#incredibly artistic freaks

[gnawing-suspicion]

I love the Hannibal fandom so much bc when you start from a place of murder and cannibalism and psychosexual manipulation in canon it’s rly hard to get up on your moral high horse

[lil-lemon-snails]

I took part in my first magma!!! Here are my screenshots from over the weekend (featuring the fantastically talented @lurking-loaf and @littlechinaaru whose company was absolutely invaluable <3) Thank you so much @daycarefriendpickup for hosting!! You can see the full boards these are on in this post and this post, It was so fun to be a part of!! :3

[drleggman]

What do you mean shidou would be an artist if he didn’t play soccer…. What do you mean he cries at the end of the day to decompress and spends his weekends doing nothing and not being a person…. What if I die I need to eat him whole

[leftoverlemonpeels]

I made this absolutely gorgeous face out of blu tack on a whim. Can you tell I'm not a sculptor

His name is Derek with a soul patch but he likes to introduce himself as Magnusson because its fancier. To me the look on his face is saying "are we about to kiss right now?"

And I'm OBSESSED with him

[casetotu]

this entire album is such a lifeline for me rn

I love everything about it, it has such a unique style and has put into music feelings I haven’t been able to find the words for.

I heard “yoshi’s island” first and that one will probably always be the best song on the album to me but my top 5 rn are:

1. calico

2. dallas

3. bone skull

4. neon glow

5. (rat castle)

[skinnypaleangryperson]

As someone who is on mental meth 24/7 imagination wise and is extremely neurodivergent so much to the point that I've even been called too weird for people on here, I really appreciate how insane wacky and extremely disgusting the show is

[ari-ana-bel-la]

omg can you write one for Lewis where he makes a special helmet with some of the drawings his daughter has made for him, his helmet ends up having stars rainbows etc

A Helmet full of Art

The moment Lewis became a father, he knew nothing would ever matter more to him than his little girl, Yn. At just three years old, she had already captured his entire heart, filling his life with laughter, tiny hugs, and endless chatter about her favorite things. She was a bright little spark—curious, loving, and always eager to create something new.

And lately, that "something new" had been drawings.

Lewis had first noticed it when Yn would sit at the coffee table, her tiny tongue sticking out in concentration as she held a crayon in her chubby hands, dragging colors across the page with uncontainable enthusiasm. At first, her drawings were just a mix of squiggles and chaotic rainbows, but over time, they started to resemble actual things—flowers, cats, and even an attempt at drawing both of them together.

"Look, Daddy!" she'd exclaim every time she finished. "This one’s you and me!"

And every single time, Lewis' heart melted.

He was the kind of father who supported Yn in anything she wanted to do. If she decided tomorrow that she wanted to be an astronaut, he’d find her a tiny space suit. If she wanted to become a ballerina, he’d be at every recital. So when he saw how much she adored drawing, he went all in—buying her the best colored pencils, sketchbooks, and even a little artist’s apron.

But what he hadn’t expected was how much her drawings would come to mean to him. He kept every single one. The rainbow she had drawn with colors that didn’t quite follow the traditional order. The cat that had oddly shaped whiskers but still looked adorable. The one of them together, with his curly hair drawn way too big and Yn’s little stick-figure self holding his hand. The flowers and bees that she had proudly declared were for him because "you like flowers, Daddy!"

So when the time came for his first home race as a Ferrari driver, Lewis wanted his helmet to be special.

And there was only one thing that felt right.

The paddock was buzzing with anticipation. It was Lewis’ first home race wearing Ferrari red, and everyone knew he’d do something big. But no one expected what he revealed when he stepped into the garage on Friday.

"Alright, guys," Lewis said, grinning as he pulled the cover off his new helmet. "Meet my new favorite helmet ever."

The garage fell silent for a moment. Then—

"Oh my god," Charles breathed out, stepping closer. "Are these… Yn’s drawings?"

Lewis beamed. "Yep."

The helmet was a masterpiece. Instead of his usual bright yellow, it was now a canvas filled with his daughter’s art. Her rainbow stretched across the top, her wobbly cat drawing sat proudly on one side, the flowers and bees covered another part, and right at the back, a big, bold drawing of them together. It was messy, colorful, and absolutely perfect.

"You actually put them on your helmet," Carlos said, grinning. "Man, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen."

"She loves drawing," Lewis explained, running his fingers over the helmet. "And I love everything she makes. I wanted her to be part of this weekend somehow, and this felt right."

Oscar, who had just arrived, let out a low whistle. "This might be the most wholesome thing I’ve ever seen in F1."

Pierre nudged Max. "Admit it, even you think this is cute."

Max rolled his eyes but smirked. "Yeah, yeah, it's cute. Not as cute as my cats, though."

Lando burst out laughing. "I swear, you and your cats—"

"But seriously," George interrupted, shaking his head in admiration. "This is incredible, mate. I bet Yn’s gonna freak out when she sees it."

"She hasn't seen it yet," Lewis admitted. "I wanted it to be a surprise."

And oh, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

Later that afternoon, after all the practice sessions, Lewis finally had time to call home. He was sitting in the Ferrari motorhome, holding his phone in his hands, waiting for the call to connect.

The moment the screen lit up, Yn’s bright little face appeared, her curls bouncing as she gasped.

"Daddy!" she squealed. "Hi hi hi!"

"Hey, baby," Lewis grinned. "I’ve got a surprise for you."

Yn's eyes widened. "A 'prise? For me?"

Lewis laughed, turning his phone camera around to show his helmet. "Look at this, baby. Do you recognize these drawings?"

For a second, there was silence. Then, an excited shriek.

"THAT’S MINE! THAT’S MY DRAWINGS!" Yn shouted, practically bouncing. "Daddy, you put them on your hat!"

"Helmet, baby," Lewis chuckled, his heart swelling at her excitement. "But yeah, I did! Now, when I race this weekend, I’ll have you with me."

Yn clapped her hands together, eyes shining. "I love it! I love it, I love it, I love it!"

On the other side of the call, Yn’s grandmother laughed. "Lewis, you’ve just made her entire year."

"That was the plan," he said, winking.

Yn leaned close to the camera, her tiny hands gripping the screen. "Win with my pictures, Daddy!"

Lewis smiled softly. "I’ll try my best, baby girl. Just for you."

When Lewis walked into the paddock on Saturday with his helmet under his arm, the cameras instantly caught sight of it. And within minutes, social media exploded.

@F1: Lewis Hamilton’s helmet this weekend is covered in his 3-year-old daughter’s drawings, and we’re not crying, you are.

@SkySportsF1: Lewis dedicates his home race helmet to his daughter Yn, featuring her personal artwork. A touching tribute from the seven-time champion.

The media went crazy over it. Every journalist wanted to ask about it, every interview started with the same question:

"Tell us about your helmet this weekend, Lewis."

And every time, Lewis proudly explained.

"Yn loves drawing, and I love everything she makes," he said during a press conference. "I wanted to do something special for my first home race with Ferrari, and there was nothing more special than this. It’s my way of carrying her with me on track."

The fans adored it. In the grandstands, they held up signs with her drawings, and Ferrari even arranged for a little sketchbook to be placed in the garage for Yn to "design" future helmets.

By Sunday, it wasn’t just a helmet—it was a symbol of love.

As Lewis strapped himself into the car, he ran a hand over his helmet one last time.

"For you, baby girl," he murmured.

And then, with the whole world watching, he raced.

He raced with his daughter’s rainbow on his head, with her flowers and bees bringing color to the Ferrari red, with her little cat keeping him company through every turn.

And when he crossed the finish line in P1, the first thing he did after climbing out of the car was point to his helmet.

That night, when he called home again, Yn’s excited squeal nearly burst his eardrums.

"You did it, Daddy! My pictures won!"

Lewis laughed, feeling his heart swell. "Yeah, baby. We did it together."

And as far as he was concerned, that made this the most special win of his career.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-💙🦋

[rikkivoid]

this is my final post! the past few years have been amazing - thank you for everything <3 (more info below the cut)

I will no longer post on this account and wanted to write a note to explain and say goodbye.

Bnha and the bkdk fandom have been a constant source of joy and excitement in my life since 2018 - you were all so kind and encouraging towards me, and I grew so much in skill and confidence as a result! I’ll really treasure my time in this fandom. I loved experiencing so much incredible fanwork and freaking out over exciting moments from the series with everyone in real time. (I still remember choking on my drink and falling to the ground when I saw the vol.29 cover on my tl omg… it was life changing.)

I went on hiatus last year to reconnect with my passion for making art outside of bkdk and learn what I wanted to create without the influence of external validation. I had time to reflect on how much I was influenced by numbers on social media. I thought they didn’t affect me, but in truth, they completely ruled my artistic judgment and decisions. I found new hobbies, new media, experimented with different mediums and subject matters, and in the end… I rediscovered my joy for making art! 

This year, I gave myself a fresh start instead of returning to this account. This is partly because I really enjoy exploring erotic and transgressive themes and I don’t want to share it on a large account to people who followed me under a different pretense haha. But the main reason is that I wanted to create a space without any expectation for what kind of art I should make based on my previous work (since I know the majority of people follow me because I draw bkdk, and I mainly draw ocs and unrelated fanart now). 

All this to say, I hope we can cross paths in the future, but if that day never comes, thank you for the wonderful memories and support you’ve given me over the years! This fandom has so many incredible people in it and I sincerely wish you all the best. PLUS ULTRA!!!! and farewell! :’3

Lots of love,

Rikki <3 

[This account will stay up, but I won't be checking it much. If you have any questions or would like to get in touch, email me at rikkivoid@gmail.com and we can go from there!]

[idolomantises]

I haven't drawn Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss redesigns since last year and the fandom still regularly tags me/picks fights with me over them. I did not think a couple drawings would live in people's heads so rent free.

Like you can go find my redesigns on twitter, they're still very public. I just label them as "Angel Dust redesign" or "Alastor redesign". The only time I think I explicitly called a design bad was when I said I found Beelzebub's design atrocious. Which it is. It's an overdesigned mess that doesn't convey the sin at all, I'm allowed to say I don't like it. And even still, when I posted the art, I still labeled it as "Beelzebub redesign".

I'm not going to forget when you fans regularly stalked my account and PATREON just to figure out when I would upload the redesigns. You think I forgot about when I posted my Angel Dust redesign which was just meant to improve my old design and you people harassed me for days? You accused me of "baiting" fans because you are so self-obsessed you think everything I do is explicitly to upset you. You people misgendered me, told me to kill myself, called me a fucking cockroach and flat out threatened to assault me multiple times. Sure I was harsh about my critiques, but I didn't resort to homophobic and transphobic comments like you people did with my Angel Dust redesign because for some unexplained reason you diehard fans who have been following this project for 10 years didn't know that he's meant to be a drag queen. When I did a quick redesign of Katie Killjoy on my personal tumblr, guess what? You people flipped the fuck out, AGAIN.

I can't even talk about my own religion without you sad, paranoid losers thinking I'm trashtalking hazbin hotel. You made up some rumor that I block all Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss fans (despite being mutuals/friends with people who are fans of the shows or actually work on them) just so you could justify harassing me even more. You told me for years that I should wait until the Hazbin series dropped to get my full thoughts out and when it did you people still freaked out and berated me.

Even when I talked about my situation after posting my Angel Dust redesign, instead of apologizing, fans claimed I planned this hostile reaction to begin with to make the fandom look bad. That I was "pulling a transphobia card" for sympathy. I didn't do shit. You people have gotten more aggressive about your hate towards me because people finally saw how incredibly inappropriate and vile you people act over a midtier cartoon written by someone who has so many allegations of bullying, transphobia, racism and workplace abuse that it's become harder and harder for you to deny, so you take out your unrepressed anger on me.

I know the only reason you people target me is because I'm a big artist who doesn't kiss Viv's ass. You want me to be a diehard fan of hers like every other big artist you people bully into worshipping Viv and her show and I won't do it. So you just obsessively stalk and monitor my account and accuse every little thing I do as a spiteful attack so you can justify your little harassment campaigns again. It's pathetic.

Seek help, find a hobby, stop obsessing over people who don't like the same thing as you. It's getting sad.

[shadebloopnik]

Basically they're both silly freaks in their own unique ways, pls dont put them in lil neat boxes, bc these two are hot messes and we love them like that-

Me : well maybe it's not that bad?

Me : looking for radioapple art and immediately get hit with big buff Alastor and tiny shorter than in canon Lucifer, Lucifer in a dress getting fucked by Alastor, Lucifer in a dress getting fucked by big buff Alastor, Lucifer who look like 5 yo and 'suave sugar daddy' Alastor who holds him and each with thousands of likes and absolutely zero of anything else than that

Me : nope 🙃😔

Save me Vox/Al artists, save me

Man, I love Vox/Alastor art so much.

I just love the Vox/Alastor ship as a whole, be it one-sided, mutual, or anything in between, and a lot of it stems from Alastor still feeling like he's Alastor.

I mean, I think people make Alastor a little more cruel and heartless towards Vox sometimes, but overall he still feels like himself. He gets to be dangerous and manipulative and he gets to be silly and whimsical. It's perfect.

Adding a cut right here because this post got WAY longer than I anticipated ⬇️

I think with RadioApple, when it comes to Alastor, people lean too much into this:

And not enough into this:

It feels like his fun, sassy, and whimsical side gets stripped away and he's turned into a stereotypically tall, dark and menacing love interest.

Where's his flamboyancy? His razzamatazz! As Susan would say, "Where's the showmanship? Where's the pizzaz? Fucking mediocre."

If I'm reading a fic or looking at art and I can't imagine their Alastor doing one of his girly-pop wrist flicks -

- then I can't keep going. His girly-pop vibes are too important to me.

Of course, when it comes to tone in both fics and art, sometimes fun and whimsical aren't what the artist is going for. But even outside of NSFW art and stories, so often Alastor just feels...bland. He feels too stiff. Too much like a suave, old fashioned, smooth talking gentleman, and not enough like a fun, silly, and sassy little freak who loves trolling people.

And with Lucifer if feels like they lean too much into this:

And not enough of this:

I feel like any, if not all, of Lucifer's flaws are brushed aside so often and so easily.

He feels softened and watered down. Like he's either a sad & awkward UwU boi all the time, or he's the most flamboyant, seductive little minx there is. And to be fair, he is both a very sad boi and a seductive little minx.

But rarely does he ever come across as powerful to me. A lot of the time he feels too normal. Or too sad and naive. Literally, like he could be any other sinner if I didn't already know he was the kind of Hell. And that's so funny to me because we've seen him openly and extravagantly display his powers multiple times in the show--not to the extent that he did in the finale--but he was definitely flaunting all the things he could do, make, or summon for Charlie during his musical-battle with Alastor. He was 100% showing off how powerful he is.

Not only that, but, honestly, Lucifer feels too open and sincere because that man is judgmental as fuck.

Going back to the "Dad Beat Dad" episode, there are multiple examples of him being a self-righteous little shit: 1) he was incredibly critical of Charlie's hotel the moment he stepped inside, even if he tried, and failed, to cover it, 2) he didn't even try to hide his disgust for Alastor's bar, which he didn't even know was incorporated by Alastor (who he hadn't even met him yet) and could've been incorporated by Charlie or Vaggie, for all he knew, 3) he wasn't taking Charlie's hotel or her plan for redemption seriously from the start, he didn't even have his mind open to the possibility, he wasn't there to hear about her plans he was only there to see her, and 3) when the hotel was attacked by the loan sharks, instead of making them go away or preventing the hotel from being damaged - which he could have very easily done with no amount of effort - he hung back and smugly reiterated that he was right and sinners can't be redeemed and Charlie should just give up on her goals/dreams because it's just not possible so there's no point in trying.

Like, Charlie was very clearly in distress over her hotel being attacked and destroyed, but he was too busy boasting about how he'd been "proven" right to see that.

He's very easy to anger and his ego is so easily bruised. Alastor got under his skin immediately and effortlessly - though I also believe that's on part that Lucifer doesn't have a high opinions of sinners anyway - and Lucifer 100% escalated the conversation/argument he had with Alastor during their first meeting.

See the whole scene of him referring to Alastor as a "has-been" and insulting the name he'd given the hotel, especially when you take into consideration that until Alastor said that he named the hotel, Lucifer thought it was Charlie who came up with it.

And I'm not going to say that Alastor was an innocent, picked on little baby in that scene, he was 100% riling up Lucifer from the start, but also, like...Alastor's lines weren't outright antagonist like Lucifer's were. They were more subtle, slightly needling and passive aggressive, but nothing that could really be taken as a insult.

This is literally the dialogue, word for word, of their very first interaction:

Lucifer: What in the unholy Hell is that?!

Alastor: Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit if color, don't you think?

Lucifer: And you are?

Alastor: Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, Sir, quite a pleasure. It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life.

Lucifer: Who is this? Who is this now - are you the bellhop?

Alastor: Ah-ha, no! I am the host of the hotel. You might've heard of me from my radio broadcast.

Lucifer: Hmm, nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the "has-been" hotel, hahaha!"

Alastor: Ha ha ha, it was actually my idea.

Lucifer: Ha ha, well it's not very clever.

Alastor: Ha ha, fuck you.

Like. That's their first interaction. And if you go back and actually pay attention to facial expressions and body languages, this was the first time he's seen Alastor, and Lucifer was immediately disdainful.

I went back and screenshotted Lucifer's face, right after Alastor's first line (which was a relatively innocent in and of itself and didn't even sound that antagonist), and:

That's a lot of disesteem for someone he literally just met. At most, you could argue that it was Alastor's smirk or tone that set him off ⬇️:

But even that is such a small thing to get upset over.

I'd say the only time Alastor really started getting openly hostile towards Lucifer was when he wiped his hand after shaking Lucifer's cane (which Lucifer didn't even see as he was too busy fixing his hat) and commenting on Lucifer's height (as a shortie myself, can confirm, that'll get on the nerves very fast).

My point is, Lucifer was immediately unfriendly towards Alastor and escalated the situation just as quickly, if not quicker, than Alastor did. Alastor implied that Lucifer might know of his radio broadcast, and Lucifer jumped right to calling him a "has-been." He doesn't even know him. This is their very first meeting. He was judgy and dismissive of Alastor at first sight, and, let's be honest, he kind of threw the first punch with that "has-been" line. Alastor said Lucifer was shorter than expected, but it's not like he laughed, pointed at him and called him a undercooked little chicken nugget. I'm sure a lot of demons/sinners who've never seen Lucifer would also assume he would be taller and more menacing at first glance, and I doubt this is the first time someone was surprised with his height (still not cool, Alastor. We vertically challenged folk have feelings too).

But Lucifer was prejudice from the start and antagonized Alastor just as quickly, and way more openly, than Alastor did to him. And don't get me wrong, this isn't me saying that's a bad thing on Lucifer's part! This isn't me criticizing or scorning him for it. I think it speaks so much of him as a character!

Cause we've seen the soft and tender moments he has with Charlie. We know how much he loves and cares for her. But he's also egotistical, antagonistic, and judgmental as hell, and that's what makes him such a fun character to write about. He's awkward yet showy, smug yet caring, depressed yet prideful. And by god, this man will show off his power without hesitation. He knows he's hot shit. He knows he's the strongest person in all of Hell. He knows he's the top dog and he can do whatever he wants - even if he has no love or interest in interacting within the Pride Ring (as far as we've been shown).

He's got a lot of multi-facets to him and I adore it, and that's why I get so annoyed when all of that is stripped away and he's turned into this soft little sunshine UwU boi who's just a sad, sweet lil lamb who's done no wrong.

No! He has done many wrongs! There's a reason he and Charlie were estranged and I don't think it was Lilith's fault - or, at least, I don't think it was all her fault (I have many thoughts about Lucifer and Lilith's divorce, okay)

I didn't mean for this to turn into a full-blown character analysist post LOL but alas I tend to get carried away. This was all to say, I really enjoy RadioStatic because Alastor typically gets to keep his sadistic and whimsical side, and I appreciate that. His silliness means a lot a to me, and if he comes off as too stiff or formal, it takes me out of a story.

Lucifer's flaws and sheer power also mean a lot to me, and I wish there were more fics and fan-art that showed that. If Lucifer reads too much like a normal, every-day person, I lose interest. I like the idea of people getting used to him, and getting comfortable around his presence, only to get a sudden and overwhelming reminder that he is, in fact, an ancient and immortal being with immense power that their brains wouldn't even be able to comprehend.

I have so many headcanons about Lucifer as a fallen angel and how his habits and lifestyle developed over the thousands upon thousands of years he's been in Hell. Habits he's adopted that unconsciously help him duplicate the mannerisms and behavior of sinners and demons, but also those small, indistinct tells that are quick and subtle reminder that he could destroy everyone in Pentagram City with ease if he decided to; and also, those times if you were to look closely and really pay attention, you get the faint, unsettling feeling that there is something very un-human about him. A subtle, unnerving shiver down your spine as your instincts yell at you that this person is not a person at all, he's just passing off as one.

That shit gets me. Give me ancient, eldritch Lucifer and I'll love you forever.

I am sorry Anon, I did not mean for this response to get so big 😅 You gave me a paragraph and I gave you a novel. But yeah, save me RadioStatic artists, save me 🙏 I rarely have to worry about Alastor turning into a big, buff alpha man or a soft little UwU when he's with Vox, and I appreciate that.

Edit: Adding a screenshot of my tags here because apparently I wrote down too many and it cut off the character tags.

[mircsy]

I have a challenge… A test of skills… EPIC!Athena Draw This In Your Style, as promised🙂‍↕️

Use #AthenaDTIYSmircsy so I can see it if anyone decides to draw this beast of a drawing LMAO

NO deadline (and doesn’t need to be the exact same pose)

And something else…

EPIC: The Musical is the example of what people are capable of if they work together with respect, understanding, love and support. With these aspects people are able to build the world Athena wonders about if it would be possible to ever exist.

The fact that one person’s dream, Jorge’s, could grow and keep blooming is majestic and mind-blowing, and the project had great impact on many many many people already, including me too.

Throughout the three years I’ve been following the amazing process and releases, EPIC gave me plenty of memories, knowledge, better understanding of others and myself, and a direction where to take my future thanks to this rare opportunity to work on official animatics for songs, which I am so deeply grateful that there are no words for it in any languages. This musical truly pulled me out of a deep, dark pit…

But that’s not all. Thanks to EPIC I got to know many incredible people, starting from some of the cast members, to other composers, to other artists, to people who like the kind of art I do, to true friends. Every second with these people is a bliss and pleasure.(I wish I could tag you all but you are so freaking many😭🫶)

Again, I’m just grateful we can experience this together! See you in future projects, since with the Ithaca Saga released, the journey truly begins now…

[shapelytimber]

Ok hear me out.......... wlw Wilhuff Tarkin and Orson Krennic-

the dynamic very much is unhinged creative vs rigid control freak in a context of evil bureaucracy- and personally the context is why I love to read stories with imperials jdjdkd nothing is more crack cocaine literature for me than to make drama in a space office filled with awful people

More flavor text and me trying to sell you on why this ship of two truly terrible people is great below vvv

For Krennic, lean more into the evil genius artist. She's been up for 46 hours straight drawing schematics, she's rambling about incomprehensible shit, her only meals have been cigarettes and energy drinks, she's so full of herself she might one day think she's god, she's gonna die by 60. She doesn't care much about the politics of the empire, but they don't bother her either. She works for the imperials because they have a lot funds to give to engineers willing to build them a battle station the size of a moon capable of blowing up planets. Before that she worked on a lot a architectures on imperial center/Coruscant.

The imperial uniforms are a bit boring- so I'm taking full advantage of the fact Krennic is more of an engineer/architect to tweak her uniform a bit (and the cape was already not respecting regulations sooooo) For Tarkin I'm keeping it tho, this woman won't be caught dead without it.

For Tarkin, lean less into the whole buff survivalist aspect- she very much was in her youth, but she *is* a 65 year old woman based on *Peter Cushing*, and has been in a very high and prestigious position within the empire for the past 20 years. She still as an extensive knowledge on how to survive in nature, and fight with her bare hands or a knife, but that doesn't come up very often in her line of work anymore. She still killed a space bear unharmed when she was like 17 tho. She hates chaos and developed the main philosophy that drove the empire to this day : to govern with fear and impose order. She is a bloodthirsty woman in her sixties, with a never ending hunger for power, currently cheating on her wife with a coworker she hates.

They both love the death star more than they tolerate each other, but they did end up bonding over plotting the demise of one coworker they couldn't stand and digging out rebel spies. Make no mistake tho, this is very much a love triangle/trouple between two women and a giant battle station.

In the end, Tarkin killed Krennic by shooting her from orbit with the death star, the project was finally finished, she didn't need her anymore and she might have gotten in the way of her control of the station.

Tarkin dies a few days later during the battle of Yavin, along the death star, not willing to back down in her moments of glory.

PS : a lot of this is inspired by the fic "Propagating structure" by oneinspats ! it's what made me like and understand this pairing, and is truly a great work of fiction. I really think this fic is a masterful work when it comes to expending the character of Krennic, and extrapolating on existing things. Exploring his more creative side, his passion for his work, his truly abysmal lifestyle, giving him a hatred of nature and a background as an architect on Coruscant. While also keeping his horrific aspects, like reading his internal (or external) monologues sometimes makes my skin crawl with how disgusting his ideas are and how deep they run, but making him an interesting and compelling protag for the story. While all of it is surrounded by this delicious dramatic irony, because we know that no matter how hard they try to scheme (or fuck), the death star will blow up and it's incredible.

[minkiverse]

JUNG WOOYOUNG FIC RECS

Poly!Ateez Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Kim Hongjoong - Park Seonghwa - Jeong Yunho - Kang Yeosang - Choi San - Song Mingi - Choi Jongho

Happy Valentine's to Ateez's biggest loverboy, Jung Wooyoung!!! My love for this guy knows no bounds, and he deserves all the love in the world!!!! Please make sure to visit these authors blogs and leave lots of love to them!!

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please read all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

Cache - @songmingisthighs ⛈️🍑 Chaebol!Wooyoung ✧ SMAU

Be ready to hate ateez and become a txt stan! it would be funny if i left it like that but truly the angst in this author's social media au's 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 readers be warned you will not catch a break adgffgdfhdfhg

Right Here Part 2 - @0097linersb 🔥💗🍑 Friends to Lovers AU

I'm obsessed with the banter in this fic, it flows so well and i literally had to put my phone down because i would start laughing adfsdgsfgfgdfg but goddammit is this wooyoung charming as hell 😩😩 mc is so strong for holding out so long 👏👏

Written in the Stars - @ennysbookstore 💗 Office!AU ✧ Ongoing

*BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL* ID DIE FOR WOOYOUNG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 it may only have one chapter BUT I DONT CARE I LOVE HIM SO MUHUHUHCUCUHHH 😭😭 he is just so sweet n kind 🥹🥹🥹

vivrant thing - @hwaslayer ✨🔥⛈️💗 Bestfriend's Brother AU

i have a soft spot for this series, because the mc hasnt been pining over wooyoung forever which i think stands out for this au 👏👏 like they just fall together like a cute lil puzzle piece 🥹🥹 and the sibling banter is extremely realistic adfsdgdfdgfg

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES

One on One - @beginningofwonderland 🔥 Fighter!AU

Untitled - @kitten4sannie 🔥 Hybrid!AU

Untitled - @multiwreckedmess 🔥Roomates!AU

Drive you crazy - @sxcret-garden 🔥

first snow - @cheollipop 🔥💗

Study Games - @muntitled 🔥💗 Idol!AU

Marks - @last-words-ofashootingstar ✨🔥💗

I love brat!woo just as much as the next person, BUT soft domestic woo is my FAAAAAAAAAVVVVV!!!! like he is just so full of love that him in a relationship would be DEVASTATING 🥺🥺 also its more subby!wooyo so it feels like this was made for me adfssgdff

Sweet Dreams - @yuyusboyfriend 🔥 Friends to Lovers AU

realistic sex with wooyoung - @byuntrash101 🔥

Freaks on a Friday - @thisthatpinkvenom 🔥 College!AU

Untitled - @bandgie 🔥

Untitled - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Untitled - @cheollipop 🔥 Hybrid!AU

5:40am - @xuchiya 🔥

late night cravings - @cheollipop 🔥

21:23pm - @adoringsan 💗 Tattoo Artist!Wooyoung

bf texts w/ wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Hybrid!AU

"i'm just bein' curious." - @teeskz 🔥

mirror mirror - @seonghwaddict 🔥⛈️💗

Untitled - @secretsecretbunny 🍑 Friends to Lovers AU

Strawberry Mocha - @pirateprincessblog ✨🔥⛈️ Barista!Camboy!Wooyoung

aaaaaaaaaaaah this fic 😭😭😭 if you like a side of pain with your smut you will LOVE THIS! ESPECIALLY IF YOU LOVE YUNHO😭😭 but god was this fic fun to read, just incredibly written dialogue, smut, characterizations, just everything was really well done👏👏

enemies w/ wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun 🔥⛈️

shampoo w/ wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun 💗

Whatcha Gonna Do About It? - @songmingisthighs 🔥

i like you, i do! - @sungbeam 💗 College!AU

Lock your windows - @mingtinysworld 🔥

Untitled - @baby-boy-chan 🔥

Untitled - @cheollipop 🔥

Untitled - @bunnliix 🔥

Birthday Surprise - @pocketjoong 💗

Mug w/ Jung Wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun ⛈️💗

after the game - @pantherxrogers ✨🔥 Baseball Player!Wooyoung

i will never, not for one single second, get over wooyoung in a baseball uniform like it changed something inside me 😩😩 and this smut is hot (i don't even fuck with daddy kink like that but goddamn 😵‍💫😵‍💫) but it ends super cute and someone needs to give woo some kids STAT

milkshake - @byuntrash101 🔥 Office!AU

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

marked - @igbylicious 🔥💗 Werewolf!AU

home run! - @vampzity 💗 Baseball Player!Wooyoung

Imagining Wooyoung as a girl dad - @redzie02 💗 Dad!Wooyoung

[15:41] - @songmingisthighs ⛈️💗

If Without You - @sorryimananti-romantic ⛈️💗 Friend to Lovers AU

Jeju Thoughts - @hee0soo 💗

Star 1117 - @sorryimananti-romantic ⛈️💗 Space Apocalypse!AU

Untitled - @gojosnympho 🔥🍑

how to tame a brat tamer - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Good Lil Boy - @sorryimananti-romantic ✨🔥⛈️💗 Royalty!AU

of course my fav bside would be one of my fav fics 😩😩 what really sells me on woo fics is banter I JUST LOVE IT!! i mentioned this in my reblog but this was a fic i read early into getting into ateez and it just hits even harder reading it now 😭😭 and with these two its just meant to be i love them dearly 🥹🥹

random bf!wooyoung texts - @sativateez 🍑 SMAU

sleepover - @kitten4sannie 🔥

Pull of Passion - @crimsonbubble 🔥

friens to fwb to lovers with wooyoung - @lxvemaze 🍑 SMAU

drive (me crazy) - @cheollipop 🔥

blood pact - @kitten4sannie 🔥⛈️ Vampire!Wooyoung

I Still Hate You - @starskq 🔥⛈️ Enemies to Lovers

Almost Home - @shadowkoo 🔥

Untitled - @intheemptymirror 🔥

Challenge Accepted - @mikrokosmoslove 🔥 Friends to Lovers AU

Just Trust Me - @wwooyology 🔥⛈️💗 Fox Hybrid!Wooyoung

Night Drives - @tinybeetiny 🔥

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

Xmas Dinner Goes Wrong - @hwallazia 🔥

random bf!ateez texts // wooyoung - @nightbeforethend 🍑 SMAU

very bad things - @frenchkisstheabyss 🔥 Mafia!Wooyung ✧ Stripper!Reader

Needy texts - @sugarbaybeetexts 🔥🍑 SMAU

[occasionallyprosie]

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I LOVE IT

YOU DREW DEV OMG

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ITS SO GOOD OH MY GOSH

It’s incredible. I love It. The colors. The smile too. YOU HAVE THE RIBBON

I realize my description was probably so lacking for sake of mysteriousness but YOU STILL MADE THIS FROM THAT?!

ily ily so much

@moonphoenix23 IT DEV :D

I took a little creative liberty with his outfit, but I hope you like it!

This is Dev (Sword Spirit Legend) from moon’s fic Blood Filled Blades. 10000000% recommend reading it it’s fabulous :D

[nomi-c]

Dearest Enemy

{San × Reader}

Genre: Boss San, enemies to lovers, smut, girl receiving, protected intercourse (pill), cursing (Fuck, Fuck you), pet names (Darling, baby)

Word count: 5,2k

A/n: As always with my FF's, this FF isn't meant to represent the artist in any kind of way or form!

- MINORS DON'T READ-

A sigh leaves your lips at the prospect of having to spend 3 days with your incredibly handsome, Cocky and arrogant know it all Boss in a Hotel in another country across the world to deal with some really important clients.

Even worse, earlier when you finally arrived at the hotel after a 10 hour flight and a temperature change of 20⁰C all sweaty and in despreate need of a welcomed shower, you found out that they made a mistake with the reservation.

And that's how you found yourself sitting awkwardly on the big comfortable sofa across from San in your shared suite.

Your eyes fell on his suit jacket that he must've draped over the edge of the sofa when you weren't watching, it's a habit you always disliked about men.

Couldn't they see that that would inevitably cause nasty wrinkles?

Your jaw flexed in annoyance as you got up and grabbed the jacket, careful to not make it any more wrinkly than it already was before you pinned San with a annoyed look.

"Is it so hard to just hang your jacket on the rack?" You asked him as you tried to make it look the best it still could given the circumstances.

San's eyes lifted from the papers he has been observing for the last 30 minutes, a smirk on his lips already. "Why would I do it myself when you're here?"

You hated how sure of himself he was and how his voice never failed to give you shivers that you didn't want to acknowledge any further.

Anger bubbled up inside of you at his words. "I'm your assistent and not your freaking servant, San."

He raised a eyebrow at you as he leaned back on the couch, draping one muscular arm over the backrest.

Your eyes inevitably acknowledged how the buttons of his black suit shirt strained and held on for their dear life against his undoubtedly muscular chest.

Heat crept up to your cheeks as it always did around him, you always faulted your anger for it but deep down you knew it was something else entirely that caused it.

Another wave of his musky and addictive scent hit you right in the face as you turned on your heels and made your way to the entrance door to discard his jacket before he noticed your inner turmult.

"Oh, but I think you are just that darling. Or have you forgotten what you signed up for by taking the job as my assistant?" You heard him say full of confidence with a presumably arrogant smirk on his face.

You stopped on the spot yet again and turned back to face him fully. "You might be my boss but you can't and won't treat me like that when we aren't even in the office!"

San shot up from the sofa and closed up to you in a few quick strides. "We are enemies since school, and yet I gave you job and a purpose when your brother came running to me to beg for a job for you."

His voice was calm and silky, and you knew too well that he only used that voice when he would continue with an absolute death blow.

"And you're here whining about hanging up a suit jacket every once in a while when I could make your life a lot harder in a blink." You felt his breath fan your face softly as you noticed the amusement glimmering in his eyes.

Your hands crumbled the soft fabric of the suit jacket as you took a step closer towards him, your chests almost touching. "Why did you even hire me in the first place then?"

Your finger poked his firm chest as a venomous smirk appeared on your lips. "Are you enjoying to see that I'm better than you in all aspects so much that you have to try and degrade me any chance you get?" You spat with nothing but venom in your voice.

San's eyes took on a dangerous glimmer. "I think you're too confused from my handsome face to see the reality here, darling."

The anger you tried keeping at bay surfaced in lightning speed as you tossed away his suit jacket. "Don't you dare call me that!"

His eyes tracked the crumbled suit jacket as a quiet and menacing laugh left his full lips. "We both know you love it, darling."

Your jaw flexed. He was right, and you knew it, but you weren't gonna give him that satisfaction. "I don't like it one bit. And I don't like you or your freaking face or character. I'm better than you, and I always was."

"If that were the case, you would be in my position and own a multimillion dollar heavy company, would you not?"

He took a step closer to you, the arrogance and confidence of each stride of his long legs that carried him impossibly closer towards you pissed you off all the more.

"Yet you are here as my Assistent, making me coffee and working on tasks I don't want to do."

His annoyingly sexy smell that consisted of his perfume and his own intoxicating smell that never failed to give you goosebumps all over your body enveloped you in full force again. "Nothing to say to that?"

You grit your teeth. "Fuck you."

With that you left him standing in the middle of the room but not before making sure to walk over his mad expensive jacket, crumbling it beyond saving.

You heard him laugh behind you as you stomped into the bedroom and opened your suitcase to grab a comfortable outfit and took a quick shower.

Once you were dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants and a white shirt, you tied up your still wet hair into a messy bun and made your way back to the living room.

You found San yet again engrossed into the papers before him, his eyebrows drawn together in thoughts.

He hasn't noticed you yet, so you took your time to look at him fully. You noticed that he opened the top Buttons of his Shirt, which gave you an excellent view over his fancy cross necklace and the perfectly sculpted muscles you knew were beneath the suit shirts he wore on a daily basis.

"If you're done staring at me, you could actually come over and work. I don't pay you to look at me." You heard the amusement in his voice.

Your chin lifted as you made your way next to him. "As if there was anything worth to look at anyways." You said in a sarcastic voice as you took a seat right next to him.

Once you sat down fully, you swatted his hands away from the papers forcefully to inspect them quickly. You felt San's gaze on you, as he inspected you closely.

A smirk formed on your lips, as you checked the things you would need to press into the tight budget you were given by your business acquaintances. "Careful Boss, or I might think you actually like me."

You heard him laugh quietly. "I'd rather jump in front of a train, darling."

After another two minutes, you set the papers down on the glass table in front of you both. While leaning forward, your knee bumped and pressed against his by accident.

A electric shiver raced down your spine and the air seemed to steer and shift around you.

Your eyes shot to San as you felt uncomfortably warm all of a sudden, he was suddenly too close and his smell too inviting.

With every additional second of eyecontact you felt your selfcontrol slip more and more, until the point that you couldn't bear to be next to him even for a second longer before you did something stupid like kiss him or jump him, so you straightened your spine quickly averting your eyes to the papers.

"We should take their offer, but under a few conditions. We won't pay more, we decide on the campaign design, and we handle the finances. They should only participate in their Name and leave the marketing to us to ensure their visions become reality."

San's eyes seemed darker than they usually were and a arrogant smirk slowly appeared on his face as he leaned back and draped his arm on the back rest of the sofa behind you, never losing that intense eyecontact with you. "Same minds seem to think alike." You seemed to feel the heat of his body and the ghost of a touch on your back.

With a deep breath to calm your nerves, you quickly got up and went around the glass table to the side across from him on the couch you occupied before your outburst over his jacket earlier.

Your eyes fell to the floor where you stomped over his jacket earlier, but the place where you left it was empty. Your eyes darted to the clothing rack and focused on his crumbled suit jacket that hung there.

A slight smirk grazed your lips. That was a first for sure.

You grabbed your glasses and the stack of papers next to you to start calculating the budget you would realistically need and to work on the marketing plan out for the meeting tomorrow.

You started typing into the calculator in lightspeed, trying to ease your traitorous mind. Not much time passed in for you uncomfortable silence before you heard San get up but you didn't dare spare him a glance as he did so.

Once you heard the door to the bedroom close, you tossed away the pencil and calculator and let yourself fall against the backrest of the sofa with a frustrated sigh.

You hate San, you always did. It was always a rivalry from the moment he enrolled in your school. He always tried to be the best and to your strong dislike you and him always were on the same level in everything.

But your traitorous heart still fell for him on first sight all those years ago, and those feelings never disappeared or wavered no matter how mean you were to one another or how much you pretended you didn't like him.

And being so close to him was like poison to you, your body would betray you and it almost did a little while ago.

Those 3 days sounded manageable when you booked the trip, but the moment you found out you had to share a room, it started sounding like a nightmare.

You opened your bun and raked your hand through your damp long hair before you grabbed the statistics you finalised and the laptop.

You strode to the bar and filled yourself a big glass of wine as you continued working.

Sipping on your wine and refilling it occasionally, you were too engrossed in your job to notice that San entered the room again in the meantime.

He cleared his throat behind you, and you jumped. Your hand flew to your racing heart as you turned in your seat to face him. "God damn it! San, why would-"

Your words got stuck in your throat as you gaped at him. He switched his suit pants for a pair of Black sweat pants and his suit shirt for a black tanktop that gave you a perfect view over his broad and muscular body. His head was framed by a dark cap, and the same fancy cross necklace from earlier sat on his chest.

Your eyes widened as you took him in, and your eyes snagged to his broad and muscular shoulders and the strong tendons of his arm.

You knew he worked out a lot, but the suit shirts and overoversized clothing he wore daily hid just how well build he actually was.

A dimple formed on his handsome face. "Like what you see?"

You scoffed as you removed the glasses from your face. "I don't get paid to look at you, remember? Not that I would want to anyway."

A smile plastered his lips as he lowered his head for a second. The cap hiding his expression excellently.

You turned in your bar chair. "I finalised the statistics and have a big part of the marketing plan ready."

San nodded and closed up to you to examine your work. "It's only a little left for tomorrow. That's good."

You gulped down the rest of your wine and got up before his close proximity and parfume could lull you in. "I'll take a rest now."

Without waiting for a reply you let yourself fall on the couch and turned on the tv, not really caring about the program.

San passed by you towards the door. "I'll do some workout, don't miss me too much while I'm gone."

You gave him a side eye and rolled your eyes in annoyance as you signed him to get lost.

With a scoff, he left the suite. Once the door clicked into the lock, you turned off the tv and jumped to your feet.

Finally!

You thought to yourself as you raced to the bedroom and grabbed your black bikini. You didn't pick this specific Hotel for nothing and since San would have to pay regardless why not make the best of it you thought while booking some days ago.

You jumped into the bathroom happily and put on your bikini before you went to the infinity pool on the balcony of your suite that provided an impeccable view over the whole city with all the shimmering lights and the stars above your head.

You dipped one toe into the water and were pleasantly surprised at the temperature of the water before you went back to put on some music over the speakers.

Once you were settled in the water, you dove under the surface to soak your whole body in the nice and warm water before you swam up to the boarder of the pool from where you could look at least 15 stories down.

As the music of your favorite artist reached your ears, you forgot why you were here to begin with. You felt your muscles loosed quite instantly as your body set into relaxation mode.

You forgot the important meeting tomorrow and the pressure that that brought with it, and you forgot your annoying Boss and rival that was somewhere in this building and working out which you assumed would be quite a sight to behold if you weren't sworn to hate him.

Your eyes looked over the endless skyscrapers and the dozens of lights of their residents. You couldn't help but wonder what their life might be like, what they might do for a living, what their stresses and worries might be, what living here would be like.

The air was still far above 20⁰C even though it was already nighttime, which only reminded you of the fact that you travelled around half of the globe within the last 24 hours.

A long time passed with you looking out at the big city and more and more lights being distinguished as residents went to their well-deserved sleep.

You heard the water steer behind you and turned around to see San, who already stood chest high in the pool, his eyes focused on you as he made his way towards you.

Your eyes widened in surprise, if you were already affected by him in a tanktop earlier, you weren't prepared for what you saw now.

Your eyes roamed over his exposed chest in awe, and heat crept up your neck and cheeks as your stomach fluttered.

He raked his hands through his hair, his eyes dark and dangerous in the low light of the balcony. Once he was only a few steps from you, his eyes travelled over your body.

You cursed yourself for turning on the pool lights earlier since it now provided him a good view of you.

You were mesmerised by his face, by his cheekbones and his eyes that seemed to capture you and lay your very mind bare before him with each look.

You followed a drop of water that ran down the bridge of his nose until it fell into the water before your eyes focused back on his.

You found him already staring at you in a way that had your heart racing, and you back up until your back hit the tiles behind you. "You really shouldn't look at me like that, darling."

Your heart felt as if it was beating out of your chest, but you faked annoyance just as you did so many times before in the past. "Looking at you like what? You, out of all people, should know that I don't even like you."

San smirked at you as he closed up to you, he rested his arms on either side of you, caging you between him and the pool boarder. "Your mouth speaks a fastly different story from your body." He said as he leaned down closer to you, his left hand every so slightly resting on your waist below the water where goosebumps followed every stroke of his thumb on your stomach.

"Let's stop pretending that I don't notice the way you look at me. You want me just as much as I want you, admit it." His voice was low and oddly husky, which caused you to shiver.

Your hands flew to his upper chest, where you attempted to push him off, but it was an admiddetly weak attempt. "I have no idea what you're-"

Your words got cut off as his lips found yours in a devouring kiss, against your better judgement, you instantly melted against him as your hands moved up to his neck where you pulled him closer towards you.

You felt him smirk against your lips as he grabbed your legs and lifted them up before he pushed you back against the rim softly.

You hooked your legs around him as his tongue fought for dominance with yours. A gasp left your lips at the contact of your lower bodies colliding.

Your head fell at the overwhelming sensation and the thrill of being pinned between your enemy and the wall.

San's lips travelled down to your neck, where he quickly found your sweet spot, which elicited a breathy moan to escape your lips. Annoyance crept up inside of you as you felt him yet again smirk against your skin, so you grabbed his hair and pulled, which caused him to rumble against your neck.

Your lips were still tingling from kissing him when he lifted his head and looked into your eyes with a smug look. "Look at you, darling. You're supposed to be my enemy, and yet you throw yourself at me like you want to be my mine."

You scoffed at him. "Talk about yourself, San. You're the one that threw himself at me."

He pressed harder against you, making you feel just how affected he was by you. "You didn't push me away."

His hand trailed up to cup your breast over the bikini top where he pinched your nipple, not in a painful way but just enough to make it sting. "What are you waiting for?" His voice was like silk against your ear.

The music that played was only adding to the fire that roared inside of you as your back inevitably arched against his hand.

You opened your eyes ever so slightly to stare at him in a mix of anger and want. "Fuck you."

You rocked your hips against him with a smirk on your lips as you watched his jaw flex as your index finger drew patters over his well-defined chest before you took a hold of his necklace. "What is it? You look a little tense from here."

You felt his muscles move under your touch. When you looked up to meet his eyes again, you saw nothing but fire within them. "You're playing with fire. Do that again, and see where it takes you." His voice was deep and guttural.

Your finger travelled up his neck slowly. "Should I?"

Your hips rolled against his again as your eyes fell to his swollen lips. You felt him twitch against you.

Without warning, a menacing growl left his lips before he crushed you in a passionate kiss again, his tongue demanding entrance instantly.

He pulled your hair slightly to deepen the kiss as he held you by your ass and turned around to exit the pool in quick steps.

The water around you got less and less, as San carried you out of the water as if you weighted as much as a feather.

The water dripped down on the ground as he walked through the big open glass double door.

You pulled away and glanced down, seeing the puddles he left behind. "We are making a mess, San. we should dry up a little first!"

San smirked down at you as his hand clasped the piece of fabric that held your top together as he tugged. "We haven't even started yet."

You felt the cold, wet fabric slide down your body until it hit the tiles at his feet with a wet tud.

He hoisted you further up and cupped your boob with his mouth. Your head fell back once more as your back arched against him. A moan of his name leaving your lips involuntarily.

With a few efficient steps, he reached the bedroom and passed right through it.

You pulled his head far enough away from you to make him look up at you. Your thighs clenched at the sight of him and the intense gaze he watched you with as you tried puzzling your thoughts together. "You missed the bedroom." It came out more breathy than you wanted it to be, and it fueled his ego as the smug facial expression returned to his features.

He pushed open the door to the bathroom with his foot effortlessly. "That's not where we are going."

His lips found yours again as he crossed the bathroom until he reached the shower, and your back pressed against the cool tiles.

Without breaking the kiss he fumbled for the faucet until a soft warm rain engulfed you both from the waterfall shower.

His hands wandered down your sides until he got a hold of the straps of your bikini bottom where he pulled slightly, it was enough for the fabric to get loose and eventually fall to the ground when he sat you to your feet carefully.

San's eyes were fixed on yours, his breath hot against your heated skin as his thumb grazed over your swollen lips, which caused electric shivers through your whole body.

A gasp left your lips at the sensation. "Sit down." His voice was strained and almost impatient, his eyes still transfixed on your lips.

You backed up a step until you felt the cold stone of the built in bench against your calves before you sat down, the initial touch to the bench made you yelp, the cold stone against your bare skin caused goosebumps and a shiver to run up your spine.

San crouched down in front of you, his hands gliding up your thighs softly until he got a hold of your ass. He janked you towards the edge of the bench with ease before he pushed your legs apart without breaking eye contact with you.

He lifted your right leg on top of his broad shoulder and gave your inner thigh a lingering kiss before his eyes focused on your aching core.

A groan left his lips. "Tell me darling, how does it feel to be all exposed to someone you call claim to hate?"

His left hand that drew soft circles on your other thigh moved up and up and up in a torturing slow speed. "To be all needy for me out of all people."

His hand grazed your bundle of nerves in a ghost of a touch, your hips bucked against the touch. "Please."

His eyes snapped back on yours and you saw the barely restrained lust behind his pupils.

His index finger glided through your folds before he started pumping you. "Fuck darling, you're so wet." Soon his ringfinger followed, the stretch was delicious and pushed all reasoning and thoughts right out of the window.

Your hand found his arm with which he was holding your thigh, you grabbed his arm forcefully. "San please..." You begged between loud moans and gaps.

His grip on your thigh tightened as he looked back up at you, you looked at him half closed eyes.

You watched as the water cascaded around his massive form like a rainshower, and the water that dripped down his wet hair down his face, and the necklace that dangled on his muscular chest with each move up until your leg that rested on his shoulder.

That sight alone could've made you come already if he wouldn't have stopped altogether.

His eyes burned holes in you as he removed his fingers from you to guide them to his mouth and taste you. A low rumble erupted from his chest. "You taste even better than in my wildest dreams."

Your jaw dropped. You had relationships before, but none of them could make you feel like this without even having done much.

What you just saw had to be the most sexist thing you ever witnessed.

Without another warning, he shot forward and started devouring you like a man that's starved.

You moaned his name loudly, and your hands flew to this hair when his hot tongue speared into you.

Your hips bucked against his face shamelessly until his strong hands pinned you back down against the stone bench. He hummed against you, which caused you to fist his hair forcefully.

He alternated between licking and sucking you until you were an incomprehensible screaming mess. You couldn't be sure if you were just screaming or screaming his name since your mind was too far in absolute extasy.

You felt yourself tumbling closer and closer to your release when you tugged his hair forcefully yet again. "S-san... I'm-"

You didn't get much further as his tongue dove extra deep and curled, hitting your spot dead centre.

Your release rolled over you in a relentless wave that had you seeing stars and your whole body shaking.

San still worked on you, tasting you and taking every bit of your release.

When your hands fell to your sides weakly he set your leg back down carefully before he lifted you up and pushed you against the wall as his lips found yours in a urgent kiss.

You could taste yourself against his lips as your hands impatiently trailed down his body until you reached the rim of his trunks, in a swift movement you pulled them down.

Need filled you once again as you felt him hard against your palm. You pumped him once and watched as a sharp gasp escaped him. His head fell back, and his eyes were forced shut.

You felt him twitch as you circled the tip with your thumb in a soft touch. San's hips surged forward as a curse left his lips.

"My control is about to slip, baby." He gritted through his teeth.

Your lips formed into a develish smirk, you reveled in the fact that it was you making him squirm and needy with only a ghost of a touch.

Your index finger trailed back to his base, and your eyes focused on every heavenly expression that crossed his beautiful features. "Go on, San. Lose it."

In light speed you felt him grab your hips, and before you realized what's happening, he had you pinned against the wall with your wrists above your head encuffed by his right hand.

Soft rain drippled down on your sweaty skin and a moan left your lips as you felt his tip at your entrance.

His forhead touched yours, and his breathing was ragged. "I gotta ask, are you on the pill?" His voice was strained and heated.

Your hands cradled his face as you nodded. "I am."

With that as confirmation, he pushed into you with a powerful stroke. You stretched painfully at his size and a gasp left both of your lips as he buried himself inside of you to the hilt.

His head fell to your neck, his breathing hard. "You're incredibly tight, baby." He forced out in a strained voice.

A few seconds passed with neither of you moving, and when the pain started dampening slightly, you tapped his shoulder.

His lips found your sweet spot as he started moving inside of you again, first slowly and tentative to not hurt you, but soon enough, he all but drilled you into the tiles.

His hips snapped against yours in a hard and fast pace as his lips crashed back on yours.

Your hands strained against his iron hold as your back arched from the sensory overloud.

He lifted your legs up further to take you even deeper as you started screaming his name with every thrust of his hips.

San's eyes fell down to where you both were connected, and a curse left his lips. "Fuck, I might be getting addicted baby."

His movements grew more erratic, and you could sense he was just as close as you. His finger found your sensitive spot where he drew lazy circles that stood in stark contrast to his harsh thrusts.

He kissed your lips softly once, twice. "Let go."

In a sharp explosion, your second release erupted, making you scream his name loudly yet again. His lips crushed yours once again, a loud moan leaving his lips as he picked up speed when your walls tightened against him.

You shook against his body, moaning a string of incomprehensible words as you felt him stutter and hold inside of you.

His face fell into the crook of your neck as he came with your name on his lips. His left hand released your wrists as he placed soft kisses on your neck and shouder.

You felt him fill you up and spill out to the sides of you as your hands caressed his scalp. Both your breathing was messy as he pulled out of you slowly, a small hiss leaving you at the sensation.

When he lifted his head and your eyes connected, you saw no hint of regret in his deep brown eyes. His hand caressed your cheek softly. "I've been dreaming of this ever since I first laid my eyes on you all those years back."

Your eyes widened in surprise at his words. San laughed at your expression. "I-I never really fully hated you either."

His smug facial expression resurfaced. "Like I said, the body doesn't lie, baby."

You swatted his chest playfully before his face became serious once again. "How about changing the title of our relationship from enemy to lovers?"

You leaned forward and gave him a lingering kiss. "I would love nothing more than that."

You both quickly actually showered before you dried yourselves up and got ready for sleep.

But before you laid down, San turned back towards you with an arrogant smirk. "Just to make things clear, baby. I'm still better than you."

A/n I tried to proofread it as much as I could, but I'm dyslexic and English isn't my first language, so you might still find mistakes. I hope you guys enjoyed this ff!

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well… look who finally crawled out of the irradiated wasteland of the internet and landed on Tumblr. (installed this app like 2 days ago, already found so many incredible artists!!) my name’s Alexey — artist, chaos distributor, and full-time freak with a drawing tablet.

i wanted to dump my p1 religion psychosis here for a while. i plan to make more postal art that might qualify as war crimes in certain countries. (at least i hope so) things might get weird. nice to meet you all!