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The Right Time
Pairing: Band Member!Azriel x College Student!Reader
Description: Azriel wakes up with a massive hangover and the girl of his dreams sitting in his kitchen.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3390
Notes: This story is set immediately after Loose Lips and Big Feelings so I encourage you to read it before this one. It's also part of the band au if you're curious to know more about them. Hope you enjoy!
Band AU Masterlist
Azriel can feel the headache even before he opens his eyes, a groan escaping him when he slowly comes to after a strangely lucid dream. He raises up a hand to cover his face, trying to protect his eyes from any light filtering in through the blinds. It's been a while since he's gotten this drunk, ever since he and his brothers decided to take a serious chance at this band thing, performances and rehearsals taking up most of their weekends.
As a rush of broken memories carrying your voice and images of your teasing smile come back to him, he remembers the other reason he'd abstained from drinking lately. He's been patient with your feelings and trying to take things as slow as possible, not wanting to make a single mistake to ruin what he's sure could be the best thing that has ever happened to him. A drunken sloppy confession is the farthest thing from what he's been planning, and you deserve nothing but the best.
He sits up with a grunt, pausing slowly as he finds the strength to get up, his head felt like it weighed as much as whatever Cassian benches. As Azriel looks down at himself he notices he's only wearing his underwear, but a glance at where his clothes are carefully placed over the back of his desk chair tells him he wasn't the one to take them off. He runs a hand through his hair, you had been the one to take him home, that much he knows for sure, in fact the last thing he remembers was you grabbing his hand and leading him to a car with bright eyes. The image that flashes of you helping him take off his shirt has him finally get up and rush to his bathroom.
More and more memories come to him as he takes a shower and puts on his clothes, cringing softly at how the first thought in his drunk mind was to ask you to meet him, how you came to find him even though you told him you were tired and then preceded to spend the entire night babysitting him. There isn't a single memory he has from the night before where you weren't right by his side. He can't recall even half the things he told you but he remembers you listening to everything, holding his hand and smiling at him the whole time. As much as he's a little embarrassed of the situation, his heart also feels like it might beat out of his chest.
Distractedly pulling some sweatpants on after haphazardly drying his hair, Azriel grabs his phone up from his nightstand and starts walking to the kitchen while trying to see if you left him any messages, already pondering on what he should say after everything that happened the previous night. Pretending he didn't remember anything is an easy out, but he's not sure he can lie to your pretty face, or even if he wants to.
What he didn't expect in his wildest dreams was to turn the corner and look up from his phone to find you sitting at his table eating breakfast.
Azriel pauses midstep, caught completely by surprise when you look up at him with an amused expression, albeit looking a little surprised yourself. It takes him entirely too long to snap out of it and in the meantime your eyes start traveling down his body, taking note of how little clothes he's wearing while his face heats up. Since he only expected Cassian to be home, he hadn't bothered to put on a shirt. Intrigue fills your gaze as you trace every tattoo covering his torso and arms. There was something else swirling in your eyes, a certain heat that told him his tattoos weren't the only thing you were studying.
He clears his throat before speaking, subtly getting your attention back to his eyes, not sure how to deal with the weight of that heat over breakfast. “Good morning,” his throat still feels dry, making his voice come out raspier than usual. You bite your bottom lip softly before offering a shy greeting of your own as your smile returns, even if adorned with tinted cheeks at being caught staring at him.
“I hope you don't mind but I stayed in the guest room,” you start softly, pointing to the hallway as you spoke, “It was late when I finally managed to get you into bed,” you bite your lip again as if remembering the entire ordeal, trying to bite back a chuckle, “I've never seen you that drunk.”
He's glad you didn't go back home by yourself at such a late hour, and doesn't even want to think about what could have happened. A funny feeling also blooms in his chest at the thought of you deeming his house safe to stay the night in. The problem was the guest room was a mess and the idea of you not only seeing it but also sleeping there made him cringe softly once again. The room had been turned into somewhat of a storage room when he and Cassian moved in since they didn't really need it and had extra stuff to put away. The countless promises between each other to tidy it up were forgotten the longer they stayed in the apartment. The last time you'd slept over he offered his own bed for this exact reason, but he understands why you wouldn't want to sleep with him when he was that drunk.
“I don't remember the last time I was that drunk,” he confesses, tearing his eyes away from you and moving to the fridge to find some food, desperately trying to act normal when the domesticity in this whole situation threatens to send him into cardiac arrest.
Azriel had easily accepted that the two of you would stay friends until you sorted out your life and had a chance to think about your relationship. He was more than confident you liked him as much as he liked you so it wasn't too hard to do. In truth, he was also perfectly content in being your friend even if that's all you ever wanted from him. But moments like these, with you sitting on his kitchen chair, wearing one of his shirts and what he suspects is a pair of his boxers, eating your favorite cereal - the ones he made sure to add to his grocery list - out of his bowl, after everything that happened the night before, was making it really hard for him to ignore his feelings. The only thing he can think about right now is how much he wants to kiss you, maybe bring you back to bed with him so he can cuddle you and sleep off this headache in your arms.
He takes his time assembling a bowl of cereal of his own, sluggish movements not pairing well with how distracted he was. By the time he turns back around, bowl in hand, he notices how your face had changed from the beautiful amused expression you had been wearing when he came in into a conflicted one. He wasn't sure if it was his fault, but he felt this intense need to change it back around either way. And so he walks to the table and sits right next to you, giving you a smile when you look up at him with slightly wide eyes.
“Are you okay?”
You blink and recover immediately, pushing your thoughts away as if only now remembering he was right there. “I should be the one to ask you that,” your hand raises slowly, hesitating for just a moment before fixing his hair, brushing it softly away from his face, he hadn't even thought about how messy it must be, “You look a bit like shit if I'm being honest.”
He chuckles at this, though with the way you were eyeing him up earlier no one would have guessed. “I feel like shit too. I have half a mind to go back to sleep.”
“I'm actually surprised you slept through the night,” you say as you pull your hand away seemingly content with his hair for now, much to his dismay.
“We haven't really gotten to party in a while. I guess I got carried away with the celebration too,” he scratches the back of his neck and stuffs a spoon of cereal into his mouth, chewing slowly as you turn sideways in your chair, fully facing him now.
“Right, I almost forgot! Congratulations. I know you guys have been working really hard. You really deserve this. I'm sure you're going to start getting booked a lot more all over the city after this.” Your excitement makes him blush, never one to know what to say when someone praises him so openly and finding it even harder to handle coming from you. He simply nods and lets out a small thank you, but you don't seem offended, in fact your grin even widens. You already know him so well.
Silence falls between you again, notably more comfortable than before, as you seem to get lost in thought and he tries not to think about the way your knees brush his thigh, or how beautiful you look in his kitchen, sitting and talking to him while wearing his clothes, hair still messy and eyes still a bit puffy, how he wishes he got to see this every day.
You bring your elbow to rest on the table, face falling against your hand as your gaze falls back on him, making up your mind on whatever was bothering you. When you call out his name softly, he instantly turns to face you as if he was a sailor being charmed to the bottom of the ocean by his enchanting siren, and his breath almost gets knocked out of him for the nth time since he walked into this kitchen.
“Do you remember everything that happened last night?” You bring your other hand to play with the back of his chair, your eyes following your movements. He's inclined to believe it was so you didn't reach out to touch him again, he's definitely noticed how touchy you are, especially with him. You looked clearly nervous about his answer. The question is, would you be relieved if he remembered or if he didn't? Gods, he really hopes you don't regret any of what you told him the night before because there is no way he will ever be able to forget the sweet words.
“Most of it,” he admits, studying your expression intently and turning slightly so he's closer to facing you.
“And is there anything you regret saying?” So that's what it was. You had probably been scared he was too drunk to know what he was saying. The notion is actually laughable, if anything he was still holding back even as drunk as he was. He could write a whole album about you, in fact he's in the process of finishing a song he can only credit to you.
“I meant every word, princess.” You give him a shy smile in response and just as you were about to open your mouth to tell him something, his roommate decides to walk into the kitchen.
“Good morning. Didn't realize we had guests,” he sends Azriel a knowing smile, reading the room all wrong and prompting you to move away from him.
“I brought Azriel home last night and ended up staying in the guest room since it was late,” you explain, clearly catching on to Cassian's thoughts. Azriel couldn't really fault him for thinking you'd slept together since it's more than obvious to anyone that he's head over heels for you and you're currently sitting in their kitchen wearing his clothes, you have also stayed in his room a couple times before. Still, it clearly embarrassed you and he hopes the glare he sends Cassian is enough to make him swallow any further comments he might have come up with.
Cass straightens up slightly, thankfully catching on to your tone, even though there was still a twinkle in his eye Azriel had to hold himself back from wiping off his face. “That's very nice of you. Thank you for making sure our bassist got home safe,” he immediately responds in a jokingly tone, “What would we do without him?” You let out a chuckle at this.
“Maybe I should have helped you too. I heard you stumble in later into the night,” you tease. Azriel feels his entire body relax at your change in demeanor.
“I wasn't stumbling. I even opened the door on the first try.” Your giggles fill the room, clearly not believing his brother. He can't laugh himself since he can't remember how he got in and it had definitely been with your help, but he's more than aware of Cassian's lack of coordination when he gets a little drunk.
“What about Rhys and Mor? Did they make it home? I don't have their phone numbers, I thought about asking for them so they could let me know when they got home but everyone was so gone by the time I even got there.”
“I don't think Mor went to her house but she texted me earlier,” a cheeky grin spreading on his face before he continued, “Rhysie definitely got home. He brought company too.”
“Feyre?” You lean forward slightly, suddenly very interested in the gossip. Cassian nods dramatically. “Finally. They've been making eyes at each other for so long. It was bound to happen.”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, Azriel tenses up again, easily catching on to the parallels. Apparently so does Cassian, the range of emotions that pass by his face as he looks between Azriel and you and back again are nothing short of hilarious. Azriel would have laughed out loud if they weren't at his expense. Cassian looked almost incredulous as he looked at Azriel.
Your eyes widen as you watch Cassian, an embarrassed expression falling over your face once again. You clearly only understood how your words could be applied to your relationship with Azriel after you've said them out loud. It really was impossible not to notice but now Azriel wants nothing more than to grab Cassian by the shoulders and shake as hard as he can until his brother finds some manners and stops making you feel like this.
He almost wishes he never got out of bed. This really wasn't the type of conversation to be having in his kitchen, definitely not with the headache that still pounded at his brain or in front of Cassian. Hell, if he had been mistaken this whole time, this would be the saddest place to get his heart broken and he didn't need an audience for that. He'd have to find another apartment and roommate just to have a chance at ever forgetting your face.
“Don't you have to get ready for work?” Azriel needed to get him out of there before he could do any more damage. The look on your face was making his chest feel tight. You sat in the chair picking at the hem of your shirt, you truly looked like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
“Yeah. I still need to shower,” Cassian caught on fast, leaving the kitchen without even saying another word. Azriel glances at you when he hears a door close in the distance, catching your eyes already searching his face. It seemed neither of you knew what to say.
You were right, Feyre and Rhys had been running circles around each other for a few weeks now, but you and Azriel had been at it for months. All the stolen glances, lingering touches, sweet words were getting harder and harder to ignore or deny. It crosses Azriel's mind that if he leaned in the already short distance between you two and kissed you, everything could be resolved in this exact kitchen, headache or no headache, but you deserve so much more and the thought sobers him up, biting his lip and dragging his eyes away from your inviting mouth.
“I should actually go too,” you whisper, noticing the change in the atmosphere. You're up on your feet before he has the chance to react, setting your empty bowl in the sink.
“You don't have to do that,” Azriel starts but you shake your head, stopping him in whatever he was going to say next.
“I do, I have assignments to finish,” you pull the shirt down a little, probably hyper aware that it was his, “I need to go change. I'll be right back.” You leave the kitchen even faster than Cassian did, not letting Azriel get any word in.
He leans back against his chair, throwing his head back and letting out a sigh. So much happened in so little time, he was having trouble even wrapping his mind around the whole situation. He can't tell if you ran back so fast because you were still embarrassed or if you're simply not ready to have this conversation. You've been getting better lately, no longer stressing so much about school and coming to terms with the fact that your best friend hurt you so much, but that doesn't mean you're ready for a relationship, especially if it could come with the possibility of losing a friend if it ended up not working out. Azriel wasn't in a rush for anything either, things between the two of you are perfect.
Still, he hopes you hadn't taken his silence earlier as him ignoring your feelings or pretending things are completely platonic between you. Even worse, he really doesn't know what to do if that look on your face wasn't only embarrassment but also disappointment. The last thing Azriel wants to happen is you thinking that he doesn't have any intention of acting on his feelings or that he's been playing around with yours.
“Azriel?” Your voice startles him out of his thoughts. He hadn't even realized you had walked back into the kitchen, covered in your own clothes this time. He gets up and sets his bowl in the sink next to yours, turning to face you.
“Sorry I was distracted.”
“That's okay, maybe you still need more rest. I was just saying I put the clothes I was wearing in the laundry basket in your room. I didn't have the chance to ask you last night but I hope you don't mind.” You sounded more like your usual self now, maybe had enough time to gather your thoughts when you were changing, but there was still an edge to your voice. It felt like you were putting on your polite voice with him, he really didn't like this.
“Anything of mine is yours, princess.” A bashful look falls over your face sending relief rushing through his body. This is the type of reaction he's used to, still he can't help but want to reassure you somehow.
Azriel grabs your hand before he has the chance to change his mind, though as you look up at him questioningly he knows he's doing the right thing. “You don't have to worry about Cassian or anyone else. We're going at our own pace and anything that happens between us is none of their business.”
You blink up at him for another few seconds, a look of understanding falling onto your face. “I wasn't worried,” you smile softly. It seems he was the one who needed the reassurance after all.
“Alright,” he squeezes your hand, his eyes dropping momentarily to your lips as is the usual these days. “Thank you for last night. You didn't even have to meet up with me, let alone babysit me all night.”
“You know you don't have to thank me for anything, Az.” You look down at his hand in yours, smile turning a bit shy. When you look up at him again, you reach up on your toes and press a soft kiss on his cheek, effectively taking his breath away. “I have to go now, but I'll call you later.” As soon as you drop his hand and move away from him, all he can think is how much he wants to pull you back into him.
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disappeared for a couple days but im back
heres the
New Plan
i bought a scale yesterday so i could weigh myself wo going through my mom first so this will make it easier for me to keep track of my weight
i must weigh myself EVERY morning after using the bathroom, with no clothes. if the weight has gone up i must fast for the next 24 hours
no calories for breakfast. only 0 cal drinks allowed. for lunch i can have a snack, idc what it is as long as its a SNACK, not a meal
for dinner i can eat whatever i want, but only half of it. this way i can avoid binging and satisfy my cravings while keeping my calories low
on my days off, i will work out for at least 30 minutes. idc what i do, dancing, walking, running, but i will spend 30 consecutive minutes burning calories
if i break any of these rules without approval for the next 30 days, i must either: sh (i dont want to do this anymore + ill be kicked out if i do so it helps me stick to my goals), be forced to leave my job (i love my job and i obviously dont want to quit) or no longer do any homework and slack on my schoolwork (dont want to fail my jr year of high school)
i also have rewards for all the lbs coming off. 130lbs: get my feet done. 125lbs: new perfume set. 120lbs: new jewelry and piercings. 115lbs: tattoo. 110lbs: new bikinis. <105lbs: $500 clothing shopping spree
to be approved to not follow one or more of these rules for the next 30 days, you must be approved by going through a checklist (see below). you must meet at least 1 of the requirements to be approved for a “cheat day”
by posting this to tumblr, i am electronically signing and agreeing to stick to this plan and all of the rules that come with it. if this contract is broken, i will have to pay $500 to anyone who likes this post (given that i have a way of paying)

cheat day checklist
🔳 weight has plateaued for 3 or more days
🔳 have an important exam or test tmrw (2 days)
🔳 need a break for your mental health
🔳 parents are forcing you to eat
note: this is just for me, please do not follow this, especially if you think it would be bad for your mental health. only posting here to hold myself accountable
block dont report
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Sunburn
Warnings*** smut, language, a little angst below the cut
TAGS: @shilohrosechicken, @pathion, @philomenie
Sunburn
“Shit baby, that fucking hurts!” Noah yelled at me.
He writhed in pain as I applied the cool aloe to his shoulders that were burning red from days in direct sunlight. I told him to keep the black button-up shirt on the entire set so this wouldn't happen, but he didn’t listen. His ego was too loud and in the end he did what Noah wanted to do. Now he was suffering the consequences. I’ll admit that I did feel a bit sorry for him, especially when seeing the small sun blisters that were visible even through the ink of his tattoos, but now I'd had enough of his whining and piss-poor attitude. “Just shut-up,” I chided, nudging the side of his head with my elbow. “And quit whining. It's just aloe.”
I squeezed more of the sticky clear stuff out of the aloe leaf and lathered Noah’s burnt skin with it.
“God- fucking- bless, woman! Gentle!”
Sighing, I lowered one hand and placed the back of the other one on my forehead, giving him my best death glare.
“You’re making this so freaking impossible, Noah!”
He crossed his arms and threw his head back with closed eyes.
“It fucking hurts, Y/N,” he seethed.
“I know it does, baby, but that’s not my fault. I told you,”
His head flew up, eyes wide. “Don’t you dare say “I told you so”.”
Hiding my grin, I lowered my head, closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath.
“Whatever you say, Noah.”
I was over this already. I was so tired, drained from all the heat, the running around, the back and forth, and the constant bickering between me and Noah in the past three days. I wanted to pass out and sleep until Christmas.
Noah pinched the bridge of his nose then took my hand, and placed a soft kiss on the top of it.
“I’m sorry, okay. Can you please try to be more gentle?”
His big brown eyes pleaded with me.
“That's more like it,” raising an eyebrow as I kissed his forehead. He wrapped his arms around one of my thighs and placed a soft kiss on my belly, making my insides flutter.
“You’re too sweet to him, Y/N. I'd lather that shit up and slap it on him,“ Jolly admitted over my shoulder as he walked by. “He’s being a fucking pussy about it.”
“Fuck you, Jolly,” Noah barked.
“Whatever Noah,” Jolly chuckled, sitting down in the chair across from his best friend, staring heavily at him.
“You should have kept the shirt on like Y/N said. She knows these kinds of things, Noah.”
Matt slipped his opinion in, giving me a wink. I smiled, tucking the loose hair that had fallen behind my ear.
Biting my tongue to keep myself from saying how I was really feeling, I continued to gently apply the aloe to Noah’s skin. But the more I thought about how he was acting and how he'd been making me feel the last few days, I was going to let the truth spill out.
“You know what, it’s fine Matt.” I wiped my hands on my pants, throwing the aloe leaf in the trash.
“We all know how Noah can be a stubborn, hard headed ass sometimes. He deserves what he gets.”
I leaned back against the counter next to the trash can and folded my arms over my chest, staring hard at the floor. I knew I crossed a line with Noah, but I didn't care anymore. I was done feeling hurt. Quickly glancing over at Noah, I found him watching me, eyes glued to my face with a look of shock. His hands, still wrapped in tape, gripped the sides of his chair and he was still as stone.
“What the fuck did you just call me?”
I could tell what I'd said caught him off guard because the tone of his voice was sheer surprise.
“You heard me, I know you did.”
“No, I'm sorry, no, I didn't. I'm a little hard of hearing in this ear,” he lied, pointing to his left ear and rising out of his chair. He started unwrapping his hands, balling up the tape, and tossing it in the trash as he walked over to me. He narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw so hard his cheeks hollowed.
Noah could be very intimidating when he wanted to be, with his 6 '3, monstrously toned body, but I knew he’d never, ever hurt me. He was just in a mood; a picking, fighting mood that I was trying really hard to overlook.
With a deadpan expression, Noah and I had a stare down, waiting to see who would look away first.
“If you don’t tell me what you said, Princess, I might just have to take you somewhere quiet and fuck that pretty mouth of yours until I get it to come out,” Noah threatened, engulfing my entire body in deep arousal that went right between my legs. His lips brushed against my jaw line, sending chills down my spine the moment he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
“And when I fill it with my cum, making you drink every bit of me, maybe you’ll think twice before using it for something else other than me.” His eyes were dark with lust and drinking me shamelessly. Holy fuck. I was so turned on. The smug look on his face made my knees buckle and the ache between my thighs burned like a raging fire, bringing me closer to the edge. All Noah needed to do was take me to that quiet place he spoke of and do whatever he had to do to push me over.
His long tattooed fingers wrapped around my chin forcing me to look at him.
“Is that what you want, Y/N? You want me to make you pay for all the sass that pretty mouth of yours likes to spill? You want me in your mouth?”
His voice was low and deep, the raspiness from all the yelling and screaming on stage still present and I was quivering from his touch alone.
“Answer me,” he demanded. His penetrating gaze was slowly undressing me and I was gladly letting him do it.
I nodded. Slowly.
His fingers gripped my chin tighter and thankfully I had enough leverage to look down and see just how turned on he was by our little exchange. He was so hard for me and just as ready as I was.
“Fuck me,” he breathed as a wide grin spread over his lips.
I was probably going to pay for what I was about to say because it would be the force to drive Noah over the edge, but that’s what I wanted.
“Gladly,” I whispered, watching his fixed stare melt away.
A deep rumbling growl fell from his lips and before I knew what was happening, Noah picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, the pain and discomfort of the sunburn quickly forgotten. I squealed and kicked my feet, demanding he put me down with slaps to his back.
“I swear to God if you don’t put me down Noah, I’ll,”
“You’ll what, Princess?”
“I will pinch you! Everywhere my fingers can reach!”
That got his attention and he lowered me down faster than he’d picked me up.
He was breathless and I was losing my composure over how fucking hot he looked right now. All my defenses were down; he knew that.
“Why are you such an ass?”
“Why are you such a bitch?”
My eyebrows arched.
“You started this!”
He smirked.
“Did I? Are you sure about that,” he questioned, making perfectly good eye contact with me.
My brows furrowed in confusion.
“You know you did!”
“Are you sure?”
The way Noah's body moved closer, barely brushing against mine but making the tender flesh around my nipples and entrance tingle, pleading for him to touch me, was making me lose sight of my frustration and how irritating he'd been.
“You sure it wasn’t you and the way you were standing off to the side of that stage, all fucking hot and sweaty, soaking wet for me between those fucking thighs of yours?” Noah cocked his head to the side, reaching over and running a finger down between my breasts, hooking its tip over the front of my shirt and pulling me closer. “Those thick, warm thighs that hold me so well and let me kiss and bite them until I can taste the sweet juices that start to drip down the second I do this.” Noah slipped his hand down the front of my leggings so fast, placing his fingers between the warmth of my folds and slid his finger inside me as he shoved me up against the wall. “Fuck Noah!” I snapped when the back of my head hit the wall. But I could no longer feel anything other than the erotic way his finger was working me up to that edge I was so desperately wanting. “Look at you panting and needy already. Look what I can do to you just by a few words,” Noah teased, inserting another finger in me, knuckle deep, and moving in and out of me faster. “You're so filthy wet for me, Princess,” pushing my legs further apart with his knee before planting sloppy nibbled kisses on my neck. His word choices made unsubtle moans fall from my lips and I threw my head back, locking eyes with Noah, watching his face as he worked to bring me to that sweet release I'd been hungry for all day. Shamelessly, I grinded on his fingers that pushed further in me each time he pulled them back and back in. And then when he found that spot I couldn't hold back the scream that filled my throat.
“Uh, fuck Noah,” clenching my teeth and hitting him in the shoulder as my one hand clamped down on his arm while the other one covered his hand that had his fingers up in me. “God I fucking hate you sometimes,” I claimed, between a cry and a moan. “No you don't, you just like to think you do, Princess,” grinning and breathing a quick laugh before sinking his lips into mine and shoving his tongue in my mouth. It was wet and sloppy, but I welcomed it. I wanted all of Noah. Every last drop. “I hate you Noah,” I said again, his name coming out more as a moan than anything. His laughter echoed off the walls of the hallway as did my cries of pleasure. “I love you, baby, every fucking part of you.” I took his face in between my hands and frantically kissed him like I was terrified he might just slip away. The muscles in my stomach began to tighten and the all too familiar heat pooling in my back and between my thighs was the only warning I needed. It never failed; Noah knew exactly how to use his fingers to make me forget ever being mad or upset with him. “Right there, baby oh fuck don't stop,” I begged him, grabbing his arms again. Noah worked me faster and harder until my orgasim hit me so hard he had to throw his hand over my mouth to keep my quiet. Noah was laughing. ‘I love how loud you get. It lets me know I'm doing my job correctly.” I was completely out of breath and once my body relaxed, I was able to fully look at Noah. He slid his fingers slowly out of me and brought them to his face, smelling them before slipping them into his mouth sucking. “Mmm, I fucking love how you smell, how you taste.” He pushed his body into me, pinning me between him and the wall. We slowly kissed, tongues slipping and sliding together, and fingers and hands entwined.
“You had me pretty worked up on stage earlier. All I could think about was you and the way you fuck, the way you cum for me.” Noah slipped his hand behind my head and brought our faces closer together nudging our noses together. I ran my hands down his neck and chest, over the ink written stories his body told.
“You really wanna fuck me, don't you,” he chuckled in between our kisses.
“Yes, I do,” mumbling while gripping his shoulders with no regards to the sunburn and if I was hurting him.
“I want to drink you like you threatened me. I want you in my mouth,” admitting fearlessly. I gazed up at him only to find him staring as if he was ready to consume me.
Noah lowered his forehead to mine, placing a soft kiss on my nose.
Suddenly I was being yanked down the hall and tossed to a room at the far end of the hall where Noah was sure we’d be entirely alone. He slammed the door closed and locked it, before turning to look at me. I couldn't wait for him to move. I needed him to know how badly I wanted him. Closing the gap between us, I grabbed Noah by the front of his pants and quickly undid the tie knot. “Slow down, Princess, I'm not going anywhere.” I smiled at him as his pants fell to the floor, revealing his hard cock that was ready and waiting for me to taste. My mouth was watering already from just the thought.
“Are you ready? I have no intention fucking your mouth softly.”
The muscles in my stomach tightened as the coiling tension continued to build up.
“I don't want you too,” I replied. I gave him a smirk as he pulled me into him, kissing me so hard that it took my breath away. My hands found the waistband of his boxer-briefs, yanking them down until his cock sprang free, revealing its beautiful self to me. I groaned the second I saw it and instantly took the long, thick, hard shaft into my hand and began to stimulate it more than it already was.
“Oh God, Baby,” Noah moaned, sucking air through his teeth and throwing his head back. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good,” he whispered under his breath. I gripped him harder, working him up the faster I moved my hand back and forth. “Is this what my boy needed,” I whispered, rubbing my thumb over. his tip. Noah let out a loud moan, throwing his hands on my arms and squeezing them. “Fuck yeah it is,” he breathed try to keep himself together. “You want to cum already, don't you?’
Noah released a slight whine, looking down at me.
“I wanna cum in your mouth,” he stated unapologetically.
I grinned and began to lower myself, feeling the pressure of his hinds pushing me quicker to my knees. Noah’s cock was beautiful and having it in my mouth always made me feel prideful; like I owned him. I did just like he owned me, and didn't want it any other way.
Slowly, I dragged my tongue up his long shaft, feeling the ridges and crevices that were the culprits of my many orgasims and wrapped my mouth around the thickest part of him to satisfy the hunger I'd had for days. I could hear Noah's breathing grow louder and heavier, and when I gathered him in my hands to keep him still, his hands found the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. I sucked him harder, tasting the saltiness of his precum on the tip of my tongue as he pushed my head further into him until the tip hit the back of my throat, making me gag.
Noah, lightly laughed, pulling me back by my hair.
“That's it Princess, gag on it, let me fuck your mouth until your eyes water.”
He moaned loudly, no longer caring who could hear as I swirled my tongue around him, letting my spit spill out all over him.
“That's it, fuck me baby, fuck my cock with that pretty mouth of yours.” His grunts and growls grew louder as he continued to buck his hips into my mouth. It pleased me knowing I could bring this kind of pleasure to Noah. He deserved it; despite how much he whined and pouted and was a pain in my ass. I loved him and would do anything he asked me to do.
“You suck me like a damn dream, Y/N,” he grunted. “So fucking greedy for this dick down your throat, Princess. I'm so fucking gone for you,” he moaned louder, tugging at the roots of my hair.
I let Noah continue to fuck my mouth at an erratic speed. I gripped his thighs with as much strength as I could manage, holding him still so he wouldn't gag me anymore. I was engulfed in the sensual wet heat that was a combination of pleasure and pain, lost in the feeling of him surrounding me.
“That's it, Princess, fuck yes, right there, use your tongue, oh god!”
Noah’s praises fell from his lips like rain, hydrating every part of my body, my mind, even my very soul. “Look how you're fucking taking every inch of my me like a goddess, holy fuck Y/N!” Noah's voice was getting louder and his thrusts were getting sloppier. I couldn't see his expression but I imagined he had his hands up in his own hair, watching me work his cock until he came. “Shit, baby I'm close!”
Noah's breathing increased, his hips were starting to go limp, and with the consistent twitching of his cock against my tongue, I knew he was close.
“God- dammit Y/N you're making it, I fucking can't, shit baby I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm cum,” and without anymore warning, Noah let go, spilling his warm salty seed in my mouth. It hit the back of my throat like a bullet, forcing me to swallow most of it, while some spilled down my chin.
I collapsed, my jaws sore and I was out of breath, sitting on my knees and letting the taste and feeling of him pass before I could do anything else. Noah sat down next to me, looking just as worn out as I felt. But we weren't finished. In fact we were just getting started.
“I don't know where the hell that came from, but I feel like I should get you mad at me more often.” We looked at each other and chuckled. His sweetness was back, and it made me want to climb up in his lap and wrap my legs around him. I brushed the hair out of his eyes and kissed him slowly.
“When are you going to stop being so mean to me?”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” he smirked, slipping his hands under my shirt and running them up my back.
“Yeah, I figured.” I lowered my head into his chest and breathed in his scent of what smelled like the ocean and salt.
“I'm sorry. I do get mean when I get stressed out don't I?”
“Mmmmhmmm.”
We sat in a brief silence.
“What can I do to make it up to you?” His fingers had already undone the clasp to my bra, but was waiting for permission to continue.
“You already have. I’m good now.”
He lifted my face.
Noah’s eyes shifted to my lips, making him lean in and take my bottom one between his teeth, sucking it lightly. Then our mouths met and for a few seconds we kissed, relishing in the feeling.
“Sugar, I've developed a taste for you, now,” he began to softly sing.
“Are you seriously singing Sleep Token to me right now?” I laughed, pushing Noah on the chest.”
“My arms keep you in the room, barely let you move, show me what to do.” His voice rang out in my ear as he lifted my shirt and pulled off, then removed his own.
“Do you wanna see how far it goes? Do you wanna test me now my Love?”
Noah’s brown eyes bore into mine, releasing the feral intentions he'd been hiding.
“Well do you,” pulling down the straps to my red laced bra and planting soft kisses on my collar bone, with his warm breath gliding over my skin. His hands ran up my neck, gently pushing my head back and his lips found their target; sucking, biting, and sliding all over.
“I need to cum inside you Y/N. I want to see me spill out of you and down these fucking hot thighs of yours,” gripping my legs and tugging me into him until I felt his swollen cock against my entrance.
“I want you to, too,” I breathed, running my hands through his hair and grabbing it at its end. He seethed as he reached behind me and pulled my leggings and underwear completely off.
“Hang on.” Noah paused, sliding me off him, but staying on his knees. “I just want a taste,” he admitted, grinning up at me before forcing my legs apart and lowering his mouth to my wet core. Out of impulse, I tilted my pelvis up towards him as an invitation and heard a deep, subtle growl escape him. He swiped his finger through my wetness, coating his finger with it, and then dived in, licking and lapping up every drop he’s made me create for him. His warm breath and the feeling of his tongue and lips circling my clit made me shamelessly moan his name louder than before.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” he mumbled, and I almost came for him then, but he pulled away, leaving me empty and whimpering.
“Don’t worry, Princess, I’m not finished yet,” Noah promised, removing his pants entirely this time then sitting back down.
“Come here,” he demanded, pulling me into his lap and lining himself up with my opening. We both looked down and watched him enter me, the feeling of immediate fullness engulfing all my senses. Noah held me as close to his chest as possible as we slowly but savagely fucked eachother, knowing this was out of pure lust and desire.
We went faster, Noah grabbing my hips and pushing my clit down harder on his rigid cock. I could feel his pulsing veins, naked inside me, filling me to the point of making me cum again. I clenched tightly around him, digging my nails into his shoulders and biting him.
“Not yet, Baby. I’m not finished with you yet,” he growled, moments after the noises coming out of him were so intoxicating me that I never wanted him to stop.
He pulled out, flipping me over onto my knees, pushing my face and chest down to the floor, but lifting my ass up closer to his dick.
“You know I love you right, Princess,” he grunted, pressing his large hand to the middle of my back.
“Yes, Noah, I know you love me,” anxiously waiting for what he was about to do next.
“Good, because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t,” and with those words, he slammed into me, grabbing my hips and pulling me and pushing himself deeper and deeper into me with each aggressive thrust.
“God, fucking,” I tried to catch my breath, but it was impossible.
“Noah!” I cried the harder he fucked himself in and out of me digging nails into my hips.
“I want to ruin you, Princess,” Noah barked through gritted teeth, rutting against me at an relentless pace, stretching me with a hint of pain. “I want to damage you until all you know inside you is the shape of my dick inside the walls of your pussy that’s mine.” I didn’t hold back my screams for more or cris of how good it felt. I wanted everyone to know I was Noah’s and how well he could satisfy me and my needs.
I wasn’t going to last much longer; I told Noah that. My knees and elbows were sore, and I was losing all composure.
“Tighten around me then, baby, let me feel you,” Noah said, leaning down and letting his thumb find my clit. He wasn't gentle either as he encircled it, hips still thrusting in and out of me. “Cum for me Y/N. I know you want to. Cum so I can fill you up!” He hit my spot with the perfect rhythm, pulling a string of cures from me.
“Don’t fight me, Baby. Don’t fight how much you fucking want to.” Noah was right. For some reason I was fighting, but with his last words and the pressure of his hand wrapped tightly around the back of my neck, pressing me hard into the floor, I let go and almost instantly, after my legs pressed tighter around him, I came with a sharp cry, my entire body shuddering around him. Noah followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me until we were both spent and gasping for air.
“Holy fucking shit,” Noah said, breathlessly. I collapsed to the floor, my entire body flat. I was shaking, overstimulated by what I’d just experienced and couldn’t form a functioning thought for anything.
A loud knock on the door startled us both, and I jolted up, running into Noah’s chest. He threw his black tank to me quickly, and I slipped it on right after slipping on my undies.
“Yeah, what is it,” Noah called out, voice raspy and dry.
“Hey, uh if you two are done making your porno, Matt wants us all together for a quick update before we head out.”
Noah and I could hear the amusement in Jolly’s tone and also the other two voices right outside the door. I was instantly embarrassed. Noah caressed my cheek with his finger, ensuring me he wasn’t.
“Yeah, give us a few minutes and we’ll be out,” Noah answered, staring into my eyes before kissing me deeply.
“Alright. Hey, how’s the sunburn now?”
“Fuck you, Jolly,” Noah yelled.”
A roar of laughter filled the outside, shaking my head as I finished dressing.
“You sounded really good too, Y/N. At least Noah knows what he’s doing,” Jolly cackled, knowingly getting under Noah’s skin.
“Oh my, will you all just quit already!” Noah yelled again.
He looked at me and I shrugged, realizing there was no point in denying anything. Noah always knew what he was doing. Especially when it came to me.
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SUMMARY: You've been teasing Haechan way too much lately so he had to put an end to it (by fucking u so good)
A.N: this was originally a hard thoughts drabble but i just felt like writing more into it so hope u enjoyy... Also m in a very Haechan mood today so i might or might not spam u with his content sorry not sorry
Warnings: explicit content (mdni), mean!haechan, hard!dom!haechan, choking (with hands and cock), hard fucking, unprotected seggs, and more
You were standing in front of Heachan's door, ur hands playing with the hem of ur skirt as u wait for ur brother to show up so u could leave. U always kind of felt nervous around Heachan, u don't know if it's because he always eye-fucks u whenever u r around him, or because of his never ending teasing but u were sure that if u were to be in space alone with him something will 100% happen between both of u.
U can feel that he was only holding back because of his friendship with Mark and that makes u uneasy, so u've been playing with his nerves lately, wanting him to snap out and to give in for his dick i mean for his emotions but also his dick.
You didn't know what has gotten into u yesterday but u sent him a picture with ur new red lengerie, waiting for him to see it before deleting it and sending a bunch of sorries wanting to see his face more than anything, but he didn't reply, only reading ur texts without an answer and u couldn't help but wonder if u crossed the line or if u read wrong into him. You weren't sure about coming here with Mark to get his jacket that he forgot in Heachan's house, embarrassed but also curious at the same time, eyes looking for him as he disappeared in his room, hearing his chatter with Mark about random stuff while leaving u standing in the hallaway, u were about to sit in the sofa when u heard their footsteps coming ur way and u stopped looking at Heachan who threw u a very intense look, his eyes hazy as they noticed u, drinking ur excuse of the dress that u fought with Mark over, the small piece barely covering ur ass, ur makeup heavier than usual and the only thing that Heachan wanted to do was to smear it and mess it up but he held himself or at least he tried before he saw the ghost of the red lace bra under ur dress, the same one u sent him yesterday, he cursed under his breath knowing exactly what u r trying to get from all this and he sure will give u that and more.
Mark wrapped his arm around ur shoulders "let's go" u pulled him away annoyed that he messed up ur hair but he returned it in immediately making u fight with him ur dress riding up as u squirm trying to get him away, Heachan watched the whole thing, his pants tightening as he saw the red thong pop in contrast with ur skin, flashing half of ur butt to him. He clenched his hands, his leg shaking impatiently and praying that u'd leave soon or else he'll bend u over in front of Mark.
And as if his prayers were answered Mark let go of u earning couples of hits in his chest while laughing at ur tired form, he turned to Heachan "u coming dude?" he asked making the other frown confused "where?" his eyes falling back to u, not missing the small grin on ur face "y/n wants to get a tattoo, it's gonna probably take a long time i'll be so bored if i go with her alone" Heachan raised his eyebrows at u, u really giving it ur best ha! He nodded agreeing to join u and he almost regret that.
U were laying on ur stomache the tattoo artist working on ur inner thigh, Heachan could see u through the empty space in the glass, he could see ur ass sticking out as the tattoo artist is inking in ur skin, not paying attention anymore to whatever shit Mark is saying, his mind wondering to later on, to when he'll have u and make u pay for all the teasing u did to him cause ofc he won't let it slide…
U were on ur way back, Heachan's the one driving insisting for both of u and Mark to spend some time in his house and Mark agreed even tho he wanted to drop u off before hands but Heachan refused, u were about to reach Heachan's house when Mark's phone started ringing, "ohh okaay i'll be there in 20 minutes, okayy dw" Mark sighed asking Heachan to drop him off right there "i have to go, they need more waiters tonight" Mark turned to where u r pretending to sleep knowing so well that he would force u to go home right away and u can't let that happen, not when u have this big of oppotunity "dude what am i gonna do? should i wake her up?" Heachan shooked his head "no need i'll take care of her dw" it took Mark a minute to nod his head not sure if he did a good job or not but trusting his friend nonetheless.
The moment u heard the door click and the engine start again u opened ur eyes, sighing in relieve and laying there playing with ur phone, excitement filling ur whole body… U felt the car stopping before Heachan got off the car closing the door with too much force that it startled u, u got out of the car seeing Heachan's back facing u as he was opening the door to his house, u stepped in, tugging the end of ur skirt as u followed him inside and the next thing u know, u were pressed on the wall, Heachan's hand wrapped around ur neck making u gasp, his other hand on ur hips, breathing right into ur ears "u played with wrong person little doll" he whispered the hand on ur neck moving up to grip ur jaw making u moan from how rough he is, he chuckled looking at u amused "we didn't even start and u r moaning already?" he clicked his tongue moving ur face and forcing u to look at him, ur hazy eyes meeting up with own and u felt ur legs weaken at the way he was staring at u,
he burrowed his head on ur neck nibbling at ur jaw, his right leg forcing it's way between ur legs, urging u to sit on his thigh and he groaned as he felt ur wetness through his pants, his hand letting go from ur face and gropping ur breasts on top of ur dress, kneading them harshly loving the sound of ur moans and whimpers as u grind at his thigh "i bet u've been waiting for this to hapen right? to come here and for me to fuck u senseless" you whimpered in response, his knee raising slightly to press more on ur pussy making u scream his name, his eyes never leaving ur face, loving the way u look, mouth wide open, eyes rolling back, drooling at the pleasure u were feeling, your makeup a mess already, he groaned, his cock twitching at the sight, his hands leaving ur breast and traveling down to your ass, gripping it tightly and pulling ur body forward making u ride his thigh properly, his hands controlling ur every movement and not letting u stop even if u begged, he moved his face towards yours, his lips ghosting over yours, his hot breath fanning on your skin and you were so eager to kiss him, to taste his mouth that u've heard multiple times talking so dirty and sinful that it drove you crazy.
But he won't give in that easy, he moved away, his hand still controlling your hips and making you chase your orgasm, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he looked at the desperate mess he turned u into, your hands holding onto his shirt for dear life, your knuckles turning white, your eyes closed, your breathing uneven, your whole body trembling from the pleasure, your hips stuttering from overstimulation your thighs clenching around his knee.
He chuckled "cum for me doll, cum for me like the desperate whore u are" you moaned in response, his voice and dirty talk sending u over the edge, the pleasure taking over ur whole body, a scream escaping your lips as you cum hard, your juices spilling out on his pants.
He let go of your body and you slumped down to the floor, a satisfied smile on ur face as you look at him through ur hazy vision, his hands fumbling with his belt and undoing his zipper, pulling out his cock and stroking it slowly, the precum spilling out of his slit, his eyes trained on your body, his tongue licking his bottom lip, he smirked and you knew that this won't end until he has his fill.
"Strip"
You stood up on wobbly legs, the post orgasm high making your head spin but u still manage to strip out of ur clothes, standing naked in front of Heachan whose hungry eyes were scanning every inch of ur skin, his cock hard and ready, his hand stroking it as he looked at u. He groaned and walked towards you, his hand on the back of ur neck pushing u down until u were face to face with his cock, the tip touching ur lips leaving a trail of precum.
"Open your mouth little doll" despite his words he didn't give u a chance to do so shoving his cock inside your mouth, hitting the back of ur throat and making ur gag reflex kick in, he pushed his cock even deeper inside, making it hit ur throat as tears rolled down ur cheeks, you started coughing and trying to pull away but his hand didn't budge, not letting you escape, not until his whole cock was coated with ur saliva. You sucked him in and swallowed his cock whole, trying your best not to choke, your nails digging into his thighs, leaving crescent moons on his skin.
He grunted, his hand fisting ur hair and forcing you to deep throat his cock, your jaw starting to hurt and you were close to passing out from the lack of air, Heachan groaned as he released his seed deep down your throat, you swallowed everything, his hands finally letting go of your hair and you fell on the floor this time gasping and trying to regain your breath.
U were panting, drool and his cum drippin on ur chin, eyes teared up smeering ur mascrara and eyeliner, your body hot and sweaty and the only thing he wants to do is to make u beg for his mercy but he held himself back, pulling his cock back into his pants and adjusting them making u look at him confused "w-what are u doing?" you asked, the panic evident in your voice, scared that he'll leave u hanging. He raised his eyebrow at you and chuckled "what is it doll? did you think i'll let u go this easily?" his eyes darkening and the corner of his lips quirking up "what do u think? should i leave u now?" he asked the smirk evident on his lips as he saw how eargerly u were shaking ur head "use your words little doll" he teased and u blushed "please" u whimpered "please what? what do u want?" he teased, enjoying how flustered and nervous u are getting.
"I want you to fuck me" u whispered, eyes casted down, he lift ur chin forcing u to look at him , his other hand removing the strands of hair that got stuck on ur face "i don't know if u derserve it tbh" u pouted at him, making him laugh ur insides tightening delicously at the sound of it "so eager for me huh? u want me that bad? u want my cock so deep inside u?" u nodded eagerly and he smiled at ur desperation, his hand letting go of ur chin and wrapping around ur throat as he pulled you towards him, his other hand holding ur jaw forcing u to keep your eyes on him.
"I'll make sure to break u until all u can do is beg me to stop, until the only word left in ur mind is my name, until u forget every other name but mine" he whispered in ur ear, his grip tightening making u gasp and moan "is that what u want? tell me doll" you nodded, a silent "please" escaping ur lips and he smirked, satisfied with ur answer.
He led u towards his room, pushing u onto the bed, his mouth finding its way to your neck, his teeth scraping ur skin and sucking on it harshly, leaving marks on the way. His tongue trailing a path from ur collarbones, to ur nipples, swirling his tongue around them before biting and sucking them harshly, making you moan loudly.
"You're such a slut for me aren't you y/n? always teasing me, wanting my cock inside u" his hand reached down, two fingers plunging inside your pussy without warning, a loud moan leaving ur lips as his fingers curl inside u, his thumb pressing on ur clit, sending shivers down ur spine.
"Oh my god.. ahh" he chuckled, his mouth still leaving marks on ur skin while his fingers are moving inside u. "I love how wet u got for me baby, so wet and ready to take my cock" his thumb speed rubbing harshly against your clit making u squirm on his hold from the pleasure until u cum, your juices squirting and covering his fingers, incoherent words leaving ur mouth as u try to catch ur breath but he didn't let that happen his hand never stopping its movement, fingers thrusting in and out, curling and uncurling, making ur walls flutter around him, your whole body twitching as he overtimulated u while u were trying to pull him away from u, ur tears not stopping as u cried and begged him to stop, "Fuck… Heachan please… Please i can't anymore" u whimpered, tears rolling down ur cheeks as you kept cumming, his fingers never leaving, the pleasure was too much that u were about to pass out but he won't let u, his hands finally stopping, showing u his fingers that were coated with your juices before he licked them, enjoying the sweet taste of it.
"You're doing good doll, u taste so sweet" he cooed, his mouth leaving kisses and licks on ur face, his hands roaming around your body, making your breath hitch and ur skin tickle, his fingers finding its way to ur neck, wrapping around it and squeezing gently, your mouth forming a small o shape, his other hand holding your jaw, his mouth on top of yours, his tongue forcing its way inside and exploring ur mouth, u felt his fingers tightening its hold blocking the air making u dizzy the only thing u can hear is your own heartbeat, your eyes rolling back and closing, the pleasure making its way through ur body, your whole body going limp as he kisses the life out of you.
He pulled away, his fingers letting go of ur neck and you gasped, trying to take in the air, Heachan kissed the side of ur neck before whispering in ur ears "are u ready baby?" he bit ur jaw "are u ready for my cock?" u nodded eagerly and he flipped you over, his fingers digging into ur hips, his cock entering inside u in one thrust making u cry out his name, the sudden pleasure overwhelming and making ur head spin, Heachan groaned at the way ur walls wrapped around him squeezing his cock so tight making his mind go blank and his self control slip, he moved, his hips moving in and out, his pace fast and rough, not caring whether it's hurting you or not, all he wanted was to have his way with you and mark you and make sure that you'll be thinking of him and him only.
"Shit… u feel so good y/n, so fucking tight" he cursed under his breath, his hands holding onto ur hips, his fingers bruising the soft skin as u were gone, ur mind so foggy only gasping and moaning as he pounded into u, his cock hitting deep, his hips slamming hard into your ass, a string of curses leaving his lips, the pleasure so great and overwhelming that his mind is clouded, all he can think about is you and his need to release, his need to cum deep inside and to make sure that u r full and dripping with his cum.
You were so close, u can feel it, you were about to cum,your whole body trembled as his fingers were digging harder into your skin holding you close and tight, u felt his thrusts getting sloppier and faster, his cock reaching the deepest spots, hitting your g spot over and over again, and when his hand reached around and pressed on your clit, it was over for you, you came with a scream, his name leaving your mouth as ur thighs were shaking, your eyes rolling back, ur whole body trembling, and Heachan wasn't done, he groaned, his movements slowing down as he filled you with his cum, his cock pulsating inside of you, his cum dripping down ur thighs as he pulled out.
Heachan was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with every breath he took, his hands moving away from your hips watching intensly how his cum oozed out of you, a smug look on his face, proud that he marked you as his, your whole body aching, his hands were all over you, tracing every bruise and bite mark he made, his lips trailing kisses on your neck, a small smile on his face as he held you in his arms making u cling to him more before u felt something poking ur back and u widen ur eyes so tired "Heachan please no" u whined trying to get away from his hold but his grip was tight, not letting go as his lips curled up, his smile growing wider "just one more time y/n" and u were sure by the tone of his voice that he doesn't mean that at all.
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12 days of kolowv: day 9
my baby @theapocryphaofantares's birthday is in nine days, and because i love him with all my heart he gets a small microfic every day until he gets his big present on his actual birthday.
prompt: salt | frenemies jarty | words: 848
“You’re such a—not a nice person,” James grits out. He’s angry, he’s so fucking annoyed, and he has two eleven-year-olds in the minivan with him so of course he can’t fully express how he’s feeling. Barty is sitting in the front seat, feet on the dashboard, and analyzing the stupid hand tattoos that James never failed to remind him looked like shit.
See, here’s the issue: James did not want to go to the beach. He wanted to stay home and sit on his porch with his kid, but Barty had other plans. Barty had busted inside their house and walked into the kitchen with Luna in tow in a bathing suit and heart-shaped sunglasses on her head. Barty’s holding a large beach bag, and sticking out of it were sand castle molds. James and Harry sat at the small dining table eating a late breakfast. And as Harry was mid-bite of his pancakes, he looked at Luna, then looked at Barty, then looked at James.
“Appa,” Harry said. “Are we going—”
“No,” James answered quickly. “No way.”
But yet, here is James, driving Harry, Luna, and the idiotic man-child to the beach.
“Not a nice person, huh?” Barty questions. “I have two other people in this car who beg to differ.”
“Don’t speak for my kid,” James says, eyes still on the road. He sighs. “I hate the beach.”
“I know,” Barty replies. “Why do you think we’re going?”
And it takes everything in James not to stop the car and throw Barty out.
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“Appa,” Harry says, standing in the ocean with James. Harry’s wiggling his toes in the sand and they’re watching Barty and Luna play in the water, splashing each other. Luna’s laughter is loud, and it brings a small smile to James’ face. “Uncle Barty said that the foam in the water is whale sperm.”
“What?” James asks, smile quickly replaced by a look of disgust. “No, Harry, don’t listen to him.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not true.”
“So what it is then?”
“Not—not whatever Uncle Barty said.”
“Whale sperm.”
“Okay, you don’t need to say it again,” James mutters. “Don’t tell anyone else that.”
“Why not?”
“Because you shouldn’t be spreading misinformation to others,” James replies. “Your uncle is a moron who doesn’t know what’s coming out of his mouth half the time.”
Harry shrugs, and James knows that Harry isn’t going to listen to him anyway. Barty is carrying Luna out of the water, who looks exhausted but has a big smile plastered on her face. When they get closer to James and Harry, Barty looks down at James and where he’s standing and looks back up at him.
“Gross,” Barty says.
“What?” James deadpans, clearly not in the mood to deal with Barty's bullshit. “What is so gross?”
“Harry,” Barty says, nodding towards James. “Your dad is stepping in whale sperm.”
Harry and Luna break out into laughter, and James wants to bury Barty in the sand and make him suffocate.
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“Uncle James,” Luna whispers, crouching next to him. James jumps a little, not expecting Luna to be right there. “Uncle James, what are you doing with Uncle Barty’s soda?”
James had this incredible idea while Barty and Harry trekked a little further down the beach to build sand castles. Barty had left his can of soda near James, opened and half empty. When Barty had his back turned, James took the can and dumped out the contents. He waited when Barty wasn’t paying attention to him before jogging up to the ocean and carefully replacing the soda with ocean water.
“Shh,” James says, putting his finger against his lips. “Don’t tell Uncle Barty.”
“Are we playing a prank?” She asks, tilting her head.
“Yeah,” James answers, nodding. “But we have to be sneaky, okay?”
“Can I help?”
“Sure, of course,” James says.
Luna holds out her hand, and James looks at her with a confused look. Once he realizes she’s waiting for him to give her the can, he hands it to her. He watches as she slightly jogs over to Barty, and he quickly gets up and walks as far as he can from the ocean and gets settled at their spot to make it look like he has no idea what’s going on.
He watches Luna hand him the can, and Barty stands up and ruffles her hair before taking the can and sipping on it. James snorts when he watches Barty spit the salt water out. He can hear him say something to Luna, but then he sees Luna pointing at him. Barty follows where Luna is pointing at and James doesn’t have to be up close to know that Barty is pissed.
James makes himself comfortable on the beach towel, lays down, and closes his eyes.
That’s what Barty gets for fucking dragging James to the beach in the first place.
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I was scrolling through and you spoke about an evil arc (like Nogitsune from Teen Wolf). I am so hyped (even though it would come up way later). Can you give some spoilers?
Here ya go, Nonnie! Hope you enjoy! An extra little treat this week since I left this week's episode on a cliffhanger ;)
SEASON FOUR TEASER!!! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!
Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions of torture
Word Count: 704
After the woman Sam had over before Dean and Bobby showed up left, Dean glared at him, arms crossed. “So tell me, what'd it cost?”
Sam grinned. “The girl? I don't pay, Dean.”
Dean remained stern. “That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?”
“You think I made a deal?” Sam scoffed.
Bobby chimed in harshly, “That's exactly what we think.”
“Well, I didn’t.”
Dean’s gaze hardened further. “Don't lie to me.”
“I’m not lying!”
The older brother advanced on Sam. “So, what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.”
Sam stood to face his brother. “Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, alright?”
“There’s no other way this could’ve gone down,” Dean roared, grabbing Sam’s shirt. “Now tell the truth!”
Sam broke out of Dean’s grip. “I tried everything! That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, alright? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, alright? Dean, I'm sorry.”
Noticing Sam was growing quite emotional, Dean finally let off. “It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.”
“Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that Sam's soul remains intact,” Bobby said, “but it does raise a sticky question.”
“If he didn't pull me out, then what did?” A horrible realization crossed Dean’s mind. “It must’ve been (Y/N). Dammit! Where is she?!” He turned and ran a hand through his hair.
“Dean…” Bobby trailed off, “I haven’t seen her in months.”
He turned back to Bobby quite shocked. “What?”
“Me, neither,” replied Sam. “She… uh, she hasn’t returned any of my calls, either.”
Dean looked to Bobby frantically, and Bobby shook his head. “Sorry, kid. I wish I knew where to tell ya to start lookin’. Nobody’s seen her.”
“So… So she could be dead for all we know,” Dean worried.
Sam nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry, Dean.”
***
But you weren’t dead, you were very much alive; physically, anyway. Dean figured that out a few days later when he was watching the news.
“Authorities are searching for this woman—” a grainy image of you wearing a wig, a hood, and jeans appeared on screen, and he supposed it’d been caught on CCTV, “—whose identity is unknown, but she has been potentially connected to at least seven murders over the past four months; all of well-respected, family-oriented men across multiple state lines. She is considered to be armed and dangerous, and if you have any information, please call—”
Dean’s mind ran a mile a minute. His anxiety raced at the idea that you may be possessed or possibly even turned while he was in Hell. “Sammy!” Dean called from Bobby’s couch.
Sam appeared moments later and looked at the television in front of his brother. “Holy crap,” he breathed out.
“Yeah, man, this is bad,” Dean stood and ran a hand through his hair while he paced, “whatever’s wearin’ her face is gettin’ her in a ton of trouble. We gotta—”
“Wait, Dean, slow down,” Sam said. “She has the tattoo. There’s nothing gettin’ in her.”
“Yeah, well, maybe something scratched it off,” Dean continued. “Maybe a shapeshifter got a hold of her—”
“Or maybe that’s just (Y/N),” Bobby stated, causing the two boys to turn to him.
“What?” they asked in unison.
“A demon wouldn’t be concerned about hiding (Y/N)’s identity, and a shifter wouldn’t keep one meat suit for that long,” Bobby continued. “Boys, I think that’s just her.”
***
You whistled along to the Bernadette Caroll record playing in the corner of the cabin, and turned around at the sound of rustling and moaning coming from behind you. The man behind you lolled his head to the side and shifted painfully.
“Thought I lost you there for a bit,” you cooed, approaching the restrained man. You put the end of your knife under his chin and tipped it up so his eyes were on yours. “Are you gonna start playing nicely, or what?”
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Blaming me for sending an ask and now I have to, lol
What about Sukuna x transmasc Cinderellaesque reader? 👀 Just to feed the fans
To be fair
You were a good candidate heheh
But! I digress.
I see your request, and I prepare your food~
Title: Cinderella Style
Characters: Sukuna x transmasc!Reader
Contains: Cinderellaesque plot, make out, alcohol mention, reader self doubt, good ending
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Full request below the cut
All characters are 18+
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You almost didn't recognize the man in the mirror, and it gave you a rush.
The outfit wasn't anything spectacular, but it ticked all the right boxes. The clothes shaped your body just right, and your hair was styled just how you liked it. Now that you had moved out , you were able to dress and present just how you wanted, and it was liberating. Your friend especially was one to thank, as this party was partially a reason for you to dress how you wanted as an experiment.
Speaking of your friend, you checked the text from them, double checking the time of the party and comparing it to the time on your watch. You were early, but thought that wouldn't be an issue and saw yourself out.
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Fear.
Standing at the house, fear coursed through your body. What if someone saw through you? What if someone called you out? What if this whole party was some sort of fake out? What if--
"Hey!"
Your friend's voice shook you from your thoughts as they ran up to you. You had known better than to think anything like that of them, but you couldn't help that fear that wanted to settle in.
"H-Hey!"
"So! You ready for a little fun?" Your friend nudged your arm with their elbow, their excitement on their sleeve. "Excited to be the real you?"
"W-Well..." You gently rubbed your arm wanting to let out your feelings, wanting to turn tail and hide. No one was here yet, so it's not like you'd be the center of attention, but the feelings still lingered.
Your friend was able to see the worry that radiated from you and gently put an arm around your shoulders. "Listen. If anyone gives you hell, find me, okay?"
You were always thankful for this friend. They've had your back for as long as you could remember. Feeling the fear start to fade off, you gave them a small nod. "Y-Yeah, I will."
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An hour into the party finally starting, and you were a free spirit, conversing with people here and there, luckily no thanks to the alcohol going around. Thankfully there were waters and sodas about, so you helped yourself to those as you finally got comfortable.
At the moment, you had found yourself in conversation between three other men: a white haired guy with sunglasses, a guy with his black hair in a half ponytail, and a male with pink spiked hair and forearm tattoos. This group of four soon became a group of two as the guys with the black and white hair left the conversation when a woman with long brown hair pulled them aside.
"Oh, hey, never did catch your name," you noted to the remaining male, who never spoke during the group as the other two took up most of the time.
"Mm?" He had a cup to his lips, swallowing down the contents before answering. "Mm. Sukuna. You?"
You gave your name as you noted his. "So...how do you know my friend?"
"Ah, the host? I don't. I got dragged here with a few others who do know them, but why complain when there's free food and drink? The handsome company is a bonus...~"
His voice was deep and velvety, and while you weren't drinking, you wished you were so you can blame whatever heat was on your face from his voice alone. But joined in with how he looked, the compliment, and his gaze downward at you? It had you weak.
Alright, settle down. It's fine, you're fine. He's pretty hot, he thinks you're hot...shoot the shot!
You didn't have a plan if someone started to hit on you, but you didn't want to leave the party chickening out of anything, so you took a chance.
"Had I known you'd be around, I'd have brought extra ice for my drink."
...No that was stupid, definitely stupid.
But, Sukuna appeared to disagree, and he couldn't help but chuckle at your response. So...It had to have worked, right?
"Is that so?" he asked, leaning a bit closer to you. Your heart hammered by the closeness, but you didn't feel scared anymore. You felt excited.
After what felt like an eternity of silence between you, Sukuna turned his attention to something else for a moment before returning his eyes back to you.
"Hey, can I lead you somewhere?"
You almost didn't hear him, but the question still registered. As long as you didn't leave the house, you didn't mind following him.
With your consent, Sukuna took your hand and led you through the crowd of people. Both your drinks were left forgotton on different pieces of furninture as you walked. Before you realized it, Sukuna had pulled you two into a small closet, granting you some privacy.
"Still good?"
His voice was a surprise amid the darkness, your eyes slowly adjusting. Your heart continued to thwump away, both excited and nervous for what was to come. You were no dummy, though. This felt like a classic cliche party trope, and your brain and heart were all for it.
"Y-Yeah! Yeah still good."
"Heh. Good. Now, you're free to stop me at any time, okay?"
Still not being able to see, you were about to question him when his lips met yours. Throwing caution to the wind, you returned the kiss, arms wrapping around the larger male. You could feel his own arms around you, his strength making you feel weak.
Nothing more progressed from this event; it was merely a heated make out, one that currently made your mind a hazy mess. Hands touched clothes, hair. Jackets were soon discarded to the side. Grunts, groans, and moans filled the air that held muffled music. You almost wouldn't have minded if it progressed.
Until Sukuna's hand traveled up your shirt from the side, touching a forgotten piece of fabric by your chest. You felt his motions stutter for a moment, but your mind was already in flight mode.
Pulling away from the kiss, you tried to stammer out a response, but your mind wouldn't process. Instead you pushed yourself away, heading to the door. Sukuna grabbed your wrist, but without missing a beat, you shook him free, bolting from the closet, and ultimately, out from the party.
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It had been a couple days since that party. You were a mental mess, but it had somewhat subsided as the time went on. Your friend tried reaching out, but you insisted you needed alone time. Really, you just wanted to forget everything that happened.
Only you wouldn't be so lucky as a knock rattled your door one night.
Opening the door, you were greeted to a familiar figure: pink spiked hair, tall, and tattoos on the forearm.
"Uh...hello," was all you could mutter.
"Hey, I'm looking for (y/n)? I was told he lived here." His voice sounded the same, even sounding a hint hopeful, though it didn't seem like he recognized you right away, given you didn't appear the same way. It was mainly the baggy clothes and posture that separated you from his memory of you.
You could send him on his way or try to explain everything. You were about to open your mouth when he continued on.
"Sorry for bothering. It's just he left his jacket at a party, and I wanted to return it." That being said, he held up the item, your very jacket that you hadn't realized you left at the party.
"I left that over there?" It left you before you could stop yourself.
Sukuna quirked a brow. "You're (y/n)?"
You hesitated for a moment. "Y-Yeah. Sorry. It's...complicated."
Extending his arm and handing the jacket over, Sukuna replied. "Don't worry. You don't have to see me again if you don't want to."
"N-No no it's not that." You took the jacket, fidgeting with it in your arms. "I mean...It wasn't you. I promise. It was me. See I...I'm kinda..." You cursed yourself, unable to find the words to explain it.
"Hey, no worries, okay?" You were surprised to hear how calm he was about this. "Whatever it is, if you don't want to talk about it or...hell, can't, then don't. It's none of my business."
His words weren't in a way that was like "I really don't care," but in a way that showed he would wait if needed, or rather if he stayed in your life. It was your decision to address, and he knew he had no right to need an explanation until you were ready.
It was the first time anyone had shown this kind of care to you, an action you were thankful for.
"Although...I wouldn't mind getting coffee with you. Down the street?"
Processing his words, you gave a delayed nod. "S-Sure! I mean, yeah, I wouldn't mind. Maybe next week? If you're not busy."
Giving you a relieved smile, he replied, "Yeah. Sounds good. I'll see you then. Noon?"
"Noon."
#kaisers house of desires#x reader#x male reader#x male y/n#jujutsu kaisen#x trans male reader#x transmasc reader#x trans reader#sukuna#ryoumen sukuna#jjk sukuna#jujutsu sukuna#sukuna ryomen#jujutsu kaisen sukuna
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This is kinda silly but in agaoc au, do you think tattoos would appear on soulmates skins? I can imagine it ending up as a mix of "it's seen as eh to get a tattoo without knowing your soulmate because what if they don't want one for whatever reason" but also being something really cute to keep them with you permanently. Like have you and your soulmate write your names on a paper and get a tattoo matching so even without pens you're still written on them
I can imagine Red Son getting a tattoo of a drawing of Mk's so that even when (if) he dies, he still is there in spirit
LMAO this is one of those fun worldbuilding questions I love about soulmate aus. I can only assume that tattoos would in fact stay on your soulmate's skin forever, so it'd probably be best *not* to get a tramp stamp when you're drunk for your poor soulmate's sake.
The idea of Red Son getting a tattoo of MK's work is very sweet hehe
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headcanon that astoria went through a rebellious phase in her teens and got a nose piercing and a tiny hidden tattoo on her hip ✨️
#canonicaly 🤓☝🏻 she was rebellious in her views on muggles and blood purity SO is it really that much of a stretch 😗😗#my answer is no so here we are#the tattoo can be whatever you want it to be#a butterfly was my original thought because thats every womans classic hidden tattoo innit#i think one meaning of the name astoria is hawk so perhaps that#but that would be harder to be small lmao#she wears a little plain silver nose ring btw not a stud#astoria greengrass#hpcc#harry potter#drastoria#draco is lowkey obsessed with both#hes obsessed with everything about his wife lets be real here guys#number one wife supporter#her mother was so mad when she found out but daphne found it funny as hell
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#ibullshitted whatever they had going on on their shirts cuz im watching a 480p dvdrip and cant be bothered to look up a refcut me some slac#i did bother to look up a reference pic for mac's tattoo though so like. priorities i guess#it's always sunny in philadelphia#iasip#mac mcdonald#charlie kelly#my art#edit: seeing ppl tag this as charmac and Honestly this was not the intent but! it can be charmac if you guys want :-)#-> their dynamic has been rly growing on me so maybe ill draw them again soon Who knows
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*Be the trippy cyber Rhack you want to see in the world.*
Pose is referenced from The Maroon 5 Album "Hands All Over" which from the moment I saw it I knew had to be made into Rhack. It just had to be.
#rhys strongfork#handsome jack#ai handsome jack#rhack#borderlands#my art#ai jack#rhys the company man#hands all over#maroon 5#feed my beautiful rhack lovers#also I know Jack has two right hands. it’s like that in the reference and after considering I choose to keep it like that#and give both hands a tattoo#making the second right hands tattoo a mix of Rhys and Jack#because Jack’s an AI his body plan can be whatever#it’s trippy cyber smut what do you want? a pony?
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sukuna begging yuuji to take him back because he wants to feel his emotions again instead of his own emptiness and nothing but the closeness they once had is enough for him. and when yuuji does, because he feels incomplete as well without sukuna, he spawns into the domain again and walks around the familiar place, hesitantly calling out sukuna’s name to confirm he’s really there. “sukuna…?”
“…kozō” he hears in return, fondness in the tone, and when he looks up at where he remembers the throne to be he sees a face so similar to his staring down at him with a smile, a hand immediately reaching out to slick the pink hair back. after everything they went through there’s no reason to keep dancing around it – they belong to each other.
#cue yuuji starting to cry because his kuna is back#maybe he can keep the arms and mouths but i need yuujikuna back sorry T_T#they bask in the comfort for a while sukuna sitting on his throne with yuuji on his lap and when they hold hands yuuji obviously goes#“hm i almost forgot what having two pinkies was like” and sukuna sighs “stop being dramatic you have three more now”#sukuna kissing every scar on yuuji’s face and affectionately running his thumb on the ones under his eyes because they’re on there again <3#would sukuna inherit yuuji’s scars i think the answer is no bc he didn’t have them before but i like to think that he can do whatever he#wants. bc people thought he used yuuji’s face just to spite him which is so diabolical of him hehe#or maybe at first he was forced to wear yuuji’s face and couldn’t restore his true self because he was only a few fingers#and if he comes back and yuuji welcomes his presence instead of resisting it/restraining him then he’s free to look as he pleases#i could talk about this all day it’s so fascinating to me#and the fact that gege changes sukuna’s tattoos mask etc all the time does nawt help but it’s fun#my post
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i WAS gonna draw this but artblock is kicking my ass ಥ_ಥ
Reincar!dip getting born with the constellation mark and his religious parents r freeaakingg out!! So they decide to raise him in a church and by priest etc in hopes to "cleanse" him.
So like, they first meet and dipper just tries to fuckin exorcise bill, and just bill is so flabbergasted because what the fuck??
D: *holding a cross* I've been taught the horrible deeds you've done demon! I will not let you attach yourself to me!
B: 😃..😶...
And, another thing is that the church basically replace every water in dippers day to day life with holy water, and it would take atleast a good 2 years to wash all that out with regular water :3 bill finds out abt this information the hard way (it stings when they kiss)
D: that was my first kiss, with a demon! The one they told me to stay away from! oh no father would be so mad
B: fuck-shit ow ow ow FUCK- my lips- kid what did they feed you in that church, do you just drink holy water everyday??
D: ...yes?..
Also bonus-
D: So, if we're married when do we.. Consumate our marriage
B:
B:... What if we wait for a while...
I imagine this might not deter Bill! Instead, he could see it as a challenge. Constantly sticking his hand on the lit stove burner that is Dipper, going 'Ow', then doing it again. And again. And each time, coming up with increasingly convoluted schemes to get around the problem.
Eventually, Dipper's the one who has to tell him to knock it off. It's starting to worry him.
#answers#Bill's not affected by holy water but there are absolutely other demon-wards that keep him out#And to be sure DIpper could be laden with wreathes of them if his church/parents put in the effort#Cue Bill trying more and more bizarrely creative attempts to break past this electric fence he's got around him#He's the type of guy where if you hold something he *really* wants *just* out of his reach he only double his efforts to get it#In an attempt to prove that Nothing Can Stop him and how he's Infinitely Clever#A fact that original Dipper has used on him in the bedroom before though those were *made* to be eventually broken.#Whatever tattooed demon wards or anti-demon blessings Dipper has this time around: BIll *will* find a way around them!!#(He does not think to just like. Use a condom)
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I feel like this is a fandom where I don’t really have to worry about this but just in case:
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease artists drawing any TMAGP!Gerry Keay please do not degothify him, just because he can smile now does not mean that the black lipstick/eyeliner just melts off his face, please I am begging on my hands and knees, a Gerry without chains and shitty box dye is like an angel without wings
#tmagp spoilers#the Magnus protocol spoilers#tmagp#the Magnus protocol#I feel like fan artists are more likely to add more tattoos/piercings any chance they get#but also as a goth myself I’ve been burned by degothification being like#a sign of someone being less miserable#ie more normal#and for me it’s the opposite#I am at my most depressed when I am not in goth mode#so pretty please let Gerry remain a weird little freak thank you#at the end of the day yall can do whatever you want but if I see normie!Gerry I will cry
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“You kissed me, whispered stories in my ear. You sang to me and held me as I slept. Your laughed chased me into waking.”
She knew she shouldn’t speak, but she couldn’t help herself.
“And what did you do Matthias? What did you do to me in your dreams?”
His eyes were blue fire.
“Everything.”
#Helnik#six of crows#grishaverse#matthias helvar#nina zenik#shadow and bone#Alexa play fine line by Harry styles#the kiss#fanart#mine#I don’t want to fight you and I don’t want to sleep in the dirt#you sunshine you temptress#can you tell I just read the scene in the whalers hut#anyway I’m obsessed whatever#Matthias is like if you took Jason grace and spliced him with the Witcher#Aurora kilbey#bigglecakes#fun fact I have the kiss tattooed on my leg
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vonnegutcunt rare drawing commissions moment....hot off the presses :-)
further details in tags! (since tumblr is broken rn this post can be found under the tag "#cowboy kandi" on my blog)
#my half-assed hack fraud commissions sheet.......#i want it known upfront im not in any particular financial need atm. this is just an exercise in having fun drawing things#whatever i make ill be putting half the money away for a new tattoo but the other half I'll be sharing various places 👍#if you want to share to someones gofundme or paypal or anything else like that and provide receipts ill also draw you a little something#based on the pricing scale#so yea :-)#cowboy kandi#prices rnt perfect but they're what i feel comfortable doing for now. will definitely change if things work out#i have venmo and cashapp buuuuut would be willing to download paypal if necessary.#typically I do lineart works solely in pen and ink and do color works digitally#but if you have a preference just let me know and#we can talk about it!
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