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xiaoluvss · 2 months

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scara college au ! ݁ ˖๋ ࣭‹3 ⭑

(compsci major!scara & fine arts major!reader)

this is my first time writing,, pls go easy on me😭n im literally doing this while paintingggg

♡ collegestudent!scara who is also your.. really cold roommate that's a compsci major.

♡ collegestudent!scara whose first impression on you was that he didn't like you, due to the cold and stoic expression that was always on his face. and the way he talked to you at first as if you annoyed him just by breathing.

♡ collegestudent!scara who eventually warms up to your soft personality and doesn't seem as cold as before. he now accompanies you everywhere. even to your favorite café.

♡ collegestudent!scara who has a completely different music and fashion taste from yours.

♡ collegestudent!scara who used to hate being called 'kuni' by you but had warmed up to it by now. he knows something's wrong when you don't call him that.

♡ collegestudent!scara who stays up late often and then gets sick as a result, so you have to take care of him every time. he throws a lot of cuss words at you but you know deep down he appreciates you. he actually really loves your cooking.

♡ collegestudent!scara who also scolds you whenever you stay up late sketching or painting, dragging you harshly to your bed to tuck you in. yet it's somehow okay when he stays up late?

♡ collegestudent!scara who always picks you up after your classes.

♡ collegestudent!scara who has made it a habit to have late night visits to the nearby convenience store with you. he makes sure to stay by your side at all times.

♡ collegestudent!scara who comforts you by either taking you to your favorite café and buying your favorite drink & pastry . . or taking you to an art museum/art store even though he's not interested in art.

♡ collegestudent!scara who always complains about having to accompany you to the art supplies store but goes anyway.

♡ collegestudent!scara who watches you paint when he's bored and has nothing else to do.

♡ collegestudent!scara who once heard people gossiping about you in the hallway and sent a death glare towards them that scared them away. luckily he didn't punch them.

♡ collegestudent!scara who so obviously has a crush on you that his friends tease him about it, and even has a gallery in his phone full of candid pictures of you. some of them were sent to you and were put on your instagram story.

♡ collegestudent!scara who absolutely adores your artworks but never shows it. he once found multiple sketches of him when he flipped through one of your many sketchbooks. he definitely didn't take a picture of that.

♡ collegestudent!scara who will and always admire you, from afar or not.

♡ collegestudent!scara whose favorite artist will always be you.

♡ collegestudent!scara whose soft spot will always be you.<3

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sleepyghostuwu · 1 month

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The Artist and the Gem: Part 1

"I'm pretty sure this only happens in dreams."

Synopsis: An IPC member part-timing as an artist unknowingly spices up her life when a certain colleague comes to her for a leisurely art commission.

Notes: Fem! Reader POV since it's what I'm more comfy writing in for this series. I also have no clue how art commissions work so apologies if it isn't lore-accurate ^^"

Ping!

You groan as you reluctantly reach for your phone for the umpteenth time today, bracing yourself to read your client's incessant texts about your work progress despite it being mere weeks since they first contacted you. Combining that with the fact that your supervisors were piling you with more paperwork these days made it all the more frustrating to deal with.

"Hi again! I feel the need to mention that I have a full-time job outside of my artist life, and also take note that it takes time in general to complete multiple people's commissions over time. I will send you more WIPs once I'm available to do so. Thanks for your patience!"

As cordial as the text sounded when you sent it out, you were like a pot filled with boiling water, ready to burst in fury in the event that client continues to add fuel to the fire. Too angry to continue doing work properly, you excused yourself to get a drink at the pantry.

As the coffee machine whirred to life on the counter, you hear your phone ringing again. Doing your utmost to keep your composure, your trembling hands open your inbox. This time, it was not your current client who texted you, but a new one.

"Hey (username), I find your artworks to be rather intriguing. I saw on your webpage that you're still taking in commissions, so I was wondering if I could trouble you to do one for me."

"At least this one's polite about this," you muttered as you replied to their message with equal respect.

"Hey there! Happy to know that you appreciate my art! My commission list is quite full at the moment, so I'm afraid that it will take long while to complete yours. Would you mind if your commission took a longer time to complete, or would you rather contact me another time instead?"

That should do, you think to yourself as you retrieve your coffee cup from the machine and take a sip of your drink. Your phone rings again.

"It's all good. Take as much time as you need. I'm not in a rush :)"

Your eyes practically lit up upon reading that message. Unlimited time for a commission? In times like these? Is this heaven?? You quickly shoot back another text.

"Very well. What would you like me to draw, then?"

"I would like you to draw a portrait of Aventurine from the IPC."

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You've got to be kidding me.

You blink furiously at your client's art request, trying to make sure that you did not misread whatever they sent to you.

"That's an interesting request you got here."

Who even is requesting for this from me? A fan from the Aventurine Fan Squad? For all you knew, any of your colleagues could have either chanced upon your art account or decided to knowingly exploit your creativity for their own pleasure. As you type out the default reminder for them to pay up as per your terms, your phone rings twice.

[100,000 Credits have been transferred to your bank account.]

"Say less. Wishing you the best of luck ;)"

You take a huge gulp of coffee as you switch off your phone, evidently more stressed about your artistic career than you already were before. With such a hefty sum of money transferred to you for a singular drawing, chances are that you will have to pool in all of your creativity for this particular commission if it means that your mystery client would be assured to get their money's worth. Taking a glimpse at the nearest clock within your hindsight, you quickly down your coffee before rushing back to your cubicle, ready to check off your task list if it meant more time to draw later on.

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As you briskly return to your cubicle to work, a certain blond man in green glances at you from a distance and smiles.

#honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #aventurine #hsr #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x reader #aventurine honkai star rail #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr fanfic #star rail #aventurine x you #star rail aventurine

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Envy

Shout out (again lmao) to @ave661 for the artwork (I’m sorry I tag you so much lmao)

Possessive Keegan x F!reader

Inspired by Bad Omens - Death of Peace of Mind

Not proofread because I’m legit so tired lmao I could have done more to this but my brain isn’t working x

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, possessive and jealous themes, p in v, unprotected sex, goes without saying but it’s the internet ini, this is fiction. This is not a healthy relationship.

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The buzz of the bar hummed around you, strangers going about their business, wrapped up in their own little worlds. You sipped at your drink as you watched life unfold before you. Couples sharing intimate conversations, friends sharing stories, laughter. That’s when you noticed a pair of silvery blue eyes watching you from across the bar.

Keegan.

More specifically your ex-boyfriend Keegan.

Absolutely not wanting to get into it you finished your drink and made your way out of the bar. You could feel his eyes bore into you as you took your leave. Watching. Waiting.

It was an early autumn evening. Still warm but with a noticeable chill now in the air. Pulling out your phone your text your best friend, informing them that you’d seen Keegan at the bar and that you were making your way home. Going for a drink on your own wasn’t unusual for you. You did it quite often in fact, happy in your own company, watching the world go by. It gave you time to decompress, to think.

The taxi rank was about a 15 minute walk away, the streets weren’t too crowded, it being a Sunday after all. Everyone at home too full to move after their roast dinner. Various alley ways lined the streets, the first golden crisp leaves began to fall, the breeze encapsulated you in its warm embrace.

It was perfection. Your favourite season.

You allowed your mind to drift, forgetting all about seeing your ex-boyfriend. Entranced within your own world. And that’s when he pounced.

A firm broad body slams into you, pushing you full force into one of the alleyways. Before a shriek could even fall from your mouth a large hand muffled your mouth. Effectively silencing you. Your body hit the red brick wall with a dull thud. Dazed you eventually focused on your assailant, eyes widening as you were met with Keegans face.

His ashen eyes stared into your very soul, your essence. Your brows knitted together confused as you relaxed into his form. He’d never laid a hand on you, if anything he was sickly sweet, worshipping the ground you walked on. But he had a jealous side, one that he had managed to hide well. But the mask slipped, as it always did. He became possessive, envious of every interaction you had. He didn’t control or coerce you in anyway, but he’d always let you know what he was thinking. He wanted you all to himself. That’s when you ended it.

And by the looks he wasn’t getting over you any time soon.

Slowly he removed his hand, allowing your short sharp breaths to echo in the cramped alley. ‘Keegan?’ Your eyes fluttered around his features, trying to make sense of this … situation. ‘Hi sweetheart’ he drawled, his voice thick like caramel. Still breathless you whispered ‘what are you doing?’ He watched as your chest rose and fell, your lungs fighting against the adrenaline pumping through you.

He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he caressed your cheek. ‘Just missed you is all. Saw you across the bar n needed to tell you.’ Scrunching your nose you scoffed ‘then just tell me like a normal person? Instead of pinning me in an alley way. Christ Keegan.’

‘Fuck, I love it when you’re angry.’ His eyes fell to your lips, watching as the corner of your mouth twitched.

Dropping his head he nuzzled into your neck, as he slipped his knee between your thighs. Slightly pushing your dress up against your skin. ‘Keegan’ you warned, your tone sharp and commanding. But that’s when he trailed his tongue from your neck to your earlobe, nipping at it gently. ‘Fuck you smell so good sweetheart’ you felt his voice rumble through his chest and onto yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pulled at your hip, his 6’1 frame towering over you.

‘Keegan …’ it was less of a warning and more of a plead, your breathless voice seeped into his skin spurring him on. ‘Missed the way you say my name sweetheart’ his grip on your hip tightened. Causing you inadvertently roll your hips into him, arching your back off the brick wall.

You brushed your cheek against his, his sharp jaw cut against your skin as you melted into him. With his other hand he snaked it up your body, along your neck and into your hair. Twisting it in his grasp. A surprised moan fell from you lips as he nipped your collarbone.

Peering over his shoulder you tried to scope out the street, to see if any passers by had clocked you. The street appeared empty, the off leaf tumbling by the entry way, the sky gradually darkening with every minute.

Giving in slightly you placed your hands on his arms, squeezing them gently. Heavy breaths fell in between the two of you. Nipping at your jaw he finally placed his lips on to yours, going against your better judgement you reciprocated the kiss. Lips dancing in unison as he swiped his tongue against yours. Sighing deeper into the kiss you tangled your fingers in his jet black hair, eliciting a hiss from him.

He placed his hand at the small of your back pulling you further into him. Breaking the kiss he trailed kissed from your lips to your neck again, knowing it was your sensitive spot. Using his free hand he cupped your jaw, dragging his thumb along your lips. You nipped and sucked on it gently, muffling the guttural moans from your chest. Thrusting his knee upwards closer to your cunt it grazed your swollen clit.

You jerked your hips, desperate to relieve the mounting pressure. Feeling you grind against his thigh he cupped your pussy, feeling how wet you were through your lace panties. ‘Always knew I could still make you wet baby, you want me to fill this cunt? Just like I used to? … hmmm?’ You knew this was so wrong, you ended it for a reason, but he always knew how to work your body. How to make you come undone with a mere touch.

‘Yes … fuck, yes’ you muttered.

With that he swept your panties to the side and plunged two fingers into your weeping cunt. Not giving you any time to adjust to his fingers he began pumping them in and out of you. Clenching onto the back of his neck you buried your face into his shoulder, biting at his muscular form. The sound of the wet pussy echoed in the alleyway as you desperately tried to stifle your moans. ‘Such a pretty little cunt. All those pretty sounds just for me. Only me’ his voice was possessive and deep.

You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, he was thick, it honestly surprised you every time. Dropping your hand you began rubbing his cock over his jeans, causing him to buck his hips slightly. With small gentle motions he began to circle your clit, adding to the pressure that was building in your core. He felt you clench against his fingers, ‘give it to me baby, wanna feel you cum … c’mon’ he cooed, his voice soft but demanding.

He kept his rhythm going, his moans melted into your ears as you rubbed his cock. He felt you clench tighter, throwing your head back your jaw fell slack as you started into to pant. Feeling yourself pass through the veil into an ocean of euphoria you clenched your eyes shut. Your hips writhed and jerked on his hand as his fingers remained inside you.

Tugging as his belt he soon got the message, removing his fingers he placed them on his tongue. Eyes rolling back into his head at your taste, a taste he missed to fervently. Yanking down his jeans and boxers his thick cock flung free. Wasting no time he hooked your thigh around his waist and pushed into you. Both gasping at the change in sensation as your walls hugged his cock. The evening air nipping at your exposed cores.

He placed his forehead against yours, biting his lip as he whimpered. Noses bumping together as he thrust into you, making up for lost time. ‘Missed the way you fuck, the way you taste’ he whispered against your lips. A grin broke out across your lips as you whined into him, reigniting a kiss. It was sloppy, messy and driven by his intense possessiveness of you. But fuck did he know how to work you, how to break you.

You muttered a string of nonsensical phrases under your breath as you savoured the feeling of him again. He stretched out your walls as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix, his fingertips clenched onto your thigh like a vice. Trying to steady himself but to pull you closer, despite there being no more room. Your arms draped around his neck, nails digging into his flesh as you let the intense pleasure consume you.

Feeling your oncoming orgasm grow deep with you, he gripped your jaw forcing you to look at him. ‘Fuck sweetheart, that’s it, cum on my cock’ he said drawling every last letter, every last syllable. You mouth fell open as heat rose against your skin, dropping a hand to your clit to push you past the edge. He quickly slapped a hand over your mouth as you came, stifling your moans, muffling his name. The vibrations of your sounds shattered through him, as he came seconds later. He bit down on his lip, hard. Quietly whimpering as he watched your blown out pupils search his face, for what he wasn’t sure.

He pulled out slowly, but not before pushing his cum back into your cunt. You jolted at the sudden intrusion before smirking to yourself. He kissed you again, but this time it was slower, tender. As he pulled away he ran his thumb across your lips ‘you’ll always be mine.’

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Taglist - @taurus-ted @luminousbeings-crudematter

‘The way you fuck the way you taste’ I didn’t make this up, this is from the song. God bless you Noah Sebastiann

#keegan russ smut #keegan x reader #keegan cod #keegan p russ #cod keegan #keegan russ x you #keegan russ #cod ghosts

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heejayy · 1 year

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Paint me

Warning • 18+, nudity, swearing, cunnilingus (reader receiving), scissoring!

Genre • smut! Slow burn?…kinda

Pairing • Artist! Shuri x Black fem! Reader

Life was not cutting you any slack recently. It’s like everything you needed to go right went wrong, so it was either jumping in the middle of traffic or find a way to relax. As tempting as running into traffic sounded you opted to try and calm your nerves. Your friend Riri knew what you were going through and joked about how her friend went it a nude artist and just laid there for hours eating and getting painted, it was scandalous but it also sounded fun. Out of curiosity and desperation, you searched it up and signed up for a session.

That’s how you found yourself being a nude model for a day.

“Ok ok I can do this just one day. One day of being completely naked in front of a random stranger ” you clung onto your purse straps for dear life trying to soothe yourself as you walked down the studio hallway, it held a smell of fresh acrylic paint and clay.

“Room 2b” you whispered over and over to yourself until you found it, when successful you knocked lightly three times.

“Come in!” A firm but soft voice called from behind the door. You walked in to see big and small canvases scattered all around with beautiful artwork ranging from nude people to random paintings. You were in awe of how realistic they were.

“You must be y/n, hi I’m Shuri nice to meet you” You turned around to be met by a tall slim but muscular woman holding out her paint-covered hand. She was beautiful, she could be art herself.

“Hi yes I’m y/n” she smiled shaking your hand.

“Welcome to my studio, are you new to this?” You raise your eyebrows confused, “Nude modeling I mean.”

“Oh oh yes this is my first time” she nodded with a warm smile.

“Well I’ll try to make you comfortable as possible, shall we jump right in?” You nodded.

“There’s a changing room right there feel free to take your time” You followed where she pointed, and you entered the spacious dressing room nervously. You’re more nervous now than before, you didn’t think she’d be so damn attractive.

“Dear god, what am I doing?” You can’t believe you’re about to let someone paint you naked.

You looked in the full-length body mirror and sighed, you pulled off your shirt, pants, and socks, then you unclipped your bra and slid off your panties. You grabbed your complimentary robe covering your expose body and walked out.

“Ok I’m ready” you whispered picking at the fuzzy robe, she looked at you from her phone and smiled.

“Perfect, now come here “As you shyly made your way over to her your cheeks began to heat up, why is she making you blush? You just met her.

“Now what I need for you to do is to sit on this couch for me” She guided you forest green suede Victorian-styled couch. You did as she asked and waited for further instructions.

“Since this is your first time we won’t do anything to exposing unless that’s what you want” you shook your head “No that’ll be fine.”

“Are you ready?” She asked getting her supplies prepared. You nodded as you slowly slid off your robe, there was an awkward silence as you sat there while Shuri stole glances at you. You looked away shyly wanting to wrap the robe back around your body.

Shuri cleared her throat “ok what I want you to do is lie down, take your right arm and cover your breast, take your left hand and drape it between your legs, raise your right knee a bit then turn your to look at me” you tried to follow her instructions and when you thought you had it you glanced at her for confirmation. She just chuckled and began to approach you.

“No my love you look stiff and afraid I need to be relaxed, may I touch you?” You nodded slowly.

She grabbed your hand fixing it over your boobs, her hand grazed your under boob and sent shivers down your spine. You hope she didn’t notice your awkward behavior. She then placed her tatted hand under your knee slightly moving it down a bit. Her hands were so cold against your warm skin that it felt like sparks.

“Can you arch for me?” Your head snapped to her, a little taken back by her question you let out a weak “Huh?”

“Just arch for me, makes it seem a little more natural” Again you did as asked and looked at her for confirmation. She nodded smiling “Yes just like that.” You reciprocated her smile as you began to feel a pulsating feeling between your legs, you bit the inside of your cheek hoping it would go away.

“Alright if you are comfortable we can start, you ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

She scanned her supplies looking for a sketch pencil and began, she studied you carefully taking in all your beauty. You watched her hand quickly move as her eyes flickered back and forth from the canvas.

“By the way you have a beautiful body, I like your tattoos also, and that surprised me you don’t seem like one to have tattoos” You listened to the way she complimented you and your body made you more flustered by the second.

“Thank you.”

“You’re a quiet one” you blinked out of your daze “Oh uh well what would you like to talk about?”

She thought for a second “Hmm I don’t know, how about you tell me what got you into nude modeling?”

“Well my friend made a joke about how I could calm my anxiety and nerves by just relaxing and letting someone paint me, so I looked into it and here I am” she chuckled with a nod “Interesting.”

“So what got you into painting nude people?” She smiled seeming like she was waiting on that question.

“Well I enjoy all forms of art but painting has to be my favorite, I discovered the interest of painting nude people through my ex-girlfriend. She was into that Renaissance romanticism stuff and she asked me to paint her naked so I did” You slightly nodded trying to not move much.

“So your girlfriend was the reason you found your love for painting?”

“Sort of but I don’t credit her too much” you giggled, your giggle caused her to look at you and smile.

“Are you in school?” You nodded “Yup I got two more years left.”

Silence fell again as you couldn’t think of anything to ask her, your eyes began to wander to the bodies that were painted on the canvases. People with different shapes and sizes, different skin tones, some with faces some with just the body. Suddenly you started to feel a knot in your thigh, you were getting a cramp. You immediately sat up wincing in pain “Ahh ouch, shit my thigh” Shuri looked up concerned.

“Let me get you some water” She put her paint brush down jogging over to her mini fridge.

“Here this should help” You slowly sipped the water and you held your thigh.

“I feel like this is my fault, I’m the one that put you in that position. I feel like I should help. May I massage your thigh?” You nodded without fully acknowledging the full question, before you knew it Shuri was kneeling by the couch with her veiny hands underneath your right thigh slowly massaging you. You didn’t know what to feel at the moment, your cramp was easing up but something else began to hurt- well more like throb. You couldn’t believe you were fully naked letting an attractive stranger rub a cramp out of your thigh. It was starting to feel like the beginning of a porno.

Her soft brown eyes found their way to yours watching you. It felt as if she could tell you were enjoying this. “Does that feel good?” She gave you a sultry glance as she continued to feel on your thigh. You thickly swallowed nodding.

“Yes it’s starting to feel better” Your voice came out weaker than you intended due to the fact you were trying to hide your whimpers. Maybe it was because you were severely touch-deprived or it was the way she was looking at you like she wanted to eat you but whatever it was it had you immensely turned on.

Feeling yourself become more wet you shifted your thigh moving it away from her “It- its gone now, I’m good” She looked at you for a second then nodded.

“Alright let me know if I can help you with anything else” She returned to her painting stand and you went back to holding your position. You could still feel her soft hands rubbing on you

“So you seeing someone?” Your eyebrows raised at the sudden question.

“No not at the moment.”

“Why doesn’t a beautiful girl like you do not have a boyfriend?”

“Girlfriend,” you corrected. Shuri’s eyebrows raised in interest, that’s all she needed to hear, “but besides that I don’t know why, girls just don’t talk to me.” She noticed your frown and furrowed her eyebrows.

“I don’t buy that” she chuckled.

“Well I don’t know what to tell you sweetie I just don’t seem to attract the right one.“

“Well you’ve attracted me,” she said with a smug look. She must’ve noticed your surprised expression that you failed to hide “Too forward?” You shook your head no.

“No not at all” She nodded as if she noted that for later.

“Hey pretty girl I know I make you feel things but can you stay still I gotta finish” Feeling even more flustered your clench your thighs out of instinct.

“Something wrong?” Shuri asked taking notice of all your recent fidgeting.

“No no I just um…nothing I’m fine” she cocked an eyebrow eyeing you from head to toe, normally a look like that wouldn’t bother you but given the fact you’re naked it made it worse.

“Do you need help with something?” You don’t know what came over you but you felt bold.

“Yes,” not excepting that answer she abruptly stopped painting and peeked around her canvas. A sly smile appeared on her lips, she dropped her paintbrush in the cup filled with mucky water and began walking towards you.

She towered over your sitting position staring down at you with lustful-filled eyes. She gently grabbed your chin lifting your head to her.

“Tell me what you need help with pretty girl” Without a word you slowly spread your legs apart while still looking up at her with pleading eyes. “I- I want you to please me.”

She smiled in satisfaction. She slowly got down on her knees keeping eye contact with you. She left soft kisses on your thighs before leaving one on your pussy, you let out a strained moan arching your back.

“Damn, you’re wet as fuck baby” She licked between your folds before starting to suck on your clit.

“F-fuck” you whispered.

“Mmm baby you taste so damn good” She flicked and licked on your clit fast with her tongue moving in and out of your hole.

“Sh-Shuri fuck slow down or I’m gonna cum early” She didn’t listen keeping her pace. Shuri smirked humming in satisfaction with your fucked out state. She bobbed her head up and down licking and sucking up all your juices, your eyes rolled behind your head feeling your release nearing. Her free hand snuck it’s way up your body up to you mouth, she stuffed two fingers in your mouth and you begin sucking without question.

“Fuuuuuuckk! Nngghh shit!” Your feet were pointed as your thighs clenched around her head, you had your hand in her curls gripping on them. As she focused sucking on your swollen clit you soon came on her tongue.

“Oh, my fuck! That shit feels good” Riding out your high she gently rubbed her thumb on your clit.

“You did so well, do you feel better now?” Unable to answer out of breath you just nodded.

Shuri came up from between your legs with your juices still on her lips, you cupped her face pulling her towards you leaving a sloppy kiss on her lips.

“Mmm now that relaxed me“ You grinned biting your bottom lip.

“I’m glad I could satisfy you.”

“What about you-“

“Shh pretty girl, next time you can repay me-“ you disregarded her words and push her against the couch. Horny and eager to please her you smash you rip her shirt off and smashed your lips together.

“Fuck baby” she whispered against your swollen lips. Letting your hands wander you reach her baggy pants unbuttoning them and pulling them off. You quickly got her boy shorts off just as fast pulling her towards you.

“Damn baby if I knew you were like this we could’ve done this earlier” you rolled your eyes giggling.

“Hush” you open her legs to see her glistening under you, you smirk sticking two fingers down there to feel her. You wipe up her juices and stick your fingers in your mouth sucking on them.

“Damn you taste good” flustered she shyly looks away with a smile.

“Come er’ baby” you pulled one of her legs around your waist and teasingly rubbed your pussy on hers. Her head instantly fell back as her eyes rolled.

“Shit baby don’t teas me” not hesitating you began rubbing your soaked pussies together. The feeling was beyond blissful, it felt amazing as you humped against her.

“Fuck” you whimper feeling your things tremble, wanting her to cum first before you came again you reached between you two starting to play with her clit. She gasped reaching for your hand but you moved her holding it above her head. The sounds that came from you two were down right sinful, moans along with the wet squelches from your pussies filled the room. This was better than those videos from Twitter in your opinion.

“Y/n I-I’m close fuck keep going!” Her whimpers got whinier, you smirked watching her beautiful face contort in pleasure.

“I- fuck! I’m cumming ngghhh” as she came you didn’t stop, you helped her through her high just as she did with you. When you thought she had enough you leaned down leaving a kiss against her lips before letting her hand go above her head.

“Fuck” you two said in unison trying to catch your breath.

After your little rendezvous, Shuri cleaned up and went back to painting you, it took a few hours but the time passed quickly with your nonstop flirting and such.

“Do you normally eat clients out while painting them?” You joked.

“Haha very funny do you normal scissor with strangers?” she said sarcastically, “I do not but for you? Well, I just couldn’t help myself.” You winked giggling. She laughed shaking her head as she turned to canvas around, a gasp left your lips.

“My god Shuri this is beautiful! It’s so realistic,” you excitedly beamed “I love the way you got my hair just right” Shuri blushed with a smile never fading over the way you complimented her art skills.

“I’m glad you like it…maybe you could uh” you handed her your phone, “go ahead and put your number in my phone pretty girl.” Shuri smiled taking your phone.

“Don’t forget to call me.” She winked watching you walk out.

“Don’t worry I will!” All you could think was wow, you went to get relaxation and left with just that. Not the way you might’ve thought you would get it but you weren’t complaining.

Taglist 💌 : @abenomeiiii, @lustfulbarbie, @locoforshuri, @6-noir , @saintwrld , @zayswriting , @vampzxi , @ihearttish , @cafehyunji , @ccharrrr , @sapphicvqmpires , @yamsthoughts

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byuljoonie · 8 months

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Never Goodbye // myg

It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: one shot, angst, fluff, quick smut, rash decisions

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of mental health, mentions of past SH/scars, sad-ish smut, d-day tour, swearing, almost oral (m4f), dom!suga sub!reader, unsafe sẽx, creampie, fluff if you hate fluff.

note: My depression has been hitting so hard lately. I will re-edit tomorrow, I’m exhausted and can’t double check tonight. I love Min Yoongi, I will backflip for him. In all honesty, when Yoongi did his first live since being gone for a while, I ugly sobbed over my iPad. I missed him so much and the thought of him leaving shook me to my core lmao. Though I’m overdramatic, I am a proud military wife for 3 so far of 7 husbands. Enjoy the one shot and feel free to submit requests to the link in my bio, and listen to some of my playlists also in the bio. I will post Ramo Buchón and this story on Ao3 next week. -dubu

I stood in the dimly lit record store, surrounded by rows upon rows of vinyl records, each a portal to a different musical era. I held in my hand the debit card my thoughtful boyfriend, Yoongi, had given me to use this afternoon. He had gifted me a beautiful scarlet record player, and now I was on a mission to fill it with music.

The store was a treasure trove of musical history. Rows of records stretched out in every direction, organized meticulously by genre and artist. I traced my fingers along the spines, feeling the nostalgia emanating from each one. Rock, jazz, classical, pop – it was all there, waiting to be explored.

My indecisiveness was palpable as I contemplated my choices. I would pick up one vinyl, then another, carefully examining the album artwork and reading the tracklist. Yoongi had given me complete freedom to choose, and I wanted to make sure every selection was perfect.

In the midst of my contemplation, my thoughts drifted to Yoongi. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the way he had surprised me with the record player earlier. It was clear that he knew just how much I loved music like him, and he wanted to share that passion with me.

As I continued browsing, my eyes suddenly lit up when I spotted the records I had been searching for. There, among the vast collection, were albums by Queen, Mac Miller, Lee Moonsae, and Diana Ross – artists whose music had shaped my life. I felt a rush of excitement as I reached for each of them, holding them close as if they were precious treasures.

With a heart full of gratitude for Yoongi's thoughtful gift and a bag full of vinyl records, I headed to the checkout counter. I knew that each record I had chosen would be a soundtrack to special moments shared with Yoongi, and that made the indecisiveness and the joy of discovery all the more worthwhile.

My collection is finally growing again and I’m so grateful to him. I checked out quickly, holding a brief conversation with the nice blue-haired woman at the counter. Thanking god for the half empty store, I stepped out into the cold air. I called a taxi on my phone and waited the everlasting 10 minutes as I nearly froze in place.

The sleek navy-blue car pulled in front of the little store, a middle aged man stepping out of the drivers side to open the door for me. I thanked him as he grabbed my bag and set it in the trunk for me. The short drive back to our apartment was quiet, the hum of NPR coming from the radio piercing the silence. The heater blowing directly at me.

We pulled up to the tall building hurrying so I can escape the cold air. I grabbed my bag from the man and tipped him extra for his generosity and service. I scanned into the building making my way to the elevators past the front desk. After I exited the elevators I grew more excited to see Yoongi. I skipped happily to our door, putting in the key code.

I’m greeted by the smell of air freshener and our puppy running up to me. Excitedly licking my hand and wagging his tail. I closed the door setting my bag on the small table near it and then taking off my shoes.

“Hi baby!” I said cheerfully looking at Yoongi as he walked over to me. He grabbed my waist and placed a kiss on my check, making his way down to my neck. Resting his head on my shoulder as he held me. I felt like putty in his palm, moving to grab his face and plant a kiss on his lips.

He hummed into the kiss, letting his hands sneak around my waist to my ass. I giggled and pushed him away immediately, missing the feeling of his hands on me already. He pained a hurt expression and I gave him a knowing look. He was supposed to be packing but the laundry basket I left him to sort through seemed to be almost untouched as it sat idle by our sofa.

“Min Yoongi why is your laundry still folded neatly in that basket?” I questioned pointing to his clothes and resting a hand on my hip. “I needed a break,” he said nonchalantly, walking to go sit back on the sofa. He was precious but we have things to do and I can’t let his cuteness distract me. I grabbed my shopping bag from the table and walked over to Yoongi, sitting on his lap so I could show him the merchandise.

“Let me show you what I bought and then I’ll go start on dinner while you actually pack,” I said smiling at the way he rested his hands on my thighs. I took the vinyls out of the bag, setting the first two on the sofa cushion next to us.

“First I got this classic Diana Ross record, but I can’t hold in my excitement anymore!” I said grabbing the Mac Miller record and handing it to Yoongi. I watched as his eyes light up in excitement. “I know I was supposed to be shopping for me but I couldn’t help myself.” I said starting to tear up. I didn’t want to cry but the emotions are hitting hard, Yoongi leaves in a few days.

“Thank you so much baby I love it,” he said setting the record aside to kiss me softly. Yoongi sighed as he stared down at me on his lap. I noticed the worry in his eyes and sat up placing a hand on his cheek. “Are you okay my love?” I probed gently.

“It’s just…I can’t help but worry about leaving you alone again while I go on tour. Your depression and anxiety, I’m afraid they might worsen, and I won’t be there to help you when you need me the most,” Yoongi said staring deeply into my glossy eyes.

I smiled warmly at his confession, cupping his face in my hands. “Min Yoongi, it’s so easy to see why your parents named you light. You’ve helped me through so much already, you are my light. I’ve learned so much from you about handling my emotions, and even on my worst days, just a phone call with you can calm me down. I’ll be okay baby, I promise,” I choked out.

Yoongi looked at me for a second, seemingly analyzing me. He nodded slowly pulling me into a tight hug. “I know you’ve grown stronger, but I can’t help but worry. You mean the world to me Y/N,” he said as I buried my face in his neck.

“And you mean the world to me too, Yoongi. We’ll get through this together, just like we always do.” I said hugging him tighter. We stayed in our embrace for a while, finding comfort in each others presence. Eventually I break the hug and get up to go make dinner, while Yoongi starts to sort through his laundry basket.

“I guess I’ll actually start getting my things in order,” he mumbled to himself with a huff. He stood up flinging open his suitcases, and throwing in a few items he eyeballed. I giggled at how unenthusiastic he was being.

“I’ll help you pack after dinner Yoongs, you know I have to double check and make sure you have everything you’ll need.” I said busying myself at the stove. After I mixed the pasta, I told Yoongi to set the table while I change and I’d be right back.

I retreated to our bedroom, eager to change into my comfortable pajamas. As I shed my days attire and donned my soft, oversized pjs, my eyes involuntarily drifted to the prominent scars that crisscrossed my body, momentos of a harrowing time that altered my life.

A wave of sadness washed over me, recalling the challenges in my journey to recovery. Moments of doubt crept in, but just as I was about to get lost in my melancholic thoughts, I heard Yoongi’s voice gently calling me from the dining area.

“Babe come on I’m hungry and your food smells too good,” he whined cutely as I walked into the dining room. I placed some pasta in his plate and sat in the chair across from him, unconsciously tugging at the short sleeves on my shirt, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Yoongi hummed in delight at the taste of the cream pasta, and I quietly chewed along. It didn’t take long for us to finish our meal, I stood up making my way to the sink, grabbing the dishes from the table. I started washing dishes, mindlessly humming one of Yoongi’s songs.

“Why’re you so quiet tonight sweetheart?” Yoongi questioned as he walked up behind me. I felt his hands wrap around my waist, he then pulled me flush against him. “Talk to me Y/N,” he said in my ear, leaving a soft lingering kiss behind.

“I’m sorry I just don’t feel the best, honestly, I feel like a burden. All these ugly scars already make me feel less than, but the thought of me holding you back from doing what you love pains me the most, Yoongi,” I said nervously, melting into his embrace.

Suddenly Yoongi unraveled his arms, reaching around me to turn the faucet off. I turned around to face him, confusion flooding my features. He gently placed his hands on my face, searching my eyes for an unknown answer.

“Will you let me show you how much I love you Y/N?” He asked. I nodded slowly, bringing my hand up to touch his that rested on my cheek. He leaned down to place a kiss on my lips, hovering close after he pulled apart.

We walked hand in hand to the bedroom, closing the door behind us. Yoongi guided me over to our bed, helping me up onto the tall mattress. He climbed onto the bed, gently pushing me to lay down flat on my back.

“With every piece of clothing I remove from your body, I’ll leave a trace of me behind. You deserve to know how gorgeous you are Y/N, how utterly irresistible and perfect you are. Every piece of you that you view as an imperfection, I view as another reason to love you.” Yoongi said removing his black shirt from his toned figure.

He removed his shorts, carelessly tossing them to some shadow realm. He looped his fingers under my, formally his, oversized shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion.

He stared at my exposed chest for a second, eyes flickering back to mine every so often. He then leaned down, placing a trail of kisses down my neck, and stopping when he reached my collar bone.

He started leaving behind love bites, sucking and licking at the quick forming bruises. I hissed in pleasure as his tongue felt like pure ecstasy, sighing at the way he took my nipple into his mouth.

He looked up at me through hooded eyes, staring at me intensely as he massaged and sucked my breasts. I moaned his name quietly, wrapping my legs around his torso as he moved his attention to the other side.

He made his way down my exposed front, leaving no inch of skin without a trace of his love, or tongue. He moved further down the bed, hooking his fingers under the band of my flower covered panties.

His eyes never left my face, he smirked as I watch him in anticipation. Stomach quickly rising and falling with every nervous breath. He pulled them down my legs painfully slow, I shivered as the cold air hit my exposed clit. He’s barely touched me and I’m already a soaking mess.

He placed a kiss on my left hip bone, massaging the right one with a free hand. He kissed his way down until he hovered over my center, watching the way my eyes drank in his sinful appearance. I could feel the warmth of his breath hitting my core, causing an accidental whine to escape my pouty lips.

He let out a breathy chuckle before placing a kiss on my clit. That earned another moan from me as well as a tight grip on the rappers long hair. He sat up suddenly, receiving a look of disappointment from me. “I can’t wait any longer pumpkin, I need to fill you up like the good girl you are. Gonna make you cry for a much better reason than before.” Yoongi said tossing his boxers to the side and rubbing his length against my pussy, I squirmed in anticipation.

I felt his tip probe at my entrance, his length slowly being engulfed into the hot, soft cavern. I gasped at the intrusion, squeezing Yoongi’s arm as he began to move slowly. With every thrust I clenched harder, scratching down his back as he loving fucked me into oblivion.

“I can never get enough of you princess,” Yoongi grunted out as he sped up his rhythmic movements. “This is my pussy baby you’re mine, all mine, and no one else’s.” He growled eyes darkening with pleasure.

“hmfp I…I’m all yours Yoongi all yours please please fuck me just like that,” I stuttered out, crying as my body grew sore with the force of Yoongi’s hips slamming into mine. I enjoyed every second of this painful pleasure, yanking him by the neck down to my mouth. Lewd noises echoed through our apartment, a melody of wet sounds and heavy breathing reverberating off the walls of our bedroom.

I screamed in pleasure as Yoongi reached down and started furiously rubbing my swollen clit. “Fuck down on me Y/N, let the neighbors hear all those pretty noises you make. Tell me how much you love this dick baby it’s all yours,” he said hotly leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck.

“It’s mine oh f…fuck Yoongi I can’t take it, I want you to cum inside me please. N…need you to fill me up so I can fully be yours,” I choked out in between sobs. Before I could react the bed shook with extreme force, Yoongi unbelievably fucking me deeper, lifting my hips off the bed and squeezing my bruised hips.

I felt his dick pulsate inside me, indicating he was just as close as I was. “Fuck…cum with me baby,” he grunted out head rolling back in pleasure as his pace slowed. I felt his warm cum shoot inside me, I shook furiously hips spazzing as Yoongi gently set me down. He wiped my tears as I exhaustedly went limp, too tired to get another word out.

“I hope you know I’m going to think about this all the time while I’m gone,” Yoongi said grabbing some water from his bedside table to give to me. I mustered the courage to sit up and graciously take the water, passing him the rest after I finished. He leaned over and placed another kiss on my lips, holding me in his arms as he quietly talked me into a restful sleep.

Yoongi stood by the door, his bags packed and ready for the waiting vehicle outside. I watched him, my eyes brimming with emotions as he turned to face me.

“Y/N, I wish I didn’t have to leave without you, but I know how important your work is to you. I promise I’ll try to call you everyday, no matter the time difference,” he said softly.

“I know Yoongs, but I’m going to miss you so so much,” I said voice quivering as I struggled to keep my composure. My body shook with sadness, shoulders slouching in defeat. Yoongi cupped my face in his hands and gently wiped away my tears.

“Hey look at me, beautiful. I want you to know that no matter where I am, my heart is always with you. If you ever need anything, if you’re feeling down, just call me and I’ll answer in a heartbeat. I would fly across the country in seconds to get to you my love. I might not say it enough, but you mean everything to me Y/N there is no me without you. You’re my inspiration, my strength, and my love.” He confessed, his eyes holding a depth of emotion he often struggled to express.

“I love you too Yoongi, more than words can say,” I said while sniffling. Yoongi smiled at me through glossy eyes, clearly trying to hold it together for me. “Actions speak volumes, right? I’ll prove it to you everyday I’m away. This tour won’t change how I feel about you, and it damn sure won’t change us.” He said pulling me into another tight embrace. A car horn could be heard impatiently honking in the background.

“Goodbye my love,” I said smiling through my tears.

“It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again darling.”

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My Problematic Girl-Chapter 5

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue: Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery.

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

×××

She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma.

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured,

“Woof.”

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‘See you tomorrow’.

That's what she said. But she didn't come to campus again.

He doesn’t have Y/N's phone number; even if he did, he doesn’t want to know where she is.

At least walking alone on the campus gives him peace of mind. Steve went to the storage building behind the art faculty building. He wants to reorganize the painting that he put in storage.

The purpose of the storage is to put the students' artwork, but nobody ever uses it. Except for Steve, his apartment doesn’t have enough space to put all his artwork. So the storage became his studio.

Oasis is a perfect word to describe it. The only place he could be free.

He types the code to open the door; one of the most incredible things about Stark University is its security system.

Steve pushed the door to see his favorite place, but instead, what he saw was…

Nothing.

"Urgh." He wants to pass out. Steve grabbed the asthma inhaler from his bang to his mouth to breathe.

What the heck is going on here?

Before he could think clearly, he got a text message from an unknown number that said.

"West Building. 5 Minutes."

Steve immediately sprints to the location. He could figure out who sent it because of the site. It is the chancellor's office.

That means she's there, and she took his painting.

"Hufft"

Steve was able to take a breath when he arrived.

There he saw the works that he thought had gone missing turned out to be inside the chancellor's office.

But something is different from his painting because his canvas is framed now.

It looks more beautiful than before. But who did this?

"Oh, you're here."

Steve was taken aback by his painting; he didn't realize there was a photo lighting, camera, photographer, and the last person he wanted to see.

Y/N.

Today she dressed in a light blue tweed suit with white stiletto heels. She looks different if he met her for the first time, he would probably thought she's a normal person.

Steve wants to scream at her for almost making him go insane, but he holds it in because other people are here.

"What's going on?"

"We're going to promote your painting using him." Y/N pointed her finger to the make-up table where everyone gathered.

"Tony."

Everyone near the make-up table stops what they're doing and makes way for the person who sits in the center to stand up.

Tony Stark. Steve never saw him this close. He became nervous.

"I could see why she chose you." Tony straightened his suit while walking towards Steve.

Then he pointed at one painting. "That's an amazing art piece. Why did I never see your painting in the hallway?"

So, in the Art Faculty, there's always an event where they choose one artwork from the student every month. Most of the students from his class got chosen, except Steve.

Steve answered, "Because the chosen painting is based on likes on social media. And I don't have that many friends."

"Hmm, bummer."

Tony's answer made Steve grit his teeth. It reminded him of Y/N.

"Next time, I will get the expert to judge not by popular contest. If Y/N didn't meet you, I wouldn't discover the hidden talents from my campus."

When Steve heard that, he felt giddy inside because someone famous as Tony appreciated his work.

Choosing Tony to promote his art is a good move because even though Tony is an eccentric man, he is also a trendsetter. Many wealthy men looked up to him.

They will follow in his footsteps if they see Tony's new interest, collecting Steve's art.

Steve hated to admit it, but Y/N made the best move.

Tony crossed his arms and tapped his fingers, still looking at Steve from head to toe. He sighed. "You're too skinny, and you need to have a makeover. I can't be photographed with you like this."

He waved his hand to call his secretary "Jarvis."

A man with a British accent approaches Tony, "Yes, sir."

Tony pointed at Steve and said, "Hired a trainer and stylist for this kid. Prepare him before the exhibition."

Jarvis noted on the tablet, "I will arrange it."

'Ehh?!' What did he just say? Trainer and stylist?

'CLAP!'

Tony clapped his hands, which made the photoshoot crew look at him; he smiled at them and said, "Shall we start?"

When everyone's attention move to Tony, Steve uses this chance to talk to Y/N. He grabbed his hand and said, "You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought my paintings were stolen."

Y/N touched his right chest; her sudden action made him blush. He immediately pushed her hand away.

She chuckled, amused by his reaction. "Your heart is beating normally."

"I'm not in the mood for jokes right now, Y/N. You took everything I had out of the blue without telling me."

Steve doesn't have much; his painting is his most precious treasures.

And Y/N just took all he had without asking him. Steve clenched his fist.

His anger from the past came back, and he said, "Just like your father. Brian L/N."

When he mentioned her father's name, he swore he saw Y/N lose her usual calm composure.

She turns her face away from Steve. He notices both of her hands start trembling again, like yesterday.

Then her shoulder shook, and he could hear her laughing. She looked at him and said, "Bravo, Steve. You weren't as clueless as I thought."

Steve clenched his fist; he wanted to scream at this woman. Why could she laugh while he was stressed out and couldn’t sleep?

She glanced at her watch and said, "Let's have a drink, and I'll explain everything to you."

He gasped; what was she thinking asking him to drink at 11 a.m.?

Well, she’s Y/N; she could do whatever she wants.

At the bar.

Y/N put down her whiskey glass and then grabbed the burnt cigarette from the crystal ashtray to her lips.

Steve is sitting in front of her; he doesn’t want to sit beside her because the smoke would trigger his asthma. “Smoking could kill you.”

She laughed while exhaling the smoke. “That’s the whole point.”

Steve didn’t find it funny.

Both of them have been in this private room at the exclusive club for 15 minutes, and she hasn’t started talking.

He crossed his arms and leaned back onto the leather couch. It is comfortable, but he can’t find any comfort now.

“You owe me an explanation.”

Y/N hummed at his words. She put out the cigarette to the ashtray, get rid of the tobacco taste from her lips with whiskey.

She leaned closer to Steve. “If I tell you everything, you must work with me until I say you’re done.”

Steve rolled his eyes, then raised both arms. “You have taken everything I have, Y/N. Just say it.”

She chuckled. “If you say so.”

Y/N became silent momentarily; then, her lips started moving. "But first, I want to clear my name from your accusations. I didn't take anything from you. Rather I gave you an opportunity."

‘BANG!’

Steve punched the mahogany table, "Bullshit, what opportunity? Since the beginning, it was you who took all the decisions."

‘Shit, it hurts.’ Even though his skinny hands hurt from punching the table, he needs to hold the pain.

Y/N doesn’t bother with his sudden anger outburst, “I’m not done talking. What if I gave you a chance to ruin Brian Solomon?”

Steve noticed she never mentioned Brian L/N as ‘my father’, that means “You hate him.”

After he said those words, he felt Y/N's expression change to anger.

“Hate is not enough to describe my feelings towards him.”

“Why do you hate your father?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “If he didn't have an affair with one of his clients that shocked my mother and made her die of a heart attack, and he didn't marry his mistress a week later after burying his wife, I probably wouldn't hate him.”

She continued, “What kind of father trusts his step-daughter more than his daughter who shares the same blood.”

Steve is out of words. She has a vendetta against her father and Solomon's family.

“But why did you bring me into this?”

Y/N lit another cigarette to ease her stress, “You probably have known why I got kicked out from the household.”

“Your case about Imperial University almost ruined the Solomon name.”

Y/N nodded. “I was too immature and made a mistake. They banned me from all their business while I needed access to the law firm.”

“But why me?”

Y/N raised her three fingers “Art, gallery, and money laundering. Solomon own an auction house called Napoleon’s. They are the only auction house in this city with the biggest money laundering client.”

“I already have two, art and the connection. But I don’t have anything to sell. I need to get their attention by making a lot of money in one night.”

“So you picked me.”

“Yes!!!”

“There’s other artist you could hired.”

“I could do that, but that wicked witch is watching me. If I hire a well-known artist, she will hire them first. That artist will agree to work with Napoleon rather than for me.”

The wicked witch she mentioned was probably her stepmother or step-sister.

“Then, when I saw your work, I got an idea. Why not use a painting from an unknown artist? You are a perfect choice, then the PR team I hired will do their job.”

"My plan is only to sell you a painting made them jealous how come a small exhibition could receive that kind of money in one night. They don't want their first place to get taken away."

Steve clicked his tounge "You're a hypocrite. You hate your father while enjoying the luxury."

"Ooh, you mean this?" Her hands show he outfit and watch. "My car and my money?"

She scoffed. "I haven't touched any cents from that man. All of this is from the investment by my mother before she died. And the audacity of them trying to steal my inheritance."

She put down her whiskey glass and took a document from her bag.

"Here is the contract."

Ah, she mentioned it yesterday. He grabs the contract and starts reading.

1. She will give him $50.000.

2.Y/N will pay for his mother's surgery

3. Every painting gets sold, he will get 80%.

He almost jolted his eyes; she didn't lie when she said he would get many benefits.

"Where should I sign?"

Y/N chuckled while giving him a pen. “You’re a funny man Steve.”

After Steve signed the contract, both of them decided to go back.

While on their way to her car, Steve asked, "You haven't told me your plan to deal with Brian." He stopped mentioning Brian as 'your father' to Y/N since she hated that person.

"Ah, I will tell you another day,-"

Before she could finish her sentences, something held her waist and made her turn around.

She gasped when she saw the person she had been avoiding for months. "Brock?"

The tall man with black hair who wears a black suit put his around Y/N's shoulder. He didn't even notice Steve was there the whole time. "Finally, I found you. You left me worried since you never replied to my text ."

Steven doesn't understand why he has this big urge to push this guy away from Y/N, seeing her uncomfortable.

Before he could do anything, Y/N pushed that guy away from her.

"Let's go." Her eyes already speak to Steve, telling him to follow her. He glanced back to see the man still looking at them.

While Y/N drove the car, Steve asked her, "Who was that?"

"My ex-boyfriend."

Steve made an 'Ooo' face; he didn't know what to say anymore.

"If you saw him, it's better to avoid him. He's crazy."

"Same as you?"

"Wow, you're getting brave, Steve. I take it back. He's a piece of trash because he sleeps with my step-sister when he's with me."

There’s a man who dares to betray Y/N? "A bastard and a liar."

Y/N agreed, and she nodded her head.

She dropped him off at the hospital. Through the window, she told him, "I think today is your lucky day."

Steve doesn't know what she is talking about; at least today, he understands her motive.

He went into a patient room where Sarah stayed, and when he opened the curtain, he saw her crying.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Sarah wiped her tears, hugged her son, and rested her head on his shoulder. "I received the news that they found the donor, and the surgery is scheduled for next week."

This great news took Steve aback. He knew all this could happen after signing the contract with Y/N. The power of money and connection.

He knew these things could go south, but if he could make his mother healthy again, he would go through hell.

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Jujutsu Kaisen One Shot Kinktober

#5 Daddy / Breeding Kink Geto Suguru x Fem Reader

CW: Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Domination, Ass Spanking, Hickeys, Biting, Pet Names, Creampie, and Mentions of pregnancy. Some plot of fluff.

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“Well if you want it so bad why don’t you come over and take it?” he cooed into the phone before hanging up.

What started a normal night after work while you were getting ready for bed your phone buzzed on the nightstand as you laid down. Picking it up instantly as you haven’t heard from your boyfriend all day since he’s so busy most of the week leaving you really only the weekends to hangout. Tapping on the screen you see your phone light up with his name.

Suguru🖤

What are you doing sweetheart?

Nothing getting ready for bed, hbu?

You

Just took a shower. Relaxing.

a photo using a mirror that you knew was close to his bed due to him liking when. His veins caught your eye as they popped out. This man was a TEASE you thought to yourself as your mind trailed off as you started to fantasize just a little bit of what your next weekend would involve.

Suguru 🖤

What a tease🫠

You

What?

You like what you see?

Suguru!

You

His photo you set in your phone popped up with a FaceTime request.

You tried to compose yourself but you knew by the look on your face and how red your cheeks were bound to be that Geto would know how flustered he made you.

“There’s my girl. Haha your face is so red. How come?”

Raising a brow before turning your face from

the camera “my face isn’t red”

“It’s cuz you saw something you liked wasn’t it? Should I show you more y/n?” He said, flipping to the back camera. This time there was no towel covering him up, his body on full display. The curvature of his abs captivated you, his biceps flexing, with all the added blood pressure his cock twitched in the air.

“Suguru w-what are you doing?”

“You said I was a tease, so I’m showing you want you wanted to see. Well if you want it so bad why don’t you come over and take it?” he cooed into the phone before hanging up.

You never jumped out of bed faster, quickly putting on that one outfit he loved seeing you in the most. A tight short black dress with faded skull imprints. Slipping on your shoes you snatched the keys off the counter and heading for the door.

Once you were outside you walked slower to your car not to alarm your neighbors incase one was outside enjoying the October night. Speeding off to Geto’s he stood in the doorway of his apartment with his arms crossed. Finally getting a glimpse of you his arms opened up once you got close to him he grabbed you into a hug picking you up “Ah there’s my baby” he said carrying you into his apartment shutting the door with his foot.

Sweet kisses shared between you before he went to kissing down your neck suckling on the sweet spot that always drove you crazy. He gripped at your ass squeezing it before landing an open palmed slap.

Setting you down, the two of you wasted no time, your hands exploring each others bodies like it was the first time you’ve touched each other. “You missed me as much as I missed you? If you moved in you could get this everyday” he cooed into your ear before his lips met with yours again, opening your mouth slightly signaled him that you wanted more, your tongues pushing against each others.

“Maybe I should” you said in between kisses.

He walked you backwards towards his bed till the back of your knees hit it before he softly pushed you down crawling overtop of you. His body towering yours, his arms were placed beside your head. You watched as he flexed them to catch your reaction before leaning down and peppering your lips with kisses before moving down to your neck.

Your arms going up to help him remove your shirt, his arms going behind you to unclasp your bra and toss it to the other side of the bed. Taking your breasts into his hand he played with the other while he guided your nipple to his mouth lolling out his tongue and giving kitten licks, a devilish grin growing across his lips each time you moaned. “Suguru m-more please”.

“Ah-ah what do you call me baby?” He stopped his licks awaiting your answer.

“D-Daddy” you squirmed beneath him begging for his touch. “That’s right” His hands traveled down your body, softly pinching at your skin on your hips. Pulling down your pants and underwear he threw them out his way leaving you fully exposed, your cheeks turning pink. “Oh princess come on, daddy’s seen you like this plenty of times and each time you blush so much. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, your body is so beautiful. Every single inch” his fingers trailed down your sides making chills go down your spine.

You sat up “Can I take your clothes off Sugu- I mean Daddy” you giggled at the mistake knowing it always drove him crazy when you didn’t address him as such. “Mhmm” he hummed in response. Kissing down his neck you unbuttoned his shirt removing it from him, your fingers danced around his muscles making the heat between your legs get wetter each second. He laid beside you to let you get off his pants, his cock springing out of his boxers gently slapping his stomach.

No matter how much you’ve seen it, it always surprises you by the size. Palming at it with your hand Geto hissed. Placing your thumb at the tip you stroked at him.

His hand reaching between your legs, his fingers coated in your juices from just one swipe “already so wet for me y/n” he said in between breaths. His thumb pushing against your clit softly as he rubbed it, your moans sounded so sweet to him. Turning to his side he grabbed you pulling you to be against his back. His fingers going back to massaging your clit as he inserted two hooking them inside. His other arm grabbed your leg and pulled it up.

“Think your ready for me?” He cooed, nipping at your neck, suckling on the spot to ease the tinge of pain. “A-shit yes” you moaned. Aligning his cock with your entrance he got the tip wet first before delving in. One quick thurst and he was inside your cries from the sudden intrusion made his cock twitch inside. Your walls gently clenching around him, he stayed like this for a few minutes before he started to move.

Each thrust seeming to go deeper and deeper the faster he went. “S-Suguru too deep” you whined.

“Aw baby, Are you sure you can’t take Daddy’s dick?” He cooed, suckling on your neck before pulling out. Your cunt clenched around nothing as your groaned, you weren’t expecting him to just pull out.

He positioned himself against the headboard before pulling your body ontop of him he grabbed your legs and spread them apart. Slamming his cock back inside, he didn’t care how loud you screamed. “You like daddy’s cock?” He did short thrusts following his words waiting for a response. “F-fuck yes”. Keeping his pace slow he pinched at your nipple with one hand “I’m ganna fuck a baby into you, you got it y/n”.

Your mind unable to register what he said fully from pure ecstasy. Your cunt squeezed at his cock making him moan out your name. “You want me to give you a baby?” He repeated wanting a verbal answer. His pace picking back up as he jackhammered into your walls. “Y-yes!” You managed to get out between moans. His one hand dipped down to your cunt massaging your clit, he knew you were close with how tight you were unintentionally squeezing him. Your thighs began to shake “gonna cum baby? Cum on my cock y/n” he grunted.

Your body obeying his request, he held onto you tight as your vision went white from cumming so hard. “That’s my girl, cumming on daddy’s cock” Fucking himself into you he felt his release coming soon, staying at his pace not to make you more sore than you would for sure be once he’s done.

All it took was one more spasm from your cunt to send him into pure bliss. White ropes filling you up as he continued to fuck every last drop inside. A white ring around his cock of your combined juices. He stayed inside letting you ride out your high, the both of your chests heaved in and out to catch your breaths. “I’ll keep doing this till it sticks” Geto said, pulling out and letting you rest atop of him. He kissed your forehead while stroking your cheek.

7 months had passed, he watched you waddle around the apartment putting away baby stuff from the shower earlier that day. He couldn’t help but smile and admire the work he did. You took a deep breath as the baby kicked inside making you stop what you were doing. Walking over to you he set his hand on your belly softly rubbing it. “Hey sweetie it’s your daddy, stop kicking mommy she's trying to set up your future play area” He said. You couldn’t help but laugh, as if the baby would listen to him. She had a mind of her own.

Once your delivery day came closer the more Suguru stayed by your side, attending to everything you needed or wanted. Even the late night cravings you’d blame on the baby but really you were the one who wanted the weird combination of food and it was easier to blame on the child you were carrying.

The day she came Suguru wouldn’t take his eyes off of her. He never wanted to miss a thing. Whenever he could hold her he would, he’d even lay next to you in the hospital bed as you held her against your chest wanting to be apart of each moment. She was a perfect mix of the two of you, he would mumble to her how he had two beautiful girls in his life as he caressed her chubby cheeks.

A few months had passed and parenting came to the two of you with ease. You never had to worry about arguing with him about who had to get the baby when she would wake up in the middle of the night to feed or comfort. Even when you’d say you’d get her he would still wake up and sit with you till you got her back to sleep. He was a perfect father and you couldn’t be happier to have started a family with him.

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bookyeom · 9 months

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minghao + “I noticed.”

Sorry this took me so long my friend!!! Here you go!

A/N: If you read and enjoy this, please reblog and/or send a comment! I’d love to know what you think.

Pairing: Minghao x Reader Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: swearing, art slander

Rembrandts, Monets, Picassos, Cézannes. Art pieces you’ve been dying to see since you were young and dreamed of Europe, all replicated in full and brought together in one spot for you to be in awe of.

And yet all you can do is make googly eyes at the man next to you, and hope he doesn’t notice.

Minghao, your classmate. The one you’d had a crush on since he sat next to you in your Race, Gender and Sexuality in Art seminar. The one who had snorted under his breath at a pretentious comment made by your balding, white, British professor, and who had subsequently made the professor look stupid when he’d been called out. You were impressed at the audacity of the dark-haired boy, and you’d told him so. A simple ‘nice one’ was what you’d whispered after the scene had died down, and you’d been rewarded with a smile and a giggle so different from the persona he presented that it had stunned you. (You hadn’t done much but stare at him for a solid minute after he thanked you and turned back to the lesson, so confused as you were by this boy that you’d never met before in your life.)

Since that first day, you’d sat next to each other, and you’d quickly decided that your new goal for the semester was not to get good grades – it was to make Xu Minghao laugh.

“Why is this class about race and gender being taught by an old, white man anyway?” He’d asked under his breath another day, and the snort you’d involuntarily let out was rewarded with another giggle from him. The amount of times the two of you have been shushed by your professor has quickly gotten out of hand, but you don’t care. Minghao tends to say exactly what you’re thinking, and you’re in awe of how easily he’s able to verbalize his thoughts. You’re in awe of him for a lot of reasons, actually; he’s good at art, he’s intelligent, he’s hilarious.

He’s also terribly cute, which has proven to be entirely devastating for you.

You’re friends, of that much you were sure, but you never could really read into it much more than that. The two of you had exchanged phone numbers early on, sending messages mostly about your homework at first, but it had quickly progressed into jokes about your professor and had snowballed from there. Soon after, the flirting had begun, and you had been incredibly confused and unsure because he had been so Minghao about it all.

Then one evening you’d gotten a text from him that read: ‘Do you want to go out with me to the City Art Show tomorrow? I got two tickets,’ and you’d nearly shit yourself.

Y/N (7:56pm): just us two?

Hao (7:57pm): that’s usually what a date is, yeah ;)

And now here you are, almost exactly 24 hours later, entirely unable to focus on some of your favourite artwork because of him. It isn’t your fault that he looks so good. He always does, but you’ve never seen him like this before – dressed up far more than his usual baggy hoodie, looking every bit like your art hoe dream boyfriend. What are you supposed to do other than look?

Thankfully, you manage to make it out of the museum without him calling you out on it, much to your relief. He suggests a walk, and you’re grateful for the fresh air, trying your best to suppress all thoughts of holding his hand as you stroll. The two of you eventually find a bench, and you’re fidgeting with your fingers when he speaks up.

“Did you like the museum?”

“Yeah,” you reply quickly. Wish I’d gotten to see more of it without you distracting me, you gorgeous motherfucker.

“What was your favourite part?”

“Um…” You wrack your brain in an attempt to remember something, anything, about what you’d seen. “The Monet one?”

You watch as Minghao’s face falls. “Oh… yeah.”

“You know, the one with the flowers?” Why are you still talking?

“Right,” Minghao says, monotone, and you really wish you could melt into one of the puddles on the ground below you. It’s silent, and he doesn’t try again, and you turn towards him abruptly.

“Minghao,” you say, a little desperate, and you hope he can’t tell that you’re sinking right now as you try to come up with something to explain yourself. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I wasn’t really looking at the artwork much–”

“I noticed,” Minghao says resignedly. “That’s too bad. I really thought you’d like the exhibit.”

“I did,” you try to explain, but you know there’s no real way out of this without telling him the truth. “I mean, I tried to! I just didn’t… absorb much of it. I’m tired, I think, and I–”

“It’s okay,” Minghao says with a shrug that you think is meant to appear nonchalant, but you can tell he’s dejected by the way he’s leaning back against the bench, arms crossed in front of him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not for everyone.”

You stare at him for a moment, brain running a million miles a minute. Then you snap.

“Oh my god, Minghao,” you whine, “I’ve been dying to come here. When you asked me, I almost levitated. I wanted to look at it all, but I couldn’t stop looking at you the whole time!”

Minghao blinks.

You blink back.

You’re absolutely mortified.

Your hands fly up to cover your face, willing for the ground beneath your feet to open up and swallow you whole.

“Hey,” he says, and you suddenly register the soft squeak of his giggle.

You peer over at him through your fingers to find him absolutely beaming. Was he laughing at you? You hide behind your hands again, trying to figure out how best to escape this disaster.

“Come on,” he tries again, “look at me.”

You can hear him smiling.

You startle as you feel fingers gently curl around your wrists, but you don’t resist as Minghao gently pulls your hands down and away from your face. He lets go once he can see you again, one of his hands lifting to scratch at his ear, and you can’t help but watch the movement. Are the tips of his ears red?

“I’m sorry,” he starts, and you can tell he’s trying not to smile again as the corners of his mouth turn up. “I just really thought you were bored the whole time,” he explains, and you know you’re in for it when he smirks. “I have to say, I find this reason much more interesting.”

You groan, and he giggles again, and you hate how damn cute he is.

“I’m going to go and hide my face forever now,” you announce, rising onto your feet so quickly that you almost trip.

“Hey,” Minghao protests. He’s fast to stand up, too, catching your elbow before you can eat shit. “Don’t do that.” You look up at him in question, and he adds, “...Professor Mackenzie is going to miss you if you hide your face forever.”

You gape at him for a second, and then you’re turning on your heel and getting ready to make a run for it.

You don’t make it very far before his hand finds your sleeve, pulling you back, and you’re surprised when you find yourself flush against his chest. He’s laughing, but his arms are around you as he squeezes you in a quick hug before he’s letting you go, so fast you can barely process, his hands on your arms as he grins down at you.

“I’m sorry,” he tries, and you pout involuntarily. “I was distracted in there too, you know.”

You scoff. “Sure.”

“I’ve come here before, so I didn’t need to focus so much on the art,” Minghao continues, ignoring you. “What I had to focus on this time was not looking at you.”

It takes you a minute to process his words. “You’re just saying that because I said it first,” you finally say after a minute, ignoring the fluttering in your chest at the thought, and Minghao shakes his head.

“It’s true. I always feel like that when you’re around – in class, too. And you look really pretty today.”

You have to physically stop your mouth from falling open. What the hell?

“Oh,” is all you manage, and then he’s biting back a smile again.

“Yeah, oh,” he returns, squeezing your arms fondly. “So if you can forgive me for not focusing tonight because I was looking at you, then I’ll forgive you for it, too.”

“Deal.” You stick out your hand and he shakes it with another giggle. You feel a cheeky smile finding its way onto your own lips as you add, “And don’t worry about me not seeing the art… I found another subject far more riveting anyway.”

Your new goal: to make Xu Minghao blush more often.

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thebibutterflyao3 · 2 months

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Day Sixteen - Prompt: Binge @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 731 words

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Barty ignored Frank’s good-natured prattling with this bloke with the in-progress dragon tattoo and focused on the door that he’d heard slam closed after Evan walked by. He was fairly certain that it was the one that led out to the smoking area. The urge to chase after him was strong, but he knew better than to act on it.

His hands flexed against the sides of the table when he heard the faintest rumble of Evan’s voice. A phone call, maybe. Barty hoped it wasn’t with another bloke. Murder would be a shit way to start this week.

“Yeah, it can be rough the first time,” Frank said, leaning forward to squeeze Barty’s shoulder. “When you’re an old pro like Barty here, it’s nothing. How many times have you fallen asleep on my table, mate?”

Barty cleared his throat, but his voice still came out strained. “No idea. A lot.”

He wasn’t sure if Frank was trying to relax him or warn him. Either way, the message was received. Barty hated how perceptive his flatmate was.

“You fell asleep? Really? How?” dragon tattoo said.

“The vibrations are relaxing.”

Frank lifted the back of his own shirt and pointed. “Happens more often than you’d think. See this one, on my back? Passed out for a full four hour session. Best sleep I’ve ever had.”

Dragon tattoo gaped at him, shaking his head. Frank grinned and swivelled back around. He loved to show off for the newbies.

“I can’t imagine that!” Dragon tattoo said, eyes wide. “I’m just trying not to tear up in there.”

“Rosier can be a little heavy-handed, but he’s bloody good too. You definitely want him for a piece like that. He’s patient.”

Barty nodded in agreement as he glanced back at the bloke Evan was working on. Dragon tattoo had introduced himself when he wandered over, but Barty wasn’t paying attention and hadn’t caught his name. What he did catch was Evan storming out after Barty’s comment about him being brilliant.

He is brilliant though. It wasn’t a lie.

“Good to know! This is my kid’s artwork, so I wanted to do it justice.”

Kid? I was right then. He’s probably straight.

That was more comforting than it probably should have been. Evan was a professional. It cost Barty an obscene amount of money and multiple weeks to convince him to break his “no clients” rule. Now that he’d broken it though…Evan could do it again.

Frank's loud, booming laugh interrupted his thoughts. “Yes! I prefer to wait until all the episodes are out and binge that whole season!”

“Same, but I have no self-control,” dragon tattoo replied. “I can’t help myself!”

Barty twisted at the waist to meet the bloke’s gaze. “Better fucking try.”

“What?”

Frank tensed his grip on Barty’s leg. That was definitely a warning. He knew he was acting irrationally, but he didn’t care.

“Control yourself,” Barty said, glaring pointedly at the bloke. “Around him.”

Dragon tattoo stared at him incredulously, then blinked very slowly. “Him who?”

“Ignore him. He’s obsessed with Rosier.” Frank shoved Barty back down onto the table roughly. “Calm your tits, arsehole.”

“The tattoo artist? Why would I—”

“Don’t worry about it, mate,” Frank said, waving a hand dismissively. “He’s a bit dramatic, that’s all.”

Dragon tattoo made a hasty exit from the conversation as soon as the door slammed again, announcing Evan’s return. Barty tried to peer over his shoulder, but Frank still had his hand pressed in the middle of his back.

Look at me, Evan. Come on. Say something. Anything.

“Alright, Rosier?” Frank called cheerfully.

“Fine.”

Barty forced his muscles to relax and pressed his cheek against the cold black leather. A strong scent of antiseptic leached out of the fabric. The familiarity of it grounded him a little.

Even if he couldn’t see, speak to, or approach Evan, Barty needed to be near him. He couldn’t stay away. Hearing his voice was comforting. It was only a one-word answer forced out with half-growl, but it was something.

Frank leaned forward and flicked the back of his ear hard. “Don’t be an arsehole or I’ll kick you out. Not everyone wants to have their guts rearranged by your ex.”

“Then they’re idiots.”

“His dick is that good, huh?” Frank teased. “Are you addicted to it?”

“Love is a serious mental disease,” Barty deadpanned.

“Prat. Which one was that?”

“Plato.”

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factual-fantasy · 9 months

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25 asks :00000

@ocinstituterep (Posts in question)

The cooling suits they wear at the beach are the same ones they wear under their uniforms :00 And it doesn't necessarily reflect the sun,, its just a battery powered suit that keeps them cool :}

I wasn't pressured into drawing the art exactly,, but all the questions about it did push me a little into looking into the series more.. That's not really a bad thing though, I did enjoy drawing those pictures soooo-

I get this question a lot <XD When I was first designing my sona I wanted to add something to their hands. At the time my hands were covered in Band-Aids from dry skin and cat scratches. So I thought "Hey! Bandaged/bloody hands would be cool and edgy :DD" So I added them <XDD

Oh yeah, that episode was a bit odd huh? XD I think in my version of Octonauts they didn't go all the way down to its stomach- maybe just into the mouth and got the Puffer fish out.

Now the REAL episode that I basically 100% cut is the cone snail episode. You know why? Cone snails are estimated to have poison strong enough to kill 700 people! And there's NO antidote!! NO ONE would have survived being stung. Not even the Captain. They all would have died and left Peso abandoned on a ship full of the bodies of his friends in the middle of the ocean... :x pretty dark huh-

@britneyt

Thank you! :DD

@gregorythechild

XD I was getting tired of Gregory being a little snot. In game and in the fandom. So once again I made a character good out of spite! XDD

SKJAOSKJOSX I DO ACTUALLY XDDD

The basis for my Kirby Anime AU is I just found a way to add all the Metaknights to the story. You know, Axe knight, Mace night, Javelin Knight,,, etc.

This is obviously a SUPER angsty AU. For example, Axe Knight was Metaknight's first follower and best friend. But then he sacrificed himself to save Metaknight. Thinking he failed his soul was restless and he now wanders the galaxy fighting Monsters and honoring Metaknights name.. Not knowing that Metaknight survived. Its a REALLY long story that I should ramble about sometime XDD

I would advise against it,, there are plenty of good reaction images out there to find! I should know, I have 996 of them saved! I'm almost at 1000! XDD

@pinkbomb08

Thank you! And not at the moment no- but I might draw him again someday :}}

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson

Noooooothingggg... :}}}

@annathefenecfox

I think its because the poor guy probably doesn't have enough free time to practice consistently. Being the Captain he likely has so much to do all the time.. and when he can finally sit down and indulge in hobbies,, he likely would just rather relax and read a book instead. :( Poor fella

Ah, sorry. I don't know of any. <:/

I have actually! :DD I did not sleep good that night :}}}

@invaderdrey

Thank you so much!!!! :DD

Thank you so much! And as for the memes.. ehh, I'd say just to be safe, don't make em. Comments are more than enough. The first thing I do when I wake up is check Tumblr and see if anyone left a comment on my posts. Literally! Comments are the best thing you can give me!

Thank you so much!! :DD

Heck yeah, that's the best part! <XDDD

It definitely depends on my mood, I'm split 50/50 on which one I enjoy more :000

@chickenmilk120

@its-paperd

:DDD Thank you so much!! That means a lot!

@milk-powrit (Post in question)

<XD Thankfully no, Jangles is not an iPad kid. He was just playing on my phone because Bibi and I were conked out and he was bored XDD

@simon-says-lots-of-things

:DD Thank you so much!! And yeah, I don't care what's canon or not. I wont be drawing any lovey-dovey/shippy content unless its with my own original characters. Its just not my thing man, 🤷‍♂️

@twohourstoolong

Thank you! And yeah if I were you I'd ditch pinterest. Any time I have been browsing artwork on google and clicked the link, It always took me to some stolen artwork on pinterest. I'd just rather people never found me then have found me through stolen art on pinterest..

I have not :0 sounds thrilling though! :D

#my response #octonauts

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kaitopitoo · 5 months

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It's been 10 years since I met you.

A decade. A decade straight of me hyperfixating on him. And still counting.

I've already gotten out of my way to tattoo his name on my arm and his name on my car plate. He's in all four walls of my room, and the shelf is stocked by his amiibos. Lurking on my phone background, my phone case, stickers, prints, skins, and sketchbooks full of him. I draw him at least once every single day and have been doing so since day one.

This isn't a challenge. This isn't a dare. This isn't something to get my attention called out. This is...

This is me. This is my feelings. My love. My devotion. So far, undying. Genuine. So true.

I love him with all my heart. With all my being.

I will defend him until I most likely pass.

He means the world to me, and I still want to show the world how much he means to me. How much he's helped me out.

Without him, without the motive of seeing him as soon as I wake up every morning, I wouldn't be here today.

I made it yet another year. And I'm still falling in love with him as if it was the first time.

I didn't learn about his existence because of a typical answer: Smash. I found him on a magazine back in 2013, dated 2012 with promotional artwork for KIU. I didn't think of it much until someone mentioned he was added in Smash 4 in 2014.

It feels like it was yesterday when it all started off as some fling, fangirl thing. Slowly but surely in grew to be this.

I never imagined myself devoted to something that doesn't exist like this, but here I am.

And I feel no shame.

I love you, Dark Pit. But you're not mine.

#my art #dark pit #kid icarus uprising

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angelmalocaris · 25 days

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Emeryfession

Hello NEN Tumblr! Tumblr NEN fans! NENblr! Whatever you are!

There are like 5 of you at most, even when rounded up, but I have a confession to post.

This shrine, you see this “shrine” right here? From the NEN website? (CONT. under cut)

That is MY shrine. I made that. Those objects are in my possession.

This image is sort of old. I haven’t cleaned my bedroom in awhile so I will hold off on taking new ones for the time being, but here are my Emery related trinkets I have and projects I have worked on. This is not a complete list by any means, mostly just my biggest or most well known ones.

Lets get the big stuffy fluff-filled elephant out of the room, the pillow. Yes that is an Emery body pillow! (Or dakimakura I suppose.)

YES it is hand made! YES I do sleep with it every night! and YES my mom did help me make it! While it has become SIGNIFICANTLY more faded over time, it is well loved. That is my wifey! Of course I take care of her!

It's almost completely homemade, my mom prints t-shirt so we just printed on some fabric. There is a heart-shaped button and a few feathers in the stuffing, think like a BaB plushie.

Enough of that, time for a walk. Here’s the Emery engraved collar!

Real metal! After saving a bit of money and walking and hour or so, I purchased this at a store to be made by an engraving machine. Why? Because I can! And have you seen Emery? That’s definitely a critter.

I'm hungry... so hungry I could eat... an Emery!!!

Here are three separate Emery cakes I made! Left to right in order. They're all box mix but I baked them and frosted them on my own.

My grandma made this one. Goo Goo Gah Gah...

By now, all the cakes are long gone.

First Cake Death

Second Cake Death (My favorite!)*

Third Cake Death

*(also a remake of the first.)

Quick time event!!! Here's some Emeries I made in video games.

Note, while I did not make the Emery Mii (Hal did) I am including it here because I think it's notable that I got to marry Emery in the game.

I have lost my membership in this time so the full outfit is not possible for me anymore, but feel free to recreate it. Its simple and the items shouldn't be too hard to acquire.

It's just 1, the Square Glasses (members only) from Jam Mart Clothing in green for 350 gems 2, the tie from Jam Mart Clothing in red for 100 gems, and the Rare Crimson Topcoat (members only). While the topcoat is marked "Rare" its quite common for a rare item and IIRC I may(?) even have more than one.

I want to update the Petz 4 Emery. I could probably make it better now and I want him to be a dog when I decide to remake it.

I have lost my old save for tomodachi life but someday I will get married to him again... just you wait!!!

You know what games are made of? Code. So are webbed sites... Usually not the same code, but you get the idea.

This is my Emery web shrine! I will not link to it because its very old and not very good by my current standards. You can see its age by Emery being called "Telly" and some of the older artwork ( being by Hal of course.) Someday it will be made better and strong...

and yes. I did help with some (a lot) of the code on the NEN site. I'm blaming any of the messy stuff in there on Hal though because she's the one doing most updates. Sorry Hal! Maybe learn more than some HTML and I won't throw you under the bus. I need to log on and fix up some of that in a bit. I am sure it looks like a tornado hit it from the inside.

I have been at this for months, even years now. Longer than the NEN official site even existed. A lot of this is hand made and if not that, completely out of my own pockets. I plan to continue being crazy even if my pockets are reduced to nothing but lint and moths (they have, more than once.) I love Emery Phone.

Peace and Love (except for the french, that being Emery. I will get you Emery.)

Tschüss! Buh-Bye! Until next time! Au revoir! (Eww... French...)

#speak boy speak #emery phone #long post #this is a very long post I'm warning you #WIFEY #nen webcomic #new england nightmare #emeryfun #can you tell I am autistic #shrine #Emery shrine

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Hi love, could I request a Leo x FemReader where Leo stops by unannounced and sees her in lingerie in front of a mirror while on the phone? Could be fluff or smut 🖤

I love your writing! Keep doing you!

Hey hey! This sounds like a fun little request and id be more than happy to give it a shot. Hope its to your liking friend, and keep up the amazing artwork you provide us with.

Rated Smut (18+ only)

It was mandatory at this point, if time allowed it or not.

Leo always tried his best to sneak sometime with you after he was done being out in the city, doing the usual crime fighting and silent protecting the innocent.

Having a crime fighting mutant terrapin for a boyfriend sure was something. Never a dull moment for sure.

This time he did find himself quite perplexed or at least considerably too stunned to move. He’d landed at the fire escape as per usual, hand on the window he already knew would be unlocked for him. The window in question led to your bedroom and the first thing his eyes saw were you.

You, on your phone.

You, standing before a full length mirror.

You, in what he could only describe as ‘mouth watering’ lingerie.

Your fingers moved quickly over the screen, as if flipping through pictures you had taken not too long ago, teeth worrying over your lower lip and an adorable bounce to your feet. A little nugget size portion of his brain worried that maybe you were texting those pictures to somebody else but not too long after you pressed the screen a few times, the phone in side his pocketed vibrated.

Okay so that was a good sign.

Not wanting to spoil the phone just yet he got his phone out and was met with a picture he would surely be revisiting countless times. You had caught a wonderful angle, legs on display, tummy in shot and breast just perfect, all so perfect. He could die a happy man right then and there. Clearly you seemed eager for a response, he caught your grin through the mirror.

Naturally he typed his excitement at being gifted such an image, he snuck in a ‘what’s the occasion?’ And head your giggle.

Leo saw you ready the camera and snap another scandalous portrait for his collection. Soon enough his phone vibrated and he grinned down at the image. He typed up another response, eagerly praising you.

Time to have some fun.

‘Take the bra off and Ill reward you’ He hit send.

“Oh? Fearless isn’t playing around tonight, hmm?” You spoke to yourself, unbeknownst that Leo heard it as well. He shook his head at your response.

Just that moment you had slipped out of the bra and found the perfect pose to snap a shot of and send. It took him a second longer to pull his eyes away from the mirror but he did. A picture could never do them justice, the real thing was just too beautiful. Your response was a smug emoji with the words ‘reward please’.

Well, who was he to deny you?

Just then he knocked on the window, enjoying your started yelp and how quickly your hands flew to your chest. Shock and dear led to surprise to a blush that spread down your naked chest.

You walked over and watched Leo open the window with a smug look of it on.

“No, I’m not playing around” Hearing his words made your eyes widen. How long had he been standing here?

“You’ve been here a while haven’t you? You smug bastard…” You stepped back, allowing his massive frame to come through the window. “A ninja is always quiet, or else I’d give away my hiding spots” He walked you back against the vanity, a few lipsticks clattering down onto the floor. His hands down your waist, callouses leaving a nice little sting as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

“By the way, this? This looks beautiful on you” He slid them down, kneeling before you to fully remove them. “But this here? Now this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked” He left a kiss at the front of your right thigh. “Spread your legs, I want to taste you” Those blue eyes shouldn’t look so beautiful when he’s saying such filthy things to you.

But fuck did he just do that so easily.

Your skin felt hot just as you did as he said. His lips traveled to the inside of your thigh, a nudge made you sit on top of the vanity. Leo’s teeth nipped at sensitive flesh before he found himself buried between your thighs with a curious tongue ready to make you see stars. He gave an intentional slow lic to your core, the tip of his tongue connecting with your clit. That made you slide just the furthest bit down so he could have better access.

It didn’t hurt that he swung a leg over a strong shoulder and quite simply dug in. The warmth of his mouth felt so good, tongue swiping every little second over the sensitive spot. It made your toes curl, made your mouth hang as a moan escaped you. His hand holding the leg over his shoulder squeezed you, spread you just a little wider to better angle his head. He sucked, groaned as the taste hit the back of his throat and reminded him that he needed to behave, this was a reward after all.

“Fuck, Leo I’m-“ Your train of thought disappeared. Thighs clenched closer, trapping his head and making the tent in his pants feel more constricted. Something about feeling your legs squeeze him, keep him in place as he ate you out could get him going.

He could indulge.

You saw Leo sneak a hand inside of his pants, the motion not going unnoticed. That alone could do it, the mere image that this felt just as good for him that he had to touch himself at the same time?

Fucking priceless.

Your hand found the back of his head, fingers twirling just a bit in his mask tails. You pushed him further into you, his muffled moan only serving to pleasure you more. Hips moving against his mouth, his hand moving faster. He looked perfect there, beneath you, between, so perfect.

You felt your orgasm hit you, a wanton moan leaving you as your rode your complication against his snout. Leo greedily lapped up every last drop, cleaned you so well. With a shiny mouth, he stood up whilst stroking himself and aimed right between your legs to spill himself on. Each warm spurt hit and dripped down your thighs. Leo’s forehead pressed against your own as he came down from the high. Your breaths mingled, lips brushing against one another in bliss.

All you could think about is how that mess should’ve been put inside of you.

#ask #pheradream15 #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #leonardo x reader #leo x reader #tmnt Leonardo #tmnt leo #smut #requested oneshot

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demonicsoulmates-art · 5 months

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Redbubble Shop

Hello, everyone! I thought it would be better if I made a proper post for my new shop, so people could see what they will find, what I plan to do, etc

First, here's the link to my shop.

Here's my Linkt.ree if you're interested in finding me somewhere else.

I started it because some people were interested in having some prints of my artwork, and since I like Redbubble's quality, I decided to give it a go.

Keep reading to find out more!

What will you find in the shop?

Mostly, it will be Supernatural fanart, and particularly I will try to focus on side characters. Right now, you can find art I made for Ketch, Adam Milligan, Mick Davies, and Gadreel, as well as a Ducifer (specifically Lucifer/Fem!Dean) nsfw piece that I cannot show here. I plan to add more Gadreel and Lucifer, and many other characters, eventually.

You will also find Jewish-inspired art, as well as (eventually) bookish-themed things and products that will be created specifically with the shop in mind.

Redbubble often puts up discounts and the like, so I recommend keeping an eye out if you don't want to pay full price for something.

I will personally try to focus on art prints, stickers, and notebooks, but some of my designs are also available as other products (such as phone cases, bags, mugs, pins, pillows, etc)

With the new year, I hope to expand the designs available in the shop, as well as the products, and if you'd like to see something in particular, suggestions are welcome :)

#dean talks #spn fanart #my art #supernatural fanart #arthur ketch #mick davies #gadreel supernatural #david haydn-jones #adam milligan

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Title: The Sugar Effect (1/?) Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: AU - Modern, AU - Bakery, AU - Coffee Shop, AU - No Powers, Slow Burn, Awkward Flirting, Flirting, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Additional Tags To Be Added Summary: While out in Brooklyn, Tony Stark stumbles upon a bakery, and a bakery owner, that he just can't seem to stay away from. Notes: for @buckybarnesbingo square K4 'au: bakery' and @tonystarkbingo square R4 'au: coffee shop'.

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Tony grumbled to himself as he trudged down the block. What sort of company held their meetings in Brooklyn, of all places? The manufacturing plant wasn’t here, and their head office certainly wasn’t here. Tony sent sent Friday a note to remind him to deny the company's offers for a merger and then shoved his phone in his inner jacket pocket just as the clouds overhead opened up. He cursed and tried to stay under storefront awnings, but it was no use, the rain coming down traveled with the slight wind whipping through the buildings, and Tony found that his Tom Ford suit was not made for the rain.

Reaching for the handle on the first place he saw that served coffee, Tony pulled the door open and nearly sighed at the cinnamon scented warmth at seeped through his suit. A small bell had jingled over the door, and a man in long sleeves stepped out from the back. He was taller than Tony and his silky looking brown hair was pulled back into a bun. Pfft, hipsters.

“Welcome to Wake and Bake, what can I getcha?”

“Wake and Bake?” Tony raised an eyebrow and then glanced back at the door. Definitely hipsters.

“It’s funny,” The man shrugged. “So, can I get ya anything?”

“Coffee, hot.” Tony stepped towards the counter.

The man nodded and turned his back to Tony as he prepared his drink. Taking the opportunity, Tony glanced around the shop; the walls were covered in shelves full of knickknacks, several mismatched overstuffed arm chairs were placed around low bookshelves and coffee tables. The walls, what little of them he could see through all the artwork hung up, were black. The floor looked like that industrial made light colored hard wood. Several pastry cases sat to his left, shelves half filled with delicious looking treats. There was no one else in the small store besides him and the employee.

“Here ya go,” The man said as he placed the full cardboard cup on the counter. “Lids, sugar and what-not are over there.” He jerked his head, chin indicating which way as he his fingers tapped over an iPad. “Anything else?”

“How about a chocolate muffin? My CEO will kill me if I come back empty handed after ducking out of a meeting.”

The man chuckled and stepped over to the case. He selected one and placed it into a paper bag. “Wouldn’t want that,” He placed the bag next to Tony’s coffee.

With nothing else to keep him, Tony tapped his card on the reader and gathered up his coffee and muffin. He dreaded going back out into the rain, so he tapped out an SOS to Happy while he doctored up his coffee.

—-

He wasn’t specifically out to go to the bakery in Brooklyn, but once again Tony found himself in the borough and thought “why the hell not?” so he instructed Happy to stop on the way back to Manhattan. Tony hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the guy behind the counter. It had been awhile since a man caught his attention like that, it mostly being women - and then exclusively Pepper for awhile - for quite some years. But that stupid hipster man-bun had Made Tony wonder that deep brown hair would look like when let down, freshly washed and soft– damnit. Tony definitely had a thing for long hair, and he needed to stop thinking about it before the car came to a stop outside the shop.

This time, there were a few people scattered around - a girl on a laptop with green hair and more metal in her face than was probably healthy, a guy reading a book, and a tiny man with a drawing pad and a pencil. The same guy was behind the counter, wiping part of it down, and he smiled as Tony walked up.

“Duck out of another meeting?”

Tony smirked. “Nah, but I figured I’d give this place another shot. CEO loved the muffin, by the way.”

“Well, I appreciate it.”

“You’re the owner?” Tony was a bit surprised, this guy definitely did not give off bakery owner vibes.

“Owner, head baker, cleaning staff, and occasional accountant,” The man smiled. “I’m Bucky.”

“Tony,” He glanced up at the menu board. “Let me have a latte this time.”

—-

Bucky got to work, he didn’t know much about coffee - baking was his true specialty - but damn near everyone he talked to when he was trying to get Wake and Bake from an idea to an actual business told him it would be a good idea to serve coffee with the baked goods. So a couple brews of simple drip coffee, a latte, and a plain mocha made it’s way to the menu. Stuff Bucky could handle.

He turned back to the man at the counter and placed the latte down. “Anything else?”

The man studied the pastry case for a moment before his eyes lit up. “You have baklava?”

Bucky smiled. “Ma’s family recipe.”

“I’ll take two - no wait make it three - pieces.”

Bucky laughed as he bagged up the baklava, it was always nice when people appreciated his family recipes. Once Bucky placed the bag down, the man grabbed it and pulled out a piece to immediately try.

The noise he mad as he bit into the crispy and gooey layers was almost pornographic, but Bucky ignored the way it made heat pool in his stomach and just chuckled. “Good?”

“So good,” Tony quickly nodded. “In fact gimme a couple more pieces.” He said as he pulled out his wallet.

—-

As soon as the door had finished shutting, Steve was out of his seat, headed for the counter. He had to pause as his vision swam and he swayed slightly, but then resumed his mission.

“Bucky!”

His best friend grinned over at him. “Another cookie?”

“You can not flirt with him!” Steve hissed.

Bucky’s eyebrows notched down, furrowing. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“That is Tony Stark,” When there was no recognition in his friend’s expression, Steve huffed. “But ugly building in Manhattan? Takes up my view of an otherwise gorgeous skyline?”

He ignored Bucky’s muttered “Oh, right.” and barreled on.

“I know you like to flirt with the customers, get more tips, but you can not flirt with that one, Buck, he’s bad news!”

Bucky just raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t know being nice to the customers was considered flirtin’, but I’ll keep that in mind.”

Steve huffed, arms crossing over his chest. “Whatever, just give me another cookie.”

#buckybarnesbingo2023 #tonystarkbingomarkvii #tsbmvii #winteriron #starkbucks #winteriron fanfic #marvel fanfic #starksvinyls fic #fic: the sugar effect

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