#this site needs more pictures of him lol

[blueexorcistjunkie]

[bf-rally]

Vivien

About Vivien

Age: 31(???)

Height: Above Average

Personality: SUAVE but not looking for anything serious

Likes: Socializing and Clothing

Dislikes: Hot weather

Short Bio:

A stylish man you met at a halloween party. At the time, it looked like he was in costume for the party, but turns out his daily fashion isn't so far off.

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Hii, im making a cute guy collector website and looking for people who may be interested in joining the site in its super early days!

Sign up form

Testing is just using he site when you feel like and giving feedback on any issues you have

Okay thats it thanks :]

[frostedfragments]

calling dr zayne! ✧.* zayne x reader ✧.* 2.2k words ✧.* only fans au summary: dr zayne stumbles across his favourite patient's onlyfans account warnings!: zayne breaks some rules!!!, masturbation, use of a sex toy, voyeurism note: couldn't help but imagine an au where zayne doesn't know you and you wind up as his patient...and breaks a couple of dr oaths lol note2: ive' never seen the of website so if the mechanics of it are innacurate pls ignore and lets stay playful together

divider cred. @enchanthings-a

There’s only so many online medical articles one can read before they need some mindless doom scrolling. It’s not often Zayne logs into his social media accounts, he much prefers to spend his small amount of free time reading or hiking, but he can’t resist catching up on what his friends and family are posting on Instagram. He doesn’t see them nearly as often as he should, and it’s the small trickle of guilt down his throat that has him scrolling on his computer, smiling when he sees a couple photos of his parents on their holiday, his co-workers on a night out he declined to join them on, and the occasional cat video.

He’s not sure how he finds it, but the explore page is such an overstimulating mess of faces and bodies that he usually avoids it completely. It’s only because his hand twitches that he even sees the post in the first place, but he looks. And continues to look.

The woman in the photo doesn’t show her face, just the long line of her neck and the soft, plumpness of her cleavage in a bra that leaves little to the imagination. He briefly wonders how a picture like this is allowed on the app, but he’s soon clicking on the profile before he can stop himself, intrigued by smooth skin and little else. He is still a man after all, and once he is exposed to the abundance of tantalising images on the woman’s profile, he is reminded how long it has been since he had his hands on a woman.

His favourite patient doesn’t count, he thinks reflexively, frowning that the thought even crept into his mind at all. You’ve been his patient for roughly six months now; you’ve had a heart condition all your life, one that is well-managed and non-life threatening, but still needs regular monitoring. Your previous heart doctor passed away, and so your case was given to Zayne.

He tries to shake the memory of your face out of his mind as he glances through the pictures, having every intention of clicking out of the woman’s profile and logging off for the evening. Maybe even taking a shower to rid his body from this sudden thrum of energy that radiates low in his stomach, but a link in the bio of the profile catches his eye. Snags his attention like a siren, luring him in with the promise of more, and he almost feels as if he’s doing something illegal when he clicks on it.

OnlyFans isn’t completely new to Zayne - there are a few colleagues he knows who watch adult content on the site, though he mistakenly always thought it was a place where fetish content lived. Feet videos, women humiliating men on camera, food play - not really his taste. But when the link has loaded, and racier images of the woman appear, Zayne feels his cock twitch, feels it begin to fill out as his eyes graze the image of the woman laying on a bed, back arched, breasts displayed beautifully in a black lace bra which leaves her pert, pink nipples completely uncovered.

God, he needs to get laid or something. He hasn’t had the time to date, or even the energy to masturbate, always exhausted from multiple surgeries in one day or typing up notes from said surgeries. His body reminds him now of the necessity to release all the pent up tension that collects in his spine, and he absentmindedly rubs his hand over the bulge in his slacks, sighing softly at the instant swell of pleasure.

His eyes dart back up to the screen, a flush warming his cheeks and the tips of his ears, but he makes an account anyway before he can stop himself, typing in his credit card information and subscribing to the woman who seems to have come out of nowhere and locked in his attention with just a few pictures of her body.

Once he has full access to the page, he scrolls through picture after picture, some more explicit than others. When he reaches the video section, he notices one posted just a few hours ago titled watch me cum while i think about him. The thumbnail shows the woman in a pale pink lingerie set, plush thighs wrapped in white, lace stockings as she sits demurely on white bed sheets. Her neck, chin and full mouth are all that is visible of her face, and Zayne’s gut tenses as he moves the mouse over, clicking play on the video.

His speakers hum with the sound of the video as the woman walks towards the bed, sitting down and smiling softly. Her lips are glossy with a balm or something, and Zayne resigns himself to his base need, slowly unbuckling his belt as the girl shuffles back on the bed slightly.

“Hi guys,” Her voice filters through the speakers, and Zayne frowns, though he can’t think what it is about the voice that makes him pause, “I just got home, and I saw my favourite doctor today. Obviously, though you’ve all been asking, I can’t say his name, but just trust me when I say he’s…so fine,”

Zayne’s hand pulls down the zipper of his slacks, licking his lips, watching closely as she trails her hands over her skin that already looks flushed with arousal. The bra barely contains her full breasts, nipples already straining against the thin fabric. He needs to see them, his hands feel empty with the need to fill his palms with their softness, and he dips into his briefs to pull out his cock, already hard and red at the tip.

The woman has barely touched herself yet, and he feels so pent up he might come before she even gets started.

Reaching over, the woman grabs what looks to be a pink sleep mask, hands disappearing out of frame before she sits back on her elbows, her full face in frame, half covered by the mask. She rolls onto her tummy as she stretches across the mattress again, the sounds of a drawer opening and closing. Her ass is almost bare, round and soft in a matching pink thong. Zayne let’s his hand stroke experimentally over his dick, exhaling shakily.

The girl is back facing the camera now, long hair fanning out over the sheets. It has Zayne pausing again, the first shiver of alarm running through his spine as he spots something on her hip. A tattoo.

The same tattoo his new patient has. But surely, it’s just a coincidence. Maybe you and this girl just have similar taste. He pauses his movements, still as stone while his brain works overtime to avoid the truth of the situation.

By now the girl, or as Zayne realises with a start, you are fully spread out on the mattress. Your legs move restlessly, like you’re so turned on you can’t stay still, and Zayne’s eyes close at the way the thought sits heavy in his groin, balls tightening as his hand squeezes the base of his dick.

He absolutely cannot do this, he cannot watch a video of a patient writhing around on their bed in nothing but their lingerie. The item you had pulled out, a sizable pink dildo, is laying by your thigh, and there is no question between that and the title about what is about to happen. But then you start speaking again, and Zayne is forced to open his eyes at the sound of your voice.

“Will you guys stay with me?” Your voice is breathier now, and you lick your lips when your hand palms a breast. Zayne’s jaw clenches, “I’ve needed to come all day since my appointment. My doctor has such big hands, it’s so fucking hot -” You gasp, fingers twisting a nipple through your bra, and Zayne’s thighs tense, a thick bead of precum dribbling down his cock at the idea that you’re about to think of him while you fuck yourself.

He must be fucking dreaming. Or maybe it’s a nightmare, given that he’s breaking every single possible rule right now by not clicking out of this video. But his dick is almost throbbing in his hand now, and he can’t rip his eyes away from the screen when your hand trails over your stomach, fingers slipping under the elastic of your thong. Your hand presses back against the mattress as you moan softly.

“I’ve been wet the whole way home,” You whine, “His voice, it’s so deep and soft. And his eyes; he watches me like he could ruin me if he wanted to. I can’t stop thinking about him,”

Zayne loses the battle against his entire brain screaming at him that this is wrong, this is a terrible idea. That he needs to stop. But he can’t, how is he supposed to stop when you’re rocking against your hand, lips parted to accommodate the ragged breaths and throaty sounds you make. He strokes himself, all the air leaving his lungs.

Your other hand reaches down to your thigh where the dildo sits, forgotten, and you smile as you hold it up to the camera, “I chose my biggest one for tonight. I want to imagine him fucking - ah - fucking me,”

“Oh, fuck,” He grits, other hand gripping the arm of his desk chair. His balls ache, and he runs his thumb over the head of his cock, watching you with half-open eyes as you shimmy out of the thong.

“How much do you want to see?” Zayne almost thinks you’re speaking directly to him, and it feels that way with the intimate hum of your voice. Maybe you are, maybe you’re imagining him doing this right now. Breaking every rule and fucking his hand while you shift on the bed, facing away from the camera and falling forward to reveal your soaked, pink pussy and the tight hole above. Zayne’s teeth nearly bite right through his lower lip when your hand reaches back, small fingers pushing right inside.

His hand speeds up, the slick sounds filling the room alongside your moans, and he wishes you were right here with him. He wishes that instead of removing your fingers and sliding the dildo through your folds, that you were here, bouncing on his cock.

You sit up slightly, looking over your shoulder as you place the dildo at your entrance. Your lips curl into a smile, “I don’t even need any lube tonight. I’m so fucking wet,”

“Yeah, you are,” Zayne murmurs to himself, half-mad with desire to see you be filled up. Even if he can’t be the one to do it, his teeth ache as he clenches his jaw, waiting for you to sink down onto that silicone, imagining it's him.

Teeth pressed into your soft lower lip, you slowly take every inch of the dildo, thighs trembling slightly, enough to make the skin of your ass ripple a bit. When you raise your hips up again, the silicone is shiny with your need, and Zayne’s mouth is watering, his fist jerking almost too fast. He doesn’t want this to be over yet, but when you start to bounce it’s too late to slow down. You’re almost moving at the same pace as his hand, and he groans, falling back into the seat so he can jerk his hips up a little, fantasising that he’s under you, that you’re taking him like a good girl would.

“Oh, god,” You whimper, the wet sounds of you fucking yourself like a melody through Zayne’s speakers, “s-so big, oh he’s so big, I know it -,”

“Shit,” Zayne digs his nails into his thigh to stop himself from coming. There’s sweat running down his chest now, and he reaches up to undo his tie, tossing it to the ground. He can barley breathe, his cock so wet it’s almost like he’s actually fucking you.

“F-fuck- I waited all day for this. Since I left his - hng - office. God, I want him to fuck me on the desk. I bet he would be so good, so rough. Oh god, please,” You’re no longer bouncing on the dildo, instead grinding your hips on it, skin dewy and flushed red, “God, I’m gonna come, oh - oh, fuck -”

Zayne is shaking, his hand almost cramping from how fast he’s dragging it along his cock. His balls give a warning throb before he flicks his eyes up to see you coming with him, your thighs twitching, hips moving jaggedly as you continue to grind down on the fake cock. He twists his wrist at the head of his length and groans loudly, closing his eyes, imagining you’re coating his dick, coming all over it. His cum stains his fingers and his white shirt, chest dropping harshly with every breath he drags in. His body feels weightless, eyes heavy, and he opens them to watch as you roll over on the bed, on your back with your legs parted, showing him and the camera the mess you’ve made.

Zayne’s cock twitches back to life at the thought of cleaning you up with his tongue.

Before he closes the video, he watches till the end. Stares at the way you slowly come back down to earth, sleepily stretching and grinning at the camera, voice hoarse, “Thank you, doctor,” you giggle, before the screen goes black, and Zayne is left to stare at his sweaty, fucked out expression in the reflection.

“Fuck,” He says.

[kiyomitakada]

i know its a classic. possibly cliche already. but i do wonder about Tumblr In The Death Note Universe probably more than i should

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💅 toxicbff Follow

if i see one more post attributing kira's powers to ~supernatural powers~ instead of the obvious fact that the cia is doing a coup I'm going to start giving You the heart attacks

💅 toxicbff

of course i saw the news how does that not prove my point further

the idea that all the police around the world could be mobilized by one single person is ridiculous (just look at this list of how many civilian militia there are globally)

heart attack victims don't seize the way "lind l tailor" did

i don't know how to tell you that You Can't Kill People Just By Knowing Their Name And Face because this is Real Life and not the newest grimdark marvel villain

people need to stop being scared of the ~bogeyman in the closet~ and wake up to the fact that usamerica is trying to take over the goddamned world

💅 toxicbff

im going to kill you all and nuke this website

#sayonara you weeaboo shits

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👾 lets-go-geeks Follow

DO TRUMP NEXT

🕵🏾‍♀️ penny-penelope Follow

LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST

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❤️‍🔥 lovesickened Follow

i know its stupid but im so fucking scared for my brother i heard that seven people died this week at the prison he's in and iinjust dont kenow what to do ihate him for ehat he did to mom but i never wanted him to die

#vent tw #delete later

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🏎 fastandyurious Follow

if i get a single more comment about why i don't tag "genderbend" on my kiratective fics i'm going to blow up the entire building. we don't know EITHER of their genders. why don't YOU tag your mediocre yaoi genderbend instead

🔆 sparkling-world Follow

…OP, you realize the news reports all consistently use "he," right?

🏎 fastandyurious

of course i do???? just because you see something on the news doesn't mean you have to believe it?????? they don't have any information on kira yet but i'm supposed to believe the fbi knows their gender already??????? also kira is literally a fucking girl's name my classmate in elementary school was called kira

🔆 sparkling-world

Kira comes from the Japanese romanization for "killer," it isn't gendered whatsoever.

Also, evidence shows the majority of serial killers are male, so I'd argue that the statistics favor the fujoshis here.

🏎 fastandyurious

well evidence shows that female serial killers are just more fun to write about and I'd argue that you're ignoring my fucking POINT which is that we DON'T KNOW KIRA'S GENDER and if people don't want to read lesbian kiratective they can FUCK OFF MY BLOG

🥚 i-offer-eggman Follow

I offer you an Eggman in these trying times.

🔮 I-stands-for-le-gay Follow

@lashitpostcalligrapher yo can i get "the statistics favor the fujoshis" on my tombstone

#fandom: kira rpf #ship: kiral #never heard it called kiratective before… #also uh. prayer circle for op's classmate lmaoooo

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BOYCOTT EIGHTEEN MAGAZINE

THEY ALLOW KIRA-SUPPORTING MODELS AND ARE COMPLICIT IN THIS MASSACRE

SOURCES HERE AND HERE (TRIGGER WARNING: KIRA DISCUSSION)

PUSH BACK AGAINST HEART ATTACKS

🧚🏽‍♂️ harubaru Follow

golly gee ^_^ suddenly i feel like taking to the high seas in a way that the eighteen company cant get profit from. oh no ! who left this link here

🐦‍⬛ kuro--misa Follow

thanks for the link but jesus fucking christ man what happened to free speech. misa-misa's parents were killed by a burglar who kira punished. did you all expect her to just sit there, look pretty, and say nothing about it?

you people only like models when they're nice pictures for you to consume. you only like them two-dimensional and smiling and hot. the second a woman actually speaks her mind she's thrown to the wolves

💃🏻 modelingmadness

DID YOU NOT SEE MY BANNER YOU PIECE OF SHIT

#BLOCKED

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🐦‍⬛ kuro--misa Follow

lol. lmao even

#they blocked me but whatever #official eighteen site just said misamisa wont be in the next issue #(eighteen sucks but i kind of want to use it more out of spite now) #so much for apologism huh? #god. i feel sick. #hasn't she been through enough.

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Imagine you're going home after a long day. Suddenly there's a sound. "Huh? Whose there" you ask, dropping your keys on the floor. Then you feel it. A knife pressing in your neck.

"Don't move kitten" Kira purrs behind you. "You're all mine now…"

#kiraxreader #kiraxoc #kira #kira rpf #kira investigation #kira fucker #kira fudger #kira lover #kira haters dont touch #kira haters please touch #kira supporters please touch #l

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Hello, everyone! My little sister told me about this microblogging platform (I admit, I'm a Twitter refugee) and that many of you are discussing the Kira investigation on here. I'm really interested in hearing what your thoughts are!

💋 sunny-sayu Follow

let the record show he lasted like. a day

#i think it was the imagines that did him in #bro is so sensitive :p

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kiyomitakada

the world could be beautiful

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[bangrychannie]

Stray Kids Fic Recs- Camboy/Sex Worker

One of my favorite types of skz fanfics is camboy/sex work fics-- so much so that I have a specific tab for them in my fic spreadsheet lol. I've compiled a few of my favs here! Under read more bc they are all obviously NSFW. Mostly Minsung but there's other pairings as well!

My other rec lists:

College AU

Time Loop/Time travel

Demons

Angst Free

Misc.

maid for you by hyunnies (minsung | 3/3 | 31903 | Explicit)

Felix jokingly tells Jisung he should visit the local tsundere maid café. Jisung can't get the thought out of his head. "The waiter in front of him is so, so, so hot. ‘My name is Minho,’ he says. ‘Not that I think you really deserve to know that. Come on, let me find you a table.’ He spins on his heel and starts walking towards the back of the café."

Jisung is an absolute loser in this and I'm obsessed. I love this one so much I've read it like 3 times lol. There's also a part 2 in Minho's POV!

up all night by sshhadow (hyunchan | 3/3 | 81224 | Explicit)

Chan: so genie isn’t gonna be in racy lingerie and jerking off? I.N: :D I.N: keep ur mind open hyung

OR: Chan is a video game streamer who gets [lovingly] bullied into joining an adult cam site, and Jeongin just so happens to have a few friends to recommend. Chan is an immediate simp for 'Genie', who grants him a birthday wish.

This fanfiction is AMAZING, the descriptions are delicious and every chapter is so good you'll be on the edge of your seat and begging to read the next one. Luckily for you it's completed, I had to wait for the updates which was very hard lol

this is what it feels like by iamnotme (minsung | 4/4 | 42260 | explicit)

Minho didn't mean to walk on his roommate touching himself on camera. He didn't even know Jisung was a camboy. He certainly didn't mean to appear on camera with Jisung himself, but he's too in love with him to think twice.

This fic is the definition of porn with plot. There is obscene amounts of yearning that will have you shaking your head at Minho the whole fic. 10/10 recommend

afterimages of you by leebitcore (minsung | 3/3 | 50000 | explicit)

"Sell your plasma, or your sperm,” Minho reads. Jisung’s eyes widen and his jaw drops in horror, sending Minho into a fit of giggles. “Easy, legal ways to make quick money. Number three: Sell your sextape to Pornhub.” Jisung abandons the remote on the table to lean into Minho’s shoulder, looking at the screen with him. “I think we’d do better on OnlyFans,” he comments mindlessly, followed by a sharp inhale when he realises what he's just said. Minho nearly snaps his neck to look down, meeting widened eyes that are staring right back at him.

after breaking their dishwasher, college roommates Jisung and Minho resort to unconventional methods to afford a replacement.

Another fic with obscene amounts of yearning from Minho. leebitcore is an amazing author!

boy of my dreams (on my screen) by nyxlogs (2min | 1/1 | 16129 | explicit)

Minho clicks on the link instinctively, too curious. It leads him to a profile named @minnie. He's about to ignore it when the site and channel description catch his attention—oh. The face in the picture is half hidden in shadows, only the lower part visible. It could be anyone else, but Minho would recognize those lips anywhere.

Minho discovers his crush, who is also his roommate is a camboy. He tries to deal with it normally (he fails).

There's a trend with a lot of these which is Minho yearning obscene amounts for his bestie/roommate. It usually results in a great story tho lol. You need an ao3 account to read this one but it's well worth it

i want you flowin' through my veins by lilies of dreams (minbin | 1/1 | 10336 | explicit)

“Come again?” Minho finally utters, placing his fork back down beside his plate. It takes him a minute but Changbin clears his throat, a seeming burst of confidence perking him up. “I want to start an OnlyFans.” Changbin gives a little nod as he says it, as if he’s reaffirming them both that that’s what he wants.

We love down bad Minho in this house!

oh, you kissed me just to kiss me by natigail (minsung | 6/6 | 91063 | mature) Jisung has never quite gotten the hype about sex, but touch-starvation is creeping up on him. When Felix jokingly suggests going to a sex worker to “get exactly the kind of affection and experience he wanted”, Jisung can't quite put the idea out of his head. He ends up in bed with kindest man who is willing to just hold him and let him ask dumb questions. He should have known he was doomed to fall. Or The five times Jisung books an hour of Minho's time, and the one time Minho shows up unannounced on his doorstep.

I think most people have read this one but if you haven't, you def should! No smut in this one but a lot of beautiful nonsexual intimacy and discussions about asexuality. I'm planning on doing an asexual rep rec list soon so you'll probably see this one again lol

LMCat_98 has joined the chat by foxieyny (minsung | 3/3 | explicit)

> Hey! Congratulations, I’m dming to let you know that you won the 50k giveaway for a private stream. You get thirty minutes free, can request whatever you want, and if you wanna keep it going after your thirty minutes are up, we can talk a little about payment. Please see my pinned tweet for more info about payments + what I will and won’t do! Hope to hear from you soon! Jisung drops his phone to his lap, slapping his hands over his face hard enough that it hurts. “Fuck,” he says, to nobody but himself. “Fuck.” — Or: Jisung wins a private stream with his favourite camboy. He stresses out about it a normal amount.

Another thing we love in this house is pathetic down bad Jisung. Another one I've reread a bunch hehe

Power and Control by Starlost29 (Seungin | 1/1 | 6706 | Explicit)

Kim Seungmin is an established Camboy who has gained popularity due in part to the unique dynamic he has with his viewers. One evening, an unusual guest enters the chat and everything Seungmin thought he knew about himself and his role starts to crumble.

Short and very hot!

tell them what you saw in me by Yourfriendlyneighborhoodficwriter (minsung | 1/1 | 13000 | explicit)

“He contacted my account just earlier, saying that I won and that I have 48 hours to get back to him with my information to verify and ensure safety so I claim the prize.” Minho finally looks up from the food going soggy on the dinner table. He thinks he’s gonna be sick. “You think it’s stupid, right? I mean it is. Stupid. Why would—” He stops him before he finishes that sentence. “Jisung,” he says, and it comes out strained, like a final cry for help, a plea to some god he doesn’t really believe in. There’s no time to consider the best way to go about this, what he should share and what he should not. He just wants Jisung to stop talking before he says something that ruins everything. “It’s me.” - - - or: If Minho can't be loved, he needs to be wanted. And if he can't be wanted, he'll let himself be used. Enter Jisung, who threatens to ruin the order of things for him.

This one is angsty af but has a happy ending!

Shockingly that is not all of the fics on my list, if this post does okay I'll do another one! My next plan is college AU part 2, asexual rep fics, roommate fics, then maybe another fantasy one! If you have fics you'd like recommended from any category and don't want to wait, shoot me an ask and I'll compile a list for you! I love spreading the love of great fanfics <3

[hayleythesugarbowl]

CHANDLER HCS PLEASE 🙏😭 i know you have some pretty popular Joey hcs and i would love some for Chandler Bing i love him so much thank you in advance

chandler bing x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • f•r•i•e•n•d•s masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: happy to give you the chandler content you deserve. i imagine this to take place in s1. hope you enjoy!! 💌🍒

edit!! i changed the picture because i found a more aesthetic one lol but same post 😌

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dating chandler would include…

so when he first saw you he thought you were way out of his league 

but joey convinced him to ask you out 

and you found his awkwardness adorable 

but you had to say ‘yes, I’ll go out with you’ a few times before he believed you 

‘are you sure? because don’t worry if you’re rejecting me, i’m good at this part.’

he took you to an aquarium for your first date because he had free tickets

(‘you know, i’ve never really seen the appeal of these things. i mean, do you think in another world fish go pay to see us walk around in our homes?’ you laughed at that.)

and one of the tanks broke and soaked you both

after giving you his jacket and walking you back to your apartment he said:

‘let me guess, you’ll call me?’

‘what? you think one wet, fishy date is going to stop me from seeing you again?’

‘from your tone im guessing no, in which case I’m thrilled and I’ll call you as soon as i get to my apartment.’

you kissed him as he stood there blushing 

and you were all he could talk about for weeks. 

he found ways to bring you up in every conversation 

‘speaking off coffee, you know (y/n)…” 

he loves cuddling with you

and watching tv in his chair together

which started because joey didn’t want anyone else siting in his chair 

he brags about you all the time to his friends

joey flirts with you whenever you go back to chandler’s apartment 

but it’s all in good fun and joey is thrilled to see chandler so happy 

chandler asks you for fashion advice constantly 

‘ok be honest: do i look like my grandmother in this?’

he gets so easily flustered like 😫 ajhfsfagajslf 

‘you’re so sexy’

‘i—you—you think I’m sexy? i mean, um, i—i just made it un-sexy didn’t i?’

he even quit smoking for you 

he needs reassurance that you love him and that he’s good enough for you all the time 

when you’re at work or he’s at work he calls you literally every hour just to say ‘hi’

he asks rachel and monica and phoebe for advice on how to please you 

you become really close with all of his friends and they love you so much 

chandler can always make you smile or laugh even on your worst days 

and he enjoys doing so

you play with his hair all the time

‘my parents? are you sure we don’t want to go see your family for the holidays?’

he said i love you first 

and then panicked that you weren’t going to say it too, as he tried to backtrack 

but you assured him that you loved him so much 

when you first started going out, he knew that he really liked you 

but as time went on he found himself falling more and more in love with you 

and that scared him 

until he realized that he was ready. that he wanted to be in a long-term relationship with you

maybe spend the rest of his life with you 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope this is what you wanted. i love writing for chandler so much. also rip matthew perry 🤍

[denv2]

felix collection🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

This week I only drew Felix!!!

While drawing Felix as a college student, I had a major case of "did they have hoods in this era?" but decided to let it go lol.

I like his zany moment.... I'm going to draw more pictures about this... His unwillingness to go back to zany touched my heart so much.

Below are the stories behind each of the pictures! (long)

First, a trio of smiling faces!

As you can see, it's an early Bendy costume, and I chose it on purpose.

I actually drew Bendy and Boris' faces first, and it's not like Bendy at this point in time, it's a little bit younger, and I like how they both have this really innocent, bright smile on their faces, so it's kind of like the first two kids before they get more serious as the story progresses. Felix... I think it's the same way I've always drawn him, but I think he looks a little bit fuller, lol.

Second, osix.

I actually just drew this.

The trio above was also drawn today, but this one was drawn right before I went to bed.

I just... I wanted to do one more painting and I was thinking about what to do, and I wanted to do Felix and Oswald, and then I realized that they're leaning against something, and then I put Oswald to bed.

Actually, I wanted to draw 'Felix is reading to the Bunny Kids and Oswald is watching' < I wanted to draw this one too, but I was drawn to something simple right now. I think I'll do this one later.

Third, college students Felix and Professor Wilson.

I love the feel of this drawing! I've been thinking about Felix's past lately, and it reminded me a bit of this time, so I really wanted to draw the two of them.

I love the relationship between a teacher and a pupil, and Professor Wilson is kind of like a mentor to Felix. They go to archaeological sites together and share research and expeditions, and it's nice to think about that...

I looked at Wilson's outfit at that time, and it was mentioned that he wore a tie, so I gave him a tie, and I added some eye wrinkles to his face to give him a more 'professor' look, and I think he looks like a kind professor. I think it's okay.

Felix. I wanted to make him look like a college student, so I put a hoodie on him, but when I was done, I realized that the hoodie... I realized it was when the hood didn't come out... but I had already drawn it. And I like the feeling of Felix in a hoodie, so it's a classic error, but please overlook it lol.

Fourth, zany-related Felix.

Actually, this was the first thing I drew. I've been drawing Felix all week, and this was the first thing I did.

This is a drawing of a scene from Chapter 172! I love the description of Felix after he uses his gag ability... I love it. It really stuck in my head...

The description of the shadow holding his stomach and laughing reminded me of one of Felix's trademark poses, where he grabs his stomach, leans back, and laughs. I couldn't resist drawing this.

I love the way he's wary of going back to zany... I think I'll be doing more zany-related Felix drawings for a while.

Actually, there's a story behind this one, I drew it without the hat, and then two days later I realized I needed to add the hat, so I revised it lol. I really, really like that hat on Felix, but it's so annoying when I try to draw it and I forget about it 🤣 It's hard to draw.

Finally, Felix and Alex.

Yeah... I really like the feel of this one. I kept staring at it after I finished it...

I love drawing Felix being angry, but he's not just angry. I feel like that image of him being angry and hateful with very complicated feelings is embedded in my head, and I like the feeling of Alex provoking him like that.

Personally, I think it's their facial expressions and the attitude of Alex's hands.

Let me start with Alex, his eyes... I really like how they came out, I just like the feel of them, and I like the mouth! It's a little bit more smirky than the last Alex, but I think it's more in line with how he's portrayed, and he's zany, so I wanted to give him a zany crazy moment. I love the way he's being pushed around by Felix and he's just laughing and relaxed and holding up his hands with his fingertips outstretched. I keep drawing Alex with his eyelids down. I feel like it's more fitting for him.

As for Felix... I think the way he's hunched over and the way he's frowning and glaring at Alex who's smiling is a nice balance. His mouth is a sharper curve instead of just a straight line. His expression towards Alex last time was definitely disdainful, but this time it's angry and more... It's more complex, and I like that.

Lastly, I want to talk about the side view, because I'm not good at side views... But this time, I tried to draw a side view, and luckily, I found the right proportions, so I think I managed to draw it somehow lol. I drew the tip of their eyes to stick out a little bit, but I drew this part while thinking about the original Felix side view and the depiction of the side sticking out, and then I remembered that Sonic fan art also drew this eye part to stick out a little bit. So I think I'll keep that for Felix's side view. The next thing was the ears, and I liked the way the two characters' ears were pointing towards each other lol.

At this point, Alex and Felix are drawn to have some differences in appearance. Felix's fur is more coarse, so it's longer, sharper, and hanging down, unlike Alex's, which is more groomed. Alex is well groomed and has a nicely trimmed back end that sits smoothly on top! You can get a better idea of this by comparing Felix's star picture. I deliberately made the back of Star Felix's hair a little shorter and higher up than it was before, so that it would be similar to Alex's hairstyle now (although Alex actually copied Felix's hairstyle back then).

It's funny... I've been drawing really hard this week lol. I don't know how long I'll keep this up. For those of you who have made it this far, I hope you enjoyed the chat. I always talk like this because... Because I'm bored, but mostly because I'm going to read it again later... Where else can I read about IM Felix... 🥺

[juniperdugong]

Make a Prince out of Him

Pairing: Jun x GN!reader Genre: Fluff CW: Very slightly suggestive (not even lol) WC: 394

Day 7 of To Halloween with Love Event

A/N: And when my Manhwa/Manhua obsession starts to show... what then?!

"Umm, love?" Jun's tone was very hesitant as it traveled from your shared bedroom to the living room where you sit impatiently waiting for your man to show off the costume that he let you pick out for him.

"Yes, Junnie!" You were practically bouncing off the wall with excitement. "Need help?"

"No no, I just... I don't know if this one is appropriate for the public, lovely..." He walks out and you're met with such a magical site, nearly drooling as your jaw drops. Jun comes out in a loose-fitting costume resembling traditional men's hanfu but revealing... so much more than it was supposed to be. "It shows my entire upper half... is it supposed to do that? Did we get sent a faulty costume?"

"Mmm... maybe?" And the look on your face does nothing to hide your true intentions. You bought the costume knowing that it would be a bit revealing, you and Jun had even looked over it together before you pressed "buy - But neither of you expected it to be this revealing, and maybe you didn't expect it to look this hot on your handsome boyfriend (what a silly assumption for you to make.)

"What should we do? I mean I can go out like this I gue-"

"NO!" You jump to cut him off, there's no way anyone but you is seeing him looking this good. The fan edits and fansite pictures would be gorgeous... But no! There were just some things that needed to be kept sacred! Sure his fans have seen his body but... not like this and special circumstances call for special measures.

"Junnie... Umm- let's just get you some fangs and some contacts and you go as a vampire this time? Hm?" He turns to you a bit confused but doesn't realize that he causes the robes to flow open as he faces you - Yeah, he's made for acting for sure with the way this scene is straight out of a drama...

"I went as that for Halloween last year though-"

"They won't mind! A different vampire look, maybe we can find something to make it a Jiangshi? A princely Jiangshi?" You're trying to think of anything to put to use the costume you have on deck while also being able to cover him up more, "they'll eat it up anyways... trust me..."

A/N: A Jiangshi is a Chinese hopping vampire for those who don't know! With everything going on in caratland rn I hope everyone's doing alright and that this maybe lifts your spirits a bit! Seriously... it's been going down for the past month WE CANT CATCH A BREAK!

Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed ! (They act as power-ups for me)

Taglist (OPEN): @bemybabiibish @bath1lda @porridgesblog

[royal-hair]

THE NETHERLANDS - Martina Stanislavova, Elles Nijkamp & Alexandre de Paris

Let's start with the Queen's hairdresser. Máxima is mainly in the hands of Martina Stanislavova, whose hair salon La Martina is in The Hague near Noordeinde Palace, but she also works with the hair & makeup artist Elles Nijkamp, who was the one that did Máxima's whole look for Willem-Alexander's inauguration in 2013.

The dutch royal family have their own hair salon in Huis ten Bosch Palace that was recently renovated to add a few more stations for the team of hairdressers to work not only on the senior royals, but the younger generation too as they're coming of-age and starting to participate in official events.

While Elles has been working with Máxima for 15 years, we don't exactly know when Martina started and it's a bit unclear who made which hairstyle each time as they have similar working styles.

Both Martina and Elles usually use hair extensions and hairpieces to create Máxima's signature look: the asymmetrical or side bun. We all know that Máxima wasn't blessed with a head full of hair, so to have those twisted or braided locks they have a little bit of help. We've even seen Máxima just wearing extensions in a simple ponytail.

According to Mode Koninging Máxima, Elles as well Martina have been accompanying Máxima in state visit overseas, like Elles n Belgium or the United Kingdom, or Martina in Portugal or the Caribbean tour where we saw her fixing Máxima's hair on site. Also, Martina was the one behind Amalia's updo in the latest state visit from Portugal.

While we talk about Martina and Elles as the main hairdressers, we do have to mention Hildo Groen who worked with Máxima since 2008 and from time to time he does her hair. I also found the name Ilham Mestour as a hairdresser of hers but didn't find a time or an event linked to her.

A now to a heavyweight in the hairdressing world: Louis Alexandre Raimon. And you might be asking yourself "who's that?", maybe you know him better by his artistic name Alexandre de Paris.

Alexandre de Paris was the most famous hairdresser to ever exist, the one that styled old Hollywood stars like Elizabeth Taylor, Greta Garbo or Audrey Hepburn and another royals like Grace Kelly, Queen Sirikit or Farah Pahlavi. He was so important that he was the president of the Organization Mondiale de la Coiffure for 15 years (from 1978 until 1993).

And what's the link between Alexandre de Paris and the dutch royals? He was the mastermind behind Princess Beatrix' iconic voluminous hairstyle.

Young Princess Beatrix was in need of a signature style, and the Palace hired the best of the moment, Alexandre de Paris, who designed the new look of the Princess, a hairstyle with volume and the ends in a twist. She debuted the hairstyle on her 18th birthday portrait (seen above).

As we all know, Beatrix has been sporting the same hairstyle since she was a little girl, wearing her permed hair short, Alexandre only added the glamour that reigned at the time and a lil bit of structure and a recognizable hairdo was born. The only change over time is that Beatrix in her youth wore mostly a side part and over time she favored the style without a part and everything swept back and the side twists.

We don't really know the name of who kept styling Beatrix' hair after that, but as I said at the start of the post, there's a hair salon at Huis ten Bosch and before it was renovated, there was only one work station for the palace hairdressers to work on Beatrix as she was the only user the longest time until Máxima came into the picture.

It is said that Beatrix had her hair washed twice a week and was styled everyday, but with two exceptions: on vacation or when wearing a hat, it's Beatrix herself who styles it. And the secret to the hair is out, so if you want to try it at home and feel like Beatrix (lol) you just need to use electric rollers for 3 minutes, comb it all backwards and tease it 7cms above the skull, and industrial amounts of hairspray.

Going back to works we know Alexandre did, both Beatrix and Irene's wedding looks and during the state visit to France in 1991, he was also in charge of the Queen's hair.

I would love to talk more in depth about Alexandre de Paris and how transcendental he was for the hairdressing world, so maybe sometime in the not-so-distant future I'll dedicate a whole post to him.

Sources: x x x x x x x x

[kaliido-s]

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Hey hi I’m Kal and I draw things sometimes. I’m trying to become more active on tumblr and I figured I’d make a proper pinned post to organize my stuff and give a brief profile on myself

I’m agender, currently 17, and use he/him and she/her pronouns interchangeably. Please do not use they/them to refer to me. For random posts where I yap about my thoughts check the #kal thoughts tag. I’m autistic and post about my different hyperfixations and interests, including…

Godzilla, Undertale/Deltarune, Predator, Transformers, Planet of the Apes, Wings of Fire, and palaeontology and the natural world. If there’s a neat, potentially sapient creature in it, chances are I’ll like it. While I may reblog WoF content, I have largely grown out of my interest in the series, so please don’t follow me for WoF art, as they will likely be once in a blue moon. On the other hand, Godzilla and kaiju are what I post about most often, whether it’s about the canon media or my own fangoji story, Godzilla Rekindled. You can find posts about it through its own tag #godzilla rekindled, feel free to ask me questions because I love yapping!!! :)

(Pictured: Gojira and Gojirin, who make me want to walk into oncoming traffic. I’m trying to post about them more frequently because I spend too much time yapping on discord instead.)

My Socials

Twitter - Unfortunately most active here, the site is really becoming a pain for me so I’m making the effort to be on tumblr more often

Toyhouse - Read my yaps boy

YouTube - Inactive, unless…? (I plan to post some stuff here when I finish them, I used to animate a lot and you can look at it if you wish. Been trying to slowly get out of my burnout)

Archive of our Own - Read my Kongzilla fic #meeting halfway if you want… I’ll write the last two chapters eventually lol (4/6 chapters are done if you just found this out now I am so sorry I forgot to update tumblr 💔)

Discord - Kaliido_scope, dm me if we’re close

Art Info

Commissions? At the moment I only take commissions for Discord Nitro as it’s my only method of compensation. I usually do this for friends or people within certain discord servers, so for public comms, the answer is effectively no. The same can be said for art trades. Art requests are closed unless I say otherwise.

I use IbisPaintX to draw, Alight Motion to edit, and Flipaclip on the rare occasion I animate. Do I recommend these apps? Not really! I’m just stubborn and like sitting through ads and not paying for things.

That’s all the info you need to know, thank you!

(scribble of my silly dog sona by my buddy @corvidcaws )

[2------2]

STOBOTNIK HEADCANON #4

Okay, we have Robotnik being all clever, snarky, and talkative, but can we have that with stone as well?

Like:

*Maybe he has a tumblr account and the doctor notices and reads through it

(Stone answered to a post calling him a slut and whore "and with your help I shall be president too" (actual post somewhere on this site)).

*And he texted a friend "This book reminds me of you : [Picture of DSM5]

*Also he just jokes and laughs with himself, when the boss is not around (because I do that with me. autism, comedy show for one!) though that doesn't mean Robotnik can't watch the tapes and secretly laugh at Stones jokes.

Also I would like for him to have dry humor and humor in the face of bad situations (like Bryce tankthrusts's "Aaand there go ALL my friends". Like Gen Z with PTSD from life.

Elephant falling out of the sky, nearly crushing you: "Hi Stacy, How's it going? LOVE your new nailpolish!, How's Fred?

Experiment rendering your car a total wreck? : You know? I always thought there was something not quite right with my car. Now I get it! It was the glove compartment. Never could quite fit all my needed items in there. (while just sipping a mug of coffee or tea).

Guys falls, because he rode his bicycle to fast: Monologuing the "Stop it, get some help" PSA, while gesturing like conversing with someone.

Or just being funny. For example: I sometimes imagine the dial up sound in my head or the windows error and shutdown sounds when I'm overwhelmed. When I am done with a stressful situation (as in: don't want to deal with it, not like "mastered it", lol.) I sometimes make my hand into the "call me" signal and mime hanging the Receiver up (more accurately: putting the receiver down).

Personally I would like for Robotnik to notice it and bug stone, so he can listen and watch it, because it is peak entertainment and keeps him busy when he doesn't want to invent and needs to wait for a new episode of his favorite Soap opera "La Ultima passion". Also it's free. And his laughter is so cute.

Edit: I would also like to say, that Stone is a Tumblr veteran, he has the same complete weird humor of us all, like "Do you know the mushroom man?", "The ways on how to cannibalize children", "none Pizza left beef" etc.

I am talking full, snark machine, will be nice in real life to people he doesn't know, will be menace to people he is comfortable with and will verbally obliterate your ass (friendly) because you can't kick his ass over the internet.

[ihavethedreamiesx]

Best Friend's Brother | Doyoung [NSFW]

Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung - NCT 127)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.3k

Pairing: Doyoung x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Friends to Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Like 5 years, reader is 19 and he's 24), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Fingering, Spanking (once or twice), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago and had it saved somewhere else and totally forgot about it till the other day, lol. I Beta-ed it myself but there might be some errors still.

Revised (1/31/25) - I forgot to change the name to (Y/N), so I fixed it!

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! Share, even if its to the other sites! Let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

You’ve always had eyes for your friend’s brother. It’s nearly impossible not to given the fact that he is simultaneously the cutest and hottest thing on the face of the Earth. There are times where Doyoung will smile or laugh, and your heart melts; then other time he’ll get angry or annoyed, and that look…makes your ovaries explode. His broad shoulders and narrow build appeal to more than the ripped guys you meet at the gym. You always wondered what he has hiding under his baggy clothes though, because every time you’re at the pool, he either doesn’t get in or wears a shirt… Though, the wet fabric clinging to his body doesn’t leave too much to the imagination. The worst part though is that your best friend knows everything. And she teases you mercilessly for it. She’s never been disgusted by your crush on her brother; however, she has requested to never see anything between the two of you.  Fat chance at anything ever happening though; to him, you’re like another little sister. You have been friends with his actual sister for many, many years and he probably still sees you as the toothless six-year-old that hit him in the head with a plastic baseball bat. It wasn’t on purpose of course, but he and his sister have never let you live it down.

Luckily, since he’s five years older, there’s never been a point where you two were at the same school. You aren’t sure you could have handled all the stares and attention he got from other girls, because he for damn sure got it. You remember one Valentine’s Day the amount of chocolates and notes he brough him from school. The year after you had decided to make chocolates for him yourself, but when they turned out horribly misshapen -still tasty- you at them all yourself.

Little does he know; you have a framed picture with him on your vanity… But not in a creepy way. It’s from a few summers back when your group of friends had gone camping, and he went along with some of his friends to basically act as a chaperone. Therefore, there were other people in the picture, not just you and him. Your favorite part of it is that he’s standing behind you with that beautiful smile, his hand resting on your head. Right after the picture was taken, he had ruffled your hair then dispersed with the rest of the group. That night, several of your friends flirted and joked with his, but you and he sat off to the side, watching the shenanigans. You both had been exhausted but would have been teased relentlessly if you went to bed early, so you sat together under a tree watching the fireflies. It wasn’t until much later that you found out you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he too fell asleep, with his head resting on yours. Rumor has it, your best friend has a picture, but she refuses to show you. She claims she needs it for when she does something otherwise unforgivable and needs an out.

One day you are over at her apartment, both of you studying on a hot late-spring day, the open windows allowing for a nice breeze to waft through. Her apartment is settled above their aunt’s bakery and therefore she gets a discount on rent. Since their aunt and uncle have no children themselves, Doyoung is set to inherit the business in a few years. On nice days, they would sit outside and offer samples and coupons to people walking by and his beautiful face always draws people in like flies. It’s honestly amazing to listen to him chuckle and converse with customers, but also distracts you from your studies. Often, your friend catches you, eyes closed, reveling in listening to him while you daydream.

“Yah! Get to work.” She taps the end of her pencil on your notebook

“Sorry…” You snap out of it and get back to taking notes. Summer break is approaching, which means so are finals. Not too worried about it, you realize you might gain a reason to be if you continue to drift off into Doyoung land. It soon becomes closing time for the bakery since it only stays open until about 6pm this time of year. You decide to take a break and get off the floor to pace her apartment. The remnants of the food you had delivered have been put in the refrigerator and the dishes have long since been picked up by the delivery boy. Opening the fridge, you scan through it, feeling a bit snacky but not sure what you want. You also have a bad habit of opening the fridge when in the kitchen even if you aren’t hungry. Going to the small balcony, you lean on the railing to watch Doyoung sweep in front of the store and wipe tables down. The sleeves of his white button-up are rolled up above his elbow and his jeans are perfectly hugging-

“How’s studying going?” His voice startles you and your eyes move from his ass to his eyes. He’s looking up at you like a curious bunny and it’s the cutest freaking-

“Uh, it’s going.” You huff a small laugh awkwardly, hoping he hadn’t caught you staring.

“Do you need any help?” he asks, and you blink back. Should you take the opportunity? You really don’t need the help… You glance behind you at the pile of books and papers on the table, as well as his sister conked out, drooling on her homework.

“Uh, yes please. I’ll be right down!” You call as quietly as you can for him to still hear you but not wake her up and shuffle back inside to grab your study materials. Your sandals flop on the stairs as you descend the outside staircase and move to meet him out front.

“Let’s go sit inside, it’s a bit cooler.” He smiles and motions for you to follow. He closes the doors, flipping the sign to ‘closed’, and you find a table. There are only three small tables inside, so you have to put some of your stuff on the windowsill next to you. He removes his apron -dear lord his buttons are struggling- and moves the chair from across to next to you.

“What class are you studying for right now?” he asks.

“Advanced World History.” You aren’t exactly having trouble, but it is the hardest class you need study for. His eyes widen, then he blinks at you.

“You’re, what, a second year? I could have never at nineteen…” He shakes his head.

“Can you now?” you ask, and he laughs. Your heart thuds so hard it’s like she fell over the railing of a balcony.

“I can try… I should have asked what class before I offered.” He huffs a nervous laugh.

“Well, maybe you can just help me go over the study guide. You know, make sure I know what I’m talking about.” You hand him a green-paper packet and he turns his chair to face you better, leaning back into it. He begins to go over questions, and you answer, but he trips you up. You had memorized them in order, and he’s reading them off at random. This means you have to actually know what the answer is instead of relying on repetition.

“Daeng! Try again!” He eyes you over the top of the paper playfully. You crinkle your nose, thinking.

“You’re so cute…” he whispers, but you hear it. You head shoots up to stare at him, and realization crosses his face that he said that out loud. You expect him to brush it off as some little sister thing, but his cheeks and ears turn a bright red.

“I’m cute? Me? No, no, you’re cute.” You have no idea where the confident flirtation came from, but you’re dead serious. He blinks at you again.

“Cute.” You point at him, your deadpan stare and serious tone catching him off guard. He clears his throat nervously and won’t meet your eye.

“Next question.” You wave the situation off, screaming inside. It’s like you’re having an out-of-body-experience, and your filter’s been removed, letting him hear your instinctual thoughts.

“You really that I’m cute?” He puts the paper down, sitting up straight.

“You are the cutest thing on the face of the Earth.” Once again, you are completely serious. His whole face blooms red and he brings his hand to your mouth, trying to hide his giddy smile.

“Come on, keep going, we didn’t finish.” You push the paper toward him, but he just glances at it.

“Questions.” You poke the paper.

“How long have you thought I’m cute?” He puts his hand down; the embarrassment dissipates and turns to smugness.

“Forever, continue.” Paper is shoved. Finally, he picks up the packet and when his face is hidden, you release a rush of air to try and calm down.

“One a level of one to ten, how cute am I?” Man, he’s like a dog with bone. You roll your eyes.

“Eleven.”

“How long have you liked me?” That throws you off a bit.

“I never said I liked you-“ You try to play it off; he puts the packet back down.

“You think I’m cute?” He smirks.

“Puppies are cute, bunnies are cute, you are cute. In what world does that mean I like you?”

“Why do you have the hoodie I ‘lost’ a few years ago in your closet?”

“H-how do you know about that?”

“Saw it in a picture on your story when you were modeling the animal onesies you and my sister got to match.”

“It could have been any red hoodie…How do you know it’s yours?”

“I didn’t…not until now. Plus, it’s way too big.” He smirks and your violent intentions flare to life.

“You little shit!” You scold and he guffaws. You’re sure your face is as red as that sweatshirt.

“How did you even get it?” He questions and you exhale harshly.

“I was at your house when it was just your me and your sister. We had ordered pizza, but I was in my bathing suit since we were playing with the hose outside in the heat. The doorbell rang and I was not answering the door in my school swimsuit, so I grabbed the first thing out of the clean laundry I could find.” You share and he hums.

“Just you in my hoodie, hm~?” His gaze changes and you aren’t sure how to feel.

“Oh, hush, pervert…” You mumble, glancing out the window at the setting sun. You hear the chair scrape on the floor, then feel him standing next to you, close enough you can feel his warmth. Turning to glare up at him, your neck cracks having to bend back so far. He’s so close… If you breathe too deeply your chest will brush against him; that thought makes your breath hitch. Do not breathe. However, the air is stolen from your lungs when his hands, his beautiful hands, cup your jaw.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, his lips already slightly touching yours.

“Ye-“ You can’t even finish your acceptance as he instantly latches onto you. You whine, any sass draining from your instantly. Carefully, you lift your arms and clutch his shirt above where it’s tucked into his jeans. His hand moves from your jaw to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, his other hand running down your arm and settling politely on your waist. Doyoung finally pulls away and your breath comes out harsh, sucking in air. After your lung’s respite, he’s on your again, this time his tongue sneaks past your lips and brushing over yours. You gasp and he swallows it, backing you up till your back hits the wall and your hands leave his side to clutch the fabric over his chest. Once again, he pulls away right as you need to tap out for air. A small trail of saliva connects your lips, and he licks over his own, breaking the connection. He moves to bend down, most likely to kiss your neck, but you stop him.

“We can’t, not here. Your sister could come down any minute. At least let me get the rest of my stuff. We can go to my place, it’s closer.” You whisper and he backs up a bit.

“Don’t you live in a dorm?”

“Yes, but my roommate works nights.” You’re still so close that your lips brush as you talk. He grunts, backing up, and you move toward the door so fast you almost slip. Your left sandal comes partially off, and you fix it, before shuffling rapidly out and upstairs again. Being as quiet as possible, you enter her apartment and grab your other things, shoving them in your bag. You bump your leg on the table as you move around and fight back a grunt. His sister is still asleep, so you lay a blanket over her shoulders and shut the windows, hitting your leg again on the other corner of the table. Coming down about five minutes later, you see he’s behind the counter when you renter, probably finishing last minute business. You shove all of your study materials haphazardly into your bag and then wait patiently for him to finish. You’re sure you look extra sexy with frizzy humidity hair, panting like an old dog with two still-forming bruises on your shins. He goes into the back then comes out with his own bag and smiles innocently as he meets you.

“Ready?” He whispers directly into your ear, and you want to scream YES! But you refrain.

“Yep.” You try to stay casual, and he chuckles. He leads you outside and across the street to his car. It’s nice, not super fancy, but still pretty nice; it’s a dark blue with black leather seats. You’re not sure your bare, sweaty thighs would love the upholstery. Getting in, you throw your bag in the back along with his and before you can reach for your seatbelt, he’s doing it for you. Right as he clicks it, he gives you a brief peck on the lips. He goes to start the car, and your hand flings out to rest on his arm.

“Wait… I need to know, what- how do you feel about me?” You don’t want this to be a one-night stand, a fling. You’re pretty sure this is more than a crush, could be full-on love, and you don’t want your heart broken. Especially not by him, anyone but Doyoung. His gaze turns to you, soft, and he sighs.

“Honestly, it was last year that I realized what’s going on. It was your birthday party at the noraebang, and you were singing with one of the guys there, I don’t remember his name. Anyway, it was a romantic duet and despite the fact that he could, and you cannot-“

“Hey!”

“I couldn’t stand seeing you so close to another guy. Watching you struggled to read the prompter because your contacts weren’t the right prescription, was just so freaking cute. Then, you smiled at me so brightly when the song ended, at least I saw it that way… I only wanted you to smile at me like that. I’ve been hiding it, because I didn’t think you would want to go out with your friend’s big brother…” He taps awkwardly on the steering wheel, giving you a sheepish look.

“My dude, that is the most popular trope in fanfiction, you realize that right?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, that and a daddy kink-“

“Okay, thanks, that’s all I need to know!” He sighs again.

“I really, really like you.” He finishes and you bring your hand to rest on his, wrapping your fingers around his, resting them on the center console.

“I really, really, really like you.” You emphasize the third really, and he smiles sweetly, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“If this is too fast for you-“

“I have been waiting years for this. Drive!” You point forward and he laughs, doing as you say. Once you get to campus, you direct him to the parking lot nearest your dorm building. There’re still people walking about in the dusk light, and you grab your stuff and his hand, leading him inside. Going up to your floor, you drag him down the hall, awkwardly nodding to your neighbors. They’re gawking at Doyoung, and it pisses you off. You grumble as your keycard refuses to work the first time, getting more upset that you’re letting them eye-hump your man… In reality it’s probably more because there’s a dude there, not what he looks like. You finally see the light turn green and hear the lock click open. Shoving the door open, you yank him inside. Throwing your bag on the floor, you use your card to enter the room as he looks around the tiny dorm living room. Another room was across from yours where two other girls lived.

“Don’t worry, these walls are really soundproof.” You reassure, shutting the door as he enters.

“How do you know that?” He smirks and you roll your eyes.

“Because if one of them ever brings a guy, I don’t hear anything. You motion vaguely. While your room is clean, bed-made, you panic upon seeing your rabbit stuffed animal on the bed. You grab it, its name may or may not be Doyoung, and yeet it into the closet.

“What are you hiding?” He teases and you close the door to the closet, before being backed into it.

“Nothing.” You try to cover the act by resting your forearms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his neck. He hums suspiciously, bumping your forehead with his, before very softly kissing you. It’s different from before, this feels more like love than lust. It makes your head swim more than the previous kisses. He pulls back after a much shorter time, and he runs his hands over your frizzy hair.

“You’re beautiful.” His soft voice makes you want to cry.

“So are you,” you bring him down to your level again and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you so close you can feel the buttons of his shirt dig into your stomach. One hand drifts to you short-clad ass and grips. You let out a gasp and his tongue once again invades your mouth when he kisses you; he’s the best kiss you’ve ever had. You also have a feeling he was about to be the best in other ways too. Disconnecting your lips, he moves down, laying wet kisses and sucks onto your neck. You let out a shaky exhale as he sucks over your pulse. You know the position he’s in is probably not comfortable, having to bend over so far due to his height.

“Move to the bed?” You offer and he lays one more kiss on your neck, then pulls back to allow you both to move. You barely sit down on the bed before he pushes your lightly onto your back and crawls over you. He stares warmly down at you for a second, then shoves his knee between your legs, grinding his thigh into you.

“Ah!” You moan softly as his lips reattach to yours. He dominates the kiss and you’re totally fine with it. As his tongue wraps around yours, your hands fly to the buttons on his shirt, shakily undoing them as quickly as you can.

Much to your disappointment, he’s wearing a white tank top underneath, hiding his bare body. He breaks the kiss to then remove his shirt and…fuck. Just seeing his bare shoulders does enough for you… While to many that may not be sexy, that’s the most of Doyoung’s skin you had ever seen. He smirks at your gawking, watching your reaction as he removes the tank top and lets it fall to the floor next to the bed. Despite the fact that you’ve neither heard of nor seen him work out, he’s nicely toned. For a man who likes to lie in bed all day, he has a nice body.

“Your turn,” he argues when you try to kiss him again. You swallow, nervous, but nonetheless sit up to remove your own tank top. You’re in a sports bra underneath, super sexy, and you hesitate, but then remove it as well. Instantly, he’s on you. He manhandles you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his lips latch onto a nipple. You sigh at the feeling, never really that sensitive there, but since it’s him, you actually shiver a bit… He lets go with a pop and you feel a surge of adrenaline, pushing him off. He lands on his back, using his elbows to prop himself up. Before he can question you, you straddle him, running your hands over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach,

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this.” You whisper, and he huffs in amusement. As you stroke his skin, his hands grasp at you, linking his fingers through the belt loops of your jean shorts. With a handle to hold onto, he pulls you down and grinds up into you. Since you’re both wearing denim, there isn’t a ton of sensation, but the act itself makes you both groan. You can tell he’s getting harder by the second, and you’re sure your underwear is already ruined. He continues to grind up into you, making your hands falter.

“Okay!” You declare, climbing off of him just enough to move down the bed and fumble with his belt. He seems shocked, but when he tries to protest, you shoot him a glare. You rub his cock through the fabric of his boxers, salivating slightly. Finally, pulling him out, you gasp, staring at him. While not absolutely huge, he’s bigger than anyone you had been with before.

“(Y/N)-“ Doyoung’s thoughts drop off when you run your tongue up the length of him. Unfortunately, no moan or groan comes out, but he does let out a harsh exhale. You have no idea how long you’ve wanted to do this, and no one, not even him, is going to stop you. Not that he wants to stop you. After a few more licks and kisses, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and begin to descend. Finally, he lets out a light groan and it sounds heavenly. You can’t get all of him in your mouth without using your throat, so that’s what you do. When your lips meet the skin of his pelvis and you swallow, his arms give out and he flops onto his back. His gorgeous fingers dig into your scalp, gripping your hair but not moving you. You swallow again and begin to bob your head, taking him to the base each time. He’s getting louder and his noises make you moan.

“Fuck!” He curses at the vibration, so you do it again.

“(Y/N), if you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum-“ He warns. You don’t stop; you want him to cum down your throat. Continuing, if not increasing your pace and sucking strength, he lets out a whining moan and thrusts up slightly as you feel his cum shoot down your throat. Swallowing it all down, you slowly pull off as he catches his breath. He looks up at you as you make sure to get every drop that had spurted around your lips. Seeing this does something to him and he shoots up, pinning you down roughly against the bed. You squeak in surprise as he rapidly undoes the button of your shorts and yanks them off. He pauses at your panties; they have little ducks on them. He gives you a look, to which you shrug, and then those too are yanked off. You watch as he takes his fingers and runs them up your soaked slit. You moan, eagerly anticipating him fingering you; his hands are just so-

“Doyoung!” He suddenly shoves a finger inside you. He quickly finds your sweet spot, surprisingly so, and the pleasure shakes you. Without warning he adds another finger, scissoring them as you try to catch your breath. He hovers over you, waiting till you get enough air for him to kiss you. When you can finally breathe easily, his lips attach to yours, his tongue wrapping around yours. You’re in heaven, and he isn’t even fucking you yet. You aren’t sure you could handle the pleasure. He leaves your lips, and you throw back your head, the pleasure of his now three fingers building rapidly.

“Oppa, I’m gonna cum.” You moan and something about the pet-name gets to him, and his movements intensify, his thumb moving to your clit.

“Then do it,” he orders, and you see white. He continues his assault, helping you ride out your orgasm. Before you get too over-stimulated, he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to suck your juices off. You gape at him, body feeling limp. By that point he’s completely hard again, and he spreads your legs, placing one knee up over his elbow, rubbing the head of his cock your still twitching hole.

“Oh, please-“ You encourage, and he slowly begins to ease into you. The stretch stings a bit, but the overwhelming feeling and emotions overpower it. As he slowly gets deeper, you try desperately to not cum again so soon. Having Doyoung inside you, finally, was better than you’ve ever dreamed. He’s finally in all the way, barely bumping your cervix; you feel so full.

“G-give me a second.” You grip his biceps, controlling your breaths to get used to the feeling. He kisses over your face as you get used to him, ending with a soft peck to your lips.

“Ready?” He questions and you nod. He starts slow, barely pulling out, before going as deep as he can, grinding his pubic bone against your clit, your breath hitching each time.

“More.” You plead and he smirks. He hitches your other leg up as well then begins to thrust harder, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. You can already feel your orgasm building, it makes your head swim; nothing has ever felt so good. He continues the half-thrusts and after a particularly hard grind, you come undone again. It shocks both of you and he halts his movements as you clench around him. His brows furrow at your tight walls fluttering, trying hard to not cum himself, he wants to give you the most pleasure he can before he finishes. Once your orgasm has calmed, he begins he slow pace again, quickly building speed and you practically scream when he begins to fuck you in earnest. You’re practically bent in half as he looms over you, pounding you into the mattress. Your hands fly up to grip at his bare back, nails dragging and leaving red welting scratches. Doyoung groans at the feeling and digs his own nails into your thighs. The slight prick of pain excite you, more than you thought it would. That’s something to explore later though. All of a sudden, he pulls out and you exclaim.

“What-?” With much more strength than you thought he’d have; he flips you over onto your hands and knees. You barely keep your balance before he slams back in, knocking your arms out from under you. Your front half falls to the bed, and you grip the sheets to hold on for dear life. He’s deeper now, each thrust ramming the head of his dick against your cervix. Tears prick at your eyes; the pleasure so intense you’re almost not sure you can handle it. Then, his hand comes down harshly on your ass and you yelp.

“Fuck, do that again please~” You plead, and you can practically hear him smirk. He lands another hit on the other side this time, most likely leaving a big red handprint. The somewhat flimsy wooden bedframe provided by the college rocks, the headboard knocking into the painted brick wall. If you weren’t being fucked out of your mind, you’d make a mental note that despite the unsteadiness, a lot of students have probably done something like this. That alone proves the resilience of the beds. Your hands above your head are gripping your sheets hard and his hands leave your hips to cover yours. He links his fingers with yours, his thrusts getting slightly off rhythm. As he fucks his cock into you, he buries fully back into you each time, more of your braincells floating away. Nothing else comes to mind but your impending orgasm.

“Doyoung…gon-gonna cum~” You whine.

“Me too, hold on a bit, princess,” he grunts, leaning over you more, one arm wrapping around your middle, so his hand lays on your lower stomach. His thrusts get shallower, but no less deep, pressing on your tummy to heel him inside you.

“Cum inside~” you tell him and he almost outright stops.

“I’m on the pill, please, cum inside~” You plead, and he swears several times, grinding into you. When you feel his hot cum shooting inside, it knocks you over the edge. You see stars and swear you black out for a few seconds. When you come to, he’s pulling out and great deal of fluid flows down the inside of your thighs.

“You squirted~” He informs, and you barely register what he says.

“Huh?”

“You soaked me.” He chuckles and you prop yourself up to look back at him. You gape at the very obvious splatter of wet covering his lower half.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I’ve never done that before!”

“Shh, it’s okay, it was hot.” Doyoung chuckles and you sigh in relief. You slowly let your body fall to the bed till you’re lying on your stomach.

“Where’s the bathroom?”

“Second door across the living room.” You wave your hand, already feeling drowsy. You listen as he partially clothes himself, pulling his underwear and pants back on, then leaves your room. Since you don’t hear anything, you assume your roommates are not home and he comes back with a warm, damp washcloth. He’s incredibly attentive and helps you clean up. Slowly, you sit up as he throws the towel on your dirty laundry. He picks his shirt up off the floor and hands it to you.

“I have clothes to change into…” You point at your dresser, and he shakes his head.

“Please~?” He gives you a smug look and you narrow your eyes at him. Snatching the shirt from him, you button it up and you smile at how the fabric pools over you. The sleeves go past your hands, and you could practically wear it as dress and still be decent enough to go outside. He sits on your bed, and you stare at each other for a bit.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, almost sheepishly. You furrow your brow dramatically.

“What kind of question-? Yes, of course!” You glare and he laughs, tackling you. Since you’re on a twin sized bed, you both can barely fit. He presses his back against the wall and hugs you so close to him there’s still a good four inches of bed at your back. You bury your head in the crook of his neck and reach to pull the comforter over you two.

“What about when your roommate comes home?” he asks as you cuddle. You glance behind you at the clock.

“I’ll text her; she can sleep on the couch.” He reluctantly lets you get up to retrieve your phone. You stand, texting, and he admires you in just his shirt.

“Be nicer if it was red…”

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[munsons-melody]

starchild’s competition

18+ Minors, DNI.

summary: dustin’s noticed your odd behavior and takes it upon himself to figure out what’s going on. little does he know, you’ve fallen in love with the dungeon master of his dnd club.

pairing: eddie munson x female!henderson!reader

cw: almost smut? implications of sex, kissing, etc. bit of fluff / bit of smut

word count: 5.1 k

a/n: this is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written, definitely thinking of making a pt. 2… also apologies for the spacing on this one, it didn’t like me pasting my writing from wattpad to tumblr lol

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dustin henderson never snooped... okay that was a lie, he only snooped when he knew he needed to, like today

you and dustin had grown up as close siblings. without your dad in the picture, moving to hawkins when you were 14 and he was 9, and living with your single mom, you knew you had to take care of each other

obviously, you two had run-of-the-mill spats with each other as every sibling has with one another, but you two still loved each other very much

even the times when he's tackled you in order to get the last pop tart, in which you would snatch it back from him, just for him to say 'no collarbones' to tug on your heartstrings and you'd end up giving it to him anyways

but these past few weeks had been very different, you were different

you were always out late, and if you weren't already out late, you were pretending to go to bed early just to sneak out of your window to be out late

you were never really in the house anymore, and when you were, there would be an odd smell coming from your room

dustin was became confused on why you never had much time to drive him to hellfire or bother steve together at family video anymore, and he was confused on why you would always finish dinner quickly then go straight to your room or why you'd always have some metal song playing in your walkman (a genre he didn't even know you owned cassettes of)

but little did he know the reason why was because you had accidentally fallen in love with one of his best friends and the dungeon master of his dnd club... eddie munson

and truth be told it was an accident.

you and eddie had always inconspicuously flirted with one another. it occurred whenever you would drop off dustin at hellfire, or when eddie would come up to the kitchen during one of the campaign's breaks to see you before the rest of the party would come up from the basement of your house

the two of you would talk, laugh, make jokes, and much to dustins knowledge, he knew that neither of you would try anything, i mean you couldn't right?

wrong. after a few weeks, eddie formally asked you out. it was for a nice romantic picnic out by lovers lake. you said yes, seeing as the cute metalhead in front of you already had you wrapped around his finger, and one date couldn't hurt...

but more dates did occur- watching corroded coffin play at the hideout, sneaking out to smoke at his house, making out in the back of his van with music blaring in the background, and having him over to study since you two "had the same history class and were made partners by your teacher" - which is what you always told dustin

you couldn't help it, the two of you just naturally gravitated toward each other, but you still didn't tell dustin, or really anyone for that matter. you loved your little bubble that you built together over the past couple months and the fear of scrutiny from other party members, especially your little brother, would burst it

but nonetheless, dustin grew suspicious of his sister, suddenly acting secretive and dodgy

you had left to go to the mall with nancy and robin earlier in the evening and it gave dustin his opportunity. he quietly walked out of his room and into yours

he closed your door quietly behind him, and he scanned your room. he didn't find anything out of the ordinary at first, till he noticed some cassettes and a piece of paper on your dresser

intrigued, he walked over and picked them up. there were four cassettes you had sitting there, metallica's ride the lighting, dynasty and love gun by kiss, and heaven and hell by black sabbath

he picked up the piece of paper that looked a little crumpled and opened it up to read

here's a couple of my favorites, i hope you love them too... p.s., I'm dedicating track no. 1 on dynasty to you -starchild's competition

"starchild's competition? what the fuck does that even mean?" he said out loud to himself

out of curiosity, he took the dynasty cassette and decided to play track number one, seeing as it was dedicated to his sister by a random guy competing with someone named starchild

little did he know, it was a stupid inside joke between you and eddie

you two were smoking in his room and you had briefly mentioned your huge crush on paul stanley from kiss to eddie, to which he decided to tease you with, saying he was in competition with the huge star for your love and affection

at the time you didn't realized he signed the note with that, being a little too busy as you were high out of your mind, and he shoved the note and his cassettes into your bag for a cute surprise when you got home

dustin heard the familiar tune of 'i was made for loving you' ring through your room and he gagged

who is dedicating songs to her? he thought

continued to look around your room, finding a photo album peaking out from the side of your desk, hiding under a couple of school books

but his actions were soon interrupted as your door opened, and you spotted him

"what are you doing in my room" you asked with an annoyed tone

"oh uh... your stereo turned on and i was going to turn it off for you... good song choice by the way" he said stiffly as he awkwardly shuffled out of your room and into his

you shook your head at his weirdness and shut your door. you tossed the shopping bags you had onto your bed and shimmed off your jacket, tossing it onto your desk

you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, a few hickies on your chest were showing that your jacket covered earlier

that was a byproduct of going over to eddies a few days beforehand. the two of you were going to try and do some homework but that soon turned into you on eddie's lap as the two of you feverishly made out

but it was soon interrupted by wayne who wanted to make sure the two of you had a proper dinner to "keep your studying energy up" so the two of you had to pull yourselves together and go eat the dinner wayne graciously made before he left for work

but, you were a little grateful for the interruption since it gave you an opportunity to buy a new and exciting piece of lingerie to surprise eddie with

-

the next night, you did your usual eat dinner fast then run back to your room routine, which you did in order to call eddie and talk to him

you two surprisingly never ran out of topics to talk about, and he never failed to make you laugh, which would end up with him wanting to see your "beautiful smile in person" and you would arrange for him to sneak into your room after your mom went to bed

the two of you were well into your honeymoon phase but neither of you minded

this particular evening, dustin and your mom were watching some movie and eating some ice cream for dessert when he heard a loud giggle from your room

"i'm going to go see if y/n wants some ice cream" dustin said, setting his bowl down and walking down the hallway

his steps were slow and quiet, your voice getting only slightly louder as he got closer to your door

"no baby i cannot tell you the surprise, you're gonna have to wait" he heard you giggle causing him to make a disgusted look on his face

okay, she clearly has a secret boyfriend which is why she's been acting so weird, he thought to himself, but he wondered who could it be for her to not tell anyone about

you're usually open about boys you like, especially the celebrity crushes you had which seemed to change every other week, so what's so special about this guy that she can't talk about him?

"mhm, yeah try and see if that works this time, cause it worked sooo great last time" you said with a sarcastic laugh

dustins ear pressed a little too close to the door causing it to creak open a little bit, catching your attention

he stood up straight and cleared his throat, knocking lightly to make it look like he had just got to your door. you muttered a "hold on" and lightly pressed the bottom half of your phone to your chest

"yes?" you questioned, and dustin blinked his wide eyes

"oh uh do you want ice cream for dessert?" he said and you smiled "sure, I'll be out in a sec, don't eat the rest of the chocolate please" you told him

he responded with a smile and nod, and closed the door to the way it was before and he heard you say a "it's my favorite flavor! it's not boring!" followed by another giggle

-

the next night was friday night

your mom had some PTA meeting and dinner meaning she would be out till late and dustin said he was going with lucas and mike to the arcade and then to mike's for a sleepover

you invited eddie over while the two of you were standing next to your locker

"yeah and my mom will be out all night at some PTA meeting and dustin's going to sleepover at mike's house, so it'll just be me... all alone... in an empty old house," you dragged the last part out causing a smirk to arise on eddie's face

"oh we can't have that now, can we?" eddie responded, taking his pointer finger and hooking it gently under your chin to pull you in for a kiss

"get a room you two" robin said arriving next to you

"its already booked" you rebutted back with a chuckle

you stayed there near your locker for a good few minutes, continuing to talk to robin who was just about to leave to catch her evening shift at the store. eventually the two of you said goodbye to her, walking out into the parking lot from the school

you drove home separately from eddie, telling him to come over at 5 and to park down the street not to draw attention and he gladly agreed

the clock was ticking down to 5 pm when your mom headed out the door

"i won't be back till late, bye sweeties!" she said as the door closed. now all who was left was dustin, standing next to you waving goodbye

"don't you have a sleepover at mikes or something?" you questioned

"yeah but i'm in no hurry to get there, i'll leave in a few minutes" he said when you noticed eddie's van drive past your house in order to park down the street causing your heart to drop

"you sure? didn't you guys want to go to the arcade too?" you asked, wanting him to leave already

"we're going but lucas can't meet us there till 5:15 so i have some time" he shrugged, sitting down on the couch causing you to mentally groan

your eyes widened as you saw eddie start to walk up your drive way

shit shit shit you said to yourself as he knocked on the door

dustin sat up "bet you 5 dollars mom forgot something" he joked, going towards the door before you even stepped your foot out

he quickly opened the door to reveal a very handsome eddie munson standing there with his dio t shirt and usual black jeans

"eddie? what are you doing here?" he asked. eddie looked like a deer caught in headlights. he quickly looked to you then back to dustin

"oh i uh just came by to uh... borrow your sisters history book... uh.. i lost my copy and we're partners for the class so..." he stammered out

dustin seemed to buy it as he let eddie into the house, and eddie gave you a smile

"well since you're here and i don't have to leave for a few minutes, can i ask your opinion on my new campaign?" dustin asked sweetly. eddie shrugged and muttered a sure before he was motioned to go down the hall to dustins room

you gave a sympathetic smile to him, and decided to head to the kitchen to get some water while you waited

you heard talking from the two of them down the hall, a few laughs here and there, when eventually the two of them emerged from dustins room, the clock reading 5:25

"oh shit I gotta go- hey since you're just here for a book and you're probably about to leave anyways, could you drop me off at the arcade? my bike should fit in the back of your van" he questioned and you could see the mental groan in eddie's eyes

"uh yeah sure" he said, looking to you. you giggled and walked past the boys, grabbing a random book from your desk and walking back to the living room, handing it to eddie

"thanks" he said. you could tell he was annoyed dustin was cockblocking him, and you tried not to laugh

"c'mon eddie i'm already late" dustin exclaimed, swinging a bag over his shoulder

"coming" he grumbled, looking at you once more before walking out the door, book in hand

you saw the two conversing as they walked down the street to where eddie's van was parked, dustin walking his bike next to him. you saw this as a chance to go change into your outfit for eddie's return.

you happily skipped into your room, shutting the door behind you. you went over to your underwear drawer where you stashed your new lingerie set, the red lacy fabric soft in your hands

you normally wouldn't wear a bright color such as this cherry red, opting for blacks since its what you felt most comfortable in, but you figured it'd be a nice change and such a surprise for your boyfriend

you quickly changed into the lingerie, taking a look at yourself in the mirror

"damn" you muttered out, feeling a new sense of confidence wash over you. you touched up the little bit of makeup you were wearing, and decided to fix your hair down, your hair cascading to your shoulders.

slight waves in your hair emerged from the bun you had it in earlier but you didn't mind since it added some life to your hair. you applied some of your favorite perfume to your wrists and behind your ears, and once you were satisfied with your look, you threw back on your sweatshirt and shorts.

you heard knocking at the front door, signaling eddie was back from driving dustin

you walked out of your room and opened the door to reveal an annoyed eddie. "that little fucker" he mumbled, walking in past you

"well hello to you too" you said jokingly. eddie turned to face you.

"hey sweetheart" he breathed out, before continuing his little rant

"he kept asking why i was parked so far from the house, so i told him it was cause i didn't want to block your driveway, then he asked why i had an English textbook if we were doing a history project together," he continued, handing you back the book you had previously handed him

"then he was annoyed when i said i was busy tonight and couldn't come to the arcade with him and his friends and he just kept on questioning everything i-" you cut him off by kissing him, catching him by surprise

"eds, calm down, he's gone now, its just the two of us, and it's not his fault he doesn't know what's really going on" you soothed, trying to calm your amped-up boyfriend

"you're right I'm sorry, it's just i wanted to be here with you like an hour ago but that little cockblock-" you cut him off by kissing him again, this time actually shutting him up

the book you had in your hand dropped to the seat behind you causing a thud. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. his hands slid under your shirt and up the sides of your torso, his rings were cold against your warm skin causing you to gasp, and eddie took this an opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth

you moaned in to the kiss causing him to smirk, when he started trailing his lips from yours down to your neck sucking on that sweet spot behind your ear

"eds" you breathed out, "yeah?" he mumbled, continuing to leave his mark on your neck

"my room" you stuttered out and he pulled away

"lead the way princess" he said with a smile, extending his hand for you to walk past him. you giggled, still stuck in a little bit of a haze, lacing his hand with yours in the process of walking past him

"did you bring it?" you asked as you entered your room. "condoms or weed?" he asked, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it

you giggled, "the weed but good to know about the condoms as well," you said with a wink

the two of you got into your usual positions, eddie sitting at your desk rolling a couple of joints while you lit some incense to cover the smell in case your mom came home early

once situated, you laid on your bed, side by side, passing the joint. you watched as eddie brought it up to his lips, and carefully sucked on it, lighting up the end, and breathing out the smoke

you watched his plush pink lips form in to an 'o' shape as the smoke blew, and you were mesmerized

and you stayed like that, smoking, staring at eddie, talking, but eventually by the end of the second joint, you didn't need anymore

"eddie" you whined, sitting on his lap, rolling your hips in attempts to get some friction for the heat pooling in your pants

eddie knew you had levels of being high, it would go from chill to giggly to horny to sleepy, and right now, he knew that all you cared about was him fucking you senseless

"yes baby?" he purred, hands gripping onto your thighs, your faces almost touching

"i need you" you whine again, starting to kiss his neck, and you moved your hands up the sides of his torso, lightly tugging on his shirt to get him to take it off

he loved taking his time with you while you were in this state, taking it as an opportunity to tease you. he loved making you a whining, moaning mess, hungry for his cock

he slowly moved your head from his neck so his lips met yours, kissing you with passion, his tongue fighting with yours

you broke apart for a second, taking off your shirt and tossing it across the room

"jesus christ y/n" he breathed out, absolutely enamored with the sight in front of him

"oh i forgot about that" you giggle, "you want to see the rest?" you ask in a sultry tone

he nods furiously and then gulps as you manage to wiggle off his lap

he watched intently as you flicked on the stereo, 'lick it up' by kiss blaring through your speakers as you moved your hips along to the beat of the song

"holy shit" eddie said, his eyes widening

you continued to move to the beat, flipping your hair and turning around, moving your body around in the most sexual way you know how

you dropped the shorts, tossing them beside you, and he smirked at the full sight of you

he sat up a bit as you started to slowly crawl onto your bed towards him, and he bit his lip in anticipation

you laid down next to him, and he took his opportunity to kiss down your neck and onto your collarbone, taking his time to leave his mark all over your chest and your neck

his hands traveled down your thigh, gripping your your backside as you grinded again his hard bulge

"i think you're wearing too many clothes" you said, lips almost touching

"yes m'am" he said with a light laugh and kissed you before he got up from the bed

the song had changed a couple times from the one you put on, and your speaker was blaring the chords of 'all hell's breakin' loose'

eddie tried to move his hips around in the way you did, but failing miserably causing you to laugh

he whipped off his t shirt, tossing it in your direction, and you watched intently as your boyfriend tried to give you a lap dance

he undid his belt, tossing it to his left side, and slowly undid his zipper

he looked at you, as you were holding back giggles as he was purposefully trying to be bad at this

he finally pulled down his pants and stepped out of them and kicked them over before jumping on to the bed next to you

"maybe we should stick to you performing on the stage and me performing in the bedroom" you giggled as he scooted closer

"yeah maybe that's for the best" he laughed, pulling you in to a deep kiss

he was on top of you and you were a moaning mess underneath him until you finally found the strength to flip the two of you over, wanting your turn to leave a few love bites down his neck

you knew everyone would see you together, see the hickies, and put two and two together but in this moment, you honestly couldn't care

you grinded down on his lap as you kissed the sweet spot behind his ear, causing a delicious moan to emit from those beautiful pink lips

——

"shit!" dustin yelled in an annoyed tone. he was in mike's basement with lucas, mike being upstairs grabbing a couple of snacks.

"what?" lucas asked towards the frantic curly haired boy

"i forgot my toothbrush" he said, grabbing his jacket

"where are you going?" mike asked walked down the stairs, arms full of junk food that would soon cease to exist, at the threat of being in front of three hungry teenage boys

"i need my toothbrush" dustin said, putting on his shoes

"just skip tonight, it's not a big deal" mike shrugged and dustin shook his head

"not a big deal? i just got these pearls and you expect me to not take care of them?" he held a hand up to his chest in offense

"just let him go, it'll only take him like 20 minutes tops" lucas said, opening a can of coke

"whatever but we're starting the star wars marathon without you" mike said and dustin looked at him with annoyance

"oh damn! it's not like i haven't seen the beginning of a new hope like 50 times" he said sarcastically before running up the stairs

he briefly told mrs. wheeler where he was going and that he was going to be back, and out the door he went, grabbing his bike

he started on his way to his house which wasn't too far from mike's, enjoying the cool breeze on the oddly warm spring night

he finally made it to his driveway, hearing the crickets outside and music coming from inside the house

dustin made his way up the stairs and opened the door which he found unusual since whenever you were home alone, you always made sure to lock everything up as you knew the only people who should be entering would have a key

the music traveled from your room and down the hall and he shrugged, assuming you were just listening to music loudly but then he smelled that oddly familiar smell wafting from your room

he went to the bathroom, grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and shut the door when he figured he should at least ask you about it

-

"oh fucking hell, you are so perfect" eddie muttered out as you licked the spot on his neck you had finished working on, proud of your accomplishment

one of your hands traveled down his hips and to the waist band of his boxers, starting to palm his rock hard bulge and he moaned, his fingers digging into your ass and thighs

your lips met his once more as you went to pull down his waist band, and you were so drunk on him, you couldn't focus on anything else

"hey y/n what's the- JESUS CHRIST" you heard a scream from your door way, causing you and eddie to jump apart

"dustin what the fuck are you doing here?!" you yell, grabbing your sheets to cover yourself up, eddie attempting to do the same

"what the fuck are you doing??" he screamed again

"what's it look like? now get out!" eddie yelled, throwing a pillow at him causing him to immediately step back and shut the door

your heart was pounding and your breathing was unsteady

"oh god" you groaned, leaning into eddie's chest

"well at least now he knows?" eddie said with a laugh

—

dustin, horrified at the sight, ran out of the house, toothbrush in hand and ran to his bike

he believed it was a record for how fast it took him to get back to mike's house from his

out of breath, he stumbled down into mikes basement seeing both mike and lucas staring intently at the movie

"why are you so out of breath?" lucas asked with concern

"i just saw my sister having sex with eddie" he managed to get out, still trying to catch his breath

"what?" mike asked

"I JUST SAW MY SISTER HAVING SEX WITH EDDIE" dustin screamed, repeating himself

"what the fuck?" mike asked again

"wait what so what did you even see?" lucas asked dustin

"i went to get my toothbrush and i heard music from her room and there was some smell so i decided to ask her what the smell was and i knocked- a few times, and she didn't answer so i assumed her music was too loud so i opened her door and i saw them half naked kissing on her bed!" dustin said with disgust

"jesus that's rough" lucas agreed

—

you finished putting back on your shorts, sitting on the edge of your bed with a gnawing feeling in your stomach

after what just happened, neither wanted to continue your plans for the evening so the two of you calmly got dressed and turned off the music.

"you okay?" eddie asked, sitting next to you and you shrugged

"i feel bad for having dustin find out about us that way" you said, playing with the hem of your shorts

"i know but now that it's out in the open you can always actually talk to him about everything tomorrow" he said and you nodded

"yeah i guess, plus i hate the fact that my surprise was wasted" you said, and he wrapped an arm around you as you leaned your head on his shoulder

"i wouldn't say it went to waste because jesus it definitely surprised me" he lifted your head gently to make eye contact with you

"i love you y/n and we'll have plenty of more opportunities for you to show me that, i already forgot all about it, you were wearing something blue right?" he joked and you laughed

"i love you too eddie" you said, wrapping your arms around him. you cuddled into each other, enjoying each others company. you also felt an insane amount of sleepiness wash over you and eddie could sense that

"you seem tired, so i should probably get going" he said with a sigh and you shook your head, pulling away from the hug but keeping your bodies pressed close

"no please, i want you to stay" you said to him and he nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear

"what about your mom?" he questioned and you smiled

"i'll just lock my door and if you'd be so kind, sneak out my window in the morning and come round to the front door, tell my mom you're taking me to breakfast" you suggested and he smiled

"god you're smart" eddie responded, kissing you softly

"and i have some extra clothes of yours from a few weeks ago for tomorrow" you said, getting up to the dresser and pulling them out

you had washed and dried them for him, planning to return them soon but thanking yourself you didn't

"thanks baby" he said, getting up and wrapping his arms around you

"you know i was actually wondering where this shirt went" he said and you giggled

the two of you decided to change out of your clothes, you sleeping in another one of eddie's shirts you had 'borrowed' and him changing into his clean boxers from the dresser

the two of you brushed your teeth in the bathroom, smiling at each other with toothpaste filled smiles. eddie left the bathroom back to your room, and you finished up washing your face and applying some moisturizer

once you made it back to your room, you admired the sight in front of you

eddie was laying on top of the sheets, legs spread and one arm on top of his head, showing off his tattoos

"take a picture it'll last longer" eddie smirked when he noticed you standing by the door

"might have to, you're too pretty" you said, shutting the door and locking it behind you

you walked over to your bed, crawling in, the only light emitting was from your lamp, the other lights eddie turned off for you

you snuggled close to him, his arms wrapping around you right and he reached up and turned off the light

"i love you y/n" eddie whispered, kissing your neck lightly and you smiled, rubbing his arms lightly

"i love you too eds" you said, falling asleep in his arms

fin.

[reidbae]

Lose Control

summary: Spencer has liked you for a long time, but has always been too shy to say anything. When he excuses himself from the room to touch himself to you, you finally confront him.

pairing: sub!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: mention of crime scene/murder, afab!reader, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, masturbation (m insinuating), breeding kink, mommy kink, use of y/n before smut but use of mommy, miss, and ma’am during smut, degradation (m receiving), praise (m receiving), crying from pleasure, hair pulling, choking, roughish sex, office sex

a/n: needed to get this out of for prince charming reid lol, hope you enjoy <3

wc: 2.1k

¡cred to garvezs for the gif!

You were in the BAU’s round table room, flipping through the file of the case that you and the team were currently working on. Derek was standing, discussing the latest crime scene.

“He’s getting bolder. Look at these pictures. Coroner report says this victim was killed in the alley that they were found in,” said Derek, pointing at a photo from the latest crime scene.

You nodded absentmindedly, trying hard to pay close attention to what Derek was saying. However, your gaze continued to drift to a certain brunette genius across the room, who’s gaze was lingering on you, too.

Spencer was sitting on a chair across the table from you, hands in his lap as he attempted to listen to Derek, too. Yet, out of the corner of your eye, you felt him staring at you, and it wasn’t tiny, innocent glances. The man was looking at you with a much more intimate look.

“It’s not just a dump site anymore. He’s devolving,” Emily pointed out simply, sighing as she looked over some of the pictures in the case file. “He knows we’re on to him.”

“Maybe it’ll push him to make a mistake,” you chimed in, looking over at Emily as Spencer’s gaze continued to linger on you.

Derek and Emily continued to talk about the case as Spencer’s eyes continued to pierce through you, his gaze becoming harder and harder to resist returning. Eventually, no longer able to handle the staring, you looked up at him, to which he immediately blushed.

You weren’t afraid to maintain eye contact for as long as you could, spending the next few minutes practically eye fucking him as he grew redder and you grew more curious.

The team had constantly teased the two of you about getting together or about Spencer’s alleged crush on you (Particularly Derek). However, the both of you had always deflected these comments. Up to this point, you hadn’t thought much of how many times his eyes had drifted to yours, or how he blushed the second you walked into the room. Now, you weren’t so sure that was the best idea.

“You guys okay?” asked Hotch suddenly, breaking you out of the trance the two of you seemed to be in. Spencer suddenly stood up and took a breath.

“I’ll be back,” he muttered, before hurriedly rushing from the room.

The rest of your team members turned to you with confused expressions, and you shrugged. Hotch then spoke up, suggesting, “You should go check on him, Y/N.”

You stood up from your chair and agreed, then, too, walked out of the room.

It had taken you a whole of ten minutes to finally find Spencer. You had looked all around, and finally came to a vacant office down a hallway to the left of the BAU’s elevators. You opened the door, and your eyes widened at what you saw when you did.

Spencer was standing behind a desk in the office, pumping his hand up and down his cock, red in the face and breathing heavily. When you opened the door, he looked up at you, immediately looking embarrassed.

“Y- Y/N?” Spencer stammered out, blushing even further, which you didn’t think could even be possible.

You immediately closed the door behind you, locking it and cocking an eyebrow at Spencer, looking him up and down. “Is this what those stares were about?” you teased.

“I- I,” he tried, but sentences were failing the poor boy. You chuckled, stepping closer and looking down at his throbbing, red cock. God, is this really what you did to him?

“Answer me,” you demanded, walking around the desk so you were directly in front of him now. You may have been shorter, you noticed as you looked up at him, but you still knew exactly how to assert your dominance.

“Yes,” he breathed out, looking at you apprehensively.

You smirked up at him, then suddenly wrapped your hand around his cock, moving your hand slowly. He moaned out, biting his lip. At this reaction, you immediately stopped, and he whimpered.

“All those times you run off with no warning. Is this what you went to do?” you curiously questioned him. He didn’t answer and looked away from you, and when he did, you grabbed his face, turning him to face you. “Tell me, Spencer. Is this what you went to do?” you repeated.

He shyly nodded, and you smiled, speaking up again. “You’re always so tense around me. Why didn’t you didn’t come to me about this before?”

“I didn’t know what you would say,” he admitted in an honest yet shy tone.

“And you thought that working it out like this would, what, make it go away?” you teased him further, trying to understand where he was coming from.

He shrugged. “Maybe,” he whispered.

You pulled him in again, this time more gently, your faces inches apart. You could see that it was taking everything in him not to lean in and kiss you. You wanted to help him along.

“You’re smart, Spencer. You know things like this don’t just go away. Let down that guard of yours for me, huh? Just lose control, sweetheart,” you cooed, and that was it for him. After gaining the confidence, he kissed you hard, cupping your cheek with his hand. You leaned into it happily, running your fingers through his hair.

After a few minutes, you realized that, below, his shaft was still out, and an idea immediately crossed your mind. You pulled away from Spencer, smirking up at him, then looking at the office chair that was behind him.

“Sit down,” you instructed. Spencer immediately complied, sitting down and waiting for you to speak. You sat on the desk and crossed your legs, no doubt making it so that Spencer could see up the revealing skirt you were wearing.

“So obedient,” you whispered, smirking. “And so needy,” you continued, reaching down and touching his cock for a second, which was already slick with precum, then retracting your hand. He groaned at the contact. “Touch yourself for me, sweetheart. When I tell you to stop, stop, and if you don’t, I’m walking directly out of this room. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he panted out, face flushed.

“Go on, then. Do what I told you to,” you demanded. Spencer eagerly listened, beginning to jerk himself off again. You couldn’t help but admire the view, feeling your own wetness build up between your legs as he whimpered and moaned below you. His hair was a mess, his cheeks were painted red, and his mouth was open, pants falling from it. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily.

You didn’t approve of this and shook your head. “None of that, sweetheart. Look at me,” you instructed. He obeyed and opened his eyes, staring directly up at you again.

After a few minutes of Spencer continuing to touch himself, you finally told him, “Stop.”

At first, you thought he wouldn’t, but he proved you wrong and moved his hand away, waiting for your next instruction. You smiled down at him, then got off of the desk, standing in front of him and cupping his chin.

“Good boy,” you praised, smoothing your thumb softly over his chin as he smiled up at you. You slowly sank to your knees in front of him, putting your hands in his lap. Spencer let out a small gasp at this.

He said your name when you did this, like he needed to process who was doing this to him, but you shook your head.

“Mommy,” you instantly corrected, and he went red. Testing the waters for any sign of a mommy kink from Spencer was risky, in your opinion, but, to your rapture (and immense pleasure), he breathed the word back out to you, then huskily asked, “What are you doing?”

“Giving you what you want,” you said, pumping him up and down a few times before wrapping your mouth around his cock, moving your head up and down as he panted out above you.

“Fuck,” he moaned out, covering his mouth to stop himself from moaning too loudly. You pushed your head further down his cock, gagging around him. He was finding it more and more difficult as you worked around his cock, groaning and whining.

You used your hands at the base of his cock as your tongue worked with his tip, slowly but surely lapping up the precum that was there. You used spit to moisten his cock, then lowered your head back down and continued to blow him.

You made eye contact with him as his veiny hands gripped the arms of the office chair he was in. He was a whimpering mess above you, your sultry eye contact only allowing this face to endure.

“M- mommy,” he stammered out. “I’m close.”

You smirked, removing your mouth from him as you continued to move your hand up and down his shaft, staring up at him with an erotic expression. “Yeah?” you breathed out.

He nodded, looking down at you with a pleading expression, as if he wanted to ask you something.

“What’s on your mind, sweet boy?” you cooed.

“C- Can I- Can I finish inside of you?” he shyly asked in between breaths. “Please?”

You smirked at his question, then stood up and yanked your panties down and pulled your skirt up. Normally, you’d make him beg a bit more, but you had to admit that you were incredibly aroused, too, and you needed this as much as he did.

You straddled him in the office chair, then lowered yourself onto him, groaning out at the feeling of his large cock inside of you. You began to slowly ride him, relishing in the feeling as you let out moans of your own.

You began to quicken your pace as needy whimpers fell from Spencer’s mouth. “You feel so good, miss,” he whispered, red in the face. “So, so good.”

You smirked, then leaned in and began to kiss his neck, sucking gently and leaving marks behind. You yanked his hair back as you rode him, biting his neck all at once. Spencer groaned out as your teeth sank into him, hands instinctively roaming to your waist.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you,” you encouraged him in between kisses, continuing to suck fervently on his neck. He easily obeyed, continuing to moan and mewl underneath you.

When you pulled away, you chuckled at the view underneath you. Spencer, who already looked a mess, had tears streaking down his face from the amount of pleasure you were ensuing on him. You gripped his neck, choking him roughly as you continued your movements.

“Crying for me, huh? What a slut,” you spat out, holding him in place and forcing him to look at you. He whimpered at your degrading word choice, but you knew he absolutely loved it.

You used your free hand to wipe his tears away, stroking his face. Your gentle behavior only lasted for a moment. You moved your hand away from Spencer’s neck and into his hair as you moaned out, your climax approaching. You tugged firmly, biting your lip.

He looked gorgeous underneath you, his lips red and plump as wrecked moans of your name fell from his mouth.

“Louder. Want the whole fucking precinct to hear how much of a whore you are for me,” you prompted. He let out a whimper as you continued to ride him, the both of you chasing your highs.

“M- mommy, can I please come?” he begged you desperately. Only because you were close, too, did you agree.

“Come, baby, come,” you allowed, releasing just as he did. He filled you to the brim with his cum, moaning loudly and gripping your waist as he did. You reached your own high as waves of pleasure rolled over you, yanking Spencer towards you by his hair and capturing him in a heated kiss.

You pulled away from him, panting loudly and smiling.

“That was…” you breathed out, giggling. He was still buried deep inside of you, but you refused to move.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, smiling back at you and planting a sweet kiss on your lips, holding you close to him.

“I don’t have to ask if you like me back, then?” he joked.

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

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requests are accepted :)

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[11queensupreme11]

How did you find/make your aesthetic profiles of the gods in your book?

i was gonna link you to my guide that i posted a long time ago, but i realized how old it was and that it was lacking some details...... 💀

so i'm gonna do a new one that hopefully helps a bit more!!!!

websites used: pinterest, tumblr, canva, deviantart, & photopea!

first off, i find the pictures from sites like pinterest and tumblr. the color schemes of each pic need to be somewhat close to each other (but it doesn't always have to be like that depending on the psd you'll be using later on)

i'm gonna use hades for example. this is the first pic i find of him lol:

the most dominant color here is purple, with some tinted ivory from his skin, and brown in the background, so the next few pics i find should have somewhat similar colors too, or they should at least be purple cuz it's the most frequent color here

here are the next few photos i found:

they don't look perfect, but we can always individually tweak the colors and shades later

i download the photos and then i go to canva. the site provides you with templates that you can use but since i only got three pics, i chose the "email header" option.

(for those wondering which template i used for the bigger ones you see in the first chapter with percy and the yans, i don't use a template. i just use "custom size" and type in "800 x 800 px")

go to the sidebar, click "elements" then scroll down for "grids" and then find the one with 3 parts. i reduced the spacing between the photos to zero.

then i upload all 3 photos and put them in the squares. because they're not exactly the closest in color schemes, i individually edit them until i'm satisfied.

canva provides filters that you can use, but i always find it best to toggle with the adjustments like brightness, contrast, saturation, etc.

here's what i ended up with so far:

again, not exactly perfect, but whatever

now that i'm done, i go up to "share", select "download", and increase the size by 1.5 (that's 900 x 300 px). idk why, but for some reason, the quality looks better when you enlarge the size before download.

once that's done, i download the whole thing.

(keep the file type as "png" btw)

then i go over to photopea and upload my graphic. it'll look like this:

in another tab (not the photopea tab, but like... the actual tab of whatever browser ur using), i can find a bunch of psd colorings in deviantart. since i want one that's specifically purple, i just search up "psd coloring purple"

and i get all this:

i pick whichever one i think might look best and download it.

then i head back to photopea.

at the top, click on "file" and the new psd you just downloaded, and it'll show up in a new tab.

stay on that tab, go up to "layer" -> "layer into" and select the first tab where the graphic's at. this applies the psd coloring onto ur graphic.

over at the side, there's something called "opacity: ___%" you can toggle with that if the psd is too overwhelming, so you can lessen it by dragging it down if you need to.

once you're satisfied, click "file" -> "export as" -> "png" and it'll be downloaded.

and that's pretty much it!

THIS CAN BE A LONG PROCESS THOUGH! literally in every step, you might end up going back and changing stuff.

for example, i do not like the right photo that i selected. the purple is too bold compared to the purple shades in the left and center photo. i'd probably go aaaalll the way back to the earlier steps by returning to pinterest to find a better photo

or maybe you don't like the psd you picked. if that's the case, delete the photopea tabs and redo the above steps with a different psd.

it can be a bit annoying if ur the perfectionist type and have to go back again and again 😅

but anyway, psd coloring's are great. i'm looking back at the og versions of all the graphics i made (og as in, before i applied the psd colorings) and they're soooo different from the finished pieces

[xavierlilithv]

heh... what if you.... told me about your au

- noxious moth swarm

EHDUAIDHWKJCD (this is gonna be so bad omfg)

The AU is about a timeline, where Iceberg's soul gets trapped in Gears' house because his cremated ashes are there. Gears takes advantage of this fact and now he's been living with a ghost for like.. a year.

Iceberg doesn't like Gears anymore though. I mean yeah he's hot and all to him, but because he's trapped in the house, Iceberg feels like he'll never experience freedom again. He always begs Gears to just let him move on and spread his ashes somewhere or bury it properly, but Gears does not fw that. And that leads to Iceberg hating Gears more and more overtime.

As Clef quoted it (in some story from the scp wiki site), "Don't play coy with me Coggy, trying to hide all the stuff you were doing to Iceberg." Something like that, right?

Yeah, that's part of this AU too.

Their relationship is toxic and unhealthy. It will stay that way. Gears doesn't plan on setting Iceberg free, and Iceberg doesn't plan on forgiving Gears until he actually feels like he's whole again and free to roam the earth freely. In the afterlife, lol..

There are some inappropriate factors about this.

Might post some AO3 story about it, I dunno. But it'll no include overly sexual stuff. Just some jokes and all, references, uhh.. perhaps mischaracterization, and all. This AU is centered around a relationship where one can't move on, but expresses it in such a horrible way that the other feels creeped out or scared by them.

More facts about the ghosts though!

Their colours are more dull rather than being some dead body which was probably frozen and capable of movement. Their current form presents what they looked like before they had died and stuff. It also shows their injuries, and the ghosts can alter their appearance in some ways. For example, Iceberg's face in the picture shows that it is blacked out except for one eye and his eyebrow.

Depending on how strong the spiritual energy is around the area, ghosts can interact with their surrounding environment.

The reason why Gears' face has some black box covering it is because Iceberg did that. Ghosts can blur or block out people's faces, no clue how, still trying to figure out why they can do that. But Iceberg desperately doesn't want to see Gears' face. His emotionless ahh stoic face which he fucking hates.

There's no comfort. (Only some short flashbacks)

Please ask more questions about this AU I really need to develop it more and add interesting factors. :(