#you can tell i had a good time drawing the hair haha

[wrenkenstein]

OC creation musings + Juno retrospective

I was rewatching this video by Rea, and it struck me that this exact phenomenon happened to me in 2022, with the first inklings of Juno's design - back when I couldn't decide on whether or not her name would be "Juno" or "Kite", and desperately trying not to make her a scientist. She's obviously come such a long way since then, having now become a very well-known character in the fandom, but I often think of the fact that had she not become on of my artistic passions, I probably wouldn't be anywhere near where I am today.

Juno is absolutely everything to me. She is a representative of my passion for storytelling, and she connected me with so many of my now closest friends - one of which is currently living in my house! How crazy is that, man! All of which I can attribute to simply becoming so fixated on my own OC that I couldn't stop thinking about her, or drawing her.

Of course, that's come with some highs and lows. She's getting a professionally done cosplay, a 3D model and potentially a Battlefront mod - but she also has her own dedicated group of haters who think she represents the 'wrongs' of fandom, lol. I certainly have recieved my fair share of 'Juno hate' in my 3-4 years here, but the positivity and support make it well worth dealing with a few rotten apples. It's radiant and outpouring, like a warm ray of sun, and it keeps me going deep into the night.

Anyways. Total tangent. Want to see all her design iterations? Yea you do ;) Here's the first ever Juno ref!

I made this on my phone in 2022, at the tale end of watching TCW and back when TBB was just one season. You can definitely see that the idea was always there, just a bit disjointed in its application. That gas mask on her helmet ended up causing a lot of confusion, so I removed it in later iterations - but to this day, I think this one picture is what really captivated me. Something about the aura, man,, she scary lookin

Then, of course, I had to draw what her face would look like - if it hadn't been for a RP, I don't think I would have.

Woah - she's like a whole different person! And you can see the beginnings of her white hair streak, though back then, I wanted i to be really subtle. And I was soooo adamant about this lol. She also was almost beat for beat Ellen Ripley, and you can see me paint over a picture of Sigourney below with her OG faceclaim haha.

Then we have the Juno-ing... part two. Where I went darker!! Both in themes, and in her color scheme. This one still has so much personality, and I remember being obsessed with how I drew her eyes and face back then. Nowadays, I think it's hideous. xD This was also around the time I was phasing out her gauntlets and oxygen mask, but both still remained for practicality purposes, even if they didn't serve anything to the design. Oh, and the hair streak. Now it's a Thing :tm: but it isn't really flowing well with the design - not yet, anyways!

We finally get to a point where I, begrudingly, accept the fact that her white streak is going to be her facial focal point - and at this point I'm laughing about how much I tried to avoid it LOL. But here, we also see her get more and more refined. Her face is still a bit wonky, but the stern vibe and posture are starting to come together and tell more of a concrete story, even if the reference doesn't have as much color or personality as the last one. I also did this one for my senior year of college!

I even designed her some totally BS civvies - and I gave her a s2 paint job, which admittedly looks hideous LMAOOO but we ball regardless. The second design was scrapped anyways almost immediately. The civvies stayed!

And then, of course, THE FINALE! Her face went through so many iterations with her current ref, but thus far, it's been the longest standing and most accurate one. It atually started out just as me goofing off with a marker pen in CSP, that quickly changed to "hey... this could be something good." And I was right! This is the Juno that's currently circulating today, and I've been polishing and refining her as I go, since I still feel as though I could perfect things.

And then, of course, her various outfits, which I posted about a while back. Oh - and have you seen Baby Juno?

Well now you have. :)

I think it's so cool to see how someone can fixate on a character and pour so much love and thought into them, that this character becomes their entire brand. Juno inhabits every part of my brain space and is what I think about 24/7. I'm so proud of how far she comes, and she reminds me about how incredible fandom can be and continues to be! Something about her is just so intoxicating to me. I can't get enough of her, and I can't wait to keep developing her over the years to come.

Which then begs the question - what is your equivalent to this entire thread? Do you have an OC like Juno, who you're fixated on and who dominates your creative pursuits? Do they have multiple artistic iterations? Because if you do, share them!! I WANNA SEEEEEE.

Anyways, that's Wren's Ramblings for today ~ I got bored haha

SHARE YOUR OCS!!!! >:0

[impalemevladdy]

@paper-mario-wiki Woe. Horse drawing be upon ye.

[fuumiku]

It was Maid Day today yesterday a week ago so I got struck by inspiration to draw the worsties, and it ran away from me into a whole AU where they’re coworkers at a maid cafe. She’s a med student & this is just a part time job, and this is his depression job while he gets his life back together. He needs something he can be workaholic about to forget what it’s like having a personal life and personal issues. He’s actually the accountant, but the new hire janitor (Izutsumi) doesn’t show up for half her shifts and is a sloppy worker, so he gets the extra work of doing her job on top of his because he’s undervalued and overworked. Of course, janitors also have an uniform to keep the aesthetic cohesion as they go about cleaning the place, of course.

Senshi’s the part time cook you only see slivers off, he’s kind and warm when you do see him and have a chat but most shifts he’s in and out the kitchen without a trace. Laios and Falin are regulars because Falin and Marcille are besties & in the same med school, Laios accompanies Falin as she visits her friend at work and gets hooked on the food. Chilchuck has to remind Marcille to work instead of chatting with Falin for an hour, and next thing he knows she’s distracting him from work too. That’s it that’s the AU. Inspired by this idol AU fanart a bit <3

This was not meant to be birthday gift but well…… Happy bday Chil!!!

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[freaksun]

Hi if you are taking requests I’m in a super soft mood.

Would you do something with Eddie not being used to affection? Super touch starved. And when he and reader start dating he is tense when you first show that your love language is physical touch? And slowly. Not to scare him you try to show and convince him he deserves nothing but kindness and loving touches?

hi honey!! always taking requests, i just take forever to answer them haha :)

your boyfriend, eddie munson, had a hard childhood - that was clear.

for one, he grew up with his uncle wayne instead of two parents. you’ve met mr munson, and he’s a truly sweet man, but you’re pretty sure he didn’t plan on raising a child.

he told you his mom died and his dad is gone but not much else and you don’t want to pry. you figure he’ll tell you on his own time and that’s good enough for you. mostly, you just want him to know he’s safe with you.

the only part that bothers you is that his past trauma has convinced him he isn’t worthy of soft touches and patience and your everlasting devotion. you have to fix this, you decide.

you noticed pretty early into the relationship that he’s timid around physical intimacy - not necessarily sex, more the sweet and loving caresses you offer him daily - since every time you mold yourself to his back in bed he suddenly has to ‘get to work’.

at first it really hurt your feelings. he could have sex with you (with minimal nervousness) but he couldn’t cuddle you??

but then the heartbreaking realization set in that he just cant let you show that you love him. cant let you be tender with the parts of him you know have been crushed by people meant to protect him.

so, you start small.

eddie gets all worked up sometimes talking about things he loves, so you wait for him to get all excited and distracted and then you start gently twirling his hair between your fingers while he goes on and on.

eventually it evolves to you running your hands through his hair, lightly massaging his head while he unknowingly unravels in front of you. you rake your nails over his scalp, scratching his stress away.

you can tell how much he appreciates such a small gesture by the way he sinks into your touch, a warm smile on his sleepy face.

he starts to expect it, much to your delight. whenever he realizes he’s getting super into a discussion he cozies up to you, laying his head in your lap usually by slumping onto you and forcing you to lay down so you can be his teddy bear.

you’re extremely proud of this progress, even moreso when he sleepily turns one evening, smushing his face against your thigh and sighing contently. you don’t stop petting his hair until you feel his breathing slow against the inside of your leg.

you figure it was a combination of you talking instead of him, and the long awful day he apparently had at work. either way, you thank the stars and make sure not to wake him. it grows your ego substantially knowing your voice guided him to a peaceful sleep.

the next morning you wake up with him still wrapped around your waist, cheek smushed into your tummy. you’re both still in your clothes, eddie in his dirty work overalls cause he couldn’t wait to cuddle you, and neither of you expected him to fall asleep. you pet his head softly - its practically instinctive whenever you see him, especially snoring softly like this

he stirs when you rake your nails across his back gently, drawing swirls and patterns on him while he’s still too sleepy to protest. his eyes meet yours, his hair adorably disheveled. he looks incredibly disoriented and confused and all you can do is smile at your puppy of a boyfriend.

“..did we fall asleep like this?” his voice comes out all gravelly how you love, its always like that in the morning, you’ve come to find out.

“yes” you giggile, fixing a stray curl. “you fell asleep like this, honey.”

he blushes and gets nervous as usual, you’re familiar with his patterns, but he doesn’t move - not yet.

you take advantage of that fact, lifting his chin so he’s forced to look at you again. this time when you look into his wide eyes, you sense guilt.

“eddie, i liked it.” you smile, moving to rub his cheek, your thumb swiping gently just below his eye. “is there some reason you think i wouldn’t? o-or did you not like it?” he panics when your smile falters, lips twitching in hesitation.

“No!” he yelps a little too loud, awkward in that sitcom way he’s always been. charming, you think.

“O-of course i liked it, baby..” his eyes flick between obeying and keeping eye contact and staring down to avoid you.

“you’re so warm.. ‘n soft..” his eyes meet yours again and theres a sincerety and vulnerability you’ve never seen. close, maybe, but this is new.

“yeah?” you coo, coaxing him further into this soft space you’ve unlocked for him.

he nods, a coy smile forming. “I like touching you, y/n. i-i always want to i-im just..” you rub his cheek. “cautious. i guess. scared.” he looks up at you again, wide eyes beaming in a way that makes you think theyre just holes peering into the sparkling of his heart. its clear he’s opening himself to you in a way no one’s seen before. maybe other than his mom. its an honour you refuse to waste.

“what are you scared of ed?” not once do you stop softly petting him , his cheeks, his hair, his neck, a thumb across his lip.

“I just.. i dunno. you’re so soft, so sweet and kind and i-“ he falters, and you immediately hug him to you, rubbing his back. “its ok, honey. take your time, im here.” he sighs, his hands grasping you for comfort.

“i dont wanna break you. or lose you..” he admits, maybe for the first time to himself at all. your heart breaks. obviously you could assume with what you know about his past but the details and results never stop hurting. you wish you could’ve saved him, could’ve saved his mother and given him a better father. or just taken him far, far away.

now, all you can do is hold him. one hand in his hair, one rubbing his back and you kiss the top of his head.

“im not going anywhere.” you promise, your lips still pressed in his hair.

“gonna stay and cuddle you forever, teddy” your hand sneaks under his shirt and rubs his back, up and down the soft skin. its vulnerable in a literal and figurative way you cant fully process in the moment but later you’ll cry over how poetic and sentimental it is.

you feel him sink into you, letting his weight crush you a little. his voice rumbles where hes hiding his face, a small “promise?” muffled by your chest.

you frown, wishing he never had to feel this way.

“I promise, eddie. m’yours” you can feel him smile, giddy and childish in this state.

“and you’re mine” you giggle as he rubs his face into you like a cat displaying affection.

[eunnieboo]

IYHM ask replies! (2/3)

🌸 @csevet asked:

hi my copy of iyhm just came in and my fiancee and i snuggled up and read the whole thing cover to cover and CRIED!!! i love when lesbians 💕💞💝💗💝💗💘💞💖💗💝

AHHHHH thank you SO much!!! OMGGGGG 🥺 live laugh lesbian..... 💞💗💖💕💖💞💕💖💗

🌸 @chrysalis-the-butterfly asked:

I read If You'll Have Me a few months ago and I loved it! Your art is so pretty and Momo and PG are such cool characters! 🥰 If you're okay with sharing, I'd be interested to hear what inspired you during the creative process? Were there any pieces of media or any other characters which influenced the formation of Momo and PG? Or did you do your own thing?

oh my gosh! thank you!! i really love character interactions and relationship dynamics, so i wanted to depict two girls who seemed like opposites - one cool and laid-back, the other soft and sweet. after a while they started to take on a life of their own, and i thought it'd be wonderful if their story could evoke the feeling of a shoujo romance!

i had a lot of things on my mind when i wrote the script... friendship, intimacy, communication... communication can be so hard! sometimes it's harder with someone you're close to because their opinion is so important to you. and what happens when you've got a character who's non-confrontational and has low self-esteem + someone who prefers actions over words, and would rather burn bridges than admit to feeling vulnerable? how would they get past that? i wanted to write their flaws as believable, and how their life experiences have shaped the way they think about themselves / the way they respond to personal conflict... but also how they learn from each other and grow ❤️ tysm for the question!!

@bisexualgoof asked:

Hi Eunnie! I just finished reading “If You’ll Have Me” and let me tell you, it was spectacular! I saw it in a local bookstore the other day and it was a no brainer to grab. The characters are so fun, the story is beautiful and heartfelt, and honestly every character is attractive… I especially fell in love with the pages of the books without words, especially 312-313, it made me cry. Such beautiful art! I related to PG’s annoyance with her long hair, I felt very seen with her comments. I’ve definitely said “I’d like to forget” so many times myself, right to my butch heart haha. Thank you for sharing this story with the world, and thank you in particularly for your acknowledgment at the end of the book, it made me feel seen. What an amazing love story, hope to see more of this adorable couple in the future!

oh my goodness!! this is so lovely and wonderful and ahhh T_T thank you so very much. it's such a dream, having these girls be out in the world with their personalities and backstories revealed at last! and i'm so happy to hear about the cast and side characters, i love designing people hehe ♥ i'll definitely keep drawing this couple, alongside more sapphic couples that are to come 😍 thank you!!

🌸 @skittles-rainbow-cat asked:

HI HI HI!!! you’ve been one of my fave artists forever and i just got done with iyhm and it’s sooooo amazing im in love with it. also i think strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo fits mono and pg very well :] i hope you’re having a good day and thank you for all your art it heals me in many ways <3333

HIIII omg!!! thank you so much! this song is so cuteeee oh my gosh this line:

Takes my hand in hers when the lights aren’t on Smaller than mine and oh god I am gone

it's so sweet ;_; thank you forever, i hope you're having a wonderful day!! <3 <3 <3

🌸 @lord-of-the-froggies asked:

Howdy Eunnie! I know you're probably swamped with work right now, but I just wanna let you know that I got my copy of your book today!! I'm gonna start reading it right away, it looks and feels amazing. From a fellow Washington artist to another--congratulations on such a huge achievement!

yay hello fellow washingtonian! and fellow artist!! thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 and i'm so glad the book got to you safely! wishing you a happy read~

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

omggg thank you that means so much!!! ;_; <3

🌸 @ddooyoung asked:

I got my (signed!) copy of the book, and I love it SO MUCH. It's everything I was hoping and more. I love finally getting to know them, especially Momo. Since the first time I saw them, I thought Momo was a lot like me and now I have confirmation 😆 Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful story!!! I'm excited for everything you do 💗

WAHH thank you so much!! yesss i'm so overjoyed to finally share their story after so long! i hope the signature turned out okay, i was very nervous signing books for the first time (shaky hand and everything) 😱 i think next time it would be fun to make a custom stamp and stamp a doodle next to my signature hehe. thank you again!!! 💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I somehow missed the news about your having created a whole damn book?? was just flipping through yu & me books's holiday gift guide and did a double take when I saw priscilla and momo!! zoomed in and sure enough, there was your name at the bottom! congrats on ihym and congrats on being featured on rec lists from shops as cool as yu & me 🎉😍

omggg thank you thank you!! 🥰 AHHH yu & me books looks so amazing! i've been to new york just once but if i ever get to go back i have to visit them... i'm always looking for indie bookstores to throw my money at 😤

🌸 Anonymous asked:

1. Will there be an “if you’ll have me” sequel? 2. Is Momo her full name or a Nick name? If it’s a Nick name what is her full name? Thank you i love your work! ❤️😊

ahh there's no sequel planned as of right now! but i'd love to make one if i get the chance... i have some ideas that i think would be fun <3 and momo gardner is her full name! i liked gardner because it made me think of flowers ☺️❤️ thank you so much!!

🌸 @upsidedown-shadow-dreamer asked:

Hello, long time fan here. If You'll Have Me was delivered an hour ago and I've already finished my first read. OMG it's AMAZING. I love the story, the beautiful art, the inner thoughts, the pacing, the page color changes for back story… Just major WOW. I hope you are so proud of this work. I'm already looking forward to reading it again. Thank you!!!

this is sooooo AHHHHH T_T i'm in tears. i can't tell you how happy and thrilled i am to hear this!!! it's so encouraging and uplifting and ahh!! i want to make more stories... and just knowing that this book will be read by the same person more than once, omg! it's truly the highest of praise. thank you from the bottom of my heart <333

🌸 Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just remembered I could borrow graphic novels as e-books from my local library, found IYHM, devoured the entire thing in one sitting, then went through your tags so I could look at all your other IYHM art, and I was wondering if you'll make more stories about Momo and PG because I can't get enough of them! Absolutely obsessed with these two and I love seeing them so happy together 💖💖💖💖

hello!! oh i'm absolutely over the moon about this! i can definitely see myself making a follow-up book if i'm so lucky 🙏 but i'll keep on drawing more minicomics and illustrations no matter what!! thank you so much for this wonderful message 💕💕💕💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

hi!! love love love your art!!! do you think we can expect to see another graphic novel about momo and priscilla in the future?

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I’ve read IYHM so many times already and I absolutely loved it!!!! Are you planning on writing another book with Momo and PG? Is is there a way we can buy more of your stories?

thank you both so much!!!! <3 a sequel is actually one of the ideas i pitched for my second book! my editor cautioned against it in case IYHM didn't perform well, so i ended up going in a different direction - but my fingers are crossed for future opportunities 😤 realistically, it will probably depend on sales... but for the record, i'd want to do one regardless of the numbers...

i have one more book coming out, which i'm working on right now! the timeline is a bit up in the air atm but i'll try to keep everyone posted. making a book is so slow but i'm so grateful to you all for waiting 🥺💛

🌸 @randomqueernoun asked:

Do you make webcomics for other apps/websites? If yes where can I find them and what do I search in them to find your comics?

ahh not at the moment! but thank you SO much for the interest! one of my biggest goals right now is to set up a website where i have all my work in one place, and that would definitely be the place where i post future webcomics 👀

also, just as an aside... i want to make webcomics so bad. i think after my next book, i might take a break from traditional publishing to do that. sometimes i can't believe i'm drawing hundreds of pages i can't post... i'm like, how are people supposed to read this if i can't show them? how will they know?! ahh it kills me... but yes... someday!!!

part 3 to come~

[koolades-world]

Hey there! I'd Like to request something. So like, MC is an Artist (Style doesn't matter they just have to draw humanoid things) and then they draw the brothers+dateables in their style, what would the reaction be?

hello! sure thing :)

I myself am admittedly not a very good artist, which is my my preferred art form is writing. the only time I draw is usually during gartic phone games with friends, and thanks to my franticness under a time limit it's always very chaotic. but at this point I've just embraced it and it's always funny

enjoy!

Artist Mc

Lucifer

you draw him while he's seated at the dinner table on a saturday morning while he's reading the newspaper and enjoying a coffee

not that you didn't intend to show him, but suddenly he was leaning over your shoulder, staring, and it caught you off guard

as you scramble to explain, he just smiles and sits back down in his chair and goes back to what he was doing to keep being you model

once you're done, he asks if he can at least have a copy to keep, which in itself is a huge compliment, but it's so he can think of you every time he looks at it 🥺

Mammon

during class, he happened to look super cute as always while looking wistfully out a nearby window a few rows in front of you and the lesson was getting boring anyways. next to your notes, you begin to doodle him, using highlighters for color

you forget it's there and lend him that very notebook since he had tuned out that same lesson

once he opens it, he seems himself and doesn't know how to react. he's a babbling, red mess

once he regains motor functions, he shakily declares that it's very becoming of the Great Mammon and that you did a great job. success!

Levi

the two of you are hanging out in his room. he's playing a ruri game and you're lounging behind him, sketching on a bean bag

you're not drawing anything in particular and were searching for an idea when suddenly, the idea found you

levi wasn't paying attention to you, so you could easily look at him and ruri, and sketch them side by side in matching outfits

once he stops for a moment to get a snack, you happily show him the drawing and he does the demon equivalent of blue screening. give him a minute to reboot then try again haha

Satan

when you decided to draw him, the two of you were seating together, with you in his lap while he read a book so he saw the drawing from it's first line to it's last

made positive comments about it the entire time, like about how you captured the green of his eyes perfectly, or telling you his hair looked better in the picture than it did in real life

at some point, he stopped pretending to read the book and sat watching you with his chin on your shoulder

he added cute little notes around it once you were done with little hearts around them

Asmo

he's asked you to draw him jokingly a few times, but never expected you to actually do it the next time he asked

when you tell him if he wants, he can pick something else to wear, he almost strips down so you can draw him nude but you stop him as soon as he started to take his shirt off

he scurried away and was back quickly in a new outfit, and posed how he would for a picture

talks to you basically the entire time you draw, and once you're done, he squeezes you into a tight hug and asks if he can post it on his Devilgram

Beel

after joining him enough times for Fangol practice, you knew it well enough to begin making sketches of him as he practiced

drawing him in action was a little challenging since he never held still, but you were determined

you drew a few since his practice went on longer that day, and got to proudly show him the results

he was equally as proud of you since he thought you did a great job. he asks if he can have one, and if you give it to him, you'll find it hanging up next to his bed next to all his Fangol trophies <3

Belphie

he's an easy model to draw thanks to his lethargy, so you often find yourself sketching him

something about his peaceful nature and natural frosted tips was just so drawable, so you had at least a few pages full of him napping in various positions with different blankets

one time, he wakes up while you're next to him drawing, and is a little shocked in a good way. he didn't know you viewed him that highly

he's still half asleep, so he just compliments your artwork and moves to lay his head on your lap, then falls back asleep, ensuring you're the flustered one now

[puck-luck]

good vibrations | trevor zegras

warnings: masturbation, allusions to voyeurism and exhibitionism, sex while under the influence, dirty talk, pet names (duh), first time(s) (wait,,, TWO first times checked off the list?) pairing: trevor zegras x inexperienced!reader summary/request: "he finds out that she's never used a vibrator so he buys her one and maybe kinda helps her use it for the first time?? like he incorporates it into foreplay or something idk (i just feel like he'd really want to be there the first time she experiences that haha he just gets so excited about her experiencing all these different kinds of pleasure for the first time and he feels so lucky he's the one she's experiencing all her firsts with and that she trusts him enough to be her guide)", "he makes her squirt and she's never done that before so she's embarrassed but he thinks it's so hot" wc: 3000

Trevor hadn’t planned for this when he brought the joint to your lips. He hadn’t known– you should have told him, to be fair, because you knew– that you get horny when you get high. If he had known, maybe he wouldn’t have pulled you onto his lap with his friends in the room. He didn’t realize that you’d be squirming in his lap from the get-go, your limbs a little sweaty and stuck together in the pocket of your joints. 

You were at the point of your high when you got a little self-conscious of your movements. You weren’t sure if you were being loud and drawing attention to yourself just by leaning over to grab your water bottle. You cuddled it close to your chest, curled up on Trevor’s lap. You would catch yourself holding your breath, then you’d let out a huge sigh, and the cycle would continue as soon as you stopped paying attention to your breath. You truly held your breath when Trevor’s hand found a place on your knee, stroking over your skin gently. 

It felt a bit lucky that you were at Trevor’s apartment. Just down the hall was Trevor’s bed, a big mattress with fresh sheets after his most recent trip. You felt wet already, just knowing that you were on Trevor’s lap and you’d be sleeping in that bed with him later in the night.

You bring your hand up to Trevor’s face, thumbing over his jaw. 

He looks down at you, a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his lips. “Hi, baby,” Trevor greets. He shifts your body in his arms to hold you more tightly.

“So pretty, Trev,” you say, marveling over his features. Everything looks hyper-focused, from the faded freckles on his cheeks to the peach fuzz on his cheeks and the slightly darker hair above his lip. “Wish you could touch me.”

Trevor’s eyes grow wide and he chokes on his breath, coughing to cover it up. “Really?” He asks, his voice low and scratchy. “Here?”

You shake your head, giggling quietly. You press your hand to your lips to stifle the laughter. “Not here. In your room.”

Trevor bites his lip, eyes scanning your face. He leans down and takes a sip from your water bottle, his gaze looking down your body into your cleavage as he does so. “I have a present for you,” Trevor says. “Do you want it?”

Your eyes light up. You nod, feeling dizzy with the movement. “What is it?”

Trevor lifts you from his lap and stands, throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh out loud and Trevor excuses the two of you from the room, telling his friends to lock the doors behind them if they leave. 

Trevor tosses you onto the bed and you bounce a little before settling on your back, head propped up with a pillow. Trevor’s back is to you as he digs through his closet, mumbling to himself. He finds whatever it is that he’s looking for and turns around, to face you, with a slender little package between his fingers. 

“What is it?” You ask again. 

“It’s for my roadies,” Trevor supplies, tossing you the package. 

You sit up to catch it, turning the box over in your hand. You gasp. It’s a vibrator. You look up and see Trevor sitting in the chair across from the bed. He spreads his legs and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Can I watch you?” Trevor asks. 

“I want you to touch me,” You reply.

“I will,” Trevor assures you. A smile spreads over his face, revealing his teeth. “After I watch you come.”

“Trevor.”

“I want to see you, baby,” Trevor coos convincingly. “I want to see what I’m missing out on while I’m away.”

With shaking hands, you unbox the vibrator. It’s silicone, hot pink, and it’s got two parts– a smaller part that you assume rests on your clit, and a main part that you’re… supposed to pretend is Trevor’s dick? You look up at him again. 

“I thought that color would look so good with your skin tone,” Trevor says, his eyes focused on the vibrator in your hands. “I was right.”

You press the button at the top of the vibrator and it springs to life, on a slow but consistent level of buzzing. You feel the machine move in your hand, traveling up your arm. Again, you press it. And again. You go through all of the levels– all nine– before returning to the first.

“I’ve never used a vibrator before, Trev,” you say. 

“It’s just like when you touch yourself,” he replies. “You can’t do it wrong, baby.”

Still high, you ghost a hand over the front of your shorts and straighten at the contact. You’re not even holding the vibrator with that hand, but you jump regardless. 

“So pretty for me,” Trevor continues. “You’re gonna put on such a beautiful show, aren’t you?”

You moan at the way he bites his lip, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. 

“It’ll feel so good, Y/N. Those vibrations against your clit might even feel better than my tongue.”

“Never,” you whine, denying his claim. Nothing could be better than his tongue– his strong, knowing tongue. All you have is an unsure hand and a buzzing toy.

“Try it,” Trevor says, nodding along with his words, trying to encourage you. “You can do it. Talk me through it, baby. Tell me what you’re thinking about while you fuck yourself with your new toy.”

“Trevor,” you cry, throwing your head back with a pout. The humiliation is burning your skin, turning red and welted. You lay back on the pillows, hiding from your boyfriend.

“Do you need me to get you started?” Trevor asks. “I’ll tell you what I’m thinking.”

You hum, needing him.

“When you say my name like that, it reminds me of when I make you come,” Trevor tells you. “How you just can’t help yourself and you start screaming my name.”

Your jaw drops, Trevor’s boldness never failing to surprise you. 

“Take your pants off,” Trevor commands.

You shuck the offending articles of clothing off, throwing them at Trevor. It’s your one move, the one bratty, teasing moment that you’ll allow yourself. You may not know much when it comes to sex, but you know it bothers Trevor when your throw lands and blocks his brief vision. You know it’s part of the power thing he has going on.

Trevor snatches the clothing out of the air and tosses the bundle to the side. “Touch yourself.”

You wield the vibrator with a loose wrist, gauging the weight of it. You press the tip of it to your slit, then pull back. “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. You double check it, making sure the toy is on the lowest setting. It was. “That’s the lowest setting?” You ask aloud. 

Trevor chuckles from his spot in the chair. “You’ll get used to it. Put it on your clit, baby.”

You obey, the wider head of the vibrator against your clit but not fully on top of it. Your hips jump, trying to get away from the vibrations. You heave out a breath, your vision feeling heavy and blue at the edges. The vibrations against your clit feel overwhelming, especially in this state. It’s tingly, the same feeling you imagine you would feel if you were frolicking through a field of tall grass– with freshly shaven legs.

Your eyes drift closed as you push the vibrator against your clit again, harder this time. You sigh, melting into the pillows beneath you.

“How does it feel?” Trevor asks softly, not wanting to break you out of the zone you found yourself in.

“Weird,” you reply. “It’s… I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Is it good?”

“Not as good as you.”

Trevor groans, pushing the heel of his hand over the bulge in his sweatpants. “Tell me what you’re thinking about. Pretend I’m not here.”

“I’m thinking about you watching me,” you say. “That’s all I can think about right now.” You’re borderline complaining, angry that Trevor is so close but refuses to touch you. “And now I’m thinking that you didn’t even kick your friends out, that they could be listening to us. That’s not sexy.”

“Okay,” Trevor says. You hear him stand and cross to the door, opening it and closing it behind him. Muffled, through the wood, you hear him shout: “Get the fuck out! I’m trying to fuck my girl!”

“Trevor!” You admonish, blushing further. A little blossom of pride blooms in your chest at his protective tone. You reach down and spread your folds, rubbing the vibrator up and down your slit. 

When Trevor reenters the bedroom, he winks and resumes his position in the chair across from the bed.

“Thinking about your fingers,” you announce, pressing the tip of the vibrator to your hole, but not entering it. “So talented, Z.”

Trevor flushes, taken aback. You can’t see him, but it touches him that you say he’s talented before you say that he’s good looking. 

“Z, when…” You gasp. “When you made me ride your fingers on the boat, under the blanket.”

You arch your back, grinding against the vibrator. 

“When you were driving with one hand and I was sitting on your lap and you were fingering me with the other…”

You start to push the head of the vibrator into your pussy, just the tip, stretching you out.

“And all the boys were there, but they didn’t know. I never thought I’d be into that, but with you? You drive me crazy, Trev. You make me do all these things that I never thought I would, or that I never thought I wanted to.”

“Look at me,” Trevor says.

You open your eyes, gasping at the sight of him. He’s stripped himself of his shirt and pulled himself out of his pants, stroking his dick lazily at the sight of you. You zero in on his cock, sliding the vibrator further into you. The small prong of the vibrator presses against your clit and you whine. 

“Thinking about your cock,” you whimper. “How good it’ll feel when I finally take it. How good it’ll be for you, such a good reward after all your patience.”

Trevor’s mouth drops open and his head rolls back, exposing the long column of his neck to you. You bite your lip as his tattooed arm flexes with each pump of his hand. 

“How big you are,” you say, voice stronger than it has any right being. You pull the vibrator out, then push it back in. Warmth spreads over your body, starting at your core and reaching the tips of your ears. The pace you set for yourself is brutally teasing, with barely a brush over your g-spot at how slow you’re going. “It’s so warm, Trevor,” you describe. “I feel like I’m in a warm bath.”

“Imagine how you’d feel with something real inside you,” Trevor tells you. He fists his cock and you watch as precum blurts out of his tip. You clench down on the toy inside you, thinking about how it would feel as Trevor’s come leaks inside of you. 

You think about how his come might actually light a fire in you, cause you to glow.

“I’m so glad it’s you, Trevor,” you sigh, pulling the vibrator out and resting its length against your clit. Your hole stays open, stretched, and winks at him each time you pull yourself closer and closer to orgasm. You press the button on the vibrator by accident and it speeds up. Your legs lift off the bed and your toes curl, the satisfaction of the vibrations against your most sensitive spot creating a feeling so pleasurable that you could burst.

Your voice gets caught in your throat and you can’t help but close your eyes, tipping your head back and arching up into the contact. You might even let out a shriek when you start to come, but you’re so far away and lost in the pleasure, the idea of Trevor coming inside of you, that you don’t notice.

Trevor’s hands are on you before you even finish coming, two of his fingers stuffed inside your pussy and his cock rutting helplessly against your hip. The vibrator still presses against your clit, making you oversensitive and jumpy, but you can’t take it away. It’s too good, too much.

“Can’t wait to get my cock in you, baby,” Trevor all but growls. “You look so beautiful under me, don’t you? My good girl, my brave girl, fucking herself in front of me and telling me exactly what she’s thinking. Who knew you were such a slut for me, huh? First thing you think about when getting off is me finger-fucking you on the boat? Like I’m doing now? A shame you made me kick my friends out, if that’s the kind of thing you think about.”

“It’s different,” you squeal, abs clenching. Your pussy has gone almost starkly cold, but you can feel the orgasm building again– or maybe it’s the same one, and Trevor just prolonged it. You could still be coming. You don’t know.

“Mmm, yeah, that was in public,” Trevor muses. “You don’t want anyone to hear you in the safety of your own home.”

“Your home,” you correct, voice choked.

“Baby, you spend just as much time in this bed as I do.” Trevor curls his fingers, rubbing intensely over that one spot inside of you. He draws his fingers out and aims, the pads of his fingers pushing into you incessantly. 

The tilted smile as he says “baby” is what sends you over the edge. His voice is so soft, so caring, so Trevor that you can’t help but let your vision go white. Your legs are shaking and the vibrator falls away from your clit, but Trevor catches it and repositions it as you come. 

He’s shaking too, and quiet, vibrating with nervous energy when you come to. You can tell he’s got something to say, that he’s trying not to strip his cock and come all over you, and then you notice how wet the bed is beneath you.

“Did I…”

“You squirted,” Trevor moans out, his hand tight around the base of his cock. “Fuck, Y/N, that was so hot.”

“We’ll have to wash your sheets,” you deflect, your cheeks burning. A little embarrassment is fine, welcome even, but you’re falling apart. You came so hard that you released all over Trevor’s nice, new sheets. With a look at his tattooed arm, you can see that you released all over him as well.

“Don’t care,” Trevor says. He brings his hand up, the one covered in your juices, and tastes you. He moans again, licking up the wetness like a man starved. His hand starts to move over his cock again. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes lock with yours. “I want to see you do it again.”

“I can’t,” you reply nervously. 

“We’ll try until you can,” Trevor replies. “Fuck, if I don’t make you squirt on my cock, I’m a lunatic. That was sexy, baby.”

Your eyes drift down to his hand, his hard cock still bobbing away from his stomach. “How sexy?”

“I almost nutted just from grinding against you, that’s how sexy.”

You blush again, this time with a smile. “You know what I’m thinking about now?”

“What?” Trevor asks, his hips stuttering as he tries to keep himself under control.

You bite your lip, unsure. It’s so dirty, is the thing. It would make Trevor give up control, it would make you the one in charge, and while you don’t really want that, the picture in your head is just too pretty.

“Say it,” Trevor encourages.

“I’m thinking about how sexy it would be if you humped my cum stain until you came,” you say, the words rushing out of your mouth like a wave.

Trevor pauses in shock for only a moment and you think that he might laugh, he might call you a freak, but he doesn’t. He scrambles into position, lays between your legs with his head on your chest, and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth as he grinds down on the bedsheets. Your hands immediately fly to his hair and you gasp at Trevor’s each tingling suck.

He moans into your skin, his eyes falling closed as his hips drill into the bed. You can’t look away– this, here, is what he’d look like if he was fucking into you. It’s like you get to see it for the first time without experiencing it– like a test run. 

The wide expanse of his back ripples with each thrust, his skin tan and clear and beautiful. You run a hand over his shoulders, the other still playing with his hair. The dimples at the end of Trevor’s spine disappear and reappear on a constant loop.

He shivers when he finally comes, one of his hands playing with your clit just to touch it, the other grasping your thigh. 

You stay in that position, both of you breathing heavily, until Trevor makes his way up so that he’s level with your face. He drops a kiss on your nose, then on your mouth.

“That was so sexy,” he breathes out, kissing you again. “Love that you feel comfortable telling me what to do, baby.”

You let out a surprised laugh at that, relief washing over you. It suddenly hits you, just how tired you are and how sweaty from your antics. The vibrator is still going, buzzing its way to the corner of the bed and Trevor saves it before it falls off.

“Quick shower?” He asks. “Then bed?”

You can only hum in reply, and Trevor picks you up to take you to the joined bathroom, a gesture that you’ll never tire of.

note: HIIIIII i got carried away! happy monday! the streak continues! i want to update y'all on the timeline of this fic: so this is after everything else i've written and after a good amount of time has passed in their relationship, so they're SOON TO FUCK! assume that everything that happens in this story is consensual and has been discussed beforehand, except for the fact that reader gets horny when she's high. I think it's really funny that Trevor didn't know that. one thing about me? i loooooove a sexy high encounter. they're just so fun. more notes: trevor x small girl is coming! let me know if you want me to drop teasers along the way! we're about 5,500 words in now (and 87 more days to write, out of 90). also, let me know your takes on small towns because i want this to be sooo eclectic and silly and fun for us all. MORE notes: not sure what i'm going to write this week. i usually like to take a little time between inexperienced!reader blurbs, but who knows. maybe more requests. maybe an original. maybe a daddy kink...

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My Dragon Prince Boards season 6, episode 608

Hello, everyone!

Finally I have some time to write this! You can not imagine how demanding is to work making television shows, everything is for yesterday, haha!

Complains about work aside, it is time to talk about my last episode of season 6, episode 8. This one was... special.

I can say without a doubt that this was one of the most emotional episodes I have ever worked on. I cried every time I watched the animatic, and I cried again watching the final episode a few days ago.

I think is a lot of things together: a lot of important things happens, characters die, Katolis is destroyed, one of the quasars is fake! Aaravos!!! ... but also because I witnessed my team bring together their A game, telling this story in such a beautiful way.

I learned a lot from this episode, specially from my Unit Director, Mike Jones, who was in charge of boarding the "Hearts of Cinder" spell sequence; what a masterclass of emotion, storytelling and cinematography! I love Jason Simpson's performance during the show, but in particular in that sequence, and I think the boards took everything to a new level.

Now, let's go back to my sequences.

My first one was Soren going down to Viren to ask him to perform the spell. It was good to have this last interaction between both of them after all the work I did with the characters in 605.

There is a lot of subtle staging in this one. The way the light is hitting over their heads, how present in the screen the staff is; Viren's hesitance is something that I remember was important for me to portrait properly.

One of the things we talked a lot during this sequence was in how to use the light as narrative element. I was not interested in the classical reading of going into the light as "good" and shadows as "bad".

But light as hope, options, forgiveness, etc.

Viren walks away from the light when he gets offered the staff not because he is going "bad" but because he doesn't feel capable to do what he is being asked to do.

Soren is coming directly to him, removing his chains, giving him back his staff, asking him for help. But Viren hesitates.

And I think that that was a genius think for the script to call. Viren is not a man looking for the first chance to "redeem" himself. I am not even sure that he believes that he deserves that possibility.

But they are running out of time. The situation is dire, and as the light get blocked by the falling debris, the options are becoming clearer. Hope is dim, but there is something to do: Hearts of Cinder.

Viren, still full of doubts, explains to Soren why the spell is so hard to perform: the price is a human heart. A price that the Viren of the past would have pay with not second thought, but not the current one, no the one who understands the weight of dark magic.

But Soren has no doubts: "Take mine" I still have chills listening to the delivery of that line. And I think here is the moment Viren decided to sacrifice himself. While he is being consumed by doubt and fear, his son will is clear, Soren will do the right thing, even if that cost him his life.

And that is what Viren never had before. The willingness to sacrifice himself for the greater good. He looked at his reflection in Soren's golden heart and saw and answer, saw love, hope.

I just think is beautiful that Soren's conviction gave him the chance to do the right thing for once. Soren taught him the ultimate lesson.

I love this two so much.

My next sequence is a simple one, Terry and Claudia arriving to Katolis. I liked to draw Claudia's new hair. I wish I had more sequences with her in this season.

After this is Moon nexus time!

After all the drama with Viren and Soren the massage sequences felt a little silly, hahaha. but was fun to make.

I added the little detail of Rayla having issues landing, while Callum is just so good at it, haha. Fun to have their roles reversed for one, and Rayla being the clumsy one.

I like the moment when Lujanne ask them if they are a couple again and they exchange this nice look. I know that Rayllum is a huge thing in the fandom, and while they are not my type of ship (I am into the sapphics, you know) I think that they are pretty cute together, and Is always fun to make moments between them.

I just wanted to share with you this silly face, lol. Sometimes you draw things in boards that don't translate that well into the final show, but It is fun anyway, you want to inspire the animators to push the performance as much as they can.

Back to serious business. I love the shift when our heroes realized that there is only 2 quasars and 3 coins. Callums turn into Raylla knowing that this will destroy her. I really enjoy how the use of the lens to blur Lujanne in the Background creates this efect of hyperfocus on Callum and Rayla.

She is facing a terrible decision, who to save. So we move the camera to focus only on them. Is an intimate moment.

I like this framing, Rayla is in pain, crying, Callum is listening, but by the framing we can se that he is holding her. Callum is there for her, always.

And that is how I finished my last sequences of season 6, with Rayla crying.

Working on this season was one of the honors of my life. And I can wait to share with you how was making season 7, because was... A LOT, for sure! hahahaha.

Hope you like this! And feel free to ask if you have questions about the storyboard process!

And thanks for all the notes, comments and support! It is truly appreciated!

A little bonus:

Look a the cool crew jacket that Bardel gave us when we wrapped seasons 4 to 7! (Finally I can show it without making it an spoiler of the name of season 7!!)

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Home (is wherever I’m with you) -fic

Link to Art (chosen by Perz), (credits go to @buffkagome (anby ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚) on Twitter!): Sethos/Scaramouche

Summary (by Perz): Just them being lovey dovey, ticklish boyfriends :)

Perz: Another submission by @vaporized-dimsum! This time a fic! I want to express my gratitude and deep thanks to her for this gift and allowing me to post it here for all of you to enjoy! Couldn’t stop kicking and crying at how cute this was, so aah!

Word Count: 2609

Also on AO3!

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The Temple of Silence, as one might expect, is a quiet place. Wanderer is quick to grow fond of it compared to the racket of The Akademiya. And of course, seeing Sethos in his home and amongst his friends and family was a pleasant sight too. Not that he would ever tell him that though.

The elders adored him and were always fussing over whether he was eating enough, and the kids never seemed to leave him alone. Since Wanderer was to remain in Sethos’ presence for the duration of his stay, that meant he was fussed over and never left alone either. It was… nice.

Playing with children was like a muscle he hadn’t stretched in a long time. Still, even after centuries it felt as though it was second nature.

Sethos’ heart swelled watching Wanderer interact with the little ones. Letting them play with his hat (no, he wasn’t jealous at all), bringing him things to levitate with his Anemo Vision, chasing him as he hovered away at a slow pace. The cherry on top was the sweet sweet smile on Wanderer’s face that he managed to hide pretty well until the very end. Sethos likened it to catching a shooting star for witnessing it himself.

“What’s that look for?” He muttered when the elders called the children to them.

Ah. He’d been caught staring again. Sethos chuckled. “You’re good with kids. It’s real cute.”

“Hmph. They’re simple creatures, easily entertained. It’s not difficult to manage them.”

Sethos opened his mouth to quip but a little one had called his name. He turned and got down on one knee as they approached him. Wanderer let himself stare now that his back was turned. The intricately styled braids in his curly hair. The gold accessories and freckles. Down past his broad shoulders to his spine where his clothes parted into a tasty back wind—

Oh?

Sethos patted the child on their head as he graciously accepted the golden Sumeru roses they had gifted him. One for him, and one for their guest. He was pretty sure this little one had developed quite a puppy crush on Wanderer too. Sethos grinned watching them go. He totally knew that feeling.

“Wow, Hat Guy. You’re popular wherever you g- IIEHEHE—!”

The squeal bounced off the four walls and left a deathly silence in its wake. Both green and indigo eyes were wide with surprise, but Wanderer’s were quick to narrow deviously.

“What was that all about?” He asked with the innocence of a kitten despite his curled fingers.

Sethos cleared his throat and stood up clumsily, “A-Ah, well one of the little ones entrusted me with gifting this to you. Pretty, isn’t it?”

He shows Wanderer the gold rose and to his relief, it actually does distract him. Temporarily anyway. Enough that Sethos, against his better judgement, comes closer to tuck it behind his ear.

“It looks good on you with your dark hair.”

Wanderer feels his face grow warm, “If you say so.”

Like magnets, they draw closer to each other until their lips nearly brush.

“Was that you I heard laughing, Sethos?” Said one of the adults in passing.

The two of them broke away swiftly, cheeks burning. “U-Uh, yeah! Just me!”

The woman in the doorway chuckled, “It’s been awhile, hearing you get all giggly like that. Your grandfather loved to tickle you and cuddle you when you were small. It was so cute!”

“Really?” Wanderer echoed.

Oh no.

“Tell me more. Sounds pretty interesting.”

Sethos waved his hands wildly, “H-Haha! Okay well that’s nice! You can go now, Aunty!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop embarrassing our great and glorious leader.” She bowed to them and as she walked away, she looked over her shoulder, “And to our kind guest, do be gentle with him. He really never outgrew how ticklish he is.”

Sethos gawked at the absolute betrayal by one of his own people. Desert aunties didn’t mess around. Sure she probably changed his diapers and bathed him but—

But he didn’t have much time to dwell on it with Wanderer’s eyes pinned to him. “Never outgrew it, huh?”

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Can’t we talk about something else? Or… finish what we started?”

Wanderer’s hands instinctively tug his shirt to pull Sethos closer for the kiss he didn’t get but he stops him halfway, “Not here. We can go to my room.”

“How scandalous.”

“Well if you don’t want me to kiss you, you’re welcome to not come with me.”

Wanderer rolls his eyes and follows after him. The living quarters are like a labyrinth of hallways but Sethos navigates them with no troubles. His room is full of leathery books, a few TCG decks, colorful handmade quilts, and a blooming mini succulent garden- courtesy of his friends, no doubt. It’s a bit messy, but full of life and an irresistible coziness. Wanderer feels right at home here despite this being his first time stepping foot in it.

Sethos now tugs on his wrists and sits him on his bed before diving in to kiss him silly. Wanderer can’t get a word out about how desperate and hot and bothered he’s acting but he doesn’t mind one bit. Being caged between his arms and eaten alive has never felt so wonderful.

Wanderer laces their bodies as close together as possible, and eventually, his fingers trail down his back to that sweet patch of exposed skin and—

Sethos all but squeals in his mouth. When he breaks away with wide crescent eyes, there’s a thin string of spit connecting them.

“Oh, I’m gonna devour you.” Wanderer growls playfully, licking his lips.

He doesn’t know how but Sethos quickly finds himself hoisted onto the bed and pinned under him. He hardly gets any protest in before that awful fluttery sensation runs all over his exposed lower back. And with Wanderer seated on his legs, he’s not going anywhere anytime soon no matter how badly it tickles.

And it’s bad.

“GYAHAAHAHAH- wait- wait! Not there! Not- baahahahah!”

He muffles his laughter in his pillows and blankets. Wanderer doesn’t know if he likes that or loves it. Sethos flails his limbs uselessly when he switches from fluttering to pinching and spreading the skin along the knobs of his spine. And when he scoots down to press into what’s practically his tail bone— that gets him howling.

“AHCK- oh SHIHIHIIHIHHIT! Hat- Hat GAHAHAAHAHAAHUY! I can’t!”

“Can’t what?”

“CAHAHAHAHAAHN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT! PLEHEHEEHHEHEASE, IT’S BAHAHAD!! IT’S SO BAAHAD!!!”

“Is it?”

“YEHEHEHES!”

“That’s a shame. I quite like this spot. You’ll just have to deal with it, little bee.”

“Nohohoho! Ihit’s really —KYAA!! WHAT IS THAHAAHAHAHAT?!”

“A dusk bird feather that I found in this book.”

“Jeheherk! I was using thahat as a bookm- MM! Mhmhmhmhm, stohohohop ihihihit! Lehemme tahahahalk! Honeehehey!!”

The soft plume licked and curled against his back, and his giggling was sickeningly sweet when it came to feathery tickles… Wanderer scoffed, “I’m barely even touching you.”

“Bahahaharely touchihihing is still touchihing!”

“Hah. That aunty of yours was right. What would your followers think if they heard their dignified leader giggling his pretty little head off, hmm?”

Sethos whined as he pressed his face further into his pillow and hugged it tightly, shaking his head in protest. The curves of his ears were burning up.

“No point in hiding it, little bee. I’m about to make you buzz nice and loud.”

He’d hardly processed what Wanderer said, let alone how it made him feel. Actually, that happened a lot faster. Because suddenly, his fingers were scribbling viciously into his armpits and Sethos screeched.

“NAHAAHAHAHAHAHHA! OH, MERCY!! HONEY!!! MERCEEHEEHEEY!!!!”

“I’m afraid I’m not much of a merciful guy.”

“ARCHOHONS! PLEHEHEASE!! I’LL BEG- IHI’LL BEHEHEG!!!”

“Oh? I do like the sound of that. Go on then. Beg me.”

He thrashed from side to side, pinning his arms down and trapping Wanderer’s hands in that tortuous spot. No matter where he went, the sensation followed. Unbearable and so so good, although he was pretty sure whatever words he did manage to get out weren’t in any intelligible language.

For all his bucking and twisting though, Wanderer decided to sit up just enough so Sethos flopped bonelessly onto his back before he locked him in place beneath him once more. He squeaked in protest as Wanderer stole the breath right out of his lungs. His tongue against his, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip, he felt like he truly was being devoured.

And he never wanted it to stop.

If he wasn’t human, would he be able to kiss Wanderer forever too? Without needing to breathe?

Sethos weakly clutched Wanderer’s wrists as his hands cupped his face, pulling with no strength whatsoever, “Hah- Hon’- please… air. Ngh— air. Can’t bre…hah…”

Wanderer pulled away and was convinced he could get off on just the sight of him. The dizzied and delirious look on his face. Warm brown skin and teary green eyes glittering like emeralds. That stupid stupid smile, shiny and red with spit and bites. His chest heaving.

What a sight to behold.

Sethos hiccuped, “Now w-who’s the one sta-aring?”

Wanderer caressed his face gently, thumbing over his cheekbone and puffy bottom lip until Sethos swiped his tongue against his skin playfully. Then hiccuped again. Cheeky brat.

“Looks like you’ve still got some fight in you.”

Even the buzz of his words against his lips tickles. Sethos licks the seam of Wanderer’s mouth, hiccups, and grins.

“I could do this all day, honey.”

“Figured you’d say that. Now let’s do something about those hiccups.”

Wanderer’s hands slide down his face and along the rise and fall of his chest. The hills and valleys of each rib under his coasting thumbs makes Sethos chortle desperately. And when Wanderer presses into the dimples of his hips, he all but melts.

“You like this spot, little bee?” Wanderer asks playfully with his spidery scribbly touch.

“Noho-HIC —I lohove ihih—HIC- it!”

Oh it’s awful. Sethos’ hips jitter and jump the more his hands draw inward towards his crotch. There’s a pulse point on an artery there. Humans, Wanderer knew, were chock full of weak spots.

And Sethos is endearingly human.

“Aww, thahahanks, honey. Tha—HIC—t’s real sweeheet.”

Wanderer blinked, he must’ve said that last part out loud. He stills his fingers and finally lets Sethos catch his breath.

Soon enough, Sethos crawls into his lap and plops his head on his thighs like a spoiled kitty cat. He sighs so contently, like Wanderer was the comfiest spot in the whole wide world. He nearly purrs when Wanderer runs his fingers through his hair.

“Mmm… that feels so good. Keep going please.”

“Pfft. This is how you treat your guests? Shouldn’t you be spoiling me?”

“Was obliterating me not enough? You’re the spoiled one.”

Wanderer rolls his eyes, continuing to massage his scalp and caress his face. He scoots back so they’re both more comfortable and now also blanketed. The boy in his lap might as well be a sentient pile of slime condensate.

“Honey’s skin’s so smooth…” Sethos coos, “And cool to the touch, too.”

He nuzzles Wanderer’s inner thigh with his cheek before humming a pleased sigh. In an instant, the sensation makes Wanderer clip his face between his legs, making them both yelp.

“I was so comfy…” He whines, “What’s wrong?”

Before Wanderer can even answer, to his dismay, Sethos puts the pieces together all too quickly. “Wait a minute-“

“No.”

“Are you?”

“I’m not.”

He’d responded too quickly both times, telling Sethos everything he already knew.

“You are, aren’t you! You lied! I knew you were lying!!”

Wanderer backs away to the foot end of the bed but it doesn’t put much distance between them before Sethos squishes him beneath his torso. Those green eyes are sparkling with a newfound discovery and revitalized mischief.

“You lied.” He states confidently.

“Like I’ve never done that before.” Mutters Wanderer, “Get. Off. Don’t you DAHARE—“

The weight he put in his elbows topples Wanderer the moment Sethos’ hands slide under his shorts and squeeze. The tingling ripples out from his thighs like his laughter in the room.

“FUHUCK! Sehethos!! Get ohoff! No- HYAH!”

He bonks his head against the footboard and then Sethos’ head too when he wedges his way into the crook of his neck. So close to the Electro mitsudono on his nape. The raspberry Sethos planted sparked his nerves into haywire.

“You keep your secrets close to your chest, huh?” Sethos grins. “Lucky for you, I’m great at keeping secrets!”

“Pihihiss ohohoff! Get your lips ohoff of mehehehe!!”

One raspberry twines into another all along his neck. And as it turns out, that weak spot on Sethos’ hips is just another thing they both share, his fingers climbing higher and higher into his shorts to scribble at it.

“Who’s got the most kittenish little meow meow laugh? Honey does! Honey does!” Sings Sethos, blowing gentle puffs against Wanderer’s ears.

“Shuhut uhup! Stuhupid little BEEHEEHEE!! NAHAAHAHAHAHA!”

“Huh, never realized your shorts have cutouts here.”

His hands felt so nice gripping his little waist, and yet all Wanderer could do was throw his head back laughing helplessly, “SETHOS! Dohohon’t! STOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!!”

“Don’t stop it? You know I’d never deny my honey anything.”

In addition to the warm glow of his cheeks, Sethos noticed certain patterns on Wanderer’s skin began to glow as well. Up his arms and legs, converging at his chest and even twining around his neck too.

“So pretty…!” He murmured enchantedly.

His fingertip traces along the patterns of light on his skin, following them everywhere they led. They seem to shine even brighter as he did so. And Wanderer’s giggles so adorably, Sethos almost stops.

Almost.

“Cuhuhut it ohout! Whehere do youhu thihink youhu’re touchihing?”

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter!” Cooed Sethos, “Do you light up when you’re feeling something intensely?”

“Ihintehense annohoyahahance, maybeheehee!”

“Aww but you seem like you really love being touched like this. You get all giggly and kittenish.”

If Sethos didn’t know any better, he might’ve briefly thought Wanderer was glowing pink. It seemed that this was Wanderer’s fear because he was quick to wriggle just enough out of Sethos’ arms to flop onto his stomach. In his worming away though, Sethos spotted the source of all his enchantment. The mitsudono on his nape.

“Ohh, is this where all the light comes and goes from?” Ponders Sethos, “Can I touch you here?”

“Haven’t you touched me enough?” Wanderer grumbles.

He spots Sethos move his hands away from him and even begin to give him some space. So his shit eating grin makes him want to forcibly remove Sethos from his own bed when Wanderer drags his hand back to his shoulder.

His hair covers some of the mitsudono, and Wanderer shivers when Sethos gently brushes it to the side. He’d always been aware of how the mark branded him. Sometimes it even felt like hot iron pressing into his skin. So when Sethos gently pecks it, Wanderer can’t help but jolt.

“Did that hurt?” Asks Sethos worriedly.

Wanderer buries his head in Sethos’ blankets. The scent of him nearly drowns out his boyfriend’s voice. He shakes his head.

“No, it didn’t. It… felt nice.”

Sethos sighed with relief, “Oh good. I’m glad. In that case…”

Wanderer’s shoulders jump as Sethos spoons him and smushes his lips against his nape. “Mwah mwah mwah!”

He clearly has no intentions of letting him go with how tangled together their limbs are. “Quihihit it!” Wanderer scoffs, “Araharen’t youhu tired of thihis yet?”

Sethos hums happily against his skin, “Of you? Never.”

[sunnysidesevenup]

“I’m not the type to beg someone else to grant my wishes.”

When I stumbled across @angelwishess fairy tale themed event I knew immediately I had to draw something for it, so I flipped a coin to decide which oc to draw lmao. Arlo it is!

And his outfit colors are suspiciously familiar, haha…. There’s definitely no significance behind that.

Voice lines, notes, and the background image under the cut!

Home, login: Usually I’d be upset waking up somewhere I didn’t go to sleep, but I suppose I can forgive if it’s for a party.

Home transition 1: Vil and Floyd are here too, so at least I won’t be bored.

Home transition 2: I wish I had my camera, the plants—I mean, the architecture would make a good picture. Or the people, I guess. If I had to.

Home transition 3: I’m good at dancing when it comes to being at home, but land dancing is different. It’s a bit annoying having Vil judge me, so I don’t think I’ll even try tonight.

Home Tap 1: What would I wish for? I don’t believe in wishes magically coming true, so nothing. You think I’m lying so I don’t have to tell you? Ha! Maybe.

Home Tap 2: Neige is here? Why would I care about that? You might need to get checked for brain damage.

Home Tap 3: I don’t really trust fae party food, so I forced Floyd to eat some first. He’s not enslaved or anything, so I guess it’s fine.

Home Tap 4: This outfit is nice, but it’s a little form fitting. I prefer looser clothing—but it’s alright to mix it up every now and again.

Home Tap 5: Begging someone else to grant my wish? Like I’d do something so pathetic.

Set to Home Screen: Mysterious parties and wish granting fae… yeah, this might be fun.

Notes!!

okay yes the outfit is inspired by snow white’s colors. can you blame me? I had to

I mayyyyyyy draw a card for neige too. possibly. it would be fun and I’m motivated entirely by my own amusement at all times, so

I tried drawing the outfit in lighter pastels first, but Arlo is definitely a darker color kind of guy. It just works better with his hair!! why’d I give him hair like that!!!

my boy is loving the accessories on this outfit SO MUCH. he won’t tell anyone that though

Finally, here’s the background image!!! I drew it myself, so if anyone likes it I give permission to use it lmao. backgrounds aren’t my strong suit but I can’t get better if I don’t at least practice—so I think it’s decent?? maybe???

[kaeyx]

Haha more Yan!Chuuya

Except this time you're perfectly okay with being kidnapped (let's be honest if it was him we'd all be chill with it)

A groan snaps him out of his thoughts and Chuuya leans closer, watching as your face screws up and you grimace. He can imagine you have a pretty bad headache, what with all the shit still in your system. You sniff and blink your eyes open, one hand reaching up to rub them and making him swim into view.

He sits next to you, watching as you sleep, holding your hand. It had been so, so easy, it worried him. What if the person slipping you that drug hadn't had good intentions? Chuuya shudders at the thought. You'd been so vulnerable, so exposed... he was so lucky. You hadn't been snatched up by someone else, someone who could hurt you.

"Chuuya?" You groan, moving to get up.

"Yeah, it's me. Don't move too much, I've got painkillers." A hand on your shoulder guides you back onto the pillows of his bed, and he hands you the promised paracetamol which you take gladly.

"What... where am I?"

His heart seizes. You're just so beautiful, turning to him for help and advice, lying in his bed, in his room; Chuuya wishes he could keep this moment forever. But there's also dread in his stomach. What does he tell you? How does he explain what he's done?

You sit up and he doesn't stop you, hearing the clink of the manacle on your ankle. The sound stops, and he knows you've seen it too.

"Chuuya.....can I leave?"

He chews the inside of his cheek, unable to look you in the eye. "I can't let you do that."

There's silence for a few long seconds, only interrupted by the heart hammering wildly in his ears. Will you yell? Hit him? Beg for him to let you go? Chuuya knows he'd deserve it. He feels the bedsheets shift as you draw your knees to your chest, and braces himself.

"And...." your voice is neutral, tentative, "you'll take care of me?"

"Always," he promises immediately, looking back up at you without even considering what expression you might be wearing. "I promise."

You're chewing the inside of your mouth, brows drawn together in a pretty little frown. Chuuya wishes he could kiss the worry off your face, he wishes there was another way to guarantee you wouldn't be ripped away from him. Your throat bobs and you reach out, tentatively, fingers brushing against his cheek.

"You'll keep me. You'll stay with me?" Chuuya can practically hear the gears turning in your head. Your skin feels so nice against his. He wonders why you're not yelling yet.

"Yes," he responds, quiet, heart in his throat.

"You could have just asked."

Chuuya laughs, a little hysterical. "Yeah no problem! Mind if I kidnap you and keep you locked up so nobody can hurt you?"

You laugh too, a sound he'd been so ready to never hear again, tugging on the front of his shirt. He leans forward and lets his elbows rest on the bed, looking up at your smile. It's even better up close.

With another tug and a muffled moan of surprise your lips meet his, one of your hands sliding into his hair and grabbing a fistful of the auburn strands. Chuuya whines, giving in to the impulse to throw his arms around your hips and dragging himself as close to you as he can, heat spearing through his stomach as he feels you groan into his mouth. Barely pulling back he swings a leg up onto the bed and across yours, settling on top of you as he chases your lips again, hands grasping at your shoulders and waist.

You let your hands fall onto the pillow, looking up at him in breathless excitement. His hands grasp yours, threading your fingers together and pressing them against your chest. His hair is falling in thick waves around his face, pink covering his face, and he's panting a little.

"Please tell me it's real," you breathe.

Chuuya laughs, leaning down again. "I could say the same thing."

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Morning surprises [S. R.]

wc: 1.1k

warnings: mentions of depression (Reid) and season 10 spoilers, and I think this is like gn(? I'm not good at writing it, but I think this time no genre is mentioned, haha

Hey! A while ago I looked at this drawing and asked @lilliesthings for permission to write something related to it. I hope you like it and please give yourself a chance to look at their art, they are great!

When you entered the bullpen it was apparently empty, as expected given the early hour.  You were feeling particularly energetic that morning because of the walk you had taken and the shower after that, coupled with the coffee you had in your hand, was the perfect combination to wake you up completely.

You had decided on a light outfit for that day, just a white formal shirt and beige pants, and you were about to settle down at your desk when a strange lump caught your attention.  It was a person crouching under a desk and upon recognizing the mismatched pair of socks on the man’s feet you fell to your knees without thinking.

“Reid?”  you asked worriedly, while one of your hands went towards his torso to pat him and the other looked for the pulse line on his neck.

You noticed that he was wearing the same clothes as the day before and the mere idea that he had passed out in the night and no one had noticed made you feel nauseous, but your fear dissipated when he opened his eyes and looked around in bewilderment.

“Huh, hello…” he greeted you, squinting as if he was getting used to the sudden lighting.

“Jesus Christ, Spencer, are you okay?  What happened?”

“I fell asleep,” he murmured with all the naturalness in the world.

You leaned closer to him to help him sit up, holding his back with one of your hands while he rubbed his eye with his fist and let out a yawn.

“That’s obvious,” you half laughed. “But why didn’t you come home?”

Spencer was silent, not knowing what to answer.  You already knew the answer, but you didn’t want to make it so obvious.  It was obvious that he was affected by the recent discovery of the death of Agent Gideon, whom you had never met, but from Derek’s mouth you knew that he had been an important pillar in your friend’s life.  You saw him walking through the hallways with his shoulders hunched and his gaze lost, as if he were the ghost.  And you had to admit that after so many years living with him it was difficult to ignore his obvious suffering.

The man’s golden hair was disheveled and without thinking you reached out a little to comb it lovingly, which made him smile.  You were only a couple of years older than Spencer but that hadn’t stopped the boy from developing certain feelings for you.

Maybe not as a crush, but as… Admiration?  A deep affection?  Maybe a feeling of security with you?

Part of him was grateful that you had found him and he didn’t even know when he had curled up to fall asleep.  Even if the hardness of the floor had hurt his body, it was the first time in a week that he slept properly.

“I don’t know, I think I was just late for the subway,” he justified, shrugging his shoulders.

You readjusted yourself from your kneeling position to sit on the floor next to him, smiling kindly and nodding at his response, although you weren’t entirely convinced.

“When that happens you can tell me, you know?”

“I know”

“Well it doesn’t look like it,” you said playfully, while patting his clothed leg.

“What are you doing here so early, anyway?”  he asked to avoid the topic, since he had already looked at the clock on the wall to check that it wasn’t check-in time yet.

“Oh, I wanted to feel productive this morning and went for a walk.”

“That’s great, did you know that starting the day with a walk, at least 20 minutes, fills the body with energy for the entire day?  This effect is proven by studies, which say that by walking outdoors we experience more vitality and energy than those people who walk indoors.  Plus it allows you to burn calories.”

“You could join me for a day if you want,” you offered gently.

You knew what it was like to deal with depression, and you knew that although in that situation your body is screaming at you that you can’t lift a finger, you also knew that it was good to have a friend to help you clear your mind from time to time.

“Sports activities and I don’t get along very well, so to speak”

“We can just go for a walk.  Without sporting intention, just appreciate the panorama. And then come here.

You just said it, so we will have energy for the day.”

There was an illusion in your eyes that he didn’t want to ruin, but he knew that lately he couldn’t trust his own mood.

“I will think about it”

“Think about it very carefully, I don’t want to come and find you here anymore” you murmured and he smiled with sealed lips “I’m serious, Spencer.

If you need something, anything, just tell me, okay?”

He knew it, but he enjoyed hearing you say you supported him that way.  And he wanted to be good enough for you.

“Right now I might need help standing up,” he joked, as the bags under his eyes lifted into a smile.  You stood up in one motion, then extended your hand to him to help him imitate you “I must look terrible, right?”

“A little,” you smiled, refusing to lie to him just to make him feel better, and despite that you added, “But you still look handsome.”

Your friend blushed softly and you saw him look away, as if that would get rid of your compliments that he thought were benevolent but were sincere.  One of your hands traveled to adjust his tie and the other shook off some dirt that was on his shoulder.

“Can I hug you?”  he asked suddenly.

The question surprised you but you knew that you would never deny him that, so you just smiled and extended your arms to surround his waist.

You felt the man sigh at your touch and return it with more force, making you suspect that he really needed that hug.  Maybe that was the way you could help him deal with his pain, simply holding him lovingly when he needed it and letting him go when he didn’t.

“Do you know he will cheer you up?” you murmured happily, separating yourself to look at him “A coffee.”

“One of the few things that keeps me sane in life,” he sighed and you laughed.

Spencer thought about adding that you were another one of those things, but he preferred to remain silent.

Without asking him anything, you lowered your hand to hold his and pulled him in the direction of the small kitchen, hoping that the drink would be enough to warm his heart, not knowing that your gentle grip was already accomplishing that task.

taglist: @navs-bhat @reidwritings @tricia-shifting14 @spencerslove @instabull @rhiannonhippiegirl @r-3dlips @missabsey @Olivia’s-25

[itwasthereaminuteago]

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.“ with Matt Murdock ??

Little bit of voyeurism snuck in there, hope that's okay, haha!

Fuck, you mutter under your breath, your fingers blindly furrowing through Matt's hair as he buries his head between your thighs.

"ohh-" you softly whimper as the tip of his tongue snakes in a frustrating circle around your clit.

This time you felt him grinning against your pussy before he pulls away for a moment to tease you more.

"oh c'mon sweetheart, I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

You glare down at him, knowing he can sense the weight of your stare. "And I'm sure Frank, who may I remind you is asleep next door, would appreciate that?"

The pair of you had let him crash on the couch before he was due to head off across the country later that morning.

Matt chuckles, "he's awake" he tells you, before peppering kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, cocking his head as you sigh deeply in response. "and I think he's enjoying the show."

You freeze. "What-"

You're cut off as he dives back in, swiping a firm wide stripe up through your dripping folds and then flicking repeatedly over that bundle of nerves at the apex, sucking on it and making it swell.

You can't help but cry out, clamping your legs around his ears and bucking your hips against his mouth as he draws you rapidly up to your peak again. "oh god, ohh Maaaaatt!"

"Mm that's it baby, let him know how good I make you feel."

He encourages you to use him, his hands kneading against your ass and pulling you even closer, relentlessly chasing more of your desperate sounds in the midst of this sudden ridiculous peacocking competition. But you don't care, because he's right. He makes you feel like you're flying and like you'll explode all at once, and you definitely can't keep quiet about it.

"Yes, oh fuck yes! rightthererightthererightthereohmattohfuuuckkk-"

Matt hums against you as you cum screaming on his mouth, lapping up everything you have to give, letting you shudder and shake until you're completely spent before he's moving over you, pressing another loud moan from your throat as he pushes the fat head of his cock inside you.

You whimper and moan at every deep thrust, your fingers tugging at the sheets and his hair, clawing his back, wherever you could reach.

"give me one more sweetie," he groans against your neck, already worked up and close to cumming from the pleasure he gets from eating you out. "I know you can give me another... and make it loud."

He fucks you hard with such a punishing pace and it's all you can do to hold on and take it. The friction of his pelvis grinding against you and the idea that someone, that Frank, was in the next room likely getting off on the two of you was enough to send you crashing over the edge again in no time.

You barely hear Matt praising you repeatedly over the high volume of your moans as he pulses and spills at the sensation of the clenching velvet walls of your cunt with a few final erratic thrusts.

His head drops to the crook of your neck and you smile against his cheek. "Loud enough for you, Mr Murdock?" you inquire, breathing heavily, the two of you still entangled in each other.

He tilts his head towards the door. "Enjoy the show, Frank?"

There's a low grunt from the other side of the door. "Fuck you both."

"maybe next time..." You call back in response, raising Matt's eyebrows to his hairline as you grin and kiss him on the tip of his nose.

"you started it."

[avalil18]

I love you, I promise (pt2)

Summary:you decide to hang out with your childhood best friend after he had surgery but little did you know what would happen.

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I fell asleep in joes arms last night and I don’t think I’ve ever had a better sleep in my life! Joe is like my comfort blanket. He is there when I’m sad, angry, happy, and all the above. He is my best friend. But I over heard something last night that I can’t get out of my head. “And Joe take good care of her like I know you will. I know you love her and to afraid to ruin your friendship but I see the way she looks at you and you should tell her, don’t be scared.” Robin said. Joe loves me! And not in a best friend way. I don’t know what to think. I have always had feelings towards him but I could never say anything because of possibly ruining our friendship.

The sun was shining in joes room as I woke up in his big comfortable arms. I was laying my head in his chest with my hand on his stomach and a big, white, soft throw blanket over us. After just laying in joes arms for a while he woke up. I started drawing shapes on his abdomen as he was waking up.

“Good morning”-joe

“Good morning j”-you

“How did you sleep?”-joe

Great! You?”-you

“Amazing! I don’t think I’ve gotten a good night sleep in a while.”-joe

“Good!”-you

Joe started moving his fingers all over my back. Drawing shapes like I was on his stomach. It gave me butterflies all around. I didn’t want to get up, just wanted to stay in his embrace forever.

“Are your parents still here?”-you

“I don’t think so. I heard the door close early this morning. They are probably driving back. I think since they know that you are over that you can probably help me around the house.”-joe

“Haha, probably!”-you

“What time is it?”-you

Joe moved his arm with the other hand on my back. He picked up his phone.

“8:30”-Joe

“Ok.”-you

I looked up at him. As he moved back from putting his phone back he looked at me and we locked eyes. After a few seconds I said something trying not to stare for to long

“We should get up.”-you

“Oh, uh yeah.”-joe

I moved out of his embrace and planted my feet onto the carpet and walked into the bathroom. I keep some stuff here since I come over all the time. I have my own little drawer. I got my toothbrush and brushed my teeth. Once I was done with that I brushed my hair and went out into the closet. I also have a drawer in there. I picked out my OSU sweatpants and my Lululemon align sports bra. Joe walked in just as I was walking out.

“Hey! If you don’t mind, do you think you can help me put my pants on?”-joe

I laughed

“Sure!”-you

He walked to his side and also picked out some OSU sweatpants and a tied died green shirt that almost looked like stained bleach. Oh this boy and his clothes I thought.

“I just need you to balance and help me take off the brace.”-joe

“Ok! I can do that!”-you

I walked over to him and bended down to take off his brace. He sleeps with a brace sometimes but usually puts a cast on. I unwrapped the Velcro and slipped the brace off and put it on the tiny island in the middle of his big closet.

“Here put your arm on me and I will open the pants. Got it, burrow?”-you

“Yes ma’am!”joe

“Haha, good!”-you

He put his arm on my shoulder and I opened the pant waist. He was in his boxers and the green shirt. He slipped one of his legs then the other. He pulled them up. I looked at him and smiled and Joe gave an even bigger smile back.

“Great teamwork!”-you

I said giving him a high five.

“Teamwork makes the dream work!”-joe

We laughed and made our way out the closet and down the stairs to the kitchen. I helped Joe down the stairs hand in hand. I helped him sit down on one of the kitchen stools and then decided to make breakfast.

“What do you want to eat?”-you

“Um, how about some eggs and bacon?”-joe

“Sounds good to me!”-you

I turned on the stove and got to cracking the eggs. As I was doing so I could feel joes ocean eyes on me. It made me blush but I had to focus on making a good breakfast.

“So, are you staying with me today?”-joe

I turned around to look at him.

“Um, I think so! I have to help you around the house and help you clean. This place is a mess!”-you

“Yeah, it definitely needs cleaning! But im happy I get to spend time with you.”-joe

My cheeks got rosy red

“Haha! Well I’m happy to spend time with you too!”-you

I winked and turned around to place the eggs and bacon on the plates.

“Here you go!”-you

“Damm y/n, this looks amazing!”-joe

“Joe, it’s just eggs and bacon.” - you laughed

“Yeah! But you put stuff in your food that makes it taste good!”-joe

“You mean seasoning?”-you

“Yeah! That’s it!”-joe

We laughed

“I can tell you cook!”-you say sarcastically

“Hey! I’m actually a very good cook!”-joe

“Sure, if you say so burrow.”-you

He smirked at me and I smiled back which made us both laugh. I loved being in joes company. He makes me feel safe and loved.

After breakfast I got to cleaning the dishes as Joe sat on the couch watching ESPN. I looked over at him as I loaded the dishwasher. God is he perfect. Once done with that I decided to clean the counters and the dinner table. The dinner table was filled with get well cards and Bengals playbooks. I moved those and got to spraying then wiping down the glass table.

After a few hours of wiping down surfaces, putting stuff in the washer and dryer, and changing sheets it was finally time to wind down. Joe was still in the same spot on the couch. He didn’t really move around a lot. Only when we got sushi for lunch and ate at the table and going to his office downstairs in his big basement.

“Hey you!”-joe

“Hi!”-you

I sat next to him and Joe put the throw blanket around my legs as he was watching UFC.

“Thanks for helping me out today. I really appreciate it y/n.”-joe

We turned to each other starring into each others eyes

“Of course Joe! I’m always here to help you!”-you

He smiled.

“I have something to show you!”-joe

“Really! What is it?”-you

“Well help me up and I will show you!”-joe

I laughed forgetting that he needs help. I got up and put my hands out. Joe put his hands in mine and slowly got up. When we got up and started walking out into his backyard through the sliding door we kept our hands locked in. My heart was racing. I don’t know what he wanted to show me.

As we got outside and starred into the dark sky joe looked up into space.

“Do you remember when we would go to our spot on that hill and look into the sky once every year?”-joe

“Yeah! When Jupiter and Venus collide!”-you

“Yeah exactly! Well this year they are closer together than like ever before!”-joe

“Really! That’s awesome! And of course you know that! You really are a physics nerd!”-you

He smirked down at me

“What! It’s true!”-you

I smiled back at him. He then took my hand and pointed at Jupiter and Venus.

“That’s them!”-joe

“Wow!”-you

I was mesmerized! Joe always made me look into the night sky with him and look at stars all through out our childhood.

As I was looking up Joe looked at me. I was still very captivated by the planets that I didn’t look back. Right there and then he put his hand on my cheek and turned my head and kissed me. I was shocked! Joe kissed me! I felt his hands move up my waist and to my back. I moved my arms to his neck and my fingers were In his hair. We were probably kissing for about 30 seconds before we pulled back.

“God you don’t know how long I’ve been meaning to do that y/n.”-joe

I looked up at him with so much love in my eyes

“You’re my world y/n. Mostly everything that has made me, me was you. You have been my best friend ever since second grade. You were wearing your pink dress with a white bow in your hair and playing in your front yard. I came over to you and asked if I can play with you and of course you happily said yes. Ever since then I have been in love with you. I know it took me a long time to say it but there it is. I love you y/n, always have and always will.”

I was speechless but then I finally spoke

“God Joe, I don’t know what to say. But to tell you the truth I have always loved you too. Ever since you came up to be in those long cargo shorts and red shirt with a basket ball in your hand and asked if you can play with me. I also heard your mom last night when she came to say good night. She said that you have always loved me. I also heard was you said after.”-you

“You.. you did?”-joe

“Yeah, and Joe you are my best friend who I always have loved and cared about. You make me feel loved and safe. I love you too Joe burrow, always have and always will.”-you

Joe pulled me in for a kiss. This time more passionate and aggressive. We probably made out for five minutes.

“Will you be my Jupiter to my Venus?”-joe

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Joey?”-you

“Maybe…”-joe

“Well then I will of course be your Venus!”-you laughed

The night slipped away as you fell asleep in joes arms again with so much love filling up both of your body’s and souls.

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Authors note: I decided that Joe should end up telling y/n how he feels so here ya go! And ik y’all loved the first one. 🩷

Tagged: @sunny1616

[stainedstardom]

I am FERAL for Chad

Can we get a Chad x artist!reader. Reader is bff’s with Mindy and close to Chad also. And it’s painfully obvious that they like each other. One day, They’re hanging out and Chad finds reader’s drawings of him and they confess and SHKDDHDK FLUFF

nonnie its the way im an artist myself and so yes, I will do this for you. i love chad as much as the next person and I am so happy that people are requesting for him too

YOU DRAW ME?

chad meeks martin x reader!!

if crushes were obvious then you were screwed beyond belief but no one could blame you.

you take one good look at chad meeks martin and tell me that he isn't sculpted by the greek gods and made human. i wont believe you , I had caught myself drawing once or twice or maybe 25 times. it was hard not to when he looked like that.

"ya know if you stare at my brother any longer, your eyes might just pop out of your head" mindy said as you stared at chad for a second longer then you should've. you snapped out of it and you shoved her shoulder with a laugh and she did the same thing.

"im not staring" you told her and she laughed

"you are but its cute, he likes you too ya know. its obvious to like everyone but you two" she said and you laughed.

"haha very fun" you exclaimed and she shook her head

"im not joking im serious" she said and you heard another voice from behind you.

"what are you serious about?" chad asked his sister and her eyes widened as you made eye contact and shook your head.

"nothing, its nothing" she said

"okay well anyways, y/n i need help with this art homework Mr johnson assigned us, can you help me later?" he asked and you turned to look at him

"yeah sure, ill be in my dorm just show up at any time" you told him

"is 5 okay?" he asked

"yeah thats fine" you stated and he smiled as he walked away. mindy grabbed your hands and looked in your eyes.

"okay this is your chance, you need to tell him" she spoke. the bell rang and you separated from her. the rest of the day it was slow and boring but when you got back to your dorm, you cleaned up your room putting clothes away, cleaning the dishes just simply making sure it was clean and didn't look like a pig lived there.

there was a knock on your door and you opened it to see chad.

"hey come in" you said as you opened the door wider and let him walk in. he walked in and you walked to the other side of your room as you grabbed your laptop.

"y/n" you heard and you turned to see him holding your sketchbook

"oh shit" you said under your breathe

"you draw me?" he asked and you nodded

"youre like a greek god, its hard to not draw you" you told him and he smiled at you.

"its amazing, how long did this take?" he asked

"about 2 hours but i admire you enough for it to be quicker" you stated and his eyes looked into yours. there was something deep swimming in there and you liked it.

"i admire you alot too, ive always liked you ya know" he stated and you looked at him. he put your sketchbook down and walked over to you. he held your waist and you put your hands on his biceps.

"can i kiss you?" he asked

"please" you said and he leaned in as he kissed you and you kissed him back. you both smiled into it.

"never stop drawing me" he said into the kiss

"theres more where that came from" you exclaimed and he pulled away as he pushed your hair behind your ear and smiled

"show me" he said and you nodded as you grabbed his hand and led him back over to your bed

you were happy you drew him

A/N: oh how in love with this and chad I am

[wolfythewitch]

do you happen to have any more thoughts on the what-ifs of odysseus?

like a continuation of the sketches of ghost Odysseus or something

Oh!! I do have a short thing I wrote, basically where I got the captions from haha

I'll put it under the line. It's mostly just word vomit because I was thinking about it too hard and couldn't properly draw it out

Tw for description of death

Here is what death feels like:

It is agony. Death makes a home in the spaces of your ribcage, winds around the walls of your chest, and roots itself into the skin on your bones. It is a memory, it is a pull, it is an emptiness that seems as vast as the sea.

Death isn't an absence, it's a remembrance.

Odysseus is dead. Or he isn't. We don't truly know when he makes the transition from living to dead, from breathing to still. One moment, his heart beat in time with the world and the gods, and then it stopped, and that was that. He will tell you otherwise, and you must believe it. After all, a corpse does not move. He is right. Odysseus is an anomaly. He isn't right.

We do not know how or when or why. The people who might have known are now long gone, sunk somewhere on the ocean floor, and the only one alive to testify thinks himself a living man. See, it isn't really important though, is it? He was alive, and now he's dead. Or perhaps he is neither, perhaps he's something much worse.

The damned man drifts at sea, and water flows through his bones and down his throat. He chokes on it. Salt clings to necrotic skin. His gaze is dull, his eyes sunken. He has them pointed on a single spot in the horizon, doggedly leaning forward as if it could propel him faster homeward. It doesn't, and he's a fool to think so, but it soothes him.

His tongue is rough and rimmed with salt. There is blood under his finger tips, so dark it looks like tar.

He prays. Silly, the gods don't listen to the dead.

An island appears from the mist. It looks too good to be true. Ah well, it's not like you have anything to lose.

Here is what death looks like:

He looks like a shade, like a monster, like a corpse. His skin is pale under his cloak, his eyes hooded in shadow, his cheek sunken. In the light, all you can see is teeth. His legs are red with blood and it's the only color to paint him. The courtyard is littered with the body of the dead, eyes open in screams that will never sound. Twelve nooses are pulled taut underneath the trees, white feet swaying in the wind.

Death walks among them, and he smiles.

Here is death:

He lives in Ithaca, nestled in its heart. He is a haunting, he is a ghost.

The king is home. This is cause for celebration. Music rings through the kingdom for seven days straight.

The queen and the prince attend the festivities. They are withdrawn but happy. The kind is nowhere to be seen, but that is to be expected. He's had a long journey.

There is talk, once a month passes by. They rarely see him, and when he makes an appearance, his hair is drawn and wild. His himation is pulled close around him. His fingers are bony and thin. He does not look well. There is talk.

The servants gossip, when the royal family do not listen. They speak of the walls, of the smell of rot that followed the damned man home. It grows too strong to stomach. They've taken to hanging mint and herbs to try and cover it up.

Water seeps through the cracks in the walls. The floors are constantly slick with water. Puddles pool in the stone.

The queen only smiles and waves away their questions. The prince is not so merciful. Any rumors are nipped at their source. There is a coldness to him. It is strangely close to fear.

The king is nowhere to be seen. Somehow, this was the most familiar.

Here is where death goes to die:

An oar, a winnowing fan, a sacrifice. He kneels and pushes the oar into the soil, whispers a prayer through cracked lips.

He does not get back up again.