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frenchkisstheabyss · 4 months

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୨୧ ʝαɯႦɾҽαƙҽɾ (σɳҽ) ୨୧

୨୧ Pairings: rich boy!seonghwa x chubby!fem!reader, rich boy!choi san x chubby!fem!reader, rich boy!hongjoong x chubby!fem!reader, mentions of yunho

୨୧ Genre: graduate school au/smut/angst/a lil fluffy

୨୧ Summary: It was never your intention to infiltrate one of the most exclusive social circles at your new university, seducing rich boys to get who and what you want. Wait, no, it was.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.7k-ish

୨୧ Warnings: reader's in her villain era, demon line are wealthy low key villains too, strong language, some dom demon line/sub reader dynamics, you sleep with everyone darling, oral sex (m & f receiving), swallowing, pet names (good girl), obsession, probably a praise kink (who am I kidding? it's for sure a theme), jealousy/light possessiveness, sugar baby origins, unprotected sex, a lil drop of rough sex, marking, fingering, mention of multiple orgasms, public spicy stuff, light choking, scratching, nibbling, dry humping, & that's it, babes.

୨୧ A/N: This baby has sorta just been chilling in the drafts cause I kinda get nervous to post sometimes but I'm gonna let her be free now. This one focuses on Hwa moreso but Joong and San will get their time too. Yunho's also a part of this, just not quite yet. So, yes, I hope you like it!

୨୧ Part Two is Here ୨୧

Observe a weekly study session held by three best friends. It takes place every Sunday, almost ritualistically so, at 3:00pm sharp in the apartment of ringleader Kim Hongjoong. Situated at the top floor of an old university office turned luxury apartment building, it has a vintage charm to it that somehow makes it feel more absurdly expensive than it already is.

Observe that, despite their long held agreement that this is a “study” session, no one’s actually studying. Not Choi San lounging in the brown Italian leather chair, mindlessly chewing on one of the legs of his round rimmed glasses when he should be wearing them instead.

Not Hongjoong painstakingly rearranging the shoes by the door. Seonghwa’s black Dior Oxfords can’t go near Hongjoong’s custom leather Prada sneakers. They are custom after all.

Not Seonghwa who’s leaning by the window doodling on the crisp pages of his $200 copy of the Netter Atlas of Human Anatomy, an act that would be blasphemous to someone like him on any other day.

But no one’s doing anything they’d do on a normal day because this isn’t a normal day. They’re distracted, unable to peel their minds free from the events of last night and it’s all your fault.

Staring down at the space between his legs, San can only think about the fact that you were there. You, the new girl with your pretty face and soft cheeks. Cheeks that were even softer as he gently cupped them, pressing the tip of his cock to the back of your throat.

The way that you whimpered, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth, is etched into his memory. If he could rewind time he’d do it over and over just to hear those same whimpers muffled by his cum filling your cheeks. You swallowed him so well, not spilling a drop.

“Such a good girl” he’d whispered, petting your hair as your head lay in his lap. Such a good, good girl.

By the window, Seonghwa’s still sketching away. The level of intensity and focus on his face does wonders to make it appear as if the motion of his hand has even a shred of intent behind it. None of it means anything, just a half hearted attempt at busying a brain that keeps reminding him how he fucked you against the very window he leans upon. This exact spot actually.

You, with your plush body and sweet voice had begged, as his lips met yours, “Please don’t stop.” It was pure bliss to have your nails digging into his forearms, the walls of your deliciously warm pussy clenching around him.

You were wet enough that your thighs were almost too slippery to grip when he parted them to sink in deeper. No girl has ever been that needy for him before, so desperate to be ruined by him. Fuck, he wants to ruin you.

“I need a drink” Hongjoong huffs, rushing off to the kitchen. Drinking’s never been something he’s just done. He considers self medication through alcohol to be silly but what else is he meant to do? He needs something to overwhelm his palate and kill the nagging craving to taste you on his tongue.

You, with your bright eyes and innocent smile, had hopped your cute ass on the counter and let him drink from your pussy until he saw stars. How adorable you’d been, kicking your feet each time his tongue stimulated your sensitive clit, his fingers teasing your sweet spot. “One more for me” he cooed and you gave him exactly what he wanted. More.

It’s all any of them want now. More, more, more. They made a promise to each other that what happened last night could only ever happen again if you were all together. The four of you. Not three. Certainly not two. The boys would do with you what best friends do with all things, share, but sharing’s much easier said than done when you don’t truly want to.

Seonghwa slams his book shut, snapping back to reality at a speed too dizzying for the others. “I need to go” Seonghwa announces, scrambling to shove his things into his bag. San sits up in the chair, popping his glasses back on.

“Go? Where are you going?”

“I, uh, I have to go look for something. I’ll see you guys later.”

Hongjoong steps back into the living room just in time to hear the door slam as Seonghwa exits. “Where’s he off to?” A question with only one logical answer that pisses San off the second it dawns on him.

“Where do you think?”

The scholarships aren’t nearly enough. They were enough to get you here but being able to stay? That’s a different story. And so you find yourself here on a Sunday evening, picking up hours at the university’s library to make some extra money.

It’s a grueling schedule. Weekdays waitressing at a five star restaurant, weekends at the library, and every waking hour outside of that spent with your face buried in your books. Well, almost every waking hour. Lately you’ve managed to find time for other things.

Wheeling a cart full of books down one of the aisles, you nearly run over some girl’s feet. “Hey, watch it!” she shouts, shooting you a look that says she wants to tear your head off. “I’m really sorry” you apologize, slinking to the side to let her squeeze past.

“These shoes cost more than your rent, you know that?” she spits before storming off in the other direction.

Everyone’s like that here, always throwing their money in your face. Mommy and daddy’s money anyway. You don’t have what they do, it’s like they can smell it on you, and they’ll never let you forget it. “These shoes cost more than your rent, you know that?” you mock, picking up a book to slip onto one of the shelves. “They’re fucking hideous anyway.”

“Uh, hey, everything okay?” a voice asks from behind you. You jump, nearly tripping over one of the cart’s wheels. Seonghwa grabs you by the arm before you lose your footing. Your knight in shining armor. Well, a cardigan really but close enough, right?

“Oh my god, Seonghwa. You can’t sneak up on me like that. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“It’s a library” he laughs, straightening out your shirt, “I thought we were supposed to be quiet.”

“Not that quiet! What are you doing here anyway?”

That came out a bit harsher than you intended. Thankfully Seonghwa finds it cute when you’re sassy. “Yunho told me you work here on weekends and I thought…I wanted to see you.” “See me?” you ask, the book now clutched in your arms like a stuffed animal.

Seonghwa moves between you and the cart, pinning you against one of the shelves. This position feels familiar, a flash of heat rushing over your body and settling between your legs. Seonghwa toys with the hem of your short skirt, his knuckles brushing your exposed thigh.

“Do you like it?”

“Hmm?”

“Working two jobs. Do you like it?”

“Honestly, I hate it.” You draw in a sharp breath when his fingertips touch the marks he left behind on you last night. Sneaking both hands beneath your skirt, he traces your hips, relishing in the fullness of them.

Your thighs part and he carefully eases his knee between them, the moist cotton of your panties all that separates your aching core from his slacks. Seonghwa leans in to nibble at your bottom lip, “Then quit.” “Hwa, you know I can’t, ah…” you squeak, the book tumbling to the ground as he slowly grinds you along his leg.

He kisses you tenderly, angling you forward to stimulate your clit in just the right way. Seonghwa can already feel you soaking through his pants. You get wet so easily for him and it eats away at his self control. “Quit” he repeats, “I can get you a job at one of my father’s offices. His secretaries there don’t really do anything. You can kind of just sit there and be pretty. I know you can do that.”

Letting go of your waist, he pulls back enough to watch how perfectly your tits sit as you ride his thigh. “Look at you, doing so well already.”

The quiet one. That’s how Yunho described Seonghwa before you met him. He’s quiet but no more innocent than the others are. Never let that innocent exterior fool you, he has a switch and when it flips he’s someone you won’t even recognize.

That switch, you can see it flipping on and off. His eyes bright with admiration one second and darkening with lust the next. There’s something dangerous about him but you aren’t exactly harmless now, are you?

“You’d do that for me?” you ask, taking his hand and pressing it to your cheek. You nuzzle into his palm, taking his thumb between your lips. “Of course I would. I’d…” he loses his train of thought as you start sucking his thumb, the rhythm of your hips picking up speed.

“Anything you want.”

You can feel his pulse quickening. See his face taking on a pink hue. Your breathing grows shallow, the tension building in your core making your body shudder. “So close” you whine, running his hand down to your neck, “I want you to make me cum.”

Anything you want. Anything for you. Seonghwa holds you by the neck, his other hand slipping into your panties. “Cum for me then like a good girl. Like my good girl.”

There’s a chance someone could hear you. Between the splashing of his fingers in your juices and the moans that spill out from your lips onto his, there’s more than enough noise to draw a little attention. That’s what makes it hotter. What has his cock straining against his pants and your eyes glossing over as the tension finally snaps.

Ruin you, that’s what he wanted to do, and look at you now, coming undone so wonderfully. How can he be anything short of obsessed with you?

“So gorgeous when you’re falling apart.”

“Only when I’m falling apart?” you ask, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. Seonghwa wraps an arm around your waist, kissing you on the forehead.

“No,” he sighs, “And I think that might be the death of me.”

#ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez x female reader #ateez smut #ateez au #seonghwa x you #seonghwa x reader #choi san x you #choi san x reader #hongjoong x you #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #choi san smut #chubby reader #plus size reader

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octuscle · 2 months

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this is an urgend call for help! I'm a 29yo teacher in europe and I have a problem with one of my students. He's 18yo, the star of the soccer team and of the whole school. he's looking at me and talking with me in a very special way. So I think he has a crush on me. I've to give him a lot of detention but he seems to enjoy it. Last time he says at the end: "soon you're one of us - your countdown is on...' pls tell me he hasn't used your program. If he has, stop this countdown immediately

According to a scribble in the student restroom, you are supposed to be the school's sexiest teacher for the third year in a row. Someone has sketched your cock next to this note. Obviously life-size, because the doodle is impressively large.

Well, you can't be the sexiest teacher for the third time because you've only been here at the school for two years. Before that you were at university. First in Milwaukee. Then actually only for two semesters in Lund, Sweden. But you fell in love with Sweden. And now you are very happy to have got a job as a sports and math teacher at the sports high school in Malmö. Sport here at the school usually almost automatically means "soccer", but as a native American you have less to do with it. Your sports are badminton, athletics and windsurfing in the summer.

You almost despair of the soccer star. A stinking lazy pupil. Certainly not stupid. But really lazy and uncooperative. According to his coach, he is the most disciplined person imaginable on the pitch. Here in math class, he's definitely not. Absolutely not! "Soon you'll be one of us - your countdown is on". That was yesterday… Today, once again, he didn't even show up for math class. Shit, he's ruining his whole career. Besides, you kind of miss him… He's not just a student… He's also kind of… A buddy! Damn, you can't have thoughts like that with a student!

You are looking for your student on the soccer field. Of course he's there. Of course he doesn't have a guilty conscience. Shit, of course you can understand him. After all, soccer is your life too. It was always your dream to become a professional soccer player. But unlike him, you were simply never good enough.

You try to talk him into his conscience without being such a bourgeois. You want to come across as cool. But on the other hand, you also know that you have to assert yourself as a teacher. It's your last traineeship. You'll graduate next year. Now you're still somewhere between the teachers and the students. It's a shitty situation. And the jock just laughs at you when you reprimand him. He says you'll soon be in detention together.

You are actually a really hard-working student. You are very keen to do well in your exams. You definitely want to work as a teacher at this sports high school. Soccer and math. That would be exactly your combination of subjects. But you can't study tonight. The day as a volunteer at the school was really exhausting. Before you go jogging for another hour, you look in the mirror as you change into your sports clothes. The fucking spots just won't go away. You still look a bit like you're still in puberty. But you finally seem to be growing hair on your chest. Maybe you will become a real guy after all. Whether the soccer star likes hair on his chest. Or if he has any himself? The thought of him gives you a boner!

When you wake up the next morning, you pick up where you left off yesterday. With a boner. My goodness, since you've been doing the internship here at the school, you've been kind of hard all the time. Of course, you've got a whole lot of damn tight guys among the other freshmen at your university… But the boys here at the sports high school are in a different league. They wank wherever they go and wherever they stand. And since you've been here, you've joined in.

You've been given a single room at the sports boarding school for the duration of your internship. You have a washbasin in your room, but you share the toilet and shower with the boys from the upper school. You're 21, hardly older than the guys who will be graduating this year. But you're still not allowed to fuck them. Even as a freshman and an intern, you are formally a member of the teaching staff. What a load of shit! How you'd love to let the star of the soccer team fuck you in the shower. It's obvious he wouldn't be averse either.

The internship sucks. Sitting in class without being able to shape it but already knowing everything is even more stressful and boring than it is for the students. Nevertheless, you try to look like you're paying attention and taking notes. This is actually more of a strategy to avoid falling asleep. You can hardly wait until soccer practice finally starts. You can just play along. You're more of a pupil than a teacher. The coach praises you and says that you're wasting a great talent as a sports teacher. He asks you to take the team star under your wing for a while. He could certainly learn a lot from you. Hehehehehe, you think to yourself. I'm sure you could from him too!

After training, you go to the gym for a bit of strength endurance training. Suddenly the soccer star is standing behind you. He runs his hand under your sweaty jersey and plays with your nipple. Thank God you're alone in the gym. You take off your jersey and he sucks on your nipples like a puppy on its mother's teats. Shit, his smell of wet grass and sweat alone is driving you crazy. With one hand you take your boner out of your pants. With the other, you push his head down. He blows like the devil. And you cum like a fire hose.

A delicate fuzz appears on your upper lip. That's the only good thing about fucking puberty. Your voice is cracking. Your pimples are annoying. And every other morning you wake up in a huge mess in your bed. Every morning that Lars hasn't blown you first. Or you blew him. You're congenial on the soccer pitch. Whatever congenial means. But the coach always says that. You think you're totally congenial in the shower and on the toilet and in all sorts of other places too. The fact that Lars and you met here at the boarding school is damn lucky!

You've been inseparable since you were 18 at the latest. During the week at Intermat, at the weekends either with your parents. Or at his. Your parents are cool. Although you're not sure if they know what you're up to.

Lars and you both think school sucks. You're here to become professional footballers. You don't need fucking math or history for that. Your coach predicts a glorious future for both of you. The man is cool. He's ancient, probably already 30 or so. But much more relaxed than your other teachers. And he'll cover for you if you skip math again. But only if you've used the time for fitness or technique training. If you don't show full commitment, the coach has no mercy.

It is an honor to have been accepted at this school. You have no intention of disgracing the school!

It's a common saying that the two of you only exist in a double pack. Your classmates have turned 'Lars' and 'Zlatan' into 'Latan'. It's no coincidence that your name is Zlatan. Your parents are huge fans of Zlatan Ibrahimoviv. And the fact that you made it to school here in his community, that you are the second Zlatan to become a national player from Rosengård, makes your parents proud. But if you become a national player, Lars will also have to play for the national team. That's a matter of honor. You look at yourself in the mirror. The fuzz on your upper lip isn't quite ready for a cool beard like the one your role model has. And your parents never allowed you to have long hair. But since you've come of age, you've let it grow. It won't be long before you look like the great Zlatan!

You don't like it when Lars and you are put on opposing teams in tournaments. But Coach is right, of course, he needs to train your killer instinct. An opponent is an opponent. Even if you occasionally get shagged by the center forward. And how you get fucked. Shit, your cock is already famous in the changing rooms near and far. But against Lars' beast… You're nothing…

It's pouring with rain. The soccer match was a mud fight. But you won. "As we agreed, the loser has to blow the winner" you tell Lars after the final whistle. "I can't wait to suck your cheesy boner clean" Lars replies with a grin. Even though almost everyone knows that you are a couple, you are usually rather reserved in public. But today… Fuck it!

#male tf #reality change #age reduction #race change #ai image

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malikselfindulgence · 7 months

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TRAFFIC LIGHT TRIO X READER STUDY DATE HEADCANONS [seperate + all together!]

Content: reader is gender neutral, could be interpreted as either romantic or platonic

Headcanons under the cut!

RED SON:

☆ tries his best to keep you actually focused on the task at hand- doesn't let you goof off, but will allow consistent breaks

☆ but alas, once you've asked him a single question he'll derail the conversation twenty times over until he's completely off-topic and explaining something not even in your curriculum

☆ not that you mind- it's nice seeing him get passionate over topics he's into

☆ he tends to get absorbed into whatever he's working on, so study dates are a good way to get him to eat and drink water regularly alongside you

☆ I headcanon him as autistic, so parallel play is one of his favorite things! Enjoys being in your company while you each do your own seperate thing

☆ gets very easily frustrated if you're studying something not in his field of expertise [think molecular biology, literature, world geography] and you ask for his help only for him to not understand the question

☆ now it's your turn to try and keep him focused instead of going on a long-winded rant about how he's very smart and knowledgeable and this book is actually stupid and also he's-

MEI:

☆ you get a surprising amount of work done when you're with her!

☆ Mei's pretty good at balancing work and fun- she knows when to leave you be so you can focus on your studies, and when to strike up a conversation so you don't get too bored or stressed out

☆ she has a study date playlist specifically for the both of you that she updates frequently- she tries to keep her rock/metal songs out of it so it doesn't startle you and break your attention

☆ she's very horrible at explaining things- you ask her to help you with a question and although she understands the concept, she uses such convoluted metaphors and analogies that leave you more confused than before

☆ she likes holding your hand or sitting in your lap while you both work- just touching you in some way

☆ comes up with funny abbreviations for things you have to memorise

☆ gives you little pecks/kisses every once in a while, and near the end of your date when you're both burnt out, she'll give you a sleepy cuddle session while flipping through your flash cards

MK:

☆ oh boy

☆ where do I even start

☆ half of it is spent trying to wrangle MK into his desk, and the other half is spent trying to get him to open his books

☆ has a surprising amount of niche hyper-specific knowledge about various subjects, but if you ask him about the basics his mind'll blank

☆ tries his best to make the environment as comfortable for you as possible- utensils all set, cushions for your back, snacks and drinks on the table, reminders to stretch so your back doesn't hurt

☆ playing loud music tends to help him settle down and get some work done- you have to be holding his hand so he doesn't fidget around, though

☆ doodles on your notebooks/sticky-notes, usually small sketches of you or of himself giving you a thumbs up, flowers, hearts, little messages about how you're doing super well and you're super smart. It's really endearing and helps keep your morale up

☆ his attention span is very very low [I headcanon him as having ADHD], so he has to take multiple breaks in between. If you're still working while his mind is un-focused he'll braid your hair to keep his hands busy

RED SON + MEI + MK:

☆ yeah, you're not getting anything done today

☆ Mei and Mk together are a force to be reckoned with- and Red Son only adds fuel to the fire

☆ Mei and Mk'll make stupid jokes, Red Son'll tell them to shut up so he can focus, they'll make fun of him, he'll reply with a defensive and louder insult, and the cycle repeats

☆ if you ask a question, everyone'll be fighting to try and take a look at your book and help

☆ cue ensuing argument that lasts well into 20 minutes because all of them have a different answer

☆ upon googling it, you tell them that they're all wrong, actually

☆ even though you end up not doing anything, it's still a lot of fun- they're moreso just normal hangouts with the false advertisement of being productive

☆ the only time you get any work done with them is if it's the night before finals and you have to cram- the stress radiating off of you keeps their mouths shut

[Reminder that requests are open!]

#malik's writing #lmk headcanons #lego monkie kid headcanons #MK x reader #Mei x reader #red son x reader #redson x reader #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk mei x reader #lmk mk x reader #traffic light trio x reader #x reader #lmk red son x reader #lmk x reader headcanons #requests are opeenn!!!!#:33 pls send me requestsss #can you guys tell its exam season 4 me rn #ive already started finals ToT !!

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shou-jpeg · 8 months

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-Back on the Beat-

Part 4. 04

Porchay can’t stop looking at Kim.

Kim is sitting at the piano in the studio, humming tune Chay sent him earlier and adapting it for piano.

He looks so beautiful.

Kim looks amazing even on his worst days, but right now he’s ethereal; in his element and with a soft flush to his cheeks, as if he knows Chay is staring at him.

He probably does know, Kim is observant and Chay isn’t being very subtle.

Though... he’s been trying to flirt with Kim for two weeks now and Kim seems to let every attempt fly over his head. Chay would think he was being intentionally obtuse to let him know that he wasn’t interested, except Kim is the one who told Chay he wanted to try again. So Chay isn’t too sure what to think.

Does Kim just have some sort of flirting detection force field?

Maybe he’s just shy? Chay had thought that Kim was shy last time he tried this - maybe that was true.

Chay wonders if he should just ask Kim out point blank and save them both the trouble. He did tell Kim that he would let him know when he was ready to try again, Kim might be waiting for something a little more specific.

He wants to know if Boyfriend-Kim is also shy.

“I think this part would make a good prelude, and then the lyrics come in later over the top and the music builds from there, maybe a drum track and a bass to add depth.” Chay snaps back to the moment at the sound of Kim’s voice.

Right. The song.

The one they’re now composing together.

Co-writing.

Co-writing for a new WiK single, because Kim got inspired by what Chay had sent him and then asked him in the car on the way here if he wanted to help him make it into something real.

Chay dreamt of exactly this on a regular basis back when he was just a fan, except it means so much more to him now.

“It should be soft though. The drum beat should be slow but steady, like a heartbeat, and the bass will then support that same energy.” Chay picks up his pencil and begins scribbling down dot points as he talks.

“What kind of song are we writing here? We should probably decide on a theme to help guide the composition.”

“Definitely a love song.” Chay says with confidence. Kim looks at him. “I’m imagining a love song, but for a person that the singer already knows. They’ve been in love before and then were torn apart and didn't see each other for a long time. And the song is about them finding each other again and rediscovering their love for each other.”

Chay really isn’t being subtle.

Kim looks back to the piano, expression open and vulnerable. "In that case... perhaps the beat can pick up pace a little towards the bridge, to reflect the subject's emotions as he begins getting closer to his ex again." Kim says, and then begins talking about measures and other technical terms Chay isn’t that familiar with, since he’s never actually studied music theory.

He loves watching Kim talk about music though.

Chay is almost doodling hearts in his notebook.

He considers his pen for a moment. Then draws two hearts in his notebook anyway, because it’s cute and he likes being a romantic.

They stay at the studio composing late into the night, until Porsche messages Chay telling him he missed dinner, and that Nok, the bodyguard assigned to him today, needs to finish his shift and also have dinner.

Chay makes Kim order enough food at the drive through on the way back to feed both of them and also Nok, who reacts like Chay’s given him something a lot nicer than cheap take out.

“I’m never allowed to eat stuff like this anymore!”

Chay makes a note to sneak his guards junk food more often.

The rest of the drive back is quiet but not uncomfortable. Chay selects different songs to play over the car’s bluetooth and glances at Kim each time the song changes to gauge his reaction.

They pull up to the compound and Chay hops out of the car. “Should we go back to the studio again tomorrow, P'Kim?”

Kim looks down at his phone, bringing up his calendar. “I have a meeting tomorrow morning until 10am. How about I pick you up for lunch and we go to the studio after?”

“Sounds good! I’ll see you tomorrow.” Goodnight, phi. Kim smiles at him softly and Chay tries not to melt.

He closes the car door instead. Kim’s smiles are only slightly less devastating through tinted glass.

He waves goodbye as Kim pulls away and heads inside. It’s late, but he might stay up a little longer and play some video games, or to make some memes for Kim. He kind of wants to keep working on the song, but he doesn’t want to do any more without Kim around.

It’s their song now.

Chay smiles to himself.

He can’t wait until tomorrow.

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capn-twitchery · 11 days

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do you have any tips for drawing expressions? it’s one thing that I always notice about your art, I love how expressive your characters are.

thank you so much!! it really means a ton bc expressions are one of the things i've focused & worked the hardest on over the years :D ♥

which ALSO MEANS--HA, YOU ACTIVATED MY SPECIAL INTEREST TRAP CARD i am now going to talk at you all for far too long about it >:) buckle up!

prefacing this by saying i Love animation, this makes me biased as hell with where i get my sources + how i study art. anyway!

i think my biggest #1 tip is don't be afraid to get goofy with it--characters don't have to look cool and stoic all the time, they can be silly! if an expression reads better, but looks a little off-model, do it anyway! make that guy look weird!

i draw little thumbnail expressions a Lot, whether for actual art or for just fun doodling. i don't have any recent ones to hand-- but here's some from a while ago. they help a ton to figure out what works quickly without worrying about actual facial features

they also help to see if i can push an expression further, it's easier to test out weird things on a tiny round doodle and then translate that into an actual drawing later on. pushing expressions To The Limits is a really good exercise in itself!

gonna put the rest under the cut bc it's getting long & i have a lot more to say

ok this in itself is a whole topic i can go on about for hours, but i'll try to keep it semi brief--i Love considering how different characters would show emotions! how one character would express sadness, how that would be different to another, how one character would smile vs. another, stuff like that!

related, giving characters individual expression quirks. twitch's :3 mouth & lazy lidded eyes if you could see them anyway & Very Smug Eyebrows, while grace has heavy low eyebrows & sad puppy eyes & usually looks at least 10% unsure at all times. it makes every single twitch smile look slightly not genuine and makes grace look. well. you know. the quirks are really fun to think of, and it makes drawing expressions feel a lot more fun when you personalise them!!

expressions can be easier to think of when you put characters in scenarios & consider how they'd react. it can also help to think of the character Moving/talking, instead of as a static image. mini comics or just adding dialogue to art helps a lot with this, i've only just started doing it and i'm having a blast!!

ok this one is weird and hard to explain and might only be applicable to me bc i can't see images in my brain-- but i'll throw it out there just in case! lots of artists make faces in the mirror to reference their own expressions, but it's never worked for me

i Do still act stuff out in my brain & make faces irl, but instead of doing it in the mirror, i just make the expression & consider how my face is moving in Words? ok for example This Comic, last panel for twitch--i'd run through the dialogue in my head and move around how i feel like they would, and list it off in Words--raised eyebrows, closed eyes, tilted head, etc etc. then i have a framework to base the expression on! and i don't need to stare into my own face in the mirror for reference. no mirror needed at all, actually. win/win. i do this for body language too

(yes this makes you look insane btw. sorry. if you do it too long best case scenario you get very dextrous eyebrows and worst case scenario you might start making cartoon character faces irl (or both) (i'm both))

not sure how much it helps specifically with expressions outside of animation, but it's a fun exercise--learning the limits of a character's face, animation calls it squash & stretch. drawing a face in the two most extreme states. so on character expression sheets you'll see weird faces like this⤵️ that's what that is

another exercise, i always have a ton of art saved that i like the expressions of. usually a lot of concept art for films. i'll do studies of them & redraw them, and/or take ocs and redraw them with those expressions! it's a great way to look at how other artists do stuff and yoink bits you like.

you'll hear this a lot if you look up Any art tips, but references & studies are great. i get a lot of inspo from disney concept art bc their artists are very talented people, but currently i hope disney studios' own hubris eats it alive. i want to see mickey mouse buried in a hole, the rat bastard. anyway some places i personally take inspiration from:

i look at a lot of animation concept art, some good sources are characterdesignreferences, livinglineslibrary, there's pdfs of animation art books all over the place too.

specific concept artists i like are jin kim & shiyoon kim !! they do Great expressions.

outside of film industry, tealin and tracy butler of lackadaisy cats are some inspirations! tracy butler has a great expressions tutorial here

if you find this stuff interesting & like reading, the illusion of life by ollie johnston & frank thomas is an incredible insight into the thought process behind stuff like this! there's a pdf here, unfortunately just a scanned copy but worth a read if you like this stuff!! specifically chapters 'character development', 'animating expressions & dialogue', and 'acting & emotions'

sorry that was an essay and a half but hopefully it was a little bit helpful!! i always love talking about this stuff so if you want anything clarified/just wanna talk about it more i am Always ready to go off >:3

#inquiries #solreefs #i have no idea how to explain these things in a way that feels Tangibly Helpful but i do love talking about it #hopefully it helps a Bit!! ty for giving me the excuse to go off hehehe #i wanted to do doodles to go along with stuff but my arms are achey today #alas. words will have to do #fredspeaks

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raven-the-claw · 8 months

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A Complete Guide To Chaotic Academia

bc its my fav aesthetic and there is not enough content about it

Outfits

most people say that chaotic academia is just dark academia but a little bit more messy, and, well, chaotic. the truth is, chaotic academia is A LOT more messy than dark academia. you can still use dark academia as kind of a "base", but you are going to replace your blazers with flannels, your turtlenecks with tshirts. as for pants, you can go with litteraly anything: cigarette pants, tailored trousers, ripped-up jeans or normal black leggings. i personally really ike ripped up overalls bc they give that "i dont really give a damn, im so misunderstood, my parents didnt love me, im a crazy lonely introverted teenage child" vibe...idk. whatever you wear, make sure you feel comfortable in it! even tho in chaotic academia there are almost no rules at all, here are some things that might help you!

colours: any earthy tones are fine, brown, caramel, dark green, dark red, white, etc etc

fictional characters that might inspire you:

-remus lupin

- any dpc character

- jess mariano

- sydney novak

accesories: flannels (a personal fav + they make even the most boring fit look better), cardigans, converse (bonus points if you draw/write on them or if you have them laced in a weird way), bracelets or necklaces that mean something to you, harry potter back packs, tote bags...

hairstyles: whatever you want, just make sure your hair is ALWAYS messy, looking like you just fucking woke up

Activities and Traits

ok now we're getting to the actually important part bc (repeat after me): chaotic academia is not about how you look, its about how you live and how you act. so here r some thing that might help:

- annotating books with the most unhinged random thoughts

- learning poetry or speeches word for word but not remembering most of the things for school

- studying in the (school) library and being besties with the librarian (optional)

- leaving notes (on trees, mailboxes or library books) for strangers to find

- "studying while listening to classical music" and then instead of studying you end up agressivly mouthing your favorite song

- im sure yall already heard this one, but yes, swearing and slag while discussing deep academic topics is incredibly important

- speaking of important topics: posting something important on social media knowing no one will read it

- doodles on your hands 24/7 (NO SUSAN, I DONT GIVE A DAMN THAT ITS BAD FOR MY SKIN)

- sarcasm. a lot.

- random thoughts

- random quotes

- knowing a ton of conspiracy theories that you dont even beileve in by heart

- listening to all different types of podcasts

- one day reading the classics, the next ya fantasy and day after that ao3 smut

- multifandom, multishipper

- tea/coffee addiction

- adding b.c. to todays date when writing it in school

- random thoughts and the weirdest annotations in your school notebooks, especially the classes that you find boring

- "going to the bathroom" and then spending half of your math class drawing/reading/smoking/crying/thinking/whatever the fuck you wanna do there bc ur tired of everything

- stealing random stuff from stores (tho it is not encouraged blah blah blah)

- watching gilmore girls every fall

- telling people ur favorite colour is green even tho it isnt just to let them know that ur gay

- reading in class, on breaks, at home, parks, meetings, aethletic events, and generally all the fucking time

- doing (mostly) everything last minute

- bad at photography, but you enjoy it

- cold tea my beloved

- wearing one item every day: it can either be a necklace, a flannel, a bracelet, a badge, headphones, earrings etc etc

- extremely messy handwriting, always writing with black pen

- crying at least once a day, but only when ur alone, being super emotional but never showing it

- hobbies include reading, screaming in your pillow, learning unique languages that you will probably never use, rewatching dead poets society, harry potter, enola holmes, end of the fucking world and gilmore girls

- massive bookworm, reads all the time, always has a book with them

- skipping class, not that often tho

- 💫anger issues💫

- hyperactive and lazy at the same time

- uses big words but makes fun of other people when they do it

- writes (rebellious) book quotes everywhere, every single one of their notebooks had IF WE BURN, YOU BURN WITH US written in them lol

- random useless powerpoints

- analysing taylor swift's folklore and evermore instead of sheakspeare because its just better

- retired almost-emo, had a phase when they wore black and acted all mysterious but were never really emo i cant explain it

- likes mcr. this one speaks for itself.

- gay and sad. no explanation needed.

Books, Movies and Music

Books:

- Harry Potter by you know who (WE DONT SUPPORT HER THO)

- The Secret History by Donna Tartt

- Night School by CJ Daugherty (is that how u spell it lol)

- The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

- Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

- Emma by Jane Austen

- Hamlet by Do I Really Need To Say Who

- The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

- The Picture of Dorain Gray by Oscar Wilde

- Frankenstein by Marry Shelley

Movies/TV Shows

- end of the fucking world

- heartstopper

- harry potter

- enola holmes

- dead poets society

- gilmore girls

- httyd (no kidding lol)

im not really a film girlie so if yall have any recs please lmk

Music:

- Mother Mother

- Taylor Swift (obviously)

- Lana Del Slay

- Conan Gray

- Olivia Rodrigo

- My Chemical Romance

- Lovejoy

- Bowie

- Queen

- Radiohead

- Björk

- Those random Disney songs i know you scream to at 3am

also whoever sings the IMJUSTATEENAGEDIRTBAGBAABBYY song

here is my playlist if yall wanna listen to it

hope that helps lol

#chaotic academia #academia aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #jess mariano #dead poets society #dead gay wizards #why is everyone dead help #gay and sad #books #fanfiction #remus lupin #wolfstar #anti jkr #Spotify

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 1 year

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Misattribution of Arousal | pt. 2

Fratboy!Peter Parker x gn!reader

Masterlist

Words: ~3k

Warnings: Let me know if I missed anything, but this can be read as a gn!reader. Gets suggestive. Kissing. Fluff

A/N: This is a continuation of this fic. Thank you for the love on the last part – Fratboy!Peter does something to me lol. Hope you like it!

Thanks as always for reading!! Love to hear your thoughts (and thots) <3

It’s not long before you’re leaving a spot open next to you for Peter when he rushes into class a few minutes late. Though you didn’t sit near the back before, you did now so he could easily slip in the seat to your left without disturbing too many others

And so that you could laugh at his little comments without the professor hearing

A little breathless as he removes his backpack, he asks, “What’d I miss?”

Wordlessly, you point to your notes for today’s lecture. The only thing you have written besides the date is “What’d I miss? - Peter” – already knowing what he’d ask

Peter stifles a laugh behind the back of his hand while a smile rises on your face. But any confidence you felt in that moment disappears as he grabs your pencil. His fingers brush against yours before writing something below your question

“You”

He whispers, “That was an easy answer”

With your face hot, you still stare forward, pretending to focus on whatever the professor’s saying. But the heavy weight of his gaze drags down your resolve. To remedy the heat licking up your spine, you try to distract him

“Might be on the test,” you joke, a breathy laugh following your words

Though of course, you could sense the smirk rising to his lips, always winning this back and forth between you two

“Guess I’ll just have to study extra hard, then”

Any witty remark you could’ve had dies in your throat – couldn’t even look him in the eyes for the rest of class

Peter usually ends up taking pity on you in these moments, which much to your annoyance (and sometimes flattery) happens way too often. He’ll tone down the flirtiness and let you breathe before making some other remark that leaves you struggling to face him

One time, you joke that he gets off on it. He just laughs, letting the silence to your accusation speak for itself, which only fuels your overactive thoughts

Some days, you’re doodling in the top corner of your notebook, random shapes and lines – the occasional flower here and there

Those are Peter’s favorite because he’ll doodle his own flowers in between yours. Usually, by the end of class, he rips off the corner of the page and thanks you for the bouquet

He laughs it off, teasing you for not focusing in class or something, but you see the way he slips it into his folder for the class. So you eventually doodle flowers on your paper more often, sometimes on his too (when he actually bothers to open up his notebook)

And you’d go to his basketball games!!

You didn’t really have a reason to attend before besides general school spirit, but now…

Peter would invite you, quite unsure you’d even want to go – unsure he was a good enough reason to get you to come

But you did show up, bought popcorn and a drink, even subtly adding some of your school’s colors to your outfit

Part of you feels a little out of place in all this, but the look on Peter’s face when his eyes catch yours while jogging onto the court soothes any worries as you watch him

And boy do you watch him. The way he effortlessly gets around other players, how his arms flex when lining up his shot, the sweat slowly beading along his forehead keeps you from looking anywhere else the whole game. After he makes an impressive shot, sometimes his eyes will find yours with that annoyingly beautiful smile

After some games, he’d go back to his place to rest or go out to celebrate with his team. But other times, he’d search you out after exiting the locker room

You raise your hands to keep him from getting his sweat on you, but that just spurs him further – which you’re not too upset about because it means him trying to get you and keep you in his embrace. You’re laughing, trying to push him away but only half-heartedly as most of your mind is on the way his hard body presses against yours

Peter pulls away but only a little as he asks, “Wanna get ice cream?”

And you do. Anything to spend a minute longer with him. And something to cool yourself down

One day, it’s in the lulling silence between the two of you in the campus coffee shop that Peter asks you.

In between conversations, when neither of you have fought your words up your throat and out just yet, the silence had felt comfortable for a short time. In that brief window of time between friends and realizing that you’re actually starting to fall for him. But it’s different now, your nerves over-firing all the time around him, so this silence is like no other as of late: coursing into your muscles to keep you tense and nervous, even making you jump when Peter asks,

“Are you coming to my party on Friday?”

Your eyes blink up from the swirls of your drink to his, only beginning with “Um…” while your brain tries to catch up

You knew his frat house threw parties often, Peter leading most of them with wide arms and his usual grace. He’d mentioned you coming to them before but hasn’t ever asked outright. If how shocked you are by his bluntness rises to your face, he doesn’t acknowledge it. You liked Peter, being with him, but at a house of drunk people you didn’t know – that wasn’t exactly your element

As you balanced the decision back and forth in your head, he just watches, giving you an amused sort of look that doesn’t help your focus in any way. You hold your drink close to your body as you answer

“I don’t know, I might need to catch up on things – especially since someone’s been taking up plenty of my free time,” you pointedly say to him

In the short moment of him smiling, you think he might let you off the hook. But no

“C’mon, I can actually show you around the place. And you could meet my friends if you want”

Tilting your head, you ask, “Won’t you be busy hosting or… wanting to enjoy yourself and party?”

The laugh he lets out isn’t quite like one that follows something funny. More like he’s laughing at you for a bad joke. “I’d enjoy myself plenty just hanging out with you. Promise,” he says, holding up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

That makes you giggle. “Were you even a boy scout, Peter?”

His body leans forward along the table, his hand coming up to ruffle his hair before resting his head on his fist. “If you come Friday, I’ll show you my patch collection”

Smacking his arm, you shake your head. “You do not have a boy scout patch collection in your frat house.” You’re sure his wide grin matches your own, and there’s no way you can say no to him, to anything he’d ask of you in that moment

“Okay,” you sigh, “but if you weren’t an Eagle Scout, then I’m going to be a little disappointed”

He whispers a soft “yes!” under his breath, leaning back in his chair. You roll your eyes at his cheering, earning a soft tap from his foot against your leg under the table

Your roommate, watching you unable to decide on what outfit to wear to this, helps you get ready. Something cute? Something revealing? Your roommate leans toward the latter, “Make him start drooling the second he sees you”

Compromising on something in between, you walk out the door into your campus’s night air hoping it’s good enough for… what?

With each step, you get closer to the house, passing other students dressed up for the night, you’re not sure what you’re trying to do. Impress him? Get him to kiss you? Not be too embarrassed to show you around at least…

Music grows louder as you near the frat house, seeing colorful lights stream out from the windows. Just as sneaking thoughts start worming their way through your mind second-guessing this whole thing, you spot him

Peter’s out in front of the house, leaning back against the wall, bobbing his head to the music and sipping from a cup. In the swaying shadows of the lights, he looks beautiful like this – and then he sees you

Instantly, everything about how he holds himself changes. Pushing off the wall, arms stretched wide with that electric smile, he walks toward you

You’re not sure whether you’re relieved that you won’t have to search through a sea of bodies to find him or dreading how nervous his intense gaze makes you

As the distance between you two dwindles, his eyes drag down your body, making you shrink a bit. Maybe it’s the outfit, but he’s like this with you all the time. It’s how he has to be to any girl here

Your hands clasp in front of you, your fingers picking at your nails. Perhaps Peter notices because he grabs your hand in his, sending your skin aflame with his hot touch, and brings it up

Dramatically, he holds it as he bows with a dumb smile, saying, “Welcome to my great estate”

Giggling and embarrassed, you weakly try to pull away, but he holds tight for a moment – like if you pull again, he’ll let you go in an instant. As if he’s asking if you really want to leave his touch

But you don’t so you let him hold your hand as you say, “Peter, you’re ridiculous. I’ve already been here before”

Shaking his head, he fake tsks at you. “Sweetheart…”

Oh my lord. What did he just call you? Wait, shit, he’s still talking

“That was the traditional Boy Scouts greeting, don’t go disrespecting it. And you haven’t been here in its prime time, so I’ll have to reacquaint the two of you”

All you can do is laugh, your mind too fuzzy to think of a good response when that pet name for you rolled off his lips so beautifully. Not that you were focused on his lips

The feeling of him squeezing your hand brings you back, your eyes focusing on the way his head tilts slightly at you, his gaze never leaving you

Clearing your throat, you finally manage to say, “Show me the way, then”

Peter shifts to the other side of you, and the way your stomach drops at the chance of him letting go of your hand shocks you, your heart thumping against your ribs. But he just moves your hand from one side to the other, entwining your fingers with his while walking through the door

You’d been to parties, have become acquainted with loud and stuffy places full of people you don’t know, but the sheer intensity of all that feels tenfold against your chest. You knew his fraternity was made up of a lot of basketball players, but the amount of towering men walking through has you feeling just as small again

For a split second, someone bumps into you, disconnecting your hand with Peter’s as swaying bodies swallow you farther away. Standing on the tips of your toes, you try finding him again, but you can barely see or hear anything

You’re left following the crowd, pushing through until you find the kitchen. Feeling sweat start to form along your skin, you find anything cold to drink, standing off to the side. Though the rest of you feels warm, the part of your skin that he touched feels just a bit colder without him next to you

In the corner, focusing on the people in front of you, you’re trying to calm your heartbeat. And hoping that Peter would somehow find you

Though with everyone so close and the music too loud to hear another person even if they were yelling next to you, you found it difficult to find peace

Not until you spot him once again

It’s his flopping blonde hair that you first see, recognizing the twisted strands of sunlight as they move toward you. Then his warm eyes as they scanned the crowd

You look next at that usual smile that had started feeling like a familiar comfort – like discovering your new favorite song you wanted to replay for hours on end – but he isn’t smiling

No, his mouth’s set into a straight line, his eyebrows drawn together as his head whips this way and that. Abrasive thoughts in the back of your head tell you not to, that he wasn’t really looking for you. But still, you raise your hand, hoping to grab his attention

And once his gaze finds you once again, a tightness visibly escapes him, loosening his shoulders as he pushes through to you, not letting anyone stop his momentum until the two of you are face to face

“There you are,” he yells, though it feels like a caressing whisper against your cheek

“Here I am,” you tell him, unable to hide away from his infectious smile that brings one to your own face

“Yeah,” he breathes out. You can only tell by reading his lips, but you find it hard to drag your eyes away from his mouth after that

Not until he asks, “You okay? You look a bit flushed”

Peter pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, checking your temperature with those worried creases adorning his face again. The sheer tenderness brings a shaky breath from your lungs

“Here, let’s go upstairs,” he says, eyebrows raised as he grabs your hand again, holding tighter than before

A pang of apprehension – of guilt – hits your chest. “Shouldn’t you be down here hosting and being with your friends?”

As soon as your question hits his ears, he gives you a soft smile, rolling his eyes as he leads you through the crowd once more. Every time he looks back, making sure you’re okay, a tang of butterflies swirling in your stomach starts up again

The misattribution of arousal theory isn’t lost on you in the moment, and you refuse to be confused like those people. Clearly, your bodily arousal is coming from the suffocating party rather than the handsome man glancing back at you with stars in his eyes

That same inner voice from before raises worries that every pair of eyes watching the two of you might be assuming that Peter Parker’s taking you up to his room, all alone, to make you another one of his one-night stands

But you feel the way his thumb rubs against your skin as you climb the stairs, feeling the callouses he brushes along the dips and curves of your hand – finding yourself unable to care too much about what they all think when he fits so right against you

Outside his door, he knocks a few times, ensuring no one else has snuck in to use it before pulling you inside. All the once deafening noises become muffled behind the closed door, in a world far away from the one you found yourself in with Peter

The clicking of the handle’s lock being pressed clangs through your body, making your eyes widen. Was this what he actually wanted from you? You chewed on your lip, debating the situation in your head in an instant

But once he looks at you, he explains with a sort of breathlessness you haven’t heard from him before. “I just didn’t want to have some drunk couple trying to get it on while we’re talking, I didn’t mean to imply…”

Seeing him as the one flustered for once, his cheeks flushed as he tries to ensure you weren’t uncomfortable brings a surge of something – pride, softness, pure happiness in this uninterrupted moment – to your chest

“Makes sense,” you say, sitting down on his bed, taking another sip of your drink to soothe an ache in your throat… trying to soothe the pulsing that Peter seems to pinprick your body with

“Want another drink?” he asks, gesturing his head to the cup you hold

“I’m okay.” You shake your head, a smile rising across your face. “I’ll have to pay you back for another drink then,” you joke

“You never had to pay me back for the first one,” he says, walking in long strides to sit next to you, the mattress dipping with his weight and pulling your body closer to his

A tightness creeps up your throat, unsure where this comes from as you say, “What excuse would I have had to see you then?” You hope the giddiness, your frayed nerves, don’t show on your face

But he’s staring so intently at you from only a few inches away that he has to notice. But he doesn’t point it out, only whispering, “Let me take you out, sweetheart”

If it weren’t for the dull beats of the music and shouting voices coming from below, you would worry that Peter could hear your heart hammering throughout your body or the hard swallow that scratches its way down

Maybe he does hear it because now he’s only a breath apart from you. Softly, you whisper, “Then we’d have to go on another date so I can repay you”

Still closer now, you’re able to pick out the shimmering specks of color adorning his eyes, and you’d spend as long as he’d allow committing each and every one to memory

Against your lips, he mutters, “Oh, wouldn’t that be a real shame”

You aren’t sure when your hand found its way to his hand pressed into the mattress next to your hip or when it creeped up to his forearm, but it seems every inch of yourself magnetically pulls to him in the most addicting way

Even still, his eyes flick between yours and your mouth – now parted in shallow breaths – with his eyebrows raised, silently asking you the question your body is practically begging from him

At the weak nods you gave him, he asks, “Yeah?”

Your nods turned excited, desperate, as you whispered back, “Yes”

Surging forward, his lips are on yours, his hands pressing down against the fabric of your clothes, his chest pushing yours back. Like he can’t get close enough to you, not in this moment or ever

But the little noise that erupts in the back of your throat satisfies him enough as you lean until your back is flush against his bed and body over yours, his mouth moving as his tongue dips past his teeth and against your bottom lip

You’re not sure how long the two of you stay like this, a push and pull between your bodies, when he tilts his head back. As his forehead’s resting against yours, ragged breaths filling the space between you and a spreading warmth filling an empty space between your ribs, you smile

You smile until your cheeks hurt and he’s grinning back at you – like he’s content not being in on the joke, or maybe just that he knows the exact reason why you’re so happy because it’s the same reason he is

And you let him take you out on that date, with a promise to pay him back with another

@reidslovely

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter #college au #college!peter parker #tasm andrew garfield #tasm spiderman #peter parker x you #tasm peter parker x reader

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lemon-wedges · 1 year

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Just wanted to ask (and feel free to not answer), but how do you draw so much so quickly? I'm always impressed by how fast you doodle or paint. Also, wanted to say that I appreciate your Barok and DGS art as a whole.

and with this ask i have finally reached an artist milestone 😭

Well theres a short answer and a REALLY long answer (which ill put under cut when i get there).

short answer: practice + refs

which.....can be an annoying thing to hear. And as someone who studies art and has bought a LOT of online courses trying to figure out how industry people can just churn out work like nothing. it feels like a let down every time i find out their big secret. just practice and photo refs. Every. Single. Time.

LONG ANSWER:

its how you studying your refs. heres how i do mine

sorry if this is rambly. but ill try my best to at least be clear. BUT THIS is the EXACT way i taught myself how to be quicker.

I do not know if youve taken any art classes but essentially one of the ways to study gesture drawing is by first tracing ur photo ref to get a sense of the flow/proportions of the body. youve probably seen a billion of these tutorials floating around:

So last year around hmmmm june/july? i was NOT looking to get better at my anatomy or gesture. i was actually trying to get better at clothes. but my problem was it took me so long to draw out a figure (which i was fine with cause i liked how my people looked at the time) that i could never really just focus clothing part.

So i told myself look. ur not looking to draw in this style like this forever. so for now SIMPLIFY SIMPLIFY SIMPLIFY!!!! I WANT THE BAREBONES OF A HUMAN HERE TO MAKE A MANIQUIEN FOR CLOTHES OK

but how do i do that....

Im gonna use this piece as an example from my rise and yosuke fashion palooza month. FIRST u see i got all my photo refs together. i like those poses on the right and i want to switch out the clothes for the other ones i picked out. i trace out my poses. kind of like the tutorial up top but since this is about draping i was focused the exact places their waist/arms/legs/etc would bend.

and like the tutorial u turn off the photo ref and do a drawing based off that traced piece.

then i would turn on my refs and add on my clothes

And after a month of just doing that over and over and over. i was surprised to find that figures and poses were so much easier to understand when i would break them down like this. and once u get familiar with them the faster and more confidently you'll draw them.

I and still do this btw. heres my otasune from the last week

i used photo refs for all my sketches. if i cant find anything online to match what i want i just take photos of myself. and some might say well arent u just relying on reference TOO much?

AND AGAIN take it from someone who has spend a lot of money buying classes from their fav artists in the industry. The Secret of how they churn out so much cool work so fast always turns out to be this. practice and photo refs.

Every. Single. Time.(tho this is omitting a lot. im not getting into like they way they stylize their art work. that actually the fastest and funnest thing to do once u have ur base down)

Now PAINTING

The thing is, i dont actually post up all my work on this blog. So theres a ton of stuff you havent seen me do. These are some paintings i did 2 years ago for a class.

I already know how to pick my values and set up lighting. When you see me painting my figures now. i am not focused on learning these basics im actually just honing a technique.

you might see me post readmores with these kinds of wips. I lay in all my colors and lighting with the lasso tool. ALL THE MAJOR DECSIONS ARE DONE HERE

(the little miniature i add on the side basically tells me what the overall feeling is going to be when i blend in the lineart to be cohesive with my colors) ( also if you had any questions on my prepainting process tho. feel free to ask!!!)

and if you compare this wip to my finished piece youll actually find that i dont stray that far from what i've laid in.

everything happening at THIS stage is about feeling out how i want the textures to blend with one another and getting funky with some brush strokes.

and thats it? im not sure if any of this is helpful but if anything. i hope you come away from this feeling like what ive been doing here is nothing special. "THATS IT???? THATS ALL THERE IS??? well i could have done that :T"

exactly man. you can do ALL OF THIS aND MORE!!! I BELIEVE IN U :D

but ill let this be the last thing i leave u with my friend: my barok sketch and the refs i used for his boobies

#asks #ITS A LONG BOI #art advice #?

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annadiplosis · 10 months

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I’VE HAD THIS BLOG FOR 10 YEARS

Here’s to many more years of fish, vampires, aliens and bird people! To everyone who follows me and/or has praised my art, in any way, at any point, thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I’ll be ranting about art progress and style changes under the cut, but before that, just a reminder that I’m going through a complicated time in my life and if you want to support me and my art there’s a few ways to do so.

Now back to my goofy doodles.

Maybe because I've drawn ever since I can remember, I've never felt a ton of pressure to improve my art skills. It's always been something I knew was going to happen as long as I kept drawing, and that's what I've been doing. I try not to stress too much about staying consistent with my practice or achieving any self-imposed goals. I like to discover what I'm able to do, one drawing at a time.

I also believe progress is not linear, and not every single piece is better than the last. While my 2023 art shows a higher skill level than that of 2013, I think some of my older work looks perfect the way it is. I'm drawn to expressiveness, movement, and compelling characters, and that can be achieved at any level. I've gotten better at some technical aspects, of course; my linework is far more decisive than it was before, and my endless battle with color palettes gets easier every day. I'm also capable of unwillingly drawing the crappiest, most horrendous doodle you've ever seen, just as I was in 2013. Just as we all are. I'm not sure why I find that reassuring, but I do.

When I started this blog, what really worried me was developing a distinct style. I studied other artists and stole specific elements of their work, sometimes drawing and redrawing the exact same thing until I was satisfied with the result. At some point, and I can't exactly tell you when or why, I stopped caring about that. It's not that I thought I'd found My Perfect Style, because that doesn't exist. I guess I started focusing on other stuff, and that's when my actual style started coming together. I followed my instincts, tried to strike a balance between what came naturally to me and what I was envisioning every particular piece to look like, and it worked. Any alteration my style has gone through since then has been unplanned and intuitive, and I can't see myself approaching art in any other way. I'm excited to discover what kind of artist I'll be in ten more years.

Thanks for reading this far! Warm regards from me and every notebook I've used since opening this blog (#9 to #37 in my overall archive) ♡

#artists on tumblr #art summary #art progress #art #notebooks

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rosemaryandarsenic · 2 years

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The Sid to my Nancy

pairing| Gareth x f!reader

readersynopsis| Y/N and Gareth finally get together after a Halloween party

warnings|SMUT! 18+ only as always, minors DNI. TW: Vomit lol. Includes a little bit of hurtxcomfort, mentions panic attacks, biting, fingering, oral sex, and dirty talk! and cursing. Also unprotected sex!

AN: I hate the whole Sid and Nancy story IRL, but its a cute idea so I ran with it. Inspired by an Eddie prompt I saw recently, I HAD to write it for Gareth. As always, I don’t have any sexual writing for underage characters so Gareth is like 18-19 in this, as is the reader. Hope you enjoy <3

Gareth flicked his pen against the notebook in front of him, face scrunched in irritation. Fall classes at the local community college had started, and he hadn’t seen the harm in taking a few before deciding if he wanted a degree. Y/N sat across from him, intently staring at her textbook, headphones on. Her hair fell across her cheek, fingers fidgeting over her lips. Gareth was doing his best to concentrate and had failed, his eyes going to the hair on her cheek, the way she absentmindedly brushed her lips, as he tapped his pen. Y/N never noticed the drumming anymore, she was used to it after years of being in close proximity. She didn’t look up until the vibration of Gareth’s tapping on the table woke her from her reading.

“You good?” Y/N asked, catching Gareths gaze as she removed her headphones.

“Yah, yah, just…yknow…studying.” He nodded, still absentmindedly drumming his fingers.

Y/N smirked as she watched his hands move, “sure, studying.” She laughed.

“Let me see.” She said, grabbing his notebook.

“God your notes suck.” She laughed again.

“Like yours are any better.” Gareth chuckled, “I don’t know why we need to take math again anyways.”

Y/n blushed slightly at the mention of her notes, then recovers quickly, nodding to his statement. He brushed off the strange response.

“If you swap the 2 here and divide this, it makes more sense.” She says, pointing to the section he’d been working on.

“Oh…” he mumbled, staring at the page. “Can I see how you did it?”

She looks confused as she searches through her bag, “I left my notes at home.” She shrugs, and he groans.

As Gareth gets back to his math work, Y/N gets lost in her thoughts. Her math notebook was not at home, in fact, it was tucked between two other books in her bag. It wasn’t that she cared about him copying her work, it was the idea that he’d see her other notes. She groaned internally. In class, she’d been distracted, absent-mindedly doodling, when she realized she’d sketched a tiny heart in the margins. Her initials, and Gareths, stared back at her from the page and she couldn't bare erasing them. It was stupid really, she was literally a college student with a crush. She’d known Gareth since elementary school and knew his gross habits (the way he refused to wash his flannels until they smelled so bad his mom threatened to burn them lol). Her crush had started innocently enough, little glances here and there during freshman year. It had gotten worse when Gareth had started dating sophomore year. No one lasted long, but every escapade had left Y/N with a dull ache in the pit of her stomach. Senior year, she'd been high as shit and doodled his name in the waistband of her underwear. She blushed at the remembrance of it, chiding herself for the way she let her eyes linger too long on him. Despite being embarrassed, she never got rid of the underwear, and still wore them when she was feeling insecure. The secret of his name being tucked so close to her made her feel bolder somehow.

“I got it!” He said with an exhale of relief, slamming his book shut. His rings clinked as he moved.

Y/N smiled, closing her own book. “Finally, Jesus.” She responded, “can we please go get coffee now?”

He nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder, waiting for her to pack up.

“Actually, i’ll meet you in the car.” She said, “I forgot something in my English class.”

“M’kay,” he shrugged. “Meet you in the car.”

Y/N bolted down the hall as soon as he was out of eyesight, and headed for the bathrooms. Closing herself in a stall, she pulled out her math notebook and ripped the heart from the corner of the page. With a sigh, she flushed it down the toilet, leaning her head against the cold metal of the stall door.

Snap out of it.

…

A few days later:

Y/N stared in the mirror, adjusting her bangs one last time and yawning loudly as she heard Gareth and Eddie pull up outside. Since her dad had gone to prison, and the trailer was paid off, she lived alone. It came with a lot of benefits, and a lot of downsides, one of which was the bills. Y/N worked two jobs while in school to make ends meet, and she was tired. Sometimes she wondered if the lack of sleep made her delirious, seeing things that weren’t there. Nightmares of monsters, like slimy dogs with split faces. Lights that flickered too often and sounds out in the night. It was in those moments of feeling overwhelmed that she relied heavily on her best friends, all of hellfire really, but especially Eddie and Gareth. They’d been an unbreakable trio since fifth grade when Eddie had walked into lunch, head shaved and D&D book in hand. College hadn’t changed much, they were all relived to be out of high-school, doing what they wanted for the most part. She heard the front door swing open and a grunt, as Eddie tripped over game pieces on the floor. An empty trailer gave them a new location for meetings, and they hadn’t bothered to clean up after yesterdays meet.

“Can you maybe not fuck up my living room, or does it just come naturally?” Y/N laughed as she walked out, Eddie stuck his tongue out at her as he knelt to pick up the pieces.

He whistled as he looked up, grinning. “Nancy Spungen huh? Nice. Where’s your Sid?”

“Still looking.” Y/N laughed, grabbing her rings from the counter.

Gareth honked outside, as Eddie grabbed several packs of beer from the fridge. The sounds of Metallica echoed as Y/N locked the door and hiked her way to the car, her heels sinking into the soft ground. Her outfit was more extra than her usual denim and band tee, and she’d added her lucky underwear as a final touch.

“These shoes are gonna kill me.” She huffed as she climbed in the back seat, leather pants sticking to the seat as she tried to settle among the loose band equipment.

“Nancy Spungen?” Gareth asked, from the drivers seat, with a laugh.

“Why are you laughin-“ She cut off as she caught sight of him, his brown hair spiked out in all directions. Gareth was decked out in all black, a spiked leather jacket and chains adorning his torso. “You’re joking.” She laughed, trying not to blush and throwing Eddie a look as he slid into the passenger side with a devilish grin. He always seemed to know her little secret but he never said anything aloud. Little shit.

“Sid Vicious at your service.” Gareth laughed.

“This is why we should’ve talked about our costumes in advance.” Y/N whined, “no way I’m getting laid now.”

Eddie chuckled, elbowing Gareth, “told you she liked the movie.”

“Of course I did.” She rolled her eyes, and reached over the consul from the back to turn up the radio. “Speaking of costumes, Ed’s, where is yours?”

“I’m Eddie Van Halen.” He chuckled as Gareth and Y/N groaned. “What?! Its easy.” He lit a blunt, passing it back.

The drive to the party was quick, thankfully, because Y/N wanted nothing more than to get out of the car. She’d planned to make tonight a new beginning, get smashed, flirt a little, maybe mess around. But there he was, freckles and pink lips, looking like the devil incarnate. The Sid to her Nancy, without the murder. Maybe she should’ve gone with Carrie.

As they pulled in, she smiled at the smoke and lights in everyones yards, people milling around in clown costumes and plastic masks. Halloween had always been her favorite holiday, a day for treats and dressing the way you actually wanted to without judgment.

Synth music was blaring as they stepped inside, and she felt the weed hit, relaxing her muscles and making the lights twinkle brighter. Tonights going to be good.

Hours passed as she drank and danced, talking to friends from class and old classmates from high school. It was nearing midnight when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned to see Eddie. He motioned for her to follow, and she did, dazed from social interaction and the mix of substances.

“Time for some air,” he said as he pulled her onto the porch to sit, handing her a water.

“God, thank you.” She whispered, taking a sip greatfully. “What time is it?”

“Midnight.” He mumbled as he slipped a cigarette in between his lips. She watched as he expertly lit it against the wind and inhaled deeply. Eddie always seemed to do things so easily, like it came naturally for him to be wild. She envied it.

“What.” He nudged her knee, taking another drag.

“Ehh. Nothing.”

“Quit being coy, sweetheart. You’re a bad liar.”

“I’m not!”

“You are.” He said, making eye contact and refusing to break it.

She shifted, not replying.

“If its about Sid over there, I’m gonna pry it out of you eventually, you know that right?” He said, still staring at her as he gestured to Gareth, who was arguing with Jeff a few yards away. His hair had started to fall, the curls showing around his neck. He’s so…pretty.

“Goddamnit Eddie.” She said, tugging at her hair.

“Goddmanit yourself, dumbass, now spill.” He retorted, rolling his eyes.

“Nothing to spill, its stupid and its nothing.”

He laughed. “I’m so convinced.”

“Im serious, Eddie. Okay?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow. “If I have to watch you make googly eyes at him one more time im gonna slap the shit out of you.”

“Are you fucking drunk?” She said, a little to harshly.

“You wish princess, like I said, you’re just a shit liar.”

She was feeling neaseous now, unwilling to have this conversation.

“I see the way you look at him, Y/N.” Eddie said.

“Looks at who?” Gareth asked, sauntering up with Jeff and reaching for one of Eddie’s cigarettes.

“N-nobody.” She stuttered, looking anywhere else in an attempt to avoid eye-contact. She jumped up, almost toppling over from the awkward stability of her heels. Gareth caught her arm and she practically jumped away muttering something about needing to pee as Eddie snorted.

“What’s wrong with her?” Gareth turned to Eddie, who shrugged.

“Trouble with Sid,” Eddie chuckled, “why don’t you go ask?”

Jeff and Eddie gave each other a look as Gareth watched Y/N disappear inside.

The bathroom smelled like puke and cheap perfume, Y/N slamming the door shut behind her as she gasped for air. This was so stupid, Eddie was just prodding her because of the alcohol, right? She just needed to steel her nerves, go out there and dance again. Fuck this. She spun too fast and was hit with another wave of dizziness as she heard a knock at the door.

“Y/N? You good in there?” Fuck. It was Gareth. FUCK.

“Im fine!” She mumbled, feeling the bile rise in her throat. Fuck.

The door knob turned and he slid in as she collapsed in front of the toilet, heaving.

“Oh shit, hey hey.” He carefully scooped her hair in his hands, holding it back and away from the mess. “Its okay, I got you.” He whispered, as she squirmed.

She couldnt stop heaving, only feeling slightly less anxious as it all came up. She finally slowed, coming up for air and grabbing for the toilet paper. Mascara was running down her face and she really didn’t want anyone else here but she couldnt speak yet.

“This is bad timing probably but uh…why do your underwear have my name on them?” He asked quietly, still holding her hair, the skull on the chain around his neck bouncing on her shoulder.

She froze. Oh shit. OH SHIT. Grasping at the rim of the toilet bowl she turned awkwardly, panicking, racking her mind for a response. “I…don’t know.”

He looked at her funny, reaching out with tissue paper to wipe her chin. She was burning alive, could feel the bile rising again and tears peaking behind her eyes.

“Did you?” He gestured towards her waist where the leather pants had ridden down, exposing the pink lace and sharpie.

She groaned and leaned over the bowl again, staring at the water and truing not to scream into the bowl. HOW could she be so stupid, writing his name on her underwear of all places. What the hell was she thinking.

“Can you please look at me?” He scooted closer, “im not mad, I uh -“

“I’m sorry, its stupid.” She yelped, still leaning over the bowl.

“It’s not stupid.” He laughed, “its kind of…cute?”

“Cute?” She sat up, holding onto a roll of toilet paper for dear life. “You think its cute?!”

“I mean its weird, yeah, but like…”

“Like what?” She looked flustered, cheeks burning and hair flying everywhere.

“Like..like its hot. Uh…I mean its like you’re labeling your…yknow.”

I am going to astral project out of this house from embarrassment.

“Listen we don’t have to talk about it right now, you don’t look like you’re having a good time.” He mumbled, and she noticed he was turning pink as well.

“Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up and ill take you home, mkay?” He said.

She nodded.

She stayed on the floor as he got up and closed the door behind him. FUCK. Fuck.

…

Gareth stood on the other side of the door, waiting for y/n to come out. He felt the burn on his cheeks and couldn’t even try to hide it. His name, on her underwear. HIS name. He couldnt think of many reasons why a girl would have someones name written in their fucking underwear, and was trying not to let his imagination run wild. He’d always liked Y/N, since middle school, but she was so focused. So smart, and driven. She didn’t make time for relationships, said so herself many times. So he’d resigned himself to keeping their friendship going, but there she was, on the other side of the door with his name tucked into her pants like a secret label of ownership. He was too overwhelmed for this, only two beers in and feeling woozy. He couldnt tell if it was everything he’d just seen or if it was the booze, but he took in deep breaths to settle himself. Eddie sauntered over, seeing him hover by the door.

“She in there?” He gestured to the door. Gareth nodded.

“You good?” Eddie whispered, raising an eyebrow.

Gareth glanced at the door and slid over a few steps, Eddie moving with him as he leaned in to catch whatever gareth was trying to say.

“She uh…she’s vomiting,” Eddie winced, still listening. “But dude. She uh…she…” gareth was blushing and Eddie shoved his shoulder.

“She what?”

“She wrote my name on her underwear.” Gareth blurted, staring at Eddie.

Eddies eyes widened, and he set down his beer. He looked stressed, rubbing his eyes. “Did she say anything?”

“No!” Gareth was sweating, “Does she…?” He stared at Eddie. “Did she say something to you?”

Eddie opened his mouth to speak as they heard the door open beside them, Y/N walking out. She turned and saw them standing there, eddies expression shifting quickly. The three of them stood there for a split second as they waited for someone to say something, anything.

Gareth cleared his throat. “You ready to go?”

Y/N nodded, “Are we dropping Eddie off first?”

Eddie shook his head, “actually, uh, Jeff said he would.”

Y/N looked between the two of them and then turned and walked away, towards the door.

Eddie grabbed Gareth’s jacket as he started to follow and whispered in his ear quickly, “fucking go for it.”

Gareth exhaled and nodded, slapping eddies arm as he followed Y/N to the car.

The car ride back was quiet, y/n staring straight ahead wordlessly. Gareth’s palms were sticking to his steering wheel as he struggled to find any words at all to ease the silence.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked finally.

She still looked ahead, her face blooming with color again, “fine now.”

He nodded carefully.

She didn’t move when he parked, she just sat, like she was trying to work up the nerve.

“About the bathroom…” she trailed, “Im sorry.”

“You really don’t need to apologize.”

She chuckled, and went quiet again.

“There’s no chance you’re gonna forget this in the morning is there?” She asked.

He laughed softly, “not a chance.”

She turned to look at him. “Were you serious about…about it being cute?”

He blushed again, and nodded. “Guys dream about that kind of shit so yeah.”

She blushed deeper, and turned away, opening her car door.

Leaning in after she got out, she said, “do you wanna come in for a bit or are you going back?”

He tried not to jump out of the car head first, “nah, I can come in!”

“I need to brush my teeth.” She said, running for the bathroom as they walked in the door.

Gareth tried to situate himself on the sofa, but couldn’t seem to get comfortable. What the fuck am I doing, he said to himself, standing up and walking towards the bathroom.

The door was open, and he knocked on the frame to let her know he was there. She spat out the last of the toothpaste, and leaned against the edge of the tub with a towel in her hands.

“So…uh.” He started, and she giggled, burying her face in her hands.

“I really am sorry, I ruined everything.” She groaned, still covering her face.

“You really didn’t.” he laughed, sitting down on the tub next to her.

“Its probably time I said something anyway,” she whispered. “Apparently according to Eddie, it’s written all over my face.” She sighed.

“A little bit, but its fine.” He whispered back, staring at the way her thighs spread agains the edge of the tub, fighting against the leather that constricted them. “Its not like I’m exactly subtle either.”

She gave him a surprised look, “what?”

“You can’t tell?” Gareth said, his chest tightening at the realization. She has no idea, does she?

“No?” She said, looking at him intently now.

He shifted, trying to ease the anxiety in his stomach. “I’ve always liked you, y/n.” He exhaled at the admission, and her jaw dropped.

She didn’t say anything so he continued. “You always said you didn’t have time for sappy stuff like relationships and I thought…yknow, I thought that included me. Then I saw your underwear and I swear I wanted to pin you to the floor then and there.”

She was pink now, watching him talk, eyes wide and lashes fluttering. He couldn’t help but stare at her lips, the way they curved, the plumpness of them. His heart was pounding, hard.

“Pin me to the floor and do what?” She said, breathy, leaning in.

His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips a few times, before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her jaw, slowly moving down towards her neck as she gasped.

“That,” he whispered, “and this.” He gripped her hips and pulled her towards him, sliding his hands over her ass and the small of her back as he continued devouring her neck. She moaned into the crook of his neck, as she kissed him back.

Gareth felt like he was going to combust, the friction of her legs against him awakening the rumble in his gut that he shoved away so many times. She’s so warm and so close, he thought, cherishing the feel of her lips on him as she moaned softly. It was unlike anything he’d dreamed of, felt better than he could’ve imagined. He’d spent so many nights with his hand wrapped around his dick, picturing her hands instead, her mouth. He moaned now too, heat radiating between them as they slid off the side of the tub and onto the tile floor, grabbing at each other frantically. She pulled off his jacket, hands running over his clothed chest as she straddled him.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, letting her fingers dig into his skin as she panted, “so pretty.” He mumbled.

She leaned down, her movements making him grunt as he felt her warmth over his hardening cock. “Is this okay?” She whispered, running her hands under the hem of his shirt. He nodded aggressively, taking her hands in his own and pushing them up further. She flushed at the feeling of his skin, the sight of his happy trail as she pushed his shirt up and over his head. He craned his neck to kiss her as she pulled his shirt away, both of them gasping for air as she ground herself against his hips and wrapped her fingers in his hair. The spikes had fallen completely now, and his curls stuck to his forehead he watched her move against him. Pausing for a breath as she continued to grind on him, he stuttered, “we should get off the floor.” His head arched back as she nodded, hips grinding into him harder and slower, making no move to get off him. “Y/N, up.” He growled, thrusting his hips up as he spoke. She slowed, standing carefully, whining at the lack of him between her legs.

They barely made it into the hall when he pushed her up against the wall, slamming his mouth to her's and kissing her deeply. His hands pinned hers against the wall and he panted, refusing to break the kiss as she wiggled, trying to break her hands free to touch him.

“Be a good girl and let me look at you,” he whispered, planting kisses on her jaw. She complied, and he let go, watching intently as she unbuttoned her pants and peeled them away. Her legs were red, indents left from his belt buckle on her torso, and she wobbled as she pulled off her spiky boots. He could see how damp she was already, the folds of her pink underwear soaked. He leaned in, stabilizing her as he took in the sight of her from head to toe, slowly unbuttoning the cheetah print vest she wore as she reached for his pants this time, pawing at his hard member. “Fuck,” she groaned, hands stroking him as she met his gaze. “I have thought about this so many times.”

He chuckled, kissing her again as he pulled the vest away and cupped her breast with his hands, running his fingers over her nipples. “How many times.” He whispered.

“E-Every night,” she mewled.

He pulled back, eyebrows raised. “Every night?”

She giggled, “every. Single. Night.” He was so hard now, his dick was losing circulation in the confines of his jeans. He clawed at his belt buckle, unclasping it.

“No bra and those pretty little panties,” he groaned, “you’re killing me.”

He pulled his jeans down, not bothering to move them off his feet as he grabbed her and spun her around so her back was facing him.

Leaning down he traced the outline of her underwear with his thumb, “is that why you did this?” He asked, grabbing her ass cheek and making her lean back into him with another moan.

“Mhhmmm.” she panted again, arching her back as he slid his hands around her, dipping them under the little bow in the front, teasing her.

“do you know what that does to me?” he whispers, fingers inching towards her folds. She cried out at he finally swiped across her slit. She was shaking, hands up and behind her, looped around his neck, ass grinding into him and chest stinging against the cold air.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” he mumbles, drawing circles around her clit and kissing her neck, “all those nights alone, pretty girl. I would’ve kept you warm.”

Her legs were trembling as she replied, “what about you, Gareth? Did you think of me?”

He let out a low groan, pushing into her with one finger. “Every goddamn night.”

She was crying out now, pushing against his fingers and he savored it. “You know that picture of you from last summer?” He muttered, “the one where you’re laying in the sun in your swimsuit?”

She nodded, unable to form words.

“I keep it on the ceiling above my bed.” He groaned, humping her softly as he felt her orgasm coming. “So I can look at you when I jerk off. Those pretty lips, and those tits.” He moaned again, and she could feel his dick throbbing against her.

She crumbled, moaning loudly as she came on his fingers, still grasping at him.

“Such a good girl,” he growled, “so pretty.” He didn’t stop grinding into her as he pulled his fingers away, and reached for the waistband on his boxers.

“Let me do it.” She panted, turning to face him and grabbing the elastic. Her mouth watered as she pulled them down, freeing his thick cock.

“I wanna feel you.” He whined, grabbing for her. “Please, Y/N.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the ground, gasping as he climbed on top of her, pulling her panties off and settling between her legs.

“This okay?” he whispered, lining himself up with her entrance. She rutted her hips up into him, pushing him in some of the way and he moaned, quickly pushing his cock deeper.

“Oh my god.” He panted, thrusting in until he bottomed out and slowly pulling out before he slammed in again. “You’re so wet, Jesus Christ.”

She was grinding into him, his balls slapping against her ass as he thrusted steadily. They both moaned loudly, he was sure the neighbors could hear it outside and he didn’t care. He just kept pounding into her, loving the way her walls squeezed against him, the way she was moaning his name.

“Come for me, baby.” He growled, quickening his pace. That was all she needed as she felt her orgasm explode around her, losing vision for a second at the intensity of his thrusts still pounding into her.

“I’m gonna -“ he whined, thrusts getting sloppy.

“Come inside me.” She moaned, locking her legs around his waist. “I- I’m on the pill, please, I wanna feel it. Please!” She was begging, moaning as he felt the knot building in his stomach.

With one last thrust, he came hard, painting her insides white, cock twitching.

“Oh my god.” She whimpered, walls clenching around him, mascara running even more. “Holy shit.”

He laughed, carefully pulling out once her shaking subsided.

“Hang on, let me get you something.” He pulled himself up, ripping off the rest of his pants as he grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and ran it under warm water.

“Here you go, pretty girl.” He said gently as he wiped her off carefully, trailing kisses on her torso and thighs.

She sat up suddenly, surprising him. “Gareth,” she said shakily, eyes watering, “can we get pizza?”

He fell back laughing, “you scared me, Jesus Christ.”

She crawled over and snuggled into him, “sorry.” She giggled.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he whispered, “You be the Sid to my Nancy and you can have all the pizza your little heart desires.”

She smiled, “can we be gomez and morticia instead?”

His heart melted a little. “We can be anything you want, babygirl.”

#gareth emerson #gareth x reader #gareth the great #gwydion lashlee walton #stranger things

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ranposgirlboss · 1 year

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~HCS FROM MY BOOK!!-PART ONE~

THIS IS MULTIFANDOM!! also most of these are either slander or made for being a silly joke <333 so please don't take this seriously

fandoms: genshin impact, bungou stray dogs, and honkai impact

genre: fluff, slander, and sillies (it progressively gets less and less serious)

enjoy my shitty hcs from like a year ago <333 (they are actually older lol) ALSO ARE EXTREMELY SHORT SINCE IM LITERALLY JUST TAKING WHAT I WROTE WITHOUT CHANGING IT AND PUTTING IT OVER ON HERE LMAOASBHJAS (there's only so much space on paper </3)

chara list!!: albedo, kazuha, xiao, diluc, heizou, fu hua (sentience), scaramouche, aponia, dazai, ranpo, poe, ANDDD nikolai!!

FIRST TIME HOLDING HANDS!!

ALBEDO

-"its all for an experiment" he says

-lil bitch ok sure

-probably gonna study what this feeling is when he holds your hand and "why he feels so warm on the inside"

-acts like he doesnt care that much but bros probably gonna draw yall holding hands like a 13 year old drawing in her diary 💀

KAZUHA

-i love him but

-probably would make a poem about how your hand feels 😭

-he would be so cute tho ngl

-i mean just as always but also like

-please hold his hand he just loves you so much and along with words of affirmation physical contact seems to be his thing

-UGH MARRY ME

XIAO

-"wow y/n when you hold my hand the voices cease their calls for me to go to taco bell, thank you y/n."

-TAKE ME HIGHH AND ILL SINGGGG YOU MAKE EVERYTHING OKAY OHKAY OHKAY OHKAY (if you know that song here's your free kiss <33)

-and then you get married the end

-W H Y D I D I W R I T E T H I S B Y E -

DILUC

-could give less of a shit

-but for the sake of being a gentleman he says thank you and then continues bat manning sillily.

HEIZOU

-"y/n holding hands is cool but i think we should start an investigation of how fast we could make it to my place ;)"

-KILL YOURSELF. (please dont lead the way my silly detective <33)

-this gif makes me want to impulsively eat vanilla cake.

FU HUA

-YAAAATTAAAAA

-*holds hand* look at the beautiful sight ahead of us Y/N! no i did not make that fire-"

-fu hua arsonist era

APONIA

-MOMMY bjnEBHEKHBWJSK

-"y/n holding hands is great but why don't we open our arms and eyes to god"

DAZAI

-I APOLOGIZE TO ALL MY BSD READERS WHO HAVE TO SCROLL THIS FAR JUST TO GET THIS SILLy

-"i can always hold more then your hand~"

-a flirty bitch, but yall got chuuya knocking on your door asking you to "control your dog"

-ironic how chuuya is the one who says that

RANPO

-UGH I LOVE MY SKRUNKLE DOODLE PUSH POP SILLY SKRUNKLY CRUNKLY MUMPLY SILLY (yes i wrote that WORD. FOR. WORD.)

-will hold your hand for payments

-affection?? candy??? candys nuts fit in your mouth because they sure are about to <33 (i want to erase what i write sometimes)

-gets so happy omg

-not only does he have candy, you, but NOW he gets to hold your hand too>!1/!?!?

-wow he might as well steal from a candy store at this point

-might as well

-he swears it was an accident

POE

-poe held your hand with such sweetness, care, tenderness, love, and affection

-karl pulls up in his Mazarati, ready to throw hands once and for all, how DARE someone get more attention then karl

-poe has some explaining to do

-(i wonder how high i was when i wrote these)

-(i think i was 5'5)

NIKOLAI ( I FUCKING LOVE THIS ONE)

-so you go to hold his hand in y/n fashion

-suddenly you almost get hit by a bus

-"shit my bad wrong item"

-you stare in utter confusion at the bus as it suddenly vanishes like a fucking mob from minecraft or some shit

-nikolai god arc confirmed real

-so anyways you suddenly feel warmth on your hand on you see another fucking hand gripping yours but its literally just the hand detached from the body

-you are extremely scared and concerned why there's another hand gripping yours out of nowhere but with nikolai anything is possible so you just accept it and hold his hand back

-he giggles and nikolais away with the hand still holding yours

-(I ASKED HOW HIGH I WAS WHEN I WROTE THE LAST ONE BUT WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HERE.)

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the voices

ALOS THNAK YOU FOR READING THIS PIECE OF SHIT IM SORRY. SHE WAS ME FROM A YEAR AGO I DONT KNOW HER 😭

alos my reqs are always open

I ALSO APOLOGIZE FOR THE TAGS

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until-another-one-comes · 4 months

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Okay one last rant cuz thats enough unhingedness from me for one day:

I made a Francis-Nate breakup arc rewrite AGES ago. This was way back when I still cared for their friendship. Now I couldn't give a crap even if you pay me.

Anyways, rewrite:

Arc starts off as normal, with Francis taking a break from Nate. Instead of the Evan nonsense, we see Francis trying to find people to hang out with. Eventually he meets a bunch of kids like him: studious, quiet, rule-abiding. The exact opposites of Nate and exactly what he needs right now.

The arc continues with us seeing Francis hanging out with these kids. At first, things go well! He meets people who he can get along with and don't drive him up the wall! But after a while he gets bored with them. All they do is study, read, and not much else. We can have strips where Francis wants to have a snowball fight or play ice hockey (since it was winter in the original arc) but his new friends don't want to which makes him frustrated. He gets bored cuz theres no bantering. He even catches himself trying to see if his new friends are doodling or something.

Finally, Francis realises that while Nate drives him up the wall sometimes, there are many things about him that he DOES like. Francis likes Nate's sense of humor most of the time. He likes playing sports and rough housing with him and Teddy and joking around and just relaxing and having fun with them. His new friends are nice, but ultimately they're NOT Nate, who he actually get along with best.

So the arc conclude with Francis going back to Nate because he genuinely misses Nate, not because he had no other choice. He DOES have other choice, but its not the one he chose in the end.

Meanwhile Nate has a subplot where he actually learns to be less egotistical or whatever, which makes the reunion better because both boys learned SOMETHING from this whole thing

There. Boom. Done. Why is it so hard for LP to portray them positively??

Also honestly am I the only one who thought it should've been TEDDY who snapped since it was him that Nate ragged on because of the Valentines Card?? But that would require LP to actually care about Teddy so whatever lmao

#big nate #eva speaks

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Hi!! I really enjoyed the hc you posted of Curvo and Cara noticing y/n picking up on their habits, and was curious if you could write something like that for Káno and Mai?

Thank you, darling! 💚

Ps, those hc were really cute 🥺

Noticing you've picked up their mannerisms - Maedhros and Maglor

Author's note: Here you go! Some soft moments for our favs. Glad you liked the other HCs🧡 I was listening to tavern music when I wrote this and got carried away, this song really captures this post's mood *swoon*

Maedhros

He sometimes struggles with his concentration, especially when working at his desk

Whenever that happens, Mai tends to doodle. He doesn’t really notice, it’s more of a subconscious thing

You watched him zone out gradually countless times and it's the cutest thing ever

He’s always so put together and knows how to handle his concentration, but you knew he’s had more tea than usual that morning and tea always seemed to infiltrate his thoughts and make his eyes extra droopy

You were sitting on the couch behind the desk he was working at, practicing your beading skills, when you heard him draw a rather long breath

He’s doodling again, you thought, let me see what it is

Over time, you’ve picked up on some of the characters he would always draw when lost in thought. A small bird (you’ve come to the conclusion that it’s supposed to be a swallow) in particular would always make a comeback on his papers

Sometimes you pocket pieces of paper he was going to throw away, just for the sake of his little doodles.

He’s so prim and proper, always on top of everything, so dutiful and disciplined, typical eldest son behavior

But his little doodles always show you that even the firstborn prince is just a person with cute quirks

One day, you find yourself sitting in the library, studying for a poetry recital that is coming up rather soon

You know there’s going to be a discussion afterwards, that is why you have taken it upon yourself to refresh your knowledge about this particular branch of elven poetry

What started out as an inspired, enthusiastic study session has now turned into your eyes burning from the dust flying around in the air every time you’d turn a page

Why do these books have to be so old? You’re lucky if you don’t develop a dust allergy after this

The handwritten verses in your notebook are becoming sloppier and sloppier until you find yourself zoning out completely and thus forget about the quill in your hand

When you return to your chambers, Mai is there, curious to see which poems you’ve picked for the recital

So you unknowingly hand him your notebook and his eyes dart back and forth between the page and you — like what’s up huh

"That looks familiar," he smirks, pointing at the little swallows adorning the bottom right corner of the notebook’s last page. You rub your eyes — did you really draw his infamous doodle?? Wild

Mai just traces the doodle with his finger, his warm eyes scanning the page while smile lines start to form on his friendly face

He always knew you had a soft spot for his doodles, and to see you actually adopting them into your own subconscious studying habits just warms his heart in a way he cannot describe

He feels so connected to you in that moment, so happy and safe, knowing that you cherish his little quirks which he always deemed as embarrassing proof of his concentration struggle

"Can I keep it?" he lets it slip, and feels a blush creep onto his cheeks at your smile. You nod enthusiastically and tear the page from your book, giving it to him

When you enter his study later that day, you find that he’s framed that page and placed it on his desk, next to his quill and parchment :)

Maglor

Laurë is an early bird

He’s always been one to greet the world, to watch it wake up. To see the sun rise and warm every creature, no matter how small and inconspicuous, to make them feel like every day is going to be a great one.

He finds himself sitting alone in the gardens, especially in the spring time, when everything is misty and dewy and the silence seems almost eery.

You’ve gotten used to waking up without him, but you cannot hold it against him, really. Because he always kisses you on your forehead before he makes his way into the green grass and hanging trees, the roots and still tired flowers

And every time you wake up, your forehead feels warm because of his lingering fëa on your skin, coaxing a smile onto your face, before he returns to your chambers shortly after, with a freshly picked flower to sweeten your morning

And so, one fateful morning, you wake up before he does. And you can tell that dawn draws near

Somehow, Mother Nature is calling out to you, and the gardens look so utterly beautiful in the distance, clouded by the misty air, you just have to go see for yourself

You slowly get up and dressed, take an extra scarf because we wouldn’t want you catching a cold!

And then you step to your beloved Laurë, bend down and brush your lips against his forehead

A ghost of a smile appears on his relaxed features I’m simping

Your feet follow the trail he left from all his previous trips and you arrive just in time for the sun to peak past the horizon, lovingly greeting you, the newest creature in this setting

And so Makalaurë awakens, lonely for once, the memory of your kiss still on his forehead

When you come in moments later, a lone rose in your hand, hair frizzier than usual because of this morning’s humidity, eyes sparkling with the optimism of having witnessed Arda’s serenity, he’s falling in love with you all over again

"Good morning, Laurë!" You beam and stretch your arm out to present your little token of love and he MELTS

He’s never expected you to ever indulge in this little morning ritual of his, knowing how grumpy you always get if you didn’t sleep enough

He just falls into your arms, inhales your scent which is now infused with flowery morning dew

Your scarf feels warm against his cheek from the residue sunlight and he squeezes you tight and just sighs

"Good morning, my sweet Y/N"

I’m gonna cry

#maedhros #maedhros imagine #maedhros headcanon #maedhros x reader #maitimo #maglor #maglor imagine #maglor headcanon #maglor x reader #makalaurë #request

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