#/hello! long time no see and i hope you've been well 💖💖

[kemuele]

Continuing from here

Long time no see, indeed. Busy in some ways and not in others, seeing Fi for the first time in years makes him forget his absence. Kemuel instantly lowers his hands, releasing the witch's face from his friendly, though certainly excitable, hold. "Ah, my apologies," he starts with a warm bubble of laughter. A grin spills on his features and lifts the corners of his eyes.

"Is that better? I am doing well, but what of you? How are things these days?" Question after question, though not in an interrogative tone. His words are rife with curiosity and friendless, warm to the ears as much as they are to speak.

@learnedlucidity

[eunnieboo]

IYHM ask replies! (2/3)

🌸 @csevet asked:

hi my copy of iyhm just came in and my fiancee and i snuggled up and read the whole thing cover to cover and CRIED!!! i love when lesbians 💕💞💝💗💝💗💘💞💖💗💝

AHHHHH thank you SO much!!! OMGGGGG 🥺 live laugh lesbian..... 💞💗💖💕💖💞💕💖💗

🌸 @chrysalis-the-butterfly asked:

I read If You'll Have Me a few months ago and I loved it! Your art is so pretty and Momo and PG are such cool characters! 🥰 If you're okay with sharing, I'd be interested to hear what inspired you during the creative process? Were there any pieces of media or any other characters which influenced the formation of Momo and PG? Or did you do your own thing?

oh my gosh! thank you!! i really love character interactions and relationship dynamics, so i wanted to depict two girls who seemed like opposites - one cool and laid-back, the other soft and sweet. after a while they started to take on a life of their own, and i thought it'd be wonderful if their story could evoke the feeling of a shoujo romance!

i had a lot of things on my mind when i wrote the script... friendship, intimacy, communication... communication can be so hard! sometimes it's harder with someone you're close to because their opinion is so important to you. and what happens when you've got a character who's non-confrontational and has low self-esteem + someone who prefers actions over words, and would rather burn bridges than admit to feeling vulnerable? how would they get past that? i wanted to write their flaws as believable, and how their life experiences have shaped the way they think about themselves / the way they respond to personal conflict... but also how they learn from each other and grow ❤️ tysm for the question!!

@bisexualgoof asked:

Hi Eunnie! I just finished reading “If You’ll Have Me” and let me tell you, it was spectacular! I saw it in a local bookstore the other day and it was a no brainer to grab. The characters are so fun, the story is beautiful and heartfelt, and honestly every character is attractive… I especially fell in love with the pages of the books without words, especially 312-313, it made me cry. Such beautiful art! I related to PG’s annoyance with her long hair, I felt very seen with her comments. I’ve definitely said “I’d like to forget” so many times myself, right to my butch heart haha. Thank you for sharing this story with the world, and thank you in particularly for your acknowledgment at the end of the book, it made me feel seen. What an amazing love story, hope to see more of this adorable couple in the future!

oh my goodness!! this is so lovely and wonderful and ahhh T_T thank you so very much. it's such a dream, having these girls be out in the world with their personalities and backstories revealed at last! and i'm so happy to hear about the cast and side characters, i love designing people hehe ♥ i'll definitely keep drawing this couple, alongside more sapphic couples that are to come 😍 thank you!!

🌸 @skittles-rainbow-cat asked:

HI HI HI!!! you’ve been one of my fave artists forever and i just got done with iyhm and it’s sooooo amazing im in love with it. also i think strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo fits mono and pg very well :] i hope you’re having a good day and thank you for all your art it heals me in many ways <3333

HIIII omg!!! thank you so much! this song is so cuteeee oh my gosh this line:

Takes my hand in hers when the lights aren’t on Smaller than mine and oh god I am gone

it's so sweet ;_; thank you forever, i hope you're having a wonderful day!! <3 <3 <3

🌸 @lord-of-the-froggies asked:

Howdy Eunnie! I know you're probably swamped with work right now, but I just wanna let you know that I got my copy of your book today!! I'm gonna start reading it right away, it looks and feels amazing. From a fellow Washington artist to another--congratulations on such a huge achievement!

yay hello fellow washingtonian! and fellow artist!! thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 and i'm so glad the book got to you safely! wishing you a happy read~

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

omggg thank you that means so much!!! ;_; <3

🌸 @ddooyoung asked:

I got my (signed!) copy of the book, and I love it SO MUCH. It's everything I was hoping and more. I love finally getting to know them, especially Momo. Since the first time I saw them, I thought Momo was a lot like me and now I have confirmation 😆 Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful story!!! I'm excited for everything you do 💗

WAHH thank you so much!! yesss i'm so overjoyed to finally share their story after so long! i hope the signature turned out okay, i was very nervous signing books for the first time (shaky hand and everything) 😱 i think next time it would be fun to make a custom stamp and stamp a doodle next to my signature hehe. thank you again!!! 💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I somehow missed the news about your having created a whole damn book?? was just flipping through yu & me books's holiday gift guide and did a double take when I saw priscilla and momo!! zoomed in and sure enough, there was your name at the bottom! congrats on ihym and congrats on being featured on rec lists from shops as cool as yu & me 🎉😍

omggg thank you thank you!! 🥰 AHHH yu & me books looks so amazing! i've been to new york just once but if i ever get to go back i have to visit them... i'm always looking for indie bookstores to throw my money at 😤

🌸 Anonymous asked:

1. Will there be an “if you’ll have me” sequel? 2. Is Momo her full name or a Nick name? If it’s a Nick name what is her full name? Thank you i love your work! ❤️😊

ahh there's no sequel planned as of right now! but i'd love to make one if i get the chance... i have some ideas that i think would be fun <3 and momo gardner is her full name! i liked gardner because it made me think of flowers ☺️❤️ thank you so much!!

🌸 @upsidedown-shadow-dreamer asked:

Hello, long time fan here. If You'll Have Me was delivered an hour ago and I've already finished my first read. OMG it's AMAZING. I love the story, the beautiful art, the inner thoughts, the pacing, the page color changes for back story… Just major WOW. I hope you are so proud of this work. I'm already looking forward to reading it again. Thank you!!!

this is sooooo AHHHHH T_T i'm in tears. i can't tell you how happy and thrilled i am to hear this!!! it's so encouraging and uplifting and ahh!! i want to make more stories... and just knowing that this book will be read by the same person more than once, omg! it's truly the highest of praise. thank you from the bottom of my heart <333

🌸 Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just remembered I could borrow graphic novels as e-books from my local library, found IYHM, devoured the entire thing in one sitting, then went through your tags so I could look at all your other IYHM art, and I was wondering if you'll make more stories about Momo and PG because I can't get enough of them! Absolutely obsessed with these two and I love seeing them so happy together 💖💖💖💖

hello!! oh i'm absolutely over the moon about this! i can definitely see myself making a follow-up book if i'm so lucky 🙏 but i'll keep on drawing more minicomics and illustrations no matter what!! thank you so much for this wonderful message 💕💕💕💕

🌸 Anonymous asked:

hi!! love love love your art!!! do you think we can expect to see another graphic novel about momo and priscilla in the future?

🌸 Anonymous asked:

I’ve read IYHM so many times already and I absolutely loved it!!!! Are you planning on writing another book with Momo and PG? Is is there a way we can buy more of your stories?

thank you both so much!!!! <3 a sequel is actually one of the ideas i pitched for my second book! my editor cautioned against it in case IYHM didn't perform well, so i ended up going in a different direction - but my fingers are crossed for future opportunities 😤 realistically, it will probably depend on sales... but for the record, i'd want to do one regardless of the numbers...

i have one more book coming out, which i'm working on right now! the timeline is a bit up in the air atm but i'll try to keep everyone posted. making a book is so slow but i'm so grateful to you all for waiting 🥺💛

🌸 @randomqueernoun asked:

Do you make webcomics for other apps/websites? If yes where can I find them and what do I search in them to find your comics?

ahh not at the moment! but thank you SO much for the interest! one of my biggest goals right now is to set up a website where i have all my work in one place, and that would definitely be the place where i post future webcomics 👀

also, just as an aside... i want to make webcomics so bad. i think after my next book, i might take a break from traditional publishing to do that. sometimes i can't believe i'm drawing hundreds of pages i can't post... i'm like, how are people supposed to read this if i can't show them? how will they know?! ahh it kills me... but yes... someday!!!

part 3 to come~

[golden-moony]

king of my heart | pt. 2

pairings: lando norris x fem!reader | pato o'ward x fem!reader

warnings: love triangle? kinda.

author's note: go get some popcorn cause we have some drama here🍿... and it's a long part, so enjoy!!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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yourusername

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yourusername Miami GP over and out ✅🏁 No words could ever explain just how grateful I am for all of you and for the opportunity that I get to cover this amazing sport with such incredible people by my side. Thank you for everything Miami, I hope to see you again soon! 🌴💖

user1 the power she holds 🙌

user2 she's really living my dream 🥹

lissiemackintosh so happy to be able to share this with you!! love u❤️

yourusername we really need to do this more often😘 love u too! user3 y/n and lissie hosting track tv together is my new roman empire fr user4 SLAY QUEENS!! user5 the queens are thriving user6 i wanna be friends with them so bad 😫

user7 omg girl you're STUNNING

user8 BEST F1 WAG

user9 facts facts facts user10 she's not even a wag lol it's so obvious lando just keeps this nobody around for when he's bored and horny user11 user10 this "nobody" has done SO much in terms of women representation in motorsport, she's hardworking and a lovely woman. meanwhile, you're just a sad little person who's jealous of her because she's successful and close to your crush, who doesn't even know who you are. so get a life and stop embarrassing yourself. user12 user11 SAY IT LOUDER 👏 user13 user11 PREACH!!!

user14 i don't know if i wanna be her or be with her😩

user15 this is such a mood tbh

landonorris so proud of you, boo😍

yourusername 🥰🧡 user16 YNLANDO NATION WE WON user17 we love a supporting boyfriend 🤩 user18 i want what they have, your honor user19 is this considered a soft launch or what? user20 y'all are delulu😂 it's so obvious they're just friends user21 user20 girl being delulu is the solulu 🙌

user22 so when are we gonna talk about felix liking the post?

user23 i'm lost sorry, who's felix? user24 user23 he's pato's teammate in indycar and one of his besties user25 if felix liked then WHERE'S PATO user26 user25 doing more important things than being focused on this girl.

lilymhe such a pretty girl 💗

alex_albon should i be jealous? yourusername you should indeed. can u fight? user24 the friendship i didn't know i needed 🥹 user25 MY FAV WAGS INTERACTING YAY

user26 f1 is so lucky to have you!!!

user27 LOOOL why would they be lucky to have her?😂😂😂 she's nothing special user28 user27 and yet she's still rising 💅 user29 user27 then why are you even on her post? lol obsessed much?

user30 my role model ❤️‍🩹

📞 incoming call

[y/n; normal] [pato; cursive]

"...Hello? Did you butt-dialed me or something?"

"Uhm, hi. It's not a butt-dial. I-I actually just wanted to talk to you. Hear your voice, y'know. I've been kinda missing you."

"Oh really? And here I was thinking that your cold behavior toward me over the past three weeks meant that you didn't want anything to do with me. Silly me, I guess."

"I-I'm... [sighs]. That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. About the way I've been treating you. I'm sorry, y/n. I really am sorry. I know I've been a total jerk-"

"Yeah, you can put it that way."

"...I've been a total jerk and I regret it very much. You didn't deserve it at all. I just- I'm not trying to excuse my awful behavior but I just think I got- Uhm..."

"You got what?"

"Well... I saw Lando's instagram story when you went back to Monaco, as you've probably already figured it out. And I think- Well... I got jealous. And I know it probably sounds stupid now but at the time it felt like a punch in the face."

"Pato..."

"I know I didn't and still have absolutely no business to be jealous about you and Lando, cause you and I are not dating or anything and you don't owe me any kind of explanation about the type of relationship you have with him. But after the great time we spend together in Long Beach... I don't know, it just hurted seeing you with him. But that doesn't excuse anything and I just regret so much the way I've been treating you since then, it hasn't been fair to you at all."

"And it didn't cross your mind that we could have had this conversation way before now? I mean, you waited three weeks to finally talk to me like a decent human being, how-"

"I know and I'm so-"

"Let me finish."

"Sorry, go on."

"However, I do appreciate that you're finally acknowledging all of this and communicating with me like an actual adult. I know it's not always easy to do. And although I don't owe you any kind of explanation, I just want you to know that there's nothing going on between Lando and me."

"So you and him...?"

"We're friends and that's it. We care for each other but there's nothing going on."

"Oh... well, thanks for clarifying that for me."

"Yeah, yeah. You'll have to work harder for my forgiveness, anyway. I appreciate the call but it won't be that easy for you."

"Is that so?"

"You've heard me."

"In that case, what would you say if I invite you for a few days to come here to Punta Mita? Maybe that'll help me a little to earn your forgiveness."

"... I'm sorry, what!?"

"You've heard me."

"You're joking. You have to be joking."

"I'm not joking. You're still in Miami, right?"

"I am..."

"Great! My brother in law is in Miami too and he'll take the jet tomorrow morning. If you want to, you can join him and come here with him! We'd be thrilled to have you here too."

"Oh my God... Pato, I don't know what to say!"

"Say yes and you'd make this birthday boy the happiest man in the world. You'd even make my sister happy, I've been telling her a lot about you and now she's eager to meet you."

"I hope you've been telling her good things about me, then."

"Only the best. She's even on your side, y'know. Said I was being a giant cabrón and needed to make things right. She wasn't wrong tho."

"[giggles] Fine. I'll go, but I'm only doing this for your sister."

"I'll take that anyway! I'll let Brett know you'll join him and I'll send you the details, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Now go and pack your bags for tomorrow."

"Hey! Don't get bosy with me, mister!"

"[Laughs] Fine. Take care, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you, birthday boy!"

patriciooward posted to his story!

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[caption 1; para-para-paradise 🌞] [caption 2; in his sharkboy era] [caption 3; 🐶❤️]

paddockgossips

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paddockgossips Among the alleged "breakup" between y/n and Lando, the McLaren driver was photographed last night having fun in a Monaco club in the company of Max Fewtrell and other friends. Some sources have said that Lando seemed very cozy with a blonde woman at the party, whom he later left with. However, we cannot verify this information in any way, so it remains a rumor.

user1 I HAVE A CHANCE AGAIN (i'm delulu)

user2 so this confirms ynlando is over?? 😭

user3 girl i'm devastated 😭😭😭 user4 i'm still in denial user5 well they were never together to begin with user6 user5 THIS!! people act like they were a couple when they NEVER confirmed anything 😂

user7 "blonde woman at the party" "it remains a rumor" and magui goes and like the post LOL

user8 she's so desperate for attention🙄 user9 who's magui??? user10 user9 she's kika's friend and she was dating football player João Félix not so long ago (in fact, i thought they were still together lol) user11 user10 and don't forget she's a cheater. user12 user9 she's trouble

user13 yn >>>>>>>> magui

user14 user13 no need to compare them

user15 sorry but single lando it's so hot 🥵

user16 SO TRUE user17 FACTS he looks so good omfg

user18 in his heartbreaker era 😎

user19 in his reputation era 😎 user20 in his idgaf era 😎

user21 i'm a child of divorce fr

user22 i know y'all love y/n for some reason but i'm SO glad lando finally got away from her.

user23 SAME. and if magui makes him happy then great for him user24 stfu i'm mourning here

user25 y/n this magui that but max was, is and will forever be lando's true wag💅

user26 the one and only indeed

elbaoward posted to her story!

[caption1; off to dinner] [caption2; my love🤍] [caption 3; lovebirds!]

patriciooward

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patriciooward BDAY WKND DUMP 📸 thank y'all for all the love❤️‍🔥

user1 THE HARD LAUNCH IT'S HARD LAUNCHING

user2 OMG IT'S HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CAAAAALM

user3 he really said i'll give you what you want: thrist traps and y/n... and he's so real for that

user4 he really knows his audience user5 king behavior if u ask me user6 everybody say thank you Pato 🙏

user7 YNPATO NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING??

user8 I'M STILL SPEECHLESS user9 they're so perfect i wanna cry😭 user10 LOVE TO SEE🔥

user11 as a ynlando shipper i have to admit they're cute but ngl this still hurts 😩

user12 MOOD user13 ynlando will always be in our hearts 🥺 user14 ynlando >>>>>>>>>> ynpato user15 user13 girl grow up.

user16 THAT SHOULD BE ME

elbaoward where are my credits for the last pic? cuties🤍

user17 u literally gave us the cutest pic ever user18 elba thank you so much for your service🫡 user19 elba is ynpato's #1 fan and you can't tell me otherwise user20 elba is just like us fr user21 LOVE YOU ELBAAAAA 🩷

user22 MOM AND DAD

user23 can't believe how fast she moved on and got together with this dude lol lando really dodged a bullet with her

user24 how fast she moved on?? girl y/n and lando were never even together so stfu user25 ???? why are you even on pato's ig post? go away user26 user23 y/n is such an attention seeker and yet everyone loves her, i'll never understand it 🥱

user27 not to be that person but i would KILL to be that piñata😏

user28 MOOD

frosenqvist oh to be tanned, young and in love

patriciooward 😜 user29 IN LOVE??? FELIX BESTIE TELL US MORE user30 i don't know about y'all but this is all the confirmation i need about ynpato being real, bye user31 i think i can hear the wedding bells user32 user31 yesss and felix as pato's best man

user33 bestie don't be shy and drop more y/n pics 🫶

user34 i second the motion !!!

user35 NOT LANDO LIKING THE POST LOOOOL

user36 he is so unserious i love him user37 ICONIC BEHAVIOR TBH user38 yeah but i just know he's crying inside user39 user38 for what? lol lando knows he's so much better than this cheaper version of him. user40 user39 i'm so done with people like you who insult pato just because you cannot defend lando with good arguments.

yourusername magical weekend 💖

patriciooward with you there? always user41 STOP THEY'RE SO CUTE OMG user42 this is such an upgrade tbh user43 SO HAPPY FOR THEM 🥹 user44 what a bitch.

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[caption 1; back to reality✈️] [caption 2; I'm a high performance athlete. Athletes sweat. Sweat, baby] [caption 3; cutest model🧡]

paddockgossips

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paddockgossips NEW WAG ALERT? 🚨 Magui Corceiro, the Portuguese model and actress, attended the Monaco GP after being seen a few days ago having lunch with Lando. It has been rumored that they could be in a relationship, especially since Lando and y/n apparently went different ways, and Corceiro's presence in the paddock has not gone unnoticed by anyone. Still, neither Lando nor Magui have confirmed or denied these rumors.

user1 A TRIGGER WARNING WOULD BE NICE NEXT TIME

user2 um let's hope there isn't a next time user3 user2 let's pray girl, let's pray 🙏

user4 "neither lando nor magui have confirmed or denied these rumors" well that's bs cause she just liked the post

user5 istg she's trying so hard to get attention user6 lando was asked about magui and he said she was just a friend... and then she goes and does this lol what a clout chaser user7 and people used to say that y/n was after lando's fame and yet she NEVER did anything like this user8 she's such a pick me girl

user9 everything i know of this girl has been against my will istg

user10 SAME

user11 oh good luck lando

user12 oh be prepared for the y/n fans and little girls that'll come attack magui when she hasn't even done anything wrong

user13 literally they're just mad at magui cause she's dating their fav driver loool user14 they're only jealous cause magui is a gorgeous woman user15 user14 she's gorgeous but she's still a snake

user16 i'd ask why lando would be with someone like her, but then i remember he's an adult and if he wants someone like her by his side then that's up to him. let's not treat him like a baby please

user17 say👏 it👏 louder👏

user18 weeeeell if this is the kind of people lando likes to have around then i guess y/n really dodged a bullet with him

user19 FACTS user20 i mean at the end of the day he's just another privileged white boy, so🤷‍♀️ user21 i really don't get all the hate that she's getting, is she really that problematic? user22 user21 girl google it yourself but yeah, she is

user23 I MISS MY GIRL Y/N WHERE IS SHEEEEEEEE??

user24 what is she even doing there?

user25 must be cause lando wanted her to be there user26 why y'all never asked the same thing about y/n? y'all are such hypocrites istg user27 user26 cause y/n was actually doing her job????? user28 user26 oh you're stupid 😂😂

user29 magui in the paddock, pato not being able to finish Indy 500... it really is a shitty day huh

user30 DON'T EVEN REMIND ME WHAT HAPPENED WITH PATO OMFG user31 I'M STILL SO MAD ABOUT PATO user32 the only good part is that y/n and his family were there for him ❤️‍🩹

see y'all in part 3!

taglist: @drunkinthemiddleoftheday @evie-119 @evans-dejong @minkyungseokie @noneofyourfbusinessworld @bernelflo @eiaaasamantha @ijustgomessitupx @honethatty12 @daemyratwst @f1fan65

(if you'd like to be tagged in the next part, just let me know in the comments!🧡)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Three for One 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you're used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what's on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: Right, this was supposed to be a drabble series but it morphed and not I'm fucked.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me &lt;3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

It's the most special time of year! Mistletoe, jingle bells, and holiday cheer! Oh, and hot chocolate. Lots of that.

You hide your thermos under the desk and grab the crystal bottle again, giving a test spritz to the air. Your job isn't very complicated. All you do is say hi and chat about the perfume. Your manager says the job is selling but you don't like to see it that way.

You smile at a family of five as they veer towards the toy section. You don't think the six year old would be into an eau de parfum. It's understandable.

While you spend your hours wandering around expensive makeups and scents, you're filled with a certain hint of longing. For what you're paid to push the merchandise, you can't afford any of it yourself. Well, you've never been very materialistic.

You spin around and see a gentlemen approaching, though he doesn't seem to see you. He looks past you, almost through you. You stop in place and put on your best smile, fixing the red band around your head.

"Hello, sir, would you like to try some Gucci?" You offer and spray the nozzle at him.

He skids to a stop and recoils as if he's been slapped. He holds out his arm as he looks down at his coat, little droplets seeping into the fabric. He takes a whiff, his short mustache wiggling under his nose, and he scoffs as he tries to shake off the cologne.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He snips.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to scare you."

"You just go around spray people with that horseshit?"

"Well, sir, with respect, I don't like that sort of language.

"And I don't like being drenched in dog piss," he blusters, "point me to the goddamn trimmers."

"Um, what kind? Nail trimmers? Pet trimmers? Garden trimmers?"

"What the fuck do you think?" He points to his own face.

You hold your smile. There's always that one customer who's having a bad day. Whatever's got him so upset must be worse than dealing with him.

"Personal care," you point to the far corner, "right over there, sir."

"Ugh," he stomps and storms off.

"I hope your day gets better," you call after him, "oh, did you want a store coupon--"

He ignores you as he waves you off over his shoulder. You watch him turn towards men's grooming and you shrug, rocking slightly. You try not to let them get to you. As jolly as you find this time of year, a lot of people don't feel the same.

You shrug off the encounter. You still have a few hours ahead of you and it's starting to bustle with customers. You help a couple find the home wares while keeping the boundary of cosmetics firm. Lucille, the manager, doesn't like you leaving your zone.

You approach a woman looking at the Prada selection and get her checked out with a new fragrance, specially gift-wrapped by yours truly. She leaves happy, a small victory for the day. You celebrate but not too much.

You come around the counter just as you see that man strutting back up. He has an item in his hand and ignores you as he passes. Still you smile at him.

"Annoying," he mutters under his breath.

"Need help finding anything else, sir?" You ask his heels.

He stops and you see the way his spine stiffens. Oh no, you shouldn't have said anything. He slowly turns to face you.

"You can shut up," he marches up to you and grabs the bottle from your hands, "shut." He sprays you in the face, "up." He squirts you several more times before shoving the vial against your chest, "stupid little girl."

You take the bottle, blinking as you use your cuff to wipe the perfume away from your eyes. He continues on his path as you stand dumbfounded, drenched in Gucci cologne. It's hard to breathe through the heavy scent and you can't help but cough.

What a jerk. Just because he's having a bad day, doesn't mean everyone needs to.

Slowly you grow accustomed to the smell of yourself. It’s not too unusual. You go nose blind about halfway through your shift once you spray a few too many samples. You keep your distance from customers, offering them a spritz but trying not to crowd them with the vapors of cologne rippling off of you.

You yawn as the afterwork rush floods in and you make another round, smiling at Sofia as she peeks over at you. She’s with another customer at the counter, ringing them up as she gabs. You spin at the display at the center of the crossway that runs through the beauty department and stagger back before another can run you over.

You apologise to the tall man as he skids to a stop on his soles. You can tell he’s in a hurry by the way he grips his briefcase and squares his jaw. He wears a long dark wool coat as flecks of snow melt into his thick beard.

“Oh, sorry, I er, wasn’t–” He clears his throat, collecting himself, “I… didn’t see you.”

“That’s okay, sir,” you assure him, “would you like to try the new scent?”

You hold up the onyx bottle but don’t spray him. You don’t need another dousing. He looks at the silver letters on the side then at you. The furrow in his brow lightens as his blue eyes swim.

“No thanks, but er, you think you could help me find something?”

“Of course,” you chime and lower the bottle, “are you looking for a gift for someone special?”

He nods, “my mother-in-law is on her way into town, I need a present. Maybe perfume?”

His tone is tinted with frustration as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck. He lets out a long sigh. He’s one of those shoppers; the last minute scrambler. You grasp the vial in one hand and tug at the front of your thick red sweater, you’re starting to get a bit toasty in the crowded store.

“How old is she?” You ask.

“Um,” he clamps his lips together and thinks, “hmmm, probably seventy-something? I’m sorry, I guess I should know that.”

“That’s okay, I… I would suggest some Liz Taylor,” you turn on your heel and wave him after you as you head off, “it’s a classic. Not so much a me scent but the older crowd likes it. Oh, and it’s on special so your wallet won’t hate it, either.”

You stop by the Diamonds display as you face him again. He follows at a pace and stops before the shelf, perusing the gold caps and crystal caps. He considers the rack in deep thought.

“Here,” you set down your bottle on a nearby table of seasonal decorations and take one from the display. You slip out a strip of cardstock and spray it with the sampler, “this one is gardenia. That was her favourite scent. It’s probably the least pungent.”

You offer him the sample and he eyes it. He slowly bends and sniffs the end of the paper. He wiggles his nose. It makes you sneeze too. As much as you’re a fan of the classic actress, her scents are dated.

“Smells like her,” he grumbles under his breath, “sure, I’ll take that.”

“Great,” you declare and trade the sampler for a boxed bottle, then retrieve your disposed Gucci vial, “would you like me to check you out, sir?”

“Is it faster?” 

“I can be fast,” you promise him, “this way.”

You go around the sparkling counters and he meets you across the till. You type in your log in, taking several tries to get your passcode right. The man places his briefcase on the counter,a hand resting on the edge.

“You know a lot about this stuff?” He prompts.

“Yeah, I guess,” you smile as you scan the perfume and tap the special offer on the screen, “kinda part of the job.”

“Hmm” he hums again, in that thoughtful manner. You look at him but he’s not looking at your face, “that’s a nice sweater.”

You look down at the red wool speckled with pearls. It’s new and one of your favourites already. You can’t help a little wiggle of your shoulders, “thanks!”

“Very… cheerful,” he muses as he takes out his wallet, “wish I could say the same of what awaits me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir, it’s that time of year, I guess,” you push the debit machine towards him and he taps his credit card, “I’m sure your mother-in-law will love the perfume.” The transaction approves and the receipt prompts, “would you like an email?”

“Nah, that’s fine,” he tucks his credit card away.

“Would you like it gift-wrapped?” You offer, “it’s free?”

He hovers his hand over his briefcase as he considers it. His eyes meet yours and his cheek dimples, “alright, yeah, that’s… that’s perfect. Thank you.”

“No problem,” you beam back at him, “let me just get some tissue paper…”

You murmur to yourself as you grab some gold tissue paper and a white gift bag with a Christmas tree embossed into the side. You carefully line up the small box on the paper and begin your intensive work. You're a master wrapper, you used to work at the wrapping station in the mall.

“What about you?” He asks before the silence can stretch too far, “you seeing family for the holidays? When you’re not working?”

“Um,” you smile as you look up, “I’m just hanging out with my dog. I bought him a bone.”

“A dog,” he nods, “your family live out of town?”

Usually, you ask the questions. It’s easier that way. It deflects the attention from you. It’s why you like the job; you can hear all about others and not have to think about yourself.

“Yeah, something like that,” you slip the wrapped box into the bag and fluff the tissue paper.

“Eh!” The loud exclamation makes you jump as the man merely turns his head, a tic in his jaw. His eyes narrow as another customer approaches, strutting with hands in his jacket pocket as he calls out, “Barber, what the hell?”

Your customer shifts towards the man, heels squeaking on the floor, “Hugh.”

“Don’t Hugh me, asshole,” the other man retorts, “you said you were busy? What’s the matter, you lose too much money last time?”

“Suzette is in town. Family dinner,” the man, Barber, drones dully.

“Ah, ditched for the old crone, I get it.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, wouldn’t you know it, poker night was canceled, something about not enough seats,” the man counters sharply.

“Next week,” the first man growls.

“Hey, you,” the man in the russet coat snaps his fingers in your direction, “you got some of that Acqua di Gio. That dumb girl over there said you’re sold out.”

Your brows pop up and you swallow tightly. He’s another type. The arrogant demander. He doesn’t hear no. He’ll ask everyone the same question in hope of getting a different answer.

“We are out of stock, sir, but I could order it in for you,” you suggest.

“Order in? I can just go on Amazon, thanks for nothing,” he chops his hand at you dismissively.

“Hey,” the other man nudges his chest, “be nice. She’s working.”

“What? I’m here to spend money and they got shit all–”

“It’s December,” the other man reproaches before he turns back to you, “sorry, my friend is a jerk.” He accepts the gift bag as you hold it out, “thank you. You saved me.”

“No problem, but er, I was gonna say,” you turn to the other man, “sir, I have some samples of the Armani. I could give you those while you wait for the order.”

“Samples?” He echoes, “how many?”

“Let me have a look,” you back up and go to the drawer at the back of the checkout.

“I gotta get going, miss,” the first man waves his hand as you peek over your shoulder, “have a happy holiday.”

“You too,” you chirp back and find the last few tubes of Armani. You claim them and prance back to meet the new customer at the counter, “I have five.” You lay out your wares, “if I order in a bottle it’ll be in just before Christmas.”

“Two weeks?” He puffs.

“I’m sorry, sir, that’s the earliest I can do. It’s the last day I can guarantee delivery before Christmas.”

“Talk, talk, talk, order it,” he snaps.

“Right, let me just…” you open the shop and search up the scent. You add it to the cart and proceed. “Alright, got that, did you want it shipped for pick up here or to your address.”

“Here, they can never fucking find my house,” he sniffs.

“Great, so when it arrives, we’ll give you a call. You’ll also get an email to confirm.”

“What’s going on here?” He points at you suddenly. You look down again at your sweater but don’t see anything amiss. You flinch as he reaches to pinch one of the pearls, “what is this?”

“Oh, I… my sweater,” you raise your head, swallowing down the insult. It’s cute!

“Huh, Walmart clearance, huh,” he scoffs, “alright, how much are you robbing me for?”

He reaches into his coat as you hit total. You read out the final amount but he doesn’t pull out a card; he hands you cash. You count the bills, twice over, then give him his change. He looms with impatient huffs.

“Here’s your receipt,” you hand him the strip of paper. “Have a good day, sir.”

“Mmm,” he pokes his tongue into his cheek as he shoves the receipt into his pocket, “actually, while I’m here, I’d like a new sweater. You can help me and I’ll show you what real quality is.”

You almost laugh. Not spitefully, it’s just a bit silly. He’s competing with you, a perfume pusher.

“Well, sir, I can point you towards men’s fashion but I’m not able to leave this department, I’m sorry,” you give a sheepish smile.

“Oh no, good girl wouldn’t want to break the rules,” he rolls his eyes, “goody goody and her precious little smile.” He hooks his thumbs in his pockets, “my shit better be in by Christmas.”

He twists and strides away. You watch him go but not for long as you’re quickly distracted by a customer looking at the Britney Spears collection. Those are easy sellers.

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

Hello,how are you? I hope you are doing good.I was hoping if you could write soft sex with Angel Dust? Like he is back from work and he is tired so we just take care of him,treating him so nicely like no one has ever done before <3 thank you ;3

His safe place - Angel Dust x fem!reader

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! MINORS DNI!

Hello! I'm good, thank you! I hope you're well too! Thank you for this sweet request 💖💖 I really hope you like it! 💖 Words: ~3200 TW: vaginal sex, fingering, soft sex, riding

It had been another horrible night for Angel Dust. Valentino's temper had been on edge all week, making the past few days feel like an endless stretch of demands and harsh words. Each night seemed to blur into the next, with Angel bearing the brunt of Valentino's foul mood, pushing himself far beyond his limits just to keep up.

The drive back to the hotel felt like it was dragging on forever. The city's lights seemed to blur together as Angel struggled to keep his eyes open. His body ached with exhaustion, and the gentle hum of the car only made it harder to stay awake. Every minute felt like an hour as he fought against the overwhelming urge to close his eyes and let sleep take over.

When he finally arrived at the hotel, the familiar sight of the building brought a small sense of relief. He forced a tired smile as he greeted the others, his voice soft and worn out. Without lingering, he excused himself, craving the quiet and comfort of the room you both shared.

Opening the door to the room, Angel was greeted by a scene that made his heart soften. There you were, nestled peacefully in bed, wrapped in a cocoon of warm blankets. The soft rise and fall of your chest as you slept was a comforting sight, and your phone lay forgotten beside you. The room was quiet, the only sound being your gentle breathing, and for the first time that night, Angel felt a sense of peace. A tender smile spread across his face as he closed the door behind him, grateful to be home.

He carefully walked around the room, getting undressed, trying not to wake you up.

"Angie?" your soft voice echoed in the room, making him jump slightly.

"Oh, hey babe, didn't mean to wake ya, hun..." he squints his eyes when you turn on the lamp on your bedside, slowly getting up. With slow steps, you made your way to him, nuzzling into his soft chest as his arms wrapped around you.

He holds you close against him, burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply. He feels the weight of the world slipping from his shoulders as your soft body moulds against his. It's like a drug, the way your presence makes everything feel a little bit more bearable.

"You stayed late to wait for me, babe?"

"I tried..." you said looking up at him.

He chuckled softly, his eyes filled with affection as they met yours. "Yeah, I can see that." He takes in the sight of your adorable dishevelled appearance. Your hair is tousled, your eyes heavy with sleep. The sight makes his heart feel warmer than it has in days.

"Rough night?" you asked, as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

He sighed, his lips lingering against yours for a moment before he responded. "You've no idea, babe..." He pulled you closer, his arms encircling your waist, pulling your body flush against his. "Valentino's been on my ass all week... It's been one long, shitty night after another."

You sighed. You hated Valentino, but there was nothing you could do about it, especially because Angel insisted on keeping your relationship a secret outside of the hotel. He knew how cruel Valentino was and the last thing he wanted was something happening to you.

"I fucking hate him... I'd give Alastor my soul in exchange for killing him..." you mumbled.

Angel chuckled at your words. "You're feisty when you're sleepy, ya know that?" He leaned back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mischievous sparkle. "As much as I'd love to see that fat bastard bite the dust, I don't think giving away your soul is the best idea, babe."

You smiled back, knowing he was right. "Wanna take a shower?"

Angel shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. "Nah, I already took one at the studio. I just want to collapse on the bed and have you all to myself, babe. You know I live for your cuddles."

You took him by the hand, making your way to the bed. Once you reach the edge of the bed, he tumbles down onto it, pulling you down with him. He lets out a content sigh as he lands on his back, his arms wrapping around you as he tugs you on top of him. His arms ran up and down your sides, as you rested your forehead on his.

He closed his eyes, savouring the sensation of your skin under his touch. His fingers traced lazy circles along your back, savouring the weight of your body on top of his. His other hand found its way to your hair, gently threading his fingers through the strands. He smiled at the familiar, comforting feeling of you being close to him.

"I missed this," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and exhaustion.

"We've been like this last night, too." you chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But seriously, can you blame me? You're the most perfect stress relief a fella could ask for, babe." He pulled you a bit closer, burying his face in your hair once more. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent that was distinctly yours.

For the first time in days, his heart felt lighter. The weight of Valentino's demands still clung to him, but now, wrapped in your arms, it was fading—bit by bit. You had that effect on him. No matter how shattered his spirit was, you turned his chaos into calm.

Angel’s smile was softer now, the exhaustion in his body dissipating, replaced by the gentle warmth of being near you.

“Talking about stress relief…” you murmured, a playful smirk pulling at your lips.

Angel's eyebrow raised slightly, a curious smile playing on his lips. He felt a twinge of excitement at the hint of suggestion in your tone. "And what exactly are you implying there, babe?" He ran his fingers along your spine, tracing a path from your shoulders to the small of your back. His eyes bore into yours, a hint of mischief in them.

"Can I ride you before bed?"

Caught off guard by your blunt question, Angel's eyes widened slightly. A mix of surprise and eagerness flashed across his features. He let out a low, appreciative whistle. "Damn, babe, you sure don't hold back, do ya?" His hands settled on your hips, his grip firm yet tender. He took in the sight of you, straddling him on the bed. The thought of you riding him sent a jolt of excitement through his body. "With an offer like that, how could I say no?"

Angel's eyes fluttered shut as your lips met his in a passionate kiss. He let out a soft gasp at the sudden intensity but quickly melted into the kiss. His hands roamed up your body, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer.

His tongue slid into your mouth, seeking yours hungrily. He shifted his hips beneath you, clearly eager to feel more of you pressed against him.

You could already feel his hard cock poking you and you immediately started grinding on it. "My poor baby... Is anyone touching you gently at work...?" you asked in between kisses. "Or are they all brutes?"

Angel's breathing hitched as you gently teased him, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your touch. He bit back a moan, his eyes darkening with both longing and frustration. His voice trembled slightly, the usual bravado slipping away. “Most of them are too rough... It’s all about making a quick buck down there... but it’s... it’s never gentle... the way I like it…”

His breath hitched as your fingers traced over his skin, and you could feel the tension rolling off his body.

Your heart broke a little each time he admitted this part of his life, the part no one else saw. “Angel…” you whispered, moving your hands to cup his face, forcing him to look at you. “You deserve more. You deserve better. If I could, I’d take you away from all of it... They don’t know you. Not like I do.”

His eyes softened at your words, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, though the pain still lingered. “I know, babe… But having you with me, that’s all I need.”

You hated seeing him like this, knowing the toll his work took on him—on his mind, his body, his heart. You remembered the first time you saw him behind Valentino’s fake glamour, his smile masking the pain that only you seemed to notice. From that moment, you swore to yourself you’d do whatever it took to be the one to bring him comfort, to protect him from a world that didn’t care.

“I’d take you away from them... Far, far away, my love,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "You don’t deserve this. I wish I could shield you from all of it."

A soft, hopeful smile tugged at the corner of Angel's lips at your words. The earnestness in your voice and the tender caress of your hand sent a shiver down his spine.

“Where would we go, babe?” Angel whispered, his voice low, tinged with a kind of hope that he didn’t allow himself to feel often.

He gently nipped at your earlobe, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. One of his hands found its way to your boob, gently playing with it, as another one found its way underneath your panties, rubbing your core, a moan slipping past your lips.

You smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair as you thought. “Somewhere far from here. Somewhere quiet. Maybe a little house by the ocean where we can hear the waves every morning. No one to bother us… just you and me.” You paused, imagining the peace that would bring, then added, “We’d spend our days in the sun, laughing, forgetting this place ever existed. You’d never have to look over your shoulder again.”

Angel’s eyes glistened for a moment, a real, vulnerable smile crossing his lips. “I’d like that, babe. Just the two of us... away from it all."

His fingers drenched themselves in your juices, earning soft moans from you with every movement. "Angel..." you whispered, as your walls clenched desperately around nothing.

Angel was drunk on the sound of your moans, his mind filled with a primal desire as one of his fingers entered you entirely, the feeling sending a powerful wave of pleasure over your body. His voice was low and gravelly, filled with a mix of need and tenderness. "That's it, babe... say my name just like that... let me hear you..." he whispered as he pumped in and out of you, your body trembling at his words.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered his name, your voice low and seductive. "Angie... please..." The sound of his nickname falling from your lips, and the way you pleaded for him, sent a shiver of anticipation racing down his spine. He let out a low growl, his own body responding to your words.

He withdrew his finger from you, instead gripping your hips, pulling your body against his. He could feel the heat and desire radiating off of you, and it only served to make his own need grow stronger.

Desperately, you pushed your panties aside and aligned yourself with his tip. You both moaned in unison as you slowly sunk down on his cock, spreading your walls so perfectly.

His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a guttural moan of pleasure. The sensation of your heat surrounding him was like nothing else he'd ever experienced. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he fought to keep himself in control. He wanted to lose himself in the pleasure, but he also wanted to relish the moment, to savour this experience with you. He let his head fall back against the pillow, his gaze roaming over your body on top of him, taking in the sight of you.

You slowly started moving up and down his cock, savouring every inch that dragged across your velvet walls. With each slow, deliberate movement, Angel felt himself losing a bit more of his composure.

He watched you move on top of him with wide, hungry eyes, the sight sending waves of ecstasy through his body. His fingers tightened their grip on your hips, encouraging you to go a little faster, a little harder, yearning for more.

Angel couldn't resist anymore. With a quick, unexpected motion, he flipped you onto your back, switching positions to where he was on top of you. He loomed over you, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "Sorry, babe," he murmured, a sly smile playing on his lips. "But I need to feel all of you."

His hands roamed over your body, tracing a path along your curves as he settled between your legs. He pushed your legs further apart, positioning himself at your entrance again.

"I need to be closer... I need to feel you all around me, babe," he breathed, his voice low and needy. You whimpered in pleasure as you felt him roughly enter you again. He slammed his hips into yours, a loud moan filling the room as you took all of him.

"Fuck~ Angel!"

The sound of you moaning his name made Angel's entire body shudder with pleasure. He leaned closer to you, his breathing becoming even more erratic, his eyes darkened with a mixture of need and desire.

"Say it again," he whispered, his voice deep and rough. "Say my name, babe."

"Ah, shit! Angel!" you moaned with another harsh thrust and you cupped his face, making him slow down a bit. "Baby... baby, slow, please..." you said, your breath ragged. He looked down at you with a mixture of desire and tenderness, his eyes searching your face.

"Are you alright, babe?" he asked, "Am I... being too rough?"

You smiled, caressing his cheek. "No, baby... Just... slow down a bit." He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, his movements slow but deep.

"Is this better, babe?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. You hummed back, wrapping your legs and arms around his body, taking in as much as you could.

You wished this moment never ended because you knew he'd have to return to that place... He'd have to endure the same shit over and over again.

His lips crashed into yours, the room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, occasional soft moans echoing around. He was drowning in you, desperately trying to commit every moment, every sensation, every sound to memory, his lips never leaving yours for more than a few seconds.

His hands roamed every inch of your body he could reach, the need for more of you consuming him, a silent plea for this moment to last forever.

You reached in between, rubbing your clit, the pleasure electrifying through you. Your mind went numb at the feeling of his cock, so deep inside of you, his arms touching every and caressing every portion of you.

Every time he thought he could get used to the feeling of you, the pleasure overwhelmed him once again, making his arms tremble as he tried to keep himself upright. Your walls clenched around him as you got on the edge of orgasm, a low moan echoing in your ear. He broke the kiss, his breaths laboured and ragged, his eyes closed as he tried to regain some semblance of control.

"Babe..." he gasped out, his voice hoarse and strained. "Don't... don't do that... I can't hold back... if you keep doing that..."

You rubbed yourself faster, drawing yourself closer to your finish, his thrusts becoming more powerful. "Let go, baby." you encouraged him in between moans. He got up, his hands tightly gripping you as he slammed his hips against yours, making you scream as your body let go. His cock roughly brushed through your tight walls, as your body trembled in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as your mind went numb.

He could hardly take it anymore. Your words, your sounds of pleasure, they were driving him to the edge, his body trembling with desire. His mind was blank, focused only on you and the pleasure you were giving each other. Your cries of ecstasy, the way your body trembled beneath him, it was too much to bear.

"Babe... I can't... I-" He slammed into you again, harder, faster, desperate for release. His fingers dug into your hips as his cum filled you up, his body tensed up, a hoarse moan escaping his lips. His entire body trembled with pleasure, his arms holding you close to him as he rode out his release. His face was flushed, his breaths coming out in short gasps, but a satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Babe... that was... incredible..." he breathed out.

You both chuckled as he leaned down again, embracing your body with his arms. "It was indeed..." you said, running your hands across his back.

He snuggled closer to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his body relaxing against yours.

"I wish I could just stay like this forever," he murmured, his voice slightly muffled. "Just the two of us... nowhere to be, no one to bother us."

You sighed, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "Our time will come, love..."

He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of your touch, your kiss. He knew you were right, that eventually, things would change, but for now, he wanted to soak up as much of this moment as possible.

"I hope so, babe," he whispered back. "I hope so."

You looked away nervously as Alastor extended his hand, green flames engulfing it. Alastor smiles, noticing the scared look on your face

"My, my...are you nervous, my dear?"

"You promise it will only be one favour in return?" you asked hesitantly, making sure you heard the conditions of the deal clearly.

Alastor chuckled at your question, the flames on his hand glowing a brighter green as he thought about his words. "Yes, yes. Only one favour in return, my dear. You have my word."

"I want Valentino dead in one week... tops."

"Of course, my dear! It would absolutely be my pleasure."

"But... What would happen to Angel's soul?" you asked.

"Well, my dear... Normally, it would be mine for eternity... But I guess I can give it to you to do as you please... free him, keep him, your choice." he said and his face darkened. "But giving it to you would also cost, darling."

You took a step back, intimidated by the shift in his tone.

"Is something the matter...my dear? Ah, don't worry... It would be just another tiny favour I might ask from you in the future..." He said and took a step forward to you once again. "So... two little favours in exchange for Valentino's death and Angel's soul. How does that sound?"

You thought for a moment, knowing how dangerous Alastor's "favours" could be. But you had no choice if you wanted to free Angel. You looked up at him. "You'll keep Angel out of your business, understood?"

"Of course, my dear," he said and held out his right hand for you to shake on the deal. "Do we have a deal?"

"Deal."

Tags: @ratsematary @littlebluefishtail

[sulumuns-dootah]

Hello there! I’m new to your blog and am not sure if your requests are open, but if they are, could you please write the WHB Kings finding MC singing some goofy song they made, sort of in the realm of an inappropriate Al Yankovic one? I have been doing this in Tomodachi Life and have become obsessed 😭😭 TYSM!!! 💖💖

A/N: Hi! Hope you're enjoying my stuff as well as this one. My requests are open all the time ^^

WHB kings overhearing you sing an inappropriate goofy song

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

Characters: Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Lucifer, Asmodeus (for added ✨pizzazz✨)

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Has to do a double take

He's always thought that you're much more innocent, but the moment something inappropriate leaves your mouth, he's bursting out laughing

You better write those lyrics down if you haven't yet

I would be carefull though, if he overhears anything eluding to having some spicy time, he's immediatelly by your side and taking you up on that non-existing offer

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For some reason gets flustered?

On one hand it could be that he simply may have intruded on your privacy by catching you singing in private

On the other, it might be because of the song you're singing

If you notice him, he'll probabbly start grinning

There's still some child inside him that makes him chuckle when someone uses inappropriate words

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He's disappointed

You couldn't sink lower in his eyes

Levi gets apalled, that you'd be so immature to amuse yourself with some improper lyrics

He really thought you're better than that

When you notice him standing behind you, he's just there, with his arms crossed and shaking his head

You don't even get hanged

That's how much he's done with you in the moment

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Looks like you've gotten yourself a fan!

Beel loves anything inappropriate

Dirty covers of some songs? He'll make it a contest as to who can make the more dirty one

Your singing will also make him stick around a lot more

Even to the point, where Bael has a surveillance on you all the time to see if the king is with you instead of doing his duties

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Kinda mad at first, because you woke him up

But after listening for a bit, he'll just roll over and smirk

Maybe once he's more rested, you could sing for him

When he can't fall back asleep, you'll turn around to see him groggily leaning against the doorframe and clutching his blanket

"Well go on... Or did cat get your tongue?"

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First and foremost really enjoys your voice

When he finally realises what you're singing, he finds it amusing how you're not ashamed to say certain things

Part of him wants to give you the disappointed parent treatment like Levi

But then again, there are way worse things you could be doing and hey, if it makes you happy, then why not

As long as Gamigin doesn't pick up this habit too, he's okay with it

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Asmodeus

Anything remotely dirty perks up his ears

"Huhu? What a dirty human I have here"

Yeah, same with Satan - if you sing about sex, it means to him you want it, sorry, I don't make the rules

Asmo loves finding out new things about humans though

Do you have any other fun secrets you could share?

[kokoroisbleeding]

plsplspls i love your art SO MUCH AAAAA /vpos

does your oc/sona have an official ref? i really wanna draw em because i like their design and they just seem like such a silly critter and i wanna pat em on the head shdbhs :]

also obligatory hello and hope you've been doing well! i love seeing your art in my timeline,,, :3

it's so gorgeous 😭😭

Yes they have! Also, thank you!! I apologize for being inactive (again), I got into an accident that involved my hand. Thank God it's not my right arm BUT FEAR NOT, I AM RECOVERING WELL <(U√U)>

I've been doing well these days, I hope you are too!! 💖💖

Lemme link my OC refs here: 1, 2, 3

Again, sorry for being inactive AAAAA😭 It makes me feel really guilty for not posting for a long time

[byslantedlight]

Hello OFMD Tumblr thingie, and all the amazing people who are out there, and especially the ones who've been making all the posts that have made me so happy over the last few months. 💖💖💖 First and most importantly, thank you, thank you, thank you, to anyone who sees this!

This is my first post to Tumblr (probably pretty obvious from my huge lack of Tumblr sophistication! And the length of this post...) If you don't count reblogging things that I wanted to be able to find again. I've braved up to comment thank you to people a couple of times, but that's been it so far. I must admit it all looks a bit scary from this side of the glass, even though I can also see how friendly people mostly are.

But OFMD fandom is big! And you've been here a long time! I loved Series 1 when I watched it, and knew I wanted to watch out for Series 2, but it wasn't until I re-watched it when the Series 2 trailer came out on BBC iPlayer that I fell veeeery in love with it! And by then you were already here, and there was a language and debates about things I'd barely even noticed, and it's mostly me staring with big eyes thinking wow, and sometimes huh? and... well, you know. Plus there's trying to work out Tumblr, which I definitely haven't actually managed to do yet, and possibly never will, so... I decided to just jump in and post summat. Even just rambling, which is a bit of a specialty of mine... I mean - what's the worst that can happen, right? 😬

So... how come now? Well, I can't make art or gorgeous screenshots or gifs. I do write, but I'm still hanging out to get the right voices in my keyboard... I know them when I hear them, but you've gotta get the right rhythm going, and I'm not quite there yet, I don't think. Although really, I should probably just sit down and try (and stop waiting for work to shut up and give me time - I should be a pirate and take it!)

Anyway (told you about the rambling...) what I'm mostly doing apart from rewatching the eps on a constant loop is reading the fic. I'm picking it according to kudos on AO3, and according to recs that I see on Tumblr, and it's occured to me that alot of the stories I'm loving must have been recced looong ago, and that newbies like me totally missed them, and so maybe I could do my own recs, even if they are of older stories, and someone might find them useful. You know, if I work out how anyone else might ever see my posts. 😁 And if people aren't put off by my probably age-revealing use of emojis. (But I am entirely age-appropriate for Ed and Stede, and if I had to look up what zaddy meant too, well, that just means I matched Rhys Darby's expression in the bts, right? 🤨)

So it's not much, but I'd like to contribute even just a tiny bit to OFMD fandom in return for everything it gives me, so... yeah. That's my plan. I'll start in a bit, but this post is probably already too long since it's just rambling. And kind of dull. I should probably have said tl:dr at the top, shouldn't I, but then maybe anyone who actually saw this wouldn't, so... See, I kind of live in hope. 😊

Okay. Tags next, right? ... ack ... why won't it let me create new tags instead of just using ones from the drop down...? Well, those will have to do for now... maybe someone who sees this will have mercy and tell me how? I'll just be over here being a slight failure at Tumblr... And if you've made it this far (how long is an acceptable post over here?! Not this long, I don't think...) - thank you hugely for just that, and may your dreams be OFMD and joyous!

[starleska]

Can we get a Wally Darling x Reader with scars, not like self-harm scars but scars from an accident or being attacked before. It's something I'm very self conscious about so I'd love to see some fluff with Wally would be nice.

oh what a lovely ask!!! of course anon, i'd be happy to oblige 🥰💖 as always with asks like this there's only so much detail i can glean, so i hope you don't mind my taking liberties with your request! content warnings for: references to implied past violence, mental health difficulties, and invasive behaviour. don't worry though, i promise this is sweet and fluffy :3c

Wally Darling x Reader with Scars headcanons

💖 unlike with most people, you never needed to tell Wally why you have scars: he never asked. for as long as you've had your scars you've been fielding off countless questions, both well-meaning and invasive - so when you move to the Neighbourhood, you're prepared for the temporary deluge of questions from your new neighbours. but Wally doesn't even do a double-take. he greets you with the same placid warmth he does everyone, but with a familiarity that makes you feel like you're old friends. it's been so long that you've encountered someone who doesn't make your scars the focal point of your first meeting, and you wonder if he's pranking you. but when you finally work up the courage to ask Wally why he hasn't asked about your scars, he looks baffled. "Oh? But it's your face," says Wally, his eyes crinkling in confusion. "I know what your face is. Why would I need to ask about it?" 💖 despite his incuriosity regarding your scars, Wally is highly sensitive to your insecurities. some days are harder for you than others; no matter how honest the reassurances of your new friends are, you spend some days locked inside your house, avoiding mirrors and reflective surfaces. the first couple of times Wally came looking for you, but you just didn't answer the door, hoping he'd go away. the third time, you mustered up the courage to peek through the peephole...but found no one there. however, when you turned around - there stood Wally, with an angry-eyebrowed sleeping-eye mask covering the upper half of his face. "Hello, neighbour!" says Wally brightly. "I thought you might like some company, so I borrowed this from Frank." The sight of Wally in a sleeping mask in the middle of the day is so absurd, the dark cloud hanging over your brain dissipates, and you burst into giggles. grateful, you guide Wally over to your sofa, where the two of you chat cheerily well into the afternoon - with Wally never removing the mask, of course. you have such a good time, you completely forget to ask how he got into your house without a key. 💖 Wally enjoys the tactile presence of your scars. you've been unfortunate enough to encounter individuals who've wanted to be intimate with you because of your scars - something which makes you terribly uncomfortable, given the circumstances in which you received them. but the first time Wally touches you, he reaches for your cheek and cups it softly, as if holding something impossibly delicate. with his other hand, he gently traces the outline of your scars, his short tongue sticking a little out of his mouth in concentration. "Textured," says Wally. "Like Impasto. You know - you paint real thick, and it makes the painting stand out?" He smiles at you. "You're like a painting!" i hope you liked this one anon :3c

[shytastemakerthing]

I hope I’m submitting a request right😭 But I was wondering if you’d do Twisted Wonderland, any NRC students don’t really have a preference, but with a reader with POTS and Ehlers Danlos Syndrome? It’s hard to find representation and I love the way you wrote your latest work💖

Hello and thank you for this request! I thought about who to choose for this and landed on our lovely octo-boy, Azul (the fixation on him is strong right now XD! After all, hearing and seeing such conditions was hardly common at all in the sea, if there were any at all, I wanna see him take care of us! I hope that you enjoy!

A/N: Written by someone who does not have POTS or Ehlers Danlos Syndrome! I conducted research as to bet represent these conditions in the one shot, but there still may be inaccurate info, apologies in advance-

Prompt: Reader with POTS & Ehlers Danlos Syndrome

Everything about you was a mystery to this octopus in the beginning, but what drew him in, mostly pure curiosity, was the compression stockings sh would see you *always* wear, not to mention the amount of salt you put on your food

Now, he knows that there are some who prefer some extra salt, but the amount he saw you putting on? Also, all the fluids that you would take in, not that he was complaining, business is business.

But after getting to know you, and eventually getting into a relationship with you (something he honestly never saw happening), it was the first time he had actually heard of POTS.

It was safe to say the amount of research he carried out was rather extensive, but in his defense, he really wanted to be able to take care of you

Especially after the first time he had seen you faint from the rush of blood flow after merely standing up a little too quickly. Azul was just glad he was quick to catch you before your head slammed into the table

Will absolutely get you anything you need. He is a business man, he has connections, what you need, he will get

Which is also how you wind up with a basket of goodies just for you. More pairs of compression stockings (because he knows darn well they are near impossible to afford with the budget Crowley gives you), various drinks as well as drink flavorings, foods higher in sodium, medicine to help with nausea, this man even pulled strings to get your room upgraded, especially a much better bed, slightly elevated around the head (you've never slept so wonderful before)

Was it a little overkill? Maybe, but there was no way he was going to risk you not having what you needed. Things are hard enough as it is, he wants to be able to take care of you

If you begin to feel any symptoms come along, do not hesitate to let him know, he will quite literally drop everything to be by your side (man is down baaaad)

It wasn't too long after this that he also discovered Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, another condition that you have along with POTS

Cue more extensive research, also was not a fan that there was no known cure. That just means he will be taking extra care of you, not like he hasn't been doing that already (man is a changed octopus after his OB fr)

Do Jade and Floyd get on him about this? Oh, absolutely, but the moment that they walk into his office to see him treating a series of bruises that you had gained from something so simple as bumping into the table, yeah, with their own looking into (something a little more surprising for Floyd but you two are like besties so it's worth it), it is safe to assume that the Tweels know just how serious both of these conditions can be separately, but you have both of them together

Congrats, if you can't have Azul with you for any reason, one of the Tweels certainly are

The moment that any three sense the intense fatigue crashing into your system, you were quickly (and carefully) picked up and carried back to Ramshackle and into bed

Jade is already preparing a wonderful tea, Floyd is actually cooking you a meal, while Azul is tucking you into bed and ensuring your comfort

What really gets at Azul, is the clicking that happens in your joints that he can hear when you move, it certainly took some getting used too, there were a lot of noises that he didn't know that the human body could make, but he is learning it all with you

While not the biggest fan of exercise, he is willing to help you through various ones that he had learned can help with both your POTS and Ehlers Danlos Syndrome

In the end, Azul loves you no matter the conditions you have. This is a for better or for worse situation for him, he is in this until the very end. Never be afraid to come to him should anything happen, because he would sooner destroy his contracts (this time willingly and on his own accord) than to not be at your side through all of this

Have a wonderful day/night!!

[genshinchubbs]

I absolutely LOVED your piece of work about kaeya and chubby reader. Do you have any thoughts about Scara or Alhaitham with chubby reader that gained a lot of weight since they got in a relationship? 🫶🫶🫶

Hello sweetie, thank you so much for your support. I tried to do something with both of them. It's short, but I hope you like it. It's been a long time since I wrote something, so I hope I won't ruin it. 💖

Alhaitham:

Alhaitham acted like he hadn't noticed anything, but he had a small smirk on his lips as he admired your chubbier frame as you tried to get in your now too small clothes. Since you two have been together, you slowly started to gain weight, at first it was just a small amount, but after a year you looked definitely bigger. He slowly walked to you and put his hands on you sides, squeezing the plump flesh.

"Oh? Oh my. My, my. So, you've grown a little chubbier. Well, it suits you. You've gotten softer, and more comfortable, like a stuffed pillow. "

He commented letting his hand slip under your belly, weighing it carefully. His expression was serious, but he sounded calm, almost pleased. He picked you up like you weighted nothing at all.

"You're getting hefty, you're lucky I'm strong enough to still pick you up."

"Is that a problem?"

You asked a little nervous, he shook his head and smirked.

"No dear, not at all"

He put you on the bed, slowly removing your way too tight clothes, one of his hand was under your neck and the other one was wandering on your body, caressing the supple skin and pinching it. Your arms were now soft, just like your chest. Your once flat abdomen was now big and round. He put one of his finger in your bellybutton measuring how deep it went inside it, he smirked noticing how big your stomach was. He then slowly went down with his hands, caressing your inner thigh.

"Your skin it's like satin. It's so soft, I love it. The sight of you fills me with joy and excitement."

A small chuckle escapes the scribe's lips as he looks down at your body. He then started to kiss your inner thigh, biting and sucking the skin a little. You moaned lightly as you felt his lips. His eyes slowly closed as he listened to your little noises.

"Oh... Mmh... My, my... Is that what I think it is? Did I make you feel good just now? Does my little one want more?"

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispers into your ear.

"I can reward you for being so good and getting so plump, little one."

Scaramouche:

His eyes travel up your body, pausing for a moment at your stomach before settling on your face. You were too busy reading a book to notice it. As you sat down you stomach spilled in your lap, covering your thick thighs.

"You've... gained some weight, haven't you?"

He said as this was the first time he looked at you in a while. But it wasn't right. He was always cuddled up against you enjoying your extra weight that made you so warm and comfortable. He got a little closer to you and with his fingers caressed your cheeks lovingly.

"It's because you've been eating too much?"

"Maybe"

You said with a smirk, you knew so well that he loved your body, especially now that it was bigger and softer. You took his hand and placed it on your midriff.

He rubbed your stomach and lets out a sigh of satisfaction.

"You've gotten a few stretch marks on your stomach... I like them. And these... on your thighs. I like them, too."

He said caressing your body, his touch was light, his hand looked so small in comparison to your supple skin.

You kisses him deeply and he got up to get closer to you. He seemed to enjoy your presence even more as he rubbed your round belly.

"All this weight looks so good on you. I wonder how good you'll look if you got... bigger..."

"Do you want to see me bigger?"

"I do, I bet you'll look even cuter if you were fatter."

"Then I'll do my best."

You said with a smirk making him blush just at the thought of seeing you even chubbier. You didn't made it on purpose a t first, but now... now that he seemed to enjoy your weight gain, why you should not gain more? You bet that he would love you even more.

[waveoftheocean]

hi there!!!! i was looking through your merch store and i saw your fate prints and i just wanted to say WOW I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU THIS ENTIRE TIME. you were at what i'm pretty sure was my first ever con and your gawain print specifically has been up on my wall for years at this point because i never thought i'd see art of him at a con, he was my first unit grailed, and i was so shocked and delighted when i saw it again just now!!! really cool to have found you again!!!! that's all i hope you're well :)

AAA HELLO FELLOW GAWAIN ENJOYER!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤝 oough i am always so very happy to meet people who appreciate him!! thank you sm for following me for all this time, i'm honored that you've had my gawain print up on your wall for so long 🥺🥺

i still love him very dearly (he wasn't my first grailed unit BC HE EVADED ME FOR SO LONG but i think he was my third?) but it's been a hot second since i drew him so thank you for the motivation!!!!! i hope you enjoy and take care 💖💖💖

[allmightskitten]

HELLO! first of all, thank you for the tag on the tag game. Second of all, I've been loving your 'Corazon's Flowershop Diary' Fic a LOT. You've a way with words and they're so fun and engaging to read. I get to feel all the tension and emotions and I often get so nervous every time I get to a rather tense scene. Love every update!!

Ok, on to the ask, I'm super excited about the Doffy/Tsuru and the two Doffy/Rosi ones!! You've got their characterisation down so so so well. I just want to say I'm super excited to see Doffy/Tsuru bc we do be needing more of that on AO3. I'm quite the sucker for zombie apocalypse AU, I've read the snippet of the Doffy/Rosi ZA.AU and I just wanna say I love how freaky Doffy is in your fics, he's so weird he makes me wanna grab him like a barbie doll and shake him around bc he's so weird and freaky!!!! If you would drop a bit of snippets or your ideas for either fics please! 🥺🙇‍♂️

Lastly, have a nice day!

WAH, hello!!! Thanks for this ask omg, this was so so sweet to hear, you made my entire day 🥹💞 I'm absolutely thrilled that you enjoy corazon's flower shop! I've had so much fun writing it that it's just the best feeling ever when someone enjoys it :') also, YES to extra Freaky doffy, he's my favourite form. Certified Freak Seven Days a Week 🙏🙏 and weird as HELL but that is our silly bird man 💖

Complete agree, doftsuru needs more works, I'm 99% sure I've read every fic under the tag because there's so few! I got an ask about the doftsuru fic so I'll be posting a snippet of that soon 👀 In the meantime, I'll respond with one of the dofcora ones; I managed to dig up this quite coherent draft of a bit from the Zombie Apocalypse AU, which I hope you'll enjoy! 🙈

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Rosinante knew that they should be using water sparingly, but he couldn't bring himself to be miserly with it when Doflamingo looked like this.

He should've gone to the damn medical ward as soon as he got back. He looked as bad as everybody else who'd returned alive, battered and bloody everywhere and barely standing upright– but instead, he'd found Rosi, as if he could somehow be of more help than actual medics, and insisted with his last left strength that they didn't need anyone else.

This was how Rosi found himself rubbing some sparse foamy soap into his brother's blonde hair, deliberately ignoring both the sizeable purple bruise decorating his back and the way the water that ran off his body flowed into the drain diluted red.

For a long time there was only the sound of running water and distant busy noises from the rest of the base outside. Doflamingo was the first to break that spell, once he didn't look like death anymore.

"We'll get a commission," was the first thing he said. "It will be worth the trouble."

Rosi's hands stilled in his hair. The water started to wash away the foam of the cheap soap.

"A commission," he muttered unhappily. "That's why you risked your life?"

Doflamingo angled his head back, looking at Rosi upside-down with a devilish smile.

"Half of the party wound up dead, Rosi. As you can see, I am perfectly fine."

Rosinante laughed shallowly. He couldn't believe him.

"There's a pretty wide range between perfectly fine and dead, Doffy. You still need to visit the medics."

Doffy rolled his eyes at him, turning his gaze back to the wall. He hunched some more in the stolen kitchen stool he was perched on, making Rosinante's job of washing his hair just a little less convenient.

He was doing a stellar job of compartmentalising, actually. His dry tone did a good job of masking the slight shaking in his voice when he told his brother off for his idiotic choices. He'd been scared.

Rosinante didn't think he'd ever felt fear so potent as when he heard about the hoarde that the scouting team had encountered. It was a massacre, they'd said. More than half the men were dead or infected, and the rest had barely escaped with their lives. They didn't know who was still among the living at the time it was communicated.

He was fortunate; he couldn't even compare his situation to that of the loved ones of the dead scouts. But past the immediate relief of spotting Doflamingo in the returning team, he'd felt that insidious fear again. The red blood and ripped clothing on him made Rosinante fear the worst: that he'd been infected, and it just hadn't kicked in yet.

But he was apparently fine. Just fine.

Rosi wanted to scream at him and make him swear on their mother's soul that he would never go on a scouting mission again. He wanted to get on the other side of the shower spray and fall to his knees and kiss him. He wanted so many other things that were irrational and impulsive that he wouldn't normally think of, because he'd never felt fear or relief this strongly before.

"I don't know what you mean by a commission," he said instead, swallowing his grief and rage. "Money?"

Doffy shook his head.

"More important. Privileges on base."

Rosinante frowned. The soap was completely washed away now. Aside from the bruising he looked almost normal again. He turned off the faucet, leaving the communal shower area silent except for the sound of their breathing.

"What kind privileges?"

In a display of way more strength than he should still have, or maybe he was just pushing himself, Doflamingo turned around rapidly in his seat and stood, grabbing the hands that had just been in his hair. He grinned like he was awfully proud of himself.

"First pick of your turn on the patrol or nightwatch. First access to the meat at meals." Doffy massaged his thumbs in slow circles over the back of his hands as his gaze turned sly. "A private room to call our own."

Rosinante stared at him like he was an idiot.

No, fuck that, he was.

"You signed up for the fucking scouting missions because you want a room?"

"Privacy," Doflamingo corrected. "I want privacy. I thought we both did." He raised a meaningful eyebrow at him.

Rosinante's face felt hot. He shrugged his hands off immediately.

"That's ridiculous."

Doffy laughed.

"We used to have our own place, Rosi. Tell me you don't miss the peace and quiet of just being by ourselves."

Rosinante glowered at him, but couldn't really find the words to object to that point. Truthfully, he did miss it, but Doflamingo couldn't possibly be stupid enough to trade it off for his life.

On second thought– he absolutely could, but it wasn't a matter of stupidity or skewered priorities. Rosinante fell silent when he remembered that Doffy hadn't wanted to come here.

He was so intent on making it on their own. He'd fought him every step of the way, arguing that they didn't need anyone else, that they could do just fine without finding the survivor colony, that he was enough to protect the both of them. Only the last ditch resort to convince him had worked– when Rosinante brought up that if he fell sick, there'd be no way of handling it. Of course, Doflamingo would sooner risk tooth and nail to find Law for them than join a group of strangers where he'd need to cooperate with other people, but Rosinante had patiently explained to him that even if locating Law on the other side of the country was doable, Law was a medical student who hadn't got to finish his studies because of this outbreak.

Doffy never made it subtle that he hated this place, still. He'd taken the biggest issue of all with the communal sleeping arrangements, descending into a worse mood each day because Rosinante insisted on more decorum around strangers.

Having their own room on this base would make it easier for Doflamingo to pretend they were still surviving by themselves, but it also meant Rosinante wouldn't stop him from being too clingy at night.

Fucking stupid. Or perhaps stubborn to a fault.

"How long do you have to keep doing the missions?"

"As long as it takes us to get out of here." Doffy reached out, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "Do you need me to cut your hair again?"

Rosinante could cut his own hair. He wasn't a child.

But like a lot of highly-catered things he did, it placated his difficult, ridiculous brother, so he didn't turn it down.

"Yeah. Later."

Doffy cupped his cheek. Rosi let his eyes slip closed, savouring the feeling of closeness that he'd almost lost today.

"Every one of those fucking missions is a chance to lose your life, you know."

"Mm," Doffy hummed, not paying attention to his warning, probably deliberately. His other hand came up to mirror the first, holding Rosinante's face. "Let me cut your hair tonight."

Rosi held his breath. It was an instinctive response. He absently licked his dry lips.

Doffy had never– but he was unpredictable, and he had to be running on heightened emotions too–

He felt a kiss to the top of his head. The spell broke, and Rosinante released the breath he was holding.

"I don't like it," he continued, though there was no sternness in his breathless voice. "The scouting missions. It's a bad idea."

"We'll talk about it in bed."

In bed, huh?

If they were sharing the same bed Rosi didn't see much serious conversation happening. Doflamingo couldn't pay attention to anything else when he had him that close. Sometimes Rosi wondered what it would take for him to cross the line, but he always backed away from the thought fast because he never hated it as much as he probably should.

They would need to have this conversation some other day, then. Perhaps over a meal or the night watch. Rosinante didn't see this situation as one he would end up winning; it was starting to look like the only way he could get Doffy to stop participating in those missions was to get the hell out of here with him. Vaguely he wondered if this was some kind of manipulation; if Doffy wasn't also doing this to scare him into changing his mind about staying.

It would be nice if it could be the two of us and Law, if he's alive.

No, he had to be alive. Law was brilliant and knew how to hold his own in a fight, too. He would survive, and they'd find him, and Rosinante would force the two most important people in his life to get along with each other for his sake.

The colony was a safe place to be, but he suspected that even Doflamingo knew he would not refuse an offer to leave this place and look for Law. So long as they were adequately prepared to make that kind of journey without getting killed on the way, Rosi would choose it, and Doflamingo didn't even need to pull some underhanded manipulation tactics. It was only a matter of time.

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(A previous snippet can be found here!)

Thank you for this ask, it was really fun to do and it brightened my day :')!!

[lovehotelreservation]

Thighs of Heaven - Warm Welcome

Summary: You left without a word all those years ago, and yet here you were, hoping you would be taken back.

Needless to say, they would take you over and over.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Abbacchio/Buccellati/Giorno/F!Reader/Mista/Fugo/Narancia

Hello 🙇‍♀️

It's been a while and I hope you've been well 🫂

I took a walk down memory lane and this piece came forth as a result 🙏

Thank you so much for the love and support you've shown this collection all these years 🥹💖

As always, I hope you enjoy 🤲💞

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How long has it been since you were last in this building?

Out in the countryside not too far from Naples, there was a villa–a restored structure maintained across the decades since it was first constructed during an era long past. At first glance, there wasn’t anything that made the building too uncommon from other houses and properties within the area. Though, what did help the villa stand out was the humble field of tomatoes and grapes that was located towards the back of the house–an inheritance from the previous owner, a beloved local producer of pasta sauces and artisan wines.

There was a time when you saw this building as home, as sanctuary.

At once, you were all smiles and mirth as you stepped forward within the villa’s halls, surrounded by the six men who you swore to remain loyal to until your last breath.

Now, you were sullen and silent while you were led forward alone, save for the man who walked by your side, one arm curled behind your waist while long and calloused fingers were clasped around your wrist.

It wasn’t even a brutishly painful grip either.

If you tried with all your might, you could break away and take off running.

But you already knew you wouldn’t make it far. The moment you were escorted through the front door just a moment ago was you stepping right back into your cage. 

After all, there was simply no way that Buccellati would ever let you leave this house again.

And the same could certainly be said for the others as well.

As the two of you passed along the current chaotic mix of decor between priceless paintings that were carefully set upon the wall and holiday decorations that were most definitely strung up by clumsy and bickering hands, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you would be reuniting with your former famiglia.

By the sounds of holiday music and the familiar lively and raucous back and forths coming from the living room, you took in a deep breath as you were guided inside.

“Oi, oi where’d you disappear off to, Buccellati–?!”

As quick as his head snapped to face the living room entryway, Narancia went from grinning jovially with a mouthful of panettone to his jaw and his cake piece dropping in absolute shock.

Similarly, a glass of scotch shattered and spilled onto the marble floor below, Abbacchio just barely catching himself from allowing the rest of his bottle pouring needlessly in waste as he stared at you with widened eyes.

At a loss for words, Fugo could only stumble his way over to the speaker system to shut off Narancia’s holiday music playlist, needing and demanding immediate silence as he took in the current situation.

Once being reclined in pure and utter relaxation on a sofa chair, Mista jolted up onto his feet the moment he caught sight of your face, taking a step forward before freezing in place, unsure of how to react.

You lowered your head, casting your gaze to the floor.

With everyone dressed in their loungewear at that too, witnessing their reactions and the abrupt shift in atmosphere only deepened a sense of shame within you, a guilt for intruding a place you didn’t belong to anymore. 

All eyes were on you.

Except for the man who currently had his back towards you as he gazed out the grand arched window that looked out towards the tomato and grape fields, long and golden blonde locks tied into a loose braid, his house robe regal and rich. Just seeing his silhouette and the way he stood alone, he looked and carried himself more and more to be the Don that Passione so desperately needed.

He did not look back, even as he heard yours and Buccellati’s footsteps move closer to the center of the room.

“While you all were marveling at your presents, I found our former comrade wandering around the outskirts of the villa,” Buccellati remarked as his gaze met each of his companions, never once loosening his grip on you.

Typically, a remark like this would’ve drawn the ire of an easily stoked Narancia, but no one dared or could bring themselves to speak.

Silence hung heavily in the air, save for the crackling flames of the roaring fireplace, each second spent with nary a word from any of the men furthering the tension that was wracking through your body.

Up until one voice and one word caught hold of your attention.

“Amore.”

By instinct, you lifted your head, even as your chest tightened while your heart fluttered.

It had been years since you heard his voice call out to you with that affectionate term, but despite how conflicted and tense you felt to stand in this very room, you finally found it within yourself to speak at last.

“Yes, Giorno?”

And then, at last, the man by the window turned around to face you fully. While you were relieved to see that there was no look of anger or disgust on his features, you could not fully be at ease as he proceeded to make his way over to where you stood.

“No other gift can compare to what I–to what we see before us at this very moment,” he began, his turquoise eyes boring right into yours while he gestured towards you with his hands.

It was only when he was mere inches apart from you that Buccellati finally relinquished his hold on your waist and wrist.

You dared to not even shrink away, however. This was a test, after all–a test on your motives for daring to show your face after what happened between you and the six all those years ago.

Your physical freedom was short-lived however, as you soon found your face being cupped by Giorno’s soft warm hands. Similar to Buccellati, while he cradled you gently, he imposed an aura that you knew would be inescapable should you even think to flee.

“The day you left Passione, left us…,” he continued, the thoughtful look on his features dropping to one of morose as he dredged forth those memories. “...not even mercy from God could salve the heartbreak we all felt.”

He proceeded to look around the room, making eye contact with the others like Buccellati did as he sighed, “I don’t think any of us truly recovered from your departure.”

“Hmph even as you tried to poison us all in one go,” was Abbacchio’s grumble, his arms folded across his chest while his eyes narrowed towards your direction.

Were it not for Giorno’s hands, you would have lowered your head in shame.

With another member breaking the silence–Abbacchio at that too–Narancia felt more confident in speaking up, even as his voice shook ever so at this chance to finally speak to you directly again. “Doing that even knowing you were up against us–you must have loved your famiglia, huh?”

“A famiglia that turned its back on you and had since fought within itself until its recent collapse.”

Your hands swiftly curled into fists at Buccellati’s words, a painful storm of memories rushing through your mind, from having allies that you were willing to double-cross the country’s most feared famiglia for only to be cruelly cast aside after failing to get rid of Passione’s highest ranking members to watching your former home succumb to a fiery storm of betrayal and vengeance.

By the gasp of everyone aside from Giorno, it seemed as though only he and Buccellati were aware of this transpiring–it was always those two who had their ear to the ground on these sorts of things. 

“When I received the report, I knew it was only a matter of time until our paths crossed again, tesoro, whether we went hunting for you, or well…this,” Buccellati elaborated, his composed tone implying that perhaps him finding you was less on coincidence and more on expectation.

He knew you too well. They all did.

“And so the stray comes crawling back.” Harsh as his words may have been, the way that Abbacchio continued to look at you was stained more with heartbreak than hatred.

Mista immediately jumped in to speak. “But it’s not like we’re any angels here either, as you know damn well, right bella?” A grin formed on his lips as soon as you faced him, having longed to take in your beauty again after so long.

“It would be hypocritical for us to say otherwise.” Your heart ached hearing the quivered breath of Fugo. While you witnessed firsthand his renewed loyalty to Passione, you knew how much that his initial departure from the group was like that of a shameful scar from his perspective.

“Yeah! Yeah! Exactly! We’re not the church but we’ll forgive you over and over!” Narancia cried out, a plea for you to look at him as well. Once your eyes met his–now lining with tears–he begged, “Just don’t leave us again!!!”

It was at this very moment that you felt Giorno’s thumbs run over your cheeks in a delicate caress, prompting your attention to return towards him once again.

“Just looking at you, I know exactly why you are here, amore. Tell us, would you yourself prefer to demonstrate your renewed loyalty on your own–”

One hand relinquished its hold on your cheek to instead cup your chin, gripping it firmly as his turquoise irises–now darkened–stared right into yours. His tone low, he murmured,

“--or would you rather that we reform you as we see fit?”

You gulped, your chest tight but the pit of your belly warm. Your answer was simple but one that was difficult to voice out. However, as you found yourself once again at the center of attention and desire for these six men, you declared,

“...Both.”

The mood in the room shifted once again.

“You always were such a greedy one,” was the last chuckle that Giorno let out before he proceeded to smother his lips onto yours.

The others needed no further prompt to leap right onto you.

A tempest of lips and hands descended upon you, making quick work of your clothes and reclaiming your body for their possession by bites and nips to your skin.

Just before, you stood before them all to plead your request to be accepted by them once more. Now, you were knelt in the center of all of them in fealty, offering your apologies with parted lips and stroking fingers. No matter which hand was guiding your head or tugging at your hair, you kept your mouth open wide to gratefully take in their cocks, pre-cum being smeared against your cheeks while your palm weighed and massaged their balls.

When you first sought to complete your mission to eliminate the six as assigned to you by your previous famiglia, you prepared yourself to do whatever it took to get in their good graces, even if it meant going to bed with whoever.

But with the pleasure and the love demonstrated to you over and over across the time spent with them all, you could still feel their phantom touch throughout the years that followed after your betrayal.

Now you were grateful to be together with the six once again. With you right in the center of them all, you had finally returned to your proper place, regardless of whichever position they had you take.

“Shit, how’d you get even tighter since we last saw you, bella? Guess we’ll have to work on loosening you up more, yeah?” While Mista’s tone was light, you knew this was nothing short of a promise while he was kneeling before you, squeezing your thighs while his cock hammered into your core at a tremendous pace.

“I hope you haven’t been fucking other men while you were away! Because we’ll definitely find them and teach a lesson on respecting other people’s belongings!” Narancia huffed as he continued to straddle your chest, his hands gripping your breasts while he slid his dick right in-between them.

Having situated himself by your head, Fugo had a handful of your hair while you had a mouthful of his balls. While he eagerly looked forward to coating your face with his cum, he hissed out, “For now, you must be punished.”

Mista, Narancia, and Fugo. The three who would do whatever it took to bring a smile to your face, whether it was gifting you anything you desired or eliminating any fool who dared to look at you wrong.

By contrast, however–

“Are we too forgiving or too foolish?”

His hands cradling your hips–his grip much tighter compared to when he was escorting you inside–Buccellati posed his question out loud with an amused timber while he remained beneath your body, having you bounce up and down the long length of his cock.

“It’s both.” 

Snarling lowly, Abbacchio continued on with making a mess of your shoulder blades with messy kisses, a streak of black lipstick along your skin all while he plunged his dick deep into your ass.

“I guess it’s what happens when you’re so helplessly in love,” Buccellati chuckled while he gazed at you adoringly, his heart full from this blessed chance to see you gorgeously writhe in pleasure once again.

As you remained on your hands and knees, you kept your eyes looking up towards the looming figure who stood before you, the same one whose cock was currently stuffed right into your mouth.

Admiring the look of debauched obedience on your face in contrast to the affectionate expression on his features, Giorno stroked your hair fondly while he glided the full length of his cock in and out your mouth.

His other hand returned to your face, by which he was fond of the feeling and sight of his tip pushing against your cheek from within.

Sighing out with bliss, he mused, “We’ll take you over and over, we’ll take you back over and over.”

Marveling at your current disarray–your cheeks stained, your eyes yearning, your submissive form–he continued, “Because you could run to any place in the world but we’ll be there to bring you back to where you belong by any means necessary, amore.”

Buccellati, Abbacchio, Giorno. The three who would tear the world apart for you, whether at your wish or if doing so would bring you back.

And as all three soon released inside of you, it did not take much longer for you to be passed onto the next man. Regardless of who it was, you were happy to offer your lips for kisses, the space between your legs for nestling, and your heart for affection.

It had been far too long since you were last in this house, and all six would make sure to make up for all the time lost.

After all, they would never let you leave them ever again.

[yxngbxkkie]

second chances (h.j)

hello hello! how are you guys!? 💓 i watched a tik tok that can be seen here and i wanted to write a jisung fic on it, so here i am! 🤭 i hope you guys like it! i hope you're all doing well 💖

feedback is appreciated 🥰

You step onto the red carpet, smiling at the millions of cameras. You wave to a few of your fans that are standing behind the barricade, glad that people still listen to your music.

It's been almost a year since you've left JYP and stopped making music. Your fans were pretty upset, but most of them understood. After your break-up with your boyfriend, Han Jisung, you couldn't work in the same place anymore.

You walk up to the barricade once you're done taking photos, deciding to greet your old fans. "How is everyone?" You ask with a smile, signing the albums and photo cards that are handed out to you.

"Good, although we miss you," one girl says and you pout.

"I know, I'm sorry. I do kinda miss making music," you empathize with her. "I'm really glad you guys came out. I hope you have a good rest of your evening!"

"Have you spoken to Jisung?" Someone shouts at you, making you stop in your tracks.

Hushed whispers can be heard, hearing the one girl you spoke to scold the random person.

"We're not on speaking terms," you bluntly state before continuing into the large building.

You can feel your throat tighten up as your skin grows warm. You quickly weave through the crowd, apologizing every time you bump into someone as you make your way towards the restrooms.

Just as you're about to walk through the restroom doors, a hand grips your wrist. "Y/N?" A familiar voice calls out your name, causing you to whip your head around.

Bang Chan stands in front of you, a look of surprise on his face. "Hi, Chan," you greet him kindly, providing a small smile.

"I'm surprised to see you here. How have you been?" He asks before giving you a quick hug.

"I've been good. Just living my completely normal life," you laugh, moving the two of you out of the way. "How are you and the kids?"

Chan laughs while pulling away, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "They're good. I'm good. Ji-"

"Please don't mention him," you cut him off, feeling your heart clenching. "Sorry, I'm just not…"

He rests a hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing. "It's okay. I understand," Chan reassures you, dropping his hand to his side.

"I already had someone bring it up earlier, so I'm a little on edge. You know?" You mumble and tangle your fingers together.

Chan nods his head before bringing you back into his chest. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard," he mutters while rubbing your back. "Just know that it's not easy for him either."

"Then maybe he shouldn't have broken up with me," you selfishly comment, tears welling up in your eyes. You pull away from Chan and tilt your head up, not wanting to ruin your makeup. "I'm going to go use the restroom, then sit down. It was nice to see you, Chan."

"It was nice to see you too, Y/N. Will you cheer if we win?" He asks with a chuckle.

You laugh but nod your head in agreement. "I will see you around," you bid goodbye before walking into the women's restroom.

After using the bathroom, you make your way into the main room of the building. You glance down at your phone, reading the instructions on finding your seat. Thankfully, it doesn't take you long to find it.

You pull out your phone, letting your friend know that you've made it safely to the event. More people begin to pile in, and you check your watch. 20 minutes until the award show starts.

You place your phone back into your purse, the chatter around you becoming louder. You shake your leg, a habit you do when you're feeling anxious.

Your eyes scan through the crowd of people that are sitting on the opposite side. Your breath hitches in your throat when you meet a familiar set of brown eyes. Han Jisung.

You break the line of sight, finding yourself looking down at your lap. God, why now? Why am I even here?

The lights in the place start to dim, notifying everyone that the show will start soon. "Well, it's too late now to leave," you sigh to yourself.

-

You've done your best to avoid Jisung's gaze as you've felt his eyes on you more than once since the show started. Black Pink is currently performing on stage, hyping up everyone in the room.

The flashing lights make the room look aesthetically pleasing. You tap your heeled foot against the ground, bobbing your head at the song.

Your eyes glance around the room, finding the one man you've been trying to ignore. He looks really good. He always did. You think to yourself, clutching your purse in your hands.

You swallow the lump in your throat as you stand up from your chair, excusing yourself. You keep your head down as you quickly leave the main room. You needed some air.

Once you make it outside, you take a deep breath. You blink rapidly, trying your best to calm your heart rate. You tuck some hair behind your ears as you pace on the sidewalk.

"Y/N?" Jisung's voice calls out to you, causing you to halt your steps.

You slowly turn to face him, internally cursing yourself out at how amazing he looks. "Jisung, w-what are you doing out here?" You ask him, stuttering.

"I came to check up on you," he says like it's the most obvious answer.

"It's not your job to check up on me anymore. It hasn't been for almost a year," you huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your ex-boyfriend walks over to you before resting his hand on your forearm. You attempt to avoid his touch, not succeeding as you collide with the exterior wall of the building.

"Ji-"

"I'm sorry," he cuts you off with an apology, his fingers lacing with yours. "I'm so sorry. I thought I made the right decision, I really did."

A humorless laugh comes from you, and you shake your head. "Why? Why was breaking up with me the right decision?" You ask him, feeling your anxiety rising.

"I-I was never around. We were always busy making music and everything. I thought you deserved better than that. Better than me," he confesses to you, his gaze moving to your conjoined hands.

"I don’t want anyone but you, Jisung," you frown, watching him fiddle with your fingers.

He lifts his gaze, squeezing your hand in his. Jisung grabs your other hand as well, his thumbs stroking the back of them. "Can I make it up to you?" He asks, hope laced in his voice.

You can hear your heart pounding in your chest, wanting nothing more than to forgive him on the spot. "How?" You whisper.

"Get coffee with me. We can talk or even just sit in silence, I don't care," he offers an idea.

"Fine," you agree, hearing him sigh in relief.

He brings your hands to his face, placing multiple kisses on the back of them. "I promise you won't regret it," Jisung mumbles against your skin, missing being close with you.

You lean your head forward a bit, bringing your conjoined hands to you. Jisung's eyes watch you, his lips parted as he watches you kiss his hands. "I know," you whisper. You stroke the back of one of his hands, meeting his gaze. "Why don't you bring me home?"

"I-I can do that. Let me just text Chan hyung," he mutters while fishing his phone from his pocket, quickly texting his band member. "I won't be able to stay. I mean, you probably don't want me too anyway, I just -"

You take a step forward and capture his lips with yours. Jisung shuts up immediately and wraps his arm around your waist. You pull away before he has the chance to deepen it, a blush forming on both of your cheeks.

"If you want… you can come over after you're done here," you mention while fiddling with his fingertips.

"Yeah, okay, yeah," Jisung rambles a smidge, not being able to contain the smile on his lips.

You smile as well, noticing the admiration in his dark eyes. "Okay."

~

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8

[drbtinglecannon]

Hello, friend!!! I hope things have gotten at least a little better for you 💖

Meanwhile, for the fanfic writing asks: 1, 7, 10, 22, 29, 37, 72 (the questions are truly so good, haha, stopping now)

Thanks pal, I had a couple days off which was nice! Unfortunately I had to go to the vet again lol

(there are so many good questions haha!)

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the idea strikes?

I do both, but I will say going for it as soon as the idea strikes yields more finished projects than when I spend a lot of time daydreaming about it because sometimes it's like, so vivid I end up not writing anything because I got to "read" the fic already haha

7. Post a snippet from a wip

I gotta be honest all the wips I've been working on the last couple weeks are smut lol, but I did really enjoy this bit! (completely sfw)

The man had a pep to his step as he kicked the door shut behind them and led Genshin into the messy living space, knowingly stepping over every pile of miscellaneous items littering the floor without sparing any of them a passing glance.

Mikotoba had the patience of an angel to deal with such clutter.

“You can lay him down here," Sholmes gestured to a pink chaise lounge. It had a dark stain on one cushion and singe marks down the front legs. “Coffee, and a tiny – nay, miniscule – fire, neither a thing to worry about." Sholmes explained without prompting while gesturing with wide hand movements the entire time.

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

I typically jump around between ideas, but if I'm trying really hard to focus on something I will only work on it for as long as I can until it's finished or I get distracted

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

This one really fluctuates and is partially dependent on if I have a brand new document open or if I'm just adding onto a LONG document full of miscellaneous ideas and wips. It's so chaotic but that's usually what I do when I first get into something so I can just pump out all my thoughts as quickly as possible and focus on the ideas I really like haha. Brand new documents I need to title otherwise it annoys me to see "untitled document" in my list

Sometimes I have the title before I have anything written (and sometimes that results in the title changing), sometimes I come with it while writing and immediately title the document/section of long ass document as such, and sometimes I'm staring at the AO3 page like "oh yeah I forgot to come up with a title"

Fic titles aren't difficult for me tho, I really love coming up with them! They are usually play on words around the fic premise, or just puns or references haha, and occasionally I'll do song lyrics titles. But yeah titling fics is no problem for me, it's titling original content that I can never think of anything

29. What's something about your writing that you're proud of?

37. What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

Honestly I'm just proud of ever writing at all haha. For the most part I really enjoy rereading my own writing and it's just a nice sense of accomplishment when I finish an idea since honestly I finish like <5% of my wips. So many ideas end up just being a title/summary/a few paragraphs written down before it's unfortunately abandoned for presumably forever haha

So yeah I'm proud of ever finishing stuff

Definitely "The extension of your soul in my unworthy hands" oh man writing fight scenes is difficult lol. I was pretty proud of that fic at the time despite the difficulties writing, but I haven't reread it in a while so idk how well it held up to my standards

72. What's your favorite writing compliment you've gotten?

I have been lucky to receive a lot of beautiful and sweet comments on my writing (that I unfortunately am. So bad at responding to and I'm looking at the timestamps screaming from how long they've been....) but one that stands out was a mutual telling me that my prose is straightforward and emotional but doesn't linger for longer than usual and I about died receiving such a professional critique.

I.. want to respond to old comments so so badly but I'm afraid haha, especially since I'll have to apologize in all of them oTL