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slvt4felix · 5 months

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I Could Never Hate You (Part ||)

Pairing -> ninth member!reader x Lee Minho WC -> ~2,700 words Includes -> lots of fluff, a little bit of angst, swearing, one small sexual innuendo, some Lee know tissue violence, arguing, Jeongin appearance, reader has anxiety but it's not mentioned as much in this part Summary -> Due to the late night revelations, you nearly forget all about your argument with Hyunjin. Will you be able to forgive him? Author's note -> I tried to make this one a little lighter to hopefully end this story on a much happier note. So don’t mind my dreadful attempt of comedy. Let me know if you want part 3! I hope you have a happy new year!

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You gently begin to wake up feeling something soft move beneath your head. You groan lightly, not quite wanting to wake up just yet. This has to be some of the best sleep you have ever had in your life. It's warm and cozy, and you somehow feel thoroughly rested, which is often hard to come by when on tour in a different country. Some may say the day before had exhausted you, or maybe the hotel room was just really nice, but as soon as you manage to blink your eyes open, you know the true reason. You have finally found your way back home.

You shift slightly, the sun, peaking between the curtains and painting the room a beautiful golden color, was unfortunately shining right in your eyes. Now facing away from the window, you glance up at Minho, still clad in his basic white tee and sweatpants. Neither of you had even bothered to pull the blankets back up, rather seeking warmth from just each other. The blankets are still ruffled at the end of the bed from whatever Minho had been doing before you had entered the room yesterday, unbeknownst to the life-changing events that were about to occur. You slept all night laying on his chest with his arm wrapped tenderly around you, holding you close. This is definitely the reason you slept so well the night before. Who knew cuddling with your enemy could have such a positive effect?

Minho starts to grumble a bit underneath you and you begin to panic, not wanting him to wake up yet. You just want to cherish this sweet moment for as long as possible, too afraid of how his brain will react when he wakes up. There's always the chance he will regret it all, or maybe he was just joking, or maybe he was drunk. Okay, that last one might not make too much sense but you can't help but worry through all the possibilities. Your thoughts begin to race, forgetting the most important what if. That maybe, just maybe, he really did feel the same about you and everything he said last night was entirely true.

A hand caresses your cheek, breaking you from your destructive chain of thoughts. Your eyes fall upon Minho with his eyes cracked open and a gentle smile gracing his features. He must have woken up at some point while you were too lost in thought to notice.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" he asks, his eyes searching yours as if he could find all the answers to the universe within your gaze. You simply hum, not particularly fond of telling him the insecurities that were just previously running through your head. Although you love the man dearly, you are going to need a bit of time to learn to trust him again, but that's okay. Relationships need time, communication, and work to make them last.

You lean in to press a kiss to Minho’s cheek, his fluffy morning hair and groggy voice making your heart flutter. The two of you stare at each other, absorbing the moment. Despite the rough night four out of nine members had, there was still a lot of work to be done. In the life of an idol, there was no time for rest. But for now, you were going to appreciate the peaceful moment shared between the two of you. They hadn’t released a set time to leave yesterday, but neither of you worried. Chan will come around knocking on the door eventually letting everyone know when to be ready by. It’s the same routine that has happened at every stop this tour. The only difference now being you and Minho holding each other while waiting for the eventual interruption to come.

Just as expected, a hesitant knocking sounds through the room. Minho instantly groans and closes his eyes again. You sigh exaggeratedly, realizing you're actually going to have to depart from the warm bed. As you pull away from Minho, he frowns and makes grabby hands towards you, as if he wasn't well aware of the reason you were leaving. You swat at his hands, letting a small giggle escape as you approach the door. You swing it open without bothering to look in the peephole, assuming it was simply Chan on the other side to let you know the schedule for the day. Instead you open the door to Hyunjin, who appears very surprised as if he had almost expected you to not answer at all. Honestly, you probably wouldn't have answered if it wasn't for you believing whole-heartedly that it was Chan. Surprisingly, the fight from last night with Hyunjin hadn't been the first thing on your mind when waking up this morning.

However, as you stare at the nervous boy in front of you, you're reminded of all the cruel, harsh words he said to you just the night before. The look of annoyance was now seared into your brain. How could your best friend do that to you? Your heart starts to ache as you think about all your favorite moments with him trying to decipher how it could have lead up to this.

He brings his eyes up from where they shot to the floor when you first came out. Upon making eye contact, it's clear just how nervous he really is. There is deep regret painted across his face and sincerity within his gaze. He looks like he came with something to say, his mouth opening and closing again as he tries to get the simple words out.

"Why are you here?" you ask him, not too unkindly. You simply want to give him a way into a conversation; he looks scared half to death that your just gonna slam the door in his face.

"I wanted to apologize, I am so so sorry," he says, emphasizing the last part heavily. Just hearing those words is almost enough to make you cave and forgive him again. He is your best friend after all. You're pretty sure he didn't mean any of it, especially after the reassurances provided by Minho the night before, but it doesn’t take away all the harsh words that were spoken.

"Why would you say that to me?" you ask, hurt audible in your tone. "You know how insecure I am about that stuff."

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just really frustrated.”

“Well you did and it seems like you don’t even care how you made me feel.”

“Of course I care,” he says, offended at your accusation.

“Well it sure as hell seemed like you couldn’t give two shits last night.”

He simply stares back at you, regret running deep in his eyes. There’s a slight sparkle to them, enough to tell that he’s starting to tear up. He brings his hand up, scrunching the area between his eyes with his fingers. You almost remind him not to, telling him that it’ll bring wrinkles to his perfect face, but you hold yourself back remembering the unfortunate situation. Things aren’t okay between the two of you. It’s a weird felling considering it’s something that hasn’t really happened before.

Since the start of the band it’s really been you and Hyunjin. You were one of the favorite friendships for the fans to obsess over, and you loved it just as much as they did. You were two peas in a pod, never leaving each other's side.

You would’ve never expected for something like this to happen. Hyunjin wouldn’t do that to you.

But you have to think rationally if you want to keep the friendship. You can’t just throw all the years down the drain. He’s human, and he makes mistakes.

You hear Hyunjin inhale sharply from where he stands in front of you. You can tell he’s desperately trying to hold his sobs in, not wanting to make this about himself.

“Fucking idiot,” he whispers under his breath sending a pang through your chest. “Could we sit down and talk about it? I really want to make it up to you,” he says, regaining his composure. He straightens his back, his hands sliding into the pockets of his sweatpants. He nervously rocks forward a bit on his feet awaiting your answer.

As much as you want to talk it through, you’re not exactly comfortable with him right now. The idea of sitting down with him and being alone is definitely not on your to-do list. You need some time to process before you can get to that point. You’re sure that if you were to try to talk it out, it would probably turn into another argument, which is something you are desperately trying to avoid.

You glance back into the room, feeling Hyunjin’s eyes analyzing your movement. Minho is still in there, and it’s not really the time or place to dig deep into what happened. Time may be the main healer in this situation. He’s just going to have to regain your trust.

“Listen, now’s not really the best time. I’m not really ready to forgive you yet, but I’m not mad at you, okay?” He nods slowly, taking in your words. You can tell he’s disappointed, but he’s aware he’s not in the position to argue.

His eyes suddenly widen, a realization occurring. His eyes shift back to the room behind you.

“Is Minho in there? How did it go?” he asks, a sneaky smile growing on his face, completely amused at the situation.

"It went fine," you say shortly, trying to get Hyunjin to take a hint. Instead, he gently pushes past you into the hotel room. You would've shut the door on him had it not been suspicious. You spin around as Hyunjin struts into the room. You stare at him, confused considering you had just told him you weren't willing to talk right now.

You simply watch in wonder as he looks around, stepping back slightly when he notices an intimidating Minho, staring back at him from one of the beds. You may agree to be civil with Hyunjin while he attempts to make up for everything, but that doesn't mean Minho will. You're sure his typically empty threats will finally start to hold true.

Minho is still laying on the bed right where you had left him. His phone is in his hand, as if he had been trying to distract himself from listening to your conversation. However, it seems like the phone was neglected upon Hyunjin abruptly entering the room. His eyebrows are raised in a slightly annoyed manner. He hadn't been expecting Hyunjin to actually come into the room. His eyes shift from Hyunjin to you, and you quickly look away, embarrassed to be caught staring.

Although you would never admit it to his face, damn did he look hot while he was annoyed.

"You two slept in the same bed," Hyunjin says matter of factly, bringing you out of your thoughts. Your mouth opens in shock, not understanding how he could've possibly figured that out. Minho, however, doesn't take the moment of pause.

He instantly fires back, "Yah, don't start making accusations." He sits up a bit on the bed, prepared to chase after Hyunjin, like their fights usually result in.

"So, you're telling me you two did not sleep in the same bed?" he asks with his eyebrows raised in challenge. He glances between both of you as you try to figure out what to say. You don't want to lie to your best friend, but also based off what happened last night, he doesn't really deserve to know.

Minho beats you to it answering, "That's none of your business." He says it casually followed by a shrug of his shoulders. You nearly face palm, already knowing Hyunjin's reaction.

He instantly lights up, believing his theory to now be confirmed. He makes eye contact with both you and Minho, before he makes a run for it. He spins around and rushes for the door.

"Guys I won. I won the bet!" he begins to yell as he makes it to the hallway. Luckily, this was one of the few hotels you have stayed at where you had a whole floor to yourselves. There was a close encounter with fans at your last hotel, and they wanted to be extra cautious.

Hyunjin takes advantage of this, although you're not quite sure if it's purposeful or if he's just too excited to care. He goes to yell again, wanting to let the rest of the boys know the exciting news, but he is instantly cut off with a hand to his mouth. He recognizes it as Minho's, remembering the taste of dry tissues all too well.

Hyunjin nearly stumbles as he is dragged back into the room by the shorter man. Minho isn't too rough though, completely aware of his limits. He doesn't want to hurt him, maybe just restrain him.

Minho pushes him into the desk chair standing behind it. Hyunjin spits out the tissues, frustrated at being the victim of Minho's crimes yet again. He goes to stand up, eager to spill about your relationship to everyone, but he is kept seated by firm hand on his shoulder.

“Might as well tie him up while you’re at it” you say, giggling at Minho's antics.

“How’d you know I was into that?” Hyunjin retorts, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. In contrast, behind him Minho's face contorts into one of pure disgust. You can’t help but laugh at the craziness of the scene in front of you. The silliness is refreshing after the dramatic night before.

“Y/n, hand me more tissues,” Minho says, a look of determination growing on his face.

“I don’t know if that’s necessary…”

“He’s asking for it at this point,” he argues back, stretching his arm out obnoxiously. You shrug, unable to disagree with his point, emptying the last of the tissue box into his hand.

Panic fills Hyunjin’s eyes as he stares at you with deep betrayal. You simply laugh, aware that he's not actually upset.

Suddenly, all three of your heads snap towards the cracked open door as it's pushed open the rest of the way. It had been left slightly open after Minho dragged Hyunjin back in. You're nervous to see who it is, scared for the teasing to come if they find out. It's not that you don't want them to know about you and Minho, you just don't want to give them the satisfaction of being right. They've been trying to get you guys to interact again for years, so they are definitely going to give you a rough teasing over it. Plus, it doesn't sound like a bad idea to keep Minho to yourself for a little bit longer.

The door lightly hits the wall and the person is revealed. Jeongin is staring at the scene before him with wide eyes. The room is a little trashed due to Hyunjin knocking over a few things in the process of the kidnapping, and he looks terrified as Minho is holding tissues. It's definitely not the most welcoming thing he's ever seen.

He had come running out of his room after hearing Hyunjin yell, unsure as to what he had said. He was staying in the room next to you two and had simply wanted to check on Hyunjin or maybe join in on the fun.

However, this was not something he wanted to be included in this early in the morning. Hyunjin gives him pleading eyes, practically begging Jeongin to stay. The maknae doesn't listen, rather breaking eye contact and leaving for his room, too scared to be on the recieving end of Minho's wrath. He hadn't even said anything, his simple observance enough to make him leave.

That wouldn't be the end of it though, he knows he'll learn all about what happened eventually. He leaves with a small smirk, wondering if they had finally managed to finally get you and Minho to make up.

Next part out now!

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hellishjoel · 5 months

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god is a woman, but so is the devil

1.2k / pairing: sub brat tamer!joel miller x f!reader

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summary: joel lets you have control of him for the night - you milk him for all that he's worth.

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, porn without plot, brat tamer!joel, sub!joel, dom!reader, somewhat established relationship (whatever that relationship may be ((situationship, relationship, etc.)), toxic!couple, swearing, dirty talk, pet names, restraints, daddy kink, f!masturbation, oral (m & f receiving), degradation, a little praise kink, choking on dick, marking kink, 69, m!overstimulation A/N: this was a nice little challenge to help me make my smut more concise! shoutout to @undercoverpena for brainstorming this awesome idea with me! and thank you to @thetriumphantpanda for aiding me in attempting to shorten my smut lol. dividers by the astounding @saradika-graphics

“There he goes,” you coo with a belittling tone, “look at all this fucking cum.”

Your eyes fixate on the cream-colored mess all over your hand and Joel’s cock, watching out of your peripheral the way Joel’s chest rises and falls at a quickened rate. His skin is rosy with warmth, and body slick with his own sweat.

You’ve been milking him, orgasm after orgasm, with very little break in between. He was putty between your hands, while his own hands were tied up with his own belt at the bed frame.

“Okay,” he pants, head of dark curls matted with sweat digging into the pillows, “S’enough. M’done.”

You playfully snicker and shake your head, hand still stroking up and down his sticky cock as he goes limp in your palm.

“I think you forget who’s in charge here. Certainly not the one with his hands tied up in a belt.”

Joel grunts and bares his teeth, face pinched in a mess of agony and euphoria. He’s not sure how many times he’s been pushed to the finish, spilling unexpectedly all over himself in orgasms that convulse his entire body. The more he comes, the more he disintegrates.

Your devilish little giggle breaks him out of his daydream, his cock sensitive to your touch. He grunts and tugs against his restraints, the restraints he had foolishly agreed to. Handing over power to you was his first mistake, you were too self-absorbed to handle it.

Now, he’s laid back in the middle of the bed, a sweating, naked mess, while his girl literally sucks the life out of him.

He can’t help but whimper as you kitten lick around his reddened tip. Joel is forced to clench his eyes closed and grit his jaw as he tries to breathe through the overstimulation.

“Right, you had your fun, devil woman,” his southern accent is deep and filthy, written over with lust and making his words run raspy. “Now lemme go.”

He watches as you fake ponder, pursing your lips and looking up in thought. He takes in a sharp breath when you slowly begin to shake your head.

Joel watches in agony as you lean down and nip at the inside of his thighs, the muscles underneath your lips twitching with excitement. Your mouth moves up to the planes of his abdomen, watching with heavy eyes as you lick a slow stripe up his torso and taste his sweat.

“But I like telling you what to do.” You muse playfully, innocence lining your voice.

His eyes flutter, heart rate picking up as you dig your nails into the thick muscle of his thighs and drag downwards, Joel grunting the entire time to breathe through the pain.

The pistons in his brain were flying a million miles a minute. He couldn’t think, could barely speak, he had come more times today than he had all month, and it was driving him mad how you were using him like a little plaything. That was his job.

He finally decides to play nice, to give into the shifted power dynamic. He can’t take much more of this. His eyes soften and his jaw goes slack, a weak whimper passing through his lips as you suckle a hickey right next to his spent balls.

“Please, baby,” he gulps, slowly shaking his head and trying to look down at you. “Ain’t got nothin’ left.”

Now that sets you alight.

“What’s that you always say to me, Joel? You can give me one more, baby.” Your voice is seductive and sweet like honey, a Venus fly trap waiting to snap up any man in your wake.

He shakily breathes out a groveling whimper, knowing he can’t give you one more, he simply can’t. And that’s what he told you, several more times. But you weren’t satisfied with that weak excuse.

“Maybe you just need a little... motivation.” You coo, stripping yourself of your bra and panties as his eyes can’t help but lust over your pretty body he knows all too well.

Joel chews at his raw lower lip, bruised by his own teeth as you slowly spread your legs for him. He stares at your glorious cunt, sopping wet and calling his name. It’s tragic, the quiet sob that breaks from his throat as he gawks longingly. If you’d just let him have a taste…

He said he couldn’t, and he can’t. He was spent. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down in his throat as your hand slowly sinks down to your pretty pussy, fingers running up and down your slick as you let out a little gasp of pleasure.

Joel wriggles in his restraints again, desperate to touch and please you. He can only watch as your head lulls from side to side as you circle your clit and bury two fingers into your entrance until you’re knuckle deep, causing you to cry out his name.

“You want this pretty pussy, Daddy? Don’t make me ride you, you wouldn’t last a minute,” he’d never imagined you daring to ride him would be such a threat, but it was. You were right, he wouldn’t last, and he’d finish embarrassingly early. Like a damn teenager.

Then, the worst happens. He whimpers as his cock begins to swell all over again, fattening up as he goes semi-hard against his stomach.

You spot it almost immediately, a cocky grin on your lips as you crawl up the bed towards him. He whimpers and whines, clenching his eyes closed.

The man was afraid to let go. You decided to stop torturing him, wanting to reward him for being such a good submissive tonight.

“Wanna come on your face like you’ve been doing to me all night,” you hum as you work your way up the bed and straddle your cunt over his face, feeling the glide of his aquiline nose against your core and his hot breath fanning across your center. It gave you the chills.

You lay your head by his thigh and start pumping your hand around his massive dick, hearing him messily moan against your pussy as he eats you up like a starving man. Your sweet juices land on his tongue and lips, burying his tongue inside your walls before moving back to suckle against your throbbing clit.

You force your cries to be silent as you wrap your lips around him. The sensation of your hot mouth instantly makes him curse against you, whimpering loudly as he forces his face more into your pussy to hide his pathetic whines.

He’s so needy, he’s so close, and you taking him all the way down your throat, gagging around his thick cock wasn’t going to make him last much longer.

You hollow your cheeks and flatten your tongue, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat more times than you can count. He’s pulsing inside of your mouth. One, two, maybe three more bobs of your head, and he’s bucking his hips into your sloppy mouth, spit slathering down his dick and puddling at his balls.

His tongue flicks devilishly fast against your clit, causing you to moan around his shaft as he spills hot load after hot load down your throat. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you greedily take it all, your own finish landing on Joel’s tongue not even seconds later.

Your jaw is aching, throat swollen once you finally pull your mouth from him.

“Such a good fucking man finishing for me, good job, Daddy,” you gulp after swallowing his musky come.

The room smells of sex and is filled with both of your exhausted pants. Joel’s wrists are rubbed raw from the leather, and he comes so hard that he sees stars behind his eyes while his girl’s juices lay tainted on his tastebuds.

He’s not so sure if you’re a God or the Devil, but he’s sure he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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watchoutforthefanfics · 7 months

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Ticking Love Bomb (Part One) || Eleventh Doctor × gn!Reader

Part 1...

Summary: Your adventure with the Doctor and the Ponds takes a harsh turn when it seems you're targeted with a potion. A love potion, specifically the type where you fall in love with whoever's eyes you met first after "drinking" it. But what if you're already in love with him?

TWS: aliens, space, references of guns, smoke, unrequited love (but not really), self sacrificial attitudes, and purely oblivious people. Also, just a touch of angst (typical of a love confession).

A/N: This is a lil angsty so be ready!!! Enjoy :)

The room was filling with a sort of pink gas, at least it looked pink. Maybe like a salmon color?

The walls were bland, white and tall, and the lights were fluorescent. If you didn't know any better, you would've assumed you were in a hospital of some kind.

"Uh, Doctor… What-" you spoke watching as the gas pooled in around your feet, "What is that?"

He paused, taking a few sniffs, and mumbling to himself before answering, "A potion. They must-"

He stopped, eyebrows drawn in confusion, "Well, they must not know who I am, this won't work on Gallifreyans. It's kind of like that one poison that just makes us sleep for a few centuries but could turn a human to dust-"

"Doctor," you interrupted, hand placed on his shoulder to shake him out of his mind, "-as much as I love a bit of rambling, now's really not the time."

"Right," he corrected, straightening up and glancing around the room (for an escape you assumed), "-I don't see-"

"Hello, my doves," a voice boomed through the room, bouncing off the terribly empty walls, "-having fun yet, are we?"

It was prim and proper, a thick accent in a tone you recognized as 'all-knowing'. She seemed to be readily in control of the situation, and the Doctor… didn't seem to have a clue.

"What is it? What is she filtering in here?"

"Well," he answered, peering at the gas which was now at mid-calf, "-I'm not entirely sure. My best guess is it's a mix of potions, hastily made based on the composition. There's no real proper composure to it, an amateur is the most suspect. Or maybe someone who just wants results?"

"Doctor," you groaned, your fingers starting to swirl the pink around you, "-what is it and how will it affect me?"

"Human, right," he blinked, looking at you solidly for a moment, before turning down to his sonic, watching it buzz, "-I'll see what components are in it and that should-"

He stopped mid-sentence, body frozen and eyebrows furrowed even more, and… was he- was he blushing?

"You must understand now?" The voice continued, tone light with amusement, "The potion was never for you, Doctor; it really was to tear you away from your sidekick. I know how terribly fond you are of them in particular, and thought… this may be the perfect leverage opportunity."

"Doctor, what are they talking about?"

He didn't answer you, just set his eyes on what appeared to be a camera in the corner, "What do you want from me?"

You blinked, ready to argue with the Doctor about just… giving in (the Universe was far more important than you), but something else caught your attention.

It was the smell, god, it smelt just like roses in here. So fresh and beautiful, you could almost smell the morning dew on the thorns. It was so… wonderful.

"Y/N?" he spoke, you knew that voice, you really did, but it just smelt so nice in here. You couldn't help but picture the velvety petals beneath your fingertips, the grass underneath your shoes, the rays of sun on your face.

In an instant, your eyes fluttered shut -finding comfort in the warmth. It was like a warm sunny day on the beach, so nice to just… absorb.

"Y/N, darling-" the voice continued, "-can you hear me?"

And just like that, your brain was doused in, what felt like, a cold bucket of water -the rosy pink glow in your head faded, leaving a bit of paranoia in its wake.

"Alright, Y/N," he explained, calmly, "-listen to me carefully, don't-"

Before he could even finish, your eyes flew open, eyes landing on his green ones -searching for some solace. It was almost an instinct, hearing his voice, you just had to search for him.

"Y/N, wait-" He sputtered, eyes connecting with yours, "-why do you never listen to me? You weren't supposed to-"

He paused, staring at you for a moment (almost analyzing you), you blinked.

"Y/N, are you… are you feeling anything?"

"I, uh," you paused rubbing at your eyes for a second and just having a little check in, "-I don't feel anything different, why? Am I supposed to?"

"Well," he looked at you in wonder, and did that thing where he scrambled for a moment, "-yes."

"What?" The voice boomed again, disbelief coating her tone, "You… Why didn't it work? Doctor, what have you done?"

"I didn't-"

You interrupted, confused, "Wait, what's supposed to be happening to me right now?"

The voice answered, a bit more polite than an assumed antagonist should, "You are supposed to fall in love with whomever you see, it's perfectly disposed in the human genes, I don't-"

You blinked, oh.

"Well, I don't-" you inhaled, trying to calm your internal storm at the fact that the Doctor was looking at you like he just knew, but he couldn't have (could he?), "I feel normal, so…"

"Well, then," she spoke, tone a bit surprised but seemingly knowing, "-let's just hope we don't have any after effects, shall we?"

"What do you-"

The Doctor interrupted, voice stern, "Your potion just didn't work, there are no after effects."

"We shall see, Doctor, we shall see."

And with that… ominous answer, there was a click on the large gray door that had sealed them off before, an unlocking -assumedly.

In an instant, the Doctor grabbed your hand, and pulled you out of the room -where the fumes still lingered. You could smell the hint of roses in the air, and your head started to hurt a little bit from the memory of how strong it once was.

"Hey uh, Doctor?" You asked, slowly following a step behind him through the cavernous hallways, "What did they-"

"Shush," he spun around to you, and without hesitation, put his fingers to your neck (checking a pulse?), "-okay, good. A little fast but, alright so far.

Your face was burning hot and you could barely breathe. Your skin tingling where his fingers once were.

"Doctor, can you please explain what's going on? You act like I'm a ticking time bomb-"

He flinched.

"Wait, am I-" you exhaled shakily, pulling your hand out of his, "-am I on a timer? I can't hurt you, I really can't-"

"Y/N," he spoke, voice soft -a kind of gentle whisper-, "-calm down, okay?"

"I'm not-" you huffed, voice shaking ever-so-slightly, "I can't until you tell me what's going on!"

He exhaled, a deep sigh through his body, and you knew that look in his eyes well, an old man who'd seen worlds crash and burn.

"A lot of people have this idea that putting 2 similar things alike can make a better thing," he began, "-objectively, anyway. Scientifically through, that doesn't work, things clash and spark and burst. Like putting two ends of a magnet close to each other, they repel."

“And, that means?” you asked, tone questioning.

"The person who did this to you, tried to make a, objectively, better potion that was compiled of the same things that 2 other potions had," he continued, hand still locked with yours as you roamed down the hall, "This, being done haphazardly didn't really work."

“So, what, Doctor? What’s-”

“Your-” he started, eyes falling in a huff, “-Your heart is a ticking time bomb.”

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p-antomime · 2 years

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if you insist.

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𖦹 content: mean dom!ajax, monsterfucking, dub-con, breeding!kink, virginity loss, size!kink, cunniligus, unprotected sex, pinning, power imbalance, pet names.

𖦹 pairings: [foul legacy form]!childe x fem!reader.

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"You took your time!", he exclaimed with a simplistic little side-smile as he saw you approaching as your finished trying to untie your dress that was almost all crumpled as you had to get around helping Paimon and the Traveler, "Do y’know how long I've been waiting for you?"

"I was busy! Helping y'know who, Tartaglia," you replied and stood beside him before looking over to see where exactly you were.

Truth be told: you didn't even remember that the path he asked you to take led to the Wanmin Restaurant because your brain had been completely absorbed for more than three hours in the miscellaneous tasks that seemed to never end coming from Paimon's hands.

"You didn't answer my question, pretty girl," his tone was softer now and made you relax automatically as it was matched with his arm passing over your shoulders to pull you closer as your eyes looked at the menu you never got around to memorizing.

"And I don't even need it!", you replied with a soft, velvety tone that made his heart beat so fast it felt like there was a drum in the middle of his chest.

It was always the same, Childe even felt stupid when he stopped to think how you had his heart in the palm of your hand and didn't even realize it, but he didn't blame you for that either, because in case you didn't realize his feelings soon enough, it was okay by now for him to just have your company. Just you being happy and well was enough to make his existence less fervently hellish, especially since the very moment his water-colored eyes hovered over your graceful figure Tartaglia felt in the most heavenly field of affection that could possibly exist, even if your hair was a bit disheveled after you, Paimon and Traveler had been ambushed and chased by soldiers he had to deal with.

Dealing differently than he used to with you whenever he had some free time. If violence followed Ajax wherever he went, you were a beautiful exception that made him have the need to drive you around like a porcelain doll about to break, that was obvious to everyone but you, every time he unwittingly brushed his fingers against your arms and immediately stroked the same spot just to make sure he hadn't squeezed too hard and hurt you.

"What you've been doing, huh?", you asked Childe as soon as he had finished taking your order; he had already memorized what your favorite dish was, "I haven't seen you properly in weeks," he ran his tongue over lips before shrugging and looking away.

"I'm an extremely requested guy, pretty, I already told you that, but...", his eyes glared at you before his head tilted in your direction and you didn't even flinch; Tartaglia almost rolled his eyes in irritation at your inattention and naivete, "It seems like you don't even hear me when I say something.”

And then a pout appeared on your lips before the two of you started a heated discussion about how you were always paying attention to what he was saying, and for most of it your partner in going outs — which to him were more dates than that — was just giving you little smiles and not even paying attention to what you were saying. Childe was busy studying, analyzing and admiring your features and details without paying attention to time and he did this even after you had eaten and it was time for him to theoretically return you to Paimon, who immediately asked if he had forced you go out with him.

The answers were varied, while you gave a shy smile and denied with the head, he pretended to be offended and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye before letting go of your hand and watching you slowly disappear in the direction where the Golden House stood. His job for the day was complete and it was just to spend a little time with you and make the most of it, even if now, after several months since the first contact between you and him, there was little left unvisited in Liyue that he could take you to for a new date.

As always, you didn't expect to see him again so soon and the rest of the week passed in such a monotonous way that at some moments you wished Childe would magically appear on your side to keep you company during the long afternoons; as long as the current one you were using to get home alone and somewhat oblivious to the space around you since the road remained the same as always. Or you thought it was.

A closed bag in the middle of the path caught your attention and your frown creased before you looked around. There was no one there until you looked diagonally and saw a group of people who, from their clothes, you already knew very well who were. The gray masks over their faces made it obvious what their backgrounds were.

"Uh, who are we seeing here?! A nosey girl?", you took a few steps back as you heard one of them speak and immediately pulled out a pyro potion or two.

"I don't— I promise I didn't see anything, sir, I just—"

Immediately, you tried to explain yourself as your feet seemed to have a life of their own and your brain told you to run, especially since you didn't even have any treasure for them to steal.

As soon as a "Fry!" and a Molotov was thrown in your direction, you immediately took off running without even seeing where exactly it had fallen. And obviously, other footsteps with heavy boots were following you; your brain could barely reason where you could go or head. Desperate measures bring almost no reasoning, however, the situation would get worse.

And it got as soon as you felt the wind speed around your body change and become more intense, almost as if something was making you fly and your head turned to see what, or who, had made the aura of the place change dramatically. Now it felt like even your last neuron was telling you to flee far away.

"What the hell—", before you could finish speaking, your mouth dropped into an "O” shocked.

A huge creature, about ten feet tall, with claws for fingers, a cape that looked like it had bits of stars and constellations on it, a reddish-tinged mask with a small purple glowing jewel shining in the center, purple fuzz around its neck, the same red hair you knew so well you would recognize it from yards away. It had the foul legacy of carrying, breathing and finding itself in violence. And violence is exactly what it brought: in the blink of an eye you found yourself surrounded by shattered, torn, blood-spurting bodies.

If the fear before was of dying, it had been tripled now and you tried not to stumble as you turned your back on that and the rest of the treasure looters who would still be killed by a Tartaglia who gave in to the impulses of his own rage and used the transformation most damaging to him for simply seeing the girl he loved in danger. But even under the mask, he didn't expect to see you turning your back and running away from him, the one who saved you less than a minute ago. You should be feeling flattered and safe, however, you were just feeling even more frightened that you didn't know that the worst side of Childe was that mortifying thing.

And having to chase you through trees, bushes, grasses and big rocks while you tried not to fall and keep running made something click in his mind and mix with the little bit of resentment. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of being chasing you as if you were in a game of predator and hunter, wolf in sheep's clothing and helpless bunny, maybe it was more horniness than that. However, regardless of what that mix of feelings was doing inside Ajax, your fear grew even more as soon as one of his claw-filled hands grabbed your dress by the hem and made you fall to the floor with the face getting a little dirt on it.

"Plea-please, I don't—", you coughed trying to drag yourself away, but the only thing beneath your fingers was fertile, half-wet dirt, "Don't kill me, please, I didn't– nothing, did nothing wrong, plea–”

Your legs were shaking, Childe could feel it as soon as his large hands slid from the hem of the dress to the exposed skin of our thighs and inevitably one of them went to remove his mask before his somewhat deeper than normal voice resonated and reached your ears, "You should be thankful I didn't let 'em— stop trying to fucking fight me, mortal, you barely can stand up."

It was still your Tartaglia there, pushing your dress up and trying to gain access to your pussy, but at the same time it wasn't — you knew deep down, even at the high peak of your inattention, that your redhead would never pin you to the ground like that thing, that monster did to keep your head and face down and ass up.

For all the seconds it took him to rip open your panties and finally get a glimpse of the place on your body he most wished he could touch and taste, you tried to struggle against his large, strong hands that continued to keep you pinned to the floor.

You felt something brush against your sensitive clit and immediately tried to close legs that were held open by Ajax above your much smaller body than his, then the same wet, soft something slid down between your folds and reached your tight entrance. A shiver ran through your body as soon as his lips latched onto your pussy as if he was about to make out with it and eyes closed tightly thinking that this would make the situation reverse itself and that Childe would let you go.

However, that was not an option. He had always been so patient, so loving, so kind and the only thing that it paid off for him was you being completely oblivious to his real intentions to have you at least as a girlfriend. Now was the perfect chance, even more than perfect, even if his Foul Legacy form undermined his life in an extremely dangerous way. At the moment, Tartaglia simply didn't care; if it was necessary to use his most monstrous form to get you dumbfucked, he would do it without a second thought to the consequences.

You could feel Ajax's long tongue going from your clit to lick it to your entrance to fuck and tease you to the point of making you hide the face in your arms feeling more than humiliated that you were getting wetter and wetter as he played with your body as if you were just a doll — and, comparing physical power and height, you were indeed.

"Tight, you're so fuckin' tight, every time I lean against you and your pussy tightens around my tongue, I can feel how fucking tight you are, are you a virgin, huh?", Tartaglia asked and stood up momentarily to see your entrance leaking more and more and you dared not answer with anything but a whimper that died as soon as his large, broad chest brushed against your back, "You are, for sure, bunny, I can smell your shyness for being a fucking virgin and liking to be tongue-fucked by a monster."

A cocky chuckle escaped him and made you clench around nothing, you prayed he couldn't see this reaction and his face moved closer to your shoulder where his pointed fangs brushed against it as if they were threatening to cut the skin. It was the first time that your pussy seemed to tingle intensely and a knot, heat seemed to be present at the foot of your belly, was this an approaching orgasm? If it was, you wanted Tartaglia to somehow cure you of this anxiety of being about to cum and not being able to do it on your own.

"T-Tartaglia, 'm feeling, so strange, feeling d-dizzy and—", a loud moan escaped you just as one of his knees pressed against the middle of your legs, almost making them have to spread as wide as possible to accommodate it there.

"And?", he asked encouraging you to fall for his lewd corruption and perversion and feeling his massive cock confining still in his pants need painfully to be released soon, "And what, hm? I didn't even get your pretty tongue out of your mouth, so I'm sure you can use it to finish talking, huh?", his face moved away from your shoulder and back close to your pussy to let more kisses and licks over it, you barely noticed the way your hips tried to force themselves against his face.

"Oh, oh, look at you, pretty tiny girl, showing yourself off for such a monster like me," he whispered still against your pussy before bringing hands to his own pants and armor to start dismantling and taking them off, making the sounds of metal and fabric tinkle and thump against the floor around you, "How bad d’you want it, hm? How bad do you wanna feel a dick stretching you out for the first time?"

Again his pecs brushed against your back and you felt his big hands hold you by the waist and this time something softer and far less flexible than his long tongue brushed against your sensitive clit and made you flinch against the floor.

"Tell me and I shall give it to you, tiny bunny," you nodded shyly and tried to keep the face hidden in your arms, "You don't want me to force you to say it, do you? Everything you gotta say is 'please, Ajax, fuck me hard, fuck me until I can't walk, fuck me until I can't think about anything but your dick' with your pretty voice, it's not that hard.”

You looked down, to see what exactly was between your legs. And regretted it immediately, there was not a remote chance that Tartaglia could get it into your too-small pussy.

It was big, large, massive, had even solid veins around it throbbing and leaked a lot of pre-cum; and you silently wondered how much cum he could pour inside you, right into your womb, only to soon after move the head to the side and the other trying not to convince yourself that you didn't want to have him deep inside you, kissing your cervix.

"Y'know you want it, bunny," his voice whispered close to your ear and you felt his long tongue playing with your earlobe, "You just need to say it 'n it's enough, say it."

The tip of his big fat dick placed itself exactly against your tiny entrance, you gasped and your fingers dug into the dirt beneath your body, your sense of ethics seemed to disappear as soon as Tartaglia kissed and licked your neck.

"P-Please, Ajax," your voice came out breathless and almost inaudible and a sly smile appeared on his lips, his cock leaking even more and his self-control beginning to slip from his hands, "Fuck me hard, fuck me 't-till I can't walk, fuck me 'till I can't think about anything but– ngh! "

Tartaglia couldn't wait for you to finish speaking, his dick slammed deep inside your pussy until the tip was kissing your cervix and the pain of seeming to be impaled took over you with eyes watering and teeth biting hard on your lips almost to the point of bleeding.

"F-Fuck, this–fuck!", his head fell back as he felt your walls squeezing him massively, trying to push him out and his big hands possessively placed themselves on your waist, "So fuckin' tight, I barely c-can— ngh move," he grunted and looked down between your legs where your pussy was trying to get used to his huge girth.

"A-Ajax, 's hurt-hurting," you gasped with small tears falling and wetting the dirt and Ajax leaned over your back again, keeping you still, and whispering, "It's goin' to be so good in a few seconds, you're gonna feel so good," his deep voice made you clench even tighter around his shaft.

And indeed, the monster deep inside you wasn't lying, as slowly his hips began to rock against yours and made you have the pain being replaced by a simmering pleasure that soon again had you on the verge of cumming with your clit throbbing even more as his cum-filled balls slapped against it.

Seeing you try to move body against his, Tartaglia immediately understood that he could move and it took less than five seconds for him to start thrusting hard, always with your body under his keeping you pinned between him and the ground to make sure that his girl got every last drop of cum.

While still thrusting, he slid one hand down your crotch to reach your lower belly and press on it just for the pleasure of knowing how deep his massive cock reached, "Feeling it, bunny? Feeling how deep 'm fucking you silly?"

The only things that came out of your lips were moans and whimpers and your eyes teared up again, this time not from pain, but from urgency to cum; urgency that was filled as soon as Ajax rubbed against your most sweet spot in one long thrust.

Your vision blurred and body trembled beneath his, it seemed that even your consciousness wavered and returned to normal as spasms ran through your every muscle and drool dripped down the chin; all while Childe still was pinning you with his whole size and height.

This was all just one more incentive for the monster above you to keep fucking you through your orgasm until the overstimulation snapped you out of the bliss and brought you back to a sense of what was happening; now it seemed your walls could feel him even deeper, so deep that the moment his cock released all of his thick sticky cum you were absolutely sure he'd thrown it all right into your womb.

If there was anything human left in Childe up to that point, even as he fucked you like a beast almost seriously bruising your hips, there was none of that left when he forced your torso down, making you lie completely flat against the ground, and pulled your hips all the way back until your ass was fully encased in his groin.

"Such a fucking good cocksleeve," he whispered pulling away and slowly pulling out to see his white cream leaking out of your tiny little entrance for how much he had cum, and anyone else would realize how overwhelmed you were, but seeing you shuddering completely made Ajax swallow hard and feel all the blood in his body focus on his cock again, "Uh, what's that, bunny? Did I hear you right? You saying 'Ajax, I want more, make me pass out from cumming! Please!'? Oh, I did, right?", his tip spread the cum over your folds before thrusting back inside your small pussy, "If you insist, who 'm I to deny it to you, hm?"

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dwritesit · 6 months

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page 1: a short raindrop engagement comic / fic

based on conversations with kirst ♡ thinking nonstop about raindrop husbands and then... well how did they get engaged??

my first time making a comic so bear with me folks (working on requests in between this project!)

Written portion:

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Tick, tick, tick, tick…

The hands of the clock on the library wall flick around their orbit, though no one pays mind to their positions. Scribbling on paper, book pages turning with a quiet whush, a waggling tail occasionally meeting the bookcase as the reader absorbs the writings.

It had been hours since Rain and Dewdrop first entered the ministry library. The fire ghoul wanted to read, the water ghoul wanted to draw. A chill had seeped into their bones when they first arrived early morning that dissipated as the afternoon sun streamed in through the large windows. It was cozy now, comfortable enough to sink and yawn into.

Rain stretched for the hundredth time with a low groan, a knot forming in his lower back from being hunched over his drawing pad. Images had poured out in the beginning, mostly of his lover, but they dribbled into doodles as his mind began to drift. He sat back in his chair, blinking fast to try and rouse his brain again, peeking at the clock that read a time he didn’t truly care about. Then, he turned to the ghoul who had entered with him.

Dewdrop had started out in one of the plush, red chairs on the far wall of the library. A dark bound book capturing his attention. Then he’d moved to the table next to Rain until he became fidgety, then to the floor where he currently laid out, ankles raised and crossed over each other, his tail wiggling every time the book excited him. Rain stared at him, taking in his lithe form. The curve of his back as he rested up on his elbows. Legs stretched out in a way that Rain could only describe as cute. That long, dark tail, heart shaped at the tip that Rain wanted to reach out and grab - both because Dewdrop would certainly pout cutely, and tail pulling usually lead to other more sinful activities.

The fire ghoul had one hand raised to his mouth, looking thoughtful, while the other was holding the book open, pointing a guide for Dewdrop’s eyes. Long, hay-colored hair was tucked behind his ears, and one bunch that never seemed to listen was hanging in front of his pointed nose. Rain wanted to slick it back, if only to see more of Dewdrop’s pretty face. He truly was a gorgeous ghoul. Warmth bloomed in his chest at the sight.

I love him, was the only thought on his mind.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ddrawedit #rain ghoul #raindrop #raindrop ghost #raindrop engagement comic #the band ghost art #sodo ghoul #raindrop comic #sorry for giving dew an ass #im not actually sorry i love his ass

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aikyudo · 7 months

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Putting the finishing touches on an art collab by @shaykai and me! I wanted to try a new technique, and while the black stitching looks okay, I did not account for the fact that fabric... absorbs liquid. So the color ended up bleeding quite a bit. A lesson for the future!! But stitching out Error's little 'errors' made my brain excited.

#quilting #fabric #sewing #quilt #sewing machine #errortale #sans undertale #ink sans #inktale #undertale #error sans #errorink #errink

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thiswasneverthat · 8 months

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friday

ㅡ seven masterlist

❅ chan x fem!reader

❅ smut, minor dni, masturbation, just overall chris being chris ig

❅ wc: 1.2K

When Chris said you were gonna pay for messing with him earlier in the morning, you thought it was an empty threat. He had this tendency to do that in the bedroom while you both were fucking each other's brains out.

However, it appeared that in this particular instance, you may have overlooked the significance of his wordsㅡ which you shouldn't have done.

When you got home later at night, you were welcomed by the unforeseen sight of him in the living room. He was sitting down on the couch while watching a football match, wearing nothing but a running short.

"Hey, is there something wrong with the aircon?" you squinted your eyes at him, head tilted slightly.

"No, it's working just fine," Chris answered casually without sparing you a glance.

"So?" you cleared your throat before walking toward the kitchen. "What has gotten to you, then? Don't you have any clean shirt to wear?"

You have seen Chris naked so many times, but it was rather out of the ordinary to witness him comfortably seated in the living room like that without any perceptible motive.

"Why? Does it bother you?"

From where you were standingㅡ in front of the fridge, you couldn't see his face but you could feel that he was smirking as he said that.

"No, it doesn't," you answered rigidly before downing a mouthful of cold water down your throat to soothe your jitters.

Out of nowhere, a staggering sensation then arose as you felt an inexplicable warmth slowly emanating from your cheeks, causing a slight flush to color your complexion.

"Do we still have some beers?" Chris asked casuallyㅡ and unbeknownst to you, he was already walking toward the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah, we do. I'll get you one."

While still oblivious to the fact that Chris was approaching closer, you hastily retrieved a can of beer from the fridge. However, when you turned around, your face nearly collided with his bare chest, causing you to let out a startled gasp.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

"You okay, babe?" he asked with a mischievous laugh as one of his hands automatically came up to hold your shoulder.

"Chris, my God! Don't sneak up on me like that!" you grumbled and closed your eyes.

With him standing in close proximity, the distinctive scent of his perfume enveloped your senses, causing a dizzying effect on your head.

"What?! I didn't mean to sneak up on you," Chris shook his head as his laughter subsided. "Why are you so antsy, though?"

"Never mind! I am going to take a bath," you quickly handed him the can of beer before you bolted out to the bathroom.

Something must have gone wrong with you, because why were you so agitated since the first second you saw him shirtless in the living room.. right?

It shouldn't be a problem if he doesn't want to wear a freaking shirt at home.. right? It wasn't like there were anybody else except the two of you.

And for fuck's sake, you have seen him naked more times than you cared to count.

"Shit, what the hell is wrong with me?!" you groaned to yourself before you stepped into the bathtub.

As you let out a long and heavy sigh, you slowly submerge yourself under the water, hoping that the comfort could wash away your intrusive thoughts. You needed to stop fantasizing about his abs in your head. You seriously needed to stop salivating over how insanely stunning he looked without a damn shirt.

But the most important thing was to detach yourself from the incessant flow of thoughts. Because you were so absorbed in your own mind that the presence of Chris joining you in the bathroom went completely unnoticed.

Without making a noise, he swiftly slid down his shorts and walked over to the shower which was next to the bathtub, separated merely by a glass wall.

Only when he turned on the water that you finally snapped out of it. "Oh myㅡ Chris! What are you doing?!"

"Taking a shower, what else?" Chris said casually as he threw his head back a little, relishing the warm water coursing down his naked body. "You okay, though? You are not yourself."

"What?! No, no, Iㅡ I am fine, no worries," you stuttered and then averted your eyes.

How is this possible? Your heart was pounding violently when you caught a glimpse of him standing naked under the shower as if it was your first time.

Did he do all of this on purpose? Or it was you who was overly sensitive?

"Fuck," you hissed and hurriedly reached for the shower gel. For your own sakeㅡ to avoid worsening your emotional turmoil, you need to speed up your bathing ritual.

However, as you were about to stand up and grab the towel that was placed near the sink, you stopped dead in your track when you heard a soft moan.

In the next second, your pupils dilated and you felt your stomach churned. And much to your dismay, your head turned on its ownㅡ facing the source of the noise.

There he was, standing under the running shower while massaging his cock.

"Ah, fuck fuck," Chris grunted sharply before he bit his lower lip. His chest heaved up and down, his eyes sealed shut and his hand working with great vigor to satisfy himself.

From where you were standing, your view began to be obstructed by the fog that enveloped the glass wall, which then prompted you to let out a loud groan.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked through gritted teeth without glancing over at you.

"Huh? Whaㅡ what? I didn'tㅡ" your words came out in a jumble, stuttering and stumbling over each other after he caught you like a deer in the headlights.

You then only stood in your spot, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. You had no idea what to say or how to explain yourself. Your eyes darted around nervously, hoping for some kind of way out of the situation.

And Chris was right. You were not yourself.

"Come closer then," his command came out in a low guttural grunt before he turned around to face you instead of the wall this time. "Look at what you'll be missing for the next couple of days."

Heeding his command, you took a few steps closer and held your breath. Your heart was racing as you struggled to comprehend the weight of his words and the mouthwatering sight he had just unveiled before you.

In fact, nothing else held your interest as much as he did at that moment. He occupied all of your thoughts and consumed your attention entirely. It was like he had a certain power over you that you couldn't resist.

Well.. definitely not, when the veins in his arms were popping out as he stroked his cock vigorously. You swore you could religiously watch him like that all day.

"Look at me, baby," Chris called out to you, instantly pulling you out of your trance. "Look at how hard I will cum."

Accompanied by throaty moans and gasping breaths, Chris came all over his hands and trickled down to his thighs.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #skz fanfiction #bang chan fanfic #bang chan x reader #chan smut #stray kids fanfiction

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hysel-e · 30 days

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☀️ A Vacation to Remember ☀️

"Last year, I wanted to invite you to the beach, but you immediately shot me down without even hearing me out,” you said, pretending to wipe away imaginary tears. “You wounded me, you know. Oh, how times have changed.”

“I had better things to do than to spend my summer break with you,” Orter deadpanned, adjusting his glasses as he spoke.

“So you were just shy. I get it. Since you agreed to go this time, I'll take that as a sign we’re growing closer~”

“Do not put words into my mouth.”

You, Orter, and Alex were currently at the beach for summer break. It took a lot of convincing from both you and Alex before Orter finally agreed to be abducted to the beach.

However, while you and Alex were playing in the ocean, a certain four-eyes was seated in the shade, reading a book.

Noticing this transgression, you made your way over to him. "Why are you reading at the beach? Your habit of overreading is precisely the reason why your eyes turn into 3s when you take your glasses off,” you remarked, casting a playful glance at him.

Before Orter could respond to your cheeky remark, Alex approached with something in his hand. “I brought a slaughtermelon!"

"Why would you bring that here?" Orter asked, a trace of revulsion colored his face.

"It's times like these when you gotta smash melons, dummy!" Alex exclaimed enthusiastically.

"'Tis the season," you concurred, eyeing Orter mischievously.

"Speaking of smashing melons... Orter's pretty hard-headed. We could smash the slaughtermelon onto his head,” you suggested, half-jokingly. “I doubt he would sustain any brain damage due to that skull of his.”

Immediately following your words, you were pulled into the sand, finding yourself eye-level with Orter's feet. You had forgotten that you were currently in his natural territory.

“Did I lie, though?”

As night descended, you found Orter by the shore, his nose buried in a book as usual.

Approaching with a playful smile, you asked, “Mind if I join you?”

Without lifting his gaze from the pages, he replied, “What’s the point of asking? You’d do so regardless.”

“You’re so right, Orter. I can’t believe you know me so well,” you chuckled, earning a slight “tsk” from him.

“So, what brings you out here at this hour while Alex is fast asleep?” you inquired, settling down beside him.

Orter, as dry as ever, responded, “I went out to get away from you, but it appears that plan failed."

Without skipping a beat, you flashed a wide grin. “Then I’ll have no choice but to make you enjoy my company~”

At this point, he had completely abandoned any hope of reading in peace.

“What makes you think I want that?” Orter glanced your way, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I mean, who wouldn't want someone as charming as myself for company?" you remarked confidently, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Knowing that arguing with you was only a waste of time and breath, he let out an exasperated sigh and resigned himself to your presence, listening to your ramblings while gazing at the scenery.

It was a night of the full moon, the sky adorned with countless stars.

They say that the company you keep can enhance moments like these...

Though Orter was not one to appreciate the natural beauty of the night, the scene tonight was particularly alluring.

At some point, you fell silent. Resting your head on your knees, you watched as Orter absorbed the view before him with his usual expressionless face. His presence alone had a way of making your heart skip a beat.

Opportunities to silently enjoy his company like this were rare, so you were savoring every second.

The scene of the ocean and sky illuminated by the full moon was breathtaking, and yet… you found the concentric rings in his eyes far more captivating.

“Quit staring,” his voice interrupted your trance.

“Oh, was I..? Maybe because the person I’m looking at is too mesmerizing to avert my eyes,” you teased.

Your comeback left him momentarily at a loss for words. Never before had he had to deal with anyone this... brazen. “You and your jokes. Your shamelessness knows no bounds, does it?” he said, adjusting his glasses.

"Yep. Since you already know how shameless I am, I'd like to take a picture of you; it'll last longer," you replied with a wink.

"A camera would be required for that," he remarked dryly.

"Don't underestimate me. I come prepared for every situation," you said, producing a camera out of thin air.

"Let's take one together," you suggested, closing the distance between you.

Orter didn't mind the proximity, per se, but it was the sudden closeness that flustered him. “Fine,” he relented, “but just one photo.”

With a click, the picture was captured.

The photo was a success. "It's perfect! I'll make sure to cherish this picture forever," you giggled, filled with genuine delight.

Turning to Orter, you added with a grin, "Oh, and just for the record, I'm only this shameless when it comes to you."

Orter averted his gaze, his ears tinged with red. "Hand me a copy. I need to make sure you didn't make me look foolish."

As you handed him a copy, you noticed a subtle softening in his eyes. “You don't look silly at all. It’s impossible to make you look silly. The camera likes you just as much as I do,” you teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow.

“I suppose it’s an acceptable photograph,” he reluctantly admitted, as he carefully placed the photo into his book, marking the page he had been reading.

In that moment, you felt grateful for the scenery that lay before your eyes, for the cool ocean breeze that caressed your skin, for his presence that comforted your very soul, and you hoped Orter felt the same way too.

With softened eyes and heartfelt sincerity, you expressed, “I’m truly glad, Orter, that you’re part of this photograph and this precious memory of mine...”

#orter madl x you #orter x reader #orter x you #orter madl x reader #mádl orter x reader #orter madl x y/n #mashle orter x reader #mashle orter #mashle orter mádl #mashle #orter x y/n #orter mádl x reader #orter madl #orter mádl #orter mádl x you #orter mádl x y/n #mashle x reader

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angel-of-the-moons · 26 days

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Hiii, how about writing some fluff about Poe teaching reader who’s a new pilot for the resistance some of his tips on flying? The rest is up to you. I’m missing Poe as well :,)))

Baby Wings

Poe Dameron x Reader

TW/CW: Nothing!

A/N: I might consider writing this on my tablet because lord help me, typing these out on a tiny phone screen is not good for my hands! 😩

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You couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering inside of your belly as Poe Dameron--the Poe Dameron--leaned into your cockpit to point out the controls of your new X-Wing.

You had just been appointed to his squadron as a fledgling pilot. You had originally been a smuggler that the Resistance hired routinely, and apparently, a flight maneuver you performed in a dogfight with a few weequay pirates got Poe's attention.

If you could fly like that in an old hunk of clunk freighter, how would you do in something designed for finer maneuvers, for dogfights?

How good would your skills be against the First Order?

Your senses were currently buzzing as everything Poe invaded the cramped space. The smell of oxidized metal, or smoke and ozone from patching up hull breaches and walls to the base; the smell of sweat and cheap juice he'd downed before spotting you in the hangar and rushing over to offer his "expertise".

He wasn't looking at you, he was practically laying on you, actually; as he supported his weight on the console with one hand and pointing out the dials, buttons, levers and latches you'd need to memorize to control your new fighter.

His face had thin rivulets of sweat trickling down his gloriously almost-olive skin, his dark raven curls falling around his face, clumped with excess sweat. His suit was soaked too, the orange having dark stains from the moisture his body was sweating out thanks to the damned heat of this Force-forsaken planet.

But honestly, you sent a silent prayer to whomever was listening for the heat, because you hoped--like some foolish schoolgirl with a crush on a galaxy-famous athlete--that Poe would get sick of the heat and tear off the top half of his suit to cool his heated skin.

You were so absorbed in staring at him, that you had almost entirely forgot to listen to him. You only realized your brain lapsed when he turned his head to smile that trademark grin of his, wrapping up his last sentence.

"...and then that's the yoke, obviously. Don't need to tell you that. Got it?"

"Wh--oh! Y-yep! Got it, commander..." You cough awkwardly, four fingers fiddling pointlessly with the controls.

"Kay, theeeeen..." He smirked at you from the corner of his eyes as he turned back to your control panel. "...repeat everything I just told you. Y'know... So I know my impeccable lessons stuck."

"I, uh--well, uh. This is the..." You began to blubber out, trying to find something you did know and give a quick, half-assed explanation on what it did.

Poe barked out a hearty belly laugh, "Don't even bother, darlin'... If you were paying attention... You'd know that I squeaked in a line about me being the former Emperor of Kashyyyk. And, as handsome as I am, unfortunately, I feel ike the wookies might have an issue with me wanting to claim the throne. ...If they even got one."

Your face flushed with color and you buried your face into your hands, "Stars, I am so sorry. I-I really was trying to pay attention, I just..."

"Got lost in all this--" He leaned back to gesture to his messy, sweaty form. "--primal, god-like, drop-dead gorgeous attractiveness?"

From the bottom of his ladder, you could hear BB-8 tweet out a response that called Poe out. You swore you could make out "nerf-herder" and "Hutt's armpit" in-between his refuting whistles and beeps.

Poe leaned back on the ladder and frowned at his round companion, "Hey, you little womp-rat! I will have you know a lot of people find me handsome!"

BB-8 once again doubted that claim, your abilities once again picking out few choice words such as; "drunkards", "a blind quarren" and "brain-dead jawa".

You need to laugh at their bickering overpowered your embarrassed, darkened cheeks and you titter and snort at what little you could pick ou.

Poe looked at you with a playful scowl, "What're you giggling about?"

You cover your mouth and point down at BB, who tweeted as he spun in a circle.

Poe looked between you and BB, his jaw going slack as his amber eyes looked to the both of you in disbelief.

He finally looked back at you for a final time, pointing at you.

"You," He pointed down at BB-8. "Can understand him?"

You rub the back of your neck. "W-well sort of... I spent a lot of my childhood working in a droid repair shop, and--"

Poe clapped, whooping happily, "Oh, I knew I liked you! Finally, somebody else who can hear what this little metal butterball is shouting at me! You'd be surprised at how many people don't understand droids!"

He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "...Sometimes I think they're the lucky ones."

BB-8 twittered and shrieked a response, beeping rapidly in an irritated manner, making Poe laugh once again.

Finally, he leaned into the cockpit once more, winking at you.

"C'mon, darlin'... let's go over this again so the info soaks up into that pretty little brain o' yours. And if you do a good enough job on the pop quiz... maybe we can hit the local cantina!"

#🌙 answered #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #star wars

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jascurka · 1 year

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if you ever feel like it I would LOVE to see a little tutorial from you about how you paint. i am obsessed with your paintings!!!! I love your use of color and how you do do lighting and like your strokes and just!!! Everything!!! it’s so beautiful and I keep just finding myself staring at it and trying to absorb it into my brain. sosososo good. argh. anyway. if you have any tips that would be great cause i would love to learn to paint but im intimidated and I don’t know where to start haha

I hope this helps a little!!

[DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES]

I work in Clip Studio Paint but the layer settings are similar in various drawing programmes. I work on canvases around A4 format 300dpi.

I also recommend looking at the things that taught me a lot when I wanted to first get into digital painting:

This painting tutorial by @littleulvar Speedpaints (especially drawlloween) by Mirey's (also on deviantart)

#art tutorial #painting tutorial #digital art #artists on tumblr #how to paint #art tips #tutorial #digital painting #art #art process #honestly idk if im qualified to add these tags sjdfhsk #I made it unnecessarily long and there are typos and grammar mistakes but............. there is only so much i can do XD ok......#sorry for the watermark as well...........#my art #I also do have drawing speedpaints on my insta in the reels section but they are a little fast #if you need me to link you more tutorials hmu I do have a little collection

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keeperofthebees · 9 months

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do I have your attention? good

just realized I've not seen a single person say that Miguel has PTSD but Miguel abso-fucking-lutely has PTSD and I'm surprised more people haven't like noticed like it's so obvious

The traumatic event was. you know. his daughter dying in his arms as the entire universe crumbled around him. That's why Peter is so comfy with him, cause he saw that happen and knows "if that happened to me I wouldn't fare much better" and Miguel is his friend, first and foremost. Second, his boss. And third, a man with PTSD. that's less important to him because he likes Miguel and Miguel is not his trauma.

some symptoms of ptsd I'd like to point out specifically bc i think they apply:

avoidance of situations that bring back memories of the trauma (👀)

heightened reactions

agitation

irritability

hostility

hypervigilance

self-destructive behavior

social isolation

severe anxiety

mistrust

guilt

loneliness

emotional detachment

now I want you to look at these and the look at me and tell me Miguel doesn't have PTSD. look me in my face.

I have seen a lot of people calling Miguel a "monster" and an "asshole" and some other not nice things and i... guess I could... try and ignore the fact that he is a brown man with anger issues and PTSD being called a monster specifically by white fandom members. yes, he has fangs and claws. and if they're not calling him a monster, they're being horny about him. which is fine. except when it's the only goddamn thing I SEE IN THE TAG DO YOU GUYS SEE MEN OF COLOR AND JUST LOSE ALL SENSE OF CIVILITY COME ON.

Sorry. sorry.

I think it's been so long since the movie came out that people have absorbed the jokes and horny and lost the plot, you know?

cause the Miguel O'Hara tag is filled to the brim with x readers and hornyposting and people making fun of miguel for having PTSD so I just kinda miss critical thinking skills a little bit. I get the jokes. I understand them. but I feeeeeel like Miguel's actual character is getting lost in the sauce.

Yes, Miles is 15. But to Miguel, this 15 year old is trying to go back and kill 7 billion people. an entire multiverse. that's what he thinks. The needs of the many, right? Too many people have boiled it down to "Miguel hates Miles for not wanting his dad to die" which makes my autistic little brain sob.

yeah ok I care too much about a fictional guy whatever but he is not getting the justice he deserves from ANYONE in this goddamn house.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman atsv #atsv #atsv miguel #media analysis #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spider man 2099 #miguel 2099 #fandom criticism #long post

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reddpenn · 4 months

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came for the art, stayed for the rocks(and the art)

i was wondering and figured youd be the blog to ask, do you know how/why alexandrite changes color like that? i know i could look it up quite easily but my brain is not wanting to cooperate today

This optical effect is called the Alexandrite Effect!

Alexandrite’s chemical structure contains a metal called chromium. The atoms of chromium in alexandrite absorb yellow light. So when light hits the stone, only green, blue, and red wavelengths get bounced back to our eyes. Cutting out all the yellow has some interesting optical results, because it completely separates green and red light, putting them on different teams and making them fight to the death.

Sunlight and fluorescent light contain a lot more blues and greens than reds. So in that lighting the stone is sending way more blue and green light to your eyes, which overpowers the small amount of red light and makes the stone appear blue-green. The opposite is true in incandescent light or candlelight. Those light sources contain way more red light, which overpowers the blues and greens and makes the stone look red! In a mix of both lights you might see both colors existing separately, depending on which angle each light source is hitting the stone.

Something cool to note is that this only works because of how photoreceptors are set up in the human eye. Humans with normal color vision have only got like three types of cone cells, so from our perspective removing the yellow light creates a pretty drastic change in how we perceive a color! Shrimps though? I don’t know what alexandrite looks like to shrimps.

#talkin' bout rocks #rock collecting #does alexandrite have shrimp colors?#something to think about.

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gubbin-galoshes · 5 months

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Yesterday I arrived at a Christmas fundraiser event as a volunteer. There were parents and kids, carols and laughter, families dancing and talking in bright voices.

My back was to it all. I guarded the entry table, took money, explained the festivities, and watched them move on. Other volunteers came to talk with me, sat at the table two and three at a time, offered me cocoa and cookies and engaged me in bright conversation while the room reverberated with noise and more families came in and waited expectantly at my table.

Four hours later, I felt like I was going to pass out, but I had two more hours to go. By the time I got home after dark, I was shaking. I felt like my brain had been sucked out with a straw, leaving a rattling ringing in my ears.

This morning, after running tech for the UU service, everyone got up and started talking at once but I couldn't understand them because there was a crashing ocean noise in my skull that rumbled painfully in my ears every time someone made a sound. I had to get out. I picked up my bag, said goodbye, and ran.

For the past few years-- since joining this community and since becoming a manager at work, since I've started running meetings and supervising people and being asked to give every moment of my time to solving other people's personal problems or to noisy, bright, confusing events --I've forced myself to try and be normal.

Normal is taking everything I have, so I keep my abnormalities to myself: my fanfiction, my kids' shows, my fantasy novels, my podcasts, the tent I sleep in every night because it's the only thing that makes me feel safe. These things are secret because they're mine and mine alone. I can't let normal take them, too.

One of those secret things is Hilda.

I adore this show so incredibly much. I feel like it was written just for me: the folklore, the woods, the low-stakes adventures, the knowledge that everything will be okay in the end. This is the world I always wanted. It's the story that I always wanted to write. Even now, its gentle lessons on how to be a good person and how to be a good friend are morals I needed to hear. And I tried applying those lessons: be adventurous, invite others to explore with you, say what's on your mind, ask questions, knock on doors, help where help is needed, engage fully in every conversation, spend all your time with other people, leap first and look later, be loud, and contribute to the noise and color and light. Do all these things and everyone will love you. Keep doing it, even if it hurts. You'll adjust. You'll become resilient. And you'll be happy and you'll make everyone else happy.

But then. Now. There's Louise.

This is me. I'm so quiet that no one sees me, no one knows my name, and when I make a sound people jump. In my overwhelmed and frustrated state, after trying so hard to be like everyone else, this three-second scene made me cry with relief.

I'd been so focused on turning myself into the person that everyone else needed that I'd forgotten who I am. Louise reminded me. As the episode went on, I remembered how I used to quietly and calmly observe. How I would absorb and analyze and only speak when I'd built up something to say.

But most importantly-- the thing that reached into my soul and ripped it out --was the fact that Louise is comfortable in who she is. By the end of the show, her quiet observation is her strength. She's strong and confident, not timid and shy. She can be accepted warmly as a good friend even if she isn't as loud as everyone else. Her character arc is not to overcome her quietness. Being quiet is a part of her personality, and she's loved and accepted for who she is.

And that? I don't remember seeing that.

Ever.

Only a couple weeks ago I sat in a roomful of people and told them I was grateful to them for teaching me how to be more outgoing while, at the same time, the raging ocean waves of protest crashed in my ears. Just push through it, I'd thought. The more you force yourself to be extroverted, the easier it will become. But what if it was okay to be myself?

I haven't watched past this introductory episode, but this kids' show is washing away my existential crisis and I love it so, so much.

#journal #hilda netflix #introvert

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