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goldenstring6123 · 2 months

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Sylus: Naked and feisty

Warning: 16+, Suggestive content, almost nudity, female!mc

Author's notes: I wrote this 6 days ago and i just wanted to share even if it's not in the posting calendar lol.

"Why are you only in your underwear?" Sylus stops in his tracks the moment you set your foot out of the guest bedroom, towel around your neck and a comb in your hand.

"I'd like to ask you the same thing," The brush in your hand combed through your wet, freshly washed hair, leaving a few droplets onto the polished cement floor.

A sigh escaped his lips and an evident frown on his face. "This is my house, you brat, I can do whatever I want." thick and veiny hands traveled to the ribbon of his robe, un-doing the knot that held his cover in place. Swiftly, he threw the robe towards your way and pointed at it: "Put that on."

"It's night time," She tilted her head with a smirk, "I like to sleep naked." You lied to him and he, for sure, was not buying into it. A quick gruff escaped his lips and he made his way to the kitchen, ignoring your attempts at getting on his nerves.

"Do what you want, but just so you know," he tilted the moka pot into his small mug, opening a cabinet and getting a jar. "There's eyes all over my house, not mine, of course. Your images would be in the black market by tomorrow morning. You wouldn't want that *do you?"

"Hundreds of men lusted after seeing you at the auction, even with the mask on, they would be fools if they don't notice you right away." He sipped on his coffee, eyes on the woman that sat on his black couch, smirking at him in her lacy, maroon underwear.

It was a feast for his eyes

The n109 zone is a cold and chilly island, much less inside the home of the onichynus' leader. The hairs on your body was practically standing from the cold air, yet you remain determined to walk around in your bare clothing. Why were you doing this in the first place? There was only one reason:

You wanted him to loose his composure.

Petty and childish? Most definitely, but Sylus' irritable yet in one way or another: tolerant.

*towards you at least.

It was pure curiosity and presumably something that you can use when the time calls for it - A tool against him, his weakness.

"It's not as if this is the first time someone has seen me in this state," You chimed, almost worried that you sounded over confident to the point of faking it — No one has seen you naked before, not even your doctor, Zayne.

"tch—" Sylus clicked his tongue at the thought. God knows what he was imagining to have a scowl on his face.

Swift, and calm, almost tempting like a fox, you make your way to the towering curtains that blocked the full length window. A slither of silver peeked through the awning, hitting the floor.

"Let them see what they want to see, yeah? My body's not that different from any body else," Your fingers tugged on the black out curtains, pulling it to reveal the view of the dark, decrepit city, and a bunch of ravens and crows flying about the night sky.

Certainly there was no one in sight, yet you feel a gaze - more than one, and the strongest one coming from from that behind you.

You turn your heel and came face to face with his bare chest. A hand pressed you back against the glass with slight force, a knee squeezed in between yours. His fingers under your chin tilted you up to look at him and his eyes - filled with uncoceivable emotions, bore holes into your own eyes.

"If you like to parade your body around so much, Should i carve out a statue to your liking and display it in the middle of Linkon city? Or would you like me to commission that damned lemurian to paint you naked, You decide." there was a lace of venom in his voice, irritation colder than the breeze. "But between you and me,"

Behind you you hear the crows gawk in their flight.

He pulls himself closer to your neck, "i'll kill anyone who lays his eyes on your bare body."

Before your could retort, a spine chilling sting traveled from your neck, a pinch in your neck caused by his teeth nibbling, sucking until you pushed him away.

Sylus smirked at the sight of the hickey before turning his attention to the bird on the branch. Seeing a crow jerk its head in curiosity, he let out a chuckle.

"I don't share, Little brat." Sylus whispered to you, his voice deeper than anything you have heard someone speak. "and if you want to walk around naked," Without warning, he slung you onto his shoulder like a sack of cement and pulled on the curtains to a close.

"You can do so in my bedroom."

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theamericanpin-up · 5 months

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Earl Moran - 1940s Federal Mogul Bearings Company Advertising Calendar Illustration - Brown & Bigelow Calendar Co. - Original art auctioned by Heritage Art Gallery April 2024

#earl moran #1940s #federal mogul #advertising #calendar #illustration #brown & bigelow #pin up #heritage art gallery #american pin up

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womblegrinch · 25 days

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Alberto Vargas (1896-1982) - Esquire calendar study, April 1945

Watercolour and pencil on tracing paper. 17.1 x 13.5 inches, 43.5 x 34.3 cm.

Estimate: US$6,000-8,000.

Sold Heritage Auctions, Dallas, 13 Sept 2024 for US$5,500 incl B.P.

#Alberto Vargas #Alberto Varga #pin-up art #pin-up

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tiedyeflannels · 7 months

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so far away

Min Yoongi x reader

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Intro --- Main Masterlist

A/N: Hey-ya! Here is the second installment of Blind Date(s)! If you haven't already, please read the intro to this! Overall, I'm not sure how I feel about how this turned out because it's very lowkey, but who knows. *shrug* Anyway! I hope you enjoy!!

“You did not,” I said as I looked at her in disbelief.

She happily nodded, a smile growing on her lips. “Yes, I did and you’re totally going on this date. There is no bailing on a date with a celebrity.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes as I realized there was no way out of this.

“Fine, but would you mind telling me who it’s with, what we’ll be doing, and when it is so I can I mentally prepare myself.”

She curtly nodded, “Can do! The date is with Min Yoongi, I believe we settled on just going to get something to eat - very casual, and it’ll be on the 27th.”

“How did you even get a date with him,” I questioned, leaning on the island.

“There was an auction I had to attend since my dad couldn’t make it. I hadn’t spent anything all night and I knew that my dad would be upset if I didn’t buy anything, especially since the auction was benefiting a charity so… when they announced that they would auction off a date with one of the members of BTS, I immediately thought of you! And you bet your ass that I made sure to win that date,” she exclaimed before settling into a satisfied chuckle.

I rolled my eyes in feigned annoyance, “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“I wanted to. Plus, I knew you would agree to it eventually!”

I shook my head and scoffed lightly as I got up and went to check the calendar that was stuck to the fridge. I looked for the 27th and once I found it I grabbed a pen from the counter and wrote down the event.

When I was done, I stepped back to look at my handy work before nodding.

“Hey Hari, what day is it again,” I asked.

She hummed as she clicked on her phone, “The 25th.”

The 25th… Wait!

“You gave me a two day notice?!”

I looked back at her and she shrugged.

“Be grateful I gave you a notice and didn’t wait until the last minute.”

“Hari…” I groaned, throwing my head back.

Well… this has to be the right place, I thought as I looked up at the giant building that said “HYBE” on the side. I looked back at my phone and went into the message Hari sent me regarding the meeting place. I compared it with the one on the GPS and they were the same so I must be in the right place.

“Are you sure you gave me the right address,” I texted Hari.

I waited a few moments before she replied, “Is it the HYBE building?”

I looked up again even though nothing would’ve changed within two minutes.

“Yeah,” I texted back.

A few more moments passed before she texted back, “Good, you’re in the right place! He said that he should be done in a few minutes, hold tight!”

I sighed, turning off my phone, then looking around for a place to sit while I waited. Luckily, there was a bench under a tree a few feet away, so I walked over to it and took a seat. Deciding to kill some time, I turned on my phone, looking at the time before scrolling for a bit.

After a while I checked the time and saw that five minutes had passed. I looked around to see if everyone was approaching me. When I didn’t see anyone, I looked over to the front doors of the building and watched to see if anyone would come out.

After a few moments… no one did.

Thinking that he must’ve got caught up with something, I decided to wait a bit longer and went back to scrolling through my phone.

Once I started to get bored of scrolling, I looked at the time once more and saw that fifteen minutes had passed this time. I looked around once more and then at the doors to see if he was heading out, but no one was around. I sighed as I called Hari.

“Are you pranking me,” I asked after she picked up.

“Why, what happened?”

“I’ve been waiting outside of the building for twenty minutes and no one has shown up.”

She sighed, “Y/n/n, he must’ve just gotten caught up in something. Why don’t you just go in and ask the front desk?”

I huffed, knowing that asking the front desk would be faster than having Hari text him, but it’s not something I wanted to do.

“Fine.”

“Let me know how it goes, bye,” she said before hanging up.I took a deep breath and trudged my way into the building.

Walking into the lobby of the Hybe I immediately felt out of place. It was polished and pristine.

Not to mention: huge.

The furniture was nicely placed by some of the windows, but before I got too caught up in admiring the lobby, I set out for the front desk.

Luckily, it was straight ahead from the front doors. As I was approaching the desk, I noticed people that were coming in and out needed to scan a card to get through a gate.

Ooh… maybe I’ll just end up waiting out here…

I got to the front desk and softly placed my hands at the edge as the lady looked up to me with a kind smile.

“What can I do for you,” she asked.

I nervously smiled. “Um, so… this might sound very weird, but I’m here for Min Yoongi? We have a… date?”

“Oh, you’re the one that won the date at the auction, right,” she asked.

I nodded, as she continued, “Yeah, he emailed us at the front desk about it just in case he got caught up in something, which I guess he did. I’ll give him a call.”

“Thank you,” I said as she turned and picked up the phone before dialing.

I looked around as she started talking on the phone, then a few moments later she hung up and turned back to me.

“Okay! He said that he got caught up working on a song and that it might take him a little longer, but he said that it was alright for you to go to his studio so…”

She dug around in one of her drawers before pulling out a lanyard with a card at the end. She, then, reached over her desk and grabbed a pen and a sticky note.

“This is a visitor key card. It gives you basic clearance into the building, but not into any special rooms, like Yoongi’s studio, so you'll need him to let you in.”

I nodded.

“His studio is on the 5th floor. Once you get there, you take a hard left and it’ll be the first door on the right,” she said, as she finished writing on the sticky note, placing it on the card and handing it to me.

I looked down at the sticky note to see the directions she had just told me and underneath were the words “Genius Lab” with a smiley face.

I looked back at her and smiled, “Thank you so much!”

She nodded and smiled, “Of course! Have a great day!”

I wished her one as well before heading up to Yoongi’s studio.

The elevator dinged, signaling that I was on the fifth floor before the doors opened. Stepping out of the elevator, there was a crossroad so following the directions given to me, I turned left.

Interestingly enough, there was only one door on each side of the hall. So looking to the right, I walked over and stood in front of the door that read “Genius Lab”.

I took out my phone to check the time before turning it off and placing it in my bag. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and then rang the doorbell.

I waited for a few moments, but nothing happened. Deciding that he might’ve not heard it, I raised my hand to press it again before the door was pushed open revealing Yoongi’s studio.

Walking in, I was kind of surprised with the vibe of his studio. Everything was very dark and the lights were dimmed. You would think it was the perfect place to take a nap, not where someone would produce some of the top songs in the world.

“You can sit on the couch back there. I should be done in a bit.”

Snapping out of my reverie, I placed my bag on the floor by the door and walked over to sit on the couch.

I felt a little out of place here. I knew that I couldn’t just flop on the couch and make myself at home, so I ended up sitting on the edge out of nervousness.

Yoongi had his headphones on and was busy clicking at something on the computer, so I just occupied my time by looking around his studio.

There wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary, just basic studio things. A couple pianos to my left, a drum set by the right wall, speakers, recording equipment, and a few things decorating the shelves around the studio.

The best thing, though, was when I looked to the floor and saw the rug that said “Keep Off”, making me quietly chuckle.

The sound of something being placed on the table made me look up as Yoongi leaned back into his chair and ran his hands through his hair while sighing.

“Why doesn’t it sound right,” he quietly questioned.

He let out a frustrated groan as he sat back up and clicked on his mouse before the song started playing over the speakers.

I was surprised that he just started playing the song he’s been working on while I was in the room, but rather than making a scene and walking out, I kept quiet and listened.

It was a really good song, but he was right- it didn’t sound right. It sounded empty. Yoongi knew it too, pausing the song and replaying the part before the chorus.

“Why can’t I figure this out,” he whined.

I smiled before I chimed in, “It sounds empty.”

He whipped his chair around so fast I thought he would get whiplash.

“Oh shit! I forgot you were here.”

I laughed at his surprise.

“Anyway, what did you say about the song?”

“I said it sounds empty. If you play it again, I could show you,” I said, getting up and walking over to stand beside him. He didn’t move and just stared up at me.

I sighed, “My phone is in my bag, by the door and it’s completely turned off. You can give me a pat down and I can sign a NDA, if you really want to be thorough. It’s not my first rodeo.”

A small smirk appeared on his face before he lightly shook his head.

“Nah, I think our legal team has enough power to keep someone quiet. Though, I’m surprised they didn’t have you sign an NDA before you came up,” he chuckled.

I smiled, “Me too!”

With that, we turned back to the matter at hand, looking at the screen as he moved the cursor back to the first verse before pressing play.

As I listened to the part leading up to the chorus, I looked over at him and asked if this is what didn’t sound right to him. He nodded and replayed it a final time, solidifying my initial thought.

“Yeah, it sounds empty.”

He turned his chair a little bit to the side to look at me. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that there’s something missing. You know how there’s always a build up to the climax, well… The part that doesn’t sound right- the pre-chorus- is lacking in its build up.”

He nodded, taking in the information as I voiced my thoughts.

I turned back to the monitor.

“And I think the main reason you haven’t caught onto it is because of what’s going on with the instrumental, it’s so intricate that it kind of makes you blind to what’s lacking in the vocals,” I said, pointing to the group of instrument tracks on the monitor.

“If you isolate the vocals,” I pointed to the vocal tracks, “then we should be able to hear what’s missing.”

I stepped back as he did what I suggested, then played the vocals.

We listened to the song without the instruments and it became very clear that the vocals were lacking in contrast.

I shifted my weight and crossed my arms while humming as he fell back into his chair in relief and realization as he drew out a small “ohh”. I

nodded, “I knew it was a lack of contrast. Well, all you need to do is make a higher or lower harmony and it should sound good!”

I turned and went back to sit on the couch as he turned to me.

“You are a lifesaver! I’ve been stuck on this all day,” he said with a relieved smile.

I returned the smile and gave him a nod. He turned back to the computer and went back to work. Putting on his headphones and clicking a few things before pulling a microphone closer to himself and started recording.

It was a lot of fun watching him record the verse, especially when he fumbled over his words making me quietly laugh at the silliness. He did about three takes doing the lower harmony, trying to get the notes right before deciding that the last take was good and adding it to the song.

He gave it one final listen, pumping his fist in the air and letting out a small “yay”. He took off his headphones and started to click on some things before he abruptly stopped and spun his chair around to face me.

“I completely forgot about the date!” I looked at him, surprised.

Oh right… that’s why I’m here…

“What time is it,” I asked.

He took out his phone and checked the time, “Five o’clock.”

“WHAT?! It’s already been an hour and a half?!”

He nodded, “Yeah, time kind of becomes non-existent here.”

I smiled, “Well, we can reschedule if you want to keep working. I can get out of your hair and we can pick a different time to do the date?”

“Or…” he started.

I slightly tilted my head in confusion.

“You could stay and we could order take out?”

“What? Why?”

He tilted his head from side to side. “Well, I mean, you’re already here for the date and I would really like your opinion on some other songs on the album.”

I sat there for a moment while giving it some thought before I quietly sighed, “This is gonna be a lot of paperwork, huh?”

His lips stretched into a thin line as he nodded.

I shrugged, flopping on my side to lay on the couch. “Sure.”

‘’Alright, what do you want for take-out?”

I hummed, “I’ll have whatever you want. I’m not picky with free food.”

“You sound like the members,” he playfully scoffed.

I smiled.

“How about Chinese?”

“Ooh, yes!”

While we were waiting for the food to arrive, we had some light banter and Yoongi played a few songs for me to listen to. All of them were really good so there weren't any major changes that needed to be done, just some very minor adjustments like toning down the volume on some tracks or adding an instrument into the instrumental.

Soon enough the doorbell rang, prompting Yoongi to get up and answer the door. He took the bag of take-out from a staff member, giving a small bow as thanks before closing the door.

“Food’s here,” he announced, setting down the food on his desk.

I cheered as he sorted the boxes and brought one over to me.

“Thank you~” I said, taking the food and the chopsticks.

Opening the take-out box, the delicious aroma of the food filled the air as I took out the chopsticks and broke them in half. I waited for Yoongi as he put on a random playlist to fill the air as we ate.

Once he was ready, I said, “Thank you for the food,” and we began eating.

As we were eating I was starting to get a little thirsty and when I looked around where I was sitting, there was… nothing.

“Hey, did we order any drinks?”

The question made him look around his desk before shrugging, “I guess not, but…”

He turned to the left of his desk and scooted over what happened to be a mini fridge.

He opened the little door and looked at what he had in the fridge, “So I’ve got either water or… whiskey.”

That checks out.

“I’ll just take a water,” I chuckled as I placed my food to the side and walked over to where he was, taking the bottle of water with a “thank you”.

I sat down and went back to eating after taking a few sips of water.

“So… I’ve got a question,” he piped.

I had food in my mouth so I hummed in response, letting him know he could keep going.

“You said this wasn't your first rodeo, you produced music before?”

I put up a finger as I hurriedly chewed the food that I had in my mouth before swallowing.

“I actually have a few college friends that went into producing and sometimes they need an outside opinion on a song so they invite me since I have some basic music knowledge. Which means I’ve picked up a few things over time,” I said as I ended with a shrug, scooping some food in my mouth.

“And you didn’t want to pursue it,” he asked and I set my take-out box down once I finished eating.

I sighed, “Not necessarily. I had an interest in music so I minored in Music Studies when I went to college- which is where I met my producer friends, but then life happened as I got a really good job offer at the time so I put that part of my dream on hold.”

He nodded as I continued, “I wanted to get back into music, but as time went by, being in the music industry and making music felt so far away so I stayed where I was. Which is why I like helping my friends out whenever they ask.”

“Well, you’re really good at it. I mean, I didn’t even know what was wrong with my song until you pointed it out after a couple of listens. I think you would be really good at producing songs because of that,” he said while reaching over to a bowl on top of the minifridge to grab…

Tangerines?

“You just have a bowl of tangerines,” I asked, smiling.

He nodded as he quickly peeled it and popped a slice in his mouth.

“Mhmm. Every great producer has to have their favorite snack on hand. Do you want one?”

I nodded, keeping a small smile on my lips.

He grabbed one and tossed it over to me, to which I clumsily caught it.

He laughed at the action, making a blush appear on my cheeks. I looked down at the tangerine in my hands, “Thank you. And thank you for the compliments, they mean a lot coming from you.”

I turned the tangerine around for a few seconds before slightly scrunching my nose as I pressed my nail into the skin so I could start peeling it.

Starting tangerines was never my favorite thing to do, but I had to put up with it if I wanted to eat them. And I really liked eating them.

Popping a slice in my mouth, I looked at Yoongi.

“What about you? Did you always know you wanted to do this,” I asked, gesturing to the room we were in.

He shrugged, “Yeah, I’ve been making music since I was little and even if I hadn’t become an idol, I would still be doing this.”

I hummed and we settled into a comfortable silence as I ate the remaining slices. I sighed as I went to grab my phone from my back pocket before I realized I put it in my bag before I came in here.

“Sorry, but what time is it right now,” I asked.

He looked at his watch, replying, “Almost 9.”

“Geez, time really does become non-existent here. It only felt like an hour,” I chuckled.

A small smile appeared on his lips.

“Or maybe we were having such a great time that it just flew by,” he teased.

I smiled as I got up and dusted off my pants. “Well, I should probably head home. It was really nice meeting you!”

“Wait! I was thinking, if you don’t mind, I would really love it if I could get your opinion on some upcoming songs I’ll be working on soon,” he said as he got up.

“Are you asking for a second date,” I teased.

“That’s one way to put it.”

My eyes widen at the confession.

He nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I really liked talking to you and I really would like your opinion of some songs, so…” he looked at me in question.

I looked around as if I was deciding what to say before ultimately saying, “Maybe I should get into producing if big time producers are asking for my help.”

He lightly chuckled as I smiled, “I would love to!”

He smiled.

“Oh wait!”

I tilted my head in question as I watched him hurriedly walk over to the minifridge to grab a tangerine and peeled it while walking back to me.

He held out a freshly peeled tangerine for me to take, “One for the road.”

I grabbed it, smiling, “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged, “I saw you scrunch your nose when you peeled your own.”

I blushed at the gesture. “You are quite observant. I love eating these, but I hate peeling them.”

“So... same time next week?”

I happily nodded, “I mean, if I get freshly peeled tangerines every time I come, I would be over all the time.”

“Hmm, that can be arranged,” he smiled.

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kevinb3896 · 11 months

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Andrew Clemens: Bottling the Beauty of Nature in Sand

Artists have always been known for their ingenuity and creativity when working with different mediums. One artist who left an indelible mark on art is Andrew Clemens, renowned for his remarkable ability to create intricate and beautiful artworks using sand. His unique artistry, often called "sand bottle art," has captivated audiences for generations. In this article, we delve into the life and work of Andrew Clemens, exploring the fascinating world he crafted within the confines of glass bottles.

Early Life and Inspiration

Andrew Clemens was born in McGregor, Iowa, on January 29, 1857. His early years were marked by challenges that might have deterred a less determined individual. Clemens was deaf and mute, making communicating and connecting with the world around him difficult. Despite these obstacles, he was fascinated with the natural world, mainly the vibrant landscapes and geological formations surrounding his Iowa home.

This love for nature provided the primary source of inspiration for Andrew Clemens' art. His ability to see the beauty in everyday materials and turn them into works of art is a testament to his extraordinary talent and determination.

The Art of Sand Bottles

Clemens' journey into sand bottle art began with a simple curiosity. As a child, he collected colorful grains of sand and experimented with different ways to arrange them. Over time, he developed a meticulous and refined technique for creating intricate scenes within glass bottles. His process was labor-intensive and required immense patience and precision.

Each piece of sand was individually selected, colored, and then carefully layered within the bottle. These layers formed intricate landscapes, seascapes, and other detailed scenes that showcased the diverse beauty of the natural world. The precision and artistry behind Clemens' work were nothing short of remarkable.

One of the most astonishing aspects of his art was using natural minerals and materials to color the sand. Clemens used crushed minerals like amethyst, carnelian, and azurite to create a wide range of hues, resulting in a stunning palette of colors. The sand was meticulously arranged using various handmade tools, and layers were carefully built to create depth and detail in the scenes.

Recognition and Fame

Andrew Clemens' exceptional sand bottle art did not go unnoticed. He began to display his work at local exhibitions and fairs, where he quickly garnered attention and acclaim. His pieces were astonished and admired as people marveled at the intricate beauty he had created in these small glass bottles. Clemens' artistry transcended his disabilities, and he became known for his unique ability to capture nature's essence within a bottle's confines.

Legacy and Influence

The legacy of Andrew Clemens lives on in the world of art and craftsmanship. His sand bottle art continues to inspire contemporary artists who work with unconventional materials, pushing the boundaries of what is possible within art. His ability to see the beauty in the most basic of elements - grains of sand - is a testament to the power of human creativity and determination.

Andrew Clemens' sand bottle art is a testament to the power of human creativity and determination. Despite facing significant challenges due to his disabilities, he transformed simple grains of sand into intricate works of art that continue to captivate and inspire audiences today. His love for the natural world and meticulous approach to artistry have left an indelible mark on art, reminding us that beauty can be found in the most unexpected places.

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marveltrumpshate · 9 days

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Want to participate in Marvel Trumps Hate, but don't know what to offer? Think outside the box!

Stumped on what to offer because you don't write fic or draw? Marvel Trumps Hate welcomes a huge variety of fanworks and fan labor (see our sign-up post), so there are different ways you can contribute. You'll be amazed by the breadth of skills, talents, knowledge, and types of creative expression found in fandom!

Here's a smorgasbord of offers that we've either had before or seen people discuss as possibilities for MTH 2024 or future years to help inspire you. What you can offer is not restricted to the list below; these are just examples to get you brainstorming about what you can auction off because trust us, even if you think you might not have something to offer, you probably do!

ART (VISUAL/ILLUSTRATIVE)

Drawings/illustrations

Single-page and multi-page comics

Pixel art

Paintings (oil, acrylic, gouache, watercolor)

Mixed-media artwork on canvas

Ink-on-bristol art

Embroidery on canvas

Pour paint/spin art

Rotoscopes

Digital coloring books

AUDIOVISUAL WORKS

Fan music or filk inspired by characters, ships, or fics

Podfics

Videos (fic trailers, themed edits, vids set to songs)

Animations (making original art/animation or turning existing art into animation)

BETA SERVICES

Editing

Cheer reading

Soundboarding/planning/development work

Fact-checking

Culture-picking

Sensitivity reading

Knowledge about specific topics or experiences (e.g., identities, lifestyles, professions, interests, fields of study)

Research

CRAFTS & MERCH

Candles

Lip balms

Soaps

Stained glass/suncatcher

Scented beanbag-style sachets

Candy/chocolate/baked goods/jellies/sweets

Fic/character/ship/theme boxes (like book boxes)

Pins, magnets, patches, charms, standees, key chains, ring holders, calendars, stickers, bookmarks, temporary tattoos

Sculptures and clay figures

Ceramic mugs and other ceramic items

Apparel/wearable accessories (shirts, jackets, scarves, gloves/mittens, hats, face masks, regular masks, cowls, pajamas/onesies)

Backpacks, tote bags, itabags with custom window shapes, leather dice bags, wallets, pouches/pencil cases

Plushie animal or Tsum Tsum versions of Marvel characters

Dolls (crochet, needle felt, matte board, hand-sewn)

Embroidery hoops/wall art and cross stitch pieces

Jewelry (diamond painting, macrame, metal, crochet, wire, beads)

Woodwork/wood burning (cheese board, box/chest, USB stick, coasters, photo frame, alphabet blocks)

Glasswork

Custom Funko Pops

Paper cut light boxes

Pillow cases, quilted pillows, baby blankets, dishcloth/washcloths, potholders

Handmade leather journals

Linoleum stamps

Dog/cat/pet toys

Artbooks, paper doll books, and coloring books

Hand-dyed yarn skeins

Custom tea blends

DIGITAL (GRAPHIC DESIGN)

Gifsets

Graphics/edits

Mood boards

Photo manips

Fic covers/posters/banners

Icons and headers

Webweaving

Tumblr or website layouts

Digital calendars

Wallpapers

Custom Discord emojis

FAN LABOR & TRANSLATION

Typesetting

Bookbinding

Recipes based on characters, ships, or themes

Names, tags, and summaries for fics

Audio/sound editing and/or soundscaping for podfics

Book cover design and printing

Art/comic/fic translation

Website/game/AO3 skin coding

Fic rec lists

Fic playlists/fanmixes

Knitting/crochet patterns

Art coaching

Help with launching and organizing fan events

WRITING

Fic

Poetry

Meta posts

Social media AUs

Physical letters written by characters to the reader or between two characters

Remixes of your fic or an existing fic with the author's permission

Whether you can do something on this list or something else altogether (we're sure there are a lot of other things that you can do that we haven't thought about or seen before), we hope you'll consider signing up before the deadline: September 28, 11:59 PM ET.

#marvel trumps hate #mth 2024 #announcement

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fandomtrumpshate · 2 years

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FTH 2023 Auction Calendar

Welcome to 2023. Fandom Trumps Hate auction turns seven (!!) this year. Like every new year, 2023 is bringing us a lot to be afraid of — but also a lot to be hopeful about, and a lot of good projects worth supporting and fighting for.

We’ll be announcing this year’s list of supported nonprofits in the next couple of days, along with some other organizational business. But for now, we want to share with you the calendar for the 2023 auction.

February 6th: creator signups open

February 19th: creator signups close

February 26th: browsing period begins

March 1st: bidding opens

March 5th: bidding closes

March 12th: proof of high bid donations due

March 17th: proof of 2nd chance donations due

In many respects, the world has gotten better than it was when the original FTH crew teamed up to pull together a benefit auction in 2016, after the election; in other respects, it’s gotten harder and more dangerous.

But if there’s one thing we’ve learned from coming back year after year — and from watching all of you come back for another year of organizing and donating and creating and community-building — it’s that there is always reason to hope, and that it’s always possible to do something concrete and meaningful with that hope.

We hope you’ll join us again.

(What is Fandom Trumps Hate anyway? Read our FAQ.)

#fandom trumps hate #fth 2023 #calendar #fanworks auction #charity auction

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liveauction · 17 days

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Auctions: Unleashing the Power of Competitive Bidding

In today's fast-paced world, auctions are more than just an exciting event��they represent a powerful marketplace where buyers and sellers come together to find value through competitive bidding. With the rise of digital platforms, auctions have evolved from traditional in-person events to dynamic online experiences. Auction.io stands at the forefront of this transformation, offering a cutting-edge platform that makes participating in auctions easier and more efficient than ever before. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore the multifaceted world of auctions, their benefits, and how Auction.io can help you leverage these opportunities for success.

The Evolution of Auctions

Auctions have a long and storied history, dating back thousands of years. Originally, they were held in ancient civilizations, where bidders would gather in person to compete for goods. Today, auctions are not just about acquiring items; they represent a thriving market where strategic bidding and market dynamics play a crucial role.

The shift from traditional auctions to online auctions has revolutionized the industry. With platforms like Auction.io, the bidding process has become more accessible, allowing participants from around the globe to engage in real-time. This transition has opened up new opportunities for both buyers and sellers, enhancing the auction experience and broadening market reach.

How Auctions Work

At its core, an auction is a process where goods or services are sold to the highest bidder. The auction process typically involves the following stages:

Listing: Sellers list their items on the auction platform, providing detailed descriptions and images. This step is crucial for attracting potential bidders and ensuring transparency.

Bidding: Interested buyers place bids on the listed items. The bidding process is competitive, with participants aiming to offer the highest price within the given time frame.

Winning: The auction ends when the bidding period concludes, and the highest bidder wins the item. The winner then completes the purchase, and the transaction is finalized.

Payment and Delivery: Once the auction is closed, the winning bidder makes payment, and the item is delivered as per the agreed terms.

Benefits of Participating in Auctions

Participating in auctions offers numerous benefits, whether you're a buyer or a seller:

Access to Unique Items: Auctions often feature rare and unique items that aren't readily available through traditional retail channels. This can include everything from antiques and collectibles to exclusive experiences.

Competitive Pricing: Auctions create a competitive environment where buyers can potentially acquire items at lower prices than retail. Bidders set their own limits, which can lead to favorable deals.

Transparency: The auction process is transparent, with real-time updates on bidding activity. This ensures that all participants have a fair chance to compete for items.

Global Reach: Online auctions, like those facilitated by Auction.io, allow participants from around the world to engage in bidding, expanding the market and increasing opportunities.

Convenience: With online auctions, participants can bid from the comfort of their homes, eliminating the need to attend physical events.

The Role of Auction.io

Auction.io is a leading platform in the auction industry, offering a state-of-the-art solution for both buyers and sellers. Here's how Auction.io enhances the auction experience:

User-Friendly Interface: Auction.io's platform is designed for ease of use. Its intuitive interface allows users to navigate through listings, place bids, and manage their accounts effortlessly.

Real-Time Bidding: The platform supports real-time bidding, ensuring that participants can engage in auctions as they happen. This dynamic feature adds excitement and competitiveness to the process.

Comprehensive Listings: Auction.io provides detailed listings for each item, including high-quality images and thorough descriptions. This transparency helps buyers make informed decisions.

Secure Transactions: Security is a top priority at Auction.io. The platform employs advanced security measures to protect users' personal and financial information, ensuring a safe bidding environment.

Customer Support: Auction.io offers dedicated customer support to assist users with any queries or issues. Whether you're new to auctions or an experienced bidder, support is available to help you navigate the platform.

Tips for Successful Bidding

To make the most of your auction experience, consider the following tips:

Research the Item: Before placing a bid, research the item thoroughly. Understand its market value, condition, and any relevant details to make an informed decision.

Set a Budget: Determine your maximum bid amount and stick to it. Setting a budget helps avoid overspending and keeps the bidding process under control.

Monitor Bidding Activity: Keep an eye on the bidding activity for the item you're interested in. This helps you gauge the competition and make strategic decisions.

Bid Strategically: Consider placing your bids in the final moments of the auction, known as "sniping." This strategy can increase your chances of winning by minimizing the time for others to counter-bid.

Review Terms and Conditions: Familiarize yourself with the Auction terms and conditions, including payment methods and delivery options. This ensures a smooth transaction process.

The Future of Auctions

The future of auctions looks promising, with continued advancements in technology shaping the industry. Online platforms like Auction.io are at the forefront of this evolution, offering innovative features and expanding the reach of auctions. As more people embrace digital bidding, the auction landscape will continue to evolve, providing new opportunities and experiences for participants.

Conclusion

Auctions are a dynamic and engaging way to buy and sell items, offering numerous benefits for both buyers and sellers. With platforms like Auction.io, participating in auctions has never been easier or more convenient. Whether you're a seasoned bidder or new to the auction world, leveraging the power of auctions can unlock new opportunities and drive success. So why wait? Explore the exciting world of auctions with Auction.io and discover the potential for yourself.

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emmalostinwonderland · 8 months

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CALLING ALL RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE FAN CREATORS

IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN! Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 is kicking off with creator sign ups in just 2 weeks, and now I'm flying in to give you the details and encourage you to sign up and make a difference!

Now you may be thinking- what is Fandom Trumps Hate anyway?? I'm glad you asked!

'FTH is an online fanworks auction, designed to raise money for progressive nonprofit organizations that help and support marginalized people.' (more info from their FAQ here)

What this means is that you, the creator, will sign up to offer any type of digital fan offering you'd like, including:

fanfiction

fanart

podfic

edits/fanvids

fan labor (beta read, sensitivity reading, specialized expertise, etc)

Creator sign-ups are open from February 5th to February 19th (full calendar here)

But how will my little fanwork even make a positive impact on things?? Here are some facts for your consideration:

in 2023, FTH raised over $47k dollars for nonprofit orgs (and almost $240k in the 7 year total)

Red White & Royal Blue was brand new to FTH last year and came in tied for 4th place on the unlisted fandom rank along with 911 Lone Star, Overwatch, and The Owl House

On the 2023 Ao3 stats list, the Alex/Henry ship (FirstPrince) was also brand new to the list and came in #16 out of 100

This fandom is so young and so full of life and energy - we are history makers at our core! Let's put that to use and support some nonprofits with the fan work we already love doing. Truly I think our own Alex Claremont-Diaz said it best...

History, huh? Bet we could make some

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thedroneranger · 1 year

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Synopsis: Mrs. Seresin is a hard person to surprise. However, stealing a page from her book, Jake may have managed to catch his wife off guard.

Notes: Here is entry one of two for @roosterforme's '80s Rocktober challenge! The song is Centerfold by J. Geils Band. Part of the To-do List collection.

Warnings: 18+ only; smut.

Word count: 3.8k.

Mrs. Seresin did a little happy dance as she stuck the key in the lock and opened the door of her PO box. This was the last time she would have to stop by the post office to pick up her business mail. A smile pulled her lips as she cradled all the mail in one hand and locked the box with the other.

She was also delighted by the thought of all her sample books and design digests moving to her new studio. Now, she and Jake had more room for collector edition novels and travel tchotchkes in their home office. Jake was returning tonight from a week-long training and had promised to help pack. He might’ve been more excited than her that she was finally getting a studio.

Jake never stood in the way of her career, but he did voice his opinion about her need for more separation between work and home. Yes, she had an office—they technically shared the space—but sometimes work spilled into other areas of the house. And Jake knew she was overworking when he was away.

Today’s mail drop was sizable and included a few new sample books. A couple of her monthly subscriptions also arrived. She’d have time to thoroughly sort when she got home. Jake wasn’t due back until later.

Once home, she parked in the garage and was greeted by Ruck when she entered the house. She spent a few minutes loving him before going upstairs to change. Ruck on her heels, she returned to the garage to get the mountain of mail. Back inside, she stood at the kitchen island and sorted.

A sample book for a new tile company’s latest collection. The wallpaper samples a client requested. Pantone’s interiors collection for the new year. New editions of Dwell and Architectural Digest. The last piece of mail was wrapped in an opaque poly plastic bag. Going for ease, she fished scissors out of the drawer beside her and sliced off the crimp.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said aloud as she pulled a glossy magazine out of the wrapper. Staring back at her was a shirtless Jake, wearing Wranglers with his thumbs hooked in the belt loops. He donned his favorite Stetson and had a toothpick dangling from his lips. The title Flyboy was printed above his head in a font that mimicked the infamous Playboy.

A smile plastered on her face, she sighed as she flipped it open. As tempted as she was to immediately look at the centerfold, she browsed the articles and features first. Jake put a lot of thought into Flyboy—from the photos to the articles and down to the barcode, which included their wedding date.

Now she understood why she’d been banned from his calendar photoshoot.

Every year, the Lemoore-based strike fighter squadrons competed to raise money for charity. By New Year’s Eve each year, the squadrons were expected to present a check for at least $12,000 to the charity of their choice. The three years previous, Jake’s squadron, the VFA-151 Vigilantes, had at least doubled the minimum expected donation. The squadron’s creative approaches to raising funds not only brought in a lot of money but made them the reigning champions.

Over the years, the Seresin became a staple in the competition. Year 1, Mrs. Seresin pitched the Commander to allow the Vigilantes to participate in a date auction. The night was memorable not only because the squadron raised $64,000, but also because Mrs. Seresin got into a bidding war with the Commander’s ex-wife over Jake. The victor, she got kudos from the Commander for putting his pain-in-the-ass ex in her place.

The following year, Jake suggested weekend car washes from Memorial Day to Labor Day. The weekends he and Mrs. Seresin volunteered were always the highest grossing. When Mrs. Seresin couldn’t join him, he was sure to send her pictures of him and the rest of the squad posing in black triangle bikini tops.

For Year 3, the squadron was cleared to host an air show. It got so much publicity that the Navy decided its official demo squadron, the Blue Angels, would participate. Obsessed with the Blue Angels as a child, Jake nearly blacked out when he was presented with an honorary patch for flying alongside them.

No one thought the Vigilantes would be able to top the air show for Year 4. However, inspired by an anniversary gift from his wife, Jake proposed a calendar. Twelve months, 12 pilots. After the initial laughter, everyone was sold.

When Jake told his Mrs. Seresin, she immediately sprung into action to assist. By the time Jake left for work the next morning, she had secured a pro bono photographer and had plans to dress the sets and pilots. Jake knew his wife was a force, but she never ceased to amaze him. She had to shoo him out of the house before he was late for work, because he was showering her in physical gratitude.

Mrs. Seresin couldn’t help but smile as she thought about all the late nights and takeout. Ann, her long-time friend, agreed to be the photographer and de facto assistant art director. Mrs. Seresin and Ann had staged and shot so many home and business interiors together, they lost count. They were excited to tackle a new frontier.

However, Mrs. Seresin did not get to conquer the frontier that was Jake in front of the camera. When he asked her to not attend his shoot because he wanted to surprise her, she choked down her disappointment and respected his wishes.

However, her disappointment was in the rearview mirror the minute she saw Jake’s photo at the reveal party. Clad in just his dress whites pants, Jake’s megawatt smile lit the image while he kneeled alongside Ruck. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, Ruck was also smiling at the camera.

To top it off, Jake was the pilot for December, Mrs. Seresin’s birthday month. “An early birthday gift,” Jake called it as he hugged her to his side and kissed her temple.

That night was for Jake and the rest of the squad, but Mrs. Seresin felt like the real winner.

After its release, the Vigilante calendar took social media by storm. It was easily their most successful campaign, raking in over six figures. And of course, Jake and Ruck became everyone’s favorite duo.

Although Jake wasn’t on social media, and Mrs. Seresin kept her social footprint strictly business, the internet sleuths still found them. Fortunately, they were respectful of their boundaries. Even more surprising, learning Jake was married and that Ruck was Mrs. Seresin’s dog just made folks swoon harder.

An hour after opening the mail, Mrs. Seresin was tucked on the couch, wine in hand, and reading Flyboy cover to cover. Ruck laid at her feet and lifted his head every now and then to confirm her noises weren’t duress.

Mrs. Seresin held the magazine sideways to take in the centerfold in all its glory. Jake was standing naked in the foreground of a hangar with his helmet perfectly positioned to keep the photo modest and have his call sign on full display. His signature smile, sandwiched between deep dimples, added to the cheekiness of the missing vowels on his helmet. She couldn’t help but smile.

Jake knew the magazine arrived today. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he thought about her reading it. It wasn’t the pictures he was nervous about, it was the pages in between.

Curating Flyboy was a trip down memory lane for Jake. He spent time scrolling through their shared memories and writing his perspective of their adventures. It was fun, and he even decided to start a journal.

Jake was confident the magazine caught her off guard. His birthday plan was unfolding perfectly. He was hoping his outfit, his flight suit, was the second punch of a one-two celebration combination. The cherry on top was riding shotgun: a half dozen her favorite donuts.

Since her birthday was two days after Christmas, Jake vowed to keep her birthday separate from the holidays. To honor that, he always celebrated with her in early December. More used to having her birthday swept under the rug, it was the first time in their relationship Jake was able to surprise her.

The truck headlights lit the closed garage door as Jake pulled into the driveway. Once parked, he slipped out of the vehicle and prepared for Mrs. Seresin’s three-legged protector, Ruck, to greet him. Inside, while Jake shed his things at the door, Ruck nosed the donut box. Jake had bought a doggie donut so Ruck could celebrate, too. Package inspected and approved, Ruck led the way to the living room.

Mrs. Seresin was flipping through what Jake assumed was his magazine. She glanced up to find him swaggering over in his flight suit—the top tied around his waist—and a black t-shirt, holding a box. “Hey, flyboy.” Her voice was sultry. “Or should I say coverboy.” Jake couldn’t help but smile, and she mirrored his expression.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He flipped open the box. Her face lit up as she stood to get a donut. Jake watched as she selected her favorite and happily took a huge bite. While she chewed it, she turned the pastry to feed Jake. He obliged.

She tucked a couple fingers in the waist of his flight suit and led him to the couch. Jake placed the donuts on the coffee table and traded her donut for Ruck’s treat. She smiled and fed it to him. Jake’s heart swelled at how gentle Ruck was with her. She finished her donut nestled under Jake’s arm with Ruck’s head in her lap. She fed Jake the last bite. After swallowing, he leaned in to plant a sugary kiss on her lips and murmur one more “happy birthday”.

“Can I unwrap my present?” She smirked at him.

Jake grinned. “You already did.” He tipped his head toward the magazine on the table. Mrs. Seresin leaned forward to grab the magazine, and then returned to her spot under Jake’s arm. Casually, she flipped the pages. “Do you like it?” Jake questioned.

“Love it,” she quickly answered. She looked at him with the biggest smile. He leaned down again and pressed his lips to hers. “So thoughtful. So personal. So hot,” she said between kisses. “But you really didn’t drive home in your suit flight for me?” Her lips pulled into a pout. “I know this is a clean suit. You don’t reek of jet fuel.” Jake wordlessly responded, his bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as he smiled.

“What was your favorite article?” Jake asked, unfazed.

“Ruck’s, of course.” Jake scrunched his nose at her. She chuckled and returned to lazily flipping the pages. “I also liked reminiscing about our honeymoon. You picked some exclusive photos.” Jake flashed a toothy grin as she looked back at him. He had included some photos he took of Mrs. Seresin on the private yacht they stayed on for their French Riviera honeymoon.

His personal favorite was her draped nude on a deck lounge chair with her legs butterflied while she pleasured herself—her hand tastefully covered her core. “I’d love to recreate some of those by the pool,” he responded.

“Mhmm,” Mrs. Seresin replied, still flipping through the magazine. “Or on another yacht. We do have a milestone anniversary coming up,” she reminded him. Jake responded by placing a kiss to her temple.

“Your photos were nice, too,” she added, making eye contact with him and sticking her tongue out. He squeezed her closer and tried to playfully catch her tongue but captured her bottom lip instead. She leaned into the kiss, bringing a hand to the side of his face. Carefully, Jake removed the periodical from her lap as she slid onto his.

Straddling him, she cradled his face in her hands as she deepened the kiss. Magazine safely on the coffee table, Jake slipped his hands under her shirt—one of his Academy shirts—and his thumbs dipped into the waistband of her bike shorts to rub the soft skin of her lower belly. His thumbs circled lower and confirmed his suspicion—no panties.

She rolled her pelvis into his as she kissed him harder. He moaned, and Mrs. Seresin thought she might come right then. She pulled away, mouth agape, and sat back on his lap. “Get this off.” She demanded as she helped strip him of his t-shirt. “Just like the magazine.” She referred to the picture of Jake shirtless with his flight suit tied around his waist. In the photo his suit was so dangerously low that, with his thumb hooked in the roll, you could see his tiny “Bite me” tattoo.

She rubbed herself all over Jake as they continued to make out. Jake’s hands alternated between squeezing her ass and wandering up her shirt. He quickly learned she wasn’t wearing a bra and was doing his best to coax her out of her top.

She whined and tangled her fingers in his locks, pulling his head back and breaking their kiss. “I want to feel more of your skin.” Jake punctuated his statement by palming her ass.

“It’s not your birthday, you don’t get to make demands.” She ground herself more in his lap, making him groan.

“Not a demand, just a suggestion,” Jake responded. She loosened her grip on him, allowing him to dip his head toward her chest. She watched as he found one of her taut nipples through the fabric. Gently, he tugged it with his teeth. She bit her bottom lip as she enjoyed the sensation.

“Jake.” She drew out his name as her head tipped back. He switched to the other nipple. “Fuck.” She quickly ripped her shirt overhead, and he gladly mouthed her bare chest. As he licked and sucked and massaged, she found a rhythm rolling her pelvis against his.

Mrs. Seresin slowly halted her hips and curled her fingers back into Jake’s hair to pull him away from her chest. Jake looked up at her—lips puffy and cheeks a little flush. He whined when she wiggled out of his lap.

She stood and slowly began to slide off her bike shorts as she sauntered out of his reach. She even turned so he could see her tattoo appear on the swell of her backside as she slowly slid the fabric down. Once her shorts were around her ankles, she stepped out of them.

“C’mon, coverboy.” Back still to Jake, she come-hithered him over her shoulder as she strutted away. Jake immediately knew where she was leading him. He practically jumped off the couch and ran after her. She squealed when his arm snaked around her middle, and he carried her sideways into their office.

There were boxes—half full, empty, flat packed—strewn around the room. Otherwise, the office was in its usual decadence. The floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out to the secluded backyard, letting the moonlight flood the space.

Jake marched past their desk, over to the windows and set Mrs. Seresin on her feet. He soaked in her naked form as he held her until she was steady. Jake was distracted by her curves illuminated in the night light. She got his attention back by tugging on his arm as she turned to face him. Jake made eye contact with her as his hands continued to traverse her body. He could feel the incremental movements of her muscles.

“You ok?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and moved a stray lock of hair away from his face.

Jake engulfed her in his arms and pulled her into his chest. Her head was tipped completely back. “Never better.” His voice was heavy with lust. She smiled as his lips met hers for a lingering kiss. “Is it my birthday or yours?” he asked as they separated.

She smirked and nipped his lip. “It’s definitely mine.” She slipped out of his arms. He watched as she pressed her back flush to the cool windows. “Your flight suit looks good on, but take it off for me, coverboy,” she said.

Even in the low light, Jake’s smile was beaming. Jake’s movements were antagonistically slow as he loosened the fabric and pushed it down his body. She couldn’t help but smile as he mimicked her earlier motions, slowly revealing his tattoo.

Flight suit abandoned, he stalked toward her, holding eye contact. His cock bounced against his abdomen with each step. Back and palms still flush to the glass, she craned her head back to maintain eye contact as Jake approached. He leaned down for a kiss. A large hand softly cupped the column of her throat. Jake had her pinned between him and the window with his length resting against her belly. She squeezed her thighs together as their make out intensified.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Jake pulled back. “Turn.” His voice was deep. She obeyed and supported herself with her forearms against the glass as she bent and arched her back.

Mrs. Seresin closed her eyes and remembered to breathe as Jake easily slid to the hilt. “You’re so wet,” Jake praised as he began a slow pace. One hand returning to her throat. “Did you work yourself up looking at my photos, thinking about what’s behind that helmet?” Jake rhetorically asked as he gently squeezed her neck. He snapped his hips, making her whimper. He smiled, feeling the hum against his fingers.

For leverage, Jake placed a hand beside hers on the window, and slipped the other around her front between her legs. She moaned and squeezed her eyes closed as his calloused fingers drew tight circles on her clit. Jake smiled into her shoulder as he felt her push onto her toes to chase the friction of his fingers.

Together they found a perfect rhythm. Jake continued to pepper her with praise and move with her. Eventually, Mrs. Seresin had her cheek and chest pressed against the window. She moaned with each thrust. Jake knew if they kept this positioned he’d come before her.

She gasped but stayed pressed to the window as Jake dropped to his knees. Spreading her with his thumbs, he lapped her from behind. She keened as she arched her back more to give him better access. Jake shifted slightly so his tongue dipped into her.

That was all Mrs. Seresin needed. Jake stilled and let her bounce up and down on his tongue. Mrs. Seresin grew louder with each bob. Palms pressed to the glass, she rested her chin on it as she quickened her pace. Finally, her hips stuttered and she slowed her motions as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

Jake popped to his feet and quickly slipped his cock into her throbbing heat. “Yes,” he hissed as her walls squeezed him. A few thrusts and he pumped her full of cum.

He groaned as his body eclipsed hers against the glass. After he caught his breath, he kissed her shoulders. She groaned, lifting her head off the window to look over her shoulder.

“Happy birthday,” Jake said before he pressed his lips to hers.

“A happy birthday, indeed.” She returned to her position against the window.

Quickly, Jake slipped out of her and scooped into her his arms to avoid dripping any cum on the floor. She relaxed into him as he carried her to their bedroom. He deposited her on the bed before getting a washcloth to clean her up.

Cleaned up, he tossed her favorite of his shirts at her before disappearing back into the bathroom. When he returned she was already curled under the blankets. Jake tossed on a shirt and shorts and headed downstairs to let Ruck out.

While Ruck was in the yard, Jake went to the garage and unloaded the last of Mrs. Seresin’s gifts. He set them in the office out of the way. She could open them in the morning.

Their little secret, Jake treated Ruck to one more donut before they headed back to the bedroom. Ruck tucked himself in his bed on Mrs. Seresin’s side of the bed as Jake slipped under the covers and spooned his wife.

She turned to face him. “Thank you.” She gave him a quick kiss before flipping back over to tuck herself against him.

“You’re welcome.” Jake pressed one more kiss to her temple, and then listened to her breathing as he fell asleep.

The next morning, Jake still asleep, she wandered downstairs to make coffee. While she waited for his pour-over, she picked up the remnants of last night. Retracing their steps, she picked up clothes and folded them. As she entered the office, she kept her sights on Jake’s crumpled flight suit. She folded it, a smile tugging her lips as she thought about last night. Her smile became a full fledged smirk as she noticed all the body part prints on the glass.

As she turned to leave, something leaning against the bookshelves caught her eye. Those were not there last night. Two very large packages. She walked over with a hand extended, fingers ready to graze the paper, when she heard, “Go ahead, open them.”

Startled, she jumped back, clapped a hand over her heart and turned to find Jake. His grin outdoing the Cheshire Cat, he leaned against the door frame with a mug in each hand. She caught her breath as Jake sauntered over. He handed her a mug and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“These are your last gifts,” Jake said. She threw him a look as she walked back toward the packages. Perching her cup on a shelf, she dipped her fingers behind one of the folds and tore the wrapping. She couldn’t help but laugh as she caught sight of her own face staring at her.

Quickly, she tore through the paper to reveal framed prints of her draped naked across the hood of Jake’s vintage Mustang and him naked, holding his helmet and smirking. Their centerfolds.

“Where were you thinking we would hang these?” She gathered her coffee and stepped back beside Jake so they could view their photos together.

He shrugged. They looked at each other. “You’re the designer, and it’s your birthday, so you get to pick.”

“I’ll think about it.” They both smiled as she bounced onto her toes to give him a quick peck.

“One more thing,” he said as they parted. She waited for him to continue. “You can’t hang yours in the garage.” She arched an eyebrow. “I don’t want the neighbor boys trying to sneak a peek when the garage opens and closes.” She burst into laughter.

“I love you,” she replied. Jake feigned confusion as she kissed his cheek. Together, they sipped their coffees and chatted about where to hang the photos.

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