#artistic tenderness 🎨

[hellish-heart-ships]

My babygirls. My waifus, the holy trinity 💝

[adostume]

Meet... Tender Sketch! <3 I've wanted to create sort of a mascot for my art accounts for a very long time & I finally felt inspired. Yes, she is an Alicorn. Yes, her magic colour is rainbow. And she wants to be everyone's friend! I hope you guys will like her. qwq

[thecapodomme]

THE MUSE 🎨🖌️

Paired Up: DOM! Trevante Rhodes As Zyair Malloy x SUB! Black Fem/Plus size Reader!

Background Music/ Song Inspired by @kittehkwrites

Word Count: 4,390 (Yikes, but not counting the lyrics)

WARNINGS: Mature Audiences: 18+, Minors DNI -(HEAVY Daddy kink, BDSM, SMUT, SMUT, MORE SMUT! PROFANITY!, Established Relationship, , Some use of AAVE, The N word, light Bondage, Breeding kink, Tease and Denial, Wax play ,Choking, Grabbing, Hair Pulling, spanking, Praise, Smacking of the face ,Fingering (F), unprotected sex , A BIT OF A LONG READ, Some grammatical errors because IDK WTF i'm doing! (Capo say sike..Right now. lol But Im deadass) ... and all over Nastiness. Did I miss anything?

DISCLAIMERS:

-DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK.

-DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Synopsis: In the glitzy world of art and indulgence, Zyair and Y/N reign as the epitome of a power couple, their magnetic connection sizzling with untamed desire. Their love story ignites from the ashes of Zyair's artistic stagnation, sparked by the fateful encounter at a decadent sex party. From that moment, their lives intertwine, fueled by passion and creativity, leaving behind a trail of whispered rumors and envious glances.

As their anniversary dawns, Zyair prepares for his long-awaited art show, his first since meeting Y/N. Yet, his thoughts stray not to the gallery's pristine walls but to the allure of his beloved, whose presence electrifies every inch of his being. The clock ticks away as Zyair's anticipation grows, his yearning for Y/N eclipsing all other distractions as he finally comes home.

But time slips away in the tender embrace of their love, their passion threatening to consume them whole. As the hours blur into a haze of whispered promises and heated caresses, Zyair and Y/N find themselves ensnared in each other's arms, oblivious to the outside world. They are late for the grand affair, yet in the realm of their intimacy, time holds no dominion.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @notapradagurl7 @henneseyhoe @browngirldominion @melaninpov @hwadam-stories @spaceslutsworld @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @skvrpion @westside-rot @tvchi @kittehkwrites @kindofaintrovert @lostgalaxies

A/N: first off ... I'M RUSTY OK. Also I'm a bit upset because my older brother was like "who writes fan fics anymore they're so passé." 🥹 I said am I not a writer? Did I not get a journalism degree? Did my teachers not push me to do this and saw something? He didn't have anything to say back. But anyway! Is this self indulgent? YES. Are you still going to enjoy it? YES! BRAIN ROT....? YEAH IM GLITCHIN'! Be easy this is my first Fan fic/Smut I'm nervous. I love yall! It's real nasty because... I want him to do this to all of us! Do you hear me?! Slight delay because I was transfixed with the dialogue. I was really trying to get the essence of Zyair. If this gets positive feedback There may be a Prologue, a part 2 , and a part 3 if y'all feelin' this! Like, comment, reblog.... if your heart so desires! 🫶🏽

It's been four years since Zyair's trial, and it was his first art show since then. Mea was long gone and probably still with her pinhead ass husband, and to think he really wanted to like her. He was breathing new life into his art, his name was cleared, and he was getting into his first real relationship. He found his ONE.

 Touring London and France during the summer months. His nights were long, and his days were short. You missed him whenever you hung up from talking with him all night or if he sent you a cute text. You knew he was premiering his new pieces from home tonight, and anything was possible with you on his arm.

Daddy: I'll be home later than usual. The show starts soon. Be dressed, be ready, and wear those heels I like. I'll come to collect you. You've been such a good girl. I can't wait to see you! This tour has been hectic.

You: Yes, Sir! I miss you more. Come home to me. ❤️🥺

Daddy: That's my Big Girl. I'm on the way. 

You gently placed your phone beside the claw foot bathtub on the vanity chair you'd drug over. The plush afghan carpet ruffled as you moved it to where you wanted it. The master bathroom on the first floor was spacious yet cozy.

An open shower in the back is made of dark marble and granite, and Zyair's closet is off to the left, surrounded by suits, ties, and his wardrobe. Although the loft was Gargantuan, unlike most places in Chicago, it had a makeshift industrial vibe that made it mysterious enough, you thought to yourself.

'It really needs a woman's touch.'

Drums and soft piano flooded your ears from the huge vinyl and Bluetooth sound system; you rifled through Zyairs' music collection all day. It was impressive, spanning from 70s soul to 90s R&B, which was very prized to his heart and his favorite genre. As you prepare to get ready as instructed by the love of your life, it always helps soothe your soul and set the mood for a night in the city.

You peeled out of your I murdered my husband's robes, Pinned up your waist-length Goddess locs, and began to run a bubble bath. Candles illuminated the floor, glinting your umber skin into the floor-length mirror beside the vanity.

You carefully sluiced a toe into the roaring torrent to test its temperature. With a satisfied grin, you plunged into its warmth and shut off the water; the suds were cloud-like and steamy, clinging to every part of you, and the scent of damask roses filled the air. Toni's contralto caressed you.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-oh oh-ooh Baby...

Relaxation couldn't even begin to explain the euphoria encircling you. You've bagged the hottest artist in Chicago, are engaged to be married, and have much to look forward to as you start life with Zyair.

You hum along with the song as you grab your pink African exfoliating net, scrubbing from top to bottom. Occasionally, you slump your hand out to hold your phone in case he calls, or any texts from his art assistant flash across your dimly lit iPhone 15.

Head Bopping along to the beat and your legs kicking water onto the floor as you half danced in the tub. You were so bewitched by your daydreaming and bathtub concert that you couldn't hear a pin drop.

Arriving into the lot and slowly turning the corner, shined chrome and black wheels approached the entrance and parked, with a thud from the door to the Range Rover, where his driver let him off.

Since you been gone I been hanging 'round here lately With my mind messed up

Zyair stepped out of the vehicle in all black as usual; A pin stripped, short sleeved, button down shirt, noir wife beater, Prada slacks, and matching boots.

He quickly approaches the gate to the elevator, which was now broken. He shook his head in annoyance, and a frown curled at his lips when he realized. "Always on some bullshit," he scoffed.

A flick of his wrist, he checked the time. The gold bracelet draped on his wrist, twinkling in the light from the cars going in and out. He began descending up the inside stairwell to the third floor toward the loft.

With solid traces, he rose from the staircase. Slowly, he closed the exit door, hoping you didn't hear it squeaking to lock. Crossing the downstairs living room floor, he passed leather chairs, scattered and unfinished art pieces, and an acrylic-adorned curtain. He crept behind the curtain and into the room.

Jumped in my car Tried to clear my mind, didn't help me I guess I'm all messed up now, baby

His gait was slow yet boisterous. His hand behind his back, and he bounced a little with one foot pointed firmly in front of the other, walking straight and tall. His presence was always known in a room. He held a box of two dozen long-stem roses and a rounded, substantially sized jewelry box.

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Meanwhile, you'd already gotten out of the tub as the first verse goes into the chorus. The Whirl of the water rushing out of the tub feels loud against the empty room. You check your messages once more and check the time yourself: 8:30 p.m.

As soon as I jumped into my ride Those memories start to play, yeah A song comes on, on the radio And there you are, baby Once again!

Rubbing your body in Fenty butta drop lotion for an unforgivable glow, you look into the long-length mirror to the side of your makeshift vanity.

You pull on your raven-colored thigh-high stockings, bra, and Lacey panties with the corseted back, putting your talons into your mouth as you turn and take in yourself. The finishing touch is a generous dab of merlot lipstick and a flick or two of eyeliner and mascara after setting your foundation.

Nodding as if to say, 'Im that bitch.' You slipped on your coveted Dior patent calfskin sling backs, carefully lifting each foot to get each one on. Admiring your supple breasts, hips, and bountiful assets. From all angles.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me And it's all because of you...Hoo!

Zyair's panther-like proximity took you by surprise. He cocked his head to the side while taking in the sight of you setting down his gifts for you on the counter of the bathroom.

You didn't hear him stride up behind you. His hands gliding up your hips, and his luscious beard cuddling into the crook of your neck. Taking in your scent and his full lips, kissing your clavicle.

It made your heart palpitate. You felt his hands snake up past your bra as you relaxed into his embrace, letting your tensions melt into him. That familiar cologne of sandalwood and pimento that you adored wafted into your nasal cavities as his hand gripped your neck ever so gently but slightly, applying pressure.

"You look incredible, Y/N. Stay just like this." Zyair says in his full-bodied baritone, sounding like heaven to you after so long. Nibbling your ear into his mouth with a playful bite.

He was watching you in the mirror, hunched over you a bit as he towered above because of how short you were compared to his six-foot stature, hugging you to his manhood.

Your ass pressed against his inky slacks. You turned around out of his grip and held his high cheekbones into your manicured, blood-red nails, Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as he gripped and massaged your ass from above, making you stand on your tip toes and your breasts heaving into his Adonis-like abdomen.

Since you been gone I keep thinkin' about you, baby It gets me all choked up This heart of mine keeps dreamin' of you And it's crazy, babe

"I missed you. You were gone all month. I thought we'd never have alone time."You sighed into his parted lips, trailing butterfly kisses from the pronounced girth of his neck down to his Aureate-colored chains that sat right on his sternum.

Zyair respired, and his massive pectorals flexed in unison with your smacking lips as you kissed every inch of his chest through his open-collared shirt. Looking at you in the mirror, he stopped your assault of smooches by holding your hand.

"I know I miss you when I'm gone too,Baby girl. A nigga can't stop thinkin' bout you." He gently pulled you towards him, giving you that boyish grin and a flash of those to-die-for ivories as he clasped your lower back.

His bulging frame surrounded you as he stood back with your hand in the air, making you twirl like a Princess.

Before he sat down causally onto the vanity chair and embraced you in a hug between his thighs and a gentle kiss on the forehead, he bent over to grab the things he'd laid on the counter, brandishing them before you. He gave you the rounded jewelry box first.

Sitting back, his posture was relaxed and confident to the side, and his right foot bore the weight as he man spread all alpha, chocolate, and delicious.

You'd think I'd had enough, yeah Soon as I get you out my head I'm in my car again, ooh darling Just one request from the radio I'm back in love, sugar Once again!

"Mmh, Look at you girl. "He breathed in satisfaction, looking as if he could eat you right then and there. His tongue glides over his bottom lip, and his eyes darken with lust. You giggled and rubbed his thigh as you looked into his face. 

You squealed with excitement and vigorously shook the box, dancing in place. "What is it!?" touching it to your ear as if you could guess from the sound.

Zyair huffed a chuckle and looked at you, shaking his head. "You goofy lil' mama." he stroked his hand down his beard while looking at you.

Once you were done playing the guessing game, you unwrapped the thing like it was Christmas and you were the luckiest girl on the planet.

Wrapping paper, bows, and cards with the company name on them flew up in the air and scattered onto the bathroom floor. You got to the gilded piece.

It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me

"You like it, Baby?" Zyair cooed, his voice deepening.

"Baby, I don't need this. I have so much alr- "He stopped you before you finished.

"Nah... nah... this is totally different. Unique even. You've earn't it, haven't you? "He says with a slight Louisiana drawl, his shoulders moving as he laughed.

"Y—You're going to collar me, Daddy? "You flung your hands around his thick neck and embraced him. Your eyes watered from his compassionate actions.

"You're the only one I think about and want to be with. I said why the hell not? " He smiled and played with your hair, twirling it between his nimble fingers.

Zyair took the collar from your hands, holding it carefully in the box. He took out the skinny key and unlocked the seamless hinge to open it. You stood in front of him, back turned toward him so that he could put it around your neck.

His hands gently placed the jewelry around your neck and shut it closed using the same key. Tracing it with his finger and mouthing "Mine" while you both look in the mirror.

You looked into his dark eyes with love, facing him as he leaned in to lick your lips and kiss you.

His fingertips turned white as he gripped onto your curvaceous hips, picked you up, and set you atop the stand-alone double sink vanity. You pull him into you by his belt loop and wrap your thighs around his muscular waist.

And it's all because of you It's just another sad love song Racking my brain like crazy (Like crazy, babe) Guess I'm all torn up And be it fast or slow It doesn't let go Or shake me (Whoa, baby)

The both of you all tongues and slobber each other down until you feel his long fingers curling under the silky crotch of the fabric of your lingerie.

You felt the sting of his teeth latch under your jaw as he bites into your neck. You hiss in want.

"Ahh, Zyair..." You breathe into his neck, rubbing down his back.

"Take this shit off. You ain't gonna need it."

He growled as you heard the sharp rip and crack of the cloth coming away as he tugged them off of your body.

His hands fondle and squeeze you until he finds your clit; your body bows from his encircling rhythm as he massages your nub with the fingertips of his index and middle fingers.

The cold from his ring on that finger makes you tense up and sigh. He licked from head to toe with his enormous tongue covering you.

He stops suddenly at your waist. You whine and squirm, but he's holding your arms above your head and looking straight into your eyes.

He licks his lips and winks at you, curling them in that bad boy fashion as he unbuckles his pants achingly slow with one hand, standing up slowly.

You watch, sitting straight up as he holds you, watching him pull pleasure from your inner depths against with your back against the tile of the wall.

His dick threatened to poke you through his Black and Gold PSD briefs. He moaned as he pressed against you. You moaned and purred back at him.

Here come the strings Then somebody sings Only takes a beat And then it starts killin' me, darling Only takes one note, I tell ya From that radio It's just another lonely love song

"Let me take it out, Daddy... please..." you said through gritted teeth, never breaking eye contact. Your breath hitched in your throat and went dry from his persistent teasing.

"Beg for it, and don't waste no time." He looks down at his growing and tenting hard-on, bites his lip, and raises his brow at you, looking back at you with the same taunting look.

You looked confused and in need as you ached for him. Smirking and pressing his lips to your ear as you struggled.

"Use your words. Or we're going to be late."

You begin to break into a cold sweat as droplets appear on your forehead. Trying to comprehend how to get out of this predicament, you slowly open your mouth to say something.

Still, by that time, Zyair was already bringing you down to your knees and grabbing your Goddess locs while ordering you to keep your hands behind your back.

He didn't hesitate as he stood over you, his slacks and boxers down his muscular physique. All you could do was look up at him, mouth drooling at the sight of him.

"Gon' come over here and Suck me," he said mercilessly in a dangerous tone. His voice echoed through the bathroom and made your chest vibrate. You did what you were told.

The way he only emphasized SUCK with feeling made your lower limbs thump with elation. You were already dripping but tried to hold out.

Your breathing increased with each moment that you realized you weren't filled up with his dick. Veiny, beautiful, and thick. You lick your lips in anticipation.

"Mmh, that's my BIG GIRL. What you gonna do with it?" His moans send you shock waves as he insists on teasing you. You use both hands to wrap them around his thick member not sure if it's a rhetorical question or if he was using it as a mind fuck.

Damn.

Zyair snaps your head back against the marble of the vanity. "I can't hear you, Bitch. "He snarls. "I asked you a question."

You squeal at the force and nearly yell from your tummy. " What Daddy told me to!!!!"

He chuckles that deep, devilish laugh again as he releases your hair. Your breathing becomes even more ragged, and you shudder at the sound. 

Before he's even done, he grabs the back of your head and forces his hard length deep into your throat. The mere shock causes you to sputter and choke.

With no room to run or breathe, he fucked into it, fisting your hair, making you bend over on all fours as he leaned down over you, smacking your ass precisely on your cheek, leaving it fiery, making it ache and jiggle, gripping your supple flesh as he went to trace a finger down your drenched slit at the same time. He moans, watching the recoil.

You gently swayed your hips from side to side as he played in your wetness, not wanting him to stop as you tried to keep up the pace. He was enjoying being sadistic with you, but it was a first that he hadn't been gentle before.

"Take it all, Mama. Don't stop."

Sucking in a sharp breath at your failed attempts to come up for air.

Coaching you as you did so, using your hair like a lever, tugging at it to make you go deeper and deeper by the inch.

Your legs automatically closed onto his wrist as he sucked his fingers and dipped a few inside you, your essence pooling around your opening.

He dipped his middle finger, then the second finger, taking his sweet time alternating. Making you writhe below him. Soaked and needy was the name of the game.

He twisted and pumped his fingers inside, leaving you leaking around them.

You glucked and gagged on his dick and hissed as he inscribed you just enough to make you whine.

Your gurgling and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, and he wouldn't let up. Looking down at you, biting his lip in pure bliss.

"That's it...Just. Like. That." eliciting a low moan from his lips. You looked into his eyes as your eyeliner smeared down your face from the tears. Making it hard for you to see.

The constant smacking, gagging, and slurping made you close your eyes tight.

The twinkling flames of the candles melting onto the floor and his chiseled face coming in and out as you tried to stay alert. The noises turned you on more than the act. Until you felt a welting smack to the face.

"Look at me. I don't want you focusing on nothin' else." his breath shuddered, and he kept up the same pace until he got tired.

You whimpered from the sudden flush of pain. But kept going, your hands still behind your back. His strokes became less frequent as he slowly slid his dick out of your mouth to the tip.

He was done using your mouth for now. Removing his fingers from your pussy, sucking them clean like he hadn't eaten in days, and cupping a hand under your chin as he stood up at his full height, looking intensely into your eyes like he'd never seen you before.

A soft kiss to your mouth, and You popped him out with a plopping noise and began to jerk and stroke him. A chain of spit latched from your crimson lips to his thick manhood.

"Hold that thought, Princess." He smiled as he walked to the other side of the bathroom. You watched, still in the same position he left you, as he gathered up a slow-burning candle from the floor.

Walking back over to you, he tested the temperature on his inner arm. Nodding and pleased with the degree, he approached you.

"Down." He commanded gruffly.

You used your hands to lower yourself onto the floor on your stomach and breathed in nervously as Zyair stood above your head.

Looking up, he looked even more Godly as you viewed his body from this view below.

You settle, and he crouches beginning to pour some wax onto the middle of your back.

You groan in pain, but as the sting settles into a numbing puddle, your senses begin to awaken.

Some beads down into your ass cheek. He waits to pour more onto the back of your neck and shoulders. You flinch with each interaction.

"Mmmh... " You softly moan; you fidget with anticipation of the next drip.

"You Aight Pretty? " He asks.

"Oh, that feels so good. Daddy," your eyes closed, and your mouth slung open.

"It's been a minute." He says with amusement. "I knew you'd like it."

He pours two more burning spots onto your ass cheeks, stands, and blows the candle out, placing it onto the vanity.

Turning his head so as not to blow any ash or soot into your face, and gently pulls you up.

He sat you back into the plush red and gold vanity chair, his lips meeting yours once more, kissing you down your body, and His tongue engraving tiny circles over your neck and down your breasts. slipping off your bra down your shoulders. You trembled from his touch.

His hands cupping one after the other, his skilled tongue lapping and suckling onto each as he goes from one to the other. You groaned as he bit down and tugged with his front teeth.

"Mmh... Fuck.." you shuddered and gasped at him playing with your body in this way.

Suddenly he lifts you up into the air and parts your legs, holding your weight onto his broad shoulders, suckling and licking your clit into his mouth and greedily scooping his tongue over your soaked folds.

Shoving his tongue in between, you yelped from the sudden waves of pleasure hitting you, and just when it started to get good. He denies you yet again.

Sitting you back down in the chair, he pauses as he lifts each leg and purposely slings your thighs over his shoulders.

Anchoring you by holding the chair, leaving wet kisses down your ankles, and spreading your inner thighs to give them some love, too.

Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed the back of his burst fade as you yearned for him to be inside you.

Reaching out to touch his stomach, his dick poking that triangle made between your legs. You subconsciously thought about shoving his dick inside you. But knew better than to try him.

"Oh fuck baby... Please." You tried to stop him from toying with you, but he only glared at you.

"Please, what? PLEASE WHO?" He asked with a flair of arrogance, tipping your chin up.

" ooouuue.. Daddy..." You whispered.

"Yeah, Be a good girl, Y/N, and be still fo' me." With fervor, he lined himself up at your entrance, stroking himself a bit, holding your head from above to make you watch him slide into you.

"Sssss.... Fuck I missed this pussy, and I missed you so much." He entered you tip first. Forcing himself out and plunging in again profoundly, making your head go back.

"Z-ZYAIR!" you cried out in response to his torture.

Repeatedly dipping himself into you again and again… he was halfway in and hadn't even begun to bottom out this time.

He wrapped his large hand around your neck, and both of you groaned in unison. as he made one swift pump into your creamy nectar.

"Mhm, You feel allat baby? "He coaxed.

You grimaced and blurted out, "Fuck, just fuck me....!" you said, almost screaming. You couldn't take much more as you needed him like water.

smugly looking into your soul he swooped up the chair with you in it, and your body went limp as he slammed into you, filling you up like never before. Leaning into you just enough at an easy tilt that was nothing for him.

The man pressed 350 pounds or more, and this was light work. Your walls clenched down in unison with his pounding strokes, your calves flailing out from over his inner elbows but holding you in place just the same while he kept you right where he wanted you by the seat.

A gut-wrenching moan came from the depths of your stomach as you held onto his shoulders; you leaned into him, the chair leaving the floor as he powerfully thrust into you at the same time.

"You so fuckin' pretty like this." He grunted and praised you as all life had left your body, and nothing was left but the room spinning. You gave way to him, and moans started to escape you. 

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck! Daddy! YES," You pleaded and panted in pleasure as he bounced into you non-stop. Through hooded eyes, he watched you getting so close.

Zyair being the pleasure Dom he was is paying attention to how your body heaved and pulsated around him. He slowed, pounded, and roughly used his hips to kiss your cervix as he continued to try to break into your walls.

With calculated potency, he taunted you as you pushed him away, scratching at his abs.

"Na, this is what you wanted, right? Take it," He whispers.

hitting your hands away with one hand. He bucked his hips, going upwards and faster by the second.

In a swift motion he's putting you down on the floor in the chair as your body convulsed in complete surrender.

Your juices gushing in a splash of release. He grunted as your walls cradled his length, still deftly stroking into you, But he wasn't done with you yet.

Zyair moved you from the chair and bent you over in front of him while clutching your neck, his fingers curling on your throat. Dog walking you around the bathroom while pinning your ass to his hips.

He kisses your cheek lovingly as your moans echo throughout the room.

"This shit is mine, Hm?" He asked.

"FUC- FUCK!..."  

Your gaze followed Zyair's as you looked back and moved around the bathroom.

You mewed and tried to hold onto anything your hands could find. Rough, long, and hard thrusts make your thighs quake with ecstasy.

You felt his hard abs and balls hit against your clit as he dug into you. His hands squeezing yours comforted you yet made you weak for him as he took control once more.

The squelching and wetness from you only fueled him as he tried to fuck the shit out of you.

"Look atchu creamin' all down my dick and enjoyin' this shit, little girl."

Your eyes fluttered as his words did something to you. You saw stars behind your eyes as you felt wobbly and tense. Your orgasm growing near.

You found the wall to hold yourself up with, looking out into the living room, your claws digging marks into his palm as you grunted.

He chased you with his own release by going harder, pounding, swiveling his hips, and moving his hand to the back of your head, keeping your makeup-stained cheek pressed against the cool cement of the wall.

"SAY IT! " He hummed in your ear.

"ZYAIR! " You came instantly.

You screamed as you squirted all over the floor of the bathroom, making it hard for both of you to stand. Inaudible cursing and degrading remarks flew from his mouth as he nodded in gratification.

You felt warmth rush over you as he sprayed your walls with his seed. He purposely fucked it into you as you tried to squirm away. Removed his hand from your face to open your ass and watch as he made you take all of his kids.

His strokes slowed as the last of your leaking subsided. Both sigh in relief, Holding you by your hips and kissing over your neck as if he couldn't breathe without you. He smiles, holding you against the wall.

"I guess we're late ain't we." He laughs through a smile, his eyes crinkled at the ends as he looks at you.

"Aht, Aht! Fashionably." You taunted.

"You've been in my collection again?" He says with amusement.

"AND WHAT ABOUT IT!? " you rolled your neck in a comical attitude.

"I told you what that does to me, girl. You know nothing about that. My momma gave me those albums. "

"Let's shower before we miss our anniversary party".

With a hard smack on your ass as he grabs towels from the hooks on the walls running playfully after you, your laughing excitedly getting a head start as the last notes of the song come to a staccato.

So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, darling) So sad, sad love song Ooh, I heard it on the radio last night So sad So sad, so sad (Sad, baby) So sad, sad love song (Ooh) You got me singin' another love song all night, darling...

P/C: If you'd like to be added to my Tag list just say so it's MAD OPEN! i'll be glad to add you. I really do hope ya'll enjoyed it. Lord knows I had a time writing it for ya'll!

Special Shout out and a thank you to: @megamindsecretlair @notapradagurl7 @melaninpov @browngirldominion @nahimjustfeelingit-writes For bullying me..... (Nah just kiddin!) For making me see this through. all inspirational to me and incredible moots!

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🌞 Yous allowed to be happy n cweates yous own sunshinies!

🌈 Yous allowed to follow to da end of da rainbows!

🦋 Yous allowed to chase butterfwies!

🥳 Yous allowed to celebwate youself!

🌻 Yous allowed to stop n smell da flowers!

✨️ Yous allowed to wishies on stars!

🧸 Yous allowed to snuggles a stuffie!

🥸 Yous allowed to be goofy just for funs!

👽 Yous allowed to be weird n like weird things (da best people do)!

❤️‍🔥 Yous allowed to has passions n follow dem!

🖐 Yous allowed to has boundawies to keeps yous happy n healthy!

🫶 Yous allowed close loving connections!

🦹‍♂️ Yous allowed to play pretend (da most successful artist/writers/creators do)!

🦄 Yous allowed to be uniquely youself!

🍬 Yous allowed to treat youself sometimes!

🎠 Yous allowed to hold onto dat childlike wonder!

🚀 Yous allowed to reachies for da stars!

🌙 Yous allowed to gaze up at da moon in awe!

🍼 Yous allowed to enjoy da little things!

⛱️ Yous allowed to relax!

🎈 Yous allowed to has big hopes n dweams!

🪩 Yous allowed to party!

🎀 Yous allowed tenderness!

🎨 Yous allowed to creates!

🎮 Yous allowed to play!

💖 Yous allowed to loves n be loved! Most importantly... loves youself! 🥰

💖🌞💖🌞💖🌞💖🌞💖🌞💖🌞💖🌞💖🌞💖

[elucienweekofficial]

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Thank you to everyone who participated in Day 6 of Elucien Week!

We did our best to keep track of all of the tumblr contributions below, but if we missed anyone or made any mistakes please assume best intentions and kindly reach out to one of our mods! 🌸🦊

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📝Fics, drabbles, and poetry:

Tender Burn by @teddyhoneybear

…And Again Into the Light by @zenkindoflove and @crazy-ache

Take Control by @fieldofdaisiies

ACOWAR (Elucien's Version) by @crazy-ache

Boundless Hearts Entwined by @sonics-atelier

Long Live by @separatist-apologist

The Bloody Flowers by @shadowqueenjude

A Heart of Gold by @jules-writes-stories

Open Water by @itsybitsybluesy

Something About April by @starsreminisce

One Whisk Is All It Takes by @avabrynne

What Do You Know About Love? by @the-lonelybarricade

🎨Art:

Fearless commissioned by @melphss from artist @/zyulla

Elucien dancing in a storm by @climbthemountain2020

Fearless art and album covers by @tsunami-of-tears

Elucien dancing in a parking lot commissioned by @moonpatroclus from artist Vamorii

Elucien Love Story by @jadedbugart

Elucien Doodle by @jmoonjones

Fearless commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @/artby

Motherhood is Fearless commissioned by @foxlady3 from artist @/shinkxart

Fearless commissioned by @the-lonelybarricade and @separatist-apologist from artist @/v_fisch

Fearless by @shallyne

The Art of Seduction by @velidewrites

Elucien in Pokemon Onesies by @artedeabs

Prythian's Best Dressed commissioned by @acourtdelaluna

Unraveled: Elucien Moodboard and Playlist by @sad-scarred-sassy

Gardening Together by @nesta-apologist

Fearless by @lib-arts

🎶Misc:

Fearless Moodboard by @shadowqueenjude

Fearless Moodboard by @iheartfjords

Fearless Moodboard by @octobers-veryown

Fearless In Love Moodboard by @bookishwithathought

Fearless ( b r a v e ) Moodboard by @spore-loser

Fearless Moodboard by @shadowisles-writes

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Thank you as well to everyone who coloured today's Coloring Page!

Fearless coloring page by @sadiegirl2021

Fearless coloring page by @cauldronblssd

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If we missed one of your contributions, kindly reach out to one of our event runners!

Header art by @laxibbeb

[togaki-kun]

🎨 artist @craneace (commission)

I had the lovely pleasure of working with Crane on this project! ❤️ They did such an amazing job at bringing soft and tender emotions to this scene. Make sure to check out their commissions while they’re still open!

And, for those curious, you can find where this scene was inspired from at this fic here. 😉

[ink-and-dagger]

Featured banner art by @simply---words

The 'Drink With Me' Art Gallery🥃🎨

Displaying a collection of the world's finest fan art.

All works are split into five categories for easy browsing: Astrid, Silco, Astro Ship, General DWM, & Spicy, and are listed in chronological order of when they were posted.

If you've created any art for DWM that isn’t listed here then please let me know as it will have been my mistake!

All the links are to Tumblr posts unless specified. Please note I may update the list from time to time. Click the below link to head back to the main fic masterlist:

Drink With Me Main Masterlist 🥃

Finally, please don't forget to show these incredible artists some love by interacting with their work 💜

Astrid Art (Reader)

Blairs-Witch - Astrid

Leoxnin - Astrid wearing Silco's coat

Wood-white-writer - Astrid "I do not snore"

Grayhoodiesrule - Noir style Astrid

Foppish - Astrid

Designfailure56 - Astrid

Iseutz - Astrid

Foppishish - Astrid 'coward'

Coffee-oreo - Astrid WIP

Lizzthefrizzzz - Drunk Astrid doodle sheet

Lizzthefrizzzz - Astrid in the club blackout (Chapter 8)

Lemmielem - Astrid

Fenyafaraday - Astrid

LittleKittenAmy - Astrid (twitter link)

Coffee-oreo - Miku!Astrid

Artwithvivien - Astrid

Lizzthefrizzzz - Astrid in the warehouse (Chapter 17, tw; blood)

Sweet-candi - Astrid

Dad-dumpster - Astrid

Sleepietimegal - Catgirl!Astrid

Ink-and-dagger - Astrid

Designfailure56 - Soft bedroom Astrid with ring

Sleepietimegal - Astrid with Pokémon

Sleepietimegal - Astrid in low-back top

Vanhelsingsbigtoe - Astrid

Libbyrequiresescapism - Astrid in a suit

Silco Art

Whooshhhhhh - Silco's hip tattoos

Simply---Words - Silco's hip tattoos

Thesaltybuns - Silco fresh from the shower ft. hip tattoos

Pomegranatebat - Feral Silco (Chapter 14)

Lemmielem - Feral Silco (Chapter 14)

Aromansoul - Silco in office wreckage (Chapter 14)

Simply---words - Silco sleeping like an angel (Chapter 18)

Xeiling-skies - Smoking Silco with hip tattoos

Astro Ship Art (Silco x Astrid)

Soutzart - Astrid & Silco

Kofemate - Astrid & Silco smoking

Six-feet-sleep - Astrid fixing Silco's tie

U2dessertflower - Astrid & Silco dancing

Sleepietimegal - Astrid & howl!Silco

Thesaltybuns - Astrid in the rafters and Silco's 'wtf' face (Chapter 16)

Officially-grim - Astrid yanking Silco's tie (Chapter 15)

Lizzthefrizzzz - Drunk Astrid playing with Silco's hand (Chapter 9)

Grayhoodiesrule - Astrid & Silco tender moment (Chapter 13)

Shadowparcourt - Astrid & Silco sofa makeout (Chapter 11)

Jennithejester - 'Before lightning struck' (End of Chapter 13)

Simply---words - Silco & Astrid super serious and tense moment (Chapter 17)

Aviidus - Silco at Astrid's bedside (Chapter 17)

Aviidus - Soft Silco & Astrid asleep together (Chapter 18)

Simply---words - Astrid lovingly holding Silco's face (Chapter 18)

Grayhoodiesrule - Astrid & Silco asleep together (Chapter 17)

Kikiiswashere - Astrid doing Silco's hair

Libbyrequiresescapism - Astrid & Silco play wrestling (naked but fluffy)

Fluffydogboo13 - Astrid flirting her way out of chores

General Drink With Me Art

Whooshhhhhh - Chapter 9

Spirits-lament - Death AU

U2dessertflower - Astrid, Jasper & Max group photo

Indigo-Aspect - Slice of life at The Last Drop

Spirits-lament - Chapter 5 Riverside Conversation

Spirits-lament - Family photo (Astrid, Silco, Jinx)

Simply---words - Family photo (Astrid, Silco, Jinx) plus bonus surprise photo of Silco half-dressed

Sleepietimegal - Astrid & Jinx

Ace-of-zaun - Quote embroidery

Artssaholic - Group birthday pose

Fluffydogboo - Incorrect quotes comic (Ft. Astrid, Silco & Sevika)

Sleepietimegal - Bottle and rose (Chapter 18)

Lizzthefrizz - Beautiful Monster quote typography

Sygmarie4-w - Drink With Me Doodles

Silver-spoon-paper-plate - Astrid & Jinx

Fluffydogboo13 - Drink With Me Doodles 1 || Doodles 2

Fluffydogboo13 - Jasper & Astrid

Silcoitus - Fountain tradition

Spicy Art

The below art is NSFW - click with caution

Thesaltybuns - Silco & Astrid in the taproom (Chapter 12)

Lemonmancer - Silco & Astrid (twitter link)

Grayhoodiesrule - Astrid & Silco in the taproom (Virgin AU; Chapter 2)

Deny-the-issue - Silco & Astrid in ‘Shag Rug’ ficlet

[bardic-inspo]

I would love to ask you a million of these but I’ll settle for three (if you feel like answering them, of course)! 🥤 🧃🎨

Thanks for participating!!! 💛

Ahh you are so sweet, thank you so much!! 😘💜💜

[Writer's Truth or Dare Ask Game] 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

There are SO many massively talented writers out there, many of which are still on my ever-growing to-read list. I wanna send some love to @littlejuicebox's multichapter fic, Midwinter Carol, which I'm about halfway through and absolutely loving so far!

It has: Ascended Astarion! Pining for someone who's right in front of you! Divorced yearning! Beautiful, poetic prose! Just absolutely *chef's kiss* Astarion characterization! Such a compelling protagonist in Eirianwen. Girl has got backbone and I'm excited to get to know her more and see how she complements and challenges our boy. And just a the perfect balance of angst and flirty hopefulness.

The actual fic summary (below) is much better than mine. You can read the fic on AO3 or Tumblr:

Fifteen years after the Ascendant and his lover went their separate ways, they run into one another at Wyll Ravengard’s Midwinter Gala. One dance is all they share. A week later, a cataclysm of events, spurned by Eirianwen’s return, uproots the life Astarion had been building for himself. One thing is made certain: the elven sorceress is the key to any ounce of salvation he may have left, if only she stops slipping through his fingers like sand from an hourglass. But old habits die hard, and old feelings are pulled to the surface for both the elves. Astarion is forced to confront the wounds of his past and deal with the damage he's done while trying to run from himself. The Ascendant is forced to decide whether he will continue on his current path or forge a new one... perhaps one that leads him back to the love of his life.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

Hmm, I think I maybe talked about this on Twitter once, but not here. Well, I'm now pretty firmly in the agnostic (if not atheist) camp, but my parents pushed me to get confirmed as a kid (we were Lutheran). And I went to a church where, part of the youth group program was performing a traveling mime show of the passion story. Like, full on face-paint, black turtlenecks, miming Jesus getting crucified. There was a super eerie soundtrack and narration that went with it. Lots of drama over whether any of the girls could try-out for the Jesus role. Whipping sound effects. Absolutely no disrespect to anyone finding religious insight through art and whatnot. It just feels a little weird and uncomfy to me personally in retrospect. But then, religion really isn't for me. Most of the other confirmation programs I heard about my classmates doing had like, community service projects instead.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

My first commissioned piece of Astarion and my main Tav (Naomi) was just finished tonight and I'm riding a cloud about it. They're so soft with each other and the artist did such a lovely job 🥹

There is SO much incredible BG3 and Astarion art out there. This piece really stands out to me, too. I just love how they captured Astarion's tender expression here, and how lovely he looks in this lighting:

[eddy25960]

🎨 Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec’s ‘In Bed (Le Lit)’ provides a rare and intimate glimpse into the artist’s ability to capture raw human emotion. Completed in 1892-1893, this masterpiece is known for its tender depiction of two figures resting together in the warmth of bed. The soft brushstrokes and harmonious color palette convey a feeling of peace and unity, allowing viewers to sense the closeness shared between these two souls. Lautrec’s choice to focus on the intimacy of this scene rather than explicit details demonstrates his mastery of nuanced storytelling through art.

In this work, Toulouse-Lautrec transcends traditional boundaries by exploring the vulnerability and simplicity of everyday moments. He presents the subjects not as static figures but as individuals caught in a tender embrace, lost in the tranquility of the present. Their intertwined forms evoke the deep comfort found in companionship, revealing the artist’s profound respect for the complex layers of human relationships. It’s this ability to blend naturalism with emotional depth that sets Toulouse-Lautrec apart as a brilliant observer of humanity.

The painting embodies Lautrec’s post-impressionistic style, with an emphasis on color and emotion over realism. It’s a testament to his ability to portray private moments with authenticity, inviting viewers to appreciate the unguarded beauty of stillness and the closeness of shared silence. ‘In Bed’ serves as a timeless reminder that even in a bustling world, there are sanctuaries of peace to be found. 🌟

(Aurelius Studios)

[taekookielove0130]

Jungkook's Melody

A short story of about 200-300 ish words. I haven't been able to post much recently. An apology for that...

In the quiet corners of Seoul, where cherry blossoms whispered secrets, Jungkook and Y/N found each other. He was the brooding artist, lost in the hues of his canvas, while she was the girl with stardust in her eyes.

Their paths crossed at a dimly lit café, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the promise of something more. Jungkook’s fingers brushed against hers as he handed her a sketchbook, and in that fleeting touch, their story began.

He painted her laughter—vibrant strokes of crimson and gold—while she wove melodies into his heart. Y/N’s voice danced through the air, a symphony of longing and hope. Jungkook listened, entranced, as if her every note held the universe’s secrets.

Under moonlit skies, they traced constellations with their fingertips. Jungkook whispered poetry against her skin, and Y/N’s laughter echoed through the night. They became each other’s muse, their love a masterpiece painted across time.

But life, like a tempest, threatened their fragile canvas. Jungkook’s dreams pulled him toward distant horizons, while Y/N’s roots anchored her to Seoul. Tears blurred their sketches, yet love remained—the indelible ink that refused to fade.

On a rainy afternoon, Jungkook played his guitar, the chords echoing through their shared memories. Y/N stood by the window, raindrops tracing her cheeks. “Promise me,” she said, “that our love will be our eternal melody.”

He kissed her, tasting rain and forever. “Always,” he vowed, intertwining their souls like the ivy that clung to ancient walls.

And so, in the quiet corners of Seoul, where cherry blossoms whispered secrets, Jungkook and Y/N wrote their love story—a symphony of passion, painted with love’s brush, and set against the canvas of their hearts.

Their love story unfolded like a timeless ballad. Jungkook and Y/N faced trials and triumphs, their hearts etched with shared memories.

1. The Farewell: Jungkook’s art took him to Paris, where cobblestone streets whispered of forgotten romances. Y/N stood at the airport, her fingers tracing the edges of his sketchbook. “Come back,” she pleaded, her eyes mirroring the Seine’s melancholy waves. He promised to return, but promises are fragile things.

2. The Letters: Distance couldn’t sever their bond. Jungkook’s letters arrived like love notes from the cosmos. Y/N read them under the same moon that witnessed their first kiss. His words painted sunsets and star clusters, and she replied with verses that tasted of longing.

3. The Reunion: Years passed—a canvas of missed birthdays and silent anniversaries. Then, one autumn day, Jungkook stood outside her door. His hair held traces of silver, but his eyes still held constellations. Y/N’s laughter echoed through the hallway as she flung herself into his arms. “You’re my favorite melody,” she whispered.

4. The Eternity: They settled in a cozy Seoul apartment, surrounded by Jungkook’s paintings and Y/N’s melodies. Their love story became folklore—the boy who painted galaxies and the girl who sang them into existence. Jungkook’s hands found hers, weathered yet tender. “Our love,” he said, “is our eternal symphony.”

And so, in the quiet corners of Seoul, where cherry blossoms whispered secrets, Jungkook and Y/N danced through life—a masterpiece of love, painted stroke by stroke, note by note. 🌸🎨🎶

[iammistressofmyfate]

🎨

Hey Anon! Thanks for the ask!

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

Hmm... I have a lot of fanart I like but I think this is my (current) favorite

@cecikiwi is an incredible artist and they did an amazing job with Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov from Heated Rivalry and The Long Game by Rachel Reid. They just captured them so well and I love the way they're positioned in this piece. It's very soft and tender 🥺

[Truth or Dare]

[hellish-heart-ships]

Tw: past trauma and abuse mention

Waking up at 3am after dreaming about more trauma from my dad, and Kazumi being woken from my panicked shaking. He’s instantly in protector mode and asking what’s wrong, and taking me into his arms, holding me when I tell him about the dream. Telling me to breathe and focus on his voice. Placing gentle kisses on the top of my head while telling me I’m strong and admirable, that I’ve come so far, and that we have our own family and people who are here to love and support me no matter what may be troubling me. He refuses to go back to sleep until he’s certain I’m settled and that I’ve fallen back to sleep

[cuddlyclover]

Heya! I'm Cuddly Clover and welcome to my tuuuuumbl-sperience!

I'm a 36 year old trans femme living in the bay area who makes art, plays games, and smokes a lot of weed! The spirit of a great ancient oak inhabits me and sometimes I'm more garden than girl, but I try to always focus on growth.

I have a few different flavored tumblrs:

🐮This one!🐮 Here's where I try to keep it relatively sfw but I will always reblog fat art and positivity which may include some nudity, also, I'm a huge stoner so...weed stuff!

🎨Art blog!🎨 Here's where I post all my art with no words, reblogs are super encouraged and I really appreciate anyone who's interested in my arts 💕

🔞Smutzone!🔞 I'm also a bit of a perv. This blog is for posting my own smuts as well as appreciating other's smut and supporting sex workers and artists.

My messages are open, I love asks, and I wanna make friends!

🚨🔞 Minors DNI! 🔞🚨

🌸Be tender🌸

[mayamidnightmelody]

Audrey Tautou

Audrey Tautou, the French enchantress with a gaze that could melt glaciers, is a cinematic muse who embodies sensuality with effortless grace. 🎥✨ Known for her roles in whimsical films like "Amélie" and "Dirty Pretty Things," she captivates audiences not just with her acting prowess but also with her comfort in embracing her body and sensuality on screen. 🌟💃 Audrey's allure lies not only in her pixie-like charm but also in her ability to convey deep, intimate moments that resonate with themes of self-exploration and desire.

In her portrayal of characters navigating romance and identity, Audrey brings a palpable authenticity to her roles. 🌈💕 Whether it's her tender exploration of lesbian romance in "He Loves Me… He Loves Me Not" or the nuanced expressions of love in "Priceless," she delves fearlessly into the complexities of human connection. 🌺👭 Her performances are imbued with a sensuous allure, portraying intimacy with a tender vulnerability that speaks to the beauty of self-discovery.

Off-screen, Audrey exudes a quiet confidence in her own skin, often seen in fashion spreads where she effortlessly blends Parisian chic with a modern, edgy twist. 🇫🇷👗 Her style reflects her persona—elegant yet playful, daring yet understated, much like her approach to her craft. 🎨💋 Audrey's public persona hints at a woman who embraces her sensuality as an integral part of her being, unafraid to explore different facets of her identity both on and off camera.

In her personal life, Audrey Tautou is a beacon of individuality and openness, a woman unapologetically comfortable with her desires and passions. 🌹💫 Whether discussing her art or her personal journey, she embodies a modern spirit that celebrates freedom and authenticity. 🎨✨ Her ability to embody sensuality with depth and sensitivity makes her a muse not just for filmmakers but also for those who appreciate the beauty of human connection and self-expression.

Audrey's appeal transcends traditional boundaries, resonating with audiences worldwide who admire her blend of intelligence, charisma, and allure. 🌍🌟 Her exploration of sensuality on screen is a testament to her artistic integrity and her willingness to push boundaries, offering audiences a glimpse into the intricate tapestry of human emotions and desires. 🎭🔥 Whether clad in a simple blouse or a couture gown, Audrey Tautou embraces her sensuality with a poise and elegance that inspires admiration and awe.

In conclusion, Audrey Tautou stands as a modern icon of sensuality and self-exploration in cinema. 🎬💖 Her ability to embody complex emotions with a touch of whimsy and raw honesty sets her apart as a luminary in the world of film. 🌟💕 From her early breakthrough in "Amélie" to her mature explorations of desire and identity, Audrey continues to captivate and inspire, reminding us of the beauty in embracing our true selves—body, mind, and soul. 🌺💫

[madstronaut]

a little "palette" cleanser if you will 🎨 sorry i'll see myself out

obligatory faficowrimo masterlist link: https://www.tumblr.com/madstronaut/741107471699066880/faficowrimo-the-challenge-comment-on-every

Reading: imprimatura by @soapskneebrace

ahhhh one of the earliest soap fics i read and still makes me feel so tender and gooey when I think about it <3

I also loved how artist!reader’s first thoughts were “decadent muscle” HAHAHAHAHA SOAP WHO? I AM NOW CALLING HIM JOHN “DECADENT MUSCLE” MACTAVISH

“-his mouth rests at an angle that suggests he often smiles.”

fucking obsessed with this line!!!! what a description

Soap’s grip is firm, the kind of firm that suggests he can squeeze much, much tighter if he needs to. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰yesplease

You turn his arm to see it more fully. “Oh. Nice tattoo.”

He looks at the ink as if it is entirely new to him, and then gives an easy grin. “Thanks. I’ve got a few more too. coughicanshowyounowprivatelycough Hope they aren’t hard to draw.”

this whole interaction has me shredding my pillow in my jaws - not letting go after a too long handshake? turning his arm to admire the tattoo? soap brain going brr and acting like he’s just seen his tattoo for the first time? RRRAGHAHHHGHG

i love how she clocks the colors for his eyes and skin and names of his specific muscles as they move too <3 ughh the artist reader is so well fleshed out which is a particular favorite of mine when it comes to fics <3

“It looks as if he’s moving around the sticks of vine charcoal with one outstretched finger; he pulls his hand guiltily away when you reenter the studio, crossing his arms over his chest as if to hide the evidence of his snooping.”

once again whoever at infinity ward came up with soap’s journal/sketches needs a fucking raise and promotion; it’s one of my favorite bits of canon about him and the idea of him picking it up again post-deployment just makes my heart absolutely a c h e

Beauty is cheap in art, but you notice it all the same—appreciate the strong brows, the hard angle of his jaw, the dark stubble of a beard you suspect he can’t keep shaved down, and the long scar that cuts through it across his chin. The light brown of his complexion is speckled with sun exposure, and there are the faintest of creases at the corners of his eyes, which you expect will deepen into genuine, gorgeous crow’s feet as he ages.

loved this whole exchange but that last line once again almost made me tear up knowing canonically, we won’t get the chance to see him age…but in fanfic we can and will 🥹🥹🥹

He looks at you, and catches your survey. You can see him realize you’d been watching, the knowledge of it blooming in ocean blue eyes like ink dropped onto linen.

obsessed with this last line. imho this whole fic and the way its written is a work of art itself 💙💙💙💙

And now he’s looking at you—attention flitting across your face, dropping down your body and jumping back up to meet your gaze. mmm soap can give me elevator eyes any time

His smile remains, cocksure and easy. “Let’s.” 

“That’s a shame. I’m right partial to it.”

the amount of rizz imprimatura!soap has got me full-body blushin i stg but also artist!reader setting him up to knock it out of the park with those comments? “we don’t do foreplay in this studio” MY SIBLING IN CHRIST DO YOU REALIZE THIS STATEMENT CANCELS ITSELF OUT

“There’s not a hard angle to you, all sweet and soft, but when you meet his gaze during introductions there’s a sharpness to you that skewers him through the chest.” i fucking loooooooove when writers describe the “at first sight” moments

The corners of your mouth tug upward, just a bit, and you look away, clearly bashful. Something in Soap’s chest starts beating a drum. my realtime reaction: 👅 👅 👅 👅🥰🥰🥰🥰 

“You should,” you say, and he looks at your thigh shamelessly as you pat it—even beneath your jeans, he can see the ripple of the impact. mm yes proud members of Thick Thigh Save Lives Club rise upppp

He can’t help it—Soap’s imagination runs wild. Titanic, draw-me-like-one-of-your-French-girls wild. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA this is canon to me you cannot change my mind

i am also loving the keep calm and carry on professionalism of artist!reader in the face of having to contend with seeing naked soap

he has to resist the urge to flex. Instead he watches you as you look at him.

these small revealing lil bits make me absolutely feral for this soap

He half-wishes he could step out of his body and join you, curious as he is about what you’re seeing, what your students will see. 

me too, sir, me too. i also love seeing artist!reader through soap’s eyes as well

“First time someone’s wanted to run away when I’m takin’ my clothes off, I won’t lie—” fucking CACKLING at this line

besides the absofuckinglutely incredible writing and fleshing out of this lil meetcute - i did see author's note that she drew on her own time as a fine art major <3 <3 <3 <3 and honestly some of the best stories ive read drew from IRL experiences by writers - but the suggestions and possibilities of this fic post-mwiii is what makes this such a favorite for me, peeking through a window into one of the what ifs? of another possible longer lifetime and lifeline for our beloved soap <3

so many chef's kisses and flowers being thrown at you from me bracey 💕💕💕

[longeyelashedtragedy]

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?  🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

anon, sorry for the delay! after my interview yesterday i got super busy unexpectedly, but thank you for all your emoji prompts!

truth or dare ask game link

🍬 post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character let's see if i can come up with a new answer than the one i gave yesterday...idk...I have no real beef with trent alexander-arnold personally, but i can't figure out why he is so popular in fics?

❄️ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? well, it's about time i shouted out @protect-daniel-james here. this fic would be so hard to do, i think, though she works miracles regularly, but it would be amazing to see some frank sr/harry redknapp one-sided pining or brief awkward "we're just drunk" hookup, perhaps when the kids are little?

🦋 share something that has been on your heart and mind lately i really want to become less inhibited in my writing. i'm pretty...uninhibited in what i think about, but i have a shyness about putting it in writing. that frustrates me, because i want to contribute to more "interesting" fics in fandom. but i've always had this problem!

🎨 link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

i can't link it because it's...disappeared, but i have it saved. it's this šejan fanart by artist esparafuso:

it's just very...passionate and tender and hot, and the tattoo details are A++++, and it's just. agggh. RIP this ship

🧩 what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? i answered that here!

📚 what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

declan's first appearance in a fic:

The dining room is starting to clear out, but it’s one of those days where Aaron isn’t nearly bouncing out of his seat while eating, so Ben’s stayed with him.  How could he not.

Aaron flicks Ben’s cheek with a finger.  It’s a sharp feeling.  “Whatcha thinking, Benjamin?”

“I was thinking that you’ve been so calm today, but I think I’m changing my mind.”  He rubs his cheek and makes a face at Aaron.  

“Georgina’s always threatening to slip some pills into my breakfast,” Aaron says.  “Maybe today she did.  I’ll check when I get home.”  He stands up.  “Need to take a piss, wanna come?”

Ben gives him a Look, but the seriousness of it is broken by the kind of big smile that Aaron always makes happen.  “No.”

“Boring.  Okay, I’ll meet you back here.”

But as soon as Aaron walks away, Declan appears, sitting right down in Aaron’s chair.  Ben thinks: all the other chairs are empty too.

“Hey,” Ben says.  Declan’s fine, but these moments alone with Aaron at training are starting to feel like a rare thing he needs to collect, like a special-edition product he needs to stock up on before it sells out.  “What’s up?”

Declan looks serious.  “I was talking with B, and it made me think.  I wish you’d be joining us on international break.”