your lips were practically on his when he suddenly pulled back several steps, out of your grasp.

“This can't happen,” he said sternly, although whether that was for you or for him you weren't entirely sure.

What you were sure of though was the embarrassment seeping into your very being. And then the guilt. They seemed to freeze you in your place.

God, what am I doing?

What was worse was that you had thought he wanted you too. Had you read it all wrong? Had you read everything wrong? Was he only entertaining you because he could see your desperation so plainly in everything you did? Was it only pity he felt for you?

Josh had no time for you and now Jake didn’t want you either.

You took a few steps away from the sink, aimless, wandering, before your face fell into your hands, to hide it, to soothe yourself, to try and disappear.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated frantically, practically in a panic. “I don't know what I'm doing. It's just…it's not working.”

“You need to tell him that.”

God, the sympathy you now heard in his voice might have made you feel even worse.

“He knows that.”

“Babe-”

“I plan to,” you burst suddenly, hands falling away from your face to make way for the much louder sentiment, as unsure as it sounded. “I'm going to,” you repeated, “I just thought…”

You trailed off into nothing, totally defeated. You weren’t sure what you had thought but god, you were tired of this. Why was this so difficult? Why was this so complicated? Why hadn’t Josh just shown up like he was supposed to?

You looked to Jake somehow hoping he could give you the answers you were searching for but he looked just as confused, just as lost. And the longer you looked the more he looked…something else entirely.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked almost desperately.

You stuttered. “I mean…I think it's obvious. Or…maybe it isn't, I don't know, I just-”

“We can't be together,” he suddenly blurted out.

If his previous rejection hadn’t hurt, this certainly did. And it brought back to you the words he had said two weeks ago on the couch over pizza and comfort, only this time they seemed to form a coherence they hadn’t quite had when he’d spoken them then.

‘He knows I'm not the answer’.

And then the words that cut a little deeper. A little sharper.

‘Maybe that's why he sends me. He isn't worried about it’.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, all-too aware of what your body language was giving away. You had read it all wrong.

“I…I know that,” you answered quietly, pathetically, even though it wasn’t the truth. Not even close. “I know that.”

His eyes found your face again, this time more frantic, like he knew what he had just done but didn't have any choice in the matter. He raised his hand to your elbow, leaning in as he gripped you. He might have shaken you to try and get you to understand what he was saying if he thought that would go over better than his fingers alone.

“Listen to me, I'm telling you you need to do the right thing. He's my brother. But I can't…I can't be your answer.”

Those damn pesky tears were back, and with a vengeance. If you didn't dart out of there sooner rather than later, you'd be nothing but a puddle of salty water on his kitchen floor and you suddenly had no desire to let him see you that way.

There was anger there too, as misplaced as you knew it was, forming just as quickly and swelling into something so hot it practically blurred your vision. You felt almost lied to. Talk about fucking mixed signals. But you let out a long, terse, “okayyy” without even meeting his eyes, already mentally planning your escape.

“I love you, I do. I love you too much to-”

Bullshit.

“No, I get it,” you interjected before he could drive the knife any deeper. “It's good to know where you stand. Thank you.”

He called out for you more than once but it fell on deaf ears. You were already out of the house.

—

“Where were you?”

Good God, can’t the universe give me a break?

Josh's voice coming out of the near darkness startled you. You knew he was there. You'd seen his car in the driveway when you pulled in. But something about it felt like he was catching you in the middle of sneaking out. Or rather, sneaking in.

“I was out,” was all you said as you sat your things down and kicked off your shoes. You prayed your eyes weren’t still red and puffy from the crying you did on the car ride home.

“Just out?”

There was concern in his voice. You could hear it without even fully seeing his face where it was, shrouded in shadow that seemed all too fitting for the conversation you knew very well was about to be had. He could have easily been hiding from you. Fuck, you wanted to hide from him too.

You wanted to spare him the sigh that was brewing in your chest but it barreled out of you before you could stop it. “I needed to get my thoughts together,” you explained as you stepped further into the house and into the hall where you could better see him.

That was a mistake.

There was already pain in his eyes. Already a redness that you suspected was from his own tears. He knew where this was headed as well as you did.

Fuck, this might actually kill me.

“Why doesn't that sound good?” He gave you a nervous chuckle and the only smile he could manage, both of which fell flat.

“Josh, I…” There was actually nothing coming to your mind, try as hard as you did to think of the right thing to say. To think of anything to say for that matter. But he took pity on you instead and cut right to it. Something you might have been thankful for under any other circumstances. Well, maybe you still were thankful for it given these circumstances.

“I know,” he said without prompting. “I've been spread so thin lately-”

“For a while,” you corrected, only a tinge of the bitterness you felt biting into your tone. “And it's not really feeling like ‘spread thin’ so much as it is not making the time for…certain things. Things that should be a priority.”

Well that certainly sounded bitter.

“I know, baby. I've been wrapped up in a million little things. We're working on a new sound but it has required more of me than the others.”

You felt yourself wince at the pet name, a lump in your throat forming almost out of nowhere and suddenly threatening to strangle you.

You fought against it to push the words out. “Josh, I hear you, I really do, but this just isn't sustainable for me.”

He nodded at this but you could tell he was deep in thought. And his silence seemed to drag on for an eternity. Agonizingly. But when he finally broke it, you found yourself missing that silence.

“Does this have something to do with Jake?” he asked, raising his eyes to yours to undoubtedly impress upon you the importance of the question.

Suddenly you felt cold despite the sweat practically pooling in your palms and the heat flaring in your ears. You couldn't face him and tell him that you had fallen for Jake after all of the late nights you'd spent with him. You couldn’t admit to him the embarrassing truth that you had gone to seek him out, lying to yourself about why the whole time. And you certainly couldn’t admit to him how often you had thought of his brother when you found yourself alone over the past few months. But Josh seemed to glean every last one of those secrets from your silence alone.

“Where were you?” He finally asked the question you'd skirted around when you'd arrived home.

You didn't rarely hear Josh with anything you could call stern in his voice but you heard it now in his question. And his eyes begged the answer from you just as desperately as his tone did.

That was when you began to feel the tears well up for the second time that night. Your undereyes wouldn’t recover until the next week.

“Josh-” you croaked out, although he didn't seem to need you to finish whatever thought you were weakly stringing together into words.

“I shouldn't have let him do it. I shouldn't have let him near you that way.”

“It wouldn't have mattered,” you tried.

“Yes it would have. We wouldn't be here right now if I hadn't pushed you into his arms.”

“If it hadn't been him, I would have just been alone. All alone, Josh.” Even with the tears streaming silently down your face, you said his name pointedly enough that his shoulders seemed to slump and whatever anger was brewing for his brother was waning. “All alone for months and months thinking my boyfriend couldn't care less. Hoping I would at least get a text from you that time rather than Jake acting like some sort of carrier pigeon, as if that was any replacement.”

You'd never seen him so hurt. You'd never seen his face droop and fall that way, his lips melting downward at the corners and the liquid warmth of his eyes almost freezing over. Even his curls seemed to lose their bounce. He was wilting right in front of you and it only made it harder to breathe. It only made it harder to stand there and face him and say whatever the fuck it was you’d been putting off for that very reason.

If you don't do it now, you never will.

You wiped at your tears as best you could, trying to pull yourself together. “It hurts me,” you started. “Having you so close and yet so far constantly, it hurts me and I just can't do it anymore. And I don't want to wait until I resent you. I can't sit around waiting for that to happen. It'll kill me if I ever feel that way for you.”

Tears were now pouring down his face as he shook his head. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

If he said anything else, you could barely hear it above the racing of your heart in your chest and the dam breaking somewhere behind your eyes. It was like a tsunami when it came, folding you over until you slumped around yourself on the ground to let it wrack through your body. And he was there just as quickly, holding you despite the fact that he most certainly didn't have to. Clinging to you and his sorry's.

You weren't sure how much time passed as you sat there. You could hardly feel it ticking through your tears and a feeling that felt awfully close to regret. You couldn't feel the passage of the wind and the world beyond the strength of Josh's arms holding fast to your form, knowing that when he let go, he wouldn't have this opportunity again. It almost felt cruel, like a moment you should have had among many others but was stolen away from you all at once. So you basked in it. You bathed in it. You memorized his touch and his smell and the way it felt to be supported, even if you hadn't felt it in a while.

You had your reasons, you knew that. Had to remind yourself of it, even. But at the moment, you had nothing but him.

The tears always dried though. They always racked your body and stripped you of your strength and energy and when they vacated, just like they always did, you were left sitting, leaning against the wall of the hallway, in an almost daze-like state. Stuck in a limbo between sorrow and anger and humor. Every emotion you had seemed to sit at the edge of your being waiting for a moment to pounce in a state like this, and you were always left wondering what would take hold next.

Josh mimicked your movements, sitting opposite you like a mirror into what you probably looked like. And for a while, you sat in silence.

“I just want you to be happy,” he said after several moments. “That's all I've ever wanted.”

You nodded and sniffled, wiping your eyes and your nose with the back of your hand like a toddler.

“I know.”

“I mean it.”

I know.

You nodded again but this time when you spoke, your voice was even.

“I know.”

You tapped your fingers against your knee, butt going numb against the hardwood floor and eyes feeling stiff at the corners thanks to the dried tears accumulated there. And it was funny in a way that really wasn’t funny at all that as you sat there and stared at Josh silently, you couldn't help but think to yourself how beautiful he was.

Fucking twins.

“Does Jake make you happy?” Josh asked suddenly, studying your face.

The short answer was yes but the long answer?

‘He knows I'm not the answer’.

“I don't know,” you admitted. And you hoped he believed you when you said it because you really didn't.

You liked how he made you feel. You liked that he was there when no one else was. But was he the answer? You had no idea, actually. Maybe you wanted him to be more than he actually was. Or maybe, just maybe, you just liked having sex with him.

Ha. Well, that's at least some of it. Not that it matters anymore.

You were shamelessly giggling to yourself at the entirely humorless situation you found yourself in even before Josh joined in, bringing his hand to hide his mouth like he was in on the secret joke and attempting to keep it just that, a secret.

“You should probably decide before I have a chance to kill him.” And then after a moment, he added, “Well to be honest with you, I might just kill him anyway.”

You couldn't even explain why but that did you in, spurred a full on fit of laughter. And somehow, Josh found himself laughing right beside you.

Typical Josh. Always a bright spot. Even if it hurt him to be.

—

You hadn't left your house in days. Hadn't washed your sweatpants in as long either. The takeout boxes were certainly piling up too. And had you already finished off the last of your wine stockpile?

Gonna need to hit the grocery store soon. Or Instacart, at the very least.

And when your couch hadn't been occupied by friends spoon-feeding you whatever therapy you needed, be that advice or ice cream, you found yourself alone with more thoughts than you cared to deal with.

And one name in your mind that you avoided at all costs.

You hadn't even texted him that it was over. Hadn't called. Hadn't seen his face or heard his voice or even uttered his name. But God, you felt it, that ache. The longing. The familiar itch that he had scratched for you one too many times that now begged for nails to rake across it.

Relief. You wanted him. You maybe even needed him. That was what the emptiness had shown you. Whatever it was that he even was to you, you missed it. You craved it. But in your hour of need, he was the last thing available to you. And you were certainly stubborn enough not to chase.

Until you eventually weren’t stubborn enough.

You had no idea what had possessed you to rise from the couch that day, throw on a sweatshirt to shield you from the rain, grab your car keys, and drive to his place. You had no idea what possessed you to jump from your car and brave the violent sheets of rain that threatened to topple you as your fist made contact with his door a bit more angrily than maybe it should have. And you had no idea what had possessed you to do all of this just to say what it was you said.

Maybe I enjoy getting hurt.

You weren't invited in. In fact, you weren't even greeted with any words. He seemed breathless the moment he opened the door and his brain caught up with his eyes, whether that was thanks to your unruly appearance made all that much worse by the rain or simply the fact that you were the last person he expected to see standing on his porch after what he had said. After what you had done.

Probably should have run a brush through my hair before coming here.

And then you blurted it out.

“I ended it.”

The rain raged on in an angry war against you but you stood defiantly, like there was some ground there to hold. And maybe there was. It certainly felt like there was. If it wasn't the rain, it was his eyes, staring dangerously into yours and then, even without a single utterance from him still, you saw it. It was undeniable and unmissable.

Jake's eyes flickered down to your lips where they lingered for what felt like an eternity but in actuality was about two seconds. Two of the longest seconds you'd ever felt, waiting for someone to do something about it.

“I just thought you should know,” you added.

And then you left.

[charon-cries]

Hiya! Hope this message finds u well :3 I absolutely love your art; found you from insta! Quick question also; I’m not sure if you’ve answered this before, but which brushes do you use for ur digital art? I love the textures they’re so crunchy (endearing)!! Have a lovely day!! :D

hello!! here's a little brush tour ft. this half rendered martin.

also, a great app for ipad artists who really want to dig into texture is art set 4. i swear by it and i've been using it for about two years. none of my more recent art uses it, but that's just because i'm experimenting with my process rn

so here's a list of my most used brushes lately, and there will be links to all of them at the bottom of this post.

the two labeled "custom pencil" are both my own personal modified pencils (both sourced from the 6b pencil) but the narinder pencil and the vanilla 6b pencil are both very similar to them. i use these two for sketching and flat color specifically, and if you do specifically want these two brushes then i'd be happy to upload them somewhere for you to download, but they're not really necessary for texture

i also use G&B halftone brushes sometimes! but i greatly prefer the RSCO sample pack, and i cannot find the link to the G&B brushes no matter how hard i google, and pretty much any halftone brush set will do the same job

and here's what they look like in practice!

(i like to set these halftones to color burn. color burn is my most used blending mode, even for shading)

and then i hit "copy all," paste, and duplicate it. so you should have two layers of just your entire canvas. then import a paper texture

i'm partial to the set i'll link down below, my favorite is #5. you should absolutely check out the rest of the free texture packs on their website if you're wanting to diversify your texture process btw, all of their stuff is fantastic.

to use that texture, your layers should look like this!

on the layer set to the linear burn, i also like to go into the adjustments menu and bump up the brightness until all of the colors are at similar values to what they were before. and the normal layer on top is just to control the intensity/opacity of the paper texture!

after all of that, sometimes i'll go in with brushes like MM rake follow, or more from COFE's weird pencils, on top of all of those layers for finishing touches.

definitely play around with it, try new free brushes all of the time (i heavily recommended subscribing to Manero. they have a lot of free stuff and it's all fantastic) and see what works for you <3

here are the links to the brushes in this post, as well as some extras! some of them are paid and some of them are completely free. + it wasn't mentioned here, but i use the tatyworks linen fabric brush for blending! for any of the paid brushes, i'll try to link some free alternatives

paid brushes:

alternatives to paid brushes:

free brushes:

extra goodies:

[bloodiedrogue]

40 SHADES OF CHOKE

SUMMARY: Astarion's grumpy, Bea's a brat... I'm sure you can figure out what happens next.

PAIRING: Astarion & Original Female Character (Bea belongs to @tatterings!)

WORD COUNT: 2,475

WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, brat taming, face fucking, knife play, a little bit of degradation/dirty talk (but not a ton), overall just two rogues getting nasty in the woods.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: What started out as a mere art trade has become one of my favourite smut pieces, so I'm posting with permission because y'all deserve to be exposed to the beautiful little gremlin that is Bea!

MASTERLIST

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It doesn’t take much to get on Astarion’s nerves. With the patience of an already lit fuse, a lot of the camp has learned to tiptoe around him. Surveying certain behaviours through a cautious scope, by now it’s a well-known fact that it’s best to just leave him alone when he’s in one of his moods. 

Having experienced their own individual moments of his wrath, even Lae’zel who’s often known to lack the care of offending others has found it’s just easier to avoid the conflict altogether. To distance oneself from the brooding vampire as he wanders around camp, muttering angrily under his breath. Sometimes tossing a knife or two at whatever tree enters his vision first.

Coincidentally, today is a knife-tossing day. As he strides past the back of Bea’s tent late into the night, she can hear the repeated thunk of his blade making contact. The aggressive sound repeating over and over until she can’t help but scrunch up her face in annoyance, wondering what the hell he’s doing. 

Or more so, why he’s doing it. Especially this late at night when everyone’s trying to relax. 

Poking her head out of her tent, she immediately notices that no one’s around. Most likely having already called it a night, all that’s left is her and him, prompting a sigh to slip through her lips as she crawls around to find her boots. Slipping them on with a soft groan before she inevitably steps through the canvas and makes her way over. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t ask me to play,” she says, pouting at the back of his head as he flicks his wrist in front of him, the blade shooting out in a precise line that, unsurprisingly, sticks the landing.

“Are you offended?” 

After he speaks, he turns to flash her a sly grin. The kind that makes her own lips twist in amusement as she steps into his space; her hands lingering for a moment at her sides before they creep towards his torso. “Terribly, actually,” she tells him. Allowing her fingers to slip across the fabric of his shirt, her dominant hand moving down while the other goes up.

Almost immediately, it piques the vampire’s interest. As her fingers trail soft, distractive patterns, he can’t help but watch. Staring at the ends of her nails threatening to dig further in as they eventually brush against the exposed part of his chest. 

“And why’s that?”

“Because I thought we were friends.” This time, her pout is more pronounced. As she pushes her lower lip out, she begins to dramatically bat her eyes up at him, watching the way he turns away, shaking his head. 

“Friends.”

The word sounds foreign on his tongue. Despite having heard her refer to him as such a multitude of times, he still finds himself questioning whether it’s true. Considering their relationship has been… well, mostly physical for a good portion of their time together, it’s rather hard to imagine them as friends. Lovers? Sure. Enjoyers of the world and all its endless debauchery? Absolutely. But friends?

  Slowly, his palm moves to cup her cheek. The contrast of their skin tones melding together as he brushes his thumb across the markings that line her under eyes. “Is there a reason you’re feeling so sentimental tonight? Have I not given you enough attention, darling?”

His tone, despite probably sounding sweet and soft to the average ear, feels like a threat in Bea’s. A series of words phrased as a cautionary tale that she’ll inevitably ignore the warnings of, knowing deep down he enjoys it. These subtle moments of defiance. The ones where she pokes and prods for no other reason but to selfishly push him to the brink of madness. 

A madness both of them can feel slowly building. Based on the way he bites through his words, revealing teeth so sharp it has Bea gulping with excitement, trying not to move too quickly lest she forget to savour it.

“It has been a while since we’ve had a little fun.” 

In response, Astarion clicks his tongue and lowers his hand. Slowly slipping it down the edge of her face, it eventually rests against her neck —his thumb lingering at the base of her throat as she swallows hard. Pushing down ever so slightly with a low hum that has her thighs clenching together. 

“You’re allowed to ask, you know.” 

All she does is scrunch up her face in annoyance, using the lower of her two hands to grab his belt loop and pull him close, causing him to huff. “That’s no fun though.”

  “Neither is being manhandled by some brat.”

Opening her mouth in false offence, she roughly pats his shoulder and scoffs. “How dare you! I’m a good girl.” 

Once again, Astarion huffs —this time more humorously. As if subtly mocking her as he tightens the hold he has on her throat. Testing the waters ever so slightly before lowering his head to brush his nose against hers. 

“Good girls ask.”

As soon as he says it, she’s a goner. Lost to the perpetual bliss of what’s to come, all she can do is laugh. An almost malicious giggle erupting from her lips as he violently maneuvers her to the ground. Forcing her down to her knees with enough force to already feel the bruises forming. 

“You never learn, do you?”

Suddenly gripping the base of her hair, she feels her neck quickly rip backwards. The subtle outburst of pain in her scalp causing her previous grin to shift even wider as she groans. A sound she knows he hates —or rather, hates to love based on the way he chucks her aside, cursing under his breath. All while pulling out the blade attached to his hip before he dives back in, pressing her further into the grass. 

“Ooh, what are you gonna do with that? Slice me open or something?”

While wiggling her brows, she can’t help but reach up to wrap her arms around his waist, attempting to press herself against him, already expecting him to be hard. Instead, though, he works just as hard to defy her attempts in the form of more aggression; his hands forcing her to fully lie against the grass.

At which point her breath is scarce. A mixture of fear and excitement wrapping around her lungs as she watches him undo his trousers, mumbling profusely about her lack of manners. 

“Perhaps I should take a page out of your book,” he practically growls. His voice low and full of irritation. His eyes narrowed and staring —refusing to divert even for the briefest of moments as he haphazardly works to free himself. “I’m sure you’d enjoy that.” 

“I would, yeah.” 

“I bet you’d love to be stuffed full of me —to feel me burrowed in your holes.” 

Already imagining it, she bites her bottom lip and nods. “I bet you’d fuck me so good.” 

Ignoring her response, he immediately works his palm across his aching cock once it’s out. Using his fingers to pull the foreskin back, Bea can already feel her mouth-watering. The edges of her tongue slipping down to coat her lower lip in moisture. Happily repping herself for the delicious snack that lingers above. 

“I bet you’d love to be stuffed full of me —to feel me burrowed in your holes.” 

At first, his movements are slow and steady. Bordering on painful in the way he holds back, she can feel the inside of his thighs tighten around her own. Every muscle begging to be touched, prompting her to reach out only to be driven away by a simple tut. His tongue clicking as he shakes his head and lowers the knife to the side of her neck. 

“Whores like you don’t get to touch,” he tells her then. Practically breathing into her mouth as he presses his forehead against hers before ultimately pulling away to readjust his position. 

It makes her angry almost immediately. A new-found rage welling up inside her chest as she pushes back the temptation to defy further, knowing that there will be other opportunities. Ones where he’ll be too distracted to care about the caress of her hands or the desperation swelling inside her cunt, feeling him shift further up her torso. Eventually situating himself so that his cock is just slightly out of reach of her mouth. 

That cheeky bastard.

Sensing her stress, Astarion then doubles on the relentlessness. Returning to his previous pace, he allows her to watch and nothing else. Regardless of how much she quietly whimpers beneath him, parting her lips like a hungry beggar. 

“You look pathetic,” he barks. Suddenly twirling the knife so that the blade faces down as he moves the hilt to her face. Digging the end into the hollow of her cheek while he slowly fucks his hand, deliberately twitching forward so that her tongue makes contact. 

In response, she lets out a moan, savouring what little taste she’s been offered before her hands move up to grab the backs of his thighs. Giving them a rough pinch that has him grinding his teeth and moving the handle of the blade into her mouth —roughly pressing the pommel against her tongue. 

“Do you lack hearing or are you fucking stupid?” 

She wants to respond with the latter. To smack his ass and laugh right into the head of his cock but thanks to the knife slowly slipping further into her mouth all she can do is mumble out a streamline of distorted sounds full of disobedience, hoping he understands.

“Gods, I swear you’re the most infuriating brat I’ve ever met.”  

As he continues to chastise —speaking in that familiar bite, he continues to move his hand. In long, slow motions, his palm deliciously drags against his pale skin, lingering at the tip so that he can swipe the pre-come away with a swish of his thumb, making Bea narrow her eyes, annoyed that it isn’t her tongue that’s doing it. Frustrated that instead of feeling the taste of his arousal prodding the back of her throat she’s left to taste his blade.

Unfortunately though, despite the anger, all it does is further fuel her defiance. Prompting her hands to shift where they shouldn’t, one moves to wrap around the hand that’s on his cock while the other grips his opposite wrist, latching on for dear life as, all at once, she feels the shock of her actions tensing beneath the surface. 

Against her sternum, the tightness of his thighs immediately make her breathless; against her hands both tendons and fingers flex with discomfort, forcing her eyes to move to his, noticing how enraged they are. His stark white scleras acting as the perfect backdrop for his blood-red eyes that dilate in arousal. 

An arousal that’s full of temptation. The urge to give in so obviously heavy on his mind as the hand holding the knife falters long enough for her to toss it aside before grabbing his wrist again, panting at the presence of air despite longing for something else to fill her up. 

“I can’t… I—I can’t believe you shoved your dirty knife down my fucking throat,” she snaps. “Do you have any idea how many—“

Before she can finish, he’s silencing her with the head of his cock. Forcibly shaking her hands away so that he can grab her chin for support, he fucks her tongue immediately. Moving his hips back and forth far quicker than the pace of his hand, she feels herself gag at the impact. Pools of saliva forming against his skin —drowning them both in pleasure. 

“Be a good girl and just shut the fuck up, please,” Astarion says, and for the first time, she listens. Not because she’s full of him, but because he’s earned it by giving her what she truly wants —what she knows he wants. 

Which is to be fucked into oblivion by her mouth. To prod her throat with his full length, brutalizing her esophagus in the process so long as he comes. 

Gods, just the idea fills her with delight. Her head completely emptying, causing her body to move on its own accord as she bobs her head in time with his hips, splaying her palms across the plushest parts of his thighs. 

Digging her nails into his skin, she suctions her lips to his base and sucks obscenely, hearing him groan above her. Feeling his other hand run through her messy hair with an uncharacteristic softness that has her going the extra mile. 

“See? Not so hard, is it, love?” 

Her eyes shift towards his, half closing in response to his honeyed words. Unable to form a response on account of her empty brain and her overflowing mouth working against her. Something she’s sure Astarion loves based on the genuine smile that creeps across his lips, showcasing his sharp fangs. 

“That’s my girl, keep it up. You’re doing so well.”

Out of habit, she hums around him. The vibrations causing him to shudder ever so lightly, tightening the hold he has on her hair to push himself further in. Resulting in both of them working together, moving in tandem as Bea continues to suck whatever part of him isn’t jabbed down her throat. Which at this point, isn’t much. Having basically opened her gullet up for him to fuck, if it weren’t for her nose she’d be dead by now. Suffocating around his girth —past the point of no return thanks to the increasingly fast pace he presents. 

For the average fuck, it’d be hard to deal with. Borderline impossible. But thanks to Bea’s determination and Astarion’s words of affirmation, he’s able to continue to fucking her. Jutting his hips back and forth, all while twitching against her tongue in a way that has her reaching down to the waistband of her trousers and— 

“Don’t even think about it.” 

Pausing almost immediately, her brows furrow in response, but ultimately she relents, knowing the reward of forgoing a few moments of her own pleasure will be worth it. It always is. 

So, instead of being selfish like she wants to, she focuses her attention on him, relaxing her jaw as much as she can. Using her tongue to further aid in his eventual release while her hands move to stroke his stomach and his thighs. Alternating between the two as he begins to violently twitch, the movement of his hips staggering to a halt as he lets out another moan and empties himself into her mouth. The delicious taste of his arousal gathering on the back of her tongue as he slowly breaths and pulls out. Allowing her to once again breathe as he cups her cheek and cleans the spit off the edges of her lips. 

“That’s my good girl.” 

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[starrysharks]

ive sent like 20 asks to you atp but i really love ur art soooo so so so much like ur like my biggest inspiration fr like seriously i could blab all day abt how much i love your art and your arts almost singlehandedly motivated me to start working on shape language more bc i think thats like the key part of your art (to me at least) and youre like the true embodiment of "same face syndrome fears me" but like fr because all your ocs are so distinct and unique

do you have any tips on creating unique silhouettes / just general character design tips?? also id love to hear abt how your use of shapes and shape language evolved over time if ur fine sharing that!!

ok this is literally the sweetest ask ever like first off thank you so much ;_; i'm glad i was able 2 inspire you!!!

for me if you look at my old art there's little to no focus on shape language cuz i wanted to express a 'pointy' animeish style. examples are from 2020, 2021 respectively

as you can see i did NOT flip my canvas and my art was samey as hell,,, but in 2021 i started going for softer colors and shapes rather than points and spikes and brighter shapes. but, if you were to look through all of my art from either era, you'd see it's identical cuz i didn't care for shape language. this went on for quite a while :,)

then i discovered worlds end club in late 2021 and everything changed !!! i watched playthroughs cuz i didn't have a means to play at the time, and decided on making my artstyle a blend of cartoony and animeish - which ended up in choosing more expensive silhouettes and faces in turn

honestly i'm too tired to actually chronicle my artstyle change so i'll just skip to late 2022 in this timeline, sorry 😭

so by now has my artstyle evolved into aomwthing super cool n expressive ? no actually i think my art got worse in late 2022

as you can see, my colors got super washed out and i didn't really take risks, i guess? but i was finally starting to come into my own in terms of artstyle and was finally acknowledging shape language a little bit.

very early 2023 is the same, so let's skip to the one thing that changed my artstyle - the big 8 lineups

suddenly everybody was like 'wow your shapes are so good!!!' this was because i had tried to challenge myself with character design in these drawings. so i tried to emphasise interesting shapes more - using a technique where i'd just take an interesting shape or line that corresponded with a character's personality and repeating it as much as i could across the design.

like this deep cut art, where i tried to 'dial up'their already exaggerated shapes and design aspects (such as making frye's pants sag more or changing up shiv's hair. big man is perfect and needs no changes)

but this journey is still not over because a few months ago i rewatched all of panty and stocking and watched clone high for the first time, and both of these shows emphasise shapes a LOT in their designs, and i picked those up. here's art from a few months ago - in short, i tried to find the 'focal point' of the design, something that set it apart from other designs with similar body types or clothing, and built around that, if it makes sense? here's some art that i think expresses that well

comparing the new quintet art to the old one, i think you can also see that i started to try and use different body shapes and shapes in general (such as clyde having a more triangular build ig) . and tumblr doesn't let me add more pictures so this is where the overview ends !

my advice is - watch and rewatch anything that might inspire you, because it has the ability to push you in the right direction. for technical tips, id say -

draw different body types and age ranges (often times same face syndrome is born from only drawing the same age range, usually 15-20 for most sufferers)

play around with style - do you want a more western inspired style or something more akin to modern anime ? maybe something entirely different! try drawing in different styles that you like and see which ones stick

research fashion if only a little bit - it can help understand visually pleasing silhouettes (such as the famous big jacket or big pants silhouettes)

speaking of big jacket or big pants, contrast is key !!! top or bottom heavy designs are an easy way to express personality and an expressive silhouette ig

ummm thaz it ithink. once again thank you for your kind words and remember to take advice from multiple artists im just one guy!! i hope anything in here helped or was at least interesting to read

[rap-art]

So... I have some good news and bad news. The bad news isn't that bad so I'll start with the good news!

I finished my Halloween piece and I'm not too late!!! And because of the angle and how I don't really have to do a background, it save a lot of storage and I only had to save the work to another file once! Compared to last year that and this whole process has been a lot easier! I used some new tools to work on it and remembered things that went wrong last time and avoided them! Weird, since even when I do something to avoid disasters, I still hit the mark or even make a worse outcome. Anyway, I'm really happy with how the piece came together!

Now for the bad news. The only one and is totally minor. Because I had to save, copy and paste things onto another canvas, I was supposed to hit record time lapse again before doing anything to get the last part of the piece... Unfortunately I totally forgot about it so the first one is all I have. Again, it's totally minor and not that big of a deal, but the last version I had of CSP had the time lapse thing on automatically after tapping the hit record button once, so I mostly forget about it. All that was left after the first file got too massive is the lighting lines around the rest of the body, and some blurring.

Hopefully you all enjoy this tho, cause when I originally started this piece (last year) I was hesitant since I've never been one to playing with the angles of the subject. It's just not my forte, and Idk if I even did well here, but this looks great imo

Here's the finished piece:

[vellichorom]

oh wow, actually DOING one of these for a change... i haven't done this since my roleplaying days... WHEW, here goes!

Tagged by @maryyyy8 ( THANK YOU MARY !!!! don't mind me copying you a little bit! )

☕ - Last Song: Be Prepared ( The Lion king ) -- annapantsu cover;

☕- Currently Watching: ....i mean it's been a Lot of Markiplier's FNaF Let's Plays as of late to cope but i'm not really watching any " shows " right now... i'm boring like that :pensive:, the last show i watched was either.... Twelve Forever, Khonjin House, or Spooky Month (?)

☕ - Currently Consuming: Hatoful Boyfriend & Spooky Month, babey! thinking of turning around & walking my ass back to Danganronpa though... of course, stewing in The Stanley Parable sauce as well... i mean anything on the fixation list is the Current Consumable really,

☕ - Three Ships: ouh god i don't know.... uh,

GoreGuts, of course - speaking of TSP;

really into some " weird & strange " KazShuu ( Hatoful Boyfriend ) at the moment;

& hmm. Godseeker x any woman in Hallownest ( Hollow Knight );

& that's just my more conventional ships that make me sound like a normal, adjusted person ( <- out of her mind ), YOU should see the crossover ships my friends & i do, those are WAY more fun

☕ - Favorite Color: luv me some sweet cherry red, some kind of teal / mint, & caramel or coffee brown(s)...

☕ First Ship: oh dear god, i THINK... oh god was it selfcest. i remember shipping a lot of characters with their genderbent counterparts ( primarily a lot of adventure time / regular show characters at the time ) or Blossom PPG with Dexter Dexter's Lab...? 2010-12 was a fun period;

☕ - Relationship Status: single ( content to be for now, ) & figuring it all out man;

☕ - Last Movie: Scream ( 1996 ) :)

☕ - Currently Working On: Commissions, let's say,,

Tagging ~ @tomiechu, @varibean, @satisfiedskye, @prntrink, @chaos-canvas, @lilydoesdrawsometimes, @infectedpaul, & erm... WELL, IF YOU SEE THIS YOU GOTTA DO IT TOO

THANKS AGAIN MARY !!!!! how fun!

[meruz]

another ask post

i mean i also read it because a friend whos rly into queer SFF fiction circles recced it but she did kinda lead with "the writer used to write hs fanfic...tasmyn..taz...?" to which i replied

of COURSE I read the locked tomb because i heard taz had written a book. of course. ill consume most any media made by a beloved homestuck bnf. thats also why i played undertale. and read like..snotgirl. and idk... watched the new dub of neon genesis evangelion.

if u made homestuck fanwork 10 years ago and havent even made it since chances are I still remember and I love you for it.

sdlkfhsg its funny you sensed that because that drawing did in fact start kinda more........ well, I'd be lying if I said my hands never wrought a drawing toeing over the pg-13 line LOL...

NOT to say i have a secret stash of porn or anything. in general im more interested in the implication of sexuality or mature themes over any explicit depiction. like everything i draw is so softcore itd almost feel silly to make a nsfw acc for anything.

but im not rly jumping to post anything on main either bc i get the sense i have a lot of kids in my social media following. it varies from site to site and fandom to fandom but the themes in my work often circle around childhood, coming of age etc and in general i like stories about kids so the fandoms i draw for have a lot of kids in them. even stuff like IT (stephen king) which is about kids but isn't necessarily for kids.. there were a lot of kids in that fandom lol.

actually thats why ive been censoring swears in comics lately because the tmnt fandom comes across to me as a little young...IDK I've had MULTIPLE people ask me what "sodomize" means because of the joke in this post and I'm like... I Cannot be the one to explain this to you. you have to look it up on your own klfsdhsdg like i wouldn't be doing this if i were doing a comic for mgs or even homestuck wherein the characters textually swear constantly LOL but sometimes u gotta change tacks depending on the faces u see in the crowd yknow.

i HAVE been thinking abt drawing nsfw of sunspot/richard rider/kobak from x-men red just because that comic seemed to be really asking for it. who knows.. if the need rly arises maybe my separate account policy will change.

its rly more a matter of the fact that i havent read/watched much of any other iterations... im sure id like most lol. I like most things related to my interests regardless of quality. i rly like the marvel ultimate alliance games for instance. sometimes seeing my fave guy is enough he doesnt have to be well written LOL. i dont exactly have a wealth of free time tho thats the real impediment.

i did watch the 2007 movie on new years eve and found it quite charming overall. and i have read about 30-40 issues between the mirage and idw comics. still feels like im barely scratching the surface but i liked em. i rly want to read all the sophie campbell stuff bc i think her work is interesting. jason aaron will be a mixed bag i think lmao. i say as the worlds biggest Wolverine and the X-Men (2011) fan.

hmm this is kinda hard bc i feel like i naturally draw very loose and the hard part for me is tightening it up. maybe some suggestions tho...

1) hand excercises. i think its easy to forget this when many artists sit in front of the computer all day but drawing is a physical activity u do with ur actual...bodys...muscles lol. if u feel urself tightening up it might help to strech (any google search for "artist hand excercises" should yield good results) or do a page of loose practice strokes like..big circles. long lines. scribbles. that kinda thing. whatever feels good for ur hand. this is also just good to do as a general warm up before u sit down for any drawing sesh.

2) draw further away from the canvas. as a general rule...when ur painting traditionally you do the big strokes with your whole arm outstreched and a long handled brush. and when you do the details its smaller wrist movements and a shorter handled brush. so it might help to take a step back or push back from ur chair a little.. or hold ur tablet a little further away. and hold your pen further away from the nib.

3) change mediums / brush types. some brushes and mediums are more suited to loose sketching and some more inclined towards detail work. so changing ur tool could help. also! i personally have this problem where sometimes if im using a brush i feel really familiar with the pressure to make a "good" "finished" "perfect" drawing is greater... if i want to force myself to loosen up ill switch to a tool i dont use as often so it feels like the pressure is off. a lot of times for me this is switching from digital to traditional. but sometimes its switching from a small pen to a big marker. or a smooth pen to a textured one. or a nice brush to a shitty dried up marker.

but also every body is different so i dont think these tips will work for everyone. u should listen to what ur body and mind tell u and how drawing feels to you

bro just sign up and set it up i dont think theres much to it... i dont rly think too much abt my itch.io store because its digital goods so u just upload the file and let it do its thing. no distribution work needed on ur part. youll notice i barely even advertise my itch unless i have smth new on there lol.. its easy. but good luck!!!

idk if im the best person to ask this im more a comic fan than i am a comic professional... a comic hobbist.

well. scott mcclouds understanding comics and making comics are good books on the craft. i think i had to buy them for a class in art school once.

other than that idk just keep at it. comics are really laborious i think for a lot of people the hardest part is sitting down and doing it.

i think a lot of people have a very instinctive understanding of how to read comics and what they look like so whatever you think seems like good way to tell the story you have in mind, its probably right. if u get stuck, study comics that have done something similar. most people in comics are relatively self taught and actually it can be problematic bc you can tell when a lot of comic artists are all copying the same like 5 old white guys LMAO. but on the flip side if you make sure to reference and study broadly your comics will almost assuredly feel unique.

sorry im responding to this anyways. this is just a really nice ask. i like when people reference my older work bc i feel like sometimes theyre subtly implying it wasnt very good LMAOOO. but its true! at least compared to the work i make now ^^ and the fact that im still making art is whats keeping me from being embarassed abt how much of my old art just floats around online lmao im never ashamed to be growing and learning. isnt that a nice thought <3

[hinamie]

omg thank god u reblogged!!! the first time i saw that itafushi art i had a thought abt the lighting but it was too early in the morning jdjsir anyway bear w me for a Minute. so im like super blind without my glasses and recently i was told by my doc that i Really Should get em lasered, smth i always thought was just optional (n was never in a rush for). n e ways so ever since then i've been weirdly conscious of my Eyesight and the way everything looks without my glasses, mainly; light. i had never once appreciated the way light bleeds into the canvas of my vision. how, at night, the horizon is just big fiery dandelions. it's magical. it makes life so beautiful!! i was drunk at the beach and went for a swim the other night (normally i never swim at night cuz everything everywhere is just deep black & scary!! ) and after the dive i came up for air and it was. the most beautiful nightscape of my life. every distant light looked like small moons bleeding into each other. n then i saw your art and the bleeding yellow light,,, reminded me of that feeling again, deep breath, clear lungs, life is beautiful, magical, all skewed but worth it.

sorry for the rant jjdjs but all of that combined w the itafushi feels...... i want that piece framed on my wall!!!

!!!!!!! wow that paints such a vivid picture thank u sm for sending !!! i'm flattered that my art can evoke tht kind of feeling fr u :'))

i'm very happy that the lighting ws what stuck out to u also bc lately i've been trying 2 channel more of what i find beautiful irl into my art and that's resulted in playing around with a lot of different kinds of light!! i love bleeding light n dappled light n light that looks like you're squinting through a rainy car window ,,, all of it adds such atmosphere n emotion imo i feel like good lighting rly Places characters in their environment

[wings-of-ink]

Hi! I just wanted to say I love your writing so much!! I found God Cursed the other day and I’ve been obsessed. I love all the characters and the world building omg, the world building is absolutely amazing. Once I caught up I realized the world codex was filled with so much background and interesting info. Thank you for all the effort you put into this game. Do you have a patreon or a kofi? Id love to support it if you do. Also can I ask where you came up with all the design for the cursed symbols? Theyre really beautiful. I hope that you have an amazing day because someone who brings so much creativity to the world deserves it!!

Welcome, my new friend!

I am thrilled that you're enjoying God Cursed so much! Thank you for appreciating the codex too. It's still a work in progress, but I'm hoping to get more of the lore in there as things develop.

I currently do not have a Patreon or Kofi, but I have been thinking about it a lot lately. I've had some encouragement to to make them, and I have several ideas cooking on how I could make it fun. I've got ideas for extra content, future projects (other than the 2nd IF I'm going to plan soonish), and I would love to be able to add character art and such to the game as well. If and when anything is decided, I will post about it here and maybe run some polls to see what sorts of things people want out of those types of subs.

The curse symbols were a combo of my noggin and Canva. Some of the marks I had firm visions for, some were more vague. So, I played around in Canva until I could match the vision in my mind for them. I have no talent for drawing of my own, so that was my best bet for getting decent images. That's another thing I would love to hire an artist for to remake and refine those (thinking a tattoo artist would be super cool to use).

Thank you for the kind message, my dear! And I've had a pretty good day over all as a matter of fact. ^_^