#and also i wanted to practice coloring more heh
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Hey hey, coming in with a Natasha request, one where they head on over to Nat’s fam for the weekend. As they’re having a nice time, ofc reader can’t resist & flaunt over her gf and they have a quickie in the bathroom, thanks ;) 💕 oh and I’m claiming this heh -> 🌻 anon
Meeting the Family
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Words: 4.8k+
Genre: Smut & Fluff
Summary: Nat can't resist how cute and nervous you are as you introduce to her to your parents and show her where you grew up. When you're finally alone, she just can't keep her hands off you anymore...
Warnings: fingering (r receiving); degradation kink; name calling; bathroom sex; top!Nat, bottom!r; finger sucking
A/N: Finally I do a Nat fic! And more fics are to come now that finals are over.
(gif not mine, credit to the creator mentioned above!)
It was finally happening. You and Natasha had been dating for over eight months now and it was finally the time. Your parents had heard everything about her over the phone and she had heard all about them. Of course, it was only natural for each of them to want to meet the other. So, when Nat had a long weekend available, she came up with the brilliant– or in your opinion, a somewhat terrifying idea to drive three hours so she can meet your family. And your parents, being the nosy and also hospitable parents that they were, eagerly agreed.
The three hour drive felt like it went by way too fast for your liking. Usually, you hate the drive to visit your parents; never being one who enjoys long car rides. However, on this particular trip, you wanted time to slow down. You were so nervous for the three of them to meet. It wasn’t that you weren’t ready for it to happen– In a way you definitely were. You knew how serious your feelings for Nat were and how hers were mutual. It wasn’t that you felt rushed, it was just a first for you. Throughout highschool and college you successfully avoided bringing partners home for your parents to meet. To be fair, none of them were very serious until Nat, but even on the few occasions that your relationships lasted more than three or four months, you still refused to bring them around to meet your parents.
Natasha was different though. You were very aware that this needed to happen at some point, especially when you and Nat already expressed how deeply in love you both were. She was pretty convinced you two would get married at some point in the near future. Perhaps that thought would’ve terrified you if it were anyone else, but when she said it, it just sounded right. So then naturally she needed to meet your parents before any of that could happen. Preferably before the inevitable day you two move in together and you’re wearing an engagement ring.
When you knew your parents’ house was a mere ten minutes away, you could feel your whole body jitter with nerves. It wasn’t that your parents were difficult or that you were worried about Nat’s behavior. It’s just that you didn’t know how to act in this situation. Plus, throughout the years, your parents could be a bit particular about certain things when it came to their children.
Nat, on the other hand, was just exhibiting pure excitement. As she drove with the guidance of the GPS, she kept her eyes glued to the road with a soft smile on her face the whole time. When the two of you were approaching the house, her smile only grew as your nerves only worsened.
Her eyes took in every single sight as she drove through your hometown and all the way up to your family’s driveway. She looked at the house with appreciation, mentioning how she liked the colors and the nicely kept garden your parents had. You just kept replying with quiet mhms and nods as she kept talking. Her eyes flicked to you once and she knew you were internally freaking out. She could practically feel your anxiety radiate off of you throughout the whole car ride.
It was very clear that you were in no hurry to leave the car when she finally parked right in front of your parents’ house. Natasha took initiative when she turned the car off and hopped out and over to your side to get the door for you. Ever the caring and considerate girlfriend that she was, she immediately offered you a hand and, even if you didn’t need help, she carefully helped you to your feet.
Her arms remained around you as you took a few deep breaths. “We got this,” you breathed. “You have nothing to be worried about.”
“I’m not worried,” Natasha let out a soft laugh, her hand reaching up to press against your cheek. “You shouldn’t be so nervous either.”
“I know, I know,” you sighed, taking a step back from Natasha’s touch. “It’s just that I’ve never taken anyone to meet my whole family before.”
“And what? You’re afraid they won’t like me?”
“No, no it’s not exactly that.” Your eyes fell to your feet, kicking at a little rock on the driveway as you tried to shove your nerves down. “They’re just protective and a little bit paranoid about things.”
“Paranoid?” Nat cocked her head and looked at you with genuine curiosity.
“Yeah,” you gave Nat an apologetic smile. “You know, that anyone I date is just dating me for the wrong reasons. Kind of… I guess, old school.”
“But they’re okay that you’re bringing home another woman?” Nat crossed her arms over her chest and you could tell she was getting slightly defensive.
“Oh gosh, it’s not that!” You immediately corrected.”They’re fine with that part.”
“So…” Nat was wracking her brain trying to figure out what you meant. “Are they worried I’ll… I don’t know– corrupt you?”
“Yes, yeah!” Even though that ship sailed a long time ago, especially with Nat, your parents really didn’t need to know that. You were fine with them being blissfully ignorant, thinking their little girl is still, well, their perfectly untouched little girl.
“Don’t worry,” Nat smirked. “I can keep my hands to myself at the dinner table.” She gave you a wink and reached for you again. For a moment, she wrapped her arms around your whole body. Both hands landed right on your ass for a brief, tight squeeze before she stepped back, turned around, walked on ahead towards the door. You didn’t really love the way she emphasized at the dinner table but you were too distracted by the way your ass now stung from her hand.
“Nat!” You practically shrieked. She just laughed in response and you scurried along behind her. This was sure to be a long and nerve-wracking dinner.
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You were so incredibly wrong about the dinner. Your parents welcomed Nat with open arms. It was tense for about two minutes, but then she cracked the biggest dad joke and suddenly your own father was sold on her. Then when you watched as Nat bounced around the kitchen and dining room, helping your mother out with anything that needed to be taken care of to get ready for dinner, you realized she was sold too. Honestly, Nat did way more to help cook for dinner than you ever did when you lived at home. You weren’t one to cook, but Nat knew a thing or two and she wasn’t afraid to show it when your parents were putting the final touches on the meal.
When you all sat down for dinner, your anxiety was still running high, but everyone else seemed so relaxed. Both of your parents were impressed with Natasha and the stories she told. Although, you knew she was leaving out some major, violent details and also probably skipping over parts that she probably legally couldn’t share. Still, your parents were interested in every word. And of course, Nat being Nat, she had to poke around for embarrassing stories they could tell about your childhood. Unfortunately, they delivered. She laughed with them when they told about the time you got stuck in a tree and the month where you refused to wear anything other than a Princess Peach costume, even to school. When your face flushed, the three of them joined in with light teasing. You’d be a little angry if it wasn’t for Nat’s comforting hand squeezing your knee as she laughed or the bright smile she flashed at you when she learned more and more new little facts about you. Sure, you were a little embarrassed, but it just meant she owed you an awkward story or two for later.
As dinner wrapped up, you began to clean up. It was always your thing when you lived with your parents. Since you couldn’t cook, you’d clean, but Nat was quick to swoop up the dishes in your hands and help. You didn’t miss the way your parents’ eyes shined with approval as they watched the care and kindness Natasha showed you and the gratitude she showed them for letting the both of you stay for the weekend. On multiple occasions during the dinner, Nat would complement their home and thank them for having the both of you. She remained incredibly respectful and relaxed at the same time. Nothing felt forced, nothing felt tense. It was as if they had known her for years.
When you were both in the kitchen cleaning up, you finally realized most of your anxiety had dissipated. Natasha was by the sink, smiling to herself as she cleaned dishes and you were sharing that same smile as you dried and put away the things she handed to you. Both of your parents hovered around the kitchen; your mother constantly thanking Natasha and insisting she was the guest and it should just be you and your parents taking care of everything. Natasha would just chuckle and promise that she was more than happy to clean up. After all, it was her way of showing how much she appreciated the meal and the hospitality.
After the dining room and kitchen were cleaned up, your parents insisted on you showing her the entire house. She had only seen a few rooms so far and didn’t even have much time to check out your childhood bedroom. That was partially on purpose on your part. You knew she’d see it soon, but you were nervous so you thought pushing that moment off would be better. In some ways it worked since you were no longer as anxious, but you still sat with some of that anxiety throughout dinner.
Now, however, you were trying to be the best tour guide you could be as you took her all across the house. You even stepped out on the back porch with her to show her the rest of your parents’ garden. She wore this enchanting smile the whole time you showed her around. Her eyes would flick to certain things and she’d give you an “mhm” or an “oh really?” but for the most part, her attention was glued to you. As you stood outside and pointed out all the flowers that your family was growing, Nat was quick to come behind you and wrap her arms around your waist.
When her lips pressed against your neck as you looked out over the small garden, you couldn’t help the small shiver that her action caused. You wondered if she noticed that reaction, but when you felt her arms tighten on your waist almost immediately, causing your body to press harder into hers, that was a clear enough indication that she had. But even if she did, she didn’t continue to kiss your neck, instead she rested her chin on your shoulder. With your cheek pressed against hers as she rested on you, you both let out a content sigh as you watched the sun go down over your family’s garden. It was a perfect moment. Even if you had the slightest suspicion Nat had things less innocent on her mind, she had proved you wrong by the calm and gentle moment you two were sharing.
After a few moments of just appreciating each other’s presence, it was back to the house tour. This time, you were on to the second floor of the house and getting closer and closer to your bedroom. You figured you’d save that for last as you dragged Nat around, showing her your parents offices and explaining what they both did for work. Nat kept nodding along, pretending to look thoughtfully around the room before letting her eyes wander back to you. As you pulled her even closer to your room, you decided to stall just a little bit more. When she stepped in, you practically dragged her to the connected bathroom. Anything to postpone to the acknowledgement of your large teddy bear collection and the awkward highschool photos decorating the walls.
“And this…” You said as you pushed her further into the bathroom, “is my bathroom. So if you need anything, medicine, a shower, or whatever. At least we don’t have to share it with my parents.”
“Mhm,” Nat looked around at the soft pink decor of your bathroom. Her eyebrow arching as she took in all the pastel colors. In your teens and all the way up to your very early 20s, you had an obsession with pastels. It definitely wasn’t Nat’s vibe. As she kept looking around the bathroom, you wondered how much she disliked it. You couldn’t imagine her reaction when she finally got a good look at your room and realized the pastel pinks, yellows, and blues didn’t just stop at the bathroom.
“And your parents' room is all the way on the other side of the house?” She turned around and asked you.
“Um, yeah. Well, on the same floor, but still the other side.” You were looking at her with curiosity now. She was starting to reach around you towards the door. Her body was fully pressed to yours as her hand made contact with the doorknob.
“Good,” she mumbled more to herself than to you as you heard the door shut behind you. Nat’s other hand was around your waist now and you just kept searching her face for an indication of what she was planning. But the moment she leaned in for a kiss, things clicked. This was not like the innocent, quick kiss you shared on the porch a few minutes ago. It was slow, but there was heat behind it. Hunger even.
For a second you gave in to the kiss. Your body melted into Nat’s as the hand she used to close the door came up to tangle in your hair. The way her tongue felt as it ran against your lips so gently was almost enough to make you lose yourself. But then, as your hand reached out to steady itself on the bathroom counter, you remembered where you were.
“Nat,” you tried to pull away from the kiss. “We’re not going to fuck in my childhood bathroom.” Maybe that was a bit presumptuous, but you knew Nat and you could tell quite quickly what kind of mood she was in when she kissed you like that. Plus, her hand started wandering down towards your ass and that’s usually a pretty good hint at where she hoped things would head.
“Why not?” You immediately saw the pout on Nat’s face. “We’re going to fuck in your childhood bedroom tonight, so what’s the difference?”
“Oh we are?” You pushed back from Nat slightly, enough to untangle yourself from her at least a little bit. Nat still was in your personal space though.
Nat arched her eyebrow and gave you the look she often gave you when she was not buying the excuses you were saying. “Come on,” She chuckled. “We both know how you get.”
“How I get?” You huffed as you turned away from her. She had got your shirt all out of sorts just from being pressed against you. Your eyes were focused on fixing yourself so your parents had no suspicions that you were just making out with your girlfriend in your bathroom. Nat’s were focused on you too, but for entirely different reasons.
“Mhm,” Nat smirked at you from behind. “How you get.” Her hands came to rest on either side of you, effectively pinning you to the counter. Her body pressed up against you, but still you tried to keep a poker face.
“And exactly how,” you kept your eyes glued to your own appearance in the mirror, trying your best to ignore Nat’s intense gaze, “do I get?”
Her hand moved up your neck until it reached your chin. She cupped it in one hand and tugged your face until you were looking straight ahead to lock eyes with her in the mirror. “You become a needy little slut, begging for me to fuck you.”
Your face instantly flushed and all words of protest you were thinking of throwing her way died at the tip of your tongue. You looked at her with wide eyes, as if you were a deer in headlights and she looked back at you with hooded eyes. She wasn’t wrong. She absolutely was not wrong. But who could blame you? Anytime Natasha slid into bed next to you, her strong arms pulling you into her, it just got you going… Just thinking about it made you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, you were already wet. Hopefully, Nat didn’t notice the slight movement.
But of course, she absolutely did. A crooked smirk spread across her face and her hand tightened its grip on your chin. “That’s what I thought.” Her voice was low as it whispered in your ear. “Now, are you going to let me fuck you like we both know you want?”
You didn’t say anything. All you could do was bite your lip and nod shyly as Natasha’s other hand made its way up the front of your shirt.
“That’s my good girl,” Nat purred in your ear as her hand made its way under your bra. She cupped your breast in her hand and gave a squeeze, causing you to instantly grip the bathroom counter.
“I’ve barely touched you and you already look like you’re struggling,” she teased.
“Shut up,” you shot back. You tried to make it sound demanding, but really it fell from your lips like a pathetic whine the minute you felt her roll your nipple between her fingers.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say to your guest,” her body pressed harder against yours as she spoke, “now is it?” Suddenly, you realized you were practically bent forward, trying your best to hold yourself up on the bathroom counter.
Nat’s other hand was making its way down your body to the front of your jeans. When you heard your zipper being tugged down, you couldn’t help but gulp. How are you going to manage to be quiet when you were already so worked up just by the way she was handling you? You felt like you should be more concerned about that, especially with your parents downstairs. But as you felt Nat’s hand go straight into your panties, any concerns you had went right out the window.
Her fingers brushed against your clit and you couldn’t help the full body shudder that she definitely noticed. A chuckle came from behind you and when your eyes flicked up to meet hers in the mirror you realized she was enjoying every single second of your internal struggle with control. The thing is, you already are too far gone to stop her from having her way with you and, honestly, you don’t really give a fuck.
When her fingers began to move against your clit your eyes fluttered closed and you couldn’t help the slight twitch of your hips. As her fingers kept moving you couldn’t even stop the ever-so-slight rock of your body against her hand. You didn’t need to look back at her to know that her eyes were trained on your slightest reaction. Even if your eyes were now squeezed shut as she picked up the pace against your clit, you could feel her gaze locked on you.
Your hands were grabbing harder at the bathroom counter now. Her body kept pressing harder and harder against you as her fingers circled your clit faster. At this point, you were biting at your lip pretty hard, trying to keep whatever sounds were threatening to come out at bay. It was a struggle though. Nat was now starting to tease you, moving her fingers from your clit to circle your entrance. You wanted nothing more to feel them fill you.
What you didn’t realize was, as you tried to move yourself lower to take in her fingers, you let out a pathetically loud whine. “Shh, shh, shh” she teased as her fingers kept moving away from where you wanted them most. “If you’re so worried about your parents finding out, you might not want to make so much noise.”
She didn’t seem at all concerned about the sounds you could make and what your parents could hear as she kept teasing you. Her tone was way too teasing and sarcastic for your liking, yet it still turned you on even more. Your eyes opened again and you met her with a frustrated look. One of which, she just chuckled at again as her other hand went back to palming at your nipples. Finally, after one more satisfied look at the way your body was bent over the counter with hers pressed against your ass, she leaned down to press a kiss to the back of your neck before sliding two fingers in.
With a low groan you took her fingers in, instantly feeling them hit the spot that she knew you loved. You took a deep breath as she pushed them up to her knuckles inside you, trying to adjust to the feeling of your pussy being filled before she began to move. Something told you she was going to make it as hard as possible for you to stay quiet, which meant she wasn’t going to be very gentle. Not that you didn’t love it. When she was rough it drove you wild.
Her fingers slid out almost completely and there was a pause as her eyes flicked to your face. Your cheeks were flushed and your mouth was already slightly open, letting out small whines and sighs. Then, without warning, she pushed her fingers back in with so much force you were pushed even further over the bathroom counter.
“Oh fuck!” You couldn’t stop yourself from crying out as she set a brutal pace, pumping her fingers in harder and harder. You felt her whole body rock against you from behind and your head was now falling forward as you did your best to brace yourself against the sink.
Nat’s hand left from under your shirt and up to your lips. She pressed against them with slight pressure and you instantly knew what she wanted. Opening your mouth for them to slip in, she groaned as she felt your tongue run against them. “Suck,” she growled from behind as her fingers kept pumping into you. You instantly obeyed, moaning around the fingers now filling your mouth.
“Look at you,” Natasha taunted. “Letting me fuck you like this while your family is just downstairs.” She gave a particular hard pump of her fingers.
“Mmphf!” You let out a muffled moan around the two fingers that remained in your mouth.
“You’re such a dirty girl,” she said with a sadistic grin. “Letting me fill your mouth and your pussy. God, I love it.”
Her fingers curled inside you and all you could do was tighten your grip on the counter and keep sucking on her fingers. The way she was fucking you and the words she was whispering in your ear from behind were getting to you. Your legs shook as she kept pumping into you.
Finally, she removed her fingers from your mouth and your head immediately fell. You were panting at this point as she fucked her fingers in and out of you with a strength that had you struggling to stay upright.
The fingers that were once in your mouth moved under your chin and pushed your head to look back up. “Don’t look away,” Nat ordered. “I want you to watch yourself as I fuck you.” Your eyes moved to hers first and you realized they were glued to the way her fingers were currently pumping in and out of you. Then you took a peek at your own reflection and took in the sight before you. You looked utterly ruined by her. Your face was flushed, your lips were slightly swollen from the way she had kissed you, and your hair was badly disheveled now. On top of that, now that your pants and panties had fallen down to your ankles, when you looked back down at the way Nat’s fingers were fucking you, you could see the glisten of your own wetness on your thighs and even dripping down her wrist. Yeah, it was going to take a minute to get cleaned up from this. But when Natasha pushed in a third finger all worries about that left your mind and you were now just focused on staying quiet. You were failing miserably.
“Shhh,” Natash cooed. “You don’t want your family to find out what you’re doing, do you?”
You shook your head, but your mouth hung open as you shook from the sheer pleasure of it all. Her fingers were stretching you deliciously and you were getting closer and closer to that edge. Being quiet was not an easy thing to do.
Nat’s hand flew to your mouth when she knew it was getting too hard for you. Her hand muffled the pitiful moans that were now freely falling from your lips as you got closer and closer to an orgasm. Despite the fact that you probably weren’t being as quiet as you should be, she kept going, knowing by how tight you were around her fingers that it was any minute now. After just a few more seconds she finally felt you cum, making a mess of her hand.
Her hand finally left your mouth when she felt your whole body slump forward onto the sink. She pulled her fingers out of you as slowly and gently as possible and all you could do was shiver as you felt them pull away. You were panting and gasping, trying to catch your breath. Nat put a loving hand on your back, rubbing it gently as she too tried to take a few deep breaths. She could’ve kept going and the urge to was incredibly strong. Seeing you bent over against the sink, your ass pressed against her as she fucked you made her want to keep going until you couldn’t stand. The only thing stopping her was that she thought maybe this wasn’t the setting to completely ruin the daughter of her gracious hosts.
Instead, she gently urged you to turn around, only to capture your lips in a slow, yet still deep kiss. Her tongue immediately sought out yours and you whimpered against her lips, still wishing to feel her inside you again. But you also thought that maybe this wasn’t the best time to keep begging for your girlfriend to fuck you senseless. Definitely not at your parents place.
When she broke the kiss, her forehead pressed against yours and you both seemed to calm down just a little bit. Your body still felt worked up and Natasha still had the strong urge to keep making you make those sounds she loved so much, but you both resisted. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” she whispered and you nodded in reply.
After a few minutes of more calming deep breathing and a few moments where you thought you might give in to the hungry looks Nat was still giving you, you both managed to get yourselves together. Your parents were probably curious to see how Nat was settling in and you definitely didn’t want them to suspect that your girlfriend just fucked you in the bathroom.
One thing about this whole trip, you definitely won’t be looking at your childhood bathroom, or bedroom for what was to come later that night, the same way…
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‘ IT'S A MATCH: LAST FRIDAY NIGHT ! ,
profile. girl, matching with your best friend on tinder is pretty awkward. hooking up with him, even more awkward. wanna know what’s even worse though? saying that word—i love you.
wc 4.9k
warnings. fem! reader, modern au, humor, size kink, mutual pining, loser boy gojo, unprotected, cheesy pick up lines, praise, touch starved satoru, cunnìlingus, overstim, créampie, i felt silly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
an. old old draft ;') based on the song last friday night. damn!
“mannn i’m so cooked,” gojo murmurs to himself, pacing back and forth. he’s dragging his feet against the silkened strands of the carpet before a soft pout spreads across his lips. “she left me on delivered for seven minutes…… seven.”
to be fair, in actuality you did. only because you were occupied with doing your hair. gojo being gojo was freaking out, thinking you were probably uninterested. albeit, once you finally did reply, his heart nearly fell out of his chest.
‘how does 7 pm sound?’
‘soid@:$:@) good’
‘um what?’
gojo mentally smacks his forehead, stupidly mashing on his keyboard, barely even letting a second go by once you responded. he was way too eager, he intakes a sharp breath before smiling — replying with a cheesy thumbs up.
he had the dumbest grin plastered on his face. after his best friend, you, advising him to give dating apps a try, he actually does. gojo matched with a lot of women not even minutes after installing the app onto his phone. how coincidental that the main person who caught his attention was you, the both of you matched and he made sure to text you first.
who knew though. that you’d be matching with the one and only satoru gojo. definitely not you, and of course, not him.
despite what everyone said, gojo was a bit of a womanizer, sure. but he was also a huge hopeless romantic.
he started fooling around on dating sites . . not looking for love necessarily but mainly to pass time. you mentioned it to him and he decided to give it a try.
pretty soon, time flew by quick. with a quick snap, it was just about to hit six o’clock pm.
gojo threw on grey sweats and ruffled up his hair a bit. he couldn’t lie to himself, first date and he felt a bit nervous. who was he kidding though, you told him to come to your apartment.
probably wouldn’t end up being a date, but still.
he read through your bio about three times, and your personality stood out to him.
you and him surprisingly had the same interests in lots of things, you loved sweets, and loathed scary movies. “…she’s so perfect,” he’d utter to himself, just imagining the sound of your sweet voice.
gojo abruptly snaps out of his thoughts—he didn’t want be too late, so with a quickness, he starts to make his way to your house.
with hands buried in his pockets, he gives a few hard knocks on the front of your door. about approximately nine seconds later, you open the door and his maw instantly drops. “y-you?”
“hey, y—satoru?” you mimicked the same reactions
the silence was practically deadly.
the two of you stared at each other for what seemed like centuries before you furrow your eyebrows. “satoru,” you mumble, bringing a hand towards your face to rub your forehead. “…you matched with me on purpose, didn’t you?”
“wha— noooo!” he protests, a cute pout tugging against the corners of his lips. he obviously did. you eyed him from head to toe. whilst his hands were buried into his pockets, you could tell that you made him a bit nervous. a light tint of color started to flush against his cheeks before he pulls on his sweater. “heh, is it gettin' hot in here or is it just me.”
“oh my god,” you suddenly spoke. “no wonder you didn’t have a profile picture,” and then you give him an abrupt glare. “satoru. why’d you even use the kfc logo as a profile picture anyway? idiot.”
“oh— it’s a long story.”
you deadpan, mentally face palming yourself.
gojo takes a good look at you, and he’s got a sudden sheepish grin. “woah,” he utters, and his eyes linger for a long time. he’s never seen you dress in such a formal pretty way. he felt a sudden heat rush to both sides of his face before without thinking, he murmurs. “you look kinda hot.”
“kinda? now i’m offended.” you scoff, tugging on your fishnets.
“all you’re getting from me,” he fake pouts. he then comes closer, closer . . all until he’s just inches apart.
one look at your dress and he just wanted to rip it off. you and him were so attached to the hip, he’s never expected to see you in this kind of light. if you were being honest, his gaze that ran against your entire figure made you a bit nervous.
throughout your long term friendship with gojo, he was known to be flirty every now and then. you figured that was just his personality but perhaps he started to view you different. “so,” he shrugs, bending down to your level as a way of mockery, “is this the part where we hook up?”
“well technically, yeah—” and you look right into his eyes.
he was just undressing you with eyes practically, cerulean bright irises roaming down your body before he hums. “…..oh,” and he awkwardly scratches his head. “so do i make the first move or—”
“you’re such an idiot. just kiss me, ‘toru.”
he snickers, and after what seemed like forever, gojo leans in for a kiss.
he was so pretty, he didn’t even have to try. long fluttering lashes that matched his snowy white strands flap closed. gojo tasted sweet, the moment his lips went against yours, you sink into his embrace. he was surprisingly a good kisser, not that you ever kissed your best friend or anything—but for some reason, it felt so warm.
so natural…
your heart, it starts to pick up a bit and your arms wrap around his broad shoulders.
gojo let off a soft grunt, your sweet aromatic perfume wafts right into his flared up nostrils. you shiver a bit, feeling his hands slowly drag up your body. minty, a good way to describe the brief taste that loiters on his breath. he was always chewing peppermint—an unserious guy with a sweet tooth, although this time maybe his sweet tooth was for you instead of casual sweets.
the kiss was passionate, you almost forgot you were literally making out with your best friend.
you did dream a bit about this moment, him holding you all close with his lips mashed against yours. his hand continue to wander, such big hands compared to yours. you slide your tongue against his before parting your lips just a bit further.
“….mhm,” he’d huff out in a muffled groan, and he made sure to focus his hands near your hips. his fingers brush against the thin fabric of your dress before he gives it a hasty yank.
steamy breaths collide against each other whilst each second passes—eventually, gojo’s leading you toward your bedroom.
no bother in asking you where everything was since he technically knew the layout of your house like the back of his hand. “wanted to do this for so long,” he finally speaks in shortened breaths—he’s panting, and you let off a soft gasp once he lifts you up. instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and he slyly smiles. “you should really clean this place,” he murmurs, walking casually with you in his arms. “oh right, you can’t because you’re always at my house.”
“the point of hooking up is to not talk, satoru.”
“well excuse me,” he dramatically rolls his eyes.
at first you were a bit shy coming to the bitter realization that you ended up matching with gojo by pure luck. by now, things weren’t even that awkward—or at least awkward yet…
you didn’t wanna jinx it though, he leads you towards your bed before you plop down on your hands. you sit down, staring up at him and he starts to pull up his grey sweatshirt. you watch intensely, his abs peeking as he yanked it off before you spot a glance of his dark blue boxers hiding above his sweatpants.
so attractive . . .
you’ve seen gojo shirtless countless times but never completely nude. just imagining him, his glistening body presenting itself right in front of you… phew.
you intake a breath, mentally preparing yourself.
“awh,” he sneers, and you’re so secluded into your erotic thoughts that you don’t even realize he’s practically half naked now. all that was left was his wan-colored sweatpants. he was a tease, your eyes fixate towards his ripped chest—his abs, they were sublimely sculpted and chiseled.
sharp.
you felt like if you ran a finger down his perfectly structured v-line, you’d get a paper cut. his six pack flexed and you had to squeeze your legs shut. it was no surprise gojo had a daily work out routine. he’d even try to drag you to come with him sometimes. majority of the time, that’d go to no avail though. “enjoying the show, yeahhh?”
“shut up.” you grouse with a swift eye roll.
a smug grin curls up against his pink lips before he grabs your hand. “wanna feel me?” and you’re confused by what he wants you to feel until he makes you slowly slide your hand down his clenched pecs. you peer up at him, his body feels so warm— it was brick hard, exactly how you thought. your fingers continued to run down his ripped modeled chest before feeling against a scar. “cute fingers,” he teases, making it trail lower and lower until you spot his happy trail that was just about poking above from the very hem of his boxers. “you should pull them off of me.”
“fine,” you mutter with a puffy blow, bringing both hands towards his lower half. gojo stares, watching you pull down his sweatpants— then his briefs. you made sure to take your time, tugging on the stretchy aqua-blue fabric before within seconds, his length springs out. “you weren’t lying.”
“hm?” he says, watching your eyes continue to wander — he was definitely big, your memory suddenly refreshes of the pictures you exchanged with him, and the carpets very much did match the drapes. his shaft was . . turgid, at least the tip was. it was a pretty flashing pink, smeared with a few droplets of his own pre-cum. gojo was well trimmed, but had a few left over white specks scattered all across his base. he even had a cute mole down near the very edge of his length. specks of white hairs near his happy trail decorated his body, it was attractive. he had a left curve too, it was quite noticeable—a strikingly long vein that pulses at the sight of you, running down the very middle part of his dick and you merely moan.
as you move yourself closer, he’s stood standing while you’re sat on the bed and your glossy lips give his swollen tip a few chaste kisses.
“damnnnn,” he pants, feeling his cock twitch from the way your lips made instant contact with his tip.
the more you stared at his length from your peripherals—the more you observed its color. it had a rich rosy tan. slightly—still the same pinkish color with a brief tapered ridge. he was hefty, there was no question. inch after inch, he stood tall right in front of you. gojo claws a hand into your hair softly before sucking in his breath. “baby wait, i wanna do everything. ‘m already hard.”
you hum, amused—giving his frenulum a subtle lick before backing away, jibing out a, “oh really?” and then once he makes you lie back against the bed, you sit up with a sly grin. “do you even know how to eat pussy? and i’m not just talking about from your 'experience' from reddit or twit—”
“girl shut up,” his tone pitches an octave and it’s quite funny.
always sassy—you watch as gojo strum his fingers against your dress, taking his precious time to lift it up before feeling against your thighs. so soft, he’s always wanted to feel you—especially right here, take in every part of your curves, your gorgeous physique. his lips form into a cute scowl as he pulls you closer towards him. “i know what i’m doing.”
“yeah you do.” you sing along, and he shoots you a pout. you loved the banter between the two of you, toying along with him—he always made it so easy. it doesn’t take long before he starts peeling off your fishnets with his teeth, it was so dirty. you felt yourself throb a bit, edges of his teeth softly pricking against your skin as he yanks the thin nylon material made fishnets that stuck against your thighs.
your back lies flat against the bed and you intake a single breath. gojo rubs a hand against your tummy, you quaver a bit simply from his touch. he’s keeping eye contact the entire time too, irises never looking away for a split second—he mimics the same motion, peeling your panties off with his pearly canines.
it’s lewd, he doesn’t even pull them off all the way. instead, he just leaves it on you but has it rolled down to your thighs. “lotta back talk for a girl this soaked, to be honest.”
“ . . . . ”
you don’t reply, and he chuckles to himself. he finds your lack of an answer quite cute.
gojo stares between your parted thighs and your lips were all stretched—glistening with a sheet coat of your sweet arousal.
“so pretty,” he coos in a low voice, and you watch as he leans in—pressing a soft kiss against your entrance. immediately, his lips gets all shimmery from your own wetness and it’s hot. gojo purposely runs his tongue against his lips because he knows you’re staring directly at him. “my best friend tastes soooo sweet.”
“quit talking, ‘toru.” you moan and you don’t realize how your voice is becoming more and more shaky by the second.
“fine. fiiiiine, can’t have shit,” he grumbles playfully.
you stare as he prods two lengthy fingers against your slit. with a gulp, you prepare yourself. he gradually starts to insert two fingers inside, curling them up whilst it adapts to your warm walls and his arm shakes. “oooooh,” he whispers in a mere raspy voice. sweetened squelchy squelches came from your cunt and it was so loud it rang throughout your ears like church bells on a wedding day. “she’s quite— the talker, huhh.” he continues, and that’s right when he places his lips against your folds.
you swallow, feeling your back immensely arch from his hot lips.
gojo’s tongue swipes against your pussy. the middle part of his tongue skims down and it feels so good, he’s slow at first. he knows the exact direction to go and your toes curl. a free hand of his slides near your pubic mound, applying just the right amount of pressure—he does this so you can quickly feel your sweet g-spot. you do, and a gasp leaves your lips, it’s mindblowing.
already, he made you feel your forbidden g-spot.
you didn’t even know gojo—your dumb best friend had this kind of experience. as his palm presses down against the particular spot, his other hand is still occupied. lengthy fingers curl all throughout your walls, reaching every spot by prodding with just the right amount of deepness.
“f-fuckkk,” you whine, and suddenly your nerves make you shift your attention back towards his slick tongue. as his tongue was lolled out, a pretty clean pinkish tongue. he slithers it by using the back of his tongue, merely copying a sort of vacuuming type technique. the sounds that ran out his mouth was so filthy, your thighs start to twitch profusely and your hands found its way into his hair.
“s—satoruuu.” you’d babble and its only been a few minutes. a few long minutes, your squirming was cute to him. you tried focusing on your breathing patterns but that was no use. your mind went blank, empty like a canvas.
“mhm,” he groans, feeling himself get hard simply from your pitchy moans that reverberate and bounce across the thin walls. his fingers still went in and out of your cunt at a decent thrusting pace. the way you easily swallowed his two digits was just perfect, it didn’t take long at all for him to find your clit. “there she isssss,” he hisses cheekily, changing up his tongue strokes just a bit. it felt so good, heavenly. the way he drags it against your pussy. your jaw hung open with only sweetened sobs and whimpers leaving right past your spit-glossed lips.
whilst he’s rummaging through your vulva, he occasionally breaks away to spit right onto your cunt. it was no surprised gojo satoru was a messy man. he couldn’t help it, he’s fantasized about this exact scenario maybe once or twice. as his saliva trickles between your slit, he grunts as he watches. just all sopping wet just for him. he blows against your entrance just to make you squirm even more.
with his fingers still buried into your cunt, he does the ‘come here’ motion—a simplistically erotic motion where he uses not one but both index and his middle finger to flick back and forth inside of you. right there, oh you could have came.
“o-oh my goddd,” you whimper, his warm breath colliding against your arousal. “i-i’m close, satoru. think ‘m getting close.”
“aw,” he purrs in a sweet tone, using the flat of his tongue to lap up against your clit even further. you’re so soaked—his chin starts to drip with your slick and it’s so attractive. he pulls himself back to grin at you, a dumb pussy-drunken smile and nothing but your slick arousal running down his chin, so sheeny. “suck a little harder, she says?”
you nod, although you were sure your inevitable orgasm was quickly approaching.
your favorite part was when he sucks deeply against your clit, practically tongue fucking you. he had quite a long tongue so it did wonders, it made sure to reach every particular crevice imaginable. “nah don’t run from me now, gorgeous,” he utters sweetly once you squirm a bit more—he grabs on your hips, removing his two fingers just to hold you steadily in place. “give it to me, baby. show me how much of a messy girl my best friend can really be, huh.”
his dirty talk was just the icing on the cake. gojo’s just coaxing you towards your incoming release, all the while—it felt so good. the way your legs quavered, a trembling mess.
gojo’s holding your jerking hips against his mouth so he doesn’t miss a single taste. your mouth forms into a surprised 'o' and it’s like he’s been waiting his entire life for this moment—to be fair, he could have just asked a long time ago.
he was shy though, he didn’t wanna ruin the friendship—yet now that he’s propped up between your legs, eating you out like a starved man, you don’t know how you could continue to be just friends. not in a negative way, but after this—every time you’d stare at gojo, you’d just see his face that was right between your legs that one friday night ago.
once your orgasm comes, you whimper out— a ripple surging out of you and you’re so squirmy.
it was so intense, you fell into a trance, feeling that familiar spark combust and you’re slump back. your maw still hangs open and you’re so cute—only inaudible whimpers, cacophonies of his name, the repetitive whiney, “s—satoru, ‘toru.”
his nose brushes against your entrance before he pulls away—he grows quiet for a brief moment before sitting up, you’re out of breath before he leans in for a kiss. you moan right into his mouth, running a finger down his cute undercut and that makes him whine into your mouth. his undercut, he’s always liked the feeling of you running a finger down there—it hypnotized him in a way, the entire scene was so salacious. tasting yourself on his damp tongue, your legs wrapped around his waist and his dick brushes against your parted legs.
“you’re not that bad of a kisser, you know.” gojo mutters as he finally breaks away—a stringy shiny trail of spit departs and he sits up. “why can’t we do this more often?”
“you never ask,” you breathe, still getting over your recent release—he talks so much, you almost forgot how much of a blabbermouth he was. literally seconds ago his face was buried between your thighs and now he’s rambling to you about a sale he spotted on one of his favorite candies. “. . yeah yeah, lie back now.”
he lies back against the bed and watches as you make your way towards him. he lands backwards with an ‘oof’ before raising his eyebrows in amusement. “oh? you’re gonna be on top? what if i wanted to have you bent over—”
“i’d rather die than let you see me arched over.”
“heh, woah now angel—that’s just mean. after i gave you that teeth shattering orgasm,” he says with a dramatic eye roll. you align yourself with gojo, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and for a concise moment he grows quiet. “hm. don’t really care though, you’re still hot. straddling me like this and—”
you lean forward, silencing him with a kiss because he just wouldn’t stop talking—it was cute in a way though, gojo would literally talk your ear off. he kisses back immediately, feeling you hover against his leaky tip before lowering yourself further and further down. “mhm,” you’d gasp at the current stretch. it was hard to ignore, he was big—no secret about that. due to how sopping you were, it made it easy to just sink right down. gojo’s jaw tightens as he brings a hand towards your waist, another near your ass. with a tight squeeze, he continues to fall into sinful bliss at your cunt holding him hostage. your walls hugged him tightly the more you sank down. his breath was heavy, he heaved and heaved before you’re finally all the way down.
parting away once more, he utters out a needy, “touch me.”
“ask nicely,” you whisper, starting to rock your hips swiftly in place—you were so hot, especially in his eyes. you’re so warm inside, feverish, tingly. gojo swallows thickly, a breath getting caught in his throat as his white lashes flicker towards your waist. you brush a thumb against your best friend’s lips before humming. “touch me pretty please, say that.”
“how about i tell you a joke—” he cuts off, yet moans once he feels you grind your hips in a specific rotation—so good. he’s at a loss of words before his eyebrows curl up and furrow, head throwing back in pleasure. “heh. uh, check, please! know what’s on the m-menu? me ‘n you.”
“…………………..”
“…..you’re right, i should just shut up,” he puffs out, his cheeks burning with such heat. he holds onto your hips before he swallows his pride, speaking in a cute pout whilst avoiding eye contact. “touch me pretty please.”
you smile, trading a finger down his chiseled chest—so muscular, he was perfectly sculpted.
his loved your touch, it makes him ten times harder. your fingers roam against his body and he merely folds into putty, his abs—they clench as you’re being stuffed by full of his thick inches. gojo made sure to go slow, he didn’t wanna hurt you—especially considering how big and how much of a damn packer he was. so big you almost drooled.
he was mesmerized by the way you moved, with a single pivot of your hips it didn’t take long for him to locate that spot. you moaned, feeling a surge of haziness overtake you before you lean in to kiss near the crook his neck.
“man,” he croaks, and each time he speaks—his voice gets more raspy and out of breath. “uh, keep ridin’ me like that ‘n i’m gonna die. your pussy’s fuckin’ dangerous—shit.”
again, he rambles while you’re riding him in the same constant rotation. he falls in love with the jerks, the way you grind and delve your hips even further into him.
it’s amusing to study his facial expressions though, the way his blue irises would roll back into the very depths of his cranium—his pink sheeny lips parting, even his irregular breathing patterns. he was so whiney, your cunt swallowed him whole and he starts to feel fuzzy. hot, you felt so hot inside. it merely gives him whiplash once he feels your hands trail up toward his chest. his chest, more so his pecs—abs, his nipples.
“s-sensitive there…” he pants, and with his same grip against your hips he drags you closer—back and forth, it was so slow. you’re grinding against his body and he thinks he’s feeling a certain type away. you know, that word. this entire view, seeing you top him like this—gojo was about to lose his mind, a fiery sensation pools low into his abdomen. you had him all hot and bothered, it didn’t take long before his thigh starts to bounce.
“are you?” you tease, leaning in to run your tongue against his perky nipples—oh, his reaction. it was priceless, he grips onto your hair this time, moving a few strands away from your face while you’re still riding him before he whimpers. with shaky lips, he begs for you to suck harder. you didn’t even know if he was into something like this, perhaps your best friend was a freak.
a freak in bed.
you wondered if he’d be like this if he got matched with some other random girl on tinder. being this whiney for them, but since you two were close maybe you had an exception.
“angelllll,” he drags out his words, and it’s cute. his tongue rolls a bit and beads of sweat start to race down the side of his forehead. “i’m gonna—”
suddenly, he grows quiet once his cock that was buried into your folds abruptly slips out.
he slowly looks up at you with a head tilt, and you’re staring right back up at him—he’s still panting with his hands attached to your hip. “oops,” he sheepishly laughs, trying to ignore how he was so close to shooting right inside of you. it squelched, you break away from his chest before kissing near his neck. he moans, aligning himself back against your entrance. “f-fuck that was kinda hot.”
“i can’t tell who sounds like the girl more,” you start to pant yourself, and you feel yourself coming close right with him—you briefly bite your lip before feeling such nerves sneak its way inside. his girth, it never failed to leave you speechless. with gojo, he was a bit thick but more so lanky—thin, yet he made sure to reach every crevice of your cunt. you felt him deep, the more his hold against your hips tighten—the more he’s pumping you full. you’re constantly leaning forward, cupping his face before sneaking a few kisses near the corners of his lips.
“shut up,” he rasps, and he’s close. you’re about to milk him dry—his breathing picks up and he presses his fingers right into your hips. strands of his hair runs through his face before he whines, head throwing back in pure bliss. “god, you do it so good—so good, ‘m gonna cum,” and then with pretty hooded eyes, he swallows before reaching between your legs. he runs a hand against your sopping wet cunt that was a sheer mess itself before sighing lowly, “where do you want it, angel? tell me if i should—”
“inside,” you whisper, and your voice was so close up to his ear that he could have just came from your voice and your voice alone. shivers ran through his body, your chest presses against his and he’s maneuvering quicker circles against your pussy. “f-fuck, ‘toru. ‘m gonna cum too.”
his ruffled hair was all in his face, it was cute. you’re being stuffed full—he’s so hefty you’re dizzy, approaching that release before seconds pass and you gush out. it comes out slow, a shockwave ripples out and you whimper—softly nibbling your teeth deep into the inside of his neck.
“oh f—fuckkk,” he babbles, and his voice ends up cracking, its adorable. both of his ears burn with radiating heat before he finishes, dumping a sloppy load of velvety ropes into your cunt. you literally did milk him, you bring your hips to a more slow stop—deeply grinding against him still and he slumps back. he pours so much into you he’s speechless himself, a hand hooked around your waist as you continue to swivel. “i just— i need you—shitttt.”
you stare at gojo and he’s all dumb, panting heavily. his chest heaves and tightens, loving the warmth of your plush thighs wrapping around him. “i.. i think i love you,” he abruptly says, and with his tone—it’s like in more of a question, he watches your shocked stare peer into him and he sighs. “i don’t wanna use dinder anymore, i— i just want you.”
“it’s called tinder, satoru,” you kiss near the side of his lip. “and i love you too, dummy.”
“really?” he looks at you, still smothered with a look of fatigue—he could go for more rounds but he needed a minute—plus he may or may not have a cramp in his leg. “soo when’s the wedding then?”
you deadpan and he sheepishly smiles at you, he’s still got a firm grip on your waist.
the feeling of gojo’s remains of cum just seeping down your thighs as you straddled him—still with his twitching shaft inside made you kiss your teeth a little. “i’m sure you’ll get cold feet, you’re scared of literally anything.”
“pft. girl, that’s not even remotely true. do you realize who you’re talking to?”
the arrogant gojo came back — you roll your eyes and he slyly grins, yet all the meanwhile he’s holding you close against your chest. you let him kiss you once more before you both pull away once his phone suddenly beeps.
a loud screeching notification . . you were assuming it was a text. he feels you shift a bit, turning to see what it was but pulls you closer towards him, deepening the kiss. you give up, locking your arms around him once more, preparing to start up your hips again.
oh, he tastes candied, sweet…
you moan straight into his mouth before the phone ends up beeping again and again.
consistently until it starts to get annoying, gojo grunts, departing from your honeyed lips. “who’s texting me, angel? thought i turned tinder notifications off.”
you grab his phone, it brights up from your fingertips hovering against the screen before you squint. “uh, it says . . . suguru geto?”
he repeats. “suguru ge—” and then he timorously runs a hand through his hair with a raised eyebrow. “oh. eh, what’d he say?”
you pause for a long moment before reading the message, by long—seven consecutive seconds to be exact, your lip twitching, slowly realizing as you skim through the text by this ‘suguru geto.’
“. . . he says that he had fun last night.”
“oh!”
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Happy Binderary 2024!! Kicking things off with the fantastic Never understood a single word he said by dear friend @aboxthecolourofheartache. I had the best time beta'ing this for Box and just had to have it on my shelf! More pics and process info under the cut:
had an absolute blast packing as many easter eggs as I could into this one! it's a roadtrip gone wrong fic heh, so I went for a scrapbook/collage cover made of the same kraft paper I usually use for paperbacks, but left the hinge + spine exposed. I tore each piece from a different sheet of scrapbook paper, so the resulting texture is really fun:
I also went to town with references to some of the events in the story, particularly on the back of the cover. the postcard is probably my favorite element; here are my few first practice runs on scratch paper (along with some of my colored pencil testings for the markings on the map) before I went for it on the real cover!
I repurposed the ribbon graphics I originally drew for another bind (@feralrookie's right where I should be ❤️). the music notes on the first page notate the rhythm of the opening lines of the song the fic is based on, Three Dog Night's "Joy to the World," which I had on loop while I was typesetting this! ("Jeremiah was a bullfrog/Was a good friend of mine.") Box's taste in trigun-themed country and blues is impeccable, and I have a whole spotify playlist made almost entirely of her recs ehe :3
the blank/empty ribbon appears between chapter 1 and the epilogue for story reasons ehe; really wanted to convey the feeling of "where did the music go?", because I also listened to American Pie a lot while making this lolol.
also added little camera graphic at the end, which reminded me of meryl's occupation as a journalist, but the hands/lack of a face holding the camera also gives me the uncanny feeling of being watched/photographed (also plot relevant heh). camera graphic and the house graphic at the beginning are both sourced from Heritage Type's free vintage illustrations, from a series of packs called "Hands Holding Stuff."
the hand holding the house on the title page gave me wolfwood's confessional-on-the-go vibes, BUT it was originally held straight like this:
so I decided to tilt it to give it more of that feeling of instability and "oh shit my entire world is being turned upside down rn god the exits WHERE ARE THE EXITS (there are no exits)" feeling present in the fic :D so I guess it's more of a knives reference?? still, the kind of "what is even going on here?" reaction I had when I first saw it fits well with the title, so I went with it!
and that's it for now!! I'll be out of town for the next week or so, but I have a bunch more projects I'm really excited to share this month, along with some long-overdue author copies that I'm excited to get mailed to their rightful homes!
finally, thank you SO much for letting me bind your work, Box!!! it's always such a pleasure <333
#trigun#vash the stampede#meryl stryfe#nicholas d. wolfwood#fanbinding#bookbinding#ficbinding#binderary 2024#Never understood a single word he said#aboxthecolourofheartache
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Hold The Camera, Baby.
Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader
Word Count: 4,615 words
Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Daddy kink, rough sex, oral (f and m receiving), face riding, squirting, dirty talk, praise, shit just gets nasty, dominate elvis, tiny bit of degrading?? submissive reader, elvis brings out the camera, typical elvis stuff.
Author's Notes: Oh lord, this is something. Reader is the camerawoman filming Elvis On Tour and getting the best shots, heh. This shit gets nasty, dirty, and so hot. I just wanna thank my baby @erutluve for helping with this fic a random idea that came about. I hope you guys enjoy! Possible spelling errors.
You had been hired to work as the camerawoman on a new music documentary called Elvis On Tour, you practically jumped at the chance to work on this project being a huge Elvis fan yourself. You were over the moon that your skills with a camera got you noticed for this film. Before the start of his tour had begun you were introduced to Elvis who was even more charming in person. He was very sweet and super flirty with you calling you little nicknames like "honey, baby, or darlin'" It was hard to keep your composure about him sometimes. He wasn't use to a woman directing him and telling how things should be. But he always seemed to gain back the control from you, but telling you what he expected from you and sometimes telling you how he wanted you to dress. If you were going to work with him he liked his women to look a certain way, that included pretty little dresses, though it made it difficult to do your job in but you humored him and wore them anyway. But when all was said and done he would become very professional and suggest the best camera angles he felt worked best for him, but he allowed you to take some of your own liberties when it came to filming some of the shows. You did your best to try to not only filmed the way he wanted but also staying true to your own unique ideas.
It had been a few weeks since the tour had started and you had gotten some good footage with Elvis of course wanting to see everything you film and happily approving of it all. You had landed in San Antonio, Tx for the next show, and you were helping some of the film set up. You were excited because Elvis was going to be wearing one of your favorite jumpsuits the white pinwheel suit with a matching red scarf. For many reasons you loved the way this suit looked on him, the way the color pattern suited him, how his chest was on display. There was no denying that sometimes when you filmed him that you got a bit turned on and felt like one of the women in the crowd. He just had that control over everyone, no matter who you were. You were more than excited to film tonight's show. Things were getting crazier the closer the show was beginning to start and the crowds began to draw into the arena. You had one of the other cameramen film a lot of the backstage stuff of Elvis, which was always as interesting as his performance.
The show had finally begun and as he got through a few numbers like 'I Can't Stop Loving You' and 'Love Me Tender' he had transitioned into singing 'Suspicious Minds' which was always a treat because he never performed this song the same at his shows and he was always doing something off the wall or interacting with the crowds. You held your camera steady as you captured him as this almost godlike figure before you, getting close ups and different angles. He suddenly dropped to one knee on the stage and you stood right beneath him, pointing the camera at his crotch and then slowly zooming in closer as you captured him as he sang and wiped the sweat from his face with the towel, which caused you to nearly forget you were doing your job and he suddenly glanced down and was interrupted mid song by the sight of you beneath him, filming him in such an intimate angle. He made a face and tried to laugh it off as he got up and continued on with the song, but little did you know he was actually furious with you for getting an angle like that.
As the show went on you continued to get some good shots of him, once the show eventually came to an end and Elvis had been escorted out and the crowds began to dissipate you started packing up some of your equipment when you were suddenly approached by Joe Esposito. "Hey, Y/N, Elvis would like to speak with you for a moment." he said, knowing that Elvis was not happy. You raised an eyebrow at him. "Right now? I need to finish putting my stuff away." you answered. "He needs to speak with you right away. Come on." Joe says sternly. You furrowed your brow at his words. "Oh.. Oh okay.." you said softly, wondering what could be going on and you began to follow him back to Elvis' dressing room a bit nervous. Once he led you to the room Elvis was standing there with a pensive look on his face and you turned to watch Joe shutting the door to give the two of you privacy. You stared at Elvis who was still in his jumpsuit and dripping in sweat, you swallowed harshly at the sight of him.
"What's going on, Elvis? Did you wanna see some of the shots?" you asked curiously. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked angrily. "W-What do you mean?" you answered. "That damn angle you filmed of me during Suspicious Minds!" he yelled. "Oh, I-I thought it was a good shot.." you said softly, he'd never spoken to you like this before despite what creative differences you both sometimes had. "A good shot for who? You?! You got awfully close to my crotch.." he said as his voice grew a bit calmer, he was mad, but not as mad as you thought he was. "I.. I wasn't.. I didn't.." you stumbled over your words unsure of what to say and you felt your face go flush, he noticed this immedately. "If you wanted to film me in provocative positions you could've just asked..." he teased. "I... What? I would never!" you said defensively. He smirked at you. "Don't think I haven't noticed a few similar shots like that in your work. Y'know, I'm pretty good with a camera myself. I film just the things you seem to want.." he said with a grin.
You furrowed your brow trying to understand what he was hinting at. "I don't know what you mean, Elvis.." you said quietly. He chuckled softly and shook his head as he walked over to his things fishing out the camera that he aways brought with him and a few photos he had taken of a few girls. "C'mere, maybe this will help you understand." he said with a grin. You slowly walked over to him and he laid out a few pictures of naked women that he took personally. You raised an eyebrow at him, not knowing what to say. "I've got some videos too." he said quietly. "Elvis, I.. I don't film stuff like this, you've got me all wrong." you mumbled. "Hm, I can't help but feel like you're lyin' to me, baby. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it.." he murmured, reaching over to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. You got shy again, blushing from his words and his touch. "I won't tell if you have.. I think it's hot.." he grinned. You stared back up at him as you were silent for a moment. "I mean... I guess, I have.. You're a good looking guy." you said with a shrug.
"Hm, well why don't we have some fun? I'll give ya something to really be proud of." he teased as he walked over to the couch that sat in his room and plopped down onto it his legs spreading wide open as he stared at you with those sleepy blue eyes of his that stared into your soul. You stood there staring at him not knowing how to respond. "W-What do you want me to do?" you asked. "I want you to film me.. Film me fucking you senseless." he said so forward with a smirk. Your eyes widen at his words, though you had daydreams of what it would be like to fuck Elvis, you'd never thought it would happen and you didn't know how to respond. "I..." you gulped. "Get over here, Y/N." he demanded. You blinked and slowly stepped toward him until you were stand before him. "Don't give me that innocent act, honey. I know you want this.. Now strip." he barked.
The way he barked orders at you turned you on and you didn't want to deny him, this was rare opportunity to be with Elvis in this way, you never thought it'd happen to you. You nodded at his words and slowly began to unzip the side of your dress and carefully pulling it down your body, he watched with delight as his eyes gazed over your body. Once your dress hit the floor you stood there in your bra and panties nervously. "Did I say stop?" he questioned, gesturing for you to take everything off. He sat his camera on the arm of the couch as he reached down to unzip the front of his suit to give his cock some room to breath as he grew hard watching you slowly unhooking your bra and letting it fall, revealing your breasts to him and you felt a chill run down your spine from the cold air of the room hitting your nipples that harden right before him. He licked over his lips as he slide his hand down his suit, grasping his cock in his hand and stroking it slowly as his eyes stared at your panties that you shimmed out of and now you were completely exposed to him, covering yourself a bit.
"Fuck.. You're beautiful. I've been imagining what you looked like without clothes on." he said with a wink as he pulled his fully hard cock out and your eyes widen at the sight of him, causing you to chew at the inside of your cheek. You blushed as you continued to try to cover yourself, a bit shy in front of him now. "C'mere.." he mumbled, patting his lap and then he picked the camera back up. You stepped closer to him, climbing onto his lap carefully your thighs resting on either side of him as you settled yourself down onto his lap, feeling his throbbing cock pressed right up against your pussy that ached and became wet at the very feeling of him, a soft groan escaping from the back of his throat. He held the camera toward you. "Hold the camera, baby.. You're gonna be daddy's little filmmaker for this.." he hummed. You nodded at his words, carefully taking his camera into your hands, pressing the on button and watching the solid green light glow. He placed his hands over yours, showing you how he wanted you to hold it and then switching the record button on for you and now the green light turned to red and blinked slowly indicating that it was now recording.
He leaned forward pressing his soft pouty lips to your collarbone, you held the camera pointed toward him, getting a close up shot of him kissing your neck and sucking on your dewy skin and then kissing up to your lips, kissing you deeply and he stared at the camera from the corner of his eye making sure you were getting all close up shots. A soft noise emitting from your lips against his when you felt his hands squeezing, groping and kneading your breasts, his fingertips play with your sensitive nipples and he grabbed your hand that held the camera and pointed it down so you captured the way he played with your breasts, that was slowly was pushing you over the edge and he pulled back from your lips, pressing his tongue firmly against your neck and dragging his tongue down to your breasts, moving over to take your left breast into his mouth, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking so greedily on the sensitive bud, dragging his tongue back and forth. A small gasp escaping your lips at the desirable feeling. His mouth was so wet and warm that as he sucked his saliva dripped down your breast and he finally popped it out of his mouth and moved over to the right.
Taking your harden nipple deep into his mouth and he sucked so harshly on it that it caused you to hiss at the wild feeling, his suckling sounds growing louder as his mouth tugged at your nipple all the while you filmed it all, trying to keep your hand steady as you moaned quietly. When he released your nipple both of your breasts were glistening in his saliva, you chewed on your bottom lip whimpering softly, wanting more now. He smirked at you and he grabbed your hand making you get shots of your breasts that he nearly sucked raw. "Mm, ready for the next scene, darlin'?" you mumbled. "Y-Yes.." you mewled. He suddenly was switching positions and he grabbed your waist as he lifted you up with him and he laid down on the couch with you right on top of him, feeling his cock press firmly against your pussy again and you angled the camera down on him and he leaned up pressing soft and wet kisses against your abdomen before he laid back again, staring up at you.
You stared down at his beautiful sweaty face and a smirk danced across his lips. "Get up and sit on my face, baby.." he demanded. You felt your pussy ache and clench at his very words, you nodded eagerly and climbed up his body until your thighs were resting on either side of his face and your pussy dripping in your slick hovered right over his face, he beamed at the beautiful sight before, so hungry to taste you, the camera getting it all. You carefully lowered yourself onto his face and you could feel his sweat smearing onto your inner thighs, he let out a soft groan as you buried him in your pussy, your body trembled above him and your breathing growing heavy. You felt his tongue drag across your slit, lapping up the soppy mess that formed between your legs, then he parted your lips with his tongue burrowing it between your folds and firmly pressing it against your swollen and sensitive clit, flicking his tongue against it playfully, which only caused your body to jolt from the feeling.
You almost dropped the camera on him before quickly steading your hand and grasping onto the arm of the couch with the other as you felt his tongue glide back down and circle around your tight little hole, he then plunged his tongue deep inside of you, feeling your walls tight around him and he grabbed your hips, pressing you down against him so he could bury his tongue deep inside your pussy as he began to fuck it, slowly moving your hips against him, making your ride his face, the sweet nectar that leaked out of you coating his face and mixing with his sweat. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure as you did the best you could to continue to film, your hand clutching tighter onto the couch, the vibration of his groans against you only furthered the intense pleasure you felt. Your thighs tightening around his head. His hands gripping your ass tight in his big strong, ring covered hands, the coldness from the metal stinging your ass as you began to take some control and riding his tongue and grinding your pussy firmly against him, he loved it as he forced you down even more wanting you to suffocate him.
As you rode his face you began to film yourself grabbing and squeeze at your own breasts and getting close up shots of you moaning into the camera, giving him quite the show for when he goes back to watch it. His hands moved down to grip your thighs and gave them a rough slap and you squealed softly between your loud moans. You began to whine softly as your clit brushed up against his nose each time you humped his face, it felt so good that you were sure to cum if he kept this up. He steadied your movements as he started to bounce you on his face, his tongue sliding in and out each time you came crashing down onto his face, your eyes rolling back as you heaved and panted. "El..." you mewled, unable to form words. "Da... Daddy.. Y-You're gonna make me cum..." you cried. The sound of your words delighted him so much so that he continued with his little game and he bounced you faster on his face, forcing his tongue in deep, sliding one of his hands back over your ass and giving it rough spanks, his rings making it painful, but it pushed you further into your orgasm that grew closer and then he forced you to sit still on his face, his tongue in deep as he wiggled it around inside of you, his nose hitting against your clit hard.
That's when you couldn't hold on any longer, all the pleasure that had built up was just too much to handle that your panting grew louder that it almost sounded like hisses as it escaped between your crying whimpers and your body jolted above him as you orgasmed and you cum came pouring onto his face, he groaned loudly trying to lap it lap it up like a man starved of hunger, your body twitching above him as you whimpered his name, riding out your orgasm on his face as droplets of your cum continued to leak onto his face until he finally lifted you up in his arms and now he was switching positions again, throwing you against the cushions of the couch so that you were lying on your back, the camera held tightly in your hands. You were still shaken up from your orgasm and you stared up at his messy face that dripped in your sweet juices and he licked up most it off his lips and then took the scarf that was still wrapped around his neck and wiped some of his face clean. "Goddamn that pussy tastes amazing.." he said softly with a smirk.
He suddenly snatched the camera from your hands as he flipped you over onto your stomach roughly and you squealed from his roughness, he grabbed your hips arching them up so that your ass was in the air, and he forced your upper body down, keeping your face pressed against the couch as he spanked your already sore ass once again, filming the exposed position you were in as his hand gently ran over your ass and he smirked to himself as he brought the camera down to capture your dripping pussy on film, running two of his fingers between your folds and opening you up to show to the camera, you moaned softly, wanting to close your thighs around his hand but he forced your legs opened wider for him as he filmed close up of your pussy, his fingers playing in your slick and cum that leaked from you, you whimpered desperately, feeling so empty. "Fuck.. This pussy is so beautiful.. It's so wet and messy for daddy.. Just touching you is getting you wetter." he mewled.
His fingers burrowed deep in your soppy cunt, he loved the way it responded to him. "Mm, I bet it's just achin' to have my cock inside.. isn't it, little one?" he cooed. You whimpered cutely. "Yes... P-Please, daddy..." you begged. He grinned at your words, slapping his fingers against your pussy, watching it tremble before him. "Let's see if pounding this pussy will make ya cum again..." he whispered. Holding the camera firmly in his right hand as he grabbed your hips with his left keeping you steady as he then reached down to grasp his cock and he glided it across your messy little pussy, getting it nice and wet with your juices and then without warning, he shoved every inch of his cock deep inside of your sensitive, throbbing tight hole, feeling you tighten around him as you sucked him in. You cried out his name feeling your body shake beneath him as you clawed at the cushions beneath you. He groaned softly watching how your pussy took his cock so well and to loosen you up around him he forcefully began to thrust himself inside you, filming his cock sliding in and out of you and watching how his cock glistened in your nectar.
"Fu-Fuck.. Daddy.." you moaned out loudly, his hips slapping against your ass as he fucked you, gripping onto your waist with his left hand as he forced you back against him, moving you in rhythm with his movements, the both of you moaning loudly together and his name leaving your lips like they were your mantra as his thrust became more rough, almost violent, his cock slamming against your walls, that tears flowed from your eyes, but you loved every minute of the way he used you, fucked you, all the while capturing every dirty little moment on film. Your pussy was making such a mess on his suit as you bounced back and forth on his cock, he made you so wet that your slick dripped down your thighs. He was determined to fuck you until there was nothing left. You couldn't stop the tears that streamed down your face, you were so overstimulated and in need of cumming once again that your body couldn't handle it because of how sensitive he made you, but his swift rough movements didn't stop, the slapping sounds growing louder as he plunged deeper inside of you. The pain was so pleasurable that his name left your lips in a crying whimper.
"Mm.. El... E-Elvis.. Y-You're gonna make me cum a-again.. it h-hurts.." you cried out. He was satisfied with the way he broke you down and had you begging, crying, moaning for him, and seeing how desperate you were to cum once again. "Cum all over daddy's cock, little girl.." he mewled, he too was growing close to cumming but he was doing everything he could to hold back because he had other plans for how you would receive his cum. The sound of his words pushed you over the edge and you shut your eyes tight, your moans shaky and whiny as they left your mouth and your body numb and twitching beneath him as your pussy clenched tight around his cock and your second orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave completely shocking your body as you not only came on his but you squirted as well, which was a shock for him, he grinned happily at the messy sight you made on him, the couch and yourself.
He thought for a moment that he would lose his composure and cum inside of you, but he pulled his cock out before allowing that to happen and the moment he pulled out your exhausted used body collapsed onto the couch, you could hardly move from the way he just made you feel, you tried to catch your breath as you felt him get up and he grabbed a hold of your arm roughly, dragging you off the couch and pulling you with him as he went to sit in the chair that sat opposite of the couch, you whined from his roughness, pouting a bit. Once he was sat down he pushed you onto the cold dirty floor and you stared up at him as you watched his legs spread open and he beckoned you, wanting you to suck his cock. You sat up on your knees for him. "Open that pretty mouth for me, baby." he hummed. You obeyed opening your mouth and he grasped his cock in his hand, shoving it right into your mouth, you gagged softly when he hit the back of your throat, he grabbed a handful of your hair, bobbing your head up and down as he thrusted his hips forward, fucking your mouth, saliva already pooling out of your mouth, but his cock was only in your mouth for a brief moment as his moans came out airy, he was so close to cumming that he had popped his cock out of your mouth, exhaling sharply and he handed the camera to you. You grasped it in your shaky little hands.
"You love this angle so much now you can film me jerking off for ya from it." he said with a smirk. You nodded your head slowly at his words. "Y-Yes, daddy.." you whispered. He grinned at your obedience and he suddenly lifted one of his legs ups and you felt the bottom of his shoe pressed firmly against your right thigh, nudging you with it. "Lay down." he said sternly. You swallowed harshly, nodding and as you went to lay on your stomach, holding the camera up and it got close up on his throbbing cock that was aching to be drained. You watched through the camera as he started to stroke and pump his slippery cock that was a mess with all your fluids, the squelching sounds loud each stroke he made, it only turned you on as you watched with delight beneath him as his big, strong hand grasped his veiny wet cock, pumping it faster and you could hear his moans growing gradually louder and his breathing heavy, his hips twitching and stirring as his orgasm was approaching, his eyes staring down at your naked body as it laid on the cold concrete floor, the sight only turning him on more and his body tensed as his orgasm washed over him and one last loud groan escaping from the back of his throat. Your eyes widen as you watched his cock twitch and you watched as his cum came spirting out and landing on the lens of the camera, your face.
It had been some time since he had sex so he had so much cum to give you that the lens of the camera was now painted white and your face was a mess and you licked your lips tasting the saltiness of his cum happily. Once he was finished he collapsed against the chair, catching his breath as he stared down at you. "You look even more beautiful covered in my cum.." he teased and then he reached down for the camera. Your body numb and wobbly as you sat up handing it to him. He shut it off and sat it on the table beside him, his cum leaking from the expensive equipment. "C'mere, baby." he mumbled as he tried his best to help you up, you climbed into his lap, sitting down on his twitching cock and his soaked jumpsuit. The two of you a filthy mess from each other's bodily fluids. He pulled you near him, his lips crashing against your cum covered lips, kissing your deeply, sloppily, the both of you tasting his cum as you kissed and his face now being covered in his own fluids that dripped from your face.
"Mm... We may just have to make this a routine thing after the shows." he mumbled on your lips with a soft chuckle. You bit down on your bottom lip, letting out a soft giggle. "Oh, you think I may have the talent to film your dirty little films?" you laughed. He smirked at your words. "As long as I'm your star, baby.." he whispered as his lips crashed back against your own.
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Um idk what to say about this except Hunter deserves to receive more compliments and Amity has never known how to process Willow’s taste in men
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“Okay guys, just gimme like 10 minutes, okay?” Willow said, running eagerly ahead. “I just wanna check on my plants real quick. I’m sure they’re okay but I just wanna be totally sure because I-.”
“Go on, we’ll be fine!” Said Amity, seeing Willow was slowing herself down for their sake but desperately wanted to run ahead. Willow didn’t need to be told twice as she darted full speed up the stairs to her room. From the sound of it, her plants were just fine and delighted to see her. As they headed back to the Owl House, Willow’s house was on the way and when she had asked if they could make a quick pit stop Camila saw nothing wrong so long as they were quick and stayed together.
Hunter smiled at the distant sound of Willow happily greeting her plants as he looked around the living room, suddenly aware that it looked stuck in time. A few months ago it was brimming with life and light, and now it was dark and cold without Willow and her dads gracing the rooms with their love and laughter.
“Hey, what are these?” Hunter asked, turning to the dining room table which was covered in glossy brightly colored books.
“Oh, those are just some silly magazines Willow and I used to read when we’d do our homework,” said Amity as she walked in from the kitchen, the vibrant colors reminding her of a less chaotic time. “We would fill out the quizzes inside and gush about these bard coven bands and argue over who our favorite was.”
“Really? Heh.” Hunter flipped through the pages with a quizzical smirk, remembering Willow had once mentioned listening to a band once while they were messaging on penstagram back when they had first met. “Who was Willow’s favorite?”
“Take a guess.”
“Probably the most handsome one, right?” He said pointing to the obvious front man whose face was featured much more than the other members in the collection of mini posters that occupied the series of pages.
“Uh, not exactly,” said Amity, pointing to the corner to the “mysterious loner” of the group. His smile was more reserved than the others and his overall demeanor carried something... familiar.
“Him? Really?” Hunter chuckled, swearing he saw imprints of faded green lipstick stains near his photo. He wondered just how long they had been fading.
“I dunno, Willow has... unique taste.” Amity said with a shrug and slightly soured look. “We very rarely agree on things like that. I mean, she does not get Azura like at all, which just doesn’t make sense if I’m being honest, because I think...”
As Amity continued ranting, Hunter flipped through the pages and read the silly answers written in Willow’s bubbly handwriting, each ‘I’ dotted with a flower and the words twirling at the end as though they were carefully arranged vines. He treated her circled answers like a treasured artifact, admiring the little hearts and daisies she doodled in the corner of the pages. He also couldn’t help but want to take the silly quiz himself and see if their answers matched.
“...but I guess disagreeing can inspire debates. I mean, like the other day I was telling her how when I first met you I called you scrawny and that practically set her off because when she first met you she thought you were sooo cute, so obviously we don’t-.”
“She thought I was cute?” Hunter repeated, tuning back into Amity's rambling.
“Huh? Oh.” Amity’s hand sprang to her mouth, quickly realizing she should not have said that. “Uh maybe? Ya know, ha, it was so long ago, I might be misremembering. Actually, she might have been talking about a wet cat she saw on her way to school so actually-.”
“You just said you were talking about it yesterday.”
“Did I say that? You know, it was so long ago who can really remember what I said, we should-.”
“Amity, if you’re gonna make fun of me could you at least not use Willow? I don’t know why you’d think-.”
“I’m not making fun of you! I just, uh...” Amity insisted, quickly looking back at the staircase to make sure Willow wasn’t coming back yet. She changed her voice to a harsh whisper. “Ugh, okay listen, Willow would kill me if she knew I told you this but... do you remember before Halloween when I told you to change out of your costume?”
“Yeah?”
“She was actually really upset that I said that because she thought that you looked... handsome.”
Now THAT is a look
“Me?” Hunter asked as though there was someone else she could’ve been referring to.
DON’T listen to her.
“Yeah?” Amity replied, still unable to give a reason. “I mean, she was so mad at me for telling you to change, she threatened to summon a cactus to my bus seat before I sat down.” Amity laughed at the memory, knowing Willow was only a little serious about following through. “And she stared at the photo she took of you like the entire ride, like you were a magazine model or something.”
“She thought I looked... handsome? In my costume? Like the costume I’m wearing right now?”
“Shh! Yes, but you can’t tell her I told you,” said Amity, looking around paranoid. “I wouldn’t lie about that though, I promise.”
Hunter made his way into the living room, finding his reflection for the first time in a hall mirror. It was dusty but still he could see the difference from the last time he had seen his own face. There was a lot to process. Days ago he looked completely different and now it was though he had suddenly aged, he was tired and dirty and covered with scars.
“Do you think... she still thinks I look handsome in it?” He said, his hand tracing his newest scar. “Ya know, with how... different I look?”
“Well,” Amity started, knowing there was more within the inquiry. “She also talked about how much she liked you, ya know? The way you talk, what you talk about-
“She never mentioned my voice being... annoying?”
“No, actually,” Amity said, realizing Willow was probably the only person she had never heard refer to it in such a way, even as a joke. “Which is saying something because she used to always say that having bad eyesight made her hearing better,” Amity recalled. “I don’t know if that’s true or not but Even when you wore those hideous shoes with the holes all over them she still thought you were so cool... for some reason.”
Handsome AND cool? It seemed too good to be true.
“Does she... talk about me a lot?”
“Ya know, if you really wanna know what Willow thinks about you then you should ask her,” said Amity softly, putting her hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “But don’t tell her you talked to me, otherwise she’ll get suspicious.”
“But has she said anything about... the way I look now?”
“Oh no, you’re not getting any more information from me!” said Amity dramatically, walking back to the kitchen table. “I’ve said too much already, if she ever found out that I said any of this I’d have more than a cactus to worry about.”
“But why wouldn’t she want me to know? Is she embarrassed?”
“Well I dunno, do you tell Willow you think she looks nice every time you think she looks nice?”
Hunter opened his mouth to offer a smug response before he realized that while he did in fact let Willow know she looked nice it was usually agreeing with someone. She would walk down to the basement to show off a new dress she had found while thrift shopping with Vee and wanted to show how nicely it complimented the cardigan Hunter had repaired for her and Hunter would be in awe of how she always managed to pick colors that brought out her eyes. He would think how lovely, how stunning, how utterly beautiful she looked but he never said these words.
Instead, Gus would usually deliver the compliment. He’d say “Wow, Willow you look great!” and then nudge Hunter in the ribs with his elbow as he’d raise an eyebrow and say “Doesn’t she Hunter?” Willow would look at him with anticipating eyes for his thoughts, but the sparkle that found her eyes with her expectations only increased the things to say, and Hunter would end up only being able to nod in agreement or mumble a simple “yes.”
Is that how he made Willow feel? How could he ever...?
“Fair point,” He cleared his throat and tried not to convey the journey his mind was on and hoping he seemed like he was totally normal about the question. “Thank you for your clarification, I shall keep the matter between us.”
“You’re not gonna act... weird about this are you?” Amity asked, fairly certain she already knew the answer.
“Me? Weird? No! W-w-why would I be weird about this?” Hunter sputtered nervously.
Oh, she definitely already knew the answer.
“Okay, well I hear her coming back so zip it,” ordered Amity. “If I wake up with a cactus in my sleeping bag, I’m taking you down with me, spaceman.”
Hunter wouldn't know how to bring it up even if he wanted to.
“Sorry it took so long,” said Willow, entering the room on a vine. “But they’re doing great, luckily the automatic water system I instilled has been working perfectly.”
“That’s great, Willow.” said Amity with a smile.
“Yeah that’s totally great!” agreed Hunter, his voice sounding panicked for no apparent reason. “Awesome! Cool! Yeah...”
“Yeah,” agreed Willow, confused by the room’s vibe. “But uh, we should probably get back to the others. I don’t want Camila to worry.”
“Oh yeah, good idea,” agreed Hunter.
“Oh, before I forget,” said Willow, pulling something off her wrist. “I found this yellow scrunchie in my room and I thought since your hair is longer again, you could use it to keep your hair out of your eyes.”
“Really?” he said, as she slipped the hair tie onto his wrist. “Thanks, Willow.”
“’Course,” she said with a smile. “It’s your color, after all. Plus we gotta make sure we can see that pretty face of yours.” She added with a wink.
“Haha yeah o-o-okay,” he said with a gulp. “I should uh, g-g-go check if the coast is clear.”
He ran ahead as Willow chucked to herself, clearly pleased with his reaction. She watched as he ran to the doorway and pulled his hair back into a ponytail and secured it with Willow’s scrunchie.
“Woah, did it just get hotter in here?” Willow whispered to Amity, a faint crimson gracing her cheeks as she watched fondly as he scanned the outside area, his pulled back hair making it easier for her to see his defined jawline. Before Amity could offer her comment on the change in temperature, Willow cut her off as she continued in a dreamy tone. “Never mind, I think it’s just Hunter. If ya know what I mean.” she added playfully, bumping Amity’s arm with her elbow.
“I really, reeeally don't,” groaned Amity as though she was in physical pain, having endured this talk for months in the human realm and now realizing that there was no end in sight. “You have got to stop saying things that to me I am begging you!” Amity pleaded.
“I’ll stop when he stops,” said Willow with a shrug, fanning herself with her hand for emphasis (half to upset Amity further and half because she was truly grateful she had found that scrunchie).
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Only Dolce's saccharine nature could counter Kabalè's acrid attitude.
Probably one of my best pairs in terms of contrast, hands down! I'm really proud of how they came out :D
Let's go over them design notes:
While Kabalè gave me a lot of room for exploration between her two canon designs, Dolce was pretty straightforward in terms of source material, since she's a series-exclusive character.
I wanted to keep Dolce as part of the main cast because I noticed some animosity from the fandom towards her back in the day, particularly over how "dumb" and stereotypically girly she was. There should be room for ultra-feminine characters in girl-focused media, because I know a lot of girls and women love them and look up to them, and who am I to deny them their fun?
My position regarding Dolce pretty much defined what I would do with Kabalè. If Dolce got to be unapologetically feminine in the traditional sense, why, Kabale HAD to be feminine in a transgressive sense! Those familiar with Ever After High know what I'm talking about: the "opposite" figure to the pink goodie-goodie princess is the purple rebellious evil witch.
My decision to make Kabalè more tanned than her canon counterparts stemmed from the same place as Mefisto and Gabi's changes: it matched her new design much better in terms of color contrast, and adding a bit more variety to the devils wouldn't hurt. I also wanted to pay homage to her hair in both iterations by making her blonde with a high ponytail and a streak.
I studied Dolce's key traits and focused on them for her new design: hearts, pink contrasted with blue and white, and puffy hair. I actually increased the amount of pink but used less saturated hues so they wouldn't clash or feel like too much, and used cyan and off-white accessories to visually segment her body by her joints, similar to an articulated doll.
For Kabalè I chose to mix her "spooky-chic" colors from the series with her comic design, and then I focused on modernizing said design! Not gonna lie, I had a lot of fun looking at current urban fashion and playing around with Kabalè's purple palette, it's not too common apparently (outside of Gengar apparel, lol).
Dolce's mascot, a blushing phantom butterfly, is right atop her hairband to represent how Dolce is the most emotionally mature of the group, since she's also naturally open-minded and focused on positive self-growth. Meanwhile, Kabalè's badger bat perches inside her jacket's inner pocket, symbolizing how Kabalè's polarizing nature often isolates her from the world around her.
Honestly I'm glad these two came out as well as they did, for the longest time I was stuck with them until some good friends of mine gave me a crucial helping hand. To put it bluntly, I wanted them to look grand but my sense of fashion is a bit too practical... all my pants are jeans and I only wear grayscale t-shirts :V
Here's the obligatory link to my rewrite fic I'll Fly With You, which I'm working on pretty diligently for now. No promises, but it takes me something like 2 months per chapter? let's hope I didn't jinx it by telling you, heh.
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Bruce x popular!m!Reader where both Bruce and the reader are popular and well liked people in school, very good friends, and head over heels for each other. Some stuff I would like to add to my request is that the reader also plays baseball/plays basketball.
Go crazy! :3
AHH THIS IS ADORABLE AND I WANNA WRITE THIS OFCOURSE !! :33 and btw (Y/N) has a sister in this
Baseball Boys! (Popular!M!reader X Bruce Yamada)
(Y/N) and Bruce have been friends for awhile now ever since they both first saw each other on the same baseball team. Bruce liked how supportive (Y/N) was with all of his teammates so, why not be friends? But lately, it started turning into something more for him. Every glance he gave him made his heart throb, every time his body grazed his, even it was just a slight touch, his breath would hitch in his throat and every-time he smiled at him, his face would heat up. He knew what it was, but he was going to deny it. After all, how did (Y/N) feel?
He was looking forward to the next practice and he was really anxious to practice with him and to see him again. His heart skipped a beat when he saw (Y/N)walk in and he just couldn't take my eyes off you. He wanted to go up to him and talk to him but, He was too shy to say anything and instead, just smiled at him. The black-haired boy’s smile widened when (Y/N) smiled back at him with a little wave. He then looked away. He wasn’t usually shy or anything when he was around the (H/C)-colored boy when they were younger, so why now? God, his feelings made him look like such a fool.
The day after, Bruce couldn't stop smiling. He still felt his breath hitch in his chest as thoughts of being next to him made his heart pound. He had been so nervous of what to say the day before that he just didn't say anything at all, except for the small waves they exchanged. He wanted to tell him so bad, but his fear of rejection and losing their friendship was too much. He wouldn't tell him, at least not anytime soon. He hoped his feelings would just go away eventually.
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It’s been a few weeks since he finally accepted he was Inlove with (Y/N) but that still didn’t stop him from blushing and stammering. Bruce found out that his sister and (Y/N)’s sister have found out about his feelings somehow. “Cmon..tell him you like him!” Amy said, poking her brother’s arm while (Y/N)’s sister poked the other. “Yeah! (Y/N) likes you too so you better tell him or else it’ll be too late and he’ll forget about it.” She says and Bruce freezes. He liked him back? “Yeah he does, do you like not see the way my brother looks at you?” His sister scoffs, he must’ve said that aloud. Then the doorbell rang. Shoot, he forgot (Y/N) was coming to pick up his sister from his house. Bruce was about to flee the living room and run off to his room but his sister held his arm down. “Tell himm! We’ll run off after so you can talk.” Amy explains and Bruce sighs, knowing he can’t get out of this.
But then Amy let go and Bruce took that as his chance to flee but as he went to leave, there was (Y/N), a bright smile on his face. His (E/C)-colored eyes met Bruce’s hazel ones. Amy and (Y/N)’s sister ran off to Amy’s room, giggling loudly as they hid behind the door. Bruce took a deep breath. “Amy told me you wanted to talk. So..what’s up?” (y/n) said, scratching his head. “ilikeyou(y/n).” Bruce rushed out in one breath, which made (Y/N) tilt his head in confusion. “What? Can you like say that again, but slower and more clearer..I couldn’t hear you properly, heh.” He chuckles softly.
“(Y/N), I like you. In like a uh…in a crush way.” Bruce explains, feeling his face beat up as he averted his gaze away from (Y/N). The (h/c) boy blushed and seemed a little surprise. “I like you Bruce, in like a crush way too!” (y/n) says with no hesitation, causing Bruce to bring his eyes back onto (y/n) who seemed a bit closer than he did before. “You..you do?” Bruce asked, pinching himself slightly make sure he wasn’t just having a weird dream.
“Yeah! I figured you uh did too but I wasn’t really sure…but you just confirmed it for me!” (Y/n) spoke with a cheerful tone. “This means we’re boyfriends now, right?” He said softly and hugged Bruce, giving the black-haired boy a peck on the cheek. “Uh yea…yeah, it does (Y/n).” Bruce mutters and hugs him back. He could feel his face heat up again. Bruce could also see Amy and (y/n)’s sister high five each other and give Bruce a thumbs up.
“Wanna icecream and go roller skating at that new rink opening up? It can be like a date!” (Y/n) asked with a smile stretched on his face as he let go of Bruce and moved back.
Jeez, is (y/n) gonna make his heart skip a beat and make him look like a fool no matter what?
#Besitos4gojo#the black phone#the black phone x reader#bruce yamada#bruce yamada x reader#male reader
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dating headcanons with rapunzel pls. With fem s/o.
Rapunzel Dating fem!s/o headcanons!
A/n: here ya go! so sorry it took so long. life has been crazy this year, heh. also, I haven't mentioned Pascal here, since, well, how Pascal interacts with S/o depends on how S/o's personality is. he acts different with different kinds of s/o's.
If one had to summarize what having a relationship with rapunzel would be like, it could only be described as sweet and heartfelt.
Rapunzel is very open about her feelings, so she was most likely the first one to confess that she likes you. How you’ve met can also cause how long it’ll take her to tell you the truth. If you have met her before her escape from the tower, well, it would take much much longer for her to confess. because she fears that you could be lying and be out for her hair and not to mention, she isn't sure how mother Gothel would react to her having a girlfriend, and her gut feeling is telling her to not risk it either. if in a scenario, you do have the unfortunate timing to meet her, Rapunzel would just convince mother Gothel that you're just a friend of hers, and she'll tell you to lessen your frequent visits to her tower, since she fears that Gothel could somehow stop you from seeing her, But, have you met after her escape, well, then her confession is given without any outside fears, only anxiousness to know your answer.
Rapunzel is a high-spirited individual. Someone full of energy at any hour of the day and isn't afraid to try new things. So, if you have a unique talent or hobby or even skill that you have been perfecting for years, expect the princess to fully get into it as well as a sort of bonding time.
Likewise, Rapunzel wants to share every hobby she has with you. From painting, knitting, reading books, and even candle-making. She knows every hobby there is and is always buzzing with excitement when sharing it with you.
She sketches a lot in her notebook, and if you ever had the chance to peek into what's inside, you’ll see many sketches of you plastered in. some even fully colored and shaded and all while you were doing the most mundane of things like reading, leaning on a tree or even just simply laughing. If confronted about the sketches, she will freeze up and blush, stutter out some excuse about you having a drawable face and immediately zip away before you could ask more questions. Her sketchbook now has a lock on it.
If you were generally disliked by the kingdom, whether it was because you’ve done something villainous like Cassandra or Varian or were a simple thief like Eugene, Rapunzel would try her utmost to change the public’s perception of you. It mostly works, since they either believe her by meeting you in person or just fully trust the future queen. And besides, you aren't really the first redeemed villain they had, they’re practically used to this sort of treatment by now.
However, if you are generally liked, then, you’ll be an absolute power couple with Rapunzel. Two of the sweetest people in Corona, together?! It's like a match made in heaven! Expect many happy greetings and many couple discounts in every shop you go to.
Rapunzel does not like overprotective people, so if you're like that then you must reel it in a bit. she understands, she truly does. When you care about someone so much it’s hard not to worry about their safety, especially someone like Rapunzel who has been given the power of the sun drop, a power that even though it’s been fully gone today, people still sought after stealing from her. But, she argues, that you must understand where she’s coming from as well. She’s been overprotected for far too long, and all she wants is to have freedom in what she does. It’s already drainfull enough to have a protective father on her side, it would be even more difficult if you intervened as well.
For everyone, you’re almost royalty. You live in the castle (Rapunzel begged you to) and you help Rapunzel with her royal duties as princess and future queen, so everyone tends to group you in with the majesties as well. Referring to you as ‘your highness’ and such.
Rapunzel loves kissing your forehead and playing with your hair. It's one of her go-to moves when you cuddle with her. She also loves shocking you with a kiss on the cheek and holding your hands when you casually walk in the streets. Her PDA is quite casual, she doesn’t mind holding your hand in public or flirting with you at all.
She is a listener at heart, so if you’re ever bothered by something, do expect her to hold your hand comfortingly and ask what's wrong. She’ll give you anything you need during the moment, and she’ll even try to fix the issue herself, which, becomes quite a problem if it's an issue where you don’t want it to be noticed or interacted with. If it's some sort of relationship problem, then you might want to hesitate before telling her. Because she will speak to the person whose causing you this trouble and if said person hurt you in some way she will try to fight them.
However, if you try to solve some of her family issues, she will immediately beg you not to. Whether it's mother Gothel or King Frederic, she would like to have you avoid them, since she’s worried about how much they’ll overreact if you try to defy them.
Her love language is obviously quality time. Other than sharing her hobbies with you, she also likes trying out different shops or traveling to different kingdoms with you.
Not much of a nickname person, but she does at times call you by a summarized version of your name. if you’re a nickname giver though, she loves every nickname you give her.
If Eugene Fitzherbert still counts as a love interest here, then my god, the amount of rivalry between you two is comical. Many jabs, remarks, jokes, and many many arguments would be sprung up between you. it could almost rival his and Cassandra’s. although, deep down, Eugene still considers you a friend (for someone who is your rival, he sure does save you a lot in near-death or injury situations) and with some time, he accepts the fact that he has no chance now. He’d see that you make her happy, that you help and support her when she needs it, and so, he accepts this situation. But he still does tease you at times- that’s just how he is.
#tangled#tangled the series#tangled the movie#rapunzel's tangled adventure#tts#tts fandom#tts rapunzel#rapunzel x reader#x reader#disney#disney x reader#disney rapunzel#reader insert#fanfiction#headcanons event#headcanons#im so sorry for the delay#my life? in shambles lmfao#if anything happens to rapunzel i will kill everyone here and then myself
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#20 war timeline either with tfp kid or scouts
This ask game
This will be an interesting format I'm trying. Also a glimpse into Part 5: Airachnid Arc
The video on the flip phone had started, revealing Jack's face. "Hey, mom. I know this probably won't get to you right now, but I wanted to prepare this in case we did manage to send of message from this world. Because...we've practically been thrown into a backwards Middle Ages."
Miko ran up to Jack's video before pointing to her hair. "I can't dye my hair anymore! It's losing its color with every passing day!"
"Good news is that we're fine," Jack explained before shoving Miko away from him, "And we're safe with the Autobots."
Jack angled the phone to reveal the Autobots working diligently with the Survey Corps in prepping weaponry and improving technology. Jack managed to catch sight of Hanji and Ratchet arguing with each other with Rafael staring on in annoyance.
"Going about as well as you would expect," Jack continued as he redirected the phone towards himself again, "So yeah, long story short, there was a groundbridge malfunction that landed us on a world where humanity is on the brink of extinction and we have to help the humans to fight back against the Titans."
Jack gestured to the uniform he was wearing. "We ended up going to the Survey Corps and we've been learning how to fight."
"We're Medieval Spidermen!" Miko exclaimed with excitement.
"Pretty much," Jack agreed, "And we've made a few new friends."
The video began to shuffle around, indicating that Jack was walking over somewhere. When he lifted the phone again, he showed the 104th talking among themselves, but they became alerted to the presence of Jack.
"Mom, these are the newest members of the Survey Corps-!"
"And our new friends!" Miko added.
"Wait, we're friends?!" Sasha asked in surprise.
"Duh! You guys are the coolest soldiers ever!" Miko exclaimed.
"I hope that's not the only reason you want to be friends with us," Mikasa commented.
"It's a start," Miko proclaimed.
Jack pointed to each of them as he began listing them off by name. "This is Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Marco, Reiner, Bertholdt, Krista, Ymir, and Eren."
"And he can turn into a Kaiju!" Miko pointed to Eren, who was stunned by the show of dramatics.
"Different video," Jack told her.
"Aw, what?!" Miko whined.
"Look, mom is already worried about me and if we're alright. I'm not going to add Eren's case to the video to overwhelm her," Jack explained.
"Fair," Miko decided with a shrug, "Your mom is kinda judgy."
"She is not-!...okay maybe a little-!"
"HA!"
"I'm gonna ask Raf to edit that," Jack sighed.
"So you're trying to send this to your mom?" Armin asked in confusion as he looked at the screen. He was both perturbed and fascinated by his own reflection staring back at him and moving along with him.
"If the Bots can send a distress signal back to Earth, then at the very least I want my mom to get this," Jack explained, "She must be really worried about us."
"Good thing my host parents don't care too much about me," Miko said with a grin.
"That's awful!" Marco spoke up.
"Well it's because I scare them." Miko started to chuckle, pretending to be an evil villain.
"Eh heh heh," Marco laughed nervously.
"Okay, Miko-!" The video had fast forwarded to Jack now separated from the 104th.
"Well I had to break that up and we had to do some tasks ordered by Captain Levi," Jack explained.
"AKA, the Bey blading Master!" Miko chimed in once more.
"The Captain is still deciding whether or not he finds that offensive," Rafael warned her off-screen.
"I mean that as a compliment...and as disbelief," Miko added.
"We have to follow military protocol and the chain of command. Captain Levi is basically Erwin's second in command, and Commander Erwin is the one in charge of the Survey Corps. Wait, hey!" Jack exclaimed as Miko snatched his phone and turned it to show Erwin and Levi talking to each other.
"Erwin is the one that looks like Captain America," Miko explained, "And Levi looks like Ratchet on a good day."
"Okay now that has to be an insult," Jack insisted as he snatched the phone back, "There are quite a few people above us too. The one arguing with Ratchet is Hanji, and they are...extremely fascinating."
"I can't tell if they want to study the Bots or screw them," Miko proclaimed.
"Miko!" Jack and Rafael yelled in disgust.
"...maybe both," Miko decided.
"It could very much be both," Hanji proclaimed as they popped up behind Jack, scaring him. The scientist then took the phone from Jack and waved, "Don't worry, Miss Darby, your son is in capable hands."
"Okay thanks, I need people to stop taking my phone," Jack said to them.
"Hm...," Hanji pondered the thought, "I'm going to hold onto this!"
"Hey, wait!" but the video showed Hanji already running.
"I have theories!"
"You could just ask us about the phone!"
Jack had stopped the video when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He closed the phone saw Mikasa gesturing to the door they had found that lead to the underground.
"She's...down there," Sasha gulped.
"According to that old man," Jean added.
"Remember the plan," Marco reminded, "If we can do that, we should be fine."
Jack took a deep breath and took the first step, causing the others to follow.
(Free game: 44-46,10,14, 19, 22,23,26, 32,34-37,39. 18 has been asked.)
#attack on prime#transformers prime#tfp#attack on titan#send me asks#ao3#shingeki no kyojin#aot#asks#snk#jack darby#miko nakadai#rafael esquivel#tfp autobots#hanji zoe#levi ackerman#captain levi#erwin smith#marco bodt#armin arlert#snk 104th#survey corps#maccadam#macadam#what if the war continued on aop AKA the War Timeline#dialogue#dialogue prompt#dialogue prompts#sasha blause
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A3! Troupe Event: MY WORST WEDDING | Event Story Translation (4/11)
Neither Japanese nor English is my first language so please forgive me if I made mistake. However, feel free to point me out, I’d love to hear your feedbacks on the translation ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶
Translation under the cut
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Azami: Fuah~...
Kumon: Did you not sleep well?
Azami: I had a bit trouble falling asleep. I couldn’t tell Sakyo not to stay up late working on his stuff.
Kumon: Come to think of it, Sakyo-san’s sister came to our dorm yesterday right~. Did something happen?
Azami: Seems like she came to consult about Sakyo’s mother.
Kumon: Heh~. Sakyo-san’s mother is such a kind person, isn’t she!
Azami: You know her?
Kumon: She is nii-chan’s fan and she’s been supporting him all the time!
Azami: Ah–, is that so.
Kumon: I think she’ll come to Autumn Troupe’s next performance.
Azami: Now that you mention it, I’ve been thinking a lot ‘bout Juza-san’s hair makeup this time…
Kumon: Ah–! Wait! No spoilers here!
Azami: Hah?
Kumon: He’s a former soldier this time, so it’ll def be really cool...
I want to know, but I want to challenge myself without knowing anything until the performance starts…!
Azami: That’s impossible. We’re in the same dorm after all.
Kumon: Still no spoilers anyhow!
Azami: Well, I haven’t decided on Juza-san's hair makeup yet. Only Taichi-san’s role Olivia has costume coordination today.
Kumon: Ah, Taichi-san’s role is the woman who deceives the grooms right? I’m really looking forward to it!
*Shifts to practice room*
Izumi: Taichi-kun, it looks good on you! The impression has drastically changed.
Taichi: Heheh, I’ve turned into a perfect beautiful woman!
Yuki: It’s not that bad, is it.
Banri: Heh~, Olivia’s hair is purple, huh.
Azami: I’ve thought about it a lot, but this will suit the scene when she appears in the story.
The makeup also matches the color of the wig though, this looks fine.
Then, I’ll remove the makeup after the photoshoot, so Banri-san, please try doing it this time.
Banri: Roger that.
*Short timeskip*
Azami: Make the line a bit thicker here–– About this much.
Banri: …It’s done.
Azami: As expected of Banri-san, your sense is good.
Taichi: Oh~, it’s exactly the same as before!
Banri: When I actually tried Azami’s makeup, I can see that you think a lot about various things in detail. That’s awesome.
Azami: Obviously.
Banri: Well, but I only did the makeup just like the sample photo, so once I get used to it, I think I’ll be able to speed up even faster right before actual performance.
Yuki: And the rest are the costumes that go well with this hair makeup but— I bring lots of outfits for you guys to base on.
Izumi: This time main focus is the hair makeup, so the costumes will be later.
Yuki: First of all, this and this, try adjusting the sweatsuit lightly.
Taichi: ——How is it!?
Yuki: Your legs are so masculine!
Izumi: Zero’s costume was the one with the legs out right.
Yuki: Zero’s lively personality matched with the vibe Taichi’s legs give off, but the image this time is a bit different.
If they are put out as usual, it’ll definitely look manlike. The makeup will be mismatched and out of place.
Taichi: I’ll lose my muscles before the performance~.
Banri: Building muscles might be within your reach, but isn’t it impossible to lose them?
Taichi: Uh, maybe if I try not to use them as much as possible…?
Azami: You might not be able to move your body when you’re Noah.
Taichi: Ah~ That’s right!
Yuki: I’m not even asking for you to do something in particular. Just don’t gain any more muscles.
Since I’ll style the costumes according to Taichi’s body shape to match the hair makeup. Tighten his waist with a corset for example…
I think it might work if we cover his broad shoulders with a jacket, and show his skin with knee-high boots.
Izumi: That sounds great!
Taichi: As expected of Yuki-chan!
Yuki: Even if you only show the very least of your skin, I think the key here is that you can create a sexy look of the wicked woman.
Banri: I see… So there are various ways.
Azami: It’s also the same with different skin qualities though, it’s difficult to match because there are differences between men and women’s body shapes.
Yuki: It’s worth thinking about how to style the costumes for each roles considering actors’ body type anyway, I’m even more fired up.
Izumi: That’s the best part of being a costume designer, right.
Yuki: Taichi too, if you perform on stage in the costumes that are fit into your body, you’ll be able to act with confidence, won’t you.
Taichi: Yuki-chan!!
Banri: Our costume designer is really reliable.
Azami: (You’ll be more confident if wearing outfits that look good on you…)
Izumi: Well then, I’m looking forward to the costumes too.
Yuki: Leave it to me.
Azami: …Yuki-san, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about.
Yuki: ?
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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#a3! translation#autumn troupe#akigumi#autumn troupe’s 10th play#my worst wedding#my worst wedding translation#act addict actors#god blesses yuki for making olivia's costumes
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Another journal post comin' right at ya! This feels like it's going to be a bit more personal, but that's what I need to get back into things so here we go. TLDR: Being a shadow of myself and feeling like myself again, and color blindness and acupuncture!
I realized like. Yesterday. That I have been... unhappy. Everything in my life is actually everything that I've wanted, and is the foundation for the happiness that I want.
But the reason that I'm unhappy is because I haven't been myself. I haven't been living... intentionally, for lack of a better word. For the past like. Year and a half, maybe, I have been but a shadow of myself. I have been just absolutely blown around and toppled over by the slightest breeze of any emotion or thought, and have been in a near-constant trauma state. And when I wasn't in one of those things, I was either trying to recover/fortify from the next bout of wind, or engaging in distractions.
I am... tired of just being blown around and waiting to see what happens and hope that I'm okay. It's time for me to live intentionally, and not be a passive part of my life. It is my life, after all.
Anywho. I've been doing a lot of work, and I have a lot of work ahead of me. Self-cultivation, meditation, working on not being affected by thoughts and emotions, etc. It's been great, though. There are so many things that I've forgotten that I love. I've been spending more time meditating, and more time on my spiritual and energetic practice. Also my blog - obviously. It's just... I've missed all this, and it's really great to start feeling like myself again.
In other news. I don't really have too much spiritually/energetically to relate - but here is your fun acupuncture tidbit of the day! As it turns out - acupuncture it highly effective at treating color blindness! Honestly... this really has me shook. Because it's largely genetic, I just assumed that there was no treatment, and that it wasn't possible for anything outside of corrective surgery to fix it, which isn't really a thing.
But yeah, acupuncture and especially electro-acupuncture is VERY effective at treating color blindness! Like there are studies researching and showing the effectiveness of it. Just absolutely fascinating. Like it's just regular needles. And they don't even go into the eyes (though some points are veryy close to them - not looking forward to having those needled, heh). I love being able to study this. So cool.
Well. I don't really have too much else to add tonight, except for this - last night I was scrolling through some old notes on my phone, and I realized that my spiritual awakening started early 2019. It's been 5 years!! My god, it has felt so much longer than that, like a lifetime at least. But truly, what a wonderful, wonderful 5 years.
I hope that everyone has a wonderful night!
Blessings!
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[towards the light]
yo i practiced how to draw teeth just for this one and also the colors beat my ass i was struggling trying to figure out what to do i kept switching between wanting it more red and saturated or much less lol it was a pain but i think i like the result? also please see how carefully i rendered the hair like this im very proud of it heh
anyway its my favorite girl kei who i love very much prettiest girl in the whole world bby bby practiced storyteller can cite entire books if need be i love her so much i hope you will too one day hehe
#artists on tumblr#original art#art#illustration#digital art#oc art#original character#oc#oc artwork#procreate#pretty girl kei 😚😚#mint does art occasionally
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Assigning My Friends Fairy Type Pokemon Because I'm in Bed and also Bored
Mela: Granbull
I don't think there's a fairy that matches her vibe any better! They're both just as tough lookin! And, hey, the more doggies the merrier, right? Maybe it would get along with her Houndoom and Henry and Big Frickin Tony and all.
Giacomo: Grimmsnarl
Okay, see, I WANTED to go with a mon that like. Worked with his interests a little better. But come ON! Tell me Grimmsnarl doesn't fit right in with the rest of his team! I bet Grimmsnarl would make the perfect roadie, too. It could move all his equipment with those big strong hair fibers!
Atticus: Mimikyu
I think this guy works for Atticus because of the crafty cloth theming... like, they'd just be totally perfect for each other- Atticus could fix its little Pikachu costume whenever it needed fixing, and Mimikyu could show him cool ninja-y tricks like Shadow Sneak and whatever! Heh. I'm a genius.
Eri: Gallade
Okay, hear me out. Gallade is practically an Honorary Fairy Type. I mean, Drapion's totally an honorary bug type, right? So why doesn't Gallade get the same treatment? ALL of its previous evolutions were fairies!!!
Anyway, Gallade is totally an Eri-core fairy. It's superduper strong, it's brave, and it does everything it can to protect its friends!
Penny: Hatterene
I didn't say Sylveon cuz it would be wayyyy obvious. Hear me out, they have the same color hair (pink is a shade of red I don't make the rules) and they both like their personal space and Ophelia already loves her anyway, so... yeah. Plus Hatterene is psychic type and super super smart.
And that is my objectively correct take on the issue.
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2022 in review
in an effort to blog about art on my art blog more i will be writing a post covering my work in 2022 and maybe some aspirations going forward into 2023
2022 was the year of learning to paint! at the beginning i was really frustrated, a lot of my pieces were very hit or miss and i couldnt tell why some sucked and some fuckd. i nibbled at some online courses for fundamentals, James Gurney’s Color & Light book and Marco Bucci’s painting videos, and was looking for a mentor at one point but i think i stopped cuz i broke my thumb briefly lol
a piece from december 2021 that is just a bit random and i think representative of my stabbing in the dark
studying...
in June i split a schoolism sub with emma and it was an amazing decision. i think if you have limited time to practice drawing or dont know where to go the best thing is to take a course, and ive taken cheap or free courses online but the tutors on schoolism are top of the industry and the quality of their teaching is stellar imo. literally felt my brain explode with knowledge they are the best of the best. i finished the painting workout course with wouter tulp and ive dipped in and out of numerous others since then. its cool bcus u can study at your own pace.
July was artfight, i did talk about it here so not gonna repeat myself heh
then i was really busy with my MA, its been so fun and so exhausting. a year is so short and i want to try all the printing techniques and ceramics and everything cry. but hey now i know indesign and can make my own zines and stuff which is amazing. i also tabled at my first market :) i did really like it and would love to do more, dont want to put pressure on myself to do that this year but at least wanna visit them and scope out the audiences and stuff.
school really is making me appreciate traditional art again, tbh it is nothing like digital. you just cant get that chaos or physical resistance from your materials in digital, everything is very deliberate and constructed and almost predictable. ive started to incorporate more traditional work into my pieces where i can, especially photobashing. i can use photos i offhandedly took years ago and it feels really nice to get to repurpose them.
a spread from my school project, a book about one of my passions (i chose the story of how i got into elden ring!!!) i made it from paper cutting, photobashing, and digital. (im going to sell pdf and physical copies in the new year)
so circling back to the start of the year, i think you can see marked progress in my illustrations that ive posted here. i think i learned a lot about techniques within a painting but i want to learn more about pictorial composition bcus my default tends to be 3:4, portrait, charas centre, and i want to break that habit and tell more effective stories :)
over the past 2 years ive been incorporating more realism into the characters i draw and trying to be really deliberate with what features, proportions etc they have.
a 2021 isa and a 2022 isa
i think i want to maintain this level of detail because its descriptive enough for my needs but i want to push it to be more dynamic and stylised. i really admire the way disney animators like jin kim do it. its because im not confident enough with structure and anatomy to really play with it.
on the other hand with life drawing i really want to do more realism and capture exactly whats in front of me because i think i rely on style as a crutch too much hahaha.
from december. proud of these!!!
thats whats on my mind really. again really dont want to put any undue pressure on myself and i am going to be really busy until october at least. i am seriously proud of my progress in 2022. and im really looking forward to playing bloodborne x
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I asked the other blog because I thought it might be too tangential, heh. So here I am, back where I began.
And you've tried "sir" and "mx" so far; I'll give you one more guess. Ah, but that's a trifle compared to MAGIC RAMBLINGS.
(Consider this an open invitation to ramble about all the magic. I want to hear about all of it. I came for the necromancy but I certainly am not turning down anything else.)
Here I am playing Gender Roulette. 🤡
I think I've talked about my version of Necromancy before a few months back, but not in full proper detail. I just gave y'all the sparknotes version of it.
Since Necromancy is being asked, Imma just ramble about Necromancy. You can ask me more about the other magics from the poll in separate asks, since I don't wanna clog this one.
Okay so, Necromancy. It's originally a Blessed Magic from the Death Goddess Blair onto a family in Bellhollow and to a few more from the South Eastern countries of Gaia. It's now become a Learnt Magic in recent centuries, with all the grimoires and codexes about it that were written by said families that are easily accessible in The Chancery.
There are three subtypes of Necromancy: Summoning, Exorcism, and Prophecy. A magus of this magic can have two or all three if they're able to handle its toll.
Summoning
The subset that Necromancy is mostly known for
No, you're not gonna "do bones, motherfucker". You summon either spirits or fiends (demons, mostly) that you made a Pact Bind with
Magi under this subset are usually "cursed" for having so many fiends attached to their soul, though powerful depending on what kind of fiend
Spirits are everywhere, so it is easier to summon them
Can talk to and interact with said spirits once receiving Second Senses
Can evoke madness and dread onto a person by sending a Haunt towards them
Spirits and fiend don't always listen to the command of their summoner. Spirits continue to have a will of their own even when summoned, and fiend see their "summoner" as an equal due to both parties consenting to the Pact Bind.
You can bring back a dead someone to life, by doing this very complicated ritual, but why would you?
Exorcism
We already know what this is
Usually goes hand in hand with Summoner subset, incase their summoned spirit or fiend starts feeling a bit rebellious
Banish any unwanted spirit or entity from a certain area, object, or person with ease in almost an instant
Exorcists with Second Senses can interact with said spirits, though that also means that the spirit can harm them in return
When I mean "entity" I mean every single creature that isn't of Gaia (Angels, Demons, Fae etc,.)
Can work well with Runesmith magic, since this magic also involves some protection charms against spirits
Can you exorcise yourself from a Haunt casted by a different Necromancer? Yeah, you can
Can you banish the soul of a recently revived person back to Purgatory? Yes.
Prophecy
Oracle of Delphi, but it's just the future death of a random person or loved one
It's a dreadful gift, since there isn't anything that can be done about it
The person of this magic slowly grows blind overtime with each prophecy received
Get a badass spooky title of "Seer of Death" and the like
You only go to them if you want to know how much time you have left
Usually the disciples or holy people of the Death Goddess
Common Stuff between them
Visitant's Vision - OG eye color turn to gray eyes upon receiving and practicing; can only see spirits and hidden entities that aren't bound to you. They can see you, just not interact.
Second Senses - Five Senses Deluxe; only those who are Blessed receive this; can fully interact (see, hear, touch etc.,) with spirits and hidden entities, and that means they can do the same to you for better or worse
Gain one or all of these things from witnessing death and dealing with spirits and fiend's for too long: madness, paranoia, panic disorders, PTSD/C-PTSD, phobias towards: crowds, loud noises, people staring, the dark, and aversity to touch. This usually leads to the magus living in isolation far away from a city, or in the care of family.
Whether you like it or not, the Death Goddess is your patron now.
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ask game title - you are my favourite hello and my hardest goodbye
This is easily summarized with "despicable me minions in game of thrones".
You are probably like, "did I read that right?!" And yes, yes you did. I turned what you thought would be a nice romantic (maybe smutty?) prompt into something else heh.
You ain't winning over my crack energy today Satan.
-o-o-o-o-
“Infantry wins battles, logistics wins wars.” said Army General John J. Pershing, commander of the American Expeditionary Forces on the Western Front during WWI.
The minions are pretty darn handy with logistics, no?
So the Westeros lords all want to win an allegiance with the mysterious nation of oddly shaped yellow... men. Things. Whatever it is.
No one knows where these men came from or how they came to be so oddly shaped. No one really cares - they only care about what these yellow men can do. Westeros is oddly pragmatic that way.
Legend has it that the minions were the ones to construct the wall and defeat the long night.
The yellow in the Baratheon's house colors is actually an acknowledgement to the Baratheon longstanding alliance with the yellow minions since even before the House's founding. People say that this is the real reason why Robert's Rebellion was successful; the minions refused to support the Targaryen.
(Well okay, it was really that the Mad King didn't think that the minions deserved banana salaries; Robert was more than happy to agree to such a deal.)
But when Joffrey ascends the throne amidst all those claims of incest and bastardy... the minion's refusal to continue serving the House of Baratheon seems to only cement claims of Joffrey's non-Baratheon relations.
(Again, Joffrey went practically the same way as the Mad King Aerys and refused to give the minions a banana salary increase.)
But this also means that the minions are up for grabs again.
And the fun fact that minions can survive dragon fire only makes them even MORE appealing as rumors about Daenerys Targaryen's dragons reach Westeros.
[check out other fic ideas in the #made up fic title ask game]
#make up fake fic title ask game#despicable me#game of thrones#game of thrones idea#despicable me minions in game of thrones au
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