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hwalloween · 2 years

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His Princess | (san smut)

Pairing: BadBoy!San x PerfectStudent!Reader

Synopsis: Despite his reputation and threatening appearance, you were San’s princess, and he made sure to let you know of that.

Genre: the best smut i ever wrote and lots of fluff

Word Count: 3k

Warning: unprotected sex. oral (f receiving). praise. petnames (princess, baby). overstimulating. service dom san. san is obsessed with reader, madly in love. this is both filfthy and very soft

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A/N: i literally just wrote this, took me two hours, but i just fell down into a san brainrot and couldn’t stop myself. i didn’t expected to turn out this soft and cute and caring and smutty but it did and i’m proud of it :D

There was something that he found so endearing about the way your room looked. The pastel colored walls, hundreds of plushies, cream colored table, cute school material, big pink and ruffled bed covered in ever fluffier sheets, everything about the room was so cute. There was something he loved about the contrast of the pretty room with him. How his dark palette stood out, the rough fabrics looking nothing like the soft ones around him, how his sharp lines felt like cold ice on skin. He loved the way his clothes looked on your bedroom floor, outstanding and eye catching, a reminder of what was going on. He looked like the boogeyman inside a children's room, crawling on your bed, ready to devour you. But you didn't run away, no. You were his pretty little princess, the only one that could make him melt just with a smile. You wanted him to crawl on your bed and have you.

There was something he found so attractive about how you looked on the bed. Legs spread out, chest rising and falling out of excitement, pretty baby pink lingerie adorning your skin, and your face, gosh your face. Your pretty doe eyes looking up at him, your cheeks flushed with a gorgeous tint of red, your lips spread apart and puffy from making out with him a second a go. The way you looked so vulnerable, but so eager to let him in. Him, the only one that could spoil you the way you liked, the only one that could make you feel like the princess you were, treating you the right way. San loved being the one ruining you for the whole night.

There was something about the way his gaze was so lust filled and dark that made your legs tremble a bit. How he took his time taking off his clothes, gaze never leaving yours, he knew you liked when he put up a show. The way his arms tensed when grabbing the fabric hem of his shirt, pulling over his head and tossing it to the ground, looking like a black coffee stain on your pale white carpet. The way his hand gripped with rather impatience the buckle of his leather belt, fingers fumbling to get rid of the material he had used on your body before. The way he was so quick to kick his shoes off and get rid of the dark jeans pants, letting them fall to the ground and tossing them aside with his shirt. The way his body looked, covered with scars and tattoos, his muscles exposed and making your mouth water even more. There was something about the way you could not be 100% serious all the time that San loved. The way you made grabby hands towards him made him laugh, his smile filling up your heart with happiness. He shook his head negatively, making you pout.

"I want to get you ready first, princess" He always called you like that, but it felt new to you every single time. "You want to take my cock like the nice little girl that you are, hm?" You nodded eagerly, mind starting to get foggy just at the thought of him inside you. "Then let me eat you out first to make sure you're going to be wet enough for me"

There was something on how you tasted that made San's dick get even harder underneath his trousers. How wet you were, ready to receive him, ready to make a mess on his face. Something about the way your hips rode his face made his body so impatient, his hips buckling up out of response to how sensitive he was. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, pulling you down onto his mouth, and the other one was gripping onto your right thigh, leaving bruises and marks that he knew you loved to look at. He leaped his tongue across your folds, grabbing your clit between his lips with an open mouth kiss, sucking on it and making your legs shake even more. You weren't even riding his face anymore at this point, you were just standing above him, hands grabbing the headboard of your bed and head thrown back, pleas and cries of pleasure leaving your mouth. He ate you out like a starved man, like it was the last time he was ruining you like that, like he was never going to be able to touch your body again. The arm wrapped around your waist was gone, his hand getting closer to your cunt and, while he continued sucking on your swollen bud vigorously, you felt two of his slender fingers penetrating your pussy, curling up inside of you and making you feel like heaven. He carefully scissors them, feeling how you clench and more of your arousal goes straight to his mouth. You couldn't even process what was happening before you felt his fingers starting to pump in and out of you, making your hips come back to life and ride them while he fingered you. You brought your head back to your front, your eyes barely opening due to the wave of pleasure running through your body, and your gaze met with his. His sharp eyes looking up at you, so dark but at the same time so filled with love and passion for you, staring right at your soul while his mouth worked wonders in your soaking cunt. You took one of your hands of the headboard, knuckles white from your grip, and you brought them to his hair, not gripping at them like you usually would do, but gently brushing your fingers through his dark hair, softly feeling them while looking at him back with the same amount of love.

That was what made San get turned on. Your love. The way you took care of him, how you looked at him with your soft pretty eyes, the way you were so gentle with him, even if he was the brute he was. Your genuine love for him made him so incredibly turned on and ready to please you, to give his body for you to use, to be the one making you cum all night. It was a simple thing you did, running your fingers through his hair, but it was like you ignited a fire inside of him. He fastened the pace of his fingers, almost pounding on you with them, and sucked even more on your clit, nibbling at your bud with his tongue before moving back to your folds, tasting you even more. You felt the coil underneath your stomach get tighter, your mouth opening but making no sound, eyebrows frowning as your chest rose up and down to pick up the pace of your heavy breathing. There was both a feel of bruteness and care on the way he ate you. Being so aggressive with his tongue as he licked your entire pussy, adding it with his fingers inside your abused hole, entering you and leaving right after faster than you could register.

"S-Sannie" Something about the way you always calls him like that, with the sweetest tone, even when moaning like a whore on the heat "I-I'm cumming" You cried out just above a whisper, loud enough for him to hear through the blood pumping in his ears and face. He loved your expression, how you look helpless and needy, how your mouth opened and closed right after, bottom lip getting caught between your teeth. He sucked on your clit again, before realising it with a little pop

"Cum for me, princess. Cum all over your Sannie" His tone was low, but endearing. You could hear the care in his voice. And with that, you snapped, head thrown back, mouth hanging open and body shaking from the pleasure of your orgasm. Before you could moan loudly, you felt San's hand cover your mouth, preventing you from waking up your whole house. His slicked fingers touched your cheek, reminding you from the sinful view you had just a few seconds ago. As your hips slowly came to a halt, and your mind was brought back from the white out it was, you felt shifting underneath you, the feeling of being sat on San's lap now being present. Your eyes opened after a few small blinks, looking forward and seeing your boyfriend's face in front of you. His mouth and chin were glistening, even his nose had some remains of your cum, but his eyes never failed to make you feel small and weak, even if you were on top of him. He carefully took his hand off your mouth, looking at his fingers, also covered on you. He took them right to his mouth, humming and quietly moaning at your taste blessing his tongue again, eyes flushed shut and eyebrows lightly furred. The sight of him enjoying himself because of you made your cunt feel wet again, folds clenching against the empty feel inside your pussy, you were pulsating for him.

"Sweet as always, so fucking good" The way he swears makes you buckle your hips, looking for friction. His other hand comes to stop you, holding you down with a tight and strong grip "Love the way you taste, princess. Like the finest dessert" His gaze comes back to you, eyes hazy with lust and need, but also filled with care. San doesn't miss a beat, attaching his lips to yours in a messy, open mouthed kiss, tongue intertwining with yours and leaving you breathless. His hands travel south and rest on your ass, gripping the soft flesh and massaging it right after. You take that as a opportunity to grind down on him, sopping cunt rubbing against his clothed cock as his hands guild your hips on a erotic lap dance. Your mouths separate to catch a breath, hands going up on his toned chest, feeling every single inch of your man. Your fingers gazed through the ink that marked his skin permanently, the patterns almost hypnotizing and complementing his sun kissed skin. You could feel the coil coming back again, just the feeling of his hard on being rubbed against your folds enough to make you want to cum again. A whine left your mouth, warning San that you were ready to take him full. With his strong arms, he carefully places you down onto the bed sheets, the soft mattresses welcoming your hot and bothered body.

His hands hold your shins, opening your legs once again to him. The sight of your wet pussy pleading for him made his dick strain in pain again, begging to be freed from his underwear. He slowly took the fabric off of his body, both to tease you and because he liked to inflict pain on himself. His cock slapped his lower abdomen, standing thick and red, precum coating his tip and dripping down its shaft. You wanted to have him in your mouth so badly, to taste him too, but your need to be fucked good was louder. You unconsciously let one of your hands creep down on you, fingers rubbing your swollen clit lightly and spreading your folds, welcoming him in. His lips turned into a grin, loving how you were just as eager and needy for him as he was for you. San scooted himself closer, lightly lifting your bum up and getting himself slightly under you, letting your folded self fall back onto his spread thighs. He took his hard on with one hand, lightly tapping on your pussy and causing your hips to halt a bit.

"Let's be careful, m'kay princess? I don't wanna ruin your pretty sheets and make my baby upset later" He said, adjusting himself between your legs and slowly pushing his cock inside of you. The way he fits just perfectly inside your cunt, making you feel full and stuffed. You wanted to moan loud, to scream his name until you have no voice left, but you couldn't. He was your dirty little secret. He was everything your parents didn't want you dating: reckless, mean, and with a bad reputation. He terrorized the school and laughed about it, he thrashed the classroom and screamed at teachers, everyone was afraid of San. But not you. You were his princess, and he knew his princess would never be scared of him. He knew that his princess knew more than what those bastards at school knew. Just like he knew more about you than the perfect student with zero time for people facade you pull up every single day. He knew your weak spots, he knew where to touch and how to, he read you like you were his favorite book, over and over again. He knew you loved when he hovered over you, arms on each side of your face and his strong frame caging you underneath him, forcing your body to be folded in half. His face being so close to yours, lips just above a inch away, just one strain of his black slicked hair glued to his forehead, and his eyes eating you alive. The way his gaze burned through your skin, memorizing every little detail about you and lusting over your perfection. He knew every mole, every freckle, every skin dent, every scar you had, he could name them without even looking at you. He knew your body better than you did.

He knew how to angle in just the right way. How to make you see stars with just one thrust. He loved to hear you begging for him to cum, even though he was the one worshiping you the whole night long. The way his hips snapped back onto you, the loud sound of skin to skin echoing through the dark room, bodies only being lit by the moonlight coming from the huge window. Your hands hugged his back, nails scratching down red stripes on his skin as he pulled almost everything out, only to slam back at you at full force, making your whole body move, and the bed. He left wet kisses down your throat, sucking and biting on your sensitive spots, licking them right after and leaving a trail of purple hickeys and saliva on your warm skin.

There was something about the way you took him into you, how you were gripping onto his dick with your walls, like you wanted to milk him dry. Something on the way your back arched as he kissed down on your chest, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other one free, letting its hand grab one of your breasts and cup it softly. His fingers toyed with your hard nipple, while his mouth sucked and bit on the other one, making your head fuzzy with the sensation of being so spoiled. Something on how your body served itself for him, how you were so open and ready for him to take you, to claim every single inch of your beauty as his, how the only thing that could come out of your lips were his name and cried out moans, over and over again, as if he's the only thing on his mind. He was the only thing on your mind, his love, his touch, his care, his body, he was the only thing you could think of day and night, your mind was filled with him just like your body was. It was him, and him only.

Your cunt clenched around him even more, letting him aware that you were going to cum again. He loved making you cum. He loved seeing you get lost in the pleasure, using him as your personal toy. He never thought that he would be so whipped for someone, but gosh you had a spell on him. Everything he wanted to do was to please you, to see you feel good, to make you happy, to worship you and treat you like royalty because you deserved it. You deserved it getting taken care of, you deserved having someone by your side, someone that spoiled you rotten, that cuddles you and kissed you all the time, someone that cared, someone that truly cared for you. You deserved everything and more, he wanted to give you the world. The feeling and thought of you being so turned on because of him made the coil on his stomach start to tight up. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging your whole body, just like you did with him. You could hear, feel his mouth by your ear, breathing heavily and moaning your name, moaning how much he loved you and wanted you. His thrusts were getting sloppier and more frenetic, as well as his voice rising up with his moans, just like yours. As you felt both of your bodies tensing up more and more, you brought his face to yours, looking at him with that gaze that could melt him into a puddle.

"San…" You spoke above a whisper between moans "I love you" Your lips crashed against his, taking him into your mouth in a heated and loving kiss as you both came. You muffled each other's moans, bodies moving together as you both rode from your orgasms, the feeling of being unbearably close making everything better. As you pulled out for air, your eyes took the sight of him. Face covered in sweat, a few hairs glued on his forehead. Cheeks flushed with crimson tint and mouth open, lips puffy and covered in a layer of spit. And his eyes, looking back at you, with that sweet gaze and pure love, those strong sharp eyes that dived onto yours, making you feel safe. He reached one of his hands to your face, brushing a few hair back and letting it rest on the top of your head, while both of you catch your breaths. He nuzzled his nose on your cheek, making you chuckle as you felt him leave a soft kiss on the top of your skin. His voice was low and soft, like a quiet wind in your ear.

"I love you too, princess. And I always will"

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Face it, this is Love!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,595

Summary: You have some shopping to do and Bucky is more than happy to tag along.

Author’s Note: So thank you to my lovely menace of a flower @flordeamatista just randomly sharing goodies with us and when she shared this tik tok HERE I was like OMG I must write it, so here we are! Hope you enjoy and thank you my sweet Ali for always being inspiring and wonderful, love you! 💕Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweets 🥰

Warnings: silly, fluffy and sweet fun!

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @captain-james thank you lovely🥰

You grab your sneakers and sit on the edge of the couch, dropping them in front of you then crawling between Bucky’s spread legs and draping yourself over him.

“Hi Buck,” you say quietly and gently pull down the top of his book.

“Hi baby doll,” he croons, dropping the book to his chest and wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m going to the store,” you inform him with a quick kiss.

He pouts. “I thought you came over here to see me doll.”

“Well, of course I did,” you start, tracing his jaw with your fingertips, “but I have to go pick up a few things.”

“Can I come?” he asks, holding you tightly against his chest so you can’t escape.

“To Ulta?” you respond, lifting a brow.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“A beauty store…like make up and all that,” you explain.

“Oh,” he says. “Yeah! I’ll just follow you around.”

“Are you sure Buck? You might get bored. Really fast.”

“Nah, don’t worry doll. I have nothing exciting to do and if you go alone then I’ll miss you and if I come we can pick up pizza on the way home!”

You pepper kisses all over his cheek before murmuring, “I like this plan! Just make sure you don’t rush me. I like to mosey around and look at everything.”

With a firm finger pointed at his chest you give him a no nonsense look.

“You’re so cute,” he says and shifts so you’re straddling his lap. “Especially when you try to look like you’re in charge.”

Your mouth falls open.

He pops it closed with his finger then grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. “Come on let’s go look at makeup…not that you need any, you’re gorgeous.”

His sweet words make you smile and almost forget his earlier comment.

“I thought I was cute,” you counter with some sass.

“That too,” he agrees with a wink. “Especially when…”

“Don’t you dare say it again Barnes.”

He chuckles and hops off the couch to help you with your shoes, carefully tying each one before stealing one last kiss.

The moment you walk into the store you see his nose crinkle up.

“What?” you ask quietly, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

“That’s a lot of smell.”

“A lot of smell?” you repeat.

“Yeah…it just kinda…bam!” and me makes the motion of something exploding in front of his face.

“This was a bad idea,” you sigh.

He takes your hand in his and smiles. “Come on, show me stuff. I’ll be good.”

You lead him down the first aisle, walking slowly as you peruse the shelves of lipsticks and glosses. With his free hand he reaches up to touch one of the lipsticks on display.

“Woah,” he says as he pulls his hand back and rubs his fingers together. “That’s real.”

“Of course it’s real! Those are the testers. Don’t touch!”

He gives you a sheepish look and puts his hand in his pocket, still holding tightly to yours with the other one.

“What is that?” he asks when you pick up an eye shadow compact.

“Eye shadow,” you say and gently tug your hand from his to open the small container and show him.

“Sparkly,” he comments.

He looks over your shoulder as you browse through the different colors.

“Wait,” Bucky starts, his hands settling on your waist as he moves closer and looks at the prices.

“That thing is thirty-two bucks!”

“It’s Valentino,” you state. “Look how pretty.”

“It’s so tiny…” he picks up another compact and rolls it over in his large hand.

You move down the aisle and look at some of the palettes. When you open one Bucky appears over your shoulder again.

“Now that seems better. Lots of colors to choose from! How much is that?”

“Sixty-nine,” you say nonchalantly.

“SIXTY…” he shouts then immediately lowers his voice when you pin him with a glare. “Sixty-nine!!!” he says, more hushed but still clearly shocked.

You snap it shut. “It’s Huda and it’s all the nude colors. It’s good stuff.”

“Naughty,” he reads from the cover. “Naughty nude?”

Your lips start to lift into a smile as he waggles his eyebrows.

“The lipsticks have some good names too.”

You dance over to the Charlotte Tilbury section and start looking through the colors. You find one you like and pull it out, handing it to Bucky when he slides up next to you.

He turns it over in his hands before opening it.

“Your lips are the prettiest color…you don’t need…” he continues, clearly searching for the name.

You point to the bottom of the lipstick and he reads, “pillow talk.”

His eyebrows reach his hairline. “Cute but still not as pretty as your lips and definitely not for thirty-two bucks!”

You make a kissy face at him.

“Speaking of those pretty lips,” he simpers as he leans down to kiss you, backing you into the lipsticks and rattling the whole display. You plant your hands on his chest and push him away.

“Bucky,” you playfully chide. “Not in front of the lipstick.”

He gives you a boyish and lopsided smile. “What’s next?”

“I wanted a new moisturizer,” you muse as you saunter over to the section.

“Can’t wait to see how much that’s gonna cost me,” he mumbles before immediately snapping his mouth shut when you give him a dirty glare.

You don’t notice Bucky stop at the candles along the way, the scent too enticing, and he starts taking off the covers and sniffing each one. You turn to say something to him and realize he’s not there then spot his head over the display cases.

“Enjoying yourself?” you ask when you walk over to him.

“Smell this,” he says and puts the candle under your nose.

“Smells like figs!”

“Yeah!” he scoffs, “and this one smells like coconut and now I’m hungry!”

“You’re always hungry,” you tease with a roll of your eyes.

You walk back to the face creams and study a few different brands before you search for Bucky again, not finding him right away and starting to wonder where he is. As you turn the corner to check out the Biossance products you spot him bending down to look into one of the small mirrors as he rubs his finger over his cheek.

“What are you up to?” you ask when you get closer.

“This one feels nice,” he says, shoving the container in your hand. “It’s really soft, feel my cheek.”

Your eyes widen and you stare at him unblinking before shaking yourself free of your amazement.

“Are you trying them out?” you ask with a hardly contained giggle.

“Yeah,” he says, “look, this one says ‘tester’ on it. Aren’t I doin’ it right doll face?”

“You sure are,” you beam at him. “Lemme see.”

You press you fingers to his cheek and run them over his skin.

“I mean your beard makes you scruffy but you’re definitely moisturized.”

“Right?!” he says with bright eyes. “Which one are you gonna get? You’re already so soft all over.”

He slips his hand into your jacket and under the hem of your shirt, pulling you close with a hand at your waist as his thumb brushes small circles over your skin.

“I saw one from Fresh I liked,” you tell him, dragging your teeth over your bottom lip when his hand moves higher.

“Bucky,” you admonish but it’s a weak threat.

“I can’t wait to get home,” he hums against your lips.

You pull away, nearly breathless, and tug him toward the Fresh display.

“This one,” you show him.

“Smells nice and feels,” he begins, before dipping his finger into the tester, “creamy.”

“Ok, so I want that,” you sing and grab a packaged one and drop it in his hand. “And this eyeshadow palette and this lipstick and also this eyeliner.”

“Anything else?” he asks with a smirk.

“Maybe,” you say with a lift of your chin.

“I’m just teasing ya doll face, get whatever you want, but I still don’t think you need any of it.”

“Thanks Buck,” you say sweetly.

When you get to the register you greet the cashier warmly and place your things down. She smiles at you and Bucky and starts to ring it up.

“That’ll be $198.22 please.”

You turn to Bucky and start to laugh at his horrified expression. When you look over at the cashier she’s barely holding back her smile and you explain, “it’s his first time here. I usually leave him home.”

“I understand,” the cashier replies.

“Thankfully my husband is paying today,” you add.

You hold out your hand and Bucky drops his wallet into it with a defeated sigh.

After paying and bidding the cashier goodbye Bucky takes the bag in one hand and holds your hand with the other.

“I think I’m gonna come with you again next time,” he states. “Maybe I’ll get something for myself!”

“Sure baby, anytime you want, especially since you’re paying!”

He stops by the car door and places the bag on the roof, backing you against the cool metal.

“You know I’ll buy you anything you want baby doll,” he whispers against your lips, “even though you don’t need any of it...you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You nod and your eyelashes start to flutter closed, the press of his body and his sweet words wrapping you in warmth.

“Now let’s order a few pizzas and go home so I can eat some dinner then have you for dessert.”

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alwaysshallow · 7 months

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— gorgeous, part 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

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A man's attention, charmed by clumsiness. You truly hate it. (2,7k)

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The second time you see him? Two weeks later, a routine visit.

He doesn't call you at all, to ask something, he doesn't text you either; Bernie said that he reacted with a thumbs up reaction on a reminder about the visit, which made you chuckle. He seemed like that type since he wasn't talkative in person. You wouldn't accuse him of being super witty in text, he was just dry.

But, he would probably text if something was wrong with that adorable, orange stray cat that he practically adopted – so, you were pretty calm.

Control visit was necessary to check if the bone was healing good, if the kitty didn't need anything more.

And, besides, it was your chance to break the ice once again, and talk to him again. It was frustrating how you wanted it, but that's the thing about you – you could bring the best from everyone, make them talk, so what the hell was the matter with that incredibly tall, British guy? It was a mystery all along, and you were more than eager to solve it, especially when his cat was your patient.

Everything just needed to... work. You had to make it work, to get through that tough facade that he had because that was a facade, right? No one was this... composed, cold. Professional.

At least you thought.

You peeked out of your room again; the corridor was empty, you couldn't see even a damn soul that looked like him – and by that, you meant that scary skull mask that he had on the last time you saw him, since you didn't get to see his real face beneath it. He was already seven minutes after the time he was supposed to be in, and if he would make it fifteen, you were sure to close that clinic. Somehow, it was again a late visit, and you weren't so eager to wait for him forever.

Every minute counted when you were hungry, and you literally dreamed about a warm bath coming along with episode of Criminal Minds.

"Sorry. We had... problems." you heard, as the door opened finally after another two minutes; there he was, but... different.

The voice and his eyes were the only things that you recognized because everything else was just... different. He was without his skull mask and balaclava, looking perfectly normal, like he wasn't the guy that scared the shit out of Bernie two weeks ago. Black hoodie, jeans in the same color, white sneakers – his figure was even more muscled in those clothes, instead of military ones.

And you could see his face, what was probably the best thing about it all. Messy blond hair, not long, but long enough to curl a bit under the humid weather, face that had a big scar at the right cheek, and a couple of smaller ones in the rest.

You couldn't tell where exactly they were, as his eyebrow automatically arched in a question, and you felt your cheeks burning a little, so you started staring at the top of your shoes instead.

For fuck's sake, he was blonde.

Out of whole palette, he had to be a motherfucking blonde. The irony of it all striked you in full force; you thought he was brunette, just because of his mysterious demeanor. Like, maybe it was stereotypical way of thinking, but brunettes always were... different than blondes.

Yet, that one seemed to be the famous "exception" of the group; blonde that wasn't a talker, blonde that seemed like he's keeping everything to himself.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." he murmured, snapping you out of your thoughts.

One of his hand in his jeans, another holding the transporter – shortly after, he put it on the table.

You wish you could have Bernie here for support in that moment, but she had to leave earlier than she was supposed to – family business or something, but she needed that, so you just gave her a free time. She was too precious for her own good.

So, you were all alone with that interesting man. Maybe it was for the better? Less people, he could talk freely, he knew you a bit, and you really hoped for more scrapes of information from him. Every one counted. "Mm, no. You just look different" you sighed, seeing a glint of amusement in his deep brown eyes, but you said nothing about it, as you approached the transporter, seeing sleeping kitten in it.

You automatically smiled. "How is she?"

"Besides the times that leg hurt her more when she tried to walk or stand fully on her paws, she's good, I think. She wasn't really eating for a day or two, but I... managed." he said, his expression stern, when his gaze was darting between you and his cat, when you were examining her.

It seemed like everything was alright when you were touching her broken area, but you had to do an x-ray, so as the last time, you informed him and did your thing.

You came back a few minutes later, already with a scan so you wouldn't make it more awkward than it should be. Seemed alright, that x-ray; not too bad for a stray that was rescued and probably didn't trust Simon like normal cat would do, adopted one, not betrayed by humans. Involuntailry, you looked at her again, as she licked her owner's hand, when he played with her through a cat transporter.

A little smile crept up on your lips, as you observed that scene.

Something was making that big guy soft after all, you thought.

"It seems like everything is healing pretty good" you started "it's still early to let her walk on her own, so you have to be careful still, even if..." you didn't finish your sentence, as you tripped.

You didn't even realize what caused it, but you felt embarassement already, thinking that if you will hit something in result, will put you in a grave, and you probably you won't show your face to that man ever again.

Clumsiness? Your second name, so to speak.

Nothing like that happened though; a firm hand gripped your arm in place, preventing you from falling, and as you looked up at Simon, his stern, yet calm expression, you just felt like a blush is forming on your cheek. His hair was falling comfortably on his forehead, as he hummed, like he was considering something, when your gazes locked in, his eyes meeting your grey ones. Curiosity killed the cat, but you wanted to brush his hair with your fingers, just to see if they were as fluff as it seemed.

It also seemed like you were keeping eye contact with him for twenty minutes, when in total it was five seconds, when you snapped out of it and backed off before doing something more stupid than tripping – but hell, it was worth it for a close view like that.

"Careful over here." he mumbled in low voice, crossing his arms over his chest.

"...right, thank you. I don't wanna end like up like your cat, who's gonna treat her then?" you raised your eyebrow, trying to sound amused, you even made a joke (bad one) – you wanted his attention anywhere, but not on your cheeks right now. "Back to what I was saying, even if she wants to move more, you can't let her overwork herself, right? So it won't get worse."

He nodded.

You were grateful he wasn't teasing you about that blush on your cheeks; not only it would make your cheeks go redder, but it would be utterly awkward, and you didn't want that. Not at least after the time when you made a proper conversation with Simon.

First one – you noted – because that conversation that was two weeks later didn't even count as a conversation – more like, exchange, something professional. Right now, it was professional, sure, but it also seemed... comfortable enough for you to not stress what are you supposed to say, or if he's gonna beat you up.

You examined the cat again, searching if something was wrong, or if she needed anything else, but she seemed... taken care of perfectly, though. Her furr was so different from the last time; now, fluffy, she was being well-fed, you could tell. It cherished your heart, truly, it always was a good feeling when a stray found perfect home.

No matter if perfect home was in 6'4 giant with perfect, blonde hair, brown eyes that could make you drown in them easily. No matter if that giant didn't want to talk at all, or he was just reserved to strangers like you. A true wonder, that man – you wondered if he was like that to his friends too, because he had to have someone, right?

"Okay. You're good to go" you said after a few minutes, as you started to clean the room; at least to sanitize things that needed to be done, you couldn't leave it all on Bernie, when she's gonna open up the next day.

"How much?"

You raised an eyebrow, chuckling. "Nothing."

"Nothing? $50 will do?"

"Jesus Christ, Mr. Harris" you groaned, turning to him, as you continued cleaning, going to the very end of it. "You dropped $90 two weeks ago, which is way too much, and..."

"Thought it was average prices for something like that." he interrupted you; for a few seconds, your gazes locked, and you could swear that you've seen a glint of interest.

Have you catched it somehow? You couldn't help but wonder, when he was counting the money, taking bills out of his wallet; you took only $5, not accepting the other $45. Not only he was overpaying for a routine visit, something that you adviced him to do, but he was annoying about it. His look spoke volumes, as eyebrow was cocked, but he just accepted the things as you put them, without saying anything else.

"It's just routine visits." you muttered when he walked out of the examination room, and you closed it swiftly. "Not something to pay for."

"I'm just appreciating your work. Late one, to be exact, no one's staying as many hours as you do, 's all." he explained, observing how you closed the front door too. You knew he wanted to ask something, just by that look of his, but he wasn't saying anything else.

"I'm good, no need to do that" you smiled weakly. "Part of the job, I love it too much to not stay over my hours."

"Mhm."

He nodded to you, which probably meant goodbye, considering that after that, he walked away. So, despite he couldn't see it anymore, you nodded back, and got into the car, thinking. It was a good conversation, you tried to tell yourself – he showed his face too, pretty one. Not to mention, he catched you in embarrassing moment, when you were about to fall, so...

You rolled your eyes, sighing. Why that occupied your mind? It wasn't like something was about to happen between you two, yet, thoughts that you had looked like one of a schoolgirl that has a crush. Pretty embarrasing.

What was more embarrassing though, was the fact that your car wouldn't fucking start, no matter how much you cursed under your breath. You tried multiple times turning the key in the ignition, and yet, it wouldn't start, it sounded worse than your grandma with asthma. Having no knowledge about cars that was going beyond changing oil and such sucked because you had no idea what to do right now.

Calling your mechanic would be a good option, but Celia wouldn't pick up, you were certain. Doing something on your own? Not a chance, you'd probably fuck it up even more than it already was. Leaving your car here seemed like the best options, but your apartment was a bit far, and walking to it in the middle of the night...

"You want for that battery to die badly, huh?"

That familiar voice made you jump a bit, and turn to no one but Simon, who looked at you with his piercing eyes, a transporter in his hand. You couldn't help but wonder, how the fuck you didn't hear his walk? He was, like, a motherfucking giant, and in theory he should have a tough walk, the one that you usually hear. Heavy one.

But no, no. This guy was sneaky as a fucking cat, and his swift, not noticeable movements were just preparing you to have a heart attack.

"Pardon?" you raised your eyebrow, looking at him.

"If you're gonna turn your key multiple times" he leaned a bit closer "you're gonna kill your battery. It's better to wait 'till morning."

You hummed in response, as you looked at keys in your hand; he was right, it was no need for you to try, you had maybe a one in a million chance for that beast to start. So, you stepped out of the car after rolling your windows up, and you locked it.

"Better to call the mechanic?" a sigh came out of your lips, as you adjusted your bag that was freely on your shoulder.

"Probably. Wouldn't want to make it more of a mess" he shrugged, keeping the pace of the walk with you. "Livin' far from here?"

His deep voice, with a British accent to it, made you shiver at his question; it was getting to you. And when you crossed your grey eyes with his? It was hard to not trip again, even if it was a pretty straight road.

Was it a little too forward to say that you were a sucker for different accents?

"A bit." you replied. "Not my first rodeo with walking from here, so I have my shortcuts, you know."

Simon raised his eyebrow.

"Not your first?"

"Sometimes my car does little tricks, you know. Like today. So, I walk, what other choice do I have?"

"How long it's been since you checked your car?" he asked, after a few seconds.

You let out a chuckle, as you tried to remember when you actually visited Celia. A few months? Six? More or less, even if your mechanic actually was reminding you that you can hop in every once in a while. It's not like you were always busy, you could just have a day off, since you were your own boss, or you could just close earlier.

It was just... a fuck up, from your side, honestly. It wasn't your smartest thing you've done, but shit happened sometimes.

"Around six." you managed to mumble with a bit of shame, as he gave you a look.

"And for six months you occasionally walk to home in the middle of the night? Instead of, I don't know" he snorted, rolling his eyes "maybe going to mechanic?"

You huffed.

"You make it sound worse than it already is" you pointed out, amused, despite the fact that he practically called you out.

He was right, and you knew it very well.

"Although" you started talking again "it's the perfect scenario for tragedy, you know. Kidnapping, being murdered in those bushes. Really."

Simon, before completely disappearing from your sigh in some alley, gave you a polite look that spoke volumes about what you said. Yet, he didn't dare to disagree with you, he probably thought of that too.

The headlines in newspaper would be funny. Vet died on her way home or Mysterious disappearance of Addison Frost. That second one sounds like a book or something – you thought.

"Take care, once again. Would hate for Sparkles to have other vet." you managed to hear, when you parted your ways, walking in other direction to your homes.

Sparkles.

So, it's the name of his cat.

You smiled under your nose, as you thought how adorable it is to name an animal like that. What was his inspiration, though? Has he looked to ideas on the internet, or he had it in mind? He didn't seem like he was a big softie and just decided on that. Maybe he had an inspiration?

You couldn't help but wonder, thinking that probably Simon Harris will occupy your mind for a little longer, even if he was just a client.

A client that you managed to talk to, despite his cold demeanor.

Seemed like a reward to you.

#simon riley #call of duty #imagine #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x you #ghost mw2 #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #cod #ghost call of duty

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lotus-pear · 25 days

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ok i'm an entire month late but here are the results of this competition at last!! i would like to preface this by saying a big thank you to everyone who participated as this was my first time doing smt like this! i'm so glad it was met w so much participation and unique entries, and i genuinely cannot express enough gratitude for the ppl who submitted their version. seeing everyone's individual posts w the diverse amount of art styles and mediums was so cool and i loved each post sm!! so thank you for participating and for your support!! it really does mean the world to me!!

with that, without further ado, let me announce our winners...

FIRST PLACE: @latapadraws

I WAS ABSOLUTEY BLOWN AWAY BY NOT ONLY THE COMPOSITION BUT THE LIGHTING OF THIS PIECE. REALLY. MY JAW IS STILL ON THE FLOOR LOOKING AT IT. the warm golden and red glow like evening rays of sun is so gorgeous not to mention dazai's musing expression. hes soo beautiful in your style op he looks like he was carved from marble. so elegant and sharp.

SECOND PLACE: @thornedarrow, specifically @velaversal

bea oh my god i still get heart eyes whenever i see this. the fuchsia is so gorgeous it looks like whorls of fire and the marble effect of the background is so ethereal. the color palette and rendering in general just astounds me, i feel like i'm on another plane of existence looking at this.

THIRD PLACE: @kokoasci

koko!!!!! i'm always enamored by translucent feel of your pieces and it always looks like rose-tinted glass, i always want to break off a piece and let it melt on my tongue bc it looks so sweet and sugary. said this in the tags but the background also was incredible and dazai kind of reminded me of the mad hatter!! the coy expression, the dramatic pose, the whimsical pastel color palette, the tea spilling from the porcelain cups...100/10 for mood and storytelling

FOURTH PLACE: @sableeira

SABLEEEE OH MY GOD......LIKE WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN.......THIS WAS SUCH AN OUT OF BOX WAY TO LOOK AT THE OG PIECE.....AN ENTHRALLING INTERPRETATION. dazai being haunted by his former self, conveyed through the earthy color palette and dramatic lighting that ties the entire piece together. literally was blown away by how unique this entry was, absolutey incredible

FIFTH PLACE: @shrimpkini

shrimp i'm being so honest rn i want this as a poster and i want it hung on my wall bc my heart still stops every time i look at it. the hard light that casts dazai's entire face into shadow which highlights the red of his eye makes me rattle the bars of my cage every single time, not to mention the rimlight on his entire frame basking the piece is an eerie glow. phenomenal play of lighting. i'm swept off my feet.

#my sincerest aplogiest that this is so late i think everyone should be allowed to throw eggs at me #so glad that only one of the contestants is my irls so i don't get jumped next time i leave the house #anyway thank you so much again to everyone who participated!! it truly means a lot #and huge congrats to the winners you guys deserve it!!!!!!!‼️‼️#lotuspear5kdtiys

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jakeromanoart · 4 months

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How do you make your color palettes?? theyre literally gorgeous, I've been trying to do more bright "clashing" colors but they always clash too much

hi!! i may have posted this before so sorry if i sound like a broken record. i have three different ways i find palettes for my art.

method #1: sample from my own art is it because im lazy? yes!! a little bit!! but does it also work and give me a jumping off point for my art while keeping my art looking cohesive?? also yes!! i know of 4 recent paintings that all sampled and referenced each other. i'll post them below

if it aint broke dont fix it! also if youre experimenting with color and things just arent looking great go find an artist you like and sample from them. i dont condone copying or tracing art but drawing inspiration from your favorite artists by eyedropping their paintings so you can learn from them is in the okay zone for me.

method #2: just straight up using my favorite colors CONFIDENTLY i created this palette and i literally sample from it every time. i think a big part of making color look good is just being confident. if you zoom into some parts of my art there are definitely instances when things clash but i actually try to lean into those instances bc it creates a sort of unique eyestrain look. colors dont have to always play nice for a piece to work

i always use at least three colors from this palette to start (feel free to sample from this if youd like)

method 3 is kind of a last resort but it does the trick in a pinch: i take my reference picture and pump the colors WAYYYY up then sample from that. for this painting in particular i wanted to include a lot of green. admittedly green palettes are my worst enemy so i relied on this method to help me out here:

i like this method especially with my ref photos of nature because often i find that natural colors hardly clash and there are many harmonious undertones hidden beneath what at first glance looks like "just green" or "just brown" . pumping up the saturation with a photo editing tool brings all those hidden colors to the surface while keeping them somewhat harmonious

i hope this helps a little bit! ive never taken a color theory class or anything so i wish i could give more technical advice about color relationships and stuff like that but mostly i just.. use the colors that i love most, which may be a good place to start ⚡

#jakey speaks #eyestrain #asks

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agarthanguide · 6 months

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Hi Hannah! How much creative freedom do you get with the official art? How many pose sketches do you do before you settle on the perfect one? Also, can you tell us what kind of brushes you use? And do you use procreate? Sorry for all the questions, I just find this all so fascinating! Thank you for everything you do for the fandom. You are so very appreciated and loved, I hope you know this.

Hi Anon!

I have total creative freedom with the official art. But that doesn't mean the actors will go for it lol. In reality, it generally goes- - Actor sends brief. May be a few sentences. May be a huge pdf with multiple reference photos. Or anything in between. - I craft a pitch. I try to focus on a few main elements, those being- - Face - Pose language - Outfit/gear - Color palette - Weapons (if applicable) Then there's a back and forth in which the actor picks stuff I've pitched, or asks for more specific things, makes changes, etc. It doesn't always go exactly like that, but it's mostly something like that.

So, you know. That actually translates into a lot of freedom! I have not ever gone completely off script, but I do try to spread different elements around, and pitch a variety of styles and concepts. I conceive of my job as helping the actor get their vision across to the audience. In my worst nightmares, the audience is alienated from a character or misinterprets a character because of my design, instead of the intentions of the actor.

I use photoshop, because I am an Old. I have a huge gorgeous wacom cintiq, and I use a foolish number of layers. I know younger, more nimble artists who make massive paintings on ipads with procreate, but I am not that slick lol.

I have a stupidly large collection of brushes, but I mostly use a few key ones. A very pressure sensitive triangle brush for sketching and lineart, a heavily textured round brush for shading. I make my own brushes for things like knitwear and armor.

Thank you for the nice ask and the lovely words- I can't tell you how much that means to me. Here is a sketch of Imogen in a cape!

#my art #asks #critical role

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azsazz · 1 year

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Dioxazine (Part 2)

Rhysand x Reader

Summary: After Rhys invites you to his party, you find yourself attending...for research.

Warnings: Drinking, smoking, smut.

Word Count: 4,993

(Part 1)

Notes: thank you, as always, to @writingsbychlo for the help 💙

And Happy Friday my loves!!

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You make a noise of frustration, leaning back into your chair and tossing your brush into the palette beside your canvas. It bounces once before the tip sticks in the thick oily violet color you’d been trying to perfect, while the wooden handle of the paintbrush rolls into the other various shades of violet you’d been trying to blend from memory.

None of them are right.

You’ll never admit it – least of all to Rhysand should you ever see him again – but he has the most intriguing eyes you’ve ever seen. Sure, you’ve seen pretty greens and blues and caramel browns, vast arrays of colorful iris’ throughout your life, but never that striking violet that Rhys has.

You cross your arms over your chest as you stare at the painting of his eyes you’ve been attempting since you’ve gotten home from your trip to the supply store where you’d met the cheeky man. You haven’t been able to get them off of your mind, so you did the only thing that would normally help you move on from something so interesting; paint it.

But the purple you mixed doesn’t look like lightning streaking across the night sky. What you’ve painted looks more like a bushel of grapes ready to be crushed and made into wine. It’s all off. You’ve used nearly the entire tube of the dioxazine color you’d bought trying to blend the perfect shade, but to no avail.

You bite your cheek, looking down at your arm. You’d scrubbed tirelessly at the thick black numbers Rhysand had scribbled on your skin in haste, but even if you hadn’t immediately plugged his number into your phone as soon as you set your bag of art supplies down, you have it memorized anyway. It had been the only way to get him away from you, although there was something about his incessant flirting and cheeky attitude that had you intrigued. And the fact that he’s drop dead gorgeous.

You can’t help but wonder what he and his friends were spray painting and where. Was it on the side of the commons building with their address and time for the party? Or maybe some random run down building off campus somewhere? Did he paint an admission of his fondness towards the girl he’d known for only a few minutes? He did say that he would paint something pretty for you.

Groaning, you throw your head in your hands. You should stop thinking about him. You don’t want to be, but there’s something about Rhys that you just can’t get out of your head. And it’s not only the color of his eyes.

Your arm has barely stopped tingling and your stomach has had butterflies running rampant since he’d grabbed your arm to write his number down. His hand was large and warm wrapped around your wrist, and it was calloused in all of the right places. His smirk had made your heart stutter in your chest and after seeing that silly tattoo you found yourself wanting to rid him of his shirt to admire the other ink you saw sprawling up his tan arms.

Rhys seems like the kind of guy who even has tattoos framing his–

“Fuck,” you breathe, reaching for your phone that’s playing music softly by your side. Your cheeks are hot with a blush and you’re thankful that no one’s around to see it. Paint smears on the screen as you try to unlock it, a vibrant purple that makes you want to cringe. It’s nowhere near the color you’re looking for, and you swipe your phone against your pants, quickly removing the paint and pulling open a new text thread before you lose your nerve.

It’s (Y/N). Where’s that party you were talking about earlier?

Simple. Straight to the point. You hit send.

There’s a fleeting thought that maybe you should delete it, but your phone is already buzzing with response.

Changed your mind already, (Y/N) Darling? That didn’t take long.

You huff, even though you’d been expecting something as much from Rhysand.

Changed my mind. Have a nice night. Try not to get the police called on you.

Awe, you’re worried about me?

Address? So I can be the one to call the police on you.

You can picture that smile curling his lips in a feline smirk. Maybe he’s even laughing. A good look for him, one that has you biting your lip and on the edge of your stool as you wait for a response. The three dots appear quickly as he shoots off his reply.

2054 Velaris Circle. I can assure you that no uninvited police will be there.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

“I was beginning to think that you weren’t coming,” Rhys smirks, and gods, does he look amazing in that black t-shirt and jeans to match, leaning up against the doorframe like that. His arms are crossed over his chest, the pose accentuating his muscles.

You swallow, holding his gaze. His violet eyes are intense and the air around you is charged as he dares you to check him out.

You don’t give into the urge to drag your eyes down his body, instead taking in his handsome face. The wicked curve of his mouth and his sleek black hair is mused in the perfect way. You notice the stars in his eyes the longer you stare, and all of sudden you know that you’re no longer here just to memorize that color for your painting.

You need to memorize all of him.

“I was deciding whether or not I wanted to actually show up,” you respond with a lie, shrugging as if you haven’t just come to this jarring realization.

Rhys doesn’t look like he believes you, so he says, “Well, I’m glad you could find the time to join me.”

Not join the party, not join us, but him.

“I have artists’ block and nothing better to do anyway, so here I am,” you offer lamely but he smiles nonetheless.

He hums in a noncommittal way and shifts to the side, gesturing you into the house with a wave.

You duck inside and Rhys’ hand falls lightly to your back to usher you deeper into his home. You can feel his fingertips burning through the thin fabric of your shirt, heating your bones. The touch of him against you helps as you maneuver through the mass of drunken strangers, the music loud in your ears.

If you thought the outside was tremendous, the inside is even more so. It’s a large house, bigger than you would assume a struggling art student to be able to afford, even with multiple roommates. He must come from some sort of money or in fact be a very successful artist to call this extravagant, modern space his home.

The crowd parts around you as Rhys guides you through the foyer. Girls take you in with their hazy glares, assessing, while the boys clap Rhys on the shoulder with passing greetings, cheers, and dibs to be his partner in the next round of beer pong.

“Wow…you’re quite the social butterfly,” you comment as you pass by two boys who are handing out shots of amber liquid to passersby. Both of their copper hair stands out even under the low lighting, and you gasp, jumping backward as the younger one shoves a glass into your hand as the older one flicks his lighter, setting the liquid on fire with a brazen grin.

Rhysands warm hands find your hips as you startle, settling you as he continues forward to press up into your backside in protection. He sends a glare that you miss over your head towards the pyromaniacs that have somehow squirreled their way into another one of his parties.

“What the fuck?” you squeak, careful not to let any of the drink slosh over the sides of the glass.

“It’s alright, Darling,” Rhys’ deep tone sends shivers rumbling up your spine, drawing your attention away from the flaming drink in your hand. Your cheeks heat as your focus is pulled to the hard lines of his body pressed tightly against yours, his fingers pressing into your waist with confidence. You feel as though you’ve already taken the shot of alcohol.

Rhys reaches over your shoulder to take the drink from your hands. He keeps it held in front of you, as far away from your body as he can reach. Your hands fall to grasp the sides of his legs as he places a palm over the entirety of the glass, your breath hitching in your throat as he stifles its flame.

Your nails dig into the meat of his thighs through the thick denim and his breathing falters as he thinks about those nails all over his body, dragging across his tanned skin while you writhe and whimper beneath him.

You feel his breathing deepen and his cock press into your hind. You bite your lip to stifle the noise of pleasure creeping up your throat.

You want this.

You want him.

Your entire façade you had walking into his party is gone, singed away from the sure way he’s holding you tightly to his body. You can feel every muscle as he moves, every breath he takes, his broad chest pushing you forward and the arm around your waist pulling you back, lulling you into him further. You’re a fucking goner.

Once the flame is smothered, he uses that hand to grab your chin, tilting your head back all the way until you meet his violet gaze.

His eyes are burning the color of the hottest flames, licking you up as he forces your jaw open, his thumb and middle fingers pinching your cheeks. It isn’t painful but his touch isn’t light and the feeling goes straight to your core, molten for him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs softly, focusing fully on you as he brings the shot to your mouth and dumps the liquid in.

You choke a little as you force the cinnamon liquor down and the sound makes him bite his lip and his cock jump with need. You can’t help but arch against him a little, grinding into him as he thinks about what kinds of sounds you’d make if his cock was being shoved down your throat instead of just the fiery alcohol.

“Yo! Get a room,” a high pitched voice startles you. Rhys’ grip around your neck tightens in reflex but falls to your side when your attention is ripped apart to the girl passing by with a wicked grin on her cadmium red lips.

She’s gorgeous, clad in a skimpy dress and killer heels, her blonde hair bouncing around her in perfect waves as she approaches. You swallow your nervousness, beginning to shift away from Rhys because surely he’ll want her attention.

But Rhysand only scowls at the girl, his hand on your hip sliding across your waist to keep you pinned to his front. “You’re one to talk, Morrigan. I think Emerie is waiting in the guest room already.”

Her laugh is a song of its own and she doesn’t take the time to stop like you thought that she would, she only continues deeper into the party where the music gets louder and the air gets hotter.

You raise your eyebrow at Rhys and he grins sheepishly. “That was my nosey cousin, Mor.”

You nod in understanding as he begins leading you through the room again with a final scowl over his shoulders at the two brothers with matching shit-eating grins covering their freckled lined faces.

When the crowd parts and you finally catch sight of where Rhys is taking you and you halt in your tracks.

There’s a table of sorts set up, a few ring lights brightening up the space in the corner of the room. You recognize the two boys. There’s a gloriously tanned man laying on the table, shirtless with the waistband of his pants tugged down to expose his hips. He’s grinning down at something that the artist mutters. His toned body is littered with tattoos like Rhys’, though you can’t make them out from where you’re standing. He huffs a laugh when the dark haired boy with the tattoo gun in his hand pauses and glares up at him, settling flat on his back from where he’d been curled up, trying to get a look at the progress of his new tattoo.

The artist looks similar as he hunches over the other man’s waist once more. Broad shoulders beneath a starkly onyx shirt. The fringe of his hair hangs between the two men, looking silky soft in the harsh lights. He’s concentrating hard, attentive golden eyes and steady hands covered with sterile gloves. More permanent art across his body, you notice a tattoo of a falling angel on his bicep. Whatever it’s reaching up towards disappears beneath the sleeve of his shirt.

Your stomach rolls with nervousness. Surely Rhys hadn’t been serious when he’d mentioned you getting a tattoo of his phone number outside of the art shop.

You rub your hand over the mark he’d left subconsciously.

“Isn’t that illegal?” you blurt, grimacing as you stare at the man as he pauses to wipe stray ink away from the other man’s cut hips.

“Having fun? No.”

You tear your gaze away from the sight to glare up at him.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Rhys’ laughter rings above the heavy bass of the music and his hand presses more firmly against your back, urging you forward. Your spine tightens pleasurably at the pressure.

“Loosen up. What does it matter, if it’s consensual?”

You suppose he has a point. The area looks clean enough and the boy giving the tattoos looks as professional as any, but you will not be hopping up on that table tonight.

Not that you can’t be convinced.

“They’re my roommates,” Rhys explains as he ushers you by. The one lying on the table gives Rhys a shit eating grin. He looks like he’s about to say something but the other boy mutters a threat that you can’t hear over the loud bass of the music, but the way the other scoffs and deflates tells you enough.

You nod in response, and he continues, leaning down so you can hear him better. His breath is hot against your skin and it causes shivers to prickle up your spine, your fingers twisting together with nervousness as he leads you towards the hall. “The one on the table is Cassian, and the one giving him that awful tattoo I told him not to get is Azriel.”

That catches your interest. “Awful tattoo?” you ask, following Rhys as he shoves his way into a room you can only assume is his own. “What is he getting?”

The lights cut on, dim so that you can see but it doesn’t ruin the mood. Rhys slips the door shut and there’s a click of the lock that's drowned out by the party outside. You find yourself not caring what tattoo Cassian is getting as you take in the sight of his large room. It’s something out of a dream, sleek and pristine and attuned to Rhysand very aesthetically. There’s stacks of art history books littering his large desk on one side, his sleek laptop shut on top, and the other side is filled with a mess of charcoals, pencils, and paper from the art shop.

You wonder what he’s drawing over there.

Rhys tuts disapprovingly, “You do not want to know, Darling.”

You can’t help but grin at him as he comes up behind where you’re standing to wrap himself around you. It’s nice, more than, and while you swore you were only coming here to peek at his eyes again to reference in your painting, you find yourself wanting to get him out of his clothes, see all of him, so your work of just his eyes can turn into a full body picture.

“Oh, but now I really do want to know,” you giggle, latching onto his forearm where it’s splayed across your shoulders. You turn in his arms and Rhys lets you lead him backwards towards the bed as you guess. “Is it leaves or wings? Or, don’t tell me! It’s totally someone's name, right? He seems like the type.”

Rhysand dips his head down to press against yours. Your breath hitches at his close proximity and your cheeky thoughts wander into something more serious, your grip tightening on him as the backs of his legs hit the bed.

“Oh, Darling,” he breathes, nipping at your lip. It’s quick and playful and you find yourself wanting to chase him for more. “It’s so much worse than that. I told him not to get it.”

Rhys’ grip tightens around your waist as he falls backwards and you land on top of his rock hard chest with a squeal. Your hips are tucked tightly to his and when you move to settle more properly, he grunts at you.

You can’t help yourself, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead as you respond, “Yeah? Worse than a drugged-out Mickey Mouse?”

He grins and your heart stutters. That is something you’ll have no trouble painting later because it is forever etched into your mind now.

Rhys pokes your sides and you squirm against him in retaliation. He chokes on his laugh and those violet eyes darken with lust at your movements. You can feel just how much you’re affecting him.

“He’s getting ‘in case I forget later: thank you’ tattooed across his hips, Darling.”

Your mouth falls open in shock before you’re bursting out into uncontrollable laughter. You can’t help yourself and Mother help the poor girls who see it, but that is a heinous crime and Rhysand doesn’t even look like he’s joking.

“Please tell me that’s not true,” you ask when you calm down a little, cheeks burning from your smile. You quite like the way that Rhysand’s dioxazine eyes shine at you.

He shrugs under you, “Said he wanted to match with me.”

“Stop.”

He lifts a brow, daring. “Why don’t you take a look for yourself?”

And with those words the silliness eddies from your body. Instead, it’s replaced with a charged sort of silence, his breathing deepening as your pupils dilate for him. His hands around your hips move slowly, warm palms curving over the round of your ass before pulling your hips tighter into him. You gasp, circling them a little, reveling in the hardness pressed up against you and his guttural groan.

When you move to slide down his body he licks his lips, carefully watching your fingers fumble with the button of his pants. You keep your eyes off of his cock where it’s straining against the fabric, but your mouth waters a little knowing that he’s as ready for this as you are. You wonder if he’s spent all day thinking about you like you have him, and you fight the urge to go flip through those drawings on his desk to see if he’s been sketching you too.

You’re eager, shoving his shirt up his chest to reveal the deep cut of his hip bones, tanned and not an ounce of ink in sight.

You purse your lips, glaring up at him playfully.

“You lied to me.”

His stare is hungry, the sight of you before his cock makes him ache more, and that pout…he hopes he lasts.

“Maybe someday, Darling,” his voice is raspy with desire that makes your cunt clench. Until that day, you’ll leave your own marks on his hips.

You act on the urge, leaning closer to lick and nip at the smooth skin. Your eyes don’t leave his and you swear he shudders as you suck as many marks into the area as you can. When you shift to lap at the other side you let your breasts drag across the bulge in his pants, nipples tightening at the feeling.

Rhys’ head falls back on his shoulders as he releases a shaky exhale, “Darling.”

You ignore him in favor of tugging at the waistband of his briefs, aching to see that picturesque cock and add it to the painting you’re building in your mind.

He gets the hint quickly, grabbing your arms and pulling you up his body for a burning kiss.

Before you even have a chance to sink into it he’s rolling you off of him. A protest pushes at your lips but he’s lifting himself to pull at the jeans you’ve already started getting off, and you’re frozen at the sight as his bottoms hit the floor and his cock springs up, thick and hard and perfect in every way. You swallow at the sight of it.

Your heart races in your chest as he climbs back onto the bed, wasting no time in helping you with your own clothes, attaching himself to your lips as his hands begin to wander everywhere. Yours slip into his silky hair and you moan into the kiss, shuddering as the cool air of his room coats your naked body until his warm one is pressing harshly against yours, his filled cock sliding through the folds of your slick cunt.

There is no foreplay. You don’t need it with how wet you are, how eager for him you are. The both of you touch and tug at each other desperately, like you haven’t thought of anything else all day except for this moment, and neither of you are willing to waste it. With the way that he’s kissing you, fingers sliding across your body to shift you into the positions he wants, you know that there will be more time for you to explore later.

You are the perfect canvas for his kisses, reacting beautifully to his every move.

The party is still in its height, music thrumming so loudly that the walls shake with it. You don’t care though, all caught up in Rhysand.

The pounding of the base fizzles out as his cock slides in, in, into your hot cunt, swallowing the length like the good girl he knows you are. You whimper with pleasure. It’s almost too much, how big he is, how warm he is, it feels like you can feel him in your throat.

“Fuck, Darling. Just like I’d imagined it’d be.”

You arch at his words. You’re pressed so tightly together you think his tattoos might rub off on you. The thought makes you shiver. You’d love to be marked by him in a way that will last longer than the bruises his fingertips and lips are leaving.

You feel like sliding out from under him and onto that leather table set up in the other room, requesting a tattoo from the quiet man giving them. Or just have him come in here and do it while you’re sitting on Rhysands cock.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Rhys whispers against your lips, drawing you away from your wandering thoughts. A soft kiss, a tease, and then another.

You surge up from the pillow and kiss him when he pulls away. Your fingers twist into his hair to hold him against you and in return his hips cant downwards into your own. He moans into your mouth. He tastes amazing and the heat of his lips against yours goes straight to your core. The swirl of his tongue is one you hope he’ll recreate against your clit later.

“If you could give me a tattoo, what would you give me?” you ask breathlessly, desperately as he impales you with his cock, nails scraping down his back as he pushes into you even further. His large hands hold your waist and when you arch your spine in pleasure his eyes glow.

He stares down at you for a moment, violet gaze drinking in the swell of your lips, the mess your hair has become as he ruts into you. Your beauty is everlasting, and your words drive him deeper into you with a feral groan. His words slip from his mouth in pleasure, “My name.”

You can’t help the loud, erotic moan that escapes at his admission.

“Fuck. Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Rhys growls, pressing his body flush against yours to pin you to the bed. He likes the feel of you under him, writhing against his chest with his cock shoved deep into your soaking wet cunt. He sucks a lewd kiss to the underside of your jaw, making his way towards your ear.

The pendant of his necklace is like ice against your hot skin and you whimper in pleasure at the feeling, praying that the medallion will be indented into your skin from how tightly the two of you are molded together.

His voice is low, breath hot as he hums, “Want to have my name on you, yeah? Right where everyone can see, pretty girl?” His calloused fingers trail up your sides, stopping at your breasts to play with them. He circles your nipple with his finger, cock twitching at the thought of you branded with his name across your skin. “Or would you want it somewhere else? A secret for just you and me?”

You can’t help it, chest heaving against his. His words are incredibly erotic, and they drive you towards your edge, eyes rolling back into your skull at the thought. Rhys hisses with satisfaction when your cunt clenches around him in response.

He has such a sinful way with his lips, nipping and biting and kissing in all of the right spots. You feel like a Goddess being worshiped by her loyal acolyte. The wetness of his mouth leaves a trail of pleasure down your skin, the cold air of his room licking at it in the best way.

Rhysand teases your breasts as he fucks into you, massaging one with a warm hand and the other with his mouth, rolling your nipple between his teeth and brushing his tongue over it. You pull at his hair and a hiss escapes your lips at the sting.

Your touch scalds him in the best way and he can’t help but to buck into you as your nails scape down his tanned skin again, pleading for everything he can give you.

He will give you it all.

Rhys takes extra care of you, reveling in the sounds you’re making for him. He doesn’t care that he’s hosting a party outside of this door, doesn’t care if someone comes near enough to hear your desperate pleas for him to go faster, to continue rubbing his fingers against your clit, to let you ride him. He almost wants someone to hear how he’s making you feel, making you scream.

Finally, his hand trails down to where his hips are jackknifing into your cunt at a steady pace. He leans back, staring down at where your bodies meet, your glistening cunt in the light washing into the room from the dimmed lights. He licks his lips, vowing to taste you after this.

His light touch makes you gasp and buck up, fingers treading softly over your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm, that hot feeling coiling in your gut.

Rhysand’s thumb presses hot against your clit as his cock buries into you so deeply you see stars for a moment. You clench your legs together instinctively but he’s already there, keeping them spread wide with his own thick thighs as he quickens his pace.

“Rhys,” you cry, hands fisting into the sheets as he works you towards your pleasure, “Please. Please!”

“Please what?” he grunts. He can’t look away from your perfect cunt, the way it swallows his cock up, taking him so greedily. “C’mon, Darling, gotta use your words.”

You press your head back into the pillow, mouth slack in ecstasy. The sight makes his cock twitch, makes him want to shove it right between your perfectly ‘o’ shaped lips, feel the tightness of your throat wrapped around him as he cums.

“Please, don’t stop,” you choke, letting yourself fall into utter bliss.

Rhys doesn’t stop. He keeps working you through your orgasm until he’s cumming right there with you, hot and pulsing into your throbbing cunt.

He collapses next to you, pulling you in tightly to his chest as if you’re already too far apart from him. Rhys presses his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed tightly shut. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, panting across your cheeks with every exhale he takes.

“Rhys?” you ask when you’ve settled into your afterglow, his fingers playing with your hair mindlessly.

He hasn’t let you go since, hardly long enough for him to clean you up and let you use the restroom, and then you were climbing right back into his soft bed, nestling into his warm embrace.

He hums languidly, utterly at peace with you here, even though the party is still in full effect outside. There’s muffled cheering about a keg stand and wolfish laughter rattles the house but even then, it feels like it’s just you and him alone in your own little world. “What?”

“What did you tag on the building earlier?” Your eyes slip shut and the question comes out shy.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, cheeks, and finally a slow kiss to your mouth, his tongue coaxing you deeper into his arms.

“I tagged it with a violet rose.”

“A violet rose? Why’s that?”

He’s silent for so long that you think maybe he’s fallen asleep, cracking one eye open to see, but he’s staring down at you with soft eyes and red cheeks. He swallows harshly and for a moment you’re afraid that he’s not going to explain, that you’ll have to look it up after he falls asleep.

“Darling, a violet rose represents love at first sight.”

#rhysand #rhysand x reader #rhysand/reader #rhys/reader #rhys x reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotarxreader #modern!rhys #modern!rhysand #azsazz #art school au

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mitraoki · 2 months

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daze. (chuuya x reader)

note; @akutagawasbitch love u thank u for giving me inspo to write for bsd again TEEHEE🥺🤍 was obsessed with the idea of jealous chuuya so hopefully this fic did him justice AAAAAA-

cw; not really proofread, reader is a little more feminine (they wear a dress), reader is also not in any of the organizations, suggestive, drunk chuuya!!!

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when they said it was supposed to be a party like always, chuuya definitely didn't expect to be met with hundreds of other faces he'd never seen.

he certainly did not expect for you to want to tag along, too. it wasn't like you haven't already - sometimes curiosity gets the best of you, and you couldn't resist your ravishing looking man in one of his best suits.

a suit that you'd picked out for him during one of your dates. wine red - just the way he likes it - traces amongst the silky black fabric. it was tough choosing between a bowtie or just a tie, but he preferred the tie; tucked underneath the vest that hugged his build perfectly. buttons glimmering gold under the chandeliers and a rose that he'd picked to match the one clipped on your hairdo.

you seemed to give chuuya motivation to go when he saw your outfit for the night. a dress that complimented his color palette, with the set of jewelry he'd bought for you one fine day. you felt really proud of how well you dressed (just for him, mostly.), so there you were, strutting down the steps of your shared home, an elegant twirl in the end to show him your completed look.

if you looked closely, you could've caught him drooling. he walked towards you, gloved hand loosely wrapped around your waist.

"i'm so in love with you."

"oh, you. i cannot take my eyes off of you either."

it felt so surreal that his boss decided to have a party out of nowhere, but you soon learnt the sole purpose being gaining new intel from a neighboring organization. this was just his way of thanking them. quite extravagant, but thrilling nonetheless.

"old man has so much time on his hands," chuuya grumbled, his arm entwined with yours. "or maybe it's because he wants us members to make up with 'em."

"hey," you slapped his shoulder playfully. "you gotta let it loose once in a while. i bet he even prepared your favorite drink tonight."

"for real?"

"mhm."

he sighed. "i'm only doing this because i love you. oh - and i also wanted you to see me wear this," he raised his head, adjusting his fedora triumphantly.

***

it didn't take long for chuuya to be dragged away by one of his colleagues. the so called ice-breaking session was currently underway and he promised to be back with you the moment he was done. you giggled as you heard him curse under his breath, followed by a toothy smile when he was greeted by a new face.

you found a seat nearby to wait when you met higuchi, a familiar face you've come across every time you tagged along for small matters (at this point he might as well recruit you here, but you'll leave that decision to him).

"higuchi, right? gorgeous as ever. where's um...," you wiggled your finger around, trying to remember the pale-skinned man you always saw her with.

"y/n! you look lovely yourself," you watched her rosy cheeks turn red within seconds as she fanned them off before continuing. "you mean akutagawa senpai? i was told to wait for him here. he seemed to be in an okay mood tonight, so i didn't want to be the first to ruin it," she concluded, straightening the fabric of her dress.

the two of you continued chatting. you followed her around, being introduced to other members of the port mafia. many of them were familiar faces, so it was nice to call them acquaintances now.

it wasn't until you noticed the back of the hall serving a variety of drinks. your ears picked up that it was first come first served, so why would you miss the chance?

though, there's always one thing you always forgot when you attended parties.

the watchful eyes around you.

you and higuchi lost each other in the slowly growing crowd in the drinks corner, so your first mistake was to assume she was the one snaking an arm around your waist.

your second mistake was thinking that it was chuuya trying to pull you away from the crowd.

chills ran down your spine as you peeled yourself away from the foreign arm around you, eyes glaring up at the bigger figure.

"do i know you?"

his words were only drowning along with the background noise, which only infuriated you more.

how long has it been since i last saw chuuya, by the way? you thought to yourself. he promised he would be back soon-

you watched as a gloved fist landed its first hit on the man's face.

did it all happen in a flash? was it in slow motion? you didn't know, you couldn't tell - he continued jabbing more punches around his face, adding a few more to his chin, his jaw.

you finally realized it was your boyfriend when a wine bottle flew past your face. it was gravity he was manipulating - it was nakahara chuuya.

"chuuya! stop it!"

he froze. his once droopy eyes darted towards the now broken wine bottle, back to you, and the man now laying on the floor.

he let out a frustrated grunt, tossing the bottle to the side.

"hear that? yeah. 's my name she's calling," he drawled, squatting to get a better look at the man. with the position he was in, it was like he wasn't ready to show himself till chuuya left his sight.

"touch her again and you would see your grave next."

restless, you grabbed a hold of his arm, hoisting him up only to end up stumbling from his weight.

he's either going to regret this, or brag about it to me, you thought, you inner self shaking their head in defeat.

"we'll get this mess cleaned up; he's drunk. why don't you bring him home, my dear?"

***

you walked in, with him abruptly freeing himself from your hold.

"honey, you're gonna fall. come on."

being drunk was no biggie for chuuya's strength. despite the different world he was in, he seemed to have heard you loud and clear.

it didn't even take five seconds and he had you pinned against the wall, arms slamming against each side of the hard surface.

"what are you-,"

"i'm sorry."

"wha-,"

"i'm sorry, baby," he finally looked into your eyes, the same droopy look you saw in the event earlier. only this time, it was mixed with rage, confusion and regret.

"okay," you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. "chuuya, let's see if you're hurt anywhere, okay? then we'll talk-,"

he practically crash landed into your lips, causing his fedora to slip off of his hair, landing with a soft thud against the floorboard. you didn't realize until this very moment that it had been quite a while since you felt this sensation with him.

he forcefully pulled himself away from you, worried you might do so first.

"i.... i just... i need to kiss you."

his words were firm. his eyes flickered down to your lips before looking back into your eyes once more, and you could tell they were pleading, begging for you to say yes.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his figure in close to yours. doing the honors, you closed the final bit of gap between the two of you, earning a satisfied grunt from his throat.

he pushed you back further against the wall, keeping you trapped within his embrace. his hands now gripped each side of your waist, fingers digging themselves into your fabric like they were trying to find your skin. he tasted like wine - you figured he actually found his favorite on display. his teeth was sinking into your bottom lip. it didn't hurt, but you could tell he was tugging at them.

chuuya let go but left long, luscious pecks on your lips, allowing you to catch your breaths in every interval. his breath was now hot and heavy, his tongue successfully finding its way through, and exploring your mouth like he had been craving for it all night.

that's how he'd always kissed you. he craved for them. and if it were a meal, he would take his time with it, relish it even.

but he also does this when he's jealous. obviously you could tell what he was feeling right now.

you could feel him smirking through the kiss as he heard a soft moan escape you. with that, he moved you away from the wall, gracefully landing you with a plop! onto the sofa.

"you're drunk," you whined breathlessly, finally pulling away. all he did was silently chuckle in response, removing the first two layers of his clothing. the tie made a loud whip sound when he loosened it, as if reminding you to get a grip of what he was about to do to you.

rolling your eyes in amusement, you helped him remove each button of his shirt, sitting up a little to help him slide it off of his body.

he wasn't done with you though. he leaned in closer to you, causing you to lay back down. his lips continued their journey towards your exposed collarbones, reaching at one of the straps of your delicate dress as he pushed it further down your shoulder.

"....i'm sorry i wasn't there when he touched you."

"god, chuuya. i don't think he's gonna dream of it after this," you giggled, fingers tracing his exposed skin. he breathed in sharply as he held your wrist tenderly, kissing it.

"i'm sorry for being so rough with you."

"you did not hurt me at all, chuuya. i promise."

you reached for the back of your dress, but your action was soon cut off by his hands once again.

"let me take care of you, baby. please."

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rashomonss · 1 year

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A HUMANS WRATH

Part VII

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a/n: first off a humans wrath has a new look! what do y’all think? i quite like the red since it matches my blog, or should i have stuck with the green color palette?? (ó﹏ò｡)

second omg how do some of you read so fast..?? literally these past couple of days a few of you have been reading the entirety of this story in a span of 10 minutes or less. y’all are speed readers i swear, but i think it’s so sweet that you all read through it and enjoy it <3

warnings: a bit of manipulation, angst, the usual

An offering of oneself

The House of Lamentation had become quite lively as you continued to stay there. Each brother soon breaking out of their shell and opening up about the things your demons would usually tell you.

It was cute in a way to learn about them as they told you their own interests and some personal information. However this was nothing new since you and your demons already had such a strong bond; so listening to these brothers was like learning about each of them all over again.

They on the other hand loved hearing you talk about your interests as well as your thoughts. Each would listen with sparkling eyes as you spoke, some not even daring to look away afraid they would miss something important. It felt nice to get attention like this from them.

Your demons always gave you attention and it was nice, however the closer you got the more boundaries they pushed and you were never one to say anything about the matter since it never bothered you. Unlike your demons, these brothers respected your boundaries even if you hadn’t set any. So it puzzled you at first when they would knock at your door and wait to be let in instead of barging through the door shouting. Or when Belphie asked if you wanted to cuddle or if he could lay in your lap. Your Belphie never asked, he just did, but it never bothered you. Right?

They were also not ones to fight over you that much. Sure each liked their time with you, but they figured out a system to share your time without causing you stress. It was nice, only if your demons could do that.

You had made your way into Levi’s room with a few drinks and snacks as he requested. The Avatar of Envy would have gotten them himself, however he was busy preparing his room for the all-night anime marathon you agreed too.

Levi couldn’t contain his excitement when you had agreed, to the point where he had almost started crying. After you panicked and asked if he was ok he explained with a beet red face that he was just so happy you wanted to hang out with a gross otaku like himself.

After a few words of affirmation you helped him calm down and then claimed that he wasn’t gross and that he shouldn’t think of himself that way. Which again triggered another crying session followed by asking if you were an angel.

Thinking back on it now he was as emotional as your Levi, the only downside was that he wasn’t as physically comfortable with you as your Levi was. But the good thing with this Levi is that if you asked him not to talk down on himself then he would stop and listen. Yours would just continue making you exhaust your vocabulary further.

Asmo was also the same in a sense. He still had great fashion taste and advice, not to mention he always looked drop dead gorgeous. However this Asmo was more sentimental with you than yours. You found yourself swooning at his words when he would talk about how happy you made him. It was sweet.

You had found yourself in Asmo’s room for the night partaking in a new skincare routine he wanted to try. As you both laid down on his fluffy pink bed talking about drama and what not, Asmo cut the conversation short and got serious for a moment.

“You know darling I’ve always dreamed of doing this with you. Just talking and enjoying each other’s company as well as the latest Devildom drama” he said laughing a bit.

“After the incident we never were able to talk anymore and any time I tried you would yell, so I left not wanting to further stress you out. But oh how I missed you. Your beautiful smile and laughter, as well as your sense of humor. But now I’m so glad to be with you again, you don’t understand how happy it makes me! Not to mention your skin is looking lovely now!” Asmo said, pulling you into a tight hug.

You laughed in response as he continued to shower you with words of praise, surprisingly never once bringing himself up as he talked about you. Which shocked you a bit since your Asmo always mentions something about himself. But you didn’t mind…

Satan had always been the same, there and here. He continued to always watch out for you and make sure you were doing well. Not to mention he still continues to tutor you or even help with your homework. He was always thoughtful about your needs and made sure to walk you to your next class or help you cram study for the next upcoming project.

Satan was always so reliable. And you confirmed that when you spent the day in the library with him after school.

He was helping you finish the worksheet given in your Devildom history class and even offered some new pieces of information your Satan never mentioned. As he was watching you study he couldn’t help as his mind began to drift somewhere else.

This was like a fairy tale in a sense. You never let him get too close before, but now you were sitting next to him asking for his help, and even talking to him about your interests and favorite books.

He knew he shouldn’t let the conversation falter since you were supposed to be studying but he couldn’t help himself. Your voice was so comforting to listen to. He had never heard it often so hearing it now while it was just the two of you was divine.

Since you had read some of his favorite books he found himself rambling about them more so than he liked. But he didn’t care, the way you looked as he rambled made his heart race. And as you talked the expressions he gave you were simply adorable.

Your Satan wasn’t nearly this expressive. Sure he was expressive to an extent but it was like watching a whole new side of him. It was exhilarating. You wished your Satan would be a bit more expressive like this one.

Your first demon found himself regaining that position again. Much to all the other brother’s dismay you and Mammon were joined at the hip again causing all sorts of mischief. He loved having you around like he used too. The butterflies in his stomach remained ever present the more time he spent with you, and he loved the feeling you gave him when you would reciprocate his affection.

You and Mammon were enjoying a few Devildom movies in his room like last time, except he vowed not to push you out. He instead let you know how much he valued you and your company. Insisting that you were a great fit for “The Great Mammon”.

Laughing as he cracked a joke or two about the two of you, you found yourself wishing your Mammon was as open about his feelings as this one was.

Sure the tsundere act he gave off was cute, but sometimes you wished he was more open with his feelings instead of acting like you weren’t that special to him. It hurt a tad but you had gotten used to it because Mammon always made you feel more special than anyone.

However this Mammon was soon beginning to make you question if you really did want more with your Mammon. Deciding to push it to the back of your mind you didn’t want it to bother you. Because you told yourself you were happy with your demons.

And oh Beel, he continued to be as sweet as your Beel. Always making sure you ate enough, and making sure you were in proper health.

One thing this Beel found himself enjoying more was the fact that you fed him. Since you would constantly feed your Beel you unconsciously did the same with him. The gesture at first surprised him but he found himself thoroughly enjoying it. After all this way he was able to eat more food.

His brothers were not fond of it since he always wanted you to sit next to him at restaurants or dinners at home. They claimed he shouldn’t be doing that to you because then you’d never be able to eat your food since you were constantly feeding him.

This worried the poor demon so you soon found yourself being fed instead. It surprised all of you when Beel would wait to eat until you were content. It was endearing that he did that but sometimes you would have to tell him to make sure to eat because his stomach was scaring everyone.

He also formed a habit of picking you up and just carrying you around. At first it scared you when you were suddenly lifted by your armpits and held bridal style in his arms till he set you down. It was cute though.

Thinking back, you thought to possibly ask your Beel if he could be more affectionate. It’s not like he wasn’t, but the way this Beel was pampering you made you feel as if you were on cloud nine. But you decided against it because you found your Beel’s affection to be enough. That's what you wanted to believe…

Belphie was an interesting demon now. After he heard what you spoke to Lucifer about and even after apologizing he still felt himself tiptoeing around you, worried.

He always made sure you were comfortable in his presence before doing anything though which made your heart swell just that small bit, because you realized he cared. Of course your Belphie cared, he just had a funny way of showing it sometimes.

Since Belphie was a brat you weren’t that surprised that this Belphie acted like one. However it was never directed towards you, instead his brothers were always on the receiving end.

After he found out about your knowledge of stars the Avatar of Sloth soon found himself falling in love with you and your voice. However what he didn’t know was that he was actually the one who taught you everything you knew about the topic.

The planetarium had become your usual resting place now. He loved to look at and talk about all the beautiful stars in the sky, he even showed you his and his brothers stars. Unbeknownst to him however was you knew they existed, after all him and Beel had given you theirs.

But you humored him, which in turn made the youngest unbelievably happy to not be on the receiving end of your anger anymore. Perhaps Belphie had never been so bad after all. You then found yourself wishing your Belphie would apologize like the one laying soundly asleep on your lap did.

Lastly was Lucifer. He couldn’t get enough of you for some odd reason, which he found almost suspicious because he never would have thought a human could bring out emotions like this from him.

What didn’t help was the fact that you could read him like a book. You knew how he liked his coffee, and how he preferred his sandwiches sliced. You even knew the way he liked to prepare his favorite snack. It was as if you knew him like the back of your hand, which spoiler you did.

After spending so much time around the oldest back in your original timeline you found yourself knowing each of Lucifer’s little habits even if he didn’t catch on to them himself. So now being here with this Lucifer you had found it to be quite odd when he would give you puzzling looks when you did something he preferred.

He couldn’t help it. He believed himself to be falling in love. Is this what he could’ve had if you accepted their apology? Being doted on and loved? This was a new experience for the Avatar of Pride, one he soon enjoyed. And oh when you complimented him you only added fire to his already flaming ego.

So he thought of the perfect scenario to make it official with you.

You had walked into his office late at night knowing this would be one of the designated days he stayed up late to do paperwork.

Lightly knocking you then walked in before he could answer, holding a silver tray. On the tray laid freshly brewed tea and a small sandwich since he only ate a small portion for dinner.

The demon in question smiled up and greeted you as you walked in and set the tray down.

“Good afternoon Mc”

“Good afternoon Luci” you replied smiling. Soon taking your seat on one of his big plush chairs in front of the desk.

He found himself loving that nickname, especially since you used it only in his presence. “Thank you” he replied after taking a sip of the tea.

“Of course, anything for you” you smiled, teasing him with a wink.

He rolled his eyes jokingly and set his pen down to look at you. This action caused you to stiffen a bit, since he only did that when he had something important to talk about.

“So Mc,” he started

You swallowed another sip of tea and braced yourself.

“I want you to know how much I really appreciate you being here.”

“Oh Luci it’s no problem, I’ve told you this before”

“No seriously Mc I mean it. You’ve changed my brothers and I. You’ve helped us a lot and for that we are very grateful, you should know Diavolo is too. Because now the exchange program is going wonderfully. And it’s all thanks to you”

You blinked for a few seconds stunned. Lucifer did praise you at times but this was something else entirely. You smiled at him and sighed. A sense of deja vu then washed over you.

You’ve had this conversation before…

That’s why it felt so familiar, the only thing different was that your Lucifer was singing your praises.

“Thank you Luci, I appreciate it”

“I’m glad you do, you should know it’s not everyday I give my compliments to someone” he laughed.

You laughed in response but fell silent when his eyes didn’t meet yours.

“Mc there’s something I want to ask you.”

“What’s up...” you said skeptically, a part of you didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“As a part of my appreciation to you, I’d like to offer myself to you…”

What…

“Mc, it would be an honor, if you would make a pact with me.”

No, why was he asking that.

He knows I’m not his Mc right..?

You stared at him blankly as he smiled at you. “Lucifer, you know I’m from a different timeline, correct..? I’m not your Mc.”

He looked at you puzzled again then continued. “I know that’s why I’m asking you, not them.”

You froze. What was he talking about? It’s not like you were staying in this timeline forever, you had to find the way back to yours eventually.

“Lucifer… I already have a pact with you”

“No, you have a pact with another demon from a timeline that’s not this one.”

“Lucifer. I already have my own Lucifer, I’m sorry” you said.

You saw his face drop and felt your heart shatter. Never had you once seen an expression like that on his face.

“Besides,” you continued trying to lighten the blow “I have to go back to my timeline eventually so I have no right to make a pact with you because technically this isn’t even my own body.”

“That doesn’t matter this is the present”

“No Lucifer, I’m leaving eventually. And how would your Mc feel if they came back and found another pact on themselves that they didn’t even want. Consider their feelings for a change”

“Mc..” Lucifer began.

“I understand if that’s what you want,” he said smiling.

As you took in his expression you felt whatever was left of your shattered heart crack more. Besides how would your Lucifer feel if you rejected a pact with him?

That question popped into your mind as you studied the Avatar of Pride’s face. Sighing, you turned to leave. But before you spoke some final words to him before heading to bed.

“I’ll think about it Luci…just…give me time. And good night”

Lucifer walked over and leaned down to kiss your cheek. “Good night Mc”

Your face flushed a bit but you turned before he could make it out and quickly left, trying to remember before this incident when the last time Lucifer kissed you was.

He smiled in response as you scurried out of his office then walked back to his desk. “Take all the time you need Mc, after all you’re not going anywhere anytime soon”

Lucifer knew you were a pushover. It was clear to him when you spilled your emotions that night. You let him and his brothers walk all over you in your timeline, and it wasn’t that hard for you to pick up your old habits here. So he believed that if he showed you a side of him that the other Lucifer rarely showed you’d give.

He wanted a pack with you. He wanted to feel close to you like his brothers did.

However when you rejected him initially he went with plan b, which ultimately worked. The second he made even the saddest expression your mind changed instantly as if to not want to upset him.

Surely Mc, you should’ve known something like this would happen. Especially with him and his brothers, they’re demons after all, and they live on pursuing what they want, him included.

So he and his brothers decided to show themselves in a different light than you were used to, in hopes of realizing that they were the better set of brothers than your original ones.

Which soon made you find yourself thinking as you laid in bed that night.

You have been comparing both sets of brothers to each other a lot lately.

Next part

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cocoabats · 1 year

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Hellooooo! I was wondering, do you happen to have any advice/resources you'd recommend for drawing skies and clouds digitally? Yours are always so gorgeous and vibrant, and they're really inspiring me to try out something similar! Have a lovely day!

hi anon! sadly ill have to be extremely unhelpful as i told before the way i work is A Mess

the thing is skies are very much a "fuck around" element of drawing backgrounds, i usually start with them because you dont have to stick very close to your sketch just follow the general composition to get something that looks somewhat good (plus they're great for figuring out color palettes), i did make a little tutorial tho (how helpful it is might be questionable tho)

boom free clouds

#asks

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i-luvsang · 1 year

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,, ✿ { florist!au — choi jongho

¿ ｡′ gn!reader , baker!reader , fluff , inspired by this ask , cw: mentions of people being rude assholes , wc: 1.5K ！！

✧ florist!jongho is a beautiful concept my fellow simps

✧ he fits his little shop !! so well !!

✧ well organized sections of all different types of flowers fill the space to the brim

✧ and there he stands in the midst of the fragrance, the picture of perfection in his casual but unbelievably crisp and clean outfit

✧ he always wears nice button-ups with slacks or jeans and often has a brown apron over it all as he makes boquets

✧ he’s known for his very classy, crisp, yet unique arrangements

✧ which is why he’s very popular for weddings

✧ honestly most of his time and work goes into weddings ever since he was hired by a fairly popular wedding-planning company

✧ your situation is quite similar to his, in fact your baked goods catering was popularized by that same company, yes, at the same wedding

✧ and what really stood out about that first wedding you worked at together was the very specific theme of the couple

✧ everything was centered around tulips

✧ and of course you both went all out ot match that theme

✧ honestly, for jongho it was a bit easier because he was able to straight up use tulips in all of his arrangements

✧ but you on the other hand made a wide range of tulip shaped treats and detailed icing decorations of tulips on others

✧ and without the two of you ever actually meeting, your dessert table was a perfect match to his flower arrangements in terms of color palette and all of that

✧ they were matching so well that the gorgeous wedding went decently viral online and everyone thought that the two of you worked together

✧ so people tried contacting the wedding planners to ask about “who did the flowers and desserts?” and they all walk away a bit disappointed because you two are completely separate in what you do

✧ of course, you both are aware of this, but you don’t really do anything about it because like

✧ you were both working and it’s just a coincident that your arrangements matched so well

✧ but the next wedding you work at, you somehow find out that the “flower guy” is the same as the last one

✧ this time you actually do see each other, as you end up setting up your work around the same time

✧ yet, neither of you say anything past a polite hello when he sets up his flowers on your dessert table

✧ you definitely can’t help but notice that he’s very handsome

✧ and that once again, though it’s not as obvious as the last wedding, your dessert and his flowers look very cohesive

✧ and honestly it just keeps happening over and over again

✧ so because you run into each other so frequently the teo of you begin chatting and getting to know each other just a bit more at each wedding as set-up happens

✧ and at one wedding, he grabs one of your business cards off of your table while you’re away because he’s become increasingly interested in (and attracted to) you

✧ later that night he takes a good look at the card and realizes almost right away that your little bakery is just a block away from his flower shop

✧ so after a few days of serious debate in his head of whether or not it would be weird to show up at your workplace

✧ his desire to see you outside of a wedding venue wins him over, and he pops into your bakery before he goes to open up his own shop

✧ for you, it’s a very pleasant surprise because you too are definitely attracted to him

✧ when you ask him what brings him here, he gets all flustered, barely able to explain that he noticed that your shop is close to his

✧ so you’re all intrigued like oh! where’s your store?

✧ he tells you and you’re like omg! i’ve always wanted to visit that one, it’s so pretty! i didn’t know it was yours

✧ he thanks you bashfully before asking what baked good you recommend

✧ and you tell him your favorite is the cinnamon rolls, but that you think he’d like the savory scones more

✧ and he’s very curious how you figured that out, because he doesn’t like sweets generally

✧ he doesn’t know that you overheard him telling that to someone at a wedding about a month ago

✧ he ends up ordering a cheddar and chive scone, and when he takes the bag from you, he can tell it’s still warm, fresh out of the oven

✧ only until he leaves and tries the treat does he truly realize all the hype behind your baking

✧ obviously you’re a very popular baker for weddings, you’ve got to be good

✧ but this scone is on another level

✧ the next thing the he knows, he’s visiting your bakery several times a week for breakfast before opening his shop or during his lunch break

✧ you get to know each other better each passing day

✧ and somehow neither of you can catch each other’s hints that you like each other

✧ he brings you small bouquets to brighten up your shop

✧ and you’ll pack extra little goods into his orders

✧ but you remain friends until a few months later, you’re setting up another wedding together

✧ and the caterers for the main meal are being absolutely awful to you, blaming you for a tray falling when you were halfway across the room, passing rude comments about your work, and knocking over one of your displays

✧ jongho has just about finished setting up his flowers in the main room when he hears a tray clattering to the floor and your sharp gasp

✧ he runs over and immediately asks if you’re okay and starts picking up cookies with you

✧ you nod but he can see unshed tears of frustration in your eyes

✧ he knows you don’t want him to draw attention to that though, so he just helps you to clean everything up then insists on helping you set up the rest of the dessert table

✧ unfortunately, he has to wrap up his own work in the foyer

✧ so he bids you a very gentle goodbye so you don’t have to spend more time with the other rude workers

✧ but every chance he gets after you leave, he’s constantly sending death glares to the catering personelle

✧ and late that night when the wedding guests have cleared out and you have to return to collect your catering supplies

✧ you’re surprised to see jongho inside, because he never has to return to retrieve his flowers

✧ but he gives you a soft smile as you approach him as if he was waiting for you

✧ you ask him why he’s there, and he simply tells you that he felt like coming to help you pack up

✧ you can’t imagine why he’d do that, it’s not as if he would get paid, so you tell him that he really didn’t have to do that

✧ but he shrugs because he’s already here, you might as well just accept his help

✧ you relent because he’s right, but also because a part of you is beyond relieved that he’s here

✧ when you came back, you expected to be berated by the other catering team again and after everything that happened before, you were quite worried

✧ but jongho’s presence is comforting to you, and to your relief, no one bothers you once

✧ when the two of you leave the venue, you expect to part ways with him, but rather than allowing you to take the large bag he was carrying for you, he takes it straight to his car

✧ you jog after him, ready to ask what he’s doing

✧ but before you get a word in, he asks a question to confirm his plans

✧ “you’re taking the bus right?”

✧ you nod, so he opens up his trunk and places the bag he was carrying into his car, then takes the rest from your hands without a word

✧ only after he closes his trunk does he calm your protests, telling you to hop in the front because there’s no way he’s letting you take the bus alone this late at night with so much to carry

✧ relenting, you sigh and get into his car, secretly very glad at his extra offer to help

✧ the drive to your bakery is mostly quiet, but comfortably so

✧ he opens the car door for you then does the bulk of the work of moving your supplies back into your shop

✧ then you find yourself standing face to face with him outside, ready to bid him a final goodbye for the night

✧ “let me drive you home,” he says

✧ you protest once again, telling him he’s already done too much for you tonight

✧ but he insists, “i want to. please, let me drive you home.”

✧ the sincerity of his words surprises you, but with a quickly beating heart, you nod and get into his car for a second time that night

✧ in front of your apartment, there just may have been a whispered confession of love that flowed from his mouth, both reckless and thoughtful at the same time, and another that came from your lips in the shape of a soft kiss to his cheek

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heartfullofleeches · 11 months

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i've missed the gallery, so here's a question. how would the gallery gang be with a nightguard/frequent visitor reader who's an aspiring artist? i've seen people talk about going to actual galleries for inspo or just sketching the paintings, and was wondering if the art pieces would be honored to be models or something. i dunno man this is my first ask im not sure how this stuff works lol

(I've done this as individual hcs - hope you don't mind!)

The Scavenger

"Draw, please..." "You want me to draw a candy wrapper?" "Draw."

If you want inspiration, Scavenger has got you covered. They'll pull out their finest stole goods for your seeing eyes alone - necklaces, vintage toys - and pretty much anything that catches their eye or isn't nailed to a wall. Most nights they just hold up a pocket mirror and tell you to draw what you see, because it's the best thing in the gallery. If you give them your sketches, don't be surprised if they just shove them in their mouth and return to their painting without another word. Something this precious must be kept on their person at all times.

The Painter

Gasp. A future master in their presence? Well, the only correct course of action is for two geniuses to put their heads together, and create gorgeous works of art together that will bring tears to the eyes of any manner of creature. If you are a painter like them, they create a palette for you out of their own flesh and blood. Hm, as perfect as their colors are - something feels missing. As, yes. Red. That other guard has lots, and is being selfish by hogging it all. Not to worry, dear - your muse is on the case! Sir, sir! Stop running - your sacrifice is needed for greatness!

The Lady in Red

How charming.... Will you sketch her something to put on the walls of her cabin while you are away? She'll let you go for the evening if you do. Leaving old sketches around when there are others on site will also secure their safety as she'll drop everything to have a piece of you. Draw a picture of her and she'll be the wailing ghost of the eve.

The Faceless Angel

Monitors your location and makes sure nothing disturbs you. If you ask them to sit down they will start to hum to fill the silence, stopping if you look their way. Even if you ask to sketch them, the angel is surprised when you show them the finished work. Ah, they've gone and ruined it with their tears. If they are allowed to be greedy, could you draw what you imagine their face to look like?

RoseBud

It's only logical a gallery would attract an artist. Rosebud points out the flowers that are in this season for you to warm up, and tells you to come when you're ready to draw the finishing piece. Their babes are extra yippy tonight, but they are just as excited as them and unable to contain it like their greater half. Give it directly to Rose or they will eat it, but unlike the Scavenger they feel bad and start to cry. Rosebud has some artistic skills of their own and will ask to draw you some nights

Soleil

You want to draw them? Oh, but their gears haven't been polished in ages - their casing could use a shine as well. Don't even get them started on their dials. Give them a few nights to spruce themselves up and they'll be the perfect model for you to sketch and adore

Anri

You draw? How cool! They'd love to draw with you, but they don't have the same talent as you. Would you still mind if they doodled a bit in your book anyway? Maybe when you get off work you can hit up a coffee shop and give them a few pointers.... Oh.

Julian

Outright steals your notebook and tells you to give up before you get ahead. Realizes he's doing the same as his parents and gets it back... with a few sketches thrown in the back. They're all of you in different parts of the gallery doing your job... Except for one. Why did he draw you sleeping? And why does he know the color of your bedsheets

The Director

How fun! The gallery is always open to new donations. He'd love if you drew him, or one of the many stories he has to tell. He has a perfect tale about a painter who got lost in the woods and tricked by a power beyond their understanding. Why won't you come up to his floor and let him watch you work your magic as he tells it to you? Kick back and relax. Stress is the last thing that should be on an creative's mind. Get comfortable...stay as long as you want.

#Night gallery #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere oc #female yandere #yandere teratophilia #yandere

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djoseph-quinn · 10 months

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Birthday Traditions

Relationship: Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday and Eddie celebrates you.

Note: My birthday was this week so Thais was inspired by that. this is my first time posting smut so-

Warnings: smut (MDNI), spanking, overuse of pet names, others??

Word Count: 1.7k

Warm. As you began to wake you took in your surroundings. The soft comforter encompassing you the cool breeze entering through the window across the room. Why were you so warm?

Then you felt his arm across your waist his breath tickling your cheek and soft circles being drawn on your hip by his fingers.

“Good morning sweetheart,” he whispered right in your ear

“Morning Eds” you yawned cuddling deeper into his hold.

“Happy birthday baby”

“Thank youuuu” you giggle turning to tuck your face into his chest. “Can we just stay here all day?”

“You know I would love nothing more,” Eddie signed before continuing “but you have got to get up and go to work.”

“That’s stupid,” you mumble back curling into him even more. Your bring your hands to his sides and start stroking his chest so slowly before planting soft kisses to his sternum.

“Oh none of that darling”

“What do you mean?” You respond feigning innocence between more kisses to his soft skin sucking it between your teeth. You smirk when you hear his breath catch. But before you can go back to your assault of his chest you are rolled onto your back with Eddie hovering above you, one hand pinning yours tightly above your head and the other softly caressing your cheek.

“You know what I mean, Love” he laughs as a pout forms on your face. “Oh come on, none of that” his lips meet your neck waiting for you to drop your attitude. But, you aren’t ready to lose. That is until he starts worrying the skin between his teeth, pulling back only to blow cool air on the spot he had marked. A small whisper escaped your mouth before you could stop it.

“There’s my good girl.” You blushed at his praise, “Now let’s get you up and dressed so you don’t get fired.” He moves off of the bed and offers you a hand up. “I’ll drive you in today, we can stop and get breakfast on our way if you hurry up.”

With a dramatic sigh you grab his hand and hoist yourself up. “Can you pick me up too?”

“Already planning on it baby”

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By the time your shift was over you were exhausted. Missing the days when a birthday meant you could abandon all responsibilities and just do what you want. As you made your way out you saw Eddie already parked out front, with the passenger door open and a large bouquet in his hand. You couldn’t help but skip over to him.

“There’s the birthday girl!” Eddie yells seeing you exit the building. It only makes you move toward him faster, searching for the comfort that you felt this morning. As soon as you reach him you are wrapped around him, ignoring the flowers in favor of his touch. “Long day baby?”

You simply nodded into his chest.

“I’m sorry, baby” he said as his free hand went up to stroke your hair.

“Missed you” you mumbled into his shirt before tentatively stepping back.

“I missed you too,” he said looking into your eyes. “I always miss you when you’re not around.”

The blush that tainted you cheeks was intense. You could no longer keep his gaze, looking instead at the gorgeous bouquet he got you.

“Are these for me?”

“Of course, pretty girl”

“Thank you Eds” you grabbed the flowers and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Now it was his turn to blush.

“Anything for you. Now let’s get you home so we can really celebrate.” He responded, offering you a sand as you climbed into the passenger seat.

The drive back was quiet but you were thankful for that. You enjoyed every second as Eddie drove with his hand on your thigh.

As you entered your shared apartment you were overwhelmed with the decorations that Eddie had covered the space in. There was no discernible theme or color palette just an explosion of silver ‘Happy Birthday’ balloons, a rainbow tablecloth, and pink, red, green, and blue streamers hanging haphazardly across the ceiling. It was perfect.

“Happy Birthday my love,” Eddie stepped in front of you and his brows furrowed. He held your face in his hands as he swiped away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. “Hey, are you okay?”

“More than,” you smiles at him “I am so in love with you” you brought your lips to his in a tender kiss.

“Well thank god,” He said “because I am also in love with you.” Before his lips were on yours again.

You were obsessed with the feeling of him soft yet strong, you opened your lips to allow him entrance. His tongue danced with yours teasing you with quick nips of your lip before diving in for another taste.

“I will never get enough of you,” he sighed as you took a breath. Resting his forehead against yours, “but I have a couple of surprises still, so I need you to make your way to the bedroom while I get these flowers in water” he said turning to look at the long forgotten bouquet on the kitchen counter.

“I can put them in a vase Eds,” you said l always quick to try and please him.

“No no no you won’t” he quickly retorted. “I got you a gift not a chore. Now you get yourself comfy. I’ll be there soon.”

Reluctantly you left Eddie and made your way into the bedroom. Sitting in the center of the bed was a silky night gown and matching panties. You wiped off the little makeup you had applied for work and got into the garments before perching yourself on the end of the bed. You toyed with the lacy trim of the gown as you waited for Eddie to join you.

“God, even more beautiful than I could have imagined,” was the first thing you heard as Eddie entered the room. He loved watching you flush with the praise.

“Thank you Eddie,” your eyes still downturned to keep from blushing even more. But Eddie read right through you, placing a hand under your chin turning your head to look up at him.

“I know you had a long day so I’m gonna help you. I’m gonna make you feel good.” His lent down to place one soft kiss on your lips. Warmth flooded your cunt at the simple act. “I’m sure you know the tradition of birthday spankings, right Princess?”

“Yes, sir”

“Very good,” He sat next to you on the bed “so I need you to be a good girl and bend over my knee here.” You nodded silently, already fading into the floaty submissive head space that you love so much, and moved to settle yourself on his knee.

“Such a good girl for me,” his praise flows like water today, making sure you feel celebrated. His hand rubs circles on the fat of you ass until you are fully pliant in his lap. Your eyes start to flutter as you relax into the comfort that is Eddie.

The sharp sting on your left cheek had you jolting against his jeans. You had nearly forgot why you were here.

“That’s one” Eddie said moving to soothe the spot he just struck before landing another strike to your opposite cheek, “and two, you are being such a good girl for me aren’t you baby?” You simply nodded in response before he struck you again.

Soft whimpers started to leave your lips as he approached double digits. “Oh my good girl, you are so perfect. He took a break from his assault and let his fingers trail to the wetness staining the silk between your legs. “Feeling good baby?” You were far beyond words all of your senses were filled with Eddie. “Nice and wet all for me, isn’t that right Princess?” Moans were now falling constantly from your lips. Eddie’s fingers knew how to play your body as well as he played his guitar. Your brain grew foggier and foggier falling into the pleasure he was giving you.

The sharp smack on your wet cunt made you yelp, “Daddy!” The first tears broke your waterline and streamed down your cheeks.

“Oh sweetheart we aren’t done yet,” he chuckled before continuing his assault on your ass. “Did you loose count baby? Brain go nice and dumb for me,” each sentence punctuated with a hard smack and a swipe of his fingers through your wet folds. You nodded back to him completely unaware of what number you were at or how long you had been here.

Finally he slowed down, a new pattern developing of a quick smack followed by a slow drag of his fingers through your folds, circling your clit and withdrawing for another smack muttering praises to you the whole time. With a final harsh hit he spoke up.

“All done baby. Such a special girl. You are so perfect for me. I am so proud of you my perfect angel.” He soothes your red and bruised behind, “Did you have fun princess?” He asked moving his finger back to the wetness between your thighs. “Looks like you did, is that right?”

“Thank you daddy,” your voice brokers and weak. His longest finger plunged into your cunt with ease, “Feels so good.”

“You are welcome, princess” Eddie smiled down at you. “What do you want now, birthday girl?”

“Please, Eds”

“Gotta use your words baby, I’ll give you the world you just have to tell me” his smile sweet but condescending.

“Please fuck me,” words rushing from your lips as you sat up and looked into his eyes with your glossy ones, “I wanna cum so bad. I wanna cum so bad it hurts, please daddy, please make me cum”

“Shhh shh baby it’s okay I’ve got you” he chuckled, grabbing the hem of your new silk gown and lifting it over your head. You whimpered feeling him pull the now dark wet fabric of your panties off. He shamelessly brought the garment to his nose. “Sweeter than honey, baby” his words only drenching you further.

“Please Eds,”

“Okay baby, okay I hear you,” Eddie moved you to the center of your shared bed looking down at you with his pupils blown. “Now let me take care of you, birthday girl”

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #daddy!eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie Munson smut #reader insert

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