#some pose practice kinda got away from me

[mugwot]

someone

[monarchberrysblog]

📄 — xx.emo_boy.exe (early y2k au)

now presenting…

⛓️🩷 kinktober | week three ��� dry humping and mutual masturbation

🖤 emo boy! miguel o’hara x pastel! reader 🖤

🎮 summary: “it may not look like he gets bitches, but honey, that dick was eleven inches.”

🎮 content warning: peeking under the skirt, voyeurism, public sex, mutual masturbation (kinda), dry humping, and switch behavior in both parties (more submissive behavior from Miguel.)

🎮 word count: +1.5k words (something smol)

🎮 author’s notes: I originally posted this last Wednesday, but I didn’t feel satisfied with the story's ending and layout. Take this as an unofficial sorry. And if the ending feels weird, I apologize in advance as well 😖

📀 not proofread 📀

Dedicated to @opaloharas and @miguelhugger2099, to my cuties. Thank you for the inspo and y'all deserve some mandarinas 🍊

Regulars. The best or the worst damn thing to exist on the planet.

But for Miguel? Seeing you as a regular in Spencers' always caused a flutter in his stomach. You were a pretty little thing that starkly contrasted in the dim store. The white ribbons in your hair and the pink and purple pastels made you glow. But the kicker?

The thigh highs you always wore.

The nylon material screamed to be ripped and accessible from your plush thighs. Every time you bent over to pick out a shirt or weekly browsing of piercings, he could have sworn that he heard the souls of your thigh highs wanting to be free, but they never ripped.

They either were little bows or fishnets. But your favorites? They were black thigh-highs with big satin bows, matching with your shorts or black skirts. The nylon thigh-high made you look soft, so soft to sleep on, to bite, and to squeeze.

But the little mini-skirts only fed his perverted ego—the tiny bit of fabric barely covered your rear, which caused you to flash anyone who happened to be within your radius accidentally. It has happened so often that he practically memorized your underwear drawer and how much you frequent his job just to look for clothes or piercings.

Being the bigger man, he asks you out. (In which you accept happily after he said he would help you take a couple of pictures for your MySpace.)

“Could you move to the right?” He mumbles, trying his best to not eye you with how you leaned on the marble headstone. “Should I arch my back?” You quip. Your fingertips graze the cold stone while you pose.

“Nah.” He dismisses, fighting back a blush on his cheeks and hoping the autumn air did him justice to blow the warmth off his cheeks. The digital camera's flash lit up the radius momentarily before the small digital device beeped an obnoxious tone.

“Damn, out of storage.” He huffs and turns the camera downwards, away from you. “Here, let me delete some old pictures.” You jumped off the marble, patting the cold stone and whispering a thank you.

You place a crystal at the foot of the grave and make your way over to Miguel.

He hands you the digital camera before looking around the flat land that is only filled with marble stone or flowers.

“Are we even supposed to be here?” He bites the question, seeing an old couple leave the graveyard, holding onto each other while shuffling away. “Yeah, graveyards used to be known as hangout spots.” You reply and push down on the tiny buttons on the digital device.

“I don't mean to sound like a pussy or whatever, but this place rubs me the wrong way.”

“Don’t worry. They mean no harm. Just respect them and don't step on their graves. I think we got enough pictures…”

He dismisses your statement with a grunt and haphazardly moves his feets towards you instead. He didn't need a heavy stomach after this.

There was no way that this was the cutesy, pastel girl at his job two days ago looking for cat plushies…

“I know it's early to call it a day, but,” You raise your brow and exhale a shaky sigh. “Wanna hang out a little while longer?” You exhaled a nervous chuckle as you fidget with the hem of your skirt, nearly ripping off the lacy frills.

His heart leaped into the back of his throat—the urge to scream a loud yell that was enough to wake up those asleep in the afterlife. “Yeah, sure. It's no big deal.” He answers with a light dismissal and shrugs.

The dried grass's vibrant orange and red leaves provided a stunning contrast to the color of your hair. The soft earth underneath cushioned you as you lay back, and a giggle escaped your lips. Slowly, he crawled over to you, and with the utmost tenderness, he planted a soft butterfly kiss on your cupid’s bow.

The soft gesture contrasted the careless nature he bumbled about. “This is new.” You quip, reaching up to comb a loose strand of hair away from his face.

As you lean in for the next kiss, the playful smirk on your lips fades away as a surge of sweet warmth envelops you, stealing your focus and drawing you into the moment. Tilting your head slightly, you tenderly press your lips against Miguel, savoring the gentle and innocent connection.

His gentle hands glided along the curves of your body, reveling in the warmth and tenderness as your skin resisted the chill of the cemetery.

His hand hovers the swell of your breasts, itching to ravish your warmth and softness. “You can touch me.” You look up at him through your faux lashes. His fingers were taut like a cadaver. He wanted to touch and ravish you like a seafood boil on a summer day. The goose pimples on his skin trembled and seeped into his core like poison coursing through his veins. “Right.” He exhaled and moved his cramped fingers to squeeze your breast gently.

Warm and soft. He did another squeeze as if he was confirming what he felt was genuine and it wasn't one of his perverted dreams from the night before.

“Your face… are you okay?” Your question plagues the silence. “Yeah, of course. You’re just… soft.”

“Can I take this off?” His eyes gesture at the pastel-pink sweater—his fingers toy with the zipper pull.

You nod adamantly as you squirm closer to him and pull yourself closer. His fingers tremble, but he manages to pull the zipper down. The sight of your simple tank top and hardened nipples peeking through the cotton top.

“Are you sure?” He swallows, ready to back down from the close proximity. “Yeah, go ahead.” You whisper and gently guide his hands back to your figure.

His crimson pools leaked into your honey ones, the contrasting colors mellowing out to one another into one. His mouth latches onto your clothed nipple, gently licking and sucking. His sharpened canine grazed the sensitive skin, earning a shudder from you.

He pulled away, leaving a wet patch against the cotton tank top. The dark color of your areola peeked through, pleading for more attention.

A soft growl escaped before he gently pins you down on the soft patch of grass. Your hand wanders down, snaking into his dark denim. The clothes bulge against your fingertips ignites a fire deep in your core.

A soft groan escapes him. You had him wrapped around your pretty little fingers. Quite literally. He jerks his hips towards your palm, seeking friction to relieve the aching, numbing pain in his lower stomach. “Wait, hold on…” You squirm about and pull your hand away.

Your hands move quickly, removing his chunky belts and disregarding the faux leather. You yank down his jeans to free him from the restraints of his jeans. He softly groans when your fingers gently probe at his tip. The taut, moist skin seeks attention, twitching for contact. Then, your warming palm firmly grasped him and gently began to move up and down his length. It felt as if his body took a screenshot. The sensation ached slowly as his body trembled for a release.

His pleads were soft, afraid of his voice being heard from unseen presence at the flat lands around them. He adjusts himself, and moves his hand down south. The wet slit against his fingertips enables him to gently rub the pads of his fingers at the thin, wet slit on the cloth. His fingers gently pull at the gusset, and finally, his fingers probe at your clit, rubbing the nerves in tight, slow circles. The slow build up caused you to squirm about, ready to coat his fingers.

Soft pants filled the cemetery while your fingers produced more squelching noises from each other’s bodies. “Give me a moment…” You pant, letting go of him and moving your clothed cunt toward the tightening friction of his jeans.

The moist, soft sensation against the bulge softened into him. He melted and adjusted the two of you, gently settling you down onto his hardening arousal. He gently moves his hips, seeking relieving friction to his aching cock. If he could, he could almost imagine the sticky coating of your juices seeping out of your panties and coating his cock. The imagery plagued his mind like a vice as he continued with the gentle motions against your clothed pussy.

The temptation to just slide in…

The sticky fluid snaps him back to reality, effectively staining your already-soaked lacy panties and his boxers. His eyes dart away quickly, and he sits back, getting off of you. The milky fluid contrasted the dark panties, evidence that he left his heavy load on you.

He pulls you close, his exhale trembling into an uneasy vibrato. When he feels your skin tight and cold to the touch, the warmth of his palms rubs against it, creating more goosebumps in their wake.

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[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

May I request a Top!Lee Know x Btm! Mreader. The reader decided to tease Lee Know by sending some nudes and even the reader wearing lingerie. Lee know couldn't do shit so he called home earlier and the reader gave Lee know a lap dance and riding him in the process.

SEPERATE WARNING(S):

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ READER:

role(s): Dominate/Power Bottom

genitals: Dick

name(s): Kitten (for a bit), baby (?)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ LEE KNOW:

role(s): Submissive Top

genitals: Dick

name(s): Bunny

WARNING(S): Lap dancing (never done this before), kitten/bunny name kink (I'm not into pet play), moaning and groaning, Dick riding, kissing, honestly that's all I can think of. You are wearing white lingerie with cat ears. Lee wears a bunny headband. Butt plug. Rushed writing. This might suck ass.

AUTHOR: Some of these requests got me really thinking like my writing skills aren't that good y'all..but thank you for requesting and I hope this pleases you!

P.S: Not only that, I kinda rushed this. I kept on going then stopping then going so I'm so sorry if this turned out bad.

Please like, comment or/and reblog! Thank you!

"GIVING YOU A SHOW!"

Fuck, he was hard. Why were you doing this? You knew he had practice to do with his members, yet you do something like this.

He bit his bottom lip, looking intently at the photos you are sending in full nude.

He saw you naked a couple of times, like changing, showering, and, well, sex, so this didn’t phase him one bit until one photo caught him off guard.

You are in white lingerie wearing a white cat-ear headband, posing sexually just for him.

His face looked neutral, but his ears were burning red as he tried not to get too hard in front of the cameras for SKZ-TALKER for fans who were excited to see next.

He kept staring until someone sat down next to him, making him immediately turn off his phone and throw his phone to the side. Luckily, it didn’t hit the floor, which could grab everyone's attention except the one who sat next to him.

“Hyung? Are you okay?"

He slowly side-eyes the man beside him until he quickly softens, noticing it is just Jisung.

Lee Know sighed as he tried to adjust himself to get comfortable, trying to hide his bulge from Jisung, others, and most definitely the cameras. “Yeah, it's just, something happened at home with [Your Name]...I might need to leave early..."

"Oh? Are they okay? Do you need any help?"

Lee Know just shook his head. "No, it's just a fever. Can you let the others know I'm leaving early? I promise tomorrow I'll make it up to them."

Jisung nods as he stands up and walks away to Chan to tell him. He watches as Chan stares at him and nods, letting him go.

He quickly grabs his stuff, bowing down a goodbye as he steps out of the dance room then leaves out of the building.

He can handle you later.

He lied; he cannot handle you later.

He found himself allured by your moves. Your hips were swaying as you pulled him by his collar, dragged him to the couch, and put on a bunny ear headband on top of his head. He even noticed his kids, the cats, weren’t here, so he assumed they were getting taken care of by one of your friends as per usual.

He was technically trapped by pleasure.

The way the white lingerie compressed your body, it was so hot, he could cum untouched, which was kind of pathetic now that he thinks about it.

You kept on teasing him with your dancing until you finally landed yourself sexually into his lap, your thighs between Lee’s thighs. You started to move your lower body, almost like you were giving him a lap dance.

Lee Know groans a bit as he feels your ass touching his bulge, struggling not to touch you to ruin your performance.

“Aww, my little bunny, you seem to be having a hard time trying not to fuck me... How cute." You whispered into his ears, smirking at your lover's weak state.

“Kitten, please…” Lee wanted more than just teasing; he was technically begging for the next main performance.

All you could do was laugh a little as you stopped moving your hips, stopping the friction as you just sat on top of his hard bulge.

Lee whimpers as he stares at you.

That’s when you sat up, leaving his lap, causing Lee Know to look at you confused.

“It’s the next performance, the main performance... Shall you join me, my bunny?"

Lee Know’s aching, hard dick twitched through his sweatpants as he quickly took it off along with his boxers. You laughed as you slowly took off the white panties that were holding your hard dick in place.

He was looking at you all hungrily; he could finally feel your pleasure from all the teasing you gave him.

You walked back to him, swaying him again as you sat on top of his lap, feeling his dick touching yours.

“Kitten, where is the lube? We should prep you first."

You shook your head as you grabbed Lee Know’s hand and reached behind your rim to feel the handle of the end of the buttplug inside of you. He groans as he pulls the buttplug out of you, feeling the lube spill a bit onto his fingertips.

You bit your lip as you sat yourself up again, lining his cock near your rim, teasing him again.

“Fuck, please stop teasing me, kitten; you have been teasing me." You cut him off by putting his whole dick inside your hole, and you both moaned.

You felt so full, while his dick felt so warm and a bit tight.

You grinned your body as you kissed his neck, Lee Know letting you take control.

That’s when you started riding his dick up and down, feeling his dick hitting your prostate, making you moan louder.

Lee Know moans as you continue riding him, almost at both of you guys' limits, as you feel his dick twitch inside of you, indicating he was about to come.

“My bunny, are you close?” Lee just nodded as you bounced harder until, finally, you both came. You leaned into Lee Know’s sweating body with your body, breathing heavily.

This shit was ass, my bad y'all 💀🙏🏽 I fr was having writers block and I cannot write smut for the sake of my life.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

I spent the entirety of this week reading BatFam comics and it DID NOT help the brainrot go away. I’ll make an extended rambling post about it later, but for now that means it’s time for Robin #2! Have some Red Hood! No, I didn’t read any Red Hood stuff, I just have an order in my head for how I’m drawing these idiots!

Initial traces with half-baked backdrop! Sooooo, Jason has two commonly used costumes, and I think it kinda just depends on the writer which one he gets (someone tell me if there is any rhyme or reason to which one is used). And sometimes they even mix and match like giving him the full helmet, but short sleeves and a vest. I couldn’t decide which one I liked better till I drew them a couple times, so you get both! On the one hand, I really like costume number #2, since it actually HAS a Red Hood and it allows for more expressiveness in his face. But, on the other hand I also really like the long sleeves and the biker jacket look, and it makes more sense practically to wear a full headed helmet.

Make it a chibi! Here, I do any remaining stylization by using my trace as a reference for a free handed drawing. For my style, that means make them chibi and make them precious. I don’t care if he’s an angry murderer, he is also a cute baby because that’s just how I draw. This is also when I really got a feel for what it’s like to draw each costume. By the time I was done, I had made a decision.

Characterization pose! Yup, I went with Biker Red Hood. I’m a real sucker for superhero costumes that are actually just really iconic plainclothes, so a really cool custom bike helmet, cargo pants, and a leather jacket are my vibe! I might still oscillate between the two in future drawings depending on what I need for that specific one, but anything with, like, a continuity will use this Red Hood. Like in the Nightwing post, the Red Hood text is traced.

A quick note about the scars: I know Jason got dumped in the Lazarus pit, but I think even before he accumulated a billion new scars by hanging out in the League of Assassins and then being a mob boss, it probably didn’t have enough time or juice to fix his old injuries. Too much power went to fixing his brain and all the injuries accrued from clawing out of his own grave and then bumming it on the streets of Gotham. I specifically included some head trauma from Crowbar and the Batarang scar from the incident in Under The Red Hood which still haven’t read and probably won’t get to for a while. I am also an advocate for the autopsy scar if I ever draw him with that much chest showing.

Finally, I mentioned in the tags for the last post that I colored Dick a little more brown because he is Romani, and that my Jason and my Damian are also not white. I head-cannon Jason as either half Latino or half Brazilian, and I tried to reflect that here.

Nightwing Edition Here!

[popodoki]

Hey, teacher! Part 8 (Catwin motorcycle au)

Thomas to the rescue x

"My God… is that your friend, Edwin?" Esther sneers, horrified.   

"Oh yes," he acts casual. Like this isn't completely bizarre. "It appears he was able to make it after all." Edwin politely excuses himself, pointedly doesn't walk away at full speed like a man escaping a death sentence.   

By the time he reaches Thomas on the street, at least 7 children have gathered around the shiny novelty of his bike, some of them are actually touching it. One child is gripping the handle bars and making 'vroom' noises. Thomas stands by, looking amused, answering their overlapping questions as best he can. When he notices Edwin, he smiles broadly, winking mischievously.   

Edwin comes to a stop, lifts one eyebrow at him.  

"I've come to rescue you, ghostie." Thomas announces, like its an obvious answer to a question Edwin didn’t pose. "This is real shit, isn't it? There isn't even any music. What kinda picnic is this?" Some of the children giggle at the curse word. "Also, babe, you’ve been here less than an hour and already you look fuckin' miserable." Edwin visibly deflates. He had been under the impression that he'd done a faily good job of hiding it. "Don't curse in front of the children." Is all he can think of. Right after, the realization that Thomas just called him babe comes barrelling through, and that is now all he can think of. 

"Well, come on then." Thomas throws his leg over, sits back on the motorcycle, pats the seat behind him.   

Edwin stares. 

Thomas stares back. 

Edwin’s mouth opens but it takes a second try to form the "What." 

"Come on, we're going home. There’s wine in the kitchen, and I’m pretty sure I saw a real nice vintage record player in the living room." 

"Thomas, I." Edwin shrugs helplessly, at a loss for words. "I can't just leave. And definitely not on that." 

"Course you can leave. Come on, say goodbye to- oops, here she comes." Thomas, vagrant that he is, can't even bother to hide the absolute glee spreading over his face. 

Heart in his throat, Edwin whirls around, sees Esther breezing towards them, a look of murder in her eyes. He braces himself, then deflates like a punctured balloon animal, with a slight wheeze he can’t quite smother behind a hand, when Thomas beats him to the punch, loudly. "Good afternoon! I remember you, tittering about yesterday, yeah? Never quite got your name, mine’s Thomas, Thomas King.”   

"Charmed." Esther clips out, curt, glancing at Thomas’ outstretched hand with disdain. 

"Pleasure's all mine, ma'am." Thomas quips, smoothly pulling his hand back, turning the motion into a tip of a hat that's not there, leans forward. "Say, you had a good look at her yesterday, I got her all cleaned up just earlier,” Thomas pats the bike’s seat, smiles wide, on the edge of too much so, "can I interest you in a ride around the block?" He pats the seat again, tilting his head just a bit to the side, towards her, making sure that Esther catches the challenge, the confidence in the invitation. 

Esther almost reels, recoiling with disgust. "That's a very emphatic NO from me, Mr. King. Edwin, dear boy, do come back when you're,” she waves her hand in the air, gesturing in the vague direction of where Thomas is practically preening, perched on his shining bike, arms crossed, “done, with all this." Her message is clear. Get rid of him.  She stalks away, every muscle in her body so tense, Edwin is surprised she can walk at all. When he turns back to Thomas, he sees him offer a cheeky fingerwave at her retreating back. 

When Edwin gives in to the urge to swat his arm, Thomas laughs and laughs, giggles like a child that's just pulled off a particularly dirty prank, looks just as faux-ashamed only when he fully refocuses on Edwin, and his wide-eyed stare at him. "You do realize, I'll pay for that later?" Edwin whispers from behind his clenched teeth. 

"Ghostie. What's she gonna do? Come on, now's your chance. Hop on." He scoots forward, making room. 

"I told you, I can't. I, I just-" 

"Edwin." Thomas looks him right in the eye, expression serious. "Don't worry. It's just a picnic. It'll go on without you. Who cares about what Esther says anyway? Who cares about the people who would care about what an absolute witch like Esther says?"   

The sound of his name coming out of Thomas's mouth is what calms him. Yet at the same time, his heart rate triples, he feels a surge of adrenaline. "I won't fall off?" He eyes the thin strip of seat behind the other man. It doesn't look at all secure. "Not if you hold on." Thomas starts the engine with a wink, and the nearby hovering cloud of children all exclaim in wonder at the noise, laughing, covering their ears. Some of their parents look decidedly displeased. Edwin takes a deep breath, wipes his sweaty palms on his overcoat, forces himself to throw a leg over the motorcycle, tucking up close to Thomas, an arm around his torso. "Sorry." he apologizes over the din of the engine, though he's not sure for what exactly. For touching him? 

"S'alright, babe. Hold on, we're going to be making a quick exit. The wicked witch is decidedly not happy." Thomas pulls a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket, the motorcycle jerks forward, scaring Edwin half to death. He reflexively clings harder, pretending he didn't make a high-pitched yelp out of fear. He doesn't dare look back, to see people's reactions as the motorcycle roars away. He doesn't even want to entertain the thought of how Esther Finch is going to handle him running off without saying goodbye.   

They've gone through two corners, when Edwin realizes he's still clinging to Thomas, perhaps a little too hard. He tries to loosen his grip, he really does, but every time the motorcycle makes the slightest motion underneath his legs, he's worried that their equilibrium will be shattered and he'll go spiraling to the pavement. Also, it's an easy excuse to hold him without any guilt. This was Thomas's idea, after all. Edwin is blameless for clinging. He presses the side of his face against the leather-clad back in front of him. The smell of leather is divine, and he can feel Thomas's ribcage expanding with each breath. It's nice. It's very nice. Edwin almost wishes he lived further away. 

Thomas pulls to a stop, neatly, in the middle of the driveway. He cuts the engine, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. "See? World didn't end." Edwin releases his squid-like grip on that leather jacket, rather unsteadily dismounts the bike, trying to calm his quaking knees. "Actually, there were a few turns back there that almost proved you wrong." A bucket is placed against the garage door, probably used by Thomas when he cleaned his bike. Thomas laughs good naturedly when Edwin gives it a calculating stare, just for effect. Edwin can’t help but smile, a touch wry, marvelling just a bit inside, how easy he now falls into this, this kind of banter, teasing, with someone he didn’t even know 3 days ago.  

He looks at the bike once more, and it occurs to him, again, that he has just ditched Esther at the church picnic, in front of essentially the entire town. Not only that, but he did it clinging to the back of a man on a motorcycle. Edwin needs a good, big glass of wine, and he needs it now. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Alright, let's have a drink, before I spend any more time thinking about what I've just done." 

Thomas slaps him on the shoulder with a smile, letting his hand drift to the small of Edwin’s back, and leads them both inside the house. 

[patdkoala]

Paris Fashion Week

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: Smut, Long Hair Seb (Yes that's a warning), hickeys, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, pet names (baby), switch Seb, public (kinda), tummy bulge

I was walking the red carpet in front of Sebastian the whole time. we didn't arrive together but he had his eyes on me the whole time.

I wore the most eccentric outfit I could come up with for Paris Fashion Week.

It hugged my curves in every way that I knew Sebastian craved.

He had his long hair pulled back into a bun and he wore sunglasses that shaded his eyes so people wouldn't be able to tell his eyes were on my ass and tits the whole day.

I was seated next to him so I rested my hand on his thigh as we posed for pictures.

"I can't wait to rip this off of you," He said as he leaned into my ear.

I smiled and tried not to change my expression so that no one took pictures of us.

We are totally okay with people knowing we are together. But we also think it's kinkier keeping it a secret.

Sex behind closed doors is what we do best.

We continued the evening into the after party where Sebastian seemed to have lost his over shirt and was just walking around like a slut with just a tank top.

I was practically drooling over how large his arms were.

I just wanted to bite them.

I walked over to him as he was talking to some people. I dragged him by the arm and away into the restroom, where I then locked the door.

I pushed him against the door.

His large frame made a loud thud as he hit the door.

"I need you," I said as I grabbed and tugged at him as I kissed all over him.

I sucked on his neck like I was a dying vampire. I accidentally left a few hickeys.

"Fuck, baby you can't do that. It might be in pictures," He said as I stood behind him and took his bun out, and let his long hair cover his neck.

"Now no one will see it unless they are looking closely. But I swear I will kill anyone that is standing that close to you," I said as I smacked his ass before opening the restroom door.

"Don't objectify me," He smiled as I walked away and back into the crowd.

It got cold and I was still wearing my skimpy outfit and Sebastian had found a sweatshirt. He was wearing the sweatshirt and was standing across the room but we were staring at each other.

We were both standing in large groups being talked at but we weren't listening. We were just staring at each other from across the way.

I watched as Sebastian gave me a silent queue. I watched as he walked over to the exit.

"Excuse me, ladies," I said as I left my group and also headed towards the exit.

Sebastian was getting photographed while getting into his Uber so I called my own and I also got photographed getting into my car.

My car dropped me off outside of the beautiful El Bristol hotel where Sebastian and I were staying. Together.

I got out and walked past the paparazzi. I made it to the lobby and over to the elevators.

Sebastian was standing there by the elevators. We quietly just stood there and waited for the elevator to ding.

When it reached us. We both got in and stood on opposite sides of each other.

I stood against the wall as I felt Sebastian eyeing me up and down.

We silently exited the elevator and I followed him closely as he unlocked the door with his key card.

I then quietly followed him inside and I sat on the bed closest to the door as he closed and locked it behind him.

As soon as the door was locked, Sebastian slammed me against the door and pressed heavily heated kisses all over me.

He practically ripped my clothes off of my body.

"Hey, be careful this is designer," I said as he giggled. "Oh, sorry," He said as he undid his belt and quickly removed his shoes and pants I kicked off my shoes as fast as I could so could continue feeling him up.

He picked me up and held me as he carried me through the giant hotel room and into our shared bedroom.

He threw me on the bed and I stripped away the last of what I was wearing as he did the same and then got on top of me.

"I wanted to fuck you so bad in that restroom but I didn't because what would we have done if paparazzi saw the cum dripping down your legs?" He asked as I just lay there speechless.

He kissed me from right above my core all the way to my neck.

"Now it's my turn to give some hickeys," He said as he then started sucking on my neck like the Romanian vampire he is.

I moaned into his body as he touched me.

"Fuck, baby don't do that. You know I can't resist your sounds," He moaned back as I then saw an opportunity.

I flipped us so that he was on his back and I straddled him. I sunk my body down on top of his and I moaned out at the feeling of him filling me.

"Fuck," He moaned out behind gritted teeth as he held onto my hips to steady me and himself.

I moved slowly and to my own speed but it obviously wasn't enough for Sebsatian.

He started bucking his hips up and pushed himself further into me.

At this point, I was screaming and I looked down and saw himself inside of me.

"Fuck, I'm in so deep," He said as we both looked at the tummy bulge.

"I-I think I'm close. Fuck-Seb-please," I moaned as he nodded quickly.

"Me too. You first," He said as he continued the speed he then waited as I came on him.

In the split second of me cumming on him and him having to cum he flipped us and lifted my legs to lay on his shoulders as he hit that spot so deep in me.

"I'm going to fuck you so not only you can't walk but everyone is going to know that you are mine," He said as I realized he meant he is going to cum in me.

He usually pulls out because we were both filming so a baby just never sounded like the best idea. But now is a better time than any.

"Fuck- I- hmmm-" Sebastian came and stuttered out his sentence as he then took himself out of me but put pillows under my legs.

"Better make sure it sticks this time," He said with a wink as he then went to bed with me and held me the whole time.

[party-snake]

Chaos smut-shot

This is nsfw, so minors get outta here.

(srsly. imma come for you if I find out 🫵🤨)

Content: Fingering; Rough sex; Praise; Degrating (kinda?); Breeding kink; implied round two.

A plastic bag rustles as you search for the bottom to your set. 'Where is that darn thing?' You mentally grumbled. You had on a teal lacey bra and some sweatpants. You never knew trying to find the entire set would be so hard. Your fingers finally trailed over what felt like the matching piece to the set and you swiftly pulled it out. 'There you are.'

You smile triumphantly, and slip out of the sweat pants your reagular underwear, slipping on the lacey panties. A mirror on the other side of the room catches your attention, and you trail over to it. The set fit your body perfectly, showing off your curves and bust and making you practically irresistible. The lace on the panties teased the view underneath, and your breast lay just behind the frill of the bra piece.

"Damn," You said, "I look hot." Turning around to get a nice view of your ass. "Hey buttercup? have you seen my-" Chaos had entered the room, but feel silent when he was met with the sight of you. You two had certainly gotten frisky before, but he had never seen you so, sexy. The bra and panties matched his color eyelight, and the lace perfectly matches with the outfits he usually like to wear. Soft, yet spicy.

"Wha- You- uhm... What are you doing?" He walked up in front of you with blush coating his cheekbones. "Oh, hey chaos. I was just trying on some things. Decided I need more outfits like this." Stars, he cursed himself for never really noticing your beauty before, espically if you looked like this. A goddess, was all he could compare you to.

He seemed to be lost in thought, his eyes trailing up and down your body. "What do you think?" You asked, putting your hands on you hips and shifting to the side, doing a little pose. "You look- amazing." He said with a growl. "You really think so?" He could barely take his eyes off you as you trailed past him, getting a nice view of the back of you, before tearing his eyes away and biting his imagery lip. "I got some more sets in here I would like to try on, but this one was a pain in the ass to get on by myself. Can you help?" You bated your eyelashes at him innocently.

His shorts grew uncomfortably tight and he shifted in his spot. "Or, do you need help yourself?" You definitely saw the "little" problem he had in his pants. An appendage came from his back to clean the bed of the bags, then wrapped around your waist. "Did you do this on purpose?" He asked. "Do what on purpose?" You giggled. The tentacle grew more tight and lifted you into the air. He walked over to the bed and sat down, placing you in front of him.

"Before I do anything, do I have your consent?" This shocked you. You knew he was worked up from your actions, but not this worked up. "Of course my love." He huffed and spread your legs, pining you to the bed and catching your lips in a kiss. "I don't know how you are so beatiful." he whispered."I don't think there would be any words to describe how beatiful you are right now. I'm so lucky." His words made your face heat up and he chuckled.

His tentacles kept your legs apart as his hand trailed down your stomach, to the inside of your legs. "Can I touch you here?" You nodded and he pulled your panties down, and placed them next to you. He was careful in his movements - almost like he was scared to hurt you. Two of his fingers spread open your folds, him noe having full acess to you. Fuck, even your pussy was pretty. He moved his fingers between your slit, and entered you slowly. Your breath hitched and you moaned quietly. "I want you to be loud for me okay buttercup?" His fingers moved slow and deep, hitting a sensitive spot as your hips rolled in time with him. You held onto his arm and shivered against him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

"Good girl. Your being so good for me. I'm making you feel good right?" He bit down gently on your neck. "Yes, god chaos~" He huffed against you, you were really working him up weren't you? His finger moved slightly faster and his thumb moved to rub your clit, rolling time with his thrusts to bring you closer to your sweet release. You squirmed with the added stimulation.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter with each thrust he gave you, the pleasure being almost overwhelming. "I'm- i'm close." You whimpered. "Come for me, buttercup." Your back arches as your body molds into his. He silences your cries with a kiss. He pulls away completely and your leg twitches. "You did so good for me sweetness. Can I take you?"

"Yes please." He chuckles "Good girl, asking so nicely." He shorts come down from around his waist, and he grips his cock to line himself up to your entrance.

"Please, I want it." You whine into his ear. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, "Well, since your being so good, i'll give it to you." He slowly slipped in, your walls gently pulsing around him. Nails raking down his back, he groaned into your ear. You whimpered in response. "So pretty, so sensitive, I love you so much."

He started moving, long and slow strokes that left you trembling. Your legs losely wrapped around his pelvis, driving him deeper into you. "Look at you, so hungry for me. You love this don't you, being so vunerable under me." He speeds up slightly, so close to that spot that makes you see stars.

"Y-Yes, I- oh fuck." You moan out loudly. "I love it Chaos." His hand comes to grip around your neck, "You love it don't you pretty thing." Your eyes roll back into your head as stars cloud your vision, "Yes, Master~" You close your eyes as pleasure rakes through your body, making you breathless. "Fuck, keep calling me that princess."

He hits a spot in you and you clench around him. "Hm? seems I found it." He chuckles darkly. He slips his hand under your leg and puts on his shoulder. This new angle allowed him to drill into that spot repeatedly. It made you scream and drool, losing all sense of the world around you.

"Dumb little baby. Your mine, all mine." His tone is possessive as he repeatedly slams into you. His fingers trail down your belly until they reach your clit, and he starts to rub slow rough circles, rubbing it a tweaking it, bringing you closer to your release. A sudden rough thrust causes you to cry out, as your legs tighten around him.

He stutters and stops, his seed filling you up completely. "I gonna make you pregnant one day. You would like that would you? To be stuffed full of me. I know I would."

You nod, to dumbed out to give a proper response. "Heh, that's okay. You don't have to answer me right now." He pulls out and moves your legs to the side. His arms cometo wrap around your torso and legs, bridal style. He lifted you as though you weighted nothing and carried you to the bath.

He set you on the tolet and turned on the faucet to the bath, filling it with warm water. "How was it buttercup? Was I to rough?" He seemed to be always worried for your safety, afraid of hurting you. Hell, it toke him a long time to get him to bite you, let alone be rough. "Yes chaos, you were fine. I loved it."

You quickly pecked him on the teeth and he smirked at you. "Round two?" He offered and you giggled.

Bet.

And done! I hope you liked it. I also hope I did his character justice lol

Chaos belongs to @derangedanomaly

So credits to her!

Love ya! 💋

[hoshibatake]

FREEDOM – Reality and Freedom/Chapter 2

Previous chapter

<Several days later. In the fictitious city “FREEDOM”, Hokuto’s district>

Mao: “This place is so calming. There’s lots of empty space～. Though, there’s still a bunch of talking dinosaurs wandering around.”

Mao: “In any case, it’s the perfect spot to escape reality for a while...♪”

Hokuto: “What are you talking about? This is not the time to be loafing around.”

Subaru: “That’s right! Our fans are waiting for us!”

Subaru: “It’s time for a concert! Concert, concert, concert～☆”

Mao: “Calm down, will you? Listen. We’re running on fumes here.”

Mao: “It’s been one calamity after another, so we should take a rest for now…”

Hokuto: “Just think of it as a trial to overcome. What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.”

Subaru: “Yeah, yeah! We can’t just stand here doing nothing, or we might worry the fans by making them think we’re going on a break.”

Hokuto: “Exactly. And we have to make up for Yuuki’s absence too.”

Mao: “That’s true, but～…”

Mao: “*sigh* Can we really go on like this?”

Mao: No, it’s a truly impossible situation.

Subaru: Nice one. You replied to your own question☆

Hokuto: Can you really say that he replied to his own question, given that it was posed by his avatar, who is practically a separate person?

Subaru: I think so. Their data was based on us, after all.

Subaru: Hmm. But since they do have their own will, does that make them separate people after all?

Subaru: What is your verdict, Isara Mao-sa～n who is in charge of explaining stuff?

Mao: Does it matter? What’s more important right now is the problem that the virtual Trickstar is facing.

Mao: Lately, their efforts have been leading them nowhere.

Mao: Fires have been breaking out during their concerts, and their concerts are attracting fewer and fewer people, outside of their core fanbase. Ever since Makoto left, they’ve been handling things in a sloppy way.

Mao: Honestly though, I never would’ve thought Makoto would suddenly decide to go solo.

Mao: Even if it was caused by a bug, I was convinced he'd have rejoined right away. And he’s been coming by Trickstudio noticeably less as well.

Mao: I wonder where he’s holed up and what he’s doing～

Subaru: Don’t you think Ukki～’s probably got some kind of plan?

Mao: I’d like to hope so…

Mao: Looking at our avatars reminds me of the way we used to be, though. Back when we were a bunch of nobodies at Yumenosaki who no one was paying attention to.

Subaru: Oh, yeah… I remember Ukki～ doing a bunch of things to help us.

Subaru: Like using his internet skills to pull our background music from the school server when it wouldn’t play on its own. Or making sure everything was in order for our concerts, or helping in setting up the stage.

Subaru: And the fans loved the way he always seemed to break the tension. Because of Ukki～, we were able to hold concerts without worrying about things going wrong.

Hokuto: That’s right. And when Isara was unable to attend because he was too busy with his Student Council work, he would function as an emergency brake for Akehoshi, since he’s prone to recklessness.

Mao: I feel like you’re just as likely to act recklessly, though.

Subaru: Exactly. Ukki～ is my and Hokke’s emergency brake☆

Subaru: I’m so used to having him around, that now that I’m watching the virtual Trickstar perform without him, it makes me a little sad.

Mao: Yeah. It makes me realize all over again that we really need all of us.

Mao: Only all four of us together are Trickstar, after all.

<The next day. Shopping center>

Subaru: ...Mom, why are you stopping in front of the general store?

Subaru: They’re selling clothes for dogs? Hmm～, but I feel like Daikichi doesn’t really like wearing stuff like this.

Subaru: Plus, it’s kinda manly to walk around in the rain without a raincoat.

Subaru: You found something that’s perfect for him, you say? Let’s see…

Subaru: Ahaha. What’s this? It looks like the kinda bib Kintarou¹ wears. It has “Daikichi²” written on it. It looks so cool～

Subaru: Even if he doesn’t wanna wear it out on walks, he might put up with it if it’s just for a photo. It’s half price too, so let’s get it♪

Subaru: While I was in school, you were busy too, so we didn’t get to go out together like this a lot. I’m happy we can go shopping together on weekdays now.

Subaru: It’s quiet everywhere, so we can take our time looking around the shops. The privileges of being an adult～☆

Subaru: ...Huh? Over there, isn’t that…?

Subaru: Wait a sec, Mom! I see a friend of mine!

Subaru: He～y, Ukki～!

Makoto: Whoa, Akehoshi-kun…

Subaru: I’ve finally run into you. I feel like I haven’t seen your face in ages.

Subaru: Uhm… That lady standing next to you must be your mom, right? Your eyes look almost identical.

Subaru: Thanks for always taking such good care of our Ukki～☆

Makoto: Ahaha… I think that’s my mom’s line.

Subaru: Hmm, what’s up, Mom? ...Those cleaning supplies?

Subaru: Oh, you’re right. Hey, Ukki～’s mom! It’s probably better not to buy that cleaning brush!

Subaru: They’ll tell you it cleans really well, but the maintenance of the brush itself is a pain in the rump, so you’ll have to buy a new one in no time flat.

Makoto: I see. You’re pretty well-informed, huh?

Subaru: Heheh. Actually, my mom bought it once after falling for their slogan: “Even the most stubborn dirt will vanish before your eyes.”

Makoto: I see. Thanks for that helpful information. Both me and my mom lack a lot of life skills.

Makoto: ...Hm? You want to chat a while with Akehoshi-kun’s mom, Mom?

Subaru: Oh, right. The two of you have never properly met before, have you?

Subaru: Of course, of course. Me and Ukki～ will go wait on that couch over there.

Subaru: Later, Mom. Take your time chatting with Ukki～’s mom☆

Makoto: ...They seem like they’re having fun chatting.

Subaru: Yeah. It’s a little strange～. We’ve known each other for so long, but our parents have hardly even met before.

Subaru: Though I guess it’s no wonder, since my mom has distanced herself from the world of idols.

Makoto: Akehoshi-kun…

Makoto: ...But that might change in the future, right? She didn’t seem bothered about talking to me, after all.

Makoto: And she’s laughing with my mom as well. Maybe they’ll hit it off and become friends as moms.

Makoto: That would actually be a relief. Even to this day, I still worry sometimes about whether she’s actually managing to live well now she’s on her own.

Subaru: Ahaha. Ukki～, you’re such a worrywart☆

Subaru: I’m actually more worried about you, though.

Makoto: …?

TL notes:

Kintarou is a figure from Japanese folklore. He looks like this.

大吉 Daikichi’s name means “great fortune/excellent luck”. 

Translated by me, proofread by Altea (@icaruswasthesun on Twitter)

Next chapter

[miracles-and-butterflies]

For @ellipsis-dotdotdot, based on the prompt: “one of the Pedro Lives!Isabelas running away, if you please?”

I went with Fracture AU.

Isabela plans to run away. Thoughts of identity, change and freedom.

(As she’s kicked out anyways in Imperfect, her disappearance wouldn’t be noticed; and Luminous Isabela would be very open about it and that takes away the drama).

Comments are always appreciated.

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Perfect Practiced Poses

While flittering around Antonio’s party, one question pops into her mind.

She had passed a group of kids talking, describing each of the gifted Madrigals - their traits and abilities - only for Isabela to wonder the same thing.

Of course, living in the family and outside of it warrant very different viewpoints from herself and the kids. And then there’s the age and education differences too. But one thing remains the same:

Who is Isabela Madrigal?

She was never herself for more than two minutes.

She was everyone else on a daily basis. It was brief, it was harmless, it was helpful, it was fun. And she didn’t mind that.

She was the echo of her late Abuela. As far as appearance was considered. She was the only resemblance of her left - Isabela had destroyed the one portrait years ago.

Despite their strained relationship, Abuelo often had her painted or photographed. Just so he had something to remember his beloved Alma by.

At the same time, he had her shapeshifting as much as possible. Not only while working, but even just at home. Just so he didn’t have to have a reminder of what he’d lost. Just so he didn’t have to see her face of anger and hatred.

And she did mind that.

Not at first. No, she could understand. If she lost a loved one, it would be hard for her too. And she was a child, who didn’t look to much like her at that point.

But as she got older and her sympathy for such a terrible person wore incredibly thin, she really started to mind.

Why are the Madrigals always going to church with Señora Alonso?

How lucky for Señorita Martinez to be invited to dinner at La Casa Madrigal!

It is so considerate of Isabela to change her appearance for her poor Abuelo!

The whisperings of the townspeople didn’t help either. She knows they mean well. To an outsider, it must be strange or compassionate (that Pedro does not deserve).

She is so sick of it.

She’d do anything to put an end to it.

~~~~~~

It was a day like any other.

“Okay, everyone to the table. Now.” Abuelo called as he stepped outside. The family fell into line as usual. Or most of them, anyways. “I said now, Luisa.”

“Ah well, I was just—”

“Now means now.”

Luisa stopped talking and took her seat with the others.

“You aren’t still making stuff up about the cracks?” Camilo whispered, leaning up to his cousin. “Like it was a good joke and seeing Abuelo yell at Mirabel was utterly hilarious - highlight of the evening if you ask me - but it’s kinda dry now.”

“Will you two shut up? I can’t hear.” Isabela, who was unfortunately sat on Camilo’s other side, grumbled.

“I wasn’t even talking!”

“LUISA!”

Her sister slowly turned around, eye-twitching under the confused and irritated gazes of the rest of the family from her outburst.

Abuelo sighed with disappointment. “Luisa, if you are struggling to act properly at the table, perhaps it is best you sit closer to the front, where I can keep an eye on you. Casita?”

Before Luisa could make an argument, Casita shifted her chair. The seating plan rearranging itself to leave her directly beside the patriarch.

“As I was saying,” he said. “Antonio’s gift could not have come at a more perfect time. But we should not take our miracle for granted, so today we will work twice as hard.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” offered an enthusiastic Luisa. “Isabela would benefit greatly from my—”

“In case it wasn’t clear for some of us, the non-gifted family members will be staying at home to complete their usual chores.”

With a hard glare, Luisa changed her focus onto drinking her coffee.

Pedro took a breath, standing up. “In other news, how goes our arrangement with the Guzmáns?”

Isabela opens her mouth, but doesn’t get the chance to answer herself.

“Dolores?” He inquired.

The woman paused. Her irises briefly flashed red. “I foresee that he is going to propose tonight, with a song on the piano that he has composed himself. And I see five cribs.”

Isabela felt her soul leave her body.

“Five new blessings? At least we’ll get some use out of Isabela. Thank you, Dolores. That will be all. There will be lots to prepare for tonight - Isabela, you’ve dropped your form. Control yourself. …Back to the point, Antonio, this is a wonderful opportunity to make the most out of your new gift. You can help your father with the decorations.”

“Okay, Abuelo!” Antonio beamed, orange flowers blossoming in hair in excitement.

“Our community is counting on us. ¡La familia Madrigal!”

“¡La familia Madrigal!”

Isabela doesn’t blame Mariano.

Not at all.

She blames her family.

She gets made to hold some random townsperson’s form at every meal - she isn’t allowed to be herself - and nobody has defended her or pointed out this unreasonable request of Abuelo’s.

She is getting made to marry and produce more little miracles because she isn’t useful at anything else, and nobody has thought to ask how she feels about it all.

Hell, Pedro has her valued like a donkey at market and nobody is even batting an eye!

The bitter irony is not lost on Isabela.

Her parents are always praised, both inside the family and out, by what great parents they are.

The greatest parents of all of Encanto… One daughter who is only useful as a wife and mother or when she’s anyone but herself. One daughter who has absolutely no worth at all. One daughter who barely associates herself as part of the family now.

This house is a fucking nightmare.

No wonder Bruno left.

~~~~~~

January 1940

“What do you think would happen if we left?”

The question takes her sister by shock.

The eight-year-old arched a brow. “You mean like… running away? Like Tío Bruno did?”

“Luisa, you aren’t suppose to say that!” Mirabel gasped in horror, replicating the shushing motion the adults often did by pressing a finger to Luisa’s lips.

“Yeah,” Isabela nodded. She looked up at the mountains. “When I’m suppose to be listening to the teacher, I think about it. What I’d take. How I’d do it. Where I’d go. …Don’t you ever think of just packing a bag and running away?”

“No! You can’t do that! You’d be in so much trouble!” Mirabel was completely appalled. Age four and her moral compass was already developed.

“You’d die, sis.” Chimes Luisa. “Nobody knows what’s out there - except bad people. That’s how Abuela died.”

“Not even just running away… what if we were just a normal family? Without gifts?”

Luisa shifted away.

“You’re asking the wrong people, Bela. I am normal and Mirabel doesn’t have a gift yet.”

The ten-year-old looked guilty. “Right. My bad. I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Luisa questions, hurt.

Nobody said anything.

“Say sorry, Isa,” Mirabel offers, helpfully, from where she’s sat in Luisa’s lap. “Sorry makes everything better. That’s what Mama says.”

“…Luisa, I’m—”

“No. I don’t wanna hear it.” Luisa grumbled.

Luisa stands up then, setting Mirabel aside.

“Where are you going?” Isabela asks, after a beat.

“Inside,” she huffs. “I got homework to do.” Isabela has a feeling that Luisa might be lying; just wants an excuse to leave.

Mirabel squeaked, “Can I come too? Can I help, Luisa?”

Luisa nods, holding out an open hand for Mirabel to take. They start walking.

Isabela pulls herself to her feet and runs after them. “I could help,” she suggests, as a way of an apology. And she’d like to think she is going to be more help than a kid who hasn’t yet started school. “I mean, I probably did it a few years ago, when I was your age.”

Her sister just growls at her. “Don’t you have magic stuff to be doing, princesa?”

With that, they were gone and Isabela was left alone.

She really doesn’t belong anywhere, does she?

~~~~~~

Screw it, Isabela thinks.

There’s nothing for her here.

And if Bruno managed to leave, why couldn’t she do the same?

She packs a bag - money, some clothes, some food and drinks. She won’t need much else.

She shifts into some random townsperson before leaving her (soundproof) room for the last time. The rest of the family are busy working, as usual.

And starts walking. She doesn’t know where she’s going, but anything would be better than here.

She barely makes it through one street before a man is already coming to greet her.

“Ah, Isabela! I was wondering if you could help me with my door again?” He asked. “It appears to have gotten stuck and I could use another me to help balance it.”

“I’m not Isabela.” She replied, waving him off.

“Uh… yes, you are?”

Isabela turned on her heel, ready to argue that she definitely was Señora Alonzo, but only caught that flash of indigo fabric and black hair as she did.

“What the fuck?” She questioned, looking down at her own hands.

She hadn’t changed back into her own form.

She headed up to the nearby bride, dropping her bag to the side for a moment. She leaned over and looking at her own rippled reflection in the water.

“What the fuck!?” She said again, louder this time.

She kept repeating the phrase as she tried concentrating on shifting but her reflection didn’t change once. It stayed perfectly the same.

She couldn’t even get rid of her mole.

Her outburst had clearly spooked off the man who had asked for her help, as she found herself alone. Carefully examining and prodding each part of her features, only for nothing to change.

Or she thought she was alone.

“Hey, Isabela! Am I glad I found you! I was just wondering if you maybe knew something about the magic last night?”

[ambersky-art]

ID: Three digital sketches of Taylor, Jeremiah, and Dani.

Sketch 1: A blue sketch of Taylor leaning against a wall, looking down at Jeremiah who is standing against the wall. Both are smiling and blushing as Taylor leans into Jeremiah.

Sketch 2: A purple sketch of Jeremiah with his arms crossed, looking back at Dani with a smile, who is leaning on one of his shoulders looking down at him, saying something with a smile.

Sketch 3: A red sketch of Taylor and Dani hugging, Dani's wings spread out around them, Taylor facing away from the "camera", holding Dani under his arms while his wrap around her back. Dani's face is tucked into her shoulder. Both of them are blushing, and Taylor is looking at Dani fondly. /End ID.

Poses are by @mellon-soup ! I wanted to do some pose practice but got really carried away and it kinda spiraled to me just doodling these three together multiple times lol

The purple one is my favorite, and I don't know if that's because of the color or because of their expressions

[myrmica]

do you have any tips for getting better at drawing anatomy? your poses are always so fluid and realistic

first of all THANK YOU!!! that makes me happy to hear!

under the cut because i got long winded... i hope something in here is useful! some of it may stray from the point, and i have no idea what stuff you already know.

in my experience a lot of it is about paying attention to form/volume. at one point or another i realized i vastly prefer art that emphasizes this, as opposed to flatter more stylized anatomy, as far as things i want to emulate in my own work go (flat styles can be cool when other people do it; this is a huge thing with art i think, developing a sense of discernment when it comes to the art you Want To Make versus the art you like but wouldn't want to mimic...)

so i add contour lines to everything i draw as i sketch because it helps me figure out where the object is in space, in relation to the viewer. doing this immediately establishes where the subject is in relation to the "camera" because lines curving one way mean you're looking up at something, and vice versa. if you've ever seen the coil method of foreshortening before, it's the same principle.

while construction lines won't always be there in a finished piece, you can communicate form in the curves of your lines. the round end of a sleeve is a countour line, so are fabric folds (although they have their own volume too), etc.

the feeling of looking up at someone, or their arm moving towards you, or their back turned away from you, that's where a lot of tension and dynamism comes from--some of the "fluidity."

another thing is to focus on weight, and how things interact when they touch... if you grip someone's arm, how does the skin fold/warp under pressure? can you actually draw it doing that, instead of leaving the arm being grabbed unaffected? stuff like that. a huge inspiration for this (and i think it shows in some of the artistic choices i've been making lately) is margot maison's work. like, check out this panel from bora the brain:

or this one of mine, where i just grabbed my own arm like that to see how it felt and what the skin did...

these are both examples of smaller details but the same principle applies any time you're drawing two people touching, or even a bent leg where the thigh and calf meet. i'm more interested in how skin/fat moves around than i am in getting the nitty gritty details of muscle groups and bones right. knowing the muscles and bones certainly HELPS; my personal favorite bones are the radius and ulna in the forearm, and keeping the way they move in mind Is useful because it reminds you that the arm isn't a uniform tube shape, it's a flat rectangle type thing, and it'll look wider or narrower depending on the angle... etc. see pronation/supination gif below:

they get recomended all the time but the morpho books are my favorite reference for doing actual intentional anatomy practice & in redrawing stuff from them a ton of tricks for constructing bodies have stuck in my head. like, here i was focusing on how they simplify the shoulder/armpit in relation to the ribcage:

(you can download most of 'em for free off of libgen btw.)

you can also get something kinda special drawing bodies from life. if you don't have other people to draw, your own hands/legs work too, and it's good for foreshortening and perspective because you're always seeing them in relation to your own viewpoint:

granted both this and the morpho studies are things i find fun to do. on the off chance that you're someone who finds studies tedious or boring, rather than pushing through it you might want to paint a character you like onto the pose you're practicing or something like that to keep yourself invested?

i also use references gratuitously. usually many pictures at once, where i'm combining them to get the pose i want. either just referencing different photos as i draw different things or literally editing them together depending on what it is. over time, i've gotten better at coming up with dynamic and interesting poses without a ref, because using them has built up my understanding of the body (it's actually way easier IMO to draw a dynamic pose without a ref than it is to draw a dude just standing there without one ?!)

there's sort of a push and pull for me between accuracy/realism ("can the arm Actually bend that way???") and exageration/stylistic liscense ("if it doesn't, does it look cooler like that?") where it helps to KNOW if you're drawing something that isn't technically "anatomically correct."

there's also a lot to be said for tracing over photos for practice!

thank you for the question, i love to talk about these things ^_^

[mo0dy-succubus]

Omfg why do i have a 2yeon idea like they are being in the practice room,all lights closed except the leds from the mirror there,miyeon fucking soyeon while filming that w her phone *she had her blitz on so no one could see their faces* and miyeon asked smth like "are you a good girl for mommy's cock,right?" And soyeon answered by a high pitched moan followed by a "yes mommy" KDJSHSHSJ

-🍜

Say Cheese

Dom!miyeon x sub!soyeon, Squirting, mirror sex,voyeurism(???), G!p miyeon,

Miyeon and soyeon were both in cubes dance room talking and eating after they both got done with learning more of the choreography for their upcoming comeback. As they both joked and laughed on the floor miyeon couldn't help but to think of how hot soyeon would look with her body against one of the mirrors surrounding the room.

"Miyeonie. Are you listening to me?" Soyeon says,snapping Miyeon out of her sinful thoughts. "Huh? sorry I'm just out of it" she responded. "Oh should we call it a night I'm kinda tired too?" She said flooping dramatically.

That's when it clicked in miyeons heads. "I've got a way to wake you up! Then we can go!". "Oh what do you have in mind?". Miyeon got up walking over to soyeon looking into her eyes deeply before kissing her. Soyeon was caught off guard a bit bit didn't fight back against her. Miyeon travels down her neck a bit, knowing all of soyeons sweet and sensitive spots since they use to kiss each other back in there trainee days.

Miyeon attacks her most sensitive area causing soyeon to gasp out a bit. Her moans causing a tent to form in miyeons sweatpants. Soyeon noticed smirking a bit before moving her head to allow miyeon more access. Miyeon pulled away before picking soyeon up. In the process miyeon grabs her phone and goes to her camera, ready to record their dirty act.

Soyeon gets down on her knees pulling miyeons pants down revealing her hard cock. Miyeon recoding every move soyeon made on her through the mirror like it was their own porno. Miyeon then moves the camera down to show soyeons face as she went down on her.

Miyeon let's out a sigh of pleasure as she combs through soyeon dark hair. Soyeon let's go of miyeons cock with a loud pop before stroking it a few more times. Soyeon turns around pulling her pants off slowly teasing Miyeon by shaking her ass a bit. "What are you waiting for mommy are you gonna fuck me or no?" Soyeon says challenging the older one.

Miyeon starts to line up her cock with soyeons wet pussy before slamming in. A loud moan comes from soyeon from the unexpected roughness of Miyeon. Miyeon waste no time making a fast Pace with her thrust. Soyeons eyes screw shut, her mouth agape with moans falling out between her lips. "You are such a good girl for mommy's cock, right baby?". Soyeon screams when miyeon starts abusing her G-spot yelling out." YES! yes! I'll be such a good girl for mommy."

Miyeon starts thrusting faster making soyeon reach her climax very fast. Soyeon screamed as she squirted hard on the floor and on miyeons cock and legs. A puddle of soyeons arousal at miyeons feet. "Such a mess,hmm?". Soyeon looks down before saying her signature "sorry". Miyeon pulled out of soyeon stopping the video recording.

Miyeon rest soyeon on her knees again before making her suck her off again. A string of praises fall out of her mouth. Before miyeon came she got out her camera once again. "Don't swallow till I tell you to ok baby?" Soyeon Nods before miyeon pulls out and finishing the job herself. Her seed spilling out in spurts of thick hot liquid some on soyeons face,tongue, and a bit on her eye.

That's when miyeon stopped the second recording of her cum shot onto soyeons face before taking pictures of her nut that's painted her face. "Say cheese hun". Miyeon said snapping a few photos as soyeon poses for her. "Good girl~"

After cleaning up their mess they both headed home to call in for the night. Back at home miyeon goes to her phone and edits the video a bit censoring out their faces and the cube entertainment logo that hung in the dance room to hide their identity and stop any scandals from the public before posting the video on a porn site. Laughing a bit at the title she checks in before sleeping.

[matenrou-fan]

Hi!!! I have been reading your fics and hc and I must say, I love your writing!! Anyway, I saw your requests are open so I wanted to request, maybe Ichiro and Kuko(separately) with a Fem! S/O who works at a Maid Cafe? And bonus they saving her from an inconvenient customer?

Ichiro and Kuko with a fem! s/o who works at a Maid Cafe

ommmg thank you!!! ahh you're such a sweetheart <3

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;; slight harassment?? (in bonus part)

-He's in heaven now.

-Well.. Maybe your boyfriend will never admit it, but sometimes he loves to watch some moe wholesome anime about maids or witches, so..

-So he absolutely adores you and your cafe, as you look even better and cuter than any of his favorite characters!

-Ichiro always preferred to eat in his house, as cooking by himself was much cheaper than in cafes and restaurants.. But maybe he starts to visit your place too often now.

-It's just.. You just.. You just look so adorable in your cute dress..! Ichiro is very loyal so his eyes would be only on your cute figure, other maids will never interest him.

-So that's why he is always hoping that you would be the one who will be waiting on his table, he's your boyfriend after all..!

-"Oh, you switched to a summer uniform now?" - Ichiro smiles when you get closer to his table with a little smile. He noticed even the smallest detail about your appearance every day. - "That one is so cute..! Hm, can you then show me a little heart, hehe..?"

-Oh.. And of course.. Taking the photo when a client pays the check is the standard method practiced at many maid cafes, so if in your place clients have this benefit.. Then of course Ichiro would ask for this every time, dressing in his best clothes just to have the sweetest photo with you.

-"Ahh, it's so hard to not kiss you right here.." - he mumbled, posing with you in front of the camera with a wild smile. - "You're just too cute today.."

"Sh.. or you will break hearts of mine other fans.." - you whisper with a little chuckle.

"Huh?? Other fans? So you're popular now, don't you..?" - you can't help but giggle, noticing Ichiro's jealous gaze. Yet then he smirks too. - "Well, it's okay. They can admire you as much as they want, but you're still only my little girlfriend, hehe.. But if someone will try something, tell me immediately, okay..?"

-What a visionary..

Right after this you get to another client who also pays their check and waits for his turn. Your friend, another waitress, took the camera again and was ready to make another casual shoot, but you suddenly froze in place. Man was standing close enough so maybe no one saw this, but you definitely felt his hand on your waist and got absolutely confused.

Of course before starting working here you listen to some briefing about what a waitress should do in such a situation, but you get so scared, unsettled with this unexpected touch.

All you were able to do is look at your boyfriend, who still was not that far away. Ichiro just now noticed a new menu for next month, and was standing there, yet he kept glancing at you from time to time. And when he notices your scared shocked look he immediately gets closer.

"Oh, is everything alright here?" - he said loud enough so few other clients turned in your direction. Of course Ichiro's sharp suspicious gaze laid on a strange man near you and you immediately felt how he quickly let go of your waist.

Another maid, who was kinda confused now, just sheig her shoulders and took a picture. So all this jerk gets in the end is a photo of his scared and your happy faces as you both were looking at Ichiro.

.. should I say that he will get another, longer talk with your boyfriend after..?

-He.. Oh, it's hard.

-Kuko doesn't understand this fanaticism around moe anime and 'kawaii' girls..

-Yet an uncontrollable urge to protect you rises in his chest every time he gets inside your cafe and sees you in this adorable uniform, walking around like a porcelain doll.

-Despite his hot airheaded behavior, your boyfriend has a caring side that relieves itself around you. There's some soft spot in his soul for any cute and innocent things that he doesn't want to admire. But you clearly can see his loving gaze, full of adoration, that is fixed on your figure.

-And who would have thought that Kuko can be so quiet and shy when you look at him with such cute eyes, asking what you can get for your Master.

-"S.. stop calling me like that, it's embarrassing.. Do all these people actually enjoy such nicknames?" - he scoffs, trying to hide his blushing face. - "Strawberry milkshake would be enough."

-Yes, he always criticizes your cafe yet keeps returning here just to talk with you and watch how cheerful you serve clients as he drinks his casual milkshake. Kuko still didn't remember anything more from the menu, acting like he was not interested.

-yet he really wants to order omurice one day here so you will draw him a little hearts with ketchup..

-Despite the fact that he loves you in this adorable uniform, he is kinda grumpy to see other men here, as though about you sharing your adorable smile with them too tickle his soul with jealousy.

-"Are you here for another milkshake, Kuko?" - you giggle, welcoming him once again. You got a really busy schedule this week so you didn't get that much time to go on any dates with your boyfriend. That's why Kuko started appearing here much more often, already visiting your cafe for the third time this week.

"Yeah, yeah.. You know my taste very well.." - he mumbled, sitting down at the table for one.

"It's not your taste, you just don't want to try something new.." - you can't help but chuckle and show him a menu. - "We have a new offer, maybe you would at least try these pancakes, pretty please?"

"Are you trying to win me over with your fan service?" - soft blush appears on his cheeks as he tries to cover his face with the collar of his jacket. - "Fine, I guess I will fall for you games this time, but-"

"Hey, don't you think you should serve my table too? Im waiting!"

Kuko gets silent, as you and him look with wider eyes at another client who was sitting not that far away.

"Did you not hear? Hurry up..!" - this arrogant jerk continues, looking at you. You smile awkwardly, trying to calm him down with a sweet voice and apologizing, but there's no way Kuko would tolerate this.

"Do you have a problem?! Try to learn basic manners and then returns here!" - he scoffs and then laughs. - "Or your stupid head is too small to learn something more than the alphabet?"

"Kuko, I think you violating some basic manners right now too.." - you whisper but he just shakes his head.

"If you're so bold then why don't go out for a minute?" - man gets up, showing his pretty large height.

..Well, maybe your boyfriend can't show off his great height, yet he has enough power to teach a lesson of etiquette for some stupid asshole.

Of course he returns, all alone, with a proud smirk on his face.

"Yes, I will take these pancakes. But make sure they add an extra one as a reward for my help here, hehe.."

[lenny-rambles]

About nothing in particular, a bit of Zolu in general, and some fics here and there

Holy smokes, I've had a week. In between exams, my cat getting lost, more exams and work I haven't got the time to actually ramble about anything, which is pretty sad (to me).

HOWEVER.

This doesn't mean to suggest I didn't read anything at all. Oh no, you'd be greatly mistaken to assume that's the case. I devoured a lot of fics this week, in an attempt to release stress because my house was also inhospitable for some days. So, I decided to read and re-read some fics, because that's how I deal with my problems (that is to say, I don't).

It's very interesting to see how their relationship's been depicted through the years! Like, one of my favorite tags for them is "Devotion" (because that's SO them), and the tag's got 60 works, barely. And it was first used in 2019, for a romance fic. That's barely any time at all in OP time! I don't know why though, maybe everyone knew it but struggled to put it into words (like them). As in, everyone would assume right out of the bat that that's their dynamic. Or maybe not! You can never know with fandoms, the fact that Agenda Piece exists still surprises me.

Also, I've grown the habit of reading through an author's works rather than just searching with tags. Like, if there's a fic I really liked I'll go into their profile and read more. And almost every time they have more! It's always a thrill when they have like old works, it comes to show how much they've improved, and how their characterization also evolves with them!

One of my favorite examples of this, that I discovered this week, is the series Fantastic Idiots And Where To Find Them.

Title: Fantastic Idiots and Where To Find Them (series)

Author: Mir4le

Relevant Tags: magic school AU, ASL brothers (my beloved), Law, Zoro, first person POV, on going, maybe there are ships maybe not

Now, disclaimer from me. No one here's endorsing the terf's work as in "go read her stories, they are good", because they aren't. And giving her money in anyway is terrible (in my humble opinion), she poses a lot of terrible ideas for both Trans and Feminism Activism. I hate the woman, and her story is not even that good. She holds A LOT of unethical and incorrect social theories (like eugenics, ew) in her books, AND REFUSES to reconsider or anything. She thrives in the attention she gets from that, I'm sure. Sadly, nostalgia is a bitch, and her books where probably the first I read entirely in english, and through piracy, so I still have some sort of appreciation for them, as terrible works of fiction as they are.

The good news is that the setting is so unbelievably generic that you could say "generic witch society" and that would do just fine, so that's what I'm doing. It's a generic witch society boarding school AU. Ah, the thing. The fic's written in first person POV (sighs), so if that's no your cup of tea you should stay away. The narration improves, the POV never stops being first person. I'm not exactly a fan of first person POV, but I was looking for fic with Law in them, so I picked it up.

Now, the first few chapters where... an experience. They were the author's first work, and you could tell. I don't mean anything mean with that, it's just Difficult to pin the POV for me, so I struggled a bit. Nevertheless, the prompt was interesting enough to keep me going, even if I kinda rushed through some stuff (sorry). It was also noticeable how much the author liked the characters, and the story, even early on, so that also kept me going. Rarely a story loved that much doesn't improve on quality, both because the strive to be better for the story and all the practice they get by putting it out in the first place. So congrats and thank you to the author for your work, it paid off.

Now, another thing about the fic, I'm not exactly what you'd describe a Law fan. I like his story, it was OP most angsty backstory for a while in my opinion (before Kuma, oh Kuma), so that just drew me in. Sadly, it didn't get me like I wanted to. Maybe it's because I binged the anime in an unholy amount of time (another day I'll talk about that) but by the time we got the why of Law, I just wanted Dressrosa to be done. So while I appreciate his character, the anime just made me want to get over with it. All of that to say that I usually avoid fics with Law, because I just don't like him that much. But I stayed. For the potential this had.

And my staying paid off!!!! It was awesome to see another take on ASL, and adding Law to the mix, not through Luffy, but Ace and Sabo was Not something I was expecting! It is also one of the key factors as to why the fic is so entertaining, you keep trying to imagine how the relationships in canon will translate to the setting. I got a lot of them wrong, it keeps you guessing, I love it. The way it shows Law involuntarily warming up to Ace and Sabo is so good. It feels a lot like something 11 y/o Law would write in his diary, it's cute.

Plot-wise it isn't that strong in the first installment (even the author said so), so you are really looking out for character interactions rather than worldbuilding. So it delivers on that, a bit chopped here and there, but by the time you get to the final chapters (there are like, 5) it's way more dynamic.

Ah, I've run out of juice, all right speedrun.

The whole thing, plot and narration improves a lot. Getting to a point in the most recent chapters where I can say that the author nailed down at least Zoro's and Ace's POV to the t, I can't say for Law though, not my area of expertise.

Surprising to no one, I like the Zoro POV chapters best, because we get Strawhat crew, and Luffy and Zoro, and I really like them.

I like the professors and classes they teach they teach. Who is which head of house and all that, nice, very in character.

Whitebeard's kids are a thing here, and I love it, they are fantastic.

Oh, Robin in particular has a lot going for her in the fic, you should also stay for her, if you are a fellow Robin fan.

The shenanigans are AU typical, that's not bad at all, I like how much emphasis they give to pranks and all.

CORAZON IS ALIVE AND WELL, more beautiful things.

Idk, I wish I could tell you more but I kinda read the whole thing for the experience and enjoyed it a lot. Even if it's unfinished.

Oh well, I guess that's it.

Also, "When All the Embers Die" also updated, as well as the other Zoro fic from the same author. And "Treasures for your Treasure (The Pearls Pale in Your Eyes)" ALSO updated, a Zoro update (thanks author) to say the least. I might say some things, I might not, probably I will, once I'm out of this hell hole called midterms.

Anyways, if you read this far thank you very much. Please read the fics mentioned above, even if it's for the experience, they are wonderful stories.

[bosskie]

Molluck Anatomy Practicing

Man, it happened again... I just had to draw before going to sleep but yeah, finished after sleeping. I should try to do more sketchy sketches but it just happens that I just gotta do details and stuff... I still cannot really stand my line art, so I gotta kinda hide it under shading and stuff...

I'm not good at anatomy but I'm doing my best to learn it, though it's trickier here since Molluck ain't easy to draw... He got so long arms that I kinda had to make him have an odd pose to have at least one hand visible... My original sketch just didn't have big enough hands, so after fixes, I just had to accept this situation. I feel like I'm still not drawing his body proportions right... Also, just some weeks ago I realized that I have drawn his hands incorrectly multiple times, his fingers I mean... It just feels like I keep learning new things about him...

But well, this one feels like the best one so far. I guess that at least after getting that proper (poseable) 3D Molluck model done I start to understand how his anatomy, proportions and such work... I just see that there's something wrong with the anatomy and pose here but well, I just need to practice more. Though, it's kinda difficult to pose his legs since well, they are pretty dead, atrophic from not being used... I wonder if he is even able to move them, even a bit, or do they just hang around... But his odd little legs are somehow endearing, at least for me. Also yeah, I don't know why but Molluck looks somehow confused here... Like he had just woken up.

Oh, and this did remind me of one older traditional sketch similar to this I have never shown:

You can see him having incorrect hands here but it's just the amount of joints in his fingers. I might like the style better here but his body has more problems here.

Oh, and I just feel like adding that sometimes I just think about that how there seems to be less 'Molluck thirst' than it used to be like 3-2 years ago. Well, I can get it but mine hasn't faded away, at all, just getting 'worse'... Man, after two months it's been 3 years of Molluck for me. It just feels like I finally have found the right one for me. Getting into the Emperor (BG3) just strengthened this feeling since I just saw how strong my feelings for Molluck are, preventing me from really having other characters around me. Though, the Emperor only started to interest me because his appearance reminded me of Molluck (and I love octopuses) but he is still my favourite character in that game and I love him but only as a friend. (I even bought the whole game because of him... But it was worth it and I'm currently doing my 5th playthrough...)

I do understand if someone thinks that I'm 'crazy' or something since yes, I do am crazy about Molluck! Also, I'm used to be seen as 'odd', like my whole life, so yeah, it's just what I am. It's just that Molluck is so 'me', like I have said many times; he felt like me as a Gluk and that's what got me into him. I remember feeling nothing toward him when I saw him for the first time, both in AO and SoulStorm. I'm just kinda immune to appearance stuff... Someone can look pleasant but eh, it evokes no desire in me. I don't even wanna call someone beautiful before knowing the person. Stereotypically 'hot' people look even ugly to me... Well, I often see that I have different opinions than the others but I don't even find Molluck ugly, even he is kinda meant to be ugly, at least to humans, since the SoulStorm art book calls him ugly and says that he is even uglier now, but he is said to be attractive by Glukkon standards, so... Well, I seem to be attractive by 'human standards', so a good match, eh? I have said this earlier but I have just heard from multiple people that I'm (very) handsome... I don't even know what to do with my appearance, it's just for identifying me, what else it needs to be... I mean, I'm not even interested in looking attractive, just pleasant enough for myself.

I don't know what has made the others thirsty for Molluck but, like I said, my reason was that I saw myself in him and only after that his appearance catched my attention. But even it was so, man, he do is such a beautiful Gluk! And well, even if there do are some difficulties due to his body since it limits him, there are ways to deal with it and I'm glad to help him out; he can give big hugs and kisses! I still honestly don't know about these terms, like what he is to me, thought many terms can exist at the same time but the main one I mean... I prefer friend-like love but it's more than that still... Romantic love is something like seeing the other as ideal, not about true love, just being in love, if I have understood correctly (I have seriously needed to read multiple definitions for it and I'm still not sure...). I see that Molluck isn't perfect and I don't want him to be perfect either but he is perfect one for me still. I'm basically trying to say that I don't really feel like using this 'fictional other' term like many self-shippers seem to use since it doesn't describe mine well enough. Well, whatever, I just love this Gluk so much!

[satoruvt]

just me, just you

pairing → kwon soonyoung x reader

word count → 635

genre → fluff, vaguely mentioned neighbors au, vaguely mentioned college au LMFAO, friends to lovers? kind of??? ↳ tags: random vague trip!, neighbor hoshi, CUTE hoshi, rooftop chats ?, soonyoung being sweet and stupid a little bit also, holding hands, a City, taking pictures kinda, flirting ????????, umm its cold. thats it

song inspo → older by 5sos feat. sierra deaton <3

warnings → none !!

a/n → can i be honest. i have been on a trip recently and this has been the only thing on my mind. literally in pieces over it. also i wrote this in like 25 minutes so absolutely nothing is proofread and you guys are getting this as is enjoy stay warm uhhh. horanghae

“Aren’t you cold up here?” 

Soonyoung’s voice almost gets carried away by the wind, but it manages to reach you somehow. You turn around to look at him, briefly, watch for a moment as he walks closer to you. Pulling the sleeves of your new puffer jacket down to cover your hands, you shrug.

“A little,” you say when he gets close enough. His nose is already red from the cold. “The view’s worth it, though.”

It is, truly. The skyline of an unfamiliar city is more beautiful than anything you’ve ever seen, yellow and blue lights from windows twenty stories high gleaming in the dark. The bridges reaching across the water from one part of the city to the other glow over the barely visible waves. It’s cold, but not bitter. You’re thankful for your hotel’s rooftop access.

“Wah,” Soonyoung says, like he’s just noticing the lights around the both of you. You snort at him. “You’re right, it’s so pretty.”

The two of you stand in silence for a moment, taking in the distant sounds of police sirens and car horns. It’s peaceful, somehow, ambient all the way up here. You feel wistful thinking about the nature of things – on a barely-planned, week long trip with your neighbor slash friend from college. The timing was the least impulsive part about it, despite it being two weeks before finals start rolling out; the calm before the storm, maybe.

With no itinerary and no clue about what was even available to you in the city, you’ve spent your time gently and without any rush. Too many things to do, so might as well just go for the things that seem the most interesting. 

“Hey, look over here for a second,” Soonyoung calls suddenly, and you wonder when he got so far away. You turn a little to see him halfway back to the stairwell door, his phone pointed at you. You blink, but offer a little smile for one picture and a cute pose for another. 

“How long were you taking pictures of me?” You ask, jokingly interrogative. Soonyoung smiles, shrugs, scrolls through a few in his camera roll as he walks back up to you.

“Long enough,” he responds, then, looking at you, “you looked pretty. I wanted to capture it.”

Oh, you think, blinking at him. He smiles, but you can practically feel him start to get nervous at your lack of words. “I see,” you say. “Thank you.”

And maybe it doesn’t have to mean what you think it does, maybe it could mean something sweet and friendly. Something kind and a safe distance away.

But maybe it’s something close and gentle. Something warm and romantic. With just the two of you here…

“You didn’t happen to bring any hot packs up with you, did you?” You ask suddenly, feeling the chill of nervousness start to reach you. You shiver when a breeze flows by.

Soonyoung shakes his head. “No. Should I go get some? I think I brought some with me, they’re just in my suitcase –”

“No,” you interject. Your face feels warm despite the cold, and you think of introducing yourself as his neighbor, and then seeing him on campus the following Monday. You think of his big, eager grin and all the times he’s come over for dinner because you cook so much better than him. “Just, uh. Give me your hand?”

Soonyoung is notoriously a little slow, but he must catch onto you quick, because he grins that big, eager grin and holds your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours gently. It’s impractical, does little to actually keep either of your guys’ hands warm, but you think both of you know and neither of you care.

Besides. With a view this pretty, you can’t even feel the cold.