#wanted to make some posters... the songs are what i think the pieces sound like :)

[kopw]

renitency by chihei hatakeyama / pumpin' jumpin' by hideki naganuma

[satoruhour]

HE PLAYS BASS !

a/n: modern au bc i cant handle any angst rn. i ramble a lot in this to set the scene teehee. not beta read, gn btw / tagging @crysugu @slttygeto @getousex :3

wc: 3k ish

warnings: bass guitarist!geto, soft dom!geto, he is respectful of your boundaries, both geto and reader smoke weed, shotgun kiss, sexual acts under the influence, fingering, clit stimulation, implied second round, implied cunnilingus, dry humping, praise, n*sfw under the cut

bass guitarist!geto who has had an interest in music and its instruments since being a little boy, practically begging his parents to enrol him in some guitar classes. with fingers strumming the nylon strings alongside complicated chords on the frets felt so right that since then he and his guitar have been inseparable since.

bass guitarist!geto who gets to know the guitar so well that he masters guitar solo after guitar solo, playing songs by ear in his free time and thought lead guitar was all there was to music until the age of fifteen where he stumbles across a song with a bass line that sounded absolutely heavenly — through the 240p quality of the youtube video, he watched the bassist dish out the heavy beats, always in the background yet detrimental to making the band sound complete.

bass guitarist!geto who leaped at the opportunity to buy a bass guitar with whatever money he had to purchase a Squier bass — it was a little shitty in sound but it was cheap, something affordable for a middle schooler. suguru didn’t care. he perfected the use of his bass guitar, already having the basics down from playing guitar; his room is filled with posters, picks, pieces of displaced lyrics.

bass guitarist!geto only has the chance two years later to ask his new friends if they wanted to jam out together and down the line, if they wanted to form a band. it was a clueless band of boys (with shoko of course) in some room of gojo satoru’s luxury house where his parents don’t care to ask him to keep the noise down like suguru’s parents do.

bass guitarist!geto fights to get a spot to audition for one of tokyo’s biggest music festivals a few months later. if they won they would get more recognition, more support, even if they haven’t figured out the specifics of how to operate a band. with gojo as the singer, shoko on the lead and nanami on drums, they would find out what they had.

bass guitarist!geto who breaks that stereotype of the bassist being ignored throughout a performance. he thinks it could be because of his longer hair and his newly bought gauges, and he thought he didn’t look too shabby himself — although he isn’t surprised to see most of the girls fawn over gojo as he sang lyrics of an original song, courtesy of the joint effort between geto and shoko.

bass guitarist!geto who gives judges the finger after they said they couldn’t perform originals at an audition, blacklisting them for future performances — but gojo sees it as a win when he has a hoard of new fans waiting outside to get a photo with him with autographs that differed from each paper his pen made contact with. later, he bursts out laughing when gojo says he hadn’t even thought of a proper signature yet and just ‘did whatever on their paper’.

bass guitarist!geto whose band gained popularity fast because of everyone’s good looks, singing at that same place they auditioned at, but now with repertoire under their belt. it’s then that they’re already all in university, and yet everyone’s still incredibly passionate.

bass guitarist!geto who spots you in the crowd together with your friends, jamming out to their set, but while your friends’ eyes are locked on gojo who’s loving the attention, nanami who can’t give a shit and shoko who’s too focused on her solo, you manage to draw geto’s eyes to you. he spends the rest of the set locking eyes with you, amidst other things like sending you winks and licking his lips until you’re under his spell. all throughout he doesn’t lose the rhythm, but he does slip-up from time to time and there’s a panicked look that nanami sends to geto for messing up his rhythm.

bass guitarist!geto who sees you at his next show alone, smiling up at him right at the front row while he’s trying not to mess up after the last time. this time he has a chance to show you what he’s got in a bass solo, losing himself in the music until even you fades off and you’re truly seeing the bassist for who he is. he’s easing back into the main melody of the song but not before leaning over the speakers with a knee on the floor, hovering right over you before shoko takes over and he’s back to his heavy beats.

bass guitarist!geto who brushes off the teasing after the set ends, only to be bombarded with more of it when he sees you on campus — no way you’re in the same school as him, walking around with your cute outfits and laughing along to your friend’s joke with no care in the world.

bass guitarist!geto who doesn’t have much trouble charming you into hanging out with him, already recognising him from far away when he’s got his long flowy hair and gauges and tight black shirt and tall stature — you aren’t realising he’s asking you if it’ll be okay for you to head over to his dorm room. you’re getting pushed by your friends behind you to say yes with giggles and gossip, and of course you weren’t going to reject the hot guy you missed class and ditched friends for.

bass guitarist!geto who shows you his room and tells you to let him know if he’s made you uncomfortable in any way. in the background, there’s a faded, soft song that continues to play that really completes the dorm, immediately hitting it off until he starts to roll a joint a while later, offering it to you with a raise of his eyebrow.

“oh— n-no it’s fine, geto-san, i don’t really smoke…” you sheepishly turn down the weed, settling instead to watch him and his beautiful side profile, letting him explain to you about bands and guitar and chords.

“thank you for having me, geto-san,” bowing, you’re nothing like the person in the bar that day, geto thinks it’s the lack of alcohol but he doesn’t mind, simply leaning on the doorframe as he nods down at you. his smile is intoxicating and so goddamn attractive you would’ve buckled to your knees if not for the deep breaths you were taking.

“next time, pretty?” geto smiles, a little high from smoking. his eyes are lidded (they usually are anyway) and smile lopsided. his hair’s almost out of the bun.

“yeah, next time,” it sounded so breathy, you bit your lip. “i guess you’d have to find me on campus, though.”

bass guitarist!geto who mutters how you’re a little tease to himself later when he closes the door. he swears to himself he’d get your number next time, but it’s not difficult to find you the next time, hanging around the same place at the same time. it’s like you wanted him to find you — he’s not opposed to it. it’s a few weeks down the road now, and the second time is watching him curiously as he smokes, too. you take a hit and embarrass yourself completely in front of him though, and while you’re fighting for your life, you’re not opposed to the buzz it gives you.

bass guitarist!geto who’s opening the door to you the next time, surprised to see your dishevelled state and a pillow between your arms, walking almost a block like this to the next building where his dorm was. he offers to make you some tea and you shake your head, feeling a pounding headache already coming on just from explaining that your roommate was an asshole.

“you can sleep here if you want to, okay?” you sigh, thanking him immensely because even after knowing him for such a short period of time, you’re comforted by his presence.

“at least satoru’s not here,” you laugh at that, nodding tiredly before you’re settling on gojo’s bed after insistence from the other. he wouldn’t care, he’s always going back home anyway, don’t know why he wanted to share a room with me. but before you can get settled in, you hear the familiar crinkling of the paper and the click of the lighter and the smell of weed fills the room again.

again, his hand is outstretched, holding an ashtray below him as the tip of joint glows a red, calling out to you yet reminding you of the way you coughed the other night.

you crawl off his roommate’s bed, snatching the cig out of his hand in a way to prove something to yourself before taking a big puff. this time you’re better, letting the drug flow through your system, but tolerance is another thing, because it only takes another hit for you to be smiling drowsily at the other while geto is a little high, too, eyes rolling to the back of his head when your hand traces over his arms and you giggle.

“you w’nna kiss?” geto asks quietly, a little soberly, having talked late into the night while you hang off his arm and slur your words. but now you know you’re feeling a little more sensible when you can feel your heart pound and your eyes widen despite their need to close.

“i meant it, doll. you’re fuckin’ stunning,” suguru mumbles, the coldness of his rings sending a chill down your body, but also a spark to your core, “you look exactly like the day i discovered bass.” and it’s like cupid fully shoots his arrow through your heart — because have you heard the man play? you’re speechless at his point, only mustering a nod before you’re leaning in.

he hums drunkenly as a way to ask you to wait a min, manoeuvring you onto his lap before he’s taking the almost vanishing joint into his hands. two more puffs are perfect for the cigarette to be discarded and so with a gentle hand, he holds onto your nape while he tries not to get hard from having you on his lap. slowly, your lips wrap around the other end of the joint, taking in another influx of the drug before he does too.

bass guitarist!geto who pulls you towards his lips a little roughly but he doesn’t give you what you want (what he has in mind is much, much better), rather leaving his lips ajar as he exhales the smoke from his mouth into yours, your own smoke already dissipating. weirdly, this burn is more prominent, probably because all you can focus on are suguru’s dazed eyes and the way they burn through your skull. you inhale the smoke before you feel his soft lips on yours.

geto hums into your lips, coming off of them periodically to allow the smoke to disperse, but the moment is so intimate and hot that you blow away the smoke and lunge forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

“no more pullin’ away, geto-san…” you’re trailing off, words messily whispered against his lips and you burn at the chuckle he sounds out, muttering back a question of consent. you’re nodding, reeling at the speed at which he places his hands on your thighs, dragging you further up his front until you rested on his pelvis.

“kissing me like you can’t breathe and you’re still calling me by my last name? i’m wounded.” geto pulls away and defies your rule — you think he’s the only one who can do that. pouting, suguru pushes away the hair enclosing your face. “c’mon, drink, sober up a little.”

“...i like it like this,” you murmur, ashamed as to how readily you leaned into his touch. his stare is piercing though, not budging until you’re gulping down half the cup.

“throats turn dry when we smoke, princess. we can do it more when you’re more used to it, alright?” geto explains, patting your thigh and ignoring the tensing of them around his own. he’s trying so hard to act nonchalant, but he can’t get the image of you parting your lips for the smoke out of his head. the way your eyes flutter close, how you wanted more of him.

“alright… suguru,” you sigh out the name and geto wishes he could hear it somewhere else, “but can we—” the high is getting to you, making your hormones go into a frenzy and you’re grinding on his lap. geto hisses at the feeling, of your cunt brushing against his bulge. your hips are inexperienced, but you’re going by feel, drawing little circles and moving back and forth; whatever that brings you pleasure.

“baby— f-fuck…” geto swears when you pair it with the lips tha kiss down his cheek and jaw and neck, hands on your hips guiding you as you try to chase your high. but a whine from you draws geto out of his daze and he almost cums hearing your needy voice, begging him for something, anything.

“’m tired, suguru,”

he knows, grinding is a tiring thing, so rather he opts for you to lie on him with your back to his chest. by now, the room’s filled with the smell of weed and arousal, asking once again if he could take off your pyjama shorts. geto smiles at the lack of underwear but he says nothing, eyes latched onto the strings of juices that connect your pussy to the shorts.

“my baby ready to be touched?” he feels you nod, loving the way your stomach contracts and expands at the hand that travels over your clothed tits. there, he squeezes them, rubbing fingers over the hardened nub but soon creeps towards your centre. his hand and fingers are so much larger than yours, covering your whole core easily when he cups it and the contact is enough to make you mewl.

“hurry,” your hips hump the air.

“patience, darling,” geto’s gravelly voice cuts through to your ear before he finally draws languid circles upon your clit, rubbing and pressing on your bundle of nerves. his whole body burns from seeing you react so cutely, all cause your eyes couldn’t leave his on that stage. now your eyes were rolling up and over, little moans leaving your lips just from his hands.

bass guitarist!geto who seems to know all your pleasure points in one night, kissing the spot under your ear, to talking you through your orgasm. you were enamoured by the guitarist that you’d let him do anything to you, obsessed with the way he never missed questions of “is this okay?” and “tell me to stop”. geto is just as besotted by you, the arch of your back, the call of his name. god, he was going to write so many songs about you.

“think you can handle a finger, baby?” suguru whispers, caressing your twitching thighs from your first orgasm. with a shaky “yes”, geto plays with your hole, smearing your juices around your sex and getting it all on your thighs. the bashful suguruuu! has him laughing, taking your lips into another kiss as an apology.

“sorry, sweetheart. love teasin’ ya,” muffled words are said, “goin’ in.”

your jaw drops even more when geto first inserts a finger, so much wider and longer that a long moan escapes you. the stretch is so good, everything you’ve ever imagined after watching his fingers travel over the bass strings, and you’re already asking for a second finger. when he does oblige, your hands fly to grab at his wrist.

“feel good?” he chuckles at your lack of an answer, rather responding by clenching around his fingers and leaning back more into his hold. geto sets a pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. he thinks it’s enough of staring at you and almost gets whiplash when his head turns to his hand — from the way he disappears into your dripping cunt, he thinks he’ll cum untouched, although your desperate hips also would play a part.

“feel s’good, suguru— shit…” geto groans lowly into your ear when he feels your hand replicating the circles he’s made on your clit, juices starting to collect in his palm from how wet you were.

“you keep clenchin’ around me, baby, you w’nna cum?”

your body is more vocal than your voice, twisting and thrashing from how his fingers already feel so good. the haze and the smell of geto suguru and the weed in your system is all overloading on you at the moment, but in between you’re able to nod, fingers rubbing at your clit while geto’s speed picks up a little.

your legs naturally spread, each slap of his palm against your pussy paired with the lewd noises only making the whole thing better. it’s not long before you feel that familiar feeling, using your right hand to direct him to you once more and it’s here you see the man you saw on stage before: focused, flushed, small smirk on his face. “gonna cum.”

“yeah? are you?” geto asks against your lips, still tasting the faint aroma of the joint. your eyes are so heavy and your limbs feel like lead; it’s a wonder how both your hands are moving on your soaking wet pussy.

“yeah, sugu, s’sensitive—!” geto coos softly at your whimpers before capturing your lips, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and your orgasm comes crashing down on you. suguru effectively swallows your moans, groaning on his own end when he can feel your cum running down his hand. slowly, he lets you ride through your orgasm, pressing pecks on your skin and shoulders.

“attagirl. so much cum, hm?” your chest is heaving, whining when he removes his fingers and there’s a cute little squelch from the juices, gasping softly as geto separates his fingers and there’s strings connecting his middle to ring finger. “dirty girl.”

you scoff softly with a smile, eyes following how his fingers make his way into his mouth. the other only hums before carrying you bridal style to the shower with a sweet smile on his face. geto suguru was certain he’d worship you.

“gotta taste that cute little pussy next time.”

[tacoma-narrows]

Let's Get Back! presents the Shockwaves Tour!

[Disclaimer, this is not a real tour, this is just for fun lol]

AAA I have wanted to make a mockup of what a Let's Get Back! tour poster would look like for months now and I finally got enough an idea nailed down to make something!!

This was a super fun project to make!! I'd wanted to do some drawovers of some still shots from the music video for Beat Crusaders and Tropical Gorilla's song Droog In A Slum (the original pics will be below the cut) because I thought they really conveyed the sort of "action shots" I guess that would come from a band being on tour lol. With the originals being black and white as well, I wanted to see how that looked on my guys and I think they look pretty cool hehe

As you can also see, Let's Get Back! is not the only act on this tour! They're joined by Deadmeat as the opening act! Deadmeat is a band made up of @macaronichewtoyz's OCs and drawing my OC band collabing with a friend's OC band is something I've also wanted to do forever :3 If anyone else has an OC band (I know at least one or two more hehe) they will have a LGB! collab at some point !!

In terms of the tour locations, I didn't wanna assign dates to it bc that would have been WAY to complicated for the scope of this project, but in terms of locations, I tried to hit up areas relatively close to where my friends and mutuals live so they'd be able to see the show if it were an actual thing :3

Lots more goodies below the cut! Closeups on all the pieces in the poster, the logo, the original images that I drew over for the LGB! pics, etc.!

Hope you guys like this one!! Is LGB! coming to a city near you? Would you go and see them if they were? :3c

Closeups on all the LGB! pieces here! I rlly had a good time with these! Very much enjoyed the posing on PB and Rye's especially :]

Headshots of the members of Deadmeat! Requiem [she/it], Priscilla [she/her] and Brae [he/him]! Again, owned by @/macaronichewtoyz :3 Lots of things I've never (or only once or twice) drawn before with these three that was fun to work with! I am sure u will see a more dedicated Deadmeat piece from me in the future hehe

Here's the logo for the tour! I chose the name the Shockwaves Tour bc A) LGB! is out there making waves in their music scene, shaking things up, B) it ties in with their BLAST! album from earlier this year, C) it just sounds rlly cool as a name, and D) yes it also connects to the show Shockwave which is a subset of a special interest of mine lol. I was rlly happy with this logo tho! The perspective on it especially hehe

And then lastly, here are the pics from the Droog In A Slum music video that I based the pieces for the LGB! guys on :]

[flippinpancakes64]

Hello, I just want to know if I can request the Cullens to have an S/o that is in a band like sick puppies or skillet, please, and thank you

Also, I love your work

The Cullens with a reader who's in a Rock Band

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

I am someone who's into alternative music but I've never heard of these two bands. So I did my best to listen to some of their songs to get a feel for what kind of band you were talking about. They both reminded me a lot of Three Days Grace, Seether, Godsmack, and other bands like that so I based it off of that too.

In short, I basically went the route of a 90s-00s rock band

I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He's not the biggest fan

Not of you being in the band, but of the music

He's not really into all the screaming

Even though it's not all screaming lol

He is pretty old fashioned

But overall he'd be an enjoyer

He would be at all of your concerts watching from the front row

He will proudly tell anyone that asks that he is your boyfriend and that you two are very much in love

And if you guys ever wanted to write a slower, ballad-type piece he is so down to compose and play the piano part for it

Also you guys don't need to worry about money

If one of your guitar strings breaks he's sending you 1,000 dollars and telling you to keep the change

He's also a good personal bodyguard

No need to worry about rowdy fans when he's there

He supports all of your dreams

He just doesn't listen to the music in his free time

Sorry

Alice:

She is SO into it

I feel like she doesn't care about genres or anything like that

If she likes a song she likes it

And when you tell her about your band and show her one of your songs, she is in love

You don't need to hire a merch designer or a hair/makeup artist ever

She's on it

She loves helping you choose an outfit and doing your hair and makeup before you go on stage

And it does stroke her ego just a little bit when people post on Twitter about your outfits :)

She's also definitely the type to print out like a hundred posters and staple them to all of the telephone poles in like the whole state

Also always at every concert

Except she's backstage

She prefers to be close

Stands to the side the whole time holding a bottle of water for you whenever you need it

She definitely has a shirt with your face on it that says #1 fan

She doesn't wear it but she does have it

Jasper:

He's also a little confused by the music

I don't know why but I literally cannot imagine this man listening to music ever

So he doesn't really have a favorite type

But he loves your voice so obviously he loves your music

He doesn't trust himself to be in the crowd at your concerts

So he's always backstage too

Even though it's loud, if you even whisper under your breath that you're thirsty he is there with a bottle of water

For some reason I get the feeling he would be good at audio design tho

This guy can make fire edits to a song

Your bandmates love him tho because he moves all of the heavy equipment

He likes to be in the studio when you're recording

Quality time

And he can be perfectly silent so he never interferes with the sound equipment

Rosalie:

I feel like she'd shock you with the fact that she LOVES alt music

She's so angsty

It perfectly displays her emotions

The screaming is cathartic to her

So when she hears that you're in a band and you make the exact type of music that she loves, she is so excited

She wants to be involved in everything

She would love designing your outfits

And I feel like she would be a good songwriter

She is in the crowd every time

Directly in the center

Directly in the front

One time, when one of your concerts was coming up, she printed out hundreds of flyers and went around the school telling people to show up

Not asking

Telling

The show was packed

Emmett:

I think he would love it purely for aesthetic reasons

Not to say that he doesn't like that you're happy and doing what you love

But I think he would feel so cool with a badass rockstar S/O

Like when he looks up at you on stage he just gets so much pride

Like hell yeah everybody came here to see MY S/O

Also he is your personal bodyguard

He would have so much fun kicking people out of shows

He puts on the sunglasses, the high vis vest, everything

Obviously he is in the crowd every time

But that's because he's the guard

He would proudly wear a shirt with your face on it btw

And no he won't get rid of it

No matter how many times you ask

Esme:

She's another one who's not really into the music part

I get the feeling she would like jazz/classical music more

She just gives me calm energy

So she wouldn't really like your music sorry

But that doesn't mean she won't support you

She is at every concert

Backstage

And she helps you with anything else you may need

She is shockingly good at filming music videos

She also likes to take action shots while you're performing

And then she makes a scrapbook out of it <3

Carlisle:

This man is older than electricity

He's watched the evolution of all music genres

And he is familiar with all of them

He's sort of like Alice in that he likes songs from all genres

He is completely supportive, though

Gives you all the money you could ask for

And then some

He talks about you to his patients all of the time

"Oh you broke your arm at a music festival? My S/O is in a band, you should check them out sometime."

The nurses get a bit annoyed

The only downside is that, because he works so much at the clinic, he can't help that much

He does his best to be at every one of your concerts

But he can't make all of them

When he does show up though he is front and center

Vampire! Bella:

Stephenie Meyer confirmed that Bella listens to Linkin Park

So yes she totally loves your band

I can imagine her in the mosh pit

She'd love it

She would stay far away from the stage though

Like she does not want to be perceived by the public

She helps doing other stuff though

I feel like Edward probably taught her how to play guitar at some point

So if you're ever stumped on a riff or something she jumps in to help

Obvs she's at every concert too

[queer-reader-07]

Hi! 💕

For the ask game:

orchid, bamboo, mahonia, sage and nutmeg

Sorry its a lot lol, you can just pick your favorites lol.

hi!! i love having multiple to answer <3

send me asks!!

orchid: what's a song you consider to be perfect?

i'm a slut for hozier first, human second

bamboo: do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

not usually tbh. i usually keep the same stuff on all day unless i've suddenly gotten really uncomfortable and/or dysphoric at some point in the day.

mahonia: what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

oooh i love this one! honestly my friends inspire me most! like seeing the art they make (drawing, writing, poetry, etc) always makes me want to do art! especially when i read the stuff my friends write i'm always like "oh maybe i should get back to that piece i haven't touched in 2 months"

sage: what medium of art is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

music 100%. especially when experienced live. there is something so raw in song writing i think, the way feelings and pain and love and joy can be wrapped in lyricism. it sounds nice when you're just hearing it, but when you truly start to listen it starts hitting you deeper and harder in your chest.

live music especially feels so personal and intimate, even in a large theater. being in a room full of people who know all the lyrics, singing along to these songs about love and joy and loss and the feral energy of life is enough to make me cry in a really human way.

nutmeg: how's your room decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

i do not have a cohesive theme or style in any aspect of my life lmao. one of my friends described my room by saying that "it looks like the inside of [my] brain" which has always stuck with me. i have drawings up on one wall and song lyrics printed on metallic painted cardboard above my desk. there's a movie poster for star wars by my bookshelf and a dune poster next to a foldout magazine poster of the jwst pillars of creation. i have crucifixes adorned with rosaries above my bed because i'm not catholic but they give me some twisted form of comfort and they're next to the photos of my friends and i.

it's messy an incoherent but it's so very Me.

[ltwharfy]

1, 8, 11, 12 (for the fandom ask game)

List 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

The "Bob's Burgers" fandom is creative- I'm often blown away by the fanart, fics, headcanons, and other forms of creativity on display.

It's pretty good natured- even when folks disagree about things or don't like certain characters, episodes, ships, etc., they are never really that nasty about it.

And it's pretty funny- a lot of the posts from folks in the fandom make me chuckle, which is good because we're talking about a comedy show and if I wanted social media that made me depressed or angry I'd go back to following politics on Twitter.

(Note: This is discussing the "Bob's Burgers" fandom as I've experienced it on tumblr. It sounds like Facebook, Reddit and other places may not be as great. Which is why I limit my Facebook use to interacting with folks I actually know and limit my Reddit use to none.)

8. You hope more people will come to appreciate...

Peter Pescadero. I think he might be the most underrated recurring character on the show. He's pretty much always doing something interesting and has a lot of killer lines. I'd love it if he showed up more often and his friendship with Gene was established more.

11. If you are an artist or a writer, what piece of art are you proud of making?

I could probably (hopefully) give reasons I'm proud of all of my fics, but I think I'll single out "For the Boy Who Has (Allergies to) Everything" here. This is my "House of 1,000 Bounces" prologue telling the story of how the Belcher kids came up with the idea of getting Rudy a pepper spray holster to use for his asthma. This was my first time writing Belcher sibling dialogue and I really enjoyed it. I think some of the lines I give Gene the funniest things I've written, and overall I feel like out of all my fics this is the one that could be most easily turned into a scene from an actual episodes. (Not that that is the goal of fic, but it's still fun to write something that feels like that.)

Also, I want to promote it as it is one of my least read stories about Rudy and Louise, probably because I only tagged it under the friendship tag not the romance tag (but that makes sense-to me- because it is set before "Bob Actually"...)

12. Compliment someone else in your fandom

I enjoy @dianadeadwing's art sooooooo much! I think I end up reblogging basically everything she shares! She does things in a number of different styles and they are all wonderful!

In particular, her "Adventure" painting for Day 2 of Roudise Week might be my favorite piece of "Bob's Burgers" fanart ever. If I could buy a print or a poster of it, I would. It bounces around in my brain occasionally like I am trying to think up a fic idea inspired by it, but i haven't gotten much further than "something about this makes me think of some Gaslight Anthem songs..." But maybe someday!

[snazum]

Project: IYKYK bts, Spoilers Beware if you even care lol. Rambles about the general project, if you want specific characters/songs look in the tag

Okay so plans are, an over arching story broken up into little stories. The videos can be viewed independently and still be entertaining, I think I have 2 songs per character, at least you can watch just the character and get their story.

ALSO! Each character has a specific style, art style, style of video to tell the story, and maybe they show up in the other styles as well when there is cross overs :3

As of right now, there are 4 characters (5 if you include myself, but there's not really a story there more just an intro and outro to the series. These vids will probably be confusing and maybe not that interesting but whatever XD Idc)

Each character does in fact tie in with one another!! even if it's in weird round about ways and sometimes won't be shown on screen and is just a tidbit for me to know :P

I pulled all the designs from my old Sonas and Oc's (That are basically self inserts at this point), for reasons. (Look it's basically me telling my life story through fiction to keep it somewhat detached) Though they're getting vague make overs and story revamps. I also pulled these specific characters as representations for specific points in my life, the original creation date and the mental state I was in during those times.

I tried to choose songs that resonated with me and I listen to a lot, but I had to scratch a bunch of songs, and find some new ones I've never listened to. But it worked out and I found new songs I like! Was originally gonna have a lot more Brightside Album songs by the Lumineers and Tame Impala songs but it did not work out. I'm just glad I was able to get 1 brightside song in there. Even if it sounds vaguely out of place. The playlist may change overtime too as I flesh out these stories more.

While I work on the videos, I am planning on making still pieces to go along with the stories. Thumnails, posters, just like scenes in general. Whatever pops into my head. Though thinking about it posters would be cool af. Also I have more experience making still pieces that moving ones. But my brain works in movement so weird balance I have to walk.

The styles I came up with will probably be more bare bone for the video parts, just to save time and my sanity XD

Basically this entire project is for me to strengthen my redesigning and writing muscles. As well as bring a piece of work to completion that is completely my own. AND work through my own problems or i guess, release myself from them. It's my final send off to that chapter of my life. Two birds one stone :) Or should I say mountain cause this really is a huge project (in comparison to what I've done in the past) INTRO/OUTRO: Intro song: Pyramid Song by Radiohead

Introduces moi, starts in reality to a dream state, from here it introduces the main sonas and situations briefly, with hints that these people are in fact representations of myself.

Outro song: Impression from the ICO soundtrack

Concludes the story arc, leaving the fantasy of these events behind to face the reality of these events. To be myself, and not hide behind fiction and convoluted metaphors of my own emotions. Waking up from that dream.

[athymy-meraki]

Well, I log onto tumblr for the first time in a few months to rewrite some posts and I see this shit on my timeline. I'm going to go on a tirade right now because this just pisses me the fuck off. I thought we were done with this, and this seems to be from months ago too, but nope. You posted this literal days after the whole debacle of you being unable to handle criticism. If you respond to this or try to drag it on, I'm blocking you Jay.

I am autistic as well, I understand it can make you blunt but that's not a fucking excuse to post a screenshot with my uncensored username to then bitch about me and make false claims. I personally use strong words, but it was nothing more than my personal opinion. I was unaware at the time that you were a porn artist, but that doesn't mean I can't have an opinion. This was posted on fucking reddit, dude. I also find it really weird how you found the post within only like 3 hours, what were you name searching yourself or some shit? I honestly wonder how you found it so quickly, and how you found it at all at that. Are you just name searching yourself all the time to try and act pissed at anyone criticizing you? This is the Internet, dude, I expect more from an adult.

Can I also say how you are harassing me and allowing your followers to witch-hunt me if they so please, when you are 35 and I'm 17? Are you fucking serious? You're an ADULT, act like one.

I pointed out how you drew "lesbians turning straight" art, but you rebutted and insisted a lesbian commissioned that. I'll believe that, sure. But you STILL fetishize lesbians, because you have MULTIPLE pieces of art like this. And don't tell me they're all commissions. This is only one example, there are more than just this

Censored so this doesn't get taken down. But you know what else? You LITERALLY PUT THAT YOU "LIKE" LESBIANS IN YOUR FURSONA SHEET along with incest, noncon and dubcon

Don't fucking tell me that it was "just a commission" when this is cold hard evidence that you have a weird obsession with lesbians, as a MAN.

My second complaint is that you accused me of cherry-picking, giving Brandy, "washboard flat" as an example. However, you still find other ways to sexualize this character, talking about her ass in posts.

I'm not saying you can't be horny, I'm saying don't try to say she isn't sexualized just because she has a small chest unlike the others. I'll give you the pass on Cybil though, her design is fine actually.

On AI art, I stand by my claim. Ai only hurts artists, nothing it produces is original. I understand you have rheumatoid arthritis, but you brag about making a shit ton of money from your art, why don't you hire a background artist? Using ai literally only makes your art look worse because ai backgrounds are easy to spot, it looks cheap and lazy then. Companies are now using ai to make movie posters and advertisements instead of hiring real artists now. And can we talk about how ai is evolving to make fucking DEEPFAKE PORN OF MINORS?? The toby fox arguement doesn't even work, he still made the entire song, wrote it, did the sound design, he didn't just type a bunch of words into a computer to generate it FOR him, like ai "artists" do. I don't have a problem with ai helping art, I have a problem with generative ai stealing art and shitting out terrible pictures so lazy assholes can claim to be artists.

The last thing I want to cover: the other user you harassed. I'm not in contact with this user since then, but because of something I did, you harass them and assume we are the same person. Why? Because I quoted them, saying "I" instead of "someone" or "they". This was a mistake, I don't quote people often. But, I DID notice this before you even pointed it out, however I kept it because when you found the post I thought "hey, maybe if he thinks I said that, they'll stay out of trouble or something" and that fucking backfired I guess. By the way the comments weren't deleted, I blocked you. You sent me some dm, which I ignored and can no longer bring up unfortunately, about how you "caught" me, because my reddit account features otherkin posts, and you said the other user does aswell, which I'm literally failing to find other than one joke post with otherkin tags??? Seriously dude, grow up. You also claimed we have similar diction, or spelling or whatever. I don't use proper grammar sometimes when I'm not trying to be serious about something. Accusing me of being another person over text-speak is fucking insane dude. You also made THIS comment, saying how you didn't care and whatever, and yet this was posted I think about a WEEK after the whole thing

"I woke up and chose violence" No dude, that term is used about being aggressive and getting shit done finally, or standing up to someone. Stuff like that. NOT harassing a MINOR for disliking your art.

I fully meant it when I said I originally had no ill will towards you, I just personally don't like your specific artstyle. But who gives a shit, huh? But now after seeing this, fuck that, FULL ill will. Seriously dude, you are an asshole. When the person with bpd tells you to fucking chill, you KNOW it's bad. In case you forgot from the top of the post, if you respond or try to drag it on beyond this, OR screenshot this and bitch about me to your followers, I am BLOCKING YOU.

See ya.

I just woke up and I chose violence let's go.

Look all I'm sayin' is

If you're gonna attack AI generative art

You should, for the same reason, attack Toby Fox.

The reason I've seen the most for people not liking AI is that it's not "Real art" and that it "Takes jobs from artists" and that it "Steals from other artists"

Well, then, let's talk about how Hopes and Dreams by Toby Fox uses fake Violins to mimic a symphony orchestra. Toby could have hired a real orchestra but he used a fake one and y'all came in your drawers over it.

Why'd nobody ever lift a finger to cover social media in how Toby Fox doesn't deserve to make money because his song "Undertale" uses a fake guitar that sounds just like a real one? He could have hired a musician to play guitar but he didn't! That cost a REAL guitar player a job, didn't it?

And how come when it was found out that Toby Fox stole entire lietmotifs from other games like Kirby n shit, y'all had like 600,000,000 excuses to defend him?

I don't dislike Toby I think he's amazing, like 100/10, one'a the brightest examples of a success story of all time and one of the nicest most pure-hearted people on earth who made two of my favorite games of all time and a ton of my favorite music. Spider Dance has been my ring tone for like 8 years.

I'm just saying, the literal same reasons I see people attacking AI gen art is shit that Toby does, all of it, and y'all worship Toby for it but attack artists.

And neither here nor there, but hear me out?

Y'all will say you're in defense of artists keeping their jobs and their livelihoods which is so very noble of you, but if an artist draws shortstacks that are just a little too short, or if an artist utilizes AI, or if an artist draws Rose Quartz skinny, or if an artist draws Sans and Frisk getting a little too Frisky, or if an artist votes for Trump, or if an artist says a dirty word you don't like, or if an artist draws a black person that looks just a little bit too stereotypical, or if an artist draws a lesbian character getting fucked, or if an artist doesn't believe in gender identities, or if an artist doesn't put trans characters in their graphic novel, or if an artist makes a sexy character with butt-jiggle the protagonist of their video game; Y'ALL ARE COMPLETELY OKAY WITH SAYING THAT ARTIST SHOULDN'T BE MAKING MONEY, AND BANDWAGONING A HATEMONGERING BRIGADE AGAINST THEM.

Or in the Sans and Frisk case: PUT SEWING NEEDLES INSIDE OF COOKIES AND GIVE THEM TO THE ARTIST WHO DREW IT, PUTTING THEM IN THE HOSPITAL.

Listen

Spare me this "We hate AI because we care about the jobs of artists" shit, you lying scoundrels. You don't care about my job! You've tried to cancel me like 500 goddamn times, got my Patreon frozen twice, got my PayPal frozen over 100 times even right in the middle of conventions, flooded my stream chat and spammed the N-word in chat trying to get my Twitch banned, flooded my Discord multiple times with links to CP trying to get my Discord banned, and you have entire Discord servers literally called things like "Jay is an asshole" and "The We Hate Jay Society" (YEAH I KNOW YOU FUCKERS EXIST, HI, HAVE FUN SCREENCAPPING THIS).

My artistic career has been under fire for the past 12 years because I draw things y'all disagree with, have opinions you don't like, and have family members who vote for politicians you think are the boogeyman that's the cause of all your problems (and haven't disowned those family members). With all due respect, when I hear "We hate AI because we believe in fair wages for artists and want to protect the jobs of artists" I just wanna strangle your lying ass.

You hate AI because it's popular to hate AI.

AI is like a prosthetic robot arm that helps you carry the groceries, and disabled people like myself (rheumatoid arthritis) benefit from its uses greatly (such as being able to draw backgrounds much easier which has greatly improved my art and INCREASED MY COMMISSION REVENUE DUE TO MY ART QUALITY IMPROVING [But y'all don't care that AI helps artists earn more money, you hate AI because you claim it's hurting artists' ability to earn money]), but you're so hung up on people using the robot arm instead of their real arms that you think you're some crusader against injustice.

You aren't.

You're just looking for reasons to attack people, it's what you do. I've been dealing with y'all looking for any goddamn reason to attack someone that you can muster for the last 12 years, hell even before that I dealt with you types. You just want to hate, you want to be prejudiced so fucking bad that you look for literally any reason you can possibly find to make some vaguepost about how much you hate an artist and post it to Reddit, and then when you get called out, get so surprised that I found your bitch ass that you start pretending you didn't mean any ill will, and start pretending that you're someone else in the most pathetic attempt to dodge blame I've ever seen.

[Context: The OP of this post accidentally revealed who they are on Tumblr, and then when I called them out on Tumblr, they pretended they were someone else because they were scared I was gonna out them on Tumblr and they tried pathetically to cover their ass, and even politely said "I never wanted to garner hate against you" when they literally posted "I hate the way he draws women" on r/mendrawingwomen and flooded the comment section (mostly now deleted) with how "disgusting of a person" I am, while I was in the comments politely giving context to the shit he was saying about me, and he started getting furious when other people were liking my art and agreeing with me instead of him. I have like 600 screencaps of all the cringe this guy spewed, but I'm not gonna post it all because it's tangential anyway. Case in point? This guy's blog is absolutely covered with how much he hates artists for drawing things he doesn't like, and he regularly posts about how AI is taking jobs from artists. Not gonna out his blog, but that's who he is. A shining example of exactly what I'm talking about. "I hate AI because it takes jobs from artists!" "THIS MAN-THING DRAWS WOMEN IN A WAY I DON'T LIKE AND HE'S A DISGUSTING PERSON, EVERYONE JOIN ME IN HATING HIM AND TRYING TO RUIN HIS REPUTATION AND THEN WE CAN CELEBRATE WHEN HE LOSES HIS JOB!!!"]

Like, y'all can sit there and act like you're defending me and artists like me all you want, you're liars. You're boldfaced fucking liars. You are disgusting. It's completely pathetic watching you attack a tool that can be used to improve our art, and claim it's in defense of the authenticity of our art and the continued financial stability of our artistic careers. Fucking give me a break.

You're looking for people who say positive things about AI art so you can attack them and feel justified because it's popular to attack them.

All while sitting there and gladly swallowing the cum of any musician who makes amazing music with synths, fake symphony instruments and autotune.

"We care about the jobs of artists."

Yeah.

Long as those artists fall in line with your opinions and only draw things that agree with said opinions, right?

Wouldn't wanna care about the jobs of "problematic" artists who draw "offensive" stuff or vote for politicians you don't like.

Final note: This isn't even an attack against any political opinions or activism or anything like that, but I'm being realistic here because these are the people I see brigading against AI art. It's not me saying those people are dumb for having their opinions or political standpoints or being activists for their beliefs, it's me saying those people are the ones who are constantly attacking AI art in "defense of artists," while in the same breath attacking artists for not sharing their political standpoints or also being activists for the same causes. If you truly, truly cared about the livelihood of artists, you'd stop attacking artists' livelihood for disagreeing with you. Or for that matter: Any reason. Stop attacking artists' livelihood, or stop pretending you care about it. Be consistent, at least.

[seekslight-arch]

It's plain to see that he's absolutely enraptured by her. He's lounging in her room — a fan's wildest fantasy — and absolutely hanging on her every word. "My parents had me learn violin when I was younger," he says, then pauses, because it seems a bit rude to express that he really didn't like it — found it pretentious and stuffy — so he pivots a bit, tries to be tactful (boy, he really does want to impress her, huh?). "Turns out I'm more of a guitar guy." A sheepish sort of grin. "As you know."

@essence-flux-primed ✨

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄 to have ezreal casually checking out her room. she cannot describe it with other words, no — bizarre sums it all up.

the first meetings are always awkward with normal people, but with those from the music industry? the current top ten artists? luxanna felt herself at loss of words. what should she talk about? would he like to listen, at all? she had to remind herself he looked nervous, too, and maybe it's like with spiders — they're more afraid of you than you're afraid of them.

perhaps it's true, so she put her phone on her desk turning it to silent mode with the purpose of having it away from her hands, so ezreal wouldn't get distressed about her taking sneaky pictures to post online later on. putting it to silent, though, was a bit risky — something she didn't do like, ever, afraid she'll miss notifications of another voidling spawns around the city she sworn to protect. as of now, no vibrations were heard. and she wouldn't be much help anyway — not with her ankle twisted and tightly bandaged.

that was also the reason they didn't meet in public. walking was way too hard now, the pain from last night's battle still perceptible under her skin with every movement she made. god, the bruise on her arm was making her crazy — but when looking in the boy's big eyes it seemed to easen a bit. especially when he was actually conversing, albeit a bit quiet, but that could also be the house's fault. empty, on saturday morning, with no one around but the pink-haired girl and her bunny hopping around the room freely, with every piece of anything it could probably eat out of the floor.

“yeah,” she uttered awkwardly as a response, but then smiled reassuringly. “i tried a bit of ukulele, but i'm not good at all, and i know it's different from guitar but—” she stopped, shaking her head. “there are chords to your songs all over the internet, and they sound amazing while being played on ukulele. you know, giving the acoustic vibe and all.”

she follows his gaze, taking in her whole room. there's no merch nor posters with any bands, but the huge space is filled with various knick-knacks anyway — tons of polaroid and framed pictures of her and her friends, one recognizable from the concert they've met — the tall man who let lux sit on his arms and helped her get on stage. other than that, plushies — oh god, she owned so many of them — shelves full of books and comics decorated with fairy lights and little trinkets from all the places she visited during vacation with her family.

the tiny creature of soft creamy fur color hopped in to sniff on ez's sock. it didn't seem shy at all, but now it made it's way to claim some attention.

“she seems to be comfortable around you,” lux smiled, the starlight in her eyes shining with joy. “her name's mimi. i think she wants you to pet her.”

[ficsforeren]

In Another Life: Fallen Angels

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader X Armin Arlert

Genre: Rockstar AU, Domestic AU, Model AU, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 8K

Summary: Your husband, Eren Jaeger, knows just how much Armin Arlert loves you, even the dirty thoughts he's been keeping to himself about touching you behind your husband's back. Wanting to give some spice into your marriage, Eren decides to offer his best friend a chance to do what he wants with you.

Warnings: Threesome, rough unprotected sex, double penetration, blow job, hand job, rimming, anal sex, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, swearing, daddy kink, spitting, corruption, humiliation, degradation, praising, cream pie, blindfold, bondage.

AN: 🎉THANK YOU FOR 5000 FOLLOWERS! 🎉 As promised, I wrote you a threesome fic with Rockstar Eren and Model Armin from The Last Song. I've tried my best to write what you guys voted in the polls. I hope you'll like it! Will be responding to your messages soon❤️

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart (follow her on Twitter)

This is a dream. This must be a dream. Otherwise, how could you explain it?

How could you explain the way you have your body trapped against two men—a handsome, rugged lead singer of the notorious rock band Empire on your left and an attractive, young male model from Salvatore Ferragamo on your right?

They’re sporting similar outfits to the ones they wore in a photoshoot they did together. The same one that took your breath away from how stunning they seemed before your eyes. Both of them are dressed in tailored suits, expensive watches, and matching black ties that hang loose around their necks. The brown-haired, seductive musician on your left wears the same rose gold wedding band that hugs your ring finger, and a three-piece suit—all black, except for the white button-down shirt that sticks close to his chest. The other male, whose innocence reminds you of a young prince, sports the opposite. Shrouded in white from top to bottom, the only color that he wears is his charcoal black tie and the scarlet shade of your lipstick that coated his neck.

You were in the middle of a party, you could remember that much. Armin’s father’s birthday party, to be exact. But that’s all you can remember. You don’t know how you got yourself enmeshed between the two men at the other end of the hallway, a place where someone could walk in anytime and see the way your mouth is interlocked with your husband’s in a frenzied kiss, while his best friend is mapping his way down to your cleavage.

Are you drunk? Is it because of the alcohol? No. You don’t remember yourself drinking at the party, but your body mimics how it is when you’re intoxicated. You find yourself weak, letting the other two roam their hands as much as they want, making use of your body as much as they please. Your body has gone autopilot. Your hands are pushing Armin’s suit off his shoulders, the silky material landing without a sound on the carpeted floor as your fingers shift to the back of his skull, accidentally making a mess of his strands. His previous slicked back hair is now all tousled, his bangs falling over his eyes again.

Their beauty is so ethereal that your delirious mind starts thinking maybe they don’t belong in this world. Maybe they’re divine, magical beings and you’re the sweetest form of sin that lured them away from heaven, clipping off their wings with your smile and turning them into nothing but a pair of fallen angels.

And now… They’re as wicked as the Devil himself.

You can hear Mr. Arlert’s boisterous laughter echoing from the living room, separated only a few meters away from where you are. The guests are all gathered in one spot, holding tall glasses filled with wine, clanking them against one another at the end of his speech. And here you are, pushed and squeezed between the two males in a secluded corner of Armin’s beautiful mansion, away from the public’s eyes but close enough for them to hear the erotic sounds you’re making. Your spine is plastered against the wall, your mouth covered securely by Eren’s palm so you won’t garner attention.

“Keep your voice down,” your husband warns in his gentle, seductive husky voice. “You can do that for us, can’t you, baby girl?” His teeth grind against the skin of your neck, tasting the scent of your perfume with his tongue while his best friend goes down to his knees before you.

A pair of sapphire blue eyes, as deep as the bottomless sea, look up at you through a curtain of golden strands. Armin, with scarlet blooming on his cheeks, gazes back at you with nothing but desire and the endless affection he’s been keeping bottled deep inside his chest for years. He caresses your thigh, each of his delicate touches trickles like electricity on your bare skin. “Princess…” He vocalizes beautifully, his lips brushing against the side of your thigh as he hooks one arm around your leg. “My beautiful, beautiful princess…”

You chew on your lip to refrain yourself from making sound, giving your husband two tiny nods to his earlier question. Eren chuckles, his hand sliding down to cup one of your breasts over the fabric. You’re wearing a provocative, red evening gown with off the shoulders sleeves that expose enough skin and cleavage for both men to ravish. The artistic appliqués on your dress, the expensive diamond necklace that decorates your collarbones, and the way you let your hair cascade naturally to your shoulders, certainly do make you look like a princess walking out of your daughter’s favorite fairy tale book.

If only your daughter knew how filthy her princess has become.

Although the dress is long enough for its end to graze the floor, it doesn’t serve as a problem for Armin to pepper butterfly kisses on your legs, thanks to the high, side split that reaches the upper part of your thigh. “Your skin is so soft,” the blonde-haired man whispers, sliding his hand up and down your exposed right leg before he settles his head between your thighs. “Your body is a dream, Princess. So beautiful…” His breath fans your skin, elevating the tiny hairs on your nape. You can feel how hot it is even through your lingerie. “You’re like an angel to me.” The pet name and the praises he gives you feel just as foreign as the way he touches you, but Armin is only eager to make you feel at home.

“An angel?” Eren snickers, his lips grazing your earlobe, his fingers curling around your throat. “What kind of an angel, are you, Sweetheart? Wanting another man’s face between your legs when you already have your husband satisfying you all night. What, one cock isn’t enough for you, baby? Want my best friend to fuck you too, is that it?”

You can’t answer, your thighs quivering when you feel Armin kissing you over your underwear. You’re much more sensitive as you never fantasized to be in such a position with the boy you shared hours of conversations with about your favorite book. Armin is attractive, you’ve already perceived him that way from day one but you never really thought about him sexually. He’s always been sweet. So innocent. Blushing even at the thought of holding your hand, and yet now… Now he’s like this.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” Armin says, professing the words like it’s a form of reassurance.

Your high heel slides down the floor when he separates his lips and presses his mouth hotly against the lace of your lingerie. You would’ve lost your balance if your husband wasn’t there to catch you.

“Sensitive, are we?” Eren croons, purring delightfully next to your ear as he moves to stand behind you. “What is it, honey? Does it feel good?” You weakly nod, biting the corner of your lip to contain your whimper. Eren’s eyes glaze, his voice drops a pitch lower as he takes in your expression, loathing the fact that another man can make your face contort in pleasure. “He hasn’t even started yet.” He holds you close, his face hovering past your shoulder to lock gaze with the shorter male. “Isn’t that right, Armin?”

Armin, keeping his eyes on you, hugs your legs close and does a little mm-hmm as he mouths against your clothed heat. You softly whine, leaning your weight on your husband’s chest. It’s funny how responsive you are right now, acting like this is the first time someone has performed oral sex on you when your husband has done that almost every day during your five years of marriage.

“R-Ren…” you moan, your body flinching when you can feel the shape of Armin’s tongue gliding over the cloth. “What are we—What is happening?”

“We’re making your dreams come true,” he answers, his arm shifting down to grapple your leg. Lifting it high enough for your dress to slide to the side, Eren exposes your thigh and your center at once. “Show him, baby,” Eren tells you. “Show him how fucking wet that pussy is.”

Your heart is hitched in your throat but you follow nonetheless. Reaching down, you push your lingerie to the side. “Good,” your husband says. “Now, spread them apart.” With your cheeks burning brightly, you bring your other hand down, spreading your lower lips apart until Armin can see your dripping cunt, your entrance twitching in anticipation.

“Take a good look, Armin,” Eren utters, his tone conceited and cold. “This is what you want. Been thinking about fucking my wife behind my back for a while, haven’t you?”

Armin has the hardest time tearing his gaze away from you, but he manages. Exchanging stares with your husband, he solemnly utters, “I wouldn’t have done this if you didn’t give me permission to touch her.”

“That’s right,” he smiles pompously, shooting one hand down to join your fingers, putting you on display. “This pretty cunt here belongs to me. You don’t get to taste it. You don’t get to fuck it unless I let you to. You’re only here because of me.” He dips his index finger deep inside your hole before he retrieves it and plunges it into your mouth. You whimper around his finger, tasting your own slick. “You better take good care of her. Better make her cum and lick her clean. Do that, and maybe I’ll forgive you for this. After all…” Eren turns his face to the side, the tip of his nose nudging against your cheek. “I’m just here to please my queen. If she wants to be a fucking slut and have her holes stuffed with our cocks at the same time then I would gladly do it.”

Your husband spreads your legs as wide as possible with one hand circling your waist protectively to keep you standing on your feet. “Go on,” Eren urges, green eyes gleaming dangerously as he peers down at the other man. “You want to fuck my wife’s cunt with your tongue, don’t you? Do it before I change my mind.”

Armin breathes out heavily. His fear, desire, and overwhelming thrill add pretty colors to his pale face. Eren tells you to keep your hands where they are. Armin tentatively darts out his tongue, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, his nose bumping against your finger. He removes your hand, placing them on his head so you could guide him. His moan reverberates to your skin when he feels you tightening your hold around his silky strands, leaving his slicked-back hair all disheveled. Now that he has more room to reach, Armin eagerly latches his mouth against your folds, tongue flicking obscenely before his lips close around your clit.

Your body jerks. “Ah—mmph!”

Eren slaps one hand over your mouth, stopping your voice from thundering down the hallway. “Ssssh,” he titters, stuffing two of his fingers inside and pressing them flat against your tongue. “You want people to catch us like this? I won’t mind if you ask me. I would love to fuck my wife in front of everyone. Want them to see how good I am at making you cry out my name like a fucking little bitch you are.”

Moments like this make you realize that your husband was never an angel. He's been the devil, Lucifer himself, from day one.

Armin’s little grunts are muffled against your skin, his cerulean eyes turning hazy as he watches your expression twist in pleasure. He sneaks one hand behind your leg, palm splayed against your calf before he guides you to rest your thigh on his shoulder. You’re now lifted off the ground, trusting your bodyweight entirely on the two males to fight against gravity. “Princess…” He bestows a gentle kiss on your clit, pulling away slightly just to replace his mouth with two of his fingers. Gliding them down over your folds, there’s a hint of curiosity and nervousness as he speaks his sentence. “Do I make you feel good?”

You’re not sure what to say. No, you’re not sure if you should speak at all as your husband is right behind you. But Eren removes his fingers from your mouth, your saliva dribbling down your chin as he frames your face and forces you to look down at Armin. “He asked you a question, Sweetheart.” Eren’s voice is just as melodious as it is perilous. You sink your teeth on your bottom lip, too afraid to be honest. “It’s only polite to reply.”

“B-but–”

“Answer him.”

“Yes,” you vocalize in a tattered breath. “Yes, it feels good.”

You expect your husband to be upset, maybe curling his fingers around your throat a little harder to remind you who owns you but Eren chuckles, saying, “That’s my good girl,” as he grants you a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Now, relax, baby. I want you to enjoy everything while it lasts.”

Armin, encouraged by your answer, dives down to taste you again, this time focusing more on abusing your already swollen clit. Your hand tugs harder against his roots as your hips start to move on your own.

“Aah, look at you,” Eren says, drawing your earlobe between his teeth. “Riding his face like that… Just how much you’ve been thinking about this, hmm?” His hand slips under the garment of your dress, taking possession of your breast and squeezing it until your whole body jolts. “Filthy whore,” he growls, teeth-gritting as he says it.

He’s angry. Even if he pretends he isn’t, there’s no denying it. He’s swallowed by the rage of seeing another man pleasuring his wife right before his eyes but he doesn’t do anything to stop it. He keeps holding one of your legs in the air, commanding him, “Fuck her with your tongue. If you can’t make her squirt, I won’t let you fuck her.”

Armin groans, the dazed look on his face morphs slightly into a glare, vexed by his words. He retracts his fingers, stretching your pussy’s lips as wide apart as possible, tongue darting out to tease your entrance before he plunges it inside your hole. Your body lurches forward, eyebrows stitched together in pleasure. You have one hand clawing against your husband’s shirt, your reaction fueling the jealousy raging in his chest but Eren simply tilts up his chin, an arrogant smile breaking upon his lips.

“That’s the spirit, Armin,” he says, a moment before he sinks his teeth against the spot that connects your neck to your shoulder, rewarding you with the pain while Armin tortures you with pleasure. “Keep it up. I want to see her cum all over your face.”

Armin doesn’t possess the expertise that Eren has but his keenness in giving you the ecstasy that you crave makes him dangerous. Once he brings his fingers into the game, sliding two of his digits inside you to pump you fast and hard, it doesn’t take long until your knees begin to shake. “Ah, Ren—” You quiver, holding onto your husband’s arm like you’re holding onto dear life. “I’m—I’m about to cum—Armi—“

Eren grabs your face, smashing your mouths together and kissing you harder than he’s ever been before you can finish pronouncing the word. “Don’t say his name,” he growls, squeezing your cheeks together with one hand as the knots inside your belly grow taut. “You either scream my name or nothing at all. Understand?” The sudden drop in his pitch makes your skin crawl in both fear and excitement.

You’re breathing hard, fogs clouding your thoughts as Armin drives you closer to the brink. “I—Eren—”

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” you sob out. “Yes. Only you, Ren.”

Satisfied, he kisses you again, whispering between the collision of your mouths, “Good girl. Now, cum, baby. Give him what he wants.”

Not two seconds later, you reach your high, your scream strangled in your throat as you give in to the blind pleasure. Your orgasm hits you so hard that you end up squirting. Armin’s eyes shut close in reflex when your cum stains his face, a little bit of your juice dripping to the floor before he catches the rest of your essence in his mouth, lapping you clean and swallowing everything you give him as promised.

Eren sneers, the tip of his nose brushes against your ear. “Squirting on another man’s face,” he titters mockingly, “I can’t believe I married a slut.”

Armin returns to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His chin still glistens with your slick, your taste sitting thickly on his tongue. He offers you his usual angelic smile, the adoration he holds for you never falter even if years have passed by with you being somebody else’s wife. “Let’s move somewhere else,” he says, his thumb sliding across your lips as he holds back the temptation to kiss you. “The party will be over soon. I don’t want anyone to see us like this.”

Eren untangles his arm from your leg, letting you stand on your own. Your knees still wobble from the aftershock of your orgasm, leaving you with no choice but to have your body pressed flat against his chest. Despite the terms he used to degrade you a moment ago, your husband soothes you down with a little kiss on the side of your temple, his arm holding you still by your waist.

“You okay?” He asks, genuinely concerned.

Turning bashful, you respond with a timid smile and a weak, “Yeah, umm… I think I just pulled a muscle from the way you were holding me.”

Eren laughs, landing a playful peck on your cheek. “Not as flexible as you were before, huh, grandma?”

"S-shut up."

Armin watches with his jaw clenched, jealousy starting to gnaw at him just as much as the one that was blazing inside Eren’s chest. “Come,” he says, pivoting on his heels and leading you down the hallway. “I know a place we can use.”

***

You’ve been in this room before. That day, when you stepped into his mansion for the first time to celebrate his birthday together. Armin called it his sanctuary–a spacious room that resembles a gorgeous contemporary library with an endless collection of books. The exposed brick wall, leather sofas, ottomans, and wooden bookshelves—there’s a hint of Western flair into the eclectic look. There’s a white grand piano with its cover lid closed standing in the center of the room. You remember how you sat on the bench next to him on that day, listening to the way his fingers dance across the keys, his lips singing the beautiful song that once crushed your soul as you were unable to respond to the love he gave you, knowing that your heart already belonged to someone else.

But that was then.

Right now, you’re lying down on the same piano, your dress thrown away haphazardly on the floor, your chest exposed and your legs opened wide with no fabric covering your skin. It’s been an hour since you started this, performing your role as nothing but their sex doll to touch and play around with, testing your limits with their fingers and tongues. You’re in a haze, your body enervated after your husband gave you your second orgasm that day only by using his fingers.

The two handsome men now stand tall before you, their eyes still fixated on the way your bare chest is heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath. Eren has shucked off his black suit a while ago, leaving him only in his black vest and crisp white shirt that were both fully unbuttoned but not yet discarded, showing a generous amount of sculpted chest, the ridges of his abs, his prominent V-lines, and a vertical strip of hair that leads down into his trousers. Rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, Eren says, “I hope you’re not tired yet, Sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

Armin, dressed in nothing left but his dress shirt and slacks, unfastens the three top buttons of his shirt with a little tremble in his fingertips. He’s visibly nervous at what your husband has planned for the rest of the evening but he doesn’t file a word of protest. He’s smaller in size—lean, instead of muscular. His shoulders may not be as broad as your husband’s but his abdomen is well defined, his shirt hugging his toned chest perfectly. It wasn’t just his looks that landed him his job as a fashion model. Armin Arlert is stunning in his own way.

The light-haired boy still feels jittery even after he was holding you close from behind as your husband fingered you until you drenched his fist with your juices. Eren tells him to take off his tie and he follows, sliding it away from his collar just like the brunette is doing with his own.

“Let’s play a little game,” Eren announces with mischief in his tone, walking to the other side of the piano where you have your head resting a few inches away from the edge. His sensual, devilish smirk is the last thing you see before your husband covers your eyes with his tie. He lifts your head, knotting the tie securely behind your skull.

“Eren—”

He lowers his head to close the gap and kisses you upside down, silencing you at once. “Relax, honey,” he coos, the shape of his smirk pressing against your lips. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you real nice, okay?”

Now that you’ve lost your vision, you rely heavily on your ears to figure out what’s going on. You can hear Armin’s footsteps closing in at the same time you feel Eren moving away from you. “Lift your hands, Princess,” his honeyed voice echoes near, a lot gentler than how your husband spoke to you. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

“Can’t promise you the same, baby,” Eren chimes in, his voice resonating from the other side of the piano as his calloused palm strokes your thigh. “You know how I am in bed.”

Trying not to tense so much, you raise your hands in the air. Armin wraps his tie around your wrist, careful not to hurt you, unlike your husband who always loves to tie it hard enough so it will leave angry marks on your skin for him to marvel in the morning. Once you’ve been bound together by the fabric, Armin guides your arms down to rest on your stomach, his hands sliding up your body until he has his fingers trapping your chin, kissing you upside down just like Eren did to you a minute ago.

Armin kisses like you’re made of glass, afraid to shatter your beauty if he presses his lips just a little bit too hard. You breathe softly through your nose, enjoying the simplicity before you feel his tongue shyly peeking out, gliding across the seam of your lips just to get a sliver of your taste. You can feel your heart racing despite how lightly his lips dance with yours. Time seems to slow down, and it feels more like a dream than ever, until—

“Armin.”

The boy stiffens, breaking off the kiss at the sound of your husband’s voice rumbling through the air. He raises his face, a muscle in his jaw twitches as he sees Eren’s green eyes turn dark and piercing. Both males are jealous of one another. Armin wants you for himself, while Eren, despite giving him his permission, grows even more resentful in sharing you with another man. The tension between the two is enough to smother you but fortunately, you’re too distraught by your own thoughts to notice.

What are they planning to do to me?

You take a deep breath, trying to unwind your muscles as best as you can as you wait. You can hear footsteps again, Eren and Armin circling your body before they stop. There’s a silence where you can hear nothing but your thundering heartbeats in your ears. There’s a sound of belts being pulled away from their loops, zippers being tugged down. None of the men make a sound. When two pairs of lips begin their journeys from your ankles to your thighs, you realize one thing.

It’s a guessing game.

Eren doesn’t have to tell you the rules for you to know how to play, or maybe this isn’t a game at all. Maybe he just wants to fuck with your mind, injecting more thrill into your veins at the thought of being embraced by two males without knowing who’s doing what to you. But if this is a game, then you know how to win. You’ve been married to your husband for five years. You know how rough he is–you love how rough he is–how sinful and obscene his touches are, how he clamps his mouth against your own or your clit—you’ve memorized everything. Plus, Eren and Armin are two different species. While Eren is the fire that burns you with his passion, Armin is the salve that soothes you down. The devil and the angel are not the same. It’s easy to differentiate the two, even if you can see or hear a thing.

The two males have their heads settled between your legs, fighting for space and a chance to please you. Each man is pinning one of your thighs on the piano, wanting to spread you apart as much as possible so they can taste how sweet you are. You can tell almost immediately that it’s your husband who is now latching his mouth on your clit, sucking hard enough until your hips buck forward. The other man—Armin—takes his time kissing the sensitive skin on the inner part of your thigh, his hand stroking and kneading soothingly.

“Ah, Eren—” You squirm, hands going down to his head, tugging on his bun.

Your husband giggles, his voice dulled by your sensitive parts. “How can you tell it’s me?”

You always do that, doing as you please, overstimulating me. But you don’t voice your thoughts out loud. No, you can’t, as you feel Armin joining in, their tongues dart out eagerly to lap at your wetness at the same time. You're being pulled to the edge of the piano to make it easier for them to share space. “Oh—” Your whole world shakes. The mental image of two pairs of emeralds and sapphires looking up at you with their desire blazing inside, hungry and lustful, occupies every part of your mind. It’s too much. The sensation is too much.

“Relax, Princess,” Armin says, circling his tongue around your nub as your husband lowers himself enough to plunge his slick muscle into your hole.

“Please, I’m—” You whine, your nails digging into your palms, “I’m about to cum—“

“Again?” Eren jeers as his sinful smirk resurfaces. “Well, then, allow me.” Pushing Armin to the side, he pushes two of his fingers inside his mouth, making them wet before he drives them inside you at the same time. “You know what to do, baby,” he coos.

He wants you to squirt just like before and with the way he works his fingers, thrusting them in and out of you in a come-hither motion, he’s leaving you with no other choice. As embarrassing as it is, you find your body doing exactly what he wants, cumming hard with a silent cry until the trickle of your juices drenches his hand all the way to his wrist. Eren retracts his fingers, licking each digit clean while his eyes traverse down your body. “That’s fucking hot,” he says, while Armin dives down to lick your pussy’s lips clean from every bit of your cum.

“You taste amazing, Princess,” the smaller male breathes out in bliss, kissing your clit and slowly eating you out to soothe you down from your crashing orgasm.

You’re all spent, eyes turning vacant as they’re transfixed on the ceiling but they don’t stop. One of them walks away to the other side of the piano, stopping once they stand on the other side of your head. He hovers above your face, refraining himself from leaning in for another inverted kiss, afraid that the sweet taste of his mouth would reveal his identity too soon. Instead, he frames your face, angling your head to the side so he can latch his mouth against the side of your neck. He uses his teeth almost instantly, suckling hard on your skin, marking angry bruises for everyone to see.

“Ere—”

He clasps his palm against your mouth before you can finish pronouncing his name, knowing that the game would be over once you guess it correctly. He then slides two of his fingers inside, forcing you to part your lips wide so he can see the shape of your tongue as he presses his digits flat against your slick muscle. Eren thrusts his fingers inside and you know what he wants you to do. You suck on them, in the most obscene way possible as if you were treating them as something else. Your husband always loves to do this. Loves enjoying the look on your face when you hollow your cheeks around his fingers, giving him a vivid image of how pretty your lips are going to look when you wrap them around his cock later on.

You flinch when you feel the other man leaning half of his body forward over the piano, peppering soothing kisses on the inner part of your thighs just in the way Armin did a few moments ago. His soft lips, the way he’s still a bit awkward and shy as he tries to please you, send goosebumps breaking all over your skin. Armin can’t seem to get enough of your taste. Knowing that this could be his only chance at having you in such a position, he places his mouth on your center again, kissing you down there so languidly as if he had eternity to please you. He hugs you close by your thighs, his nose pressing against your pelvis. You can’t hear his soft groan but you can feel its vibration directly on your clit.

You moan between sharp gasps when the man—Eren—who’s standing over your head starts to clamp his hot mouth around your breast, rolling your nipple between his teeth before he sucks hard. He grabs a hold of your mound, squeezing it hard enough to make you squirm then he flicks his tongue around the bud. The material of his shirt grazes your face when he pulls back, pushing down his pants to break himself free. You’re being tugged forward, your head falling over the edge of the piano with the head of his cock pressing against your lips.

Your husband doesn’t do anything. He wants you to do all the work. With your hands tied, you reach up and circle your fingers around his cock, kissing the head and tasting the salt of his pre-cum. He’s hard, throbbing and twitching in your hands at the slightest touch. Exhaling sharply, you take his tip into your mouth, and Eren, without warning, shoves everything inside at once.

You choke, groaning around his dick as he lands both palms on the piano to balance himself, trapping your body between them as he rocks his hips forward, his testicles bumping against your nose with every movement. Your throat constricts around his length and he can see how far he goes from where he is looming tall above you.

Armin’s patience is starting to run thin as well. He starts using both hands, stuffing three of his fingers inside you while his other one abuses your clit with his thumb. He pumps you hard and fast, perfectly imitating the way Eren did to you a few minutes ago. You mewl, moaning around Eren’s cock, your legs sliding down until they fall onto the keys. The sound of broken notes fills the air, startling you enough that you pull your mouth away from his cock, coughing and gasping frantically as you try to refill the air in your lungs.

Armin suddenly grabs you by the back of your knees, yanking you down until you’re close enough for him to seize you by the waist. He hoists you away from the piano, forcing you to return to your feet and turning your body around. Your vision is pitch black, your hands still bound together, reaching out blindly for support until you find yourself balancing your weight on the keys. Armin lowers his trousers to his mid-thighs, his cock springing free out of his briefs. Spitting onto his palm, he lathers himself quickly with his saliva before he nudges his tip against your entrance.

Despite his nervous, awkward demeanor, Armin is not taking it slow, propelling inside you with one hard thrust until your entire body is pushed forward, a strangled cry stuck in your throat. He’s being uncharacteristically aggressive, stretching you out almost in the same way as your husband does. He bends himself down, wrapping his hand around the front of your throat and pulling you up until your back is plastered against his chest.

The butterflies inside you flutter their wings, a sob of pleasure threatening to break free. “Armin—”

“Wrong.”

Your heart plummets to your stomach, the fingers he has around your neck threaten to crush your windpipes. “You’re breaking my heart, baby girl,” Eren chuckles right next to your ear. “How could you forget your husband filling you up like this? I thought I’d fucked you hard enough for you to remember the shape of my cock.”

It’s Eren? Your heart palpitates fast, panic rising to the surface. The one who was inside my mouth before was Armin?!

“You seem surprised,” your husband laughs mockingly, ramming his hips against yours over and over again with his nails digging painfully into the flesh of your waist. “You thought I was him, didn’t you? I treated you gently and you started thinking about another man. Can’t say I’m not hurt.”

“Ah—Ren—” You’re breathing fast, your cheek pressed against the closed lid as Eren pinned you down to the piano by your nape. Your stomach is bumping against the keys with each thrust, both of you making music of your own, accompanied by the sound of his pelvis slapping against your behind.

Armin watches you from the other side of the piano with his cock pulsating hard in his hand, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tries not to make noise. It feels terrible, humiliating even, to pleasure himself as he watches you being taken hard by your husband but he can’t restrain himself. At the sound of your name escaping his lips in a breathy, longing moan, Eren’s eyes dart to his face, the corner of his mouth twitching into an impish smirk at the sight of another man masturbating to his wife being fucked. “There’s room for one more if you want to join, Arlert,” he arrogantly says, “That is if you can’t stop yourself from cumming within seconds.”

The thought of you being watched by your best friend caused warmth to pool in your belly. Taking off your blindfold with one hand, Eren grabs a fistful of your hair, hauling you up until he can hug you close as he stands. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his long fingers framing your face. He forces you to look at the man who’s fisting his dick in one hand, while his other one grips tightly against the edge of the piano. He’s giving himself a string of pumps that matches the way Eren is driving himself inside you.

“Princess…” He sighs in yearning when your eyes meet, absolutely wrecked from how much effect you have on him, turning a shade redder than he already does. “Princess… You’re beautiful…”

“Yeah,” Eren sneers, whispering in your ear, “My beautiful, beautiful slut.”

He penetrates you with aching shallowness between your legs, teasing you, moving with a rhythm like an inevitable sea tide. You squeeze around him, keening as your body starts to crave more. He knows how to play your body like an instrument, how to make your mouth sing his favorite song in the form of pleading for his mercy, followed by his name.

“Fuck, taking my fucking dick so good,” your husband hisses, drowning in rapture.

“Ren, please…” You glue your thighs together, clenching your walls around him.

“What, honey, do you want more?” Eren questions melodiously, even when he knows you want him to lose control. “Want me to give it to you harder? Or do you want Armin too? Maybe find out if he can fuck you as good as I can.”

He must have been fucking you so good that your brain turns all mushy because right now, you want to turn his teasing words into reality. You’re not sure how you’re able to find the bravery within you to answer but your lips form the words before your mind can finish your thought. “Yes,” you whimper, and Armin almost moans at the sound. “Yes, please, I want him too—”

Eren stops. For a moment, the smirk falters from his face, before— “Is that so?”

Your husband’s thrust turns forceful within an instant, pouring all his rage and jealousy in every plunge of his cock inside you. Your jaw turns slack, mouth wide open in a silent scream with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He’s fucking you to prove a point, one hand rubbing furiously against your clit, slapping and abusing it until you cry out.

Eren keeps his gaze on Armin, his viridian eyes glowing menacingly as he growls out the words, “You think he can fuck you like I do?” He pulls himself out without giving you a chance to answer. Before you can groan at the loss of the delicious frictions he gave you, your husband whirls you around until you’re face-to-face.

“He can’t,” Eren says, squeezing your face with one hand. “No one can fuck you like I do. This fucking cunt won’t be satisfied until I fill you up.” He emphasizes by slapping a hand over your heat, making you jump and whine at the pain before your whole body shakes at the way he’s pumping his fingers into you again. “I’m the only one who can please you this way, Sweetheart. You got that?”

“Yes,” you reply in a faint cry, getting lightheaded as if he’s blocking oxygen to your head.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.” He retracts his fingers, shoving them inside your mouth so you can taste yourself as he nudges his head, telling Armin to come close. “Let’s move to the couch. I want to fuck her mouth.”

Eren sweeps off your feet, carrying you in his arms before he forces you to go on all fours on the couch. He tells Armin, whose shirt is sliding off his shoulders and his pants hanging low on his hips, to get into position as your husband moves to stand on his knees before you. Eren’s abs muscles grow taut when you have one hand around his cock, his torso is still half-covered by his shirt and his vest. “Show me how much you love me, baby,” your husband purrs as he unfastens the tie around your wrists.

Obediently, you curl your fingers around his shaft and start your ministrations by giving him lazy strokes. Eren threads his fingers through your hair, pushing back your bangs as he thrusts himself into your mouth. “Pretty girl,” he praises, watching you flick your tongue over his tip. “I love you so much. Can’t go on a day without you. Need you so fucking bad.” He hypnotizes you with his words, your insides melting as they resonate through your brain.

Armin, settling himself on your other end, bends down to spit onto your cunt, spreading his saliva all over your lips with two of his fingers before he does the same to his cock. He prods his tip along your folds, breathing hard in anticipation with his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. You both groan at the sensation of his head passing your entrances just slightly the second you push your hips back. Fuck me, Armin can hear the unspoken words and he’s ready to oblige.

“Princess…” He paints soothing kisses along your spine, one hand splayed against your stomach. “I’m putting it in.”

Unlike Eren, Armin moves slow, taking his time and waiting for you to adjust until he’s fully sheathed inside. Though he’s an inch shorter than Eren’s, he’s wider in girth, rubbing against your walls and stretching you out in a way that has you whimpering around your husband’s cock.

You can hear Armin taking a sharp breath, and a low, “Fuck…” It’s the first he ever let expletives depart from his pretty mouth, his silvery voice turning guttural.

“Tight, isn’t she?” Eren asks him, pride sitting thick on his voice.

“Y-yeah…” Armin rocks his hips once, feeling your walls tighten even more at the friction. “And so… hot inside too…”

You slide Eren’s cock out of your mouth, taking a breath and a moment to relish in the sensation of having another man fucking you in front of your husband but Eren’s not having it. He slaps his dick against the side of your face. “Who told you to stop?” He says. “Pretty little whore wants to be filled in two holes at once, doesn’t she? Come on, baby.” You take him back—no, he shoves himself inside your mouth, making you gag around his length. He buries himself to the hilt right at the same time Armin does the same. Tears start to prickle at the corner of your eyes.

“Ah, Angel,” Armin breathes out as he picks up his pace, giving you shallow, pointed thrusts that hit your spot just right. “Wish I could see your face… Wish I could see how pretty you look as you take me in…” He closes the spaces between his chest and your back, kissing you softly on the nape. “You feel like heaven to me.”

An idea submerges in Eren’s mind. Telling Armin to pull out, Eren flips you over to your back, his cock hovering above your face as you take him in one hand. “There you go, Arlert,” your husband says. “Now you can fuck my wife as you watch me fuck her mouth.”

Armin, now seeing you spread your legs for him, your pussy dripping and waiting for him to fill it up again, is on the verge of turning absolutely feral. The juvenile, innocent side of him has disappeared, replaced by a man with his blood boiling with desire. He pushes your legs forward, his hands gripping tight at the back of your thighs as he pushes back in, his cock standing hard enough that he can slide in without using his hands. He folds your body in half, knocking you forward and robbing a moan from the back of your throat. Gasping in surprise, you throw your face to the side, your filthy moans are spoken against the side of Eren’s cock. You try your best to bring him back into your mouth, not wanting to upset him as you can see his rage flaring in his eyes.

“So good,” Armin grunts, his hips swaying obscenely. His shirt slides off his shoulders, stopping to pool around his elbows. “You’re perfect, so perfect, Princess, I love you—ah—”

At his confession, your walls flutter around him and you release Eren from your mouth, shifting your gaze down to see Armin watching you with sentiment in his eyes, your stomach flipping in delight at the sight. It’s true that he can’t fuck you as good as your husband can, but at the moment Armin exudes more feelings, pulling more emotions out of you. It pleases you just the same in such a different way.

Eren, unsettled by the chemistry between you, clamps one hand around Armin’s throat and yanks him forward until their lips collide above you. Eren kisses him forcefully, tongue thrusting inside, sloppily moving together inside Armin’s mouth until he has his drool dripping down his chin. The shorter male’s thrusts begin to stutter as Eren breaks his concentration, mewling helplessly against his mouth. Armin had never been kissed this hard, never felt like his oxygen was stolen right from his lungs. When Eren breaks away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, he tightens his fingers around Armin’s throat, making him wince from the pain.

“You get to fuck my wife,” Eren growls. “But you don’t get to have her heart. It belongs to me. She belongs to me. Know your fucking place, Arlert.”

“Eren—” he chokes, one hand curling around Eren’s wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip.

The brunette kisses him again, hard enough to turn Armin’s lips all swollen before he tells him, “Lie down.”

Armin, receiving a hard shove on his chest, falls on the couch, his limbs all tangled with yours as he’s pressed flat on his back. Eren lifts your body, grabbing you harshly by your hair as he forces you to lie down on top of Armin, your face hovering above his. Armin gulps at the sudden proximity between you, shaky sky blue eyes peering into yours. You look breathtaking with your lips all bruised and your lipstick smeared to your cheeks, your chin wet with saliva, and Eren’s pre-cum. You’re so beautiful and dirty at the same time, reek of purity and sensuality.

“Sit on his cock, baby,” Eren says, and with wobbly legs, you position yourself on Armin’s length, sinking agonizingly slowly onto his dick until he’s buried deep, your clit grazing the trimmed hairs on his pelvis.

“Ah—mmm, Princess…” Armin turns into a moaning mess, his cock pulsating hard inside you. Your body is weak but you still find the strength to smile when he gently strokes your face. “Feels good?” He questions which you reciprocate with a feeble nod, your eyes shifting to his lips and Armin gets the message. You meet each other halfway, lips molding, slow dancing with one another. For a moment, serenity hugs you both, moaning softly against each other’s mouth with him whispering praises between kisses, “Sweet… You taste so sweet… I can kiss you for eternity and it won’t be enough…”

You’re about to move your hips when Eren stands on his knees behind you, each hand on your ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Your body jolts, almost accidentally biting on Armin’s tongue when you feel Eren spitting harshly onto your hole. Shock runs like electricity through your veins. “Wait—Eren—”

“Relax, baby,” he says, closing his eyes as pushes his face forward, his tongue circling the rim of your hole, giving you the sensation you’ve never felt before in your life.

“Oh—God—” You cry out, both thrilled and a bit terrified from how strange it feels.

Armin, aroused by your expression, slightly bucks his hips upward, thrusting into you. “Princess…” he whispers, “Pay attention to me too…”

At the feeling of Eren’s tongue probing against your hole, Armin’s hot, throbbing length rubbing against your walls, you can barely think about anything but you try your best to comply. You lean down to kiss him again, your eyebrows furrowed as you feel Armin driving himself a little further inside you. You both muffle each other’s moans, soft lips hugging another pair in a way that can only be described as romantic.

Eren glides one finger inside you, doing as gently as he can to not hurt you. Your body turns rigid in discomfort and your husband calms you down by placing open-mouthed kisses on the skin that covers your tailbone. “Honey, relax,” he says, losing the venom that once coated his tongue. “I won’t hurt you. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“We’ll make you feel good,” Armin corrects, casting a smile too innocent to be thrown in this situation as he pushes a lock of your hair behind your ear. “We love you, Princess. All we’re trying to do is to please you.”

“That’s right,” Eren chuckles, dipping his tongue inside your heat this time before he licks a stripe up and returns to your rear. “So be a good girl and relax for daddy, okay?”

You draw a deep breath. “Okay…”

Armin props one elbow on the couch, raising his body slightly so he can whisper in your ear, “Just focus on me, Princess. Focus on the way I’m sliding inside you. Can you feel it? Can you feel where we’re connected?”

You shakily nod, feeling his smile pressing against the contour of your jawline.

Now that you’re loose enough to take one finger inside, Eren spits onto his hand again before he brings another one of his digits, scissoring you wide open. Every time you flinch, your husband would reward you with another tender kiss on your skin. “I won’t rush,” Eren assures you. “I’ll wait as long as you need until you’re ready.”

The sudden change of his attitude works perfectly on calming your nerves, and once your body relaxes, Eren pushes his third fingers inside. “I think you can take me now, baby,” he says, rising tall on his knees. “I’ll take it slow, okay?”

Armin holds you close, shrouding you with his arms. “It’s okay, Princess, I’m here.” He kisses your ear, murmuring, “Just focus on me…”

Eren pushes his length into your rear as slowly as he can, muttering a gravelly, “Fuck, you’re even tighter this way,” under his breath.

“Ah,” you whimper, fingers clenching into fists. “R-Ren, I can’t… It’s too much…”

“You can, baby,” Eren replies in a guttural moan, leaning forward to mouth his words against your nape. “Just a little bit more–ah, Christ–”

“Ren–”

“I know,” he swallows his breath. “I swear I’ll make you feel so good after this, baby.”

The friction burns to the point that you almost feel like giving up but Eren is trying his best to be gentle. Armin kisses you to swallow your groan, distracting you from the pain. It takes another few seconds before Eren is fully enveloped by your warmth, just like Armin is and he chuckles, rewarding you by showering kisses down your back. “You’re doing so well, pretty girl. I’m so proud of you.”

Having two men inside you at the same time is something you wouldn’t even have the bravery to imagine and yet here you are.

“I’ll start to move, okay?” Eren says after giving you a moment to catch your breath, and you spin your head to the side to slant your lips together with him.

“Okay…” you breathe out. Your husband rewards you with a smile and one last kiss on your bare shoulder before he straightens his back, places his hands on each side of your hips, and begins to move.

“Ah—fuck—” You can feel tears stinging your eyes, from pain or pleasure, you’re not sure, probably both. With every drive of Eren’s hips, you’re sinking lower onto Armin’s cock, the three of you grinding against one another. It’s awkward for the first few seconds, each of you trying to match your rhythm but once you find it, waves of pleasure start to come crashing in.

“How do you feel?” Eren asks, uncharacteristically solemn as he's worried of your well-being. “Does it hurt?”

“N-no.”

“Does it feel good?” Armin chimes in, peering into your eyes.

“Yes,” you exhale in bliss. “I feel so… full.”

Eren smiles, exhaling in relief. “Well then, how about we take it up a notch?” He adds more force into his thrust, sending you toppling down with your head landing on Armin’s chest. Armin can feel it too, the snap of his hips and the way your walls are hugging him tightly. Eren is in control, leaving both of you under his mercy.

"How is it, baby?" Your husband speaks between his labored breathing. "Feels good?"

"Yes," you answer breathlessly, clawing against Armin's chest as you feel like you're trapped between heaven and earth. Armin's thick hardness opens you up while Eren's penetrates deep inside your body.

“Wanna fuck you harder,” your husband says once he feels your muscles unwinding, your tight hole finally adjusting to his size. “Wanna fuck you so hard until I cum, baby, can I?”

“Me too.” Armin takes one of your breasts in his hand, tongue circling your nipple. “I want it, Princess.” He mouths against your skin. “Want to feel you clench harder around me.”

You bite the corner of your lip, nodding your head as your heart rate escalates fast. “Ah—mmm, yeah.”

With your permission, both men hastily pick up the pace, robbing a scream from the back of your throat when Armin lifts his hips at the same time Eren pushes forward. You feel like floating. It’s insane how your body can still handle this instead of breaking apart. Eren penetrates deep but Armin grazes the spot that makes your vision turn white. Gasping in surprise, you blurt out his name. “Ah, Armin—”

Eren’s hand slithers from behind, clasping firmly against your mouth. “I’ve told you,” he snarls, “You either scream my name or nothing at all. Don’t piss me off, baby.”

Eren never hurts you, he would rather die than lay a finger on you but at that time, anger radiates off of him in a way that sends fear crawling on your skin. You nod your head, eyes wide open in shock, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Now what do you say?”

“I want you, Ren.”

“Want me to do what?”

“Want you to fuck–ah–want you to fuck me–”

“Scream for me, baby.” Eren turns to hard, pitiless thrusts, grabbing one of your hands and pinning it against your back. He snaps his hips, once, twice, emphasizing his next words. “Scream. my. fucking. name.”

He’s forcing it out of you, making you cry out his name in such a pathetic way, you turn the other man jealous. Armin, now wanting nothing more but to get your attention and reach his high, starts to abandon his effort in being docile. “I want you to look at me,” he begs, rutting his hips harder against yours. “Princess, I want you to look at me as I cum—”

“Cum inside her and I’ll kill you,” Eren growls, his nails digging painfully into your hips.

“But—ah!” Armin throws his head back, feeling like he’s already on his limit. “I can’t—I can’t hold it—”

Eren breaks away, wrapping an arm around your stomach and yanking you close to his chest until Armin has no choice but to slide out of you. “On your knees,” Eren orders him. “You can cum in her mouth.”

It wouldn’t feel as delightful nor as satisfying compared to shooting his seeds inside your walls, but Armin, knowing his position, takes what he can get. You return to your hands and knees as Armin stands before you, the tip of his cock, coated with your slick, hanging a few centimeters away from you.

Eren pushes himself inside your pussy this time, sending your body forward right at the same time you’re taking Armin into your mouth. He fucks you fast, knowing that he doesn’t have to be gentle this way. Armin winces at the vibration your mouth gives him, his hips slowly moving on their own. He lands one hand on your hair, stroking your strands first and tugging at the roots when you moan harder around him at the feeling of Eren pulling out only to slide his dick inside your ass. “Goddamn, I love this, baby,” Eren rasps, giving one thrust inside your hole, and another one in your cunt next. “Both your ass and your pussy feel so good. So fucking tight. All for me.”

Your face is burning, your heart soaring high, and you’ve been standing on the edge for so long, your body can’t keep up with this any longer. Stroking Armin’s cock in one hand, you plead, “Fuck, Ren, don’t play around—I—I need to cum.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, still constantly changing from one hole to another. “You want it, baby? Tell Armin who’s making you feel good right now.”

You chew on your lip, your hazy eyes drifting up to meet his azure ones. Armin’s face is set in resigned sad lines, his heart breaks in his eyes when you say, “Y-you, Ren…”

Sensing the hesitation in your voice, Eren fills the dip of your spine with his chest, his hand sneaking to your throat before his fingers frame your jaw, forcing you to whirl your head around to face him as he hovers right above your shoulder. “I can’t hear you,” he says, “Who fucks you the best?”

You put more pressure on your words. “You, Eren.”

Eren fixates his gaze on Armin’s face, smirking both contemptuously and arrogantly. “Louder, Sweetheart.”

“You, Eren!”

He simpers in satisfaction, releasing his hold from you. Keeping his eyes on the other male’s face, he croons, “Well, I guess I have to live up to my name then.”

Eren moves back and forth, burying himself so deep in your cunt that you can feel his tip kissing your cervix. He’s urging you on to your ecstasy, giving you a glimpse of what heaven feels like, by brushing his fingers over your sensitive clit and then presses, over and over again, teasing and taking as he claims your everything.

Armin flinches when your grip around him gets a little too tight, your orgasm approaching fast that you forget to pay attention to the man kneeling before you. “Fuck my mouth,” you tell him, as you have no strength to spoil him any longer. With your hands balancing yourself on the couch, you relax your jaw and let him push in as much as he wants into your mouth.

A sudden snap of Eren’s hips makes you moan louder and Armin gasps, the muscles in his abs tautening as he’s drawing closer to his climax. “Ah, Princess—I’m gonna cum—“

“What about you, baby girl?” Eren’s breathing turns labored. “Gonna cum too? Gonna cum hard on my cock while he cums in your mouth?” He lands his palm on your head, shoving you harder onto Armin’s cock. “Do it then, you filthy whore.”

Armin moans loudly, his blush spreading to his ears. “G-God,” he nearly whimpers as he hits the back of your throat. “Princess–”

Within seconds, the waves of pleasure inside you crest higher and at last, your orgasm crashes over you, stealing your breath and sending the roar and rush of blood ringing in your ears. You have no choice but to pull away from Armin and thankfully, he lets you even when he was so close to achieving his ecstasy.

“Ah, I can feel it,” Eren chuckles, his hips moving erratically as he’s nearing his brink. “Squeezing around me like that. Five years into our marriage and you still have the best fucking cunt in the world, baby.” He keeps moving his hips, overstimulating you until you let out a spurt, drenching the leather material of the couch with your juices.

“Wait, Ren—” You sob out, your thighs trembling. “I’m still—”

“I know, baby, just give me a few seconds more,” Eren says, panting hard, losing his rhythm. This aural evidence of his impending orgasm triggers another for you—smaller, but no less intense. “Gonna fucking cum—I’m gonna—ah, fuck—” You can feel it exactly the moment he hits his orgasm, giving a forceful thrust one last time before he slows down, a drawled-out moan fleeting from his lips. He still rocks his hips, fucking his seeds back into your hole, his head thrown back as he relishes in the sensation.

Dazed and wrecked, you watch Armin going down to his knees before you, one hand stroking his shaft while his other one finds your face, pulling you into a kiss. He lays his temple against yours as he closes his eyes, nibbling on his lower lip as he pumps himself faster. Seeing how rough Eren fucked you earlier sends his blood pumping and Armin needs his release. “Princess… Touch me, please…”

Eren, hearing his words, untangles his fingers from your hair. He pushes you down by the nape until your closed lips are pressed against the head of Armin’s cock, his pre-cum staining your mouth. “Take care of him, baby,” your husband says and in your haze, you separate your mouth, taking him in as much as you can. Armin groans, your mouth feels scorching hot and wet compared to his cold hands.

“Mmh—” you moan around him, giving Armin the final touch that he needs to send himself to cloud nine. Armin ejaculates inside your mouth with his lips producing a small sob. His hand lands on your shoulder, conflicted between pushing you away so he won’t stain you with his essence more than he already does, or keeping you still so you can swallow everything down your throat. None of you are given any chance, however, as your husband says, “Keep it in your mouth.”

Eren pulls you up, your back flush against his chest as his face hovers above you, staring at you upside down. “Open up,” he commands and you do, parting your lips to let him take a glimpse of Armin’s thick, white semen pooling inside your mouth. Eren smirks. “He came a lot, didn’t he?” Before you’re given a chance to respond, your husband spits into your mouth, his hand pressing against the underside of your jaw. “Now, swallow.”

Armin watches the scene with his jaw hanging slack, unable to believe that this is the reality he’s seeing. He watches you share another inverted kiss with your husband, with Eren moaning against your mouth as he tastes the rest of Armin’s cum on your tongue.

Resting your body on his chest, Eren invites him over. Just like the two of you, Armin rises back on his knees, kissing you before Eren kisses him. The three-way kiss lasts forever and ends too soon when—

“Baby. Baby, wake up.”

You blink your eyes open, your soul transported back into the living room of the suburban house you’ve been sharing with your husband for five years. Thick fog still clouds your mind, your eyes unfocused until you find a pair of emeralds boring into your own with concern. “Hey, you okay?” Eren asks, dressed in his Nirvana shirt and his favorite jeans.

“Yeah, umm…” Now that you realized you just had the dirtiest dream, you’re not sure how to meet his gaze. You’re trying to remember what you were doing before you waned into your dreamland. It takes you a few seconds before you recall the part where you’re trying to finish reading a chapter of Alice LaPlante’s The Making of a Story: A Norton Guide to Creative Writing when your body, drained from doing chores all day, betrays you. Sitting up straight on the couch, you feel your book sliding off your lap, catching it before it meets the floor. “I must have fallen asleep while reading. Are the kids asleep?”

“Yeah. Took me a while. Had to read Rapunzel ten times in a row ‘cause Irene kept wanting to see Flynn.” Eren rolls his eyes. “He looks so much like Jean, I’m livid. I’m burning that book tomorrow.”

You laugh, albeit a little bit tense. Taking a seat beside you, your husband questions, “Are you okay? You look like you were having a nightmare. You must have been so tired to doze off like that.”

“Umm…” You look away, your cheeks sizzle. “Yeah. A bit, I guess.”

Eren raises an eyebrow, inching his face closer to yours to scrutinize your expression better. “Why are you embarrassed?”

“I’m—I’m not, I’m just—” You clear your throat, face aflame. “A-anyway, what do you think we should have for—”

“Were you having a sex dream?”

“—breakfast tomorrow—What?!” You exclaim, a little bit too loudly than necessary. “No! Why would I–No!”

Eren catches your pathetic attempt at lying, the corner of his mouth twitching into an impish smirk. “Was it about me?”

“I wasn’t having a sex dream," you insist, adding a glower to make your words believable. "I wasn’t having a dream at all—it was like, uh, a dreamless nap.”

“Sureeee.” He wiggles his eyebrow. “Was I any good?”

“For the last time, I wasn’t—” Your protest ends in a shriek when your husband hoists you up without warning and throws you over his shoulder, one arm hooked around the back of your thighs to keep you from slipping. “Eren, put me down—what are you doing?!”

Completely ignoring you, he takes you to your bedroom, your body bouncing once on the bed before he pins you down against the sheets. He kisses your lips, his eager ones parting yours before he breaks it off and stands on his knees. “Eren, what are you—”

Shucking off his shirt and tossing it without a care to the floor, your husband casts you a seductive smirk. “Since you’re so unwilling to tell me the truth,” he answers, working on his belt. “I’m gonna have to torture my wife for information.”

“What information—I really didn’t dream about anything, especially not about sex.”

“Well, in that case…” Sliding his hand up your leg, his crooked teeth show behind a puckish grin. “I’m gonna have to fuck you real good so you’ll dream one about me.” He leans close to your ear, gently nibbling at your shell. “Would you like that, Sweetheart?”

Honestly?

Yes.

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[dangermousie]

All the interesting cdramas rumored to come out before the end of the year

I have seen all these rumored. This being c-ent, they can all air or none, but I hope at least some of them make it.

Back from the Brink - rumored for Q4 for this year. I loved every adaptation of this author’s novels and the plot sounds amazing. Plus, very fond of Zhou Ye, so pls.

Chong Zi - Journey of Flower for the new decade. Jeremy Tsui is hot, I adore Yang Chaoye however unpopular that opinion is, and the angsty shizunfucker set up is up my alley. It’s got its license but most of the rumors I’ve seen say early next year so probably not this year alas.

Da Ming Under the Microscope - got its license, rumored for 2022, all hail the one interesting non-romance costume drama on this list!

Divine Destiny - Angelababy plays a stone. Yes, yes, I can make the same jokes. The trailer is kinda cheesy and cheap-looking but I have an unaccountable fondness for both Baby and her leading man Ma Tianyu, who should be more popular than he is, so here is hoping.

Forbidden Love - all sorts of rumors are saying beginning of November, they got their license and have been releasing some promos, so I think this has a decent chance. It would also make sense to release it ASAP to take advantage of Dylan’s newfound red hot status but I am not a studio boss so what do I know?

Legend of Anle - got its license, released a trailer and is rumored for end of year. I’d say decent chance, but then some dramas have that same trifecta of things and we are still waiting for them so...but please?

The Longest Promise - bwahahaha Xiao Zhan dramas always take an eternity to air. It was rumored to be a summer drama and now we are in October and it still doesn’t have a license. I wouldn’t hold my breath. Also, I am amused how it and Chong Zi are both story AND poster twins.

Love When the Stars Fall - I still remember when it was listed as one of the summer dramas so I am vvvvvv. skeptical especially if rumors of them wanting a TV license is true. Trailer is so so but I am very fond of Chen Xing Xu who deserves better dramas.

New Life Begins - got its license, released a trailer blah blah has all the hallmarks of being released soon, too bad I hated the trailer so. Also, what is the chicken fixation?

Romance of a Twin Flower - I’ve seen that rumor and I wish I hadn’t because everything I’ve seen of this drama makes it a pastel abomination turning my favorite non-danmei - smart and dark and very much adult - web novel into a cheap, dumb piece of trash. I am much more interested in the other DYX drama - Love You Seven Times - but no rumors for that.

Song of the Moon - I still remember when it was rumored for January 2022. Now it’s being rumored again, though this time it definitely has a license. We shall see.

Till the End of the Moon - just got its license, rumored for December. PLEASEEEEEE! It’s my most anticipated on this list.

Warm on a Cold Night - that poster and the plot both give me hives and LYT alternates between awesome dramas and terrible ones - but here is hoping. It just got its license.

ETA: I take it back about that poster. After pulling a poster after poster of identical couple poses, this looks downright refreshing.

BONUS AKA DRAMAS I AM NOT INTERESTED IN

She and Her Perfect Husband and Lighter and Princess are both rumored for October 28. The former looks like brain dead fluff and the latter the same with added bonus of leading lady still only possessing one emotion on her face - like smelling something rotten - same as in Fall in Love.

I’ve also seen rumors of Bright Future, but much as I like Hu Ge, I don’t do communist propaganda, having imbibed enough of it during my childhood to last a lifetime.

[random-meme-bot]

First thing, Song is "Don't Forget" from Deltarune, I was listening to the OST of Chapter 1 and this just hit me like "It fits so well with this scene I'm thinking about I need to make this into a drawing".

Secondly, yes, one of the posters is from Ghost Trick, the other one is from Invader Zim, I tried to pick pieces of media I think Elly would enjoy (+ GT was one of many inspirations for the plot so it relates)

Another reference from that scene is Elly's hoodie, already told you this but it's based on Jacks' tshirt from the comic Snapdragon

But it's not just an Easter egg about a comic I really like, it's also a correlation about how Elly became roommates with a ghost because neither of them wanted to leave

Another "Easter Egg" is that Elly's mother in the photo is wearing a less beat up version of the jacket Elly wears now.

There are a few other"easter eggs" left, but those relate to... things that will make sense much later...

Another notes about the drawing:

•Ghost Elly design, I wanted her to be more exaggerated design of what her ghost version actually looks like

The light purple points are supposed to be the representation of her hair, which is why it spikes when she gets startled or angry, that's why ghost Elly's hair is so massive it covers her entire length, also converted Elly's jacket into the natural evolution, a trench coat that turns into the spikes Ghost Elly has, she also has no body, her head and hands just float.

•The transitions are something I really wanted to get right, make it look more or less how I imagined it, so I'm really glad you liked them.

•The lyrics are the entire reason I even started to make the animation so I made 100% sure to make the art relate to it as much as I could (Which actually means I had to rethink the scenes a few times and actually redo some of them)

•The Trucy scenes came out great thanks for the help 💜💜, they were really fun to draw, I need to draw her more often.

•The transition for the family memories is one of my favorite things‚ knew exactly that I had to make that for "And the places that you knew, seem like fantasy" from the start, I'm so glad I was able to find a web to create the glitching effect.

And, I think that's more or less about all that I wanted to mention about the process and easter eggs.

Thank you so much for your kind words, and even more for your patience and help, it actually feels kinda wild that it's done and I can see it in motion with sound.💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🩵💚🧡

🎃HAPPY (very late) HALLOWEEN🎃

I wanted to have this done by Halloween 2023, but at last it wasn't posible.

Here it is:

HEXES ON THE SHELVES: DON'T FORGET ANIMATIC

If you've read the first chapter of HotS (avaliable on AO3) you might recognice this scene as an adaptation of the scene that happens after Elly steals Dan's lighter, (and I'm sorry if it get's a bit hard to follow there at the end without having read it), I've been wanting to do this animatic ever since I thought of that scene (yes, even before writing the fic).

It's not perfect and it took way longer than I would have wanted, but I'm fairly happy with the end resoult, my biggest gripe being the lack of transitions but I wasn't able to find any free program that had it and didn't suck (maybe in the fututre I'll remaster it who knows)

Right now I'm just glad I'm done with it, I have one non HotS I made in between frames because this was burning me, expect to see that soon(ish)...

Anyways, Here are some Frames from the animation, enjoy💜

[blu-joons]

When He Finds Out That You Were A Fan Before You Started Dating ~ NCT 127 Reaction

Taeil:

He had always thought that you were messing around when you told Taeil how big a fan of the group you were, that was until your mum handed him an old photo of you that she had found.

“Now do you believe me more?”

Taeil nodded in reply to you as he studied the photo closely. “Were you one of those fans that would scream every time one of us passed you by because of close we were?”

“I wasn’t that bad,” you smiled, poking against his arm, “but I definitely got excited whenever you passed where I was stood.”

The smile on Taeil’s face grew as soon as you started speaking, “was that perhaps because I’ve always been your bias in the group? Or are you lying?”

“You know that you were always my bias,” you quickly reminded him, “but Yoonoh does look good in real life too.”

“I’m much better than Yoonoh,” Taeil joked in reply to you, “and I’m much better looking than him in real life as well.”

“Of course, you’re the best-looking member.”

Johnny:

Your head fell into your hands as your mum began to show Johnny an old video that she had of you crying after the release of one of the NCT albums, obsessed with how good they all sounded.

“Is that actually a real video?”

Your mum immediately nodded in reply to Johnny, “I had to pull over so that Y/N could compose herself before we went into the shops because she was hysterical.”

Johnny’s arm wrapped around you as you shied away, “is my singing so good that it made you cry? You’re the sweetest.”

Your hand hit against his chest, “it wasn’t just your voice that was making me emotional, it was the whole group, I was a fan of all of you back then.”

“I see,” Johnny hummed, “but these days you’re just an exclusive fan of me, I mean I am your boyfriend after all.”

“She talks about you constantly,” your mum interrupted, “if you released a song now, I reckon that Y/N would still cry.”

“Thanks for that mum, really helpful.”

Taeyong:

You quickly closed your bedroom door as soon as you went to show it to Taeyong, turning around and trying to push him away from your bedroom, suggesting that you both go elsewhere.

“Why can’t we go in there?”

Your head shook as Taeyong tried to step past you, “we just can’t. Why don’t we go to the living room instead and spend some time with my family and not alone?”

“What are you hiding?” Taeyong asked you, using his strength to be able to open the bedroom door with ease.

You hung back as Taeyong walked in and noticed that your old NCT 127 merch had been stuck up by your parents. “They’re just trying to embarrass me.”

“Is all of this yours?” Taeyong asked you with a wide smile on his face. “You never mentioned that you had a poster.”

“There’s a reason for that,” you chuckled, “I didn’t want you to know that I had any of these things, it’s not the best.”

“At least I know you’ve got good music taste.”

Yuta:

Things didn’t feel like they could get much worse as your parents embarrassed you in front of Yuta, telling as many stories as possible that could end up leaving you flustered beside him.

“Has she said she’s a fan too?”

Yuta nodded, but the excitement in your mum’s voice had him intrigued. “Y/N mentioned that she listened to my group every now and then before the two of us met.”

“Every now and then? Yuta, she used to listen to you every single day, I think she was on the verge of obsessed at one point.”

Your head shook as Yuta turned to look at you in surprise. “That was nothing like what Y/N told me, not once has she ever implied that she was obsessed with us.”

“I was never properly obsessed,” you quickly tried to defend, “I think someone might be exaggerating a little bit there.”

“I’ve got some photos to prove it,” your dad interjected, “if you want Y/N, I can show them all to Yuta if you fancy.”

“No thanks, you’ve embarrassed me enough.”

Doyoung:

Your eyes widened as you walked into your parents’ living room to see several of your old merch pieces laid out, with a large poster of Dongyoung taking centre stage in the middle of it all

“Are all of these yours Y/N?”

Your mum nodded on your behalf as you stayed quiet, stunned. “Y/N was telling us how you’re an idol so we thought you might like to see how much she loves idols.”

“Why are you doing this to me? Why couldn’t you just let me introduce you to Dongyoung and be normal parents instead?”

Dongyoung couldn’t help but smile back across at you, “you never told me that you were as big a fan of me as this, that poster is from our debut nearly.”

“Stop looking at it,” you told Dongyoung, trying your best to cover his eyes, “all of this is going in the bin now.”

“Why?” Your dad smirked beside your mum, “don’t you want to take a trip down memory lane and show Dongyoung everything?”

“I couldn’t think of anything worse.”

Jaehyun:

You scrambled around your room as soon as you heard Yoonoh’s voice after your mum opened the door. You just had a few more to pull down, rushing to get them done before he reached you.

“You know where Y/N’s room is.”

Your body shuddered as you heard your mum’s voice, reaching across to tear the last one down as the door opened up. “Wait there,” you yelled out to Yoonoh.

“Is that a photo of me?” He questioned, too quick through the door to wait as you instructed, “it looked like a photocard?”

You placed the photo behind your back as Yoonoh walked towards you, “I definitely don’t have any photocards of you, that’s what all of your fans have.”

“Then let me see the photo,” Yoonoh laughed, hearing the lies through your voice, “if it’s not a photocard, I can see.”

“No,” you chuckled, running around the room to throw the card into a box, “but it definitely wasn’t a photocard if you’re interested.”

“I’ll believe you if you want me to.”

Jungwoo:

You couldn’t press the skip button quick enough as the playlist that your mum had on in the background skipped onto the next track, panicking as soon as Fire Truck came through the speaker.

“I didn’t realise you knew my songs so well.”

Your mum’s head shook as soon as Jungwoo looked across at her in surprise. “We didn’t have much of a choice to get to know your songs because of Y/N.”

“We used to have to listen to your songs all the time in the car or when we were playing games because you were all Y/N listened too.”

You continued to panic as your parents spilled everything to Jungwoo. “You always play it down whenever I ask you how much you liked us.”

“Don’t let her innocent smile confuse you,” your mum interjected once again, “she was up there as your biggest fan.”

“Can you stop talking now?” You pleaded with the two of them, “they’re exaggerating, just ignore what they’re saying Jungwoo.”

“There’s no way that I can ignore this.”

Mark:

You watched on nervously as Mark flicked through some of your old collectables, noticing an old photo at the bottom of the box that seemed to picking up plenty of dust in the corner.

“What’s this thing of Y/N?”

Mark picked the photo up, turning it around and immediately letting go of a chuckle. “What is it of?” You asked him, unable to remember what it was that you’d saved.

“Are you sure that you weren’t a fan of mine before we started dating?” Mark sniggered as he turned the photo around.

Your expression dropped when you recognised the photo as your photocard of Mark that you had collected. “Well, I might have been a little bit of a fan.”

“I knew you were lying when you pretended not to know me,” Mark roared with laughter, “were you a bit of a fangirl?”

“I could have been,” you nervously smiled, refusing to admit everything. “

Haechan:

His smile was wide as Donghyuck flicked through your childhood photo album, turning to you for most of the stories behind the photos as he used them to find out much more about you.

“This one looks a bit familiar.”

As your eyes looked down, they quickly widened when you realised that one had been included from an NCT concert that you went to. “That’s a pretty old photo.”

“You look like you’re a pretty big fan here, you’ve got the light stick and you’re rocking all the merch too Y/N.”

Your head shook as you quickly turned the page, “I might have been quite a big fan of you all before I met you, but it’s too embarrassing to talk about.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Donghyuck tried his best to argue, “can’t you just let me look at the photo for a little while longer?”

“As soon as we’re done here, I’m taking that photo out of this album to make sure that you can’t find it again,” you assured him.

“Don’t be like that, you look adorable.”

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Masterlist

[goldenkirstein]

aot band! au headcanons pt. 1:

pt. two here

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pairing: jean x fem! reader, eren x fem! reader, zeke x fem! reader

wc: 1.2k+

cw: smut (18+ minors DNI), reader has female anatomy, manipulation/corruption, dumbification/incoherence, sorta dubcon (?), mentions of spit, cockwarming, unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talk, creampie/breeding, cumplay, degradation, perv! zeke.

a/n: okayyyyy, so im reposting this, because i didn't like it the first time i posted it lol. i added and cut out some things still don't know if i really like it. anyways, i tried my best with tagging everything, i really hope i didn't miss anything, if i did please let me know. this is my first time writing anything smutty, i'd love to hear any feedback or criticism !!

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smut under the cut

jean kirstein

Jean would play the electric guitar.

He wouldn't have any big tattoos but tiny stick and pokes, but when he takes off his shirt, there would be this giant, intricate tattoo that spans his entire back.

He wears thin white t-shirts that cling to his body when he gets all sweaty from performing or when he douses himself in water because the lights make it really hot on stage, babe. The shirt becomes practically see-through, and when he turns around, you can see the outline of the back tattoo. You swear he does it on purpose.

HIS HANDS, calloused from hours of practice, wears chunky silver rings that make his long fingers stand out. He keeps his ring finger empty, though (he's a romantic and a big ol’ softie).

When he's writing songs or can't figure out what chord would sound right, he plays with his rings. He takes them off, sliding them up and down his finger until he's satisfied and moves on to the others.

It drives him insane if he sees you singing along to his songs at the concerts. He'll smirk at you, opting for a quick wink, before getting back to performing.

After the show, he’ll pull you into his lap, in whatever empty room is available. He’ll have his hands on your hips, the cold rings contrasting against your hot skin.

His heart would be beating so fast, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He just got off stage, and here you are, grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants, driving him crazy.

On most days, he liked it when you would fuck him post-show, sliding your skirt up and sink down on his cock.

He loved watching you fuck yourself dumb around him, tits bouncing in his face, head thrown back in pleasure. His cock would reduce you into an incoherent blubbering mess. The only thing making sense was the way you were chanting his name like a prayer.

this fucker would love to whisper the most filthy things in your ear, “you’re making such a mess around my cock, petal. You’re gonna be a good slut and clean it up after, right?”

when he’s about to cum, he turns into an absolute mess. He gets super whimpery and will hold you close to his chest as he dumps his load in you. He stays like that for a while, watching as his cum drips out of your cunt and down his dick.

He doesn’t let you get off his cock, partly because he’s so sensitive and partly because he secretly wants to stuff you full of his babies.

after he’s calmed down a bit, he’ll open his eyes and run a hand through his hair, letting out a small chuckle, “shit, baby, you keep fucking me like that and I might just have to put a ring around that finger.”

eren yeager

plays bass and is on vocals

he has a sleeve on one arm, and the other one is empty. It's pretty cohesive, and the pieces link together-think American traditional; he takes great pride in his tattoos. After all, they're pieces of art on his body.

He likes showing off on stage. He’ll take off his shirt and throw it into the crowd, and he loves hearing the screams that ensue afterwards.

Always the performer; he’ll walk off the stage and stand on the rails, getting the people in the crowd to run their hands down his sweat-slicked torso. It’s another crowd favourite.

he wears rings too, and his favourite thing to do is to get you to pull them off his fingers using your mouth. He has to coax you into each time, “I can’t pull them off by myself; they’re too tight, need your help, angel.” He just likes having you suck on his fingers; he won’t tell you that, though.

He likes the attention from the fans, but he mainly does it to get you hot and bothered. Eren stares at you while strangers are practically grabbing at him. It’s a game for him. Figure out just how many ways he can get to you.

you always avoid him after the shows, in a way to tell him that you're not impressed by the stunts he pulls.

As much as you try to run and hide, he always finds you. He’ll come up from behind, hands on your waist; you don’t need to see him to know that he’s got that Cheshire cat grin on his face.

Try to escape from his grip, and it’ll only get tighter, “what’d you think of my little performance, princess? Did it make you weak in the knees?”

He loves pushing your buttons, does everything to get a reaction out of you, try all you might, the night always ends the same way, you bent over his dressing room table, skirt lifted, panties to the side, and him fucking ruthlessly into you from behind.

the stoic front you put up would be practically erased from the way his cock slides in and out of your spongy walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

He loves hearing you beg for him; he wants to listen to the vulgar words fall from your mouth, wants to have you begging him to let you cum, pleading for him to cum in your pussy.

He’ll tease you endlessly, “what’s that angel? If you want my cum so bad, you gotta beg better than that.” In the end, he always gives in, also liking the way his seed drips out of your pulsating hole.

Before any can drip down your thighs, he’ll slide back your panties, straighten out your skirt and send you off, saying that, “it’s for later, for when you try fingering that pretty little pussy, you’ll always have a reminder of who owns it.”

Bonus: tour manager! zeke yeager:

tour manager zeke, who watches the shows from the venue’s back, keeping his eyes trained on you.

Tour manager zeke who has a reputation for being a sleazebag, a cheapskate and vile to women.

Tour manager zeke, who watches as you stay back after each show to clean up, smiling ever so sweetly at him, “no mr. yeager, I really don’t mind helping out. It’s the least I can do.”

tour manager zeke, who can’t help think of shameful things when you bend over to pick up the crumpled posters, his eyes that linger a little too long at the swell of your pert ass.

Tour manager zeke thinks about how your mouth would feel around his cock, how your eyes would tear up as he pushed your head further and further down his cock. How pretty you would look with spit and cum coating that sweet face of yours.

Tour manager zeke, who has always been kind to you, offering to take you home for the night, telling you how cute you look and how he can’t believe you’re over 18.

Tour manager zeke wants to defile you and make you his, ruin you so that you can only get off from his cock and no one else’s.

Tour manager zeke wants to teach you how to suck dick, how to ride, how to fuck.

Tour manager zeke, who treats you so nicely, putting false notions in your mind so you can let your guard down around him, hoping that one day he can shape you into his plaything.

a/n: hope the smut sounded right this time around lmao, i might scrap it in the morning again idek yet, just wanted to see if i could even write smut.

I am working on the second part of somewhere only we know !! thank you for all the love on that.

if this does well, i'd love to do a part two to this with armin, mikasa and connie, please let me know if that is something you would be interested in !!

as always, if you enjoyed, leave a like/reblog, i truly appreciate it <33

[cowboycakes]

Dazed

part two is up here!

❀ Pairing: stoner!Eren Jaeger x needy!Reader

❀ Themes: Your stoned best friend Eren has a get together... and you get a little too high. Modern AU.

❀ Warnings: Marijuana use, alcohol use, FLUFF. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

❀ Word Count: 1.1k

The sound of Eren’s doorbell echoes through his house at about 10 pm on a Saturday night. You, his long time best friend, wait eagerly on his wooden porch. The music from inside was audible over the buzzing of lively insects in the trees. The smell of marijuana was tangible too… you knew Eren’s parents wouldn’t be happy about him smoking inside again. 

You peer in the window as you wait for your escort inside - red solo cups and rolling paper packaging occupied a corner by the door, along with several pairs of shoes. So they’ll take off their shoes but won’t clean up their trash? Some party guests they are…

You ring the doorbell again, getting impatient. Finally, you hear footsteps on the other side. 

The hinges squeak as the front door reveals a very high Eren Jaeger. His eyes are red and squinty. He has his favorite loose hoodie on and his hair tied into an effortless bun. And he reeks of weed…

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eren says, pulling you inside and into a hug, placing a gentle hand on the back of your head. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I was just finishing up with something in the basement.”

You look up to him innocently. “And what would that be, Jaeger?” you tease. 

He lets out a slow chuckle, clearly a bit impaired. 

“A secret,” he says smiling down at you. 

He sways his feet from side to side as he keeps you in the embrace, eventually moving the two of you to his basement door. Once he opens it, the pungent smell hits you even harder. 

“Your secret smells bad,” you retort, earning another laugh from him. 

He leads you down the carpeted steps to the living room, where your group of friends greet you warmly. Jean, Connie, and Sasha pull you into a big bear hug and each tell you about the substances they had chosen to liven up their night. Jean had gone his usual route - beer, and Connie and Sasha ate two big edibles that Eren made special for them. You look over to see Mikasa and Armin already passed out on the loveseat, cuddled up with a big blanket. It felt so nice to see all of your friends so happy together. 

Then you notice that she is here - Krista. You fake a smile to her, she fakes one to you. She wasn’t all that bad… you just didn’t like how touchy she was with Eren, and how much of his attention she could hog. You had always been reluctant to think of Eren romantically, so why were you so jealous? 

“I’m gonna roll another one, wanna join?” Eren asks the group. 

Sasha and Connie waste no time jumping up at Eren’s offer. Jean and Krista follow. You stay silent, just observing Eren’s fingers as they meticulously roll the big joint on the countertop. He takes it and his lighter to the couch when he’s finished, the group following him with cheeky smiles. 

Krista steals the spot on the couch closest to Eren, putting her hand on Eren’s bicep. You settle on the floor in front of him. 

You had never smoked before, and honestly you just wanted to watch. But it was something about the way Krista was moving her hands up and down Eren’s arm, and sitting so close…

You needed to preoccupy him. 

“Eren,” you declare, “I want to try.”

“Atta girl,” he laughs, surprised he didn’t have to beg you to participate. 

He lights the joint, and moves it to your open lips. You suck in a large hit as you stare into Eren’s eyes. The smoke clouds your lungs, tightening your chest. You try to exhale smoothly, but a coughing fit catches you by surprise. Your friends chuckle at your weakness. 

“You okay?” Eren asks, taking a drag for himself, blowing a large cloud of smoke into the air. You nod to him through your coughs. 

You hit the joint three more times as it makes it’s way around the circle. With each hit, you feel yourself fade more and more. It felt as if all of your nerves were lighting up pleasantly at once. 

You notice your speech and movements became more slow and slurred each time you tried to chime in to the group conversation. Time itself goes out the window at some point, so you just lean back onto the carpet to feel your high, closing your heavy eyes. 

You notice your heart beat after a few minutes, it felt more forceful and rapid than usual - a bad side effect of the weed. It made you nervous, causing an uneasy feeling in your tummy. 

“Mmmm… Eren?” you murmur. 

“What’s wrong?” he responds, standing to look at you, concerned. 

“Don’t… feel s’good. Need you to take... care of me,” you plead. 

Eren sighs, picking up your limp body from the ground. You straddle his waist, your head resting on his shoulder, weighty eyes still closed. 

“I’m gonna put her to bed,” Eren announces. 

“Aww… Be back soon, ok?” Krista responds. 

You let out a groan noise at her comment as Eren carries you out of the room and up the stairs. He strokes your soft hair as the two of you travel. 

Eventually, you notice he’s carried you into his bedroom. You were a little bit shocked, you’d been in his room plenty of times... but never in his bed. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, the tense feeling still lingering in your stomach. 

“Eren? mmm… m’scared,” you say, still limp in his arms. 

“Let me turn the pretty lights on and get a snack for you?” 

“Mmmhmm… ” 

Eren reaches up to turn on the LED lights that lined his ceiling, emitting a calming blue glow. The walls of his room were filled with tapestries and posters, clearly meant to be viewed during a shroom trip. 

He lays you down on his soft brown duvet, and you feel yourself sink into his comfortable mattress. He helps you under the fluffy covers with gentle hands, taking some time to tuck your loose hairs behind your ears and whisper sweet nothings to calm you down. You loved it when Eren babied you like this, and being too high to think was a good excuse for it. 

He rummages through a box under his bed, pulling out a chocolate chip granola bar. He opens the crinkly wrapper for you, handing you a piece. 

You bite into it slowly, the sweetness was much more potent than usual. You find chewing on it to be so fun that you start to smile. 

“See, already back to your cute self,” Eren says. 

He turns on some soft music as you finish your granola bar, “The Spins” by Mac Miller being his first song choice. 

Eren settles next to the bed. “What can I do to help, baby?”

“Cuddle… please,” you respond. 

Eren crawls over you, settling himself beneath the soft sheets. He pulls you in close, your head finding a nice place between his neck and his chest. You let out a little moan as you adjust yourself. 

“You’re sweet, you know that?” Eren whispers, his voice sleepy and eyes half shut. He places a tiny kiss on your forehead. 

He plays with a little strand of your hair, twirling it in his fingers. He eventually moves his hand to massage your head lightly, your scalp tingling at his gentle touch. 

“Feel better?” he asks quietly. 

“Mmmm…” you hum sweetly, beginning to nod off. 

And you eventually do, safe in Eren’s arms.

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I’m in love with stoner Eren. Definitely gonna write all kinds of these (like what about Goth Mikasa x Stoner Eren that would be so hot bye.) Also I’m so sorry for the Historia slander I just needed someone to be jealous of :/ Hopefully you all think this was cute! Feel free to send feedback or a request! Love you guys! - Shep

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[c-e-d-dreamer]

Enchanted 

I stole @moodymelanist‘s anon prompt about Nessian and Enchanted by Taylor Swift because I am a literal piece of garbage Swiftie, so I hope everyone enjoys! Took some liberties with the lyrics, but you get the idea! :) 

Cassian knows that the phrase is only two things are certain in life: death and taxes, but if you ask him, Helion going all out on theme parties should definitely be a third item on that list. Cassian’s not even sure where the man finds the time to throw such extravagant parties. Better yet, where does he find the money? 

Nonetheless, Cassian supposes he should be happy for the invite, and somewhere deep down, he is. But sometimes constantly sliding the perfect mask over his face is exhausting. Forcing laughter, faking smiles, he can only do it for so long before all he wants to do is sneak out the door, go home, and faceplant into his mattress. And no amount of extravagance from Helion can change that. 

Cassian walks up the steps of the large manor house, a few couples and groups already rushing their way inside ahead of him with excited chatter. When he gets to the doors, there are people there to check his costume, and he almost rolls his eyes at the fact Helion actually hired costume checkers. Gods forbid anyone break the illusion tonight. Once he’s given the nod that he’s good, Cassian steps through the large oak doors, and for a moment, it really is like he’s stepped into another time. 

Every inch of the entrance and extending ballroom is decorated with flags and posters, white twinkling fairy lights cutting lines across the ceiling. The sounds of the big band that Helion’s hired hits Cassian first, all brass and percussion and a group of women singing a cover of an Andrew Sisters song. As Cassian steps onto the balcony overlooking the ballroom, he takes in the party in full swing below. Literally. He hadn’t realized Helion was so committed to the theme that there would be actual swing dancing. It leaves Cassian tugging subconsciously at the jacket of his uniform as he makes his way down the steps. When he reaches the bottom, he snags a glass of sparkling liquid off a tray and makes his way along the edge of the room. 

Cassian finds an empty high top table he can lean against, content to simply people watch. He takes a sip of his drink as he eyes the crowds of people as they ebb and flow in time with the beat of the music, the sounds of their steps echoing against the floor mixing with their laughter and forming a cacophony that swirls high into the domed ceiling of the ballroom. Cassian’s eyes continue to scan the crowd until they land on a woman standing on the opposite side of the dancefloor. For a moment, it’s like the music fades away to nothing, like all the other bodies in the room melt away until it’s just him and her and the breath suddenly hitching in his lungs. 

As if she can feel the weight of his stare, her head turns slowly in Cassian’s direction. She quirks a single eyebrow at him as their eyes meet, and Cassian swears there’s something so familiar about her, some song playing long forgotten notes but a never forgotten melody deep in his soul. But he’s sure he wouldn’t forget a face like hers if they had met before. 

Before Cassian can think twice, he starts to make his way to her across the dance floor. Her eyes track him the whole way, and it has his skin prickling with anticipation, his whole body thrumming like he’s on the edge. Of what, he’s not entirely sure, but he’s never been more willing and ready to take a leap of faith. 

The woman is even more beautiful up close. She’s wearing a red dress, cut perfectly to accentuate her form, with her hair curled up and away from her face in keeping with the style required for the party’s theme. Her lips are also painted a bright shade of red, but Cassian finds he’s drawn more to her eyes, the intense blue of them. 

“How goes it, soldier?” she asks him. 

“Committed to the theme?” Cassian shoots back. 

“I’m pretty sure Helion has spies everywhere, and I’m not looking to get kicked out.” 

“I don’t think he’d kick out someone as pretty as you.” 

The woman hums in response, her lips pinching slightly together. “Then I guess it’s just you that has to worry about being kicked out.” 

“Are you saying I’m not pretty?” 

“You sound so shocked.” 

“I think I’m the prettiest boy in my platoon,” Cassian teases, adding an overdramatic flip of his hair for good measure. 

The woman laughs then, soft and lilting, and Cassian can’t seem to do anything but blink dumbly down at her. He wants to hear that sound again, wants to hide the sound away like a secret note that he can open up whenever he chooses. 

“Do you have a name, prettiest soldier?” 

“Cassian.” 

“I’m Nesta.” 

Nesta. Her name echoes in Cassian’s thoughts, a persistent whisper that happily settles into every crevice and space in his mind like it’s always belonged there, like it’s home. Nesta Nesta Nesta.

“Do you dance, Nesta?”

“Are you asking?” 

“Yes. I’ve been told I have two left feet, but I’d be honored.” 

Nesta grabs his hand then, tugging him toward the dance floor. The contact is a spark, sending fire flooding through Cassian’s veins. Her hand is so small compared to his own, his fingers curling and fully encasing her own, but it’s warm and solid. When she pulls her hand free to turn toward him, Cassian instantly misses the weight of it. But then Nesta is settling a hand on his shoulder, the other once again finding its home in his. He lets his own find the dip of her waist. 

The band starts up another upbeat song, and Cassian tries to keep up as they move together. He spins and dips Nesta just as he sees the other couples dancing doing, but judging by the teasing glint to her eyes and the way her lips are pressed firmly together like she’s trying to suppress a smile, Cassian is pretty sure he’s worse than he originally thought. 

As the music begins to build and crescendo, Cassian tightens his hold on Nesta’s waist, lifting her up into the air. Nesta lets out a squeak in surprise, her nails digging into Cassian’s shoulder. Cassian tries to spin her around the way other couples have been doing all night, but he really is worse than he thought. They both start to wobble, and Cassian shifts to wrap his whole arm around Nesta’s waist to steady her, stumbling back a few steps as he tries to keep them from toppling over. 

Pressed this close together, Cassian swears he can feel Nesta’s heart beating. Or maybe that’s his own skipping over itself erratically. He can count every eyelash that frames those stunning eyes, and her breath skates across his cheeks. It wouldn’t take much, just a small shift, and Cassian could find out just how soft her lips are, how they’d taste against his own. 

“Maybe dancing isn’t for you,” Nesta teases gently. 

Cassian tries to laugh, but it sounds strained even to his own ears as he sets Nesta back down on her feet. With a promise to make it up to her in the form of drinks, Cassian heads off to do just that, using the short reprieve to gather his own thoughts and get his bearings right again. When he returns, he finds Nesta sitting at one of the tables, her phone perched between her hands. He’s about to tease her over the fact they definitely didn’t have mobile phones in the 1940’s, but then he notices her frown. 

“Everything alright?” Cassian asks, setting their drinks down on the table. 

“Yes. Sorry. It’s my roommates. I should head out. It was nice to meet you,” Nesta explains, standing up. 

Cassian reaches forward for Nesta’s hand, raising it and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “It was enchanting to meet you.” 

Cassian watches as a blush blooms to life across Nesta’s cheeks, the soft smile she offers him before she turns on her heel and disappears amongst the crowd. Cassian takes her now vacated seat and sips on his drink, but with Nesta gone, his interest in this party has decidedly depleted. He gives it a few more minutes, and then he’s making his own exit, heading out of the manor house and toward his truck. 

As Cassian clambers into his truck, he can’t stop smiling, his mind replaying the night over and over on a loop. He’s thankful no one else is here with him because he’s absolutely positive that he’s blushing right now. It’s like he’s 19 again. Gods, what has Nesta done to him? A final awed chuckle at the turn of events, and Cassian is turning the key in his ignition, throwing his truck in drive and heading toward his apartment complex. 

Cassian finds himself humming the tune of the song they danced to, his feet tapping out their own dance as he steps into his apartment and toward his bedroom. When he falls back against his mattress, his mind once again returns to Nesta, her smile, her eyes. He thinks about the story they could weave together, the two of them, with this night being just the first page. He lets his eyes slide shut and sends up a silent prayer to the universe. Please don’t let her be in love with someone else. Gods, he already wants to see her again.

The thought clangs inside his head, and then everything is coming to a stuttering stop. How will he see her again? He didn’t ask for her number or give her his. How could he be so stupid? He’s on his feet in an instant, pacing back and forth across his room while he presses the heels of his palms against his eyes. He just met the most amazing, stunning woman he’ll probably ever meet in his life and now he—

Cassian’s pulled out of his spiralling thoughts by the distinct sound of a knock at his front door. He squints over at the clock on his bedside table, frowning when he realizes the late hour. Another knock sounds, and Cassian makes his way to the front door, slowly pulling it open. There, on the other side, is Nesta. Her makeup is still done up from the party, but her hair has clearly been brushed through, pulled back in a simple braid now, and her costume has been traded in for more comfortable clothes. The slight shuffle of her feet gives away her nervousness even as she holds her chin high. 

“I hope this isn’t too forward, or creepy, but I pulled a few strings to find you. Turns out your brother is dating my sister.” 

“Why would that be forward? I told you, it was enchanting to meet you.”