#my fanart fingers are tingling

[rustingroots]

Tablestory is about to have a new vampire show this autum??? THIS WEEKEND EVEN?! I'm about to start BITING

[redvexillum]

A/N: It was supposed to be a raunchy one-shot but somewhere along the way, the feels have been caught. Also, special thank you to @glitterypeachy for the amazing Vox fanart on my title banner!

SUMMARY: Your boss, Vox, is a class-A hole, and you had envisioned tormenting him for all the overtime he was forcing you to work. Truly, he was ensuring that your time in Hell was...Hell. Perhaps it was you burning out, but you had a very vivid, steamy dream of your boss.

...At least, you were pretty sure it was a dream.

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, assistant!reader, dom!reader, sub!Vox, dual POV, hating your boss to confused h*rny, reader is extremely sleep deprived and is so done with Vox's shenanigans, mutual attraction, pining, p in v, fluff, soft, edging, electrostimulation (brief)

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“Ugh, fuck!” Vox cried out, panting heavily, his body writhing against the cords binding him. You giggled softly, your hands hovering tantalizingly close to his desperate cock, begging for release.  

This game had been going on for a while; you’d tricked him into thinking he was going to fuck you. Instead, you lay on his legs, your breasts pressed up against his quivering thighs, slowly stroking him.  

“What’s wrong, boss?” you murmured, your breath warm against his skin. You trailed the tip of your tongue along the sensitive curve of his head, tasting the salty musk of his arousal. With a sigh, you gently pulled back the foreskin, placing a soft kiss just below the tip.  

He groaned deeply, a sound filled with both pleasure and frustration, his cock twitching in your grasp. The throbbing pulse under your touch was irresistible, and his obvious tell when he was about to cum made it impossible not to edge him, again and again. 

“Ho-how long?” he whined, shifting his hips desperately, trying to press his cock against you, rubbing against you, anything to relieve the pressure building inside his balls.  

“Well,” you whispered, your finger trailing lightly from the head of his cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum and painting it down the thick vein of his shaft, “when I’m ready to fuck you, sir.” You said ‘sir’ with a cheeky grin, your voice pitched high in mockery.  

A soft, needy whine escaped him as he wiggled his body, trying to find any relief from the intense need that had him in a choke-hold. His chest rose and fell rapidly, pixelated sweat streamed down his face. Stifling a giggle, you pressed your lips against the middle of his shaft, closing your eyes to savour the searing heat of his skin.  

“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, his hips jerking upward as you trailed barely there kisses down his length. Your fingers curled around the wires wrapped tightly around his hips, and as you tugged them down, Vox unexpectedly let out a loud yelp.  

Startled, your eyes flew open as you saw Vox wince. You glanced down at your hand and noticed the wire you had tugged on had an exposed section. Realization dawned on you that you had accidentally shocked him. “Oh, shit,” you cringed as you carefully tried to unravel the surrounding wire. “Are you alright?” 

When Vox didn’t answer, you looked back at his face and saw a red tint flushed across it. He didn’t look upset or in pain. In fact, the way he was panting with a grin plastered across his screen, he looked rather…excited.  

You glanced down at the wire and experimentally pressed it against his inner thigh. The reaction was immediate. He cursed, his back arching while his cock stood straight and a pool of pre-cum began to form at the tip.  

Oh. He really liked this, didn’t he? 

You pressed your finger on the exposed wire, but you didn’t feel anything – not even a tingle. But judging by Vox’s reaction, he definitely felt the shock that your body couldn’t register.  

Humming, you gave him a smirk and hovered the wire just above the tip of his dick. You looked up at him, tilting your head with a teasing glint in your eyes.  

Vox’s eyes were transfixed on the open wire, his breath hitching. Hesitantly, he lifted his hips, slowly inching closer. He paused when the tip of his cock was just a hair’s breadth away from the wire. You stood still, watching him, waiting for him to embrace the sensation on his own.  

With a deep breath, Vox surged forward, making the decision himself. The moment his cock touched the open wire, he cried out loudly, his voice echoing off the walls. His hips shuddered violently as he continued to press his leaking tip against the wire, pre-cum smearing around.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, fuck me!” he moaned, his face glitching with pop-ups warning of overheating before his expression returned, contorted with pleasure.  

As soon as you pulled the wire away from his cock, he sobbed, his hips thrusting in desperate, tiny stokes into the air, as if he were fucking an invisible pussy. His body craved the shocking sensation of the open wire, the lust in his eyes undeniable.  

“Let me,” his tone wavered with the glitches, “let me fuck you. I’ll fuck you so good,” he promised, or maybe he was begging, as he shut his eyes and tiny shivers wracked his frame.  

“I don’t know,” you said in a sing-song voice. Moving up, you sat on his abdomen, enjoying the view as his shirt rode up, exposing his chest. You pulled on the wire, lightly patting it against his skin, trailing it up his abdomen as he continued to buck his hips, pressing the tip of his cock urgently against your backside.  

“Fuck me,” he groaned, his bound hands trembling above his head.  

“You know, you cock blocked me for the past two years, boss,” you said casually. You dropped the damaged wire next to him, unreachable. Vox whimpered as he saw the wire lying far from him, the stimulating sensation just out of his reach.  

Vox blinked once, then twice, as your words seemed to finally penetrate his pleasure-fogged brain. His eyes snapped back to your face. “Cock block?” he asked, his voice regaining its normal timbre.  

His brows knitted together as he searched your eyes for meaning. “Are you …uh…seeing somebody?” he asked quietly, and the atmosphere between you shifted into something uncomfortable and heavy.  

With a sharp, bitter laugh, you shook your head. “Not anymore. She officially dumped me today,” you shrugged, trying to sound casual.  

“Oh,” Vox replied, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips.  

That bastard. He was probably mocking you in his mind right now.  

Widening your thighs, you presented your cunt to him, giving him a full view of your dripping, swollen folds. His eyes widened as he took in the sight, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at your glistening, sopping hole.  

“You see, boss,” you said, your voice thick with desire, “with all the shitty overtime you have me doing, I haven’t come in ages.” You slid your fingers between your lips, stretching your hole open, feeling your inner walls clench and twitch, desperately craving something – anything – inside of you.  

“We could fix that,” Vox said, his tone eager as he tried to inch closer, his head straining forward.  

“How about,” you began, slowly stroking your clit with your other hand, moaning emphatically, “I finish all over you and then go home?” 

Vox chuckled at your empty threat. “Or you could untie me, and I’ll make you feel really good, sunshine.”  

The cocky smile on your lips froze, along with the fingers pressing against your bare centre.  

Sunshine.  

You hadn’t heard Vox call you by that nickname since you’d started avoiding him after catching his tongue down Val’s throat.   

“Sunshine?” You had asked one night after you and Vox had wrapped up the latest project together. “That’s new, sir,” you giggled, feeling a flutter of happiness and nerves in your chest.  

“I thought it suited you, since you brighten my day!” Vox had exclaimed, flashing you a cheeky grin before both of you burst into laughter.  

Your hands slowly withdrew from your cunt, and you tilted your head, a look of defiance in your eyes. “Boss,” you responded, unwilling to give in to his demands.  

Vox’s eyes widened. Despite his wrists being bound, he reached out toward you, his desperation palpable. “Sunshine, untie me.” 

“Yikes, that’s so cheesy!” you had said with a laugh, covering your lips as elation filled your heart. You stood up from your desk and slowly began to pack up your documents. Vox, who was sitting on the edge of your desk, slid off and swallowed the space between you.  

His hand landed heavily on the document, stopping you from keeping your mind and your body busy. Stopping you from thinking about anything else but him. His frame cast a shadow over you – inviting you to sink deeper into his presence. 

“What if I don’t want to, sir?” you cut off the memory, pushing it away. You didn’t want to think about that right now.  

“Vox,” he said, grinning at you as he wiggled his bound hands in front of you. “I have my dick out, and you’ve been torturing me for the better part of the evening. At least call me by my name, sunshine.” 

His sharp red eyes had softened as he leaned closer. “Call me by my name, sunshine,” he murmured, his lips inching ever closer to yours.  

Your smile slowly faded, you hadn’t intended to stay late tonight. The office that was shrouded in darkness, transformed with Vox’s presence. The large, clear windows absorbed the soft golden light from the gates of Heaven, turning the usual dull office space into a resplendent dimension.  

It felt as if you and Vox were transported to a place far, far away from prying eyes and expectations.  

Against your better judgment, you stepped closer to him. “I don’t think it would be appropriate of me to start calling the CEO of VoxTek by his name,” you said, stepping even closer until the toes of your shoes barely grazed his. “Sir.” 

Vox grinned, that sure, cocky grin that made his employees feel that if they followed him, their path would only be filled with success. “Luckily, no one’s around to hear you,” he chuckled. With the tip of his claws, he gently lifted your chin, aligning your gaze with his. “So, it’s Vox,” he said softly, almost conspiratorially.  

You found it difficult to say no to him these days. In truth, you didn’t want to say no because deep down, it was what you wanted. “Vox,” you repeated quietly.  

His eyes searched yours, and yet neither of you made the next move, teetering on the threshold between boss and employee, waiting to see who would dare to cross it first. The surrounding air was thick with unspoken desires, the golden light casting a romantic glow, as if the universe itself was urging you both to take that final step.  

You stared at Vox’s wrists as memories from years ago faded into the back of your mind. Slowly, your fingers gently pulled the wires off; they were already loose, and if he had chosen to, he could have escaped on his own. Holding his wrists carefully in your hands, you found yourself stunned, unable to face him.  

With a forced smile, you tried your best to feign nonchalance, “I didn’t know I was still your sunshine." After all, you thought all the previous, frivolous flirting had died the moment your boss made his intentions with Valentino clear.  

“It suits you,” Vox said softly. Sitting up slowly, his claws traced a gentle line down your cheek before stopping below your chin, tilting your head to face him just like he did so many years ago.  

“Because I brighten your day?” you asked, raising a brow, pretending his words and the memories you shared didn’t affect you.  

Pretending you didn’t feel anything for him.  

But your pretense was pointless. The moment you recited his lines from the past, his face brightened, and he played a quirky sound, like a game show, signifying that you were correct.  

You snorted at the silliness of it all because this was the side of him that had made you fall in love in the first place.  

“That’s right,” Vox said, his hands cradling the sides of your face. “You still brighten my day, so that makes you, my sunshine.” 

His words finally carved a place in your chest, or perhaps, he always had a place there. As you let the meaning, the intention, behind his words sink in, you...

Ah, fuck.  

You hated him. 

You really, really, hated him.  

Your fingers reached for his head, grasping the sides firmly as you pulled him toward you. “You owe me a lot of kisses, Vox,” you whispered, your lips so close that even the slightest movement would bring them together in a soft kiss.  

All those missed opportunities, you were going to take them now with maximum interest.

“You’re right, I do,” Vox agreed easily. In a flourish of strength you hadn’t expected, he crashed his lips against yours. You felt the screen of his face soften, the warmth and wetness of his tongue glided into your mouth. The wires snapped from the force as Vox pushed you down to the floor, his body covering yours.  

He pulled back, panting, and you managed to say, “Those cords were a bitch to order, I just wanted you to know.” 

Laughing, Vox covered your lips with his again, ravaging the inside of your mouth, his tongue mapping out every inch, tasting you, leaving traces of himself so you could still feel him even after he parted. His hands roamed your body, each touch sending shivers down your spine.  

Your bodies moved in sync, the heat between you building with every kiss, every touch. The world outside the office ceased to exist, leaving just the two of you wrapped up in each other. The culmination of years of tension and unspoken feelings finally being released.  

The heat of his cock pressed against your folds, and he moaned as he slowly sank in his tip. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled, making short thrusting motions, sinking deeper into you with each stroke.  

Your legs wrapped around his waist, signalling him to fully bottom out. You yelped, feeling the unexpected depth and stretch; it had been a while since you last had sex. The molten heat of his cock prodded deep within you before he withdrew and quickly snapped his hips forward, driving his cock back inside.  

“Ah, fuck!” you cried, your claws clinging to his back as moans threatened to escape your lips.  

His breaths were short and uneven as he continued to hump you, his hips snapping into you, wet, meaty flesh slapping together. The sounds of your union echoed in his office.  

“Feels good, fuck, tell me it feels good, sunshine,” he panted, stretching and fucking the sensitive bundles of nerves deep within you.  

You couldn’t stop yourself from goading him, especially to a man as prideful as Vox. “Ah — you -” you gasped as he circled his hips, rubbing his pubic bone against the sensitive clit before fucking you again, “if you make me cum, maybe I’ll leave a five-star review,” you said, grinning before the pleasure overwhelmed you.  

Vox choked out a laugh, lifting your body until he was sitting on the floor. Your breasts bounced up and down as he grabbed your hips, lifting and dragging you while moving his hips in tandem. His cock plunged deeper with each motion, hitting spots inside you that sent electric shocks of pleasure through your body.  

“Oh fuck,” you whined, closing your eyes as this position perfectly targeted your g-spot. The coiling heat and pressure built inside you, making you tremble. “Oh, please, please, don’t stop,” you cried, feeling your nerves buzzing and your body steadily climbing towards the peak. “Don’t stop, Vox, don’t stop,” you moaned, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.  

“Yeah, let me see you cum, sunshine,” Vox panted, his moans mingling with yours. “Fuck, I want to see you cum all over my cock,” he growled, his tongue laving against the sensitive peak of your nipple. The way his teeth grazed your skin sent jolts of sensation directly to your heated core.  

The targeted bundles of nerves were all you needed. Your head fell back as you mewled and sobbed, your walls fluttering around the thick length of his cock, trying to milk him with everything you had. It was as if all the stress you carried within your body was released at once, your mind woozy as the rush of pleasure pierced through you.  

You screamed as your climax hit hard, your entire body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. You were sure at this point you were babbling, and you didn’t give a damn what words came out because fuck, this was what you needed and wanted for years.  

Feeling your cunt tighten around his throbbing cock, Vox groaned loudly, swearing and praising your pussy as he filled you with his release. His hot cum spurted inside you, filling you to the brim, the sensation sending another shiver through your already hyper-sensitive body.  

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he moaned, his thrusts slowing to deep, deliberate strokes, ensuring he painted every inch of your walls.  

His arms wrapped around your sluggish body as your head comfortably rested against his chest. You heard the heavy thud of his heartbeat against your ear. Strands of hair stuck to your face, the room too hot from the running computers and the heat of your union, yet you didn't want to move away from his embrace.  

You didn’t want to wake up from this dream and leave him.  

His claws gently carded through your hair as he sighed in contentment. It was then that exhaustion hit you with full force, the post-orgasmic haze serving only to relax your body further, rendering the caffeine you had consumed utterly useless.  

Your eyes started to flutter closed, but you forced them open despite the stinging tiredness. You had to wear your clothes and leave; you couldn’t fall asleep in his arms.  

Ah, but since this was a dream, maybe you’d wake up back in the office again. A sudden surge of emotion hit you, and you pressed your face against his chest, savouring the warmth and comfort. You forgot how nice it felt to be held.  

“Sunshine?” Vox called out quietly, his claws gently brushing your hair in a soothing motion that made your muscles relax to the point of melting on him. 

“Mhm?” You hummed softly in response.  

“Stay with me?” he asked, his other hand wrapped around your waist, tightening. “I want to renegotiate on your contract.” 

You huffed out a quiet laugh, your eyes now fully closed, and your arms loosely wrapped around his torso. “Really, Vox? One good fuck, and you want to renegotiate on our contract?” 

“Well, we could add fucking to our contract, where I give you at least one good fuck every day,” his voice was whimsical and light, and you felt a light kiss against the top of your head.  

“And how long would this next contract be?” you asked, playing along with him, knowing that none of his and your words would come to pass.  

“Forever,” Vox said without missing a beat. “It would be for forever.” 

Your muscles seized momentarily before relaxing once more. This was a dream, right? Your subconscious was seriously contemplating working forever with him? How much of a masochist were you? Did you really enjoy working that much? 

“Will I still have to work mandatory overtime? Cause that’s incredibly shitty,” you murmured, rubbing your face against his chest, wanting to burrow deeper into him. “Will you still be an asshole?” you added quietly.  

There were so many other questions you wanted to ask, knowing you would never get an answer to any of them. “I’m tired,” you said, your voice tinged with sadness and fatigue. The words slurred slightly as each strand of your muscles started to relax.  

The simple words were weighed with meaning – tired of working overtime, tired of pretending that you didn’t have feelings for him, just overall tired. 

“Oh, that’s…” Vox hesitated, then you felt your body being lifted. “How about you rest up in my suite tonight, and we can talk about this tomorrow morning?” 

The last thing you remembered was opening your mouth, but you weren’t sure if you answered him at all before darkness and fatigue finally claimed your vision.  

You cuddled closer to the source of warmth, relishing the feel of another body beside you. Could it be? Did your girlfriend come back? Your eyes slowly opened, and you were first greeted by a bare torso, the skin colour a deep navy blue.  

Furrowing your brows, you slowly got up from the plush bed that was way too comfortable compared to what you were used to, with sheets as soft as something you couldn’t even compare to.  

Blinking slowly, your eyes flicked down to your body, and you smothered a sharp gasp, realizing that you were completely naked. Your eyes immediately looked at the face of the body’s owner, but you already knew who it was without having to look. 

The moment you saw the VoxTek's logo bouncing on your boss’s face to indicate he was in sleep mode, a groan escaped your lips, muffled by your hand.  

You had to be kidding yourself. You didn’t just do the most clichéd thing imaginable. But when memories of last night came flooding in to your mind, each one raunchier than the last, you bowed your head in defeat.

It wasn't a dream.

Fuck.

As if to confirm your worst fears, you felt his arms wrap around you with a firm, possessive grip. Before you could react, his lips planted a loud, affectionate smooch on your cheek. “Good morning, sunshine!” he said, his voice warm and teasing, filled with cheerful energy that contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions brewing inside of you.  

Your heart raced as you tried to process the situation, your mind still tangled in a web of confusion and regret. You shifted slightly, feeling the heat of his body pressed against yours and the weight of last night’s decision heavily on your shoulders.  

You had a thousand and one excuses ready: how last night was a mistake, how you weren’t in your right mind, how the sex was meaningless. 

But when you faced Vox, his eyes sparkled with genuine happiness and his arms wrapped around you with such tenderness, every excuse, every justification dissipated from your tongue.  

“Good morning,” you said, forcing a smile that felt as brittle as dry leaves. Your arms lay limp and loose in your lap as Vox sidled closer, his body radiating warmth. He tried to fully embrace you, but you felt the tremor in his arms when you didn’t return the gesture. The tremors were like an earthquake, splintering apart the ground of your resolve.  

The pad of his thumb drifted up to your cheek, gently stroking your face. Each touch was a soft caress, yet it felt like tiny needles prickling at your skin. His gaze roamed your features, his eyes dark and searching. Heat climbed up to your cheeks, mortified by how intimate his gesture was especially when both of you were stripped bare.

The air was thick with the scent of his cologne, a heady mix of spice and a sharp cool, tang of mint, wrapping around your throat as memories of last night flashed through your mind.  

“Sunshine?” Vox’s voice was a whisper, his breath ghosting across your skin as he pressed his body closer to yours. The pressure of his chest against you was a contradicting blend of comfort and a burden.  

“Yes...” you closed your eyes, trying to steady yourself, then opened them again, reigniting the determination and resolve you had nurtured for years. “Boss?” 

Vox chuckled weakly, the sound rough and strained. He continued to embrace you, his refusal to let you go was a silent plea. “So, it’s boss again, huh?” 

Your eyes stung as if salt had been rubbed into them, while your stomach churned, feeling as if it were filled with hot lead boiling your insides. You wanted to push him away because things would never work between you. 

You had two years to truly observe his relationship with his psychotic lover, and you were sure that the moment he found out about your affair with Vox, that shitty moth demon would kill you.  

“You can’t honestly think this would work, right, sir?” Your voice lacked the cruel, hard, edge needed to cut away the tender moment tying you two together. You looked at him, your heart once again held in your hands as you made an offering to him.  

You should push him away.

You must push him away.

You needed to push him away.

Yet, your treacherous hands touched his sides, pulling him closer to you. His response was an instantaneous sigh as he sank deeper into your embrace. The warmth of his body pressed against yours was almost unbearable, the heat between you intensifying the pain in your chest.  

“We won’t know unless we try,” Vox’s voice trembled, his smile tightening at the edges. “Are you going to leave me too?” he asked softly, his smile becoming lopsided as he tried to keep a light-hearted tone.  

Your brows furrowed, confused. What did he mean by “too”? The question lingered, but it was quickly overshadowed by the same chaotic thoughts that always swirled in your mind: your desire for him versus the stark reality of your situation. Your heart and mind were locked in a bloody feud that had raged on for years, neither side willing to concede.  

“Do you honestly think this would work?” You repeated the question, your voice tinged with desperation.

You needed to hear him say no.

Humanity had always done stupid things for love, willingly deluding themselves despite knowing that heartbreak lay at the end of the road. Yet, they would foolishly pick love over and over again.  

You would pick love, over and over again because... 

If there was even a small chance of obtaining a typical fairy tale ending... 

“Vox?” your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. You leaned in closer towards his warmth, his embrace tightening around you. The cries of victory within your chest resonated as your mind finally relented.  

If there was even a small chance that you could be happy with him... 

“Sunshine,” Vox’s claws gripped your hips, pulling you closer and closer to his chest. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his voice wavered with desperation despite his attempts to remain calm and collected. “Stay with me.” 

If the road ahead that were surely filled with bumps and hardships but promised something worth fighting for at the end, then... 

With a slow, shuddering exhale, you smiled softly at him. The pain and distress in his eyes began to melt away. You leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. You didn’t need a grand declaration to affirm each other’s affection. The quiet, simple connection was enough.  

As you felt his muscles relax, he returned your kiss, his eyes slowly closing. His hand cradled the back of your head, refusing to part from you, as if the very act of letting go would make you disappear from his grasp.  

If Vox believed this relationship was worth trying, then you wanted to believe that too.  

You pressed your chest against his, wanting him to feel the doubt that had plagued you for so long crumbling away with every beat of your heart. As you slowly parted from him, his breath mingled with yours, warm and reassuring.  

Right now, all that mattered was this moment, this connection, this unspoken promise of a future together.  

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[unnoticed-poison]

A/N: I wasn't planning to write anything those next few weeks but those damn Lucifer fanarts and fics made me thirsty for that demon 😭

Anyhow this one is for @bat-boness (definitely not cause of that cow boy Fanart)

This is just a try out since I'm still kinda new to writing smut

You did this to me @heart-of-the-morningstar @bat-boness and @nayomi247 I 100% blame you three for this.

"Lucifer, have you seen my rope-"

.....

Your words ceased abruptly as your eyes laid upon the unexpected sight before you.

Sitting on top of a barrel, his arms tied behind his back, his legs spread and hanging in air by the ropes, was non other than Lucifer.

"Lucifer..?"

The smug smirk on the blonde's face sent a tingle down your spine as he spoke softly, his words as smooth as silk and his eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Well, are you going to stand there all day or are you finally going to give me my reward~?"

......

You stood there silently for a moment, trying to process what you were seeing, before the realization sank in, you face flushed as your heart pounded hard in your chest.

You gulped.

Oh boy.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

"A-Argh..!" The man moaned out as you moved your head up and down his cock with steady rythme. The overwhelming pleasure was taking over him, causing him to close his eyes and grip the ropes that were binding his hands so tightly that his palms started to bleed from how deep his sharp nails dug into them. "That f-feels Soo goo-..fuck! Mm!!"

"f-fuuck..! eh?" He opened his eyes when he felt you taking his cock out of your mouth, his face twisted into a mix of confusion and displeasure, his breathing heavy as you glanced up at him with a sly smirk.

"W-why did you stop..?" He panted, trying to keep his breathing under control, his cheeks rosy and his lips slightly parted. His dick was still hard as fuck, the throbbing pain almost driving him crazy.

He needed you to continue, 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

You placed a light kiss on his tip before leaning up towards him.

"Shhh, unless you want someone to see you in this state, I suggest you keep your voice down." You whispered, nipping at his earlobe while your hand slowly strocked his cock.

As much as you enjoyed his pleasured whimpers and cries, you didn't wanna risk getting caught.

He panted heavily before letting out a shuddering breath. His legs trembled as he begged, the desperation in his voice was music to your ears. "N-nngh, please, m-more...I'll stay quiet... please.."

He was so close..!

You let out an amused chuckle as you grinned at the blonde, gosh he looked so adorable like this.

"𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑦."

Hearing those words drove the man over the edge, his body shook uncontrollably as he rolled his head back and screamed out your name. His hips bucked against your hand as he came undone in your grasp. cum shot all over your face and body, staining your clothes.

You silently looked at the hot liquid dribbling down your hand as he continued to gasp for breath after his orgasm subsided.

"What a mess!" you chuckled, licking the cum off your fingers.

This was 𝑓𝑢𝑛.

"Y-yeah.." he said after calming down, his voice trailing off into a soft murmur. A weak grin crept across Lucifer's face as he tilted his head to the side, gazing up at you with such loving eyes that took your breath away. "Now why don't you untie me so I can repay you properly, hmm?"

𝑂ℎ?

You smirked.

Now we're talking.

Just as you moved to untie his bindings, the door suddenly swung open with an abrupt thud.

"Hey I heard a scream here is everything ok- WHAT THE HELL?!"

You and Lucifer both froze and slowly turned to face the figure standing in the doorway.

"Dad..?"

Shit.

Lucifer, his legs still hanging by the ropes, smiled nervously at his daughter.

"O-oh! Hi Charlie!"

.....

The woman looked at the two of you silently, blinking rapidly as she tried to process the absolute horror she was seeing.

.........

...

.

"Charlie-"

"AHh...AHHHHhHHhHHHHHh!!"

You two winced as you watched the woman scream bloody murder as she ran out of the room with her arms flailing.

.......

"Well, that could've gone better."

"Just PLEASE untie me already.."

The mood was ruined now.

I need to do more of those man, anyhow those banners on top were made by @cafekitsune

If you guys know about that ash baby meme on TikTok then that's exactly Charlie's reaction

Charlie fucking please go tell Lucifer you need a step-mom! 😭

Charlie :...no ◍ಠ⁠ ⁠೧⁠ ⁠ಠ◍

Again, I blame those three, especially you kelley, you horny ass f-

[freesia-writes]

hello friend, for the valentines rec - would you be interested in doing a fake dating/relationship situation b/w Crosshair and f!reader? go wild with why they have to fake date 😂

thankssss ❤️HB

THE CROSSHAIR EFFECT got me on this one! 😂 Sometimes when I write him, I just get absolutely sucked in. So this one had me in a mood and I quite enjoyed it. It's a little stereotypical or trope-y or something, but it's delightfully indulgent in my doofus opinion. So I hope you enjoy! 😊 Dividers by @stars-n-spice on this post here.

Crosshair x F!Reader Word Count: 2000ish, hehe Content Warnings: just kissin and in-universe cussin

OH, and since this takes place at a fancy gala, I have to link this gorgeous fanart by @perfectlywingedcrusade because it's just fitting and should be appreciated by everyone. They're lovely images of Crosshair and her OC, so check em out!

A kiss on the hand and a cup of the face

Holding each other close in fancy attire

Out for a stroll while lookin good

The grand gala was in full swing, the opulent castle venue aglow with soft, golden light and the murmur of animated conversations. You and Crosshair, disguised as a wealthy couple, moved gracefully through the crowd, your steps synchronized as you navigated the sea of elegantly dressed guests. The stoic sniper's presence beside you was palpable, his every movement calculated and precise. His sharp gaze swept over the room, taking in every detail with a keen eye for potential threats. Despite the formal attire he wore, there was an unmistakable air of danger about him, a reminder of the skilled soldier lurking beneath the facade of a sophisticated gentleman. And it kinda gave you the tingles.

As you exchanged pleasantries with other guests, your mind raced with the mission at hand. The two of you had been tasked with infiltrating the gala to gather intel on a new weapon being developed by the Separatists. It was a high-stakes operation, and the success of the mission relied on your ability to blend in seamlessly with the crowd while discreetly gathering information.

You stole a glance at him, marveling at the effortless way he maintained his cover. His demeanor was cool and collected, his expression unreadable as he engaged in polite conversation with the other guests. You marveled at his ability to remain composed under pressure, and if you were being honest, you’d admired him for a long time, and had given in to an increasing amount of time spent thinking about being with him in various scenarios. So when this mission had come up in such a way that required you to pretend you were in a relationship, you’d had to fight hard to keep your face neutral and even harder to ignore the pronounced eyeroll and scoff of disgust he’d made.

You were still trying to push the thought from your mind as you leaned against the bar, having split up to different parts of the room. You could swear there had been some significant moments between the two of you, conversations that showed some vulnerability, slight softening in his piercing glares… But sometimes you wondered if the entire dynamic was just wishful thinking on your part. 

“Haven’t seen you around here before,” a fellow attendee said, sidling up beside you at the bar. You gave a small smile and a nod, just enough to acknowledge him without being memorable in any way, hoping he would take the hint. 

He didn’t.

“Where are you from?” he pressed, stepping slightly closer and holding up two fingers to the bartender, who had waved to him for his order. “I feel like I’d remember a beautiful thing like you.” You had your selection of default answers, offering some uninteresting and vague information, but he was a bona fide hemorrhoid, weaseling ever closer both verbally and physically. 

“I feel like you’re not being entirely honest with me,” he purred, tilting his head and reaching to trace fingers along your arm. 

“I’m not sure I want to tell all my secrets to someone I just met,” you replied, matching his suggestive energy to avoid triggering any toxic masculinity. You gave him a small smile, but it was met with a furrowed brow that made you start to feel a little anxious at how to get out of this particular situation. 

Right on cue, however, Crosshair stepped in, his arm sliding around your waist as he pulled you close. Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced up at him, face relaxing into content familiarity. 

"Darling, there you are," he said smoothly, flashing the intruder a charming smile. The honey-sweet words in his sibilant, smoky tone were absolutely intoxicating, and you silently cursed the flush that bloomed across your cheeks without your permission. "I've been looking all over for you." 

The guest faltered, taken aback by Crosshair's sudden appearance, and when the sniper turned to face him fully, positively exuding confidence, he excused himself with a polite nod.

"Thanks," you murmured, grateful for the diversion.

"Don't mention it," he replied, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "We have to be convincing, don’t we…”

“Sorry you got stuck doing this with me.” You felt a wave of frustration wash over you, beginning to feel tired of the way he seemed to jerk you back and forth between softness and harshness, fondness and disdain. You wished he would just come clean one way or the other.

“A mission’s a mission.”

“Mhm,” you agreed, feeling your mood souring by the second.

“Problem?” he asked quietly, forcing the fakest smile you’d ever seen as a couple passed by and fluttered their fans in your direction. It made you want to punch him. 

“Nope. Just… On a mission.” You pulled your fur more tightly around you, scanning the room for the targets who were supposed to have the inside info. You’d had yet to locate them, despite schmoozing for the last hour or two. You didn’t notice the way his eyes followed the flow of your hair into a regal bun at the nape of your neck, nor the way they continued back up across your face, unreadable emotion flickering just beneath the surface. 

“Oh, Chris, you’re hilarious,” you proclaimed, in the snooty voice you’d adopted around others. You could tell it grated on Crosshair’s nerves, and you couldn’t help the smug sense of satisfaction you felt when his steely gaze met yours for a moment in the privacy of a quick sideways look. You knew there’d be hell to pay later for randomly giving him a name like that, but you didn’t care. Your feet were aching and you’d been done with all the fake socializing about an hour and a half ago. But the two of you had finally worked your way into the “inner circle of sleemos”, as your partner had deemed them, and now were the critical moments upon which the entire mission hinged. 

“Not nearly as delightful as you, my little poodoo,” he answered, earning a round of gasps and chuckles from the uppity crowd. 

“I say!” declared a man with a huge space-walrus mustache. “That is quite the nickname, my good boy!” He chuffed heartily, casting a side glance at his tall, spiky wife who clearly didn’t approve. Quickly changing his demeanor, he was shaking his head in somber disapproval by the time he looked back at you. 

“Oh, we’re just so… so close…” Crosshair continued, almost choking on his words as he looped an arm around your waist again and pulled you against him so abruptly that a little bit of your drink sloshed out of the glowing martini glass. You quickly turned your splutter of indignation into a playful giggle, not so subtly digging an elbow between his ribs as best you could. “I could just call her every name in the book,” he gushed, poking the tip of your nose with a single finger. 

“Oh goodness,” you laughed, downing the rest of your drink in one huge gulp. “Would you excuse us? And can I get anyone else another drink?” You turned away so quickly, grabbing your partner by the arm and dragging him along, that you didn’t see Mr. Walrus Stache lifting a finger to take you up on that drink offer. Instead, you did your best to hide the absolute rage you felt beneath the surface as you found a side door out onto a small balcony. There was a single member of the waitstaff there, a Rhodian who was taking a drag off a long cigarette, and his luminous eyes narrowed at the two of you as you appeared, flicking the ash off the end of his smoke and dropping it to the ground before stalking back to work. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Crosshair began, turning on you as soon as the last tails of the server’s apron were out of sight. You looked up at him, too frustrated to enjoy how close he was as he loomed above you furiously. “We finally get--”

“ME?!” you spluttered, grasping the shiny lapels of his suit jacket, “You think we’re gonna get anywhere with you calling me poodoo?!” In any other context, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation would have been hilarious, but the simmering undercurrent had risen to a rollicking boil, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. 

“Well if you weren’t acting like such a little shi--”

“You’re ridiculous!” you yelled, fists clenched at your sides. But before you could finish the rest of your retort, his hand was clapped over your mouth, cutting off any further attempts to lash out at him. It did not, however, help to quell the fury within. You grabbed his arm with both hands, pulling at it in futility, then froze completely as he stepped in close, wedging a thigh between your legs and flattening you against the stone wall of the castle with his entire body. “What the f--”

“Just shut up for one second,” he hissed, and the sheer intensity of his presence combined with the exhilaration of him pressed against you took every last thought and word right out of your brain. You let out a breath, heart pounding against his chest where he’d bent himself around you, eyes large as they locked on his. He slowly removed his hand, wiping it on his pants with a slight wrinkle of the nose, then tucked it into his pocket, leaving the other arm braced on the wall above you. “Listen,” he said, quietly now, with an urgency yet softness that melted you to your core. “Whatever… this… is…” He took a deep breath, then continued, “We need to get that intel. Then you can… take care of yourself…” He finished with a tiny, confident nod, stepping back in surprise when you burst into laughter.

“Take care of myself?” You slapped your hands flat on his chest, pushing him away with playful force as you felt yourself puffing up again to put him in his place. “Crosshair, you don’t have a damn clue, do you…” You ran out of steam as you registered the myriad of emotions on his face, slowly falling silent as he closed the distance between the two of you again, emanating a different kind of energy this time. 

“Care to enlighten me, then?” he asked, tilting his head at you with equal parts condescension and provocation. There was a smolder in his pale brown eyes that made your heart skip a beat, and you were so overrun with feelings of your own that you couldn’t even begin to sort out one from another. You reached for his lapels again, now using them to pull him back against you as you brought your mouth to his with a forceful, determined kiss. His tiny huff of an exhale had a million possible meanings, but you didn’t care, because one of his hands found your waist and the other cupped the back of your head, pressing his face into yours with a hunger that set your… heart… on fire. 

You lost track of everything else as your senses were flooded with every magnificent aspect of him… His scent, touched up with a ritzy fragrance he’d added for the evening… His slightly raspy breathing… The warmth and passion that radiated from his strong, focused frame. The feeling of his mouth on yours was everything you’d imagined it to be, and he pulled back for a short breath of air before turning his head the other direction and capturing your lips again, slightly more open this time as you melted against him.

It felt like a split second and an hour later when you separated, with deep, ragged breaths and a blissfully dumbfounded look on your face, staring at him in awe and unabashed delight. He kept his face stoic, though there was a slight glow to his cheeks and a spark in his eyes that made your knees weak. 

“Now can you keep your head on straight?” he poked, stepping back and straightening his suit. 

“Absolutely not.”

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Are you still accepting requests? I hope so, I could write about King Wildfire in the romantic theme, it could be anything at all.

RED STRING OF FATE

King the Wildfire x reader

Part 1

A/N: Hey anon! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it! Sorry for the long wait 😭🙏

My taglist: @selen1um-hexafluoride hey dear, i was only able to write pt2 for King from my previous scenario. I hope u don't mind 🥲

©️ fanart to the rightful owner

The whole situation in Wano settled down. With Kaido being defeated by Luffy, and his subordinates being captured and thrown into prison. Wano had become the prosperous kingdom it was before the tragedy. Everyone is allowed to enjoy their day without being restricted by any rules implemented during Kaido's ruling. So here you are with Hiyori and Yamato wandering around the capital to pass the time. As you are walking, you couldn't help but remember the moment you came across King, the subordinate of Kaido. Thinking back on how your ring finger had tingled right when you saw him. You felt weird thinking back about it as you recalled your grandma's story about the red string of fate which will be experienced by two soulmates. You laughed at the thought, there was no way your soulmate was going to be King. As a matter of fact, it will be impossible considering you're a Straw Hat member thus, such relationship with King will only cause dispute to arise.

Being pulled back into reality, you noticed a man spying on you from one of the alleyways. You grabbed tightly onto your knives, while ensuring not to alert Hiyori and Yamato so as to not cause panic. You dismissed yourself from them and cautiously followed the man. Upon realizing your presence, the man seems to quicken his step and ran into a secluded garden. You almost didn't get to catch up to his pace but thanks to your knives, you were able to halt his movement. The man stopped running due to shock after your knives were thrown to the ground blocking his way. You looked closely and that's when you saw him. King. The man in front of you. "Why...why are you still here? I thought all of you had been taken to the prison?", you asked nervously. "I got lucky and fled myself before they could catch me," King looked to the ground. "Why are you spying on us? Are you trying to hurt Hiyori-san?", you suspected him of having ill-intention towards Hiyori considering his brother is now the new ruler of Wano. "Silly, it's not because of that...," he retorted, "It is you I was spying on." You were about to attack him when he suddenly grabbed your hand. "Don't you... don't you feel the presence of the red string of fate on your ring finger the first time we met?", he looked you in the eye. Hoping to get the expected response from you.

"Now that I think of it.. I did feel a tingling sensation there. Regardless, why would you wanna know about it?", you still in a state of alertness, preparing for his next move. He sighed and engulfed you in a comforting hug. Then and there he spilled about the story of the red string of fate, and how he witnessed it with his own eyes upon meeting you for the first time. You don't know why, but listening to his confession made you want to believe his words. Truth be told, after some consideration, you do wanna get to know him more. If he indeed was your soulmate. However, realizing the situation going on in Wano right now, you were unsure whether introducing him to the Straw Hats would be a good decision. You sighed and decided to give him a chance, reminding him that you only have 2 days left before leaving Wano.

On the first day,

King and you met at the same garden as before. King reasoned that it is best to get to know each other in a peaceful environment like this. You could still feel the awkwardness going on between you and King. It was understandable though, considering he was your enemy during the battle in Onigashima. Thus, the tension may still be there between you two.

Despite that, King tried to break the tension by asking you questions about yourself; wanting to get to know you better. Not only that, but he also shared some details about himself, such as how particular he is about certain foods. And his favorite things to do in his free time. By the end of the day-one, both of you had known pretty much everything about one another. You could say that you enjoyed spending time with him. Though it was boring at first, but you managed to find an activity or two to enjoy together; fishing at the nearby lake and painting.

On the second day,

You couldn't help but feel excited while getting ready. Opting from a Kimono to a midi sundress.

King was waiting at the same garden, seating on a bench. He turned his gaze towards his right upon feeling someone walking closer to him. He was astonished after looking at you; 'how beautiful,' he thought. You cleared your throat after feeling his intense gaze on you too long for your comfort, you walked closer to him and interlocking your fingers with his; leading him to the next destination while your face displayed the obvious blush.

Now here you are at the capital, enjoying the lively environment there. In which, Wano citizens are still celebrating to welcome their beloved ruler from the Kozuki clan. Thus, there are still many booths in the capital; selling a variety of foods and promoting fun games there. You could sense King becoming a little bit jittery, and realizing this made you come closer to him and whispering comforting words like, "Calm down, they won't notice as long as you keep the mask on," and "It's okay, I'm here so no one will be suspicious of you." Hearing your words really works wonders on his racing heart, he was thankful that you didn't blow his cover and just comforted him as well as you could.

With him feeling less anxious, you just smiled at him and guided him through the booths. Enjoying the plethora of foods and games there. Laughing to your heart's content, forgetting about the worries both of you had just experienced.

By the end of the day, both of you shared a kiss under the firework's display. With people all around you cheering joyfully.

Packing your belongings, you were getting ready to sail back to the sea with the Straw Hats after having been in Wano for quite a while. You were walking to the ship to assist the crew with the boxes and stuff. Once finished and about to return to the castle, you heard Luffy calling out your name, "Y/N, wait." You don't know why but you could feel your heart running miles, feeling nervous for some reason. "I know you have been seeing someone for the past 2 days," Luffy said while looking at the sea. You suddenly felt tears streaming down your cheeks, while profusely apologizing and promising to not do such thing again. You stopped upon hearing Luffy's laugh, "Why are you sorry? I didn't say I want to reprimand you for that. I just want to make sure whether you are serious with him or not."

You couldn't believe yourself whether you hadn't really been hearing things. You looked at Luffy in disbelief, "Are you for real, Luffy?" Luffy just smiled and came closer to pat your shoulders, "Yes I am. Thus, I'm giving you options whether you want to stay in Wano with him. Or you want to continue your journey with us but leave him behind without knowing what will happen to him due to the isolated area of Wano."

So which one would you choose? I will leave the rest to y'all imagination 😝

[bnesszai]

HIHIHI i love your sskk stuff it makes me scream

can you do one based on the lines

"i thought you were gone --", "i would fight my way back to you time and time again"

i will draw fanart of it

Hhh, thank you. I don't write them often so I'm very uncertain about them, but I'll do my best

Atsushi blinks.

The exhaustion seeps into his bones, body beaten and bruised, emotions running high. Nothing unusual, he supposes, but the figure standing in front of him is a swift punch to the gut in ways he wasn't expecting.

There's a flood of relief, a stab of anger, a flash of disbelief. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes and he doesn't understand why.

"I thought you were gone," Atsushi chokes. Somewhere nearby in the same airport, his boss cradles the body of his dead friend.

"I was," Akutagawa says, nonchalant. There's a large scar on his throat, jagged and deep and angry.

"Then--"

Akutagawa walks up, nearly chest to chest with Atsushi. His eyes are dark and swimming, face betraying nothing. "I would fight my way back to you time and time again."

Atsushi feels heat crawl up his face, heart slamming against his ribs. "Ha?"

"To kill you," Akutagawa backpedals, facade finally cracking. Pink paints his cheeks, eyes darting away, biting at his bottom lip. Still, he doesn't move away.

"Akutagawa," Atsushi breathes. "You'd defy death just to kill me?"

His eyes come back to Atsushi's face slowly, uncertain. "Yes. Always."

A wide grin spreads across Atsushi's face and he laughs. "You're an idiot."

"Hey--"

Atsushi reaches out, fingers brushing against Akutagawa's jawline. It sends tingles up his arm, straight to his heart. "Kill me, then. Idiot."

Akutagawa leans forward, "you're the idiot," he mumbles, right against Atsushi's lips.

Maybe Atsushi will die like this, but he supposes there are worse ways to go.

[melpomenelamusa]

Dear fellow writers:

Have you ever been in a situation where when you're really inspired to write, or a super cool idea comes to mind, you go into intense fangirl/fanboy mode?

Like, when I have a chance to sit down and start writing, sometimes I feel like my fingers are even tingling, eager to dance across the keyboard.

You imagine that dramatic scene that canonically occurs almost at the end of the story, but that was the scene that inspired you to write your entire work, and you can't contain your excitement to bring it to life on paper.

You think about your characters, and even though you created them yourself, you want to know more about them, maybe see fanarts, make memes, imagine a variety of AUs and ships…

I've always thought that, as a writer, I should be the #1 fan of my story and my characters, it's something that fills me with a lot of happiness.

For all of you who create stories, draw them, or even just think about them: enjoy this process. Creating is a kind of magic.

[lara-kaminari]

Excerpt from chapter 11 of: "The serpent and his forbidden fruit".

Or, the first time Ominis and Catalina almost kiss.

—Tell me something else. —Ominis proposed. —Read my fortune in love.

—Love?

—So I'll know if your predictions are true.

—My word alone is not enough?

Ominis smiled mischievously and offered me his hand again. This time I would not take him seriously. I began to trace circles on his palm with my finger, just playing a little.

—I need clarity on what you want to know. —I said, lowering the volume of my voice.

—Can't you just know? —Ominis asked, pulling his body closer to me. Not that it was necessary, we were already very close and in the library there was only silence; his voice had that hypnotic teasing tone I liked to hear.

I resume my reading, letting my fingers glide gracefully. As I moved on, I heard his breathing become more ragged: my nearness seemed to affect him in a way I hadn't anticipated.

—Maybe; maybe I do see something: a woman.

Ominis' eyelashes are long, the perfect complement to her opal eyes. Her face is so close to mine that I can now see it in detail.

—And is she beautiful?

—Does it matter?

—I'm just curious.

—I'm afraid that's just up to your interpretation.

—Something tells me you're out of practice. —Ominis said; in a clever move he was now holding my hand. I was so distracted that it was easy for him to turn the tables. —I'll show you how to read a love prediction.

—You can't see.

—I know how to use my hands to feel everything.

Merlin.

Ominis ducked his head as if he could really look. However, the trace of his fingers on my palm made it clear that he could perceive every little line as if it were Braille. In a few seconds I found myself as much into his prediction as he was into mine.

—I see here... A path full of possibilities, it looks like a bright and exciting future awaits you.

His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if he were sharing an intimate secret. I gasped for a moment, surprised by the sudden proximity and the suggestive tone in his voice.

—What else do you see?

—In the theory of physics it is announced that even small objects can make big changes; a woman like you, small and delicate as a wildflower, you strongly attract those around you and make them fall for no reason. —Said Ominis. —You attract just like the myth of the Adam's apple, and the first one to taste of the forbidden fruit will open a door you had closed: Your chance to love.

His words faded to a whisper, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as he allowed the gravity exerted by the earth to merge me with him. An electric current passed between us, charged with a palpable tension that neither of us could ignore.

I closed my eyes, opened my arms to whatever that physical force had for me and my lips began to tingle at the shock that was now inevitable.

Surprise! It's a fanart 😈 I mean, I did it hehe. That background is NOT mine, I'm not that far along 🤣 I had to google "big window good lighting" and that's what came up ahshzhs BUT everything else is mine ;).

I still don't understand about outlining and shadows, and I have to draw on a sheet of paper first and then upload it to the computer and follow the lines but hey, it's a cool result.

[dgdraws]

My art year in review!

I learned so much this year and made a ton of cool stuff! These are my favorites from each month, but it was so hard to choose. A lot of stuff didn't even get posted--I'll be sure to at least post the ones that made it to this list!

It's amazing to see how much I've changed and learned over this year, and to see the things that are emerging as part of "my style."

Here's to another year of delight, creation, connection and fun!

Some monthly reflections beneath the cut, but here's the highlights:

I participated in 3 art challenges, Artfight, OC-tober and Huevember.

I made fanart for the first time!

I created a piece I conceived of before I started drawing

Made some big breakthroughs in techniques and skills in April, July and November

January: My first branch into full character design, Rodd is the culmination of training on Hero Forge renders to make dnd portraits! I was doing this cool thing with neon rim lighting, I should bring that back!

February: I saw a piece on here with this amazing glowing effect, so I color picked it and experimented to figure out what relationship between the colors was making it do that! The answer was saturation. This rose is meant to be glowing from within, and I think I did a good job for my knowledge level at the time! As Chuck Tingle would tell us, it's beautiful because only I could have made it in that moment on the timeline.

March: I spent a million years on every detail of this one, it has at least 5 clipping overlay/saturation layers for lighting, multiple line work groups and I want to rework that background but! I never felt more accomplished than I did when I finished this one. I learned a lot, especially about things I could skip or simplify. And the symbolism really pops off ngl

April: I read Gideon the Ninth for the first time this month and I immediately needed to draw Jeannemary Chatur, Cavalier of the Fourth House, the worst teen to do it. She's the first fanart I ever made and posted! I also discovered a new pen tool with this one, which CHANGED THE GAME.

May: This one is an idea I had written down before I ever picked up the tablet and stylus. I thought I might commission someone to make it, the image of it came to me so clearly during our VTM session I just had to make it real somehow. Well I did it! This is one I will come back to redraw in like 5 years bc I love the concept so much. Also rife with symbolism and inside nods to the Low Kings.

June: I made a bunch of ref sheets in the run-up to Artfight in July. Caleb hadn't even been in my plans to upload, but I had time and inspiration! I will be uploading this and a few more of him <3

July: This is one of my faves from Artfight! This character is Blueberry, by way of OrchidEatsBread on artfight. I have still never played... rainworld? But I love me a slug cat. In July I drew a TON of people, it really drilled anatomy basics into me and how to get clothes looking like actual clothes a bit more. Also solidified some things I would consider "my style" at the moment, like no irises, and my approach to noses and mouths and fingers!

August: Another fanart for the Locked Tomb series, I never posted this!!! Will be rectifying that soon.

September: I got really into javascript and css this month, and I made this to be a landing page image on my neocities website XD I'll get back around to that eventually...

October: At the last minute, I discovered OC-tober and the prompts from @/bweirdart, a worthy follow up to the rush of Artfight two months previous. I developed so much stuff for the Low Kings, including this drawing/character, Amayah/Girl-Z, who has been a figment of my pintrest board for 2+ years.

Huevember: Chasing that OC-tober high, I found Huevember! I did not expect to actually do every day, but it proved to be an amazing exercise! I learned so, so much about color, discovered amazing new brushes and techniques and found I really enjoy working in those one day capsules! I loved a lot of the stuff that came out of this month, including my highest note post ever!!!, but this one is still my phone background and I'm maybe developing an OC world around it. We'll see what happens in 2024.

December: I got hit HARD with the writing bug this month, so this was my only choice for this month but I WOULDA CHOSEN IT ANYWAY. I unlocked something here that I'm really excited to visit again, in fact I'm working on a companion piece rn! This is also fanart btw, prepare for me to get even weirder about this guy in the coming months.

If you've read this far, thank you so much! I have so much fun writing these little reflections and making my posts on here.

xoxo, wren

[mossmx]

the latest stottlemonk post on this website is from last year, but knowing people were here before me gives more strenght

I am R E A D Y to draw Monk fanart

I feel the tippyty pads of my fingers tingle

[jaimesrighthand]

hotd is coming back soon and my desire to reread my favourite asoiaf fanfic is back with a vengeance.

anyways here are the bits of this chapter that make me lose my mind upon rereading (and lots of thinking about our doe):

"Queen Cersei decides who her family is, whether or not her blood commands it so"- i just... theres a reason that one fanart used this as a caption if i recall correctly. doe baby come here im giving a big hug.

"You knew... deep down... but you never wanted to believe it until the truth came roaring back at you in the future."- use of roaring here is iconic, zoomorphism always adds a kick. The thing about this line that drives me crazy is the implications for her relationship with Jaime. We know that she's close to both her uncles and there's a lot of lore with Tyrion (beloved relationship there!), but i have soooo many thoughts about jaime and her. clearly, it seems that cersei didn't push jaime away from leyla as she did his children for cersei reasons which adds another level of lannister craziness to their relationship.

"sweet Uncle Tyrion"- love doe for being the only pov to use that adjective for tyrion.

"ou rode either on your horse gifted to you by your Uncle Jaime or in the wheelhouse with your mother and younger siblings"- see how those two groups are directly contrasted, with doe being the bridgeway of sorts. i need to drink this juicy dynamic like sweetwine.

"Unashamed of standing beside the Kingslayer"- this and the line where he kisses her cheek and helps her down her horse are so fulfilling jaime's young aspirations of that conventional view of knighthood. its like doe is a reflection of the goodness of their character ugh help i cant take this!

"'Princess,' Robb takes your hand and places a gentle kiss over your knuckles, causing your fingers to tingle."- oh our sweet babies have no idea what lays ahead of them teehee

"You’ve been spending far too much time with your Uncle Tyrion if you take Robb Stark’s small talk as an innuendo."- see what happens when you let tyrion of all people parent your child, cersei. tsk tsk tsk. oh the humanity!

“My Uncle Jaime gave her to me. We named her Fawn.”- WE? WE? oh dear the symbolic significance of jaime helping name the horse after the baratheon sigil rather than the lannister one is so dear to me.

"You were always the wedge between your parents"- my poor baby

"the Queen Cersei only smiled with anticipation at you as she brushed her fingers through your hair, the alien motion driving you into shock."-physical affection from her mother being so rare to the point where it elicits a trauma response out of her makes me want to flip a table. oh the tragedy of it all

"Your mother did once.

And how sorely did Father disappoint her. "- robert can be viewed as the fulcrum of her tragedy as a character, but its also haunting how she has parallels to her mother as a character. Then again, that is partially Cersei's fault but thats a next chapter thing.

Black of Hair (Part One)

(Gif not mine)

Request: “Hi! So I had this idea for an imagine/fanfic (whatever you want) in my head where Robert and Cersei have one true born child together (so not Cersei’s and Jaime’s kids, they still exist though) and since Cersei kinda sees her as a threat cause she’s the rightful heir she wants her married off as soon as possible; and Robert and her decide that she has to be married of to Robb and the daughter and Robb fall in love, thank you!💕” from @fuckoffupstairs 

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Ship: Robb Stark x Female!Reader

Tags: black of hair got

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Author’s Note: Thank you for this request! Sorry it took so long for me to get to, but once I sat down to write it I just couldn’t stop! My fingers were ready to fall off!

(I do not consent my works to be reposted/copied)

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[arcadeplayer-nickonz]

My fingers are tingling to draw but i am overwhelmed by all the things i want to draw- yep pretty normal there! wanting to draw more Mp100 buuuut.. i just finished Xiaolin Showdown, a show i adored as kid and ngl i wanna do some fanart/redesigns,, hmmm decisions-

[jaz-manixk]

I JUST DREW A WHOLE BUCH OF DIFFERENT HARLEY QUINNS!!

Most of the designs were from the injustice 2 game + the ninja Harley! Ohhh these turned out SO WELL I’m so proud of myself! ❤️😅

[bbyquokka]

How it all began ੈ♡˳

➥ pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

➥ genre: angst, fluff, smut. MDNI

➥ synopsis: You moved away from home, wanting to have a better life for yourself. Soon, you found yourself in the arms of Changbin. Was it fate or pure coincidence?

➥ warnings: Alt!Changbin, smut, protected sex, fingering, clit play, blowjob, throat-fucking, deep-throating, cum eating, cum down throat, one-night stand, explicit language, mentions of a controlling mother, dysfunctional family, violence [mentioned no description], blood [mentioned no descriptions], grinding, rutting, weed smoking, pet names [doll, babe] - lmk if i missed any!

➥ words: 6k

➥ a/n: i thought this could be a prelude to sex is better when it's messy ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙♡︎ ofc, you dont have to read this to understand it all, they both make sense on their own [i hope] + im still obsessed with the fanart & the idea of alternative Changbin. i've also thought of a small series i will be working on that involves all members - so hopefully y'all will be excited for it. 🥰

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

➥ m.list – ➥ you can also read it on my ao3

"Fuck, Changbin." You panted. Changbin groaned above his, his hips slapping against your own.

"You feel amazing around my cock. You're swallowing me." Changbin grunted. You were situated on your back, legs open as Changbin drove his thick cock deep inside your cunt. He grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them against your chest.

Your hips lifted off the sheets. The new position made it easier to sink his cock deeper in you, his tip hitting your g-spot. Your body tingled with pleasure, mouth agape. You looked at the sweaty man above you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"C-Changbin." You whimpered. His cock rubbing the sides of your wet walls, your toes curling as pleasure consumed your body. Your hair fanned out on Changbin's bedsheets, your body jolted with each thrust as your breasts bounced in perfect synch.

Groans and grunts left Changbin's lips, his eyes squeezed shut as he pounded into you ruthlessly. His bed knocked against the wall causing disturbance to the neighbours. It was too late to care – they had probably heard your moans at this point.

Changbin looked down at your sweaty figure, a groan leaving his lips. He gently let go of your legs, letting them fall to his side. He lent over you, his tattooed arms resting against your head as he came into eye contact with you.

"Gosh, you feel amazing (Y/N) So wet and warm." He growled

"You feel so good too. I feel so full. It's so much, possibly too much." You whimpered. Changbin leant down, his lips connecting with yours in a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. The cold metal of his lip ring was a stark contrast against your warm lips. The taste of alcohol heavy on both tongues.

You felt the knot tightening in your stomach. Changbin felt your cunt tightening around his length. He felt his own balls becoming tight, his ability to keep up the momentum faltering.

"Cum." You barely whispered. Changbin hummed, nodding in agreement.

"Same." His words muffled against your lips, strained as he tried to keep the momentum going.

A few more powerful thrusts and your orgasm washed over you. You clenched around Changbin, holding him in a vice grip. Changbin let out a delicious moan, movements stopping as he squeezed his eyes shut and emptied himself in the condom.

He shallowly thrusted to help ride out both highs. You hummed softly, pushing Changbin's sweaty hair back as he opened his eyes, coming down from his high.

His cock turning soft inside you indicated for him to pull out – which he did. You sat up as Changbin took off the condom, tied it and threw it in the trash. You stood off the bed, body slick with sweat and an ache in your back and legs. Your inner thighs and pussy soaked with your juices as you felt sore.

You grabbed your clothes, going to put them back on. Changbin looked over at you, eyebrow raised

"What are you doing?" You looked at him, confused as you blinked

"Isn't this the part of the one night stand where you tell me to leave?" You questioned, your clothing bundled in your hands.

"I know we just met and all, but I'm not an asshole. It's 2am and the weather is pretty bad."

"Well, what do I do..?" You mumbled

"Stay the night. I'd drive you home but we've been drinking. You can sleep in my bed and I'll take the sofa."

"No. It's okay. It's your home so I'll take the sofa." You smiled. Changbin shook his head.

"No, I will. You're a guest." You pouted.

"I will sleep on the sofa, you sleep in the bed."

"How about we both just sleep in my bed." Changbin laughed as you giggled.

"That's one way to solve it." Changbin smiled at you softly, ruffling your sweaty hair. "Uh, is it okay if I get cleaned up?"

"Oh! absolutely. Bathroom is just down the hall. Feel free to take a shower if anything. You can use my products. Spare towels are in the spare cupboard." Changbin spoke as he walked to his drawers.

"Here." He handed you one of his t-shirts and underwear. He blushed lightly as your cheeks turned pink. "Sorry, I don't keep panties in my drawers so–"

"Ah, N-No. It's okay. It'll do for the night, thank you." You whispered shyly, taking his clothing from his hand.

"Are you always like this?" You asked, looking up at Changbin as he was playing with his lip ring.

"Like what?"

"Well, it's not everyday a one night stand is so–" You paused, thinking of the right word to use "considerate."

"Only to people I find adorable, doll." Changbin winked. Your heart fluttered as heat rushed to your cheeks. Changbin leaned in, pressing his lips against your gently. You hummed, moving your lips against his to encourage him.

He grabbed your hips, pulling your naked body flush against his own. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clothing still in hand. The kiss turned from sweet and innocent to sensual and needy in seconds.

You let go of Changbin's clothing, tangling your fingers into his hair as you parted your lips for him. Your tongues came into contact with one another, battling for dominance.

Naturally, you lost. You melted into the kiss. You didn't understand. You've only just met. He's supposed to be a one night stand. Why is he being so nice to you? Why is your heart fluttering? Why do you want more of him?

You felt Changbin's cock slowly getting hard against your thigh. You hummed as he held you as close to him as possible. The kiss soon turned sloppy, Changbin slowly melting into the kiss – into you.

You pushed Changbin up against the wall. A soft groan escaped his lips as his back came into contact with the cold wall. You pulled away slowly, looking him in the eyes as you slowly lowered yourself down to your knees. Your hands grazed over his toned chest and abs, Changbin biting his lip gently as he watched you.

"Doll, you don't have to." He whispered. You licked your lips, saliva accumulating in your mouth as you become eye level with his now hard cock.

"Shut up, Binnie. Let me." You demanded. Changbin shivered at your words, swallowing a little.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. You pressed your tongue flat against his tip, humming as the salty taste of pre-cum accumulated on your taste buds. Changbin shivered, clearly still sensitive from his earlier orgasm.

"D-Doll." He whimpered. You looked up at him through your lashes, the tip of your tongue flicking over his sensitive tip.

"Awe. Is Binnie sensitive, can you not handle it?" You cooed, challenging him. Changbin raised a brow.

"Of course I can take it, doll. You just don't know me that well yet." Changbin winked.

"You're right, I don't. After all, we did meet at a bar and now here I am, on my knees for you after you spent hours fucking my pussy. Clearly, I want more of you Binnie."

"I want more of you too (Y/N). I think I'm addicted to you." Changbin groaned mid sentence as you wrapped your lips around his cock. You took half his length in your warm mouth, bobbing your head instantly as your hand stroked what you didn't reach.

You rotated your wrist whilst using your free hand to cup and massage his balls. Changbin groaned, head tilted to the side as he watched. His fingers burying themselves in your messy hair.

You hummed around his cock, hollowing out your cheeks with his cock as your tongue swirled over the sides and tip. A pool of spit accumulated in your mouth. You pulled away, swallowing your saliva before putting him back in your mouth.

This time, you took all his length. His cock reaching down your throat, gag reflexes threatening to activate. Your nose touched the pit of his stomach.

"Ho-holy shit." Changbin spoke, his words strained. You grabbed onto his thighs, nails digging into his skin as you bobbed your head back and forth. His cock stroking your mouth and throat.

Soft pants left Changbin's lips, his chest rising up and down slowly. He grabbed the sides of your head as he looked down at you, biting his lip softly.

"C-Can I?" He stuttered, feeling shy as a red blush made its way to his cheeks and tips of his ears. You hummed giving him permission. "I'll be careful. Just, pinch my thigh if it's too much, okay?"

You hummed again, closing your eyes. Changbin's hips started off slow and steady, careful not to hurt you. It was sweet of him to be careful however, he just spent the last hours fucking you hard that your muscles are screaming at you.

You looked up at him, humming and furrowing your brows. "Faster?"

You put a thumb up before placing your hand back on his thighs. His movements picked up in power and speed. His cock hitting the back of your throat constantly. He soon started to lose himself in the pleasure that your mouth provided him.

Saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth, spilling down your chin. His thrusts got powerful, tears spilling down your cheeks. You struggled to take in breaths, feeling a little light headed from the lack of oxygen – but it felt so good.

Your mouth felt good, too good. Your body tingled with each rub of his cock against your throat and tongue. Your pussy clenching around nothing, clit throbbing and dying to be touched.

Changbin's head was flopped to the side, his grip on your head, tight. Pants and groans left his mouth as his body got covered in a thin layer of sweat again.

"F-Fuck. Your mouth feels so good around my cock. I want to cum down your throat. Can I? Oh please, can I doll?" Changbin begged. You hummed, his cock twitching inside your mouth when you agreed to it.

Changbin's thighs were visibly tensing, feeling rock solid against your hands, his abs tensing as he struggled to gain composure. A string of profanities left his mouth as his hips stayed stationery. His cock twitched as he emptied himself down your throat. You hummed at the feeling of the sticky, warm liquid coating your throat.

You gave a few more sucks before his cock went soft in your mouth, indicating he was calm. You pulled away, swallowing your saliva and the remains of his cum. You stood as changbin ran his thumb across your swollen bottom lip, collecting your drool.

"At first sight, you look innocent. But my god, you are far from it. Like butter wouldn't melt." You purred at his words, pressing your naked body against his, your breasts squished against his chest. You took his hand gently, guiding it down your body to your cunt. Changbin cupped it, feeling your slick.

"You got this wet from sucking some cock, huh? You really are a filthy girl. Maybe I should take care of you seeing as you took care of me so well, doll."

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"So, why did you move here?" Changbin asked. You were both in Changbin's bed, relaxing and winding down after tonight's events. Changbin took care of you in the shower, fucking you again for the second time that night.

After you both finished indulging in one another, Changbin helped you wash. He let you lean on him as you washed your face, helping you wash your body and hair. He helped you out of the shower and with drying your hair.

After you got dressed in Changbin's t-shirt and boxer shorts, you both flopped down in bed. You turned to your side to look at him. Changbin lay on his back, arms behind his head as the sheets covered his lower half. His muscles are on full display. His perfectly toned abs from his biceps flexing every now and then – you'd pounce on him again if you weren't so sore.

"To get away from my family." Changbin looked at you, his gaze soft.

"Bad relationship?"

"You could say that. My mother tried to control my life and, even though my father didn't agree with my mother, he didn't stand up for me." Changbin nodded slowly before sitting up in bed and grabbing a box.

"Uh, hope you don't mind but I'm going to roll a joint. I can smoke it outside on the balcony if it bothers you too much."

"Don't be silly. It's your home, do as you please." You smiled softly, watching Changbin make a joint. He brung the paper to his lips, licking the glue before sticking it down.

"Have you ever smoked one?" Changbin asked, aware of your gaze. You shook your head no, sitting up.

"Is it good?" Changbin chuckled softly as he grabbed a lighter and ashtray.

"It's different for everyone, doll. For me, it's relaxing and makes me hungry. It's not as bad as what people think. There are harsher drugs out there, that's for sure."

"My mother would kill me." You mumbled

"Why?" The joint resting between Changbin's fingers.

"For starters, I'm hanging out with someone like you." Changbin raised his brows at you "Not in a bad way! I mean, well, to me , but to her she–" You spluttered feeling embarrassed. Changbin laughed, ruffling your hair.

"Don't worry doll. I get it. It's the way I look, isn't it?"

"Yeah.." You whispered. "She thinks the worst. She's always been like that though. Always controlling who I can and cannot be friends with. She even picked what I studied in college. I wanted to do art but noooo. Mother says I have to do something else, so I purposefully failed."

Changbin nodded, listening to you as he brung the joint to his lips. He rested it on his bottom lip before lightening it.

"You know, she ever lost me my job."

"How?" Changbin took a drag from his joint, holding his breath to allow the drug to soak into his bloodstream before blowing out the smoke in a cloud.

"She called up the tattoo shop and complained. She pretended to be someone who recently got tattooed by me and claimed they got an infection. Naturally, the shop took the claim seriously so I lost my job because of it."

"Holy shit! What a bitch! And what about your father? Did he not have a say in all this?"

"No. Even when he disagreed with my mother, he never stood up for me, which feels even worse. I felt so trapped in that house. I felt like I had to stay because they're my parents. My mother always wanted me to be prim and posh. She'd always judge people who don't fit in with societal norms. That's why she hated my old job. She just failed to see that her own friends are the most judgemental people I have ever met."

"It's a good thing you're away from her then. Now you can live your own life at your own pace. Do what you want." You nodded, smiling softly at Changbin

"Yeah."

"You mentioned you used to work as a tattooist, right?"

"Yeah. I did tattoos and piercings, mainly tattoos though. I've been handing in my portfolio and CV since I came here but nothing." You sighed, feeling defeated.

"I run a tattoo shop." You looked up, feeling hopeful. "Me and my friends. We all run it together. We've known each other for years so we're pretty close to each other."

"W-Would you take me?"

"If your portfolio is good enough, possibly. What art styles do you specialize in?"

"I can do anything but my main squeeze is anime."

"Ah. So the same as Jisung expected he mainly does hentai work." Changbin chuckled softly. "Stop by at the store when you get a chance to. Just tell them Changbin sent you and show them your works. They're nice people so don't be scared." He winked, causing you to blush.

"Thank you, Binnie. Truly, thank you!"

"No problem doll. And I like the nickname." Changbin winked at you again before smoking his joint.

"I hope the nickname is okay." You mumbled

"Of course it is doll. I love it, it's cute. Just like you."

"Oh Hush, you don't even know me that well to call me cute."

"True but I know that you look so cute below me, twisting and turning as cute moans leave your filthy mouth." You crawled to Changbin, kneeling in between his legs.

You took the joint from his fingers before taking a long drag of it yourself. You felt the drug calming you down, relaxing you of any worries. Your mind became clear for the first time in years. All that matters to you was that it was just you and Changbin at this very moment.

"You love it though, Binnie. You love watching and hearing me. I could see that from the way you groaned, how your hips smacked against mine. You lost yourself in this pussy Binnie." You leaned in close, pressing your chest against his as your breath fanned against the shell of his ear "And you do it all over again, would you?" You whispered.

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"This must be it." You mumbled to yourself. Your eyes flickered from your phone screen, which held a digital map, to the shop you were standing in front of. Changbin gave you directions to his shop before you left to go home the next morning, as well as giving you his contact details – just in case you got lost, of course

The shop is called ''Stray Kids' designed in a graphite, spray paint design. You put your phone away, taking a deep breath as you clutched your portfolio. You stepped inside the store, the bell chiming to indicate staff members someone has walked inside.

You walked up to the counter, placing your portfolio down as you looked around the shop. It was your standard tattoo-piercing shop. Photos and drawings of clients tattoos up on the wall, glass cabinets decorated with piercing jewellery, chairs for clients to sit and wait. In the background, you could hear the faint sound of a tattoo needle being used and some pop-punk music.

"Oh! Hello darling!" A male walked from the back room, you assumed it was the staff room. He stood behind the counter, smiling warmly at you. Brown, long hair that was tied half up, half down, a smile so bright the sun was jealous. His eyes lined with black liner, ears decorated with piercings with a few small tattoos dotted on his arms. However, you couldn't help but notice those beautiful freckles that adorned his skin.

"Fairy." You whispered out loud.

"Excuse me?" His voice deep and velvety, like chocolate

"Ah!" You blushed a deep red, realizing you voice your thoughts "It's just, you remind me of a fairy. You look so beautiful and dainty." You mumbled, feeling shy and nervous. You hoped he didn't take it the wrong way, after all, you did just call a stranger a 'fairy.'

To your relief, the man laughed softly. His eyes crinkling at the corners, teeth on full display.

"Well, thank you very much! I've never been called a fairy before, so I appreciate it."

"Oh thank god. I was worried for a sec that you would take offense to it."

"Not at all! Now, what can I do for you?"

"Uh, I was told to come here. Changbin sent me."

"Changbin?!" Another male spoke, head poking out of the doorway out back. He walked to the man you were speaking with, his eyes flickering up and down as he checked you out.

He too, also had tattoos but no piercings. His nails decorated in black ink, hair parted in the middle, covering his eyes slightly as it was coloured a mousy-brown.

"Looks like our Changbin has a lady friend." He sang "What do you think, Felix?" He looked up at the man, who's name you now learnt, who simply rolled his eyes.

"I think he was just being nice and giving this lady an opportunity, Jisung." Felix spoke as Jisung pouted.

"Nah! Changbin just doesn't randomly bring people to the shop unless he's a seeing them or b he sees some sort of talent and I think, seeing how pretty she is, he is seeing her." Jisung winked at you, making you blush a light pink.

"Are you flirting with the clients again, Jisung?" Another male walked behind him, ruffling his hair.

"Just being friendly Minho. That's all." Minho hummed softly, grabbing something from behind the counter.

"Well don't. We all know no one can keep you in line like I can, Jisung." Minho winked at Jisung who instantly flushed red.

"Lino!" Jisung whined after Minho, following him like a list puppy. You laughed softly to yourself, feeling like you just watched a rom-com. Felix sighed before clearing his throat and looking at you.

"So sorry about that. We're all just very close around here. We've all know each other for years." You smiled and shook your head slowly.

"No no. It's okay. It was nice to see you all being so close to one another. You can tell you all have a close bond with each other." Felix smiled softly, appreciating your compliment towards him and his friends. "Anyways, is Changbin around?"

"He is. I will go get him for you!"

"Thank you." You smiled, watching Felix disappear into the staff room. You leant against the counter, looking at the various jewellery. You pondered on whether you should get one or not.

You was so lost in thought, you didn't see or hear Felix and Changbin appear. A clear of the throat caused you too look up, melting at the sight of Changbin.

It had only been a few weeks since your last interaction with each other, however, your mind was consumed with him. You wanted to see him again, indulge in him. Your thoughts consume your mind, making you pleasure yourself on a daily basis. It wasn't enough though, no matter how many times or what you used to pleasure yourself, it wasn't enough.

You needed Changbin. Changbin had changed your body, for better or for worse.

"Hey! Nice to see you again, doll!"

"U-Uh yeah, nice to see you too, Binnie." Changbin smiled at the nickname, walking close to you. The smell of his aftershave hit your nostrils, making you melt on the spot.

"So, I've decided that I'm going to give you the job." Your eyes widened, excitement bubbling in your stomach.

"Really?!"

"Absolutely. It'd be dumb of me not to. You're a talented artist and we need more people like you."

"Oh my god, thank you!"

"No problem, doll. Now come on, we have paperwork to fill out and I have to show you the ropes."

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A few months had passed since then. You learnt that there were eight of them in total. All of them are very close to one another. At first, you felt like an outsider. You didn't understand the inside jokes they shared or the memories they would talk about, after all, you and Changbin only met by pure coincidence at the bar that night.

However, Changbin made sure to include you in the talks and activities. He didn't want you to feel left out which you appreciated greatly. Changbin trained you under his watchful eye, impressed at your skills and knowledge. You soon became closer to each other, getting to know more of him as the days passed.

You told him more about your dysfunctional family, finding comfort in him. He'd often hug you tight, kiss your forehead and tell you it's all okay. Some days, when you didn't feel like talking, you would take all your frustration out on Changbin in the form of sex.

You two became pretty active in the sex department. Both glued to each other, unable to part for at least five seconds. Soon, it became a ritual for you to stop by his place after work and indulge in one another.

The more you saw and indulged, the more your feelings became apparent. This wasn't just some 'friends with benefits' situation to you. You could feel yourself falling for Changbin. However, you were too scared to voice your feelings to him.

You have overheard Felix and Jisung claiming that Changbin isn't looking for love right now, so you decided to wait – wait until the time is right, then maybe you would have the courage to tell him how you feel.

However, during your time of waiting, you accidentally overheard Seungmin, Minho and Jeongin talking to one another. You stopped to eavesdrop. You know it is rude but you heard your name and Changbin's in the same sentence. You hoped they would accidently let it slip that he was so madly in love with you but a girl can dream, right?

Your heart shattered, all hope lost when you overheard "(Y/N) is a bit crazy. Changbin told me about her family and wow. That's all I can say. Don't want to go and stick your dick into crazy but I guess that's already too late for him."

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, a lump rising to the back of your throat, making it burn. You blinked back the tears, swallowing down the lump as you went back to work. You felt betrayed, stupid. You confined in Changbin in confidence. You felt like you finally had a friend after all these years, but no. He just thinks you are some crazy person.

You were mad at Changbin. so much so, that you couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. If you did, you'd break down in floods of tears. Memories of all the nights you blissfully spent with each other would flood back to you. You found yourself questioning what you heard. He's such a nice guy, surely he wouldn't say something like that, right?

You soon stopped going to Changbin's place after work. Changbin would question it after a while but you always made some lake excuses. Soon, the boys felt tension between you both. It wasn't fair to them but you couldn't look or stand to be around Changbin, not right now anyways.

Weeks went by. You couldn't bring yourself to talk to Changbin about it. You know it's not fair to leave him questioning this but you couldn't bear the thought of yet another rejection. You've had that your whole life.

It was 22:00. You were ready for bed, eating the last of your snacks and watching the last few minutes of your TV show when your phone rang. You furrowed your brows, looking at the contact. 'Hyunjin 🥟'

"Hello?" You answered, confused as to why Hyunjin was calling you so late at night.

"You have to come down to the shop!" Hyunjin exclaimed, breathlessly.

"What, why?"

"Changbin's been in a fight. It's nothing serious but he's requesting you. He wants to see you, (Y/N)" You shot up from the sofa, throwing on whatever clothing you could find before dashing out to the store. Your heart pounding against your chest, anxiety and worry filling up your being.

So many questions running inside your head. How bad was he hurt? Is it serious? Does he need serious medical attention?" You barged into the shop floor, rushing to the staff room where Changbin was sitting, the members surrounding him.

"(Y/N)" He whispered as soon as he saw you. You scanned his features quickly noticing a busted lip, blood and a black eye slowly forming.

"What the fuck happened?!" You asked him, projecting your question onto the rest of the members. You looked at Chan, who was looking rather sheepish.

"Uh, some dude just randomly started a fight with Changbin.."

"You're lying." You spoke, feeling rage build up inside you. "Tell me the truth, now!"

"Some dude was following a girl home so Changbin beat them up. Wanted to protect her." Chan sputtered out. Your rage subsided instantly after learning that Changbin was just trying to protect someone.

You tilted your head back taking deep breaths in and out again. You looked over at Changbin, who grinned at you sheepishly.

"What were you thinking, Binnie?" You walked towards him, kneeling down between his legs.

"I'm sorry, doll. I didn't like the way they were acting." He mumbled.

"It's okay, let's just get you cleaned up, okay?" Changbin nodded.

As you were cleaning up Changbin, you inspected his wounds, relieved that they were nothing serious. The rest of the members said their goodbyes noticing how you both needed some time to talk and air a few things out.

The silence between you both was thick, words you both wanted to say but didn't know how to. Deciding to take the first step, Changbin placed his hand on your leg gently. Your skin heating up in an instant, making you swallow your saliva.

"I've missed you." You placed the first aid kit down, looking at your lap. You wanted your heart to stop beating so fast and so hard against your chest, but no matter how many times you tried, you couldn't.

All it took was one look. One look and you're mush. One look and everything comes flooding back to you. "I've missed you too." You admitted, weakly.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" Changbin asked, carefully. So many sleepless nights, wondering what he has done to you for you to avoid him suddenly. It happened so quickly too.

"I overheard a conversation. You told everyone about my family and that I'm just a 'crazy person'" You whispered, not daring to look at Changbin because you knew you'd cry in an instant.

"Yes, I told my friends about your family doll because they were curious. They barely knew anything about you so I wanted to fill them in on your background. I'm sorry for doing so. I should have asked you first, it was careless of me. I just wanted to share my friends with you." You looked up at Changbin, his eyes filled with sorrow and love.

"You do? why?"

"Because I care about you, doll." Changbin sighed softly, his fingers running through his curly hair. "These past days being away from you has made me realize that I think I love you. I feel so empty without you. You make me feel things that I didn't even know were possible. I have been at my happiest when I'm with you, doll. As for calling you crazy. I never did, I called your family crazy."

"But Seung–" You stopped yourself, looking down at your lap. Changbin raised a brow, sighing softly. He made a mental note to have a word with Seungmin later, but you're his main priority.

Lifting your chin up with his fingers, you looked in Changbin's eyes. You instantly got lost in them, melting at his touch and gaze.

"Doll. I'm sorry but please, don't avoid me again. It's been too painful for me." He softly whispered, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

"I've missed you too, Binnie. I'm sorry for avoiding you. I was just so scared that it would have been true. I finally found my happiness and I didn't want it to be stripped away from me again. I really love you Changbin. I love you so much that it scares me." Tears fell down your cheeks unexpectedly. Your pent up heartbreak plus Changbin's words caused your floodgates to open up.

You sobbed softly, Changbin cooing and wiping away your tears with his thumb. You kept repeating sorry over and over again, feeling like an idiot for not speaking about it sooner – but your insecurities got the better of you.

"Don't cry, doll. There's nothing to be sad about." Changbin pulled you onto your lap, your legs placed either side of him so you were straddling him. You hiccupped through your sobs, slowly calming yourself down.

"That's my girl." Changbin's praise ran straight down your spine to your core. You whimpered softly, shuffling on his lap. A groan left his lips at the friction.

"Babe, stop." He placed his hands on your hips, stopping your movements. You smirked cheekily leaning in a licking the valley that connects his neck and shoulders together. Changbin shivered, your tongue licking the shell of his ear slowly before sucking on his pierced lobe.

"Binnie." You purred, grinding down on his crotch. "I've missed you Binnie. Take care of me."

"We're at work." He stuttered through his words, hands gripping your hips tightly.

"We're off the clock plus, it's just us." Your lips travelled down to his neck. Soft kisses and sucks planted on the skin, leaving purple bruises.

"Doll, please. Don't tempt me." He whispered, hands sneaking around your waist to cup your ass.

"If you missed me that much, why don't you take care of me, like you always do. Don't you want to hear my sweet, cute moans that you love so much?" You smirked against his skin, feeling his cock grow hard underneath you. "Oh please Binnie, please take care of me!"

You grabbed his hand gently, shoving it down your pants and panties. Changbin groaned as he felt his fingers come in contact with your heat. You rutted in his hand, your clit and lips rubbing against his palm.

You hummed softly, licking your lips as you slowly watched Changbin melt and lose all his rationality before your very eyes. Your slick soon coated the palm of his hand as you rutted faster. Soft moans left your lips as you maintained eye contact.

"I swear to god, you're going to be the death of me doll!" Changbin groaned. Using two fingers, he slid them up and down your slit, coating them in your slick. Pressing his fingers against your clit, he rubbed fast circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, using your slick as lubricant.

You held onto Changbin's shoulders for stability, mouth agape as soft moans left your lips. Your body trembled and tingled with pleasure. You were amazed at how well your body responds to him, even after being apart from each other.

"Fuck, Binnie." You moaned, feeling his fingers circle your entrance before entering you. He pushed his fingers deep inside you, stopping at the knuckles. Your cunt clenching around his fingers, feeling warm and wet as he curled them up against your walls.

"Move Binnie, please." You begged.

"I love it when you beg for me, doll." Changbin growled. He thrusted his fingers inside you the best he could. Pleasure coursed through your veins and into your bloodstream. You felt yourself melting in the palm of Changbin's hand.

The tips of his fingers brushed against your g-spot, making you see stars and feel dizzy with lust. Your cheeks flushed pink, body hot. Changbin was looking at you – watching you. His eyes dark with lust and want. He, too, felt dizzy with lust. The way you felt around his fingers was ecstasy to him and he wanted nothing more than to manhandle you, make you sore enough to not be able to walk.

"Such a beautiful and obedient woman." You purred at his words, lifting your t-shirt up, showing him your bare, exposed breasts.

"Shit." Changbin mumbled. He pulled his fingers out off you, licking them clean before humming as your essence coated his taste buds.

"Be a good girl and strip for me, doll." You nodded, your body going into autopilot. You stripped yourself of your bottom half, looking at Changbin as he raised a brow. "All of it."

You mewled softly, stripping the rest of your clothes off. Changbin pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down, letting them pool by his feet. His hard cock stood proud, tip red and leaking.

Changbin patted his thigh, indicating for you to come to him – which you did. You straddled him as Changbin took your waist and held you flush against his body, his cock rubbing your slit getting it coated in your slick.

"I have missed you so much, doll." He reached between your body's, cock in hand as he pushed his tip inside you. You groaned at the stretch, slowly lowering yourself down on him. You stopped until he bottomed out in you, the feeling of fullness making you whimper softly.

"I have been so needy and greedy for you so don't expect me to be gentle."

[redahlia-writes]

crush with eyeliner. | eddie munson

Summary: applying eyeliner to eddie turns out to be a real challenge

Words: 900ca

Content: f!reader, teasing, suggestive language, flirting, fluff, eddie with eyeliner is a warning in and of itself tbh, canon? i don’t know her

Author’s note: slightly inspired by this lovely fanart (chrissy x eddie), except i just changed it to the singer of corroded coffins, this was written in like 15 minutes with no editing so have mercy

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“Munson, I’m gonna need you to stop squirming.”

Had you known joining the band would cause you so much trouble, you would’ve stuck to the school choir and waited to be out of Hawkins. Now you were stuck with these morons singing in the Corroded Coffins, which you adored, except when they asked a favor from you.

Like in this moment - straddling on Eddie’s thighs on a chair that creaked worryingly under your weights combined, his hair tingling your wrists as you held his face with one hand and tried to apply eyeliner around his eyes.

You went in again when he stopped moving, brow slightly knitted in concentration, and just as you reached the tip of the brush to his eyelids he moved back, shifting underneath you once again. With a frustrated sigh, you let your hands fall to your thighs.

“Seriously, you’re acting like a child,” you huffed, glancing down at your uncovered legs, at his hands resting on your knees. “Should I remind you you asked me to do this?” “Yes, because it looks good on you,” he retorted, matching your annoyance as he looked up at you. “But that thing coming near my eye is terrifying.”

“It won’t kill you,” you reassured, mockingly, lifting one hand back up.

You placed it behind his head, pillowing it as he tilted his chin slightly up, and took a deep breath in before moving the eyeliner up towards his face. He shifted a little, then gripped your thighs just slightly underneath the edge of your shorts, lips pressed in a tight line.

When the tip of the brush touched his eyelid he tried to move back, face scrunching up in a grimace, but you tightened your hand in a fist behind his head, tugging on his hair - he groaned in response, eyes opening to look straight up at you.

“Stop acting like a baby or we’ll never get on stage,” you threatened, voice lowered.

Eddie’s eyes flickered across your face as his lips parted, the lingering smell of cigarette on his lips brushing your skin as he exhaled then ran the tip of his tongue between his lips, a delicate shade of pink coloring his face as he met your gaze once more.

“Have you always been this bossy, babe?” he hummed, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“Yes,” you responded without missing a beat, keeping your hand behind his head and waiting a beat longer before reaching down again. “You like it though,” you added, a grin clearly in your words.

Eddie chuckled, his nose scrunching up - still, you managed to paint your black line over his eyelid. It smudged a bit at the corner of his eye when he squeezed it tighter, and with the tip of your ring finger you smudged it underneath his bottom lashes.

“I do,” he admitted, the tip of his finger brushing underneath the hem of your shorts - his cold rings kissed your skin, making you lock your legs a little tighter around him. “Is it done?”

“Other eye,” you announced, pushing yourself a little closer. The chair creaked again, and Eddie looked up at you.

“I just have one question,” his hands moved, tracing the curve of your hips from over the denim, then up to your sides, eyes flickering down to the neckline of your shirt - a raggedly cut shirt tucked inside your pants, the sleeve holes low enough to show part of your ribcage and the band of your bra.

“What?” his thumb brushed the exposed skin of your sides, and unconsciously you arched your back towards him. A little grin spread on his lips after he wet them again, eyes moving back up to your face.

“Is this a preview of what might happen later on?” he moved his hands underneath your shirt, ripping the sleeves a little further as his thumb followed the shape of the bra, right over the edge of the band. “Say, after the concert?”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you rested your arm over his shoulder, leaning in a little bit - he straightened his back slightly, as if trying to chase you, but stalled as his gaze shifted down towards your grin.

“In your dreams, Munson,” you retorted, and a mocking, theatrical gasp left his lips. “How’d you know?” he asked, eyes shimmering with amusement.

“Stay still,” you warned, moving to finish applying the eyeliner around his eyes.

This time, his hands splayed over your ribs, Eddie obliged more easily, only once trying to move out of your way - and causing a half-wing pulling down from the corner of his eye. You smudged it with the tip of your finger again, making it more or less similar to the other, and shifted back once you were done.

“So? How do I look?” one of his hands left you, reaching up to flick his hair back in a show of vanity as he batted his eyes. “Hot enough to tempt you?” he added, pushing his other hand behind your back, fingers pressed gently against your spine.

“Eh, I’ve seen better,” you said with a shrug, and the unabashed laughter that left him made the chair creak wildly - you gripped his shoulders as it wobbled underneath you, then leaned closer. “You look great, Munson. I’m sure you won’t be going home alone tonight.”

“Is that a promise?” he grinned, and tilted his head to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth. You couldn’t help the little smile that accompanied your eye roll, even as his hand traveled across your skin, warm, calloused palm and cold rings tracing lines over your back.

“Whatever the hell it is the two of you are doing in there, break it up and put your clothes back on!” Gareth yelled from behind the closed door. “We’re going on stage in five.”

[illyaana]

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Tags: Aizawa x Reader, Fluff, Binaural (if you consider shit a curse word then extremely minor amounts of cursing) (like 1 word)

Synopsis: Aizawa just wanted to stay indoors for his birthday with you and only you. (that's it SJSKAJ)

WC: 1031 (I didn't proofread as much as I usually do, so forgive me if there's a lot of mistakes :<)

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“Hey.”

You pressed your lips on his forehead, pulling him closer to your chest. Fingers entangled in his hair, your thumb softly grazed the side of his cheek.

You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he pressed his forehead against your lips. His fingers played with your cotton wool sweater, pressing against the small puffs back into the cream-coloured clothing. His soft breaths met the base of your neck, making your goosebumps rise ever so slightly. Your laughter filled the room the moment you felt his leg hang off yours, swinging slightly.

“Monkey.”

“Your monkey,” he whispered.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. You grabbed the blanket that fell off the bed and slung it over the two of you, encasing the both of you in a new layer of warmth. A small hum of approval left the raven-haired male as he pulled himself closer to you.

“You forgot that today’s your birthday, didn’t you?” You whisper, twirling his long hair.

“No wonder I heard all those notifications in the morning.”

“...and you didn’t reply to any of those messages?” You say as you reach for his phone.

“Don’t you dare,” he groaned as he put your hand back on his head, “Keep playing with my hair - it’s relaxing.”

You cup his cheeks, bringing his face closer to you.

“What’s up with you today?”

“I just want to sleep in - not worry about all those kids and all…”

You pushed yourself down to lay your head against his chest. As if it was instinct, he began to ruffle your hair, making it messier than it was before. You listened to his soft, steady heartbeat. Enveloped in his woodsy, fresh scent, your body instantly relaxed. His left hand began to stroke your back as he lulled you to sleep.

Or at least to.

“I can’t have a day in, Shota; I have things to hand in-”

“Call in sick, please.”

“I can’t.”

“You can - I’ll call your boss so they don’t even need to talk to you; just give me their number.”

“Shota…”

“I’ll call them - just give me their number.”

You sigh in defeat.

“I hate that I can’t say no to you,” you pass your phone to him.

He passed his phone to you, smiling.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to Nezu for me.”

.

.

.

You both sat on the couch with his sleeping bag draped on his shoulder, reaching his legs. His legs were wrapped yours as you sat in between them. He pressed his front on your back, hunching slightly. You felt his long hair press on your neck, reminding you of how long it has grown since you met him a few years back.

“What made you decide to keep your hair long?”

“I don’t really know,” he replied, “I guess I forgot to cut it?”

A snort came from you after hearing his response.

“How are you so lazy yet so hardworking?”

“It’s called having priorities, Y/N.”

“And you definitely weren’t the main reason why I am ‘sick’ today, aren’t you?”

He chuckled as he pulled you closer to him.

“There are days where you can just not care, you know?”

“And today just magically became one of those days?”

“Birthdays are the day to give no shits, Y/N - especially when they’re your partner’s.”

You placed his hands into yours and began playing with them as you enjoyed the comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. You closed your eyes as you enjoyed the warmth he radiated, pressing your head against his shoulder. He soon placed his head atop yours as you both stared at the crackling fireplace in front of the two of you. The smell that wafted from the flames - the crisp, sharp smell of heated air - awoke your senses, making you feel the small tingling sensations that crawled up your arm.

You turned to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist.

You pressed your hands against his cheeks, enjoying the roughness that came from the stubble on his chin to the softness of the apples of his cheeks. He instantly closed his eyes, pressing his face into your two hands. Your thumb slowly grazed his lower lip, feeling every single line and every crevice. You stared at his eyelashes, wondering about how it hid the most beautiful shade of obsidian under those eyelids.

“I love you, Shota. I feel like I don’t say it often, but you mean the world to me.”

He opened his eyes and met your intense gaze.

There it is; your beautiful shade of obsidian.

“I love you too, Y/N. I know my world isn’t safe - every single time I walk out of this little safe haven of ours, I am met by things that threaten my life - but I still want you in it. It’s selfish - I know it is - but you’re the only thing I want to wake up to. I only want you to see me like this - all defenceless and unguarded. I only want you to hold me like this - to cup my cheeks and to hold me so close. I only want to hear your voice when I come back home - the rest of the world can wait for me when I leave the next day.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, your noses meeting each other.

“And I want to be the only one who gets to kiss you - no one else.”

You closed your eyes as he closed the distance between the two of you.

This… this was home.

It wasn’t the walls that were decorated with photos of the two of you.

It wasn’t the memories that flashed before you as you stared at your shared kitchen, the sofa nor the window.

It was the warmth that he - and only he - gave you.

It was comforting; it gave you a sense of security.

It was caring; reminded you of all the times you wasted in his embrace.

His skin, his hair, his eyes, his nose, his lips…

Home is the warmth Aizawa Shota gave you as you love each other unconditionally.

“Happy birthday, Shota.”