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skitskatdacat63 · 4 months

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And here is the bull himself >:)

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I was like, ah I should make the shadow something interesting, and then I'm like GIVE HIM BULL HORNS???? OKAY SURE !!!!! I'm glad such thoughts can strike at 7 in the morning....thanks brain. But hehehe I'm glad bcs now this matches up super well with the Nando one!

New ship dynamic: who's the bull and who's the matador :)

I think, in this AU, Fernando is generally pretty fond of Seb when he first meets him. Like "ah yes my very own protégé, very nice, I shall mold him in my image." But then Seb starts veering off that course. Bullfighting is all about being dramatic, but Seb maybe has a bit too much(🤏) flair for the dramatic. This escalation starts while he's still Fernando's assistant but he keeps it generally at bay. But god when he becomes a matador himself, he's just off the rails insane.

Bullfighting, to me, is a sport about reckless endangerment of one's self in the pursuit of drama and performance(its literally described as a tragedy in three acts.) But Fernando thinks Seb endangers himself *too* much, not because he cares or anything, but he's making a mockery of the sport!! Especially when Seb starts doing that bull hand symbol(seen above), Fernando just keeps become more enraged with him, not anything to do with the fact that Seb is threatening his records and threatening his own wellbeing, nah of course not.

Seb's gesture is making a mockery of the sport, he's disrespecting the culture, the very nature of it, blah blah blah. Jenson once asks Fernando, after noticing him seething while watching Seb do his gesture, "Which bull are you really trying to defeat?" One could also describe Fernando and Seb's relationship as a "tragedy with three acts."

Anyways Fernando gets very tied up with this rivalry. Even after suffering a severe injury(I have yet to decide, but y'know mchonda electrocution core), he quickly returns to the sport, loath to let Seb get any more headway. And then Seb gets injured, poor little sweet Seb, and neither of them can handle it. Though I already covered this in my prev lore post 🤭 and I think I put it pretty viscerally there so!! I digress.

They're both matadors, but the bull itself is not the only bull Fernando wants to conquer. Conquer as in death? Hm.

#i love matador au all my homies love matador au #<- its a lot of fun for me to draw and easy to have ref for :) so its like my little comfort drawings #even tho i want to sob every time i write any of the lore down bcs it is so </3 #ah i just like how visceral it is ig #f1 is a dangerous sport but bullfighting is just. such another level of maniacs 😭#ive talked abt this a lot w cofi lmao its just super interesting to me. just the whole mentality and display and culture of it #also just: trajes de luces go brrrrrrr #ah one day ill draw both of them in green suits 🤭🤭#i had a chibi art of this au i was working on bcs i didnt have mental energy for a full thing #or at least i THOUGHT so #ive had the refs for this since 2 wks and im like YOU WILL FINISH THIS bcs i rly liked the pose 😭#so then i just drew for like 5 hours straight. yknow as one does #and wrote this post at uh. 8 am. normal time for one to be drawing and writing. as one does.#WELL ANYWAYS PLEASE ENJOY MATADOR SEB #this au grips me the throat 😭 i rly enjoy it 😭#i have a lot of thoughts ab the au lore itself but also drawing these is very no thoughts head empty <3 #also god side note. pink stockinks. i hated the idea of them at first. but now im like hehe hot pink time 🥰🥰#its crazy how it doesnt clash that much??? i thought it would ruin the outfit but ah they suit everything p well #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #catie.art.#matador au

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lavenoon · 1 year

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Okay, gonna go slightly for pain with this ask:

We all know the boys love and adore their games. How would Dawn/Dusk/Eclipse react to a game having gone just a step too far? Like at first it was all fun, heeheehoohoo, but then y/n either starts crying or outright states 'this isn't fun anymore, that hurt'. And possibly the reason it got to that point was because y/n didn't want to seem like they were rejecting the boy(s) and this is all in good fun right(?) so they just sort of pushed the negative feelings aside until it just got to be too much, leading to the straw breaking the camels back and causing them to possibly be in tears and then feeling horrible because they didn't know how to communicate their earlier discomfort. How would the boys react to the initial fallout and would it change their demeanor for a while, would they try to talk about it, clear the air? Would they try to pretend all was well why also walking on eggshells?

-P

You went so hard with the pain, I have a short answer, and a longer answer for a slightly different scenario

First also the disclaimer, Eclipse does not play like his brothers, he's playful, but rarely snarky with people he likes (unless it's Sun and Moon, that lovely brotherly bond), plus he doesn't really get that sort of contact with Y/N until way later - so he's not going to be a part of this, sorry!

The short answer for this scenario is simply... They don't have a future, or at the very least need distance for a good while until they can stomach each other again. A scenario where Y/N let the boys believe in a playful rivalry/ friendship filled with teasing banter even though it hurts them is simply doomed. The boys trusted Y/N to be honest, and they didn't get that, and have to realize that all they built together is now shattered, all while Y/N doesn't even know where to start trusting the boys again after that last metaphorical gut punch. The boys of course apologize, and promise not to do it again - so they all withdraw into polite distance, because do they even know each other? It's not a happy ending, and I can't see myself entertaining it for long - either be honest from the start and immediately say when things get uncomfortable, or genuinely love banter, both are fine. But letting them trust in a friendship while letting them hurt you is just... No

For the longer answer I'll grab this ask again - what if it's just one of those days where insecurities lurk closer to the surface, setting Y/N on edge? Since you specified Dusk and Dawn, I'll do the scenario where Robin just. tries to engage in the usual banter, but pre-reveal in main/ reverse AU respectively, and of course not successfully.

So Dusk has the advantage of being generally more attuned to Robin's feelings, because they aren't as defensive with him as reverse AU Robin with Dawn. He'd probably notice something is up quickly - their responses are slower, they zone out more, and they seem more like a shadow of themself the entire night.

But after the nth near-misstep, Dusk still underestimates just how badly a little comment like "Your head's really not in the game tonight, huh?" would be received.

Robin immediately stops, and Dusk does just a few steps later, looking back to find them shaking, hands balled into fists, and staring at the ground.

He freezes. This was not his intention, and his mind is racing - the comment is completely in line with what they usually throw at each other, in fact, they’ve hurled much worse at each other at the beginning of their rivalry - but still this is the first time he’s seen them break like that.

The thing is, Robin is proud, and stubborn. Pre-reveal, there's no admitting to being hurt - not immediately. Just a strained, shaky, forced out between clenched teeth;

"Best if I leave, then."

And they do. Still tense, they just turn, walking back the way they came from, focusing so very hard on not crying right there that they don't notice how Dusk immediately follows them. he can afford it - because he doesn't care about the mission that much, and there aren’t any people to impress or fool, just them, and that’s all he cares about in that moment. He much prefers these missions as a way to spend time with his little rival, so this? This is not what he wanted.

He pulls them to the side, the funny act immediately dropped. Gentle, but insistent, even as Robin avoids looking at him. Still shaking.

"Hey, what's going on with you?"

"Nothing."

"Neither of us believes that. Little bird, it's never 'best if you leave'."

And that's when they break. Fold like a house of cards, and all Dusk can do is hush reassuringly as he kneels beside them, checking their surroundings to ensure they won't be interrupted. He's not caging them in, but rather trying to project stability as he holds on to them, hands reassuringly on their shoulders as his thumbs brush soothing circles through their clothes. It's an awful kind of deja vu - Robin, crumbled before him, and he doesn't quite know what to do.

At least this time they aren't bleeding.

"But what if?"

None of that.

"I much prefer you being here. Who else would I trust at my back?"

And that.. That already helps. It's that absolute trust that they already have, and even in that spiral of negativity Robin finds they can hold on to that.

If only to argue.

"But I keep messing up."

"You're having a bad day. Everyone gets those - not everyone's as stubborn as you though. I just lock myself in my office and don't insist on going out."

"You get bad days?"

"Sure do. Mostly days where talking gets too exhausting. Hard to explain that without words though, so I just do paperwork until it passes."

"You don't gotta talk with me. I'll get it."

Robin, ever deflecting, has no issues trying to comfort Dusk - but he just chuckles, and gives their forehead a little flick.

"That's sweet, but we're talking about you right now, birdie. Do you want to go back? Postpone this?"

They shake their head before ducking down, aware of the risk they're asking him to engage in. It still feels like failure if they go back, and their brain isn't kind to them about it.

"We'll be extra careful, then. You gotta stick close, okay?"

He's still lighthearted, holding out his hand, not a hint of anger or bitterness or annoyance in his expression. They can't really trust their own mind right now, but they trust him. After months of working with him, and ironically because of all the banter he flung at them before - they know he’s honest, as far as is possible for them in their line of work, and wouldn’t trick them like this. He’s not that cruel.

They take the hand.

"Nice. Once you're back home, you gotta put on your comfiest pajamas though, and make yourself a hot chocolate. Extra sweet. Doctor's orders."

And that's when they find their laughter again, too <3

Dawn, as mentioned above, has it a little harder. Not just because Robin is more on edge around him, but also because he is simply an idiot about it all and more prone to fucking up.

Their shared undercover missions are also social, which adds another stressor for Robin. More people to fool and entertain with polite small talk, which just gets harder by the minute. They struggle to keep up with conversations more and more, spiraling internally about "Oh god, I'm not paying enough attention, am I even smiling? What if I'm giving us away, what if I'm the reason we fail, that'd just prove them all* right -"

(*all being in this case everyone at the agency, including Dawn, as obviously they're all just waiting for Robin to fuck up and boot them from the agency)

Dawn is an idiot, but he's not blind. He notices their fumbling, their strained smiles - and ever efficient, he gives them an out. Hand on their shoulder and leaning in close, creating a bit of a cover for Robin.

"You seem unwell, my dear. Did you eat something wrong? Perhaps you should go, freshen up a little?"

And then lower, quieter, just for their ears:

"You're slipping. Go take a breather."

Robin, stone-faced, goes to do that without another word. There's some awkward chuckles from their former conversational partners, pointing out how there might be "trouble in paradise" - and while Dawn is aware that their situation is nowhere near "paradise", he can't help but agree with the rest of the sentiment.

He saw their expression. He's seen them smug, he's seen them shocked, he's seen them scared, he's seen them happy, he's seen them angry - this is the first time he's seen them resigned.

The breather doesn't stay a breather. After ten, fifteen minutes pass, now Dawn is the one obviously getting antsy, and promptly excusing himself to go check up on his "date". (He's peripherally glad that he gave the explanation of them eating something wrong, because sickness is a valid cover, which both of them need right now.)

He doesn't find them in the bathrooms, nor near any of the public balconies. But the fresh air does give him that idea - his little thief likes their high vantage points.

He finds them on the roof, which they should not have access to.

Robin, hearing the door click, has a good idea of who found them, and only curls up tighter where they're huddled, as hidden as they can get.

"Why are you hiding?"

Dawn isn't here to play games - the mood for that left him as soon as they looked at him with empty eyes. Maybe he'd do well to be just a tad gentler, but he's confused, and honestly kind of worried, so he slips into bluntness.n (They aren't at the stage where he can show concern - is what he thinks)

Robin is still hiding, even with Dawn right there already, and only acts defensively.

“Please, just do your thing. Don’t let me hold you back.”

They may hide it behind the passive aggression, but the fear is very real. They are holding him back, making him cover for them, making him look for them, and they can’t do anything right, huh?

The soft sound of shifting clothes, and then there’s a hand tilting up their head to meet his eyes. Confusion twists his expression into a frown, and Robin lowers their gaze almost immediately to escape that searching expression.

“Darling, in what world would you be holding me back?”

“In this one, obviously.”

They try to slip out of his hold - but then his other hand cups their face too, and looking away becomes even harder. He looks bewildered, and it makes no sense.

“Do you think I have any interest in being down there without you by my side?”

That makes even less sense.

“You can do better without me -”

“Will you stop slandering my partner? I can do differently, not better. And I want you down there, with me.”

Robin can’t take it anymore - they push his hands away, trying to curl away, even as one of those hands settles on your shoulder instead.

“But it’s true, I’m just faking, I’m pretending to be a good agent and somehow I fooled a couple people and now I just -”

And there’s a handkerchief, dabbing away those first spilled tears. (A fancy one, in red. A little embroidered Sun in a corner, because initials aren’t really an option.) Robin freezes, the rest of their sentence dying in their throat.

“The outcome is the same, dear. Your results don’t change just because your mind tells you to invalidate your efforts. There’s no one else I’d rather have at my side to stomach these kinds of events.”

Deflection is easier, always.

“... You don’t even have a stomach.”

“Which makes the need for an outlet even more dire, no? Have you seen the suit on that ginger? Their lapels are barely ironed!”

Some of that indignation is real, and Dawn realizes a second too late that this… perhaps isn’t the time. But another second later Robin giggles softly, and maybe it was the time, after all.

He softens.

“Why don’t you go ahead and set up the bug - we have everything we need from those people, and I’ll go ahead and say you’re feeling unwell. We can leave right after.”

Their smile is small, and hesitant, but he’s never seen anything that filled him with more relief.

“Okay.”

For good measure, he smiles at them too, tilting his faceplate just a little. Wraps their fingers around his handkerchief - it’s for them to keep, and he’s so very glad when they do <3

Post reveal, should something like this happen again, the boys are prepared - and much less limited in their reactions. They’ll get to reassure them in the moment - and also at home, ensuring Robin actually rests and doesn’t push themself too far, while taking care to not set them off again. It’s not quite walking on eggshells, because they’re more than capable of being soft, but the gentleness is definitely palpable (because neither of them would try to hide it) <3

#answer let luce #P asks #accidentally undercover #au alt timeline #AU AU AU #after trials and tribulations I finally finished this #*looks at my still not smaller inbox* *sighs* /lh #this entire ask is 2K+ words #I will not apologize #Dawn's scenario is a little longer simply because undercover missions involve a bit more people that need to be taken care of #story wise I mean #Dusk can just straight skip to the comfort #I sat on this for days now please just have it oh my god fghdjs #tumblr fought me so hard #almost lost a bunch of words at some point and then it wouldn't let me paste the text in after I switched to docs #so im not going to proofread this i just need it out #enjoy

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Can I request for any sleepover headcanons for khr girls? Like, what are the things they would do when they spend the night together? They hardly receive love and recognition 🥺

Of course you can, my darling anon! I fully agree - the KHR girls are amazing and deserve more love and recognition! I had a blast thinking of these and imagining their sleepovers! I hope you enjoy!

I’m going to get my least popular opinion out of the way here! Just a reminder that this is just my personal opinion and read on the characters! But I feel that, while they can be respectful and polite to each other and can spend limited amounts of time together, especially for the sake of their mutual friend, Hana and Haru are not friends. They’re friendly enough but they don’t go out of their way or attempt to spend too much time together. They’re both just such different people and their personalities do kind of clash if they’re together for too long. Kyoko’s mature enough to realize that, though she’s friends with both of them, the two girls don’t need to be close to each other and so Kyoko makes sure that she has separate sleepovers with Haru and with Hana so that both can be as enjoyable as possible.

Haru and Kyoko tend to schedule their sleepovers to coincide with Haru and Kyoko appreciation days. They’ll almost always invite I-Pin and Bianchi along, encouraging both girls to have their own appreciation days as well. I-Pin often takes them up on the offer and Bianchi does every now and then. There’s shopping, a trip to the cake shop, supper out before everyone heads back to Kyoko or Haru’s for the sleepover. If Bianchi is there, there’s always quite a bit of boy talk and giggling. These sleepovers, whether it’s just Kyoko and Haru or all four of the girls, tend to be the more stereotypically girly ones, with hair and make-up, boy talk, silly magazine quizzes, dessert aplenty, and lots of silliness and bonding.

With Hana, however, Kyoko tends to have more sleepovers but less eventful ones. It’s nothing for Hana to end up spending the night at Kyoko’s after a study date between the two of them runs late, with Hana often helping Kyoko with math homework and Kyoko helping Hana with her foreign language skills. Hana is a pretty solid main stay around Kyoko’s house and sleepovers for the two girls tend to be relaxed and often spur of the moment.

Chrome slowly warms up to the idea of sleepovers with Haru and Kyoko, but it does take a while. They make her nervous and its baby-steps in getting her to not leave in the middle of them. It’s not often she agrees to a sleepover, though she does enjoy the company of the other girls and is always so appreciative that they want her there. It’s just that it’s out of her comfort zone and she finds she doesn’t sleep well in the quiet of the sleepover, after the others have fallen asleep. There’s always some noise at Kokuyo Land, whether it be Ken snoring or Chikusa wandering around late at night. There’s always something and, at sleepovers, it’s so quiet for Chrome. She might go maybe once every couple of months and Kyoko and Haru are good about always inviting her and never holding it against Chrome when she says no. When she does join them for a sleepover, the two really go out of their way to try to spoil the other girl with attention and snacks and feminine bonding, since they know she lives mostly with males.

Adelheid and Shitt P. don’t have ‘sleepovers’ per se. They do spend a lot of time together and they’ll set aside certain nights to hang out in each other’s rooms and crash together but neither of them really slaps the sleepover label onto them. Adelheid really tries hard to spend quality time with each member of the family and those nights are a large portion of her quality time with Shitt P. On top of that, both girls are really surrounded by men in their family and sometimes, it’s nice for both of them just to have the company of another girl. Those nights together help them really build a bond and the two of them goof around, watch movies, play dress-up or do make-up, eat delicious food, and talk about a lot of things. Secrets get shared, serious and silly topics discussed. It’s just a routine thing for them but time that both girls do treasure.

Bonus headcanon – Lal Mirch has had one sleepover in her entire life, and it was with Luce. Lal accepted Luce’s invitation to have a ‘girl’s night together’ to be polite and out of respect for the other woman’s kindness. While she swore at the time she’d rather have spent the evening getting teeth pulled because she felt so out of her element, it’s now a memory she rather cherishes.

#replies #headcanons #khr headcanons #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #bianchi #haru miura #kyoko sasagawa #i-pin #chrome dokuro #hana kurosawa #adelheid suzuki #shitt p.#lal mirch #luce

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abysslll · 2 years

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mentor

taglist: @chaotic-queer-disaster @cnnamonrolls @strawberrystarcake @heart4brains @astralrunic @wherearetheplants @sugarflowerss @doublelifer @vraecchio

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd fifteen #bsd dark era #dazai osamu #luce draws stuff #this is a really quick sketch but i think it's p good??

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glazelilyy · 1 year

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SO ITS NOT JUST ME THANK GOSH 😭😭 THEY WON'T STOP FOLLOWING ME

anon as i am writing this two more have just followed me

#luce chats—☆#THEY NEVER END #this is about p*rn bots btw

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cjrights · 2 days

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she loves me swear swear

#luce my twin #it was a tiktok about dr pepper #twin HATES dr p #i love it #it’s my lifeline

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partiallystar · 2 months

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just went to an internet friends abandoned blog and the last post on her tumblr 7 years ago is my face. jess hope ur doing well over in england innit

#p #high school luce jumpscare

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qindil · 7 months

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Lucifero: un nome occulto che sta per SANGUE

Tratto e tradotto dal thread @AmurakaHidden 🧵 Quindi avrebbe senso dire che il nostro DNA emette LUCE o Fotoni. Paracelso considerava il SANGUE la Condensazione della Luce. I fotoni sono chiamati Particelle Messaggere (di Luce). TUTTI gli Esseri Viventi sprigionano un’AURA, che solo alcuni possono vedere. Questa LUCE viene sprigionata dal CORPO per mezzo del DNA. Il Colore ROSSO è associato…

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voglatte · 3 months

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smut con matías y que sea muy dom porfa, im begging you bestie 😢

⊹ ┊OR NAH ꒱ .ﾟ

↷ ˊ- pairing: matías recalt x f!reader.

warnings: +18, dom!matias, minors dni, choking, dirty talk?, creampie, p en v, thigh-riding, (leer bajo su responsabilidad).

summary: matías no se salva de caer bajo tus encantos aún sabiendo que eres prohibida.

• dani’s typing… ! siento que no sirvo para escribir smut pero bueno hago todo lo posible para que quede decente.

las luces de colores adornaban el lugar junto con un puño de gente en la pista de baile, sintiendo la música que sonaba dentro del local donde se encontraban.

ya habías dejado de sentir tus piernas pero aún así decidida seguiste moviendo tus caderas con movimientos circulares mientras tus manos bajaban por tu figura cubierta por un fino vestido negro de cuero.

no pasó más de dos minutos cuando la respiración pesada y entrecortada de alguien chocaba contra tu cuello caliente, no le diste mucha importancia y seguiste bailando pegando tus caderas a la notable intimidad del “extraño”.

tu cuerpo se relajó al sentir el característico olor de hierba con menta, que te volvía loca.

“te quiero comer entera, nena” la voz de matías sonaba un poco más profunda de lo que era haciendo que tus muslos se apretaran para aliviar el calor que se posaba en tu vientre.

no dejó pasar el detalle subiendo su mano hasta tu cuello dándole un pequeño apretón y riendo.

“sos una atorada, muñeca. espera que por lo menos estemos en un lugar más privado” dió un último apretón en tu cuello dejando la marca de los anillos que adornaba sus dedos y de un jalón te llevó fuera del local sin decirle a nadie.

sentías tus pantys mojadas y la cara interna de tus muslos llenarse de tu excitación.

“te voy a coger tan duro que te voy a dejar hecha un desastre, hm” la pesaba mano apretó tus mejillas dejando tus labios en forma de pez, para adentrarse a su auto con tu compañía.

tu respiración se entrecortó frotando por milésima vez tus muslo, tu centro pedia a gritos atención y matías no estaba aguantando más.

llegaron en tiempo récord donde él residía y sin perder tiempo estampó tu espalda contra la puerta de la moderna casa haciéndote gruñir por la rudeza.

“ahora muñeca, te vas desquitar tu misma en mi muslo mientras veo esas tetas tuyas rebotar enfrente de mi” al tiempo de la luz te despojó de tu vestido haciéndote sentar sobre él, en su cómodo sillón. “es mejor que vayas empezando desde ya” golpeó tu glúteo.

una mancha ya se formaba en los pantalones claros de matías y podías decir que te avergonzaba lo necesitada que estabas pero es que nunca lo podías evitar, más cuando se ponía autoritario, dándote órdenes.

tus caderas empezaron a tomar vida propia moviéndose para adelante y atrás consiguiendo el ritmo perfecto, tus gemidos salieron de tu boca al sentir la áspera tela de sus jeans contra tu clítoris aún cubierto por la fina capa de la ropa interior.

su boca aprovechó de morder y chupar tus sensibles pezones mientras dos dedos de su mano llegaron a tu boca, lo entendiste completamente y empezaste a chuparlos casi atragantándote.

“soy adicto a tus tetas, amor” ronroneó sintiendo la húmeda de tu boca contra sus dedos y la viscosidad en su prenda inferior.

el único sonido que se escuchaba eran las succiones de matías junto a tus gemidos cada vez más agudos que indicaban que estabas a punto de venirte.

tus movimientos se volvieron más desordenados cosa que lo notó y te hizo parar.

negó sonriendo, disfrutaba verte así toda arruinada con tus cabellos sudados pegados a tu frente y con la máscara corrida, culpa de las pequeñas lágrimas que salían de tus ojos por placer.

“no amor, te vas a venir en mi polla” te hizo levantarte con el leve temblor en tus piernas hasta llegar a su espaciosa habitación con la cual ya estabas familiarizada.

llegó a tumbarte en las acolchadas mantas mientras se desprendía de sus prendas con extrema rapidez, sus dedos bajaron el elástico de tu ropa interior dejando ver tu intimidad brillante cosa que le hizo agua la boca.

pero ya sería para otro momento, todo lo que quería era cogerte hasta que alguno de los dos no dieran más.

su polla ahora liberada y rodillas apoyadas en el colchón hizo que se inclinara un poco, pegando toda su masculinidad a tu vientre.

la deslizó unas cuantas veces en tu centro haciéndote lloriquear como una mimada lo cual fue reprendido por dos fuertes nalgadas en tus glúteos dejándolos rojos.

“cerra la boquita” dió dos golpecitos suaves en tu mejilla mientras tus labios formaban un puchero. “¿estás lista para lo que te voy a dar o no?” y con un leve asentimiento de tu parte su miembro se hizo espacio entre tus labios inferiores, cavando profundo en una sola estocada que te hizo gritar.

sus manos se mantuvieron firme en la parte trasera de tus muslos pegándolos a tu pecho mientras veía en primera plana como tu intimidad tragaba su polla.

sus manos ya marcadas en tus muslos y glúteos por las nalgadas que te daba cuando sentía su miembro ser apretado por tu intimida.

“preciosa, me vas asfixiar con tu coño” dijo entrecortado, su respiración se iba agitando con el paso del tiempo.

tu intimidad absorbía su polla y la apretaba de una manera exquisita para él que se encontraba al borde del colapso, en esos minutos donde sus movimientos se hicieron perezosos y sus gruñidos eran más fuertes, tomó tu cuello con rudeza apretando en el punto clave.

dos, tres, cuatro estocadas más y su semilla desbordaba de tus pliegues junto a tus jugos. la habitación olía a sudor y sexo, inhalaste por la boca queriendo agarrar todo el aire que se te había escapado.

se quedó observando un momento como su semen se mezclaba con los jugos de tu intimidad y sintió otra vez el calor en su vientre.

dejó un beso algo bruto en tus labios y se acostó al lado de tu figura mientras te apretaba junto a él.

no bastaron diez minutos cuando sonó un móvil, era el de matías y el nombre que alumbró la pantalla fue “enzo”, esperó unos segundos y le respondió a su amigo.

— “hey boludo ¿de casualidad mi hermana anda con vos?” se escuchaba cierto ruido por el móvil, indicando que aún seguía en el boliche.

— “lamento informarte que no, creo que me comentó que se iba a quedar donde lena y que la iba a pasar buscando, seguro se le pasó decírtelo a vos” a veces no sabía con que cara mentirle a su amigo cuando a su lado tenía a sus mismísima hermana en brazos.

— “ya la llamaré, dale matu ¡gracias!” sonó un característico sonido indicando que había trancado.

te reíste un poco para luego negar con tu cabeza.

“no se si sabés pero lena me dijo que ya no la usáramos como cuartada” dijiste y el rodó los ojos.

“en realidad, no me importa” se lanzó contra tu boca, besándola sin ningún apuro.

así es, te estabas enredando con el amigo de tu hermano desde hace ya varios meses pero ninguno tenía la cara de decirle por lo que se mantenían en secreto y les estaba gustando a ambos, le daba un poco más de emoción a la situación.

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by ﹫ VOGLATTE ╱ ando trabajando en más escritos que próximamente los voy a estar publicando, paciencia que a veces me llegan muchos pedidos (los tqm) .ᐟ

#matias recalt #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #matias recalt smut #matias recalt x reader #enzo vogrincic #voglatte post .ᐟ #matias recalt fanfic

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zelda7999 · 1 year

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"We don't photo all that well..." "Nah... It's perfect."

Original comic & Art here -> Click me!! Here!! Right here!!! (Which is also based off @naffeclipse's Cryptid Sightings!! <3) OG art by the amazing @lavenoon

I wanted to show my love and appreciation for all the beautiful content you make, you inspire so much! Making beautiful art, comics, writing, and more!~ <3 <3 <3 Just by being you, you're stunning and I cannot express how much I adore you as a person ;w; <3 <3 <3

And since the only way I know how to show affection is through art-- I thought what better way to show appreciation for your content than to make a gift out of my favourite comic you did <3 <3 <3

#My Art #Based off Luce's Comic <3 #Cryptid Sightings #Cryptid Sightings au #cw body horror #cw elongated limbs #Cryptids don't photograph well #They're always blurry #but the clear vers is very nice too #Sending all my love and appreciation your way #I adore you <3 #And I show that best with art #You inspire me so much <3 #I would make 1000+ art pieces for you if I could #I'll just have to work my way up to it ;P #Keep up the amazing work Luce!#and to you too Naff!#We wouldn't be so normal without you sdhjfgajk #<3 <3 <3

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gingerjolover · 6 months

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idea from your prompt list… i’m thinking reader saying number 28 regarding jbs tramp stamp. a little “me and the boys are getting tattoos” and her not giving reader any other info… then boom. tramp stamp.

I was in the middle of writing something about the tramp stamp and was so stuck, and this helped me sm so thank you anon :)

wc is somewhere around 700 words (short king!)

julien baker x fem!reader - #28 "This not what I expected."

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Julien is murmuring against your skin, her lips leaving small kisses on your cheek and jaw. She's half snuggled into you, her body hanging off the bed, arms effectively pinning you down. A yawn escapes you; she pulls back, eyes wide and teasing as she watches you yawn, a grin stretching across her face. It's like she can't help it, leaning in and kissing you again, moving up to your temple.

"Where are you going again?" you mumble sleepily. She laughs lightly, mumbling against your skin, "the boys and I are getting tattoos”. She smiles, kissing underneath your ear when you hum in acknowledgment.

"You'll be back by lunch?" you murmur, half asleep, leaning into your girlfriend's affections. "Mhm, should be back by 1:30... you want me to bring you something?" Julien asks, rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your head. She wants nothing more than you to come with her to the tattoo shop, but she also wants you to rest, your body not used to traveling the way hers is.

"Will you guys eat lunch with me?" you mumble, Julien smiling softly down at you, convinced there's nothing sweeter than your sleepy talk. "Yeah...Phoebe, Luce, and I will get take out and bring it home...okay?" she says, rubbing down your back, tapping your butt. "Can I have a hug?" she asks, standing up from the bed. She chuckles, watching you roll over, eyes lighting up when your arms widen, nuzzling into your chest and neck, your hands rubbing her back and patting her head. "You're squishing me..." you breathe out. She squeezes harder, chuckling into your neck, "I wish I could crawl into you....is that weird?" she asks, lips attached to your skin. "You're weird."

"Okay, I'm gonna go if you're going to bully me..." she says, standing up, pinching your hip, and rubbing your bare thigh. She scoffs when you don't respond, your eyes remaining closed before a tiny smirk blossoms on your face. "You're so mean," she says, slapping your thigh softly.

"I love you, Jay," you murmur, watching her slip on a jacket. "I love you, sweet girl," she responds, kissing you again quickly.

"Have fun!" you say, yawning again. Julien blows a kiss, leaving the house.

It's about 2:00 when Julien returns, Phoebe and Lucy following behind her. "Hi," Phoebe says excitedly, smacking a kiss on your cheek before shoving her arm in your eyeline. "Oh sick!" you exclaim, tracing the outside of the wrapping. "It looks good, P," you smile at her; she happily hums, putting bags of food on the table. Lucy greets you similarly, kissing your head before showing you hers as well, "I love that you guys have more than one matching tattoo," you giggle. "It's almost like we love each other or something," Lucy smirks, teasing you softly.

"Let me see JB," you request, your girlfriend showing you the same matching tattoo and your initial on her ring finger. "You're insane," you murmur, blushing deeply. She smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth, wrapping you in her arms, her hands on your ass. Your hands rub her lower back, and she winces softly, pulling away. "What did I do?" you ask, panicked, "Are you okay?"

Lucy and Phoebe laugh, "No way, did you not tell her?" "Julien!" "Babe, she got a tramp stamp!" Phoebe and Lucy say, talking over each other. Your ears perk up, hearing ”tramp stamp”.

"YOU WHAT?" you exclaim, eyes wide. Julien giggles sheepishly, lifting her shirt and turning around, her jeans sitting low on her hips.

Absurd Freedom. Your girlfriend...has a tramp stamp... that says 'absurd freedom'.

She turns back around, looking at you with waiting eyes. Phoebe and Lucy freeze, watching Julien watch you digest what you just saw. They glance nervously at each other, actively knowing that you'll support Julien no matter what but also knowing that Julien thinks very highly of your opinion.

"This is not what I expected."

"I- but- okay is- are you mad?" Julien stammers.

"Of course not, I just- you're such a nerd," you say, smiling wide. "The myth of Sisyphus... made you get a tramp stamp?"

"You scared me!" Julien exclaims, making Lucy and Phoebe laugh.

"Oh my god, you drama queen, let's eat," you say, pulling her into you and kissing her head.

"Should've seen the look on JB's face after she showed you," "Shut up Phoebe!"

#anon cutie #six word sentences prompts #boygenius mini fic #julien baker x fem!reader #julien baker x reader #julien baker mini fic #julien baker #julien baker tramp stamp #she is an icon honestly

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I deeply enjoy how Sun’s method of caring is gentle-to-firm persuasion to get Y/N to take self-care actions, while Moon’s method involves appearing on Y/N’s doorstep with food and a solid “Go to sleep.” Do you think there would be any sort of situation where their methods would change? - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

Both may branch out post-reveal! Pre-reveal, they're limited within the role they play, so, to recap:

Dusk: designated rival, full of banter

Sun: friendly and mostly open neighbor

Reverse! Dawn: designated rival, but with so much tension

Reverse! Moon: friendly but reclusive neighbor

They try to adapt their caring to the role they are projecting (how successful that is I'll leave up to you - to them it seems appropriate, and they won't go past that lest they draw Y/N's/ Robin's suspicion), but post-reveal, when all roles are known and uncovered, they can just go wild <3 Y/N, completely independent for ages until these two fools came along, is in for quite the culture shock!

As for pre-reveal, yeah, there's still moments where they slip - for the rivals, the stabbing is such a moment. They both scare Robin with their sudden attitude shift - That's their rival, they're supposed to reprimand them for not being careful, if not teasing them for being careless. But they don't, so... So this is bad. Really bad. With Dusk they're more comfortable bantering, so that's how they snap him out of it, but Dawn they're more wary of and don't know how to handle their suave rival suddenly being frantic, so they just ask him to "go back" (and then he doesn't, until after they're recovered).

For the neighbors the sick day was somewhat of an extreme - Sun could cover it more easily, given that it's maybe a bit overbearing but not strangely so to cook for your sick neighbor during business hours (Y/N doesn't know he took the day off for them, they just assumed he must've had a regular day off and used the free time), but Moon? He has to convince them to let him sleep over, which is a drastic change to the quiet and somewhat aloof neighbor they're used to. These variations of the boys have the advantage that Y/N isn't as guarded towards them, and has been sick for days so they're exhausted and not thinking straight. Besides, they're friends (kinda - at the very least friendly), so they don't see any harm!

#answer let luce #clxckwork-sun-n-moon #accidentally undercover #AU AU AU #23* panels are sketched hell yeah #this was my interlude before I get to the lines <3 #I love thinking about these guys so much #also don't worry. Y/N likes taking care of them too; once they admit that to themself #the neighbors get gifts p much from the start but for the rivals they don't really dare until post reveal #well. there's one *barely* post reveal scene (: that is very very. (:#god I need to get to work on the reveal I wanna SHARE

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eesirachs · 13 days

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For a school assignment, I'm assembling an anthology around the theme of queer divinity and desire, but I'm having a hard time finding a fitting essay/article (no access to real academic catalogues :/ ), do you know of any essays around this theme?

below are essays, and then books, on queer theory (in which 'queer' has a different connotation than in regular speech) in the hebrew bible/ancient near east. if there is a particular prophet you want more of, or a particular topic (ištar, or penetration, or appetites), or if you want a pdf of anything, please let me know.

essays: Boer, Roland. “Too Many Dicks at the Writing Desk, or How to Organize a Prophetic Sausage-Fest.” TS 16, no. 1 (2010b): 95–108. Boer, Roland. “Yahweh as Top: A Lost Targum.” In Queer Commentary and the Hebrew Bible, edited by Ken Stone, 75–105. JSOTSup 334. Cleveland, OH: Pilgrim, 2001. Boyarin, Daniel. “Are There Any Jews in ‘The History of Sexuality’?” Journal of the History of Sexuality 5, no. 3 (1995): 333–55. Clines, David J. A. “He-Prophets: Masculinity as a Problem for the Hebrew Prophets and Their Interpreters.” In Sense and Sensitivity: Essays on Reading the Bible in Memory of Robert Carroll, edited by Robert P. Carroll, Alastair G. Hunter, and Philip R. Davies, 311–27. JSOTSup 348. Sheffield: Sheffield Academic Press, 2002. Graybill, Rhiannon. “Yahweh as Maternal Vampire in Second Isaiah: Reading from Violence to Fluid Possibility with Luce Irigaray.” Journal of feminist studies in religion 33, no. 1 (2017): 9–25. Haddox, Susan E. “Engaging Images in the Prophets: Feminist Scholarship on the Book of the Twelve.” In Feminist Interpretation of the Hebrew Bible in Retrospect. 1. Biblical Books, edited by Susanne Scholz, 170–91. RRBS 5. Sheffield: Sheffield Phoenix Press, 2013. Koch, Timothy R. “Cruising as Methodology: Homoeroticism and the Scriptures.” In Queer Commentary and the Hebrew Bible, edited by Ken Stone, 169–80. JSOTSup 334. Cleveland, OH: Pilgrim, 2001. Tigay, Jeffrey. “‘ Heavy of Mouth’ and ‘Heavy of Tongue’: On Moses’ Speech Difficulty.” BASOR, no. 231 (October 1978): 57–67.

books: Ahmed, Sara. Queer Phenomenology: Orientations, Objects, Others. Durham, NC: Duke University Press, 2006. Bauer-Levesque, Angela. Gender in the Book of Jeremiah: A Feminist-Literary Reading. SiBL 5. New York: P. Lang, 1999. Black, Fiona C., and Jennifer L. Koosed, eds. Reading with Feeling : Affect Theory and the Bible. Atlanta, GA: SBL Press, 2019. Brenner, Athalya. The Intercourse of Knowledge: On Gendering Desire and “Sexuality” in the Hebrew Bible. BIS 26. Leiden: Brill, 1997. Camp, Claudia V. Wise, Strange, and Holy: The Strange Woman and the Making of the Bible. JSOTSup 320. Gender, Culture, Theory 9. Sheffield: Sheffield Academic Press, 2000. Chapman, Cynthia R. The Gendered Language of Warfare in the Israelite-Assyrian Encounter. HSM 62. Winona Lake, IN: Eisenbrauns, 2004. Creangă, Ovidiu, ed. Men and Masculinity in the Hebrew Bible and Beyond. BMW 33. Sheffield: Sheffield Phoenix Press, 2010. Eilberg-Schwartz, Howard. God’s Phallus: And Other Problems for Men and Monotheism. Boston: Beacon, 1995. Huber, Lynn R., and Rhiannon Graybill, eds. The Bible, Gender, and Sexuality : Critical Readings. London, UK ; T&T Clark, 2021. Guest, Deryn. When Deborah Met Jael: Lesbian Biblical Hermeneutics. London: SCM, 2005. Graybill, Rhiannon, Meredith Minister, and Beatrice J. W. Lawrence, eds. Rape Culture and Religious Studies : Critical and Pedagogical Engagements. Lanham, Maryland: Lexington Books, 2019. Graybill, Rhiannon. Are We Not Men? : Unstable Masculinity in the Hebrew Prophets. New York, NY: Oxford University Press USA, 2016. Halperin, David J. Seeking Ezekiel: Text and Psychology. University Park: Pennsylvania State University Press, 1993. Jennings, Theodore W. Jacob’s Wound: Homoerotic Narrative in the Literature of Ancient Israel. New York: Continuum, 2005. Macwilliam, Stuart. Queer Theory and the Prophetic Marriage Metaphor in the Hebrew Bible. BibleWorld. Sheffield and Oakville, CT: Equinox, 2011. Maier, Christl. Daughter Zion, Mother Zion: Gender, Space, and the Sacred in Ancient Israel. Minneapolis, MN: Fortress, 2008. Mills, Mary E. Alterity, Pain, and Suffering in Isaiah, Jeremiah, and Ezekiel. LHB/OTS 479. New York: T. & T. Clark, 2007. Stökl, Jonathan, and Corrine L. Carvalho. Prophets Male and Female: Gender and Prophecy in the Hebrew Bible, the Eastern Mediterranean, and the Ancient Near East. AIL 15. Atlanta, GA: SBL, 2013. Stone, Ken. Practicing Safer Texts: Food, Sex and Bible in Queer Perspective. Queering Theology Series. London: T & T Clark International, 2004. Weems, Renita J. Battered Love: Marriage, Sex, and Violence in the Hebrew Prophets. OBT. Minneapolis, MN: Fortress, 1995.

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