#I've been staring at this art for hours...

[kiplex]

☾ Panties and The Art of Ghosting ☽

Caleb x F! MC

Explicit content, MINORS DNI!!!

Word count: 2,952

Tags: pwp, implied jealousy, discussion of panties it's in the title come on y'all, coercion if you really really squint and want that, it's so mutual though, mention of marking, possessive behavior, pretty vanilla seggs honestly, no condom, friends to lovers maybe

A/N: I started this in May... MAY !!! IT'S ALMOST THE END IF JULY!!!!! Unacceptable 😔 LMFAOOO I'm sorry this took forever!! If this does well I'll make a part two which is already like half started so 🫦 it won't take as long 🫦 anyway I haven't read the beginning of this since May... It's good though trust! Please enjoy!!!!

“I dunno, what if we ya know... Fuck? I don't own anything cute to wear.. in the lingerie department…?" “Girl… you're telling me you're a 20 something and you aren't wearing a matching set for a date? Are you at least fully shaved?" “I am!! But like am I supposed to go into the date with my legs spread?!" There's a sigh from both ends of the phone as you unceremoniously throw a frilly pair of panties on the floor. You had been at this for hours now, planning your full outfit for your date tonight. " Don't worry we're going shopping tomorrow, I'll get you some help… We can still save you…” your friend jokes, snickering as she speaks." Thanks I appreciate it, I'll let you know how tonight goes.” A soft but firm knock echoes off your door. " I gotta go,Caleb is here to interrogate me about the guy I'm seeing tonight.” You can practically hear your friend's eyes roll over the phone. “Okay, I'm sure I'll hear all about it tomorrow. Have a good date babe."

With that you hear the click of the call being ended, as if on schedule Caleb enters your room, his hair slightly disheveled as if he was in a hurry on his way here. “Pipsqueak, hiii!" Caleb shoots you a boyish grin before flopping on your bed. “Your room is a nightmare, it looks like a tornado ran through here. Are you sure all of this is worth it for some loser?" He hums, definitely pouting. You glance around your room, unaware of how messy it got. " It's not that bad…” He snorts sitting up slightly. “So who's the chump this time?" You pull out a photo of him, proudly presenting it to Caleb. “He's hot right?” You can see Caleb's jaw clench slightly. "He's also a pilot! Well he's a private pilot but still."

Caleb takes your phone from your hand squinting at the screen, his brows furrow. “I don't know about this guy pips… Are you sure you can trust him? What if he is a complete asshole?" You throw yourself on to the bed next to him. “Caleb! You say this about every guy I've ever been on a date with! He could be a great guy!!" “And I've been right, the last ‘great guy’ you went on a date with made you pay him back for the half of a pasta entree dish you guys shared!!" You shove him lightly. " God, that was one time! I don't understand why you're so overprotective!" He zooms in on the photo. “He has a tattoo!?" He wails exacerbated. “Several actually. Chill out, and give me my pho-"

D I N G!

Oh, fate was a cruel mistress. Your friend sends a poorly timed text while Caleb is staring directly at the screen.

Maybe go with the white pair of panties with the pink bow? It'll match with the bra you choose. Enjoy your night xx”

You can see Caleb's whole face turn pale. “What'd she mean by that pipsqueak?" He grits out, his eyes flick to yours a spark of annoyance in them. “Caleb… it's…I- uh??" You don't even want to know the mixture of mortification and embarrassment on your face right now, but judging by how warm your cheeks felt; it was probably pretty bad. “Pipsqueak." Caleb's eyes bore into yours. “God this is so stupid. I've been hung up all evening about what panties I wanna wear okay!? Jesus Christ Caleb, God forbid a girl has the possibility of getting laid, I just don't wanna look like a child with uncoordinated underwear."

“Are you kidding me!? You're putting out on the first date, you're better than that!" He goes to pinch your cheek and you swat his hand away. “Celeb seriously?? I'm not a child anymore, this is also a big deal for me!! I've been hung up about this all day." “Pips, any guy would be lucky to see your cute panties, I know I would kill for that!" Caleb blurts out before he even realizes it.

The regret on his face is almost immediate, his ears dust a shade of red and he slaps a hand over his mouth. You on the other hand, experienced a little bit more of a different reaction, the smug shit eating smirk on your face, that only makes Caleb wish he never came over. “What did you mean by that Caleb?" Flipping his words on him. " I genuinely don't know what to say.” His voice sounds pained, like he's struggling to form sentences. “I uh, I just think that you look amazing in anything. Especially your panties??”

He sits up his ears still burning as he leans in, pointing an accusatory finger at you. " Okay but are we just gonna pretend that you've never once stared at me while I was shirtless!? You do it every time, it's practically a ritual at this point." “That's different…” “How so?" He challenges. " Because it's… just different. You're literally a trained DAA pilot, sorry for admiring your hard work on your physique." You murmur. Caleb quirks an eyebrow. “Soooo are you saying it's just my body you like? Ice cold, pipsqueak." “Newflash Captain oblivious, You're super hot, your body AND your personality! I literally had to beat girls and guys off of you in high school. You may be my best friend but I'm allowed to think you're hot… Those two things can exist at the same time…"

He can't even make eye contact with you. Now it's his turn to be mortified, if he did however, he'd have seen the gears turning in your head; putting together years of him insisting to do your laundry when you and him lived with Gran starting to add up. “Caleb… Have you perhaps thought about me in my underwear before? I know you used to do my laundry when we lived together." You ask in a sing-song voice, bending over him as he shrunk into your mattress. “What, n..nno wayyy, that's completely inappropriate… I would never!! I mean that's actually so.. That would be a huge invasion of your trust… I would never!! " You blink at him and he sighs defeated. “Yeah. Okay so what if I have!”

“You think I'm hot…” Caleb mumbles mulling the information he just received, his face bright red again. “Can we just drop it? I have my date soon." You say, also still clearly flustered by all these confessions. You go to stand but Caleb catches your wrist. “What if… I said I didn't want you to go? What if I said I wanted you to stay here with me…" His voice cracks halfway through his sentence.

You can feel the nerves radiating off him, your gaze falls back to him and…

Oh…

Oh my god…

You've never seen Caleb look at anyone the way he was looking at you right now. His amethyst eyes are glassy and darker than usual, a soft pinky hue gracing his strong features, his chest heaving with every breath; he was frankly breathtaking. You find yourself transfixed, you've thought about this moment before; you're sure he has too. “Caleb… we're friends this is… this is a really bad idea." You sound out of breath, despite your protests you find yourself leaning towards him. He leans in closer, his breath ghosts your lips. “Friends can kiss." “Friends can kiss…” you repeat back slowly. His eyes trace your lips and then stare back at you. “It's only a bad idea if we don't want to… I don't know about you but I personally… I really want to kiss you right now.” You take a deep breath in. This has been years in the making. " Okay. Let's do thi-” before you can finish your sentence Caleb surges forward capturing your lips.

It's initially a soft brush against your lips. It's tender and careful, you can feel him tense and then relax, a soft sigh escapes him. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The second your own hands find the back of his neck something inside Caleb snaps. The kiss deepens, his lips moving against yours slightly more rapidly. You’re finger thread through his hair, his teeth nibble on your bottom lip slightly. Caleb manhandles you onto his lap, this wasn’t your first time on his lap but this felt wildly different, more intimate… too intimate.

“You're so pretty, pips…” he kisses your cheek. "No guy is worthy of your time." He kisses along your jaw. “I get so jealous when you invest so much time and energy into them.” He places soft kisses down your neck. "Caleb, I didn't know… I didn't mean to make you jealous." You gnaw at your lower lip, desperately trying to hold back the little whines threatening to escape as Caleb peppers your exposed skin with kisses. “Not your fault." He murmurs against your skin. His eyes snap to yours briefly, they're much darker than before, his breath slightly ragged like he had run 5 miles." ‘S my fault for not tying you up in your room, where no guy could ever touch you.” He bits gently but possessively into the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. The action elicits a little mewl from you, which in return Caleb's finger digs into the meat of your hips.

Your hips rock involuntarily against his. Caleb makes a noise that's somewhere in-between a groan and a noise of shock. “Pips- don't move like that." His voice gravely. "I honestly don't know if I can control myself if we're just kissing.” He grumbled, his head falling into the crook of your neck.

You pause briefly, your breathing also erratic. Every fiber of your being is screaming for Caleb to bend you over the bed and fuck you but… He's your best friend, practically your brother at this point. He's been off limits in your mind as long as you can remember. You sigh. You open your mouth to tell him you should probably stop, but your hips shift involuntarily again. This time you feel it against your thigh. Caleb hisses against your neck. His bulge is big and solid as stone. Your mind goes from hesitant to suddenly very aware of how close Caleb is to your throbbing cunt. The ‘I think we should stop, for our friendship.’ get caught in your throat.

“Hey pretty girl, I'm uhh kinda… dying here. What are you thinking about? If you're too scared to say we should stop, it's okay I understand I got carried aw-""Caleb." You cut him off. “Fuck.. please." A whine rips through your throat as you grind your hips again, this time more deliberately. Caleb's head shoots up to meet your gaze. "Pipsqueak, are you sure? This is… I don't know if I can hold back at all if you give me the okay.” His eyebrows furrow, searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation. “I… I don't want you to hold back.” You bite your lip. “Please touch me Caleb! Please jusnnghh!!"

He cuts you off by connecting your lips again. His hands hook under your thighs, man handling you underneath him as you back hits your mattress. " You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you under me.” His voice is dangerously deep before he kisses you again. It's messy, teeth clashing. His hands tow with the hem of your shirt, he pulls back briefly to lift the fabric over your head. His breath hitches as his eyes rake over your bare breasts. " Fuck me pips… Your tits are so perfect.” His lips find your neck again, kissing a steady line down your neck, to your collar bones and finally down the valley of your breasts. You mewl as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on them, while his other hand dances on the edge of your shorts.

" Last chance pretty, are you sure?” You huff slightly. “Caleb please, just stop talking.” He chuckles darkly. “Okay okay, so impatient." In one false swoop he takes your shorts, along with your underwear off. Caleb's hands still on your inner thigh. He sucks in a breath. "Jesus Christ pips, you're gonna be the death of me.” His voice gravely. His fingers find your slick folds with astonishing ease. He groans when he feels how wet you are. You whimper as his finger runs up and down your folds, not quite giving you the friction you needed, but just enough that you could feel your entire body buzz. "All this for me? Or for that stupid date you were gonna go on?” He practically growls possessively against your skin.

Huh?

RIGHT!

You had a date…

Poor boy is probably sat at the restaurant twiddling his thumbs by now.

Caleb's fingers rip your thoughts out of you as he glides two of them inside your drooling cunt. "Nah uh pretty girl, I'm greedy I want all your attention right now. “ He nips at your neck again. His fingers pump in and out of you at a pretty lazy pace. It's just… it's not enough, your horny, your pussy is practically begging for him. “Caleb…” you grumble, softly. "If you want something you have to ask. I can't read your mind, Pips.” He murmurs with a shit eating smirk. “You know what I want though" You whine, your hips bucking to prove your point. His hands still completely, you let out an involuntarily huff at the loss of contact. His head rises from the crock of your neck to make eye contact with you directly. “All you have to do is ask." You would but… Your pride…

As if Caleb could sense your stubbornness, his own hips grind against your thigh. He's incredibly hard… and impossibly big. Your eyes shoot to his again as color flashes over your cheeks. You know what, fuck your pride! " Caleb please fuck me. Please….I need to feel you inside." It comes out rushed and airy. His lip twitches slightly. “See, that was so difficult." He coos, before tugging his jeans down along with his own undergarments. His cock practically slaps his lower abdomen, he wants you as bad as you want him. If that weren't enough evidence you can see the precum already dribbling out his leaky tip.

He spits in his hand and wraps it around his cock. Giving it a few good strokes for good measure, before he grabs your hips, lining himself up with your sloppy folds. "If it's too much let me know.” His free hand interlaces his fingers with one of your hands, it would be a very wholesome and intimate gesture under different circumstances. Then you feel his tip slide slowly into you. Caleb's hand grips you tightly and his head finds itself back into the crook of your neck. " Fuck fuck you feel so good, so incredibly tight…” he his voice wavers slightly. It's taking every ounce of control he has not to flip you over and plow your brains out. Not today.

He pushes deeper inside you, once his hips are flush with your you suck in a deep breath. Caleb places kisses along your neck, giving you ample time to adjust to his size. After a few minutes of him murmuring sweet nothings into your neck you wrap your legs around his hips. “Caleb…m holy fuck please… please move I can't-" that all the permission he needed. His control snaps like a thread, he pulls almost all the way out of you completely before snapping his hips back against yours.

He lets out the pretty whiny moan you've ever heard. “So perfect for me" he picks up speed. “So wet.” His hips slap against yours. " So perfect…" He’s so deep you can see your stomach budge as he slams in and out of you. “Your pussy was made for me- fuck- Christ.” Your finders dig into his biceps. The knot in your stomach was quickly unraveling. “Mmm Caleb I'm close…” Your voice sounds foreign to you, it's high pitched and whiny. “Aww don't worry pips, fuck come for me sweet girl." He croons, and thrusts his hips particularly hard.

His tip brushes against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl, and you break. White spots full your vision as you toss your head back against the bed, a whiny moan ripping through your throat as Caleb fuck you through your orgasm. His teeth clench as he feels your oversensitive slit flutter around his length. Caleb snaps his hips a couple more times before he comes, fast and hard inside you.

Exhausted and panting he pulls out of you, eliciting an overstimulated hiss from you then he collapses on top of you reburying his face in your shoulder. Normally you would complain about him being too heavy but in this instance it was kind of warranted and welcomed. He sighs, into your neck before placing a delicate kiss on the bruise that is blooming nicely on the hollow of your throat. “So…I think friends don't really do what… what we just did.” You murmur shyly, still attempting to catch your breath. Caleb's quiet for a moment. “They don't." “Sooo… what now?" You gnaw on your lower lip. “I don't know… but I liked that- not just the sex I mean kissing you and… Pips I really really like you? I figured you'd known all these years but now that we've thrown all caution to the wind I figured I just say it.”

You open your mouth to say something, respond properly to his confession but you get a message on your phone again.

“Hey it's been like 30 minutes? Are you showing up or did you ghost me?"

My master list is here!

[thatzombiecat]

MY DARLING BOYOOOO !!!!!!!! IT HIMMM😭😭💕💕

what an unexpected treat to wake up to today I'm POSITIVELY SHAKING AAAAA THANK YOU DEARRRR he's an absolute treasure :'3

OC: Vincent Emmanuel Andar (von Valancius)

ahh Vincent my beloved <3 the handsome rascal borrowed from @thatzombiecat

[kroviznos]

Only the stars will hear us

Mtmte Megatron x Cybertronian reader

Slow burn | Enemies to lovers | Forbidden love | Class differences | Contrast | Maybe?? Hurt/comfort

♡-Part 1. Barrier

Summary: Cybertrobian aristocrat, once a star of the stage, now writes an operetta about pre-war Cybertron. In search of authenticity, she turns to the last bot she’d ever want to ask. He sees in her everything he fought against. But art, like flame, melts ice

Warning: This is the first time I've written fan fiction, English isn't my native language. This story will be narrowly focused enough and more tailored to my character. But I didn't say her name so you could frame yours. I'd love to hear your suggestions for the next chapters.

Strange things always happened on the Lost Light. It was no surprise, after all; the most diverse bots had been gathered here: different classes, from different places, even different factions. But these differences didn't stop them from banding together and standing against the obstacles on the path to the Knights of Cybertron.

The Lost Light had room for everything: friendship and enmity, work and leisure, science and art. Theatrical arts weren't particularly popular. But that didn't stop the small theater on the lower deck from regularly staging new productions.

You deleted yet another draft of the libretto. Nothing was right; none of the arias captured the atmosphere you wanted to convey. You had sung arias hundreds of times about love, patriotism, death, tragedy—all the things the high-class Cybertronians had wanted to hear before the war. But you had never had to play a worker. You sighed wearily, remembering your pre-war years. You hadn't been as forgiving towards ordinary mechs back then as you were now. In those days, you would have just laughed at the suggestion of playing a miner or a cleaner.

The charging station looked more appealing with every cycle spent at the desk. The bright light of the datapad stung your overtaxed optics; the optical cleanser blurred your vision; your processor yearned to switch to power-saving mode; the quiet hum of the ship grated on your nerves. You longed to finish your work and rest. However, old habits wouldn't allow it. Until the work was done, charging was out of the question. When yet another thought about switching to power-saving mode flitted through your processor, you stood up. Leaning on the desk with your hands, you gathered your thoughts. Was it really worth continuing now, or would it be better to hand this work off to someone else? Perhaps you should let go of your thoughts and change your surroundings.

The ship's corridors were empty at this hour. Most bots were already resting, except for a few poor souls suffering from insomnia. You dragged your feet wearily, barely looking at the path ahead. It felt good not to have to think about grace for once. The drab gray walls did nothing to lift your spirits, and the dim light made you even sleepier. The distant stars visible through the windows were a universal source of inspiration: everyone found in them what they sought; be it joy over a newly acquired home on the Lost Light, or sorrow for fallen comrades. Your mind was empty. Your optics were focused more on scanning the corridor ahead than on the endless expanse of space.

Until a silhouette appeared in the distance. A large frame barely illuminated by the muted lamps. Its silver color almost blended with the ship's interior, but its face was clearly reflected in the glass. Megatron stood motionless, arms crossed over his chest. The crimson glow of his optics lit up his face, weary from millions of years of struggle. He was staring off into the distance, not even noticing your approaching footsteps. You, however, upon seeing him, straightened your posture and lifted your head, continuing your approach. Now you moved quietly and smoothly, as if on stage.

Moving closer, you called out to him:

“Captain?” — He flinched at the sharp sound, turning his head sharply towards you — “Aren’t you charging at this hour?” Contempt flickered across his face for a second, replaced by his usual grim expression. He was not pleased that his contemplation had been so rudely interrupted. Now, with someone else present, there was no point in staying here.

“I’m leaving now,” — his rough voice cut through the corridor’s silence. This sound was a stark contrast to your soft voice.

Since he’d expressed his desire to leave himself, all that remained was for you to take his observation spot and sink into your own thoughts. But a sudden idea made you call out to him again.

— Wait! — You hadn’t expected your own action. You lowered the hand you’d slightly extended in his direction. You still hoped he hadn’t heard or would ignore you, but Megatron, who had already taken several steps towards his quarters, stopped and turned around. He said nothing. He just looked at you questioningly, waiting for you to continue. — I wanted to talk to you. May I ask you a few questions?

—Why? - He already suspected what questions you might ask him. Something about the Decepticons, the war—things he had no desire to discuss.

-Dear Captain, - you began, - I’ve resolved to create an operetta—from the libretto to the sheet music. It’s important to me that it carries genuine emotion. - You lowered your gaze slightly, embarrassed. You knew of Megatron’s literary talent—you’d even read some of his works—but asking him to speak of emotions seemed absurd.

-Crosscut and I want to draw more spectators to the theater. For that, we need a production that resonates with ordinary bots. I dare say neither I nor Crosscut can claim to be the best representatives of… well, the average mech.

-What kind of operetta? - Now he sounded more interested in the conversation. You gathered your words, searching for the right phrasing.

He paused, considering. He understood what you were getting at. Had your reputation been different, he might have agreed. But you? You weren’t the bot he wanted to reminisce with about his past as D-16.

-Read some books or ask someone else.

You clenched one hand in the other, unwilling to accept refusal. The war had changed you, yes—but some of your old spoiled nature still lingered.

-As a bot of art, you surely understand: theater is born from literature. Please, tell me more about your life before the war - You winced, disgusted by the pleading tone in your own voice. It was the same tone you’d once used to wheedle your mentor into buying you more precious gems.

He sighed heavily, turning his back to you. He didn’t have the energy to resist or argue.

-Tomorrow. Evening. - He didn’t specify a time, already walking away. You watched him go, the heavy thud of his footsteps fading. The stars illuminated his gleaming frame, their glare forcing you to focus on them instead.

Now, you were alone with the stars.

[snowflake194]

(x) July.

[luckyartdrawer]

The doodle page is COOKIN today! ngl I have no ideas for warm-up sketches, but I just really liked what I was able to dump on the page regardless, so wanted to share lol

Maybe one day I'll be able to doodle a ton. Please brain I beg of thee-

vvv Close Up's (Because I LIKE em!) below! vvv

[anchormain]

their faces are both very enjoyable to paint

[lordsanguiney]

Page of Adlers (view it in full for higher quality!!!)

Close ups (^_^)

[pepperpepi]

day 4 of drawing backgrounds because they scare me and i need practice

[sparxyv]

wonder what he's thinking about..

[snuuyfanged]

happy birthday to cassette beasts and happy birthday to me . passes out

(i've been meaning to do a larger scale image for cassette beasts for some time now and the anniversary coming up made me wanna draw something for it :])

[iwikpines]

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[denebrye]

Taking suggestions for what they're playing ↓↓↓

[ro-bee]

I know that The Bishops of Kiran were described as evil and well, not so redeemable characters, but in your Au is there going to be a genuine reconciliation scenario? Because I can't get a scene like the following one out of my head, maybe The Kraken (Daddy) or your version of Shamura (Sorry, I'm bad with names) Confront Kiran with something like: "Why don't you hate us? We literally tried to kill you" and Kiran says: "Because you are my family and I still love them", you can't tell me that something like that wouldn't break them emotionally, because let's be honest, if Kiran is the eldest, that means that they are alive because of him and at least there must be a little affection (Very very very deep in their rotten souls)

Anyway thats all, Also I wanted to tell you that your art Is my biggest font of comfort Now, your art Is amazing and you are amazing, hope you a nice day/night and take care of yoursel

ok so i want them to be redeemed someday ... it would take so much i think ...even more for two of them in particular

their relationship is difficult because they're still angry at kiran for their injuries and stuff

i'm still trying to figure out how their fight went but beside that... borovoi and keketh would be the frist ones to try to actually make peace with kiran, oh it would be emotional i think

they will cry and talk and cry again (kiki will cry tbh) and then hug

i mean they'll try to hug...

anyway for shamuda and nereus would be harder to forgive kiran... they can contain a lot of anger and spite

btw thank you for checking on me ^^ i'm not doing do great again but i keep going your words mean a lot <3!!!

[swampybogg]

Art trade for @/voidlus (twt & insta) - Ezra (OC)

[starlingfawn]

all my reasons gone

revenge for canyonswept on artfight

[ character drawn ] < not my oc

[ my artfight profile ]

[haikyuu-moments]

NEW HAIKYUU ART!!!! THEY LOOK PERFECT <3