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paddockbunny · 1 year

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Repeat Offender

Summary : Charles is recently single and quickly finds himself in a "friends with benefits" situation with none other than his ex-girlfriend's best friend.

Rating : 18+, Mature

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Reader

Word Count : 7, 345

Trigger Warnings : 18+, Mature & Adult themes, Angsty, FWB situation, PinV sex, Unprotected sex, Oral (female receiving), slight choking, c*m talk & language

Authors Note : Firstly, I had around five or six requests for a newly single charles or rebounding charles so I've amalgamated them all into one. Thank you for the inspo to all of those who requested something to do with this. I'm trying out some first person stuff on this one so although it's labelled as "reader" YOU are in fact the author/reader if that makes sense. I also don't mention Charles' ex by name and that is very much on purpose as I keep my blog as IRL WAG free as possible so none of my stories will feature any of their names, hope you can all understand why. Anyway, this is LOOOOOONG so it has not been proofread yet.

You know when you wake up but your not fully awake yet, you’re like conscious but not alert? Well, that was exactly how I was feeling as the room was ever so slightly spinning and the faint memory of strawberry daiquiri's and vodka shots were beginning to flash across my eyes. So was the deafening sound of the music, the ache in the arches of my feet from stupid heels and the feeling of hands creeping around my waist pulling my ass against a firm crotch while dancing. Then as I slowly crept more and more into consciousness I felt the slight ache from my thighs kick in and the feeling my body had been through it.

Finally, after summoning up the energy to do it, I managed to open my eyes. They felt heavy and dense and I realised there was no way I had made it home because I had slept in my make-up - and regardless of whatever state I was in I would always manage to stumble into the bathroom to at least wipe most of the night out greasepaint off of my face so the fact it was still firmly in place meant the worst. As my vision was struggled to focus I wriggled around in a rather comfortable bed and attempted to pull myself up without a wave of nausea lash upon me. Exactly how much did I fucking drink last night? But then as eventually my eyes concentrated on something and a very loud groan reverberated from my throat. The familiar bright coloured art work that hung from the white wall across from the bottom of the bed was like a vicious, unwelcome enemy. I had studied it far too many times to count and each time it got worse and worse. It was like the eyes of T. J Eckleburg in The Great Gatsby, but instead of the judgment of an inanimate object upon American society, this horrendous painting was judging my piss poor decisions of the night prior which lead me to waking up in this damn bed, once again. And as my stomach lurched I had to force myself to make sure I was in the bed of the man whom the awful painting belonged to.

At an almost glacier pace my head began to turn. Crawling up the sheet clad outline of a pair of calves, knees and up to big, broad thighs and into the covered - yet barely - crotch. The outline of his cock almost visible through the white cotton that was practically failing to protect his modesty. His hips were next, then the outline of abs which yeah ok - I can admit it, I’ve traced with my tongue before so sue me. Then I couldn’t do it any longer. I was just drawing things out. I snapped my head immediately up to his and yup! It was Charles.

“Oh fuck!” I groaned loudly and with an eye roll I drew my hands over my face. Listen, you might be thinking “he’s fucking hot as hell, probably an incredible shag and I’d love to know how big his cock is” but, it’s all the other stuff that goes along with these nights of drunken yet passionate sex with Charles that makes me sick to my stomach each time I wake up here. You see Charles had so much awkward baggage that spilled over into my own life and I really went through several stages of self loathing when I left his apartment and had the embarrassing walk of shame home the next day. “Good morning to you too.” He scoffed loudly but by this point I knew he probably felt as guilt-ridden and dismayed as I felt.

Silence had momentarily befallen us. All I heard was the quick typing of his thumbs hitting his phone screen. It was almost annoying. That incessant tap, tappy tappy tappy, tap, tap as he typed whatever was in his head into a text or whatever he was doing. I couldn’t help it, I rolled my eyes and thought how likely it was that he was probably texting one of his friends telling them how the pair of us had hooked up AGAIN! Most likely he was asking for their advice on how to get me out of his bed. Not that he needed any because there was no way in hell I felt like staying. I wanted to get out of here as badly and he wanted to kick me out. Just as I moved to sit upright a bit more and try search for my stomach lurched and I had to take a few deep breaths not to feel the effects of last nights alcohol. Something which unfortunately Charles noticed and as he asked if I was suffering from a the dreaded hangover, sarcasm laced thick in his voice.

“Why does this always happen? Why do we do this?” I sighed while letting out a long, drawn out exhale. The question hung in the air and I could feel Charles’ eyes suddenly burrowing into the side of my head. I knew there were words teetering on the tip of his tongue and could practically hear his brain working out a response that sounded appropriate for me but thankfully, he remained in silence. There was no doubt he would have been regretting whatever things happened last night as much as I was and yet, he didn’t seem particularly consumed by guilt. He seemed rather carefree right now so scoff I closed my eyes in an attempt to piece the puzzle together remember what the fuck happened last night.

The music was far too loud but the fourth fruity cocktail I currently clasped in my hand made me rather immune and numb to it. I danced just like all the other girls out in the middle of the crowded dance floor. Hips swaying side to side in time with the rhythm. Hair swishing around without a care in the world. Feet aching in stupid stilettos. To have looked at me in that moment anyone would be forgiven for thinking I was a party girl. One of those glamorous girls always out on the town, partying, blowing cash (boys and snow* too probably) but really I hated going out. I hated the stress of finding something to wear, doing the whole routine of make-up and hair and then feeling like I was in the middle of a cattle market. At least the men in Monaco happened to be rich and therefore no girls spent a dime all night from all the free drinks that would get bought. And the fact that someone in my group always seemed to know someone else in another and that meant VIP was inevitable. And I mean come on, who wouldn’t want to be sat in VIP?! Which was funnily enough, where Amelie was pulling me in the direction of and then I sighed when I saw why.

Sat in a booth was none other than Charles and his gang of buddies that I really wish would have been anywhere else in the world tonight and not in this nightclub. As soon as he looked around and saw me heading toward him I swear he rolled his eyes.

“Fucking hello to you too Charles.” I thought, muttering under my breath while I and rolled my own eyes back at him sarcastically. And that was when my mind flashed back to the last time we saw each other. It had been at that shitty dinner where I actually felt sorry for him having to sit the whole night flashing googly eyes at his ex girlfriend hoping she would notice him even though the night before he had had his cock shoved down my throat, me! The one he spent the entire time ignoring. But the thing was, I knew one thing he didn’t and that was she was already moving on with someone who might have been too close too home for him to even comprehend. Yet, with his attitude I said nothing and allowed him to remain in purgatory. Sad thing was, she never even so much as glanced at him the whole meal. Then I remembered what happened after, once everyone had drank heavily and shared cars home. It hadn’t been the first time (nor the second, third or fourth and was actually more like the eleventh or twelfth) that Charles had put the moves on me and I stupidly succumbed to his seductions. But now as I reached the table the thought of his hands being between my thighs, his fingers caressing my desperate clit with the door to his apartment wide open behind us in an utterly voyeuristic display - one that I would never have pegged him as the type to enjoy - danced teasingly through my thoughts. He slid into the booth a little more and nodded in the direction of the now vacant faux leather seat beside him for me to sit in. He looked good tonight and for once that wasn’t the alcohol in my system talking. He seemed to be in good spirits and I figured he must have been celebrating a good race. It was neutral ground so I thought it was something I could talk to him about. When I went to open my mouth to do exactly so, my words were swallowed by his; “Have you seen her recently?” Your mouth parted slightly before closing. You had to bite your tongue before you said something to the effect of “fuck off” or “fuck you” and quickly shook your head to respond to him. Then loudly from across the table one of his friends shouted loudly “shots” and thankfully it distracted Charles from pushing the conversation toward her like he wanted.

Several shots were taken and yet another strong strawberry daiquiri was being drunk while having as everyone sat at the table has as much of a conversation as possible over the loud thumping music. I raised my voice as I leaned forward to answer one of the questions Charles’ friends had asked me. We had met before and yet he did that typical male thing of forgetting who I was and therefore I had to tell him all over again much to my slight annoyance and dismay. But as I was explaining what I did for a living, I stuttered when suddenly I felt the flesh of soft fingertips ghost up and down my bare naked thigh. The action almost made me brake my calm, collected exterior. He couldn’t be serious? We had barely spoken since I sat down nearly an hour ago and as his thumb stroked up and down the skin of my inner thigh I glanced at him. He wasn’t even paying attention, he was doing it just for the sake of it, because he could. And so without a single thought I decided it was time to go and dance again. I wanted to put distance between him and I because we would only end up doing what was by now becoming a habit and falling into bed together.

As I grabbed Amelie and pulled her back to dance with me, I could feel the familiar pulsating throb from between my thighs at the thought of Charles. I tried to push the thoughts of him out of my brain as I began dancing and yet, it was a pointless task as all I kept thinking about was how badly I needed him and how he melted all of my annoyed thoughts of him away with a simple touch of his damn hand. The worst part was, just as Amelie and I settled into moving our bodies one of Charles’ friends rudely pushed between us. I was just about to argue and tell him to get lost when I suddenly felt hands creep around my waist. I didn’t need to look to know who they belonged too and I realised the intrusion in between me and my dance partner had been orchestrated.

“Running away from me?” Charles purred against the side of my neck. Why did he do this? Every single time we saw each other he always got underneath my skin. I hated him for it but I felt powerless against him and his cocky seduction techniques. His hands gripped my waist tighter as he pulled me back so I was flush against him. Our hips moving side to side while he got all the friction of my ass grinding against his crotch. “We said the last time was the last time.” “No. You did.” His words were more direct than I would have expected them to be. Almost like he was annoyed at me for implying I was about to turn him down - as if I could if I wanted too, just having the teasing action of his clothed cock so close to where I wanted it would have had me making a public embarrassment of myself right here in a nightclub. And without warning he used those lingering hands to turn me around to face him. “Let me take you home.” “No, Charles. We cannot keep doing this.” The sheer fact that when I spoke to him he was looking at my mouth instead of in my eyes made me want to kick him in the shin for being so vexing. But right as I was trying to convince myself to stand my ground against him he cast his eyes across my body and fuck, the things it did to me when he looked at me like that. “Charles, we’re playing with fire….”

“So? We’ll both burn together.” He shrugged nonchalantly. And I suddenly realised how we were no longer dancing and simply standing staring at each other while everyone else around us continued. In a regular situation - when alcohol wasn’t coursing through my body clouding my judgment - I would have felt self conscious but right now all I could think about was the fact he wanted me so badly he was out here making bold declarations. For a second the fact his first words to me earlier were about his ex girlfriend entered into my mind and a fleeting crushing feeling passed through my soul. He just wanted me to release his tension, not because he ACTUALLY wanted me. I zoned out briefly as I thought of how bad I always felt the next day and considered if I was strong enough to do it again. But as I was contemplating his hand travelled up to my neck and he made me look at him and I was gone. I wanted him to make me feel good.

How he managed to get us both out of the nightclub so easily I had no idea. His hand was wrapped around my wrist guiding me past hordes of people and out toward an exit. It took all but two minutes until we were in the back of a car heading back to his. It seemed too swift to me, too well thought out and I realised that he was so arrogant because he knew I would say yes and probably pre-arranged the car to pick us up. In that second I knew I should have been so pissed off and angry that he would think I was that easy but I let it slip again because I knew I was using him as much as he was using me. I liked the momentary, fleeting high he gave me. I was like a drug taker, he was the drug, and I was willing to take the short hits when I could. So I was every bit as bad as he was. Charles normally didn’t behave to politely in the back of the cars we took as we went back to his. His hands would be roaming, following suit with his mouth. He always made sure to light the match inside of me before we even got to the safety of his apartment. The fact he could be caught out, someone could tell, seemed to always be the furthest thing from his mind and so tonight, it was different. He sat further away and kept his hands very much to himself. And when I couldn’t help but glance across the car toward him and watched as his jaw seemed to clench I swallowed while nerves buzzed through my brain.

As soon as we got to his apartment building Charles called for the elevator and I couldn’t help but feel the same attitude radiating from him. It was the same attitude he had in the car and I thought about turning on my heels and leaving immediately. I didn't even know how to read him. Which meant I was so caught in the thought of trying to work him out that I missed the ding of the lift stopping on the lobby and sliding open. It wasn’t until Charles practically purred my name and held his hand out for me from inside the elevator that I snapped back into reality due to the look that filled his eyes. You knew it all too well. It was self assured, cocky confidence. He knew I couldn’t turn him down, I couldn’t turn his cock down, I craved it and what he could do with it too much. And so when my high heel clad feet crossed the marble floor and passed the iron thread hold of the lift I felt the surge of excitement buzz throughout my body.

The pair of us rode the elevator is silence but my hand remained firmly gripped in Charles’ and his thumb was delicately running over the back of my knuckles. It would be almost fucking romantic if there was any smidgen of a “normal” relationship between us. Now that I had registered the buzz of excitement I also felt the more steady and familiar hit of anxiety that went with it. It was pre-sex anxiety - that realistically I had no reason to have, this wasn’t my first rodeo (certainly not with Charles) but I still had it anyway. The silence would have been deafening to anyone else but right now I was kind of thankful for it. I didn’t want to chat because if I did I would feel guilt and I really didn’t want to feel guilty about what my body craved and desired above all else. The short ride up to Charles’ apartment ended when the lift door slid open and he gently pulled me out behind him. Fuck, I wish I had drunk more. Alcohol would have banished the unfair apprehension I was feeling. I leaned against the wall while Charles opened the door with his key. The curve of his shoulders made my mouth water. The thought of kissing his thick, strong neck while hearing the sound of pleasurable moans escape him sent a pulsating ache through my core. He pushed open the door and held it there with his hand, waiting for me to enter his abode first, ahead of him. And I mustered up all the confidence I could manage to saunter past him and glide into the hallway. The millions he took home from his career driving in fast circles paid off. Charles home was beautiful but like always, I wasn’t here to appreciate it.

Charles hands on my bare arms reminded me of that. He pressed against me from behind and I could feel his semi hard cock already straining against his jeans and I tried desperately to hold it back but a gasp escaped passed my lips as he moved my hair to the side to expose my neck to him. Fuck. The feel of his lips as they pressed delicate tender kisses against my flesh had my mind whirling. I pushed back into him more, instinct completely taking over, and a low groan rolled out of his parted lips and sent tingles up and down my spine. It was dangerous to have allowed myself to think it but I gave in and thought about how it would feel to have been his - properly, as a girlfriend - for all but a few fleeting seconds.

When Charles hands moved from my arms to my waist and I wasted no time. The alcohol came rushing back to me and I turned to him at breakneck speed. My lips finding his immediately. As my hands slowly glided upon the skin of his neck holding him to me. When I let out a small moan it was the sign he needed to start pushing me backward till my back pressed against a cold wall and his tongue pushed into my mouth. He tasted like the liquor he had consumed and as his tongue ran teasingly across my bottom lip he followed it with his teeth and it brought another moan from me, like he knew it would. Charles’ hands left my waist and I felt them slip down to my legs. His fingers skimming the outside of my thighs. I knew he wanted to push my dress up. He was growing impatient and that became very obvious when he yanked me away from the wall and pulled me through his house to his bedroom. The familiar surroundings welcomed me like a sneaky comrade. The walls practically smirked as I was pulled in by Charles. I could become accustomed to these plush surroundings if he saw me as more than a just a hook-up but that was a fucking dumb idea.

My dress was off faster than I knew what was happening. It was around my ankles on the floor and Charles was already making fast work of removing his shirt. His eyes hungrily fixed on my bare chest. He was practically wolf like as his eyes remained on my skin the whole time. I would have blushed if I had been less confident. “Take them off.” It was the first time he spoke since we had left the club. “You heard me.” He flashed his eyes down toward the thin scrap of black lace material that could barely behold the name of underwear. As my eyes travelled down to where his hands were working on ridding himself of his jeans I realised I wasn’t ready to allow him to have all the fun. “No.” I stated. “Take them off me.” My stomach flipped and I watched as a smirk disappeared from his face as quick as it appeared.

“That’s how you want it huh?” He abandoned trying to remove his jeans and his hand suddenly went to my neck and held me firmly before he used it to push me backward on to the bed. My heart hastily quickened. It hammered against my rib cage so quickly it began to hurt. I looked up at him full of expectation but he wasted no time in hooking his fingers around the sides of the only material left on my body and roughly pulling them down my legs and off completely. I watched Charles as he took me in. His eyes casting over and lingering in all the important areas. I bit my bottom lip as my own eyes mimicked his and I took in his perfectly sculpted chest and then his defined muscular abs. The lines on his hips that were line a tempting signal down toward his now erect cock, standing to full attention. He watched me watching him and cockily laughed. “Go on.” He tilted his head and I knew exactly what he was referring too. He wanted head. He wanted me to blow him. And I would have, I would have blown him till my jaw ached and throat couldn’t take anymore, but I reminded him that he wasn’t getting full control.

Much to Charles surprise, I pulled my ankles up and put myself on full display for him. I played him at his own game. If he wanted me to go down on him he had to do it first. I held his gaze and so when he laughed again I wasn’t so sure he was as willing to be a giver as much as a taker, but within a few agonising moments he proved me wrong. Charles was down on his knees and instantly pulled your legs up so you could rest them on his shoulders. And although it was something of an embarrassing confession to make, all of the times we had had sex, Charles had never gone down on me. Not once. So now that his head was between my thighs, mouth so tantalisingly close, eyes locked on to mine, I held my breath in anticipation. Charles gently ran his fingers up and down my dampening folds. I swallowed the breath that was caught in my throat as Charles finally licked a slow, teasing stripe that followed the pattern of his fingers moments earlier. He repeated the action over and over again. Using it to torment me. My hands grabbed hold of the sheets, fingers entwined in the high thread count duvet, when Charles began to pay attention to my pulsating, throbbing clit. Small, short flutters were mixed in with strong kisses. And then a loud exhale left my lips as he pushed two of his fingers inside me.

“Char….” I couldn’t get his name out. My breathing was erratic and all I could think about was what his mouth was doing. As his tongue continued lapping at my clit, his fingers curled up inside of me and Charles immediately found and started massaging that magical spot that made me gasp. And he continued even when I shoved my hands through his hair and gripped on for dead life. My eyes squeezed tightly shut as I felt the first high of an orgasm fast approaching. Swear words were all I could manage. My mouth going between wide open to get as much air as I possibly could and tightly shut with my top teeth digging into my bottom lip practically drawing blood. I was almost so lost in the beginning of the wave of euphoric pleasure that I missed the moan Charles made as he felt my walls start to convulse around his fingers. Fuck. How and why did I not beg for him to do this to me sooner? He was far too good at it. It was borderline obscene how good he was at it. And totally criminal that he had never gone down on me before. Right as I felt every nerve in my body begin to be ignited with the high of a climax Charles removed his mouth and in its place used the fingers of his other hand to draw rapid circles against my clit. The motion made me loose complete control of my mind and his name burst free from my mouth as wave upon wave of ecstasy crashed upon me. The high was undeniable. It took hold of my body and I felt myself quivering as he slipped his fingers out of me, covered in the product of my orgasm.

“Look at me.” Charles voice came quietly but strongly and I did as he requested. I opened my eyes and looked down at where he still remained, between my thighs. He held my stare as he ran the fingers he had brought me to orgasm with back up and down my now dripping folds. A small tremor shuddered through my thighs as he did so. And then with my eyes trained straight on his he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them. It took a second to register the feeling that I felt in that moment but as he raised to his feet and I saw his cock rock hard, with its purpling tip already leaking pre-cum, I knew it was one that filled me with unashamed excitement. “Turn over.” He demanded and I relinquished the control I had won earlier so easily. Not because he wanted me too but because I wanted too. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than for Charles to fucking rail me into oblivion. I turned and got on all fours on the bed. Ass facing him. It was a position I had come to realise was one of his favourites. Sure he liked watching my boobs bounce as I rode him cowgirl and sometimes if he was feeling slightly more tired he’d fuck missionary, but Doggy was his favourite (like most guys). The momentary lapse of concentration earned me a firm thwack of his hand against the round flesh of my ass. I yelped and lunged forward and I felt the enjoyment radiating off of him. I doubted she let him do that, I doubted she would have enjoyed it. I moaned and after I wiggled my hips around a little he did it again so that a more audible whimper left my mouth.

“Fuck me…” I knew it was what he wanted to hear so I gave it to him. “Please, Charles….” I added more good measure and sure enough, he pulled my hips back and immediately ran his leaking cock over my sensitive folds to collect the mixture of his spit and my juices.

As he lined up at my entrance and pushed the head of his cock inside of me, teasingly slowly, I pushed back for more. It was an action that I knew he would have enjoyed and he groaned as he gave me more of himself. His hand splayed on my lower back and forced me down into the mattress more so I arched for him and then he gave me all of himself. He bottomed out and the stretch from his girthy cock had me once again gasping and gripping the sheets. He stalled for a moment - savouring the feeling no doubt - before he began moving. Slow at first. A steady but slow rhythm that I needed, rather than wanted, to quickly increase. Charles moaned loudly and paused for a second only to surprise me completely. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect. You, are so fucking perfect.” I knew he didn’t mean it in THAT way - he didn’t like me like that, I knew that and he didn’t even need to verbalise it - but his praise made me feel good all the same. I wriggled my hips again to urge him to move and when he did his pace increased. It increased until I was a panting writhing mess. I loved how big he felt at this angle and how he would alternate between giving me quick, short spanks and pulling my hair. And honestly I truly had to focus so I didn’t cum just yet. His cock continually hitting my g-spot could have made me see stars but I didn’t want to give in yet. I wanted more of him so I urged him on my moaning his name over and over and over again through heavy sighs. His hand wrapped itself around my hair once again and this time he pulled me back so my back was flush against him.

“Say my name again.” His voice was lower than I had ever heard it before. Lower than I ever thought possible. The hand that had been wrapped around my long hair was now around my throat, holding my in place against his body as he continued thrusting up into me. I couldn’t focus on words. I just kept thinking about Charles’ lips being on my neck and feeling how fast my heart was going through the vein they lingered upon. His teeth grazed the flesh and his name whimpered across my lips a few times before he finally called me a “good girl” and I almost lost my mind between that and the angle his cock was at. He had to know how close I was. He had to feel how my pussy tightened around his cock and I was beginning to struggle to keep going. His teeth sunk into my shoulder and he groaned as I couldn’t stop the orgasm that came thrashing down upon me. I grabbed his arm so tightly my fingernails would leave marks upon his skin. My whole body convulsed as finally I let go and let the climax take hold of me. The high Charles had given me seemed to be otherworldly and stratospheric. It took me to another fucking planet and none more so than when he groaned, gripped my hips and held me down in place while he himself, found release. I could feel the pulse of his cock inside of me as his hot, milky cum poured out of him. The feeling was insurmountable. The twitch of him as he filled me up seemed the prolong my orgasm even longer and when the shakes that ravaged my body became too much, I couldn’t keep my knees from giving way and so finally fell forward against the bed again. All I could hear was Charles and I’s heavy, exhausted breathing.

As Charles settled down beside me on the bed he ran his hands up and down my back. It was a rather tender, sweet motion for someone who had just railed me into oblivion but I didn’t mind it. Suddenly as I found myself lying still - still recovering from those two incredible orgasms - I felt the alcohol from earlier catch up on me. The room seemed a bit spiny and I really didn’t want to throw up anywhere in Charles all white apartment. But then - right on queue - with his breathing still laboured Charles asked if I wanted anything and suggested a towel and a glass of water. Not to sound like a broken fucking record but this was new, he had never done this before. He had never really spoken after we had fucked so this was totally left field. I nodded and said both would be nice if he didn’t mind.

“Ok, be right back.” I listened to his words but stayed in the same position as I had earlier - mainly because I was scared of being sick and because now I was completely exhausted but also because I didn’t want Charles’ cum to leak out of me and go all over his extortionate sheets. I thought the action of him going to get me things would have been nice for a normal, regular girl (y’know, one he was dating) but seemed unusual for him to extend such gestures to me, his fuck buddy, his hook-up, his piece of ass. When he finally came back clutching an ice cold glass of water and a warmed damp towel for me to clean up with I expected him to hand me my dress as well. But my dress remained on the floor and he stared down at me while I drank from the glass. “Let me.” He motioned when I went for the towel. Charles took the glass from me and placed it on the floor before crouching down there himself. I was about to question him, ask him what he thought he was doing, when he lifted one of my legs and slowly parted them. My breathing all but stopped as he dabbed at my slightly red, a little bit tender pussy with the warm cloth. I let out an unsteady, unsure exhale of air as he watched his cum slowly seep out of me.

“Hmmm….” He purred “I should have told you my pull out game is weak.” He chuckled and in that singular moment he made me laugh. He sat back on his heels and laughed with me and all of the nervous energy in my body disappeared. All I could focus on was the sound of his laughter and how much I liked it and in a different life I would have wanted to hear it every single day for an eternity.

I rushed to try and find my dress, hoping that he hadn’t torn this one like last time. I wanted to spend the least amount of time naked in front of him as possible now snapshots of last night began coming back to me. Charles observed from his place in bed. Watching me as I sprinted around to get back into last nights clothes so I could leave. As the sunlight streamed in through his window it bathed us both in the cold harsh reality of the day and it was very much bringing a self loathing vibe along with it. Suddenly a wave of riotous nausea flashed upon me and my head felt like it belonged in a vice. Through clenched teeth I rubbed my forehead from the searing pain screaming throughout it

“Can I get you painkillers?” His voice had turned soft and was rather strange because it wasn’t what I was used too from him - or was that the narrative my own brain made up for me to believe he was a metaphorical bad guy? “Don’t do that, Charles. Don’t be nice to me.” “Why?” He acted so innocent and I knew he was putting on a front, there was no way he could be so stupid. “Because!” I practically shrieked, “I’m your ex-girlfriend’s best friend and we can’t stop fucking each other.” “I think you’ll probably be her ex-best friend if she finds out about us.” FUCK! He really didn’t need to hit me with the reality stick right now. The smugness was almost woven through his voice and I had to restrain myself from throttling him. But in reality the cold light of day made me feel angry and disappointed with myself, something I doubted he felt about this situation at all.

“That’s not going to happen.” I snap back at him. “Because there is no “us”, there never will be an “us.” Your voice lowered and you knew it sounded sadder than you intended. It didn’t stop Charles from continuing however. “Right…..” he rolled his eyes “until you’ve had too many strong cocktails and vodka shots and then you won’t be able to say no. Just like you always.” With his words lingering in the air I had to fight the urge to yell at him that I was never the instigator and he was the one who always came after me. I desperately wanted to fucking correct him and scream at him that he used me to forget about his ex, about Ferrari, about all the pressures of the life he leads and that it was HIM that sought ME out, not the other way around. But for some unknown reason, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I didn’t want to start an argument with him. I pulled on my dress hurriedly once I found it, no longer wanting to be so naked in front of him. All I wanted was to get the embarrassing walk of shame back to my apartment over already. I busied myself from the silence by looking for my shoes and I almost missed Charles getting out of bed and getting dressed.

“I’ll give you a ride home.” I heard him say as I pulled up the covers and found my black heel under them at the bottom of the bed. I now felt uncomfortable in his presence after the last words he spoke. Instinctively I told him; “It’s fine, I’ll call an Uber.” “I’m not suggesting. I’m telling.” He stated bluntly and this was new, this had never happened before. He was rarely awake when I slunk out the door of his apartment - because it was always his apartment or hotel room never mine - so this was completely foreign to me. “If you’re sure.” I half expected him to say of course he didn’t mean it, laugh, explain he was messing and to call that Uber immediately. But he just nodded and picked up my other heel from beside the door and held it out to me. I tried to avoid his eyes. I didn’t want him to see any emotion at at all behind mines so I took the shoe and shoved it on to distract myself.

We didn’t speak the whole ride to my apartment. The silence was only somewhat uncomfortable but for some strange reason things felt rather calm. Sitting in the passenger seat of Charles’ Ferrari - which I had never before sat in - felt somewhat surreal. I was hyper aware that the seat still practically bore another girls name. It still belonged to her and he would have her back without so much as blinking. I kept my eyes on the roads as Charles expertly drove the expensive luxury vehicle around them. Hoping the red lights would turn green as soon as we approached them.

“I do like you, y’know?” Came abruptly from Charles mouth when we turned onto my street, my apartment building in sight. I thought my ears were deceiving me so I broke my trance and glanced at him. “I know you probably think you’re just a rebound or….” He trailed off as he put the blinker on to pull over into the lane he could stop in to let me out. I could see the front door to my building and I had never seen a more welcome sight. “…but it’s not like that.”

I was desperate to ask what it was in fact like, what exactly he thought was going on but thankfully he brought the car to a stop and I could finally jump out and escape the awkwardness. There was this uneasy feeling in the car that hit me like a led balloon and right in the middle of my chest. I hated it. I wasn’t used to it, especially not with Charles. I was used to feeling annoyed, frustrated and fuck, disappointed by him. The first few times we fucked I’d have said I felt used but that went away because I enjoyed our trysts as much as he did. And besides I didn’t need validation from him. I didn’t need him to need me. But then right now, as I waited to get out of the car with my hand on the door handle, it hit me how badly the words he had just spoken were actually all the things that I craved and desired above all else and it was startling. Then Charles said my name so gently, totally unlike he had ever said it before, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. “I’d like to take you out sometime, properly. On a date.”

But before I knew what I was even doing I pulled the handle, pushed the door and started getting out of his car. He yelled my name so I would stop and for a second I did but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, to fall for him. “You know that can’t happen, Charles.” I managed to say in something struggling to be above a whisper “you don’t want me, you don’t even really like me, you’re still in love with her.”

The elevator ride up to my apartment felt like it took an eternity. The words he had spoken rang throughout my head as if a bomb had gone off and I was momentarily deaf. Fuck him. Fuck his bullshit and fuck how I fucking felt right now because of him. I was right for telling him that he was wrong and he still loved his stupid ex but it hurt because being with him always did. Being picked up and dropped all the time hurt. I wanted to be one of those girls who would have fallen for his words, whose stomach flipped when he told them he liked them, but I wasn’t and mines didn’t. I knew it was just about sex. I wasn’t his type. I wasn’t right for him. I’d never be his girl….and yet as the doors opened to my floor, I couldn’t wait till the next time I could fall asleep beside him and hate myself for it the next day.

*snow = cocaine

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mrs-snape5984 · 3 months

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„You look beautiful undone…and my heart's connected.“

„We learn the most when we least expect it. We learn the most when we break in two. (…) It's the cracks that let the light shine through…“ („Beautiful Undone” by Laura Doggett)

“Her hands were brushing a strand of his silky hair out of his face and in this exact moment, Julia’s whole existence got just one purpose: She would always protect this way too skinny, raven-haired boy with his adorably crooked nose and those beautiful - and yet so sad - obsidian eyes!”

This is a tiny snippet from one of my stories, which I’m only writing in order to cope with my own pain. I guess, I won’t ever be bold enough to share them publicly and my friend @vulnus-sanare has the duty to burn my laptop as soon as I’ll be gone one day (even though she threatened me to share my dirty work with the people in our beloved Snapedom).

But this little snippet fits perfectly with the amazing artwork, which my friend, the extremely gifted @snake-queen7 drew for me.

I’ve always had a soft spot for Severus in his younger years. All I’d wanted was to keep this boy safe from harm, making him feel loved and cared for…because this is exactly, what he deserved!

In my stories, Jules is Sevy’s friend, his lover, his protector, his guardian angel, his saviour, his powerful goddess of revenge. And to be honest, you don’t have to be a psychologist to understand, where this is coming from. Julia’s strength and her determination to make the world a better place for her beloved Severus are rooted in my own feelings of helplessness and despair.

My reality with ME/CFS couldn’t be more different from my stories. I feel trapped. Trapped in my own diseased and disabled body…trapped in my room….trapped in my darkness…trapped in a life, in which I don’t feel appreciated anymore.

I’m feeling more and more like a useless piece of furniture, which someone has hidden in a dark chamber. Still good enough to keep it, even though it’s not in plain sight…or at least not bad enough to waste it eventually.

Where’s my light? Where’s my saviour? Where’s my way out of this hell? I guess, it’s just like Severus has said: “Well, it may have escaped your notice,but life isn’t fair!” (“Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix”)

I’ve always loved Severus for his resilience, his stubborn determination and strength. Since 21 years, he’s not only my comfort character and the love of my life…he’s my role model, my inspiration to keep on going…to keep on living.

So, I’m clinging to him and to all the things, I’m using in order to cope with my misery: I’m a loving mother of three wonderful children. I have a handful amazing friends with a deep understanding of my grief and despair, but who also appreciate my dry humour and my sarcasm. I’m still capable of pouring out my feelings onto paper, creating something beautiful in my stories. And I’m full of gratitude for the artists of Snapedom, who are helping me to bring my creative ideas to life with their art.

And that’s exactly, what you have done for me with this delightful piece of art, @snake-queen7! Thank you for giving me some comfort and peace for my troubled heart and soul by drawing Sevy and Jules again. You are wonderful and I appreciate not only your outstanding art, but also your kindness and compassion. Thank you for everything! 🥹

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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The Best Way To Start The Day

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

I woke, as I so often did these days now, my body naked swaddled in the cotton hospital sheets, the heat of the morning sun cascaded across my body, The heat of skin against my own. The only sound was the click of the clock ticks, the gentle sound of my breaths, and his. Light threatened to force my eyes open but I ignored it. I laid my head against his peck, I listened to the sound of his heartbeats, of his breaths, they were slow and constant giving me comfort. My hand was on his stomach, and my fingers absentmindedly drew shapes on his skin with my fingertip.

His body shifts and stirs under me, a gentle yawn.

"Umm Good Morning," I cooed my voice barely louder than a whisper.

His callus hand found my hair, he stroked his hand down my head, his fingers knotted themselves around the loose strands of my hair, "Good mornin'" He whispered into my hair,

"Morning. Ing." I corrected,

"Shit- Yeah Morning." He sighed as he rubbed his eyes,

"You are spendin' too much time with Fagin," I giggled purposely I mimicked him,

"No I'm just tried Hun," He yawned,

"Awww, Sleepy?"

"Mhm..." He nodded,

"Ohh dear, you poor thing, you want to rest some more?"

"No, no I'll get up... eventually."

"You can sleep a little longer if you want to Jack,"

"No, I need to wake up,"

"Alright," I smiled as I nuzzled closer into his chest and rubbed my nose on him,

"Umm I'm meant to be getting up, you cuddling me tighter doesn't help that hun."

"Five more minutes,"

"Five more," He cooed as he kissed the top of my head,

I smiled and held him as close as I could as I tried to savour every second of our sweet snuggle, my fingers drew little pictures on his skin,

"What are you drawing?" He asked,

I giggled and began to write him secret little messages, 'H. I.'

"Hummm Hi hun," He smiled as he kissed my head again,

I smiled and drew a little heart across his chest, and he smiled back as he drew a heart across my arm, I blushed and wrote him another little message,

'I.L.O.V.E.Y.O.U'

He smiled and stroked my jaw to tip my head to face him, he pulled me closer so our lips could gently touch, and as I pulled back he stroked across my cheek with his thumb, "I love you too." he whispered as if afraid if he spoke those words any louder the whole hospital would hear him,

I giggled and wrote him a final secret message

'B.O.O.P'

"What does that mean?"

I smiled and tapped the tip of his nose, "Boop."

"Boop" he laughed as he tapped my nose back, "Ohh god- I need to get up..."

"You still tried?"

"Very much so, Sorry hun I can't seem to wake up this morning,"

"Would you like some help?"

"Help?" he chuckled,

"Well, would you like a hand?" I cooed as I moved my hand to draw little hearts on the bottom of his stomach, He gasped and held his breath as he felt where my hands were headed, He nodded quickly, I giggled and slipped my hand under the sheets until I met his erection. I gently stroked across his shaft. He bit his lip hard and was restricting himself, so I spoke up. "Don't limit yourself, Jack, I want you to relax, don't restrain yourself, let it all go and relax," I cooed as I firmly took his shaft in hand,

"Uhhhh!" He groaned and threw his head against the pillow his mouth hung open, his body untensed as he fully gave into my hand and the pleasure I supplied him. "Uuughhhh! uuuhh!"

I giggled and softly moved my hand making sure to make it as pleasurable for him as I could, and even this early he struggled to contain himself, his moans fell unhindered by his concerns of fears merely as they should be, an outlet for his pleasure, his hand gripped the sheets and other held me close to him, so if needed he could kiss my head and knot his fingers in my hair as I gradually got faster, and faster, and faster, I never gave him a second of mercy but I'm sure if I did he'd have begged me to continue.

"UUuuughhhh! Uughhhh Y/n! Honey! Uughhhhh!" He whined his hips bucked up towards my hand in his desperate state "Please! Please..." He gasped, So I did as he asked and moved my hand hard, fast and tightly and that was enough to send him over his edge his jizz sputtered across the sheets, He let out a long and throaty moan before his whole body collapsed into the mattress, his mouth hung open as he desperately gasped for breath,

I giggled as I licked what little ended up on my hand and I smiled as I nuzzled closer and gently rubbed his stomach given all the tension that had built in his desperation I wanted to make sure he didn't get an upset tummy from such excitement "There we are, That better?"

"Mhm... Much better Hun."

"Good, I'm glad" I smiled as I squeezed him a little tightly and he squeezed me back "The best way to start the day."

"I have to agree," he chuckled, "I'd love for you to do that every morning,"

"Well, Maybe I will someday" I smiled as I kissed his lips "But come on, you need to get to work," I reminded before I climbed out the bed, and looked around his room for my dress, but I noticed his eyes as he watched my naked body, so I rested my hands on my hips and turned to face him "Yes Jack?" I glared playfully

"Come back to bed hun," he smirked in his usual sly smile,

"You have work, you have your rounds to do, and that amputation at ten and-" I began but,

"Honey," He smirked authority to his voice, which made it less a request and more a demand. "Come back to bed, honey." He practically ordered as he curled his index finger slowly towards himself three times, in his little 'come hither' gesture,

I rolled my eyes a little and went back over as soon as I was within reach he tugged me into the bed to sit on his lap, "Jack!" I protested "You have to go to do your work."

"Work can wait," he smirked as he tugged me down to kiss him,

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #tbs smut #tbs #jackdawkins #jack #jack dawkins #the artful dodger #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger #artful dodger

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meanbossart · 3 months

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Some art-advice asks I've been meaning to reply to!

I use Clip Studio Paint Pro, though I'm not sure what tips I could give just in general. Just experiment with new things often, draw as much as your lifestyle allows, watch how other people do their work but try to avoid "Dont do THIS thing ever" type lessons and tutorials. Use as much reference as you'd like and take your time! To this day a simple sketch can still take me several hours to do depending on what it is.

Thank you so much!!! I didn't do any kind of formal art schooling but I've always been inclined towards arts and crafts, and started taking drawing semi seriously when I was about 17 (I'm 27 now). I draw a lot of inspiration from western comics and my favorite artists are jason shawn alexander and sean murphy.

Oh I'm so flattered to hear my stuff's inspired you to take up drawing again, I have a bunch of little crafty hobbies but art is by far the most fulfilling one to me - largely because you're constantly learning and improving.

You're definitely onto something already, I am constantly looking at other people's art (even If it isn't a style I would want to emulate) and analyzing how the pieces come together to create the final product. In my opinion this is pretty much the best way you can go about learning besides real-life reference drawing. You can even take something into your software of choice/print it out and trace it (just to yourself, of course) to get a sense of hand-motion and line use.

As a beginner I think there's no shame at all in taking heavy inspiration from your favorite artists, as long as you aren't straight up copying things and calling them your own. Your personal style Is likely to come out naturally, with time. That's very much how I started myself!

Also, just be patient with yourself, try to have realistic goals for your skill level while simultaneously being proud of everything you do. Even if you absolutely despise a drawing, you still drew something! And even if it doesn't feel that way you most definitely learned from it. Use learning tools and tutorials to whatever point you feel comfortable with but don't get stuck on people's arbitrary rules - unless we're talking about something tangible like real-life application of traditional art tools, things like anatomy, perspective and light are to be referenced from - but It's not the goal to emulate them 100% unless you ARE going for hyperrealism. As someone who uses a ton of reference these days, I can tell you first-hand that I often find myself straying from it on purpose to make a piece look more interesting.

Lastly, draw things you enjoy! Don't let anyone else dictate what you SHOULD be doing and don't fall into the trappings of wanting to stick to one specific style, process, or subject matter.

Good luck!!!

LOL thank you so much for your very evocative compliments! I haven't ever done a timelapse, not that I remember at least. I'm not sure how they work but I do so much of "I'm gonna try this thing 5 different ways and then decide what I like" that I'm not sure how comprehensive that would be LOL

I could put together a process showcase or something though, I feel like that might be better even, since I get to explain a little of what I'm doing through text and display how I use reference. Something to consider!

#ask #art #advice

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sturniolowhore · 3 months

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☁️ THE PROJECT #5

summary ⎯ a biology project; that's all it is intended to be, a matter of communication amongst classmates in order to succeed yet the more time chris and aluna spend together, the harder it becomes to distinguish the line between requirement and want. they are required to work together, to spend time with one another and to exist beside one another until suddenly it doesn't feel forced. what is supposed to be simply completing a project turns into an unmistakable connection of hearts.

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

warnings ⎯ chris x fem!poc!oc, cursing, fluff, grumpy!oc and sunshine!chris, eventual smut, not proofread, mentions of anxiety, toxic homelife, mentions of selfharm, angst, hurt and comfort, etc.

A/N ⎯ another series baby! i'm loving this so far and the comments and messages i've gotten have been so sweet i love you all 😭😭😭😭😭

this one's a little short because i quickly wrote it because i'm working on a valentine's request too

i hope you enjoy <3

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

"thought you weren't coming for a second there," chris laughed softly as he closed his front door, welcoming aluna into the house and taking her to their usual spot in the living room.

she breathed a heavy sigh at his words, her mind still engulfed and filled with her tiresome day, "i was just helping around the house."

i was making sure my dad didn't slut-shame me for coming to your house.

he could see it in her eyes, the way she was looking to the floor as she spoke as though she was afraid they'd tell her secrets if she looked at him. not once had she given him eye contact and the first few times, he had believed it was due to the fact she had no idea who he was but now, it was evident she was doing so un purpose. he didn't exactly know why and he didn't want to push it but it was something that replayed in his mind, yet another mystery regarding her, so to speak.

they got to work straight away, making adjustments to what they had already done and increasing their work load in the meantime. chris watched as she drew diagrams across the paper, not a single line out of place and the colours precise beyond belief, something he himself struggled with a lot. they had decided she would do all the drawing and he'd focus on getting the actual information onto the paper, the both of them researching. it made the most sense and neither of them disapproved so chris was joyous.

she could have sworn she felt his gaze on her as she outlined the nucleotides so she raised her head from the paper, meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment before dropping the connection. she wasn't really sure why he was staring at her and her movements with such interest or why he never looked away when she caught him in the act.

"am i doing it wrong?" was the first assumption she made, fearing she was ruining the project for him and that he was judging her work.

he shook his head rapidly, a small reassuring smile making its way onto his face, "hey no, it looks perfect. i was just admiring it. this doesn't look like someone who's okay at art did it."

she felt the heat rise to her cheeks at his words and she shook her head, her lip catching itself between her teeth in a bundle of nerves. she was never one to receive compliments and she didn't exactly have knowledge on how to go about them.

"it's nothing really," she cast his amazement aside or at least she attempted to because chris was still looking at her as though she bad drawn the greatest thing in the universe before his very eyes.

"that's nothing? i wish i could draw even a little bit like that. have you always known how to draw?" he traced his fingers over the various drawings with a glimmer in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat or two.

"i taught myself when i was younger and then i just never stopped," she explained minimally and he hummed in response.

"so this is your idea of fun?" he thought back to their conversation the other day and she nodded slowly, her eyes following his gentle movements against the paper.

"yeah and- and watching stars," her innocent eyes looked up at him and for the first time, their eyes made contact and time felt frozen, a loop of endless fascination.

she looked so pure, so fucking beautiful. it was such a simplistic moment yet he felt his breath hitch at the sight. he wanted to survey the small shine in the pool of honey, brown forever. he wanted to freeze their movements and memorise the way her eyes welcomed him without even trying. she was flawless and there was no way he was going to let her go without telling her as such.

"god, you're so pretty," the words fell from his lips without his permission yet he couldn't fine it within himself to care seeing as he was being entirely honest.

"what?" it was said in a nervous whisper, one that painted an image in chris' head instantly.

from her tone alone, he could tell she truly had no idea how gorgeous she was. her eyes travelled the course of his face, searching for a sign to show her he wasn't being honest but all she could see was his eyes swallowing her. she grew anxious under his gaze and began to squirm, picking at her nails to refrain from completely losing her mind.

"you're so fucking pretty, has no one ever told you that before?" he repeated without hesitation and she felt her heart going crazy, pounding as though it would fail if it went any slower.

she could only shake her head and chris genuinely was surprised. how was it that she was this flawless and no had made a comment on it before?

"holy fuck you must be around blind people," he teased and she rolled her eyes at his words, trying her hardest to settle the beating of her heart that kept increasing whenever he said anything.

"just focus on the project chris," she concluded, not looking or making eye contact with him again because she honestly did not know what to make of their small interaction.

"oh my god you're flustered!" he exclaimed with a giggle and she quickly hid her face in her hands, hoping he didn't continue to tease her because she was seconds away from running away due to her flustered state.

"don't worry aluna, i have that effect on people," he smirked.

was he seriously flirting with her right now? no one had ever flirted with her before and she was absolutely clueless when it came to any of this sort of thing. she looked to the floor, continuing to draw and biting at her lips.

that wasn't really a good idea to chris though because now all he could do was focus on her plump lips that fit so perfectly on her face. she licked at them and he had to scold himself to look away. god he barely knew her yet here she was, her every move driving him crazy without her even intending to. he was not sure how he was supposed to continue with this project acting as though she wasn't beginning to plague his mind.

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

TAGS: @mattslolita @mattsleftnipple03 @sturniolololover @hearts4chris @sturniofilmd @luvsturns @that-general-simp

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rrxaiky · 10 months

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𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, - 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍

HSR: Jing Yuan x GN! Reader WARNINGS/ TAGS: Mild hurt/comfort, implied character deaths, half angst half fluff, OOC warning [1.2K WC]

── YOU WILL ALWAYS BE YOU.

A/N: Physics homework? Art project? Pft what's that? (Writing this was more important to me than my work apparently) This was supposed to be scrapped, but then I decided to just finish it (This isn't the best, sorry)

HSR MASTERLIST

“Will I see you again?”

Jing Yuan walked around under the shed of the spring trees. He can no longer remember the first time he came here. If someone were to ask him, he wouldn’t be able to answer. All he remembers is the changing of the leaves on the trees, and the times he’s come recently… And the times he’s been here with you.

He doesn’t have a purpose for coming here anymore. He was convinced years ago that this was just a waste of his time, and yet he found himself returning here more than he wanted to. Since he was already there… Might as well take a nap under a tree or walk around to pass the time. As much as Jing Yuan would want to go back, he just felt that he needed to spend a few extra minutes there.

Today was no different, walking around as the vibrant coloured leaves of the tall trees provided him shade from the blazing sun, the crinkling of the leaves under his shoes as he walked around. And then…

He saw you.

You looked just like he remembered. Curious eyes and a soft nature. That’s what drew him to you in the first place. Wasn’t it?

Your eyes were currently glued to a book that you were reading, and Jing Yuan didn’t want to disturb you… But he really, really wanted to be friends with you. He subconsciously walked towards you, taking a seat beside you and asking, “What are you doing here alone? It might be dangerous here.”

You looked up from your book to meet his gaze. “Ah! I know I shouldn’t, but… Everything here is so pretty, I want to write about everything I see here…” You trailed off. Your curious personality never left you, it seemed. He knew you all too well, always wandering into places you shouldn’t be, always bringing a sense of panic to him, always so comforting at the same time.

“(Name)?” He mumbled from under his breath, not realising until his words reached his ears, and you had responded with confusion laced in your voice. “How do you know my name?” He snapped himself out of his head and responded to you, “You simply remind me of someone I knew.”

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You had a weird dream the day you met him, and though your physical body was in bed, you felt like you were in the very place you had first encountered the man named Jing Yuan.

In the dream, instead of the vibrant colour of green the trees held, they had faded into a more brown and orangey colour, some falling from their branches onto the ground. You finally opened your eyes when a deep voice spoke. “(Name)!” That voice sounded familiar. Not because of the fact that you met this man a few days back, but because of something else…

You tried to greet him, only to find yourself unable to speak. You tried to lift your hand up, and found yourself unable to move. The only thing you were able to use were your eyes to look at him… Considering the person in your dream was already facing him in the first place.

Your eyes widened when Jing Yuan took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, then placed it on his cheek. “I’m sorry, were you waiting for me for too long?” You could hear a small laugh, one all too familiar to you. Did that voice belong to you?

It only dawned on you that you weren’t in your own body then, it definitely didn’t… Although this person did share a name with you. “I didn’t. Don’t worry. I could never wait too long if it were you.” Jing Yuan smiled then. You saw… It was full of warmth, love and adoration held for the person you were in.

You didn’t get to continue the dream. Your eyes had snapped open, and you were greeted with the darkness of your unlit room. You switched your lamp on, your hand reaching for your phone. You wanted to text him. This didn’t seem right. The way he knew your name, and him in your dream… You knew that dreams were weird. You’ve grown used to them in your years of living, but didn’t this seem like too much of a coincidence?

Maybe those were someone else’s memories. Those that didn’t belong to you.

Over the months, you’ve also noticed something. You’ve run into Jing Yuan more times than you could count, and because of that, your bond with him has also grown closer. Much, much closer.

One night, while sitting with him, you told him that you wanted to leave the Xianzhou Luofu. You wanted to see the stars and galaxies… You wanted to see everything. You didn’t realise that Jing Yuan’s hand had intertwined yours.

Oh, he knew this feeling too well. You were going to leave him… Again.

For centuries he had met you and your reincarnations, and he fell in love with you every single time, even though he learnt that you were going to leave him in every life you lived in one way or another.

Now, Jing Yuan had finally found you again… And you were going to leave him, this time by travelling. Yet, he kept a smile on his face because all the yous he’s met loved it so, so much. He can still remember when you looked at him tiredly centuries ago and told him to smile for you… Told him you loved his smile…

You smiled at the sight of his hand in yours, and the slight tightening of his grip. He didn’t want to let you go.

“Are you going to come back?” You hesitated to answer him, only lifting your head to look at him for a while. “No, I’m sorry. I might not come back.” Jing Yuan used his free hand to cup your cheek, and whispered, “I’ll wait for you, don’t worry.”

After all, it was worth the wait if it were you.

One year, one decade, and without much feel, another century had passed without you by his side. He’s seen the development of the Xianzhou Luofu, and currently, it was afternoon. He wasn’t planning on going out today, but he needed to go outside for a while to get something for Yanqing.

He locked the door of his home and looked up to begin his walk, and then… He saw you. Jing Yuan was momentarily stunned. He didn’t exactly expect this, but who was he to complain?

Your voice had broken him out of his trance once again. “Hello! You must be Jing Yuan, right? I’m your new neighbour, (Name). Nice to meet you.” You walked up to him and held your hand out, and Jing Yuan shook your hand, feeling the familiar warmth of your hand envelop his.

It seemed that the cycle was about to repeat again, and you’d leave him again one day… but until then, he’d savour every moment he could have with you, and even if you left him… He didn’t mind waiting.

Years ago, you had waited for him, and it meant everything to him. Now, he’d wait for you, even if he had to do it hundreds of times more… He wouldn’t mind, because if it were for you…

It was always going to be worth it to see you again.

RBs + Follows appreciated <3

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lesbianslvt666 · 1 year

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Please please part two of road trip, I crave it

Road Trip?

College au!

Mean! athlete!Ellie x trying to stand up for herself! Kind of an art major?(f)reader lmao

Ofc not proof read

(Btw, I don’t know the credits of the photos I use for these, so if they are yours or you know who are these from, pls dm so that I can add them, thanks <3)

pt 1 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

Synopsis: Ellie and you are roommates in your shared dorm, both in different majors, you ever see each other when it comes to be at the dorm, on parties or with Dina, your shared best friend. At first Ellie was nice, always kept to herself but never mean, until she got her first college girlfriend, everyone keep telling you how much she looked like you, including Dina. So when Ellie "cheated" on her ex, her reputation went from friendly reserved football player, to fuck girl, "I got all the girls" asshole, or so it seemed to you…

Aight, I have been writing this while being in exam season, sooooo, sorry if this is shit lmao.

Also, another thing to note here is that there are some outfits on the future for YN here that I describe, normally don’t like to do that, cause maybe you don’t feel like that style fits you or whatever, so feel free to change that in your mind (also I don’t mind if you tag me on your own fit inspos, or send them 2 me?? I love fashion lmao) however, I do describe some for story purposes orrrrrr just cause I imagined YN waring something like that?? Idk lmao that’s it, I am just nervous lol.

I put up my yellow tinted glasses in my head while I entered the ban.

"holly fuck" I looked to my right, the small kitchenette, the drivers cabin.

to the left a very spacious corridor with a couch that could be built as a bed. in front of it, a tv that you could hide behind some cabinets.

further left, there was a small room. I approach the door to open it, a toilet, and a shower, very small, but better than nothing.

there was a door past that. Opening the door showed a big king sized bed. underneath space for storage, and some pretty reading lights to the sides of the bed. how the fuck are we four gonna fit here?

"fuck, it's so big right" Dinna was dancing around throwing herself in the spacious couch.

"bigger than my dorm for sure" I plop beside her.

Ellie, who had insisted on taking my luggage. Entered the van breathless from coming downstairs with it.

"you know, when you told me it was heavy? I thought you were joking" I rolled my eyes, standing up to help her get both our suitcases up the van.

"so... Jesse and I have already use some of the storage underneath the bed for our own things... there is some more beside de bathroom, and even more underneath this couch." her face showing a bit of remorse. giving away the fact that they had already claimed the room for themselves.

"look, we are gonna be here for two weeks, we can change the room to the sofa after the first week, yall get the grand finale!!" she was looking Ellie, with an innocent smile, her eyes tilted downwards a bit.

"is not all bad tho, look!" Jesse drew the couch revealing a queen sized bed. "see? Is not that big as the king, but yall get it next week." with a cheeky smile, he hold Dina from behind towards him and jumped in the couch. "umm… so comfortable…" I looked from Dina, to Jesse, to Ellie, I raised an eyebrow. "so… we'll be sharing bed?" I pointed back and forward, from Ellie to me, back to Ellie, back to me.

"well, yeah, unless one of yall wanna sleep on the passenger seat"

when Jesse was saying that, Dina pushed me to the room, and closed the door behind her. she was fidgeting with her fingers, "look, baby, I know you don’t like Ellie, and its gonna be a bit uncomfortable." she said while guiding me to the bed, sitting down and patting the space beside her.

"Jesse and I want some privacy... we are a couple after all." she was now bouncing her leg up and down, cleaning the sweat from her hands on her denim short shorts.

"look I am sorry… pretty please? I know Ellie is not a bad person and she won't hurt you, and if she tries something you know you can always tell me and-"

my mind was going 100 miles per hour, does she thinks I am kid? Of course I know that she was going to sleep with her boyfriend. I stopped her on her rant with my hand on her knee, also to calm down the bouncing.

"Dina, I am an adult not a kid. I knew you where gonna sleep with you boyfriend and I wasn’t expecting anything else, why are you-" she cut me off now. "is just, I don’t want you to not wanna come with us, and that you feel like I let Ellie drag you here for me. even tho it was her idea... I mean I do want you here but I-"

I put my hand in her mouth. my head was now spinning, "first of all Dina, I am not here cause Ellie dragged me, I wanted to come… with you…?" the last part sank in "her idea you said?" my eyebrow raised, my hand fell from her mouth "didn’t she told you?" her eyebrows curbed up, her face hit up, "she said it was your idea Dina…" silence fell "oops…?"

"Hey Dina! YN! I am driving to the nearest 7/11 to get some snacks, want something?" as soon as jesse said that, Dina jumped out of the bed, running towards the passenger seat, connecting her phone to the speakers and playing some music, I was left thinking, and soon enough we arrived to the 7/11, both Dina and Jesse went to get us things, Ellie went down to load some gas

I went out of the room, starting to put my clothes away, underneath the storage cabinets of the couch/bed. soon enough ellie was back

Why did she lied? There was no reason to do so, could've just say something like. "look we might be roommates for the next three years to come and I wanna make the passes with you. or, hey I wanna start again, let's be friends. or, we want to be four instead of three to split the bills more evenly" or whatever.

"shit!"

"fuck YN, what happened, are you okay?" Ellie kneeled down beside me. her eyes fell to my hands, the sting growing.

"crap, yeah I am fine, I caught my finger in the drawer when I closed it."

Ellie tried to take my hand but I sat down, gaining some distance from her. "I am fine, don’t worry, I was just distracted."

Ellies veiny hands were now stroking up and down her strong forearms. "shit, let me help you, you have any more clothes to put away?" her eyes where scanning still over my body, I came back to my posture, my hand hurting less and less. "don’t baby me Williams. I am fine, for real."

she rolled her eyes at that, planting on her feet when she stood up, looking down at me. "whatever, you are such bitch when you want to"

I rolled my eyes at her, my face felt hot. how fucking dare she call me a fucking bitch? I didn’t even said it in a mean tone... or did I?

I frowned my eyebrows, standing up and getting closer to her face. "fuck you, like you aren't worse than me."

she came closer this time, mare inches from me. I could smell her incredible scent, some of my baby hairs tickling her face from the proximity.

"I was just trying to be nice. tell me doll, a time I was more dreadful than you." well shit, if you ask!

I crooked my head to the side, looking at her eyes. expecting for her to be looking at me challengingly, but, her eyes were on my lips. I licked them drawing her attention back to my eyes afterwards

"the time where you ask me to get out of my class to bring you another pair of "cleats"." my fingers up making emphasis on the name. "well maybe if you didn’t doll yourself up with your pretty little high knee boots on a rainy weather." she interrupted me before I could finish.

Fall was starting. the weather in Seattle cold and humid. my brown leather boots splashing underneath the glistening floor. the splashes of the water beneath my soles weting the hem of my bell jeans. I was sprinting now, trying to get to Ellies practice on time. I looked at my watch, flicking my left wrist to my sight line, fuck, I am so late, I am so late.

From afar I could see her figure coming with her teammates. their chat was loud and I could hear their bright laughs from across the campus.

Ellie seamed mad, she wasn’t talking to none of the other girls. walking straight ahead with a look that could bury six feet deep, "Ellie! Fuck, I am sorry I am late, shit!" I came running as fast as I could, getting closer to her. "I don’t need you anymore" her eyes weren't even looking at me. "well damn, I was in class when you called me... came running all the way here while raining and trying not to fall" I was gasping for air. "whatever, your hero run is useless, the match is over." she tried pushing past me. I put a hand on her shoulder. "fuck you! here, your fucking trainers." I put her shoes on her chest, the nasty look she gave me would've intimidate me if I wasn’t so mad. I started to walk, "cleats" she said loud so that I could hear her "what the fuck?" I turned. I could feel hot air coming out of my god damn ears and nose. "they are not shoes, they are called cleats." her smug know it all smirk was enough for me. walking fast to get mare inches from her face, trying to reach upwards so that we could be in front of each other. "fuck you Williams. next time you call me in the middle of the class to go all the way from my class hall to the fifteen minute walk towards the dorms... on the fucking rain! and then come all the way to the courts! which mind you. is a thirty minute walk... make sure to call me at least forty five minutes in advance." she was quiet.

"and not to get mad at me when I can't get your fucking things in ten minutes" i said a bit les loud.

"well princess. next time don’t be so fucking slow, maybe if you did some exercise once in a while you could've done it faster" oh she did not…

"or what about the time you call me to pretend to be your date at that party to scare off your stalker and turned out on me. you left me half the party alone when you went smoking with your friends"

"or the time that one girl thought we were together after you fucked her at another party... and when she came crying and screaming you let me to solve your! fucking! problem! with her." her eyes grew, the memory flooded her vison. "fuck well that was different, I told you I didn’t had sex with her! she kissed me and then told the entire school that I dick and dash!" "YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A DICK!" "well not a real one, but that is exactly my point too!" her voice was a bit more high pitch, her hands going straight for her hair, "shit fine, I know you’ve got more, we are even…"

"why where you so upset tho? So distracted?" ellie now looking out the window, checking on Dina and Jesse that where still picking things up.

"i don’t know, I mean yeah I do know, but I am confused…" I was looking from my hands to the window avoiding her. "what do you mean?" she looked at me, her eyebrows furrowed. "just something that Dina said that took me by surprise" Ellie looked so confused, her eyes scanning my face. "she said that… me coming wasn’t her idea" Ellies eyes opened wide "it was yours?" silence fell between us. Her eyes now everywhere but me, her hands fidgeting and her feet bouncing "no, I mean, yes but not, well technically yes?" I interrupted her "why did you lied tho? I mean, why not tell me you wanted me here, maybe, I don’t know, you wanna make up from you being mean, or you just wanted to be nice?" I was now the one coming closer to her, stepping with every word until our shoes touched, she was looking at me. " I don’t wanna be nice to you princess. I didn’t wanted you to come with us, I offered it to Dina because I am a nice friend, that’s all."

her eyes went from my lips to my eyes, back and forth, her voice trembling, her veiny hands traveling to my hips.

the words she spoke would've hurt me if I didn’t knew her enough. without thoughts my own hands went straight to her waist. she pull me in closer, her grip stronger, our breaths getting more agitated. Our chest rising and falling so that sometimes our clothed breast slammed together. I might hate Williams, but she looked just so good... the last sunlight making her skin glow in a very delicate way. her freckles shining so preciously, highlighting all her features. her rough eyebrows with her sexy slit, her delicious lips that I longed to kiss since the last time.

"wanna kiss me Williams?" my voice sounded way smaller than I expected, but she heard it. "I wanna do more than that to you doll." she was so close, her lips almost touching mine, I wanted to close the kiss so bad but I was gonna make her work for that. I slowly moved my head a bit backwards her own face starting to chase after me. when she realised what I was doing she groaned, her hands roughly reaching for my ass, groping it hard. I let out a whimper, my cheeks glowing red but I didn’t care, she was so close to kissing me, I didn’t let her.

I went straight to her neck, placing warm and wet butterfly kisses all over it. Ellie let out some soft breaths, she was trying hard not to show how much she was enjoying. my grip on her waist softened, my hands travelled towards her breast. softly stroking them on top of her shirt. "fuck" now we were talking.

as soon as she let that moan out I smiled on her neck, and she took that opportunity to take me from my own. her large hand covering almost all of it, pressing hard. "Ellie…" shit. her smug face was so close to kissing me. she knew I liked being choke, hell, she knew almost all my fantasies. oversharing after parties and smoking weed together before she started to be mean. earned some very explicit talks.

"what the fuck?" the door opened fast and aggressively. "I can't believe it!" Ellie and I jumped from each other. I stumble to the couch and Ellie went walking to the little kitchen. I sat down crossing my legs, there was no other way to do so cause the ache between my legs was too painful, too good…

"LOOK! NINE DOLLARS. NINE FUCKING DOLLARS. FOR ONE, ONE! PACK OF MALVOROS!" Dina was screaming. furious, seemingly not realizing what just went down between Ellie and I. "damn, how many did you bought?" Ellies question earned a chuckle from Jesse. "four packs." Jesse said "and nothing less than two lighters." Dina plopped down on the couch. letting the plastic bags on the little table in front of it. grabbing one of the packs and a pink lighter "it was good deal okay? 25 cents each lighter? You kidding?" she lit the cigarette in between her speech. passing the pack to me, I took one, I was going insane from earlier and I needed some relief.

"well ladies, I am gonna take a pack to the front, yall can keep the other three" Jesse took the opened pack taking one cig in his lips, extending the hand to Dina "my lady, would you like to be my co-pilot for the evening?" the cig hanging from his lip.

Both took off for the driving cabin, I stood there smoking and looking at the window, Ellie doing the same, sitting on the other side of the couch, the music blasting.

After a couple of minutes, two beers down and half a pack of cigs, both Ellie and I were just dancing to Dinas music, the ambiance was beautiful, the sunset beaming through the windows, satanist by boygenious playing, the four of us singing so loud, Ellie took my hands on her, her feet bouncing side to side, my own trying to pick up on her poor dancing skills, I could hear Dinas laugh from behind us, our ugly dance moves making her laugh even harder.

One hour passed, I wanted to keep on dancing but I my feet were screaming for me to sit down, for at least a few minutes, Ellie, like a psychic, came closer to me, placing a water bottle in front of my face, I took it while looking at her beautiful eyes, the blue hour tinting everything beautifully, it felt like I was In a dream, and I did not wanted to wake up from it.

This was supposed to be longer but I didn’t wanted you guys to wait more, I love writing this story, is so warm and flirty. Also I choose for it to be 5 parts cause I want all the smut in individual chapters, so you know where to go when you wanna read them :))

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sanijcake · 8 months

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Between Reality and Fiction

I don't see a lot of return of the Blossoming Blade x reader. I'll be making one, but it's more of a oc!reader since the reader will have some features that I will be describing. This is for plot purposes and for it to fit the story. So if you do not like it or this isn't your cup of tea, I kindly ask you to turn back :D

(P.S. I can not guarantee that I could continue this as this is merely a practice)

Chapter 1: Lost to Nowhere

In the heart of a bustling city, in a cozy apartment Y/n was sitting on her couch in the living room, she was looking through a webtoon to read a new manhwa to pass the time. While scrolling she encountered one, it was an action manhwa, 'The art style doesn't seem bad, though I’m not an action reader…. Changing some things doesn’t seem bad.’

She read through the manhwa and she admitted that throughout the webtoon she had a lot of laughs. The main character was hilarious and yet overpowered. Though there were a lot of attractive characters. Even the side characters were attractive and they were only side characters! As she was about to click the next button to chapter 69, her vision blurred, 'What the.’

Y/N's heart raced as she stumbled to her feet, disoriented and bewildered by the sudden shift in her surroundings. She squinted and shielded her eyes in a futile attempt to block out the piercing light. No matter how hard she tried to make sense of the situation, the blinding light refused to yield. It was relentless, an all-encompassing brilliance that seemed to sear itself into her consciousness.

“Arck-!”

Y/n felt the room around her shift, and the once-silent apartment was filled with the rustle of leaves and the distant sounds of a bustling market. Her heart raced as she found herself standing in the middle of a bustling town, surrounded by people dressed in familiar traditional clothing.

“Wha-”

“Oi! Keep moving!”

A hard push made Y/n stumble forward bumping into a civilian. The civilian groaned from the impact, however, Y/n landed on the ground hard. She tried to stand up from the ground, this is when she noticed her clothes. Her comfortable clothing was replaced by dirty rags, she also noticed that her right ankle had a chain attached.

Clank*

Y/n looked at her restricted wrist, both wore metal chains. One thought came to her mind throughout this, did she accidentally eat drugs? But her thoughts were cut off. A heavy foot stomped on her right shoulder.

"Ack-"

She was forced to lay down in an uncomfortable position on the ground. She glanced at the culprit, it was another person wearing traditional clothing except he was bigger and had a greedy look in his eyes.

"I told you to move! Don't lay on the ground, you dimwit!"

'I don't know what he's talking about but I want to kick his ass.'

Y/n was so tempted to shout at the scumbag but was cut off by a masculine voice. Her attention was caught by an older man who drew her eye since he was dressed much more elegantly than the rest of the folks in the busy town. Despite what he wore, he held himself with so much dignity and grace.

'Now that I'm looking at him... He looks oddly familiar...'

"I may kindly ask you to take your foot off the child," His eyes looked at the greedy man with so much firmness, that it was as if he didn't obey what he asked of him. He'll do something more than just ask or rather demand.

"Now, now," The man who was on top of Y/n nervously backed away but near enough, "You see, good sir, this child (pointing towards you) was being disobedient so it was only-"

He was cut off when the older man spoke with a darkening look, "So treating her as if she wasn't human is what you call punishment? Have you no shame?"

You could see the man was sweating very nervously, but it was gone by the minute. He clasped his hands together looking at the older man with a business smile.

You knew at that moment he was thinking something sinister.

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That's it for now:'D Pretty short :'(( Not sure about chapter 2 but I'll try making it!

#return of the blossoming blade #chung myung #baek cheon #chung myung x reader #return of the blossoming blade x reader #baek cheon x reader #jong yoon x reader #oc!reader #manhwa #martial arts #return of the mount hua sect #x reader #oc

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1-beansss-1 · 7 months

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~ Art Project ~

Simon petrikov x gn!reader

Brief Bummary - you are working on a stressful art project but can't focus... your mind wonders on your crush that you think will never reciprocate your feelings.

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You sat down in front of your desk, and you put some headphones on so you could focus more. You opened your sketch book, you had a big project ahead of you, and you had a spot at an art museum on the human island. The deadline was in a month, but you felt like you had no time to complete it.

You picked up a pencil thinking about what you were going to make.

Would it be sculptural? Would it be on canvas or paper?

You started to chew on your pencil, as you thought. You sighed and started to sketch without a real plan. You found your brain wondering away from your project and onto a friend of yours. You smiled at the paper and sketched out Simon's face. You felt your cheeks get hot as you sketched.

You shook your head and quickly turned the page

"Focus.. Focus!"

You said as you put your hands on the sides of your head, trying to make yourself think of the project instead. You touched your pencil to the paper. You couldn't focus that much, so you decided to just draw without putting much thought or purpose into the lines you created.

You found yourself thinking about how you liked simon. you could never tell him your feelings. If you did, it would ruin a good friendship.

You sighed slightly as you drew, you wrote down the emotions you wanted to show in this piece when it was finished, you wrote the words 'longing' 'sadness' 'loneliness' and a few other words. You wanted this piece to be personal. You wanted to throw your emotions on the paper, to be rid of them.

you started to actually look at the page. It was a bit abstract, but you felt good about it. You felt a sense of release and a burst of motivation.

"That's it.."

You quickly got excited, flapping your hands around. You felt excited to start the project for the first time.

Simon walked into your house and looked at you. He smiled and saw how excited you looked.

"I brought you lunch.."

He said as he lifted the bag in his hand. You didn't hear him because of the headphones. Simon smiled and put the food on the table

He brought the food because he knew about your project, and he was a bit worried that you would be too focused on it to take care of yourself.

He sighed slightly. He didn't really want to interrupt. He sat on the couch. He brought a book just in case you were too sucked into your project. He looked at you before he started to read.

You looked focused as you were digging in a drawer at your desk. It was full of random sizes of paper. You pulled out your biggest piece and set it on the desk. You grabbed the sketch book and sat it somewhere you could see it and where it was out of the way. You sat down and grabbed a pencil, lightly sketching out what you drew in your sketchbook, slightly changing the design as you went. when you were done, you sighed, the motivation left as quickly as it came, and you put your head in your hands, leaning over your paper.

"Hate art block.."

Simon looked over at you. He could see you were struggling. He got up and walked behind you, placing a hand on your sholder to comfort you. He forgot that you didn't know he was here.

You quickly got up, turning around, punching him in the chest. He griped his chest and leaned forward.

"Oh! Glob! Simon? I'm so sorry!"

You said, taking out your headphones, and he coughed a bit.

"No.. I deserve that.. I should have tried harder to tell you I was here.."

You helped him on the couch. You felt embarrassed that you hit him.

"I'm so sorry.. Are you ok? I'm sorry.."

You said, slightly freaking out. He nodded and looked at you.

"I'm fine.. now I know I don't have to worry if someone breaks in here.."

He chuckled slightly at his own joke.

"Ow.."

He mumbled. Your face was flushed with embarrassment. You didn't know what to do except apologize. He looked over at you and put a hand on your sholder.

"I'm fine, really.."

He said with a smile, it made you feel a little better, but you still felt guilty. He looked over at your desk.

"Have you made any good progress on your project?"

You shrugged a bit and looked over at your desk.

"Not any good progress.. but I have started"

You smiled nervously, thinking about the time constraint.

"Can I look?"

Simon looked back at you, and you nodded. You got up and walked to your desk, Simon followed. He looked at the paper on your desk, and he looked at what you did. He stared at it a bit before looking back at you.

"So.. uh, it's a bit hard to make out, but uh.."

You ruffled your hair a bit and grabbed your sketch book.

"It's easier to see here..."

You were slightly embarrassed to show him something so unfinished, you sighed. Simon took your sketchbook. Your idea was much easier to see on the sketchbook. He read the words on the page and looked at you. His eyes softened when he looked at you.

Is this what you were feeling? Sad and alone?

You looked at his face. You were confused at his expression. It made you worry.

"What?"

You said as you put a finger on the sketchbook, looking at it closely.

"Is it bad or something?! Should I do something else?"

You looked slightly worried, simon shook his head

"No... No, it's great"

Simon said, smiling a bit. You doubted yourself a little. He handed the sketchbook back. You stared at your sketchbook, and you furrowed your brow. You started to overthink the project. He put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your head

"It's a wonderful idea, it's just"

He looked at your sketchbook in your hands. He pointed to the words you wrote

"This worried me a little.. sorry"

You smiled at him, sighing a bit out of relief. You've stressed yourself out so much about the project that you worried about every little thing. You set your sketchbook down on your desk, and you sat back down on the couch. You were trying to calm yourself down after winding yourself up so much.

Simon looked over at you then back at your sketchbook. You looked up at him. You could tell he wanted to look at your sketchbook.

"You can look through it if you want.. I don't mind"

He nodded and grabbed your sketchbook. He sat down next to you and looked closely at the pages.

"These look really good!"

You looked away from embarrassment.

"It's not that good they're just sketches.."

You sighed. You felt your cheeks get slightly hot with embarrassment. When you looked back at him, he was looking at the page where you drew him. Your face turned completely red when you saw him looking at it.

"Ignore that!"

You said as you quickly flipped the page, your cheeks were burning. He looked at you and flipped the page back.

"Is this me..?when did you do this?"

"Um.... e-earlier today."

You said, looking away. You scratched the back of your neck. You were really embarrassed. He looked up at you, he had a sweet smile on his face, and he closed the sketchbook, handing it to you.

"No wonder you got a spot in the art museum.."

"Oh.. thank you.."

You said awkwardly, still not looking at him. He leaned over, trying to see your face.

"What's wrong?"

Your body stiffened slightly, and you got up suddenly. He was too close to you.

"N-Nothing!"

You said as you put your sketchbook on the table in front of you. You looked over at the table, seeing the bag.

"What's that?"

You said, changing the subject, he looked over at the bag.

"Oh.. I brought you lunch.. I thought you'd be too busy with your project to cook so.."

He looked back at you, he studied your face, he didn't notice how red it was before, he started to realize something.

What if you liked him?

he blushed slightly at that thought. You walked over to the bag and looked inside, you could hear your stomach growl, you realized that you haven't ate anything at all that day, you pulled out two containers, they were slightly cold, looking inside them, it was one of your favorite meals, you looked back at him.

"How.. did you remember? I think I only mentioned this like ...once I think"

"Oh.. I just have a good memory.."

Simon looked over at you, his face slightly pink. You nodded, not really noticing him blushing. You were awful at picking up hints, especially if you liked the person.

"Do you want yours heated up?"

You said as you lifted up one. He nodded, and you put them both in the microwave. You grabbed some utensils, and when the microwave beeped, you took them out

"Hot..."

You mumbled as you let go of them quickly. You grabbed them with your shirt covering your hands. He looked over at you, and he blushed more as he saw your midriff. You sat down next to simon and sat the food down on a table in front of you.

You opened up your food and quickly took a bite, burning your mouth slightly. The food was amazing.

"Where did you get this this.. like it's so good.."

You said after swallowing the food in your mouth.

"Oh, I made it"

Simon said as he began to eat. You looked at him, you were surprised.

"This is like the best food I've ever had"

You continued to eat. Simon smiled at your compliment.

"I wouldn't say it's that good.. it was better when I first made it.."

He said before taking a bite. You smiled as you ate, he looked at you, he liked that you enjoyed his cooking.

You both ate in silence for a bit. You were too focused on the food to talk. Simon glanced at your desk.

"Uh.. what's your project about.. like what made you come up with the idea?"

He broke the silence, you started to blush again and choked on your food a bit. You looked down at your food, and you sighed slightly. You tried to choose your words carefully, this piece was important and you wanted to make sure it was explained properly.

"Well, it's about wanting someone you can't have.. The...The struggle of liking someone you know doesn't reciprocate your feelings.. and the loneliness you feel.."

You continued to stare at your food. You were embarrassed to tell him.. it was like an indirect confession.

Simon moved closer to you, your sholders touched his, your face burned, he was too close, again.

"Do.. do you want to talk about it?"

Simon said, putting a comforting hand on your back. It made you blush even more, you grabbed at your chest, you could feel your heart pounding, it was so loud that you thought that simon could hear. You felt scared to tell him, but you felt like you should.

You sat your food on the table. It was almost all gone.

"Well.. um, d-don't laugh.."

You said, messing with your hands nervously.

"I wouldn't! I promise.."

He smiled at you, you let out a long sigh, it was hard put your feelings into words without just yelling that you loved him, you didn't wanna be that obvious.

"Well.. I.. uh, I like one of my close friends.. They're super sweet! They remember small details about me that sometimes even I forget.. I just.. I wanna scream in their face and tell them how much I love them"

You said your face was bright red, you had a goofy lovestricken smile, and then it quickly changed when you continued.

"But.. Y- They're dealing with their own stuff.. and I don't think they feel the same.. like at all.. it hurts.. I like them so much.."

You put your head in your hands, Simon pulled you into a hug.

"I'm sure they'll understand if you tell them.. "

Simon felt a little sad when you told him you liked someone, but he wanted to be there for you.

"I.. kinda did already.."

You said, looking up at Simon. There were tears forming in your eyes. You felt overwhelmed after saying that. He was completely oblivious.

"What did they say?"

Simon tilted his head, and you started to chuckle a bit.

"Simon, you dork!"

You said slightly nudging him a bit, he realized, his face turned bright red.

"T-The person is me?!"

He asked to make sure, you nodded and looked away. You waited for his response. You prepared yourself for him to say something like, 'Sorry, i don't feel that way' or something.

"I...I"

Simon stuttered, he was trying to choose his words carefully.

"I.. I might not be fully over Betty.. but.. I would like to try.. with you... I like you too Y/N"

He said, putting his head on your sholder. You started to sob, you felt so happy. He looked at your face

"Did I say something wrong? Are you ok?!"

He said, putting a hand on your cheek.

"These are happy tears. It's just.. a little overwhelming.. this has bothered me for a while and.."

You wiped your face, smiling like an idiot. Simon put his arms around you. Simon smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

#simon x reader #simon petrikov x reader #simon petrikov #writing #fanfic #beginner writer #adventure time #adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake

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loupy-mongoose · 11 months

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That last piece aaaaaaaah beautiful and sweet, really captures how Lav feels about Randy :D

Also I love how you colour and shade everything, how do you do it? Do you think you could record a speed paint or something? What brushes do you use? Canvas size? How do you painstakingly colour within the lines? What device do you use?

Sorry for so many questions in one ask, I’m really curious lol. Hope you can answer these! No rush :3

First off, thank you so much!

I use Procreate on iPad, which has a handy-dandy little feature where it automatically records everything you do on a canvas, and you can create a time lapse of it. So, yes, I can give a speed paint. :3

(Yes I painted this specifically for this ask.) For comics (and this painting sample), I use a canvas that's 1813X2263. For doodle dumps and other less dedicated projects, I use a 1955X2357 canvas, rotating as I want or need to. If I have a bigger project I want to do, I start with Procreates "Square" canvas default (2048X2048) and crop as I need to as I work.

I've been sticking to this Jingsketch brush set for a while now, though I've modified some to make them more comfortable. As of now the set is free to download. (There appears to be a larger Jingsketch set that costs about $15--I may get that someday lol)

For smudging of shadows and markings, I use the Jingsketch "Jittery Smudge".

Alright, prepare for a thorough rundown of the time lapse. X3

As for how I color, the video shows my two most used methods. I do the Momo method when I want it to look a little neater or smoother, and the Midas method for when I don't care how unpolished it looks and just want to show a colored image.

For flats (the solid red seen in the video) I do it on a layer under the lines. I usually put all the flats on one layer, but this time I did their flats on separate layers for demonstration purposes, and merged them once they were both filled.

For Momo, I colored by drawing just inside the lines, erasing what went outside. Then used a Freehand (or equivalent) selection tool to fill in the inside. This is the more time consuming but smooth of the two methods, in my opinion.

For Midas, I specifically drew the outer lines thicker so that I could use the "automatic" (I guess that's "wand" in other programs? I'm not sure) selection to do a quick fill. This method will usually leave the colors with a hard, semi-unappealing edge. (Feathering the selection a little or smudging the flats can probably help with that, but I don't do that very often.)

What I do is select the OUTSIDE of the lines, expand the "Selection Threshold" so that it barely selects JUST outside the lines, then invert the selection so that it filles everything INSIDE the lines. With this method you need to be careful to get all the negative zones as well--I didn't think about demonstrating that in this painting, so here a mini-tut on that.

For the actual colors, I usually do each color on a separate layer set as a "Clipping Mask" to the flats layer. Eyes usually get a layer of their own--The iris colors and pupil (if present) get the Clipping Mask treatment until I'm satisfied with them and merge them into one eye layer.

For shading, I'll fill an entire layer, still Clipped to the flats, with my color of choice, usually set it to the Multiply blend mode, and adjust the opacity as I want. I usually shade the main body separately from the eyes, but try to match the blend mode and opacity settings.

For more high-effort projects, I'll fill a layer with a solid color under the shadow layer but above all the other colors so that I have a better idea of the shapes. Colors like on Midas here can really badly mess with the perception of the shapes and shadow locations. I may also add more Multiply layers if necessary.

And that's my lengthy and extensive look into how I paint~ Keep in mind this is MY process, and I admit I work in a rather quick, dirty, and even somewhat lazy way. So take what you will from this, and go arting as YOU please! ^w^

#kittydragonart #ask #art #babbies #tutorial #info

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creachureboy · 1 year

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SFW and NSFW Vasily/reader hcs because help

His gunshot scars havent fully healed so he still cant talk

Gender neutral reader

Also uh. This is kinda long so have fun scrolling

SFW

Vasily's kisses are so warm and sweet. He enjoys gently pulling you close to him by wrapping his arms around your waist, and kissing you. It's like a blanket of love and warmth has been wrapped all around you.

And if you aren't tall enough to give him a kiss, all you have to do is get on your tippy toes (or, yknow, just ask) and he'll bend down in a heartbeat to meet you in the middle.

He'll give you lots and lots of kisses to make up for the fact he cant verbally tell you he loves you.

But of course if you ever lean over his shoulder to watch him draw, he'll write "I love you", before proceeding to smile at you with the sweetest little smile you've seen.

When you cuddle, Vasily likes to run his fingers along your skin - maybe on your wrists, jawline, or anywhere else youre comfortable with.

Vasily is quite observant and notices fluctuations in your mood. Sometimes if he sees you agitated, he'll act on it by getting you something to eat or drink and insisting that you sit or do some activity with him until you calm down.

Similarly, sometimes he gets so engrossed in a task that you have to pull him away or distract him from it to get him to rest. He himself doesn't notice when he gets too invested in something, so he's always thankful when you help him with that.

Sometimes he draws you when you arent looking. One time he showed you one of the drawings, and he could've sworn that his heart skipped a beat when he saw how flustered you got when you saw it, so he made it a point to show you each time just to see your reaction.

If you're an artist too, he'll always praise your artworks even if you don't think your art is that good. Sometimes he'll even ask to keep pieces of paper you drew on, or purposely give you small sticky notes to doodle on so he can keep it with him wherever he goes.

Sometimes you notice the side of Vasily's hand is dark with pencil lead. One time he looked upon you horrified after cupping your cheeks in his palms and notcing a dark spot on your face when he pulled away, only to chuckle at himself and relax when he realised it's just lead.

He makes it a point to clean up stray eraser dust, but sometimes you find some pieces that he missed littered across your table or floor.

He'll let you doodle little things or write messages in his sketchbook. He enjoys looking back on them knowing that it was you who added it - he likes knowing you were thinking about him. You once wrote a little "Y/N was here !" message in it when he wasn't looking, and it made him light up when he eventually found it.

When Vasily's hair is down, it tends to tickle your forehead when you kiss. Sometimes you'll run your hands through his hair, and he always hums softly to show you that he likes it.

Sometimes he'll lean his head against your shoulder, as if he's a little cat asking for pats.

He likes to help you pick out clothes he thinks you'd look good in, and would absolutely style your hair if you're okay with it (even if it's short, he'll find a way). It's cheesy, but he likes to wear matching outfits / colours with you.

When you're out for a walk, he likes to pick flowers for you and put one behind your ear. There was once a time you both stopped to admire a meadow, and he took that opportunity to make a flower crown for you. Plus, any flower you pick for him will be pressed and immortalized in his sketchbook by the end of the day.

When you and Vasily hold hands, he'll absentmindedly rub his thumb along your knuckles. The warmth of his hand comforts you.

Sometimes you sneak up on Vasily when he's invested in a task to kiss his cheek or the back of his neck or wrap your arms around his waist. Usually he sees you coming, but when he doesnt ? His sweet flustered expression makes your heart flutter.

His eyes are mesmerizing, you could stare into them all day.

Fortunately for you, he could stare at your eyes all day too.

and youll both be staring and then smiling like a pair of lovestruck fools.

Sometimes Vasily cuddles you by having you sit between his legs while you both do your own thing.

He likes to sit with you on his lap facing away from him so he can rest his head on your shoulder while you work on things. Unfortunately this also spells for absolutely zero concentration on the task at hand from your end, but he insists he just wants to watch !

He lets you make little braids in his hair, and he'll just let them stay there. If you want to add ribbons or clips or anything, he usually doesn't mind as long as its not super bulky.

He's like a cat in that you can pet his hair and run your fingers through it while he leans on you, and he'll be quick to fall asleep.

Vasily is less of the type to let you have his coat when youre cold, but rather when he realises youre cold, he'll bundle up to you and try and fit you with him in his coat no matter how impractical it is.

Sometimes youll tuck some loose strands of hair behind his ear or brush his bangs out of his face. If your hair is long enough, he started taking to mimicking that action for you.

Sometimes he lays down on the floor to draw, and you are always invited to floor time.

NSFW - also gn, refers to readers genitalia in a gn way too

You two have a nonverbal way of communicating

Tracing a circle on your wrist means he likes it, while tapping three times means stop

Tapping with two fingers means faster, drawing a line means slower

When you run your hands along Vasily's chest and body, he tries to put on a brave face, but you can always feel his subtle yet blatantly obvious jolts when you touch him somewhere he likes.

He likes to hide his face when embarassed by burying it in your neck or by kissing you.

He lets you hold his boobs. Need I say more ?

You can give Vasily head and through nearly the whole thing he'll be tracing circles on your wrist.

And when he gets close to finishing, he'll be tapping on the back of your neck with two fingers like crazy.

He's not very loud when aroused, but he tends to gasp and groan softly, and his breathing becomes much more audible.

When you're between his legs, you can feel the way he tries not to close his thighs around you. It becomes almost like a game to see how much he can handle without impulsively squeezing you between his legs or thrusting into your mouth.

Vasily is scared to hurt you on accident, so you sometimes have to reassure him. And even if he did, he'd do all he could to make up for it.

When you jack him off for the first time, he puts his hand on yours to guide you to touch him how he likes it.

Vasily loves when you sit on his lap and face him, it makes it that much easier for him to hold you close. Plus, he loves to tease you, and the feeling of you squirming on his legs gives him butterflies.

He'll run his fingers up and down your back and trail kisses on your neck, leaving your skin tingling.

The artist in him loves to observe little details, and he'll try and learn everything about your body that he can. Whether thats making a mental note of moles / birthmarks, noting where you're most sensitive to touch, and all the little dips and curves of your body. He'll remember it.

Sometimes you get embarassed and look away, but without fail he'll always tilt your chin gently back to him. He loves seeing you flustered, especially knowing he was the one who put you in that state.

It still hurts for Vasily to open his mouth too wide, so he cant bite, but he'll gently drag his fingernails along your skin.

He's such a gentle dom, but dont get things mistaken. He loves to mess with you and loves to feel your body pressing against him, as if youre ask for more without your words.

He'll purposely go slowly in order to savour you and your reactions, but that usually leads to you begging him for more. And it's a win-win for him, as he either gets to see you in pleasure for longer, or he gets to hear you softly plead to him.

Vasily pays so much care into foreplay, he always makes sure to set the mood in just the way you like it. Whether it's setting up the atmostphere with candles, or just holding you close and trailing kisses along your body - if you want it, he'll do it.

He'll always make note of what positions and actions turn you on the most. Even if it's something he's not used to, he'll do it if it means he gets to see you enjoying yourself.

(Not to mention that the more aroused he gets you, the better itll feel when he fucks you)

Vasily wants to start out gentle, but he can get a little rough if he knows youre comfortable with it.

Whether its pulling on your hair or being more forceful as he pushes you down. Over and over, he'll do it and find your reactions to it adorable each time.

He doesn't like to restrain your hands though, as he can't get enough of you touching him.

He likes to hold your hips in place when he fucks you, partly to make things easier for him, but partly because he loves to turn you into a mess only to pull out just when youre really getting into it.

Vasily will watch in amusement as you wriggle and try to inch yourself closer to his dick again, and he'll smile softly at you as your efforts are to no avail as he holds you still. He holds you there until you beg. Until you beg for him to fuck you.

Your moans and whimpers are music to his ears and he wants to wring as many out of you as possible.

You're dealing with sniper's patience - be prepared to be up late for quite some time.

And when you moan his name ? It makes his head spin. It makes him want to push you to the edge but not let you cross it, just to hear you say it over and over.

And he will do it. Over. And over. Until you beg for him to let you finish.

Vasily likes to fuck you in missionary so he can easily kiss you and see your face.

And if he gives you head, he'll hold your thighs in place so you can't squeeze his head with them.

Youll run your hands through his hair and he'll give you a little hum of approval, but the vibrations of his deep voice only end up pushing you further.

He won't stop until you're so sensitive that you wonder if you can even take it or not. And at that point, you're already letting out incoherent moans and noises that you couldnt even string a sentence together, and the words that do come out are indecipherable.

Saying that Vasily loves hearing you and seeing you in that state is an understatement. He wishes he could just freeze time and pull out his sketchbook so he can keep this moment and treasure it.

And sometimes he'll be staring at you so intently that you wonder what's going on in that mind of his.

(In truth hes just making note after note in his head so he can draw you like this later)

When he fucks you, he always pulls out to cum on your stomach. He just adores the sight of you breathless under his touch covered in his spend.

When you peg him, he's so obedient to do whatever you say, all while letting out low groans and whimpers.

When it comes to aftercare, any roughness Vasily mightve shown immediately dissipates as he opts to help clean you up, and he'll give you even more kisses to let you know how much he enjoyed it.

But of course youre both too exhausted to do anything much but wipe off any mess made before inevitably falling asleep in each others arms.

#golden kamuy #vasily pavlichenko #imagines #headcanons #vasily x reader #golden kamuy x reader

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