#semi-hard pastels

[the-private-local-enemy]

i only noticed the body looked fucky AFTER i went over the lines in coal and couldn't erase them waaaahhhhhhh

[entropyvoid]

Fellow alt-fashion or just craft-loving Jews

Perler bead starter sets often tend to come with this these lil boards shaped like this

Which are great for doing this

Do with this information what you will

[chainsawmascara]

At Least We're Still Trying

[vampdes]

Please, I'm begging you do more Homelander x top male reader. I loved your other fic with him. Maybe reader is a supe who's stronger than Homelander and left. Homelander was sent to kill reader due to reader having information but instead gets fucked. Thank you and have a nice day.

DES says . . . im not doing anything right now, so why not? hope you enjoy xx (even though this is very late).

SUM. — homelander is sick, erratic, manic. why? he has his fame, his money, his powers – what more could he need? an antidote, obviously, what else?

CON. warning — smoking weed / rolling a blunt (once), dry humping, dry orgasm, overstim, mentions of: growling, passing out (figuratively), meeting heaven (figuratively), & yan-like actions. p in a. bareback. begging. impregnation (breeding ?) kink. collar & leash. subby (leaning on), needy, & whiny homelander.

NOTES. — very rushed. semi-detailed smut. not a very good ending.

you flipped through the televison’s provided channels with an unlit blunt protruding from your lips, itching to light it in order to feel the undeniable zest and haze it always seemed to provide you with. the calming and doughy-like sensation melted your brain, it allowed you to escape from the realization that you were indeed wanted by national police and superheros (all at the same time, mind you) just because you even dared to speak of retiring. therefore, you came up with an idea: just escape! to hawaii or somewhere — you landed in Australia, though, so hawaii was entirely off course but aye, you were gone and free and almost high.

what’s not to love?

you finally found a reliable sitcom that’d allow you to not think too hard or pay attention too much. so you sat back and slouched, drowned into the comfiness of the couch’s plush cushions, and lit your blunt. the wafting smoking engulfed itself deep within your lungs and etched itself into the cushions of your couch. before you could even care about your couch’s wellbeing or could even take a second exhilarating blow, the smell of metal being burnt and resulting smoke that wafted from under your penthouse door to your living made your eye brows furrow together with confusion. before continuing your trail on being high, you dipped the blunt into an ashtray and pushed it into the table, and sat up, watching the door with a sense that something was array in the air.

“fix me, oh fuck — y’gotta, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” john’s words fell into loud, squeaky squabbles into the silk sheets of your bed. his large frame sat atop of your hips, straddling you whilst he made a steady pace of teasing his concealed cock with the friction your ruffled jeans provided him with. you wanted to calm him down, tell him it’s okay, baby, you know i’ll fix you, but he chose that ignorant and arrogant company or what the two of you could have had. and that’s something you’ll never forget, but damn, why pass up on fucking the most famous hero in the world because he’s begging to have you? nobody in their right mind would, that’s for sure.

“you gonna let me treat you right?” you asked, gripping on his hips with words that haven’t been spoken before but explained and demonstrated through the many encounters that occurred in the empty janitor closets in the hallways of his company. and john. . he can’t help but grind himself a little harder and nod just a little faster. he wants you in ways he could never explain. he needs you with the biblical and primal history behind it. he begs to serve you as though he’s nothing but a measly worshipper and you’re a god within the highest of heavens. and you allow him to do so.

“please.” john responds, and you know he means it.

before long, he has a pastel-pink color around his neck with the leash wrapped around your balled fist, feeling like a submissive fucking bitch under your control, and damn, he feels good. his hands are tied behind his back with his nails clawing at the air between you and him in order to feel the pleasure that courses through every atom in his very being. for the first time in a long time, john allows himself to be willingly and properly used by someone he adores.

when you mention the fact that you’ve run out of the very last condom, he says: “get me pregnant.” and good lord above, you can’t help but comply with his demands. he felt fucking heavenly too, he felt so, so fucking good, and the noises that were coming from him? good fucking god, you’d capture those noises in a jar and listen to them every night before you sleep if you could.

in between the lingering touches and chaste kisses and animalistic thrusts and moans and being treated like a fucking free-use prostitute, the tears that streamed down his eyes and the whines that came from him and the need eminiting from him to have the immediate skin-to-skin contact with you even though you were literally shoving your cum into the deepest part of his guts is what captivated you entirely. the way he honestly showed his greed proudly with it circling around town and right back to you made your heart swell. fuck, this was sick (sick enough to make you force yet another cry out his hoarse throat).

“oh fuck, fuck, fuck — gotta make you mine, gotta get pregnant and make sure you stay with me, oh fuck, gotta – gonna cum, fuck, gonnafuckin’cum–,” the process that coincided with long strings of his cum colliding with his pretty pink breasts made the loudest, girliest, guttural squeal mixed with a whine mixed with the neediest moan escape from his throat with him crying out your name. your sylabells. and for fucks sake, he knew exactly how to get you started again to buck your cum-covered tip into his abused prostate once more.

when he cried out your name like you were the Archangel himself, you knew that today would turn into tonight which would turn into yet another post-sex morning with a bitchy, clingy, neck-biting john that always needed a piece of you with him or he swore he might (would and undeniably will) go crazy. and to be honest, if you just savor this maniac for just a little bit longer, maybe the earth would look a bit more brighter to you. maybe the air would be clearer, the sun would shine harder, the birds would harmonize better — the morning is the best time of your day.

[death---dealer]

Having snow ball fights with the apes playfully>>

*Laying all this fluff out for you guys in hopes that you forgive me for demolishing, and proceeding to demolish, your emotions with the customary series*

Noa.

Snow was rare for the area, Noa thought and watched as the delicate flakes fell from the gray sky above. Maybe… Once or twice in his entire life had it been cold enough for it to actually stick. It was nice, he was not denying that as a shiver ran down his spine, a few flakes clinging happily to the prickly fur that was standing up . The way it clung to the ground like it was the very breath it needed to survive, first only a dusting and getting piled on by the minute. As much as he wanted to pay attention to each flake to see if the tale was true - that they were all different shapes - his sharp green eyes caught the movement of you as were trotting through the open meadow, usually alight with greens and pastels of the wildflowers, now washen in white and almost blinding. 

But there you were, tightly bundled in a puff. Well, Noa knew it to be a winter jacket after he gave you a quizzical look when you slid it on in preparation of going outside, but the appearance and given the fact that it was a few sizes too big for you, make you look like you were walking around on stick legs, nothing more than one of those bugs that rolled in on itself out of defense on the top. He had always wondered what Echo’s did in the winter, when the cold was at its peak, and he finally got his answers. As funny at a distance as it looked, he found it endearing as you lifted your hand to play against the snowflakes in a bid to get some to melt against your open palm.

Like his thickened fur that set in right around mid-fall, you were also able to shuffle into layers, albeit, the idea of being able to shed it rather than it being a permanent fixture against your body was not favorable to him. How did you sleep with that thing on? He tilted his eyes, realizing that he had lost sight of you. Green gaze stuck around the area you had just been, Anaya and Soona coming into his periphery as they were coming to join the usual afternoon shenanigans before the evening meal. He lifted his head to greet them.

“Echo?” Anaya inquired, watching as your head finally popped up from the snow. You had been laying on your back, Noa realized, that’s how he lost sight of you. Curiously, he nodded at Anaya and the three of them walked towards you. “They’re called snow angels,” You smiled at your artwork as you straggled to your feet, trying to keep enough traction that you didn't sleep upon the sleek nature. “I--- Used to dream about making them as a kid, it never really snowed enough though.” The imprint of your body with what looked like wings imprinted on the ground looked like nothing other than a blob to all three of the Apes, but none of them had it in their hearts to really say anything about it as Noa soaked in your words a bit more than the others, “Snow… Angel?” Nodding, you crouched down and rolled some snow into your hands and began compacting it delicately at first but with gained momentum, it rolled into a semi-hardened ball and you found it hard not to laugh as you held the melting item in the palm of your hand, “This is a snowball.” Pretty on the nose as far as descriptive words went, Noa thought sarcastically and looked at it. He raised an eyebrow at you before you stood up quickly, arching your arm back and throwing the item with intense strength, so much so that Noa found the grunt you made when releasing to barrel through the air quite inviting.

Anaya was hit moments later.

Right on the back of the head, near the base of his neck. He growled at that, lifting a hand up and rubbing there before looking back towards you and Noa and you were fast to duck downwards, buffering yourself with your arms as you dropped to lay flat on your stomach. “Did he see me?” Noa, amused at his friend's reaction to being hit, laughed out a bit and looked down at you, “Yes, he’s coming this way.” Noa squinted, allowing himself the pleasure of Anaya dropping a large armful of snow right onto you. The screech you released followed by bouts of laughter were more than enough to convince Noa that these… Snowballs, you had called them, were a game and more fun than he initially thought.

Caesar.

Caesar did not like the snow. He did not mind the rain, but the snow was beyond his liking and it was a disgusting addition to the Colony that led to the ground being nothing more than a slurry of browns mixing into the whites, turning gray and gross with each step an Ape took against it. It was rather tolerable when he was able to stay in the confines of a fire, enjoying the heat more as his dense fur really seeped into his pores and he was able to be self-sufficient with heat for hours from sitting in front of a fire for only a few minutes. He had done just that earlier in the morning before you adamantly dragged him out of the toasted nature of the enclosure he shared with you. 

There was no way you were enjoying it either, given the fact that you had nothing against the cold other than a few layered sweaters and a larger one on top of the rest of the layers that you were able to cover your hands with and a hat. He made a mental note to himself, watching as you trailed a few feet in front of him, your boots leaving indentations in the pure snow below, that he’d look for a winter jacket for you and maybe some gloves the next time he stumbled upon an abandoned human camp if you weren’t with him. And if you were, he would remind you to look for the items yourself.

So caught up in the chill that rested in his bare feet, Caesar’s gaze had been watching the way your steps looked in the snow below, when he looked up to see if you were still near, you were… Gone. He came to a slow stop at that. You couldn’t have gotten far, otherwise your movements would have been more detectable. Narrowing his gaze, his right ear picked up on a few sounds behind a large tree, frosted over the bark and up to Caesar’s shoulder. There you were, he thought to himself and with a small grumble in his chest to keep himself motivated to move rather than going back to the Colony in hopes that you would simply follow, he gravitated towards the tree, but once he looked behind it completely, you were nowhere to be seen. Obviously, from the stances of your feet in the snow below, you had been but the rapid nature of your steps, you had moved away just as quickly. Caesar drew a deep breath in. He had no time or willpower for games this late morning.

He understood the premise, you wanted to enjoy the cold and didn't want to be trapped inside the Colony the entire day, and snow was always a good time, he recalled at times reading children books when he was younger with Will detailing days spent in the snow. Snowmen, snow angels, snowballs, igloos… His favorite, admittedly, was Curious George in the Snow. He was still able to see the pictures vividly, to read the words to the best of his ability. A very happy monkey in the snow, versus a very grumpy Chimpanzee baring through it for the sake of his mate. How twisted life was sometimes, Caesar laughed at that and stayed near the tree you had been.

He could have sworn he heard your voice saying his name to the left and without hesitation at the beckon, never something that was a threat when it came from you and you only, he turned his head in the direction he thought it was coming from. You were playing hide and seek, Caesar dabbled on that with a brief smile. First, you drag him out into the snow and then you dare play a game with him that he, inherently as an Ape, was really good at and he was going to---

A flurry of white hit his peripheral before an explosion of snow hit his vision, blinding him for just a second before his eyes focused. Mouth ajar, he looked in the direction the projectile came from and he came to face his attacker. You. Another snowball in your hands and you had just nailed him with another. The smile on your face was beyond smug, something Caesar wanted to drag you home with in hopes that maybe he’d be able to wipe it straight off with a good session in the nest, the justification being that he was staving off your hypothermia. 

He considered the same retaliation, but you would see that coming. Seeing him bend down, forming a ball and by the time the Ape King stood, you were more than likely running off afraid of being pelted. Instead, you laughed at him, the smile so familiar and drawing Caesar in closer, close… He dropped. On all fours and galloped right at you, your reaction being too slow and without reserve, Caesar had you tackled down into the snow, careful enough in his movements that he wasn’t going to hurt you, but you did groan upon impact, your entire body suddenly being wrapped in warm as he laid himself flat on top of you. “Let me go.” You straggled, unable to hide the amusement in your face as you chuckled, weezing out a few cackles. “Caesar!” “No.” You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath as you threw your head back, his hands coming to grasp at your hips to keep you pinned down. “I can’t breathe!” “Yes you can.” He made sure of his words by not pressing his full body weight. “Apologize.” “Never.” “Apologize.” “You deserved it, I’m sorry I hit your face, I-I swear I was aiming for your chest.” Your laughter soon became nervous as Caesar’s hands left your body, and he was reaching above your head to cup some snow. “No, you wouldn’t.”

He wasn’t stopping, your laughter boisterous as you began struggling against him. Not out of primal, animalistic fear, out of fear of the snow hitting your face. He dangled it right above your face, your eyes focusing on the flurries. 

“Apologize.”

Cackling like a maniac, you shook your head, reaching above your head in a mirror of Caesar's previous actions, slamming some more snow against the side of his face. He was shocked enough by that, the snow in his grasp falling as you finally managed to get yourself free and without worry or care, you began running off. Caesar blinked. And then again, not willing to admit that he was having fun, before he rose carefully, darting right after you in a bid of revenge.

Blue Eyes / Ash.

You looked at Ash with intent focus. Lifting your hands to your eyes, your pointer and middle finger adjacent to your eyes, you followed the movement outwards to the landscape that had been deliciously drenched in virgin snow. You were telling your friend to watch your back, you were about to go into the battlefield. You had a severe disadvantage. Blue Eyes was able to swing through the trees and drop down an attack.

You… You had your legs, the ground below and a dream as you looked down at the pre-made snowballs in your satchel that rested against the side of your body. Ash understood his assignment and nodded at you, watching as you hyped yourself up with rapid breathing, rising yourself onto your forearms before your feet planted your weight into the snow below and you began running. Harder and faster than you had in a while, your heart was racing in your chest. 

“I’m gonna make it!!” You yelled at Ash, seeing the embankment of the river only a few meters in front of you. The end of the line, the decided point that you had given in this very intense game that you were playing with Ash and Blue Eyes. Forming an alliance only with Ash as you both came to reckon that Blue Eyes was competitive, leaving you to wonder if that was a trait he got from Caesar or Cornelia, was a good move. You were fast at making the snowballs themselves, and Ash was good at spotting the Ape Prince and throwing them before Blue Eyes had the chance to nail you.

The laughter you let out was ripping, Blue Eyes watching intently from the second branch of a conifer as you drew closer to the river. Closer… Closer. He looked over at Ash who looked up at him. They were subsequently in cahoots. Ash faking an alliance with you, but his diligence towards Blue Eyes was evident as you were hit between the shoulder blades by a flying snow projectile. Not hard enough to cause any pain, but it was alarming as you screamed in response. 

“Who did that?!” It looked like you were running in circles at this point, another snowball flying your way from Ash himself, another following that was tossed by Blue Eyes. “A-Ash!!” Crying that out, you looked towards the area you had just darted from at your alleged alliance. “You---” Blue Eyes was suddenly in front of you, your eyes widening in surprise. “No.”

‘Think we won.’ He signed at you, your hand at your side tucking into your bag to grab a ball. It was cold and melting, but the more compressed and melted it was, the harder of a hit it was going to be. Given his heightened senses, he was able to grab your arm before you tossed the ball at him in defense, your wrist suddenly encased by Blue Eyes’ large hand. ‘Time to admit you lost.’

“I’m taking this ship down with me.” You smiled at Blue Eyes, knowing exactly how it must have appeared for him as you drew your face that much closer to him. In the midst of surprise to your sudden closeness, his chest swelling at the prospect that you were going to touch him, you took advantage of his reaction, snapping your arm away from him and tossing a gait towards Ash, whom you successfully hit with a few snowballs before rounding a tree and making your way to the river. “I’m gonna win! I’m gonna tell Caesar all about how much his son--- OOF---” You… Disappeared. Ash looked at Blue Eyes, and Blue Eyes looked at the skid on the ground where you had vanished, bringing himself towards it cautiously in case you were playing another rouse to get him hit with another snowball. Once he came up the small embankment of raised ground, his azure glance, more blue now in the cold and bleak weather, noticed you. Slipped, you must have slipped and didn't realize that there was a small hill behind you and you ultimately lost your balance and went tumbling down.

Concern hit him at once as he got a bit closer, letting his curled hand place against your back. Movement caught him off guard, your shoulders moving. Were you… Laughing…? Blue Eyes looked over at Ash as his friend joined him to make sure you were okay, but it was more than obvious that you were, face down in the snow by all means, but your giggles were entrancing as usual for him. 

Out-stretched to the right, your hand. Blue Eyes looked at it as you turned your head to look at him. You were barely skidding the iced water of the river. Smiling at him, he narrowed his eyes playfully at you as you were given the power to gloat, “I knew I’d win. No one beats the champion.” 

“Wait,” You screeched, arms being held up by Blue Eyes whose movement towards your appendages you didn't see, your legs to follow by Ash and the two of them held your weight up as they trailed a bit closer to the river, “WAIT!! DON’T THROW ME IN THERE!! I’m the winner! I won fair and square!"

With one hand still holding you, Blue Eyes signed at Ash, ‘Did she win fairly?’ You watched the signing with baited breath and looked down at Ash who had your feet. 

‘She tried to rally me against you,’ Was his response, ‘Not fair. Each Ape to themself.’ “But I’m Human!” You bargained again with a nervous chuckle, “That rule doesn’t apply to me, right?”

The pair shared a glance. Blue Eyes nodded. Ash nodded. Your body swung back and without reserve, you were tossed like a leaf towards the water, “NOOOOO!!!!!”

[verrixstudios]

rainwings having like a beak/hard pad on their snout to crack nut and hard fruit?

Atp I was just having fun drawing beaks ngl

ID: eleven simple headshot sketches drawn in dark green over a pastel green background. The heads range from looking like your typical semi cartoon stylized dragon head to looking completely birdlike. Some beaks are sharp and thin, others are wide and sharp, others are wide and round. There’s even one with an overlapping beak. On the very right top corner is a simplistic doodled dragon with a lowered head and open ruff, its wings tilted out to look bigger like some birds do when they’re dancing.

[miguel-ohara-lover]

rockstar miguel pounding his gf who's the complete opposite of his aesthetic (pastels and ribbons n stuff) 🫣

Anon how did you know me and my partner’s styles <_< Also he plays bass because that’s what I like the best I love bass players <3

Here’s my personal song choice for Rockstar!Miguel: Black No. 1 - Type O Negative

Tell me he doesn’t have Peter Steele vibes

CW: NSFW, semi-public

As the final chords of the ending song rang through the amphitheater, you started making your way backstage. You didn’t miss the kiss your boyfriend blew to you from on stage. Security knew you and knew you well, after Miguel had given the trouble already for not letting you in. This time they welcomed you and even escorted you to his dressing room.

You entered and waited for him to finish his business on stage, knowing he liked interacting with the fans a bit before leaving. You looked around and decided to sit on the small but comfy sofa in the room. The door handle turned, and you looked up to see Miguel entering his room, smiling as he looked at you.

“The show was great Miggy.” You smile up at him as he makes his way over to you.

He let out a small chuckle. “Glad you liked it. You were easy to spot with all that… color.” He sat down next to you.

“Do you think I should have worn something else? To fit in more?”

“No no. You look amazing. Perfect…” Miguel leaned in and gave you a deep and passionate kiss before you could argue more. His hands found their way to the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing the fabric up your thighs.

You placed a gentle hand on his wrist, just enough to stop his movement. “Wait. In here? Shouldn’t we go back to the hotel room?”

“It’ll be fine.” He reassured you before he dipped his head down to place kisses on your neck. You suppressed a moan as you moved your hands to his shoulders. Miguel lightly grazed your skin with his teeth before picking you up and turning you so you’re face down on the couch. He’s very strong, and makes manhandling you look so easy.

You blushed and put a hand over your mouth as you braced for what comes next. You heard the sounds of his belt and pants as he shoved them down around his thighs, feeling his hard cock smack against your clothed ass.

Miguel smirked and pushed your skirt up to around your waist. He yanked your panties down, admiring just how wet you’ve gotten while rubbing his length between your slick folds. He let out a low hum as he teased your clit with his leaking tip. You gasped and clenched around nothing.

He smeared your glistening cunt with his precum, prodding your hole with his tip. He gripped your hips tightly, guiding his cock into your tight hole. You moaned and clenched around him, a grunt escaping his lips.

“Stop clenching.” He commanded you. And you did try, but you couldn’t help it as you felt every inch slide inside you. He moved at such an agonizing pace. You moaned and whined, telling him to move faster. He did just that, slamming into you over and over again.

You moaned louder and he brought a large hand to your mouth to keep you quiet. He used his free hand to hold onto your hip as he pounds into your tight hole. You bit into his callused hand to contain your moans, drool pooling against his palm.

His other hand moved from your hip to your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he fucked you into the couch. “I was hard that entire fucking show, seeing you watch me— fuck… I could barely keep it together up there.” He growled into your ear.

He sped up just slightly, slamming the tip of his cock against all the right spots. You gasped and arched your back as his hand found your swollen clit, tracing circled around the bundle of nerves. He knew exactly what to do to make you squirm.

His voice, his cock, his hand on your clit, all of it was dragging you to the edge faster than you thought it would. You felt the familiar warm knot in your gut as your clit twitched from the stimulation. He let out a loud moan, biting his hand as you came on his cock, clenching around his girth.

Miguel groaned and his hips stuttered as he spilled inside you. That was unexpected. He never came that fast before. You let out more broken moans as he filled you up, rolling his hips as you rode out your orgasms. He finally moved his hand off your mouth.

“That was fast.” You panted. He just grunted and rested his head against your shoulder. “You were really pent up huh?” You giggled a little and pat his head.

“Shut up…” He sighed and pressed a kiss to your cheek, you knew he wasn’t actually angry.

[zombieclown16]

Going back to an ask I had gotten about my ancestor designs, I’ve decided to do a deep dive into my process for making them and just my thoughts/inferences on their themes. I plan on doing more designs, so I may add more to this thread later!

Mosura Briati (The SuperNova)

Mosura is definitely my most straight forward design. With the little amount of info we have on her, I mostly dedicated my time to making her look like her namesake, Mothra. Her coat is meant to mimic moth wings and her pant design is supposed to be reminiscent of not just moth legs, but specifically moth Jentha’s appearance in WDYDTT.

Her radiation coloring is more saturated and intense than Jentha’s pastel pinks and blues, more close to the warm colors you’d find on a Geiger counter (I did want to keep that neon blue though!) Originally, I wanted to give Mosura more techy apparatus’, something like what Jentha had when she was younger that could potentially reign in her powers, and I still just might in an alt outfit! But for the natural approach, this is what she looks like when she’s able to chill out and not worry about exploding everything around her. Mosura is a treat to me, because even though she is surely the most powerful being the planet had to offer, her biology is what makes her so strong. Not magic or tech or anything, but just her body as it was made. I feel like that is an important factor to how the VE ancestors function, within an unnatural or a natural. Mosura especially was an attempt to bring back order to a terrible place, like when a volcano erupts and the land around it starts anew. Love her for that.

Fortmistress Deadlock

For the Fortmistress, my most controversial designs, I wanted her to be dramatic as hell with a sharp silhouette and a spiky appearance. Deadlock has her own semi canon design lost to the sands of VE time, so her leotard and face paint is a call back to those parts of her old look (I don’t want to post it if VE isn’t comfortable with that, so if you find it you’ll see what I mean!) However, my main inspiration for her was punk fashion mixed with the clowny wrestler appearance that would be inherit to her design. I find that the Fortmistress gets a strange rep within VE, as canonically during her time her caste and specifically purple bloods with psyops (including her) were fighting against the Fuchsia Bureaucracy who were attempting to use them as militia assets. The Mirths were confirmed as a cultural religion formed during a time of oppression, to gain community and commonality between people who had gone through the same as them while also standing up to a suffocating governmental system. That’s punk as fuck!!!!! To include this, I made her jacket a repurposed violet military vest, decorated and all, with the system she was fighting against! She’s big and intimidating and her psyops are a main focus of this piece because they really influenced her path in life and how she was likely treated by others. Cultural religions like this are not bad and Vilcus had very lovingly described a time period in which the Fortmistress would’ve been present where the Mirths were normal trolls finding community. (If you come in here with “the Fortmistress made them suck! She’s crazy!” I’m gunna do something drastic CHARACTERIZING AN OPPRESSED INDIVIDUAL AS WRONG FOR FIGHTING BACK AGAINST A BAD SYSTEM ISN’T VERY COOL there is no perfect minority and I’m not gunna pretend Deadlock was some amazing figure wronged by time, but someone who we don’t know all of the facts on)

I’m not going to dig too hard into my thoughts about Fortmistress Deadlock, (nor am I saying VE is intentionally doing her wrong because a very big theme for the ancestors is that they are mischaracterized by modern day Reptions cause it’s a huge game of historical telephone) so all I ask is for us to think very critically about her and the placement of making her a blood purist when it seems like she was fighting for people who didn’t have a voice at the time. Like why would I believe that fucking loser Pozzol Boyer has the best takes on her? Come on guys.

outside of that, that funny little key choker is canon and passed on to Taz, I wonder what it could be for?

Acerigger Switchem

So I was like “what if a casino hall was a person?” And that’s how I made Aceriggers design. If a building could manipulate someone it would be a Casino in Vegas so obviously the guy named ACE takes a lot of that in. Seriously though, this guy is chalk-full of card suits, casino motifs and GOLD. Gold is a Turkin ore just as much as it is for a Kerian(I mean Murrit’s weapon is literally gold too) because of how it acts with TIME. Gold never ages or erodes, it is permanently shiny and beautiful, always captivating to the eye. Acerigger is chronically vain, he’s hot, he’s young, and he likes it that way. Gold would be his forte, as it is everlasting beauty that persuades you to think it’s actually worth something. His design is supposed to exhibit these traits!

I want to talk about his big bright coat specifically, as it is directly inspired by an article I saw titled “Ugly Vegas Carpets Want You to Keep Playing”saying that Casinos make their carpets so ugly cause they want you to focus more on playing games and not hesitate to see them by looking around at all the gaudy patterns. For Ace, it’s meant to mimic those ugly Vegas carpets that want you to focus on his pretty face telling you everything you want to hear instead of letting you look at all of the blaring red flags. The neon vomit pattern is like the classic animal kingdom warning sign screaming TOXIC STAY AWAY! (Murrits outfit is just as important to his bit characterization so Ace is the same. It’s all for the act, babes) Alongside all of that is the color red, associated with promiscuity and passion. The promiscuity is obvious, but Aces use of red is also a time player callback just as much as it represents a passionate display. He’s less so wearing red for himself as he is wearing it for others, displaying himself “bare” in way of a color associated with heavy emotions (specifically love) on his chest. This is also why I deigned to not give him shades, playing the opposite to Murrits party shade appearance. Aces act wants to coax people into him, make them feel comfortable and secure with an open face smile while Murrit means to create distance and close himself off, hiding away behind a face of disconnection.

Tbh also Murrits Twelfth Night design was a big inspiration. She’s like really gay and slutty for some reason there, so I made Ace gayer and sluttier to counterbalance.

Anyways, my personal characterization(made over several years of hyper fixation on the ancestors. Like I’m sorry I’ve been here a while, the lore is deep) for Ace is a pretty big influence into why I designed him the way I did, so I’ll include some analysis to explain myself in a really round about way. A lot of what Ace does is meant to draw people to him, to captivate an audience of individuals with smoke and mirrors. We know he is the opposite to Murrit, a character who cares greatly about others but hides it under a facade of combative and annoying traits to stave off the scent of her having genuine feelings(therefore the chance to be vulnerable with those feelings). The opposite to that is a person who is outwardly kind and compassionate, so wonderful in fact it’s hard to not be captivated(and even fall in love) with him. Ace is the antithesis of true love and genuine feelings while that’s exactly what Murrit needs to accept about herself, that she isn’t all of her facades and can form real relationships. Ace doesn’t do that, Ace is fake love and fake relationships and there is nothing under his lies, though he doesn’t act with the petty insecurities that Murrit harbors, he is all around heartless. It’s interesting because it is a contrast between two connected characters who though are oppositional, compliment each other nonetheless. All of the ancestors are like that with their descendants! It just sucks for Murrit that he got such a bad card draw. Oops this became a Murrit analysis I FUCKING LOVE FISH

That’s all I got, remember all of what I’ve said is subject to change because the ancestors probably have a page of accurate info on them BARELY. These interpretations I’ve made are based on what we’ve been provided already, which is not a lot! So if you have any questions I’d love to dive even more into my thoughts.

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ carmelo hayes

˚⋅insecurities get you a little bit more than comfort

˚⋅ contains black female reader, lowercase intended, insertion, major fluff, dirty talk, car sex, semi rough, semi public, unprotected sex (no glove no love), slapping, spit, orgasm, not much plot, girl in heat, self doubt.minors don’t interact

“pretty” is the way your boyfriend complimented you which felt like the twentieth time today. soft hands caressing your tanned legs placed in his lap as the faint smell of warm vanilla and cedar settled in the air.

upon a hill you both watched the pastel colors of the sky. the plum purple hue of the clouds covering the orange canvas with shades of light blue still visible as nighttime vastly approached.

a distinctive hum from his black camaro rivaled the slow jams playing from the radio sade’s kiss of life being a personal favorite of yours.

“what’s going on in that head of yours?” carmelo questioned his gaze softening as he noticed your detached stare and less boisterous personality.

you shrugged at the question not able to express your feelings. placing your empty cava bowl down by your foot and tasting your lemonade.

up until now today was perfect. from your coffin shaped full set to threaded eyebrows, and wispy lash install you felt complete.

not to mention his company and the swipe of his credit card at every service princess treatment was in full effect not that you complained.

but inadequate was the better word not because of your appearance but you lacked reassurance. the simple affirmation that you were enough to put your mind at ease.

“do you love me?” the question stung pulling at your own heartstrings as your mouth felt increasingly dry.

carmelo chuckled the weight of the situation going over his head as he thought you couldn’t be serious.

“of course. do you love me?” he responds a smile gracing his lips. eyes tender and gentle although failing to make you relax.

you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes an audible sigh escaping as you expected more. the air shifted uncomfortably around you as tears brimmed your hazel eyes.

it shouldn’t be this hard for a man to be vulnerable. begging for your partner to openly express his love with enthusiasm seemed like a chore.

carmelo turns towards you concern washing over him as the middle console adds for unnecessary separation his hand resting on your cheek as a single tear rolled down.

“come here.” his voice is deep as he adjusts the seat for room sliding it back and reclining for you to climb over the middle console. green sundress scrunched around your waist as you snuggle against him.

you spread your thighs legs resting on top of his as you shift your weight his hands coming to grip your waist securing you in place as if you would run away.

“you never have to question my love for you.” he’s firm lips trailing from your earlobe to your neck. as his finger toys with the band of your white thong.

the simple act leaving you flustered. in return you’re kissing his lips eagerly swirling tongues for dominance a fight you soon lose.

nestled together in the back of his car you’re riding his dick. panties and dress discarded as carmelo’s shirtless body is hot against the leather interior.

hands kneading your ass. swatting each time you swirled your hips. mahogany skin turning a deep crimson red with the way his plump lips sucked on your neck.

a snap back covering his shape up and fresh braids as you whimpered. the back seat of his camero leaving no room for this activity.

you’re a babbling mess being shushed as melo moves his hips slamming his length inside of you, his cock touching the spot that makes you dizzy.

“good girl let me take care of you.” he’s taking the lead and you comply head thrown back as you clench around him. wetness flowing down his legs onto the expensive leather.

at your best by aaliyah plays in the background the lyrics stimulating your surroundings as you questioned why you never had sex to music before.

the arousal peaking as you buried your face in his neck his name being being uttered a million times in the darkness.

“pussy so fucking good.” he breaths. the sounds of your cunt and ass slapping against him makes him crazy. mouth wrapped in yours as he spits you desperately swallowing in heat.

“daddy’s gonna show how much he loves you.” he’s spewing filth hands grabbing a handful of flesh as he cums deep inside of you.

the warmth rolling your eyes back as you orgasm cream sliding down his girth as you giggle lazily sliding next to him with a pout.

you lick the cum from his tip softly jerking him off with the same manicured acrylics he paid for earlier tantalizing him to another hard on.

“I’m in love with you because of your confidence, and your ability to appreciate the little things. you make me feel seen, and I’m sorry if I’ve done anything to make you doubt that.” the sincerity has you kissing his temple relived from what you felt earlier and ready for round two.

[cryptias-space]

I finally finished it!

Welcome fully to the world, human Lord's in Black!

My favorite design is probably Blinky and Tinky. The only one I'm not 100% happy with is Wiggly. I wanted to give him more detailed tartan pants but I just gave up. He has Christmas colors though, I thought it was funny. Nibbly having tanlines was a completely random choice. I think him having a bagel in his mouth gave me too much Aoi Asahina vibes and I was compelled for the tanlines lol

The story so far is that Webby got tired of her brothers wreaking havoc and decided they needed to see how hard it is to be human. She sent them all to Hatchetfield, with Wilbur Cross in toe to keep them in line, as human teenagers. She left Wilbur a book of everything they need to know, including new names and semi new human forms. Along with these new fully human bodies comes with human issues, like disabilities and mental health issues. (AKA more headcanons I can force onto them lol)

Individuals and more info under the cut

First up and shortest at 5 foot 4, Nibblenephim.

Nibbly is now named Nikolai Phillips, or Nicky for short. He is the only one of the LiB to have been put in an AFAB body due to his genderfluid identity and more feminine leaning nature. He does not mind this at all.

When Nicky goes to school he decides on joining the Culinary club, desperate to learn how to cook since Wilbur is so garbage at it. He is constantly being hit on by everyone at school and he takes advantage of it to make them take him to Pasqualli’s to get free food.

With Nibblys design I wanted to steer away from the classic Hairstyle. Everyone has his eyes covered, and while I do love that design so much, it would get in the way of his cooking and it isn't practical. I personally hc him as genderfluid and afab so I had to do it to him lol

The "human issue" I'm giving Nicky is ADHD and really bad memory issues. This is going to cause people to tease him for being dumb and while he jokes back about it, the teasing does get to him.

Second in at 5 foot 6, T'noy Karaxis.

Tinky is now named Tobias Kelly, or Tobi for short. Despite being 18 his goatee often makes people think he's older.

Tobi joined band, specifically as a trumpet player (iykyk), as well as joining the robotics club. He spends most of his time clinging to Peter Spankoffski and breaking into Theodore Spankoffski's home and workplace. He is constantly getting in trouble at school for being a class clown.

With Tinkys design I was going for a sort of extremely simple pastel goth or harajuku. Originally I wanted to give him way more of a Decora fashion but I didn't want him to look too complicated. He compulsively buys and plays with rubicks cubes (the colors are supposed to reference the Spankoffski brothers) also, notice the Tobi ♡ Peter friendship bracelet... Peter won't wear his lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Tobi is Autism and BPD. I feel like Tinky being autistic in any way makes sense, so Tobi is autistic with a special interest in puzzles and electronics (and the Skankoffski's but he won't admit that). With extremely sensitive ears and autism, he tends to have meltdowns often. And these meltdowns tend to be in public, causing people to judge him and think of him as a child. The BPD comes in with quick changing emotions, Ted and Pete being his favorite persons and getting extremely jealous and territorial. (I have BPD so I had to force this on him lol)

In the middle and completely average at 5 foot 10, Wiggog Y’Wrath. (He says he's 6 foot)

Wiggly is now named Waylon Webb. An obvious reference to the Waylon's and a painful reminder that Webby is the one who did this to them.

Waylon joined the chess team and quickly became the best player, and the leader. He also ran for student council president and won. He used his siblings skills to make sure he won. He bribed the student body with Nicky's food, annoyed the competition with Tobi's trumpet playing, and took amazing campaign photos with the help of Benjamin (Blinky). Percy (Pokey) refused to help him.

With Wiggly's design I wanted to go very simple and stick with the letterman jacket he had in NPMD. However... I had to give him red pants, I needed him to be Christmas colors lol I wish I spent time to figure out how to do his pants but alas, I am dumb. He wears the crown all the time, and it often gets stolen by Max Jägerman to tease him for being short

The "human issues" I'm giving Waylon is NPD. He views himself as better than everyone, save for a few specific people he views as equals. He struggles with self esteem and even if he would never admit it, what others think of him really matters. He often goes into crashes if the people around him ignore him too much, and he will go into highs when he gets too cocky. When he's in one of these crashes, Waylon gets extremely depressed and either isolates or desperately seeks attention. (I also have NPD so I had to force this on him lmao)

The second tallest at 6 foot 1, Bliklotep.

Blinky is now named Benjamin Thomas, or Benji for short. While he does have a face, his eyes being green if you're curious, he almost always has a phone or camera in front of his face.

Benji joined the photography club as well as the school newspaper. He writes almost exclusively gossip columns but the school eats it up. He does however take amazing photos for his siblings when needed, and also seems to have a strange obsession with amusement parks. Speaking of strange obsession, much like Tobi, Benji is often breaking into the CCRP building, but no one is quite sure why. Whenever asked he just says "an old friend" works there.

Blinky is my favorite design of the group I think. I knew I wanted him to be kinda feminine and lanky, but not as feminine as Nibbly and not as twink body as Pokey. His eye motif worked so well for the overalls and I feel like I managed to make eyes and overals not feel like The Minions lamo I also love the orange hair with the purple in it. The boots are supposed to be the knee high convers but in all magenta. I should have added the white on the toe but I forgot lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Benjamin is Hallucinations. I'm not knowledgeable enough to specify what disorder he has that's causing them, I'm leaning towards Schizophrenia, but again, I don't want to label it until I do more research. He often sees, hears, and feels things that aren't there. Most frequently he sees creepy, disembodied eyes surrounding him. When he hears things he often covers his ears and shouts to get them to go away, causing people to stare at him, which only makes him panic. His tactile hallucinations are almost always the feeling of bugs on and under his skin. (This is the type of Hallucinations I deal with so I had to force it on him lmao)

And lastly but definitely not least, the tallest of the human Lord's coming in at 6 foot 3, Pokotho.

Pokey is now named Percy Martins. He is the tallest and also has the deepest voice of the siblings.

Percy joins the drama club, obviously. He actually manages to get roles despite being a new student. He spends almost all his time in the auditorium practicing for auditions or the roles that he gets. Surprisingly he latched onto Richie the same way that Tobi latched onto Pete. Percy constantly asks Richie if he can come over to his house, and seems to know a surprising amount about Richies uncle. Just like Tobi and Benji, Percy is also constantly breaking into the CCRP building. When asked he will say "his muse" works there. He also has a deep seeded hatred for coffee bur refuses to elaborate on why.

With Pokey's design I wanted it to be comfortable but also elegant. To me he's giving Howl from Howls Moving Castle lol I was really determined to give him locs and honestly? I think I did a really good job for my first time! He has little jewels hanging out of them and also has his own mask as a necklace. The cane is very functional for him, but he definitely should have a different type of cane, possibly a different aid in general but he refuses to use the others because he thinks they're not fancy enough.

The "human issues" I'm giving Percy is chronic pain, POTS, and autism. The POTS and pain is what makes him need the cane. He often has to sit or lie down because of how light headed he will get. Also, he always has lots of water and salty snacks in his bag. He's autistic, special interest in musical theater. He has really bad sensory issues with textures, and much like Tobi, gets easily overstimulated. However, unlike Tobi, when he gets overwhelmed to any degree, he goes non speaking. This is really annoying to him, as he loves the sound of his own voice and hates not being able to speak. This causes him a lot of distress, which only makes him more overwhelmed.

That's it! I'm really proud of these designs, and I really hope to keep writing this fic idea. I love these fuckers so much

[parttimesoulm8]

Pete Wentz Has Gorgeous Hair: an analysis of the colors pete has done over the years (made by a stylist!)

hello foblr i'm a hairstylist and the only thing in life that brings me joy is looking at pete's beautiful hair. i've wanted to make a big post talking about this from a stylist's perspective for a LONG time. this post would be wayyyy too long to do a timeline of every haircut he's ever had, so i'm just gonna stick to talking about hair color and also what other chemical services i think he had/has. this is still gonna be super fucking long, so take a look under the cut!

before we get into the colors, quick detour to talk about the other chemical services pete has had on his hair. i've gone back and forth on this, but i don't think he used to relax his hair in the good old straight as fuck emo hair days. he said in this article in 2011, "the amount of maintenance that went into my [straight] hair was ridiculous" and "I want to get out of the shower and just be stoked, not think about how I don't want water to touch my hair." which would make a lot of sense if the only thing he was doing was straightening it. his side burns were always his natural texture, which they really wouldn't have been if he'd been relaxing it too. they were just too short for him to get with the flat iron. examples:

bonus picture of him straightening his hair:

that being said, i DO think he has a keratin treatment in the present day! his hair has a level of shine that i've seen in a lot of clients that have keratin, and it can be applied over processed hair without breaking it off. examples of the shine i'm talking about

there's still a little bit of wave in there when air dried, though! this is still common with chemical straightening treatments, they only relax up to 80% of the hair's natural texture, so this could easily be what it looks like if he'd just air dried and not straightened it afterwards.

okay, chemical treatment sidebar over. onto color! i can feel it in my heart that pete's hair lifts really easily. look at the ends of his hair, here. they're WHITE!

while i can't say i am intimately familiar with hairdressing in the 90s, from all the pictures of incredibly warm 90s highlights i've seen, i'm assuming toners weren't too common/nonexistent at the time. if his hair is that white without any toner, i KNOW it lifts well. i will return to the blond later, because i have a lot i want to talk about with him being blond.

man, i love pete with red hair. i will tell everyone in the world how much i do. i think all of these are semi permanent colors on top of bleach because of how vibrant they are. pete has also done that thing that every emo with naturally dark hair has done and died it Pitch Black which i fucking respect (i have done this too)

pink!!!!! i think this is an incredibly flattering color on him and it really brings out his eyes, i think he should do the pastel pink again bc it looks so fucking good on him

okay onto what made me wanna make this post! I wanna talk about pete being blond!

i can tell you with confidence that this is his hair without any toner. this looks like about 4-6 weeks of regrowth and there's some unevenness in the tone of the blond, but look at those ends! white as fuck! i really do think his hair can get to blond easily. i also think it's really funny when people call this era "lemon pete" because that's such a shady way of saying his hair looks brassy lmao, it looks different when it's toned!!

look at how gorgeous. his stylist is a saint. pete's all over bleach and tone with his long hair was so pretty but it also made me a little insane purely because of how long his roots often were, i know he's on the road a lot but i see these roots and it makes me want to cry as a stylist. it would be so hard to not get banding with roots this long.

YOU CAN SEE YOUR ROOTS FROM UNDER YOUR HAT PLEASE BOOK AN APPOINTMENT

and then one day i woke up and felt strangely at peace and it was because pete transitioned his bleach and tone into a balayage (which is much lower maintenance) this is when he first started it, i think they did some really blended highlights to start it off

it grew some more and they are definitely now doing a true balayage on him, look at how there's some blond that comes almost all the way up to the root but it's only really solidly blond at the ends. i think they also did some kind of lowlight on him based on the fact that he has no visible grays and that there's brown at the roots and also the mids but it's lighter than his natural color.

here's another good picture of what i'm talking about with the blond, it's focused at the ends only.

you can actually see the transition in this picture! I doodled on it to show you where the old bleach and tone was and where they started to blend it upwards

i also happen to know from listening to a podcast that he takes rly good care of his hair! he mentions that he uses olaplex which rly does not surprise me, of course his fancy LA stylist got him on the olaplex train. he also uses silk hair ties! all of this was incredibly sexy information to discover if i'm completely honest. pete has had fucking beautiful hair his entire life and i wanted to force everyone to look at it from the technical perspective that i do, thank you for reading!

[pjsk-headcanons]

Yall like neurodivergent headcanons?

L/N: Honami and Ichika are both autistic, with Ichika’s special interest being vocaloid because what else would it be? And not a ND headcanon but Saki would make pastel social media infographics to educate people about chronic illness + decorates her mobility aids with stickers :)

MMJ: Minori is 100% autistic; “more, more!” is a vocal stim. Shizuku is autistic and has ADHD (RSD hits her hard), as well as dyslexia, while Airi has dysgraphia. VBS: Will forever be an ADHD An & Akito truther, they and Toya and ADHD/Autism solidarity tm. Kohane has social anxiety; though I’d argue that’s semi-canon.

WxS: I think we can all agree that all four of them have more than a touch of the tism, and Nene canonically has social anxiety. “Wandahoy!” is echolalia for Emu :3

N25: Kanade has OCD, with her compulsions relating to her father’s condition. Like her brother, Ena has ADHD, as well as BPD. Mafuyu is autistic, and Mizuki is ADHD as well <3

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[hoodzgyal]

okay last little thought before i go to sleep (it’s 2:30 am and i gotta be up at 9)

okay but like idk i feel like jason is like. terrified of u when y’all first meet, in the gym connected to y’all’s shared apartment complex.

the cute little thing in matching pastel workout sets and leg warmers, that just so happens to train like she’s preparing for war.

like he’s incredibly unnerved but he’s also sporting a semi (which is rapidly becoming fully erected) in his gym shorts. he’s trying to be subtle but he genuinely can’t keep his eyes off of you. he’s entranced. did i mention he’s also painfully hard at this point ??? cuz he is. he’s rock hard rn. um. yea.

[daddyhausen]

• kinktober day three : sundress — cash wheeler •

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{ summary } — daniel could not keep his hands off you at your family get together upon noticing you wearing his favourite dress of yours

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, semi public sex, breeding, praise, body worship, groping, quickies, male + female orgasm, squirting, vaginal creampie, internal cumshots

{ word count } — 1k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x cash wheeler

{ genre } — smut

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he could not keep his eyes off of you

admiring the gorgeous yellow sundress you wore it was his favourite

the dress long and flowy, decorated with little pastel pink flowers throughout, the sleeves short and ruched same as the bust,

a slit down the side, not enough to expose anything but enough to get his imagination to run wild

a gulp grew thick in his throat, trying to not seem as intoxicated by your beauty as he would have liked to have shown.

he saw you with your niece across the yard, that natural maternal instinct running through you as she came crying to you

unknown as to why, he watched on as you consoled the little girl, planting a gentle kiss to her forehead, followed by a warm embrace

the act made daniel’s heart swell with adoration, a small smile forming across his lips

“you look so damn good in that dress, you know that” his voice deep and sultry, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close, subtly grinding against your hip

his lips gently grazed the skin of your neck peppering small kisses to the flesh

“i know” you respond back in a flirty tone, it only fuels daniel’s desire

“y’know…” he began trailing off in thought for a moment.

“you look even better with it off, darlin’”

he moaned softly against your neck, his kisses more feverish than the last

“god…” he groaned, feeling himself grow hard against your hip “if i could take you right here, i would…”

as much as you enjoyed that sentiment. you would happily obliged if you were not surround by relatives

“daniel…we can’t…not now…”

you tried desperately to hold back a moan, his lips trailing down to your collarbone

he could tell you were enjoying yourself.

“come with me” he whispered, taking you by the wrist, dragging you back inside

the backyard had grown pretty crowded for his liking.

he dragged you to the bathroom, being the nearest room

quickly locking the door behind you. your back now pressed against it.

he did not hesitate to attack you with a flurry of kisses once more

his movements feverish, prying up the skirt of your dress until your panties were in view

“d-daniel…” you stuttered through a moan, the pads of his fingers tracing delicate shapes against your clit through the fabric

“shhh baby…don’t want to get caught now do we?”

you shook your head in response, shuddering as his fingers pressed harder against your clit

“gonna be a good girl for me and keep quiet?”

“y-yes daddy…” you stammered

he hummed softly with contentment, planting a sweet kiss to your lips.

“you look so fuckin’ good…makes me wanna put a baby in you”

daniel’s hand smoothed across your stomach, caressing it.

“you pulled him close, arms wrapping around his neck

“well what are you waiting for?” you retorted playfully, leaning in to plaster chaste kisses to his jawline

he tugged your panties to the side, without warning, flipping you around.

your head pressed against the bathroom door, pretty ass sticking out for him to gain some leverage

he slipped into you with ease, your cunt drenched from his constant pursuit of you

“oh god…you feel so good princess”

your hips bucked against his even before he started moving, just letting you grind against his cock as he gathered his baring.

he wrapped a hand around your mouth to dampen your moans, the reverb of the bathroom created a heavenly sound.

he delivered a particularly harsh thrust to begin with, a small squeak of pleasure left your lips

“be quiet, princess…” he reminded, to which you made futile attempts to silence yourself.

“gonna fuck a baby into you darlin’” he began, trailing off into his own thoughts, proclaiming them out loud

“you’d look even more beautiful with you belly full of my seed…fuck-“ he grunted, pausing stern the sentence to catch his breath

*you’d be the perfect mother, sweetheart…our kids will be lucky to have you”

he pulled you back against his chest, kissing you with such an intensity and passion that was not uncommon in your little endeavours

but this…it felt so much more intimate

“i love you…” you muttered against his lips

“i want nothing more…”

he increased the speed of his thrusts, enjoying the sounds of your muffled moans against his palm

how they grew increasingly louder and more desperate

“shhh princess…” he reminded, hearing the chatter of your relatives from outside

he could feel his pace faltering, his end nearing

he held you close by the waist, filling you up without warning

continuing to fuck you through his orgasm until you spilled over.

“god…i love you…” he panted, admiring the way you gushed around him. how his cum was dripping out of your void

you merely hummed contently. mind far too fucked out to even create a response.

he pulled out of you, fixing your panties, much to your dismay,

smoothing down the stray strings of hair that cling to your face with perspiration

“we should probably get back out there before your family gets suspicious” he chuckled nervously

“yeah we should…” you replied with the same on edge tone, quickly fixing the skirt of your dress to seem more presentable

“hey daniel…?” you questioned. he merely peered up at you with a gentle gaze

“round two in the car when we leave?”

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[neowinestainedress]

for your eyes only | jeong jaehyun

title: for your eyes only | part of christmas must be something more

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc

summary: jaehyun doesn't know it yet, but he looks really pretty in pink.

genre: smut, non-idol au, established relationship, (implied) polyamorous relationship, smutmas

warnings: cross-dressing | public (kinda), cross-dressing, feminization, sex toys (anal vibrator), oral sex (f receiving), lot of praises, pet names, pegging, overstimulation, coming untouched, dubcon (when will jade and jaehyun stop trying new kinks without talking before? never. that’s it, that’s the dubious consent, jae is unsure as always but he discovers a new kink so...) sub!jaehyun, dom!oc

words: 6.565k

taglist: @webscreams @multislut @roxyvogue @dullparadisewithtxt @yutas-princess02 @seongwhaffels @cosmiczen @adorejhyun | couldn't tag: @yutascoffee127

a/n: babygirl jaehyun brain goes brrrr. the clothes he wears are linked, i tried to describe them cause i know it gives wattpad 2012 but i thought that with pictures you could visualize it better

Jaehyun had no idea how he ended there, walking around the mall trying to seem unbothered by the random vibrations that were making him go crazy. 

Or well, he did. It was Jade’s fault as always.

“You want me to wear this outside?” Jaehyun squealed once Jade’s words hit him as he turned the butt plug in his hands, looking at it with wide eyes. 

“Mh, mh,” she hummed as if she didn’t propose anything scandalous. 

Well, not like they were going to do anything wild that day, it was just an afternoon to go shopping at the mall for fun since the others were busy or anyway weren’t in the mood to go out. 

“I — I…” he stammered. “Why don’t you do this with Taeyong? I’m pretty sure he would be absolutely down for it.” 

She chuckled, finishing fixing her hair in the slicked-back ponytail with the side bang, and then turned back to him, still unaffected by the whole thing. 

“It’s just for fun, it’s not like I will fuck you somewhere in the mall,” she teased with a smirk before winking at him. 

“Okay, then why?” 

“I want you to be ready for when we come home and I can peg you.” 

“Again?” 

“You had a blast last time, don’t hide it, you came like three times and two untouched so you can’t say you don’t like it.” 

“Fine,” he huffed before his face blushed red and he asked, “Can you prep me?” 

But after years Jaehyun still had no idea how she could have so much power over him and convince him to do anything. Not that they couldn’t stop if he didn’t want to, but he didn’t really want to. 

It was fine, for now. The long sweater and the coat were hiding his semi-hard boner and since it was Wednesday there weren’t many people around. The vibrations were also always very low or zero, and the feeling of being filled was oddly nice. 

Everything was going overall well, walking around the different shops holding hands and bags as they looked around for gifts and things they needed. 

“I need to buy some clothes,” Jade exclaimed, dragging him into a shop. 

“Clo-closet empty?” He asked when they were halfway through it, confused by the number of skirts and sweater tops she was picking up, but she didn’t answer. 

“Do you like this pink top?” She asked, ignoring his words, picking up a button-up pastel pink cardigan that reached just above the navel. 

He hummed. “It’d look a-amazing on you,” he forced out, even though he didn’t really get the point of wearing cropped tops in winter, but they were indeed cute, especially on her. And he didn’t even understand why she was giggling at his answer but the low vibrations down there weren’t making him dare to let out many words, afraid moans were going to come out instead.

“I — I don’t think we can both come in together,” he mumbled when she pushed him into the fitting room with her after getting everything she needed. 

“I’m sure none will care,” Jade replied, smiling at him. 

“Are you going to try them on?” He asked, eyes skimming over her body nervously as he bit his thumb’s nail. Seeing her half-naked was the last thing he needed, to be honest. “Why are you smiling like that?” His voice was shaky and low, trying to understand the look on her face. “You don’t… you don’t want me to…” he whispered incredulously, gaze now falling on the skimpy clothes she picked. 

“You don’t want to look pretty for me?” She asked, voice gentle and head tilted to the side, staring at him softly. 

“I don’t… I’ve never done this, I… what if somebody comes in?” 

“The door is locked, and I’m pretty sure that nobody would barge in without at least knocking first.” 

“I’m a… I mean, I’m a man and those are…” he almost whimpered, voice shaking more. “Like there’s nothing wrong with it, and clothes are clothes, it’s just I — I’ve never seen myself like this.”

“I know,” she replied, turning around to look through her bag and grabbing something. “Are you totally uncomfortable with that?” She checked in. Jade knew that trying something like this out of the blue and in public was a big move, especially with him. Taeyong wouldn’t have blinked an eye, probably he would’ve even picked something himself that he wanted to try, considering how much he found out he loved wearing her clothes, but Jaehyun was totally new to this, and she couldn’t risk making him uncomfortable. 

Jaehyun gulped, biting his lips, she looked amazing in pink soft typically considered feminine clothes, Taeyong looked pretty wearing those clothes but he never, never, imagined wearing anything of that kind. No matter how much he found that peachy pink beautiful and how soft most of the things felt to the touch… there was nothing wrong with that, but he wasn’t like that. 

Yet, here he was. 

Seriously pondering if he should’ve given in or not. He breathed deeply, they could’ve stopped at any moment, Jade would’ve never forced him into something he wasn’t comfortable with, and maybe it would’ve turned out a fun thing to try. 

“You won’t mock me, right? This is — shit — not to make fun of me?” 

“No, peach,” she replied, caressing his face, “I’d never do that. I’ve been thinking you’d look amazing with something softer. There’s nothing that deserves shaming in wearing feminine clothes, or make-up. You are a very pretty boy and I think you’d look amazing in those clothes.” 

And when his cock twitched in his pants at that pet name, he knew he was too far gone to tell her no. So he hummed, gaining a comforting smile. He was with her, nothing could’ve gone wrong. 

“Wear this,” she said handing him a pink-laced panties. 

“These are yours,” he whispered, it was embarrassing but he remembered all her lingerie by heart. 

“Yeah, I’m not going to make you try this stuff like this.”  

“But I’m… I’m big,” Jaehyun mumbled, the tip of his ears turning red as he stared at the floor. 

She chuckled, well, that was the point of everything. “It’s fine, they should cover pretty much of you… if you’re not hard.” 

He hummed, turning around, and starting to get rid of his pants and underwear, disgusted by the way the black boxers had a visible wet patch on the front. He held in a whimper when the fabric brushed against his — pretty much — hard cock and then turned around. 

“Are you okay?” She checked in, lifting his lowered head with two fingers. 

He nodded, lips pressed together. 

“Good,” she replied, kissing him gently. “If it gets too much we’ll stop,” she reassured him. “I know it is a pretty rough start for something like this since we’ve never done this.” 

Jaehyun smiled, heart jumping in his throat when she looked through the skirts. 

“We’ll start with something long, okay?” She said, picking up a knee-length black skirt with white lines that formed black squares. 

“That’s long for you?” he asked, eyeing the piece she was holding. 

“It’s long, babe.” 

“It’s mid-length for me, it will never arrive at my knees, fuck.” 

“Try it,” she handed it to him. “I’m sure it’ll look amazing. The white lines are pretty.” 

He grabbed it with shaky hands. “You… you’ll look?” 

“Want me to turn around?” 

“No, no,” he stopped her, voice dying in his throat. “I — I feel… need your comfort.” 

She smiled, “I’m right here, babe. You’re doing good.” 

And with that, he slipped into the skirt, the soft fabric slipped easily around his thighs and then on his waist, sitting pretty on his hips… weirdly prettily he thought as he swirled around to look at himself in the mirror. 

“You look beautiful, do you like it?” She asked, caressing his hips softly. 

“Mhh,” he hummed, “it’s nice… I guess.” 

“Do you feel like trying a top too?” 

“I don’t… I don’t think they’ll fit me.” 

“We’ll make your big boobs fit somehow,” she joked but the comment made him redden even more. 

“No, no, please,” he mumbled when the vibrations picked up as he pulled his sweater off and tried to grab the white woolen sweater she was passing to him. 

“I’m sure you can take it, right? You can be my good boy?” 

“Ye-yeah, be good… for you,” he whimpered, turning around trying not to fall on the ground and looking at the mirror as he tried to get into the top. “I’m stuck,” he whined, struggling to pull down the sleeves. 

“Here,” she reassured, pulling it down for him and then fixing it on his body. 

“Thank — thank you,” Jaehyun whispered, lifting his gaze to the mirror. “I think it’s, umh, a little tight.” 

“It looks good on you, though,” she said, now caressing the exposed bit of his waist that neither the skirt nor the top covered. “We can don’t buy it though if you don’t like it.” 

“Yeah, I — I want to, mmph,” he whimpered, hand flat against the wall in front of him and legs pressed together as the vibrations picked up again. “Not fair.” 

“You want?” Jade asked, ignoring his words, raising the vibrations even more, hearing his breath getting heavier. 

“The — the pink.” 

“The top or the skirt? Or both?” 

He turned around struggling on his knees, already hating how overwhelmed he was. “You choose.” 

“Maybe you can try this one?” She proposed. 

“It’s… it’s a dress.” 

“A beautiful dress, you loved it before when I took it.” 

“On… on you,” he replied, swallowing hard. “You’d look, uh, pretty, you’d look so so — fuck — pretty.” 

She cupped his chin. “You’d look pretty in it. Try it. We’re here for you.” 

He nodded, soft mumbles spilling out of his mouth senselessly, getting out of the skirt easily. “I’m stuck,” he almost cried when the top blocked him again and he shivered when he felt her touch on his abs, holding in a moan when her fingers grazed his sensitive nipples. “Here, baby boy,” she kissed him slowly before passing him the dress. 

“It’s silky,” he noticed, feeling the fabric in his hand, “I might like it.” 

“Silk dresses are the best, they give me the best confidence boost,” she said, helping him put it on, the fabric stretching around his fit muscles, and then wrapping around his body perfectly, falling loosely around him. 

And it did feel good, somehow he liked the way the material felt on his skin, and the way it fell on his body, the v-line showing most of his chest, the long sleeves dropping softly on his arms. 

“So?” She asked

“I — I like it,” he confessed and then a low moan rolled out of his lips when, swinging the skirt, it brushed against his tip. “I’ll take it off, now.”

“Skirt and pink top, now,” she cheered, putting the white top aside to remember not to buy it. “Your favourites.” 

He blushed harder, a faint smile on his face and anticipation rising until he realized he was naked, hard on, vibrating toy in his ass, and laced panties in a fucking fitting room. “I — I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, covering, making her lift a brow. 

“The wet stain on your panties says otherwise, baby.” 

“No, I… I’m so… so…” 

“Pretty? Beautiful? Graceful?” 

“Exposed.” 

She walked closer, pressing her lips on his, kissing him harder. “There’s only me, peach. And to me, you look amazing.” 

He nodded, feeling high on pleasure, disconnected, “I — please, slow — slow them.” 

“Put the skirt on first.” 

“I — I can’t, no, fuck,” he cried, voice clipped, abs twitching as the vibration got higher again before slowing down, the ups and downs cutting his breath short. 

“Skirt,” she ordered. 

He tried to move in it, almost falling to the ground, feeling it was impossible to move. “It’s small.” 

“It’s perfect.”

Jaehyun turned around in the mirror, “You can see my butt,” he said in a high-pitched voice. “And my… my, fuck.” 

“Your cock in those pretty panties? Yeah, it looks beautiful.” 

He started to tap his feet on the ground, swallowing harder. “I can’t.” 

“You can, you’re doing pretty amazing even if you’re making a mess.” 

He looked down, shivering at the way he could feel the pre-cum stick to the fabric of the panties. 

“Need help with the cardigan?” She asked, and he hummed, letting her put it on him, this time without teasing the sensitive buds on his chest. 

“See, they look pretty together, do you like the way it feels?” 

“I like the top,” he confessed, touching it. “I look good, yeah, fuck.” 

“You look really fuckable,” she teased, making him lose a beat. 

“Is it… a compliment?” 

She hummed before touching him with one hand as the other controlled the vibration making him bend over. “No, baby, up,” she said grabbing his hair and pulling him back against her. 

Jaehyun’s eyes went wide when their bodies touched and his back pressed against her. 

“Are,” he started, words dying in his mouth, “are you wearing the — shit, shit, fuck —” 

“I can’t wait to go back home to fuck you,” she whispered against his ear, pressing the strap-on harder against him.  

“No, no, we really, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he whined, voice shaking and heart pounding loud. 

“No one will hear,” she said, moving a hand forward to touch him and starting to kiss his neck. “Well, If you keep quiet.”

“No, no,” he cried, even if his body bucked against her. He did want her, so fucking badly, and he wouldn’t even have minded this if he was more used to it, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He was so bad at this, he wasn’t like Taeyong, or her. They were really good at following the rules, at knowing what they were doing, but he was terrible. 

“Orange,” he cried, tears spilling down his face and she immediately pulled away, shutting the vibrator down and turning him around. 

“Hey, baby, look at me,” she ordered with a caring tone, caressing his face. 

“I… I’m sorry,” Jaehyun whimpered. 

“No, no,” she reassured. “No apologies, babe, we said we would stop. I’m sorry, I should’ve known this would’ve been too much for you.” 

“I want you.” 

“No, you don’t need to force yourself.” 

“No, please, can you,” he panted, sitting on the stool but regretting when the toy pushed against him, “can you listen? I said orange, not red.” 

“Yeah, right, I just, okay, go on.” 

“I… I want you, and I wa-want to do this,” he said, pointing at the clothes, “but at home. I want you to fuck me at home, I don’t think I’m ready for this, I know I’ve been prepped by now, but I don’t feel, I don’t feel used enough to that, we never do it and you’re good, you’re so good, you’re the best, I’d let you do anything but I — I’m not like —” 

She shushed him with a kiss, caressing his face, “It’s enough, no need to compare, okay?”

He nodded, reaching closer for another small kiss. 

“Should we buy these things and go home?” She asked, quirking a brow when he stayed there. “Jae?” 

“Baby, call me, baby.” 

She smiled tenderly at him, cheeks flushed, body slumped against the wall, fit thighs barely covered by the small pastel pink mini skirt and he looked so fucking cute in that soft cropped cardigan. 

“Fine, baby, can we leave?” 

He shook his head, voice coming out as an embarrassed whisper, “I need to come, please. Can’t make it at home.” 

“Are you sure you’ll buy that skirt?” 

“Fo-for me?” He asked, confused because he couldn’t quite understand the correlation with his request but, for the condition he was in, he couldn’t even be able to add two plus two, so he didn’t think it through. 

“Yeah, for you.” 

“Yeah, I like it,” he replied. “You… you don’t want me to wear it outside, right?” 

Jade smiled, almost chuckling. They didn’t define their reversed dynamics, mostly because having him on his knees seemed to be a one-time thing. Nothing of that kind ever happened again, well, apart from her trying to have some dominance but it always ended with him on top. So she didn’t even think they had anything to discuss, so technically she couldn’t even ask him to go that far, but it was cute that the thought didn’t cross his mind. 

“No, I think I’d like to keep this for my eyes only… for now.” 

“And not even the others, right?” 

She shook her head, grabbing the remote and raising the vibrations unexpectedly, making him moan loudly. 

“Are you insane?” 

She laughed, and he let his head roll back when they didn’t stop. 

“Is everything alright?” A voice from the outside asked and Jaehyun’s eyes went wide. 

“Oh, umh,” he mumbled, trying to calm his breath but the vibrations kept being steady, “yeah, thanks, I mmh, turned and — shit — sorry, dumb me stubbed the toe against the seat.” 

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

“Yeah, it, ah, hurts, but it’s… fine, it’s fine, thanks.” 

“Alright, if you need anything we’re at the desk.” 

“Thanks,” he forced out, looking at Jade with what wanted to be glaring eyes but he was just a mess. 

“It’s too much,” he whispered, gripping the seat under him, knuckles going white. 

“You said you wanted to come, didn’t you?” 

He nodded, lips trapped in his teeth, feeling his brain fogged as not only the vibration kept going but now the toy pushed deeper into him. 

“Kiss me,” he begged, “please, tell me, tell me I’m doing — fuck — good. I’m your good boy, right? Even if I — even if I — fuck — stopped you?” 

She kissed him, “yes, you are always my good boy. Good boys know their limits, right?” 

He hummed, bucking his hips up to get more contact with her. 

“Good boys look pretty in their pretty feminine clothes.” 

“Yeah.” 

“And good boys come in them, too, right?” 

Realization hit him, “their not, not mine, not yet, not — fuck — ” 

“You will ruin them I’m sure, we’ll have to buy them.” 

“They will — shit — they will know, no, uhm,” he moaned, rolling his head back, making his lips bleed from how hard he was pressing to hold back the moans as he felt the orgasm approach. 

“I’m pretty sure they know already.” 

He shook his head, tears starting to roll down. He didn’t want to make an embarrassing mess but it was either now or in the pants he was going to use to walk to the car and in the middle of the mall. 

“Please,” he moaned. 

“Come for me,” she ordered, raising the vibrations and sending him over the edge, knocking the breath out of him, eyes snapping open before squeezing shut as he felt the waves hit him. 

“Good boy,” she kissed him, chest panting hard. “Good, good boy.” 

“I need, need a moment,” he breathed out.

She chuckled, messing his hair playfully. 

“Fuck, I…” he whispered, looking down, “I made a mess.” 

“Pretty much. We can clean it up a little if it helps.” 

“What if they ask why we’re buying something ruined?” He cried, bringing his hands on his face but when Jade kneeled at his level and started cleaning him up with a wet wipe he felt like crying. 

“Better, babe?” 

He nodded. “Tha-thank you.” 

“I feel generous,” she said, chuckling, “I go to do the checkout and you’ll wait for me outside, okay?” 

“Are you sure?” 

She nodded, standing up and leaving a peck on his lips in the way. “You already crossed enough limits today,” she said. “And I need this to be over because I am not finished.” 

When they arrived home they rushed upstairs, not even caring to check if somebody else was home. 

“My panties look good on you,” she whispered, leaving him bare, the only thing covering him being her underwear that he never took off. 

Jaehyun’s head lowered, too embarrassed to look at her. Hating the way his cock was hard once again, dripping pre-cum desperately. 

“You’re so pretty when you’re embarrassed, you know?” She said, caressing his face, and lifting it from facing the floor. “When you stammer, when your voice shakes and gets higher, when you’re all red.” Her lips met his in a soft kiss before she pulled away, picking something from the bags full of clothes. 

“Wait — you — you want me to wear it?” He asked, gulping hard, staring at the pink clothes in her hand. 

“What have we bought them for?” She cocked her head, winking. 

Jaehyun nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course, of course,” he mumbled. “Can — can you help me with the cardigan? It — it gets stuck, and I — I —” 

Jade kissed him, stopping his ramble. “I’m here, I surely will help my pretty boy to look like a doll.” 

Jaehyun groaned in a high-pitched voice at the name, shivering when her fingers caressed his body. “Don’t tease me.” 

She chuckled, humming under her breath before she told him to lift his arms and pushed the soft fuzzy cardigan on him again. “It looks so good on you, baby boy.” 

His face colored of a bright pink again, looking down to admire how the top laid on him and found it hotter than he wanted to. But when she handed him the skirt he hesitated again, groaning when he had to bend to slip it on before it sat on his hips just like before. 

“Do a twirl for me,” she ordered, and he obeyed with no second thoughts, shivering and whining when the skirt flew up and exposed him even more. “So, so pretty,” she praised, voice sultry and low. “Get on your knees.” 

“On — on my knees?” He stuttered, eyes moving quickly around, thinking he heard wrong. 

“Yes, babe, now.”

Jaehyun nodded, kneeling, whimpering when his dick brushed against the laced texture and pressed against his thigh, the toy still filling him, enough to drive him insane even if it wasn’t vibrating. He had no idea where he found the strength to look up, but he was glad he did when she started to undress, the heavy clothes dropping behind on the chair while she was only in her expensive bra, the strap-on toy hovering over him now that her panties where on the floor. He didn’t even know what took over him when he voluntarily leaned in and licked the tip while looking straight into her eyes, but none of them could care about the reason why, when this was so hot. 

“Good boy,” she praised, holding the base and pushing closer to him, waiting for his mouth to open, pushing half the size in. “Get it all wet for me so I can fuck you hard.” 

His eyes closed at her words, cock throbbing in his panties and he was glad the skirt at least covered that and the embarrassing amount of cum leaking out of his slit. 

“It’s big,” he mumbled when the tip reached his back, and his eyes looked up at hers, shivering at the way she was staring at him, drifting his gaze when she chuckled and just started moving her hips against his face. 

“Just like yours, isn’t it?” She teased, grabbing his hair to tug them behind and push the toy deeper in his mouth, making him gag on it and mumble words she could barely understand. And she knew that if only that wasn’t a toy she would’ve come already. She couldn’t even remember seeing him go down on any of their boyfriends, but it was so hot to see him choke on a cock and make a mess. She could see the wet patch on the skirt. 

A louder moan rolled from her mouth when Jaehyun’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his moans got messier, hips moving around while he tried to get some kind of relief while he eagerly sucked on the toy as if she could come from it. She pulled out and he gasped, spit rolling down his chin and red eyes looking up at her, trying to breathe in some air. 

“Please,” he breathed out, chest panting and knees hurting against the floor, “fuck me, please. I — I need you.” 

Jade smirked, tilting her head, and caressing his face, smearing the mess before pushing it back into his mouth. “Want mommy to fuck you?” 

He nodded eagerly, gulping hard, swinging his hips side to side in anticipation. Shame long forgotten in the back of his brain. 

“Get on the bed, princess.” 

His brain spun at the name, legs barely supporting the weight of his body while he tried to run on the bed. 

“Let me take this out of you, okay?” Her hand moved to push his legs apart, moving the panties to the side to have space to push the toy out, his hole already ruined by all the stretch it had been put under for the entire day. 

“No, don’t take it off,” he screamed when she lifted the skirt, making her brow quirk. 

“Eased into it, baby boy? Also, I wasn’t going to, I told you I want to fuck you in these.” 

He hummed, relaxing again against the bed. “I — I like it. I look good in these and — and then — fuck,” he cried, for some reason still feeling ashamed, but he was pretty sure it got nothing to do with the clothes, it was her, it was always her, and the way she got his inside twist in the best way every time she took control. “The top is — is soft, mhh, like it.” 

She smiled, pouring some more lube on the strap before pushing in. His head rolled back as soon as the toy pushed past his rim, feeling the tip already stretching him more than the toy did. 

“Are you okay?” She checked, staring at him, smiling when he only nodded frenetically and tried to open his eyes. 

“Please, fuck me.” 

Her hands moved on his thighs until they reached the back of his knees and pushed them close to his chest, bottoming completely. “You’re so ready for me, baby. See, you should always listen to me when I tell you to do something.” 

“Is it — is it big-bigger?” He asked through ragged breaths, blinking his eyes as he tried to look down but failing to see anything other than his aching cock still pressed in the tight lingerie and her body pressed against him. 

“No, baby boy, it’s always the same. Want it bigger?” 

Jaehyun quickly shook his head, he could barely take this he didn’t even want to imagine something bigger, and when she laughed at his panicked face, he blushed red. “It’s just — I — I would fail you.” 

She shook her head, kissing his lips, and rubbing a hand on his boner, making him hiss and whimper through the kiss. “You won’t ever fail me, baby. You’re so good, just look at you now.” 

He hummed, nodding with his eyes closed, feeling on the edge every time her fingers grazed on his sensitive tip, the laced fabric sending stronger buzzes of pleasure through his bones. 

“You’re so hard, baby,” she moaned, pressing harder on him, watching as his body twitched. 

“Is — is it bad?” 

“How can it be bad?” 

Jaehyun didn’t reply, no words formed in his mind now that she started moving in and out with calculated thrusts. Jaehyun was honestly surprised at how different she was when she had control, nothing of his lazy, subby girl was there, not even a faint memory. Her hips snapped with force, her legs strongly kept her body up, and her hands wrapped firmly around his waist, little did it matter they barely fit around him, her grip was still strong and made him shiver. 

“Taking my cock so well, pretty boy,” she praised. Her eyes moved from his face to his legs, pussy clenching and dripping down the vibrator inside of her while she stared at his throbbing hard cock caged inside her pink panties and the skirt bouncing with every thrust. He truly was so pretty. A grin crept on her face when his hips started jerking up messily, a sweet reminder that he wasn’t used to all of this. And that only turned her on so much more, the way he was so vulnerable and open compared to their other times together drove her insane. There was something about having control over him that couldn’t compare to anything else. 

It was so good that she couldn’t even get mad when he came untouched in his, hers, panties, at this point it didn’t matter anymore, moaning and shaking. She didn’t care about rules with him, she just wanted to see his walls fall down, and the more he came, the better. 

“I — I made a mess,” he groaned, choking on a small sob, looking down where his cum stained her panties and his skirt. Shaken by the orgasm and also by everything that was going on, he felt so vulnerable and he felt like he could cry. But apparently Jade was unfazed by this and it still wasn’t enough. “I’m sorry,” he still blubbered, fearing she was disappointed in him. 

“I can’t drag you anywhere like you do with me, so I need you to turn around,” she ordered but with a smile on her face, staring at him with tender eyes that made him let out the breath he was holding in. “Face the mirror, pretty.” 

“I — I don’t think I — umh — can stand,” he cried out, chest still panting, and legs shaking. Jade smiled, it was cute how much he could keep up when he was in his dominant space compared to his sub-space. 

“You just have to turn on the bed and stand at the edge on your hand and knees,” she explained, caressing his thigh to soothe him. 

Jaehyun nodded, pressing his lips in a thin line as he gathered the strength to move even an inch of his body. But somehow he did, positioning himself in the position she wanted, watching her move behind him. Waiting patiently to feel her again. His eyes followed her move, silently admiring how she pressed against him, pulling down the drenched panties and throwing them at the side, and then pouring more lube inside his ass, making him twitch when the cold liquid made contact with his sensitive skin. 

“This skirt was made for you,” she praised, lifting it up, exposing his bare ass and sinking deep inside him, hitting his prostate with one go. Jaehyun’s head fell down, choked moans dying in his mouth as tears menaced to spill from his eyes. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” she ordered, grabbing his hair to keep his head up, forcing him to meet his wasted image in the reflecting surface. “See how pretty you are?” 

He hummed, biting his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open, the pleasure fogging his brain fully. 

“You are mommy pretty boy, aren’t you?” She asked, stopping her movement, “Aren’t you?” She groaned, tugging his hair. 

“Ye-yeah, fuck, yes, your pretty — umh,” he groaned, words dying in his mouth. 

She smiled, hips picking the same rhythm. “Good boy.” 

“Good — good girl,” he whispered, making her hips falter for a second, eyebrows quirking. 

“Me?” 

He shook his head. “M-me, please, wanna — wanna be your good girl, please. Please, mommy, let me — call me a good girl.” 

Jade was shocked, staring into his eyes in the mirror, not able to hide her expression. Not even Taeyong ever arrived that far, and that was the last thing she expect today — or ever — from Jaehyun. But just because she wasn’t expecting it, it didn’t mean she didn’t love it. So she shook her head, dusting out of her haze and started fucking him faster. 

“Want to be mommy’s good girl?” 

Jaehyun nodded, tears falling down his face as the overstimulation was making him shake. 

“You gotta work for it, don’t you know it?” 

He nodded. “Wan — want to be pretty for you, please. Fuck — fuck the pretty in me.” 

She chuckled tenderly at his words. “Oh, baby girl, you already have it in you, you don’t need me to fuck the pretty in you.” 

Jaehyun let out a whine, head rolling back, his adam’s apple moving up and down with every deep swallow of spit. 

“Look at me while I fuck you,” she groaned, leaning flat against his back, her cheek pressing against his, meeting his wet skin. 

His head moved back in place, blinking repeatedly to wipe away the clumps of tears. “Fuck,” he whimpered, “you’re — you’re so hot.” The smirk that formed on her face at his words made his head spin, she was hot and she knew it and kept using it against him and here he was, a complete brain-shut mess under her. He almost screamed when she pushed him a bit higher, just enough that more of his body could be seen in the reflection. 

Jaehyun couldn’t hold in the moans anymore, letting out high-pitched screams and desperate whimpers that never belonged to him. She wasn’t bigger than him, or stronger, yet he felt so small and helpless right at that moment that his whole body started shaking. Her strong scent, a mix between her natural one and the sultry perfume she was wearing, surrounded him whole, her hands all over his body, and her eyes staring intensely into him. He whined when his arms gave up, upper body falling limp, almost tumbling on the floor if only she didn’t hold him up, and then dragged them both further into the middle of the bed. 

“Don’t be clumsy,” she warned, leaving a smack on his ass. 

“’m sorry,” he whined, cheek pressed against the duvet. “Too good, you’re — you’re too, too good.” 

She couldn’t say anything; it was too good. The sight in front of her was driving her insane just as much. His pink, feminine clothes wrapped around his fit, broad body, his soft brown hair dampened on his forehead, his cheeks flushed with red and wet with tears, and his whimpers and moans. That was everything she had dreamed of and more. So as a natural response her hips started snapping with more force against him. 

Longer, strained moans came from him, muffled by the sheets that pressed against his flushed face, mouth agape with some drool dripping unconsciously down the corner of his mouth, creating a wet patch. 

Her fingers grazed his cheek, moving her thumb in circles, smiling back when his lips turned into a fucked out smile. “You’re so beautiful, baby, you know?” 

Jaehyun hummed, eyes closed and ass arching up even more. 

“You’re taking me so well, taking mommy’s big cock as if you were made for me,” she praised, pulling his cheeks apart, and eliciting a deeper groan from him. 

“I — I don’t — I — can’t take it longer, please, Miss,” he blubbered, trying to lift his neck to look at her but he felt boneless. 

She smirked, the name ‘miss’ sparking a fire inside her. “Can you be a good girl and come without my hand?” 

“Yes, yes, just — just keep, keep fucking me,” he begged, head falling down the mattress again, whole body shaking, shivers covering his skin as he felt close again. His brain was so hazed with pleasure that he didn’t even realize he started fucking back into her, meeting her in the middle, soft flesh bouncing beautifully as she kept stretching him wide and deep. 

The last thrusts were sloppier, pleasure overwhelming both of them. Her nails dug in the exposed part of skin between the cardigan and skirt, while his sunk in the sheets. Loud and shaky moans filling the room with the harsh smacks of her hips against his ass. A wail ripped from his lips when the orgasm rippled through him, big hard cock throbbing while spurting out white cum, making a mess on the skirt and the bedding, thighs trembling and heart beating so fast in his chest he felt he could pass out. Jade’s orgasm wasn’t any less intense, the vibrations raised to the maximum and his whimpers, his face, and his body pushed her off the edge with force. 

The room was thick with sex air as they stayed there, her body collapsing on his, making him cringe when his skin met the pool of cum, but he was too tired to move or do anything. 

“You did so well, baby girl,” Jade praised, testing the ground with the feminine name, and sighing in relief when Jaehyun smiled at it and even blushed a little. His sub-space lasted a while, she could be quite sure of it now. “You accept challenges and ace them every time, I’m so proud of you, you know?” Her fingers rubbed the back of his head, grazing the neck, making him shiver. She kept praising him while leaving kisses all over his neck and shoulders, moving the soft top down to have access to his burning skin, her hands caressing his body until he stopped trembling. 

When she pulled out, Jaehyun whined, looking for her, moving his hands around. 

“I’m here,” she said, grabbing it. “Come here, let’s turn around and lay on the clean side of the bed for a while,” she ordered, helping him move to rest on the sheets, pushing the duvet off the bed. 

“Good girl, ugh?” She teased chuckling, brushing his hair back, after a few minutes of silence. 

“Shut up,” he replied, hiding in the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I get why you like being called that so much.” 

Jade laughed tenderly at his comment. “I really love how this fit looks on you, you know?” She said, caressing his chest, causing his face to blush red once again. 

“So, you weren’t mocking?” 

She shook her head. “There’s nothing to mock. I was a pink clothes hater too when I was fully immersed in my internalized misogyny era but thank god I’m out of it,” she laughed, making him giggle too. “And clothes are just clothes at the end of the day, so if you like something just rock it.” 

Jaehyun smiled, feeling safe and protected, another reminder that in that home he could’ve always been anything and they would’ve loved him anyway, it didn’t really matter that this thing didn’t start from him. “I really like it too,” he whispered, looking down at the clothes that were still covering his body. “I might actually wear it sometimes… inside the house… when it’s just us.” 

Jade smiled back, pecking his lips. “I don’t mind if something of you is only mine to see.” 

“Good, cause for now this will be for your eyes only.” 

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'Claire and Jamie''

Drawn by me

Pencil and semi-hard pastel on paper

I drew Sam Heughan as Jamie Fraser and Caitriona Balfe as Claire Fraser from the historical drama and the novel, 'Outlander.' I've always loved the TV series and have done a pencil drawing once before. Finally reading the original book the other day inspired me to draw these two strong souls again.

The process made me wonder how I could forget I loved drawing with pastel so much. I'll do more pastel drawing in the future.🖌️💙