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konigbabe · 9 months

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pearls before swine

DAY 6 ⇢ Monster-fucking Pairing: kitsune!Satoru Gojo x fem!reader Word count: 2.7k Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; public sex; p-in-v; exhibitionism; dirty talk; hints of praise kink; manhandling; Gojo has a tale (nine of them altogether) and fangs; mention of blood/bleeding; Japanese mythology and folklore Summary: Visiting the Shinto shrine – somehow – leads to you getting wrecked by a mischievous trickster fox on an open balcony and with no shame. [Part of NSFW Gojo Week 2023]. Divider is mine. Art credit goes to 月刺啾 (@/x2MciyELLRZRhg1) on Twitter [source].

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kitsune 狐 /kɪtˈsuː.neɪ/ noun; a Japanese fox spirit capable of shapeshifting into human form and are known to be cunning and playful, mysterious and malevolent.

You've heard the stories. Read about them. Creatures that use their shape-shifting abilities to take on human form and fool people into doing whatever they want. Tricking their prey into surrendering their deepest emotions and desires – the very essence of life itself.

In the midst of the Azalea festival, when the flowers are in full bloom – teal, lilac, and violet hues painting a pastoral picture – it's hard to find a quiet place. Especially near the main sanctuary of the Shinto shrine. Moving near the offering hall, that was when you first spotted him, towering over everyone.

He was standing beside a fox statue, arm draping over the sculpture's head, fingers as slender and agile as a ballet dancer's tracing the contours of the fox's snout. Your senses felt as though they were playing tricks on you as you watched his eyes – so pale they seemed to shimmer like a frozen lake, its lightness bordering on translucence – glide across the courtyard until they reached your kimono-clad body.

But it wasn't his demeanor – dismissive and blasé, laced with a hint of curiosity – that rendered you speechless. No. Rather, it was his appearance – a fusion of the human and the surreal. Japanese have a word for that: ‘yūgen'.

A shock of silver hair framed his face, its strands made of liquid mercury, catching the faint light of the morning sun. Yet, what truly seized your gaze were the symbols on his face – three sapphire tear-shaped drops gracing the lower edges of his almond-shaped eyes, a matching azure line tracing his waterline, gently extending beyond the corners of his eyes. Two cobalt dots adorned each corner of his upturned mouth, while another trio of sapphire lines adorned his forehead, with the middle one flowing onto the bridge of his sharp nose – reminiscent of the wind's delicate patterns. His skin porcelain-smooth and pale, accentuating the ethereal quality of his appearance.

And for some inexplicable reason, you appeared to be the only one capable of seeing him – it. Coming to a halt beneath the torii gate, he turned his head slightly, a strand of silvery hair cascading down over his left eye. The world around you seemed to hush, a stillness setting in; time itself stilling when his eyes locked onto yours from afar, leaving your lips parted in both awe and intrigue.

"You look so pretty," he murmurs, lips gliding over your neck, "when you're at my mercy."

The sharp sting of his fangs gliding under your ear, tracing the probing vein, causes goosebumps to form and travel along the spines of your arms and legs. You feel the warm hiss of his breath, the hot roughness of his tongue against your neck. Toes curling, feet dirty from the ground as the fox pounds into you. Hands gripping the wooden railing of the small balcony that overlooks a pond with koi fish swimming peacefully in.

You're not sure if someone has seen you yet. Seen the lewd image of getting fucked by someone – something – not entirely humane.

The sharp edges of his claws dig into your hips, kimono long discarded on the floor. Naked body swaying in the rhythm to the sharp thrusts. Softness melting into hardness. Satoru – his name echoed in your mind when his hand first touched your skin; as if you were already familiar with the fox – pulls you back to meet his hips, bare body dressed only in his haori, the same sapphire shade as his eyes, draped over his shoulders, arms hidden underneath the silken jacket.

Each stroke of his cock massages your walls, spreading apart the tender flesh between your legs. The ridge of his head presses up against that sweet spot deep inside you. Your thighs press together so you can feel it again. Little sparks of pleasure shoot through your body, making you moan as he brushes over everything that feels good.

"Huh–," his nails, razor-sharp and dangerous, rake over your abdomen. The palm presses flat against the contour of your tummy – hard – as if he's trying to feel how the tip of his cock bruises the opening of your cervix with each thrust. "Eeaasy now," his voice silky smooth just like his skin, "shush, we don't want anyone seeing you like this, right?"

A particularly loud moan emanates from your chest; his words drawn out by the pleasure surging through your veins. Mind feeling too good to be inhibited by anything else.

"Or do you want your friends to see you getting fucked by the devil like me," Satoru's tone lingers in the back of your head. The hand on your abdomen moving downward, toying with your clit. Rubbing circles before pressing against its sides.

You can feel him smile against your neck as he continues to thrust deep into you, each movement harder and faster than the last. His claws dig into your hips, biting into the skin there in a way that's both abrasive and soothing.

"I can't," the breath rushes out of you, leaving your head spinning and the earth swimming as Satoru pulls back to watch you clutch the railing. You're sure you're going to collapse at any moment, but you can feel him watching as your knuckles grind into the wood. Until he’s leaning in again, lips exploring your shoudlerblades,, "I can't–Satoru–hngh."

He's warm. The skin of his chest presses flat against your arching back.He turns his hips into you; the pressure mounts at your core, building up to a burning coil. Lewd sounds of skin slapping skin heating up your cheeks, burning your ears as shame tickles at the edges of your mind.

It's blaring. Flashy.

Loud.

"Hehe," he chuckles against your shoulder and you feel his teeth sink into the flesh there, careful not to puncture the delicate skin, "what pretty sounds we make."

And for a moment, you allow yourself to drown. To have the fox ravage you. Cock thrusting deep inside and with each withdrawal, your slickness sloshing out of you. Messy and wet. Coating your thighs in it. And yet it urges Satoru to go harder. Deeper.

Leaning over your body, his hands press along your ribcage before coming to rest on the tops of your shoulders. The weight of him feels like it's anchoring you in place – even though all he’s doing is encircling you with his arms and keeping no distance between your two bodies.

Thick white lashes that frame his eyes hide his true feelings while the half-smile playing on his lips remains unchanged.

His thumbs make tiny circles beneath your breasts, brushing across their undersides. A whimper escapes your lips when he pulls away, pulls out. The sudden emptiness prompting a muffled sound from the back of your throat – which earns you a playful slap on the curve of your ass.

"You're very loud, you know that?"

Satoru turns you around, hands remaining on your ribcage as he lifts you up effortlessly. Legs reflectively wrapping around his narrow hips, feeling his hipbones dig into the fat of your thighs. His presence suffocating the air from your lungs with a humid heat.

Your arms strain as you grip the railing behind you, body in the air while Satoru's arm supports your back, the other hand gripping his slick cock.

"It's not–agh," he pats your aching nub before gliding the tip over your slit, collecting the leaking wetness, "not like that."

He grins at you, eyes staring into yours with twinkles of mischief – or lust? – while smearing prespend over your swollen, empty hole.

"So you're not enjoying this," bending over you, kisses your nerves awake, his cheek nudges your head to the side so his lips can nibble at the taut skin of your jawline. And your eyes widen in shock.

People. More than a dozen people walking towards the chōzuya, a water well adjacent to the worship hall right next to the small sightseeing open building on which's balcony you're currently are in. Naked, legs wrapped around a kitsune, body completely exposed.

Just one look to the left is all anyone needs to do.

"Your body's burning," Satoru's breath scorches your ear. His cock, hard and pulsing, teases your entrance until it aches sweetly, "heh–want me to stop, pretty?"

"Ngh–" you shake your head, "don't stop."

"Good, now–," his lips graze yours the moment he slides the tip of his cock inside. Chest rambling with a sound distinctively similar to purring, "be a good girl and let me fuck you."

With that, he snaps his hips until he's buried inside of your cunt, filling you to the brink. Lowering his mouth to your skin, his fangs once again graze your shoulder blade; move alongside your clavicles until he reaches your sternum. Every deep exhale through his nose leaves an imprint on your flesh. It makes you feel like you're burning. Hot coals pressed against your skin.

His hands grip your ass. Kneading the flesh as he sets a relentless pace. Sinking deep inside with each drive of his hips.

Pushing yourself off the railing, you carefully swing your arms over his shoulders. Chest flush against his, you moan when your sensitive nipples graze the hard muscle of his torso.

"Ahh, Satoru–," your face buries in the mop of his hair when you feel his lips encircle your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue over the mound as he drives his cock in and out of your cunt; so slick and dripping that you feel almost no friction altogether, "feels so good."

His teeth nip at the soft meat of your breast, nipple glossy with saliva as he moves his attention to the other one. You feel it then – or maybe it's been there the whole time – a brush against your thigh; initially thinking it to be his hand. Only they both lay flat against your ass. It's soft. Thick. Bushy. And it wasn't there before, yet it moves around you, slithers until it rests along the length of your thigh.

"You're taking me so well, pretty," his pelvis rubs your clit each time he bottoms out, moving you to sit on the old, creaky wooden railing, allowing his heads to roam your body – which he takes full advantage of – and only tightening the band inside your abdomen, "makes me not wanna feed."

His words fly over your head. Mind fuzzy and empty. Instead, you gasp for breath, the need for air becoming desperate as you clutch onto Satoru, whose relentless thrusts show no signs of faltering.

Toes twitching, your legs tremble around his hips. Moan after moan escaping your throat as your hips grind against his, a pathetic attempt to meet his harsh thrust and grind on his pelvis – to feel at least a tiny slither of pressure against your swollen bud – to which Satoru takes notice. Hand moving to your hip, he squeezes the flesh before moving his thumb over your clit, toying with it.

You feel another bushy tail slither onto your other thigh; it makes your eyes open. That's when you finally take notice of his full nature. He doesn't have actual tails. Instead, something vaguely resembling tails slithers from behind his back. Translucent with blueish hue. You're capable of seeing through them all. The same hue radiates from his skin, from the patterns decorating his face–

Satoru's lips continue their assault on your nipples as curiosity floods your veins.

–it's almost like small clouds taking shape, flying over his body. It's –

"Beautiful," you whimper, feeling him stir underneath your palms. The fox looks up, hips stilling with his full cock warm inside you.

"What did you say," he asks. Eyes leaving the image before you, you cup his face with one hand, locking your gaze onto his – fire meeting ice.

"I said that you're beautiful," your lips trace his nose, the tear-shaped drops underneath his eyes. The dot on the corner of his lips before grazing the soft plumpness of his mouth. It sends tingles through you. A jolt. As if you were touching a sacred artifact, fingers cautiously exploring every curve and contour of his face left behind.

Satoru's breath catches, and he closes his eyes, allowing your exploration to continue for a while.

"Hah," his lips catch yours, an arm sneaking around your middle to bring you closer, the thumb on your clit rubbing and flicking against the nerve, making you whimper into his mouth, "you're the pretty one," he mumbles against your mouth.

Slowly moving his hips back, you feel every ridge and contour of his cock against your insides until only the head remains locked in. Then he snaps. Pushes forward with a newfound fervor.

Satoru's tongue flicks over yours. Sweetness tinges your senses. Like ripe berries on a warm summer day.

"The tasty one," he pulls away, forehead resting against yours as he feels your cunt flutter.

The tension inside your abdomen grows. Coiling around your insides like a tautly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment. Every deliberate movement from him tightens the invisible band.

With each flick of his thumb, your breath hitches, body quivers in response, cunt tightening around him. Each stroke of his cock. Sharp tongue tracing a searing path over your fevered skin, igniting your senses with each pass. Satoru's focus shifts – from your jaw to your neck, to your sternum, leaving no inch untouched by his maddening touch.

His hand squeezes the pliant flesh of your ass, giving it a gentle slap every once in a while when his cock brushes your cervix. You plead for release, voice a breathless whisper against his mouth. His response a flicker of dominance, fingers teasing your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Satoru–mmph–so close," your lips seal over his marking, eyes squeezing shut to contain the overwhelming sensations, "m'gonna cum."

"Then cum," he encourages, his voice a seductive purr as he flicks your swollen clit, "wanna see the face you make, pretty."

The tension reaches its breaking point with the roll of his tongue over your lower lip. The invisible band stretched to its limit. Every sensation, every touch, and every word weaves together into a pool of desire. Making you teeter on the edge, held captive by his electrifying presence, until finally, with one last snap, the tension shatters like glass. The band snaps.

"Ah, Satoru–"

"Ugh–there we go," pain mixes with pleasure. Fangs sinking into your shoulder, his claws dig into the meat on your hips. It stings when your skin is raptured. Crimson beads trail down towards his pivoting hips, fucking you through the orgasm. Through the overwhelming pleasure. Through your body spasming, cunt contracting against his cock.

He doesn't stop.

Not until the world fades away.

(Guess you should have seen that coming. What is the saying? Never trust a fox.)

"Hey, c'mon. Wake up."

You sense hands on your shoulders, shaking you vigorously. As you reluctantly open your eyes, a familiar face hovers above you, bathed in a soft, afternoon light, accompanied by a group of others. Your friend gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, grounding you as you blink away the remnants of slumber.

Oh no.

Hastily lowering your gaze, relief washes over you when you realise you're fully dressed. But if you're fully dressed…

"What happened?" you croak, voice tinged with confusion, the world still hazy around the edges.

Nothing seems to add up right now.

"You tell me," your friend grins, their features coming into sharper focus as the surrounding crowd gradually dissolves. "You told me you were gonna buy some shinsen for the offering hall but you disappeared. An employee found you here," you scan your surroundings, recognizing the familiar balcony in front of you, "sleeping on a bench. Completely passed out. Out of it. She couldn't even wake you up."

Sleeping on a bench.

"Sorry," you mutter, fingers instinctively rubbing your eyes, senses now fully awakened.

Was it all a dream? "Guess I got tired."

It couldn't be a dream. Not when you push yourself to stand up and feel the strain in your legs. Stickiness. Slickness between your thighs.

"What's that?" your friend points towards your clenched fist. Opening your hand, palm up, both of you gaze at a small, iridescent bead with barely discernible sapphire swirls dancing across its smooth surface.

"Don't know."

"Looks like a fox's pearl. They sell those at the charm shop," your friend nods their head towards a nearby charm shop before both of you start walking. Time to go home.

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 10 days

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A & 🕶️, the rest is up to you! <3 (@a-little-unsteddie)

Thanks for the prompt. I'm having way too much fun with this mafia AU! 🤣😎

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Forbidden flowers

Words: 971

Rated: M

Tags: Mafia AU; mob boss Dick Harrington; mobster Eddie Munson; obsessive behavior; stalking; lust at first sight; sexual fantasies; violent imagery

Notes: Part 1

Richard Harrington’s house is a fucking palace.

The fact shouldn't be as surprising, maybe. It pays well, being the boss of the city's criminal underbelly, even Eddie knows that. Not like he's planning on staying one of Harrington's lowly little hitmen forever. Don't get him wrong, he's good at what he does, but that doesn’t mean he wants to go on doing it forever, bloodying his hands fighting the boss's fights. He wants his own share of the money, the power, the splendor of it all. A guy can dream, can't he?

Speaking of dreams, even his wildest ones seem pale and bland, now that he's seen the house from the inside. Leaving the higher-ups to talk business in Harrington's office, he has strayed through light-flooded halls decked in expensive art and sculptures, footsteps echoing on marbled floors, until he finally found a pair of glass doors leading outside.

The patio opens into a lush garden. It looks like something from an Italian postcard - dominated by gleaming marble and lean pillars, overgrown with a sea of white and purple hydrangea bushes. Their fragrance hangs in the hot summer air, thick and sweet and almost cloying. Sparkling behind the blossoms is a huge, lavish pool.

In the water is a fucking nymph.

Eddie pauses, unlit cigarette halfway to his mouth, ducking between the flower bushes to hover closer. The boy in the pool doesn't notice him, too focused on doing his laps. Eddie watches his lean muscles flex as he glides through the water, watches how sun-bronzed skin glistens in the sun, and feels something curdle in his gut.

Want.

White-hot and all-consuming, more overwhelming and intense than anything he's ever felt in his life.

He doesn't know how long he stays hidden between the flowers and stares. At some point, the boy swims over to the far end and hoists himself out of the pool - one long, graceful ripple of those muscled arms and shoulders. He shakes the water from his thick, chestnut hair before padding over to the deck chairs standing a small way off, still blissfully unaware of Eddie’s eyes following his every move. A small water bottle is standing at the ready on a side table, droplets of condensed liquid glistening on the glass. The boy takes it, tips back his head and empties it with a few deep, greedy gulps. His throat - long, and graceful and dotted in moles - bops with it. Then, not bothering with the towel hanging over the backrest, he flops down on one of the chairs, sopping wet and half naked, stretching out in the sunlight like a content cat.

Eddie decides one thing, then and there.

Fuck the money. Fuck the splendor and the power and the glory, fuck all of it. Let him just have that boy.

Let him feel that body writhe under his. Let him tangle his fingers into that glorious swoop of hair and tilt back that head, let him sink his teeth into the soft, golden skin of that neck. Let him hear his own name, near unrecognizable with despair and pleasure, fall from those pink lips. Let him have all of this, and he'll die a happy man.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Eddie lets out a startled noise he'll absolutely deny making later and whips around. Gareth is leaning in the open patio door, regarding him with crossed arms and a furious expression.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” Eddie croaks.

Gareth shakes his head at him.

“Long enough to see you slink around in the bushes, staring at the boss's son like a total creep,” he hisses. “C'mon, let's go. Harrington will take out your eyes with a rusty screwdriver if he catches- are you listening to me?”

“No,” Eddie says absentmindedly, already pushing apart the branches again. Lilac petals rain down onto his boots. “That's Harrington's son? Didn't even know he had one.”

“No, that's his gardener,” Gareth scoffs behind him, but still goes on to answer Eddie’s unspoken question. “Rumor has it daddy and him don't … get along that well. Harrington wants him to take over the firm but Junior isn't exactly interested. Likes the money and the lifestyle, obviously, but not so much the violence and bloodshed that comes with it.”

Eddie thinks he'd drench the entire world in blood for one taste of those lips.

Gareth tugs on his arm.

“C'mon,” he says again. “Before anyone sees us. I'd like to keep my eyes, I'm sorta attached to them.”

Eddie sighs in defeat, casting one long, reluctant glance through the leaves and petals. Then, following a sudden impulse, he reaches out and snaps off a branch with a thick, vibrant cluster of violet blossoms on the end.

Gareth gawks at him.

“Are you insane? You can't just pluck flowers from the boss's garden!”

Eddie shrugs lazily, bringing the blossoms up to his nose. Their scent is sweet and enticing and full of forbidden possibilities.

“Don’t see him around, do you?”

Gareth groans and turns to go. “I dunno why I put up with you.”

Eddie smiles, slowly following after his retreating back. At the threshold, he pauses and turns one last time. The boy is dozing in the sun, eyes closed, droplets of water glistening on his body like so many tiny diamonds. Eddie raises the branch in his hand - a secret parting salute.

“See you soon, little nymph,” he mutters.

He strides towards the front door with a new spring in his step. Because he knows exactly what it is he wants now, and he knows that he will not stop before he has it.

And if that means wrestling Richard Harrington’s crown from his cold, dead hands, and setting his empire aflame, and painting the ashes red? That is something he will gladly do.

Steve, meanwhile: Huh, wonder who that loser lurking in the flowers was. What a weirdo. Kinda cute, though ...

Part 3

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ramblingoak · 8 months

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~~ The Outlaw Brides Masterpost ~~

~ A series of stories set in the Old West...Tragedy befalls the Emeritus family when their abbey is destroyed. Each brother's story will focus on the journey they take to cope with the aftermath and the love they find along the way ~

~ Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ After being forced into a marriage with Mr. Saltarian by your father you are sent west to his estate in Nevada. Along the way you end up meeting one of the cowboys you have always fantasized about… ~

Chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9 ~ 10 ~ 11 ~ 12 ~ 13

Ficlets:

Little Thief ~ Secondo x Female Reader ~ You had made a name for yourself robbing the casinos that dotted the Old West but after visiting The Ministry and getting involved in a gun fight the man known as Papa gives you another...

The Cardinal's Bride Prelude ~ Copia takes some time away from the others before he decides to follow through with his plan

A Flower Crown for a Cowboy ~ Copia x Female Reader ~ You enjoy a quiet afternoon in a field of dandelions with your cowboy

Napping With An Outlaw ~ Mary Goore x Reader ~ Mary shows up at your door after being injured

I also made a Spotify playlist and a Pinterest board with outfit inspiration pics so please check those out too if you're interested!

Part One / Two / Three / Napping With A Monster ~ A rewrite of parts of The Cardinal's Bride but now they're vampires!

~~ Future Stories ~~

The Morningstar's Bride

Read The Morningstar for a prequel to Terzo's story!

Terzo x Female Reader

You've been on your own for quite some time and have earned quite the reputation for robbing banks. Your latest job is going according to plan until you find yourself face to face with an old lover. Terzo claims to be there to stop you and bring you to justice, but you can see the same twinkle in his eyes that was there when you first met. Will he turn you in to collect the bounty or is it time for The Morningstar to start terrorizing the Old West once more?

The Gambler's Bride

Secondo x Female Reader

Secondo's tale of romance and adventure in the Old West.

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undercoverpena · 3 months

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HAPPY HOUR with jo

sometimes, a poll happens here on a Thursday. but this week a good thing happened to me (I passed my exam, will I shut up about this? eventually, but not today) and to celebrate I thought we could celebrate one another? sometimes, real life is hard, and this is our sanctuary to escape to, and while I can’t bring cake or flowers to everyone, I thought this is a nice way to let people feel celebrated. so let’s have a happy hour (will continue until the asks stop). you can begin sending in now, but I’ll begin answering in a few hours.

rules:

✨ be positive

to enter happy hour, either send in:

✨ something good that happened to you this week that you want to share and celebrate

✨ share that you completed making a challenging gif set, writing a oneshot/series or creating a piece of art? send in a link, let’s eat cake over it it! (only rules for this one is that it has to be the one you’re proudest of to do date — only because there’s lots of lovely fic rec spaces and im not trying to smother over them with this)

✨ a nice message to someone you love on tumblr dot com

✨ share a happy thot or idea over characters — let’s ramble

✨ share your fave photo of pedro or ppcu character

✨ anything positive you’d love to share

and just add #HappyHour within your ask

for those that reblog, if you’re inspired to start your own, please feel free to copy my rules and guidelines, but please just link back to this/tag me so I can see all the positive! 🩷

tagging some no pressure moots: @thetriumphantpanda @hellishjoel @goodwithcheese @secretelephanttattoo @psychedelic-ink @fuckyeahdindjarin @janaispunk @swiftispunk @joelscruff @mrsmando @morallyinept @lavendertales

#happy hour with jo #fun games #jo’s thoughts #positive ✨

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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masterlist.

this post includes every drabble + headcanon I've ever written, which contains both SFW and NSFW content, so before proceeding on your read, please check the tags properly.

other : hard thoughts + timestamps

scenarios

them as kindergarten teachers : fluff "I think I deserve a kiss" : fluff when you're dating another member : angst their reaction to you wanting to cuddle - as bffs : fluff, hurt/comfort when you pull another members photocard: fluff, crack them accidentally pissing their crush off : fluff, angst, crack

headcanons

mtl to have s*x the longest : smut mtl to be into praising vs degrading : smut mtl to ghost you for a couple of days : slice of life their styles/habits as subs : smut, slice of life

bang chan

rooftop : coworkers to fwb, smut we're never, ever, ever getting back together : exes to lovers, angst pool party : strangers to mutual pining, fluff, hurt/comfort

lee minho

camping : established relationship, smut cat shelter : friends to lovers, fluff

seo changbin

obedience : established relationship, smut takeout : neighbors to lovers, fluff, crack whole once more : established relationship, fluff.

hwang hyunjin

photo album : childhood friends to lovers, fluff that one fateful night : model!au, enemies with benefits, smut, angst art piece : established new relationship, domestic fluff kiss and make up : established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff

han jisung

craving you : established relationship, fluff, suggestive distraction : childhood friends to lovers, smut, fluff you fell first, but I fell harder : college!au, mutual pining, fluff

lee felix

connect the dots : established relationship, domestic fluff stargazing : established relationship, fluff, suggestive teach me : established new relationship, smut, fluff

kim seungmin

the prettiest of flowers : established relationship, fluff keep it on : established relationship, smut, fluff good enough : established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort

yang jeongin

post-concert : fwb trope, smut on the way home : established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff care of you : domestic fluff, established relationship

#skz masterlist #stray kids masterlist

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anna-hawk · 4 months

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Red Blossom

Based on a deliciously hot fanart by @nkeiiin, whose art never stops inspiring me 🧡🧡🧡

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Summary: Frank Castle has an auto repair shop next to flower shop owner Matt Murdock. Frank finds himself regularly observing the florist moving easily through his plants and flowers. They haven't talked a lot, but after they mutually help each other out, they slowly get closer.

Rating: E 🔞 // Status: 6/6 // Current WC: 26,9k

Tags and warnings: Alternate Universe – No powers, Flower shop AU, Mechanic!Frank, Florist!Matt, slow burn, friends to lovers, fluff, explicit content, semi-public sex

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Excerpt:

Frank was sitting at his desk in the manager’s office, and taking a long drag from his mug of coffee while he browsed through the more urgent invoices he had to send out. A loud, metal sound coming from outside his repair shop had him lifting his head and turning it towards the source of the noise. His office’s window was giving onto the corner of the narrow alley running to one side of his building. Right next to Frank’s shop and across that alley, was a flower shop, where Frank was currently watching a man in the process of rolling up the rolling shutters. Frank checked the time on his wristwatch and smiled to himself; 7.30 on the dot. The flower shop owner always arrived at the same time, right on time, five times a week. Since he tended to get to work before 7AM on most days, Frank had had the time to notice the ritual of his neighbor in the six months since he’d opened the repair shop in Hell’s Kitchen. During that time, they had exchanged a few quick words, but Frank hadn’t found out much more about him, both of them busy with their respective jobs. He knew the obvious, like his name, since it was written underneath the shop name on the storefront, that he was punctual, and most of all, that he was blind. The latter information was something that had Frank speechless whenever he saw Matt Murdock gracefully navigating the flower displays outside the shop, a large pot or vase in each arm, or showing his customers to this or that plant and flower, with no sign of the white cane he used when he arrived or left.

After outgrowing his previous auto repair shop in Queens and opening this one right next to a florist, Frank had expected Murdock to complain about the noise and the smells. Frank had walked up to the flower shop a couple of days after they’d opened up for business, to introduce himself and excuse any future racket. Murdock had smiled lightly and waved away Frank’s concern, but Frank had still waited for the other shoe to drop. The street they were sitting on was rather busy, meaning that Frank’s shop wasn’t the one making the most noise, but the place he’d bought used to be a row of three garages and caused minimal disturbance. Murdock had never said anything, however. He’d even gifted them a small potted plant a few weeks in. The plant was now sitting in Frank’s office and one of his employees was taking care of it because Frank had no idea how to look after anything green.

#frank castle x matt murdock #fratt #the punisher #daredevil #frank castle #matt murdock #fratt fanfiction #frank castle fanfiction #matt murdock fanfiction #frankmatt #mes fics #complete fic

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abyssmalice · 21 days

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(doodles baby harbingy tonitoni, filters the grayscale into pink, immediately Leaves—

ygdyusgudcuygdyu ok the pink filter is more just me slapping things on at random while attempting to darken the lines to be a little more visible but anyway no one - and not even me - can read my tiny handwriting regardless!!)

the handwriting is meant to be some of my notes on this design:

while still a draft overall, this is tonitoni's design while still in training to be a harbinger (so aged 9, roughly) !!

her color palette is still tbd to me, but for now, i think it's a mixture of red, white, black and grey with maybe a hint of gold - not to mimic the typical harbinger palette, but more in line with the lower-tier grunts of the fatui like the fatui agents and such

the design is me trying to balance a sort of "special fatui" vibe with a "innocent and cute" + "refined" quality, sorta hence the sweeter elements like ribbons and rose patterns on her clothes, but still has sharper details like the metallic chains and rose buttons/clasps along with the fatui logo (as seen on her coat + as a small hairpin)

yes she wears her hair down during this time. kinda to hint at her still being a little "lost" as probably, her family would be the one to do her hair but now there's no one and she has yet to learn how to do it herself

her coat piece is semi-based on the coat worn by female fatui npcs

also a side note i threw in the far corner says "pattern of four" - because i idly noticed that some details in her design come in sets of four, which i think is neat even if only for pure symbolism sake (four being the number for death, four also being in defiance to teyvat's rule of three, indicating she's just Different(TM) - and some such lol)

#flower art dot tag;#era | (burn the myths and melt the rules);#aesthetic | (who are we in these frills and fancies);

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bigbangharringrove · 4 months

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Mr Steve and the Monster Hunter

Author: @dragonflylady77 (Ao3: dragonflylady77) Artist: @adelacreations Beta Reader: @adelacreations

Summary: Steve gets the surprise of his life when one of his students gets picked up by her father. A man who Steve thought had died on the dirty floor of Starcourt Mall fifteen years ago.

Billy Hargrove is alive… and a dad. He runs a security company called HellGrove and he hunts monsters in the Upside Down for a living.

When Billy opens a portal into the Upside Down in Robin and Heather’s backyard, Steve follows because he wants answers. Rating: M Pairings: harringrove, buckleway, elumax (mention) Content Tags: Single Parent Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Getting Together, Billy Hargrove Lives, Billy Hargrove Has Powers, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Teacher Steve Harrington, Gay Billy Hargrove

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It’s after midnight and Steve is lying on his bed, flipping Billy’s card over and over, the dim light of his bedside lamp catching on something in the corner of the card. It’s embossed in the same color so he didn’t really notice until now. He brings the card closer so he can have a proper look and… It’s a demogorgon flower head. Motherfucker. He grabs his phone to call Robin but then remembers that they’re not really best friends anymore, besides it’s late and she’s a parent now. Olivia did say she was spending the weekend with her dad but Steve isn’t sure what the arrangement is. Billy Hargrove is alive and he’s a dad. More questions than answers and it’s making Steve want to scream. So he sends Robin a message, figuring that she can choose to reply if she’s awake. He hopes she does. [Steve: So I met Olivia’s dad at pick up today.] Immediately the reply box shows three littles dots. Steve holds his breath for a bit but has to give up after a minute. Either Robin is typing a novel-length explanation or she is not sure what to say. [Robin: Surprise? ] “Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve yells in the empty room, his frustration at boiling point. His phone dings again and he looks to see what else Robin had to say. [Robin: Come over for lunch tomorrow. We’ll talk.] Steve sends a brief text saying he’ll be there then puts his phone down and switches to his laptop, giving into the temptation to visit HellGrove.com. The website mentions the usual stuff: the various services offered (most of which mean little to Steve), reviews from clients as well a page about the company and its staff. Steve keeps looking on the main page for the freaky flower and finally finds it, hidden on the Reviews page when his cursor hovers in the bottom left corner and HOLY FUCK! There’s no photos of the Upside Down but the hand drawn illustration in the banner is enough for Steve to suppress a shudder at the memories. There are a handful of anonymous written accounts by survivors who were rescued by HellGrove and reports about unsuccessful rescue missions. The wording is vague but, to someone who’s experienced it first hand, it’s clear they’re talking about the Upside Down.

#harringrovebbpreview2023 #harringrove bigbang

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Love

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 2.6k

Includes- Tattoo appreciation, so much fluff, riding, love making, multiple orgasms

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She opens her eyes, feeling his arm around her, his hand over hers, their fingers intertwined, his body against hers

She smiles as she hears his soft snores, his forehead against her neck

She doesn't move because she doesn't want to wake him up

When she went to sleep, it was 1 AM and he still wasn't back yet

She knows they're practicing a lot for the show in Busan coming up and it runs late

She was dead tired and didn't hear him come in or feel him come into bed

His arm keeps her against him and she feels so safe in his arms

Looking down at his arm, she takes in the pretty colors of his tattoos

She likes body art but she's too afraid of needles to get any tattoos herself

She loves his though, loves spending time looking at them, tracing the lines, touching his soft skin

Lifting her other hand she slowly moves her fingers along the black snake near his wrist, then moving along the words "the sun shines", which is the only part of that sentence, "Make hay while the sun shines", visible to her at the moment

She moves to the tiger lily, tracing the lines on the tattoo, his skin trembling under her fingertips

She loves the details, the rich orange color, the tiny brown dots, the stalks in the center of the flower

It's so pretty

Her fingers move over the large PLEA for the phrase "Please love me" under his tiger lily

That's all she can reach without pulling his arm and waking him up so she turns her attention to his hand and finger tattoos

Her fingers run gently over the 0613, tracing the numbers that are below his thumb

She moves to his ARMY knuckle tattoos, his heart one, the crown, the ARMY symbol and the J, softly touching

Bringing their hands closer, she kisses the back of his hand, her lips moving along each tattoo

"Mmm baby", he whispers

She freezes, not wanting to wake him up more

She really wants him to sleep and get the rest he needs before he has to get up and practice again

"You awake baby?", he asks, sleepily

"Yeah", she says softly

He presses a kiss to her shoulder, "Are you hungry? Do you wanna get food?"

"You don't have to wake up Kookie. You're tired, you should sleep more"

"No baby, I want to be with you"

She gently turns around in his arms facing him, his eyes cracking open

"You're exhausted", she says

"Not for you", he replies, smiling lazily, wrapping his other arm around her to keep her against him

He brings his other hand up, tucking hair behind her ear

He is fucking ethereal, especially when he just wakes up

His long black hair wild around the pillow, an easy smile on his face, his doe eyes big and not quite awake yet

She loves him so much and she wants to tell him but she's scared

She doesn't know if he takes this relationship as seriously as she does

After all he's everything, he's Jungkook and she's nobody

"I'm sorry for waking you up", she whispers, feeling so bad

"It's ok baby. Don't be sorry", he says, "I like waking up to you kissing me"

Her cheeks heat up and she knows she's blushing

He knows how much she likes his tattoos, how much she loves touching them

How turned on she gets by them

And he's been teasing her about that every chance he can through the close to a year they've been together

"You know I love your kisses right baby?"

She nods, getting shy

He makes her blush so easily, makes her stumble her words, act like a total dumbass while he's all charming, smooth and cool

"I felt you touching me. Were you looking at my tattoos again?"

Biting her lip, she nods

"Aww baby girl", he chuckles, "You can look at them anytime you want"

He always says that and she low-key thinks he absolutely loves it

He does

He loves feeling her fingers on his skin, loves the admiration in her eyes when she stares at them, loves the kisses she gives them

He loves her

Everything single thing about her he fucking adores

He's fallen head over heels in love and he's dying to tell her

He's just looking for the right time

Her fingers absentmindedly move along his tattooed arm, sending shivers up his arm

"Do you want to keep looking?", he asks

She nods

"Ok baby"

Her gorgeous brown eyes move to his arm and he holds his breath as they move on his body art

She runs her fingers along the microphone, then moves down the phrase "Rather be dead than cool"

That leads her to the skeleton rock hand, her lips pressing kisses to the tattoos after touching them

He bites his lip as he watches her turn his arm, her soft lips on the tiger lily, moving up to the sun, blue clouds and the word "quit"

Pulling away, she gently pushes him to his back, her hands moving under his shirt, slowly pushing it up

He eagerly helps her take his shirt off, letting her drop it to the floor

As his back hits the bed, she takes his wrist, holding his hand up and kissing the tattoos on the back of his forearm

She traces the words of his "Bullet proof" tattoos, saying, "So pretty. The color is so vibrant

She loved the eye that was there before but he wanted to cover it up because he said a lot of people didn't like it and his idea of it was so-so

She didn't think he should cover it up because of what people said about it, especially if he liked it but she didn't want to tell him what to do

He ended up covering it and the cover up tattoos just as beautiful and she loves it too

Her fingers move in a circle, around his clock tattoo that depicts his birth time

"One of my favorites", she says before she kisses it

He knows that, the microphone, the tiger lily and the J on his ring finger are her favorite tattoos of his

She moves kisses up his arm, leaning over him, giving each tattoo it's own attention with her touch and kisses

He feels so good, loved and accepted

She trails kisses to his shoulder, her lips moving along his collarbone, his breathing getting shorter

Pressing a kiss to his neck, he moans softly, loving the feel of her incredibly soft lips against him

Her hands move from his arm to his neck, her lips finally crashing into his

He kisses her desperately, as he waited for her to finish kissing his tattoos so he could finally have her lips against his

He falls into her kiss, his tongue meeting hers and playing, while his hands move under her shirt

He loves kissing her, always dying to have her lips against his

She feels the same, craving his kisses, falling into heaven every time they kiss

His fingers move along the skin of her back, shivers running along her spine

As they kiss, he pulls her shirt up, her arms moving out of the sleeves

They separate for the nanosecond it takes for her shirt to go over her head, their lips instantly against each others again

He can't wait, his hands pulling her shorts and panties down

He needs her now

She helps him get her clothes off, her mouth against his as she pulls down his boxers

He kicks them off, then helps her straddle him

She holds up his big dick, sitting on his head, pushing herself down on him

He places his hands on her hips, helping her down his shaft

"Oh god", he moans, while she whimpers his name

His cock is huge, thick, spreading her open so pleasurably

They're a snug fit, him completely filling her up with no room to spare, her cunt so tight around him

Pulsing so hard, so fast

"Kiss me", he asks, her mouth right against his

Just at that moment, she slips up his dick and bounces down, bottoming him out

Pleasure hits both of them hard as she continues to bounce up and down his cock, his head hitting her spot, making stars blast in her eye

His hands grip her behind, holding on and helping her move on him

She's so wet, he feels it drenching him and his lap

She moans in his mouth when he snaps his hips up, thrusting into her just as she comes down

His cock glides in so much deeper than before, her pussy clenching his thickness hard

"Fuck baby", he groans as they continue to move together, the loud pornographic sound of her sopping cunt taking him in mixing with the sound of their skin hitting each other reverberating off the walls of her room

"God, you're so wet for me", he breathes as she buries her face in his neck, "I can feel you creaming my dick so fucking much"

"I can't help it", she murmurs, "You feel too good baby"

"Me? You feel amazing baby girl. Love being inside you"

"Mmm", she whimpers

"Do you like having me buried deep inside you?"

"Love it Kookie", she answers, pressing kiss after kiss to his neck, her fingers winding in his long hair, holding on

The continuous stimulation of his head against her spot is driving her crazy, making her cunt squeeze the life from his cock as she gets closer to coming

He moves her up and down faster, chasing her orgasm

Not his

Hers

Hers feels out of this world and he craves that pleasure all the fucking time

"So close baby", he urges, "You're right there. Won't you cum for me?"

"Kookie", she whines, bouncing harder on him, the pleasure turning her brain off

"Please baby. I want to feel it. I fucking love when you cum on my cock baby girl. It feels so fucking good. Want it so bad", he pleads

They move together, smashing her spot and he feels the unbelievable pleasure as she cums

"Jungkook!", she cries in his neck, bliss taking over her, throbbing so hard around his cock, drenching him in cum

Her body shakes against his as his arms wrap around her, continuing to thrust into her to fuck her through it

"Good girl", he praises, "You feel so fucking good baby"

As soon as she finishes, he rolls them over, getting her under him

She looks up at him, a soft smile on her face, her fingers softly playing with the hair at the back of his head

She's so beautiful and he can't hold back

He gently touches her cheek, "I love you"

He doesn't understand the shock in her eyes because he thinks he's been obvious about how he feels about her

He always needs to be around her, is always touching her, whether it's holding her hand, keeping his hand on her leg, his arm around her

He's always staring at her, it's so hard to get his eyes to move off of her

His members can attest to that, having to call his name over and over to get his attention when she's around

But maybe it hasn't been obvious to her

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, she's so surprised but also so happy

She hoped he loves her but she didn't want to assume

But he does and she's so grateful to have his love

"I love you Jungkook", she says softly, "I love you so much"

A gorgeous smile bursts on his face

She loves him

He hasn't felt this ecstatic in awhile

"Yeah baby?", he asks

She nods, "Yeah"

"I love you so much Jo", he says, looking down at his baby smiling at him

He leans down, his lips pressing against her soft ones

As they fall into each other's kiss, he moves her legs around his waist, sliding back into her easily

His arms move around her, holding her to him as his hips move, slowly thrusting into her

Pleasure runs up his spine feeling her pussy opening for him, taking him in, hugging him tightly

She shivers as she feels his rock hard cock slide into her, his tip brushing against her spot

Her body arches into him, his skin against hers, both of them loving the feel of each other

He kisses her deeply, loving how he can feel every little move, every little breath she makes

Her hands slowly run up and down his muscular back, his muscles moving as he softly moves into her

She loves feeling that and he loves feeling her hands on him

They're so small, her fingers so thin but they cause fire to burst in every area they touch, making his skin tremble under them

This hasn't ever happened with anyone else but her and he's glad for it

He only ever wants to feel this way with her

She moves her hips up, meeting his thrusts, both of them moving slowly, arms around each other, lips still locked together

They both know they're making love to each other and it's absolutely perfect

He feels her getting closer, pulsing harder and she knows he's close by the way his cock is throbbing inside her

"Baby", she whimpers, clinging onto him, "I love you"

He moans hearing her words, words that he will never get tired of hearing

"I love you", he answers, the ecstasy too much, "I love you so much"

He crashes his lips to hers as his orgasm washes over him, spilling inside her

His cock throbbing and his warm cum filling her sets her off and she moans loudly against his lips while she orgasms

The pleasure from her orgasm feels so good and prolongs his

"Fuck Joanne, god. So good", he murmurs as she calls his name over and over

Slowly the bliss leaves them as they still cling onto each other

She nuzzles into his neck, kissing his skin softly while he hugs her tightly, his fingers running in her hair

"My baby", he says softly, "I love you"

He can't stop saying the words now that he said them and he never plans on stopping

"I love you Jungkook", she responds, "Always baby"

"Always", he repeats

He kisses her then moves off her, laying next to her, pulling her into his arms

She cuddles into him, feeling so safe and loved in his arms

"Do you wanna get up baby?", he asks, his fingers playing with her long hair

"Uh uh", she says, shaking her head, moving as closer to him as she can, her eyes closing

He laughs, "No? You want to stay in bed?"

She nods, holding him tightly, "Wanna stay with my Kookie"

He grins widely, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. You need to sleep more and you're putting me to sleep right now"

"Am I?", he teases

"Yeah baby. You know playing with my hair puts me to sleep"

"I know baby", he chuckles, kissing her forehead

"Do you want to sleep?"

"I can sleep more", he yawns

"Good. Kiss me and go back to sleep"

"Yes ma'am", he says, pressing his lips to hers

She kisses her Kookie, loving the feel of his soft lips against hers

Reluctantly they pull away, her head on his chest, snuggling into each other under the covers

"I love you", she says

"I love you", he answers

He closes his eyes, his fingers continuing to play with her hair as she closes her eyes, falling asleep to his heartbeat

#jeon jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook smut #bts jungkook smut #jungkook smut #bts fanfic #bts smut

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bluenightcomedies · 6 months

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uuuugh i keep procrastinating cuz i wanna make new refs n' arts n' all for us all but art slow so fuggit placeholder pinned abt the system better pinned with comm details, other accs, etc later :3 will reopen for commissions once arty verifies me! as a whole we're legally deaf and disabled! we can all draw but have diff styles/preferences :3 body is 30 (eugh i don't like admitting that) so am adult BUT we don't wanna be involved in nsfw art so pls respect that⭐ We can't get a formal diagnosis due to various real life issues, so we're not going to claim any particular diagnosis, but we can't exactly ignore the symptoms and stay masked forever. We're going to stay out of syscourse as much as possible, of course. 🌙 each alter has an assigned emoji so ppl can tell us apart easier if needed, use em as our tags too (when we remember) note- using they/them for any of us fine too!⭐

(doesn't include alters that rarely or never front) ⭐star emoji = Blue! she/her pls~ guess i'm the honorary host cuz i front most. uhhh... nothing rly too fancy i can say abt myself, i'm p affectionate and love y2k art and hanging out, i try to be as nice as i can >w< my art's usually sketchbooky, with thin lines and soft colors/shading!

💠this blue gem/flower emoji is Azure! she/her, she's kinda new to the system. looks n' acts a lot like me but uh... more childish i guess? very silly, very 'cringe culture is dead'. loves to rp, say silly things, n' cling to people. hyperfixates on Dot Hack (RIP) her art looks like mspaint x3 🌙 (Writing for myself since I'm available.) The name's Lune, hence moon emoji, and I use she/her pronouns as well. Formerly "Starry" but people kept confusing me with Blue due to her star symbolism. Used to be the designated mask, I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore... Sometimes I re-mask out of habit so if something sounds like me but wasn't marked as an alter, it probably is me. I have a flat tone and chronic paranoid anxiety so uh... Let me know if I come across as rude, I usually don't mean to. I enjoy doing research and organizing information, so I'm often the one to fact-check things or find guides and how-to's for the system. My art's very bold and colorful, and friends describe it as 'angular'. Clashes with my personality, huh? 🗝️key emoji = Sylverwynd! he uses he/him! he's super laid back and chill, i've never seen him upset or anything, but he's rly long-winded talks... kinda poet-y? he loves reading and talking abt lore and myths so he'll pop in if ur talking abt something he likes or if he has trivia 2 share! fave genres r horror n' fantasy he's still experimenting w/ style but likes drawing rly soft

❌cross emoji= Laceburner! it/its or they/them pronouns! tbh i'm not used to it/its pronouns but Lace wanted em; it's very uh... emotionally empty i guess? aroace, agender, can't socialize or empathize v well. it usually fronts when the rest of us are tired or in pain cuz it just ignores all that. likes 2000's scenemo aesthetics though which is surprising but ye idk how to describe its style, but it's trying to mimic emo art n' likes bright colored lines with dark bg/colors 🗡️the dagger is Kal! he/him pronouns, he gets angry and stressed abt things really easy but he gets too hostile abt it so he tries to not front too much; need to find him a way to de-stress n' chill out... when he's not mad at smth he's a good sympathetic listener imo, still swears and talks all rough tho hasn't drawn much yet but does rly harsh lines and fast/messy sketches when he does (and gets riled up by mistakes =w=;)

❤️heart is Weiss! genderfluid, goes by any pronouns, usually uses whatever they like at the time x3 has a hard time fronting but tries to. flirty, loves dumb jokes, overly confident... (we worry they'd get us in trouble sometimes cuz the shit they want to say) loves demon and monster-related stuff! still experimental style but uses bold colors and thick rough lines a lot, may get suggestive (forbidden from outright nsfw, don't ask >:c) btw ur always welcome to direct asks @ someone specific >w< we just might take a while to respond

#pinned post #pinned intro #plural artist #furry artist #system stuff

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buttercup-art · 19 days

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS

TAGGED BY: Kinda stole this from @hyperionhugo because I found this on their blog and wanted to do it for Noa!

TAGGING: Anyone who wants to join in!

(adding a cut because it's a long post lol)

APHRODITE laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile-mingled wrath, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.

ARES armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants (elementals), leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you journey to your destination, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for DIY projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch.

#s/i: noa simmons #btw bold means it's more applicable and italicized means it somewhat applies #also colored the bold text just so it's easier to see lol #long post #tftbl #borderlands oc #self insert

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