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dilemmaontwolegs · 5 months

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i know u have a gazillion requests but what if we spice up that Carlos fic? if you decide to do a pt 3. maybe Carlos is once again is frustrated because of the penalty after a good quali and has sex with Rebecca cuz he can't find the model. a lil angst

It’s no secret, I’m in an angsty kinda writing mood at the moment 😅 I also forgot who was meant to be the toxic one...and now it's both of them.

Lady in Red (3) || CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, manipulation WC: 1.5k

One || Two || Three || Four

You had been called away to work just before qualifying finished. You and half a dozen other models were asked to stand behind the top three drivers and wave feather fans for the cameras while an Elvis impersonator pumped out his signature dance moves.

From your position you could see the frustration on Carlos’ face. He had qualified second fastest yet he was going to have to start from 12th on the grid. You weren’t the only person in the area upset by the 10 place penalty and the Ferrari supporters were making their opinion known as they chanted for Carlos.

“Alright, sweethearts, we need you over at the Bellagio for some promo shots and then you’re free for the night,” one of the headset-clad organisers said to the group you were with before checking her watch. “Or should I say morning.”

The drive back from the Bellagio to the paddock seemed to take hours with the road closures and checkpoints, but finally you made it back. Knowing Carlos would be waiting somewhere for you, you scanned each floor to find him before heading straight to the top.

“Fuck, mi amor, this is what I need,” Carlos moaned.

You froze at the sordid scene you had walked in on. Neither one saw you in the doorway of the darkened room, their backs to you as Carlos bent Rebecca over the desk and pounded into her. He curled her hair around his fist and pulled back so to expose the pleasure painted on her face.

You didn’t even notice you were crying until a droplet fell from your cheek to land on your breast, the feather girl outfit he enjoyed on full display. You suddenly hated how exposed you felt in the ridiculous costume. It was almost as ridiculous as you - for thinking a man like him could change.

“Take it, cariña, take it,” he stammered as you recognised the pinch of his brow. He was close. He was close to finishing and you were more than done with seeing it.

You were conscious of your footsteps as you retreated from the room and descended downstairs. You just needed to make it to your dressing room so you could get your stuff and go.

“Hey,” Charlotte called out as she caught your arm and pulled you to a stop with a friendly smile. “Carlos was looking for you earlier. Did you find him?”

“Yeah, I did,” you whispered, quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Don’t bother drafting up the breakup post.”

Her smile dimmed as confusion replaced it. “What breakup post?”

“Huh,” you laughed humorlessly as you shook your head at your stupidity. “The one Carlos clearly didn’t talk to you about. God, I am a fucking idiot.”

You left the track, heading straight back to your hotel room and before you even reached the room you saw Carlos’ name come up on your phone. You sent him straight to voicemail, again and again.

You barely slept as you thought about how humiliated you felt. You wanted to get him back but you weren’t innocent yourself. You knew your career would be over if you outed the relationship you had with Carlos, even if it made you feel better momentarily. No, you weren’t going to bloody your hands for him, there was already a stain on your soul for what you had knowingly done.

You were a survivor and you were smarter than your recent actions showed. You knew things about Carlos that he had been foolish enough to share in the unburdened state that came after sharing his bed. You were going to use it to your advantage and do what you did best, be the envy of every man.

You had turned your phone off when you arrived at the paddock for the race but it was going to be impossible to ignore Carlos when you were assigned to the Ferrari team.

“Stacy, swap with me?” you begged as she waited for Charles to escort him to the grid. “Pleeeease.”

“Whatever, French boys aren’t my thing anyway,” she said with a grin before heading next door to Carlos’ side.

“I’m not French,” Charles corrected as he stepped out of his room. “I’m Monégasque.”

“Today, you’re pole,” you said with a grin as you offered your elbow out to him. “Ready to go?”

You didn’t glance in Carlos’ direction as you accompanied Charles out onto the grid. You didn’t even have to fake enjoying the company as you found the Monégasque had a good sense of humour and made you laugh the entire way.

From the slamming of Carlos’ car door you knew you were getting to him. Carlos’ fear was losing to his team mate and he was sick of always being compared to Charles Leclerc.

Carefully angling the feather fan to hide your faces from the jealous driver, you leant in and wished Charles good luck for the race. To the fans, you were clearly talking, but to Carlos? He would always think the worst.

Charles was high with adrenaline when he arrived at the Bellagio after coming second place. It wasn’t the win he was obviously hoping for but you could see how happy he was with the result.

“So, you like Charles now, huh?” Stacy whispered as she stood as you did, a fake smile on your faces as you lined the interview stage.

You cast her a quick side glance and winked. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I know why you wanted to swap, Carlos acts like a fucking baby. He practically trashed his garage after Charlotte spoke to him about something. God, I wish I could have heard what that conversation was about.”

“Hmm, me too,” you said with a sick sense of delight as the interviews wrapped up. “Oh, finally, almost time to party.”

“You must be happy, proving Carlos wrong,” you teased Charles as you escorted him back to the Rolls Royce he arrived in.

His steps faltered and he slowed his walk as his other podium finishers drifted further ahead. “What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s been telling everyone how much better a driver he is compared to you,” you stated with a shrug. It was an exaggeration, you had overheard him complaining to his father in the garage. “But you showed him.”

“A better driver?” Charles scoffed. “He is full of shit.”

He seemed to be in deep contemplation as he walked silently, until he reached the car and turned to you. “You should come to the after party.”

Carlos had already added you to the invite list but you smiled and batted your lashes as Charles. “Are you asking me?”

He blushed and laughed at himself as he nodded. “Would you like to come to the after party with me?”

“You don’t have a girlfriend do you?”

“No,” he laughed warmly. “I wouldn’t be asking to take you if I did.”

“Then I would love to go with you.” You gave him your room number that was conveniently in the same hotel as him, since both Ferrari drivers stayed in the same one.

You already had the perfect dress waiting in your room and as you stood in front of the mirror you had to admit you looked stunning. The red dress was tailored to your body and the plunging neckline was risque and exactly what you envisioned it to be. You couldn’t wait to see Carlos’ face when you walked into the party on his teammate's arm.

“Hey,” you greeted as you opened the door after the knock, but it wasn’t who you expected to see on the other side. “Carlos, what are you doing here?”

His jaw fell slack, lips parting, as his eyes trailed down your body. “Mios dios, hermosa.”

You held your hand out, planting it on his chest as he stepped forward to kiss you. “Woah there, buddy, not happening.”

“Why not? Why have you been ignoring me?” he asked with genuine confusion.

“I saw you fucking Rebecca last night after Qualifying.”

He looked a little sheepish as he scratched the back of his heated neck. “I couldn’t find you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better when you call her ‘mi amor’ too?”

“I didn’t mean it, I-I was thinking about you,” his eyes widened as his voice went up a pitch. “I swear.”

You nodded sympathetically as you rubbed his arm. “Of course, like you were thinking about me when you didn’t have that chat with Charlotte. Yeah, I know you didn't, so just go back to your girlfriend.”

“But I want you,” he pouted as he bowed his head and looked up with big brown puppy dog eyes.

“But I don’t want you. Not anymore.” You gave him a push and he ceded the space in your doorway as the elevator across the hall opened and Charles stepped out looking good in a pair of jeans and a fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. “Hey handsome,” you greeted him with a smile as you grabbed a black clutch with your phone and money. “Perfect timing.”

“You are breathtaking,” he said after a few blinks to recover from the sight of you. He smiled as he brushed past Carlos to kiss your cheek, ignoring the Spaniard completely. “Ready to go, chérie?”

You took his hand and sent a dark smile in Carlos’ direction as you passed by. “See you around, red man.”

Click here for part four.

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godbirdart · 8 months

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Looking at your recent commissions, those backgrounds are soo pretty!! Do you have any tips for backgrounds? I always struggle with them :>

aAA many many thanks!!

backgrounds can absolutely be a struggle but they don't have to be! they just require a little more creative planning~!

whether it be a commission or a personal drawing, if I'm building an elaborate art piece i focus on establishing the background First.

the background is the stage for your character! planning the background first will make it easier to tailor the character's actions and how they interact with the environment around them.

planning the background first can be the difference between your character standing awkwardly front and center with the setting going on behind them, or actually participating in their environment.

if i'm super stumped for background ideas, i browse stock image sites to get inspiration. sometimes it helps to doodle on an image to generate some ideas - kinda like you're playing with JPEGs like dolls.

that said - while i'm pinpointing WHAT i want to draw, i keep the ideas loose. i don't want to focus on the itty-bitty details until i've got the overall aesthetic and layout in mind, as i might get inspired to add something in later!

THUMBNAILING

if you're planning a big piece it can be helpful to break it down into something bite-sized before you go all in and start lining or painting. these are "thumbnails" - fast little sketches that establish the scene in a way that doesn't consume a lot of time or effort. it's also great as a little perspective exercise as a treat.

here i decided i want to draw a character walking home in a back alley street. with these photo references in mind, i can plan a layout and how the character will act in the scene. is this a candid shot? are they posing cutely? are they looking down at us in a tense way? there are many ideas to be had!

after you've chosen the layout / vibe for your idea, you can scale up your thumbnail to your preferred canvas size and start fleshing out the details. be sure to keep referring to your reference images to get additional ideas, such as storefronts, items, props etc!

3D MODELS

If you're trying to create a unique environment that photo references simply cannot help you visualize, 3D models exist! This gives you that ability to rotate / scale things for better visualization. Clip Studio has a vast catalogue of 3D models to download For Free that you can fiddle around with. i know there are many 3D builder sites out there as well, though i've never made use of them so i'm afraid i cannot recommend any off the top of my head. hell, you can even use the Sims game to design a setting and go from there!

also if anyone is going to come into my house and say 3D models are cheating: they are not. using a 3D model to better grasp an angle or get a better idea for perspective is not cheating. using 3D models to help plan the environment in your art is not cheating. they are no different than brushes; these are tools made to HELP YOU. use them!

PERSPECTIVE

perspective and angles can make a HUGE difference in the art piece. there's nothing wrong with static long shots! if that's what you want to draw, do it!! there's no right and wrong here!

but if you're finding your work to be a little robotic and stiff, slap an angle in there. consider an overhead view. these same techniques are applied to photography and film! nothing wrong with wide shots, but every once in a while it can help to throw in a dutch angle.

if there is one note i'd like to leave off on, it's that your backgrounds do not have to be 100% accurate-to-life to be Good. unless realism is something you're really striving for in your style, don't feel compelled to nitpick every brick and leaf in your art. us artists can tend to over-prune our work until our art looks a little bare and soulless. flaws can give your work character, and that's often a lot more appealing than how accurate the scale ratio between background building A and building B are [again, unless you WANT to go for that realistic look then you can fuss over those details all you like].

i hope this helped a little! MY APOLOGIES FOR MAKING IT SO LONG AH

#art advice #art tutorials #godbirdart #long post

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verysium · 6 months

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ACT 1, SCENE 2: blue lock headcanons

nagi found out amazon product testers were a real thing, and he had never been more happy in his entire life. if he wasn't training to become a professional football player, that would have been his dream job.

sae became a victim of the cat distribution system the moment he moved to spain. he left his window open once, and he came back to a whole secret society of strays on his fire escape.

aryu used to watch his mother do her makeup in the bathroom every morning. after she left for work, he would use her hair curlers and nail polish to bedazzle himself. if you ever ask him to do your makeup, he would tilt your chin up with one hand and ever so gently swipe on your lipstick for you.

kaiser is a whore for attention, even if it is bad attention. if you're not listening to him during dinner, he would most definitely steal the food right off your plate whilst maintaining eye contact. gives you the most shit-eating grin once you catch him.

rin genuinely cannot function around the female species. sometimes his aunties make small talk during family gatherings, and he just sits awkwardly with his baby cousin in his arms. the baby almost always cries.

sae still uses his ipod from 2005. he doesn't have any interest in music, so he mostly uses it as a white noise filler during long flights. if you send him a song recommendation though, he will listen to it.

rin kept a diary as a teenager with some of the entries completely filled with angsty scribblings about sae. he definitely had an entire section somewhere dedicated to death and existentialism. the second half of his journal is reserved solely for you though. he sometimes doodles flowers in the margins.

raichi is chronically online. he would be the type to have an entire four-page argument with a stranger in the youtube comment section. sometimes you have to remind him that the outside world actually exists, and he needs to go outside and touch grass.

sae is secretly intrigued by artists. like how can you just transfer an image from your head onto paper? is it some sort of magic? he cannot wrap his mind around anything that isn't concrete and tangible. he sometimes walks through the streets of madrid just to spy on the old people painting the sea. if you made a drawing of him, he would internally malfunction.

isagi used to help his mother with knitting and sewing. he even learned how to crochet one summer but forgot all about it once he got into football. would not complain if you asked him to do laundry or iron clothes. he is (most of the time) very sweet and kind.

bachira does not have a sleep schedule. what is sleep? he only knows 24/7 hyperactivity and the demons under his bed. would wake you up at the crack of dawn just to go hang out in some random abandoned parking lot.

sae has to physically restrain himself whenever he does shoots for brand endorsements. he would definitely tell the truth if the product was low-quality while literally being on set for its commercial. this man does not lie. cannot model for the life of him. he lost his ability to smile a long time ago, and he feels viscerally ill every time a camera is shoved into his face. if you're there to accompany him though, he will straighten up and at least attempt to look enthusiastic.

rin is terrible at any sort of class that involves creative writing. however, he does enjoy reading haikus. it's the only form of poetry he can understand. definitely sends you one when he misses you.

reo is clueless whenever you tell him that you feel ugly in your outfit. like where is the ugliness? all he sees is the most stunning person in the world. definitely recommend taking him shopping. he would go into the fitting rooms with you and give you the most encouraging confidence boost you have ever felt.

sae has the strongest enamel in existence because he bites his popsicles right off the stick. rin tried to do that once and ended up getting brain freeze.

yukimiya is the type to go from 0 to 100 in less than a millisecond. if anyone says anything remotely negative about you, he will definitely make sure they do not live to see the light of day. he does all this with the most charming smile on his face too.

shidou has no table manners. he would be the messiest eater in existence. if the dining hall looks like a velociraptor just barraged through, you know shidou was there. he only uses a napkin because you told him to.

rin wears chelsea boots and women's clothing. he has a collection of trench coats in his closet, and they're one of the only things he's incredibly proud of. at least he beats sae when it comes to fashion sense.

ness would pack you lunch every day without you even asking for it. he also uses those glittery animal toothpicks and cuts your apples into hearts. his paper notes are little menacing though. usually it has your name written a thousand times in blood red ink.

sae would let you braid flowers into his hair, but he would wrinkle his nose in embarrassment if you ever took a picture of it. he tries to act nonchalant when you gush about how pretty he is because in his mind he looks incredibly stupid. will keep that photo by his bedside and look at it when he's lonely though.

isagi is incredibly clumsy. sometimes he will act like an egomaniac before falling right on his face. the world has an interesting way of humbling him. he does keep his mood swings in check when you're around though. your presence gives his mind inner peace.

otoya has color-coded folders for every girl he has dated. he keeps their names, likes, dislikes, and contacts all separately filed so he doesn't confuse them. however, on your night out, he got so caught up in talking to you, he forgot to even update your file. the date ended with him smiling like a damn fool. you're always the exception.

aiku is the type to just be casual about everything. he just got into a car accident while on call with you? that's okay because he got to hear your pretty voice on facetime. he took a tidal wave straight to the face while ogling you at the beach? that's no problem because he got a sneak-peek at your cute little bathing suit. this man literally has no sense of self-preservation when it comes to you.

bachira was the kid who tried to mix up weird concoctions at the school lunch table. now it translates into drinking both an energy drink and americano at once. you had to pull him away from the soda fountain because he kept trying to add every single drink combination possible into his red solo cup.

sae would blatantly stare at your ass and then tell you it was for research purposes. if you press further, he will pull up the statistics showing how buttock size correlates with athletic ability.

rin is obsessed with tea only because he saw his brother drink it at family dinners. he always sat up straight on the zabuton and sipped the bitter leaf juice as a way to impress the grown-ups. unfortunately for him, he developed a caffeine addiction in his late teens.

niko would be the tech-savvy person in your relationship. he doesn't believe in traditional flowers, so he codes you an entire HTML webpage with roses on the user interface. he also wholeheartedly believes that virtual pets are real pets.

shidou is an adrenaline junkie. he has six piercings, two of which are helix. he also snowboards during the winter and speeds on the highway for fun. (don't be like shidou, kids.)

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cherrycherryking · 1 year

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i read your model!reader scene and can i just say absolute 10/10 for how you draw and write wally just phenomenonal!!!

may i suggest a sort of reversal where reader tries gifting wally a lil painting they did for him? maybe of him or of a flower that reminded them of him?

thank you so much <3 reader doing (or trying their best) to do a drawing of wally is just so sweet? thank you for requesting!!

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wally darling x gen!reader

Making a Drawing for Wally

✧Wally had drawn you before, you knew from the times he would ask you to model for him or because you would catch little sketches of yourself in his sketchbook.

✧Maybe you're quite good at drawing, or maybe you aren't. Point is that today you felt more than compelled to draw him, could be as a little thank you or just because he was pretty.

✧Julie and Frank (but mostly Julie) had intercepted him to talk about some...case? they were on, something about one of Frank's book going missing.

✧You tried not to stare too much, Wally was pretty quick to notice people looking at him and being catched while drawing him suddenly felt a little embarrassing.

✧God. Uh. How were you supposed to draw his hair?

✧He pulled the hairstyle surprisingly well, but any time you tried it just looked weird, you closed your eyes to remember but instead your brain jumped to that one time it got completely ruined after Barnaby threw a water balloon to his face.

✧Now you're going down memory lane! That was such a fun day actually, even more so when Sally-

✧The high pitched sound that came out of your mouth was completely justified and no one could tell you otherwise.

✧You look to the side, Frank and Julie disappeared down the road to keep with their search.

✧In all honesty Wally knew where you were, even if it was for a second he felt your eyes on him and would have come to say hi either way, why wouldn't he?

✧So now he was leaning forward close to your face and making that damn eye contact. Without moving an inch his glance moved down just a tiny bit, and he quickly catched what you were doing.

✧"Aww! You're drawing me?" his drowsy eyes came back, excitement in that calm voice of him. "Well yeah- but is not as pretty as your drawings, or you-"

✧To say he was flattered was the least. With all the joy in the world Wally told you how good it looked no matter what you could say, and before you could ask him he offered himself to be your model.

✧Needless to say, after sitting besides you under the tree you could feel his stare once more. This time though it didn't make you as nervous as usual, maybe because it gave you an excuse to watch him and analyze his features for so long. Wally looked happy and you could swear his cheeks were just a little more blushed than usual.

✧Whether you think you got him right he's going to be over the moon anyways, sitting close to you arms touching as he talks about how you definitely should draw more often, specifically draw him.

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sorry it took me so long!! something possessed me to do friendship bracelets for wally and julie and if i'm not stopped probably eddie too.

idk how well i write wally sjdksdf i want to capture that "lights are on, house is empty" and "oh hes a little fucked actually" that he has going on, so any advice would be really helpful :)

#request #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home wally #welcome home julie #welcome home frank #but just a little #wally darling #wally darling x reader

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subskz · 4 months

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Rin!! What kinds of role-plays do you think each member likes, or is their favorite? From plot, to costumes, and all of that. Like maid/mistress, boss/employee, nurse/patient, professor/student, officer/prisoner, etc.

what a fun question hehe i had a good time thinking of these 😽

chan - this is almost solely bc of that one fancall where he told a stay “please arrest me” lmao but officer/prisoner! i can see channie leaning into his cheekier side for this and purposely dodging your questions w a playful giggle, grinning up at you and whining “i don’t know~” all airheaded and innocent. but he also fits the obedient role perfectly. he’d go absolutely crazy for scenes where you’re “interrogating” him while he’s tied to a chair, completely at ur mercy as you give him head or ride him until he can’t form a coherent sentence. he’d also love being handcuffed and bent over the interrogation desk as a way to “get information” from him

lino - strangers! this is the perfect roleplay for minho bc he loves to tease and seduce you. he loves the chase, but at the same time he’s very guarded and wouldn’t actually want to give himself to someone he doesn’t know. so pretending to be strangers who meet out in public, striking up a convo, flirting w each other and working each other up until you take him back to “your place” excites him like nothing else. he’d pull out all his charms like he’s really trying to win you over, and he definitely turns his bratting up to a 100 too. he might even pretend to flirt w others just to see how long you can keep up the act before dragging him home and fucking him senseless. he’s so passionate n obsessive he really makes it feel like you’re discovering each other’s bodies for the first time

binnie - royalty/knight!!! oh i think binnie would absolutely love playing out any role that involves him being your loyal protector or bodyguard of some sort. it makes him feel so strong and proud while simultaneously getting to serve you, meeting your every beck and call without question…he’s your valiant knight who everyone fears but falls to his knees for you in an instant. he’ll kneel at your bedside to give you head or even offer to be your “throne” himself. he loves to worship your body and and will gush abt how he’d do anything for you and let you use him however you please, as long as he gets to be by your side. he also loves to hear you say how brave and strong he is and how good he makes you feel, like he was made only for your pleasure~

hyunjin - photographer/model or artist/muse! in the case of photography he’d like to be the model w you in charge of his photoshoot, snapping pictures of him and ordering him to take certain poses, gradually getting more suggestive w them and telling him to remove more clothes. he’d be so cute playing coy when you tell him to spread his legs and lean back so you can capture just how hard he’s become. his favorite is when you take pictures before and after completely wrecking him. for artist/muse, you’re his muse! it starts out innocent enough w him shyly admiring you as he paints you, until he slowly lets his imagination wander to bad places and you catch the twitching bulge in his pants. ofc it ends w you teaching him a lesson for being such a pathetic pervert

jisung - nurse/patient! hannie adores this type of roleplay bc it’s the perfect excuse for him to be coddled and cared for to his heart’s content. he really plays up the role of your helpless patient who’s in such a weak state that the only thing that can nurse him back to health is you <3 you can also add an inspection kink into the mix, w you carefully examining every part of his body as he gets progressively squirmier and more turned on basking in your attention until he’s leaking through his hospital gown. you press your hand to his hot face and murmur sympathetically that he’s definitely got a terrible fever, and you have just the cure~ the only way to get rid of all the pain in his body is to drown him in pleasure instead

felix - maid/mistress! he gets so excited abt dressing up in a cute classic maid outfit w thigh highs and a frilly headband! he loves feeling your eyes glued to him as he cleans up around you, barely holding back his giggles when he bends over so you can catch a glimpse of the lingerie he’s wearing under his skirt. he really plays up the innocent act to pretend like he’s seducing you completely on accident, and he’d be sooo surprised when you flip his skirt up and bend him over the coffee table. he’d also love to do his chores w a vibrating plug inside of him that you have the remote for, so you can turn up the setting while he’s carrying a tray to make his shaky hands drop it or make him knock over a vase bc his knees buckled, then punish him for being so clumsy

seungmin - boss/employee! smth abt seungmo fits that disciplined workplace sub so well. he buys the most well-tailored suit that fits his body proportions so perfectly so he can look irresistible for you as he carries out all the tasks you give him. it can go one of two ways, w him being a model employee who gets called into your office to be rewarded by you for always performing so well, or he could get punished for making mistakes, even smth as small as dropping a stack of important files or spilling coffee. either way he ends up on his knees for you, legs spread as you step on his bulge through his slacks, or kneeling under your desk to give you head as you work <3 he esp loves when you “take phonecalls” while fucking him

jeongin - professor/college student! this makes for the perfect scenario to incorporate corruption/dumbification which both fit innie so well. sometimes you play out the cliche of him being a desperate, failing student who’s willing to do anything to pass your class. he plays the role insanely well, so wide-eyed and nervous, but very eager to prove himself to you and do whatever you ask of him to earn a good grade. he starts off acting so innocent, stammering out things like “are you sure this is okay? it’s so dirty” but by the end of it he’s on your desk sweaty and covered in his own cum and still moaning for more. he’d also love scenarios where you’re actually teaching him, showing him how to give head properly, where to touch you, how to move his hips and fuck you like a good boy <3

#ask #💌 skz #alternate answer for channie…predator/prey 🙏 but maybe that’s bc the idea of chasing channie through the woods is very #well 😸#now playing howl by florence and the machine

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somnambulic-thing · 8 months

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insane

musician!Eddie x afab art student!Reader E 18+ | 4.6k Reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, but I'm an enby bitch and write my readers that way. You decide.

A/N: I wrote this right after finishing Paint It Black while my brain was still stuck in that universe. It is, however, not really what I would call a thought through finished/rounded story, since I lost steam at some point. It stops at the end of a scene without a cliffhanger or anthing like that. It's 1st draft quality, but I thought it would be sad if it withered away in my drafts if there is the chance that at least a few people enjoy it. It should work as a standalone when you're willing to maybe not get a few references. There's some context in the beginning. Again, you decide.

CW |strangers to lovers aka feral love at first sight, light smut: piv, fluff, showering together, intense feelings of falling in love, Corroded Coffin concert, Erica on the bass (guess she's a little older in this universe), Eddie POV, Steve POV in 3rd person, other ST characters, worried, protective but supportive friends, mentions of food, traces of Jonathan/Argyle|

It was like Eddie was going a little insane. It felt unreal that it hadn’t been quite twenty-four hours since he'd seen you for the first time, up in the second row of that life drawing class. Gareth had been working as an exhibition tech for that art school in that fancy old building for two months and was pretty enthusiastic about it. Like he was part of a community now - which was the way Gareth went about things these days - and he needed to support all those artists in becoming by leaving those flyers for life modelling fucking everywhere.

Gareth would be elated to hear how committed Eddie had been on his first job.

He looked at you fast asleep beside him, naked and covered in blue and purple marks his mouth had left all over you and felt a little insane again. There was this urge to move over and press his face into the soft skin of your chest until he was desperate for breath He also never wanted you to wake up and this moment to end. Blue morning light played with your skin while you looked so peaceful despite the traces of debauchery.

A sigh slipped from his mouth and you stirred, brows drawing together slightly and he wanted to kiss the spot in between. Hell, it was like that with everything.

After Eddie had asked you where you wanted to shower off the sweat and black paint, he had taken you home. In the car, you had reached out to the radio and he had to snatch your hand before you could pull it back to kiss the tips of your fingers. When you had kicked off your shoes in his hallway, the tip of your tongue had peeked out of your mouth and he just had to kiss it. Every little detail he learned about the way your body behaved, he wanted to put his praise to it.

You had talked nonstop all the way to Eddie's place, up the stairs, out of your clothes again and into the shower. There was something sublime in the way the paint rinsed off your body. Black flaky streams of water making their way over the hills and valleys of your physique. That too made him feel a little insane and you agreed with him when he'd told you about it. Shit, he wanted to tell you about everything that crossed his mind, wanted to hear your thoughts about the smallest details. Then you had moved behind him, soap coating your palms and washed him until the only black remaining on him was permanent ink.

You had told him, while slathering him in foam and bubbles, that it made you a little crazy how his wet skin reflected the light. Something about undertones you needed to study - Eddie needed to ask about that later in detail - and he had finally calmed down a little. He wasn't going insane alone, you were just as crazy about him.

Jeff had come home while the both of you had spent a little eternity in the bathroom and the intensity with which Eddie wanted to introduce you to his best friend as 'his' was only topped by the urge of getting you into his bed. Maybe it was better for you to get to know his friends when you weren't just wearing a towel and bite marks. Pride had flooded Eddie when Jeff pulled up his eyebrows paired with a smirk and a raised thumb as he rushed you through the hallway into his room.

It had been hard to hold back and let you look around as you wandered so far away from the mattress he was so determined to fuck you through.

"DnD?" you had asked, head stuck in a shelf displaying all kinds of DnD paraphernalia. Eddie loved your voice when it asked questions.

"Uh-hn. Since I was a kid. My uncle bought me a handbook at a yard sale because he thought I’d like the pictures and I've been hooked ever since."

There was adoration in your eyes and excitement in your voice. "So you’re a nerd?"

"Guilty as charged."

You bit your finger with a small smile and he of course wanted to kiss all of it. "Dungeon Master, by any chance?"

Not for the first time today Eddie asked with a stunned face: "How do you know?" Followed by: "Do you play?"

"You have this..." you waved around your beautiful hands while looking for the right words, "this way of taking charge and narrating your thoughts... and I have played before, yes, but not in a long time."

And then Eddie had stolen your towel and went to work on that mental list of places he needed to kiss. His hand found its way between your thighs, slow and soft this time and finally, you found your way into Eddie's bed and under him and he back inside you.

There was no rush, no hard fast urgency - well, he took you hard by the end because you liked it when he shattered you a little. You had told him that between licking into his mouth while he rolled his hips against you, his aching cock sliding against your folds, teasing you just a little before turning you to your side, watching himself slide into you in the mirror across the room.

You had ordered food, that you had shared in bed. You were so fucking funny all the time that he kept dropping shit and a change of sheets was due because there was no way Eddie would spend his first night with you between food-stained covers.

There had been no conversation if you'd stay, you just did. It would have been a waste of time, breath lost that could be used to learn more about you, tell you more about him.

By four in the morning, you both knew a lot and entirely too little. It was ridiculous.

And that brought him here, looking at you asleep and too good to be true. It was a little painful, actually. But just like when you pulled his hair or bit at his neck or hips, Eddie wanted to lean into it.

"You... staring at me, Munson?"

"Studying you." He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Too bad my drawing skills are so fucking rusty..."

Ah, he made you smile; how addictive that was. "You’re studying me from too far away. Come here."

"Needy?" he asked as he pressed himself against you, burying his face in your neck. It couldn't be a coincidence that he fit in there so perfectly.

"Hmmm, just like you."

"M' bad at hiding that, aren’t I?"

A kiss landed on his hair, nails softly grazed over the curve of his spine. "Why the fuck would you want to do that?"

"Don’t want to scare you away."

You pulled back and squinted one eye at him.

"We're meeting your uncle this afternoon. You think needy will scare me away now?"

Eddie ran his hand up your side and smiled. "Wayne will love you."

"You think?"

"See no reason why he wouldn't."

"You know that this here," you pointed your chin between the both of you, "is a little insane, right?"

Eddie snorted and pressed a kiss to your arm. "Uh-hn, but I can't find it in me to give a shit... S' that bad?"

"I guess then we're bad people."

He softly kissed your lips, feeling tingly and warm. “Bad people in good company.”

—

When Wayne got Eddie alone for a few minutes he asked why he had kept you a secret for so long.

"Old man, we met yesterday. Could't have brought her over earlier without us barging in here naked."

"You're shittin' me?"

"Nope," he grinned.

Wayne's mouth hung open for a moment. "Eddie, ya'll been talking like you've been married for a decade. And happily at that."

"Feels more like two."

Scratching his head, Wayne was looking for words. "That's insane, boy."

"I know," he said with that pride again. "Wait till you hear the full story... well... ahm... maybe not all of it. Shit, actually there's not much I can tell you..."

"Goin' by the looks of her neck I don't doubt it." Wayne had a sip from his mug, eyes crinkling with a smile over the rim.

"You like her?"

"Love her!" Then his features dimmed with a tinge of worry. "I’m happy for you, Eddie. Just don't get your heart broken."

—

Splitting the nights between Eddie’s and your place was another thing that didn’t need discussing. You share a place with your best friend Barb and she gave Eddie a thorough interrogation when he stayed over for the first time.

“You’re a serial killer or something?”

“Only on game nights,” he grinned.

“What are you doing?”

“Talking to you.”

Barb crossed her arms and pulled up her brows. “So you’re a funny one. Are you going to school? Are you working?”

“I’m a studio musician. Sometimes I sub for live gigs too, but that interferes too much with the time for my own band, so I really only do that occasionally when I dig the music.”

Eddie tried not to say something smart when he saw her efforts to suppress some sort of impressed surprise forming on her features.

“And you’re modelling?”

“Nah,” he laughed. “Well, that one time, yeah. Just was trying out something new. We’ll see if I’ll do that again.”

You walked back into the room, naturally drawn over to him like he was a giant magnet, instantly weaving your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck.

“Are you mean to my man, Barbara?”

Eddie shuddered and pushed a hand past the hem of your shirt; he was so hungry for your skin.

“No,” Barb huffed. “We’re just getting to know each other… aaaand—“

“And?” you said flatly.

“Come oooon,” she whined. “You can’t be mad at me that I am worried about you!”

Eddie looked up to you, leaning back a little to catch your eyes. “It’s not unreasonable.”

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“And I don’t mind,” he said. You brushed a thumb over his cheekbone and he chased it with a small kiss before smiling. “I know how to handle myself when I feel unreasonably bullied.”

“You’re so fucking cute,” you sighed and smiled down at him. Barb made a dry heaving sound.

“I am trapped in a rom-com simulation or something.” She took her mug from the table and walked out, calling from around the corner: “Try not to wake me with weird sex stuff, please?”

“She’s usually very sweet,” you told him with a frown when you were alone again. “Sorry about that.”

“Hey, I mean it. It’s okay.” Eddie turned and moved you in between his spread knees, hugging your waist, smiling up at you. “Chances are high that Steve will give you a similar treatment. He’s usually very sweet too, but he’s got this whole mama bear thing going on so… sorry about that.”

—

“Dude… Dude… Edward!”

“Huh?” Eddie’s head snapped back to Steve who looked a little annoyed. “What did you just say?”

Steve rolled his eyes and looked down at his watch. “It’s kinda time for you to head towards the stage.”

“Mhh, gimme me five more minutes, I don’t want to miss her.”

Ever since Steve had heard about that mysterious new spouse not quite three days ago, he hadn’t been able to stop frowning. Eddie was a bag of feral cats on his best days but right now he was a nervous fucking mess. His eyes were glued to the glass door of the venue and he was about to chew off his bottom lip any moment.

“If she comes, she’ll easily find you. You’re hard to miss front-center stage.”

“If?” Eddie looked horrified.

“When… I mean when she comes, Jesus.”

“What if something happened?”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.

“Hey!” Eddie said, face hard. “Don’t do that!”

“Sorry… I… you’re really intense about this man, I’m getting a little worried.”

Eddie looked back at the door and bounced on his toes. “Well, I’m really intensely in love with her so you better get used to it.”

“In love?” Steve blurted out and braced himself for another burning look but Eddie kept his face directed at the door. “Man, it’s been five days!”

“Don’t know what that has to do with anything. It’s not like I can just turn it off—“

“Eddie?” Jeff called over the noise of the opening act droning in the background. “You coming or what?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he looked away from the door at last. “On my way.”

Steve trudged down the corridor and pushed his way into the concert hall, squinting as the loud music of the opener hit his eardrums. The lights were flickering in tune with the outro of the song as he pushed his way past sweating people to the front where Jonathan and Robin should be. He needed to seriously roll his eyes at someone who wasn’t going to rip his fucking head off for finding this whole thing concerning.

The music stopped right as he put his chin on Robin’s shoulder. On stage, the frontwoman thanked the cheering crowd for a good time.

“And?” Robin asked excitedly. “She here?”

“Nah. Eddie is losing his mind.”

Jonathan joined them, looking a little red around the eyes. “I think it’s cute somehow?”

“Cute?” Steve huffed. “Don’t know about that.”

“Hey, at least wait until you have met her,” Robin rasped. She had definitely had a good time with that first band.

“Did you know he has two drawers at her place? Two. After five days!”

Jonathan shrugged. “You have to put your shit somewhere.”

Steve slapped a hand against his forehead. “Jesus… he’s going to get his heart broken!”

“You don’t know that.”

“Robin! Nothing can hold up like that over time!”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to,” Jonathan said.

“Yeah, if you start at unbelievable falling down to amazing is still amazing.”

“Wow, Rob,” Jonathan gasped. “That was deep.”

“Thanks, Jon.”

Steve leaned over the barrier in front of the stage and rubbed his face in disbelief. “When have you two become such firm believers in overdone romance novel tropes?”

Jonathan shrugged again. “I kinda knew I was in for Argyle after two weeks, man. And it’s been years now.”

“Yeah, alright, but you took a few months to let it grow!”

The lights dimmed down and fog started to creep over the stage floor. Whistles and shouts sounded from the crowd that was waiting for the main show to begin.

Corroded Coffin wasn’t big by business standards, but they had acquired a pretty solid fanbase by now. This was actually the biggest crowd they’d ever played on a solo gig. Gareth’s silhouette emerged from the fog, arms raised, one hand forked in a salute, the other armed with sticks. The crowd cheered, getting louder when Jeff took his place behind his mic, checking his pedals on the floor in what Steve knew to be superstition.

“It’s about to happen,” Robin said next to him, clapping her hands in excitement and right on cue, Erica stormed the stage, swinging her bass like a battle axe. Erica had replaced Grant a few years ago and was by now one of Eddie’s closest friends. Steve needed to pull her over and ask her what she had to say about the whole ordeal sometime soon.

People roared, longtime fans chanting Erica’s name and her grin shone brighter than the fucking spotlights. Last came Eddie. He marched in, radiating with the energy that hinted at the total beast he turned into on stage. Steve was glad to see that this madness didn’t dim him down. Jonathan moved his mouth but it was already hard to hear over the cheers and chants and whistles.

Eddie grabbed his mike and did his thing, luring the crowd in closer, his voice low and rumbling. He laughed diabolically, tongue sticking out as a sea of hands flew in the air and people bounced in anticipation. Erica hit the first notes, her thick heavy bass hitting Steve right in the stomach and he could see Eddie scan the first few rows with a nervous frown, pacing back and forth with squared shoulders. His hand was so firm around the neck of his guitar, Steve was worried he would snap it clean off. Robin threw Steve a glance; she saw it too. For everybody else, Eddie just looked intense, about to give them a show but his friends could see something cracking through.

He didn’t miss his cue though. He rarely ever did.

The first song rolled over them like an avalanche. Eddie and Erica were firm believers in hitting the crowd hard right away, hyping them up till their animal brains were thrumming and out for blood or whatever. It had taken Steve and Robin a while to get used to hard music, but it turned out that there was a lot of variance. The Coffins, as Steve liked to call them, had evolved immensely since their early garage days. More progressive, more melodic, a little doom here and there with clean and harsh vocals alternating during songs. Erica could come up with a blood-curdling scream you wouldn’t think possible upon laying eyes on her.

Steve was sweaty. He had heard this set a dozen times but I still loved it. It was the whole atmosphere. The second song was nearing its end, a quiet part building up into a mean breakdown and Steve received a thump to the shoulder from a tall, broad guy next to him. He looked over, fearing a mosh-pit forming around him - he would never be a fan of that, no thank you - but there just was someone trying to squeeze through to the front row. Steve hated it when the giants refused to let shorter people to the front and he patted the guy on the shoulder and gestured for him to be nice and take a step back.

‘Thank you,’ the newcomer mouthed at him and turned to the stage, eyes wide, sweat streaming from her forehead. She pressed her hands to her chest, mouth hanging open and Steve took a look at the stage, then back at her; her gaze was following Eddie around like he was a god she was here to worship.

“Oh my god!” she shouted into the small space of quiet before the breakdown hit. Steve couldn’t stop staring, this couldn’t be just any fan, right? She had slid her feet in between the bars of the metal barrier separating the crowd from the stage and pushed herself further up, face completely enraptured.

Eddie pushed over his mike stand - that happened all the time - and as the last notes faded out, he hooked one foot under it and flipped it up, catching it with his fret hand, grinning into the crowd as his little trick elicited cheers.

Steve was unsure now if it really was her. He had expected waving and shouting to make herself known but she almost looked petrified, frozen in place, unblinking.

“How are you doing?” Eddie asked and bathed in the rageing response. “Are you sweaty yet?”

Somewhere from the back, a woman shouted: I’m wet for you, Eddie!!!

“Fucking hell, careful at the back everybody, seems like we have a slipping hazard situation.” Eddie kicked at one of his effect pedals and scratched his nose with a grin as laughter and shouts weaved through the crowd. “Very flattering of you tho. Thank you.”

Steve kept glancing at the possible spouse, curious for a reaction.

He was sure he heard a chuckled “charming bastard” leave her mouth and gave Robin a nudge.

“Hey, Rob,” he said while Eddie kept talking to his crowd, “you see her? Yeah, I think she could be… you know.... the one.”

“You think?” Robin put her arm on his chest and pushed him back out of her line of sight. “Pretty.”

A fast rhythmic drum solo announced the next song, one of Steve’s favourites, and she started to move with it, arms raised into the air.

“Why do you think it’s her?” Robin shouted into his ear.

“Dunno, just… watch her watch him— Jesus...” Robin had pushed past him to change places, sending him into the chest of the guy behind him.

Things were wild. People moved with the charging beat of the drums, Erica cornering them with a slapping bass that made her fingers blur before she opened her mouth and screamed like something nightmarish, as Eddie and Jeff hit their strings like madmen.

Steve tried to let it go for a while and allowed himself to be carried away by the force of the sound. Having Robin as a shield helped too and it was three songs later when she reminded him about the matter.

“If that’s not her, I am going to shit. A. Brick.”

Steve prepared to yell a response, just as the flow on stage stumbled, deviating from the familiar sound of this song. Next came sharp reverb and Steve saw that Eddie’s mic-stand was down again. The band stopped as Eddie fumbled with his gear, the cord of the mic had looped around the stand and somehow, his ankle. He kept looking up, smiling like crazy, biting his lip, wiping the sweat out of his eyes with the back of a trembling hand and the no-longer mystery laughed, warm and adoring and totally and utterly smitten with Eddie.

“That’s her, right?” Jonathan said pressing against him and Robin to see something.

“Either that or Eddie is having a serious medical emergency right now,” Robin said.

“Not sure if both aren’t true— Jesus, Munson, just focus for a second.”

She turned, throwing a death stare at him that punched Steve right in the face. Robin and Jonathan waved at her making her frown while on stage, Erica finally had helped Eddie out of his turmoil and his amplified voice drew her attention away from them again.

Robin laughed. “Protective.”

“Sorry about that, folks.” Eddie joked. “Just had an out-of-body experience.” He pushed the mic away from his face, turned to her and mouthed a small "Hi" that was so sweet that Steve felt a little guilty.

“Let’s make sure to give one to every single one of you before you leave this place. Jeff, hit it!”

The rest of the show was a hot, blasting blur. Eddie was on fire and everything around him was catching. For all Steve knew, he had an audience of one and it almost felt surreal how an event with so many people could make him feel like he was intruding on an intimate moment between lovers.

Erica announced the last song and it left everyone breathless and exhausted. Nobody here looked more like a mess than her. It was almost obscene.

The band thanked the crowd while Jeff tormented his guitar with one last long distorted note and then people screamed their lungs out, already demanding an encore.

Eddie put down his guitar, smile wild and blazing and hopped off the stage. Everyone craned their necks as he crossed the small trench and slammed against the barrier into waiting arms. People around them lost it when Eddie took her face in his hands and slid his tongue down her throat without hesitation.

“Holy Shit!” Robin squeaked.

When Eddie finally drew away, he peppered her face with small kisses, muttering inaudible things that were only meant for her ears.

“I gotta go, I gotta go…” Eddie chanted, still coming back for another kiss again and again.

“Go!” she laughed and stopped him from keeping on by pressing her hands on his shoulders.

“One more… just one more, promise.”

“It’s never just one more, Gomez.”

Eddie nodded, turned, made two steps and then spun back around to steal one last kiss from her smiling mouth. He jogged back to the stage, pulled himself up and joined his delighted bandmates to go backstage.

“Excuse me,” Robin said, pushing the giant away like he wasn't three heads taller than her. “Coming through, thank you.”

Jonathan shrugged and followed Robin and so Steve did the same.

Robin said her name very carefully when she approached, but there was nothing hard on her face this time, Steve could only see sweet bliss in those eyes.

“I’m Robin, a friend of Eddie’s.”

“Oh!” she cheered and gave Robin a surprisingly enthusiastic hug. “Great to finally meet you.”

“I’m Jonathan, hi!”

“Ah, the genius with the black and white film. I need to talk to you sometime.”

Jonathan rubbed the back of his head and blushed. “Don’t know about genius, but thank you. And sure, anytime.”

“You’re Steve, right?”

“Uhm,” he stammered, determined to not make a bad first impression, no matter his feelings. “Yeah, that’s right. Great to meet you.”

“Seen pictures of all of you but it’s not the best lighting in here and I was a little distracted…”

“We noticed,” Jonathan chuckled. “You liked the show?”

She shook her head like someone stuck in a dream, pressed her hands to her hot face and giggled. “Sorry, I feel kinda high. You probably think we’re insane… we know…”

“No, no!” Robin stopped her. “I think it’s pretty adorable.”

“Right! Eddie is a great guy, he deserves his sickly sweet romance,” Jonathan said with a pat to her shoulder.

“Yeah,” Steve added, not all the way there yet but less worried than before. It was hard to stay so sceptical in the face of such intense affection. “He really does.”

—

Eddie downed the contents of a small water bottle while quickly marching down the corridor that led out of the backstage area. He felt some spillage dripping down his chin and to his shirt which was already plenty sweaty. Shit, he was shaking.

This must have been the longest encore he had ever played and he felt a little twinge of guilt in the back of his head to leave the band with packing up their gear but he had to get his hands on you soon or he would probably combust. He’d been worried about different possible scenarios that caused your delay and his heart had almost leapt out of his chest when he finally saw your face in the first row.

It already was like ecstasy, every time he saw you, but seeing you cheer for him, dancing and lost in his music. Shit. He hadn’t lied when he had spoken about an out-of-body-experience.

The big double door in front of him opened and in walked Steve, then Robin and then Jonathan, talking to you. You had already found his people. A weird kind of gravitation was at work here and it pulled at his bones now.

“Sweetheart,” he called out, still too fucking far away.

Your head turned and your eyes widened when you saw him; would he ever get used to that?

“Eddie,” you sighed and he knew you were just as desperate as he was. You rushed past Steve and Robin, taking up speed as he stopped and opened his arms for you.

“C’mere!” he half laughed half groaned and welcomed the slight pain when you smashed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed his face into your hair that smelled like jasmine and sweat and you. “You’re here.”

“M’ s srry,” vibrated against his collarbone and he pulled back a little.

“What was that?”

“I’m so sorry I was so late I—“

Eddie cut you off with a kiss. He needed to taste you and you were here now so words could wait for a little longer. He felt a little tight in his pants and he held on to your face like in fear you could fucking float away. You were spoiling him, nipping at his lip, soothing the pain with a soft lick.

“Oh my fucking god, Eddie…” you whispered, forehead pressed against his and he answered with a soft moan. “I have no words right now, not sure if there are any… you… you’re… just…” You softly thumped your fists to his chest, straining to find something to say that matched your emotions.

“Just show me, hm? Show me how I make you feel?”

You nodded your head still cradled in his hands, eyes shining so bright and all for him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you kissed him again.

“You think we should leave?” Robin said approximately three galaxies away.

Eddie pulled himself off your lips with every ounce of willpower in his body. “My friends! We meet you at the bar in ten…” he looked back at you, grinning not taking his eyes off of you when he resumed speaking. “In twenty minutes.”

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Glass Cuts Deepest (12)

[ professor! • Aemond x student! • female ]

[ warnings: oral sex, fingering, smut, kissing, fluff, angst, trauma, mention of rape, indecent student-teacher relationship ]

[ description: A female painting student is finally able to choose the specialisation she has dreamt of - stained glass. She wants to become a student of the best specialist in this field, but he, for some reason, refuses to accept female students into his workshop. She finds out that he once slapped a female student of one of the other professors. Nevertheless, she makes an attempt to find out what happened then and to convince him to teach her. Slow burn, sexual tension, dark, agressive Aemond, great childhood traumas. ]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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He fully realised how involved he already was in this relationship when he had to fall asleep alone in his bedroom after he returned home. His flat had never seemed so empty, so cold, so alien to him before. He realised that it didn't even have anyone's photos in it, no memorabilia, it was a place where he existed between work and nothing else.

He tried to do what he always did, made himself a cup of tea and turned on the TV to watch the news, read a book on catacomb painting he'd borrowed from Cregan, but still all he did, all he focused on, was glancing at his phone screen.

She hadn't texted him, nor had he texted her even though they had each other's phone numbers.

He himself didn't know how he felt about it, at the same time raging with desperation, opening the new message window several times to write her anything, to apologise for the scene he had done to her the day before or to wish her a good night, but each time he deleted everything, throwing the phone somewhere in a corner, heartbroken.

Perhaps she needed time to herself to think things through.

He had cornered her and not given her time to think, and she might not have really wanted that.

She might not have wanted to take on the kind of baggage he was carrying.

He went to bed with this thought and turned off the lamp, but he felt restless and uncomfortable. He got up twice and checked that the front door was locked, just in case, then went back and laid under his duvet, but the feeling remained in him.

The feeling that something was going to happen, that he would hear the sound of the door opening, as it did then, and see her on the doorstep.

He shuddered at the thought, clenching his eyes shut, dreaming only of Wright calling him, of telling him she missed him and wanted to see him, of coming to him and falling asleep beside him, making him feel safe.

She didn't call and he wriggled through the night, panicked, sad and tired. He gave up at four in the morning and took a shower, made himself a quick coffee in a thermos and drove to the university, deciding that he would rather use this time in some meaningful way.

He turned on all the lights and took a sheet of clear glass from his compartment, intending to cut it for his personal project, wanting to create a stained glass window for himself with Adam and Eve motif.

He wished to model himself on Dürer's copperplate, but changing it a little, softening the proportions of the figures, painting them in a slightly more mannerist form. He had no intention of giving the figures their faces, of course, however he found the work itself meaningful.

He shuddered when he heard someone come inside, despite the fact that there was still an hour left before classes started, and froze completely when he saw her standing in the aisle.

"Good morning." She said softly, warmth and happiness in her eyes at the sight of him from which he felt heat in his chest, he couldn't stop the shy smile that forced itself onto his lips.

He couldn't stop himself from kissing her as soon as she let him get close.

He found, despairingly, that her scent was enough to make him completely hard and he suffered through the day, watching her from the sidelines, witnessing the way she talked to her year mates, being able to get close to anyone but him.

As he spoke and noticed her gaze, he would lose the thread and have to quickly return his thoughts to what he had just talked about, embarrassed and ashamed that he had acted like a child.

The only thing that kept him sane was that she had agreed to come to him in the evening.

Despite the fact that he usually worked after hours, that afternoon he returned to his flat immediately after class, doing his shopping beforehand, recognising that he had to host her somehow and prepare something to eat.

He was also embarrassed to find that he should change the bedding for a clean one.

While doing this, all he could think about was what they were going to do on his bed when she came to him and he had a feeling his cock would just explode with arousal.

He didn't want to touch himself before she came though, he wanted to be desperate and on the edge of his endurance, he hoped that this would make him finally get over himself, that the lust would completely stupefy him and make him think of nothing else but fulfilment.

When at last she knocked on his door, when at last she stood on his threshold he felt apprehensive, realising that he had never invited anyone there before.

He let her in without a word, feeling his throat tighten. She was wearing a dress and nice long, white socks that he couldn't stop looking at, thinking only of the fact that he wanted to press her against the wall and slip his hand under her underwear, wondering if she was in the same state as him.

"If there's something wrong, I'll change, I took my things." Her worried voice snapped him out of his reverie and he looked at her surprised, not understanding what she was talking about, only realising after a moment that she thought he was looking at her like this because he found her outfit inappropriate.

"What? No, no. Come in. Are you hungry? I'm just heating up dinner." He said embarrassed at the direction his thoughts were running off in, deciding that she should at least eat something before he touched her, heading towards the kitchenette.

"Yeah, I'd love to." She said softly as she followed him, sitting down on the other side of the kitchen counter, looking intently at what he was doing.

He felt strangely tense, he'd never seen another human being in this space, much less a woman, he recognised that he hadn't spoken to one in so many years that he wasn't even sure how he should refer to her, not wanting to come across as a buffoon or a simpleton.

He knew he hadn't shown his best side to her before and he wanted to change that, but it only made him stress even more and say very little.

He almost choked, pulled out of his reverie when he heard her question while they ate.

"Where am I going to sleep?"

He looked at her in shock, thinking quickly about what he should answer, recognising that if he told her he wanted her to sleep in his bed it would immediately give away what he desired, perhaps putting her in an awkward position. He decided to get out of it somehow.

"…it's up to you. I can sleep on the couch." He said cautiously, watching her reaction, wanting to make sure she didn't think he was just a pervert who was only hoping for his student's young body to make his night more pleasant.

She meant so much more to him.

"What if I don't want you to sleep on the couch?" She asked quietly, looking up at him with her big, warm eyes.

God.

He reached quickly for his wine glass, taking a sip from it, feeling her question in his trousers. He set it down, looking at her intensely, wondering if she really wanted an answer to that question or was just teasing him.

Then we'll fuck, he thought.

"Will you show me your bedroom?" She asked softly, lightly, non-committally, and he swallowed loudly, wondering if she was doing it on purpose or if in her mind it was really just an innocent question that wasn't going to lead to anything more.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked carefully, looking at her face, and she nodded. He pressed his lips together, gazing at her bare shoulders, the shape of her breasts outlining under her dress, and thought he couldn't take it anymore.

He stood up and glanced at her, waiting for her to move behind him.

He led her to one of the rooms to which the door was on the corridor and stepped inside, lighting the lamp standing by his bedside table, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, feeling his heart pounding hard, his hands clenched into fists.

He felt his manhood pulsate painfully hard in his trousers as she unhurriedly laid on his bed with her stomach down, placing her cheek on his pillow, playing with the fabric of his sheets, not even looking at him. He looked down at her long legs and swallowed loudly, thinking that if he didn't touch her soon he would probably die.

He circled his bed, climbing onto it and kneeling behind her, having her legs between his thighs. He lifted the material of her dress up and exposed to him the bare, glistening skin of her buttocks, which were framed by pretty white lace panties. He placed his large hand on one of them and stroked it, feeling how soft and firm her skin was, her whole body tensing under his touch.

There was no turning back now, he thought.

He'd been thinking about it all night.

About how he wanted to do this.

He placed one hand next to her head while sliding the other across her stomach and squeezed her with his body, sighing along with her as he pressed his length hidden under the material of his trousers between her buttocks, rubbing against her, feeling a wonderful pulsing, his free hand brushing away her hair, kissing her neck with his warm lips.

They both drew in a loud breath as his hand under her belly slid lower, pulling up her dress, picking at the material of her panties, slipping his fingers underneath. He heard her moan helplessly, writhing beneath him as he touched her moisture, he involuntarily licked his lower lip, feeling how hard he was.

"− have you been this wet since you came in here? − or maybe since this morning? −" He gasped delightedly, trailing his lips along her soft skin, listening to her accelerated, erratic breathing, rubbing with the movements of his hips against her buttocks, making shivers come over him, her wonderful scent filling his nostrils.

"− it's your fault, professor −" She mumbled regretfully, and he felt her words between his thighs, his cock pulsed hard when she called him that, shamelessly using his academic title in such a situation, his fingers began to massage her in circular, sure motions around her clit, making her moans of pleasure grow louder and louder.

"− mine? − because I take care of my student's needs like any good professor in my position? −" He breathed out in her ear and smirked mischievously feeling how his movements were accompanied by a sticky click of her juices, both of them panting and moaning, her thighs involuntarily parting beneath him, allowing him better access.

"− I need this − please −" She mumbled with difficulty, clenching her hands on the fabric of his pillow. He groaned low, rubbing himself against her, feeling the heat in his lower abdomen at the thought of what he wanted to do.

"− I know −" He hummed, then slid the tip of his middle finger gently inside her, her walls hot, fleshy and sticky, tight, resisting him with his every gentle movement. He felt a powerful shudder pass through her, she cried out beneath him in pleasure, parting her lips, her body trembling under him.

"− shhh −" He hushed her, not letting her move, delighted that she was at his mercy, that he was touching her in such a way and it felt wonderful, not a trace of discomfort or bad memories in his mind.

"− please − ah − please − please −" She mewled pleadingly, he thought with tenderness that she was on the verge of orgasm, unable to get anything more out of herself, and he merely teased her, sliding his finger in and out of her, returning to her clit again after a while, not giving her what she needed.

"− please, what? − don't be disrespectful, title me properly −" He growled warningly, recognising that she had wanted this herself, she had wanted to play like this and now she had to suffer the consequences.

He heard her moan loudly at his words, her thighs trembling under his hand, his fingers all sticky from her moisture massaging her with a loud, lewd click.

"− please, professor − please, I've been waiting for this all day −" She mumbled, and he chuckled low, taking pity on her at last, seeing the state she was in, and slid his whole finger inside her, feeling how wonderfully hot and rough she was inside, her muscles clenched against him greedily.

He heard her gasp loudly, pressing her face against his pillow, her hips struggling to move in rhythm with his movements as he kissed her neck, her jaw, her cheek, her temple.

"− soaking wet for her professor − fuck − you're a very dedicated student, aren't you? −" He gasped in delight, literally fucking her with his finger, searching for the point inside her that he had read so much about on the internet, knowing that it should be somewhere above her entrance and realised that he had found it between her muscles when he heard her loud, surprised moan of pleasure, her lips parted wide, her eyes clenched as if in surprise and disbelief.

"− yes − God − yes, yes, please! −" She cried out pathetically, and a few of his movements were enough for her to cum on his fingers, her moisture spilling over his hand.

"− fuck − what a little mess you are −" He muttered with delight at her state, feeling how hard she came, fascinated with what he could do with her.

He groaned lowly feeling that he couldn't take it any more, that after what he had seen and felt he needed to finally relieve himself with his hand.

"− don't move − okay? −" He asked quickly, panting loudly along with her, lifting himself up and resting his body weight on his knees, unbuttoning his trousers and putting his hand under his boxers, with quick sure movements starting to jerk himself off, looking at her bare buttocks, at her wet underwear, at her face, at her trembling body.

Fuck, she was so pretty.

He knew he was going to cum soon, he could feel it.

"Can I kiss you there?" She asked softly, and he froze in mid-motion, panting heavily, thinking he'd overheard himself.

"What?"

He saw her open her eyes and press her lips together, playing with the fabric of his pillow, breathing unevenly.

"You could lie on your back and massage yourself, and I would kiss you there. I wouldn't touch you with my hands, just my lips and tongue. I've never done that before, so it would be our first time."

He stared at her in disbelief, breathing loudly, feeling his manhood pulsate hard in his hand at her words, at the thought that her sweet lips could touch him there, give him pleasure in such an intimate place. He thought, however, that he might inadvertently hurt her, and he would not forgive himself for that.

"− I − God - I don't know − I wouldn't want to hurt you − force you to do things like that, humiliate you −" He mumbled out struggling to put into words what he was feeling, he heard her move, shaking her head quickly, still not looking at him.

"− I want to try it − I'll tell you if it feels uncomfortable and you can do exactly the same − you don't feel bad when I kiss you, just when I touch you with my hands − I thought maybe this is our way to your fulfilment together −" She said softly, tenderly, and he felt he could come from just those words, from just imagining what she was talking about.

He felt horror and hope at the same time, he wanted her to do it, he wanted it to work, but he was afraid it would end up like the last time.

If she couldn't even touch his cheek, how could she touch him down there?

On the other hand, he realised that she was right, that they had kissed many times, but it was the touch of her hand that scared him.

Alys had never kissed him.

He swallowed loudly, looking at her uncertainly.

"−… will you tell me if there is something wrong? −" He asked in a voice trembling with emotion, and she nodded quickly.

Fuck.

He let out a loud breath, burying his manhood in his boxers, laying down next to her on his back, leaning partially against the backrest, breathing loudly.

He swallowed hard, horrified when he saw her rise and move towards him, laying between his thighs, she didn't touch him, just looked at him expectantly.

"So?" She asked softly and he felt his cock pulsate impatiently, demanding at last the relief he craved, he was terrified and aroused, curious and uncertain, he felt his lips dry from exertion and licked them involuntarily with his tongue.

"If it goes wrong - what do I say?" He asked uncertainly, wanting to know how he was supposed to act if it was unpleasant after all, not wanting to hurt her with his sudden, aggressive response. She considered his words for a moment, lowering her gaze.

"− say 'slower' if you feel it's right but things are happening too fast, or 'faster' if it's too slow. If you feel bad say 'stop' and I'll pull away immediately −" She said calmly, and he felt relieved, sticking to these rules as something that could actually work, giving him a sense of security.

He thought that it might have gone too well for them.

"− and if I − you know −" He mumbled, and she smiled slightly, warmly, embarrassing him completely.

"− well − Eve was the first to taste the forbidden fruit, wasn't she? −" She asked softly, and he thought it was over, that with or without her mouth he had to come right now, because his cock would just explode in his boxers.

"− touch yourself as you always do and just say if what I'm going to do makes you uncomfortable − remember this is time for you and your pleasure −" She said calmly and he needed no more encouragement, on the verge of despair, slipping his hand back under the material of his boxers, tightening his fingers on his hard manhood, clenching his eyes in pleasure, jerking himself with sure up and down movements.

When he felt her lips on his sensitive skin he gasped and moaned, but thought with surprise that it was not unpleasant, more like a gentle tickle.

However, when after a moment he felt her lips and her tongue licking upwards to his tip he groaned louder, feeling a shiver of pleasure, her tongue was moist and rough, teasing him in a way that the touch of his own hand had never given him.

"− fuck −" He muttered, tilting his head back, panting heavily, massaging himself with increasing speed.

He stared at her in disbelief, seeing her leaning towards him with her eyes closed, mussing him with her lips, licking him with her tongue faster and more intensely, making him feel like he was just about to come on her face, his cock pulsing greedily in his hand.

He wasn't sure he'd ever seen a more perverted sight than her lips pressed to his swollen cock, dripping with his precum.

He parted his lips wider and gasped, surprised when she suddenly lifted higher and slid his tip between her lips, teasing and licking him with her tongue. He clenched his eyes shut, tilting his head back, feeling this incredibly gentle yet intense sensation, with an involuntary movement of his hips he pushed his length deeper into her throat, shuddering with arousal.

"− oh, God − please −" He mumbled out, horrified at how pleasurable this was and clenched his free hand in her hair, moving deep inside her mouth, feeling his whole body quiver in pleasure, just thinking about how warm and wet her throat was, how soft her lips were sucking him so intensely.

He thought that deep inside her he felt safe, he felt good, so wonderfully good.

"− faster − ah, fuck, squeeze me here −" He exhaled, grabbing her wrist quickly, tightening his hand with her fingers on his hard cock, showing her how she was supposed to squeeze him, her hand wonderfully soft and warm, giving him a much more pleasurable sensation than his own, jerking him with a sure, intense motion harmonising with the smooth movements of her lips, loud from the click of her saliva.

"− forgive me − fuck, 'm gonna cum −" He mumbled out surprised that his fulfilment was approaching so quickly, he felt it in his lower abdomen, and then he just cum in her mouth, panting heavily with pleasure, leaning forward, surprised at how hard he throbbed inside her, how his orgasm shook his body. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he felt completely stupefied by this wonderful, hot pleasure.

"− fuck − fuck, baby − oh my God −" He babbled with difficulty, clenching his eyes shut, breathing loudly, unable to stop himself from throbbing, listening as she bravely swallowed everything that came out of him.

He let go of her hand and hair, looking at her, and she immediately pulled away from him, sliding him out of her mouth with loud plop, breathing hard as he did, looking at him in disbelief.

He didn't know how any girl could look so innocent after sucking someone's cock.

He thought perhaps she was just a saint.

"− you are indeed my revelation −" He whispered embarrassedly, smiling involuntarily, feeling relieved, feeling free, because they had done it, succeeded, found a way for him to experience fulfilment with her, some point from which they could start.

He pulled her to him by the material of her dress, wanting to feel her close, now, immediately, and embraced her tightly, kissing the top of her head, feeling boundless gratitude for her sacrifice, that for her, too, this was the first time, and she was so brave, so good.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, and she nodded quickly, snuggling into him tighter.

They talked for a while longer, considering what to do next, whether she should move in with him. He respected her wishes and the fact that she preferred to keep her dorm room for now. He felt joy and peace when she said that she would be coming to stay with him overnight, that she would leave some of her belongings at his place.

That she would be there for him.

Just as he had promised, he let her study. After they both dressed in their pyjamas and lay down on his bed he snuggled into her, nuzzling his cheek against her soft breast hidden under the material of her t-shirt, her free hand combing through his hair as the other held the book she had just read, resting it on her raised thighs.

He muttered under his breath seeing what she was reading about, that she was preparing for an exam on the history of Renaissance art.

"Dürer?" He asked, running his pointing finger over her bare arm, and she nodded, turning the page, then went back to stroking his head.

"I'm working on a stained glass window right now, the design of which is based on his copperplate." He said softly, concentrating on how soft her skin felt under his fingers. He heard her move in curiosity, glancing up at him.

"What theme are you based on?" She asked excitedly, and he swallowed loudly, feeling embarrassed at how obvious his choice was.

"Adam and Eve." He whispered, pressing his lips together, waiting with a pounding heart for her reaction, wondering if she would see him as a desperate idiot.

He felt her hand freeze in the air only to surprise him as she hugged him tighter to her chest, placing her book on her stomach, embracing him with her other arm as well, leaning over him and kissing his hair. He murmured low, feeling hot in his heart at her reaction, her acceptance of how involved he was.

"They won't have our faces." He added lowly, and she giggled slightly, heartily, he felt butterflies in his stomach at that wonderful sound, at the thought that she was laughing because of him.

"Thank God my professor is so smart." She said with amusement, both mocking and praising him at the same time, and he snorted at her words, cuddling his face into her firm, soft breast, wonderfully warm, adjusting to the shape of his cheek.

He murmured quietly, turning his face and grasped her nipple hidden under the material of her shirt with his lips, sucking on it in a light, unhurried rhythm.

He heard her moan quietly, surprised, involuntarily pressing his head closer to her chest, clenching her thighs in a sudden surge of pleasure, stroking his hair.

"You promised." She muttered regretfully, alluding to the fact that he was going to let her study for her exam which was to take place in a few days. He hummed under his breath, rubbing her nipple with the tip of his nose.

"I promised I'd let you study when we were done."

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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I thought about this earlier but couldn’t fully piece it together but like…………model Bakugou, or even pro Bakugou who does his contractual obligations of modeling, and being his photographer for a shoot. it’s a more raunchy one, his breakout shoot to show he’s as x rated as they come. and they get you to capture him, set up the scene and find the props because you’re known for your amazingly styled ideas and sets every time.

one scene where he’s laid back in bed, surrounded by black silken sheets that he balls in between one of his thick hands. the other arm is behind his head, propped up on two fluffy pillows, his chin tilted up where you snap pictures above him on a ladder. one leg is kicked out, flexed, and the other is bent at the knee. the best part about the whole thing is that he’s naked—or at least, alluded to be. he’s covered in orange and green flower petals (that he protested the entire time) around his waist and down to his thick thighs. the pictures you take from this angle are damn near lewd, with how he pouts his bottom lip and gives those fuck me eyes to the camera.

another scene is him in just his underwear, tight and white in color, makes your face warm whenever you catch the faint sight of his brown tip through the fabric. but you direct him to turn his back to you, hold up the lightweight prop of the world in his hands, bend at the knee, rest it on his shoulders. it’s not as raunchy as the other pics, despite your eyes immediately jumping to his plump ass, but the pics still make you hot under the collar when you edit them.

other scenes include capturing him at a bathroom counter with sex hair, a makeup painted on hickey on his neck, and low eyes aimed at the camera. include him laying on his stomach with his face in his hands, a single carmine eye peeking out, with the tiniest smile you managed from him after the shittiest joke. you realize later, that he only laughed because he was starting to grow fond of you, which was made apparent after you finished his pictures and sent them to his team.

he texted you the next morning, tell me more of your shitty jokes and I’ll let you photograph me again. it’s his way of flirting, you guessed, but still found yourself googling the top fifty corniest jokes ever told.

#why is coming up with scene ideas so hard #anyway he’s pretty and he knows it #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬

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sibelin · 1 month

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I don't want people to reblog that AI art post so I'll put my addition here:

One thing that will always make me cringe with those AI imitations of middle to late 19th century art is how the intelligence will always try to match ALL the women figures with the current 21th century beauty standards. Now, of course, I wouldn't be complaining if these kind of images weren't plaguing the "classical art" or "oil painting" tags. But since they are, I will show you what 19th century painting of women really looks like. And yeah, I know, some paintings match with current beauty standards but it's still more complicated than that. "Classic" painting is not all about representing pretty ladies. Otherwise historians of art would be bored.

Okay, if it's a "classic" painting, let's go with neoclassicism which is basically a return to the classic inspirations from antiquity and a return to simplicity after years of the wild Baroque and Rococo of the 18th century. Want to see portraits of women in that time?

(Left : Detail of Portrait de madame de Verninac by Jacques-Louis David, 1979. Right : Portrait de Madame Duvaucey, 1809, Jean-Dominique Ingres).

So far, notice how these two women don't look at all like the women in those fake AI paintings. They are portraits of real women, thus real models. But even when they were painting gods, 19th century painters HAD models! Not only that, they were also inspired by antiquity, which wasn't really doing realism either, they had their own ideals like, to cite one exemple, the really straight noses you always see in greek statues. Well, that's also in neoclassical paintings! Look:

(Detail of La Mélancolie by Constance Marie Charpentier, 1801)

On the other side, you've got two strong opponents (and logical responding movements) to this return to classical culture : Romantism and Realism. Once again, look at the diversity :

(Left: Details of Les foins by Jules Bastien-Lepage, 1877. Right: Jeune orpheline au cimetière, Eugène Delacroix, 1824.)

Realism is pretty self-explanatory. The painters were going back to show normal people, farmers and workers. They weren't here to make them beautiful or to conform to beauty standards but to show the world as it is. Result was a lot of controversies, notably with Courbet and Les baigneuses, a representation of a strong woman in an unflatering pose and dirt on her feet that shook the beauty standards so dear to the academic ideals of his times. Check it out if you're interested, there's plenty of articles about it. And romanticism? Once again very diverse. Just look at pre-romantism, with Goya, who loooved representing fucked up little scenes. Or with Delacroix, here with one of his most famous portrait (Jeune orpheline au cimetière) probably because of the expression, the pose, everything that makes that girl look alive, real, unique.

But wait.... You've already seen classical paintings were the ladies looked like all the ladies nowadays, right? Maybe you've seen those very pretty pre raphaelites paintings with those women that look kinda like Florence Welch. Maybe you've seen academic art, the most palatable of 19th century style when it comes to beauty norms. And it's true, it could be similar to these prompted AI classical babes, except once again, it's not. Because once again, they had models, and models were different from paintings to paintings. And this is this systematic same face vibes that makes AI so boring. Because even when real historical art comes close to that, it is always way way way more rich and full of surprises.

(left : The North-West Passage by John Everett Millais, 1878. Middle: Detail of Contemplation by John William Godward, 1922. Right: Detail of La Naissance de Vénus by William Bouguereau, 1879)

Then, you have all these art styles that AI weirdly stays away from : those where the style and process is so strong, so much more important than the subject, that it would be hard to copy without noticing the difference. It could be impressionism, it could be symbolism or better, it could be the avant-garde artists that announces then blends into the wild, colorful and tortured art of the first half of the 20th century.

(Left: Le chemin de fer by Edouard Manet, 1973. Middle: I lock my door upon myself by Fernand Khnopff, 1891, Right: Jane Avril by Henri de Toulouse Lautrec, 1892)

Conclusion/ TLDR : If fake historical AI art becomes more realistic every day, it will never be as rich and diverse as the real deal because it will always be used to appease an algorithm for people who just want to see pretty images that catters to them and never challenge their views. When it comes to beauty norm, this could be dangerous and make people believe that these was always how women looked like. That all girls were born with removed buccal fat and symmetrical faces, even in old paintings. I don't know, it may be nothing, but it may be something. Thank you for those who read all that and I hope see many cool paintings in museums :)

Addition: This is of course a very european centric vision of art but it's what the AI will take inspiration from anyway. For the same reasons, these paintings are very white but I was also trying to avoid the icky orientalist representations that were so trendy in the 19th century. Note that there is an even better diversity in paintings when you open your eyes to non-european centric art.

(If I see a terf reblogging this, i'm blocking on sight)

#history of art #art #classical art #paintings #anti AI #ai #long post

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sweetracha · 9 months

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Kinky Sprinkles #2: Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin was always known for his artistic abilities. It seemed like every week he found a new outlet for his creative genius. Of course, he had his tried and true methods like dance and painting. However sometimes, when he was in a creative rut, he needed to explore more unusual mediums.

When he walked in with a paper bag from the craft store and a bright smile on his face, you knew he had found his new hobby of the week. Hyunjin sat at the edge of your shared mattress. It was clear to you that he had a question on his mind.

"I see you found something new to try. Can I see?" You sit up, trying to peer into the bag but were quickly denied.

"I did, but I need your help with it"

"Jinnie, I'm not an artist like you are. Why would you need my h--"

"I need you to be my model. It'll make more sense if you just meet me in the studio. I suggest wearing your robe...and only your robe." With a lingering sensual kiss to your lips, he disappeared.

After touching up your appearance and wearing the suggested attire, you made your way to his studio. You weren't sure what you were going to find, but having all of his equipment shoved to the walls and a singular tarp on the floor wasn't what you pictured.

"Oh, you're here! I just finished setting up. " Hyunjin slowly walked over to you. His hair was up in his signature pony tail, and he wore his painters shirt, which was an old white button-up stained in paint. "Let me help you with that." Hyunjin slender hands began to strip you from the robe.

"What exactly are we doing?"

"You, my muse, you are the canvas tonight." Hyunjin began to pull out his new paints. "Please go lie down, my love"

Hours had passed now. Your body was covered in blue and green hues. Clouds of white and pink covered your bare chest while wildflowers littered your bottom half. You weren't sure what he painted on your back, but the way he massaged your skin beforehand was intoxicating. How you didn't cum from his fine-haired bristles on your nipples shocked you. You just hope he didn't notice how your wetness was making the paint on your thighs bleed.

"And....I think...wait a second" one last flick of the brush near your clit. "And we are done! Let me help you up, my masterpiece. Couldn't mess it all up now." He outstretched his hand like a prince. You gladly accepted.

Hyunjin walked you to the mirror where you stood in awe. You really did look like a work of art. Hyunjin began twisting and turning you in the reflection so you could see everything. Your back was the same scene as before but shrouded in night. Golden yellow stars span across your shoulder blades. While you were admiring the work, it seemed Hyunjin was admiring something else.

His hands that were used to paint you began to gently caress your sides as if they were their own paintbrush. His head found its way into the crook of your neck. He slotted himself perfectly behind you and held your gaze in the mirror. Sensual silence filled the studio. Soft kisses were being left on your skin. Cascading down your back.

"Hyun, you'll mess it up" you whined.

"Y/n let the artist decide, I think it looks better this way." Hyunjin ended up in front of you now and began kissing his way down your body again. He made sure to spend extra time kissing the clouds. When he made his way to the poppies and daisies, he kneeled. Big blown-out eyes stared up at you. Hyunjin's face was covered in the paint he washed off of you. If he wasn't bracing you with hands on your thighs, you would have collapsed.

"The best part, baby?" A single kiss was left on your clit and a soft whimper left your lips. "It's edible"

#stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin smut

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artbyblastweave · 10 months

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One thing I think about a lot in regards to Bakuda is that one of the few hints we get into her backstory comes from Tattletale, who, while trying to paint a picture of Bakuda’s weaknesses, intuits that she cracked and threw a fit because she was coddled her whole life and couldn’t handle mild censure, criticism, or failure. From here Taylor jumps to assuming that she snapped from a bad grade, and this is why she held Cornell hostage.

But the groundwork from this conclusion was laid by Tattletale, who at this point in the story is actively trying to mold Taylor’s perceptions of events so that she won’t get scared away from the lifestyle. Tattletale being the one who gives Taylor the slanted, decontextualized story that Glory Girl triggered from getting fouled in a basketball game, when obviously the actual situation she was in was substantially more fucked. Tattletale being the one who tries to convince Taylor before the bank job that the cape scene runs on Megamind logic, while simultaneously lumping Lung (the one supervillain who Taylor has actually fought in costume at that point) into the category of irrational, inhuman monsters.

Bakuda had a tinker trigger. You don’t snap from one bad grade; you don’t get a tinker trigger unless, on some level, you see the train coming, even if nobody else can. All signs point to some Uniquely Fucked Situation that would make Bakuda everyone’s Poor Little Meow Meow if we were receiving information about it from anyone other than licensed spin-doctor Lisa Wilbourne (or Armsmaster, or the News, you get the dynamic here.) Also it doesn’t help that she melted an innocent guy in front of everybody. I mean by the time she runs into the Undersiders it’s not like they’re not going to have to fight for their lives, that ship has sailed. But given the sailed ship, Lisa doesn’t exactly have any incentive to accidentally build empathy in the newbie for the mad bomber currently attempting to torture them to death. They are predictably unconcerned with the precise path by which Bakuda came to be this performatively brutal and sadistic. And a scant few minutes after assembling this unflattering mental model of Bakuda, there goes Taylor, choppin’ off digits.

Something about good guys, bad guys, the book’s constant refrain about how framing is everything in the cape game. I forget precisely where I was going with this. Much to be done with Bakuda. Like nearly all Worm side characters there’s a lot of there there in spite of (and to some degree because of!) her lack of screen-time.

#worm #wildbow #parahumans #bakuda #worm meta #thoughts #meta #worm web serial

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amummy · 7 months

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what do you think carlo was like, personality-wise? i’m not sure how much has been revealed about him, but i’m fine with either spoilers or headcanons haha

A few things are noted about Carlo by Geppetto and some scenes you see in the game late game area.

When Pinocchio is disobedient to Geppetto he seems almost disgusted that he has inherited Carlo’s personality. Stating he was always a trickster and troublemaker.

In the areas on the alchemist island beach: He seems understandably unhappy about how his father chooses his work over him. But seems eager to do something potentially dangerous and exciting like becoming a stalker.

Even his portrait is pouty and somber. It could be the nature of getting a portrait painted, but even then he seems intentionally painted in a way that makes him look upset.

He even loses his best friend to the petrification disease after it afflicts the Monad charity house.

I think we can also pull personality from everything Pinocchio is not. Pinocchio is quiet and obedient. Gentle in some ways(like with Spring the cat). Geppetto might of modeled Pinocchio after Carlo but Carlo grew to be angry and hurt. While Pinocchio was started as an idealized form of Carlo to Geppetto.

Carlo in my heart is a good and eager boy but with self destructive tendencies and a deep resentful anger. Probably had a wonderful smile to those who knew him closely... Likely pulled pranks with Romeo, cut class, etc.

Like… maybe if Geppetto gave Carlo a hug and didn’t focus on work all the time, we wouldn’t of gotten hit souls-like title Lies of P developed and published by Neowiz games and Round8 studio.

#lies of p #lies of p spoilers #lies of p carlo #lies of p geppetto #lies of p pinocchio #carlo #Geppetto #pinocchio

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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months

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wally smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (17/06/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; sfw | nsfw

character(s) ; wally darling (standard vers)

outline ; “Can I get Wally x reader nsfw hcs?

I'm 22 btw (also yea props to clown for finding away to allow nsfw while also being able to avoid it if they want)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, assumed human-accurate anatomy

note ; please block the ‘playfellowxxx’ tag if you don’t want to see any nsfw content for this fandom — it’s the tag created by clown for this exact purpose

additional note ; before anyone asks about it; i am using the main ‘x reader’ tags for this post because they are necessary for navigation/filtering as well as accurate to the content itself (it is x reader after all). blocking the ‘playfellowxxx’ tag will stop nsfw content (that’s tagged correctly) from popping up for anyone who doesn’t want to see it — i know this because this is how i got rid of o/c and other squicky fics in the x reader tags i follow lol. it’s also why i have a universal blog tag.

so, yeah, stay safe and block any tags you want to avoid.

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

very sexually inexperienced before you but he’s a quick learner and adapts well to your needs/desires in the bedroom based on your feedback and your reactions

leans more towards soft dominance — the sort that involves taking care of his partner rather than actively being domineering and aggressive

that being said he’s happy to top or bottom depending on your preference

i guess that makes him kind of a service top?

mostly prefers vanilla sex with the occasional dip into kinkier territory — but always makes use of a consent system so that you have every possible opportunity to back out (and so does he)

it’s probably an adapted version of the traffic light system

he’s pretty traditional in regards to positions and will usually default to missionary — but could probably be convinced to test out standing sex or riding

unlikely to initiate sex unless it’s established that you’re needy but too shy to initiate yourself

average to low libido, which means that most of your sexual encounters will be him getting you off before going back to whatever he was doing beforehand

related to the above point: his love language is acts of service which lends itself heavily to your sex life

not loud per say but he is vocal, quietly praising and encouraging you as he pleasures you — occasionally asking how you’re feeling, what you want and if he’s okay to touch you there

the terms he frequents the most are ‘beautiful’, ‘you’re doing so well’, ‘that’s it’ and ‘is this okay?’

also enjoys receiving praise and depending on your position he’ll either pause and fluster or he’ll beam and thank you for it — though either way his cheeks and ears and neck will be going from yellow to pinkish

big fan of more decorative scenes/kinks — of which he has many paintings hung around your second bedroom (which has become something of a makeshift playroom)

so things like: lingerie/leathers/latex/corsets, suspension, decorative bondage, etc.

prefers to use softer materials rather than rope to tie you up in the moment — but if you’re just modelling for a painting then he’ll relent and use the traditional rope and chains

also enjoys body worship — both giving and receiving

though if you’re especially soft and genuine in your appreciation for him and his body then this poor puppet is going to melt and become putty in your hands

king of aftercare and will make sure that you’re physically and mentally sound even if you only got as far as a messy makeout session

doesn’t like pushing you and is very aware of your limits, which means that overstimulation and the like are very unlikely to pop up

though accidents do happen and there have certainly been moments where he’s gotten a tad overzealous and overstimulated you to the point of tears — but he was incredibly apologetic and made sure to take care of you properly after the fact

not really the sort to use specific names in bed (like master, for example) because he’s the sort to value intimacy over kink — the furthest he might go is carrying through pet names from outside of the bedroom (‘love’, ‘sweetheart’ or ‘darling’)

not into traditional marking but gets terribly flustered if he notices that you’ve left lipstick stains on his body

would be up for painting you nude — be that portraying your body on a canvas or using your body as a canvas — as a type of foreplay (though he wouldn’t know how to ask howdy for body safe paints)

a lot more sexually sensitive than he lets on — particularly in regards to his chest and his inner thighs (but this would only ever come up if you convince him to let you take care of him as a treat)

#sleepingdeath #playfellowxxx #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch #smut #smut hcs #welcome home x reader #welcome home smut #wally darling x reader #wally darling smut #gender neutral reader

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Classes Start !

“World Academy is like… suuuuper prestigious! Everyone who goes there is either at the top of their class, or they had the money to get in! Either way, you’re surrounded by brilliance no matter which hallway you turn down!”

Hiiiiiieeeee everyone!! Welcome to my newest AU! If you couldn’t tell, it’s a College AU! I’ve been struggling recently with making art, but yesterday something clicked and I started doodling tons and tons and this was the result! Safe to say, my art block is at bay for now!! I started doodling for this AU because I wanted to tweak my art style a bit and because I just wanted a universe where lighthearted, funny things might happen! And as I drew and drew, I started thinking up more lore, more character backstories, and just having a ball thinking of all the characters’ dynamics! So, welcome to World University!

(Character bios and info below!)

Feliciano is quite brilliant in his own unique way, as Lovino knows and as Ludwig will find out. Feliciano has the amazing ability to draw what he sees photorealistically, and his brain seems to be able to break down architecture to its finest detail. His paintings are breathtaking, his skills are unmatched, no wonder he earned a scholarship! Ludwig, who was so sure of who he was, starts to question everything after returning a blueprint the elusive Feliciano had dropped. Ludwig comes from a very prestigious family, a family of winners, a family of business. So of course, he is to follow in his father’s footsteps, just like his older brother is. But… What if he… doesn’t want to do that? What if he wanted to explore other ideas, other concepts, where nothing is concrete and everything is colorful? It’s scary… not being sure… But he is sure of one thing! Feliciano is quite beautiful.

It’s a hassle to deal with his brother though! Calloused and on guard, Lovino is always there to speak up on his younger sibling’s behalf, maybe a bit too much. Lovino just gets worried, as their family does not come from money. He doesn’t need some rich assholes picking on his brother like kids did in middle and high school! Working as a model, Lovino is starting to gain attention, which means more money to support him and his brother. And he is just fine with this. He never thought this would be his profession, but he can’t deny, it is a big confidence boost!

Arthur was never a fan of his parents. They pressured the hell out of his older brothers, and then they turned their sights on him. Their pressure was harder on him though, as it wasn’t just to do well, but to do well and be “ladylike.” Safe to say, as soon as Arthur escaped to college he completely abandoned what they had taught him, finally cutting his hair, finally dressing how he wanted, finally living how he wanted to live. And when they came to visit one year, and saw the changes he had made, they were furious. One thing led to another, and Arthur lashed out, declaring that he was dropping out of college to pursue what he wanted to pursue. And he soon learned that his parents had cut him off from their funds completely, leaving him stranded in the town.

Francis is idolized around the school, mostly by other fashion students. Many have confessed their crushes to him, only to be met with a chuckle and gentle rejection. No one understands him! In the years before, he hadn’t been so reserved, flirting freely with peers and what not. But something has changed, and sometimes, people have seen him at some grungy joint where the scene is way too sketchy and the music is way too loud. After Arthur got off stage, it was Francis’ cue to follow him. He heard something curious the other day, something he wanted to ask Arthur. So, meeting him out back, Arthur scolded him for sneaking up on him. And through a game of mental chess, Francis had learned that what he heard was true; Arthur had no safe place to sleep. He decided then and there, Arthur would be going back to his dorm, even if he had to sneak him and that obnoxious guitar case in.

Kiku could relate to being pressured. It was a hassle just for his family to let him choose illustration as his major. But once he was set, he was achieving what was expected of him, he excelled. That was, until two years in he got sick. See, Kiku has a very weak immune system, it had given him issues in his childhood, and now it seemed such conditions were back to haunt him. After taking a year off, he’s been struggling to get back to the top. His anxiety has risen, his focus seems to be dwindling. Arthur helps him study, and what a kind and noble thing to do. But some days, he just needs to let off steam and go to the arcade to set a new high score on one of the many rhythm games. What he was never expecting… was to be challenged by the human embodiment of the sun.

Ivan had lived a quite solitary life until now. Even when he started college, many did not seem interested in being his friend, maybe because of his intimidating stature, or his accidentally off color comments. But when he dances, he frees his mind from any troubles, completely absorbed in the music. One would never guess from his height and build how easily he can float through the air, and it’s quite exhilarating to watch! Well, according to Yao! The ever energetic Yao met Ivan in a class they shared, and for the first time in his life, Ivan had been approached with a beaming smile and sparkling eyes. Yao was innocently curious of Ivan’s diet and workout regiment, exclaiming how cool he looked unabashedly. This made Ivan’s face red! He had never been fussed over, his sisters didn’t count!

Alfred heard all about Ivan from Yao, becoming excited at the prospects of more friends! Alfred seemed like he was the polar opposite of Ivan in the friendship regards. Almost anyone at the university could easily find themselves talking to Alfred, he was just that personable! But Alfred didn’t have many close friends. He had his twin Matthew of course, and he had Yao and Ludwig, but that was it! No one really stuck around beyond small talk. Maybe that’s why he went out of the way to climb through a forming crowd in the arcade one day to see just who had all eyes on them? He wanted attention too, you know? To say he was surprised would be an understatement. The guy his eyes landed on playing the game was like expert level good! Being the cocky guy he is, he couldn’t help but offer a challenge, even if he was sure he’d lose. That guy was just too cool! He wanted to be closer!

Matthew has struggled in school in the past. It’s not that he doesn’t understand, it’s just that he could never get the words out to explain his understanding. Oral presentations were living hell, as was socializing and trying to fit in. But with his twin brother’s help, Matthew got through high school and made his way into college. The change of pace was rough at first, often resulting in meltdowns from not comprehending what he felt he should be comprehending. His grades were excellent, and his love for nature and the arctic were always very apparent… maybe even too apparent. See, that’s what he couldn’t comprehend still; he couldn’t socialize. Alfred talked to people so easily, but Matthew struggled greatly. He knew from a child he had selective mutism, but it seemed that even when he wanted to speak, he’d choke! His palms would get clammy, he’d start collapsing in on himself. And then the dreaded day came where he had to give an oral presentation… in college. If it weren’t for his white haired peer, he surely would have gotten a bad grade. But miraculously, with Gilbert, he started finding his voice.

Gilbert does not care what his parents expect from him. He doesn’t care what anyone expects from him, well, except for maybe one person… But either way, Gilbert is a completely free spirit, doing what he wants and making his own way! He’s a class clown, often cracking jokes at the expense of the professors, but when he heard that soft little giggle cut through the crowd, his interest was definitely piqued. He attempted to speak to Matthew after that, being met with a stumbling, awkward response, which was somehow even more endearing. Gilbert learned quickly through Ludwig, who was told by Alfred, of Matthew’s past, his struggles in socialization, and his lonely habits. How could anyone not love talking to him? He had a bear fact for every conversation! What is there not to like? Gilbert was quickly becoming attached.

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