#oh I also added some freckles

[jake-is-screaming-in-tune]

this is a redraw of the following screencap I took

[natasha-in-space]

Movie nights in the Choi household often don't go according to plan... Saeran has to deal with being the living pillow of the family

He still doesn't wake anyone up though

Gift for a friend <3

[trashbox-meow]

I drew Freckle on canvas because I saw some laying around while I was listening to old lackadaisy streams

(Both images here are the exact same btw, no need to spot the difference or anything one is just edited a little)

[ethtyn]

LET'S GO OUT WITH A BANG 🚦

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sooooo ermm i guess i get to talk about this piece now YIPPEE

i am one of those people who's constantly trying to figure out what their own art style looks like LMFAO. i take frequent breaks from art due to mental health shit so it feels like every time i come back i'm trying to find my footing again.

that being said, i had a lot of caffeine yesterday and started this on a whim and it ended up being something i'm incredibly proud of. i think it helps that i've been redrawing old emotes for a friend's twitch channel, so figuring out which brushes i like right now was really helpful, and i ended up using my personal emote palette like...a lot. that pink in Etho's eye, the purple used for shading, most of the browns are all used in my own emotes. it's wild how much having colours already picked out streamlines things!

Etho is the one i started with, of course, and ended up being one that i went back to re-draw after i'd done...three? or four? more, because the sizing wasn't right and i wasn't happy with the posing. i still wish i could have conveyed him dipping his chin into his coat fluff a little better, but oh well. i thought of the little detail of him looking at Martyn's drawing at the last second (#ethtyn4life) and it made me laugh so i did it. points to you if you caught that!

Joel was the second - life!Joel has always been fey in my head, especially after that season when he just went batshit insane the second he turned red. can't explain it, that's just how it be. i tried to give him an air of subtle menace about him but i think he just looks sleepy 💀 i'd like to do these as individual, larger pieces at some point, so maybe i can work on that more then.

Grian was the third - he reminds me of a Lost Boy here and that wasn't intentional but the Lost Boys always kind of freaked me out and life!Grian's kinda freaky so i think it fits. his little smirk is so creepy and i love him.

i don't remember who i did next after this so we'll just go in order pfft

Bdubs is SO CUTE look at him. one of the few where i couldn't make a menacing expression work, and honestly with how good his profile turned out i barely mind. i did that side profile with no reference, y'all, idk what kind of crack i was on last night. what the hell. this was about the point where i started wanting to do little lore doodles for everybody so i added the clock face - i think it clashes with the red background but what can you do.

CLEOOOOOO CLEO CLEO. i LOVED drawing them, i think their design is one of my favourites of the bunch. her hair has always been snakes in my head and AGAIN i drew those with no reference, can you fucking believe that. i loved the little detail of some of the snakes poking at the people next to her, they're so cute hehe. also Cleo has freckles now, i'm so sorry but i don't make the rules. someone complimented the teeth in the reblogs and THANK YOU!! they're not quite anatomically correct but fuck it we ball and they look cool as hell anyway.

Martyn is so smug, i love him. points if you caught that he's looking at Cleo bc Double Life, i wanted to do something a lil different with him than just another straight up symmetry tool drawing and i think it fits. he is so eye-searing tho sir please tone it down.

Lizzie is fey just like her husband, and also she is smol. i don't think it's conveyed as well as i'd like here but i also didn't want her to look like a straight-up child so i did what i could. she is So Scary with those vacant blue eyes oh my god. and drawing her hair was sooooo fun i love long hair ahh

with Gem i basically smoothed out a rough design sketch i posted awhile back and i'm so proud of the little head cock she's got going on, she looks so cool. also her hair?? idk how i did that. i love her swoopy bangs so much.

Pearl is moth. Pearl will always be Moth. so she got lil antennae and big buggy eyes. drawing that hood was so satisfying, i used to try and draw Raven Teen Titans in high school and could never get the hood to look right so seeing this one come out perfectly was sooooo good. and of course had to include a teensy moon.

that's all i've got, i think - i feel myself crashing LMFAO. maybe at some point i'll come back and say more but here's this for now!

[lonelysheepling]

Recently read @queenofthequillandink ’s DPxDC crossover fic Unearthed, Reborn

I got inspired to draw character sheets for Danny, Sam, Jason, and Jazz’s vigilante personas. Here’s a link to the author’s drawings of their outfits (these were a vital reference for me when doing this so thank you so much for sharing them Quill) More commentary (like 7+ paragraphs plus 2 images) about this project and the designs below the “keep reading” line.

None of these thoughts I have for each character are in order, but I have a lot of commentary for these since this project was a lot more conceptual than my normal work. I also just like talking about my art/design process. If you ever find yourself wondering at some point why an element from the original design wasn’t included, the answer is that the removal was completely intentional and part of my grandmaster vision for this work and wasn’t because I just forgot about it entirely during the design process.

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Aconite (Sam)

This was the first one I sketched out, I wasn’t even sure at the time if I was going to fully commit to drawing all of them. I thought that Sam was gonna be the hardest since her description was way longer than the others, but then bird boy beat her out. I took a lot of creative liberties with her design, the bag was added bc I couldn’t figure out how to add pockets to the skirt. I was trying to avoid a joker color scheme so I had a lot of ref images that I got by searching like “purple green aesthetic” on Pinterest. The dark purple and dark forest/blueish green won out in the end. I desaturated a lot of my colors for her just to get as far away from the neon Gotham rogue aesthetic. I also added the bdsm harness over the armor to add more punk elements to her design, I know that in real life that would be very uncomfortable to wear over scalemail armor but sometimes we take creative liberties when they look sick as fuck. Also, I didn’t realize until I went to look for a reference for aconite flowers that aconite is wolfsbane! That was neat to learn! Also, the font I used for Aconite is called “zai Art School Calendar 1931”, I’ve used this a few times for other projects, it’s one of my favorite fonts. The ‘zai’ fonts the creator has are all very good.

Shade (Danny)

There wasn't much to add to this page. His outfit is pretty simple (besides the patterning). I wasn’t sure how to pull of an optical illusion pattern but I was reminded how I sometimes get an eyestrain induced headache when looking at someone wearing a patterned shirt with really thin stripes so I just leaned into the idea of a small/detailed hard lined pattern. I originally made 5 separate patterns for him and then turned them into stamp brushes in procreate. I only ended up using three of them, the one on the chest, the one on the legs, and the one on his hand. But, I imagine the patterns fade and shift when he moves, sort of like a lenticular print. I gave him constellation freckles and stylized the hair’s fade into white. The hair was inspired by how time-woods draws Martin Blackwood’s hair (linked: time-woods’s fanart of Martin Blackwood). Also put way too much effort into the teeth on the mask. I just like the chunky teeth design. Oh yeah and the font I used for him is called “Typewriter_Condensed_Demi”

Erinys (Jason)

Repeatedly ran into the issue of not having enough canvas space bc of my fervent need to thoroughly document and plan out how the wings worked. I also reversed the colors for the bodysuit & armor so the under layer was black while the armor plates were red. I only realized afterwards that I may have been inspired by the red centipedes in Rain World (linked: gif of the red centipede, don’t click the link if you’re unsettled/afraid of bugs/insects), artists subconsciously draw inspiration from other artists all the time though so I’m not like upset about it. I stand by it because it looks sick as hell. Also leaned into the magpie theming for the wings. I think the vigilante form was supposed to be reverse magpie coloring? I can’t remember, but I stuck with normal magpie coloring. The anatomy of how the wings connected to the collarbone was inspired by JayEaton’s Magpie Bridge Project. Reference image link. Link to the article the image is from. I didn’t draw the wing armor because I couldn’t figure out how to would work with the wing anatomy and I ran out of canvas space. Finally, the font used for him is “DIN Condensed” this is a default font, I would’ve used something more punk but I needed the text to be legible.

Insight (Jazz)

I did Jazz after I’d already finished the initial trio, so I had to switch to a new canvas for her bc I’d hit the layer limit multiple times on the previous one. I really do love doing that spiked under-eyelash thing with characters. Don’t know when that started. Anyway, I added the shoulder pads to her outfit to help break up the empty space. The golden eyes were a nice accent color since her design is very overwhelmingly green. Honestly the braid hairstyle and gold eyes really do obscure her identity, multiple times when drawing her I was worried that she didn’t really resemble Jazz enough. There wasn’t a drawing from the author for her so I only had the text description to go off of. I just realized that she sort of reminds me of a forest ranger and I don’t know what to do with that realization. I copy/pasted my drawing of her eyes when gold and recolored them to match her normal eye color. There were two layers for that, a hue shift and a hard light layer to emphasize the shadows.

Here’s what it looks like without the hue shift: 

It looks really cool and I’m 100% that color combo in another drawing down the line. Oh yeah and the font used for this sheet was “Euphemia UCAS”. It comes with Apple’s operating system, I use it as a neutral default text most of the time bc it’s nicer than helvetica but not overly fancy like Times New Roman—and why am I talking about fonts. ——————————————————————— Anyway, this project was very fun to work on. The alt text for this was its own endeavor, hope the folks using screen-readers don’t mind 4-5 paragraphs of description text. Also, I cannot remember for the life of me if Dani got a costume description, but if she does I’ll make sure to update this image set with a sheet for her. And to the author, QueenOfTheQuill, if you’re reading this message that I’ve left at the very bottom of this post below a read more line, thank you for the fic. It’s very good and I’m glad I caught it during my slow decent into DPxDC brainrot. I love the interactions between Jason and Tim, it’s nice seeing a revived Jason that’s not bogged down by pit rage. They definitely seem like they could’ve been good friends if not for the unfortunate circumstances that led them to meet in canon. Also, I’m sure Jazz will love interacting with Batman and Nightwing. So much psychological & childhood trauma to unpack with them. Feel free to use/share these images if you so desire and thanks again for your work.

[avanatural]

The Talk

Summary: Jack catches Dean and Y/N while they're being intimate. The Nephilim has a lot of questions about what he witnessed, and Dean takes it upon himself to answer at least the most important ones.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, some humor, 18+

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, mentions of non-con, getting caught during sex

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not proceed if you’re under the age of 18! Thank you to the lovely people who expressed their interest in this particular story. I hope you enjoy! Wanna be added to my Dean Winchester tag list? Send me an ask ���️

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Y/N cried out in ecstasy. Her fingers curled around the headboard, holding on for dear life. Dean was ramming into her at a rapid pace, kneeling behind her. His skin was slapping against hers. Every push was forceful enough to take her breath away.

“How’s that feel?”, he checked in with her, bending forward, folding his body across hers, his lips grazing her cheek. His thrusts slowed down, but their force increased.

“So good,” she panted through the powerful sensations.

“You want me to keep goin’ like that?”

“Oh God, yes…”

She clenched around him, causing him to hiss loudly in pleasure. He could feel his body vibrate as a familiar intense sensation settled in his lower regions.   

Until…

“What are you doing?”

Dean and Y/N tensed violently at the sudden intrusion. Their souls took a leap out of their bodies, prompting them to abruptly still their movements. No one else was supposed to be in the bunker. Their heads snapped towards the open door of Dean’s bedroom.

None other than Lucifer’s son himself, Jack, was standing in the doorway, his hands clasped in front of him, his head tilted to the side. 

“Dammit, Jack!”, Dean roared, swiftly pulling out of Y/N and throwing his cream-colored sheets over her naked body.

Y/N’s eyes were wide, her breathing heavy. She gladly accepted the sheets to cover her body. A scorching heat lit up her cheeks. She felt like she’d just run a marathon, but with a mighty dose of embarrassment tossed into the mix.

“What are you doing?”, the Nephilim repeated, staring at the two hunters with a crease between his innocent eyes.

“Having sex!”, Dean snapped, snatching his pillow from the bed to hide his softening member.

Jack’s lips pursed as he mentally went through his vocabulary to find that particular word. When it didn’t ring a bell, he shook his head. “What does that mean?”

Y/N groaned internally and hid her burning face in her hands. This couldn’t be happening. What the hell was he doing back early? Jack and Sam were supposed to be out.

“It’s what adults do for fun,” Dean snarled, hoping that, by some miracle, Jack was going to take the hint and leave them alone.

Instead, the purest smile spread across Jack’s face. He looked even more interested in the subject now. “I like fun.”

Dean pushed his jaw forward. He was irritated, but he was also embarrassed. Y/N could tell by looking at his flushed freckled cheeks and the reddening tips of his ears. “You remember the talk we had about privacy?”, he demanded.

Lucifer’s son drew his eyebrows together. “Of course.”

“You wanna give us some of that?”, Dean barked, sarcasm dripping from his rough voice.

“Hey, Jack, I was wondering where you headed off to…”, Sam’s voice trailed off as he appeared in the doorframe. He took in the scene before him, quick to avert his gaze and clear his throat. “Jack, uh… Come on, we’ll give them some privacy.” Sam placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder and steered him away from the door.

Dean groaned and let his sweaty forehead drop to Y/N’s shoulder. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered.

“But the door was open,” they could hear Jack protest down the hall.

Y/N sighed deeply, hoping that it would somehow rid her of the uneasiness that tickled her limbs. When Dean lifted his head back up and met her gaze, she was almost amused by the obvious disappointment on his face. Almost. The smile didn’t break through, but her eyes reflected her bashful internal laughter.

“It’s not funny,” Dean grumbled, frowning as he spotted the beginning of the awkward smile on her face.

The mood had definitely been killed.

“Come on…” Y/N gently patted Dean’s bare thigh. “Let’s get dressed. It’s time for lunch, anyway.”

“Dean?”, Jack asked.

The Nephilim, Dean and Sam were sat at the library table, their noses buried in books and newspapers. The earthy scent of paper wafted through the air.

“Hm?”, the older Winchester brother half-heartedly replied, raising his mug to his lips.

“Does… sex… hurt women?”

Sam gave the Nephilim a confused side-glance while Dean audibly gulped down the hot sip of coffee. “What?”

“I think you hurt Y/N,” Jack stated with an accusing tone in his voice.

Sam’s lips transformed into a tight, thin line to prevent him from laughing.

Dean sent a glare his brother’s way. He was not in the mood to give the son of Lucifer ‘the talk.’ “It’s none of your business what I do with Y/N. Capiche?”, he grumped. The hunter’s muscles tightened in his jaw as he took another sip of his coffee.

“But I don’t want you to hurt her.”

“I wasn’t hurting her,” Dean huffed, putting down his mug. He didn’t want to defend himself for what Jack had witnessed, but if someone claimed that he hurt Y/N, and that he hurt her on purpose, the hunter was bound to get offended. “Relax.”

Sam chimed in, showing mercy for his brother. “Jack, Dean would never hurt Y/N. You know that.”

“But it looked like he was.”

Dean sighed grumpily and clasped his hands on the table in front of him. “I was doin’ somethin’ she likes. Okay? That’s rule number one with sex,” he explained, lifting a single finger in the air for emphasis, “You both need to enjoy it.”

“So, it’s possible not to enjoy it?” Jack’s forehead furrowed, causing his brows to move closer together. “I thought adults do it for fun.”

“Yes, it’s possible, but that should never, ever happen,” Dean clarified, “You need to communicate, make sure you’re on the same page.”

Jack’s eyes squinted at the unfamiliar expression. “On… the same page?”

“Yeah. For example…” Dean briefly shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to believe he was actually talking about this to Jack, of all people. “Uh… Y/N told me she doesn’t want me to leave hickeys on her body, so I can’t do that. Even though I’d like to.” At the thought of marking Y/N up as his, he ran his tongue across his lower lip. “I’d really, really like to…,” he muttered to himself dreamily.

Sam scoffed, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. Never in a million years could he have guessed that his older brother was going to give Satan’s son the talk one day.

Meanwhile, Jack nodded, clinging to Dean’s every word. “So, it’s about… permission,” he concluded.

“Exactly,” Dean responded, snapping his fingers and pointing one at Jack. He felt something dangerously close to pride swell in his chest as the boy drew the correct conclusion. “Bottom line is, you can only do what your partner allows you to.”

Jack nodded and let the information sink in for a second. Then, one of his eyebrows rose up and he inquired, “So, Y/N is your… partner?”

The question was a curveball to Dean, whose mouth puckered in reply. He was stunned into stammering, “Uhm, well…”

Curiously, Sam sat up straighter and watched his sibling’s reaction like a hawk.

“Yeah,” Dean said finally, shrugging his wide shoulders, which, to his surprise, suddenly felt a lot lighter.

Jack clasped his own hands on the table, copying Dean’s posture. “Are there any other rules?”

“Yeah. Like protection.” When Jack opened his mouth to ask further questions, Dean silenced him by lifting his pointer finger back in the air. “But I ain’t teachin’ you about that, kid. One lesson at a time.”

Dean got up, empty mug in hand, and headed toward the kitchen. As he entered the hallway, he almost bumped into Y/N, who was standing right there, resting against the wall. She smiled up at him, irises gleaming with joy and a little bit of mischief.  

“What’s gotten you all cheerful?”, he demanded playfully, eyebrows arching.

“Oh, nothing,” she said, grinning at him.

Dean narrowed his eyes at her. But he didn’t get to say another word when Jack’s bewildered voice suddenly rang through the library.

“Sam… What are hickeys?”

When Sam’s groan reached their ears, Dean and Y/N burst into quiet laughter, leaning forward, their heads almost bumping into each other.

That night, Y/N listened to Dean’s calming heartbeat, cuddled up against his torso. He sighed with content when she pressed her lips to his anti-possession tattoo.

“You know… I really liked how you gave Jack the talk today,” she said.

Dean’s chest rumbled with a low chuckle. “So, you were eavesdroppin’.”

“Guilty.” Y/N laughed softly for a second, smiling at the green-eyed hunter who was holding her like she was the most delicate thing in the world. “But seriously... I liked how you taught him about consent.”

His fingers traced an affectionate pattern on her hip. “Well, that's sex 101, isn’t it?”

She nodded against his skin. “It should be.”

Dean slowly brushed his fingertips across her ribs and felt her muscles contract. When he realized she was ticklish, he dragged his fingers along the same spot again. He enjoyed the sweet sounds of laughter that spilled from her mouth. He loved having her in his arms, whether they were having sex or not. She made him feel good. About his life. About himself.

“So… I’m your partner, huh?”, Y/N asked, catching his hand in hers so he would stop tickling her. She proceeded to bite her bottom lip and sneak a peek at Dean’s face while she waited for his response. So far, neither of them had brought up the question of what exactly they were to each other.

At first, she was met with complete and utter silence. That was okay. Truth be told, she had no idea what to expect. She knew they each had their own difficulties when it came to relationships. But she needed to know if Dean had told Jack the truth, or if he’d just called her his partner to appease the young Nephilim.

Then, after a few seconds, Dean gave his silent reply. The way he clenched his arm around her, squeezed her against him, and firmly kissed the crown of her head told her more than words ever could. He then transformed his response into one single word, quietly whispering it into her hair. “Yeah.”

“Hmm,” she hummed and hid her smiling face in the crook of his neck. His embrace was the most comfortable place in the entire world. She felt his chest rise and fall steadily, heard the deep breaths coming from his nose, and shut her eyes. For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt at peace. “Dean?”, she asked after a few minutes, wondering if he was dozing off.

“Hm?”

“I think you still owe me an orgasm or two.”

His sleepy, spiky-haired head rose up the second she finished her sentence. He rolled on top of her body, grinning like a Cheshire cat while she giggled her heart out.

“Just two?”

“Ohh, are we feeling ambitious tonight?”, she chuckled, circling her arms around his neck.

“It’s on, sweetheart,” he rasped, molding his lips against hers in a breathtaking kiss.

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[insomniasdelusion]

Astro with a reader who sleeps a lot!

Reader x Astro

Warning: none, complete and pure fluff!

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•Astro

The moon toon here also tends to sleep a little more than the others! Whenever he finds you curled up in your room, eyes closed, slow breathing, and just snoozing away. He happily climbs into bed to rest with you, wrapping his bottom arms wrapped around your waist, upper arms lacing his hands with yours.

At first in the relationship he was a little too shy, he’d give a small smile, a kiss on your head, and then would walk out.

he always makes sure that you have good dreams, he would never intentionally want to cause you harm! Emotionally or physically.

Although, he would get concerned sometimes- why do you sleep so much..? Are you not getting enough rest? Do you not feel well? Is something wrong? He would want you to be okay, but if you assure him that it’s just how you are and it’s just kinda a cycle of tiredness!

He calms down after that, no longer too worried but sometimes he’ll carefully shake you awake juuuust to make sure. If you wake up and stay awake he’ll apologize, just reassure him that it’s fine and you don’t mind! Maybe cuddles for extra reassurance?

The only downside to you sleeping all day is.. your a giant night owl, up all night doing whatever- and when it hits sunrise you waddle either to your own room to rest or Astro’s room to snuggle up with him to go back to go to sleep.

Now he didn’t realize this until one day he got woken up by the fire alarm with all the other toons because you and Cosmo set the kitchen aflame- you and the swiss roll had sheepishly apologized after some of the others scolding and Shrimpo’s yelling of ‘I HATE FIRE!’.

Astro had asked you why you were up and you explained to him that this was actually when you were usually awake! And you just didn’t want to ruin Astro’s sleep schedule so he could hang out with you.

The blue moon had blinked in surprise, it was sweet but at the same time- he didn’t mind, he’d like to be able to spend more time with you, and if that costed a little bit if his own sleep schedule? Then he guessed that was the price.

Although, he did try and help you get rest a normal time so it could be a little healthier. He’s willing to stay up with you always, but he is also going to be making sure a little more effort of a sleep schedule is put forth!

“Starshine.. what are you doing..?” Astro’s soft barely above a whisper voice called out, tilting his at you as the grip on his blanket around him loosened.

“I’m making a bracelet! Scraps has been teaching me!” You chirped back, excited and lively despite the (real) moon hanging in the sky.

“Oh..? Could I see?” He asks.

“Not yet, it’s a surprise silly” you giggled back.

“A surprise? For who..?” Astro hummed.

Turning around, you waddled closer to your boyfriend, you had put the last finishing touches on it. It was a pretty beaded bracelet with a mix of blues and purples, as well as the occasional pale yellow bead added with a moon charm that had a hanging heart attached!

“For you! I had asked scraps to teach me how to make bracelets so I could make you one..” you squeaked, bashful. Holding the bracelet out to him so he could take it.

He blinks in surprise.. you made this for.. him? His cheeks heated into a pretty sapphire blue, making his starry freckles glow softly, he looked like he had the night sky on his cheeks! It made you melt slightly inside, your own face feeling hot and your heart beating faster at how star-struck he looked.

“You.. made this? ..for me?” He whispered, carefully taking the beaded bracelet holding it like it was glass instead or plastic. He looked down at it taking every detail in, his tails wagging much like a dog’s would but that was a really rare sight for him!

“Well.. yeah! It’s to let you know how much I love you! And even though I sleep a lot that doesn’t mean your any less important to me, I love you so much I’d be fine if the sun never came out again if it means I get to keep you here with me!” You tell him, it was a little cheesy yes.. but it was how you felt!

“..I love you to starlight..” he whispered back, gently slipping the bracelet on and walking towards you to embrace you tightly, he smelled like vanilla and he oddly cool to the touch but you wouldn’t have it any other way as you wrapped your arms around him as well.

“I love you Astro.”

“I’ll love you forever my moonlight.. until the stars stop shining and even more after that..” he whispered back, gently squeezing you as he burst his face into your head.

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This was a little self indulgent- I do love the moon boy a lot tho <33

[alesbianperson]

loser!ellie williams x loser!reader

summary: You're down bad for intelligent people (Ellie yapping about smart things)

warnings: both reader and Ellie are huge simps for each other tbh, like one swearword, my writing probs

authors note: here I am again after half a fucking year woah idk i got this idea randomly in the middle of class cause I'm such a sucker for people who say smart things also idk if the facts that are stated in this oneshot are 100% true I've done research but I have legit no clue how the universe works so heres that lmao

also here daily click for everyone

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"I hope everyone did their homework. We'll need it for the following group project."

"Shit!" You heard your best friend hiss at todays greeting of Mrs Thomson, your english teacher. She then leaned over her desk towards you. "Did you, by any chance, do the homework?"

"Yeah, I did. Just hope we get sorted into the same group." You chuckled, looking back at your teacher as she kept talking. "Everyone will find a card with a certain symbol on it on their desk," she further explained the group project. You looked at the card on the right side of your table, wondering how you didn't notice it sooner. "Everyone with the same symbol then gets together and works with the sheets I'll hand out."

Right as she finished her introduction, you took the card on your desk and turned it around. A big, self drawn, blue star was on the other side. Quickly, you turned to your left, where your best friend sat and held up your card. She suddenly smiled and proudly held up her own card, a blue star drawn on it as well, and quickly made her way over to you. "The luck is on my side!" She squealed, stretching the last i. You just laughed off her dramatic character.

A tap on your shoulder made you turn around, locking eyes with beautiful green ones. You smiled at the girl in front of you, and she returned it, which brought out her cute dimples. A few strands of her auburn hair, which she had tucked back in a lower bun, framed her face perfectly and contrasted those beautifully drawn freckles on and all around her nose.

Ellie Williams.

The girl you've shared the same class with since elementary school. A talented guitar player with straight a's in all science subjects. You never really had anything to do with her, though. Except maybe some small school projects or homework comparison. Therefore, you two also weren't friends.

She held up her arm, exposing various little doodles and drawn symbols on her hand and arm by her fallen down sleeve. From little stars and planets over to abstract patterns, everything scribbled with a black pen. Too focused on that: you didn't even wonder why she held up her arm until your best friend slid a third chair to your desk. Only then did you see the card in her hand with the same star drawn on it as on yours.

The very same moment, Mrs. Thompson came around, handing out the worksheet that was needed. You took it from her, smiling as a 'thank you' and read the first few instructions. "Why are we always doing such unnecessary tasks? We don't even have to be in groups for that." You rolled your eyes annoyed as you told your best friend, handing her the sheet. She skipped over it as well, then handed it over to Ellie. "Fuckin' stupid." She added.

"It won't take that long, though." Ellie started participating in the conversation, "if we hurry, we'll have a longer break." You both nodded, agreeing with her statement. But as you looked over the tasks again, a sigh left your lungs, and with as little motivation as possible, you pulled out your block for notes. A pen already in her hand, your friend copied your move, but making no effort to do any of it.

You just turned towards her, trying to hold the conversation unnoticed by Mrs. Thompson. "Oh my God, yesterday my dad was searching for some key he had lost, but instead found a few old photos from him and his friends when they went stargazing as teenagers!" You loved space, and the photos that were shown to you yesterday by your dad were breathtaking. The original plan was to take them to school, but you unfortunately left them at home, lying on your desk. Of course, you had to promise your friend to at least send a photo of the pictures this evening so she could see them as well.

With a new topic to talk about, the task was long forgotten. Ellie instead decided to blend out your conversation and began working on the few questions regarding the previous homework. They were easy, to say the least, probably again some excuse for Mrs Thompson to see who did something at home and who did nothing, just to grade the homework higher than she could. Ellie didn't really mind, though, because even though English has never really been her strength in school, Mrs Thompson made it really easy to get acceptable grades with just a bit of diligence.

"Ellie?" Your voice made her eyes look up from her work, looking at you expectingly. "We need a third opinion," you continued, as you gave your best friend a triumphant look. "You do know a lot about planets, right?" Ellies nod answered your question, so you went ahead. "If you could rank the planets in our solar system, which categories would you compare to decide on the coolest planet?" Ellie smiled slightly at the question you just threw in the room. With the summary of Shakespeares 'Romeo and Juliet', which they had as homework, still half in mind, she needed a few seconds before actually thinking about a possible answer she could give.

Always when admiring those planets, the first thing that came to her mind were the different characteristics that made each planet so individual. All the different sizes, colours, and features, and none of them would be able to exist without the Sun.

As you noticed, she wasn't gonna answer right away, you just began elaborating on your idea that your best friend declined to Ellie. "If I'd have to rank the coolest planets, I'd definitely rank the ones high that have cool features such as many moons or something. What should not be a main category," you jokingly glared at your best friend as you emphasised the negation,"is the colour of a planet." She just rolled her eyes at your comment.

"Actually," Ellie cut in, "I think the colours are just as interesting as the rest. It resembles the structure and material of the planet, which gives it such cool features in the first place." Her answer impressed you. How could her words make so much sense? A slight warmth in your belly caught your attention, which you just swallowed further down. "But I get your point." She added afterwards.

The confident smirk you sent towards your best friend because of Ellies approval brought up the corners of her mouth slightly.

"It still is soo much cooler to say 'did you know, jupiter was supposed to be a star' instead of, I don't know, 'neptun is blue woah'" You explained your argument again. This time, Ellies eyebrows wrinkled slightly before she voiced her objection.

"Actually, jupiter isn't a failed star. It falsely has the name because it was born from the same cloud of molecular gas that gave birth to the Sun. But without the Sun, Jupiter wouldn't even be able to exist. It was never even close to growing massive enough to become a star as well. It would need about 16 times the mass it already has to even be rightfully considered a failed star.."

As Ellie realized what she said, blush slightly reddened her cheeks. "Sorry, that was not the point you were making.." she added and then quickly looked down at her finished task and pretended to read it over again. You didn't know why, but something about her answer made your stomach flutter, so you just stared at her starstruck, not having any intention of stopping soon. If your eyes could turn into blinking hearts, they would've done so already.

You knew that girl was a nerd and knew a lot. Especially about astronomy (she may or may not have held a presentation about the milkyway, because she thought your teacher didn't do that topic enough justice) but what you didn't know is how such an answer could have such an effect on you. You looked down at your poorly written notes to distract yourself from your current thoughts.

God, you were fucked.

[im-ovulating]

can i request a yandere izuku x fem reader where he sees her talking to another guy so later in bed he gets realllly possessive

(A/n: Kinktober Day 12/15! 3 more daysssss!!!!! I haven't really dabbled in writing yandere content, so forgive me if it's not the best. Also, it wasn't specified if you wanted a soft or traditional yandere, so I went traditional, hence the warnings. If it is too much for you, Anon, I apologize. Just let me know and I will rewrite it as soft yandere.)

This fic got really dark, really fast. If you are uncomfortable reading about nonconsensual acts and rape (as is commonplace within the yandere scene), this is your first warning. If you read the official warnings below, continue to the story and then get triggered, that is on you, not on me. There is ample warning and a cut-off that you have to click on in order to access the story to keep accidental triggers from happening. Know your limits and curate your own internet experience. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Word Count: 2,956

Summary- Why are you talking to him? Is Izuku not enough? He'll show you he's enough... more than enough.

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Stalking, Izuku Tries to Baby Trap Reader, Possessiveness but Not in A Cute Way, Non-Con and, Once Again- Read At Your Own Risk!!

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Izuku Midoriya x Fem! Reader: His

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Izuku sits in the same café chair as usual. His eyes flicker up from his laptop screen, his gaze scanning the coffee shop until it lands on you behind the counter. You – the reason he keeps throwing dollar after dollar away on overpriced coffee and pastries day after day. He’s become a regular fairly quickly.

As he continues to type asway on his laptop, he can’t help but let his stare linger a bit longer than casual. It’s not causal, though, is it? He’s completely added a new stop in his morning routine simply to stalk a girl. He may front that his laptop is for work, but really, he’s using it to take notes on everything his darling does.

He would use his tried-and-true notebook, but he’s learned that it’s way too easy for someone to snatch and read off of and he doesn’t need anyone finding out about this… transgression.

He smiles to himself as you laugh with one of your coworkers – a short, older woman with the beginnings of greying in her otherwise midnight colored hair, aka, she’s not a threat. He’s too far away to hear your conversation, but seeing the way you tilt your head back with that gorgeous smile and laugh is enough. For now.

You notice the green haired man again - Izuku. It’s no surprise, he comes here every morning for an hour or two, He’s always working on his laptop; your guess is either college student or remote worker.

He’s cute. The freckles that dot his face soften his otherwise imposing frame – you swear he must be well over six feet of pure muscle. He’s always been kind, though, if not a little odd. He tends to stumble over his words and rant a bit whenever you talk to him, but you think it’s sweet, like a schoolyard crush.

Today, he’s stayed a bit longer, his coffee long gone as he keeps typing away. To you’re knowledge he hasn’t ordered anything to eat in the few hours that he’s been here, so you decide to take the opportunity to have an excuse talk to him.

You make your way over to the display case and slip some gloves on. Reaching in, you grab a cinnamon roll and place it on a small plate before rounding the counter and making your way over to his table in the corner.

“On the house,” you smile softly, setting the plate next to his laptop.

When his head snaps up to look at you, his face starts to turn a light red. Now he really looks like a strawberry.

“You’ve been here for a while without eating anything and I’m not having you pass out from low blood sugar while I’m on the clock,” you joke lightly, seeing the slight confusion on his face.

He lightly shakes his head, as if to snap himself out of something, before he returns your smile. “O-oh, thank you! But you didn’t have to-”

"It’s no problem,” you assure him. “If you need anything else, just let me know," you say with a wave of your hand before returning to the counter.

Izuku watches as you get swept back up into your work. The older woman you were laughing with earlier lightly swatting your arm with a grin as she glances over at you. Based on the way turn your face down with a shy grin, he can only assume she asked about him. With amusement written clearly on his face, Izuku takes a bite of the still-warm pastry; it practically melts in his mouth, and he thinks that, just maybe, the café’s pricing isn’t as overpriced as he thinks.

No – 8 bucks for a coffee is insane.

The next morning is more of the same: Go to the café, watch you, document down anything new about you, eventually have to leave and go to work.

Except it’s not the same. It’s not the same at all. There’s a man leaning against the counter talking to you when Izuku walks in. He freezes in place, needing a second to process that he is, in fact, seeing this. That this man, who’s not even worthy enough to exist in the same room as you, thinks that he can flirt with you. And that his darling is entertaining it.

He nearly snaps right then and there when he sees the man reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hands curl into fists at his side, the skin pulling taut and pale over his knuckles. How dare this man lay his hands on what is rightfully his? He can feel the possessiveness swelling inside of his, rearing its ugly head back and urging him to march over there and rip the stranger’s hand off of you.

But he doesn’t. Not yet.

Instead, he simply turns back around and exits the café, already coming up with a plan to get rid of this... nuisance.

Entering your bedroom that night, you don’t notice the figure sitting on your bed, shrouded in the darkness of the room. You don’t bother turning the light on yet; you’ve had a long day, and the light would only serve to worsen your headache. You snag some clothes from your closet and head into the bathroom, wanting to wash the day away.

As you shower, you can’t help but feel like something is off, but you ignore it. Surely, it’s just your mind taking advantage of the stress and making you paranoid.

Stepping back into your room as you brush your hair, you finally turn the light on.

You let out a startled yelp as you see him. Sat on your bed, with a dried red substance that can only be one thing on his hands, is Izuku. His forearms are on his knees as he lifts his head to meet your gaze; there’s more of the smeared color on his cheek.

No amount of freckles can soften the look on his face as he glares at you with sharp, green eyes. “I saw you with that man today…”

“You know,” he says, standing from the bed with a slow, predatory grace. “I thought we had something, darling. I thought you understood that you are mine and mine alone.”

He starts to walk towards you. Every step forward, you meet with a step back, repeating this until you realize with horror that your back has hit the wall.

“I-Izuku…” You stammer out, pressing yourself further into the drywall as if you can disappear into it if you will it hard enough. “What are- what are you doing in my house?”

It’s a stupid question, really. He’s spelled it out for you already, so you can guess, but some twisted part in your mind wants to hear him say it, to confirm the worst-case scenarios swirling around your thoughts.

Your eyes flick down to the blood on his hands. You have a feeling you know who it came from. “What did you do to him?” You ask, horrified.

“You know what I did. At least, you know the very least of what I did." Izuku answers. "He touched what’s mine, so I had to… teach... him that it’s rude to touch what’s not his.” Izuku reaches up to cup your cheek, ignoring your harsh flinch as he steps even closer, so your chests nearly touch. “I made sure that he would never bother us again, my darling.”

“You’re insane…” your voice wavers barely above a whisper as your eyes well with tears.

Izuku’s expression darkens as he hears the fear and desperation in your voice. He free hand grabs your arm, holding you tightly in place as his eyes narrow dangerously.

“Insane?” he seethes, his face mere inches from yours. “I’m not the insane one here, Y/n. You are, for thinking you could just replace me with some worthless stranger.”

He leans in closer, the intensity in his gaze almost overwhelming. “I’ve given you everything, Y/n. My heart, my soul, my entire being. And this is how you repay me?”

The hand on your cheek caresses you with a twisted tenderness. “I did this for you. To protect you. To show you that no one else can have you; that no one else deserves you,” his voice calms to a plead. “I’ve watched you, studied you, spent ungodly amounts of money on that damn shop’s subpar coffee… and it was all to ensure that I could mold myself into the perfect man for you…”

You’re stomach drops as you process what he just said.

All of these months, you thought he was just a really dedicated regular. Now you know… He was stalking you…

You’re thoughts travel back to how much he writes on that laptop of his and your legs nearly give. He’s been taking notes on you, studying you like a fucking lab rat, seeing what makes you tick so he could manipulate you into falling for him. Oh god… you think you’re gonna be sick.

“You’re insane…” You repeat, your voice is barely audible over your own thundering pulse. “We were never together! You’re a stalker- a- a murderer…” Your head feels funny and the room is starting to spin.

“How dare you!” Izuku snarls, his voice low and menacing. “You know nothing about what I do! It’s all for you. For us, you stupid girl!” He yanks you closer, wrapping his arm around you so you can’t get away. “I’m your protector. Your savior. And you’re going to learn to love me the way I love you – even if I have to break you.”

He tangles on hand in your hair, tugging the still-damp strands to force you to tilt your head back. He leans down, capturing your lips in a forceful kiss.

The tears are free flowing down your face now; sobs rip from your chest as you desperately try to get away. He tightens his grip on you, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Now, now, my love, there’s no need for all that,” he murmurs into the kiss. “You know you want this just as much as I do.”

You manage to get an arm free and land a harsh slap to his cheek, hoping the shock will be enough for you to get away.

Izuku’s face contorts in a mixture of shock and rage, but he doesn’t let go of you like you were hoping. Instead, he tightens his hold even more, making it hard to breathe. He starts pulling you to bed, making you really panic.

“No! No- please! Please don’t do this, Izuku, please!” You beg, digging your heels into the floor to no avail.

“You’re going to pay for that, Y/n.” he growls, his voice dripping with menace. “You’re going to learn to respect me, to obey me.”

He tosses you onto the bed, following you down as if it’s his rightful place on top of you. His hands are everywhere, tearing at your clothes, pulling them off to expose your skin. “You’re mine. And I’m going to prove it to you, whether you like it or not.”

He all but rips his belt off and grabs your wrists, binding them to the headboard with the leather. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to cum for me. You’re going to scream my name and you’re going to do it with a smile on your face.” He’s pinning you down, his weight crushing you and his erection pressing against your thigh.

Your fighting continues to remain fruitless. You try to kick him but he easily gathers your legs on one arm, shoving your knees towards your chest as his other hand works on undoing his jeans.

You can’t breathe. Your chest is heaving, desperately trying to drag air into your burning lungs but you can’t. The room is spinning even harder, and you can see black spots starting to dance in your vision. You’re still trying to plead with him, but you can’t hear yourself anymore. There’s just a loud, piercing ringing in your ears.

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He hisses, freeing his cock and lining it up with your entrance. “You wanted to make me jealous so I’d finally snap and take you, didn’t you?”

You barely feel it as you frantically shake your head. “N-no…” you whimper.

With a rough, forceful thrust he fills you. You think you scream out, but you don’t hear it over the ringing in your ears. Your throat feels raw, though, so some sound must’ve come out.

He groans as he hilts, his head dropping to your shoulder as he shifts your legs to wrap around him. He takes a deep breath, and something seems to flip in him. His grip on you loosens just a tad.

“Breathe, darling…” He murmurs. “I need you to breathe…”

You don’t know what caused the switch up, but you know he’s right – you need to breathe. As much as you are terrified for what’s to come, you don’t want to be passed out during it. You want to know every little thing he does to you, so you have that much more to fuel the fires of hatred that are starting to simmer in your chest.

“Breathe with me,” Izuku says, mimicking deep breaths. “two counts in, one out.”

You follow his instructions until you can breathe properly on your own.

“I don’t want to hurt you, love… I just want you to love me the way I love you.” He whispers against your collarbone. “Just give in and I’ll make you feel so good…”

“Fuck you…” you whisper. Now that the ringing has stopped, you can hear how hoarse your voice is from the screaming.

Izuku lets out a long sigh, as if you’re a dog that’s chewed up his shoes one too many times. “We’ll work on that.” He decides.

When he moves, it’s painful. The drag of his cock in your dry cunt creating all the wrong friction. You cry out in discomfort, your legs kicking against the best in a last-ditch effort to get away.

You can feel every slow thrust with excruciating detail.

What’s more horrifying is when you start to feel that friction starts to ease. Each thrust becomes easier and easier as your body betrays you.

The grin that stretches across his face presses into your neck as he peppers it with kisses. “That’s it, give in. I’ll make you feel so, so good darling.”

You shake your head, unable to verbalize anything, too choked with the shame of feeling his cock sliding through your involuntary arousal.

“You just needed to be put in your place, showed who was in charge…” Izuku continues to coo. He lifts up, propping himself up on his forearm as he reaches up to wipe your tears away. “It’s okay to let go. To submit to me…”

He presses a kiss to your lips, this time gentler but still unreciprocated. When he pulls away, he reaches down to rub your clit. The pressure makes your hips kick up into his hand and subsequently into his thrusting. It makes him slam right into your g spot. You cry out in surprise, the pleasured noise echoing through the room to remind you of your downfall.

“Oh, that’s the spot, isn’t it?” Izuku grins again.

"Please... stop..." You sob. He simply pulls you closer by the hips so he can repeatedly guide his cock there again and again. Your wrists pull at the belt, the headboard creaking with the effort, but you’re trapped. Trapped to endure the torture of being violated and of having your body betray you in such a primal manner.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” He pants, thrusting slowly and deep. “You don’t need to answer, I can feel you tightening around me, I know you’re close. I’ve watched you enough to know the signs,” he laughs a little.

“Baby…” he slows into a slow rhythm as he says the word contemplatively. “I like the sound of that…”

He starts up again with renewed vigor. “I think I’m going to fuck a baby into you. Can’t leave me if you’re carrying my child.”

You can’t be bothered to point out how wrong that statement is because you’re too busy spiraling. “No! Nononono- please don’t!” You beg, you’re fight renewing at the thought of being impregnated by your rapist. “Please! Izuku, you can’t do this! You can’t!” you cry out.

“Oh, but I can.” He grunts. “I can, and I will. You’re mine-”

His thumb is still circling your clit and he’s still hammering into you at just the right angle. You can feel your release coming and you’ve never hated the thought of cumming more.

“Please don’t do this-” You try again. “I-I’ll… I’ll do anything! I’ll stop fighting, just please- Please don’t cum inside!”

“Oh, babygirl…” He murmurs, tracing your bottom lip with his finger. “This isn’t a punishment… I would never knock you up as punishment. No… this is an act of love. It’s the start of our family!” His smile is psychotic. As if her truly believes that this is love. That this is anything but assault.

Before you can plead with him more, you are push over the edge, crying out shamefully as you body spasms with tremors. Cutting through the haze of your forced orgasm is the sudden, hot feel of something filling you as Izuku groans out, tipping his head back with gritted teeth as he slams his hips into yours.

It's too late…

When Izuku collapse on top of you, he smiles against your heated skin. His expression a stark contrast to your horrified one. “You’re going to make such a pretty mommy…”

[thirstywoso]

Modern Loneliness - Jessie Fleming (18+)

A/N: just a quick random one to keep people appeased - as per usual it was a rushed job whilst I work on some other stuff :)

W/C: 2.1K

Synopsis: Jessie and yourself find a way to relieve the tensions of a long distance relationship

Warnings: smut mdni 18+, descriptions of sex, breeding link, praise kink, masturbation

You were used to Jessie being away for long periods at a time, that's the way it had always been.

You'd met her one night at a bar after she had won the super league for the first time with Chelsea, you didn't have any interest in soccer and didn't even know who she was. That didn't stop the high of the win and the buzz of the drink in her veins from chatting you up, in fact being oblivious to who she was only made her want you more and you, you loved a girl who was a mystery.

You'd worked in the small exclusive bar that Jessie and her teammates had partied in all night for quite some time, so you were fairly used to having customers flirting over the bar. However, something you weren't as used to was them stood by the back door at 2am after you'd finished locking up for the night.

Looking for someone to help end her night on a high and you deciding a famous soccer player being added to your "bedded" list would be a cool story to tell at parties was what led you to wake up naked the next day in her bed, a mixture of clothes scattered around the room.

What was supposed to be a one night stand turned in to two nights, then three and then four. Before you knew it you and Jessie had moved in together and were celebrating three years together, of course it came with the ups and downs. One of those being her endless away day trips or National camps, you'd coped though, you both did. That was until Jessie had moved to Portland and you were finally thriving in you career that had taken off a year after dating the brunette.

Although you'd managed to get a job in Portland with the same firm, your life in London wasn't quite wrapped up and the Portland office wasn't ready for you just yet. This meant you'd been apart from Jessie for two months, the longest you'd ever gone without curling into her side or kissing her cute little freckled nose.

It also meant you were very frustrated... sexually. That's what led you to tonight, you were kind of tired but it was a Friday night, you'd finished work for the week, Jessie had not long been home from training and she had just finished an early dinner.

You were already in bed as it was one in the morning but as you doom scrolled your frown quickly turned upside down as you saw the picture of Jessie flash up on screen.

"Hey baby" you answer as her sweet little face came into view.

"Hey beautiful!" She says excitedly blowing you a kiss.

You talked about your days and before long you were fidgeting from how restless you were. Jessie being as observant as she is soon noticed this.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked with a hint of concern in her voice, of course you tried to brush her off but she was persistent.

"I just miss you Jess" you whine, looking at the camera pointedly.

"Is that so..." she smirks her voice lowering.

"So bad, my own hands are nothing compared to yours" you say with a sigh.

Suddenly Jessie disappears and you find yourself staring at her ceiling before you hear her scramble for her phone and she comes back into view, only this time she is shirtless.

"Take your top off baby" she says with confidence "let me see those pretty tits" she smiles at you as if butter wouldn't melt.

"Oh" is all you manage to squeak out, seeing Jessie's bare skin even through the phone screen sent a rush of arousal to your centre.

You remove your shirt quickly before appearing back on the screen, an audible gasp coming from the other side of the phone.

"I may not be there to touch you, to fuck you or to make your legs shake as you come apart on my fingers..." she says matter of fact "...but... I can still tell you exactly how I'd touch you if I was there" she smirks

"And I expect you to follow my instructions" she bites her lip looking at you, judging by the movement on the other side of the screen you know exactly where Jessie's free hand has just gone. All you can do is just nod in response.

"Firstly I want you to slide your hand into those sleep shorts I know that you are wearing" she says with a slight laugh. You do as you're told, even though she wasn't there physically, you knew better than to disobey those orders of hers.

Your hand snaked it's way down your toned abdomen and under the waistband of your shorts, tilting the phone down you show Jessie where your hand was now resting on your pelvic bone.

"Good girl" she mutters "Now be even better for me and put those fingers to good use, circle that pretty little clit baby girl" wasting no time the pads of your fingers start by gently swiping across your bundle of nerves and then back again.

Within minutes you're picking up a rhythm in which your fingers switch from gentle circling to a more desperate rub. You look back at your phone screen checking that your brown eyed girl could see exactly what you were doing, her lip tucked between her teeth didn't go unnoticed by you and the gentle shifting of her bicep gave you a clue to exactly how she felt about watching you.

"Oh you look so pretty when you touch yourself" she praises you as you wiggle out of your shorts. "Fuckkk" she groans out seeing your naked form now filling her screen. "Think you can dip those fingers inside for me?" She asks.

You continue to tease and rub your clit, a slight moan or whimper accidentally falling from your lips from time to time. "Don't hold back, let me hear you" she almost whispers in awe as she stares at the screen her own hand rocking back and forth across her heat now also visible on the screen.

You let out a loud guttural moan dignity be damned as two of your fingers slide into your entrance bottoming out at the knuckle and curling into your soft spot. A little more than she had asked for but you couldn't resist the hug of your fingers from your tight walls.

After opening your eyes that you hadn't realised you squeezed shut you tilted the phone back up to look at Jessie, her lip still tucked between her teeth as faint noises of satisfaction filtered through the phone, as you strained to hear them you realised the noise that was drowning out her slight whimpers was the sounds of her fingers curling in and out of her dripping pussy.

"Fuck Jessie, you sound so wet baby" you moan, eyes rolling back as your fingers now copy the speed and motion that Jessie has now showed you her fingers are doing. "All for you" she sighs curling her fingers deeper, the squelch proving just how much she was dripping for you.

"I've missed you so much, I can't wait until I'm there with you" you say swallowing your sadness and instead focus on the task at hand.

"Between your legs, the pad of my thumb circling your clit, two digits on my free hand stroking along your entrance... before pushing into you nice and deep" you pause taking a deep breath.

"You panting as I curl my thick long fingers against your weak spot over and over, hitting nice and deep Jess" she groans and whimpers at your words her fingers speeding up on herself. You can't help but bite your lip as you reach for the toy in your dresser, urging Jessie to do the same. Both back on the bed with your toys begging at your entrance you both talk each other through taking such big toys.

As you stretch around the plastic and watch Jessie do the same you continue talking to her "My lips suckling down on your throbbing clit as I add my third finger, your arousal dripping down my hand and wrist as I hit a delicious angle"

A moan rips from Jessie's throat as you continue, your words dripping with lust "funny Jessie, you told me you'd instruct me but look who is here weak for my words" you let out a sarcastic laugh.

"What can I say, you're so fucking hot" it comes out all breathy and you groan, grinding your hips against the palm of your hand for extra relief.

"As soon as I pull my fingers out I'll replace them with my tongue, lapping at your entrance before fucking you with it, curling deeper and deeper inside of you. Tasting every fucking inch of you whilst you suck my fingers clean" she cries out as brings herself to the edge, just as you think she's about to cum she pulls her toy out and the screen flashes up to her face where she begins sucking on the silicone that only moments ago had been deep inside her.

"Fuck Jessie, I want to taste you so bad" you pant as you slow down to keep your orgasm as bay.

"Not long now, I'll be back in London in two weeks for a friendly" she says removing the toy from her mouth with a pop.

"Not soon enough" you gasp out as you begin circling your clit again.

"I can't wait to be so full of you" she sighs somewhat sadly, to give her thought emphasis she shoved the phallic object in her hand inside her to the hilt again her toes curling.

You copy her actions before fumbling with the base of your toy flicking it to life as you find the right button. The slow vibration of the toy inside you causing you to squeeze your thighs together your walls fluttering as you stretch yourself once again.

"I can't wait to fill you, you will take my cock so well won't you princess? You look so pretty as you stretch yourself around me. Your mouth agape as I pound you closer to an earth shattering orgasm. I want you to feel so full of me and know that I am all yours" you groan almost dropping the phone as you turn up the vibration.

"I want your babies y/n" she says before her eyes shoot open realising what she said as your hand stills momentarily before speeding up. "Oh Jess, that's so fucking hot" you can see the relief wash across her features as she fucks herself harder.

"You want me to fill you baby? You want me to fuck you nice and good? Stretch out that pretty pussy? Watch you take every inch of my cock before I unload in you? Filling you with my babies?" You're so turned on you can't even stop yourself from letting it all out.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" She chants. "I want to watch you swell with my babies. You'd be such a good mumma" you pause "look how wet you're getting, you really are a slutty girl aren't you Jessie" you giggle.

"So wet, I want it bad baby, I know it's not possible, but when I'm back in London I want you to try, try and knock me up"

"There's no harm in trying, I won't stop until you're filled with mini Flemings" you gasp as you flick up to the highest vibration, as you sit up straddling the pillow from Jessie's side of the bed, helping the toy angle up inside you.

It's been so long since you remembered being stretched in such a way, the way you rocked back and forth driving it deeper inside you. Your eyes screwed shut and your lip tucked between your teeth.

You ride the pillow imaging it's Jessie, you watch as she copies you. Both of your hips stuttering back and forth across your pillows as your toys hit the spot you needed each other most. You begin to bounce lightly with ever roll of the hips, the toy hitting you so deep. "You feel how deep that toy is?" You ask Jessie as she nods.

"That's how deep I'll cum inside you" a shriek rips through the phone, you're not sure which one of you it came from as you both fall forwards onto the bed as you orgasms wash over you. You have no energy to lift the phone but neither does Jessie.

The sounds of you both panting is the only noise to fill the air. "Well, that was better than doing it solo" you say with a laugh.

Jessie let's out a sound of approval, too spent to string an actual sentence together.

[desertteagles]

╰───► like it’s our last - e. williams

drabble.

Pairing - bbf!ellie x fem! reader

Synopsis- your brothers back from college and he brings his best friend since childhood back with him. you’ve realized you have a crush on her and sworn you wouldn’t act on it, fearing your brothers disapproval. ellie also has been harboring feelings for you but promised to not make a move per your brothers request.. especially since ellie’s kind of a player.

warnings- no smut this time </3 but little angst ig…, uhhhh idk i think that’s it.. was gonna make this a oneshot (that’s why the punctuation is sorta kinda good) but i decided NAWT to so here !

a/n well um… hi guys ! i’ve been gone for a year my bad chat 😞

U nfortunately, today was the fucking day. Now, usually, you’re happy whenever your brother decides to visit home, but this time he’s bringing an unwanted (very wanted) guest that you’ve been kind of avoiding, in order to not run your big ass mouth.

Ellie was annoying as fuck. That didn’t stop you from developing a crush on her, though, and you hated yourself for it. It was just... she’s so pretty with her stupid green eyes and veiny hands, and her pretty hair that’s always in that fuckass bun, and her... “Wait, what the fuck. Stop thinking about her, oh my god,” you groaned, putting your face in your hands. Unsurprisingly, you could never seem to keep her from getting stuck in your mind. It was a never-ending cycle of “I don’t even like her; she just has a nice face,” to “Why the fuck am I lying? I want her so bad,” battling it out in your head ever since you realized there might be something more than just annoyance toward her because she was your brother's best friend. Which also opens a whole new can of worms that you really don’t have the mental capacity to deal with.

You see, your brother is very, very, very overprotective. It was so bad that you couldn’t even bring up liking celebrities around him, which was absurd, so you had to tell him to back off (he never really did). Ellie, being the player that she is, definitely tried to get your brother's blessing to pursue you back in high school, but he naturally shot her down with a vicious and explicitly detailed description of how he’d kill her and hide the body if she ever tried anything with you, which effectively scared her from even looking at you for a while. Obviously, that didn’t last long because she became this annoying nuisance of a human being, and it ground your gears until she finally left for college with your brother, giving you a much-needed break.

the break didn’t last long because for some odd reason you thought it was the greatest fucking idea to stalk her social media. Granted, you did it out of hate (it wasn’t hate) so it’s really not your fault that seeing her posts made you start looking at her in a different light. But now she was back. And this time, you have this added knowledge that she’s hot as fuck and you don’t really think you will be able to function around her.

You paced around your room, hands in your hair, agonizing over what the fuck to wear ever since you learned Ellie was visiting with your brother today. It was like some kind of cosmic joke — the universe giving you just enough time to forget how much you liked her before slamming her right back into your life.

You could hear the muffled sound of your brother’s laugh from downstairs. Your stomach twisted, nerves kicking in. You peeked out of your bedroom window and, sure enough, there was Ellie, leaning against the car, hands shoved in her pockets, that fuckass bun sitting low on her head. She was talking to your brother, but you barely registered him — all you could focus on was her smirk, the way her eyes squinted when she laughed, how the light from the sun caught on her freckles. Now that made you make a face, “ew why the fuck am i thinking like a poet.”

“Gotdammit,” you muttered to yourself. “Get it the fuck together.”

Your heart was racing, but you couldn't tell if it was from excitement or dread. Maybe both…. definitely both.

A sharp knock on your door yanked you out of your thoughts, and before you could even answer, your brother barged in. “Hey, Ellie’s here,” he said, grinning like an idiot. “Come down and say hi, don’t be weird.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m not the weird one, you are. and plus i have to finish getting ready! i’ll be down in a second, get out!”

He rolled his eyes. “Just be normal for like five minutes, when you come down okay? I know you guys have this weird rivalry or whatever the fuck but its been like a year so please.”

“fine, but if she starts her shit don’t say anything.” you mumbled, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. “fuck me.” you sighed and turned to finish getting ready.

—

As soon as you hit the bottom step, Ellie’s eyes locked on yours. That familiar spark of mischief shined in her gaze. She tilted her head slightly, grinning in that infuriatingly, cocky way that always made your knees a littttle weak.

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft but teasing, as if she already knew the effect she had on you. Which she couldn’t know… right? Right.

You swallowed hard, trying to act unfazed. “Ellie.”

Her grin widened, and for a split second, you could’ve sworn she looked you up and down. Almost like she was checking you out. weird. “Long time no see,” she said, stepping forward and pulling you into a quick, unexpected hug.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment, and when she let go, you were left standing there, blinking like an idiot, your skin buzzing from where her hands had briefly touched your back.

“It’s barely been a year. but yeah, long time,” you managed, trying desperately to sound casual but instead sounding like a dying cat.

—

The next couple of hours were spent catching up and you watching ellie and your brother play Call of duty.. or was it fortnite? you can’t really remember. all you can seem to focus on is how ellie’s hands look around the controller and how good they’d look around your ne- “hey. are you.. okay?” you jumped a little at being pulled from your thoughts by ellie and slowly realized how long you were staring at her hands. “oh um yea.. totally,” you chuckled nervously and turned your attention back to the TV trying to ignore Ellie's burning gaze on the side of your face. Like usual, your brother was oblivious to anything but that damn game, trash talking like crazy, while you kept sneaking looks at Ellie after that embarrassing ass moment. She didn’t seem to mind though; in fact, she seemed to enjoy catching you staring. Every time you glanced her way, she was already looking, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

At one point, you found yourself in the kitchen, you were hungry as fuck and being a third wheel didn’t exactly curb your hunger. Unfortunately, Ellie walked in not too long after you, her presence immediately making the room feel smaller.

“So,” she said, dragging the o and leaning against the counter with that same smirk. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You froze, almost crushing a chip that was making its way into your mouth in your hand. “What!? No, I haven’t. You're actually delusional, I don't know.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Rightttt. I'm totally delusional.”

You turned to look at her, grabbing another chip out of the bag to eat before pausing and saying, “Okay, maybe I have. But it’s not purposefully !”

Ellie took a step closer, and you had to force yourself to keep breathing. “Oh really?”

“Yes really! I have literally no reason to avoid you. Don’t be dumb. i’ve just been busy with getting my esthetician license.. ” You bit your lip, trying and failing to seem calm. God, this was the exact situation you were trying to avoid. You wanted to tell her off, make her stop questioning you, but honestly… you kinda missed her (you’d never admit this out loud) and it was nice talking to her. Not to mention looking at her lips while she talked was one of your favorite pastimes.

Ellie took another step forward, so close now that you could smell her — that familiar mix of leather and something earthy. It was distracting as hell, and you loved hated it. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding in your chest.

“Busy with your esthetician license, huh?” Ellie’s voice was low, almost mocking, as if she knew how much of a lie that sounded like, even if it was mostly true. “that’s hilarious because you seemed to have plenty of time to stare at my hands earlier.”

Your face burned instantly. “I wasn’t staring,” you blurted, probably a little too fast.

Ellie’s smirk widened, her eyes flicking down to your hands fidgeting with the chip bag. “Sure you weren’t.” She was enjoying this way too much, but instead of leaving you to drown in embarrassment, she stepped even closer, her gaze suddenly more intense, less mocking. “You know, I don’t typically care if you stare.”

Your brain completely short-circuited. Was she for real? You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you decided it’s now or never and maybe it’s time to give her a taste of her own medicine.

You leaned in, your eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, the playful tension between you both shifted into something else — something heavier. “is that right?” you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur as you tucked a loose strand behind her ear with a smirk.

Ellie’s breath hitched and you saw a blush spread across her face like crazy. She was not expecting you to reciprocate her teasing. In fact, she thought you would get too flustered to even think. You giggled at her stunned face, body still alight with nerves and your mind screaming did i really just do that??? The room felt impossibly small, and you couldn’t focus on anything but how close she was. You could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way her gaze flickered down to your lips for just a second before snapping back to your eyes.

“I—” you started, but before you could even finish, your brother’s voice cut through the tension like a knife, causing you to jump back from Ellie in surprise.

“Ellie, you better be keeping your hands to yourself…” he called from the living room, his tone half-joking but you could tell he wasn’t.

Ellie groaned in annoyance at the interruption. She raised her hand as if to hold yours but faltered at your confused expression, and dropped it with a sigh “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, her voice quieter now, as she turned toward the living room. “Jesus Christ.”

[spaceshipellie]

let me take care of you (smut)

ellie williams x reader

minors do not interact! 18+

summary: ellie comes back from patrol slightly injured and grumpy. reader takes care of her in more ways than one

cw: eating out (e receiving), scissoring, needy ellie, fluff

author’s note: i am going wild over this i just want to take care of a needy ellie so bad oh my GOD

you hadn’t been home long when ellie burst through the door, groaning loudly as she shook off her backpack and fell face first into the pillow on the bed.

“bad patrol?” you asked.

“fucking fell through a hole in the ceiling of this shitty building and landed on a pole,” she mumbled but the pillow swallowed her words.

“you what?”

she lifted her head, eyes squeezed shut as if she had a headache and repeated herself before letting her face flop down again, on her side this time.

“oh babe, are you okay?” you shifted from your seating position to lie down on your side next to her, tracing a finger on her freckled cheek.

“no,” she grumbled. you felt bad for her, knowing she was in pain, but you couldn’t help but also notice how cute she is when she’s grumbly and huffy.

“how about i give you a massage? would that help?”

she opened her eyes to look at you and contemplated.

“think so, i’ll have a shower first,” she said before taking a deep sigh to will herself off of the bed and drag herself to the shower. whilst you waiting for her you thought you’d try and make the room a bit more ‘moody’ and relaxing so you turned the light off and turned on some fairy lights instead and lit a couple of candles. you were just shaking out the duvet to straighten it out as she came back in wrapped in a towel. a small smile creeped up on her lips as she took in what you’d done for her.

“lie on your front,” you instructed and motioned towards the bed.

“thanks baby.” she unhooked the towel as she laid down and haphazardly laid it over her ass. she tucked her arms under her cheek and her eyes followed you around the room as you grabbed some moisturiser. you climbed onto the bed and straddled her legs until you were hovering over the back of her thighs.

“am i okay sat here?” you asked before relaxing your body weight on her.

“yeah yeah,” she mused and you got comfortable before squeezing some moisturiser on your hands and rubbing them together.

“i’m not the best at massages but i hope it helps and tell me if it hurts.”

“it’s okay, babe, and i will.” her voice instantly sounded more relaxed and sleepy than it had done when she first got home, which you took as a good sign.

you started at her shoulders and heard her let out a soft sigh. her skin was incredibly soft despite being an adrenaline junkie and getting herself into all kinds of scrapes, and it felt warm under your hands. you admired the faint freckles that kissed her shoulders, wanting nothing more than to lean down and kiss them yourself.

no, snap out of it, you thought. you’ve literally just started and she needs this. besides, being the one who gets to touch her like this and be soft and innocent with her after she’s been out encountering all manners of danger and risky situations felt special and your heart felt gooey at the thought.

after working her shoulders for a while you moved your hands a bit further down her back to her shoulder blades. she let out a groan and your hands paused for a moment.

“did that hurt?”

“no, feels good, baby.” she mumbled, her lips squashed slightly by her arm.

you carried on as you were, trying hard to actually give her a good massage and not just prod at her back for ages. you added a bit more moisturiser which allowed your hands to glide over her skin more smoothly.

you continued massaging her back for a while longer, your hands now working the small of her back, thumbs occasionally brushing against the top of the towel. neither of you had spoken in a while and you half suspected that she might have fallen asleep. that was until you felt her hips move ever so slightly. you carried on as you were, ignoring it, she still could be asleep. her hips wiggled again but this time you heard a faint moan.

“ellie?” you whispered. you heard a soft ‘hmm?’ in response.

“are you awake?” again, another ‘hmm,’ indicating a yes.

“oh okay, just checking.”

you went back to what you were doing, this time moving your hands further to her sides and she moved again. you couldn’t work out if she was just being sensitive to the massage, after all, she’s long over due one, or if maybe she was getting a bit turned on…

to test the waters, you grazed your hands down her sides near where her boobs pressed against the bed and ran your hands down her back and let your thumbs dip under the towel slightly. her hips shifted again and another moan escaped her lips. she was definitely horny.

you smiled to yourself, loving the effect you were having on her and how you were able to take care of your baby so well. especially because she could sometimes be really fucking stubborn about this sort of thing, insisting it’s her who takes care of you.

your hands continued working gentle circles into her lower back and waist as you gave into your earlier temptation and leaned forward to kiss her shoulder. she instantly moaned at the contact and you could see that her eyes were closed but she definitely wasn’t asleep.

you left kisses all along from one shoulder to the other and moved your hands down ever so slowly so that they wrapped around her hips, nudging the towel out of the way. her hips shifted as you did so, silently letting you know how eager she was for you to touch her. patience, darling, you thought to yourself.

you left more delicate kisses along her back before very slowly pulling the towel completely off and letting it drop off the side of the bed.

the tiniest whimper could be heard from her as her ass was exposed. you brought one hand down to give it a gentle squeeze and with your other, brushed some of her hair out of the way so you could kiss behind her ear and whisper.

“can i touch you?”

she let out a weak, “please.”

you began moving your body downwards so you could leave a trail of kisses all the way down her spine. when you reached the base of it, you paused to look up at her.

“can you please turn over for me, babe?”

it took a second for her brain to connect with her body after she’d been lying still for over an hour but she slowly turned to lie on her back. you caught her eye and she looked so pretty and peaceful. you encouraged her legs apart as you nestled yourself between them. leaving small kisses on her inner thigh you slipped a finger through her folds to feel how wet she was.

“you’re soaking.”

she merely hummed in response, the atmosphere making it hard for her to speak. your kisses got closer until you finally placed one on her clit. her hand instantly came to stroke through your hair as you lapped and swirled your tongue around. your hands kept a soft grip on her thighs, keeping them open.

you were going to make sure everything you did was gentle with her right now, as that’s what she seemed to need.

you buried your face deeper into her cunt and eventually curled your tongue inside of her, causing your nose to press against her clit.

her hand remained in your hair, giving it gentle tugs. her moans were soft and quiet, but that didn’t mean you weren’t making her feel so good right now.

you found a rhythm that you kept going with until you could feel from the way her body jerked that she was closing to coming.

feeling the creamy white cum drip out of her and straight onto your tongue had you grinding your hips into the mattress, the pool between your legs growing.

she let out a “fuck” as she came before you slowly pulled away. you took a second to appreciate how pretty her pussy looked before leaning up and gently lying on top of her. your nose gently nudged hers as you planted a soft, wet kiss on her lips, making her taste herself.

her fingers started to pull at the hem of your top and you quickly obliged by taking your top off and resuming the kiss whilst your bare tits pressed against hers.

her legs wrapped around you slightly, her foot bumping your ass. her hands trailed down your back, making you shiver almost at how soft her touch was. christ, you loved her like this. so gentle and needy and clingy for you. it was a side of her no one else ever got to see. her fingers now toyed with the waist band of your jeans, making feeble attempts to get them off.

“so needy for me, baby,” you mumbled into the kiss.

“am not.”

you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “okay, if you say so.”

you kissed her harder before she could utter any snarky comment back before pulling away to take your jeans off. you didn’t break eye contact with her whilst you shoved your jeans and underwear off.

the second they were gone you were back, pressed against her like a puzzle piece. kissing her and squeezing her waist. you were both moaning into each others mouths as you started to run your hand down to cup underneath her knee, holding it up.

you pulled away from the kiss and shifted your position so that your soaked cunt was pressed against hers, your hand holding one of her legs up.

you both let out a whinier moan at the contact as you started to rock your hips against her. eating her out a moment ago had basically been like edging for you and you were dripping and desperate for this. your free hand intertwined with one of hers whilst her other hand held your hip, helping you move.

“fuck baby,” she breathed.

“does that feel good?”

her head flung back and her grip on your hand tightened as she gasped, “feels so good.”

it didn’t take long for you both to be coming, the wet sounds tipping you both over the edge. as you felt your body go limp, you slowly climbed off and resumed your previous position lying on top of her. you were both panting a bit and you let out a little laugh before meshing your lips with hers again.

“do you feel better now, babe?” you asked.

“can barely remember what happened,” she smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“i love you.”

you rested your forehead on hers.

“i love you too, el.”

[iwant-fuitgummi]

my natlan edits in celebration of their drip marketing‼️

please tell me if anything is culturally inaccurate !!!

i gave mavuika a moko kauae referenced from māori women. i also changed her skin color to be more accurate to māori people in general. she also has an eyebrow piercing and some red eye makeup because i thought it'd be Cool. i didn't change her outfit because it kinda slays tbh. OH and she has long fangs now. you're welcome.

i made kachina a lot darker because like. come on. apparently, she's named after a spirit from the pueblo and hopi people, so like. yeah. anyways i also gave her freckles and a few moles because i just KNOW my girl is out in the sun 24/7. i covered up her crop top (hoyo stop giving little kids crop tops challenge: IMPOSSIBLE) and gave her little fangs. oh and heterochromia. because cool.

i gave kinich some face paint to go with his tattoos(?) referencing images of mayan people, plus a septum piercing because many of the references i saw had some form of septum piercing. he also got darker skin because hoyo is Evil. i changed his nose a little bit and added a mole on his right cheek

i actually think that mualani's design is adorable. like she's the cutest hoyo character ever. so, all i really did was make her a bit tanner, give her yellow eyeshadow, and some lips.

[ramblingoak]

Am I the only one thinking about how much Copia regrets moving on stage whenever he feels his old man body hurts in protest the next day?

Definitely not, Anon! In fact you inspired me:

A Mouthful

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader

Warnings: a bit of body worship and some suggestive teasing from Copia because he can't help himself hehe, otherwise this is just a soft moment with him, 600 words, sfw (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

“Right there, amore!  That’s perfetto.”

You bit your lip to hide your laugh at the overly exaggerated groan Copia let out while you kneaded the muscles in his back.  He was always a mess after performing, aches and pains quickly settling in after the adrenaline wore off.  While he often teased the audience about needing a “violent shower” nowadays he mostly just needed a long soak in a hot bath.

And you, of course.

“You’re good at this, I should keep you around.  Give you a job.”

“Oh?  And what would my title be?”

Copia turned his head to the side, his white eye catching yours.  There was still face paint caught in his wrinkles, you’d have to make sure to get that cleaned up before he fell asleep.  You raised an eyebrow when you saw the growing smirk playing at his mouth.

“Eh, non lo so.  Maybe something about the sibling in charge of rubbing down Papa?”  He grinned when you snorted, now turning his body to the side and capturing your hands.  “You don’t like it?”

“I don’t know, Papa.  It’s quite the mouthful.”  The gleeful look on his face at your words had you shaking your head, trying to contain your own smile at his antics.  “Don’t you dar–”

“Well, if it’s a mouthful you want I know just the thing.”

You both erupted in giggles, Copia tugging at your hands to pull you tightly against his body.  He groaned when he turned onto his back, an arm around your waist keeping you close to his side.

“Copia, let me finish.  You’ll be too sore to move in the morning if you don’t let me finish.”

“Just un memento, amore.  A few quiet moments before you work your magic again, bene?”

“Okie dokie, Papa.”  

You smiled when he pressed a kiss to your forehead and shimmied a bit so you were more comfortable.  This was your ritual with him after his ritual on stage.  A hot bath followed by an intense massage of his back and legs.  Sometimes it led to other things but it was also nice when it just led to you both cuddling against each other.  Copia sighed then and you looked up at him, blushing at the soft smile on his face.

“I’m not sure I’ll be uh…up for anything else tonight.  Mi dispiace.”

“Copia, you never need to apologize for that.  Okay?”  He nodded and you leaned up to give him a soft kiss.  “Let’s get you rolled over again so I can finish up.”

He slowly turned over and you grabbed the cream you used on him, rubbing it between your hands until it was warm.  You took a few seconds to admire his back, your eyes tracing the freckles and the sporadic bits of hair that Copia refused to believe existed.  The blanket had drifted down to the swell of his ass and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring, thinking of how good he looked in those tight pants he wore on stage. 

“Amore?”

“Oh, sorry, Papa!  I got distracted.”  

You avoided looking up from his back as you began to rub the muscles again, the bastard would just be smirking at you anyway.  As your hands drifted down his spine you let them dip lower, right below the edge of the blanket so you could press them into the flesh it was hiding.  Copia let out a very different sounding groan then and lifted his hips to encourage you to press harder.  When you obliged he dropped back down, slowly beginning to grind his hips into the bed.  

Maybe you’d get a mouthful of your Papa later after all.

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Felix thrives on skin contact, he'd stay right in your arms forever if he could. If you're comfortable with long hugs, subtle touches, holding his hand, or playing with his hair, then you become the source of his energy. He comes to you when he needs to recharge. He hugs you tight, plants himself on top of you, or holds your hand for hours. It doesn't really matter as long as he can feel your presence, your body warm against his.

If none of you is on a diet, he'll shower you with tasty goods. He can't stop spoiling you by baking all sorts of things you love so much. He has accepted his fate, getting called "Brownie boy" by you whenever he ends up in the kitchen baking. Felix knows how much you love those brownies and cookies, so of course, he always keeps some around. What's even better is if you join him, helping him mix the batter and making a mess with him between giggles and playful fights.

Felix is an enthusiastic gamer. The first time you ask him to play with him, he is over the moon for you. He shows you the basics and thinks you're even sweeter than before. If you don't feel like playing yourself, he enjoys keeping you in his lap, claiming you're his lucky charm. He might've cried a little when you offered to help him build his own equipment.

Lix's soft soul is something that needs to be protected, and he hasn't met many people who are as protective of him as you are. He lets you in, allows himself to be open about his feelings with you, and knows you'd never judge him for anything. You're his safe place when he feels like everything is crumbling down around him.

Felix's smile is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. The way his freckles seem to crawl up into his eyes, illuminating them like stars painting the night sky, steals your breath every time. He's so genuine and easily smiling whenever he watches you doing the most basic things, it makes you swoon.

Lix can get a little emotional at times, never fully believing he deserves the love he receives from his friends, fans, and especially not you. Whenever those big, soft eyes fill with tears, he comes to you, gently tugging at your sleeve and curling up in your arms without any further explanation. He doesn't have to because you already know.

That is why whenever you're upset or feel undeserving of love, his heart breaks with yours. He pulls you into his arms, kisses your hair and fondles your head, gently rocking you in his arms. He whispers little secrets and sweet nothings into your ear, trying to show you how much you mean to him. He knows he isn't the problem here, but it wrecks him thinking you'd even consider him not loving you.

You're in love with that stunning face and Lix knows it. It hasn't happened only once you've made him sit on the counter to do his makeup. You love those little moments, accentuating your boyfriend's natural beauty like that. He loves letting you paint his lips, adorn his eyes with glittery eyeshadow or go wild with little stick-on gems below his eyes. You always wear such a happy smile on your face he would never deny you these small moments.

Lix loves shopping with you, since he obviously wants to look his best for you and spoil you at the same time. So buying new fits together is always fun. He gets to know your taste in clothing better and sometimes you surprise him with a color or piece of clothing he would've never thought of wearing before. The joy in your eyes when you find something for him makes him melt into a puddle right there.

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[phantomdreamgirl]

When Steve's annual Halloween party rolls around, you aren't sure what to dress up as. Until you decide to go as his favorite pet name for you.

His jaw literally drops when he sees you in all your angelic glory. Adorned with a golden halo and feathered wings, you're also wearing a short, white dress with shimmery tights and white pumps. You're also smothered in body glitter, only adding to your ethereal glow. He's in awe as you stand in front of him, as he suddenly wants to cancel the party and just spend the rest of the night worshipping you.

"Nice costume," you smile, curling your fingers along the collar of his white blazer. "Sonny Crockett's one of my favorites."

"I know," he replies, still in disbelief something so beautiful is standing so close to him.

"What do you think about mine?" You ask, fluttering your lashes at him.

"I think it's perfect," he begins, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Too perfect, actually. I kinda want to keep you for myself all night."

"That wouldn't make for a very fun party," you joke, as he leans in close.

"Speak for yourself," he breathes before kissing you softly, as he doesn't want to ruin your lipstick just yet.

"I'll be all yours afterwards," you whisper, against his lips.

The next few hours are torture for him, as you tease him mercilessly. You love seeing him like this, so flustered and desperate for you. It's what endeared him to you earlier that summer, when you first saw him in his ridiculously cute sailor outfit.

Once the party winds down and the last of your friends leave, Steve drags you back upstairs, to his room. He has you on the bed in no time, while you're both kissing each other like you haven't been seemingly inseparable all night.

Half of both your costumes are strewn across the floor, as neither one of you can wait to get your hands on the other. Your lipstick smears across his lips and chin, but he wears it proudly, along with the glitter that sticks to his cheeks when he kisses your neck and chest. You can't help the dreamy smile you have when he pulls away and gazes at you with total adoration.

"This was the best Halloween I've had in forever," he reveals, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours. "All because of you."

"I can't take all the credit..." you reply, still with a smile. "Robin took charge of all the major party stuff."

"I wasn't talking about the party," he clarifies, leaning in close again. "I meant being with you made the night for me. I didn't know if I would ever feel like this again, so you're like, pretty special. Almost like, my own, literal angel."

He presses his lips to yours before you can respond. Your hands find his hair for the first time that night and he groans when your nails slightly scratch at his scalp.

You finally pull away, panting, to see he's still looking at you so adoringly.

"You are the corniest, sweetest guy I've ever met, and I'm pretty sure I could fall in love with you," you breathe, as you try to gently wipe some glitter off his freckled cheek.

"Careful, angel," he playfully warns, "if you keep talking like that, I will definitely fall in love with you."

"And we wouldn't want that..." you quietly say, as he goes to kiss you again.

"Oh no, absolutely not," he agrees, with a slight smirk.