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#dead by daylight#dbd fanart#feng min#dbd feng min#gabriel soma#dbd gabriel#excuse the heavy tagging i want people to see this because i'm very proud of it#outfits designed by me. i saw them in my mind and then drew them#their poses are very much ''posing for a magazine'' and ''posing for a family christmas card photo'' respectively and i think that's good#they are best friends. to me#ren art
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SECRET SANTA
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Pairing: Fashion designer!Hongjoong x fashion designer!fem reader
Word count: 3,170
Note: Since December is starting soon I thought it would be the perfect time to start posting Christmas imagines from 2021. Since this imagine originated on Wattpad, there will not be any continuations
You sat at your station, your half-finished sketch left abandoned and forgotten, your eyes following Hongjoong as he made his way through the massive room, collecting different fabrics for his next masterpiece. The outfit he wore was flawless, as usual—he was flawless. His choppy mullet was tousled perfectly, he wore a black bleach-stained shirt; the collar had been cut, making it hang lower, showing off his beautifully sculpted collarbones and that adorable mole at the base of his neck. On top of the shirt was a leather jacket paired with ripped black jeans and chunky boots.
A pair of hands slammed onto your desk as a body blocked your view. Glancing up, you saw your coworker, Minghao, with a Santa hat in hand.
"Move." You waved your hand in a shooing gesture. "You're blocking the view."
"You can stop staring at Hongjoong long enough to put your name in the hat."
"What?"
"Put your name in the hat. It's for secret Santa."
"I'm not into the whole secret Santa thing."
"Come on. You get three gifts, one on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, plus we're having a big party to end the week."
You gave an indifferent hum in response.
"Hongjoong signed up for it." Minghao mentioned in a sing-song voice.
"If I put my name in the stupid hat, will you let me continue staring at him?"
"Of course."
You quickly scribble your name down on a small piece of paper, dropping it into the hat.
"Thank you." Minghao grinned, sauntering away.
Once he left, Hongjoong had already returned to his station, which wasn't a problem because you had a perfect view of him.
You'd always admired Hongjoong for his killer style and out-of-the-box ideas. You admit, you've only spoken to him a handful of times, so you don't know him that well, but every conversation you've shared with him has been a good one.
Later that day, the names in the hat were shuffled around and every employee drew a slip of paper from the hat. You unfolded your paper seeing the name Taehyung scrawled on it. You were familiar with Taehyung and knew he would be pretty easy to buy for. In fact, you already had a few things in mind.
"Alright." Your boss clasped his hands together. "Now that everyone has drawn a name, I'll go over the rules. Gifts will be given Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We have a ₩60,000 (about $50) limit on each gift. You don't have to spend that amount, but try not to go over if you can. The presents will be collected under the Christmas tree over here and distributed to everyone at the end of the work day. Sound good?"
Everyone nodded in understanding.
"Okay, good. Secret Santa starts in two weeks, so you've got time to shop. Have fun."
A couple weeks passed and you had purchased three gifts for Taehyung and had them all wrapped neatly. You carried gift number one into work with you, placing it underneath the tree before heading over to your station. You stopped when you saw a gift sitting on your desk. You picked up the small box, examining it.
You wondered why the gift was on your desk and not underneath the tree and why your secret Santa would put it there. Glancing around, you decided to go ahead and open it.
You pulled the paper back, revealing a small black box with a sticky note on the top that read: To Y/n. Upon removing the lid, you saw a beautiful pair of earrings and a matching necklace. Your eyes widened as you ran your fingers over the flashy jewelry. There was no way what you held in your hand was worth just ₩60,000. You glanced around the room again to see if anyone was watching, but everyone seemed to be busy doing their own thing.
You couldn't think of anyone that would buy you such an extravagant gift, let alone leave it on your desk.
With no answers to your many questions, you decided to just get to work. You had a few sketches you worked on in the past weeks and had started making a blouse. You headed over to the fabric wall and began picking out the ones you needed. Once you had all the materials at your station, you got to work.
The day seemed to pass by fairly quickly and before you knew it, your boss was handing out secret Santa presents. Since you already opened yours, you watched for Taehyung to get his. Once the present was placed on his desk, he started unwrapping it. His mouth dropped open when he pulled out canvases and a paint set equipped with brushes, an easel, and even a palette for the paint.
You tried to hold back your smile as you watched him pull out the small note you typed up.
You then turned your attention to Hongjoong who had just finished unwrapping his gift. It was some sort of sweater, which didn't seem to be his style. Your face twisted in slight distaste as you saw it. If it were you, you would have gotten him a more edgier-looking sweater, or even a beret. You've seen him wear them before and would assume he'd enjoy receiving one as a gift.
Everyone got ready to leave for the day, you decided to walk up and talk to Hongjoong.
"Hey." You greeted.
"Hi, Y/n."
Your heart melted when he said your name. It sounded so beautiful and melodic when it came from him.
"Nice sweater." You told him.
"Thanks. It's..." He trailed off, giving you a wary glance.
"Don't worry. I'm not your secret Santa." You assured him.
"Ah." He seemed relieved. "Well, it's honestly not my style, but I'm sure I'll find a way to dress it up." He smiled.
"I'm sure you will. You're extremely talented."
He let out a tiny chuckle, glancing at the floor for a moment. "Thank you. So, what did your secret Santa get you?"
"Jewelry. Expensive-looking jewelry too. They also left it on my desk."
"Really?" He raised a brow. "What does the jewelry look like?"
"Here." You dug around in your bag, pulling out the tiny box and opening it.
"Wow." He marveled. "That's beautiful."
"It is. It's my style as well. Makes me curious about what else my secret Santa has in store."
"Well, let's hope they get you stuff you like."
"I'll be thankful no matter what I get." You smiled. "Anyway, I'm gonna head home. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah." Hongjoong smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."
When secret Santa day two rolled around, you placed your present for Taehyung underneath the tree and headed to your work station as per usual.
Sitting on your desk was a sizable box wrapped in metallic deep blue wrapping, a white bow on top. You placed your hand over your mouth, glancing around the workplace. You lifted the small tag on the box, reading the writing on it.
I don't like following rules.
- Your Secret Santa
You debated about wether you wanted to open it right away or just wait. After debating for a moment, you decided to hold off and be patient. However, you found it hard to concentrate as you worked on the blouse. Your eyes kept drifting over to the shiny gift sitting on your desk.
Whoever has been leaving presents at your workspace seems to be a risk-taker, as they're coming in and leaving the gift, chancing getting caught by someone. You could only assume they were arriving before everyone else and making sure no one saw them.
"Ooh." You heard someone say.
You placed your needle onto your desk, turning to see no other than Minghao.
"What?" You asked.
"That shiny gift on your desk." He pointed with a grin.
"It's from my secret Santa."
"Why didn't they put it under the tree?"
"Beats me." You shrugged.
"You're not opening it now?"
"No. I opened the first one as soon as I came into work Monday, but I'm holding back for this one."
"You sure?" Minghao asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm gonna be patient."
"Okay, then. Good luck with your blouse." He waved, returning to his own work station.
The end of the work day approached and it was time for secret Santa once again.
You watched as everyone's gifts were handed out, deciding to watch Taehyung open his again.
You knew how much Taehyung loved his dog, Yeontan, so today's gift was a matching top you made for him and his beloved pet. You used beautiful brown and beige printed fabric and made a button down shirt and a mini version for Yeontan. A bright and brilliant boxy smile spread across Taehyung's features as he saw his gift. You couldn't hold back your own bright smile as you saw his reaction. It made you feel like you'd done a pretty good job of choosing his gifts thus far.
After seeing Taehyung open his gift you went to open yours. Unlike Monday's gift, this one didn't have to be unwrapped. The box and lid itself were wrapped separately so all you had to do was remove the top. Upon removing the lid, you saw a pair of heels. They were black suede platforms with a block heel. There were two straps on them; one strap to go across the toes and one to buckle around the ankle. They were simple, but beautiful and seemed like they'd be easy to walk in, which was perfect for you.
You lifted one of the shoes from the box, examining it and checking the size.
"These are my size." You muttered to yourself.
Placing the shoe back into the box, you put the lid on it and began to gather your things.
You were going to say goodbye to Hongjoong, but he was already gone.
Secret Santa day three rolled around and you weren't sure what else to expect. Your secret Santa had gotten you a stunning set of jewelry and an adorable pair of heels. You weren't sure what would be next.
When you arrived at work, you weren't surprised to see yet another gift sitting on your desk. Today's gift was in a long, flat box and it was wrapped in beautiful glittery red paper with white snowflakes printed all over it. Since it was the last day of secret Santa you decided to wait again to open your gift.
Today proved to be more difficult than the others. You kept glancing over at the present waiting for the work day to end.
Hours passed and your patience paid off. Your boss emerged from his office with a warm smile on his face.
"Alright. As everyone knows today is the last day of secret Santa. I'll start handing gifts out shortly, but first I want to remind everyone of the Christmas party that we're having tonight. It starts at 7:00 and it'll take place at a wonderful venue down the street. They have a huge room that we've rented out for this party. I hope to see you all there."
Like all the other days, you watched Taehyung open his present before you opened yours. For his last gift, you got him a diamond painting kit of Van Gogh's Starry Night. It was a fun little thing he could do during his free time, plus you knew Taehyung loved Van Gogh. After watching his reaction, you turned your attention to your own secret Santa gift.
You pulled back the decorative wrapping revealing a clothing box. You discarded the wrapping paper and opened up the box. Inside was a stunning dress in your favorite color. On top of the formal clothing was a note that read:
Meet me outside under the gazebo at 8:00. Wear all your gifts, please.
- Your Secret Santa
You pressed your lips together, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to break out onto your features. You pulled the dress from the box, getting a better look at it. The garment was medium length, not too short but not long enough to drag the floor. It was a simple dress, but stunning nonetheless. You placed it back into its box and went to chat with Taehyung before he left. You wanted to tell him that you were his secret Santa.
"Taehyung." You called.
He looked up at you with a warm smile.
"Hi, Y/n."
"I just wanted to let you know that I was your secret Santa."
A look of surprise flashed across his face.
"Really? It was you?"
"Mhm." You nodded.
He pulled you into a tight hug. "Thank you. Everything was perfect, especially the matching shirts for me and Tannie."
"I'm really glad you liked it."
He pulled away and ruffled your hair slightly. "I'm gonna head home now. I'll see you at the party tonight."
"See ya." You waved, heading back to your station to pack up.
To your surprise, Hongjoong was standing by your work area waiting for you when you turned around.
"Hey, Y/n." He greeted you.
"Hi, Hongjoong."
"I was wondering if you wanted to walk out together."
"Oh, sure." You placed your bag onto your shoulder and walked out with him.
"Are you coming to the Christmas party tonight?" He asked.
"I am. Are you?"
"Yeah." He nodded. "I'm excited."
"Me too." You smiled, trying to hide your elation.
Hongjoong walked you to your car and bid you goodbye, saying that he would see you at the party.
You arrived at the venue just before 7:00. The building was decked out in bright Christmas lights, wreaths were hung on the windows giving the place a warm and festive feel. Upon entering the building you heard Christmas music being played, accompanied by the low murmur of partygoers chatting.
Your hair was styled perfectly and your makeup was done with a festive theme in mind. You also donned all of the gifts from your secret Santa. The dress, surprisingly, fit you perfectly, as did the shoes. Whoever got them for you knew exactly what they were doing.
You hadn't really considered who your secret Santa could be. You were just so giddy about your anonymous gift giver wanting to meet, you didn't really think about it.
You first stopped at the food and refreshments table to get yourself a glass of punch. You then made your way around the room greeting your coworkers and even danced with Taehyung for a bit. Before you knew it, it was 8:00. Your heart jumped when you glanced at the clock.
It was time to meet your secret Santa.
You made your way to one of the side doors and stepped outside. A concrete landing sat just outside the door, beyond that was a stone path that led to a gazebo. You could see someone standing there, but you were too far away to know who it was. Stepping across the stone path you moved closer to the gazebo, the quiet gasp leaving you when you saw who it was.
"Hongjoong?"
He turned around with a grin on his face.
You had to stop for a moment because he looks so handsome. His hair looked beautiful as always. His bangs were styled in a side part and pushed away from his face, showing off his perfect brows and sharp eyes. His outfit was pristine and high-end. He sported a very nice suit with a large, extravagant fur coat. It was typical Hongjoong attire.
"I'm glad I got your measurements right." He spoke, eyeing your dress.
"You made this?"
"I did."
"You're my secret Santa?"
"I am." He nodded with a shy smile.
You couldn't believe it. Out of all the people that could've been your secret Santa it was your crush.
"Everything you got me was so beautiful." You told him. "It was all perfect."
"I'm glad you liked it. I went a little over the price limit, but like I said, I don't like following rules." He smirked.
His hand extended to you, his rings glimmering under the fairly lights strung up. You took hold, allowing him to lead you all the way under the gazebo.
"This is... really romantic." You commented.
"Good."
His answer surprised you a bit.
He meant for it to be romantic?
"I'm sure you're wondering why I wanted you to wear the things I gifted you." He spoke up.
"Sort of."
"I began planning this the day our boss made the announcement for secret Santa. The jewelry, the shoes, the dress, and meeting up with you right here tonight."
"Why would you plan something so wonderful like this for me?"
"Because I like you, Y/n."
"I'm sorry? Did I hear you correctly?" You asked in disbelief.
"You did." He chuckled. "I've liked you for so long, but I wasn't sure you felt the same. That is until I caught you staring at me from across the room... more than once."
You face dropped, your cheeks becoming hot.
"You have?"
"Yes, and I find it adorable. I find you adorable." He emphasized.
"You do?"
He nodded.
All you could do was stare in disbelief, unable to comprehend what in the world was happening.
Hongjoong's sparkly eyes darted down to your lips before he started leaning in, causing your breathing to quicken. His lips came to a stop just centimeters from yours.
"Look up." He whispered, his minty breath fanning against your cheeks.
You did as he said and glanced above you to see a mistletoe hanging from the wooden beams of the gazebo.
"Oh." Was all you could say as you turned your gaze back to Hongjoong.
He wasted no time closing the gap between your mouths, pressing his lips against yours firmly. His hands found their way to your waist running up and down your sides before his arms slid their way around you, tugging you closer to him. Your hands trailed up to his hair, your fingers playing with the long strands of his mullet, carding your fingers through it.
A hum of satisfaction from Hongjoong vibrated against your lips as his head tilted to the side, deepening the kiss.
It was a little cold outside, but with the steamy kiss you were sharing with Hongjoong, you weren't able to feel the frigid chill in the air. In fact, your whole body was getting warmer by the second.
After parting ways Hongjoong let out a chuckle. "That was so worth it."
"What?" You giggled.
"Hanging up that mistletoe." He answered. "It took me forever to get it up there, but all that hard work paid off."
"Yes it did." You agreed.
He looked at you with a fond expression, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face.
"Merry Christmas, Y/n."
"Merry Christmas, Hongjoong."
"Should we go back inside and join the party? Sounds like they're playing some good music."
"Let's do it."
Seonghwa ❄︎ Yunho ❄︎ Yeosang ❄︎ San ❄︎ Mingi ❄︎ Wooyoung ❄︎ Jongho
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I'm absolutely in love with your characters and how you draw them! Your dedication is just soooo 🥹🥹🥹 I saw you had other OCs too except the 3 you always show here and I just love how they all have the signature flower with two antennas that's just so adorable! Please keep drawing I love you and your blog so much!!
🍊 anon
🍊 anon?? Do you perhaps know that I love Rin Len or something?? TTOTT)
jk jk, thank you for your interest 🍊 Anon I know which post you're talking about, but I can't find it now. Uhhhh so yeah I never thought I was an OC artist so I can't give you more details, I do have, but they all just stay in my mind ahaha....
But, one thing for sure, is that I'm a design artist, so I often give my children new clothes! Absolutely not because I never remember their original outfits or anything hahaha-
This is something I drew 4 years ago, so no DOL PCs yet, but this is pretty much every other OCs I have created! I "shrank" them and their age to make a family photo, so these are not their original forms.
Feel free to ask me questions if you're interested in any of them!
#Oh oh oh I should make a tag for other OCs#this is exciting tumblr has brought out a side I never thought I had: OC artist!#Dollya children#dollya ask#dollya art#non dol posting
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it's that time during my yearly mha obsession that I attempt to redesign the girls.
Uraraka's isn't horrible, I just think the astronaut theme could've been executed better. And the more I look at the heel boots the more they weird me out. Plus, her belt plus pink strip gives underwear vibes.
Loose pants, chonky space boots. That's all I wanted. This is like a first suit versus updated suit thing.
Momo's is the fucking worst of course. The cape she gets later on is the only good part of her suit. I'd be find with her having heels, but not three inches or whatever's going on here. Two max for being out in the field.
I meant to give her a bit more heel but forgot. Anyway, her thighs, stomach, and back are exposed since they're bigger areas of fat and parts of her arms are also exposed since I kind of imagine her pulling out stuff by reaching over as it's created. Again, a first suit next to a later update one. I gave her a mask later...I guess cause Midnight has one, idk.
The more I look at Mina's the less I dislike it. It's not bad, but once I saw that in the manga her pattern was meant to resemble poisonous frogs I got a bit disappointed in the first one again. Plus, for a hero named Pinky there's a lack of pink in her suit. I know SHE'S pink, but if you're gonna make it your name then put it in the suit!
I'm not super happy with either of these, but I think I got my point across with the first one. Pink and poison pattern! The one on the right was just a fun experiment, maybe one of her dance outfits or something i dunno.
This isn't a redesign edit this is me trying to figure out how I want my fanfic quirkless midoriya to look. His hero suit is honestly really good and I couldn't think of what I wanted to change, so I just adjusted the mask to more clearly have a smile and gave him a knife. The second has Hatsume Mei's grappling gear so that he can sort of Spider-Man around, metal on his shoes for kicking, and a bit of jetpack power on his shoes so that he can cushion his landings, give his jumps a boost, and maybe move around similar to Gran Torino. I'm not sure if I'll keep the clunky hip grapples since he has them on his wrists, but I drew it just in case.
also I just drew ON TOP of their official designs since they're just meant to be quick idea sketches, so I'm not going to claim this as completely original art, but these are my edits so just keep that in mind.
#mha#mha redesign#mina ashido#ochako uraraka#momo yaoyorozu#izuku midoriya#my hero academia#mha fanart#quirkless midoriya izuku
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Polaroids
TW: Smut. Language.
SUMMARY: Your latest photoshoot makes you prove to your boyfriend that you are all he needs…
WORD COUNT: 1600
*Requested*
Polaroids
You lived your life for the camera whether you liked it or not. If not for your occupation as a model, than for the fact you were his girlfriend, paparazzi following you like gnats whenever you’d journey out anywhere. And by now, you had become accustomed to it, but Drew had not…
“Just a few more and we’ll do an outfit change.” Your aunt explained behind her expensive lens, another ‘perk’ of the job having her as your lead photographer, as Drew watched from the side in awe. You knew exactly how to pose your body for the aesthetic that they were in search of. Whether it was a catalog model or a runway show, you would excel in all you did-just as Drew did with his own job. It was one of the reasons you two were so inseparable, the same ambitious drive.
“I’m just going to adjust you here…” A secondary photographer began to direct you, touching you in a way that was uncommon by everyday standards, but somewhat usual in order to get the right picture. But Drew wasn’t having any of it-not for a second. From the second someone’s hands-who weren't his, were on you, his jaw was clenched and his eyes were narrowed. It was something your Aunt saw, and so she moved over towards him.
“Doesn’t she look stunning?”
“As always.” He responded back, the comment making your heart flutter before you were adjusted again. Only this time in a way that was a bit more forceful, making Drew speak on your behalf as he knew you wanted to keep things professional. Not wishing to cause an awkward work session, your Aunt would address her assistant away just as Drew would nudge him as he passed as if to do this as some sort of warning.
By the time the next photographer came in, you had switched outfits to one that made his eyes widen and to mumble something lustful that Drew only caught the tail end of. But the simple utterance of ‘get to fuck these models, I love my job’ was enough to have him tightening his fists until his knuckles flashed white.
“Jesus Christ…” Your aunt uttered before Drew moved behind the camera.
“Do you mind?” He offered as she threw her hands up in surrender, mostly out of humor due to how much she loved you and Drew, before he began to angle his camera and direct you as if he’d been doing this your entire career.
“So fucking beautiful-” He quickly flashed a look of apology to yoru aunt, “Sorry…” But she would only smile, his blush fading as he’d look back at you and bite his bottom lip in focus.
“Over your shoulder, baby…” And you would offer this, giving him the perfect canvas for his snapshot, the camera capturing you in perfection.
“Make love to the camera, sweetheart.” He teased as you rolled your eyes before he shot a wicked glance of victory to the other gluttonous photographers.
“MY camera.” This double meaning was not lost on anyone as you obeyed, the smile widening once noticing how protective he was of you. And this would continue through the duration of your session. Designer clothes adorning your frame and your adorning boyfriend all too eager to photograph you in them. By the time you had finished and gotten all of the photos, the day had begun to wear on you both.
“I know it’s just a cross I have to bear for my girlfriend being so beautiful, but dammit, babe, can you tone it down a bit?”
“What?” You chuckled.
“Everybody wants you and it’s tiring always fighting ‘em all off…” You smirked.
“Maybe you should pick a girl with a different profession than…people are gonna look at me, Drew…” His eyes luxuriated in your figure as he nodded.
“Maybe you’re right…someone less-” Before he could speak, you pushed playfully against his shoulder as he was quick to take your waist between his hands.
“Are you really that jealous?” He shrugged, a look of sadness coming across his expression before he lifted those puppy dog eyes slowly up to you as the most sinful of ideas suddenly ran across your mind.
“Come with me…okay?” He nodded as you led him into the bedroom, tearing through the closet, before pulling out an old Poalroid camera that had been part of his collection since you’d known him.
“Four left…better make ‘em count…” You explained as you pulled your jacket from your shoulders, revealing only the bra beneath as you would then tease the straps.
“What are you up to?”
“Proving to you that even if I’m on billboards or magazines…they only get to see so much…” You moved closer to him, teasing his lips, but leaving before committing. “But YOU get to have me completely…exposed…” To this, you pulled down the straps and stood bare before him, stepping out of your panties as his eyes took in your figure completely.
“God…”
“How do you want me?” To this he moved behind you, hands sliding up your body, teasing your thighs and brushign over your sex, before brushing your hair away from your shoulder and applying a soft line drawn of his bottom lip. Once this was set, he pulled you to him with a soft kiss to your lips, quickly turning passionate, before withdrawing and leaving you breathless.
“On the bed. All fours. Look back at me.” You nodded, obeying him perfectly before he left a thick red welt in the shape of his hand on your cheek, a gasp having sounded at the same moment the picture was taken. Flicking it between his pinch to make it develop, he would groan at the sight of his hand having left that imprint, now on camera.
“Three…hmm..” He attempted to think of what he wanted next before you suddenly took hold of the camera.
“Hey-”
“Shirt off. It’s only fair.” He scoffed before ultimately agreeing as you drew sharp lines with your nails as he winced. Once the red lines had formed, you would take a photograph of his smirk just within frame, before he took it again, but only to push it out of the way as he wrapped you around him.
“God, you’re so perfect…” You smirked and shrugged as he kissed into your neck.
“I know.” You teased before he shook his head, his eyes fixating onto you for a moment before hiking you up against him.
“I’ve wanted to do this all fucking day, baby…”
“Then do it…show me…” You challenged as he was quick to root up into you, his motions certainly validating his words as he would bring you to your cusp rather quickly, followed by his own, only to stop just prior to that release.
“Why did you-”
“Beg for it…I wanna know I’m the only one who gets to hear that…”
“Please Drew…Please make me come-”
“Good girl…” He bit his bottom lip before continuing his motions, sweeping you onto your back and flipping your legs together as you were kept mainly on your side, his hand keeping a grip to your shoulder so he was able to see your breasts and their glory.
“You gonna come for me? Hmm?”
“Yes…” You groaned, the pleasure too close to deny as he nodded.
“Good…Good girl…And you’re gonna take me too, right? Take care of me like you always do?”
“DREW!” You gasped as his fingers came to your clit, rubbing those finalizing circles to bring you to that edge as you would nod to him.
“Oh fuck…” He bowed his head, clenching his jaw, before you received those absolute thrusts of pleasure that allowed you that release you’d been in need of. And yet, he wasn’t done. Instead, he took hold of the camera and parted your legs, taking a photograph of how he looked seeping out of you.
“Just for me…” You moaned at just how sexy that had been, his eyes still heavy with lust and chest continuing to rise and fall in the need to return to a steady breath, all while you would then move to the edge of the bed.
“I want you to take this one for me…okay?”
“Anything, baby…”
You licked your lips, moving onto your knees and taking him into your mouth, sucking both of your releases off in unison.
“And I want you to know,” You spoke between thrusts allowed to the back of your throat, continuing until your point would be made, “That YOU get me like this. Only you, Drew…And you have no reason….to question that…ever…”
“I’m gonna come again-I swear to God, FUCK!” You nodded.
“I want you to take the picture when you do…A line of spit connecting us…as I’m looking up at you like you love…”
“Baby-”
“Give it to me…mmm hmm…mmm…” You moaned against him, driving him to that second release as he prepared the camera following his trembling.
“So beautiful…” He groaned as the picture was taken before you’d take him into your mouth one last time to consume him completely as he flexed against you.
“So now anytime you wonder…you have proof…” You spoke, still breathless, as he wrapped his hand through your hair and pulled you back so he could tower over you, his lips tracing yours as you spoke, “That it’s all for you.” He nodded.
“I think I’ll forever be obsessed with those…” He explained while looking at the pictures, “Looks like we need to get more film…”
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impulsively made designs for the voices! they're kind of more like concepts so they're likely to change if I get better ideas for them. I didn't want to make them too complex and give them pinterest outfits lol (I might do that another time though). notes for each voice under the cut!
Hero: I was kind of inspired when a friend said they'd picture that Hero would have similar armor to Artorias from Dark Souls, partially the reason I started drawing the voices
Contrarian: the first thought was to make him a jester, but I thought that's what people would usually imagine him as. so I gave him something more modern to stand apart from the rest of the voices where they're all medieval-ish. also the only voice with a completely round head and the only one without a lower eyelid. he looks silly too so bonus points for that. Contrarian can open his other eye, the diamond on his face is like a tattoo of sorts lol. The X on his chest is a reference to the Razor when he skewers himself (or ourself but same difference)
Stubborn: the first one I actually tried to design. I had the idea of giving a sharper, more prominent chin to the voices who seem more likely to resort to violence. the only idea I had for him was his arms so I had to google and this is the best I could come up with
Hunted: my first roadblock. I was clueless and even considered leaving him as just the base form, but a friend suggested giving him a bandana on his neck, so I did that. a little later I decided to make him fluffy instead of giving him clothes and it took a bit to figure out how to do that
Cold: I found an outfit while I was looking for ideas for Stubborn and I thought it was perfect for Cold. my original idea was just a scarf, but I really liked what I found. don't mind the bad posing by the way lmao, I had an idea for a separate art piece but executed that very poorly so now it's part of the design drawings
Smitten: I got some inspiration from Reverse 1999 for this one actually, but the idea was a little too similar to Hero so I mixed that in with something a bard might wear and gave him a funny feathery hat
Paranoid: I drew him before this post and nothing changed from there. the eye on his hood is one sided and there's nothing else underneath. I don't know how to fit all the details in a pose that would make sense so I'll make another post later lol
Broken: in the Tower route pledging yourself kind of was like becoming a priest for her or something so I gave him the first thing I saw on pinterest when I was looking for priest like clothes. there's a shard of glass connecting the cloak together. he also has stab wounds on his torso from the Tower route
Skeptic: so the last three I struggled to think of designs for so much. he has a scar on his neck from just before the Drowned Grey route where giving him the knife would get him to slit the player's throat. the outfit was inspired by something I found on pinterest and thought the chain going across could somewhat be like the chain going around the player's neck
Cheated: this took the longest to figure out and I gave up on thinking of something. I just gave him whatever outfit I could find on pinterest I thought that would fit him lmao. the only thing I managed to think of was putting bandages around his wrist. he has a scar under the bandages from the Razor
Opportunist: I don't know what I was thinking when I designed him or his clothes. I think he just kind of gave me merchant vibes so I tried going for that and gave him a silly hat. he's definitely not hiding a blade behind his back. the coin was just an extra thing I thought of adding. I ran out of paper space on the page and didn't want to put Opportunist on a different page all by himself so he's the only one without a full body drawing, but it wouldn't make much of a difference if it was a full body
#slay the princess#voice of the hero#voice of the contrarian#voice of the stubborn#voice of the hunted#voice of the smitten#voice of the cold#voice of the paranoid#voice of the broken#voice of the skeptic#voice of the cheated#voice of the opportunist#this took way too long#it's 5am I need to sleep now lmao#scopophobia for paranoid maybe#ignore the lighting#and the fact I drew hero with longer arms than intended
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So I know fankids aren't usually your thing. But I made a Saiibo one a bit ago and wanted to share them with you.
https://touhou.se/18730750.shion-saihara
Hope you like them!
LOOK, FAN KIDS MAY NOT BE MY THING (like I’ll never personally make my own designs n such) BUT GODDDD I LOVE SEEING OTHERS DESIGNS FOR THEM SO MUCH!! ESPECIALLY WITH SAIIBO.
bc saiibo is a relationship between a robot and a human there are SOO many different ideas for how they have or raise their own kid, from biological, if kiibo is headcanoned as human postgame and one of them is headcanoned to be trans, to kiibo still being a robot and so him and shuichi adopt or even MAKE their kid (literally, their kid being a robot) ITS SOOO INTERESTIGN TO SEE . and parental/domestic content w them makes me soooo AHHHGHHH
hope you don’t mind if I drew shion, fell in love with their design instantly AUGHH the moment I saw this in my ask box I knew what I NEEDED TO DO their outfit, the light blues on their armor, THE LITTLE STAR ON THEIR CANE….. so sooo wonderful, was a fun challenge stylizing them too!!
oh and ofc we can’t mention saiibo fan kids without the one and only yuuto saihara, @saiiboyaoi s fankid!! ceo of parental saiibo me thinks (this gave me an excuse to draw yuuto again I Had to take it)
ANYWAYS thank you for showing me shion zee, they are WONDERUL
#saiibo#saiibo fankid#danganronpa v3#danganronpa#drv3#k1 b0#keebo#kiibo#shuichi saihara#danganronpa kiibo#danganronpa shuichi#shuichi x kiibo#kiibo x shuichi#saiibo fan kid#danganronpa v3 killing harmony
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Infinity Paradox redesign! Below is the first time I drew them! (Also don’t mind the background I was just having fun. I’ve been watching the Appetite of a People-Pleaser music video and it shows)
Infinity Paradox (Dee) Updated lore and slight redesign. (Keep in mind that they still have their original outfit I just wanted to draw them in something new I guess.) looking back I changed their lore every other week, so this is the official lore unless I say otherwise.
Pronouns: They/Them
Age: Like….11 in human terms. (I make a ton of characters younger than me, but definitely not because I’m scared of growing up and miss my childhood, or anything like that!!!)
Race/Species: Half Human, half demon, and Wasian. (Like me! I mean, not the demon part. Probably.)
Abilities: Future reading, can make unstable portals. Also they CAN create fire, but unlike most demons, it burns them, because of their human blood.
Likes: Toast, snails, mathematics, weirdcore, graphic novels, stars, vocaloid, and crimes.
Dislikes: Bill Cipher, liars, manipulation, parent figures, fire, the end of the world, small spaces, and themself.
Personality: more complex then most of my ocs, because I used my own personality as a base for theirs, and then worked off of that, resulting in a character that isn’t that much like me, but has a lot of different sides. They have experienced extreme trauma, but deal with it by making jokes/taking revenge. They are happy and cheerful, but some times just completely shut down and can’t talk to anyone. Not great at reading people, tends to say random things. Scared of everything but doesn’t show it, keeps it bottled up and then just breaks down every once in a while. Naturally chaotic but doesn’t want to hurt anyone. They have a sadistic side.
Birthday: August 5
Zodiac sign: Leo
Chinese Zodiac sign: Year of the Dragon
Tarot Card: Probably closest to The Fool, but maybe could also be The Tower or The Hermit.
Design notes: I made a few changes, like giving them a extra streak of white hair, and making the infinity symbol a hair clip instead of glasses. This is because I always forget to draw it as glasses. They have bandages because they are clumsy as fuck and trip all the time. They got their scythe that one time when they fought death. (And won). Their eyes are naturally black but turn white then having a prophecy. One of their eyes is grey because of this, and they eventually lose sight in that eye altogether.
Backstory: Dee’s mother was a demon, named Sorites, and their father was a human, whose identity is unknown, as he left the family before Dee was born. Dee had an older sister named Abilene Paradox, who has a personality that is completely opposite to theirs. Abilene is a lot older, and left the left the family to live on her own. Sorites’s loved Dee very much, but never understood them. Dee was a strange child, and didn’t speak until they turned five. That was when they had their first prophecy. When they have prophecies, their eyes turn fully white. After their first prophecy they wouldn’t stop talking, but always said the strangest things. Sorites hid their powers to keep them from being taken away,
Around this time, Sorites completely snapped, and had to be brought to rehab. Dee went to live with their closest relatives, the Ciphers. The Cipher’s were a family of lowly triangles, with many talented children. When the Cipher’s discovered that they had seer abilities, they saw a good financial opportunity, and basically sold them to the Oracle as an apprentice.
Their job was to have prophecies and record every moment in time. The Oracle lives in the In Between (From the owl house) so Dee recorded every moment from the boxes in the water. In doing so, they noticed a strange pattern: aimless violence and killing, hurting of others for no apparent reason. The thoughts of cruelty plagued them.
But overall, Dee was happier under the Oracle’s care, and saw her as a mother figure. However, The Oracle is not a being of emotion, and only does things for the greater good of the universe. One day, the Oracle foresaw that Bill would destroy Dee’s home dimension, and that he would have to, in order for the Pines to kill him later on. The Oracle knew that this had to happen, and that Dee would try to stop him, so The Oracle ordered them to stop looking into the future for ‘mental health reasons’ (a seer can go insane by looking to far into the future. More on that later.)
But Dee still sensed that something was going on, so they decided to check on their home dimension, and found it in flames. They rushed over to try to find their family in the fire, and The Oracle caught them by the door to the dimension. The Oracle pleaded with them to stop, to go back to the temple, but in their anger and betrayal, Dee struck out with their scythe, and injured The Oracle, a crime above all others. Dee then ran through the door, and searched helplessly for their mother, only to find her corpse, chard and broken from the fire. Their sister also died in this fire, but that was only like a temporary thing.
Suddenly, they realized that they were trapped, with walls of fire surrounding them. The fire burned away at their flesh, until they were saved at the last minute by the absolute worst demon. Bill saved/captured them, in order to use their seeing abilities. I actually wrote a short fic about this part of their life, since this post is long enough already, I’ll just summarize it:
Infinity: okay, so you basically killed my entire family, destroyed my home, and probably traumatized me for life. Are you going to apologize and make amends?
Bill: lol NOPE. Since you have seeing abilities you get to be chained to a chair and plugged into a machine for the rest of your life, a machine which will purge out all of your prophecies and destroy your mind in the process. Also I will be there every day, hiding my own trauma by taking it out on you, by reminding you how it was all your fault that your family died. You, a literal eight year old. All your fault. Also I’m going to dissect and experiment on you. Lmaooooooo.
Bill: There’s no way this could ironically backfire. Like, say, them escaping and plotting revenge on me.*
*They escaped and plotted revenge on Bill.
Dee escaped to the human realm, and was drawn to a town called Gravity falls. Never heard of that one, I’m sure. They were pretty paranoid about looking into the future, and were basically a train wreak after losing their family. Around this time, they befriended Stanford Pines, a newly graduated collage student studying the anomalies of Gravity Falls. By ‘befriended’ I mean more like, they broke into Ford’s house to steal his food and Ford allowed them to stay because they were an interesting specimen. I wouldn’t say that their relationship was a ‘father and child’ one, more like a ‘Twenty year old who sees annoying demon as a experiment and doesn’t care as much about their well-being because at the time his ego was supper big’. Fiddleford was the one who actually took care of Dee most, because they realized that they were homeless. This argument worked for a while, until Bill realized where Dee was and possessed Ford and made him try to kill them. Dee escaped but the Mystery shack was no longer safe for them.
Okay wow this was a lot of lore. I’ll type out the rest of the story later, but let’s just say that they got a job from a very mysterious collector.
Also to summarize:
They basically went from a silly little guy to a silly little guy with ungodly amounts of trauma and trust issues.
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(Please ask questions or make fanart! I love that stuff!)
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do you have any tips on making fandragons? yours are really good in a way i cant quite quantify
oh why thank you! I love my dumb fandergs so much kldjkldd
I'm not sure if I have tips per se, but I can explain how my thought process works when I do make fandergs so maybe that can be helpful 👀
when it comes to making them, the way I do it is first deciding what breed to make em. I consider what details I want to bring out of the fandom character so for example, I made my Johnny Bravo dragon a pearlcatcher cuz I wanted the dragon to have hair but not so much like a tundra. I also had an outfit in mind (to match Johnny's t shirt and jeans) so that ruled out ancients since you can't dress em and I didn't feel like making a skin lol.
and behold: a man™. when I drew him, I thought it'd be funny to actually match the style of the show so he's all angular and disproportionate. I only included features that I wanted from the pearlcatcher like the horn, ears, and tail and tbh he looks like a rhino lol but I decided stuff like the hair tufts on the face and limbs was too much for my taste.
same thing went for my Samurai Jack dragon. however, this guy's actual dragon sprite is a lot more complex just cuz I felt like making him fancy and giving him armor.
but when I drew him, he's just very much like Jack in the show, including the style. and I'm not saying fandergs have to match the style of whatever, I just think it's a fun nod. you can also notice here I didn't draw the smoke gene on him. that's just a personal decision I wanted to keep only on the sprite, in reference to Japanese ink paintings.
my design philosophy in general is "how would x person look like if they were a dragon." but if it's like an animal/creature fanderg (like for example my bazelgeuse derg from monster hunter) then I just kinda combine both elements together.
so for Tasha here, laced and edged look like chonky scales which for me was close enough to the egg-like scales of bazel and I got a skin for the fire theming. no clothes cuz I didn't wanna cover up the skin so sometimes I don't even dress em up if I prefer seeing their bodies.
when I drew her, you can see the combined bits of both the monster and wildclaw - bazel's wings, the chonk claws, egg scales, facial features - wc tail feathers, the multigaze, feather hair. there's a lot of "use your imagination" in my designs so like, I don't usually take things at immediate face value. so some people might see laced/edged as just flat scales or maybe even feathers but my brain went oh those are fat fuck egg bombs kjldfkldkl.
sometimes my fandergs are just inspired from colors like Baja who's a taco bell fan dragon lol. I saw this hat and was like yeah I can do something with that. another example of a derg I didn't really dress cuz I wanna see the baja blast™ capsule. Baja would prolly be one of the more thematically standard flight rising dergs of my fandom ones cuz she's just a spiral without anything fancy pancy going on like the previous ones.
and sometimes it's just fun to make things kinda funky. for my Jacket fanderg, I was like, what if the chicken mask was literally a part of him and badabing it worked out really well with scales. his other colors are like red and white cuz I wanted a sort of basic bitch rooster color scheme. most of the fandom bits come from the skin I made him so he's a bit more involved on the artsy side of things. the art of him afterwards became a literal interpretation of the sprite.
I have a lot more fandergs of course but that's more or less my thought process on designing them! I don't usually have any sort of standard for designs, it really ends up being how much I feel like putting in and how much do I directly want to interpret from a fandom source. sometimes it's very literal and other times it's like a lil nod or so. tbh, you can really make a fanderg out of anything since what you wanna see is entirely up to you. I personally think it's pretty fun to see how close I can get with just what the site has to offer.
I have two more fandergs I'm actually working on rn and am very excited to share when I get to it hohohehe
#I'm so deep in fandom stuff rn it's insane#no one look at me I'm having a moment#fandergs#blood#multigaze#multiple eyes
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Like bitter coffee
Ianthe Tridentarius x f!reader 🌿
•MDI• college AU • 5.5 k words
song attached for a pleasant reading experience
part 1/? [ I had to split it because it was getting too long but I still hope you enjoy reading it ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ ] not proof read
you can always comment and let me know if you want me to write more ♡
Ianthe, to put it simply, was a fucking pain in the ass. It wasn’t about the things she did, no that would have been Naberius, it was about the things she didn’t do.
She refused to cooperate, she ignored everyone and was a self absorbed and entitled person. A stark contrast to her sister who you found more pleasant to be around.
To be honest everything you knew about these two had been against your will. you had Gideons loud mouth to thank for that.
you slumped further in the plush sofas of the university's library as you went through your notes. Your collection was complete, colors and fabrics picked and you had a general outline of what you wanted your main outfit to look like for the fashion show.
the only problem was you were unsure if you felt comfortable enough to be the model for the runaway or if you would have to ask for a leaflet and check what agencies your school worked with to pick a model from them.
“I could always volunteer” offered Gideon, ever so helpful and willing to do what she could for her friends. Harrow, frowned “How about you focus on your own upcoming exams griddle ? I swear to God, how did you fail 4 out of…5 subjects” she said in disgust and disbelief. Her eyes were glued on her computer screen scrolling down Gideons card to see how she performed on every exam to figure out what her girlfriend would need a tutor for
“Thanks but I’ll be alright” you said, your answer flat and not as soft as you’d hoped it would come off
“Besides, if you become my model you'll have to constantly be at the atelier so that I can sew the clothes down to your exact measurements and it would take too much time out of your day ”
you mumbled more to yourself than to them.
“Just saying if you need help, we’re always here”
“Who's we?” hissed harrow.
“Maybe corona?” you tried thinking of the twin with the rich curls and curves. She was tall, confident and would look good on the runway . but she was on her last year and if Gideon was busy, than Corona would definitely not have time for charity
“fuck this is insane” you groaned and slumped even further into the couch rubbing your palms against your face. You knew who would be willing to help. You refused to say the name in your head.
but for some Godforsaken reason that woman had taken an interest in you and seem to always have time to catch up and talk to you. A convenient inconvenience
“Which leaves”
“no” Gideon and harrow said in unison, as if reading your mind
“Listen I don’t want to ask Ianthe either but-“
“ask me what?” you heard a very familiar cocky voice approaching
You turned your head and saw Ianthe taking her seat on the armrest of your sofa, your eyes on the length of her tight, dark brown pants.
You hated how perfectly built she was.
“my eyes….” she drew out the reply,tasting it and finished with an equally rich tone “are up here doll” your head snapped to glare at her. She wore the proudest smirk.she was probably aware that you were admiring her.
“So what was that about me?” she asked again and you got up abruptly closing your sketchbook and shoving it in your backpack
“I was talking shit about you is all” you barked and left the library graceless and defeated.
•••
you looked up once again in hopes that some God would have taken pity on you and that a bus would appear soon but the screen was blank. 20 minutes. but 20 minutes in the cold winter seemed like an eternity. you tried pushing your fisted hands deeper in your pockets chasing the warmth and dug your nose in your knitted scarf
the campus bus stop was across the parking lot and that, was a cruel joke by the architects who designed the building. You saw one car leaving after the other and you hated all the rich kids who could come and go at any point of the day in the comfort and warmth of their vehicles
To be fair, Harrow and Gideon did offer to drive you back but that would mean you losing two hours of worktime at the workshop and you didn’t have the luxury of that.
so now, you stood at the bus stop waiting for the damn bus to do its job and arrive. It didnt
what did though was a white Bentley Convertible and stopped in front of you rolling down the windows. You would have recognised whose car that was without seeing the driver. The tridentarii twins had, the most expensive cars since they did come from old money.
“want me to drive you back?”
“im good”
“buses are on strike today. so were you planning on walking?” Ianthe teased and finally turned her head to look at you.
sometimes, her attitude made it feel like she was doing you a favor by acknowledging your existence
she had one hand was on the leather steering wheel and the oher rested comfortably on the head of the passenger seat
why does someone so evil have to look this hot
“on strike? of course they are” You whispered and then realised why Gideon and Harrow insisted on driving you back
“Will you continue mopping and looking miserable out in the cold or will you let me drive you after all?”
she asked and with a huff, you let your pride fall to the ground and walking all over it opened the door of the car and took a seat. Ianthe, didnt take her arm which now was inderictly around you and you hated how much it affected you
“what were you really talking about today?”
“You are so self absorbed”
“Its you all who can't seem to keep my name out of your mouths though” you rested your head against the cold glass of the polished windows and looked at the streetlights slowly turning into a blur as the car started speeding up and going on the main road. Ianthes scent offered an unexpected comfort that you seemed to chase after as you slumped in the seat
“I need a model for the runway” you said half murmuring half speaking loud. The abrupt change of the outside cold to the warmth of her car had your eyelids heavy. You really just wanted to go home and sleep
“I think my sister would be perfect for the job, though she is very busy”
In the haze of your sleepiness you found yourself surprisingly honest
“I prefer you. I find your presence captivating”
she didn’t say anything. not a thank you or an offer for the role. Or maybe you didn't hear it as you drifted off to sleep.
••••
The next few days you grew painfully aware of Ianthes existence next to you. You weren’t sure if she had always kept such a close distance and you just started to notice or if she just now started tailing you everywhere
She would find you outside the bus stop by “coincidence” and offer to get you a coffee cause
“you look rough” and that led to her treating you to coffee twice now.
She started driving you back home every other day, and then every day
“I can pick you up too, you know. We have a lot of classes in the morning and out schedules match”
that you had to decline. that would be too much Ianthe. and yet it wasn’t enough.
You were frustrated. She never lingered long enough to talk, the drives were fast and quiet save for the occasional music that shed play through the speakers and every time you stumbled upon each other in campus she wouldnt give more than a playful wink and would go on to whatever the fuck she was going.
After two weeks you decided to make a move. You were at the parking lot holding two coffees leaning against Gideons parked jeep and waited for the familiar white Bentley.
you saw it park, smooth and fast and you were horrified to find out how turned on you got by her excellent driving skills
It probably was because Ianthe didn’t seem like the type to drive like well…like that.
She walked out grabbing her bag and glanced up doing a double take once she realized you were there
“Good morning darling” she said full of honey and sweetness that was borderline venomous. Something was different about her today. Something that made you unable to look away from her face. She looked brighter..hotter.
“Got you coffee” You rushed the answer and extended your arm to give her the other paper cup. She smiled, carefully and gently and went to get the coffee and opened the cap taking her time inhaling the fresh scent of the hot beverage
“Holy shit. You put on red lipstick” you mindlessly said, finally able to pinpoint what brought out her features. The warm tone of the bright color tied all of her pale features together and gave a new found elegance you thought you could find in old renaissance paintings alone.
she averted her gaze and fiddled with the paint on her nails focused on then “That I did” she answered faking an uninterested tone but you could tell she was nervous.
“It really suits you” you tried complimenting, words escaping your lips before your brain could filter the consequences. She coyly fixed her hair, pulling a loose strand of hair behind her ear with her finger tips.
“You should see it on my sister. She can really pull off bold makeup looks and all that other stuff” she trailed on and you stopped her
“You always say that when someone compliments you” she finally met your eyes and cocked a brow, seeming finally interested. something was there. Something you couldn’t quite u deratand yet
She shrugged and quirked her arm to lift the sleeve of her white coat and looked at her clock
“Well as fun as this is, my classes start soon so I'll go on my way then”
“I can accompany you there. I have time to kill”
“suits me fine” she said and locked her car, tossing the keys in her bag.
You both fell into a silence that felt weirdly comfortable. Truthfully you weren’t sure why you wanted to appeal to Ianthe so much. Maybe her giving you attention made you notice her in return. She always seemed to be in her sister's shadow, though that by no means meant that she seemed less. Just that Coronabeth stole the spotlight with her loud, outstanding personality
“Is your project going well?”
she broke the silence and you tightened your grip on the belt of your messenger bag
“I'm stuck actually, I have it figured out and I did start sewing but…”
“still haven’t picked a model?”
“yeah…” you said in despair and she chuckled. It was more of a soft breezy sound but you devoured it with pride. You could say that you made the Ianthe tridentarious -laugh-
“Pity” she tried to sound sympathetic, though with her face and voice it sounded like had wet sand on her tongue
“Listen I know you are busy but would you be willing to do that? be my model?”
Ianthe smiled like a cat and all but purred when she turned to look at you with a new found glint in her eyes
“Oh I'd love that”
•••
“Ianthe is too close. Waaaaay too fucking close” You grew tired of Gideons endless yawping. Harrow seemed displeased too but didn’t give more than an unapproving frown at your announcement of yours and Ianthes friendship
“I'm telling you its not like that. And she can be nice”
Gideon pretending to heave like a cat and made a throwing up sound
“Nice ?! She is a snake!” Harrow smacked her head on the back
“quiet. We are in a library” she reminded you both. You were walking down the isles with them, Harrow picking books and leaving them for Gidoen to carry
“Snakes are pretty”
“they will eat you”
“I wouldn't mind Ianthe eating me-“
“Im begging you not to finish that sentence”
you scoffed and Gideon softened
“Im just worried! You’re like my baby sister you know?”
“She's right. no good can come out of hanging out with that twin. Remember what Naberius was like?”
that piqued your interest “Naberius?” You had a passionate distaste for that man
“He had a crush on her and they hooked up eventually or allegedly. Point is they were seen together a lot and then after that event she made his life a living hell and embarrassed him to the point that he changed unis. Im telling you he is but a corpse these days”
You shuddered. that sounded so unprovoked and painfully, so Ianthe
Nothing truly stopped you from ending up like that. It was getting easier to admit that you too, had a painful little crush on the woman. No crush was putting it lightly. You were growing infatuated
“Are you sure there was no reason behind it?”
“Corona told us. And Ianthe tells corona everything so it has to be all there is”
You sat on that thought “Well maybe Im special”
“specially stupid” added harrow
“specially delusional” offered Gideon and you kicked gideon on her shin and left the isle upset hearing them chuckling softly in the distance
You looked around at the sitting area with most of the spaces empty. You walked down to the corner of the library, where the light fell through an old weary curtain and the couches were generally older than the rest as that usually was where staff sat for their break. and there, in all her sunlit glory you found Ianthe, reading a book, legs crossed and leaning against the arm rest with the same tightness to her features as her eyes scanned the pages
she looked up and the tension left her brows making your heart painfully swell with relief. you had to be special
You noticed her wearing that same red lipstick you had complimented her on the other day.
“Just gonna stand there or will you join me dove?” she asked and you went over and tossed your backpack to the side sitting next to her on the couch
“what are you reading”
“Haruki murakami. Ever read his works?”
you winced “I..Don't read. I struggle with focusing”
you said and she smiled
“I can read it for you” you looked at her
“how?”
she laughed
“by reading it aloud you idiot”
what was it with everything coming for your neck and wits today
“Alright fine but what is it even about?”
“hard to tell with most of his books till you reach the end. In most cases at least”
“why would you read something like that? willingly I mean?”
“I like taking my time with the books. I like when it takes a while to be understood. then I break it down completely till everything is laid open before me and I can stitch it back to fit my narrative”
you heard her explain and you leaned against her, shoulders touching as you peered at the book trying to read a page the double meaning escaping you
“You philosophy majors are weird”
“and the rest of you are so endearingly simple” she said fixing a loose strand of hair behind your ear
“So are you interested in reading a few pages with me?”
“I don’t think Ill be good company”
“indulge me darling” she insisted and that was enough to let you melt against her frame as she wrapped an arm around you and started from the top of the page aloud now
”Man doesn’t choose fate. Fate chooses man. That’s the basic worldview of Greek drama. And the sense of tragedy—according to Aristotle—comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist’s weak points but from his good qualities.”
You realized, you loved Ianthes voice. It was steady, and she spoke clearly and confidently without being loud. She had elegance and grace.
“ Do you know what I’m getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex being a great example. Oedipus is drawn into tragedy not because of laziness or stupidity, but because of his courage and honesty. So an inevitable irony results.”
The meaning was lost and mixed with the warmth of the sun hitting your back from the window and the quiet sounds of feet shuffling and walking around the building and it all seemed very distant at the moment
the corner you picked was so secluded, so entirely yours that you let your eyes close for a moment and leaned deeper into Ianthes embrace craving all she was willing to offer
“See how it translates? How you were fatefully and inevitably drawn to someone cruel like me from a point of kindness and from a good heart?”
she said in the same tone as before without you noticing she wasn’t reciting lines from the book anymore
her hand reached around you and cradled your head to her chest carefully with pure unconfined tenderness. She massaged your scalp fingers digging in and out in a circular slow motion easing any stress you had. She continued reading, with every minute passing lulling you to a peaceful rest all the while letting you put more of the weight if your body against hers and you could have sworn you felt her lips brush against your hair in what seemed to be a kiss
•••
You were at the school's atelier. a week after the library incident which you refused to adress to yourself or confront her about.
You had fallen asleep and woken up by an obnoxiously loud gideon and a note in Ianthes handwriting with her number and the words
for your project
which also meant -Dont text me unless necessary-
But it caught Gideons eye and she was yelling at you about how bad of an idea this was all over again, with you ignoring her all over again.
you asked Ianthe to come by after her classes to take her measurements. your phone pinged indicating a message and you tilted your screen up to see what was written
Ianthe
just finished. will be there in 10’
coffee?
You smiled. You felt fuzzy and warm and you smacked your head on the table causing the soap and ruler to tumble on the ground. Camilla jumped up surprised
“Are you ok?” she asked and you groaned in -yes-
“Projects tough?” she asked and you rolled your head on your desk to look at her
“Did you find a model?”
“yes Corona” she said in one go suddenly on edge as she gathered her things to leave. You got up
“wow-wow-wow hold on- how?!” you asked genuinely surprised
“She offered” she said even faster and you saw her cheeks flush.
oh
“Ooooh did she” you teased
“I think we should talk less to each other” she barked and left embarrassed and you laughed loudly. now that was an interesting pair. Your phone buzzed again and you remembered you never replied.
_yes please. same as usual. Ill venmo you the money
_go fuck yourself and your money
came her sweet response and you laughed and hit your lower lip girlishly like a virgin maiden.
Oh what had become of you. You would kick yourself for having a spine made out of jelly for acting like a fool over the mean tridentarii yet here you were, twirling your hair and swinging your legs in excitement
About an hour later you saw the doors to the atelier push open and a platinum blonde head peak and look around. Ianthe noticed you and in relief walked towards you. She wore tight fitting pants that hugged her slim hips and a satin blouse with a thin golden chain around her neck.
her hair was gathered in a low bun, messy and undone and her eyes hinted she had pulled a few all nighters. Yet to you, she still seemed stunning
you had it bad. she gave you your coffee and walked over sitting on your chair with a thud and dropped her bag “Gods this week was endless” she whined and you smiled, getting comfortable at your desk, used to her daily complaining over how much she hated everyone.
“These professors are stupid imbeciles. They are delusional if they think anyone but me can mark a perfect score on that test”
“awh” you cooed sarcastically and patted her head feigning affection. she leaned in your touch
“Oh fuck off. You love to see me suffer”
“I do” you agreed and she pushed your hand away with a laugh getting up and straightening her blouse
“alright let's get started then”
“yes though” you said slightly unsure on how to go about this. Her blouse was loose, and the material thick which meant it would meddle with your process
“Your blouse”
“I can take it off”
“ah no its ok Ill-“
she laughed and her eyebrows tilted up, her lids getting louder as she took a step closer to you
“what are you so flustered for? this should be normal for you in this line of work” she said and lifted your chin with one slim finger. Your breath stuttered at the proximity.
her red lipstick taunted you with its mischievous shine making the bottom plumper
you wanted to lean it and let it mix with yours
“I'm not a prude Ianthe. Get undressed” you ordered and pulled away. she smirked
“Do not say a word”
you added and she rolled her eyes taking off her blouse and standing near your desk waiting. Of course Ianthe would wear a lace bra. A very see through lace bra
You grabbed your measuring tape and started with her head, neck and shoulders focusing on the numbers instead of the body in front of you. though her soft, even breathing pattern had you painfully aware of her closeness as you felt it hit your neck.
“Its mine and my sisters… birthday, next week” She started with a slow pace and a quivering voice.
You moved lower your knuckles accidentally brushing against her chest as you wrapped the tape
“She is having this extravagant big party at our house…a pain in the ass if you ask me but who am I to get in Coronas way” she said and you nod moving to her hips, and trying to keep up with your horny thoughts of how her skin was soft beneath your fingers and also what she was saying.
“Come on Ianthe. a little fun won't hurt you” you tried assuming she just wanted to whine again but she waited for you to finish with the measurements. you put down your last notes on your ipad and left a quick note of her clothing size
“What I'm saying is, You are invited. Would make that horrible event less painful”
she say on your desk not bothering to out on her blouse and you let the compliment seep into your brain
“Ill see if I can make it” she didn’t seem entirely satisfied with your response but she didn’t push the matter any further. she reached out and her hand was on your face
“Ianthe-“
“an eyelash” she said and with a quick swipe of her fingers she held it between the tips looking at your expression finally happy to see you crumble beneath her touch
“Think on it. See you tomorrow”
she said and threw on her blouse not bothering to button it up, and left the atelier taking the wind in your lungs with her
•••
“what do you gift someone who has everything?”
“a reality check” hissed Camilla also doomed unable to find a gift for Corona
“Cam I need help. I have nothing and half a paycheck”
“I'm not sure a gift would be required. I mean it is mostly a college party so bringing alcohol is good enough”
you scrolled through your phone for options and then you had an idea
“Can you look through other people's library cards? like which books they read?”
“no but usually the front of the books has a list of names of people who borrowed them since its a two way thing”
you nod and got off your desk
“I think I know what to get her”
•••
The party was everything you expected a coming off age netflix movie to look like. Big, spacious halls with led light strips, fog from the smoke and loud music.
two tables. One for pool, one for beer pong and oh, an actual fucking pool outside. You had never been smacked harder in the face about class differences and suddenly you felt weird about your little gift and your clothes. Though you had saved up on those versace shoes and you were proud as hell to finally have an occasion to wear them
You looked around spotting corona first who ran up to you and cam greeting her by enveloping her in a big hug and giving a handshake
“Glad you two made it!” she said and gave you a sly smile “Ianthe will be really happy to know you came after all”
she took your coats and brought you in to the main hall where everyone already was drunk,high or busy playing one of the many games the estate provided
in the distance, behind the blur of people you saw Ianthe with her back turned to you as she leaned against the kitchen isle and looked outside the open balcony windows with a drink in her hand
You smiled and camilla dug her elbow in your sides with a sharp jab “collect yourself. You look like a fool” and you glared at her “I'm excited to see her”
“ok but play hard to get”
camilla cheered in half warning
“Cam. She doesn’t even know I came. I think that was a game enough”
she pulled her hands up in surrender
“Good luck! You can stay at my place if it fails. I have a box full of tissues just for you”
and left you to find Corona
You walked up to Ianthe hugging her from behind
“Happy birthday” you said, your voice loud and close to her ear hoping the music didn’t completely muffe out your words. She turned in your arms and smiled giving you a half hug with one arm, leaning down to rest her chin on your shoulder
“Look who decided to grace me with her presence after all” she said and you caught the excitement in her voice. It was small but it was there and it made you fill with peace
you eventually pulled away and took in the sight of her. A satin dress wrapped around her lean figure that pooled and caved nicely over her chest in a deep V cut accentuating her size in an erotic way
Her hair braided on the side and she of course wore her signature red lipstick with gloss. Oh she was significantly dolled up tonight and you feared everyone else would see how attractive she truly was tonight
“You clean up well” she complimented and straightened the thin straps of your dress, her fingers tracing an invisible line to your shoulder blades down to the hollow of your back stopping right above your ass.
you shivered and her eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips for a moment
“I'm glad you came. Was hoping you would”
“Yeah I couldn’t miss it. You did me a favor with the project after all”
“awh, that's it ? was hoping I meant more” she purred, her thumb stroking up and down your back pulling you in closer to her body where your exposed thigh could feel the satin of her dress caressing it.
“I ugh, I got you a gift” you said and her brows shot up
“You didn’t have to”
“I know but I wanted to” you pressed and looked around not liking how you struggled to speak with all the noise
she looked up ,her hand now flat on your back leading you upstairs
“let's go somewhere quieter”
With each step it dawned on you how rich these twins were. Be it the paintings on the walls, the rococo’s sculpted ceilings or the numerous porcelain vases on stands in the middle of the corridor ,this house looked like it was pulled out of gossip girl.
She pulled you into one of the rooms which was empty save for a piano and a few couches facing it.
“you play the piano?”
“no”
“oh..so Corona then?”
“no”
she disagreed and you pursed your lips
“what a way to say you are rich then”
“yeah” she agreed and led you to sit on one of the sofas. You fidgeted with the lapels of your leather bag until you decided to open it and take out the wrapped gift
“a book”
“could you pretend to guess longer?” you complained and she smirked. A cocky half smile that slowly faded into curiosity and then shock once she unwrapped the papers to reveal the book cover
“How-“
“I checked the cards on the books on the library and this book had your name 4 times so…I assumed you liked it”
she put the book aside and held your face in her hands leaning in for a kiss. her lips pressed against yours and you returned the notion, adding pressure and opening your mouth more to give access to her tongue which didn’t take long to press against yours. She pulled away for a moment to push you down on the plush cushions of the sofa and dove in for another heated kiss. She changed the angles of how her jaw aligned with yours, and devoured every moan and every little whimper that escaped you. You dug your fingers in her hair tugging at it and she let out a soft sigh in return which may have been the most heavenly sound your ears were ever graced with
you both pulled away at the same time panting and she seemed positively undone at the course of actions. She looked at you and realization of what happened dawned on you
“Oh fuck I-well glad you like the book I guess” you attempted to break the heated tension and she frowned as if you made her drink bitter tea
“Yes, the book was nice. the person who gave it is even better though” she said and before she could sway you again you held her shoulders in place remembering the story Gideon and Harrow told you. You didn’t wanna mirror her exs fate
and so you slowly got up
“Sorry I, I'm not into one night hookups”
she crossed her legs and turned to you
“what a virgin little thought. So you are a romantic?” she tried to be playful but it set heavy on you
“I just wanna make sure I don’t get dragged to filth by leaving you unsatisfied”
and you regretted saying every bit of that sentence. her lips thinned, and her eyes frosted in seconds. she got up
“Who told you about Naberius?” she asked and took a step away from you
“It’s- It’s fine listen I was just joking”
she seemed to be having an internal battle with herself and you were unsure on how to act seeing her so vulnerable so strangely…small
you took the initiative to walk up to her and held her hand pressing your thumb in her palm trying to ground her and her eyes met yours
“I like you, Ianthe. I want to understand you though before anything moves forward”
she gave a short curt nod and responded to you by momentarily tightening her grip on your hand before letting go
“This is a bad moment to speak about it. I promise though it’s not what I let the rumors say it is”
“alright.I'll wait for you to tell me when you are ready then” you tried to calm her and she let out a deep long breath closing her eyes and then looking at you again
“who said it”
you shook your head no, not willing to betray your friends trust and she smiled
“at least I know that I can trust you with the truth”
she leaned in to kiss you again and stopped a few inches away as if seeking approval which you gave by connecting your lips first. Ianthe was a lion. Prowling and cunning.
yet now she was nothing more than a small wet cat. You straightened her hair and tried to fix her lipstick which she stopped you from doing
“I want them to know who left these stains on you” she said, finding back her spark and tapped your bottom lip with her finger before walking out with a smile on her lips again establishing where you stood in her heart.
“let's get back to the party”
•••
she did eventually tell you. It was in fact not what it seemed like
Naberius had the hots for coronabeth for a while and settled for the less popular sister, Ianthe. And it wasn’t that Ianthe was crazy for him. She was a bit above being bored and growing comfortable with the first willing victim. However after their first hook up he slipped up and called out her sister's name and that's when it dawned on her what he was doing.
she couldn’t blame him for crushing on her sister but she was about to make his life a living hell for humiliating her during such an intimate act.
well. Barely intimate and more carnal but Ianthe was revengeful and spiteful
She never told anyone what happened. She didn’t mind being known as a cunt. It somehow seemed a less damaging reputation than what the truth was
•••
you all sat on your usual corner at the library, harrows face buried in her hands once more looking at Gideons report of the semester in disappointment and horror
“lost cause. You are a lost cause”
while Gideon tried to excuse her poor performance yet again
You sat with your finished sketchbook and were gluing the photos of Ianthe in the clothes you sewed for your collection with pure admiration in your face on how stunning your girlfriend looked
“Can't believe she was the model for you fashion show”
“I think she was a perfect match”
you defended and left notes of the essay you wrote out for your collection next to each photo. Some lines were written by Ianthe, seeing as she was a philosophy major and avid book enjoyer she had a way with words you didn't quite possess
“How could you fall in love with that demon” Gifeon complained and harrow grabbed her face and yanked it to her computers screen
“Gideon focus !These are pressing matters. You are about to retake the same exam for the third time” she yelled
“I think you should give Ianthe a chance”
“What are you all saying about me again?” Ianthe unceremoniously approached the three of you and sat on the arm rest giving you a weird sense of deja vu
Gideon almost started growling like a dog at the sight of her and she seemed to offer a fanged taunting smile enjoying the buff womans suffering.
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Found the design sheet! Only took me a while to sort through the mess that's my "my stuff 2" folder. I don't even know why I named it that since this laptop is literally my own.
TL;DR: I talk about my Vocaloid Oliver design, show some progress pics and talk more regarding his overall concept.
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So... if you've been following me for a bit, you'll probably realize that I've changed from posting everyday to posting every other day. Well, about that, it's because I realized that I'll actually run out of artworks at this rate since I'm relatively slow in making art in general.
Which brings me to today's topic! I'd like to talk about some of the process I go through whenever I design a character, or in this case: Oliver.
Like, I don't know if you've noticed but I'm not exactly good at art, sometimes I reuse poses and it ticks me off, othertimes I literally reuse identical character distinctions and it takes me a while before realizing. However, I do always try my best to not have overlapping character designs so that every one of them is unique in their own way. My personal favourite trick is to add something that's awfully big and obvious that makes them look clearly different, even when they're completely shaded over with black (Oliver's tail).
First things first, I try to come up with a doodle with some sort of concept in mind. There were actually a couple more pre-concept art doodles that I made a good 4-5 years ago that isn't included in this post, I'm considering posting it (+ another one I drew up a year ago) in a separate post since it's getting a bit late and I don't feel like digging it up.
Since I'm playing around with an Oliver from a universe where the Vocaloids are an alternate version of their original VPs (more clarification in the previous Oliver fanart), + I mentioned that his specific side-effect was borderlining on life-threatening (also in the previous Oliver post), I decided to draw him as half human, half Nessie the Loch Ness Monster.
There were quite a number of reasons why I chose her compared to other monsters:
1) I've always had the headcannon that the PowerFX Vocaloids were like a big family, not necessarily blood-related but they're spiritually bounded to each other. Since I personally believe that Sweet Ann and Big Al are Oliver's new adoptive parents, I think it'll be nice for him to also be a monster in some way. (+ the amount of Oliver is a monster/half-monster headcannons in the fandom is uhh, hoo boy)
2) Oliver has always reminded me of a sailor. I don't know why and I'm pretty sure his entire costume is based off of a pre-existing choir's outfit, so there's literally no reason for it to have ties to the sea. Maybe it's the colour palette? Or maybe a Vocaloid fanfiction I read a long time ago that I've forgotten since then? Idk, but either way I really like the thought that he came from either a family of sailors or a family that lived close to the sea.
3) Okay, if you know anything about the Loch Ness Monster myth, you'd know that its origin is from Scotland and not you know, Britain, where Oliver's supposedly from. And to that I say, my argument as a South-east Asian is that it's CLOSE ENOUGH... Plus, I don't think there's other Sea Monster myths that are as easily recognizable as Nessie, who ironically enough doesn't even live in the sea, rather, she lives in a fucking lake. But still, the other couple of Sea Monsters/Sea Creatures myths that I think are decently popular are probably the Kraken or the Mermaids + Sirens. The Kraken is eliminated from the selection since this isn't supposed to be the Horror genre LOL, and the Mermaids + Sirens are a bit too far regionally, plus they're a bit basic (sorry to all my Mermaids + Sirens lovers out there) imo.
There are some ugly AF doodles here but it's what you go through when you're me, sadly.
Also, if you noticed but here I finalized the design you saw in the previous Oliver fanart where he was wearing a merge of these two testing designs of his cloak:
The former was partially inspired by the Scottish Kilt Sash, though it's not very obvious since Oli's not Scottish so I just took inspo from the way it's usually framed on one's body. The latter however was inspired by manta rays, they look STUPID as hell and I love them, so as a compromise, I merged the two cloaks together and that's what became of the current one! B)
It's actually getting a bit too long for my laptop to handle so I'll leave it here for now.💀💀
See you on Friday! B) Might be posting an original artwork then so you can look forward to it!
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"The Game"
Tom Holland x Reader
NSFW
Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.
Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...
"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.
Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."
Cherry Pie - Warrant
He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him.
You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.
Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.
It was driving him completely insane.
Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...
One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his.
"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life.
And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…
Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.
"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.
His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.
You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.
"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though"
Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.
"Where the hell did it go?"
"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,
"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"
"Hey! Don't laugh at me"
"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs
You rolled your eyes,
"Be gentle with me, this is my first time"
The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing...
You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs.
It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…
"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment.
He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.
The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.
Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey.
"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…
"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"
"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else"
He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine.
"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"
"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.
"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine"
You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin.
He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.
"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste"
You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive.
How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating.
But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun.
He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.
"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl"
With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.
"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?"
You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in.
"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"
He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,
"Yes!"
"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…"
"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast.
"These pretty tits are mine…"
It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.
"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...
He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked.
"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"
You sobbed around his fingers.
"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.
"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge.
"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway.
"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…"
You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it.
"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"
His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.
"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK"
You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,
"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.
"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.
"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"
The end.
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Unrequited
azriel (acotar) x reader
Summary: takes place during acofas, you and Azriel are mates but he doesn’t know it yet, angst, fluff, and everything in between
*Also this is my first imagine ever so I'm sorry if it sucks lol! There will be a part 2 to this, but I am still working on it!!
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The winter solstice was in a few days and you weren’t sure what to get some of the inner circle. You walked briskly down the streets of the Rainbow, chilled to the bone due to the wind. You had made the dumb mistake of rushing out of the townhouse - to avoid any questions of where you were going - without taking your scarf. Your current outfit, which was a chunky knit blue sweater with leggings and boots, wasn’t enough to keep the chill away. But the cold wasn’t the most important thing on your mind. You had already bought presents for Rhys, Feyre, Amren, and Elain, but that left Cassian, Mor, and Azriel. Mor and Cass would be pretty easy to buy for, but you put it off knowing they would look through your room trying to find their solstice gift. But Azriel, that would be much harder.
Every waking hour, the shadowsinger haunted your thoughts. Something you had come to conclude was unrequited.
You had realized the mating bond between you two before he did.
It had clicked a few months ago while on a diplomatic mission. The aftermath of Hybern had left things chaotic, and if you were being honest, it still was. Rhys decided to send Cassian, Mor, Azriel, and you to travel to some of the other courts to bring back reports on the recovery after the war. However, traveling did have some dangers. While you were on your way back to Velaris from the Winter Court, your group was ambushed by a group of Hybern soldiers who had been hiding out in the mountains. Had it not been for Azriel’s wings shielding you from the initial arrows, you would’ve surely been dead, and that’s when it clicked for you. But like an idiot, you didn’t say anything.
You had thought if the bond had clicked for you, it would've clicked for Azriel too. You realized your mistake when Azriel hadn’t acknowledged any change between you two. You hoped that he would figure it out in the coming weeks, but he didn’t. You knew the same sort of situation happened with feyre and rhys so you still held out some hope. But as the months went by, and you realized the bond still hadn’t clicked for Azriel and it felt too late to tell him.
At least that was the excuse you made up. Truly, you were also afraid of the rejection that could have followed. You weren’t a fool, you knew him and Elain had some sort of connection, and that shattered your dreams even more. The possibility that he wouldn’t accept the mating bond to be with the fair skinned, doe eyed fae. Everytime Azriel was in the same room as Elain, she was the only thing he would pay attention to. During gatherings, you would plaster on a smile and act as if you were happy, but Cassian and Mor, your best friends, could sense your discomfort. They tried to ask you about it, but seeing as you would shut down anything they said, they decided not to pry too much. Amren ended up figuring out the source of your discomfort had to do with Azriel, but kept your secret until you would be ready to share it.
You came to the conclusion that distancing yourself from him would be the best option, so that's what you did.
You walked down the street till you got to one of the finest seamstresses is Velaris. Since you were an artist like Feyre, you decided to draw out a dress and have it made for Mor. The color was blood red, her signature. It was a silk slip dress that would come down to her mid-lower calf and it would be embroidered with a brilliant gold thread. You drew out a pattern of the sun, stars, and moon, which you hoped she would like. To go along with Mor’s dress, you got a jeweler to make a custom necklace and bracelet set to go with it. You designed more dainty jewelry that had gold stars with diamonds, since she was a dreamer.
You decided to design Cassian’s gift as well, creating a beautiful silver and black dagger with a moonstone on the hilt. It was a beautiful dagger, but you also made sure it was usable, because you would hate for it to go to waste. To add onto the combat theme, you also decided to buy him new fighting leathers with touches of red embroidery to match his siphons. Lastly, you bought Cassian a bottle of fae wine, which definitely wouldn't last long.
The last thing you got for all three of you was a friendship necklace. Although that sounds corny, the two of them had become such a positive force in your life and you couldn’t imagine life without them. Keeping with the celestial theme for the friendship necklaces, you bought a sun, a moon, and a star. The sun for Cassian, the moon for Mor, and the star for you. Although they are opposites in some ways, all three need each other, just like the three of you needed each other.
Now that you had gotten Mor’s and Cassian’s solstice gifts figured out, it was onto Azriel’s gift. You honestly had no clue what to get him. Due to distancing yourself, you weren’t sure if there was something that he wanted. You were positively stumped. Lucky for you though, you ended up spotting Mor in another shop a few stores down from where you were, most likely getting the rest of her solstice gifts. You decided to sneak up on her as a friendly prank. Grabbing her shoulders, you yelled in her ear, making her jump.
“Oh mother above, it’s just you, y/n! You scared the life out of me” Mor said.
“Doing some last minute shopping?” you asked. “I could ask you the same thing”. Giving her a playful smack on the arm, the corners of your mouth curled upward, even the simplest remark from her could make you smile.
The two of you were currently standing in front of a jewelry shop, looking at the collections of necklaces and earrings through the window. “Wow” you breathed out “These are all so beautiful”
“Indeed they are, although they’re quite pricey”
“How pricey is pricey?”
She whispered the amount in your ear and you stopped breathing for a second, “Holy Mother wow, that is quite the price tag. At least we can admire it from a far”, you laughed out. Even though you got a very generous salary from Rhys, you still felt guilty spending so much money on materialistic things.
After a moment you said, “Actually, since you’re here, I do need help finding a solstice gift for Azriel”, softening your voice at the end, “Any ideas?” you asked, drawing out the syllables.
“Well, I always get Azriel some cool towels, clothing, or a dagger!” Mor said. A small scoff came out of my mouth as I shook my head and raised my eyebrows. “Fine!” she exclaimed, “I may have overheard him needing a new leather sheath for Truth Teller.” grumbling towards the end. “Oh that sounds great, thank you for the help! Now let’s go off to the closest leather goods store and find a sheath!”.
“y/n! I still have shopping to do” a scowl appearing on her face. “Fine, I guess I’ll just call Cassian, cause his judgement might be better than yours, when it comes to knife related things of course” you said, baiting her.
“Ugh, I hate you y/n”
“I hate you too Mor”
“Fine, let's get going before I change my mind” she grumbled. Then we took off down the streets of the Rainbow to find a sheath.
The task was easier said than done, for you at least. Being indecisive and a major over thinker, you had looked through close to 100 sheaths, but none of them seemed good enough to hold the blade that Azriel never let anyone else touch. Except Elain.
While you were lost in your thoughts, you laid your y/c eyes on the perfect sheath. It had a bright cobalt blue stitching to match Az’s siphons. Along the tip and lining the top of the leather was a thin coat of silver plating with little sapphires embedded in the metal. You quickly snatched it up and paid a hefty price for it, but it was perfect.
“Thank god you finally picked one, it felt like we were in that store for centuries”. Mor sighed, probably a sigh of relief for getting out of the store, “But y/n, it’s perfect, I know Azriel will love it”
“Do you really think so? I just want it to be the perfect gift and I’m scared he won’t like it because what if it’s too simplistic and what if-”
“Hey! It's perfect! Don’t stress too much y/n. And for the record, I think that you’re an amazing gift giver - the amount of thought you put into gifts make it all the better.”
You could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks and mumbled a small thank you.
“Anyway while we’re here do you need to get anything to go with your solstice outfit?”
“Oh Actually, I was so stressed about getting everyone’s solstice gift that I forgot to buy my dress” your voice falling off at the end. You felt yourself being yanked to a harsh stop and the saw Mor’s face staring at yours, mouth gaping and eyes wide.
“Are you crazy?? Solstice is in 3 days and you still don’t have anything??? Oh honey, our shopping isn’t done yet.” And with that statement you found yourself being pulled into the nearest dress shop. After trying on nearly 20 dresses you finally found the perfect one, which Mor approved. It was a light blue silk dress that was more fitted at the top but flared down at your waist. It had a cowl neckline, a slit going up the side to the mid upper thigh, and accentuates your curves beautifully and has a slight shimmer to it. You looked ethereal in it
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After your exhausting day of shopping, you couldn’t wait to get out of the cold. You swiftly walked back to the townhouse. Once inside you made your way to your room to set down the gifts, change your clothes, and grab your book. Then you quietly headed down to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea and sat on the couch to read. The house was quiet since all of the others decided to go to Rita’s tonight. You decided to stay home for some much needed relaxation. You opened your book and started reading. After a few hours, you felt your eyes drooping and eventually, sleep consumed you.
The loud noise of the front door caused you to stir and your eyes fluttered open. You were too exhausted to look so you just laid your head back down and tried to go to sleep. You could hear Mor whispering something and then felt yourself being lifted off the couch and being held close to a chest with your blanket still draped on you.
“Cass?” you whispered hoarsely along with a string of incoherent words
You heard a slight laugh “Not Cass but It’s ok, go back to sleep”. Then you felt yourself being gently placed on your bed and the sleep hit you before you could mutter a thank you.
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The sun was setting towards the sea as you sat in the sitting room of the town house. You were in your blue silk dress with a glass of wine in your hand. Rhys and Feyre were by the mantel, quietly talking while Mor and Amren were across the room. Near the window I saw Elain, and from the corner of my eye I could see Azriel making his way towards her. My face fell but I quickly plastered on a smile, not wanting to concern anyone. Especially since today was also Feyre’s birthday and we had planned a surprise for her. Feyre thought she could slip her birthday past us, but we hadn’t forgotten. After a few minutes, Cassian made his way from the kitchen with the enormous cake.
You floated towards Feyre and gave her arm a light squeeze. “Happy Birthday, make a wish before the candles melt!”
She blew out the candles and then we ate cake before opening up the presents.
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Rhys snapped his fingers and piles of brightly wrapped bags and boxes filled up the sitting room. Amren was the first to open her presents. Naturally, everyone got her something jewelry related. Amren opened mine and you saw a wide smile set across her face, she picked up the diamond necklace and nodded a ‘thank you’ your way. You returned the gesture back, a small smile forming on your face.
Next, Cassian handed Mor her present from him and she pulled out a-. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He bought her red lingerie. Your face turned slightly red, but the Mor said “Don’t let him fool you: he couldn’t think of a damn thing to get me, so he gave up and asked me outright. I gave him precise orders. For once in his life, he obeyed them.”
Then, you heard one sharp knock at the door.
Nesta.
You saw Cassian tense up a bit. Nesta walked in, linking arms with Elain. She got a glass of wine before heading to sit in a chair in the back of the room. The silence was deafening. Finally Varian started talking and the present opening resumed.
From Amren, you received a new calligraphy set. It was so beautiful and you loved it. From Rhys, you got some books. It was perfect since you loved to read, and they were ones that you had been wanting to read for a long time. From Feyre, you received a painting as well as a new paint brush kit.
Cassian made his way to you and set a gift down in your lap. You opened the dark blue box that Cassian had placed in your lap. He had gotten you a sky blue hardbound journal with a gold embossed star on it. You desperately needed a new one, and this was perfect. You walked over and gave him a hug, whispered “Thank you, I love it.”.
Next you opened Mor’s present. You nearly choked when you saw what she got you and your whole face heated up. She got you a matching navy blue lingerie set like the one Cassian bought her.
“Yeah, I wasn’t too sure what to get you so I thought we could twin”. You looked around the room and saw the others holding in their laughs. You could’ve sworn you saw a tinge of red on Azriel’s ears. You just smiled and mouthed a silent “I’m going to kill you, but thank you” at her.
There wasn’t anything from Azriel. Your heart twinged. Had you not been important enough? It was just a present you reminded yourself, fixing your composure before handing Cassian his present.
He ripped it open like an animal, squealing when he saw it. A promising reaction given the amount of thought you put into it.
“Did you design these? They look amazing!”
“Yeah, I’m glad you like it. It took a long time to figure out what to get for your dumb ass”
“You mean my cute ass”, you smacked his arm and then got up to give Mor her present.
You closely watched her reaction as she opened her dress and jewelry, a large smile spreading across her face.
“You really buy the perfect presents y/n, I love it”.
“Oh Cass, Mor. One more thing.” You pulled out the small boxes with the friendship necklaces and bracelets handing it to them. “This was just a little something extra I thought of, I hope you like it”. You knew you would have started stuttering and crying if you had said the meaning to them, so you just handed them notes instead. They read over them, eyes glossing over, and pulled you into a hug.
“This is the only time I’ll wear jewelry” Cass stated, causing you to chuckle
Then Mor said, “I am never taking this off” causing you to laugh again.
Finally, Azriel opened up his presents. He had opened up all the others. All that was left was yours and Elain’s gift to him. He found his way to your present first, opening it.
“A new sheath for Truth Teller. I heard you needed a new one” you quietly said.
He held your gaze and smiled, “Thank you, it's great”. Suddenly feeling exposed, you quickly gave him a nod.
Then he went to open Elain’s gift. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.” she said.
Silence.
Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”
Silence again.
Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.
You hadn’t heard him laugh before, and mother above it was gorgeous. You had never heard a sound so deep and joyous, a sound which made your heart clench. A part of you wished you were the reason he was laughing. You forced on a smile and spent the rest of the night drinking away the slight pain in your chest.
You were exhausted by the end of the night, sitting on the couch with Cassian and Mor, Azriel and Rhys seated on the opposite side of you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement towards the door, and craned your head to see what was going on. It was Nesta making her way to the door. You felt the couch lift next to you.
Cassian. He had swiftly pushed past Feyre and went after Nesta. This wouldn’t end well.
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Cassian had come back quiet and brooding, walking straight to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of liquor. You got up off the couch and followed him straight into the kitchen.
“Cass, let’s take a walk, yeah?”
“I just took a walk”
“It wasn’t a question”. You grabbed a white shawl and his hand and led him outside. “What happened?”
“What’s there to talk about? It was like all the other times. Why did I have to fall in love with someone who doesn't even love me back. Who looks at me like the Illyrian born bastard I am. Who hates the idea of being in the same room as me.”
You grabbed Cass’ hand, lightly squeezing it. “Don’t say that. Nesta, she,” your voice stopping for a second “She’s different. The way she handles pain and copes is different. Give her time. She just needs time. I know how much that may pain you, but you can’t rush healing”
You pulled him into a hug
“And for the record, I know the feeling more than you know” you quietly said “unrequited love”, head pointed at the ground.
Cassian tilted his head down to look at you, his face painted with confusion. You could tell he wanted to know more, but didn’t want to pry too much.
You hesitated before continuing, not sure if you wanted to reveal your closely guarded secret. “I-“ your voice faltering, “I found my mate”. The words seemed to have rushed out of your mouth and tears pricked your eyes as you said that. After months of hiding it, you had finally gotten it off your chest.
Cassian stood shocked, staring at you. “You found your mate? And you didn’t think to tell any of us? How long ago was this”
“I-, I found out who he was around the same time Rhys sent us on that diplomatic mission. And I didn’t tell anyone because he doesn’t even know yet.”
“That was almost 6 months ago, and you didn’t say anything?”.
The tears had started flowing at this point, “I thought he would figure it out. But by the time I realized he wasn’t going to figure it out, it was too late. He had already set his eyes on someone else. And I know I could never compete with Elain, even if I am his mate.” the last part slipped out without you realizing.
“Elain? What does she-“ his eyes widening “Does that mean Az is-“
You slowly nodded, tears welled up, threatening to spill out.
“Oh, mother…”, he pulled you into a tighter hug and that’s when the gates broke. You couldn’t hold back your tears as you sobbed into Cassian's chest, his hand stroking your back.
you must have been there for 15 minutes before you realized the other might start getting suspicious. Regaining your composure, you dried your tears and tried, to the best of your ability, to hide that you had been crying.
Looking back at Cassian, you gave him a slight smile before muttering, “Thank you. I’m sorry for dumping that on you, but please promise me you won’t tell anyone. Please.”
“Of course y/n, and don’t apologize, if it makes you feel better, it helped to take my mind off of Nesta and my own problems, which I desperately needed” he chuckled out.
With the smile still on your face, you linked arms with Cassian before saying, “Oh mother above it’s freezing, let’s get back inside before we turn into popsicles!”
He let out another laugh before the two of you made your way back into the house.
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You walked into the house and your sliver of happiness was crushed as you saw Az and Elain sitting at the table smiling and laughing quietly to themselves. Elain had her sketchbook out, showing Az her plans for the garden.
Your distraught had been clear to anyone who saw your face, and you were too tired to realize you weren’t able to hide it fast enough. Not being able to view the scene anymore, you quickly got up, muttered happy solstice, and grabbed your coat and purse before heading out the door to your apartment.
While walking home, you were consumed by your thoughts. You hated the pangs of jealousy that coursed through you. You often found yourself jealous of her soft spokenness and kindness. You also found yourself jealous of her effortless beauty. It was something that kept you up at night. She was so likeable and easily approachable, something you wished you were.
You were so drowned in your own thoughts that you hadn’t noticed a male following you till it was too late. One of his hands clamped on your mouth while the other grabbed your waist and pushed you into the nearest alleyway.
The male pulled out a knife and your tears started to fall. You were terrified about what he would do to you. This could be the last time you would have seen your family. You were struggling and kicking against him but it was no use. Your senses were groggy from the alcohol and drowsiness.
You had been so stupid to walk home alone at 2 in the morning. No matter how angry you were, you should’ve just stayed at the town house.
Before you could realize what was happening, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your side.
The sound of a clatter.
Receding footsteps.
A crimson stain blooming.
Your body crumpled to the ground and your vision started blacked out. This was it. Nobody could hear you and nobody could save you.
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Daddy-O
“Daddy-O! Thanks for picking us up.” Charlene threw her bags of shopping into the front seat of the gleaming blue BMW before joining her friend Rachel at the back of the car.
Mr Tan just smiled at her 18 year-old daughter. He is a successful businessman but he has spent so little time on his family that his wife left him a couple of years ago. Since then, he swore to spend more time on his daughter and less time making money. So when his daughter wanted him to fetch her home from a shopping trip, he cancelled his meetings for the day and left to pick her up.
Mr Tan looked at the rear view mirror. He knew Rachel. She was one of Charlene’s shopping buddies and had been to their house several times. She looked a bit like Charlene and can easily be mistaken to be her sister or cousin. Both were about the same height of 1.7metres and spotting a slim and slender frame. They both enjoyed water sports and so both were tanned with perhaps Rachel being slightly darker with slightly larger breasts than Charlene. Their mannerisms were quite similar too. Both were now giggling at some jokes and flicking their long hair back as they threw their heads back in laughter.
“What did you buy, girls?” Mr Tan asked from the front of the car.
“New bikinis,” Charlene replied immediately. “We are having a weekend pool party so we bought new outfits. And, Daddy-O, there was this beautiful designer bag that I just got to have. It costs a bomb but I don’t think you will mind, right?”
“Of course not. Anything for my daughter,” smiled Mr Tan.
“Rachel wanted it too but she spent all her money on the bikinis. She…oh wait.” Charlene stopped talking and looked intently at the message on her handphone.
“Shucks! I forgot that we are supposed to meet our lecturer for the group project discussion today. I am going to be so screwed.” Charlene whined. “Daddy-O, can you drop me off at school?”
“Oh. Shall I accompany you to school then?” Rachel asked.
“No. That is not necessary. I will be done in about an hour or so. Why don’t you head back to my house and wait for me?” Charlene replied without looking up from texting an excuse to her study group.
A few minutes later, Mr Tan dropped Charlene off at her school. “See you later, Rachel!” Charlene shouted before closing the car door and waving a quick good-bye to her father.
Mr Tan drove back to his condominium with Rachel in his car. He had never spent time alone with Rachel before as Charlene was always around. He found her to be quite charming. They shared a couple of jokes and laughed together happily. Looking at her through the rear mirror, he realised that she was quite pretty and attractive.
Once they reached his home, he opened the door to his condominium unit and invited Rachel in. “You have been here several times. Make yourself at home.” He left the shopping bags on the sofa. “Looks like you girls have been busy cleaning up the shops,” he smiled. “There are drinks in the fridge. Help yourself.”
Rachel went into the kitchen while Mr Tan sat down in on the sofa and switched on the television. He was feeling a little tired. “Do you want me to get you something, Uncle?” Rachel called from the kitchen.
“Oh, thanks! Can you get me a beer?” Mr Tan called out, surfing for a good Netflix movie.
He heard a Rachel coming out of the kitchen with two cans of beer in her hand. She set a can on the table and opened the other. The beer foamed out of the can, leaving a trail on the side of the can. Rachel instinctively licked the side of the can, stretching her pink tongue over the can. She pursed her lips and sipped off the excess beer. Mr Tan found that extremely erotic and his cock got hard, making an uncomfortable dent in his pants.
“Oops. Sorry about that. Here’s your beer, Uncle.” Rachel handed the can to Mr Tan. He took a sip, knowing that he just drank Rachel’s saliva mixed with the beer.
Rachel opened her own can of beer and again, the beer foamed out of the can. This time, it dripped onto her t-shirt, making a tiny dark patch on her breasts. Rachel licked the can again and this time, Mr Tan looked more intently at her tongue, imagining how it would feel if it was on his hard, warm cock instead of the cold, metallic can.
“Gosh. I am so careless. I need to wash this.” Rachel sighed. She took off her t-shirt, revealing a white bra covering a pair of perfect, round breasts. She walked into the kitchen to wash her t-shirt and returned to Mr Tan, still in her bra.
Mr Tan tried to appear nonchalant and not look at Rachel. “I didn’t know you drink beer. I thought young girls will go for Coke or something like that.”
“Nah. I drink beer once in a while. It is relaxing.” Rachel looked at Mr Tan. “Don’t worry. Charlene is not a beer person. She is a good girl.” Rachel laughed and reassured Mr Tan.
“No, you misunderstood me. I am not saying that drinking beer is bad. Just surprised. That’s all.” Mr Tan blushed in embarrassment.
“Are you blushing? Gosh, that’s so cute.” Rachel giggles. That made Mr Tan blushed even more. Was it the beer?
“Here, let me show you what we bought today.” Rachel reached over Mr Tan to grab a shopping bag. Mr Tan could feel Rachel’s breast resting on his chest. His cock was harder than ever and he hoped Rachel will not notice.
Rachel pulled out a red bikini. “Nice? Let me wear it for you.” She stood up and removed her bra, exposing her bare breasts. Mr Tan caught a quick glimpse of small, pinkish nipples before they disappeared behind the red bikini. Rachel pulled off her pants, revealing matching white panties. These were pulled off and for a short while, Mr Tan caught sight of a small triangle of pubic hair and a faintly visible slit before they were covered up by the red bikini again.
“Nice?” Rachel asked again? Mr Tan looked at the 18-year old girl, dressed in a red bikini that showed off her cleavage well. Rachel’s tanned, athletic and slender legs were made even sexier in the little red thong that Mr Tan knew barely covered her privates.
“Yes. Very sexy. I am sure all the boys would be attracted by you.” Myself included. Mr Tan thought to himself. Trying to shift his thoughts elsewhere, he asked “What is this bag that Charlene liked so much?”
“Oh. It is the latest model. Very pretty. Here, let me show you.” Rachel rummaged through the shopping bags before taking out a small, squarish blue bag out of a box.
Rachel caressed the bag lovingly, her eyes not leaving it for even a second. “I wished my dad was as generous as you, Uncle. I would have loved to have this bag too. Imagine if Charlene and I both went shopping with this bag.” Rachel sighed.
Rachel put away the bag in its protective case carefully before returning to her seat next to Mr Tan. She continued sipping her beer and watching the television, seemingly lost in thought.
She turned around and looked at Mr Tan. “Uncle, if I am your daughter, will you treat me like Charlene and buy me whatever I want?”
“Of course! Why not?” Mr Tan replied. “You are so pretty. Any daddy will want to spoil you with gifts.”
“Then, can you be my daddy and buy me gifts?”
“What do you mean? Adopt you?” Mr Tan was confused.
“Ha ha!” Rachel laughed. “That’s funny. I mean be my sugar daddy. Let me show you what I can do.”
Without waiting for his response, Rachel leaned forwards and unbuckled Mr Tan’s belt. Her fingers brushed on his hard cock. She turned up to look at Mr Tan with surprise. “Gosh! Are you already hard?”
She unzipped his pants, revealing Mr Tan’s hard cock straining against his underwear. She pulled down the underwear, releasing his cock. Finally, Mr Tan’s cock was free from the confines of his underwear.
“You have a nice, thick cock, Daddy.” Rachel was going with the flow now. “Can I please suck it, Daddy?”
Mr Tan did not know how to react. Here was a sexy young girl in a red bikini offering him a blowjob but this young girl was also his daughter’s friend.
“Pretty, please, Daddy? I promise to be good.” Rachel whined in the most innocent and seductive voice. Mr Tan heard himself say “Yes, be a good girl and suck on my cock.” Did he say that? He seemed to be in a daze.
Rachel need no further encouragement. She spit on the head of the cock and using her tongue, she smeared the saliva all over the cock, lubricating it. Slowly, she engulfed the head of the cock, pressing her lips tightly on the tip and drawing a sigh of pleasure from Mr Tan. Her left hand stroked the shaft slowly, drawing seductively lines along the length of the cock. Her right hand cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. Occasionally, she will gently scratch the base of his cock, just behind the balls with her fingers, making Mr Tan gasped in pleasure.
Slowly, she drew in more of his cock, all the while sucking and maintaining pressure on his cock. Finally, she had swallowed his whole cock in her mouth, with the tip of his cock touching the back of her mouth. She continued sucking with her left hand now alternating between squeezing the base of his cock and jerking it.
Mr Tan was moaning in pleasure from the blowjob. Rachel was very good at this. He held on to her head, guiding her to enhance his pleasure. Once Rachel had his whole cock in her mouth, he knew he could not hold back any further. He felt his balls tighten and shot his load into her mouth. Instead of pulling away, Rachel continued to suck and squeeze every drop of his cum. When she was done, she pulled away and smiled seductively at Mr Tan. She opened her mouth to show him his cum in her mouth, before swallowing everything in one gulp.
Rachel got up and sat on Mr Tan’s lap. She leaned over and whispered seductively into Mr Tan’s ear. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Mr Tan’s cock stiffened again, pushing against Rachel’s ass. Rachel turned and smiled when she saw the hard cock.
“Rachel is a bad girl. Rachel did not do a good job. Please punish Rachel, Daddy. Stick your hard cock into Rachel. Make Rachel cry out in pain, Daddy.” Rachel cried.
She grabbed Mr Tan’s cock with one hand, stroking it to its full hardness. With the other hand, she pulled apart her red thongs, exposing her love hole. With one practiced movement, she guided Mr Tan’s cock into her cunt.
Mr Tan groaned in pleasure as his cock pushed swiftly into the tight, young vagina. As Rachel started to ride on Mr Tan’s cock, she removed her bikini top, offering her bare breasts to Mr Tan. He did not resist the offer, squeezing both breasts with his hands, licking and sucking each pink nipple in turn.
Rachel was also moaning in pleasure. Mr Tan had a thick cock so it was stretching and filling her cunt, sending orgasmic pleasure through her. She grind herself on his cock, moving forwards and upwards, increasing her pace as her pleasure intensified.
“Do you want to be my sugar daddy? Can you buy me whatever I want?” Rachel grunted softly into Mr Tan’s ear as she rode him. “Yes, be my daughter. I will buy you whatever you want.” Mr Tan panted, his shirt now drenched in his sweat.
Rachel hugged Mr Tan tightly. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.” She wrapped her legs around Mr Tan, positioning herself at an angle so that Mr Tan’s cock could enter her even more deeply. She increased her pace, squeezing Mr Tan’s cock with her cunt as tightly as she could. Mr Tan could not hold back any more. With a grunt, he shot his second load into Rachel, hugging her as tightly as he could as his little soldiers charged into the tight chamber.
They held each other for a while until Mr Tan’s cock became soft and plopped out of Rachel’s cunt. Rachel gave Mr Tan a kiss on the lips. “Thank you, Daddy.” She got up and sperm trickled down her legs. “I need to take a bath.”
“Follow me.” Mr Tan led Rachel into the common toilet. “Let’s take a bath together,” he suggested.
As Mr Tan showered Rachel, his hands roamed all over her body, caressing her smooth young skin and enjoying the touch of the contours of her tight, muscular body. His cock became hard again.
“Daddy, are you hard again?” Rachel asked innocently.
Mr Tan’s lust overcame him. He needed to fuck this girl again. “Come with me.” He pulled Rachel out of the toilet and into Charlene’s room. He took a towel and dried both of them hurriedly. Seeing one of Charlene’s large t-shirt on a chair, he took it and put it on Rachel. “Don’t catch a cold. Now lie face down on Charlene’s bed with your ass facing me.”
Rachel thought that perhaps Mr Tan was into SM. Was he going to spank her bottom?
“Is Rachel a bad girl? Don’t spank me, Daddy.” Rachel role-played as well as she could.
“You are now Charlene, not Rachel.” Mr Tan replied.
Rachel got it immediately. Mr Tan is living out an incest fantasy. She mimicked Charlene’s mannerism. “Daddy-O. I am such a naughty girl.”
Mr Tan’s cock hardened immediately when he heard the term “Daddy-O” used by Charlene. He hugged Rachel from behind, sniffing at Charlene’s scent from her t-shirt.
“Daddy-O. Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!” Rachel cried.
Mr Tan grabbed his cock with one hand and with the other parted Rachel’s cunt. Overcome with lust, he did not bother with foreplay but forced his cock into the tight hole in one swift stroke. He pumped Rachel furiously from behind, leaning forward to squeeze her breasts and taking in deep breaths of Charlene’s scent, all the while imagining that he was fucking his own daughter.
Rachel was swept up by Mr Tan’s animal lust and lost herself in her pleasure. She remembered her role though and occasionally moaned “Fuck me, Daddy-O!” for Mr Tan’s pleasure.
Mr Tan increased his pace and hugged Rachel even more tightly. Minutes later, he came a third time into Rachel. He turned Rachel’s head upwards for a kiss. “Don’t tell anyone and I will buy you whatever you want. When we are alone, your name is Charlene.”
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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (two part series!) You’re starting to struggle in class and decide to ask your professor for some tutoring or extra classes to boost your grade. He ends up assigning the last person you’d expect to tutor you. (is it really a surprise though?)
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: cw: talking about a car accident and infertility
smut 18+ (praise kink, dirty talk, oral fem receiving, hair pulling, marking, choking, slight spanking if you squint, slight bondage), major aftercare, fluff? This is pretty filthy lmao.
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For the next two or so weeks you avoid Bucky like the bubonic plague. You didn’t exactly hate the fact that he kissed, but he was your tutor. Isn’t that inappropriate? Let alone him being a part of a frat house. It wouldn’t be a good mix.
One good thing though is that your overall grade in class has gone up since your tutor sessions with Bucky so at least it wasn’t for nothing. He’s tried to talk to you in class a couple times when you didn't go to him but ended up giving up when you began showing up right when class started or going out of your way to even go near him.
Again, you didn’t hate him; hell you weren’t mad anymore, but you still avoided at all costs. It’s totally not because you're scared you’ll actually fall for him. How could someone like Bucky even look your way? Maybe he just wanted to get into your pants like all the boys in the house.
You didn’t tell Natasha that Bucky kissed but she could definitely tell that something was up. You were usually at Bucky’s frat house on weekdays but you’ve been canceling sessions every night since the incident.
One night you were studying alone in your apartment and Natasha was pacing around on her phone. She was dressed to go to a frat party tonight but it seems maybe her ride isn’t available. You wonder why she can’t herself when she has a car.
“Hey Y/n,” Nat crept up to you.
“Yes,” you drew out.
“Would maybe, possibly, perhaps, might be able to be my DD?” she asked.
“Your what?”
“My designated driver. Wanda has a family emergency; her and her brother flew out like an hour ago and I haven’t been able to find anyone to pick me up.”
“I can drop you off and pick you up,” you offered. You’d rather stay up late in case she wants to come home than stay at the party all night, especially if she finds another bed to stay in till morning.
“I mean you could do that but would it be more fun to actually party for once. Come on babe you’re too uptight, you need to have fun especially with how hard you’re working in school right now.”
“Nat, you know that’s not my scene.”
“Just stay with me. Or Bucky I’m sure he wouldn’t mind hanging with you tonight,” she suggestively, bringing confusion to your face.
“Huh?”
“Oh nothing Just come with me please? If it gets too much text me and I’ll let you know if I need a ride back home.”
“Actually?” you asked.
“Pinky promise.”
“Ok give me like 5 mins.”
You ran to your room and picked out an outfit you felt sexy but comfortable in; I mean if you were going to inevitably run into Bucky at this party might as well look presentable right? When you came out ready, Nat whistled, hyping you up and felt your face heat up a bit.
“Stop, let’s just go,” you averted.
You arrived at the house music booming from down the street. People outside drinking from red solo cups, cars already picking up drunks and dropping people off to get said drunk. You hastily parked the car and Nat grabbed your hand and pulled you close as you guys walked to the party. You weren’t going to lie, you were really nervous.
You heard stories about these parties but you were trying to convince yourself that they may be exaggerated somewhat but still didn’t do much for your nerves. When you walked you eyes almost immediately locked with Bucky’s. To say he was shocked to see you at a frat party was for sure an understatement.
Bucky began to move through the crowd to meet up with you but when he got to the entrance it was like you disappeared. Disappointed, he returned to the mini bar where the drinks were all held, where Steve served the drinks. Asked for a beer.
“How’s it going, man?” Steve asked.
“She’s here.”
“Nat? I really think there's something between us. I’m thinking about asking her on a proper date you know?”
“Really? That’s awesome, but I’m talking ‘bout Y/n,” Bucky clarified.
“What? I thought she hated parties.”
“I did too.”
As if on queue, you tapped Bucky on the shoulder.
“Hi.”
“Hey, what on earth are you doing here?”
“Nat needed a designated driver and Wanda and her brother are out of town.”
“Yeah Pietro lives here in the house, Steve drove him and Wanda to the airport a couple hours ago.”
You nodded your head and things got awkward again, but then again what’s new with that.
“Do you want anything to drink?”
“I can’t drink.”
“Oh right. Do we have soda?”
“We coke for the rum but you can take a can.”
“Thanks Steve,” you took a can of coke from him.
You and Bucky and Steve all held wholesome conversation for a little bit then Nat came and whisked him away. Bucky was put on bar duty from then on and you decided to keep him company until Nat was ready to go home. But so far from the way Steve and her were dancing together you didn’t think Nat was gonna wanna go home.
You asked Bucky how long Steve and Nat have had their little thing and apparently it’s been going on for awhile. You had sneaking suspicion that they were together in some way but since Nat never brought it up you didn’t want to bug her. It was pretty easy to figure out though considering she didn’t come home some nights.
They’re good together though and you hope they make it official soon.
Talking to Bucky, you felt a hand brush against but when you looked no one was there. You figured it was just getting crowded. After a couple of hours you decided to text Nat to see where she was. When she didn’t respond, you took it upon yourself to call her.
“Nat where did you go?”
“I'm in the car,” she slurred.
“What! You can’t be driving! How did you even get the keys?” you yelled.
“I snatched them from you when you and Bucky were flirting with each other. Steve couldn’t find his keys so I took yours,” she shouted into the phone.
“When did you- whatever, is he sober?” you asked.
“Yeah and I am not even that dru-,” she hiccuped.
“Nat…” you warned.
“Steve is my boyfriend and we’re clean. I’ll be safe; it’s not like I can have kids anyway.”
“Nat.” When you moved in together at the beginning of the year, you noticed one time her grabbing her lower stomach in discomfort and offered her any products for her period. She told you she doesn’t get one and being the dumbass you are you asked why. She told you when she was a teenager she got into a car accident that caused extreme internal bleeding causing Nat to become infertle.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” you apologized.
“It’s ok babe. If anything you be safe.”
“She can’t see you, babygirl,” you heard Steve say and laughed out loud.
“Oh! I’m winking!” she shouted.
“Oh my god. Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.
“Anyways buh-bye, girly!” she hung up the phone.
“What happened?” Bucky came up behind you. You looked over at the bar and saw Bruce bar-keeping.
“Nat took the fucking car with Steve.”
“Why didn’t he use my car?”
“She said he couldn’t find the keys and I guess it was easier to just steal from me when I wasn’t looking.”
“Wow, ok. Stealth much?”
“Right? She’s like a Russian spy,” you laughed.
“Well, you probably need a ride then,” Bucky brought up.
“I don’t know if I wanna go home knowing Steve is probably gonna be railing her into the next dimension.”
“Yeah, you can spend the night here. I can sleep on the floor.”
“Really?”
“Yeah it’s not a problem. We probably have an air mattress hiding somewhere.”
“Thanks Buck. well since I’m not going anywhere I guess I could have a drink now.”
“What’ll it be?”
You drank a couple beers feeling the alcohol beginning to flow effortlessly through your veins. The music was still booming through the house and you found yourself getting lost to the rhythm. You made your way to where everyone was also dancing and let the music guide your body sensually.
You didn’t notice it yet but Bucky was staring completely in love with the way you were moving. He’d never seen you in this kind of environment and definitely not in the clothing you were wearing. You looked truly sexy even more so dancing the way you were dancing; like you had control over everything in the world.
You soon felt a pair of hands circle around to your waist instantly knowing who they belong to. Bucky moved his hips snug against your backside perfectly fitting with you. You let your head lean back feeling Bucky breathe against your neck.
“You driving me crazy, doll,” Bucky whispered against your ear.
You shivered at his words.
“Please, let me show you how fucking stunning you are,” he moved his hands towards the front of your hips.
“What?” you turned around. You hadn’t expected Bucky to want to do anything with you.
“I can make you feel so good. You deserve it.”
“Bucky-”
“Do you want me to make you feel good?”
“I do,” you whined as he rubbed his hands against your lower back, pulling you so close.
He kissed you too softly, barely touching your lips, as he grabbed your hands and led to his room upstairs.
When you reached his room, the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat while your knees went to either side of his thighs. God his thighs. His hands went up your shirt grazing your bare skin with his fingertips as you continued to makeout sloppily.
“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging your shirt.
“Please, yes please.”
Your arms went over your head and Bucky slowly kissed the exposed skin as your shirt inched higher and higher up until he tossed it to the side. The straps of your bra left off shoulders and Bucky continued to kiss any exposed skin on your body. Your hands ran through his hair and you tugged his strands earning a moan in return.
You tugged at his shirt as well and he complied quickly getting rid of his shirt and throwing it to the side. Bucky hands ran over your bottom and you jumped off him nearly ripping your bottoms off your body. You heard bucky chuckled as he too took the opportunity to take his pants off leaving him in boxers and nothing else.
“I want to taste you baby girl,” Bucky bit at your ear.
Your body tensed a bit because although you were not a virgin, you were not that experienced, especially compared to Bucky.
“Is that ok? I’m sorry, we don’t have to do anything. I don’t want you to regret anything, princess. We can stop.”
“No! I don’t want to stop. No one’s just ever wanted to do that, you know,” you whispered feeling a bit overwhelmed.
“Oh baby, what kinda shit boys were you with? Let me show how good a woman is supposed to feel, got it?”
You swallowed hard, but nodded of course.
Bucky picked you up and gently laid you down onto the bed. His hands rubbed your thighs softly and he kissed your stomach ever so softly. He was trying his very hardest to make sure you were comfortable and relaxed as much as possible. Bucky traced the lining of your underwear and looked to you once again to make sure everything was ok by you. You nodded but that wasn’t enough for Bucky.
“Words, baby. I wanna hear you say it,” he whispered, lips against your inner thigh.
“Bucky,” you whined.
“Come on, baby. Use your words like a big girl,” he snickered.
“Please, touch me, Bucky. I want you to use your mouth on me like you promised.”
“There ya go,” he said pulling your underwear down your legs.
He slowly opened your legs and kissed your inner thigh leaving a dark purple mark for him to see and him only. When he was satisfied with the marks he left on your inner thighs he licked a slow and wet line against your pussy. Your hips instantly bucked into his face and your hands flew to his hair.
You tugged at his hair again and released a grunt from Bucky, the vibrations from his mouth pleasuring you even more. Bucky brought his fingers to your hole and he continued circling his tongue around your clit making you moan and arch your back.
He entered a finger into you and then another. You were already beginning to feel full from just his fingers alone, you couldn’t wait until he was able to fuck you balls deep. Your orgasm was approaching quicker than you anticipated, your toes curled and your back arched off the bed. Your heels dug into Bucky’s back but he simply continued to eat you out until you finally peaked.
“Bucky!” you shouted his name in pleasure.
“That’s it baby girl. You're my good girl, right?”
“Yes, I’m your good girl. Oh god, I’m cumming,” you moaned.
Bucky helped you ride out your first orgasm of the night completely enamored by your beauty. When you finally came down from you high you reached for Bucky pulling him into a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned into his mouth. You pulled him closer and sat up moving him to sit his back against his headboard.
“I don’t know what I want to do more, return the favor or ride you until my legs shake.”
“You can return the favor another time. Let me see you ride my dick, doll,” Bucky growled. Another time?
You crawled onto Bucky’s lap after he discarded his boxers letting his dick spring up, the tip red from lack of attention. It shocked you if you were being honest, it was so… big.
“Is that gonna fit?” you asked genuinely.
“Yeah, it will; but if it hurts too much you tell me to stop ok?” you nodded.
Bucky reached behind your back and unclasped your bra only to toss it to wherever the rest of your clothes were. His hands caressing your breasts; thumbs rubbing over your sensitive nipples, sending chills throughout your body. He kissed along your collarbone to your neck to your jaw before whispering in your ear.
“I have to grab a condom from the bathroom, baby girl. Sorry,” he began to move you.
“Why are you sorry?” you stopped him.
“I don’t wanna ruin the mood but safety is important before anything else.”
You weren’t gonna lie that actually kinda shocked you; and turned you on even more. You had completely forgotten about having a condom. You were on the pill but that doesn't mean you shouldn’t still use a condom. Bucky was back in no time and you took the condom from him wanting to put it on for him. Bucky moaned as you wrapped his dick and soon enough you were ready to go, arousal practically dripping down your inner thighs.
Bucky’s hand lid up to the back of your neck as you slid down his cock; both moaning at the feeling. You took a second to move but when you did things practically fell into pace. You quickly found a good rhythm for the both of you and soon enough you felt yourselves growing near climax.
Bucky’s hands gripped at your ass, grunting and moaning at the feeling of your walls gliding in and out of you. He smacked your ass leaving a slight red-ish mark for you to admire later. You pulled him closer, if that was even possible, burying your face in between Bucky’s neck and shoulder.
“I can feel ya getting close, baby. Fucking squeezing me. Feels so good, princess.”
“I'm gonna come, I’m so close.”
“Don’t come until I say so. Hold it, I know you can. Be my good little girl and fucking hold it.”
You sucked and kissed and licked his neck leaving little marks not nearly as big as the ones he was leaving all over you. Soon enough you felt the coil building in the pit of your stomach snap and you moaned so loud into Bucky’s ear, he almost came from hearing your moans.
“Sorry I literally screamed in your ear.”
“I told you not to come until I say so.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it anymore. You felt too good,” you whispered, barely audible.
“That doesn’t matter. I told you to hold it,” Bucky got off the bed and reached for his pants. You got so scared that he was going to leave; terrified. But instead he took his belt he was wearing and stalked back towards you. Oh how the butterflies in your stomach fluttered right now.
“Arms up baby girl. You don’t get to touch me now.”
You complied, your stomach fluttering immensely at the mere thought of what Bucky was going to do with you now. When he finished looping the belt around the headboard of the bed his hands ran along your entire body kissing here and there until back up to you.
“Too tight?” you shook your head.
“Perfect. Winter; say the word and I stop,” he kissed passionately, sliding back in you, pussy sensitive from orgasming twice tonight.
Bucky didn’t take as much time as you did before starting to slam into you over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, toes curling in themselves, tears brimming your eyes. Bucky fingers dug into your waist surely leaving more marks for you in the morning.
His hand came up to wrap around your neck and squeezed ever so slightly.
“Feel good? My little fucking slut, whining and wiggling under me,” Bucky said, more to himself than anything.
“Fuck-” you moaned. You wrists rubbing against the belt, trying to pull away so you could touch Bucky.
“What is it? You wanna touch me,” Bucky’s hand squeezed a bit more and you moaned even louder, legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer that way.
“Oh good please Bucky, let me touch you!”
“Uh-uh, bad girls don’t get what they want. If you want to touch me you have to beg me like the good little whore you are,” Bucky growled.
“Fuck Bucky please, I’ll do anything for you just me let me touch you. Please, please, please!”
“Tell me your mine.”
“I’m yours, Buck. All fucking yours. No one else’s!”
“No one is ever gonna fuck as good as I do. Your mine.”
“Yes! I’m yours, oh god,” you moaned.
Bucky was extremely close to cumming and so were you so he undid the belt with one hand skillfully and your arms wrapped around his body pulling as close to you as humanly possible. Your hands ran through his hair and pulled hard as you both fell over the edge. Bucky settled between your legs for a minute kissing your breasts, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath.
Bucky got up and discarded the condoms making sure there were no tears or rips considering how rough he’d been with you. He didn’t intend to be rough at first but his mind was so clouded with you he practically lost control; but you didn’t mind not one bit.
Bucky came back with bottled water from a small refrigerator he kept in the corner of his room and held you back and head as you brought the water to your lips. After satisfying your dry and hoarse throat, Bucky picked you up and set down on his bathroom counter, the cold of the marble counter in extreme contrast to your hot skin.
He cleaned you up and inspected your wrists making sure you weren’t hurt; although they were quite red and would probably hurt in the morning. Lastly, he grabbed a wipe and cleaned the remaining mess of makeup you had put on the night before speaking up again.
“Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to be,” Bucky caressing the sides of your waist. You shocked your head no; the face with a blissfully fucked out expression and a smile making Bucky chuckle. He rubbed your skin with lotion to ease any irritation anything may have caused and kissed the marks he made during sex. He admits that he really likes seeing you marked up by him knowing he’s the only one who gets to see them and make them. Makes him proud that he was able to fuck so good and you loved it too.
He picked you up and took you to bed; kissing you all over one last time before letting you fall asleep in his arms. The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Bucky whispering about how good were to him, calling you his good little girl; rubbing your back ever so softly putting you to sleep.
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You woke the next morning arms and legs tangled with another. You turn your head to find Bucky Barnes’ face tucked into your neck soft breaths tickling your skin. You rubbed his arms and back, nails lightly scratching him causing him to stir a bit.
Bucky pressed soft kisses against your skin and rested his large warm hands on your ass and thighs. You felt the urge to use the restroom and haven’t going last night, you figured you should as soon as possible. Prying your mildly sweaty body from his was obviously unsuccessful with how much stronger he was compared to you. His legs moved further in between your thighs and he began kissing your chest making you giggle in return.
“Bucky, I have to use the restroom,” you grabbed his face.
“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled and released his hold on you, not without whining of course.
You ran into his bathroom and shut the door. When you turned around you gasped realizing how marked up you were. Dark purple spots littered all over your chest and neck. Your wrists were bright red from the belt he used last night; however they didn’t hurt, a bit sore but not painful. Your thighs were also decorated with love bites and hickeys from Bucky last night and you smiled to yourself.
After you used the bathroom you cleaned yourself as well as possible but admittedly needed a shower in the end. You opened the door only to find Bucky, grinning like a little boy. You folded your hands underneath your chin evidently hiding your body with your arms as much as you could.
Bucky came up to you and placed his hands on your waist kissing the top of your head before turning you around to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. His body was flush against your and you could feel his dick sitting against your ass and lower back. His face came up and rested on your shoulder then grabbed your hands to wrap them behind his head and yours.
You played with his hair a bit feeling so confident and loved by the affection Bucky has been giving since you came into his room. His hands ran across your body everywhere they could reach before making eye contact with you in the mirror.
“Look at you, goddamn.”
“What?” you chuckled.
“Do you see what I’m seeing?”
You shook your head, feeling incredibly shy suddenly.
“Look how fucking beautiful and gorgeous and perfect you are. Geez, I can’t even handle it.”
You laughed out at how dramatic he was being.
“Goddamn, I could stare at your perfect body all fucking day,” he whispered, it wasn’t in a sensual tone however. It was almost like he was saying to himself, like he actually wanted to do as such.
“Please stay,” he asked you.
“Are you ok?” you sensed he was being incredibly serious, almost about to cry even.
His sad painted with sadness, eyes begging you to stay with him for the day. He wanted something with you.he wanted to be yours and hoped to God that you’d be his in return.
“Stay with me. Please?” you realized you didn’t think he was talking about staying for now, he meant stay with him, as a partner.
“What happened?” you caressed his face in your hands. He lifted you and placed you on the counter Like he did the night before, settling his hips in between your legs.
“They always leave,” he whispered.
“Who? ”
“I didn’t want to just sleep around with girls anymore so I started talking to them and taking them out but every time the night we had sex, they would always leave. I tried talking to them the next day but they always said they didn’t want anything out of it. So I stopped having sex altogether.”
Your heart ached for him. You didn’t want to do that to him. Of course you thought about it, but that was clearly before you realized Bucky wanted to be with you.
“I won’t leave.”
“We can stay in my room all day. You don’t even have to get out of bed. I can grab a couple game consoles from downstairs and we play on the tv. We order breakfast. I’ll wash your clothes. We have a washing machine in the basement,” Bucky said excitedly, you smiled excited as well for your day with Bucky.
“Can we take a shower first?” you asked.
“Yes of course, let’s take a shower.”
“Let’s?” you wiggled your eyebrows.
“Of course. Maybe we can pop in a couple rounds while we’re at it,” Bucky winked.
“Bucky!”
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Author’s Note: This fic is for day 2 of Nessian Month! If you would like to join, the prompts are on @illyrianet page!!! (Prompt used: Sex Toys)
Azriel’s eyebrows lifted as a fierce blush produced on Nesta’s cheeks. Why the hell did she ask about this in the first place? she should have known it was too personal of a thing to ask. But her embarrassment dimmed some when Azriel gave her a soft laugh.
“I usually go to this shop on the rainbow for all my stuff. I can give you the address and if you don’t want to go alone, I’m sure Mor or Feyre would be willing to go with you.“
Nesta sighed looking around to make sure that no one could hear them.
“I’d rather not go shopping for sex toys with my sister of all people. As for Mor, well, I know how much she loves to chat and I wouldn’t want the surprise to be ruined for Cassian when he comes back for his birthday tomorrow.”
Azriel nodded, “So you’re going alone?”
“That‘s the plan.” Nesta confirmed. wanting to end this conversatio, she had only asked because she had constantly heard about Azriel’s special talents, and she thought if anyone would know where a good place to get sex toys were it would be him.
“In that case, happy shopping. I’m sure whatever you end up getting Cassian will be more than pleased.” Azriel teased. Nesta rolled her eyes slightly as she made her way out of the house to make her purchases.
“Nesta!” Cassian called out, the house blowing him a sign of greeting as he smiled back at it.
“It’s nice to see you again too. Any idea where my mate has gone off to?“ He asked as the house produced a walkway of candles to communicate. Interesting.
“Thank you.” He said to the house as he made his way to the bedroom that Nesta and himself had designated as theirs.
“Nesta, sweetheart, I’m-“ The words clogged in his throat as his gaze darted to the mouth watering sight he saw. His cock hardening at the sight of her. Reminding him of how long it had been since he had been inside of her. Something he was hoping on remedying rather soon.
Nesta stood there in a red lace bra that shimmered in the light barely covering her voluminous breast looking as if they were going to spill out of it as his gaze traveled downward making sure to take his time. to drink her in.
Her underwear rested on her hips, displaying that marvelous ass of hers. making him want to travel his hands down the curves of her body before he took her right then and there.
But what had stopped him was that Nesta arms were attached to a specific device. her wrist bound by two red ribbons. His eyes than glanced at the table beside her. the table that had displayed numerous toys that were ripe for the choosing. his hazel brown eyes met her blue grey eyes. The desire written all over her face. He would gladly fuck that sweet cunt of hers until he had her screaming his name from her lips, but first he wanted to play.
He walked over to her slowly, assessing her, the way that beautiful body of hers seemed more than ready for him to take her. To please her. He knew that she wanted him to touch her, to kiss her. But if they were going to play this game, Cassian had more than his fair share of experience in it.
His finger drew across the satin ribbons holding her in place feeling their softness. They seemed to be durable for the most part. Which Cassian was pleased with. They needed to be with everything he had planned to do with her.
“These are new.“ He mused. He swore he could hear her breath catching. Could scent her desire. Her underwear nicely soaked, but that wasn’t nearly enough. he wanted her drenching them by the time he was ready to take her.
“I may have got them for your birthday.” She breathed as his hand slid over the ribbon once more. His eyes traveled to the array of toys beside them.
“Did you buy those as well?” He asked, his breath sweeping across her skin. He tightened the ribbons slightly. She nodded waiting for his next response.
“I bought them so we could have some fun.” She purred. The sound making Cassian’s cock ache with the need to plunge into her. To spend his seed so deep that she would smell of him for days. But now was not the time to be thinking of that. If Nesta wanted to play than they would play.
“Have you been thinking of all the naughty things I could do to you, Nes?” He asked inching forward, his body barely brushing against hers.
“Yes.” She breathed.
“There are so many things that I can do to pleasure you Nesta.“ His lips inches towards the shell of her ear, bitting it slightly. A approving gasp falling from her lips. “Did you want me to do all of them?”
“Yes. “ She said. His finger moving to her bra, sliding the strap of it down to bare her shoulder to him.
“I may not be gentle.“ He whispered. pressing his length to her. Letting her feel everything that she was doing to him. She gasped, Her bound hands moving towards him before she remembered that they were bound. She threw back her head looking deep into his eyes.
“Good, because I don’t want you to be.“ She replied. Making his cock harden at her words. at the implication of them.
“If I do something you don’t like-“ He started.
“Then I’ll stop you with no hesitation.“ She assured him meeting his heated gaze. “But right now I want you to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to sit right for days.“
“I think I can manage that.“ Cassian acknowledged. His lips curving in a wicked smile, ”But first I want you ready to accommodate me. I want everyone to scent your need for miles. You’ll be as wet as the Sidra when I finally slip into that paradise of yours.”
Cassian‘s eyes traveled to Nesta‘s hardened nipples. Them taunting him through the fabric of her bra, begging him to touch them, To taste them. He would do that and more to her. He would leave no place of her touched until she was crying out his name in pleasure. That thought alone nearly made him spill in his pants. He had to be careful, He couldn’t lose control too quickly. He wouldn’t do that to his beautiful mate before him.
His hands moved back to her bra circling her nipple through the fabric. Her breath catching slightly.
“Are you fond of these?” He asked. Letting her feel that fire in his gaze. He gestured to the bra and panties. Reminding him of the red of his siphons.
“I got it so you could do what you wanted with it.” She admitted, a mischievous smile on her face. as if she knew where his mind was. What he wanted to do with this particular outfit.
“I love the sound of that.” He growled, his hand going to the front of her bra, tearing it off and exposing her hardened nipples. “Because it’s getting in the way of you being bare before me.“
His hands yanked her underwear down Enough to where they hit her ankles. tying them there so she couldn’t move. Her body now fully exposed to him. Looking at her with his desires gaze. The body he had had multiple times, so much so that his scent seemed like a permanent part of her. His mate. The love of his life.
“Will you be good for me Nesta?” He asked tilting your her chin. He was entirely too clothed. And all he wanted was to strip down and stroke himself at the image of her there, waiting for him to do what he pleased with her. Knowing that there were so many possibilities.
“Yes General Cassian.” She promised, He grasped her hair, fingers i Tsing in that gods damned braid of hers as he pulled it out, her hair tumbling down past her breast.
“I want your hair down sweetheart.“ He pulled her hair crashing his lips down to hers, tongue sweeping in her mouth before he pulled back. “I’ll never tire of how you taste on my tongue. Though your mouth isn’t the only place I want to put my tongue.”
A small whimper escaped Nesta’s throat.
“Patience sweatheart, I’ll devour every inch of that beautiful sex of yours as soon as I’ve had my fill of you.“
He went to the table, eyeing the contents on it. All the choices she had laid out. He knew Nesta had never really experimented with all these things. Had seemed to grab everything she could get her hands on.
A small smile played over his lips as he picked up one that was double sided. He had never tried double penetration with his beautiful mate. But he knew it was one of her many fantasies.
He toyed with it glancing between it and her. Her glance looking eager.
He held it to his hard length, smirking the slightest bit.
“It may not be as big as I am, but it’ll get the job done until I’m ready for you.“ Cassian teased, her delectable scent filling his senses before he grabbed some oil off of the table along with the lubricant coating the toy so it would slid into his mate easier. although he guessed she had no trouble getting wet.
“Cassian.” She pleaded. Her patience wading, he set the toy down, the toy now glistening from the lubrications as Cassian gazed upon Nesta. her nipples hardened. Her sex soaked at the mere thought of everything he was going to do with her, that body of hers more than ready for him. but Cassian had always loved to tease Nesta. He wanted to see what her limits were. See how much she would beg for him to touch her, to sate that sex of hers until all she saw were stars.
Cassian’s hands went to his leathers, slowly undoing the pulls and the stays of them glancing at her waiting gaze as his cock sprang free. erect and patiently waiting. He pumped himself, hand sliding along his length slowly as she licked her lips remembering his taste. How she loved it when he fucked her mouth. He would have to do that later. when she wasn’t bound.
His shirt was next getting rid of it in one fail swoop, his naked body on full display for her. His length aching to be buried inside of her. He grabbed the jar, lathering his hand with the oil that smelled faintly of coconut, as he moved towards her breast. taking one of her nipples in his mouth as one of his hands kneaded the other. A moan falling from her lips as she tossed her head back exposing that beautiful throat of hers.
He grazed her nipple with his teeth softly enough to grab her attention. until her nipple was pebbled underneath his mouth, her other breast slick with oil As he moved to it., the taste of coconut filling his mouth as he licked and sucked at it. his hand massaging her other breast, her breath quickenin. He pinched her nipple releasing her other one kissing down the length of her body until he was done to her sweet, sweet sex. Her scent perfuming the his nostrils. He wanted to taste her. but first.
He grabbed the lube, making sure her ass was prepped and ready,
“Ready mate?” He asked.
She nodded breathing hard, He lightly pinched her clit making her gasp.
“I want you to tell me you’re ready sweetheart.“
“Yes. Gods yes.”
He grabbed the dildo, examining it as he pressed a button, the vibration going up his arms. He chuckled. testing the vibrations counting ten different settings Wanting to test all of them.
He moved the toy to her center, the other end penetrating her ass as she gasped slightly at the vibration as he moved it in and out of her. Kissing the side of her hip picking up his pace with it. Hitting the button again as Nesta cried out, Cassian glancing up taking in the look on her face. Looking like she wanted nothing more than to lose herself, He hit the button again. Nesta screaming out in pleasure as Cassian lost his careful restraint. Grasping the underwear at her ankles and tossing them to the side.
He placed her feet on his shoulders hitting a different angle as tears of ecstasy sprang in her. his tongue flicking her clit making her cry out.
“Cassian.” She cried. “Cassian, I-“
“Does it feel better than my cock inside you?” He asked shoving it deeper, her gasps turning to sobs. The dildo coated with her wetness. Cassian would do anything taste her release, but he had to get her closer.
“No.“ She gasped out. “Nothing-is better-than you.“ She breathed, her words coming out gruntled. He licked her again.
“Do you want me inside of you Nesta?“ He said shoving it deeper. “Do you want to finish with me inside of you?”
“Yes.“ She cried out as Cassian pulled the dildo out of her, tossing it to the side, tasting her delicious sex of hers until he had his fill before he lifted her up wrapping her legs around his waist, her wrist still bound as he sheathed himself inside of her filling her to the hilt as she moaned clenching around him. Knowing that she was close. He leaned in closer to her ear, biting down on her neck, sucking on it until an impression was left on her skin. As he tasted her his lips moving up her neck until he got to her ear whispering,
“Hold on tight, Nes.”
He thrusted up into her, His name falling from her lips moving in and out of her moving with her body. giving her exactly what she wanted, what they both wanted.
He quickened his pace, bucking his hips harder. licking, biting, and sucking on her neck. Her moan and sobs in her lips. Her legs shaking with the force of her gathering orgasm, her wetness coating his cock.
”Come for me mate. Let that release from that glorious sex of yours coat me. I’m so close Nes, So, So close, fall into oblivion with me sweetheart.“ He thrust harder hitting the exact spot he knew would send her over the edge, as her eyes rolled on the back of her head. Noises damn near primal falling from her mouth.
“Fuck, Nesta, Fuck, I love you.” He gasped out crashing his mouth to her, tasting every inch of it and her mouth as he felt her clenching around him, Her releasing around him in sweet ecstasy as his own release spewed in her. Pumping her until his seed was spent. until every inch of her was filled with him.
She leaned her head against his shoulder as he pulled the ribbons on her wrist, releasing them with ease as he carried her to the bed, still inside her, Not wanting to lose the feel of her as he laid her on the bed. kissing her through sweet nothings and words of admiration until he pulled her to him, pressing a kiss to her hair.
“Best birthday present ever. ” He mused as him and his mate feel into a blissful sleep.
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