#//also i know you had to go full self indulgence and i'm glad you did

[troublewithvampires]

The way Craig visibly winces when Salvatore holds the rag to the boy's face doesn't escape his notice. His expression doesn't change, still remaining carefully neutral, but he is noticeably more gentle the next time he presses the rag against the injuries. As far as Salvatore can tell, these ones aren't too severe, but he can tell they hurt like a bitch. Just like he can tell that Craig is putting on a brave face right now, trying not to look weak.

Salvatore won't begrudge him that.

"Tilt your head up," he says gruffly. "Wanna make sure I can get all of 'em clean--we don't want any of these gettin' infected." The cuts may be shallow for the most part, but he knows as well as anyone how quickly an infection can get out of control. Better to be safe than sorry.

When Craig finally speaks up, Sal's hand stills, and he glances down at the kid's battered face, gauging his expression as he takes in the information offered. Well, the news that Tweek has been seeing shit certainly explains some things, even as it leaves a sour taste in the vampire's mouth. He sets the rag down for now, reaching for one of the band-aids in the first aid kit.

"Even if he didn't mean to, that doesn't change shit," he says. "He still scratched the shit outta you." He knows he should understand, should offer Tweek sympathy even if he isn't here. Even before Craig explained, it was obvious that Tweek was going through some shit. After all, it's not normal for him to attack those closest to him, especially not his boyfriend. (Though, the more Salvatore learns about the boyfriend thing, the more he has his doubts. But now is not the time for that.)

Right now, though, Sal doesn't give a shit about that. Right now, the angry, protective part of him that wants to bite and tear those who hurt the people he loves wants nothing more than to tear the kid a new asshole. (Figuratively, of course.) That wouldn't help matters at all, so he won't, but fuck if the idea isn't tempting.

As Sal carefully applies a band-aid to one of the larger cuts on Craig's forehead, he carefully considers what to say next. "I hate to ask," he begins, "but... do his folks know about any of this?" Sal has only met the Tweak's a handful of times by now, and he can't say he likes what he's seen. By now, Sal likes to believe he can smell a rat when he meets one, and Richard and Elayne Tweak have their fair share of unusual smells between them.

Still, he isn't about to start throwing accusations around without cause, so he needs to know more about the situation.

By now, Craig has tears in his eyes, and Salvatore feels distinctly uncomfortable as he realizes that he isn't equipped to comfort the boy. Still, he's not going to leave now, so he averts his eyes to give Craig some privacy as he finishes patching the kid up. Craig's had a shitty enough day without feeling like he's being stared at.

"Think this is about all I can do for most of these," Sal hums. "They're pretty shallow, so they should heal just fine without a band-aid, 'side from the one on your forehead." He smiles, ever so slightly. "Unless you want some anyway. But, just keep 'em clean, and you should be good for now."

Craig is speaking again, then, and his words make Salvatore's smile fall as he refocuses his gaze on the boy. The vampire has to resist the urge to peel his lips back in a growl.

"It may not be his fault, but it ain't yours either," he says firmly. Even if Craig hadn't said outright that he blames himself, Sal can tell the kid's scared. The idea of telling Laura is terrifying to him.

"Hate to break it to ya', kid, but your ma's gonna know that something happened," he points out. "I won't tell her anything you don't want her to know right now, but you ain't gonna be able to hide these from her." His words aren't unkind, but he sees no point in sugarcoating the reality of the situation.

"... What do you want me to tell her?" he asks after a moment, looking at Craig seriously. "I can keep my mouth shut, but she's gonna have questions." Sal hates the idea of lying to Laura, but he figures worrying about his mother's reaction is the last thing Craig needs right now.

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      Craig sucks in a breath as the alcohol rag makes contact with the scratches on his face and instinctively pulls away a bit before remembering that he doesn’t want to look weak in front of Sal.  Sal wouldn’t begrudge him for that, he’s been around the vampire long enough to know, but there’s still some part of him that finds it difficult to open up to a man in the same way he might with his mother.  Blame it on his dad, maybe, the guy who would have encouraged the fight.

      Of course, his mom wouldn’t react well if he told her about this, so he is keeping it to himself for now.  He has been completely taciturn on the subject with everyone and has hardly spoken a word about how his injuries came to be, although Sal already knows, having been the one to separate them, to pull Tweek off of him.

      Craig sits on his hands to prevent himself from interfering with Sal’s work, and he finally opens his mouth to defend Tweek.  “He didn’t mean to,” he says shyly.  “It’s not a big deal—he just thought I was somebody else.  He’s been… seeing things.”  Craig is scared.  He doesn’t know how to deal with someone who hallucinates.  Telling Tweek it’s not real just makes him more irate and terrified, and Craig can kind of understand that because nobody likes to feel as if they’re going crazy, or… that’s what he would assume.  He doesn’t want to validate that shit, either, though, he’s stuck.

      “He barely knows where he is half the time anymore.  That’s why you haven’t seen him a lot, he’s—”  Craig bites down hard on his swollen bottom lip, tears springing into his eyes, which is just a natural reaction to the pain and certainly not related to anything else going on.  He can’t say Tweek’s parents are taking care of him when that isn’t true.  He has no proof, but he suspects Mr. and Mrs. Tweak were the ones who pushed Tweek over the edge and made him start tearing open the drywall to get at characters that weren’t there.

      “Mom doesn’t need to know about this,” Craig says.  She told him she was happy he and Tweek managed to work things out between them, and he doesn’t want to disappoint her.  “There’s nothing she can do about it, and it wasn’t his fault, anyway.  It wasn’t anyone’s fault.”

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

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╰┈➤ ❝ xavier x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : porn with little plot, pure filth actually (quite self-indulgent), slight food play?, food sharing, slight public teasing if you squint, essentially just xavier being a little shit (again), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), vaginal sex (unprotected), creampie, cum eating, praise, use of pet name "angel", references to "childhood snacks" secret times, lmk if i missed any tags!! ((unedited))

wc : 4.5k

an : has NO ONE ELSE noticed how often strawberry is mentioned in xavier's cards?!!! and also, thank you for 500+ follows where did you all come from omg,,,

You were far better than any candy.

It wasn't often that the two of you got to spend a day outside together.

With how your occupations treated the both of you, most of your days off were much-preferred to be spent indoors—cuddling, watching a movie, or whatnot... and Xavier, of course, was always very fond on catching up on his sleep. Not that you ever minded; in fact, you found those extra days of simple rest very welcome. In your little afternoon naps, Xavier's presence by your side was always comfortable under the warmth of the sunlight.

But...

Sometimes, days like this were just as welcome.

Despite the Linkon heat, you wore a big smile on your face as Xavier helped you off the viking ride, gently guiding you as you stepped out of the ceramic boat. You dusted off your dress, looking back at the boat with a wistful gaze.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" He echoed your thoughts, slowly lacing his fingers together with yours in the exact way that made your heart flutter.

You looked back at him with another smile, falling into step with him. In your mind you recalled the brush of the wind in your faces as the ride swung higher and higher, the thump in your heart recalling the thrill of it and turning your smile into a full-blown grin. "Yeah!" you nodded enthusiastically. "I'm glad we went with your suggestion. Starting off with the more relaxing rides and working our way to the fun ones... You get to feel the thrill all the more!"

You caught the way his gaze softened, and he gently squeezed your wrist. "The face you make when you're excited is really pretty."

His comment came casually, and he nodded lightly to himself, almost as if confirming his statement as a pink blush slowly made its way to the tips of your ears.

"When you're embarrassed, too," he added with a smile.

You would never tire of it—how he would always make you fluster with his words, so nonchalant, so unexpected. He had that sort of habit, especially with you—the gall he had to present himself so unassuming and casual, you could never understand it, but it did the job quite well and sent your heart for a ride of its own.

With a little huff, you looked away. "You, too, then!" you could tease back normally, but this time, your response held a little less bite to it, and Xavier laughed.

"If that's how you feel, then I won't complain."

The two of you paused in front of a souvenir shop, and immediately, you felt your eyes brighten. Your grip on his hand tightened. "Xavier—"

"You want to go, right?" He had that same, knowing, gentle smile on his face, and he inclined his head towards the entrance. "Sure, then."

"But... you have to come with me!" Again, you tugged at his arm.

But there was a glint in his eyes, almost as if he knew what you were planning.

Xavier shook his head. "How about this? You can surprise me with something from this shop... And then it'll be my turn to surprise you at the next one we come across." He made a quick glance at the map in his other hand. "I think it sounds fair. Don't you?"

You could pout at his words, but there was truth in what he spoke—even as you looked at him inquisitively, you could find nothing that showed he wouldn't keep this promise, and there was no reason to refuse.

Except...

Curiously, you peered at him.

"You should know exactly what's in store for you," you narrowed your eyes playfully. "Why are you indulging me today?"

Xavier shrugged, then, and even the smile on his lips couldn't prepare you for his next statement, so raw, and honest, and genuine that it made your heart turn—"I like seeing you happy."

There wasn't an ounce of mirth in his eyes when he spoke this, and perhaps, though he was normally straightforward with you and affectionate like this at the most random of times, it would never prevent the butterflies from racing in your stomach.

Blushing, you turned away, letting go of his hand and walking to the store.

"...Wait for me here, then!"

And perhaps, it could have been part of his plan to ease you out of bullying him the way you often did, for it surely worked:

You returned out of the store not with matching bunny headbands like you'd originally intended, but cat ones, instead.

Close enough, you thought.

With a small smile, you shielded your eyes from the sun and glanced around for Xavier, only to spot him lounging near an empty bench by the fountain. It was closer to the bushes and a lot cooler with the breeze, seeing as it was a spot much further away from the crowds of people. His legs were crossed as he flipped through the pages of one of his little pocket books, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, no doubt a sign that he, too, was feeling a little hot with the noontime sun at its peak.

As you approached with the headbands in your hand, your footsteps slowed when you noticed him reach upwards to brush the hair out of his face, his mouth opening slightly to guide the lollipop he had from one side of his cheek to the other.

Despite yourself, you gulped—

And curse how attractive of a boyfriend you truly had.

When he looked up at you, you'd barely registered for yourself that you had settled down to sit beside him, and his eyes drifted to the headbands in your hand.

"...Cat headbands?" He momentarily took the lollipop out of his mouth and raised his eyebrows at you, clearly amused. "I was expecting something else."

But you didn't reply.

Your eyes met, then, and a small, tiny tiny little smirk played on his face. It told you everything you needed to know.

Instead, you noted the slight stick of candy on the corner of his mouth, and when he put the treat back in, you barely noticed the way he took the headband from you and promptly put it over his head. Your eyes instead were focused on the way he languidly swirled his tongue over the candy.

He let out a hum of consideration as he looked at himself through the locked screen of his phone, but when the lollipop shifted around in his mouth again, his eyes turned back to you—

You had been caught.

Instinctively, you pulled your hand away from him, but he was quick as he held it in place, slowly sliding the lollipop back out of his mouth and twirling the stick between his thumb and his forefinger thoughtfully.

"This? Oh... Someone came by with all sorts of candies to sell. The children were crowding him, but I managed to get one." His gaze switched from the lollipop and then back to your face, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sorry, angel... Did you want one, too?"

"You, um.... You didn't tell me you were gonna get one..." Your voice was thick when you spoke, and you fumbled slightly with your words.

He smiled.

Something in you told you it would be dangerous if you dared to answer, but you found that you couldn't look away from him. "...Mhm," you nodded your head, honestly speaking, even as your breath caught in your throat when he reached over to stroke the side of your face.

"We can look for a candy store next," he murmured.

You watched his eyes drop to your mouth, and he slid the thumb of his hand slowly down to your lip, his smile almost widening at the way your jaw dropped opening ever so slightly.

"Guess you don't want to wait."

Without waiting, his other hand, holding the lollipop, still wet and half-dissolved from how it had stayed in his mouth prior to your arrival, and slid it into yours. Your gazes locked as you instinctively curled your tongue around the candy, wandering over every inch of it, taking in its flavor before swallowing.

And he smiled.

"It's strawberry bubblegum," he nodded at you, again speaking somewhat matter-of-factly, but that same sly, sly smile was still plastered on his face.

Then he pushed.

A slow, filling push, as he slid the pop further into your mouth.

You gasped at the feeling, unable to help the way you sucked on the candy, unable to stop yourself from maintaining eye contact and seeing every little way pure delight would make its way to his features.

Your tongue swirled over the lollipop, lips parting when he withdrew it, feeling the way your mouth would stick with sweetness before he was guiding it back into you, twirling the stick between his fingers and allowing you to taste it again, and again. And he remained silent as he did it; slowly, precisely guiding the treat in and out of your mouth, having you breathe carefully through your nose as you looked up at him with your eyes half-lidded.

The edges of your mouth were coated with saliva and melted sugar, sticky as you swallowed all of the flavor that you could, dissolving the candy with your tongue as much as you possibly could.

When the candy remaining on the stick was considerably small, he pulled the treat out of your mouth and back into his, biting it off with an almost cheeky grin.

"It's good, isn't it?" he hummed, making a show of licking his fingers clean in front of you, watching as your eyes shifted to once again follow the movements of his tongue, and smirking slightly as your breathing became short and quick.

"Something wrong, angel?" he tilted your head back up to meet his eyes, voice so soft that you could melt. He noted the way your skin was wet and sticky, shining with the residue of the candy, and he didn't wait for your answer.

Instead, he leaned over to lap at your chin, quick, small kitten licks up your jawline until he was kissing you, making you taste the thick, sweet flavor of the strawberry lollipop still llingering in your mouths.

When he pulled away, you were dazed, your heartbeat erratic, barely processing the way he handed you a wipe to actually properly clean your face, your lips turning down into a pout.

"...You're unfair, Xavier," you whined.

You pouted even as he placed your headband onto your head, clearly smiling with satisfaction at the way the both of you matched.

"Why's that, angel?" he hummed, feigning innocence like he often did.

And it pissed you off, it really did—he was infuriating when he wanted to be, even after all he'd done just now, the taste of the candy still lingering on the tip of your tongue.

"Oh, come on! How can you do all of that and act like nothing happened?" you huffed. "I want you..."

His eyes crinkled up in joy as he laughed, reaching over to pat your head. "But we're here for the rides, aren't we? You said you'd go on all of them."

When you crossed your arms and looked away, pressing your thighs together in a way that he definitely noticed, he only chuckled once more and gave you a small kiss on the top of your head.

"Later," he murmured, "I promise. But for now... We shouldn't waste our admission tickets."

You couldn't argue after that.

He had a point, after all—and luckily for you, in the end, it wasn't too hard for you to let your arousal slip off your mind for the rest of the day.

Instead, you simply enjoyed being in his company.

Each ride you took, from the drop tower to the rollercoaster to even a little game of bumper cars, was as exhilarating as the last. Even winning a target game against him by barely a single point had you jumping up and down with glee, your arm carrying a big, fluffy white bunny that you confidently stated looked a lot like him. And almost like an unspoken promise, he didn't tease you any more than he already had—the cotton candy remained cotton candy, the marshmallows remained marshmallows, and the animal crackers were eaten just as they should be.

By the time you both had walked back to your apartment, the little bag in his hand containing whatever "surprise" he'd gotten for you rustled against his wrist, and you peered curiously into it once you settled with him on the couch.

"Candy?" you questioned doubtfully as you pulled out a little packet of licorcice, but your eyes shone when you eagerly popped it into your mouth and chewed.

Xavier shrugged, leaning back into the couch. "That... last time we tried snacks together was fun, so I figured you'd appreciate another one."

You almost laughed. "But those were my childhood snacks! These are just your typical candy! We could've tried these any day, you know?"

He raised an eyebrow, taking a chewable candy into his mouth. "We could've worn animal ears any other day, too."

This time you grinned, and settled into his arms. "Yeah, you're right. I have a sweet tooth, anyway, so I'll gladly eat candy with you. You didn't need to set this up..."

You fished into the bag and pulled out a smaller bag of chocolate bits, its brand unfamiliar to you as you held it up.

"Oh, I thought you'd like that one," Xavier spoke first this time. "You like milk chocolate, don't you?"

Something in your heart sparked at the mention, and you couldn't help but smile. "You remembered!"

Your hands were eager as you opened up the packet, unwrapping one piece and putting it into your mouth.

The first bite had your eyes sparkling wide, noting how it melted into your mouth as you chewed.

Xavier looked at you, amused. "Is it good?"

You were excited as you took out another piece of chocolate, and you nodded—this time, you closed your eyes to savor the taste, letting yourself relax into the richness of its flavor. "Mmm... t'so good..." You'd barely noticed the way your satisfaction had the tone of your words twisting into something mildly inappropriate, your eyes still closed as you chewed. And you couldn't have registered that particular smile edge at Xavier's lips once more.

But Xavier wouldn't let you off the hook that easily.

"Hmm. Could I try some?" His voice was close to your ear when he murmured out his words, but you were happy to oblige him, clearly not catching onto his intentions.

You held up the bag of chocolates for him, taking yet another into your mouth—

Instead, he smirked down at you and gently set the chocolates back into the bag with the rest of the candy, pushing it off the couch as his lips found yours.

Your eyes widened, his tongue mixing with yours and tasting for himself the milkiness of the chocolate you'd eaten, his own eyes half-lidded as he lowered you onto the couch. When your head hit the armrest, all sense of arousal from earlier at the theme park came rushing back to you in waves, and you gave in.

Xavier pulled away only to kiss you once more with increasing fervor, and you moaned into the kiss, feeling any rational thought seep from your head within seconds. Your arms were around his neck and his hand was in your hair, your clothed bodies flush against each other as the kiss, the moment, became steadily more passionate, steadily more heated.

The bag of candy slumped on the ground beside the couch, easily long-forgotten with the way his lips moved against yours, his tongue soft and wet in your mouth as the heat slowly began to crawl over to your cheeks. When he pulled back, you were flushed, breathless. His body hovered over yours, his hair hanging over your face, his eyes displaying a lingering sense of desire that mirrored your own.

You swallowed thickly.

"Yeah," Xavier breathed, his voice hushed. He licked his lips. "The chocolate tastes good."

You could barely believe he was still talking about that.

"I-I don—"

"But... I have an idea of what would taste better."

He cut off the beginnings of your protest with a little smirk, and you could see the way his eyes raked over your body to where the skirt of your dress had ridden up just enough to expose the side of your panties.

Your heart thrummed loudly in your chest.

"Wh- what would that be?" You tried testing him, tried to look into his eyes to gauge what his next move was.

"You don't know, angel?" He murmured as he drew closer to you once more, lips barely touching yours, his hot breath fanning over your face.

Feebly, you whimpered, but you didn't dare make a move.

Xavier dipped down to bury his face into your neck, and breathed in deeply. "You smell like strawberries."

Your breath hitched.

"Did you plan this? Your lotion... It's new."

You felt his hands snake underneath your dress, pushing the fabric upwards to grip firmly on your waist. The contact on your bare skin made your eyelids flutter closed.

"F-for you," you replied, your breath shaky.

"For me?"

"Y-you... You like strawberry, so I thought I, um... would make you happy with it..."

Xavier pulled back away from you with a warm smile, his hand leaving your waist momentarily to brush the hair out of his face.

"You always make me happy no matter what you do, angel," he spoke sincerely, genuinely, despite the heated moment that the both of you had just shared. But his eyes narrowed almost playfully, and he tilted his head to the side with a short laugh. "But you don't know how much I've been waiting to eat you up because of that scent."

His words made you whine, a mixture of both pride and embarrassment coarsing through your body at the fact that you had been the one to get him all needy like this for you.

"So, angel..." Xavier trailed his fingertips over your thighs, pushing them apart as he shifted downwards, closer to your core. Another smile teased at his lips when your breath hitched, but his eyes never left yours. "May I?"

You threaded your hands into his hair, and your eyes fell closed.

"Okay."

His lips were on your thighs then, warm and soft as he trailed his kisses upwards. And the sensation of it all made you shiver, but you could almost feel the way it affected him, too. He'd let out soft sighs against your skin, drinking in your scent and your warmth, and then his kisses would almost get needier, craving you just as much as he made you crave him.

You gasped the minute he pressed himself closer to your clothed cunt, breathing in your scent yet again and then poking his tongue out at the wetness that had gathered in your center. Then from there, his movements became quick—his hands shifted beneath your hips, lifting them upwards towards him, your legs draped over his shoulders as he pushed your panties to the side. You couldn't help the way your mouth fell open with a drawn-out moan of his name once he ran his tongue through your folds, licking a wet stripe from your slit upwards.

Your fingers gripped desperately into his hair.

Such a simple motion already had you reeling.

"You even taste like fucking strawberries," he mumbled, before he repeated the motions, long, slow, languid licks that geadually turned to gentle lapping at your wetness. His tongue moved upwards to flick occasionally at your clit, and you could revel in the way he looked—so lost in your taste, his quiet groans reverberating through your body.

And then your thighs trembled around his head, and your eyes widened at the smooth, silky prodding of his tongue as it finally slid inside of you.

"O- oh, god," you leaned your head back against the armrest of his couch, your eyes falling shut once more.

You could have sworn you felt him smile.

With another moan, your hand fell from his head back onto the couch, searching for purchase only for him to reach out, taking advantage of the way you arched your back, and catch your hand with his.

He laced your fingers through together even as he continued to swirl his tongue in your heat, drinking up your arousal, pressing his face closer and closer into you—despite the obscenity of his ministrations and the noises that fell from your lips, the simple action of holding your hand almost made you swoon.

And he didn't dare let go of it.

"I— haah— Xavi—!"

Feeling a familiar knot form in your stomach, you began to languidly roll your hips against his face, matching the way his tongue would dance over and in your folds. In response, Xavier moved with fervor in his actions, focusing on sucking at your clit, flicking his tongue in ways he knew you loved best.

You barely noticed the way his other hand had also left its spot by your hips before a finger entered where his tongue had earlier been—he hooked it inwards, curling just right to hit your sensitive spot, and you let out another loud moan.

"Fuck—! X-Xavier!" You threw your head back, gripping his hand tightly, your other digging desperately into his couch. Your body writhed, a sharp rush of pleasure making you shudder and cry out more of his name as he continued to swirl around your clit, and another finger carefully prodded at your hole.

You couldn't see the way he smiled at you, but you felt it—felt it in the way he sucked on your bud, felt it in the way he stretched you out and moved his fingers in and out of you, until you snapped.

Your hips bucked upwards and into him, holding in place, as your body succumbed to the pleasure.

"X—Xavi—er!" You cried, and his hand holding yours made sweet, gentle caresses over your skin, his tongue still lapping up all that you had to give him. He let out a hum as he moved from your cunt, to your thighs, to your belly, and up to the exposed skin on your neck, leaving a loving trail of kisses, and then he rest his forehead against yours.

"Did that feel nice?" he whispered, lips meeting yours in quick, fond pecks, blue eyes nearly shimmering with how much affection he held for you.

It was more than nice, you thought, but you answered him with a kiss. And as he continued to kiss you back, Xavier edged his hand downwards, slowly, slowly, before the tip of his cock nudged against your entrance—

The contact made you gasp and arch upwards. "Xavi—?!"

"Nnh... Please, angel?" He sighed, nuzzling your nose, massaging your hand. "'M not done with you yet. You can give me more, right?"

You whimpered.

You could feel the sensitivity from your earlier orgasm, unsure if you could truly push yourself for another one. But his cockhead would dip in so... nicely. Xavier was teasing, testing you as he waited for your reply—

And you couldn't resist.

When you gave him a feeble nod, he smiled.

"That's my girl."

The praise made you shiver with delight as he pushed into you slowly, setting an unhurried place, his lips back onto your skin as he nibbled just over your collarbone.

"Ngh... Xavier..." you whined as he slid all the way into you and his teeth grazed your skin, the sting of his bite somewhat foreign, but not unwelcome. "T-tomorrow, we have a..."

"Wear a scarf," he mumbled, barely looking up at you before he shifted to suck on the area next to the mark he'd just made, his intentions with you very clear. In seconds, every roll of his hips against yours, coupled with the way he would bruise at your skin and leave visible evidence of your activities, had you throwing your head back with a moan.

"Mmf—fuck, Xavi," you gripped his body tightly against yours, feeling the way his cock would stretch your walls so perfectly.

"Mh? 'S it good?"

He angled his thrust right against the spongey spot in your walls, and you gasped, feeling the way he would smile against your neck.

It was clear affirmation for him, if your moans of his name didn't already give him enough of it—and despite the fact that you had already cum once, he was adamant on getting you to that high once more.

"Feels good for me, too," he groaned as his pace began to pick up, the faint sounds of skin slapping reaching your ears. Each stroke of his length moved with purpose, hitting that same spot over and over and over, your mouth falling open in whimpers and moans of his name.

"Ah— X- Xavier!" You bucked your hips to match his pace, his grip on you getting tighter, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

Your eyes met, and you keened at the way his hair fell over his face, his eyes searching yours for something you couldn't name. "...You're so beautiful, angel," he breathed, nearly panting, his thrusts becoming quicker and more erratic.

And you could have thrown the words back at him, were you not so lost in your pleasure as you clenched around his cock, gripping his hand tightly in yours.

"C-close— Xavi—!"

You began panting, your vision hazy, as he rut his hips into yours.

"Mhm— almost there— angel— fuck—"

One final thrust had him collapsing onto your body, pulling your own release out of you as he spilled inside, his cock twitching within your walls as he came.

"Xavier..." you whined, reaching to wrap your arms around him, almost cradling him as he groaned into your skin. "Xavier, I..."

He hushed you with a sloppy kiss, and you could feel the way a significant amount of energy had seeped from his body as he gave you a tiny little smile.

"I love you too, angel," he mumbled, before he was sliding down your body once more, your eyes widening when he settled between your thighs yet again.

"H-huh? What are you—ah—!"

You shuddered and gasped at the contact of his tongue back on your folds, still sensitive as you pushed his cum out of you. But yet his eyes remained on yours, and he stuck out his tongue out to continue lapping at the mess he'd made in your cunt.

"Xavier!" you cried. "P-please, no more...!"

He shook his head slightly. "Shh, angel. Don't worry, relax. Just let me clean you up," he mumbled, taking a dollop of your fluids into his mouth, and then swallowing as you watched, your face flushing red.

There was a small, almost cheeky smile lifting the corners of his mouth when he raised his head slightly.

"It's better than candy."

⁺₊ / an: took a break from requests to get this up before we all get "unique aftertaste", bc this was mildly inspired by the trailer! <3 xavi with food play has been on my mind a lot, if it wasn't obvious yet...

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[ticklygiggles]

Day 5 - Ginny's birthday Extravaganza

A/N: I have go admit this one is also a bit self-indulgent since I've been into soft Lucifer lately, so I really hope you enjoy our handsome demon being soft my love! @otomiya-tickles

Summary: You're drunk and Lucifer is having internal monologues about you and how much he loves you.

"Someone here had a bit too much Demonous."

"Hmmm, I don't know what you mean."

Lucifer chuckled. Besides the smell emanating from you, it was simply impossible not to notice that you were perhaps a bit too drunk right now. 

It was late, even Lucifer was feeling tired already, but right when he was about to wrap his work up to head to bed, a certain someone burst into his office, making him jump a little. He looked up to see you dragging yourself into his office, barely able to keep yourself on your feet. 

Lucifer had raised his eyebrow, a little curious smirk curving his lips as he sat on his chair, waiting for you to at least greet him, but he was, (pleasantly), surprised when you made your way directly to him and took a seat on his lap, facing him, your legs on each side of his legs. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. Lucifer smiled, hugging you back with one arm as he resumed his work with the other. 

"Did you have fun in your little outing? Did my brothers behave?" 

You hummed, "they did... I was the one who misbehaved."

Lucifer laughed softly, rubbing your back. "I thought you said you were only going to drink one glass."

You shrugged and Lucifer shook his head fondly. It had been a while since he saw you this drunk and it always was so fun to him. You usually acted very clingy and even though he acted as if he was annoyed, he actually enjoyed it very much. It was also an excuse for him to be clingy back.

"I'm glad you're back safe," he whispered, nuzzling your neck to press tender kisses that made you shiver between his arms. "I missed you very much. I didn't want to go to bed without you."

When you were drunk, he could say all the things he didn't dare to say when you were sober. He could forget about that slight fear that being vulnerable in front of you caused him. He could say what was on his mind without a second thought. And it wasn't that he didn't trust you, he did, blindly, but he was also the Avatar of Pride and showing you a weak side of himself was still hard, being vulnerable and-

"Hehehe, y-your kihihihissehes tihihickle mehe!" You said between soft giggles, squirming slightly in his arms.

Your giggling took him out of his thoughts and he smiled, nibbling your neck playfully just to make you laugh a little harder. 

"I'm sorry," he said, kissing your neck one more time before lifting his head to continue his work. "Maybe you should go to sleep, it's quite late already and- 

"Can you do it more?" 

You leaned back to look at him, your lips stretched into a big smile, your cheeks flushed. Lucifer frowned, tilting his head to the side. 

"Do what, exactly?" 

"Tickle me," you said, cupping his cheeks tenderly, the smell of Demonous hitting him. "Can you tickle me again?"

Lucifer arched an eyebrow. Well, that was rather a strange request. He racked his brain wondering if you had ever asked him for something similar. Nothing came to his mind; he really wasn't much for tickling you, not because he didn't love to listen to your wonderful laugh, but rather because he thought it would be something annoying for you, being as sensitive as you were. 

He smiled, looking at you. "What? Do you like me tickling you?" He teased, but was surprised when you nodded your head quickly. 

"I love it!" You said, smiling brightly. "But you don't do it often." He wanted to kiss that pout off your lips. 

For him you were a box of surprises. When he thought he knew you inside and out, you did or said something that let him know that you were a person full of wonders yet to be discovered. You kept surprising him and he fervently wanted to know everything about you, everything you liked and disliked. All your thoughts, the things that scared you and the things that made you happy the most. He wanted to know you from head to toe and he wanted you to know him too. 

So if you wanted him to give you a star, he would give it to you. And if you wanted him to tickle you, he would tickle you. It was that simple. 

Lucifer chuckled and he tried to ignore the fact that he was blushing slightly. 

"So you want me to tickle you? I wonder where… maybe here?" He said, placing his hands on the curve of your waist and squeezing your flesh tenderly. 

You broke into bright giggles, squirming slightly and weakly pushing at his chest. 

"N-Nohohot thehehere," you giggle, shaking your head. "Hehehere," you said, suddenly grabbing his hands and shoving them under your arms. "Thehehere, plehehease?"

Lucifer was flushing. Why was this so embarrassingly cute and intimate? He gulped and looked around as if anyone could sneak into his office and caught you both doing… this. 

He cleared his throat and nodded, smirking at you. "I can certainly tickle you there," he said, nodding his head and twitching his fingers slightly under your arms just to make you giggle. "Only if you ask nicely, of course."

You whine and he laughs, but then he stops when you hug his neck again and press your lips against his, kissing him tenderly and messily. He can taste the Demonous in your tongue and your own flavor combined with the liquor made his head spin. 

"Please, please, please?" You mumbled breathlessly as you pulled apart from the kiss. "Tickle me there, Luci, plea- AHAHAHA!" 

Of course he could tickle you there. He could do whatever you wanted him to do. 

You held tightly onto him, pressing yourself against him as he wiggled his fingers against your tickle spot. Lucifer chuckled, hearing you laughing so carefree and bright and happily. 

"Do you like this?" 

You nod, refusing to put your arms down. "Yehehehes! M-Mohohohore, plehehease!" 

Lucifer felt his ears blushing as he tickled you more vigorously, making you laugh nearly in hysterics and causing your arms to tremble. He felt you barely squirming against him and he felt warm.

He wondered if you have shared this secret to anyone before? Was it a secret at all?

"LUHUHUHUCIHI!" You threw your head back, giving him the chance to nibble at your exposed neck, making you shriek. "So mehehehehahan!" 

"Didn't you want this?" He teased and he chuckled when you nodded, unable to talk back as his fingers dug gently in the middle of your armpits. 

"BREHEHAK! Plehehease! O-One mihihinuhute! Luhuhucihihi!" 

He stopped, letting you catch your breath as he hugged you tightly. He could barely stand the happiness within him. How could you be so cute like this? Asking him to tickle you?!

"I th-thihihink I'm- I'm n-nohot drunk ahanymore," you giggled out, exhausted and Lucifer hummmed. 

"It was fun while it lasted," he said and you both chuckled.

Silence fell upon you both as you tried to catch your breath, just holding each other tightly as if your lives depended on it. After only a little while, you pull a part gently to look at him.

"Thank you, Lucifer," you said, smiling and blushing. "I… You're the only one to know this, that makes me happy."

Oh how wonderful. No one knew you as well as he did. How lucky he was, how happy he was, he could reach the sky if he wanted to right there and then. He chuckled, nodding his head.

"It'll be our secret," he mumbled, stealing a kiss from your smiling lips. "We really should go to sleep now, who knows," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "In the morning I could think of tickling you awake."

His heart fluttered at seeing your eyes shining with excitement. "I can't wait for morning."

"Me either."

He wanted to see you already the next morning, even though he was seeing you in that instant. Being in love was beautiful, but loving you… was truly a wonderful experience.

[bobbinrobins]

hi ! First of all I love your bird's nest fic, we really need more borrower x Batman crossover fics 💖💖💖. Second, unrelared to the fic what do you think would happen if during Jason's attack on Titan Tower Tim shrunk down cause he forgot to take the medicine to stay human size or do to an accident. Jason finds him and he fits into his palm, what do you think je would do ?

Thank you very much! <3 I'm really glad people are enjoying this extremely self-indulgent AU (and I am here for the borrower + Batman agenda)!

So this is an interesting scenario that I have a lot of thoughts on. I'm rolling with the idea that Tim is a borrower who, through some kind of tech, is able to appear human-sized, and Jason managed to disable technology due to some kind of comic books magic/sci-fi logic. (This snowballed quite a bit than I intended so I'm putting it under a "read more" lol. Also warning for sappiness because I'm incapable of writing any kind of angst or hurt without a heaping pile of fluff to finish it off.)

Assuming that Jason had no idea about Tim's identity, I think, first and foremost, he'd be extremely befuddled? Logic might dictate that he's using size-changing technology to become small and escape, but that can't be the case, because Jason just disabled all of the technology around them, as evidenced by the lights having gone dark around them. So that could only mean that the opposite is true: Tim was using tech to be bigger than he actually is, which means he's naturally as small as he is now, and Jason just...struggles to wrap his mind around that for a moment.

And then, I think something clicks - maybe Jason found out about borrowers at some point, or maybe his mom told him stories of tiny people who live in the walls and floorboards and survive by "borrowing" scraps from humans. Maybe he used to leave out bits and pieces overnight, taken from his own plate, and wake up to see them gone. And I think it that moment, the full weight of what he's doing really clicks.

Because when Jason set out to the Tower, he knew, to some extent, he was going to be hurting a teenager. But to him, it was also the best way to get through Bruce's thick skull that he's back, that he's angry he wasn't memorialized like the other fallen Titans, that Bruce put another kid in that costume despite the fact that the last one died alone and unavenged. There's a whole host of reasons Jason decides to do what he does.

But I think, seeing Tim now much more defenseless than before, the full weight of his actions catches up with him. He can't bring himself to go forwards with this anymore - he's still angry, possibly even more so now at Bruce for putting someone with such a glaring vulnerability into danger every night, but no matter how much he tries to warp his anger-fueled logic he can't find it in him to hurt him.

So, instead, he decides to abandon ship and get out of there as fast as he can. He's not really ready to have a heart-to-heart with Tim, especially not when up until a few minutes ago he'd been planning on fighting him.

Tim, however, does not like that. Red Hood's appearance raised more questions than it answered (we'll also say this happened before Jason did his dramatic reveal, so Tim still has no idea who he is). He's somewhat encouraged by the fact that he apparently gave up un beating Tim up, so he makes the very unwise snap decision to stow with Hood, somehow (for the sake of things, maybe he brought an easily-accessible bag with him lol), without Hood knowing.

So Red Hood returns to a safehouse to regroup and switch gears. He takes off his helmet and peels off his domino and then hears a very tiny gasp and sees a very tiny figure crawling out of his bag. He's frustrated, at first, but Tim ropes Jason into a conversation, and Jason reluctantly allows this. He's got some questions for Tim, too, after all, and Tim answers honestly. When he hears about how Batman had been acting after Tim's death, and how Tim had really never intended to replace him, Jason finds himself beginning to understand, just a little bit more. He's still upset and angry, about a lot of things, but he's finding it harder and harder to be angry at Tim.

Tim encourages Jason to go home, but Jason staunchly refuses. He's not ready for that yet. Tim points out that he at least needs to take Tim back to the Manor for the night because that's where he lives and he's kind of stranded in Jason's safehouse now. Jason counters by letting Tim use one of his burners to call the Manor and get someone to pick him up, which would give Jason ample time to get out of there. Tim reluctantly agrees.

So Jason makes to leave, after having Tim call Alfred, but he can't find it in himself to really leave, so he lurks as discreetly as he can across the street, just so he can confirm that Tim gets picked up safely. And he does - Alfred pulls up, Jason feels an immense wave of Emotions seeing him, but stubbornly remains in hiding until Alfred pulls away.

So that should be the end of things, except it's not. Tim goes home and blabs to the entire Batfamily that Jason is alive and the Red Hood and that he'd actually been pretty nice to Tim, all things considered. And Bruce, Alfred, Babs, and Dick, encouraged by Tim, decide that they absolutely will not rest until they reconcile with Jason.

Jason should've known that Tim finding out his identity would have led to being stalked relentlessly by several vigilantes and a butler, but it doesn't make it any less annoying. (But he finds that he's minding it less and less when Nightwing swoops in to incapacitate the goon who had been about to get a lucky shot on him, when a plate of homemade cookies is left at the doorstep of one of his favorite safehouses, when Oracle manages to weasel her way onto his private comm line to tell him a dumb joke, when he catches a glimpse of a hulking shadow watching him as he's patching himself up after a long night, when Robin - now back at human-size - drops by to crash in one of his safehouses after a grueling patrol. And little by little, he makes his way home.)

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20 Questions For Writers

Was tagged by @kuraiarcoiris and decided why not. :V

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

35. I have more on other sites, but since I've made my AO3 account, that's how many I've posted there.

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2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

656,547. Give or take a couple thousand.

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3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently? Dream SMP. But I also have an Inscryption WIP and a couple Kpop WIPs that I really should get back to one of these days. orz But I've written for all sorts of fandoms over the years.

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4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5) Its Suffering Was Real [Inscryption]

This is the one that came as the biggest shock to me when I went and looked at my kudos count in preparation for this write-up. Like, really? People like the fic where I torture the sassy robot trapped in the body of a stoat for 7k words that much??

4) A Shoulder to Lean On [Avatar: The Last Airbender]

WHERE did all these people come from, I have like 6 comments on this thing (not counting my replies)??? I mean, I'm flattered, but ??!!?!

3) Accepting Amelioration [Voltron: Legendary Defender]

I mean, it's a Voltron fic posted back when the fandom was in full swing, it doesn't really surprise me the kudos counter is considerable, though I am still surprised it got that much traction considering the fic is gen and not shippy. Am still proud I made the first daemon AU in the entire fandom, though, if this is my claim to fame, then I'm ok with that. :p

2) Temporary Shelter [Astro / VIXX]

I seriously have no freaking clue how this little self indulgent Kpop crossover fic became so popular, I really don't. I mean, Kpop crossovers are niche at the best of times, and these two groups aren't exactly the most popular Kpop fandoms on AO3 if you know what I mean. It basically started as "wouldn't it be fun if my two favorite Kpop groups were secretly friends all this time? How would I have that happen, tho?" and then snowballed from there. I, uh. I'm glad so many other people like it, ig? 0_0

1) Paved with Pawprints [My Hero Academia]

Of course it's the MHA pet AU fic. Of course. OF COURSE-

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5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely. It's only fair I reply if someone takes the time to read on my work and actually give me feedback about it, wouldn't you say? Plus, like most authors, I enjoy talking about my own work, so sue me. >:p

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6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't usually do angsty endings; I prefer happy or at least bittersweet ones. I guess by default, it has to be the fic where I slowly killed off America and China from Axis Powers Hetalia for 13k words, while the rest of the cast had already been dead for centuries at that point. So yes, the entire cast of that series was dead by the end of that fic. :))) IN MY DEFENSE, ok, I was actually trying to give them a bittersweet ending by reuniting them with all of their old friends and family by finally letting them rest after so long alone, but it still turned out really sad. TT TT It's basically my only fic where I can't go back and reread it more than once every couple of years, because I still end up a sobbing mess by the end.

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7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Well, I guess that's what you define "happiest" as. The most cathartic? The one with the least amount of trauma and extreme bodily injury incurred by the characters? 🤔 I guess by the latter definition, it would Kaleidoscopic Perceptions, a very fluffy USPH college AU that I actually enjoyed writing a lot despite me not usually enjoying romance or college AUs.

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8. Do you get hate on your fic?

No, thankfully. I've gotten a couple kinda weird comments, and of course the obligatory "It's been X months since you updated were you aware?????" comments, but no outright negativity.

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9. Do you write smut?

LMAO. Absolutely not.

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10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes! I really love crossovers. I have a few common fallbacks that fit with a lot of fandoms (daemon AUs, Firefly AUs, etc.), but I also enjoy fandom-specific crossovers when I can figure out how to pull them off.

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11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No idea. I hope not!

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12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Just once for this Gravity Falls fic.

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13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes. It had a few ups and downs, but it was overall a really positive experience, and I think it turned out really well!

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14. What‘s your all-time favorite ship?

idk that I have an ALL TIME favorite ship, especially since I hardly ever ship anything, but Frobin is pretty choice, I gotta say.

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15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Er, none of them, hopefully? I hope that I eventually get to finish all my WIPs at some point, even if it might take me awhile. >.>; But I suppose if I had to pick ONE to abandon, I'd probably pick Written In, my D&D Inscryption crossover AU. I like the IDEA for it, but writing it out is like pulling teeth, and after the first installment where the party gets together, I don't really have a lot of ideas on where to take the plot. :/ Like I have the general overarching idea but no plot structure or anything but small disconnected story beats.

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16. What’s your writing strengths?

I like to think I do a pretty good job with descriptions while not bogging the story down too much with too much detail?

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17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh, staying motivated ig. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ if you're asking my weakness about mechanics, though, uh... exposition, I guess? Dialogue in general, sometimes.

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18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If there is actual information included in the other language, then you better provide a translation. If it's just for flavor, though, have at it.

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19. First fandom you wrote for?

TMNT, specifically the 2003 show. It's never been posted anywhere on the internet and never will. :)

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20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Becoming Real, a Kpop fanfic based on VIXX's Voodoo Doll MV. However, it can easily stand on its own as its own original work. I consider it the most accessible story I've ever written, and it also was just very easy for me to write. Writing is often like pulling teeth for me, but not this story.

Tagging: @breezy-cheezy, @quicktothebatjalopy, @hiding-in-the-vault, @variablememory, @bleue-flora, @theriu

[tblsomedoodles]

Got any wips of project you're wiling to show? I know you said some of the stuff eas kicking you're butt... maybe people seeing you're progress might help?

Yeah, i can share a couple : )

I'll share two things (mostly because the one is very self-indulgent and i'm not entirely sure i'm going to post it when it's done), and the other is just a bit of the seer twin fic i was working on

I'll put it all under a break just so it doesn't get messy.

Here's an excerpt of what i've been writing for the Seer Twins AU. This part is the very tail end of Leo's first waking vision, which i felt like i needed to write out before i could go into the talk (fight) they had the next day. (also that talk might end up being broken up? Mostly because they can't exactly talk to Donnie about hsi visions if no one else really knows he's having them. but that's besides the point.)

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A decision was made and Donnie continued across the room, dropping to sit cross-legged in front of Raph and Leo. He hesitated briefly before prying one of Leo’s hands away from Raph’s arm to hold in his own.

Leo clung to Donnie’s hand like a lifeline, somehow more desperately than he still did to Raph’s arm. It had to have hurt, but Donnie didn’t so much as wince, instead leaning forward to mumbled something directly to Leo that even Raph couldn’t hear properly.

They sat like that for over an hour as Leo slowly quieted and stopped struggling. By the time the glow began to fade, Leo was limp in Raph’s arms, head laying against Raph’s plastron but his hand still firmly holding Donnie’s. His thoughts came stuttering into Raph’s awareness once again, it’s contents breaking Raph’s heart. Fear, pain, exhaustion, confusion; all sat forefront in his little brother’s mind even as he slowly blinked, taking in his surroundings for the first time since this began.

“Hey,” Leo’s voice was little more than a hoarse whisper as he saw everyone in his room. “If I had known there was going to be a party thrown in my room, I’d have cleaned first. Maybe.”

Raph was relieved as he hugged Leo close, Mikey and eventually Donnie joining soon after. Leo was hiding his thoughts behind humor again, but Raph was just glad he was aware enough to do so.

“I love the attention, really I do, but ow,” Leo said after a moment. They let go quickly, though Raph kept him in his lap propped up against his plastron. Leo was still shaky, his entire body feeling like achy Jell-O, his description, not Raph’s. Leo himself wasn’t sure if he could sit up right now, so Raph opted not to have him find out.

- The second thing is a very messy planning video for a Donnie VS the World video, that i never expected to make, but recently realized a song fit too well not to. I doubt it will be full length, or make any sense. Essentially i just had the thought of drawing one of Donnie's first encounters trying to get his brothers back. This is probably very ambitious of me considering im bullshitting my way through the animation process. (i literally do not know how to properly animate. It's all trial and error over here, plus some not-really-helpful youtube videos.) If it looks cool when it's 'finished' i'll probably post it.

This video is just Donnie breaking into a purple dragon warehouse because he heard they have Leo, only to find evidence he was there but actually finding him, and thus making that the purple dragon's problem.

thank you!

[livelaughwhump]

probably a very unrealistic scenario but let’s ignore that for a second

we already saw what pre-whump Elliot is like when drunk (which is positively adorable) but what would he be like post-whump?

Yeah, it's a little unrealistic, but who cares?! This'll probably just be a non-canon drabble

Masterlist

Content: alcohol, intoxication, trauma dumping, mention of past abuse/violence, self-deprecation, self-hatred, vomiting

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The team was huddled around the coffee table in the living room, a board game set in front of them. Elliot was the only one not playing, but he was still present, sitting beside Lyra and struggling not to flinch with every loud sound that left Landon's mouth.

Landon was already tipsy when he had started handing out drinks to the rest of the group. That was probably why he hadn't noticed that he'd handed one to Elliot as well. In fact, no one noticed until near the end of the game.

The first one to notice was Yvonne, whose cup was still nearly full. Her health problems didn't let her drink very often, but she indulged every once in a while. Because of that fact, she was the most sober person in the room, and was therefore, the first to notice Elliot's odd behavior.

Elliot was swaying from side to side, a dopey smile on his face. Yvonne's eyes widened as she eyed the cup in his hand. "Elliot, what are you drinking?" She asked.

All eyes turned to Elliot, but he didn't seem to notice. He giggled and peered into his near-empty cup. "I d-dont know. L-Landon gave it to-to me." Lyra's eyes narrowed and they shot a furious look at Landon. Elliot giggled again. "I'm-I'm so glad you guys r-rescued me. I didn't l-like being a-a pet."

Lyra glowered at Landon and mouthed the words I'm gonna kill you, though it didn't looked like he was paying much attention. He too was looking at Elliot.

Broderick abruptly stood up and said, "I'll go get him some water."

Elliot hiccupped, his heavy-lidded eyes fluttering. "My-My Master wasn't very n-nice to me. He always s-said I was wo-worthless. Th-Then, he would h-hurt me."

"Elliot," Karine said. "You don't have to-"

"S-Sometimes he would b-beat me up," Elliot interrupted, completely oblivious to everything around him. "He also l-liked to wh-whip me. S-Sometimes it was b-because I was b-bad, but-but sometimes he d-did it for f-fun." Elliot's loopy smile faded as he looked up at Lyra. "Some-Sometimes I'm afraid that-that you'll decide to-to do that to me."

Before Lyra could respond, Broderick returned with a tall glass of water, which he handed to Elliot and said, "Here you go, sweet. Drink this. It'll make you feel better."

Elliot shook his head and pushed the water away. "Not th-thirsty. I feel f-fine."

Broderick kneeled down in front of Elliot. "Sweetheart, you're drunk. You need to drink some water or you'll be sick tomorrow."

Elliot giggled again. "I got s-sick at M-Master's house once. He th-threw me in the-the basement until I-I was-was better."

"Elliot, please drink some water," Broderick urged. "It's good for you."

Elliot ignored him, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. His lower lip started quivering. "You-You guys are the-the only people that are n-nice to me." Tears started to well in Elliot's eyes. "No-No one l-likes me."

Broderick pressed the glass against Elliot's lips and forced him to take a sip. "There you go," he whispered.

Lyra rubbed Elliot's back. "That's not true, Elliot. People like you."

Elliot shook his head, his tears beginning to spill over. "I-I don't l-like me." Broderick forced Elliot to take another sip. Elliot sniffled as it was pulled away. "I'm-I'm ugly and-and stupid. I-I..."

"It's okay, Elliot," Lyra said, wrapping him in a gentle but warm hug. They gently rocked him back and forth as he wept into their chest. "You probably won't remember this tomorrow, but we really do love you. We love being with you and we love having you here. Just let Broderick take care of you, okay?"

Elliot sniffled again. "D-Don't f-feel well," he mumbled.

"What was that?"

Almost immediately after she said it, Elliot gagged and clamped both hands over his mouth.

Broderick immediately picked Elliot up out of Lyra's hold and carried him to the bathroom. Broderick set him in front of the toilet and guided him to lean over it. Elliot gagged several more times before finally retching into the toilet. Broderick's hand rubbed calming circles into his back as he cried and heaved.

"There you go," Broderick whispered. "Get all of it out. You're okay. I'm here."

When Elliot was done, Broderick took some toilet paper and wiped away the excess spittle on Elliot's chin. Elliot sniffled and wiped away his tears.

"You okay, sweet?" Broderick asked.

Elliot blinked a couple times before he said, "Tired."

Broderick smiled. "Then, let's get you to bed. I'm sorry, sweetheart. We shouldn't have let you drink that."

Elliot's eyelids fluttered, and Broderick couldn't even tell of Elliot had heard him. Broderick pursed his lips. "Would you like me to carry you or can you walk on your own?"

Elliot hesitated. For several long seconds, he didn't even move, until he leaned back over the toilet and vomited one more time for good measure.

Once he was finished, he sniffed again and said, "C-Carry me?"

Broderick smiled. "With pleasure, sweet."

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Fun fact, I don't drink so I had to ask my mother what it feels like to be drunk😅

Still not sure if I did this correctly, but I hope you enjoyed it!

If anyone has any other requests, suggestions, or questions for me or my characters, please feel free to send them!

Taglist:

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If anyone wants to be added to or removed from the taglist, please let me know!😊

Or if you only want to be tagged in main chapters

[littlemissmanga]

Hey bestie 💖 I'd like to request 1, 10, and 11 for "The Daimyo's Princess" for the fanfic ask game! I loved how the reader pushed through her discomfort to get what she needed and how Boba encouraged her to do so. That's so him, making sure his princess gis taken care of and gets what she needs 😌 hope you're having a good weekend!!

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Finally getting around to this answer lol I did have a good weekend :) I hope you did too!! Thank you for loving on The Daimyo's Princess!! I was so nervous writing Boba but this is one that came straight from my heart.

What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Oh this was 100% self indulgence. I was really just fucking done with my job that day - everything that could go wrong did and in exactly the way I had said it would. The solution was one I proposed weeks ago ... but this time a colleague said it and he got the credit.

When I'm overwhelmed I like to be pampered the way Boba 100% would pamper his girl. But on this occasion, I wasn't looking for that. I wanted validation that I was smart, that I conducted myself appropriately, that I was doing the right thing and it's not my fault office politics suck. I also wanted to reclaim a little of the power and pep in my step that the endeavor took from me.

As much as Boba would pamper someone, he would also really be supportive of them being a Boss in their own right. I think he would LOVE to see his partner full of confidence and he feels 100 ft tall knowing he's the person she looks to when that confidence is starting to crack.

So ya, I wrote what I needed emotionally lol. I'm glad to hear it resonates with others too! It was only after writing it that I realized I could add a few lines to highlight the setting and the "kill or be killed" nature of Tatooine to cross off another Bingo square. That made me super happy lol.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

I chose Boba because he's the perfect mix of authority and soft caretaker. Since this was so self-indulgent and I wanted validation, I wanted it to come from a character who would call a partner out when they're wrong. So validation coming from him means something, there's weight to it.

Also, as Daimyo, his power is visible. Public. I wanted to write a Reader who has a strong sense of self and work ethic but isn't a traditional leader reclaim her power publicly.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

It's a comfort fic. The situation at work is still about the same, so I come back to this a lot to read it and get comfort and it still makes me feel strong but also cared for.

That and Reader's BURN toward the end. I was so damn happy with how that dialog came out.

Thanks for sending these in, and again for loving on my sole (for now) attempt at Boba!!! (Don't worry, I still have the Taken idea in my WIPs)

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

yeah i wrote another fic in the EVERLASTING SUMMER universe in a fevered haze!! what of it babes!!

behold, queer pirates on their howl's moving castle ship, loving each other & forming a found family & raising a new generation of pirates!!

look. if you're still here at this point you know what this series is about. you know what i'm about. let's not pretend here. i want them to have a ship full of babies and that's what they're going to have.

seriously though, i wrote in the notes on sickly sweet that if you had anything you wanted to see, let me know, and i got like half a dozen responses saying "give them more babies." so......... what was i meant to do???

also i was asked for more fluff, and the twins' first birthday party, and also a very specific request that i did end up using, which is also a warning for this section. if you don't want to be spoiled, don't read the notes, but i put the warnings in the notes at the beginning of the fic on ao3. make sure to read to warn yourself!! i'm just covering my bases in warning on that.

also also like i said. if you're still here. you're probably like me. i am writing this extremely indulgently and i hope everyone enjoys this because i am enjoying it very much. i don't care how indulgent it is. every time i think "is this too self-indulgent?" i am going to make it MORE self-indulgent. just watch me. i swear i will

thank you for supporting me and going on this journey with me, i got lots of fun comments last time and also lots of fun ideas so i'm looking forward to continuing to add to this series!! obviously i'm mildly addicted so!! i'm glad you're all here with me in my madness!!

anyways, enjoy my fic where i really just want to cover pirates in babies for a few thousand more words!! another fic in the 'romanticize a quiet life' (aka 'an everlasting summer') universe!!!!!

read 'now and forever more' on ao3!!

[cryptid-killjoy]

Seven knew Piper was one of the special ones. No matter how many paramours Pierre went through he could tell Piper was different to him, just like he and Zero were different to him. Seven never was about calling anyone the one or putting people in some ranked order. What he knew was what he saw. Piper meant something to Pierre. He and Zero were his best bros for a reason and that was that, just like Brigette had a way of being special to them all too when she was alive. There were just some people that stood out.

Zero was feeling that kind of special right then. When Pierre said he'd be sandwiched soon it was all he could to do hold back from howling as he gave a little yes jump in his stride as they walked. Memories filled his mind of lazy days in bed, the smell of weed in the air mixed with Seven and Pierre's cologne totally spent. The tv would be on and nobody would be paying attention it all hands on him petting him in the afters. The two best friends he ever a guy could ever want. He stood there with a dreamy face for quite a while after that. Those were the days.

Piper laughed out right. "Okay. Yes. I missed the mane." She even reached up to run her hands through both sides. She couldn't quit smiling either.

Clotho, the blonde had a way of being pulled in the most by the beautiful compliment. They were nothing less than the Sanderson Sisters by comparison. There was no black flame candle needed, but they were the sort to do what needed to be done when their age was showing. It was probably noted over the years of knowing Seven that they might look more washed out at times, even grey, and then show up rather revived and youthful again the next time. But it was Clotho who held youth dearest to her heart.

"I'm feeling rather ravishing, thank you. You always were a favorite friend of Seven's to me." Oh yes, she'd return the compliment in the most self-indulgent way. "You were a boy that always noticed, but how could you not?" Oh yeah, she was feeling good tonight. "We'll all be glad to have you back, my boy."

Piper, who did not know the Fate sisters until recently could only marvel at the interaction and think it made sense now why Seven was the way he was surrounded by such personalities. She never once imagined people might look at her and dissect Kuzco and Clopin and think all her mysteries were unlocked.

Everything was explained to Pierre and despite it appearing as if it might have rattled him that Seven was going first, everyone held strong.

This was it.

The moments ticked and the moments tocked after Piper and Seven disappeared into the magic of the string.

Zero continued to shift involuntarily in his nervousness. So, Pierre would keep feeling the change of a full body to the wisp of cold holding onto him. No matter the form Zero didn't let go. Pierre was his grounding stone. It was anxiousness, but it was also excitement. The longer it took the antsier he got and it was harder to hold still. Zero's energy was amped to a wattage he could barely contain making his hips shake. All the things he kept inside that were pent up as he held onto Pierre's side just burst out of his mouth in one big roll like periods were never invented for sentences much less breaths.

"I'm-sorry I never visited you on the other side even though I could I really wanted to sometimes I just couldn't do it again I just couldn't do it not again I've done it before searching and searching for a lost friend and I guess they didn't want to be found because I never found them and I couldn't feel that way again I just couldn't I couldn't feel like I wasn't wanted again I was scared I was just fucking scared not of the other side just of that feeling I feel it so much and I just really want to be sandwiched okay?"

His way of saying he used to feel wanted when Pierre and Seven were alive. Being a loyal as a dog best friend is hard when he's been the dog people left in the woods like they were going for a walk together but ran not realizing he was being ghosted, pun intended.

Then right when he got his final words out and as he was searching Pierre's face for a reaction and finally taking a big breath Seven and Piper reappeared.

Zero's eyes turned first. A smile started to grow. He turned completely tangible.

Seven stood there with that oh so Seven smile.

"Oh that was fun, mates."

He kept moving his hands and his fingers trying to feel the difference than before. Zero ran for him. Everyone was hugging him. His mothers were in the way. It left Zero bouncing on the outside until Seven pulled him.

Piper shook her head at all of it.

"We don't have time for this. Come on Pierre. Your turn. Welcome homes later. We're on a clock." Then she put out her hand.

Seven heard that and went, "Go, go, go!"

Seven's mothers were quick to get on their duty pulling a cut and very dead looking string along with a live string as the crunch for time set in. Piper would grab his hand. The same procedures would run with the twist of the hourglass.

Then the next thing Pierre would know he'd see himself and Piper before them through the view of a cracked door.

In a bath.

Intimate.

Music was coming from another source outside of that room. Violins.

The Piper that was still holding his hand pulled down fast to hide. "Shh." She clued him in quick to be quiet as they stayed hunkered down behind the crack of a closet door. They were in some sort of castle interior. A roaring fire was crackling. She whispered quite soft, "We don't want to be seen." Still, she couldn't help but smile. "Guess we're attracted to one another in every universe."

Turning an hourglass was never an exact science in comparison to a clock. She was close. She'd been here so many times to practice. She knew there was a little time to pass before their big moment. Time to tell Pierre the plan.

"We have to wait for just the right moment. We're going to live body snatch and leave your dead body in this time just seconds before the moment of your death here, so it doesn't disrupt much of the timeline. We steal it while it's still alive. They were about to be dead here anyway. Your job is to possess it when I say. It will leave your tangible earth walking Halloween body here. Then you come home with your own body. For now, we wait."

It was the same instructions she gave to Seven. He'd stolen another body from another timeline and left his tangible Halloween body in its stead. When the night ended there and it decayed faster than normal or disappeared it might seem a mystery to those left behind, but the people themselves were going to be dead anyway. If she pulled a person from their death and switched them out the Fates already knew they were able to step into a new universe and continue to thrive. These were magics that skirted darker ethics Piper had been learning from the Fates in secrecy because secrecy was part of the vow she took to be able to learn them. It was very Geppeto and Willem when it came to respect of their darker arts.

She'd look back at the pair in the water and smirk. Then she'd look at her deceased friend beside her. "Self porn. Who knew you could watch it live?"

“Real sex, real sex, real sex,” Pierre started up a little chant, pumping his hand up in the air like he was some sort of ringmaster in a circus. That’s one of the things that he missed the most, and he wasn’t ashamed to say it.

“Man, I miss that girl,” He said, knowing that he had fucked it up with her forever that day that the Laveaus had stormed upon his house. That’s what it had felt like. An assault. A complete siege, with his mother and sister saying that they were leaving, packing their things, and his father just being an asshole and nodding, letting it happen. Though he did regret how it went down, he didn’t regret being the only one that was fighting for his family to stay together. Big lot of good that did. There was no family anymore.

He’d caught sight of her for a moment at the ball, but hadn’t dared approach, not that he had the time. Piper had been the one to claim all of it, and then gave him strict orders to meet her by the tree, which he was following, though perhaps a little more leisurely than she might have liked.

He moved up behind Zero, and put his hands on his hips, dancing his fingers over the jutting hipbones. He always was a skinny little guy. The picture-perfect definition of a twink. “Of course, pup. You’re going to be sandwiched in no time,” He promised.

He only let go of his boys when Piper took over his attention again. She had a way of doing that, of drawing all eyes to her. Like the rest of the world could be entirely blocked out, he was scoped right in. He wrapped his arms around her, thin waist and all, as she seemed to groom him, making him chuckle. “You missed the mane, didn’t you?” He teased lightly, holding her closer, nuzzling his nose against her cheek and kissing it.

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world,” He said, eagerly, his dark eyes looking into her bright violet. The most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen, he would attest to that. No other ones had ever compared to the shocking color, made all the more bright and beautiful in contrast with her skin tone, and the naturally dark lashes that she had.

He looked over her shoulder at Seven who was getting all of the hugs from his mothers, and he chuckled, pulling back a little from Piper but he kept his arm around her, like he was scared of disappearing again. Which he was. Another year of waiting for this kind of communication, for this kind of chance? It would feel like an eon down there.

“Ahh, you know,” He laughed, keeping it casual with Seven’s moms. “The humidity isn’t great for the hair but I can’t say I ever got bored. Good to see you three ladies, looking as beautiful and youthful as ever.”

The moms huddled and Pierre looked back down towards Piper. “So you really figured out a way to bring us back? You’re … incredible,” He said, breathing heavily. Of course it was Piper. And he was confident enough in himself to believe that he was her first choice to do this with. But it still blew his mind that all of this was happening, and so fast.

He listened to the instructions and he felt a little nervous too that Seven was going to be going first. What if something went wrong? What if they couldn’t do it, and Pierre would have to return to Hell alone because Seven was put into some sort of limbo? He had to breathe again and he nodded towards his friend, his Hell-mate. “You got this, dude. And of course, Piper and Pierre, we can do anything.”

He nodded towards Piper though, understanding. Wait your turn. He wasn’t generally good at that but he could wait in this circumstance. “I’ll be good and patient, don’t worry,” He said, putting on his most charming grin.

He was reluctant to let Piper go too, though it was to help Seven. He’d keep a hand on her, squeezing hers, and then lightly touching her fingertips with his own until she was too far away to do so. Was he braver than before like the women were hinting? In some ways, perhaps. Time would tell. He may still do a Scooby-Doo jump into whoever was closest if there was ever a jumpscare, or seeing one of the fates with their hair in rollers and a green facemask. But he was going through with this, which was much scarier.

“I’ll be here,” He said, again. When Zero came to take Piper’s place, he put his arm around Zero’s shoulders, pulling him in closer. He kept it stiff, for when Zero went into his ghostly form, letting it hang on the air, until he became a little more corporeal again.

Pierre wasn’t changing his mind. No - he was watching intently, with wide eyes, one arm still out and the other going through his hair, like a comforting habit, pushing it up and out of his face.

[aenesthesian]

March 2024 favourites

Throughout the past few months I've seen several people catalogue their monthly interests in this way, and it's intrigued me as I don't know anyone else who likes to categorise things as much as I do. Maybe I'm just an immensely nostalgic person who is terrified of forgetting things from my youth, which, I'm not going to lie, is starting to hinder me a little! Anyways, this is my first try at this, bear with me.

Film(s)

Saw Dune: Part Two in theatres and holy shit, what an experience that was - it truly is the blockbuster franchise of our time. However, no matter how good the movie itself was, it still left me confused as i hadn't made any effort beforehand to understand the plot. I remember feeling the exact same sense of confusion when I came out of the cinema in 2021 after seeing the first part of Dune. Turns out all I had to do was watch a single Youtube video explaining how the Dune universe works in order to be completely engrossed by the world! If only my stubbornness and refusal to give sci-fi movies the time of day, a genre i've never enjoyed much, hadn't stopped me from wanting to understand it all these years.

Another thing that kept me on my toes all month was the promo for Challengers starting, which releases in theatres next month!! I can't believe we're actually getting a love triangle on screen where ALL corners touch. What a monumental event in history indeed.

Also, special mention: Swann Arlaud, Twitter's It-Boy of the Month!!! Well, at least my TL is flooded with pictures and interviews of him, which I'm actually not mad about, not mad at all.

Bars

Usually March is a really tough month, one full of despair and stress. While that was still the case this year, I tried balancing it out by spending more time with friends. It's been lovely spending long Friday evenings in bars, even if I did feel a little distant at times. Strange how one can feel dissociated in a large group and yet still feel like they belong - it only starts being unbearable the moment you begin to feel like an anomaly that is entirely out of place. Our brains work in fascinating ways; regardless, I'm just glad to have spent more time outside of my home. Is this what enjoying my youth feels like?

Skincare

I only properly began about a week ago, but i've been having so much fun establishing, or rather enhancing my skincare routine. I used to brag about not taking care of my skin at all, which looking back was absolutely tragic. Now I'm very pleased with how far I've come in terms of taking care of my own body, at least with this little routine I have.

Music

I've been finding so much new music lately!! Over the last two weeks, there genuinely hasn't been a day where I didn't find at least two songs to my liking. Been listening to a ton of German music as well as any other genre I can think of - from rock, alternative/indie to hip-hop, rap, techno, pop, just anything that comes my way. Here are some of my favourites from this month:

babybreath - Lovesliescrushing Tommi - AnnenMayKantereit Junge - Die Ärzte Another life - PinkPantheress, Rema Subterraneans - David Bowie alone - Cavetown Tumblr Girls - G-Eazy, Christoph Andersson Will I See You Again? - Thee Sacred Souls Beautiful Boy - The Last Dinner Party Cellular (Live) - King Krule Leben leben - OG Ti Philadelphia - Matt Maltese, Searows Pretty Girls - Reneé Rap Am Weg in die Villa - BIBIZA Too Sweet - Hozier Never Wanted To Dance - Mindless Self Indulgence Lottoscheine - AnnenMayKantereit i like the way you kiss me - Artemas nichts - makko Souvenir - boygenius Ssaliva's entire discography

Books

I read How To Get A Girl Pregnant by Karleen Pendleton Jimenez, a memoir of sorts about a queer butch woman trying to get pregnant, and oh my god. The grip that book had on me was unbelievable, it simply felt so distinctly human and helped ease my anxiety about my future as a queer person a little. It's advice that straight parents cannot give their queer child, and I couldn't help but soak it all up. It's available online in pdf format, btw.

Also, I finally finished my third reread of my first All the Young Dudes copy that I started reading in November I believe? I'm afraid those characters, that story, and that fandom will always be a part of me, as it's been three years now, and my fixation isn't waning one bit. Forgot to mention that I began reading The Secret History after putting it off for literally a year or two, which I'm very excited about. So far it's incredible, however pages 44 and 45 left such a deep pit in my stomach that I had to put it down for a few days. Hopefully I'll be done with it by the end of April, as next month may be the most stressful of my entire life so far.

Special mention

The forcemasc tumblr tag has taken over my body and mind. Not sure whether I'm willing to go into more detail, but i just. i just. i. holy fucking shit. Never has anything validated my gender identity along with my sexuality more than that goddamn tag.

A quote that defined my month

[strangeswift]

WHAT ARE UR WEDDING HEAD CANONS FOR THE PARTY?!?!?

Full disclosure I am generally bleh about marriage so if these kinda suck that's why.

I already talked about the Duzie wedding here!

Lumax wedding would be small and intimate. Lucas's parents wanted a big wedding and offered to help financially, but both Lucas and Max wanted to keep it small. It's beautiful though. Everyone is there.

Max wears a simple white gown, no frills or puffy sleeves, but it's beautiful. Lucas wears a really fancy tux. Lucas also practices his vows in the mirror beforehand. El is Max's maid of honor of course. (If I was being self indulgent I would make it Mike but 🙄 I'm being realistic because the integrity of my headcanons is important to me.)

Lucas doesn't pick one best man persay, but unofficially it's Will, because he's the one who plans the bachelor party and gives the speech at the wedding. (Dustin is too busy with work for wedding planning and Lucas trusts Will a little more than Mike, especially not to embarrass him during the speech)

Because Will planned it, Lucas's bachelor party is actually just a DnD campaign (Will consulted Lucas on this beforehand and he enthusiastically agreed) and the Will the Wise costume makes an appearance. (The party still plays as adults but they don't do costumes. But this is a special occasion!!)

Max's bridesmaids are El, Erica, any new friends she made out of Hawkins. (I think Max and Erica are gonna become really close and jokingly gang up on Lucas all the time.)

Now. The moment we've all been waiting for.

Byler wedding.

Well. There isn't one.

Mike knows better than anyone that love doesn't equal marriage. As does Will. They didn't have the example Lucas had with his parents. And they wouldn't be able to legally marry until they were older, and by that point they've been in a committed relationship so long that they don't really see the point.

(This is prob me projecting because I don't want to get married.)

But hypothetically.

Jonathan is Will's best man. Nancy is Mike's maid of honor not bc I'm implying Mike is like the bride just because I want it be be Nancy and Nancy is a woman so chill tf out (also if I was being self indulgent it would be Max but you already knew that).

Not in a church. Outdoor wedding. OH OH! Forest wedding. I'm reopening twilightgate. it's just Bella and Edward's wedding. (Also projecting cuz if I did have a wedding it would be just like that.)

But anyway as I said headcanon integrity is important to me and I feel in my soul that they would not get married. Sorry.

El would probably get married though. She'd have to wait until same sex marriage is legal and also when she's out of her lesbian heartbreaker era and finds a keeper. Hopper would walk her down the aisle and the entire party plus Jonathan would be in her wedding party.

Her dress would be flashier than Max's was, probably sparkles and lace. Will is the best man, he and Mike plan the Bachelorette party together. Will's speech at the wedding makes everyone cry. Mike gets tipsy and gives a speech about how he loves her so much and he's so glad it is not him marrying her because as a teenager he thought that's what was going to happen and it haunted him every day. Will has to cut off this speech but El finds it hilarious and loves it, because she relates.

Also Mike and El dance together like at the Snowball AH PARALLEL but platonic this time obviously. In fact, El dances with every member of the party and Hopper and Jonathan and Joyce. She dances with everyone.

Tysm for the ask!! <3 I had a lot of fun with it

[lexa-griffins]

I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one that doesn't like most of what the fandom writes. I mean, most of the writers are in love with Lexa, making her overly masculine and dominant, and tend to reflect their own personalities on Clarke, making her a damsel in distress, all feminine and sophisticated, waiting to be saved by big brave Lexa, and unfortunately, Clarke's personality is almost totally erased in most cases. I respect their views and their writing, but that's not how I see them

Before i answer I feel like I need a disclaimer because I'm aware some mutuals/followers write Lexa and Clarke the way me and anon state we are not the biggest fans of and if you do, you're doing great sweetie, keep on writing what you love!

That being said, yeah you're definitely not alone in not being a big fan of the majorities interpretation of Lexa and Clarke in fics (be it AU type or canon).

Now I do gotta say that while if I had to pick a favorite it would most definitely be Lexa, when it comes to 'attraction' I am a Clarke's girl so I might also be guilty of that in the inverse way. And while I see Lexa as more femme and will write her/draw her as such I know a lot of butch folks see themselves in her and I would be perfectly fine with reading more masculine Lexa fics (although I really dislike her being all dominant, I kinda draw the line there 😂) if they weren't almost always (I'm saying almost because I haven't tried to read every single fic of course but from my experience) accompanied with an overly feminine Clarke and I just really dislike the whole damsel in distress sophisticated Clarke as you put it and yeah, sometimes I start reading it and I can't find the Clarke I love in there.

The fandom kinda say peace to the show after Lexa's death which I kinda did too during season 4 and while I didn't watch the full episodes I do like jumping around to Clarke's and Raven's scenes (and Madi's because I love that little girl) and I feel like whatever 'princess' there was in Clarke left her as she grew into an actual adult so the more I watched the more I doubled down on the disliking feminine/submissive Clarke because it felt even less like her to me and fics where she is written like that lost nearly all the appeal to me. (not to mention I was never a fan of the generalized 'Clarke has the baby no questions asked' specially when Lexa's personality to me always felt like it fit with maternity and motherhood so much more than Clarke's and has a fan of family/pregnancy fics those also got put aside).

I would like to think the way I write Lexa and Clarke in my fics reflects the way I think about them when it comes to this topic and while not many I do have readers so I know some people do like the dynamic the way I portrait it but I think I can count on my two hands the number of fics I have read that go "against the current" of the fandom I guess you could say.

Maybe if I was good at writing meta or at expressing better what I mean this would be more well structured but I guess this is my way to say that yeah I mostly agree with you anon! 😅

And of course, people are allowed to write whatever they want and have their own interpretations of the characters and if you read this and disagree it's perfectly fine, I'm glad so many people get to have so many different fics that align with how they see the characters and that they get to enjoy them. I'm always a bit sad that I can barely find any fics that meet my views of them but such is the nature of fandom and I try to self-indulge with the fics I write and that follow the way I see them and if people agree them wonderful and if they don't then I hope they have a wonderful time reading and writing with the view they agree with! :D

[bruhstories]

Yes, Daddy

summary: it's stepdaddy!zeke, there's no need for a summary xD pairing: stepfather!zeke x stepdaughter!reader warnings & content: stepcest, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, lots of daddy mentions, oral sex (male receiving) word count: 1.5k

a/n: danger! this is very self-indulgent, i'm so sorry

You couldn't understand why your mother wanted to get married after your father left. The two of you were perfectly fine just by yourselves. She kept yapping about how a man could offer you stability and security, but you knew better — you knew your mom just wanted to get laid, and since she was almost 50, no one sane man of her age would marry her. She looked good for her age, so it was no surprise when she finally brought home her boyfriend. What was surprising was that Zeke was twenty years younger than your mother. Hell, you were closer to his age than her — he was only nine years older than you. But you could completely understand why she fell in love with him. The man was handsome, extremely intelligent, charming and, most importantly, rich. And for some stupid reason, Zeke was dating your mother, a reason you didn't figure out yet.

Then the wedding happened, and your mother was the happiest she'd ever been. You helped pick her dress, organised the whole damn thing to the smallest detail, even tasted the cake. You were going to move out eventually, and decided your mother would feel better if she had someone around her, so you tried to be nice to your new father. Besides, after Zeke moved in with you, you found out he was a pretty cool guy. So cool, that you began to fantasise about him, touching yourself when you heard him fuck your mom through the thin walls that separated your rooms.

You can't sleep. You toss and turn in your bed, you're either too hot, too cold, too tired or too full of energy.

"Fuck." You breathe out, pushing the blanket off of you. Perhaps a glass of milk will help, and so you go downstairs, dressed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of knee socks. You don't expect Zeke to still be awake after the way he the bed screeched an hour ago, yet there he is, watching some documentary about monkeys.

"Can't sleep either?" You walk into the living room and he glances at you, not so subtly admiring your thighs. Maybe you should've put on some panties.

"No. I can't get used to the mattress."

"Huh." You shrug, making your way to the kitchen. "Want some milk?"

"Yes, please." Zeke nods, not taking his eyes off of you. You don't turn the lights on, you know your house like the palm of your hand, and open the fridge, bending down for the jug. The shirt isn't long enough to cover your body once you've bent, and you know that. You count on that.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"Not at all."

You hand him the glass of milk before plopping on the couch, thighs exposed to the viewing pleasure of your stepfather. Neither of you is paying any attention to the TV, but you both pretend to be immersed in the documentary. Until you become adventurous and rest your hand on his knee. He doesn't flinch.

"You've got some milk..." Zeke points at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Did I get it off?"

"No. Here, let me." He wipes the drop with his index finger. Swiftly, before he can remove his hand, you poke your tongue out, giving his finger a slow lick. He's frozen, and you take advantage of this to suck on his index, not breaking eye contact for one second.

"Thanks." You flash him a smile after removing his finger out of your mouth with a pop. You're threading on thin ice, and it's about to crack by the looks of his growing bulge.

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to suck on your stepfather's fingers like that?" Zeke's condescending tone makes you squeeze your thighs together, and he leans closer to you.

"You could've removed them from my mouth, daddy." Your hand travels from his shoulder to his chest. "Makes me think you liked it. That's not very appropriate either, is it?"

"Why, you little... slut." His calloused fingertips graze over your collarbone before snaking around your throat. You whimper at the tightness of the grip, a smile creeping on your lips. "Shh, you wouldn't want your mother to wake up, would you?" You shake your head, half-lidded eyes watching his every move. Zeke releases your throat and you already lifted your shirt. "So eager to please."

"Mmm, I wanna please you, daddy. Wanna make you feel good." Your hand is desperately trying to pull his cock out but Zeke has you pinned to the couch by your shoulders.

"Bet you've got a tight cunt." He licks his lips, imagining how you'd clench around his throbbing dick. "Bet you're also soaked."

"Why don't you see for yourself?" You take him by surprise with a kiss that's so wrong, but that feels so right. Zeke kisses you back, tongue exploring your mouth like it's uncharted territory while his hand snakes between your thighs. You're not fighting him by any means, no. In fact, you spread your legs so he can have all the access he wants, seemingly satisfied by your actions. And he's right, you're dripping for him.

"Am I wet enough for you, daddy? Bet that old hag is so dry." You don't know what possesses you to say those things, you never hated your mother. But Zeke just has that effect over you and you can't even think anymore.

"Now, now," he shoves two fingers between your folds and you throw your head back, "that's no way to speak about your mother."

"Oh, p-please, as if you give a shit about h-her!"

"Hmm, it's true. I wanted to break up with her until I met you. And I knew I had to make you mine." Zeke adds another finger, curling them up to hit your sweet spot. "I'm glad you're not as stupid as your mother."

"Shit, fuck me, please! Wanna feel your cock inside me, daddy!"

"Needy whore. Do you beg other boys like this?"

"N-no, just you! Only you!"

"Good, because starting today, you're not allowed to see other men. Not after I fuck you."

Finally, you think, finally he wants you. You bite on your lower lip when he spits on his cock, the glistening tip pushing at your entrance as you squirm and whimper. Zeke is by far the biggest man to fuck you, and you're sure you'll be sore tomorrow. Inch by inch, he bottoms out, filling a whole no one could have filled. Manicured fingernails dig into his shoulders for support because the man is so feral and aggressive, you feel the couch sliding back with every thrust. And your face — it's a sight for sore eyes, the way your lips form an O when he fucks into you, the way your eyes roll when his cock grazes over your cervix. He drinks you in, that's a fact.

"Fuck, you're sotight." Zeke grabs your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks. "Open that filthy mouth."

You obey, thinking he might kiss you, but the man merely spits into your mouth and you clench your spongy walls around his cock, swallowing before he can tell you to do it.

"Good slut." He praises you and you feel your cheeks burning, chanting his name like a prayer. "As much as I love you mewling like a bitch in heat," Zeke shoves three fingers in your mouth, "I need you to shut the fuck up."

You nod, eyes filled with lust and desire as he fucks into your poor cunt. The harder he thrusts, the more you want him, and so you buck your hips, earning a low growl from your stepfather.

"That's right, take it like the whore you are."

You want to ride him, want to scream his name, but you can't, not with your mother upstairs, but at this point, you don't even care if she hears you — all you want is the sweet release of your orgasm that's been building up for some time now. Zeke can feel your need by the way you pant and arch your back, and he decides to let you have it.

"Be a good girl and rub that clit for daddy, yeah?"

You don't waste any more time and do as you're told, frantically touching yourself, clenching your muscles before relaxing them with muffled moans. He seems satisfied by your little performance, slowly pulling his throbbing cock out of your sore, soppy cunt.

"You gonna suck and swallow, love?" He removes his fingers from your mouth, coated in your saliva, drool dripping down your chin.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You answer him eagerly, tentatively falling to your knees and without a warning, you take him into your mouth.

It doesn't take much to make Zeke come — with hollowed cheeks, you bob your head up and down, back and forth, palming his balls and swirling your tongue around his cock and he's putty in your hands. When he's close, he holds your head back so that you don't miss a single drop of his cum and, like the good stepdaughter you are, you swallow the entire load with a smile on your pretty face. Zeke mockingly pats your head and you look at him with glossy eyes.

"Same time, tomorrow?"

"Yes, daddy."

[yostresswritinggirl]

Valentine's Collab - Day Six!

"Don't be stubborn! Try it!"

Early Valentine's gift as part of this great collaboration event together with seven other lovely authors, for Feb 13! Masterlist here, read them all, they're greaaaat~

Here's more sauce for motorcycle and tattoo artist Xiao brrttt, header by @Cut3knife on twitter.

Customers are always right! A simple and straightforward philosophy in the world of commerce exercised and spoken like a mantra for many years.

Xiao takes this to heart in his business. He had never refused a customer on their choices when it comes to the design they pick. Even if it's a bad tattoo, even if they were high,

even if they were drunk off their assess, too.

He was silent and obedient if he was silently judging the customer, hardcore, in his head.

So, what is it about now that made him hesitate.

"Don't be stubborn! Try it!"

Your flushed face from one too many drinks swayed side to side as you giggled, his head lifting from the image to stare- squint at your intoxicated state.

Xiao is known as an Ink Master for his mad talent in generating designs AND copying requests to the dot. You are one of his frequent and loyal customer, maybe the most loyal one of all, who always asks for the most aesthetically pleasing designs you customize or combine from different designs into a bigger masterpiece.

That's the main reason he's very hesitant on your request, the thought making him look at the digital design displayed on your phone and cringe again at the image.

This is a dare, this is definitely a horrible drunk dare.

"You know this is going to be permanent, you can never erase this from your skin, (Y/N)." His repeated argument was made in a vain attempt as he watched you climb in his workbench, the artist's head snapping to the side when you suddenly started undressing your top without provocation.

"Come on, come on, it would be good! I trust you!" Your drunken stupor mumbles nonchalantly as you ever so slowly pass out from your hangover.

Well now he really can't do anything about it. Xiao sighs as he snaps on his surgical gloves, bashfully running his hand over your entire back in pure adoration before settling on your lower back, where he starts sketching the ordered design— with a few changes here and there as he knows you've always liked about his service.

When he thought he was finished, his hand moves again to redo a finer detail, scratching off the center portion into a totally different design. This would be— his boldest move yet, but it's going to be something you'd (hopefully) not berate him about. And all things were done.

As the tool starts in his hand, he realized that this body part brings immense pain you never had before in your trips. "Sorry," he mumbles as the needle punches at your skin.

You woke up with a scream.

"Remember you can remove the gauze after five hours, nothing more, nothing less. Be very careful on irritations, especially since it's on your back," the ever so vigilant inker expertly recites the precautions without missing a beat as he locks the shop for the night. You were his last appointment for the day and the design finished just in time for closing.

You nod behind with a whine and groan as you fought the urge to scratch at the pain, the numbness lessening the full agony by half at this point.

You're most likely sober now, with light headedness here and there, with the urge to chug a whole liter of water as well as puke your guts out into the nearest bush.

Drunk you must be so proud of themselves.

"Sorry for whatever trouble I might have caused."

"I'm saying sorry in advance for whatever comes out on your back in a month or two."

You grumbled in response at his quip. The angle already makes it hard to make out for your vision, and the scabbing as well as peeling would also obscure the end result of whatever abomination you and him done to yourself. And judging by Xiao's interactions, it's not looking pretty good on your end.

Him revving up his motorcycle snaps you out of your self-deprication and you realized just how late it already was. You never reached after hours in this shop, "Thanks again, Xiao, I'm sure you did your best to make damage control for whatever horror I asked-"

"Are you gonna make me wait more or will you finally get on?"

With a gasp, your head turns to the sigh of the motorcyclist holding out a black helmet with neon accents tailored to your favorite colors. Whatever thoughts you had were erased as you rushed over to his side, bouncing on your tiptoes as you held out your hand for your designated helmet he keeps around whenever you needed a lift.

Xiao flips down his tinted visor to hide the unstoppable smile that creeped up to his lips at the sight of the adorable you. And to indulge, he took the long road.

It wasn't until 90 days later when you barged into his shop while Xiao was in the middle of inking someone, screaming incoherently with a flushed red face, with your hands lifting up to show the tattoo on your back to him.

It still had a few skin waiting to peel off naturally but the vibrant color of his work had started manifesting, the design in entirety easily recognizable in its condition:

A crying pepehands emoji tattoo with his words Xiao written in striking cursive in neon teal and black.

If you wanted him to ink over the pepehands for a more pleasing design, he'd be glad to do so for free.

But the mark of his name stays there. Permanently.

Eheh, early Valentine's gift, dears. I switched. between three damn prompts before finally settling on this.

Special mentions:

@yellowflowre @kookieyachi @anormalguyreader @dandelion-dreams @lehra @starlynxx @reicandies @heiayen @xiaophilia @hanniejji

[writing-good-vibes]

brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: the rocky horror show

man this really is some self indulgent bullshit that I have for you this week,, i saw rocky horror show live for the first time the other night and it was An Experience,, so here we are what is their opinions (only including charles, tommy and billy). WARNING for mild smut, but with mentions of degrading language(?), lingerie, blowjobs and allusions to sex work.

charles lee ray

has seen the movie with you multiple times

secretly thinks it's a huge vibe but will never, ever admit it out loud

all the lingerie and sexy times puts him in the mood

so you've missed the ending a few times because he won't wait till the movie is over

(sex whilst hot patootie is playing in the background)

your love for rocky horror means you're in with the edgy theatre crowds who put on regular live performances of it

you and your friends go to as many live shows as possible

you always get dressed up

corset, fishnets, classic red lipstick, the whole shebang

chucky never goes with you

(as much as he secretly loves the movie he would be way too embarrassed to actually go to a live show)

you tease him so bad before you leave

he is ready to rip your (already limited) clothes off before you can leave

he might go out "working" the same night

but if he stays in you tell him not to wait up, you'll be home late

"It doesn't start till midnight, Chucky so I won't be home till morning"

"you're coming straight home after, right?"

"why? scared I'm gonna leave you for a dude in heels?"

he scowls at you but you're right lmao

you have a raving time, as always

you stumble in at like 4 a.m.

and fall asleep on the couch

(still in your fishnets and sparkly corset)

the next morning (afternoon) you wake up to coffee and chucky laughing quietly

you sit up and look at the state you're in

"good night?"

"evidently, my morning could be better though"

which is both a dig at him laughing and a backhanded invitation

making out on the couch leads to fucking on the couch

and chucky makes it his business to ruin your outfit even more

then he brings you a coffee and tells you to have a shower because "you look like a whore after a long night on the job"

(in the unlikely event you ever do convince him to go he is mortified when you tell everyone it's his first time and make him go up for the virgin initiation games)

tommy ludlow

has also seen the movie with you and it is not his thing

he's a simple guy and there is way too much glam/camp for him

but he's glad that you enjoy it

(and you suffer through watching the basketball with him, so even stevens)

it's 1978 in NYC so there is a rocky horror show every weekend if you are so inclined

you go pretty frequently with your friends

heels and fishnets and lipstick !!

(tommy thinks you look absolutely drop dead gorgeous, it almost makes him want to come with you)

he worries about you being out late at night like that but you could beat anyone's ass if necessary

he waves you off and you promise not to be home too late

you have a great time, of course

but the most fun is had when you get home

you come home giggling and lowkey tripping through the door

he's stayed up to wait for you

(because he couldn't sleep without knowing you got in okay)

"have a nice time?" he grins

you throw yourself over him on the couch, still giggling

"it was great!"

your lipstick is smudged and you've got like a million rips in your fishnets

a show full of sex and glam has put you in the mood

you do not make it off the couch

did somebody say blow jobs whilst wearing red lipstick?

he almost loses it

and then you just tell him to just rip a hole in your fishnets

and he absolutely loses it

billy bibbit

when you get him to watch the movie with you it is an Experience alright

he's lowkey entranced

amazed

it's an eye opener for sure

but he kind of enjoys it

likes how no one takes themselves seriously and is just straight up vibing

dudes in fishnets and heels and lipstick?

he is having a crisis (positive)

you find out that an am-dram group is doing regular shows so you and your friends go along to test the waters

it's a blast

the next time you plan on going you ask billy if he wants to come

"it's a lot of fun, bill, and even better than the movie!"

"i d-d-don't kn-now if it's r-rrreally for me"

you don't pressures him because you get that it can all seem pretty intense

but you keep the option open for him

you go a few times with friends before billy even considers coming with you

rather than your usual rocky horror attire which is, lets be honest, slutty (positive)

you go together as brad and janet to ease billy into the whole thing

(you both get a lot of compliments because I mean, come on you're both perfect)

you sit towards the back of the show and keep it on the down low that it is his first time (to avoid the virgin initiation games)

you tell him a few of the call and response lines but it takes him a while to get warmed up to it

by the end he thinks its great

don't expect him to go all out but he does come with you every so often

honestly its kind of a confidence booster for him

after a while he can relax and knows that no one is judging him

(knows all the words to all the songs)