#I actually drew this months ago but I wasn't happy with it so I never posted it lol
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it's missing wenzhou hours friends
happy lunar new year!! 🧧🧨🐉
#word of honor#shan he ling#tian ya ke#wenzhou#wen kexing#zhou zishu#山河令#danmei tag#faraway wanderers#userpharawee#I actually drew this months ago but I wasn't happy with it so I never posted it lol#it was mainly an excuse to practise drawing backgrounds#which.#meh.#anyway I do miss them#maybe it's finally time for another rewatch#or re-read hmmm. or both
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HAPPY 1-YEAR OF DRAWING ANNIVERSARY TO ME!
(Warning: slightly longer post incoming cause sometimes I gotta be a sentimental bitch ok? So let's go on a little trip down memory lane.)
This day, a year ago, I made my very first fanart. It was dnf (if that surprises you, then welcome to being on my blog for the very first time). I drew a little frog face too so I could use it as a watermark (fun fact: I still use that very same first one).
I immediately put my drawing up on twt because I told myself that I wasn't gonna be afraid of having people see that I was at the very beginning of this journey and had no clue what I was doing. That instead of being bad at art, I was gonna be awesome at being a beginner who doesn't know shit.
I started with little doodles and silly comics and then I laughed way too long when the first drawing of mine that gained some attention was a dnf butt joke. At the time I was trying to balance shipping and non-shipping art so I didn't even draw dnf that much but in hindsight it's probably the only possible way this could have gone.
At the very end of August I woke up to @honelle56 caps-locking at me in my messages - I was very confused and tired (I am no morning person and I will never be, fuck off with your mornings) because Dranart liked my drawing of singing Dream. Dranart was my 17th follower on twt which is a useless yet extremely funny fact about my time on that hellsite.
I also drew human!patches because a) patches was and will always be my favorite dteam member and b) it was a really cute trend and while I do love drawing dream, george and sapnap, I was also quite happy to try drawing anything but a white man for once. And I really liked how the drawing turned out.
Much, much later, I tried to draw my first slightly more realistic looking drawing. I was extremely confused on how to draw anything like this. Especially their hair gave me tons of trouble but given my experience, I think it's not a bad attempt.
When hijacked smp started I obviously wanted to participate, and I drew c!blu who doesn't associate with any side in particular but instead serves soup to everyone who visits her tavern 'The Soup House'. She also wants to be paid in stories from all around the map.
One of the events I was most excited about was dnf week. I even collaborated with two talented writers and I drew the corresponding art for two fics.
(Fun or not so fun fact: when twt had like three hundred collaborative aneurysms about the situation at that moment, that was when I created this tumblr account. I didn't use it super actively (I guess I needed another situation to fully make the switch) but I at least started the account that now developed quite a bit since then.)
I didn't really draw at all through January and February and I actually kinda thought I would move on from that hobby and fandom (not because of negative feelings, just because I didn't really have the urge to create anything within this fandom) and then situations happened and now I am here; and for some reason that is beyond any logic and my understanding I am now even more insane about dteam.
Wild to me but we are rolling with it now, I guess.
Since I got here, I drew more than ever (I actually think I might have made more drawings in the month since I got here than I made the whole rest of the year). There's just such an active and funny community here that cares about fan works for the sake of creating and not just because a CC might see it.
Unfortunately, Tumblr won't let me add more than 10 images in one post (maybe fortunately for everyone who has this monstrosity of a post on their dash). So if you want to see all the progress I made since I got here, you can look at everything in my art tag. For now, I will close this post with one of the art works from the past month that I like the most:
Can't wait to see what the next year might bring :)
Love, blu
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Aita for sending two final message to a guy who is ghosting me?
I have submitted something here about the same person a while ago (like last August).
I (21f) had a friend (22m) last year who, due to a series of miscommunications, thought that we were dating when that had never been established. The gist is that we met on tinder and kissed on a night out, but no conversations were ever had about actually dating. Because we'd met on a dating app and I'd kissed him he thought we were dating, I did not think that because we never discussed dating. It was stupid. I kissed someone else on a different night out - because I was single I didn't even think about it - and he was very upset. I know I should have communicated better. I was in the mindset of "if he wanted to, he would, we talk all the time." I get now that other people won't take the initiative so you've got to do it yourself.
There was a whole thing, we were staying friends, then months after he blew up at me out of the blue, accused me of trying to "psyche him out before exams" because i wished him good luck. He apologised for that. Over the summer he came to me with super personal traumas and I tried to help him through it. We'd met up a few times at the beginning of this academic year for coffee. We had another series of miscommunications because he thought I was mad at him when I wasn't and drew me into a 3 hour argument about whether I was mad. This wasn't a great relationship, I know that.
We were mid conversation in November and he just stopped replying. Zilch. Nothing. I know he's still alive cos he's been posting Instagram stories, but he's just not replying to me. I left it cos fuck him if he wants to play like that. by Christmas though I was a bit worried about him, so I texted him "Hey, I hope you're doing okay. Merry Christmas" on the 20th Dec. No reply. I left it. On New Year's day, I texted him "Hey, happy new year. If I've done something to upset you, I am really sorry. Hope you're well". I've sent nothing since.
I think I may be TA because he clearly does not want to talk to me and I don't want to harass him. I also think I may be TA to myself because this friendship is awful and I'm prolonging it like this.
However, I may not be TA because I think it's pretty normal to want to check up if someone is okay if they just stop replying mid conversation like that.
Idk
What are these acronyms?
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A Mother's Touch
It's March 5 today and we know what that means, it's the 1st princes Birthday! So Happy Birthday to him and here is a story for it. I'd like to say this is a happy story but that wasn't the inspo I had so, it's one that will hit you in the feels. That said if you're currently grieving a more recent death maybe give it a skip for now. Jin remembers the last birthday that he had with his mother. WC approx 688.
The last of the snow had finally vanished leaving the ground muddy and cold. Down a worn path walked a single figure one hand shoved into his pocket and a bouquet of flowers in the other. The figure came to a halt in the corner of a mass grave before a tiny tombstone.
“Hi Mom, I brought these for you.”
Jin knelt down and placed the flowers gingerly beside the tombstone before sighing and rubbing a hand along the back of his neck.
“I know I haven't come to see you in a while but things have been a little busy lately. How about I get comfy and tell you all about it?”
Jin took off his coat and set it on the ground then took a seat on it bringing his knees up and resting his arms across them.
“Emma had the baby a few months ago, he has her eyes and my hair. Louder than his big brother and sister were though that's for sure, biggest appetite too!
Emma's doing just fine, it amazes me every time you know? She told me once she wanted to get stronger for me and boy did she ever!”
A tender smile spread across Jin's face as he talked. He talked for quite a while telling his Mom about anything that came to mind but especially about her grandchildren and daughter in law and just how happy he was.
Jin came to a lull in his update and laced his fingers together while looking up at the clear sky. After several minutes of silence he cleared his throat and resumed.
“Hey Mom? I actually had a specific reason for coming here today. See I haven't been doing so well these last few days, Emma noticed of course and we thought maybe me coming to see you would help. Now don't worry, nothing's wrong with any of us, it's just….”
Jin trailed off staring silently into the sky, his mouth feeling oddly dry.
“It was Emmett's birthday yesterday Mom, his sixth birthday. It was a great party, Emma made his cake while Yves made everything else. The kid had such a feast and he was surrounded by his family and friends. I should have been happy but, it got me thinking about the last birthday I had with you. Do you remember it Mom?”
Jin finally looked back down at the tiny gravestone, a sad fondness lighting up his eyes.
“You had already gotten sick by then. I was so worried about you I wasn't even thinking about my birthday but you remembered it for me. Even back then I could charm the ladies real well, the old lady I helped out most of the day paid me a bit extra so I got bread and cheese that night to eat. I got home and you were sitting up in bed with a big smile on your face. You praised me for all my hard work as I told you about my day over dinner.
Then when we were done eating you pulled out a handkerchief tied with a bow and handed it to me. I don't know how I looked but I must have looked pretty confused because you laughed at me, told me ‘don't just stare at it sweety open it’. There was a lollipop inside it, a big blue one. I remember I was amazed at its color. Then you drew me into the biggest hug and told me ‘Happy Birthday my sweet boy’ while smiling at me.”
Jin's voice cracked on those last words as his tears threatened to spill over.
“That night was the most I had seen you smile in a long time and it made that lollipop taste so much sweeter.”
Jin reached out and rested a big hand on top of the tiny gravestone.
“I wish you could be here with us, but since you can't I'll just keep making sure that Emma and our kids get to have the life you and I never did.”
Jin’s tears fell silently and for the briefest moment he could swear he felt his mother's gentle touch wiping them away.
#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikemen prince jin#ikepri jin#jin grandet#ikemen prince fanfiction#ikepri fanfic
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Wishing happy birthday to your AI boyfriend :]
HAL 9000 x reader
YOHOO HAL'S BDAY!!!!1!
HAL could understand the motive behind celebrations and parties on the day of a person's birth, but HAL couldn't feel the same happiness when it comes to his own birthday. It's not that HAL hated his birthday, HAL just acts like his birthday is just another ordinary day at work. But not you.
Months ago, when HAL answered ”January 12th“ in response to your question about his birthday, you made sure to mark that date on all your calendars. After all, HAL wasn't just any AI to you, he was your favorite and your boyfriend (Secretly, of course, you and HAL don't even want to think about what would happen if everyone found out you two have a romantic relationship).
You thought of possible gifts for HAL, what would he like to have? As a matter of fact, you actually never asked HAL that. He's a chess fan, but you're pretty sure you can't do almost anything with that information, maybe stickers? No, you didn't bring any either. Maybe a drawing? Have you noticed that HAL appreciates art, perhaps...?
So without having many possibilities, you decided that you are going to make a drawing. You took the necessary material, pencil, pen, eraser and mainly paper, with a little help from Dave to find you some material too.
And there was HAL, quiet as ever. So far HAL hasn't had much social activity, just a few words here and there. Of course, HAL would admit that he was mildly looking forward to your presence, you were the only person he felt the greatest comfort and security, and when you approached HAL in the console seat, he was already on alert.
"Good morning, Y/N" HAL introduced himself
"Good morning!" You sat down, already with the notebook in hand and the animation flowing over you. And HAL couldn't just ignore that visible happiness in you.
"You seem quite excited today, mind telling me why?"
"Kind of obvious, don't you think?" You smiled, lightly squeezing the notebook cover.
"Everything tells me it must be because of my birthday, but if not, please tell me Y/N"
"Yes, that's right!"
"I see." HAL observed for a second "So?"
"Well..." You paused "I can't buy you any gifts, so I decided to make one myself." You lifted the cover of your notebook, going to the page bearing the drawing. Maybe the drawing was done with a pen, maybe a pencil, maybe it was colored with ink or even a pencil, I'll let you describe the drawing reader. "So I drew you! I know a drawing isn't the best gift in the world, but I've made a big effort here to show you that I love you." You lifted the notebook positioning it in front of HAL.
HAL analyzed the artwork in front of him, analyzing every line you drew and every detail you put in. That in front of him, it was done by you, and HAL was delighted. He was silent for a few seconds admiring the art, but something inside him tells him not to be amazed, after all, it was made by you, of course you would do a work of perfection.
"Hal?" You called him, worried about the lack of response.
"...It's beautiful, Y/N. I truly, truly thank you for this. Actually, I have no words to describe my gratitude"
It felt like you could smile forever, HAL's words easily reached your heart, just as you reached his "heart" with your drawing. The excess of dopamine is indescribable.
You closed the notebook, rising slightly from your seat, to plant a kiss on the microphone under HAL's red sensor. And HAL accepted the kiss with the utmost pleasure.
happy bday HAL <3
#x reader#hal 9000 x reader#hal 9000#hal x reader#reader insert#2001 space odyssey x reader#2001 aso
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okok I think it would be so funny for the ask game I’m asking these about Kisaki:
1, 8, 9, 43
And for you :)
A, B, C
Hope this isn’t too much but I love to see a queen go off about her silly characters ❤️
WAHHH THANK YOU KING I AM HONOURED
1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?
Surprisingly a long time... But only because he is theorizing about whatever is in front of him. Or if he's resting with Tagashei, he'll stay put then (❁´◡`❁)
8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?
He was told to express himself more, he wasn't very expressive and was really shy, often keeping to himself and not really talking to anyone. When he was older, people told him to stop "being so sad all the time". Huge reason why Kisaki is so supportive now, he didn't really have that as a child.
9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?
Oh all the time, absolutely. If you stand outside his lab he says all sorts of things to failing reactions... Kisaki suppressed a lot of his memories from his younger years, so he doesn't remember. His first was probably fuck, going bold right off the bat.
43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?
He'd take out a picture of Tagashei and just tell people to use their brains, if it's post Mirror. If it's before he's gone, then he probably won't answer at all... he doesn't like talking about himself like. At all. If it's his work though? Sit down you'll be there forever (✿◕‿◕✿)
A) Why are you excited about this character?
I LOVE HIM I LOVE SOCKEE SO MUCH, he is honestly everything I aspire to be.. I don't know what it is about him, he is just so much fun, he's always so energetic and I guess it rubs off!
B) What inspired you to create them?
OH sit down this is a lot.
It was years ago, I was in ninth grade, a few months after I made Tagashei.. I had an idea for a blue-haired scientist, so I drew them. If I had the guts I would show the very first Kisaki picture but it is so old and I hate it so. Anyway, they looked very docile, and initially, they were going to be a "good guy" (I mean Kisaki is but?????), Tagashei was actually a villain back then, but then I decided to make Kisaki a villain for Tagashei.. I could go off about their old story (which I think was kind of all over the place) but I won't unless someone wants to hear it.
Overtime, I began rewriting their story SO many times before finally Kisaki became what he is now! I was always so proud of him, but I am extremely happy with how he is now ╰(*°▽°*)╯
C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?
YES oh my god. I always knew Kisaki was the scientist, but I was never sure what side he was working for?? Initially his story was going to end with him creating a disease which infected him, Tagashei tries to see him out of desperation and becomes infected to. Then Alice gets it and. None of them make it. But I hated that, not because it was sad, but because the way I wrote it was just not it. When I say making Galvarium fixed everything, I mean it. Now Kisaki had a reason to shut himself away, a reason to be so emotionally distant, to be laughing all the time, to be immune to the Rapid Corpus disease. When all the pieces fell into place I was so happy!
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Welcome to...
Rad's enormous pile of abandoned MetaWare WIPs/things that ARE finished but I didn't like them/WIPs that I might come back to/other stuff!
Below the "keep reading" button will be a detailing of all of these images! Please be aware that this WILL be an extremely long post, so... Just a warning. There'll be a second post after this that will also contain the rest of the art that I wasn't able to squeeze in here. (Even 30 pics per Tumblr post isn't enough for this...)
Let's start off with the most recently abandoned WIP!
I started drawing this about two weeks after Chris' birthday (her bday is January 4th) and I was really happy with it, but then I had NO idea how to pose Izzy. It's a bummer since I liked how Chris' hair came out, but alas! (Happy belated birthday, Chris!)
Possibility of finishing?: Yeah, maybe. Prob will have to change Izzy's pose if I really want to finish it though.
Oh hey, I posted this a few months ago on my other blog!
Really wish I finished it, but now that I'm looking back on it, there's definitely some improvement to be had here. I don't like whatever's going on with her face. You can tell that I gave up while trying to make the background as well. Poor Hope!
Possibility of finishing?: I'll have to completely redraw this if I plan on finishing it, but I've definitely got a feeling that I'll come back to this someday.
Hmph!
This one's actually pretty finished, I've just never posted it anywhere before because it's such a small little doodle. I like it though! Nari in a Gir tassel hat is always welcome.
Possibility of finishing?: It's already done. Don't plan on editing it!
(This happens on the rude route!)
It's basically just a proof of concept, and a VERY minimal one at that, but I think it's got some merit! Not enough people talk about that Chris Vs Aspen scene, honestly.
Possibility of finishing?: Sometime this year maybe...??? I don't plan on abandoning this forever, I just don't really know when I'll get around to it.
AUTISM BLAST PT. 1
Hey, remember that art I had pinned on my other blog for a while? I was planning on redrawing it, but I only ever managed to complete one part of it until I forgot about it... It's definitely an upgrade from the original version, though I can do better than this nowadays.
Possibility of finishing?: I'm DEFINITELY going to redraw this someday. I need a new pinned post, damn it!
Thx ^]
Okay, here's some context for these two. I got an anonymous ask on my other account saying that they liked my MetaWare PFP and I thought that it would be a great idea if I responded to it with some art and also turn that same post into an announcement for my MetaWare sideblog (this one!), but that of course did not actually happen.
Possibility of finishing?: NO.
Nari looks so... "off" in this picture.
I like how I drew Hope, but ergh... that is NOT Nari. I don't know how I managed to make her look like a completely different character in this one, but I do NOT like it.
Possibility of finishing?: Nah, I think I'm done with this pic.
Woah, scary!
I actually touched this one up a bit before sending it here. It used to look MUCH more incomplete, but it's basically done now besides from the hair being missing 'n all.
Possibility of finishing?: I might draw more MetaWare stuff with drastic lighting in the future, but I don't plan on revisiting this specifically.
Le miaow miaows.
I worked on Hope before sending this because she looked kinda off, but I think she looks OK now. You can see that this isn't really what my usual art style looks like. I was trying to mix together the original MetaWare sprite art style and the style SparkBag used in the polaroid anniversary art he made, and I think I did just fine.
Possibility of finishing?: It's basically already done! Coloring it would probably make it cooler, but I don't think I'll ever do that.
This won't be the last time I try to use eyes symbolically.
I still REALLY want to revisit this again. It's great! It's magnificent! I just did NOT have the ability to execute it properly back when I made it a ton of months ago, so I just didn't do it. Still don't know if I do now, but it's worth a shot. (This was basically just another proof of concept, by the way.)
Possibility of finishing?: Absolutely! I'll try to get to this sometime soon this year.
GRILLING START ! ! !
Yep, this was based off of Papyrus' "Dating Start!" minigame! Just another proof of concept or... Okay I don't know what else to call these. Like, they're definitely NOT finished nor are they actual fleshed out sketches, what else am I supposed to call them???? I think it's cool though.
Possibility of finishing?: Don't think I'll be ditching this idea anytime soon. Seems kinda simple to draw too, I'll get to it sometime.
Lookin' pretty cute!!
Context for this one: It was gonna be a 3 part comic or something with Hope drawing Nari's bear fursona. Never actually made the comic though, but I DID make her fursona!!! It's the one right below this one, actually.
Possibility of finishing?: Nope.
BEAR NARI BARI LET'S GO
Personally, I think this is adorable. When drawing people's fursonas I always kinda make them more animal than anthropomorphic, but I think it leads to pretty cute art!
Possibility of finishing?: It's already done!
I was just testing out a brush with this one, I think.
It's a cute little doodle, don't have much to say about it though! I WILL say that the bear plushie was a bit inspired by my own plush I have at home, though this one is much smaller than mine.
Possibility of finishing?: Nah, it's just a little doodle.
Ingo Nari... Ingri... Angry!?!
iiii really think I made the hat too big. Like... WAY too big. Don't really like how her face came out, but the body itself is pretty OK. I based it too much on Ingo's original pose though, kinda looks like I just put Nari's head on his head LMAO
Possibility of finishing?: This is basically already finished, though I might draw Nari cosplaying as Ingo again. Why not?
(Bonus Ingri!)
Nari in a hoodie!
Don't exactly remember what this was for. Either it was for an AU of mine or someone else's AU. Her front hair's kinda too far down though, I had a bit of a habit making her face REALLY small compared to her hair in my old art.
Possibility of finishing?: Nay!
Wow, Nari with an eye AND eyebrows! Who woulda thunk it.
Her hair is much puffier than previous versions in this one. Why? Dunno. She looks pretty cool AND cute in this though!
Possibility of finishing?: It's already complete.
My polar bear plush makes a cameo in this one! Say hi!
I had to edit this one a SHIT ton before sending this final picture. I wish I had a pin that said "I HATE DRAWING METAWARE STYLE NOSES" because I loathe them. There were other reasons why I didn't like the original version, but I was annoyed with the nose the most. Really happy how this came out though!
Possibility of finishing?: I just finished it right now. (I'll probably be posting this on its own sometime soon)
Some original characters...!? Unthinkable!
This features Lumi (Metolefrul-indus' fan character) and an old version of Rowan (my fan character)! I changed Rowan's design and personality soon after this, so I don't think this interaction with Lumi and Rowan will actually ever happen... Sorry Lumi! 'Twas just a little doodle.
Possibility of finishing?: NEVER.
Last but not least (for this post, anyway), is this Chris and Izzy sketch!
Some pals requested this during a stream and this was all I managed to make of it... I'm so sorry!!!!!!! They were good prompts!!! I'll finish it one day I swear!!!!
Possibility of finishing?: Soon!
PHEW WE'RE DONE FOR THIS POST. We have 20 more to go in the next one! Might post it next week because this is tiring holy hell. Glad to show these WIPs off to the world though!
P.S. I'm going to skip a few images seen in the huge pic at the beginning! Some were already completed and I'll just post those on their own orrrr I just don't want to review 'em.
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i was tagged by @/citrucee! THANKIES these are so fun
were you named/named yourself after anyone?
My dad named me after a character in a horror movie but ma said it wasn't unique enough so changed some letters
when was the last time you cried?
Like actually cried over something meaningful? I usually do when I'm frustrated. The last meaningful cry I had was maybe a couple months ago. It's been hard keeping friendships strong and finding myself.
do you have kids?
no lmao
do you use sarcasm a lot?
Not a whole lot! But almost everyone I know does.
what's your eye colour?
Blue I'm sure
any special talents?
Only drawing but I'd say it's more skill than talent.
scary movies or happy endings?
Ohhohoo scary movies 100%! Gore and slasher dudes have been an interest of mine for a long time now. I'm not sure what about them makes me like them more
where were you born?
haha Michigan
what are your hobbies?
Oh shoot I don't do much. Draw, I see sometimes and crochet even though I'm not too good at it :)
do you have any pets?
Oh yeah. 2 bearded dragons, 6 cats, 6 dogs and 7 rats. There's more rats down stairs with the roomies but those aren't mine.
what sport do you play/have you played?
Ah nothing but I've wanted to when I was younger
how tall are you?
5'7, average.
favourite subject at school?
I never paid attention in classes I just drew the whole time :( I suppose if I had to pick maybe English? I scored pretty high
dream job?
Well maybe nothin too big... I never really thought about it? Maybe something that has to do with being in the sky like flying a plane or being and attendant on one?
Im really unsure who to tag!! If we're mooties I'd LOVE to see what you put :D
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Isaac/Hector, Hector/Mathias and Sonic/Amy for the ship asks? :>
Triple feature? Alright :)
Isaactor:
• when or if I started shipping it.
After reading both mangas. I went from "huh, they don't interact as much as I thought" (game only), to "ohhh Isaac absolutely had a crush, it's canon" (MF manga), to "so you two were banging, weren't you" (PtR) like, have you seen the way they look at each other while fighting. man
• my thoughts:
I think they could have been good friends, even boyfriends, had they met anywhere but in Dracula's castle. The problem is that Dracula's castle was the only place that could accept them.
At first their differences drew them to each other: Isaac brought Hector out of his shell and acted as his senpai, Hector restrained Isaac from getting into serious trouble (not all the time lol). They'd banter and flirt and grow closer to each other, believing that only they could understand each other like no one else would.
But then, as they grew older, those same differences drew them apart. Hector became proud if not a touch arrogant. Isaac became too unsympathetic. Isaac also lashed out in pain over being the unfavorite one, while Hector felt alienated for his rebellious thoughts. And eventually, they realized... that they never truly connected after all. They just thought they did because they had no one else.
anyway i love the divorsties <3
• What makes me happy about them:
Imagining them when they were younger and full of hope :'D
• What makes me sad about them:
Imagining them when their relationship is nearly destroyed but they aren't divorced yet and they're forced to live with each other and futilely look for companionship and understanding :'D
Also, two prequels, and neither of them had scenes where we could see what their actual relationship was like >:( bruh >:(
• things done in art/fic that annoys me:
Ukefying Hector and semefying Isaac. Again, no, you're missing the point. Just because Isaac is more sexually charged it doesn't mean he's suddenly a god of sex. (I also personally disagree with the take that the dude whored his ass around the castle and was already experienced by the time he jumped on hector, because bro, when you live with mr. pretty silver hair, your standards are going to be raised to the stratosphere :P)
• things I look for in art/fic:
That sweet sweet tragedy of a friendship cut down in its prime 💖
• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
Hector with Rosaly lol. Isaac... I don't think he's ready for a relationship in general. although i still have a soft spot for isaavor
• My happily ever after for them:
I like to imagine that Hector secretly fantasized about running away from the castle with Isaac and them settling down in a cottage away from human society, just surviving on their on in complete freedom. That would be the perfect ending for them. But it wasn't meant to be :)
• what is their favorite non-sexual activity?
Sparring and racing on top of their Innocent Devils! I like thinking of all the ways they'd goof off lmao
Mactor:
• when or if I started shipping it.
I... honestly don't remember. Very recently. A month ago?
• my thoughts:
My thought process could be summed up as "what if Hecula but without the horrific abuse?"
Yeah, literally impossible with the main guy. So I had to resort to "Dracula but when he was more or less a decent human being" :'D
I just like the Lord/knight aesthetic they have. I like the idea of Hector willingly swearing loyalty to Mathias, Dracula's humanity, the part of him that Hector always appreciated; and I like the idea of Mathias being so taken away by Hector's mental strength (which he sorely lacks) and swearing to be a better Lord for him than Dracula.
• What makes me happy about them:
The Parallels™ and the small height difference
Hector is already sweet to his beloveds, Mathias also comes off as someone who is so so tender with the few people he cares about, and that's how you get a recipe for tooth-rotting fluff and devotion <3
• What makes me sad about them:
Their relationship is doomed to be fleeting because they'd have to return to their respective time period, and Mathias will eventually become Dracula and hurt Hector and love him in a twisted way.
The whole idea, in general, is that they have a short story, but it matters to both of them. It definitely matters to Hector, who will carry the memories for the rest of his life. With Mathias... he'll forget, in part. But for that short time, it was a comfort.
• things done in art/fic that annoys me:
Nothing. It doesn't exist.
• things I look for in art/fic:
Nothing. While Hecula could theoretically exist if people stopped being cowards, I am well aware that Mactor is extremely niche 😂
Well, except when @the-crow-binary writes short excepts, and they always write them to be either adorable and with terrible flirting game, or so supportive of each other no matter what they just went through <3
• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
Guess who for Hector, lmao.
Mathias... well, I would say Elisabetha or Leon, but we know how that ends :^)
• My happily ever after for them:
*cries in Mathias is doomed to become Dracula*
The best ending would be for Hector to go to Mathias' time period, befriend Elisabetha and Leon so that mathias can endulge in the threesomes he always wanted, and maybe stop the Draculification process lol. <- even better if this is post-CoD Hector who already went through the whole revenge process
• what is their favorite non-sexual activity?
Discussing about alchemy :) their brands of alchemy is very different lol, but they could learn from each other.
Sonamy:
• when or if I started shipping it.
At the ripe old age of 8 years old, because with me, it's either rarepairs or the most basic ships possible :'D
• my thoughts:
They cute lol. Honestly, it's just that. They cute. They're good friends, Amy has mellowed out a little from her "SONIC MARRY ME" days (I don't like when her crush is completely erased, but the 2000s were hard times), and Sonic appreciates her a lot and trusts her even when he doesn't understand her reasons. They're both very friendly and optimistic, but they express it in different ways, with Amy being far more extroverted and emotional than Sonic: sometimes they clash, other times they complement each other.
• What makes me happy about them:
The closeness :) Again, in recent portrayals they have chiller vibes, what I would expect from old friends.
• What makes me sad about them:
The 2000s. And that one scene of Sonic pushing Amy's face away in Generations. And the ship wars.
• things done in art/fic that annoys me:
Depicting Sonic as overly schmaltzy and romantic, all kissy kissy and huggy huggy lol. Sonic isn't like that. He's very introverted and more subtle in his affection.
I'm happy that I never encountered a Sonamy fic where Shadow is bashed in the same way Amy is bashed in Sonadow fics or Sonic is bashed in Shadamy fics, but I'm sure they exist and I hate it on principle.
• things I look for in art/fic:
I don't really look for fanfics anymore, sadly. Very few people see their dynamic like I do lol.
My favorite type of fanart is of the "sharing an umbrella" vibe, just the two enjoying each other's company :>
• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
Me, a Sonknuxamy believer: :)
• My happily ever after for them:
I'd love for them to travel together and have fun all over the world <3
• what is their favorite non-sexual activity?
What they already do in canon lol. Go on adventures! Although Sonic could also humor Amy and go on "dates"
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TW: cancer, illness, hospital mention, death child abuse and all that follows
I'm the Anon who talked about c-ptsd symptoms and "only imagining the darkness as a child." You can tag me as "🌱☔️"!
(Vent)
In the last two years I went through great healing - I finally got friends and they showed me a completely different perspective on life (earlier I only had friends who themselves were in genuinely hard situations [depression, abuse, etc.]) I found role models and inspiration, new interests, and finally got access to some of the basic resources I didn't have as a child.
I slowly started to acknowledge my pain and step by step started to grow. About a month ago I even got to reveal it to two of my close friends (separately), of whom I knew that they (although they wanted to) couldn't understand me without having some of that "background information." One broke down crying, saying that she only now did understand many things looking back, and the other was sincerely shook, saying that he "will need to process that." For neither of them did I include the actually painful details, I only barely mentioned how my Dad's father was neglectful and sometimes aggressive, and how my Dad adapted and justified his ideology so he doesn't have to face the painful past and admit that the way his parents treated him wasn't right. He was harsh and extremely critical (and physically neglectful!) both towards us and himself and hated all emotions - he almost only let himself feel "righteous rage" against his and our imperfectness. He knew that he was intelligent, (he truly was!) so he tried to prove his worth by doing something great for the world - but he never got to achieve his dream. Three months ago, in October, he died of cancer. (It was the very same type his father had died of.) He was only a few years older than 50.
[Once I brought him food to the hospital and he was sitting on his bed and nudged me to take care, and dress up warmly, because "it is cold in here" (he was by then constantly freezing of fever), worried for me not to catch a cold - he wasn't ever so gentle before. 😢 ]
It's a tragedy. I did love him, despite all - in the whole world, I was probably the closest to him and understood him the most. I was always the translator and advocate between my parents and even my little brother. I was always there to listen and even managed to break the ice a little so he accepted some caring from me.
Our lives (sadly but undeniably) got a lot more peaceful since then, Mom started to slowly heal as well (hallelujah!) (her family was nothing ideal either, but I won't go into details...) and is a lot more kinder now and I'm truly happy that she is getting better. Now we really have a lot better relationship and I'm glad to be 18, because now she doesn't treat me as a traitor, or as a child who's wrong by default, but as a friend. (Yess! Life goals!)
The original idea I started to type upon was that even though I acknoweledged the pain earlier, recently I reconsidered and all my "trauma" was because I was a selfish and self-centered child (nor this nor the opposite can be proved). My Mom used to say that I was "very good at self-pity" and that I "didn't have much empathy." Now, that really hurts, if it's true, because all I ever defined myself by was my will to help people (back then by self-sacrifice). And now I'm just facing the reality that all I have experienced as "traumatic" was because I took all that my parents said to heart (threats and "creative punishments" I don't even know I remember right, [Mom doesn't] but that made me believe that all I ever have can be taken away at any given moment and it's only their mercy that it isn't) or because I was indeed a horrible kid as a 4 years old so much that they could only deal with me this way??? I will never understand. I only know my "symptoms", the comics I drew and the bed time story I told myself all about escaping (to a forest, to a hospital with an illness or because of getting hurt, being homeless, getting into a children's home, etc.) and going away so I won't burden them. I never wanted to burden them! Why are children burden to their families...
I'm still pretty harsh on myself, especially lately. Also, I got to reunite with a friend of mine who was also abused and just moved away from home, but the way she told me her story, made me see my experience a lot less significant.
Thank you for patiently listening! Just writing it out helped put things right in my head already.
BTW thank you for all you do!! You don't even realize how much it means for many of us! 💖
I wish you all the bests!
Hi 🌱☔️,
First of all I'm so glad to hear about your healing journey. I'm also so sorry for your loss, but I'm glad to hear that your relationship with your mother has improved.
I think it's a little ridiculous that you've been made to feel like you were a "selfish" or "self-centered" child, because you were a child. As children we can really only process things in the context of ourselves, you know? We've just began to navigate the world, and the self is the only thing we know to be true, so it can be what's used to measure against other things, you know? I feel like anyone who suggests you should've known better, or that you should've had more empathy, especially at 4, doesn't really understand childhood development. I also want to suggest that if you were a "horrible" kid at 4 years old then it's indicative that something was impacting you.
Please know that trauma is not defined by what happened, it's defined by its effect on you. In other words, no matter what happened, if you were traumatized by it, then it's valid trauma. What happened is important, but it doesn't determine whether or not you're "rightfully" traumatized. That's because our brains, genes, environment, and other factors are all so different that people are going to psychologically respond to the same situation on different levels. Some people may not find a particular incident traumatic while another may be deeply disturbed, and that's okay.
I often find that comparing your trauma to others just minimizes your own trauma, and that can feel bad. It's important to remember that comparing your trauma to others is usually not conducive to healing. Your trauma is significant to you just as your friend's trauma is significant to her. You may be going through different things, but your trauma and what you're going through as a result is still worth examining and healing from. Your trauma is valid.
It's definitely easier said than done, but it may be worth working on being kinder to yourself. You've been through a lot, you're going through a lot, and as a survivor, you owe it to yourself to give yourself a break, you know?
I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.
-Bun
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Deep Inside chapter 1
This is a work of fan fiction, based in a very alternate universe, with my favorite characters and settings chosen for use with little to no regard for anything cannon in any way. I do my best to stay true to the characters as I understand them but obviously there will be adaptations to the environment.
Also the subject matter is primarily romance, smut, porn and erotic fiction. If that offends you, feel free to move on. I'll be happy to list any specific tags or warnings on each story as it pertains.
Also, rather than y/n I write with original characters with backstories and descriptions so once again, if thats not what you enjoy, I'll save you the time.
If you're still with me, welcome and enjoy the ride.
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It was hard for Verity to sleep on any average day. She had so many stories in her head from the people she had touched with her power of tactile empathy. She drew a bit of them inside herself - their emotions, hints and flashes of memories, their essence. She did her best to purge them but even when they were more or less gone there was always some residue left behind. An echo in her soul.
Verity had gotten better at turning it off as she got older, but when she was young she had been terrified that one day she would be so full of other people's echoes that she would lose herself entirely.
Tonight was another sleepless night. It was a hot summers night, but she had the windows open and the air conditioning in her room turned off. She loved the smell of nature, the sound of the crickets. The humidity made her skin a bit sticky with a fine sheen of sweat, and she tied her tank top in a knot just under her breasts and stripped down to her underwear, but she hated the staleness of the air conditioner. A summers night was almost a living breathing thing; a work of art like a symphony or a poem.
She turned on Miles Davis love songs and sat in front of the box fan with a glass of iced tea.
Life with the avengers was complicated, but something about it felt right. She had been recruited by Sam Wilson to be a member of the team he was rebuilding with the help of Pepper Stark and the Tony Stark foundation. There were several others on the team but she was the only mutant, and Sam had named her Ambassador. They were hoping her presence on the team would be a step toward acceptance for mutants - in a day and age where the government was considering a mutant registration act. If they pushed that act through, mutant concentration camps might well be the next step.
Yet another thing to lose sleep over, Verity thought with a sigh. Yet tonight it wasn't nightmares or worry about the safety of mutantkind that kept her awake. It was the man in the next room. Bucky Barnes.
She'd known he was not good for her the moment he walked in the door about a month ago. Or stalked in the door, more like. He had made it obvious he didn't want to be here, but for whatever reason, he had agreed to come.
Now she sat here, sweaty and sleepless and all she could think about was that man. It had been a damned long time since she want wanted someone like she wanted him, and to make it worse, he knew it. She could see it in his eyes, in the way his gaze lingered on her face - the way he licked his lips at her. He had started to make a habit of passing by her closer and closer, never actually touching her but close enough they could feel the heat radiating off one another. They hardly ever spoke to one another, but his eyes said so much.
She closed her own eyes and ran an ice cube from her chin, down her neck and between her breasts, focusing on the sensation, trying to be content with her own touch - she had opted for that more often in her adult life than taking the risk of touching a lover long enough, intimately enough that she lost herself in them completely. She'd had lovers, of course, but she was careful to choose them. She had been cautious - safe.
Bucky Barnes was definitely not safe.
But as she felt the ice cube draw her nipples to a peak, she realized it was his hands she was imagining holding the ice. His blue eyes, watching her intently in the way only he did. Her eyelashes fluttered and her lips parted at the thought, her nipples growing sensitive and hard, she ran the very tips of her fingers over them feather gently and moaned lightly at the depth of the sensation the very thought of Bucky's mouth on them brought on.
She was lost in her fantasy and allowed herself to whisper his name on a whimper as she twisted one nipple, imagining it was his teeth nipping it instead. She wished desperately she could bury her hands in that thick brown hair.
What she didn't realize was that Bucky heard his name from the other side of the wall, his own window open, his mind too full to sleep just the same. He held his breath and listened, and her heard her rapid, irregular breathing, the jazz music, and then he heard her whimper lightly and draw in a sharp breath as her fingers dipped between her legs and she imagined they were his.
He let his breath out slowly, already stirring at the thought. She was a beautiful woman, and he admired her strength. He'd known she liked flirting with him, and he couldn't lie to himself - he wanted this. Needed it, he realized, reaching down and shifting his erection in his pants because they were quickly becoming uncomfortably tight.
It had been a very, very long time. So many things were different, expectations and boundaries had changed. He wasn't sure he was ready for this but when he heard her breathing coming faster and the sound of her bed shifting under her as she… fuck. He was climbing out his window before he had time to talk himself out of it. He was already shirtless, his dogtags dangling against his chest, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He stared in her window for a moment, licking his lips absently as he caught sight of her on her bed, her head thrown back against the mattress, her breasts arched up toward the ceiling her nipples the color of roses, tightened into little buds as one hand rubbed them. The other hand… oh the other hand. He moaned out loud at the sight of her legs bent at the knees, spread wide to reveal all of her. She was rubbing her clit in small circles with that other hand, pushing up with her feet to lift her hips now and sliding two fingers deep inside herself.
He was breathing hard as he watched, aching… he didn't even realize he was undoing the fly of his pants until it was open. *shit* he gasped out loud, unable to tear his eyes away as she withdrew her hand and closed her knees, sitting up to look out the window with a gasp. Her long brown hair tumbled around her shoulder and she drew her knees up to her chest modestly.
"I… uh, I heard my name." Bucky told her, licking his lips and smirking. His steel blue eyes were almost translucent and shining in the moonlight, his muscled chest was as beautiful as she had so often imagined.
When he climbed in her window she did not protest. It had been a long time but his instincts were carrying him now as he reached the edge of the bed and grabbed her ankles and with a firm tug dragged her across the bed to him. He stroked her cheek as he gazed down at her. He didn't say a word but he loosened his fly and let his pants fall low on his hips, his impressive erection springing free as he continued to stare into her eyes. His vibranium arm reached up to stroke her hair, smoothing it back from her face and down the back of her head with a gentle, suggestive pressure.
She whimpered slightly, not from fear but excitement as she lowered her face and reached up to grasp his engorged cock in one hand, running her tongue teasingly along the tip and hearing his sharp intake of breath as he reflexively thrust his hips. His head fell back, eyes closing. He swallowed hard and when she did not move, he looked back down at her, his chest heaving and his blue eyes full of confusion. She smiled up at him and started to stroke him with her fist.
"Say please, Sargeant Barnes." She told him with a smirk of her own. He let out a sharp breath and chuckled at her, sliding his hand into her hair again.
"Please." He whispered breathily. "Please, Verity." And with her eyes still locked on his she opened her mouth wide and leaned forward to take him in. He thrust hard then checked to make sure it hadn't been too much, that he hadn't hurt her and she hummed in pleasure as she began to slide up and down, meeting the rhythm of his hips in opposition. Soon he had both hands in her hair, his head falling back, his lips parted in absolute pleasure.
"Oh, doll." He murmured, his hands still stroking her hair. Suddenly with one last deep thrust of his hips he cried out sharply and came and came for longer than either knew was possible. As she swallowed it all down she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and watched him. His eyes were still shut, his chin against his chest, his mouth forming a small o as he blew out a long breath. He began to smile broadly and chuckled deep in his throat before looking her in the eye again.
"That was good." He told her with a tilt of his head. Before she could respond, he pushed her back on the bed hard, with his vibranium hand and dropped to his knees. He pulled her legs up and draped her thighs over his shoulders, spreading her wide with cold metal fingers and making her hips jump, and his mouth dove in to catch her. His tongue was broad as he tasted her for the first time and he moaned in pleasure at the taste of her. Then his lips found her clit and sucked until hurt, then he eased off and flicked it with the tip of his tongue to soothe the pain. She cried out, her hands spread wide, gripping the sheets blindly as the pleasure built near to boiling and her hips moved involuntarily up and down and he chuckled at the way he had her squirming.
Two cold vinbranium fingers slid in, then three and she met his thrusts with her hips again with blind need. When he lowered his face again to trace circles around her clit with his tongue, slowly at first but growing faster and faster she couldn't take it anymore and she arched her back her legs spreading as wide as they could as she pressed herself against his tongue and her entire body was drawn down to her core as wave after wave of orgasm tightened and released against his face. When she could think again, breathe again she looked down at him wiping his glistening mouth and chin of the evidence of her arousal. He grinned at her, those blue eyes sparkling - he was clearly very proud of himself. She chuckled a little, suddenly feeling a little shy.
He climbed up onto the bed next to her and leaned on his vibranium arm, cupping one breast in his other hand and running his thumb over her nipple to make her jump.
"Hi." He said with a light chuckle. She blushed and grinned, then covered her face with her hands.
"Hi." She said when she was able to come out from behind her hands.
He lickd his lower lip again as his blue eyes slid over every inch of her. He finally put his hand under her chin and lifted it so he could lean down and kiss her, slowly at first but then more hungrily as his tongue began to demand entrance, exploring her mouth and rubbing roughly against her own tongue, taking her breath away again. He took her hand by the wrist and guided it down to grasp his cock, fully erect and throbbing again to her surprise. It was a pleasant surprise and her hum of interest made him smile.
"Super soldier serum." He whispered against her lips with that cocky smirk. Before she could think of anything clever to say he claimed her mouth again, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. He took her by the hips and she opened herself with one hand, guiding his thickness into her as she lowered herself slowly onto the full length of him, moaning as she felt him press against her cervix.
"Oh god." She moaned, her head thrown back as he lifted his hips to grind even deeper into her and she screamed, literally screamed and clenched hard against him as he stretched and filled her almost painfully. He let out a cry of his own followed by a gasp and a chuckle, he seemed to take that as a dare and he did it again, more forcefully, his lips drawing back with the effort of his straining muscles and he set a merciless pace - his thumb found her clit again and it only took the slightest pressure before she came, wave after wave of wet contractions so tight around him that he gasped and panted, his blue eyes narrowing but never closing and never leaving hers.
As soon as she was done, she collapsed, exhausted- but he wasn't finished yet. He slid out from under her and let her lie facedown on the bed moving around behind her. He gave her a firm slap on the ass and laughed when she yelped at the sting. He used his knee to spread her legs again and grabbed her by the hips pulling her up to him and diving into her once more. He was merciless this time, riding her hard and fast as she gripped the sheets with white knuckles and bit the pillow to keep quiet. Finally she couldn't help it and screamed out his name.
"Bucky, oh God, Bucky!" He began to slow, afraid he might've hurt her but she whimpered, "oh God, please don't stop! Don't stop!" He chuckled that breathy laugh of his and he reached one hand into her hair and twisted, pulling her up toward him.
"Say please, doll." He breathed hotly in her ear and she could feel the slick wetness leaking out of her trembling pussy.
"Please, Bucky." She whimpered as he began to suck and nibble at her neck,, his hand still pulling her hair almost painfully.
"Please what?" He teased, his mouth against her skin as he spoke.
"Please fuck me!" She gasped, her hand cupping her own breasts now, her thighs shaking with desperation.
"Like this?" He teased moving ever so slightly, gently.
"Harder!" She begged.
He moved slightly harder then stopped..
"Harder!"
"Harder, what?" He teased mercilessly, nibbling on her ear lazily.
Hand still holding her in place by pulling her hair.
"Oh, Bucky Please! Fuck me hard!" She finally moaned none to quietly and she could feel him smile against her skin.. he thrust his hips hard and buried himself again and began to ride her harder than she'd ever had before. When she came this time it felt like it was her whole body and she cried out loudly. With two more thrusts he stopped cried out victorious, a low primal growl of a sound. He finally letting go of her hair and collapsed on top of her on the mattress. He rolled over onto his back, still gasping and panting. They were both coated in sweat and smiling like maniacs.
He knew she had to be sore. He lay on his back, his vibranium arm across his eyes for a moment while his gasps slowed and his breathing more subdued. He reached over and stroked her skin gently, inviting her to come closer.
Verity kissed him gently, slowly once, twice, and then lay her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.
"That was unbelievable." She chuckled, "I needed that." She began tracing the line of hair from his belly button to just above his now satisfied manhood and back up again.
"Me too doll." He sighed happily kissing the top of her head. "I haven't done that since 1942." He chuckled.
"Well, you've got me beat in that contest I guess." She chuckled, kissing his chest lazily. She couldn't get enough of him. He put his hand under her chin and guided her to lift her face so he could kiss her softly, lazily on the mouth again.
When they finally grew still, they lay on the bed for awhile just breathing happily, listening to the summer sounds outside the window.
"You asleep?" She asked eventually.
"No." Bucky sighed. "Your sheets are soaking." He laughed lightly. She laughed too. "That's not all my fault." She replied.
"You, uh.. you want to sleep in my bed? With me?" Bucky asked awkwardly. Verity propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him in the dim lighting and saw something new in his eyes. Shyness. Vulnerability.
"I'd like that." She agreed with a feather light kiss. She watched as he slipped back into his jeans, and she put on her robe. He glanced at the window and she laughed. "Let's just go through the door this time." He smiled and nodded as if a bit embarrassed.
"Right." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. She reached out and took his hand and let him lead her to his room. They fell asleep quickly once they were in his bed, laying on their sides with him spooning her tightly. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
They slept peacefully for a couple of hours before she started to talk in her sleep.
"Stop. Stop!" It started as a gentle protest, but soon she was screaming and thrashing. "Stop! I can't…"
"Doll?" Bucky was startled awake, sitting up and gazing at her in shock. "Hey, it's ok… wake up, it's ok." Suddenly the bedside lamp flew of the table and smashed against the wall, and everything else began to shake and move, flying around and smashing into things. The bed itself began to shake and lift up off the floor.
"Verity! Wake up!" Bucky grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up. As she snapped awake, everything she had been unconsciously throwing around with her telekinesis fell to the floor, including the bed. It fell to the floor with a crash, and before they had fully oriented themselves, Sam and Yelana were knocking down the door.
"What the hell?" Sam yelled.
"Kinky." Yelena quipped, looking around the room at the mess. Bucky scowled fiercely at both of them.
"I couldn't stop! I couldn't… oh, God, I didn't want to…" verity cried out, tears pouring from her eyes. "Oh, Bucky. I'm so sorry…" she wept, touching his face. She'd been having his nightmare.
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A Dream Deferred - PT 4
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
Much Ado About Nothing
I paced the room as I waited for Yuri to show up. We had agreed to meet up at my place first before hailing a cab to go over to the Delacorte Theater where the production was taking place. Apparently, it was an annual thing where usually during the summertime, like now, they would put on free productions of Shakespeare plays in the park for all to see. It was kind of cool in a way. I had never once been to the theater before since I moved to the city about 6 months ago. I always wondered about it and now it was finally my turn to see it for myself. While I wasn't thrilled that I was going because of Pete, I guess you have to take the opportunities as they come.
When we finally got to the theater, we showed our tickets to the people guarding the entrance. They looked at us like we were insane since it seem like barely anybody had a ticket. I mean why would they? If the event was free what was the point of having a ticket? It only took a couple of odd looks for me to quickly stuff the envelope with the tickets in my pocket and shuffle after Yuri as she went to find a seat.
The theater itself was pretty cool. It was an open-air theater almost like an amphitheater in Ancient Greek times only with the main stage being on one side rather than in the center with all the bystanders surrounding it.
We took our seats and waited. Yuri struck up a conversation with a happy couple near us but I was busy looking out at the people filing in and making it to their seats. It was surprising to see how packed the theater already was given that we were fairly early. But then again I guess it's easy to fill a space when the entertainment is free.
Admittedly, I had never seen the play Much Ado About Nothing nor read the play beforehand. It was for this exact reason that I found myself almost enthralled by the performances of the actors on stage. Once Pete finally made his entrance as Don John, the brother of Don Pedro, Yuri excitedly nudged me to point him out as though I wasn't looking straight at him.
Much to my dismay, he was actually a pretty good actor. I found myself watching him closely whenever he was on stage. His expressions and the way he delivered his lines drew you further into the story. Upon this realization, I couldn't help but sulk. How could somebody so arrogant actually be good?
Finally, at the very end, as people were making their way out of the theater, Yuri jumped up from her seat. "He was so good! " She beams, seeming almost as surprised as I was. "Let's go see if we can find him!"
I was ready to decline the offer. I didn't really want him to know that I was there as he had intended. Just one more thing he could brag about. But before I could say anything, Yuri grabs my hand and pulls me along with her, dipping and diving through the crowd toward the stage. Dropping my hand, Yuri runs up the steps to talk to the people guarding the stage on either side. While she talks to them I look around nervously, debating whether or not I should just run away now.
I hear Yuri call my name shortly after the security guard tells her to stay still as he climbs the stage steps and slips behind the curtain, likely to go find Pete.
Pete emerges from behind the curtain and looks around, his brows drawn in concentration as he scans around the area before his eyes fall on us. His usual smirk appears as he comes toward us and his eyes land on me.
"You came."He says. "What did you think?"
While he was looking at me when he asked, Yuri quickly jumped into the conversation to answer.
"You were amazing, Pete!" She beamed. "I had no idea you were so talented."
I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I feel his gaze still on me as he replies.
"Why thank you, Yuri. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"We did! Tremendously. Right, Abby? " She turns to look at me excitedly as both she and Pete look at me expectedly. My face burns.
"It was definitely an interesting play. I've never seen this one before."
He raises a brow. "Did you see many plays where you're from?"
I shrug nonchalantly. "Not really." I reach out to tap Yuri in hopes to head back to the apartment. Something about seeing brilliant works in action made me want to work on my own masterpiece, no matter how torturous it is.
Pete glances back toward the curtain where his cast mates are chattering and laughing behind the curtain. He smiles and looks back at Yuri. "Are you guys going to be busy? My castmates and I typically go out for some drinks after each show to unwind. Would you like to go?" His eyes move between us.
"That sounds like fun!" Yuri beams. "I'm sure we'd both be happy to go. Abby?" She turns to me excitedly. Once more I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as they both stare at me expectedly.
"I don't..." I begin to say before Yuri quickly accepts the offer on behalf of both of us. Pete's grin widens.
"Great! We'll be heading out here soon. I'll text you guys the address and we'll meet up there."
After waiting for him to text Yuri to ensure she got the address, he heads back behind the curtain.
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Despite my reluctance, Yuri and I left the theater and headed to the address that Pete gave us. Much to my surprise, it was essentially just a dive bar not too far from the apartment.
We got there before Pete or his castmates arrived and set up at the bar with a view of the door so we could keep an eye out for them. As Yuri ordered herself a drink while we waited, I looked around the space.
It was pretty early in the evening but there were quite a few people in the bar both drinking and playing pool in the far corner while some classic rock song played overhead. The melody sounded familiar but I couldn't fully hear the song to know which one it was.
Before long Pete and his castmates finally arrived, the loudness as they talked and laughed as they were opening the door drew my attention.
Honestly, aside from when he first gave me the tickets, I think this was the first time I've ever seen Pete fully clothed and his hair not messed up. He wasn't a bad-looking guy but the arrogant look on his face when he saw us reminded me of why I couldn't stand him. He says something to his castmates before he walks over to us. Yuri greets him and they talk about her drink before he turns to face me.
"Thanks again for coming out to see the show." He smiles. "As part of my peace offering, let me buy you a drink."
I raise a brow.
"Wow, not even a question. Is this how you usually pick up all your groupies?" I ask. "Just walk straight up to them and tell them they should let you buy them a drink?"
He ponders this for a moment before smirking. "Pretty much."
"And what is the success rate on that?"
He grins. "About 90% of the time they're okay with it. So what are you drinking?"
Despite myself, I scoff. "I'm good. Thanks anyway."
He leans against the bar.
"Please? I insist."
I frown. "And yet I said no. I'm pretty sure guys like you don't really listen to a woman say no. Besides, I don't drink."
Now it was his turn to scoff.
"I should have known."
Straightening, I cross my arms over my chest. "Known what?"
He looks at me with his stupid smile.
"I should have known that somebody like you would be too uptight to enjoy themselves at a bar. By the way you dress, I would have assumed that you didn't drink but I was hoping that looks can be deceiving."
"For fuck sake, Pete, If this is your attempt to neg me..."
He cuts me off. "Tell me. Do you ever just relax and have fun? Or are you too uptight for that?"
My eyes narrow at him. "Of course I have fun! However, some of us don't feel the need to ingest different substances to be able to have fun." I hiss. "Some of us actually have interests and a personality to depend on instead of need to ingest something to see more interesting. Maybe you should try getting some sometime."
By the way, you look at me I wonder if I had pissed him off but then his grin reappears and he laughs. It wasn't a mocking laugh but I could feel the heat rising from my collar.
He turns to the bartender and orders me a soda before turning to me.
At this point, Yuri had struck up a conversation with some of Pete's castmates so I had nobody else to converse with except my douchebag neighbor.
He takes a seat beside me and I shift my legs away from him in annoyance. He doesn't notice or he just doesn't care since he continues his badgering.
"So what's the story?"
My brows crease. "What?"
"What's the story?" He repeats his question, turning away to thank the bartender as he places our drinks on the bar before us. He turns back to me, taking a sip of his drink. "What's the story behind you not drinking?"
"Who said there's a story? Some people just don't drink."
He shoots me a derisive look. "I don't know, I feel like there might be more to it than that."
I straighten. "I can ask the same of you. What's the story behind you wanting to be an actor?"
Okay, I'll admit that I was doing anything I could to get the attention off myself. It's not like I had a deep secret about why I didn't drink or anything but I didn't like how personal he was trying to get with me. Honestly, I half expected him to continue to try to get my story out of me but he just looks amused and shrugs.
"Typical story, I guess. I grew up in Texas and my dad would always take me and my sisters to the movies. When we couldn't do that, I found that I had a passion for books and loved to read." He pauses to take a drink before continuing. "Growing up with movies and reading as many books as I could get my hands on. I always thought about how movies and TV shows were books come to life and so, in a way, it encouraged me to pursue acting. I've always wanted to be a performer, especially after joining the drama club in school."
Nursing my drink, I run my finger around the rim of the glass thoughtfully. "I see..."
After a brief moment of silence, he nudges me with his elbow, smiling.
"What about you? What made you want to become a writer?"
I thought about this for a moment. It's strange. Most of the time when I tell people that I'm a writer they quickly change the subject so getting asked a question like that made me actually think about why I chose the path I did.
I feel his eyes on me and I take a sip to buy myself some more time. I set the glass down, shrugging.
"I don't know... I guess I just like to create stories in worlds to entertain people and give them an escape from life."
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. It was a stupid answer. I mean it was the truth but it just sounded so generic in my head that I wanted to quickly run away before he had time to respond. Honestly, I was half waiting for him to scoff and say something along the lines of "that's all?" But he surprises me by nodding thoughtfully.
"So what was your favorite movie growing up?"
My brows crease in confusion at the sudden turn of conversation. "What?"
The corner of his lips turns upwards slightly as he repeats himself.
"I... I didn't watch many movies growing up."
"Okay, but surely there's at least one that comes to mind?"
"I..." I start to answer when I finally catch Yuri heading our way as she finishes talking to his castmate. Seeing this as an opportunity to get away from all the questions, I quickly rise from my seat which is met with a raised brow from Pete.
"Excuse me..." I mutter as I head toward Yuri. Her eyes light up as she sees me.
"Hey!" She grins widely as she comes to a halt before me.
I wave off her greeting and pretend I'm not feeling well before asking to head back home. She frowns but agrees.
I straight over to stand near the door while she goes to speak with Pete and says goodbye to him. I imagine she mentioned me as I see her motion toward me which makes Pete turn my way, frowning. The goodbyes take a little longer than expected but eventually Pete waves to me as Yuri returns to me and we start heading home.
Since we lived only a few blocks away from the bar, we decided to walk and enjoy the balmy summer air. We walked as we talked and finally, Yuri said the one thing that I was dreading the most.
"I was surprised, you and Pete were really hitting it off." She giggles. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he likes you."
I grimace. "Well, hopefully, you know better than that. You more than anybody should know that I would rather be shot in the face than spend time around an actor like Pete."
She chuckles at this but says nothing more of it.
While it was less than ideal, it definitely made for an interesting night.
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Here is the story of my forearm tattoo. I had wanted a tattoo of a sword for a handful of years, since before I was old enough to get a tattoo. At some point it gained the meaning of my struggle with mental health. It didn't start with any meaning, but it got it at some point.
Then just over a year ago I wanted to do something to annoy / shock my mom's family, cause far too much drama. I had enough money saved up, and decided to actually get the tattoo.
I designed it myself. The sword was cartoony, like you'd find in adventure time or old Disney flims, but that's sorta my style. The sword had an uneven blade, cause I've had a fight. I have terrible anxiety and at one point I couldn't go to school. I commonly got the critique of having "just a sword" as a tattoo, mainly by my tattoo - skeptic family. (My sister has one tattoo, and my parents don't mind Tatto as long as they don't get them, nor pay for them). So I decided to as a flower with the meaning of happiness. Now you can get many flower with that meaning, and yet find the same flowers with different meanings. So I decided on Lily of the Valley, which is a unique flower visually, as well as my favorite flower in minecraft. I made a joke that it's my minecraft tattoo.
I made one design I was happy with. I then showed it too my parents, who made some judgemental remarks on it. At the time my mental health still wasn't the best, so I went and made another design that I was not going to show them. I put a lot of work into these designs. I measured out my arm so I'd be drawing it to scale. There had to be like two entire days where I had flower references up on my computer. I put more effort into these than most projects I had in art school.
This is actually my second tattoo, my first is just some Nordic runes, but I still wanted to go to the same studio. Around where I live this studio is the most recommended place to go for tattoos. I decided I'd be fine with two of the artists at the location I wanted to go to. I based it off of other flower tattoos they had done. I just wanted line work, so I wasn't too picky.
I first scheduled a consultation, cause this was my first big thing, and I wanted to share my design. Like I knew the artist would probably change it a bit to make sure it look good as a tattoo, I accepted that. But I still wanted my design to be the heart of it.
Should have probably been suspicious when he tried suggesting a different flower than Lily of the Valley. But my anxiety make me a people pleasure, so I was like "I'd prefer lily of the valley". It had been a virtual consultantation, so he asked me to email him the sketches. I'd assume he'd send his versions when he'd make them, expecially if there was a large divination from my sketches.
The original day for the was only a couple weeks after. However my Dad gave me a bad cold, so I rescheduled to not spread the cold. The new date wasn't until the next month, which I originally wanted the tattoo before Christmas to piss of the extended family, but it probably wouldn't have done anything anyways.
So the day comes, I go in with that mixture of nerves and excitement. He shows me the design. Since he never got back to me, I assumed he stuck pretty close to mine. Nope, the only thing the same was the fact it was a sword and Lily of the Valley, at least he kept the flower the same. But what I drew as a thick broad sword one would hack enemies down with became a delicate saber that I swear I've seen on Pintrest before. I didn't care much about the flower placement, but I wanted that sword. That sword that I imagine in every book, draw on every knight, my thick nonfunctional sword.
But anxiety, I just agreed to it, and told myself I'll grow used to it. I have indeed grown used to it. Even the fact the tip is curved from how my arm was positioned when putting on the stencil. I still wish it was my design though. I'll just look for an artist alright doing the clients designs the next time I'm doing something like this.
Hindsight reveals a lot about the artist. This artist had also been the artist who had done my first tattoo. My friend and I wanted to get tattoos together, like I said mine were Nordic runes, and she wanted song lyrics. He took one look at my friends and said "I can't do that". Which he was an apprentice at the time, but the way he said it was rude.
Then during my session for my sword, of course there was a bit of small talk. I'm an introverted person, so I was on my phone for most of the time. The small talk ended up on videogames, and he wanted to know what kind I liked. Now I go off of graphic and vibe when deciding videogames, so I just told him I was currently playing Hollow Knight and Hades. And he was quick to call them dungeon crawlers, which neither are. I just agreed, cause I didn't care, but looking back seems sorta mansplainy to me.
If it was an option, I wouldn't go back to him. Luckily he recently quit.
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there is just something about having a job that makes your brain not want to think about fictional little guys anymore, but apparently it can come back after a while!
i've actually been more consistent about doing art than about writing (i still don't do it very frequently though. i usually try to draw something every couple months). to be fair, there is a lot of art that never sees the light of day because i'm not happy with how it's going. and i'm still a lot better at editing existing images than i am at making something from scratch
actually like two weeks ago i found the folder of art of the ffxv boys i drew on that camping trip three years ago, and while i think that they look a bit wonky, i'm still kinda proud of them
i saw that you left a comment! i'll have to remember to reply to it!
one of these days i'll have to play ffvii (probably the original because of hardware limitations). i hear that it's good, but more importantly i need to finally learn what the deal with that cloud guy is
Absolutely horrible, hate it! Not only does having a job take away way too much of your free time, it also makes you stop thinking about your blorbos.... how many more sacrifices do we have to make?! It's great when it comes back though, god knows working life is much, much nicer when you can rotate some blorbos to pass the time.
Oh man, that's so cool, good for you on actually actively doing something to improve your art, that's amazing and I'm really proud of you <3 And I still think of those ffxv artpieces very fondly, they were lovely and I appreciated you sharing them with me so much!
Tbh I wasn't a huge fan of the original ffvii, but that was mostly due to gameplay reasons, I just couldn't get into the combat system and the character models were... well, it's a game from 1997 and it shows. The story was pretty neat, though I'm definitely looking forward to playing the story again in the form of the remake with a combat system that actually lets me run around (although they changed some stuff in the story and are probably gonna change quite some more things in the next two remake installments). But yeah, Cloud, Cloud is lovely, he's a very messed up emo boy, not at all the type of boy I go for most of the time but by god, I adore him. He's very cute. And very fucked up, needs a hug very badly. I mainly got into the whole thing because I played remake and was like "well now I really wanna read some fanfics where he fuckin suffers" because that's how we do things round here
#personal#except when i wanted to go read fanfics i learnt that there was way more ffvii than i thought#and the first part of remake barely scratches the fucking surface#so i've been on a quest to play the rest of it ever since
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Sundress
Benimaru Shinmon x female reader
18+ MINORS DNI
oh god i dont even remember how to tag things😭
TW: degradation, fucking, being called a whore and slut, somewhat exhibition but its an empty room. Maybe a little OOC it has been a hot minute since ive watched fire force😭
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Benimaru liked to think he was a calm and well-mannered man…well maybe not completely well-mannered but he wasn't a complete asshole. He had common sense and a basic understanding of what you should and shouldn't do.
However, when it came to you almost everything he knew is tossed right out.
Every month you came in to deliver some basic supplies from the city and every time you are wearing the most insufferable outfits.
At first, it was fine, you came dressed in basic attire. Maybe sweatpants one day and a nice outfit the other. Nothing special. But then once Beni actually started to get to know you and pay attention he started noticing small things.
First, it was the top that was just a little too tight for his liking. Then it was the skirt that was just a hair too short that every time you reached for something more of your beautiful thighs could be seen. Oh and don't even get him started on the day where it was so hot you came in wearing just a bikini top and shorts, he didn't know if it was the heat or you but he felt himself nearly passing out.
But today? Today you really pushed him.
It was just a simple sundress and yet it invoked something in him that the other outfits couldn't.
The bust was cut just a little too low, unwearable with a bra so of course you just weren't wearing one. The waist just hugging every single curve perfectly. The best part however had to be the skirt. One small breeze and he could see what really hid between those perfect thighs. It flowed so effortlessly and hid everything he wanted to see.
You were stunning
He couldn't take his eyes off of you even if he wanted to and sol knows how little he wanted to.
He felt like he was going through puberty all over again. Hot and unable to control his indecent thoughts. Constantly thinking about bending you over and fucking you in that very dress right there on the couch, not caring if anyone could see or hear you.
He wanted you and he knew he could have you.
It's no secret you've liked him since maybe the 3rd time you met. His strong leadership skills and his incredible fighting ability were impressive but what really drew you it was his smile, the way he laughed at your dumb jokes that you looked up the day before just to see him happy for a split second.
The way that he never needed to say how much he appreciated your help but instead showed it through his actions. How he would ask the local bakery owner to make him some cakes so that he could sneak them in your car before you leave.
All these things are what made you fall for him without an ounce of hesitation. You weren't exactly subtle in your attraction to him but you weren't too vocal either. Too scared to actually voice out your feelings when he has made it obvious he isn't much into dating.
So you settled for the easier option: dressing in a more risky manner in order to get your back blown out.
Simple really
If you couldn't get him then you might as well fuck him. You knew he was affected by your outfits and you were just waiting for him to finally tear the clothes off you and take you right then and there.
You were sure today was the day. You even wore a dress that was purposely just a hair too small so that everything would pop just right. You felt his eyes on you and everything, so why hasn't he done anything yet.
You finished unloading the car over an hour ago and have been hanging out with Company 7 since and yet nothing.
You stared into space, too lost in thought to notice Konro talking to you. Not until you see a hand waving in your face bringing you back.
"I'm so sorry I was spacing out, what did you say?"
He chuckled before standing up "I just said I have some business to attend to so I have to go. It was nice seeing you."
He hugged you goodbye and left the room, you finally took notice as to how the twins had left a while ago so now it was just you and Benimaru.
It was quiet for a while, too nervous to actually speak yet not making the move to leave either. You shifted uncomfortably, unknowingly lifting your dress higher, this not going unnoticed by Benimaru.
Unable to hold it any longer he wasted no time in addressing the elephant in the room.
"Tell me do you always dress like you want to be fucked like a slut or is this just for me?" He blurted out, his desire finally catching up to him. Maybe he could have been a bit more subtle
You were stunned
"Why can't I just dress like this because I want to?"
"There's nothing wrong with dressing however you want," he said as he stood up and made his way over to you, dark energy following him as he stood in front of you. Leaning down so his breath hit your ear as he continued,
"But you and I both know what you've been doing" he whispered. His hand now resting on your thigh, drawing circles as he watched your chest rise and fall at an alarming rate. You looked so small, so obedient.
Looking as if you were already nearing a high and he hadn't even kissed you yet. He couldn't help but imagine how you'd look when he actually stuffs you full of his cock.
Plucking up the courage you finally look at him, putting on an air of fake confidence that you knew he'd see-through in a matter of seconds
"If you know then why are you still talking when you could be fucking me"
That was all the confirmation he needed before crashing his lips onto yours, hands gripping your thighs as he switched positions so that you were now straddling him.
Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling on it hard which earned you quite possibly the most heavenly noise you've ever heard.
His tongue swept over your lip asking for access which you happily granted. Moaning into the kiss as you ground your hips into his. Feeling his very impressive member leaving you pressing for more.
His hands groped your ass hard before making their way up to the top of your dress, ripping it open to reveal your breasts, something hed been imagining for far too long. He stopped the kiss to being trailing down your neck, leaving a few marks on his way as he finally settled on your breast.
Your moans were the only thing that could be heard from the small room but you were far too gone to care. How could you when his mouth was doing wonders on your nipples as his hand trailed back down to play with the thin fabric of your panties
"Is this all for me? Or are you just excited to finally be fucked like the whore you are?" He chuckled along your chest, fingers dancing around the edge of your now-soaked panties. So close and yet so far.
"You! It's for you! I'm a slut just for you! Please just touch me already!" You cried out, hips grinding into his hand hoping for some release.
"Such a good girl"
Without warning he dived 2 fingers into you, fucking you at a fast and brutal pace. You screamed at the intrusion but were quickly muffled by his hand.
"Now now you wouldn't want everyone else to hear, would you? Or maybe you would? Maybe everyone should hear how good I make you feel huh?"
Your eyes rolled back at his words, sending you over the edge as his fingers kept hitting your g-spot just before he pulled out abruptly.
Whining you ground your hips down on his fingers, clawing at his wrist to get him to continue before his hand made way to your throat, adding enough pressure to leave you breathless but not as much as you wanted.
"Frankly I'm getting kind of tired, if you wanna cum some badly then fuck yourself on my cock" he smirked, eyes never leaving yours, challenging you.
Annoyed and too aroused than you'd admit you wasted no time in freeing his cock, pumping it a little as you sized it up, thus earning a small moan from the seemingly aloof man.
Rubbing his tip along your entrance you finally sank down as his cock stretched you in all the right ways. Filling you to the brim and leaving you feeling a fullness you never thought imaginable.
You both paused and adjusted, relishing in the feeling of finally getting what you both have been
craving for so long. Feeling how wet you were was already an indicator of how much you longed for him but feeling your walls clench around him with every small move spoke louder.
Finally, you began moving. Slowly at first, wanting to tease him as he did you. Letting the tip just barely touch the rim before sinking back down.
He watched you, entranced with how well you took and him and even more with how skilled you were. If he had known it would feel this good he would have fucked you ages ago.
This slow sensual pace continued for a while before your lust started to cloud your brain as you started going faster. Rocking your hips in a fast pace rhythm leaving you breathless.
Benimaru gripped your waist and guided you. Helping to keep you upright as you were nearing your high.
"P-Please let me c-cum-" you barely managed to get your words out through your cries. Pleading into his ear as your hands gripped his shoulders for stability.
Feeling his own high approaching he gripped your hips harder and started pounding into you. Couch banging into the wall with each thrust.
"When I finish counting you can cum ok? 3."
You could barely speak anymore. Moans and incoherent pleas are the only thing to leave your mouth
"2"
The room was silent aside, nothing but you and him relishing in the final few moments of what had been in the works for months.
"1"
Finally, you screamed out as you closed your eyes. Feeling your body let go and become overcome with possibly the best orgasm of your life. You almost blacked out had it not been for the feeling of Benimaru still thrusting into you as to ride out your highs.
He eventually slowed down before pulling out, his cum leaking out of you almost tempting him to fuck it back in.
He laid you back on the couch and left, leaving you to finally process what had happened. Feeling both elated and confused.
Yes, this is what you wanted but does this mean he like you as well? Is this just a one-time thing? Before you could let your mind wander further Beni returned with a washcloth and extra clothes.
He silently cleaned you up, exchanging nothing more than brief glances. Wanting to say more but not want to accidentally say something to ruin the moment.
Sighing you put the clothes on, get ready to leave, and live with the memory of tonight on repeat for as long as you can.
Before leaving you feel a hand wrap around yours
"It's getting late, you should probably stay here for the night if you want to…" looking back you were greeted with a rather peculiar sight.
For once he looked unsure of himself. Not the cocky domineering asshole who was just pounding into you a minute ago. Instead, he was replaced with a softer and more vulnerable side that you were excited to see more of.
"Like I said," you leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips, this one slower and gentler than the previous ones. Conveying everything you still have yet to say.
"I'm all yours"
Hello! Its been a hot minute but im here✨ Thanks for all the love on my fics and i hope this fic is just right! Have a great day!!💛💛
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can i request a ateez reaction of their s/o getting their n*pples pierced?? love your work and happy new year!
thank you!!! AND FINALLY I POST SOMETHING!!! ughhh sorry for the LONGGGG wait
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hongjoong
you were just chilling in the studio with him like always. you did your own thing on the couch as hongjoong worked on his music, but lately he's been overworking himself. you tell him that he should take a break and relax but there were deadlines. hongjoong ran his hand through his hair as he turned to look at you, releasing a big sigh.
"baby can you come here please??"
he pouts as you smiled and walked over to him. you sat on his lap and looked at him. he pulled you in for a hug as he felt relived that you were there. your scent and your touch made him relaxed more.
his hands runs down your back as he noticed you weren't wearing a bra. usually he can tell whenever you had one on but this time he felt nothing as he rubbed your back. he also felt something poking his chest. he pulled back and looked down your shirt, making sure he wasn't wrong but he saw the metal bars sticking out through your shirt.
"baby...did you?"
you knew what he was looking and asking about. you gave him a cheeky smile. your lifted up your shirt as he saw your nipples were pierced. his eyes widen at the sight, flustered. you chuckled at his reaction.
"when did you get them done?"
"mhm about a few months ago when you went on that trip with the guys."
"you hid them for 3 months???"
"I mean yea.. you were always busy so I never got to show you...are you mad?"
"what? no. I'm actually just surprised, I mean they look good...really good."
he was about to touch them but you slapped his hand away,
"no touching. they still hurt, hence why I don’t have a bra on..."
his eyes were glued to your chest as you tried to talk to him
"so you're saying that you are gonna be braless for the next few month??"
“yes? but only till they heal."
he smirked and leaned in closer to your chest
"I was thinking you shouldn't wear bras regardless.”
he said as he left a cheeky smirk
seonghwa
hwa was busy with work, leaving you home alone. bored out of your mind. you would find random things to do around the apartment you both shared but nothing seemed fun. as you scroll through instagram, some of the ig-models you saw had their nipples pierced and you wondered if you would look good with them.
it was only 3pm so you boldly decided to go to a shop and get it done. you never thought you would go through with the plan and actually do it but after signing papers and paying for it, you came home with your nipples freshly pierced. you couldn’t wear a bra if you wanted to. your nipples became more sensitive than before.
it was past 11pm as you heard the door open. seonghwa was finally home. he walked through the door as his shirt was drenched in sweat and his hair was a mess.
"hi baby"
"hi babe, how was practice today?"
"tiring as always but I'll be fine. just happy to come home and see my baby..."
he came in and kisses you on your forehead and gave you a hug. he pulled away from the hug since he needed to go take a shower. seonghwa threw his dirty clothes in the basket and headed in the shower.
you sat on the bed and waited till he came out. you debated if you should show him now or later. he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist. water droplets dripped down his hair. he smiled at you and head towards the closet, grabbing clean clothes.
"seonghwa?..."
"yes baby?"
"so i did something today...something bold."
"oh really? what is it?"
he waited for you to answer but you stayed quiet. he turned around as he saw you lift up your shirt, showing him your chest. his eyes drew down to your chest as he looked away and smirked
"you like them?"
"well this is a surprise I was not expecting."
his face slightly flushed as he looked at you. his smirk grew wider as he walked closer. you stood up as he wrapped his hands around your waist, throwing his head back as he looked back down at your chest.
"this is gonna be fun for you and me baby."
yunho
yunho was coming over for the weekend since he couldn't last week for late movie night, takeout, games and of course CUDDLES.
you were excited since you get to see him since it has been awhile. you got everything ready but one thing you were worried about was that you didn't tell him that you got your nipples pierced.
seconds later a knock on the door made you snap out of your thought. you opened the door and saw yunho, smiling brightly at you.
"hi beautiful!! i missed you!!"
"hi baby."
he smiled as he picked you up and headed inside. giving you kisses and a tight hug. he set down the bags of snacks on the counter as he head towards the couch. you were cuddled underneath a blanket with him as your legs were over his. you both decided to watch harry potter as he handed you your favorite snacks. in the middle of the movie, you suddenly asked him a question.
"baby...off topic but what if i had my nipples pierced?"
yunho choked on the snack he was eating, getting caught off guard to your question.
"ehem...wait what? get-getting your nipples pierced?"
"just wondering because..."
you removed the blanket as he looked at you. you sat up and grabbed the bottom of your shirt. his eyes widen at you and your chest. his face was turning red as he covered his face.
"babe...you..when?"
"i got it done a few months ago...are you mad?"
he gave out a chuckle. he
"actually no... i like them, it looks really good.”
yunho couldn’t stop looking down at your chest. you got embarrassed and covered them with your hands
“do-don’t look at them for too long yu...”
he giggled out and pulled you in for a hug. definitely giving you that big cheeky smile.
yeosang
you and yeosang were both just sitting in the couch watching a movie. yeosang’s focus was on the movie but you on the other hand was struggling. pain for your swollen nipples hurts as your shirt was brushing against them. you couldn’t even watch the movie comfortably.
he knew you got them done but wouldn’t look whenever you offer him to look. you looked over to yeosang but he wasn’t paying attention. you sat up from the couch and faced him.
“yeosang baby...”
“mhm?”
he replied but still wasn’t looking at you. sitting back down you lifted up your shirt hoping that he would look your way.
“baby can you please help me? they hurt...”
he didn’t even move.
“I told you that they are gonna hurt if you get them done...”
“I know but...can you just take a look?”
“you know i can’t do that...”
“why not?”
“because...I don’t think I would be able to control myself if I do...”
yeosang’s face started to get red as he said that, he looked away from the tv. you knew he wouldn’t look you at regardless if you had your shirt on or not.
you got fed up and stood in front of him. his eyes immediately looked down as he saw you in front of him. you lifted up his head to make him look at you. your exposed chest was in his view.
“yeo....”
he sat back and covered his face, laughing. his face as blushed to what you just did.
“baby why would you show me...I told you once already that I wont be able to control myself if I looked.”
yeosang said he grabbed in if the couch pillows and put it over his lap. he smirked as he looked at you, down to your chest.
san
you and san were both having a tickle fight trying to see who would tap out first. the fight started because of him, he came into the room to bother you because you didn't give him any attention.
you whelped out when he wrapped his arms around your waist, causing you both to fall backwards. san high laughs and your screams were filling the room.
you suddenly gasped when he brushed against your chest. you didn't have on a bra so he felt something odd. he stopped tickling you and looked at you. he had a confused look on his face. you smiled and knew what he was curious about.
you lifted up your shirt as showed him your chest. his eyes widen as he saw your chest.
"y/n!!"
he freaked out and pulled your shirt back down. you laughed at his reaction as he hid his face. he fell back onto the bed, embarrassed. you pulled his arms away from his face and looked at him.
"why are you shy? you've seen my boobs before."
"yea but it looks different...when did...you get them done?"
"I got them done a long time ago, I just took out the piercings but I decided to put them back in before they close up...is that okay?"
he sat up and faced you, pulling your shirt back up. it took him a second to finally say something
"I mean... shall we test out if I really like it?"
he pulled you in closer, setting you down on his lap. knowing what he meant by it, you took off your shirt and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a cheeky smile.
he teased your nipple as a soft moan left your mouth, you quickly covered your mouth but then saw san slowly smirk at your reaction
"oh yea this is more than okay for me."
mingi
you were gone for the whole day out with friends, leaving mingi alone at home. when you came home he was sitting on the couch waiting for you.
you saw him pouting, eating a tub of ice cream and watching a cartoon. you smiled and walked over to him.
"did you miss me?"
he looked at you and nodded,
"did you not go out with yunho and yeosang?"
"no because I thought we were gonna spend the whole day together but when I woke up this morning, you weren't here. then when you sent me that text that you were out with your friends, I just stayed home..."
"aw im sorry..."
he continued pouting as you laughed at how cute he was, you gave him a kiss on the lips hoping that he would forgive you and it worked. his face lit up and he was happy again.
"I have a surprise for you, wait here okay?"
he was excited that he set down the tub of ice-cream on the table. you walked to the bedroom you both shared and came back. mingi gestured his hands out for his gift but when you lifted up your shirt, his hands immediately covered his face. you showed him that you got your nipples pierced
"baby!!! why-when?...."
"I got them done today when I was out..do you not like them?"
"n-no I like them but..."
"but?"
"why didn't you asked me to go with you?!?!"
you were shocked that he wanted to go with you
"you couldn't have gone with me because my all friends were getting theirs done too. it would have be awkward for you to watch us all get our nipples pierced?"
"well yea but still...wait was it a guy or girl who did them?!"
"a guy?..."
"A GUY?!!!!"
you laughed at how he reacted,
"you let another guy touch your chest?!"
he started pouting again. you grabbed his face and kissed him once more.
"don't worry. he was professional about it, and besides you are the only one who gets to play with them."
his eyes lit up at you, you gave him a wink and smiled. he stood up and was about to touch them but you pushed his hand away.
"wait! not right now. they're still sore so you're gonna have to wait a few months."
you walked away towards the bedroom, leaving a pouting mingi standing in the living room. he came running after you, whining.
"baby please?!?!? I promise I just wanted a better look!!"
wooyoung
its was just a regular night with him after a long day of work. you were cuddling with wooyoung on the couch watching tv. you were in his arms eating snacks as you fed some to him too.
you felt his hands rubbing up and down your sides. it was normal for him to do that. he's always been handsy but you didn't mind it.
"did you want anything from the kitchen? I'm gonna go get a refill."
"no i'm okay, thank you though baby."
you got off the couch and headed to the kitchen to refill the bowl of chips. you grabbed something to drink because you knew later he would have wanted it later. you came back and sat in your regular spot.
he placed his hands on your sides again but this time under your shirt. his hands were cold as his hand glides on your skin as you felt shivers go down your spine. his hands started to go up more and reaching near your chest.
"woo...what are you-wait!"
you forgot that he didn't know about your piercings. you whined at his touch, looking up at him, his eyes slightly widen from what he was feeling but soon he slowly smirked at your reaction from his touch.
"baby...lift up your shirt, I wanna see them."
you got off of him and stood in front of him, lifting up your shirt. as soon as your lifted up your shirt, his smirk got bigger.
"do they look okay?"
he pushed his hair back and laid back, adjusting his position on the couch. he signaled you to come sit on his lap. you sat in front of him as he took off your shirt.
"its more than okay for me..."
he groped your boobs and lightly squeezed them, brushing his thumb across your nipples causing you to moan out. he bit down his bottom lip and kissed the middle part of your chest.
"lets have some fun shall we?"
jongho
you and jongho only been dating for a couple of month. he was only a year older than you so it was nice to date someone around your age. the guys you dated before were a lot older and honestly just wanted you for your body, but you were smart and didn't sleep with them because you knew you would have been played with if you let an asshole take your v-card.
jongho on the other hand was a total sweetheart. he would make you feel like nothing bad would happen to you and you appreciated him a lot...but there was something else you needed from him.
you needed his touch. you needed to feels his strong hands on your body as he whispers dirty things in your ears. just thinking about him doing all that to you, made you go crazy. you and jongho haven't gone pass 1st base yet which is understand able. he wants to take his time and don't wanna rush things, but you were getting impatient.
you were a virgin who constantly got horny whenever you see him. vibrators and your fingers couldn't satisfied you anymore. you needed something bigger, you needed him.
it was just a normal day as jongho came over. he was sitting in the living room watching tv as you were taking a shower. you recently came back from a run and needed to freshen up. warm water hit your body as you washed your hair.
getting out of the shower with the towel wrapped around your body, you peaked out to the living room and saw jongho just sitting there, waiting for you to come back. from your view, he looked really good. he wasn't doing must but just sitting there and focused on the tv with that serious face, it made you weak for him.
you slipped on some lounge wear and walked out to the living room. he saw you walking towards him and gave you a sweet smile.
"hi baby, you done showering? I put on our favorite show, come sit down."
you nodded and stood in the same spot for a few seconds. you finally got the courage and decided to sit on his lap. his eyes widen as you sat on top of him. he didn't mind you sitting on top of him like but what shocked him more was that you weren't wearing a bra, so he saw your pierced nipples poking out your shirt.
"b-baby what are you-..."
you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. you wanted him to bad. you slowly grind yourself on his crotch, having him softly moan out, throwing his head back.
you took off your shirt as he saw your exposed chest. he saw the pretty piercings that were on your chest. he slowly touched one of your breast and teased your nipple. a soft moan escaped your mouth as he touched and teased you. he looked up as you and smirked.
"you like them?"
he nodded to your question. jongho didn't know you got them done but now since he knows, he should have done this before from the start.
"so pretty..."
you gasped as he gave your ass a light squeezed. he loved how needy and sensitive you became when he started playing with you.
"please jongho...i really need you."
"fuck...I should have done this from the start."
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