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[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

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LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 (You're here) , PART 15

In "Remedy to Cure All Ills"

Arthur pacing around in his chambers after Morgana fell sick and he encountered Edwin.

Arthur: (thinking, trying to convince himself) She's evil, she's going to become evil, it's okay if she dies. She's evil, she's going to become evil, she must die. She's evil, she's going to- (Shouts and throws a lamp againts a wall, furious with himself)¡AAARRGH!(sinks in a couch an covers his face, thinking miserably) Why can't I let her die? I watched her take her last breath before my eyes before, damn it! This shouldn't hurt this much.

Merlin: (enters) Arthur?

Arthur: (sighs and takes his hands out of his face, exhausted) Don't you know how to knock?

Merlin: (with a comforting smile) You know I never do that. (gets close and puts himself infront of Arthur, bending down to be at his height) She's going to be alright, Arthur. She's strong. You'll see.

Arthur: (smiles back, but it doesn't reach his eyes) A man came to the castle this morning. He claims he can cure her. (thinking) Of course he can, he was the one who did this to her.

Merlin: (thinking, wary) Edwin... (says) How could he? Not even Gaius knows what's wrong with her.

Arthur: He says he has a remedy to cure all ills.

Merlin: That doesn't exist. It's impossible.

Arthur: I know that! But what other option do we have? Morgana is dying and we are farther from close to find a cure! We don't lose anything by trying (thinking) And we gain everything by doing it. Once he cures her I can kill him.

Merlin: (puts a comforting hand on his shoulder, hesitantly, but relaxes when Arthur doesn't reject the touch) You really love her a lot, don't you?

Arthur: (with unshed tears) We grow up together. She's like a sister to me. I can't let her die. (Thinking) Even when she doesn't share the same sentiment. I just can't.

Merlin: Wait till tomorrow. If she doesn't get better, you can fetch the man.

Arthur: I'm the prince, Merlin. You can't tell me what to do.

Merlin: But?

Arthur: It's too late the fetch the man now. I'll wait till tomorrow.

Merlin: (smiles) Wise as always, my lord.

Arthur: (caresses the hand on his shoulder, lovinly) Thank you, Merlin.

Merlin: (blushes, nervous) 😳 I... I didn't do anything.

Arthur: You did. (Looks at Merlin's eyes intendly) Thank you. (They stare a each other, faces inches from the other).

Merlin: (snaps out of it and moves away) I-I need to go 😅 (smiles nervously and walks backwards) Eh... Physician apprentice things to do- (collides whit the table and some things fall and he picks them up quickly) Sorry!

Arthur: (laughs softly) Don't stay awake late. Rest.

Merlin: Right... you too. I'll be back to dress you in a minute, so don't sleep until I get back! 😅 (Leaves, thinking) 'Don't sleep until I get back'? Really? 😳😖🤦‍♂️

Arthur: (Sighs, thinking) Sleep. If only I could.

It's rare the times Arthur has a good night of sleep. Nightmares or rather memories of the time Merlin was a tree always assault his mind. Specially the time Merlin was turned before his eyes and he couldn't do anything about it, too weak from his wound, too useless. It's better now that Merlin sleeps in the antechambers. He just has to open the door and watch him sleep there peacefully, human and alive, and his heart is at easy again. Now with Morgana at death's door there's no way he's going to catch any sleep at all.

Arthur: (whispers to himself) I still have time. Tomorrow. Just wait until tomorrow.

Time skip. For everyone's surprise, Morgana wakes in the morning all cured, like she has never been ill in the first place.

Uther: (happy and relieved) Morgana! (Goes to her) This is truly a miracle. I thought... I really thought...

Morgana: (smiles) Oh, you won't get rid of me that easily.

Arthur: We certainly won't. (Just as realived and happy, puts hand on her shoulder, unconsciously) I'm glad you're alright, Gana.

Morgana: (surprised he's showing affection to her again, but touched) Gana... You haven't called me like that since we were kids.

Arthur: (realising he put a hand on her shoulder and puts it away) Right. Sorry, I know you don't like it.

Morgana: (messing with him) Oh, you can call me like that if you want. If you let me call you... Art? Arthie?

Arthur: Don't you dare! (He threatens but then they both laugh and look at each other fondly)

Gaius: I still need to make a few tests to see if she is really out of danger, but for what I can see, she'll be fully recovered in no time, sire.

Uther: Of course. Thank you, Gaius.

Gaius: I don't consider this was exactly my doing (looks at Merlin significantly and Merlin makes himself small in his place). But I'm glad to be of service as always, your majesty. I'll prepare some concoctions to prevent any outbrake just in case. (Makes a bow and it's about to leave, but then turns to Merlin sternly) Merlin?

Merlin: (sighs) Coming (bows quickly and leaves with him)

Uther: (frowns, thinking) Is it my idea or did he vow in the direction of Arthur alone?

Arthur: (who saw all the exchange between mentor and ward) I'll go to inform everyone the good news. Morgana, father (smiles politely makes a bow to both of them and leaves too)

Morgana: (sighs, a little sad, thinking) And cold Arthur is back.

Time skip. In Gaius Tower. Gaius scolding Merlin.

Gaius: You used magic on the king's ward?! What were you thinking?!

Merlin: I was thinking that I didn't want her to die! She's my friend and she's very dear to Arthur-

Gaius: Arthur, Arthur. Is what all this is about isn't it? I know he's the prince and you care for him. But let me remind you, he's still the prince of a kingdom that bans magic. Do you have any idea of what would have happened to you if someone discovered you? if someone have seen you?

Merlin: (explodes) Yes I know! Of course I know! Every time a wake up, every time I breathe, I know I could be killed at any moment. I watch every pyre that is made fearing maybe I could be next. I watch every friendly face, knowing that if they knew, if they only knew, they'll see me like a monster. I have to look at Uther, the man that would have me executed, the murderer of all my kind, and I have to serve him and smile at him trying to no throw up every day. So yes I perfectly fucking know, Gaius!

Gaius: ...

Merlin: (with teary eyes and his voice breaks) But I can't stop doing it, I can't separate myself from it. And I tried, believe me I tried, but I can't. Magic is part of me, is who I am. So I'll use it however I see fit, whenever I can, because no one knows the risks of using magic in a kingdom that forbids my very existence better than I do!

Silence...

Gaius: You're right. I don't understand it. I will never understand it. Magic was never to me what it is to you. I'm sorry I didn't see it before.

Merlin: It's alright. I know you only worry about me.

Gaius: It's more than that. (puts both of his hands on Merlin's shoulders) Merlin, in this short time I've known you, you've become like a son to me. I can't bare to lose you.

Merlin: (smiles) You won't lose me. I'm sorry, I didn't want to upset you.

Gaius: Then for the sake of this old man, stop doing these things behind my back.

Merlin: Only of you promise to help me rather than forbid me of doing things. I still need guidance, I still need you.

Gaius: Alright (he hugs him close and then pulls away). Lets start with how you cured Lady Morgana. I don't recall giving you any healing magic classes.

Merlin: I didn't have to, I just had to call this little one out of her ear. (pulls out a beetle from his pocket) I think it was what was making her sick. Do you know what it is?

Gaius: (alarmed) Don't touch it! (picks a jar and opens it) Put it here. Now! (Merlin does it and Gaius closes the jar) It's an Elanthia Beetle. They can be enchanted to enter the brain, feed on it until they devour the person's very soul. Thank the gods you managed to pull it out.

Merlin: (who already knew all this, but still has to play ignorant) So Morgana was echanted? By who?

Gaius: There are many sorcerers who wish to cause harm to the crown, my boy. But, whoever it is, once they find out their plan failed, they are going to try again.

Time skip. Merlin leaves Gaius tower with Morgana's concoctions and almost jumps out of his skin, when he sees Arthur is there at the door.

Merlin: (scared, but trying to disimulate, closing the door behind him) Arthur! How long have you been there?

Arthur: (who heard the whole conversation, very affected) I... I just arrived.

Merlin: (relieved, but concerned for Arthur's state) Arthur, are you alright? What is it? (with growing panic) Are you ill? Did something happen to Lady Morgana? Arthur, answer me!

Arthur: (hugs Merlin suddenly)

Merlin: (too stuned to say anything) ...

Arthur: (Pulls Merlin closer to him, thinking) 10 years. You suffered my father's reign and then I made you still live in fear for 10 years.

Merlin: (red and still very concerned) Not that I'm not enjoying this gesture, sire. But, please, say something. I'm going to freak out.

Arthur: (pulls away gently) Nothing's wrong, Merlin. It just... seemed like you needed it.

Merlin: (confused) ... right. (Thinking) He must still be sensitive about Morgana. (coughs, trying to hide his red face) I have to... ehm... give Morgana her concoctions so...

Arthur: (playfully) Are you blushing?

Merlin: No.

Arthur: Your ears are red.

Merlin: They are not!😡

Arthur: Yes, they are. It's hard not to notice. They're as big as your face.

Merlin: Not as big as your fat ass!

Arthur: Have you been staring? 😏

Merlin: (even more red) I...😳 stop wasting my time, get out of my way!😡

Arthur: That's no way to talk to your prince, Merlin.

Merlin: Fine (with exaggerated courtesy). Your highness, my lord, sire, would you make me the enormous honor to remove your royal, pompous, supercilious presence out of my way?

Arthur: (laughs, but steps aside)

Merlin: Thank you, my lord. I'll be forever in debt with you. (Bows in mockery and leaves)

Arthur: (thinking, as he watches him leave) You chose to save Morgana with your magic this time. You shouldn't have risk it. But thank you. You won't have to suffer for so long this time. I'll create I world where you feel safe, you won't have to hide and be scared anymore. I promise.

[wandasreallover]

Obsession|wanda Maximoff x female reader

Part 3

warnings: smut, unintentional knife play, noncon, oral(r recieving)

wanda's pov

she's so adorable.

my oh so innocent, perfect little angel.

Its been months since i genuinely got to admire her like this. i've been waiting for the perfect time to make my re-appearance, spending months hiding in the shadows waiting patiently for the right moment to prove myself worthy of her unconditional love, to show her that she is rightfully mine.

over the last few months i have watched the dissatisfaction towards her pathetic excuse for a boyfriend develop. the countless nights where she would sit around and wait for him dressed up all pretty just to be humiliated when met by the disappointment at his lack of presence. all the nights she would spend with that very same mascara and makeup running down her flushed face. he didn't deserve her, no one does, no one but me of course.

i know all there is to know and soon all she'll know is me and my love. I would never disappoint her, i am nothing like him, no im so much better.

its been around an hour since i first got here and her eyes finally begin to flutter open searching her surroundings as if wading through an imaginary fog. but to no avail nothing has been altered, i haven't moved an inch after setting her position, waiting impatiently to show my love for her. To show her just how much she means to me.

my smile widens, an almost sinister smirk taking over my face, when she notices me standing adjacent to the bed. i watch the panic slowly settle in after as she realizes that she is unable to move her limbs. its adorable watching her struggle against the intricate knots which i spent hours tying just for my little angel. i even tied a cute bow around her neck.

"what the fuck!?" are the first words she utters when she snaps back into reality. pulling harshly at the sturdy restraint. i wait a moment longer, taking in the sight of her struggling before me. My favourite flowy skirt bunched at her hips from her frantic movements, her pretty panties now on full display. " pink how adorable princess" teasing her as she has done me these last few months of watching her parade around unable to do anything at all. her struggling becomes more frantic at my words, wrists becoming raw and sensitive, her stockings being the only thing preventing her ankles being rubbed raw under the ropes.

" wanda what do you want?"

she calls out snapping me out of my trance and i realize i have to shut her up before anyone on this floor submit a noise complaint. i stalk closer to the bed she lies on, moonlight illuminating my face. i see the gears turning in her head, no doubt going into overdrive about my presence and her position. i gesture between the two of us with the jagged army knife in my hand "you we're made for me and i want to prove that to you" she flinched at the action eyes never leaving the weapon in my hand.

"what.no" her voice came out small and shaky only increasing my excitement.

" you belong to me and i am going prove that to you"

" your sick" she suddenly spat making a smirk grow on my face." i just want to prove myself baby will you let me do that, let me show you that i'm better than him."

i hear her hushed breaths and small grunts as she struggled more the closer i bent towards her. with my face inches from hers i suddenly flick the bedside lamp on causing her to flinch once again at the unexpected action. i rose to my height once again and watched her face scrunch as she squinted. how adorable is my little angel?

" you've changed since i last saw you angel, since when did you like coffee? you used to refuse to drink the stuff now you get one nearly every morning."

" what the fuck!?" cutting my dialogue short, which is really a shame because there's is so much i want though talk to her about. " that's rude angel i wasn't finished"

tears begin to stream down her cheeks as i once again get closer and she once again tries to struggle, obviously not yet learning that escaping my love is unavoidable. gently i lower myself above her face giving her a gentle kiss to the forehead before shoving a pair of her underwear down her throat, causing a strangled gag to fill the room.

she tries to spit the panties out but i slowly drag the blade up her chest causing a startled gasp to tumble from her lips and her body to turn ridged as all her movements stop." keep those there angel, please don't make me use this." she responded with more tears, making pleading eye contact.

eventually she nodded, and i leaned in once again placing a kiss on her forehead before taking a step back. her whole body is trembling, tears continuously flow down her cheeks and panties remaining securely in her mouth. taking in my angel, as obedient as ever, for only a moment more.

lowering myself onto my knees in front of her, holding eye contact as i carefully run my knife up the length of her thigh. she squealed as i press the tip lightly over her clit. she began to beg, for what i don't have a clue. my eyes still remain on hers as i gently run the knife lower to the ever growing wet spot on her panties, sparing it a quick glance before smirking back up at her. seeing the flush in her cheeks, a am acutely surprised to see her no longer struggling, and the tears have ceased.

" your enjoying me playing with you aren't you my princess?" she whimpered and shook her head franticly. " i don't like liars princess" i chuckled pressing the knife ever so slightly harder into her clit, not hurting her, never would i hurt my angel, well not anything she wouldn't enjoy. of course she didn't have to know that as she franticly thrashed against her restraints making a point to nod her head in a large movement.

"that's better my obedient little angel." sobbing once more and i maneuvered the knife between her panties and her inner thigh slicing the material in one swift movement. doing the same to the other side before ripping the destroyed garment from her body with little effort leaving her open for me. i tilted my head admiring the glistening wetness in front of me. a wicked smile breaks out on my face as she tries to close her legs but is unable due to the restraint keeping her still.

my beautiful angel, all wet just for me?" the question is rhetorical of course we both already know the answer.

i flipped the knife carefully handling the blade, allowing the handle to brush her clit. a breathless moan falling from her lips as i apply gentle pressure.

"please" her voice muffled behind her panties. "please what angel, use your big girl words" quirking an eyebrow i slowly pull the garment from her mouth. big doe eyes look up at me as she finds her words "please.....don't hurt me, ill be good i promise" her words sting i would never hurt my angel beyond her limits. " what makes you think I'll hurt you, i haven't hurt you so far have i ?" she shook her head slowly. i bring the knife up to her clit adding harsh pressure making her hiss before placing it on the floor beside me.

pushing myself closer to her i begin kissing her inner thighs. "this is mine" running a finger up her slit making her jolt in surprise " relax my angel" i began stroking gentle circles on her thighs making a silent promice to take care of her. again i moved impossibly closer pressing my lips to her clit, once again she jerked away but i held her in place,allowing her chance to relax and get used to the feeling of my mouth on her pussy. once she was fully relaxed i began licking and sucking at her while simultaniously running my hands up her thighs keeping her grounded.

"please...stop" was uttered between her breathless moans. i hummed out my answer, assuring her i wouldn't be stopping any time soon. i finally have my chance to prove my worth to her its safe to assume i will not be stopping anytime soon. she tried to fight me but is was useless as she was bound too tightly. gradually her pleas got louder and her hips began to buck with a sense of newfound urgency. her pussy also began to flutter and throb around me-she was close. i flicked her clit once more, a moan catching in her throat as pleasure washed over her. i sat back and observed the thrashing of her hips, her head and back arching at the sensations, wanted or not.

i continued to stare at her, her legs continuing to tremble as she let out a sob of realization as to what just happened. she has came for me despite her fear. watching her realization wasn't enough i needed to hear it i needed to her to admit that she was mine not his. mine.

"angel" i rested my cheek on her thigh looking up at her." your mine right angel, i need you to say it, please say it"

her chest heaved as she cried out a no.

i picked up the knife from behind me pressing it inter her inner thigh. "angel. say. it" her breath caught once more as her face lit up with fear and aousal.

"I'm your angel" she whispered shyly making me smile.

" that's it good girl your my angel, not his, just my little angel"

dragging the knife up her bare chest i let the knife nick her skin just deep enough to leave a mark. she barely flinched her body is heavy with exhaustion and fear. i continue to run the knife along her body until i reach her wrist where i slice through the rope freeing her from her restraint. doing the same for her other wrist and both her ankles. slowly i bend down making eye contact as i kiss the raw marks on her wrist.

her eyes begin to flutter closed unable to stay awake due to exhaustion. i gently maneuver her body under the covers, giving her a lingering kiss to the temple before i grab the knife which had been abandoned next to her. admiring her once more i take in her relaxed form allowing me to leave content with the fact that she is in fact mine.

a/n- so this is my first time writing smut and i really hope that its good enough for you guys. also there will be a 4th and final part out some point next week. i am genuinely terrified to post this

[houseofhugo]

ONE AFTER ANOTHER: PART ONE

[ SYNOPSIS ] you take him to your room tempted and riled up for a heated session.

[ PAIRING ] lee sangyeon x f!reader

[ CONTENTS AND WARNINGS ] 18+ read (smut), mdni (minors, please do not interact), stepcest, stepfather!sangyeon, top!lee sangyeon (as what fits him), bot!reader, age gap (both are legal, of course), petnames, blowjob, edging (reader!giving), face fucking, throat pie, tan skin sangyeon (yes, that's a warning), sweats sweats sweats, tiny mentions of porn and porn-related terminology as adjectives and compliments

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] this is my first ever smut. if you want to make appreciation of this post, please don't hesitate to like, reblog, comment or do all of the above. hard thoughts are also always open. love, hugo!

[NAVIGATION] PART TWO, THE BONUS CHAPTER

With a single push of your thumb, the click of the doorknob lock behind you bloomed into your ears like music. Your hands are still grasped upon the cold metal behind you but your thumb has been lifted off the button lock. Two open hands then acted like vines as they glided over your skin to find position on your rears—one secured behind your neck while the other snuck up behind your waist. At your eye level, your sight dwells at the low neck of the fitted, bicep-showcasing, sleeveless, gray shirt that extends down enough to fully show off a sexy damp cleavage between firm masculine mounds. From there, your eyes then went up north; through your eyelids, you met the face of the man who let you mix a libido-increasing supplement in his lunch and made you watch him eat every spoon of it right in front of you, and now, he is standing twice your height right in front of you with a wet collar on the shirt darkening the cloth as beads of sweat trail down his temples. The supplement must be making him feel hotter as much as he looks right now.

Who knew you will go this far just to get a man be all over you? And who knew it would be your stepdad for a month now?

"Is it locked?" Sangyeon asked in caution as he held you firmly.

Giving the older a pleased smile, you twisted the knob and both of you heard the lock snapped back open only for you to push it back in with your thumb. Your hands finally left the round metal poking your back. "Yes," you assured him.

His chest descended into ease due to his lessening fear of getting caught—that's actually a minority of his problems right now. Without thinking twice, he hunched and leaned forward to attach his lips onto yours. You're the fuel to this growing fire between you two right now, so won't you just let him work himself for a few moments in devouring your lips?

He wears a pair of beige shorts that only covers one-third of his tree-trunk thighs. You can see through the garment how it hugs and imprints his size that is almost identical to the girth of a kitchen towel tube and quite to the length of a forearm. It's extending down to the leg opening where you caught his whole swelling huge tip with an inch of shaft already peeking out. His hand behind your neck went down to join his other hand on your back to pull you towards him and ground his crotch onto your clothed folds. You held onto his shoulders for extra support. Sensing his desperation, you eventually began munching back at his wet and squelching kisses. Eyelids then draped your sight. You can taste some of the saltiness of his sweat on the skin around his lips. Tilting his head, his nose is now hovering at the zone of your left cheekbone where you feel the air brushing the skin of your left cheek before it gets vacuumed into his nostrils. With that one inhale, he pulls away to have himself a breather; meanwhile, you were standing there silently yearning for the intimate contact that was broken. You want this but you wanna be careful.

"When's mom coming back?" you brought up right away.

"She told me she's gonna meet a few friends until 3 PM to plan their formal gathering."

You turned your head to the digital clock placed on the nightstand behind him showing 12:41 PM in strong red color. Recalling, you two just finished eating during the early minutes of the first half of the hour, so it means the supplement has already done its job on him. You darted your eyes back at his masculine face but something at the corner of your sight suggested you to look around and as soon as your eyes went south first, you knew why.

"What is it?" Sangyeon follows the direction of your head. He sees nothing but his stiff manhood below begging to be freed as it is shoved and pressed on his thighs by the fabric that starts to hardly accommodate his growing and swelling size. You can also see how a line of precum is formed streaming down his calves while his tip drips off that clear and viscous man stuff like a half-way closed faucet. It's just now that he's gotten aware of it which sinks into him how it's quite getting uncomfortable since he's really that big. "Well, look at that. You have no idea how strong that supplement hiked up in me after I ate that food." Through the fabric, he held his cock with is hand in a thumbs up sign as he attempted to wiggle it right at your sight.

You handed over his words to your explorative imagination; the more you think about it, the more you feel your guts warm up. You couldn't help but chew on your lower lip as you press all your fingers right onto your clothed pussy now that you have your stepdad standing in front of you all horny and hot at its peak. However, you don't wanna get yourself losing your shit just yet, so you cupped and pushed his solid shoulder blades down to stabilize yourself standing on your toes reaching his lips with yours to continue the kiss he broke. It went like that for a few seconds until he could feel you nudge forward trying not to trip over.

With Sangyeon's feet apart, he bent his knees as he hunched to even up both of your heights. Feeling stable back again on your soles, you palmed his manhood right at the spot, rubbing his length through the fabric. Of course, it wouldn't be fair if he doesn't do the same. You sensed his right hand slip into the waistband of your shorts. By the time he had is whole hand inside, he began treating your left ass check as the biggest stress ball he has ever held.

A moan of yours was sent out and vibrated through both of your lips. You decide to knead him back while he's stiff and it's quite a pain for Sangyeon since you're treating it like a soft dough when his manhood is nowhere near to that softness; as a reaction, he squeezed his eyes shut and a hum escaped through his nose. He then pushes your head away to break the kiss which distracted you into a full stop from what you were doing with his clothed cock.

"Oh, baby. Guess I can't let you go on like this any further." He ran his words between heavy breaths as he glanced between his legs. "Wanna blow me now, sweetheart?"

You didn't even hesitate and just gave him an immediate nod of excited approval. You signed up for this.

"Yeah? Wanna have the real thing?" A mild laugh was produced from his chest. "Of course, you do."

Sangyeon lets you continue playing his clothed length as he scans your room for the first time. His body keeps nudging back and forth because of the force of your hand on his cock. It's so clear how he's letting you take over from how dependent his hips are to your hand movements. "Where do you want me to sit?" he asked while mentally collecting spots in your room to be in position. Not to mention the way he can already imagine how he would look like getting his cock done in those places was so horny of him.

"Uhm, actually..." Noticing your hotdog pillow next to you on the floor, you horizontally laid it in front of your feet before dropping your knees on top of it one at a time. You then slipped two fingers on both sides of his shorts including his boxer briefs underneath. "Can you just stand?" you proceeded.

Even his smile looks radiant down here. "Anything for you, kitty." He rested his hands on both sides of his waist waiting for you to do your business with those fingers on the waistband of his shorts.

"Want you to take off your top," you instructed.

No horny man will ever be patient, so Sangyeon immediately crossed his arms. Hands fisted at the hem of his white sleeveless top, he crumpled the fabric in his hold. The way he pulls it up with his torso arching backwards seems like he suddenly became your private stripper on the spot. The muscle stretch was so tender and yummy; from his defined v-line, and rock hard chocolate six-pack, up to his juicy pecs, all those gym-molded muscles slowly got undraped right before your eyes. He's such a meal in that tone of tan. The sweat that has been collecting in thick coatings on the surface of his clean and smooth textured skin makes it appear that he received a Midas touch and survived from how golden brown his skin is. You can't believe you're having a man for yourself in your personal space for 20 years since your childhood but you never thought that it would be someone like him.

As you drag down his lower garment right at his knees, you are presented with the way his massive cock that matches the tone of his overall skin made a squelching slap as it sprung up and smacked onto his sweat-glazed abs before the glossy pale-brown head came back pointing right at your face. His dick hole was impressive to dispense a drip of pre-cum that created a short string before falling down on the floor between your thighs. He even got a few soft and damp pubes at the finish line.

Mmh! Delicious. That was so far the hottest thing you made out of him.

With an open palm, you softly struck his shaft from below sending it upward and landing back down on your open hand. Why? You just wanna feel how hefty his cock is in your hold. Not gonna lie, it's almost similar to catching a pillow with one hand.

"You might wanna get your taste buds on that cock now, sweetheart." He reminds you. "You can't play with that if you'll just keep it dry."

The tip was at the level of your mouth. First thing's first. You choked the cock under the tip with your whole hand before treating it like a lever as you pulled it up to uncover his testicles and the thick lining under the shaft decorated with prominent veins. You ran your tongue across your lips before fully sticking it out and leaning over to begin your journey with your tongue at the underside of the base close to his pair of "table tennis" balls. Going up, you started to leave trails of your saliva on his shaft as you made your way up to his tip where you took it whole in your mouth right away. Your hand that was wrapped under the head came down to his base to hold his manhood in place. As he was quite past your pretty lips, you swirled your tongue around the head before your licking organ turns into a shape of an arrowhead inside your mouth because you are about to press the very tip of your tongue right at his slit.

"Oh—" His reaction got caught up mid-throat but he still managed to whisper a, "wow," as he squeezed his eyes shut.

His hands circled into a fist as he kept it hovered over the outside of his thighs to endure the initial stimulation you are causing between his legs, so you thought of bringing them behind his back crossed and fixed. You gave his triceps gentle caresses before your mouth left his tip coated and dripping in your spit. You continued to lick his shaft on the sides just like how anyone would typically consume an ice cream. At the same time, you pepper a few wet kisses until you're back up again at the head where you find the courage to take more of him than a while ago. The slit kisses the roof of your mouth. Still fine with it, you attempted to get his length deeper into you. Since a stiff dick couldn't curve, you hunched your back and tilted your head up to make your throat straight for his size to fit. By the time you pushed yourself on him once again, his head was already resting at the back of your tongue right before your uvula—the one dangling that can make you vomit when excessively triggered—and you thought you would throw up everything you just ate this lunch when you decided to push more of him in; but the next thing you know, your nose has touched something wet with a bit of hair and the pressure in your throat started to build up due to the lack of air, but it's fortunately not enough to pass you out.

"Mmmh. That's it. Warm that cock for me." His mumbles were mixed with an airy tone. Out of curiosity, the man laid his palm under your jaw and pressed your cheeks with his thumb and middle finger causing your inner flesh to concave and touch his girth—the fact that he didn't have to press deep because he already felt his solidness through your cheeks in a split-second. He then leaned back with a hunched back as he tilted his head to see your face before squishing your cheeks once again just to confirm what he felt was reality. "Fuck," he whispered with a smirk. "Did I just fill your mouth instantly, baby girl?"

Sangyeon carefully looks down at you to see you withdraw his length out of your mouth centimeter by centimeter until you were just left with his head again alone in your lips. He releases a deep sigh as he starts to feel your tongue fondle his cock head once again; but this time, with suckles.

"Hah! Ooh, yes!" he exclaims. "Of course, you know what to do—hngg, fuck." He sucked air through his nostrils and released it through his mouth.

You couldn't wait any longer. Laying your hands on both of his thighs, you started bobbing your head in a fixed rhythm. The drag of your lips at the base of the man's tip sends shivers all throughout his hot body as it just begins to fuel him towards insanity.

"Deeper again, baby girl. Want you to savor it all. You signed up for a whole meal, not a snack."

HORNY JAILLLL!!!

Well, who are you to refuse when he's already in the process of outdoing the capability of the lube's glossiness with his own thick layer of sweat starting to look like he just got poured a gallon of it. The way your hands are slipping off his muscular thighs was so surreal. His locks are so wet that it drips off down on you.

By the time you're drooling and you're beating your own throat on his hefty meat, you heard a hummed growl from above. His super wet palms held you by the cheeks to get you off his dick. "Oooh, my gosh!" His release was already right at the tip. He just held you there away as he struggled to prevent himself from building up an orgasm from where he left at. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Curses spilled as he squeezed his eyes shut. It was then followed by a hiss, a huge out breath through his nose, and an undertone moan as he squeezed the base of his cock with his whole hand to prevent himself from pushing anything out.

"Wow," you subconsciously mumbled. "Did you just—that's insane. Does it hurt, though?" You've only seen men edging in porn. You never thought about witnessing a man doing it real time could outdo the videos.

"Not—ngh... at all. I've done this to myself a couple of times." His hand eventually left the base of his cock once he felt the build up of his orgasm crumble back down. "You liked that?" he brought up the question. "Or did I break your fun on my cock?"

Of course, he did; but the mental image of him jerking off was just different to you, exceptional even. Imagine him alone in the room with his current look right now, stroking that fat meat flute for minutes in bed to the thought of you—well, who else is it gonna be? This is your fantasy. It would be weird to think that he's pumping that cock while thinking of someone that is not you.

"I mean...that turned me on," you uttered.

"So you liked it?"

"Why would I not?"

An idea snapped into the older man's mind and he just gave you a mild laugh before grabbing both of your hands and guided you up relieving your knees at the same time. He dragged you away from the door and led you to the corner of your room where a bean bag is getting a spotlight from the sunlight coming from the window. Sangyeon sits there already with parted legs and beckons you to kneel between them.

Sangyeon looked around. "Do you have any lube here?" he asked.

There was a nightstand next to the bean bag and you pointed him that way. The stretch of his torso was so defined when he leaned back in place and pulled the top drawer out where he saw a bottle of lube rolled out. He squirms at his seat until he feels in a comfortable position before handing the bottle to you. "I'm just going to sit here and all you have to do is jerk me off, okay? I'll let you know when I'm about to cum, so you'll know when to cut me off."

"Oh."

"Yes, sweetie. You're gonna edge me good."

And that's an offer you would never turn down on. "You sure about this?" You twisted the cap off the bottle in contrast to your question. Apparently, you want this.

"Come on. I didn't let you get me on that supplement for nothing. I'm giving you myself to enjoy."

Looking down, you bite your lip as you stare at his delicious hard-on standing proud and tall.

"Go on," he encouraged. "Tease me all you want. I'm all yours."

You tilted the mouth of the bottle down hovering above your open hand. Satisfied with the amount that has landed all over your palm, you put the bottle down on the floor and spread the viscous liquid up to your fingers. With your one hand on top of the other, you wrapped them around his shaft and began pumping him in a slow and steady pace to gloss his sex up. Your hands are already tight enough for Sangyeon to begin riling himself up with. He slips his hands behind his back indicating that he has passed over unto you the control over his climax. He then just realized that this is your first time using your hands full time on his cock which is why the softness felt so silky smooth for him—because also of the lube—rather than fleshy smooth.

Leaving only one hand stroking him off, you reached for one of his pecs and went for the pinching work on his erected milkers. His drive started to tense in his pelvis causing him to hunch with his shoulders folding in. You then cupped his chest and gave it a couple of grope and squish motion before moving to his other one to do the same thing. His firm muscle under your touch feels so warm.

He fisted on the fabric behind him as he carefully rested his head back. Trying to prolong himself, he closed his eyes and breathed through his nostrils with his chin tensing up. The man thought it would work as a distraction until you abused the pace to produce gooey, luscious squelches which took over his senses rather than the on-the-spot distraction mechanism he just made for himself. At the same time, you were swiping your thumb fast on his nipple which triggered the tickle on his chest.

"Ngh! Hah!" Sections of his muscles contracted through his skin causing his body to appear very ripped. "Baby, I'm close!" His words scratched up his throat before exiting his mouth.

Your hand landed on the base for a split second before coming back up brushing past the bottom of his tip as your touch finally leaves his skin and hovers in a fist above his head. You saw a small white bead of liquid forming at the slit like a pearl before it runs down his shaft like a teardrop cry. You didn't expect to get a first glimpse of his cum that way. That bead was already creamy and thick as—

"Fuck!" The word came out airy of the elder. "Gosh! That was so close!" He looks down to inspect his huge swollen meat. He thought his cock would go limp due to how intense that edging was but look, it's still reaching for the ceiling. His two eyes came up to yours with a sharp stare while he was busy catching his breath through his heaving big milkers. "Hope I looked good with that," he spoke through heavy breathing.

"Thought I was actually watching porn for a sec," you complimented.

"I wouldn't leave the video paused if I were you," he replied.

Not gonna lie, he's a perfect spectacle for this. He would be in huge demand in the club if he was a stripper.

"Vibrators?" you offered.

"Surprise me."

It felt like you just won. You threw a smirk at him before coming back to the nightstand next to the bean bag he was sitting on. You came back kneeling to him presenting a big white microphone-shaped one and a cock ring in between your thumb and index finger.

"Oh... are you gonna use those two on me, munchkin?"

"Why not? I'm just making our every second count."

The cock ring was, of course, elastic. Slipping four fingers—two from each hand—into the hole, you stretched the vibrator over the head of his cock before going down wearing it on him like a headband of an 80's workout attire. The only difference is that it was placed under the tip; but it's cock, so it's unnecessarily gonna choke. You let the vibrator sit there in peace with the vibrating mechanism settled right at the back of his tip.

"Tight?" you assured.

"No. It's perfect," he replied.

Shooting him a short-term smile, you switched the microphone-shaped one on and tested it on his thigh. Just as you expected, you earned a little twitch from him. Without any warning, you also switched the cock ring on, letting the sensation torture his big head and run down his shaft then to his aching testicles.

"Shit!" It caused the older to plant his feet on the floor for his ass to leave the seat a few inches north before sitting back down. "I don't think I would even last a minute with this one at all, sweetie—fuck!" With the continuous withdrawal of the vibration from the object, Sangyeon is back with his rapid breathing through his nose paired with clamped lips as he watches how his length starts to significantly vibrate along. He's actually surprised that a small vibrator can cause his massive cock to do something like that, and you're surprised that he's still manspread despite his whole body flaming to the feeling.

Bringing yourself up from your knees, you hooked your thumb on the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down, so that you're left with your panties on. You sat on his left thigh and leaned sideways towards his body avoiding the skin of your knee from making contact with the underside of his shaft by crossing your right leg over your left. The way the sweat on his firm thigh muscle acted like an adhesive for your naked ass to sit on made your walls twitch on nothing but air. You rested yourself there and have your right arm sneak over his shoulder. You just let his head fall back on your arms. With your right hand, you use it to hold the big vibrator and let it do its job on his right nipple.

"How are you feeling?" you talked right at his left ear.

He meets you at the left corner of his eyes with his head still thrown back. "You don't know how hard I'm trying to hold myself together right now—hmm." You cut him off with a kiss where you began lapping his lips up just like how he did to you a while ago, and just like your response to his kiss, he laps back at you where wet squelches began to be produced between your wet mouths. Both of you didn't stop as you swallow his deep manly moans and groans and whines. The sounds he made while kissing were coming to you unforced for a while suggesting that he's still not getting his pleasure striking up his cock, but that didn't last when he started humming in a specific pattern.

"Baby," he managed to let out even if it was muffled, but you were so immersed by the feeling of his lips on yours that you didn't stop lapping him up. "Hmm," he firmly and helplessly hummed through the kiss. He just thought of it by now to tilt is head away so that his voice won't be drowned by your kiss. "Don't wanna—ugh, fuck—cum yet, sweetie. You still have—hmm... a lot to do with this body, remember?" He just rapped his words out before turning into a panting mess because his orgasm is already hiking up to his cockhead.

"What?" You didn't catch him.

"Oh, shit!" The rippling sensation was clogging the words right at his throat. "The... vibrator."

"Shit! Sorry." Without getting off from sitting on his lap, you stretched your left arm to reach for the back of his tip where the button and the vibrating mechanism was positioned at. You also turned the big one off before tossing it to your bed.

"Damn it!" It was obviously inevitable for you to get your skin on his cock which made it worse causing a single string of his cum to shoot out of the slit; it was so thick that you are sure you heard a resemblance of a slap on the floor.

That load escaping made Sangyeon impulsive that he told you take the cock ring off right away, so you immediately dropped yourself on your knees and stretched the ring to get it off of his dick.

"Oh, no," you mumbled as another string of cum couldn't help but jump out the slit and land around somewhere. Once the vibrator was removed, you secure it in your fist. Meanwhile, the man already has one hand wrapped around the base of his cock with pressure just so he could prevent himself from the brink of busting the rest his load.

The whole scenario didn't have to be so chaotic but it did, anyway. It's like you just minimally broke a faucet and didn't know what to do.

He raised his sight at you with a crunched forehead and semi-narrowed eyes. "Why do you have that vibrator, anyway? It's for cocks," he asked.

"I actually have not much idea yet about these things when I bought this. The vibration was just so great, so I just bought it as my first one."

The man's eyebrows rose in surprise after hearing that. "Yeah, you're right." He recalls the feeling. "That thing could've turned me into a fountain."

You stretched your arm out to him with an open hand. "Wanna have it?"

"You sure?"

"I mean...we both saw how it fits perfectly."

Sangyeon puts out his hand open. You dropped the stuff on his palm and his hand withdrew in a fist, getting the ownership passed down to him.

"Just don't tell mom that it came from me."

"You're not the only one who's gonna be screwed if I do tell her."

You nodded your head up and down in agreement. "Right."

Both of you consumed a few seconds to stare at each other's face before he breaks the contact by checking the digital clock on the nightstand: 1:34 PM.

"Wanna make me cum this time?" his voice vibrated through his throat in deep and relaxed mumbles.

Well, you don't know if that was a command or request but, either way, you're not refusing a man like him. He squirms at his seat to make himself comfortable before he sweeps the air with his fingers beckoning you between his thighs. "Come here. Use your mouth now," he said.

You nudged forward to get his cock in your hands. It's impressive that he's still keeping his stiffness to the maximum. You keep on humming as you start to take him inch by inch past your lips leaving one hand wrapped at the base to prevent you going all in and save your throat for later. It didn't take long until you were bobbing your head up and down as you stroked his cock in a twisting motion. He then finally rose from the back rest of the bean bag to lean forward towards you giving you an easier access to his whole torso. Big hands run down your hair as you work his size in your mouth.

Look at him now: slippery, glazed, and hot by the natural light and your combined body heat.

Just as you came up from his member, you replace your mouth with your hand keeping the movement coming to his senses. You then stretched your neck to experiment your tongue on one of his nipples; getting his sweat caught on your taste buds was appetizing and mouthwatering rather than salty and disgusting. He's got the yummy bod you love, so you never actually thought of that beforehand.

"Fuck my hand," you rushed your command as you initiated to stack your hands on top of each other and make a hole out of them for him to ram into. Sangyeon couldn't wait. He laid his hands in a fist behind his back causing him to lean back and get a full view of you between his sweat-glazed beefy thighs with your hand below the other covering his tip. He planted his soles on the floor to get a good grip before he began sloppily thrusting up to meet your hands. You can see how his glistening golden abs wave along his noodle-like movements. Even his butt cheeks are tensing as he does it. It really looks like you just got a private stripper dancing for you in your own place. You then kept an eye on his cock head exiting at the top and disappearing back in your hold like those in whack-a-mole, but you're not here to hammer it in; that would hurt.

Sangyeon notices your tongue gliding through you lips as your eyes are darted at his consistent thrusts. "Like what you see?" he engaged. "Like watching your stepdad being a spectacle for you fucking your hands like this? Aren't you a lucky girl?"

"More than lucky, I guess," you plainly spoke as you were so focused on his moves.

The man thought you were not satisfied enough because of your leisure tone, so he became robust on fucking your hand from below. His eyes narrowed as he bit his lip because the fast brushing of the skin of his shaft in your hands was tickling him that it's triggering his balls to push out all the cream he's been saving to give you a pleasant cum explosion. It's painful for him to hold back like this and it's the kind of pain that's keeps him in seduction.

"Hah!" He threw his head back making his sweaty chin, sharp jawline, and the tip of his big nose the only things that are seen of his face from your lower ground view. You took the chance to replace your hand one by one with your mouth by going down as you remove one hand. You wanna surprise him but you eventually coughed when the tip jabbed on your uvula which caused him to raise his head back to see what just happened.

"Sorry, didn't wanna distract you—cough," your words got caught in your throat.

"You could've just told me you want me to mouth-fuck you." Sangyeon stood up from his seat and bent his knees so that his pelvis was at the level of your face causing him to be in a kind of squatting position. You didn't have to be told as you open your mouth with allowance for his size. By the time you felt his tip going past your lips, you shut the excess space your mouth made—which is not that quite much—causing your lips to comfortably wrap around his tip.

"Just tap my thigh if you want me to go deeper, okay?"

You could only nod your yes in response now. Recalling how you coughed to his rhythm, the elder initiated his thrusts by slowly grooving the underside of his shaft on your tongue.

Seeing him through your eyelashes as your head was thrown back a bit for his convenience, you are met with a drenched Sangyeon watching his manhood reappear and disappear in your mouth. Meanwhile, your hands traveled up past his hips and up to his stomach where your palms traveled across his bumpy six-pack. They were so hard that it doesn't feel like you're touching muscles but rather steel.

From your lips directly shaped by the circumference of his shaft, you let your jaw drop a bit before tapping the front of his thigh three times. You didn't know that what he meant by deeper was past your uvula but to your surprise, your body already registered the sudden gag you had earlier and told your brain that you're all fine.

"Shit! Your mouth is so tight down here," he spoke on behalf of his tip that has already reached the back of your throat. "Is this okay?" he assures.

You hummed as you nod making his cock twitch in your throat due to the vibration the wet flesh inside your mouth produced. One of his hands left the back of your head to go up his chest and cup one of his pecs. You can see how he kneaded and squished the muscle and gave his hipple a pinch. Your hand is still there roaming and worshipping his rock hard abs. Now that he's deep in you, you close your lips around his shaft again and hollow your cheeks to give him a tighter feeling around his member. You don't have any idea what's stopping him from picking up his pace in your mouth so you basically reach for his ass cheeks to pull him in. He read that and now, he was already making lewd noises out of his cock and your mouth. You're just getting obsessed by the hefty feeling of his size that has gone directly all over your jaw and how his tip was blocking and unblocking your airway with every thrust he takes. You played along by randomly humming throughout his pace.

"Hoo! Damn!" Sangyeon twitched in your mouth and it felt like he just redirected your whole jawline. "I'm so close, munchkin. Where do you want me?"

You let go of his dick with a cartoon-ish sound of popping bubbles. From base to tip, he's coated in a glossy thick layer of your own drool. He used it for his own convenience to begin jerking off above your head.

"In my mouth, please."

Sangyeon never heard words so loud and clear causing him to stroke himself faster as his breath was shaking to the rhythm. "Oh, baby. You should be honored. I've never came in someone's mouth before." He used his own facts to rile himself up which riled you up too. It's actually true but you don't wanna dig more up from there. You just want everything now to be between you and him. "Holy shit! Lips around the tip now, munchkin."

You leaned forward to take him just as he wanted. The way his cock inserted into your open mouth like a charging plug was a smooth fit. While he went full speed in pumping himself from shaft-end to shaft-end, you couldn't help but think that he's such a pornographic spectacle to do it in front of you. In fact, he really looks like he would do something like that.

"Gonna fill your mouth good, baby girl—fuuuckkk!" Ropes of his white, creamy, and viscous baby batter gushes out from his slit and onto every corner inside your mouth. "Ugh! Take it all for me, sweetheart." As soon as it started to pool on your tongue, the mild sweet taste was accepted by your taste buds as a delicious treat. You can even smell his cum perfectly in your mouth. He's releasing a lot to the point that he can feel how his tip is getting a dip on his own cum that has already pooled inside your mouth. You tried your best to not swallow because you love the feeling of how thick and gooey he is inside you. You're even thinking of gargling it. By the time he pulled himself out, there was a bit of cum that got caught on his tip, so he came back to smear it on your shut lips like a lipstick. He leaned and told you to open up and there he sees the white sticky substance dwelling inside you in thick globs and stretchy webs; it looks like edible lotion. Your throat feels slippery than usual due to those that made it down your throat. "What are you gonna do with that now?" he questions. The man has seen porn about these things but seeing this personally was silently driving him insane.

Your lips pressed on each other and made sure you exaggerated your gulp enough for him to hear; and to your surprise, it was louder than you expected to be because of how hard it was to push into your esophagus from how thick it was. The feeling of his cum sliding down your throat in globs is something you would be addicted to. You even tongued the corners of your teeth and licked your lips just to make sure there's little to no cum left to see from there.

"I guess I have to cum in your mouth just to hear you swallow like that." He strokes your head a couple of times. "That's not something I would hear from a normal gulp."

"There are a few still stuck in my throat that my saliva can't remedy." You tried clearing the way with a few strained vibrations until you knew that only water can take them away. "You must be eating something."

Duh! Look how firm his entirety is. That man is a god! He wouldn't be looking so damn blowjob-able to you if he's not doing something to his own body; and whatever that is, you wish he doesn't cut it off because mmhh... man so yummy as fuck!

"Guess my meals being different from you isn't noticeable."

If not all, most of the healthy shit he was eating every time in the kitchen started to fired like a machine gun back into your memory. "I should feed you more of those," you didn't hesitate to drop those words right away.

A scoff left his nose along with a hot steam of breath. "You really enjoyed it, huh? Can't blame my girl." He looks down at your body just to notice that he's the only one naked in the room. "You're still clothed, by the way," he reminds.

"Oh." You just realized that. "Yeah, right."

"Did you not touch yourself along?"

"I did. I just... wanted to focus on you."

"Well, baby girl, you know I appreciate that." He hooked his hands under your pits to help you to get on your feet. "Let me focus on you this time."

To be continued...

[illarian-rambling]

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

For the character design ask game?

Hm, this is a tough one. I'm gonna run down the list and see if I find anything lol

Izjik: Nothing that I can think of. She got a new scar on her hand and that's about it. There's another thing too, but it's kind of spoilers ;)

Sepo: He dresses better once he has money, but nothing too significantly different from his existing style.

Twenari: Once she's out from under Undeta's thumb, she starts dressing for herself and developing her own style. She gets a lot of piercings and makes bolder fashion choices.

Djek: He gets some sick tattoos from a god in book 2 (long story). He loves the look of them. They appear as dark ripples staining his fingers and forearms.

Astra: When she was a kid, she dressed in what she could afford, which was usually one step up from literal rags. Once she got adult money after heading to the city, she began to make her own clothes according to her particular sense of style. A few of her fingers also eventually get flipped backwards due to a teleportation accident, but we're not gonna get into that.

Mashal: Aside from the obvious, Mashal does eventually start treating his robotic body like something more than just a waystop until he's human again. He gets a collapsible sword hidden in his arm and a temperature sensor. He lets Astra do some decorative etchings on his shoulders and takes quite a few inches off his height so he's not so inconveniently tall.

Ivander: I mean, the curse certainly changed his appearance. But like Twenari, he too only discovered his style once he got away from his family. He learned how to dress in ways that complimented his unique complexion and let himself experiment with different looks.

Elsind: Nothing too significant. They look however they want to look lol

Avymere: I'm not sure if this counts, but the level of "run ragged" they have between books 2 and 3 increases drastically. They lose weight, their hair grows out, and they have to start using a breathing mask once their lungs get fucked up from the aforementioned teleportation incident. The beggar-like figure they cut in book 3 couldn't be more different from the princely heir of Salis.

Thanks for the ask!

[wwillywonka]

when you're writing heaven on their minds, what version of willy is in your mind? is it depp wonka or wilder wonka? I know for sure it's not chalamet wonka. or maybe the musical ones? borle or snook?

hi anon! thanks so much for the question!<3

i try to emulate this in heaven on their minds by the very fact that i include bits and pieces from all versions of canon, but my willy is very much an amalgamation of every willy. and when i say every, i mean every, which is why i reward myself (with the self-awareness of its pomposity) with the Wonka Expert title - because i don't consider just one willy wonka to be The willy wonka; they're all him and he cannot exist without every piece of himself.

in terms of physical appearance, i've shared my art of him on here (and on my instagram @/corduroycyborg), and those drawings are about as close as i can get to portraying how he looks in my mind: tall but too thin for his height, mid-length thick curly chocolate-coloured (ha!) hair that he straightens within an inch of its life, deep set electric purple eyes that can increase or decrease in saturation depending on his mood, nose like a rabbit's, perfect teeth and painted nails and gold jewellery and always a thick layer of makeup to hide his insecurities. i also go back and forth a lot in my head about his race considering i myself am mixed asian and pretty much project everything about myself on him. but i like to keep it ambiguous to make him an accessible character for all readers, an intentional choice that plays into the themes in hotm of him feeling like he isn't a person without the media and his fans telling him who he is. hotm (my) willy is definitely more based on 2005 because that is my favorite version (and because i am hopelessly, unfortunately attracted to twink johnny depp for no reason) but also because i feel like that movie does the best job of externalising his inner self through his appearance. wilder wonka is classic, of course, but i've always thought, even as a kid, that he just looks too damn nice, is too charismatic. wilder wonka, while definitely mad (the boat scene>>>), is just a big ol' teddy bear. his hair looks so soft, and the way he picks up charlie and twirls him around is so 🥺🥺🥺. gene wilder himself said that he wanted his wonka to look trustworthy so that he could focus on making his personality unpredictable, which i appreciate and think works well in the 1971 movie - but willy is supposed to be antisocial and scary and off-putting. it makes him so much more interesting to me. the original book describes him as bright and colorful, yes, but also as someone charlie immediately wants to unpack, to study, to understand. and the way wilder wonka doesn't even wear gloves...!! that's a hugely essential part of willy's character and his adversity to the outside world, and it just isn't present in what is typically considered the "best" version.

in chapter 7, i describe willy lounging in a oscar wilde-esque fashion, with a floral robe and lipstick and a french bob. i know this is technically me stretching the femininity of depp wonka perhaps a little too far, but it's my own special charm i've built around the character in the past many years of him being my favorite character of all time. perhaps it's just me being really bisexual and projecting my particular type and relationship with gender onto him; i accept that and own it. i will forcibly feminize my blorbos all i want and that is my right. now, to address gareth snook wonka. tbh the worst wonka look besides the unspeakable tom and jerry movie. THAT BEING SAID, uk tour willy is probably my favorite portrayal of the character ever. he's unpredictable, he's scary, and his attractiveness and charms are so unexpected but make so much sense in the most surprising ways - snook wonka is cunty, i'll say it. mix his personality with depp and that's MY willy!!!

and yeah, definitely no chalamet wonka. i literally don't think about him at all while writing the character unless i'm considering how noodle fits into the story. and i've said this before but i don't care for borle wonka even though i know he's a fan favorite. sorry lol.

TLDR: 93% depp, 6% snook, 4% dahl, and 2% wilder. ("but that's 105%!" yes.)

((p.s. the artist who appears most on the big unpublished playlist i have for him is lana del rey. if that helps paint a picture🎀🍫🐇🍒).

[arvandus]

Finally working on cranking out my Diavolo x Barbatos x Reader fic. So here, have a fun lil' description of our demon prince on his birthday... <3

...now that you were here with him, you were overwhelmed by his size and beauty.  His tanned skin was flawless, his gold eyes sparkling like priceless gems that would make Mammon, the Avatar of Greed himself, jealous.  His smile was breathtaking, presenting two rows of perfectly white teeth.  And his hair was the color of autumn; soft to the eyes, and, you assumed, even softer to the touch.

And he was big.  Not just in height, but in stature, the thickness of his torso alone an indication of his innate strength.  His black and charcoal grey suit fit him to a T, and yet you couldn’t help but notice how the buttons across his chest strained ever so slightly. You wondered if the look was intentional; knowing how impeccably he dressed and how astute Barbatos’s attention to detail was, you were pretty sure it was.

But even physical attributes aside, you could feel the powerful thrum of magic that seemed to be woven through every inch of his body, rippling the air around him in an aura of power.  It was no surprise that he was the Prince of the Devildom; Diavolo was a force to be reckoned with in any capacity.

Which made his gentle, bubbly nature that much more captivating.  It was almost as if he did it out of necessity.  If he were any less friendly, if his smile faltered from his perfect lips in even the slightest, then the threat of his presence would increase dramatically, and you’d be much more afraid of your proximity to him than you were right now.

[creamyandrich]

Mettaton's "Biggest" Fan

A lil story I wrote a few months back and posted on my DA. Was going to post this for Vore day but I forgot :3

Story under the cut!

"This is my biggest fan?!  Is this a joke?"

Your tiny form shifted awkwardly as you stood on your VIP backstage pass like a stage.  It was sitting on Mettaton's makeup vanity.  THE Mettaton.  You won this personal meet-and-greet through a contest, but the robotic star that was looming above you seemed... less than thrilled as he talked into his hot pink phone between bites of a Glamburger.

"I mean, how did they even enter?  Don't we have height requirements for these things?!"

Mettaton rolled his eyes as the person on the other end of the call spoke.  You simply stared up at the robotic superstar in silence, in utter awe of him.  Recently, Mettaton had increased the amount of cooking segments on his program, and it was starting to show.  The star was now sporting a very noticeable muffin top with a much wider set of hips to match.  His whole lower half jiggled and bounced above you as he listened on the phone, drumming his fingers on the vanity.

"Fine!"

He snapped, abruptly hanging up as his gaze moved to you.

"Sorry darling, just ironing something out with my manager..."

He said, taking a seat, his shapely body making the stool creak as he sat down and tossed the final bite of the burger into his mouth.

"So... barely an inch tall and you're bold enough to win my 'Biggest Fan' contest..."

He smirked.

"You must admit darling, the irony is delicious."

You opened your mouth to speak, but you were immediately cut off by a loud grumbling.  Mettaton looked down and placed a hand over his stomach, his fingers sinking into his softened midsection as he let out a sigh.

"Ugh...  AND of course you show up right in the middle of lunch..."

As he spoke, you saw his eye slowly widen and look over at you, the spark of an idea forming in the robot's head as a sly smile formed on his lips.

"Oh darling,"

He said, his voice suddenly dripping with saccharine sweetness.

"I have a proposition for you.  You see, a performer like myself needs a lot of energy through the day.  Usually I just need to plug in for a bit, but I can get my energy from other sources if the need arises..."

He leaned over, looming above you as his stomach growled again.  His satin white gloves slid onto the vanity next to you, a devilish smile on his face.

"Would you be a dear and help give me a little boost to make it through the rest of the day?  You wouldn't want to disappoint my other, bigger fans, would you?"

The predatory look in his eye sent shivers down your spine, and your heart sank as he spoke.  Fear overtook you and you turned around to run.  Before you could take a step, however, Mettaton's thumb and pointer finger roughly pinched you around your waist and lifted you off the desk, turning you around to face him.  You pounded your fists against his gloved metal digits to no avail, the massive robot only giggling as you struggled.

"Ohohoho!  I'll take your struggling as a yes, darling.  Thank you!  Don't worry, I'll be gentle, just sit back and enjoy the ride!"

Your struggles intensified as he moved you closer to his face.  His glossy black lips parted, revealing his waiting maw.  His fangs glistened in the light, barely visible threads of drool dripped off of them onto his thick pink tongue.  It slowly undulated in a beckoning motion as his head cocked upwards, letting you stare down the dark abyss of his throat.  A wave of heat washed over you as he let out a happy moan, his breath carried the scent of strawberries.  You felt Mettaton's grip loosen on you and you attempted to grab onto his glove, but the silky smooth fabric gave your hands no purchase, and you felt yourself plummet downward. 

With a splat, you landed on the center of his tongue.  His jaws snapped shut around you as an amused hum rumbled up from his throat, sending vibrations through your body as his tongue started moving.  He playfully swished you around his mouth, pressing you against his perfect teeth and pinning you flat against his pallete.  You were soaked to the bone in his thick saliva, coughing and sputtering as he idly played with you.  He rolled you across his tongue and sucked on you like a piece of candy for several minutes, amused giggles rising from his chest as you struggled in vain against him.  Your limbs became sore from constant wrestling with the artifical muscle, but you were re-invigorated to fight as you felt yourself sliding backward.  You felt the curvature of his tongue slope downward as his throat opened beneath you.  You clung on for dear life, but you barely found any grip on his slick taste buds and could feel yourself getting closer and closer to his throat.  His uvula jostled above you as a chuckle rumbled up from his throat.

Suddenly, light streamed into Mettaton's mouth as his lips parted.  He opened his maw and you looked past his fangs to see his reflection in the vanity's mirror.  He stared back at you, pink blush on his plush cheeks.  He fluttered his eyelashes and gave you a flirtatious wave in the mirror, before his mouth snapped shut once again and you were sucked downward in a deafening gulp.

"Ahhh..."

Mettaton sighed, feeling your tiny body slide down his throat.

"Oh yes~!  Darling, you went down as smooth as wine."

He teased, rubbing his hand across the latex covering his belly.

"If you can hear me in there, do your best to go to my thighs!  I know you don't have that many calories in your teensy little self, but every little bit helps~!"

He said, chuckling to himself as he picked up your VIP backstage pass and haphazardly tossed it into a wastebasket.

[cottonundiestf]

🕶️

Well...seems more results came in, let's see here..........ohoho~

Seems like things are coming along just fine for you, my precious test subject...guess I should be fine to kick things up another notch or two, then?

With how you are only just now adjusting to your newfound height advantage, maybe we should make things a bit more troublesome for you. Going from a "mere" 6'2" all the way up to a staggering 6'6" should be a great vantage point to tower over everyone else in the office. Plus, it means most of them would basically be forced to look at either your chest or your rear, considering how much some of them would need to crane their necks to get a glimpse of your face...

Speaking of your chest and rear though, those are going to need some solid upgrades as well. F cups? 52 inch hips? Those just aren't enough now, given your amazon-esque appeal. Shifting things to, say, J cups and an additional four inches of ass? Now that would make you quite the view in the office, wouldn't it, Layla?

Because I can tell that by now, my not-so-little attention whore must be absolutely LOVING these changes, even if you still aren't able to see that your body is any different from before. You mentioned how work is becoming more of a struggle, and I can definitely see why, given just how mind-blowingly horny you constantly are. After all, with such a powerful libido, you must have a sex drive that rivals even the sluttiest of college whores.

You just want more: more stares, more attention, more people lusting over you. Wasn't that the main reason you started up that OnlyFans account? Sure, you can claim it is just to have a secondary source of income, but subconsciously, you know it's because you love knowing that there are men and women out there who are spending their time pleasuring themselves to pictures and videos of you. You want them to see you as a whore, a slut, a sex object, or maybe even a baby machine? The thought of being pregnant has crossed your mind a lot more recently...

But of course, having an account like that AND being an office worker? There's no way you could maintain that Professional demeanor of yours anymore. After all, with knowing how hot you are, and how your co-workers and bosses are probably all not-so-secretly subbed to your OF page, how could you be Professional when instead you could just utilize that to become more Controlling? Especially when it means you're getting paid more to do less, giving you more time to schedule photoshoots and film videos of yourself for everyone out there who is simping over you.

Ah, but with how controlling you've become, there's no need for all those smarts of yours, are there? I mean, sure, they are useful for those dorky little cosplay shoots that you do to drive in some bigger payouts from your subscribers, but really, who needs intelligence when you've got a body like that? Dropping down about three (3) points in Intelligence should be fine, but since I'm feeling generous, have a five (5) point increase to your Charisma as well~!

Hmm...that should just about do it. Now then, Layla, remember - stay horny for me, always stay horny, and I can't wait to see how these changes play out this time around~!

Lately, walking around the office is an exercise in getting unbelievably horny because I can feel people looking at me as I walk around. I'm hard to miss; I can vaguely remember shooting up to this height in high school. I thought being this tall would be dysphoric, but when my ass and tits ballooned along with my height, I realized how much I loved how my body was built for attention.

I'm pretty sure I'm only kept around at work for my body, because I'm painfully average compared to my smart coworkers. But it's okay; I can see the subscriptions on my OF. I know they'd love to climb my statuesque body and fill me up. Make my belly big... it's the darnedest thing; I can't get pregnant, but I can't stop thinking about it...

(Sorry for the wait!)

[totesnothere04]

Deviant With a Big Defect Pt.2

The Bad Batch x Sister!Reader and Obi-Wan x F!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Mentions of bigotry.

Chapter 1 Part 3

Scientific Minds

You and Tech are sat around your scattered pieces of armor when you felt another pain shoot up your side. You whine and lay your head on the table.

"I do not believe you are okay (Y/n). It would make me feel much better if you go see Mistress Nala Se." Tech says with finality and you sigh as there's nothing you can do to fight him on this.

"Alright. I'll be back in a while." You say as you exit the room. You follow the familiar corridors of Tipoca City to the lab you spent most of your life in. On the way you bump into a clone by accident.

"Oh hey (Y/n)." He says and you take a closer look and realize you know him.

"Commander Garrett!" You say happily and give him a hug which he reciprocates. "How are the boys?" You ask him.

"They're doing alright. We're just ready to finally be out there in the action you know?" He asks and you nod slightly. You wince when another pain shoots up both of your sides this time. "Are you alright?" He asks worriedly.

"Oh yeah. I'm fine. Just some pain in my sides. Don't worry about it I'm going to see Mistress Nala Se about it." You tell him and he nods.

"Alright. You come tell me if it's anything serious. Say hello to Unit 99 for me." Garrett says and you nod.

"Only if you give my regards to the 75th for me." You tell him and he nods. "Bye Garrett!"

"Bye (Y/n)!" He calls back and as you walk away from him you shiver and look back at him. You brush off that feeling again and continue to the lab. It had been months since you felt that air of change. You shake yourself out of your thoughts when you see Nala Se. You catch up to her and stop when you reach her.

"Mistress Nala Se." You get her attention and she looks at you.

"Is something wrong (Y/n)?" She asks.

"Yes I've been dealing with pains running up and down my sides." You tell her and she hauls you into the lift to take you to her lab. The moment you sit on the table she's next to you with her scanner and datapad.

"Have you been experiencing an increase in appetite?" She asks.

"Yes." You say.

"Have you been experiencing these pains for an extended amount of time?" She asks.

"Yes. It started about a year ago, but it's been getting worse as time goes on." You tell her. She scans over you a second time and she chuckles.

"It is nothing to be afraid of. You are going through another growth spurt." She says and you look at her bewildered.

"But I thought standard clone height was 5 foot 11 inches. That's where I am now." You tell her and she shakes her head.

"You are a twin. Your brother is 6 foot 4 inches in height. Does it really seem so odd that you might be the same height, or atleast close to his height?" She asks and you shake your head.

"I guess not. Is that all it is?" You ask her and she nods.

"While you're here I would like to run a cranial scan to make sure this growth spurt is not effecting your brain wave activity." She says and you nod then lay back on the bed. You close your eyes and the flashing white light isn't as bad as it used to be. Time passes quicker than it used to and the bed is pulled out of the scanner. You sit up on the bed and she comes back in. "Your brain wave activity is at optimal levels, and you are free to go." Nala Se says and gestures to the door. You bow you head as you walk past her.

"Thank you Mistress Nala Se. I'll see you around." You say happily as you leave the room, and take the lift back to the main buildings. When you get back you head straight for the barracks. You feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn to see who it is. Your posture straightens almost immediately when you see Cody. "Commander Cody." You salute him and he chuckles.

"At ease soldier." He says and you allow yourself to relax just a little bit. "I'll wall you back to your barracks?" He asks and you nod in appreciation.

"Thank you Commander." You say and he nudges your arm.

"You can just call me Cody. How are you feeling? I know those pains have been getting to you." He says as he looks over at you.

"I went to see Nala Se about them, and she says I'm about to go through another growth spurt." You tell him and he seems shocked.

"But standard clone height is... Well, it's where both of us and Hunter are now." He says to you.

"She said that it's not odd for twins to be close in height." You tell him. "So I'll be somewhere near 6 foot 4 inches tall when I stop growing."

"Damn. I've already got to look up at Wrecker, Crosshair, and Tech. Now I've got to do the same for you?" Cody jokes and you chuckle.

"Sorry Commander. It's genetic... Manufacturing?" You say and he gives a full blown laugh.

"That it is I guess." He says and you stop outside your door.

"Thank you for walking me back to my barracks." You say and he nods.

"It's no problem. I try to be as nice to you guys as I can, because I know the regular clones don't really like you." He says and you shake your head.

"Eh who needs them? I've already got alot of accepting friends. I'll see you around... Commander." You tease him again and he rolls his eyes.

"I'll see you around (Y/n)." Cody says then leaves. You walk into the room and Tech turns to you.

"So? What's the verdict?" Tech asks.

"Well I'm not dying if that's what you're implying." You joke, but those blasted pains shoot up your sides again. "I'm about to go through another growth spurt." You tell him.

"Looks like there's one more that's gonna be taller than Hunter." Crosshair jokes and Hunter pouts.

"I'm not that short! I'm standard clone height!" Hunter says angrily and you chuckle.

"I'm sure I won't be much taller than you Hunter." You say with a smile and he puffs out a breath upset. You take a seat where you were before you left, and pick up your gear. "I'm going to have to wait to finish this until after I finish growing." You say and Hunter snickers.

"That's what you get for being tall." Hunter says and you shoot him a glare.

"Don't worry. It's an easy fix." You tell him and he rolls his eyes. You put your gear into your trunk and lock it.

~6 Months Later~

Nala Se measured you for probably the millionth time that month.

"I believe you are done growing. You have not been experiencing those pains for a few weeks, and your height remains the same." Nala Se says.

"So it's settled... I'm 6 foot 4 inches tall?" You ask her and she nods.

"The Prime Minister wishes to speak with you. Please make your way to his office." She says and you nod.

"Yes Mistress." You say and leave her lab. You follow the sterile corridors to Lama Su's office. You wait for the door to open for you and when it does you step inside.

"(Y/n)." He greets you.

"Hello (Y/n)." Taun We greets and you bow your head to them both.

"Please take a seat." Lama Su says as he gestures to a seat. You sit down and he continues to stare at you. "It has come to our attention that you got into a physical altercation with one of our science staff. May I know the reason?"

"She was trying to steal all my designs. She said that clones don't deserve the right to claim discoveries, or advancements in arms. It was heat of the moment and it won't happen again." You say and look down at your hands.

"And why is that?" He asks.

"Because I've resigned from the science division, and all of my designs will be reserved for my squad." You tell him and he nods.

"I understand you-" He cuts himself off as an alert for an approaching ship sounds. "Taun We please go greet our guest." She stands and bows to him then leaves. "I understand you were upset, but you must understand. You are far stronger than a regular human being, and trained to kill. Our scientists are not practice droids." He says and nod.

"I understand Prime Minister." You say.

"Nala Se has informed me that you have finished growing." He says and you nod once more. "Very good. Please finish designing your armor once our guest leaves."

"You- You want me to stay with you as your guest gets a tour?" You ask him.

"Yes. You are a prime specimen from our ranks, and I hope that you are able to impress him." Lama Su says and you bow your head.

"Yes Prime Minister. I will be on my best behavior." You say and the door opens after a few minutes of silence. The man raises a brow in question at you, but you stand when Lama Su does.

"May I present Lama Su, Prime Minister of Kamino." Taun We introduces him then gestures to the man. "And this is Master Jedi..."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi." He introduces himself and the two bow to eachother.

"I trust you'll enjoy your stay." The seat Taun We had evacuated came back down for Obi-Wan to sit in. They both take a seat and you follow after them. "And now to business. You will be delighted to hear that we are on schedule. 200,000 units are ready with a million more well on the way." Lama Su says, and you sit a bit straighter when you realize this man is a commanding officer. You could feel the confusion from Obi-Wan as he looks between the 3 of you.

"That's good news." Obi-Wan says.

"Please tell your Master, Sifo Diyas, that his order will be met on time." Lama Su says and Obi-Wan looks slightly taken aback.

"I'm sorry. Jedi Master-" Obi-Wan says.

"Hmm. Jedi Master Sifo Diyas is still a leading member of the Jedi Council, is he not?" Lama Su asks and you narrow your eyes at the 'Jedi'.

"Master Sifo Diyas was killed, almost 10 years ago." Obi-Wan says.

"Oh. I'm so sorry to hear that, but I'm sure he would've been proud of the army we've built for him." Lama Su says and gestures to you. You stand for the Jedi to see you well. He looks you up and down then looks back to Lama Su.

"The army?" Obi-Wan asks.

"Yes. A clone army, and I must say one of the finest we've ever created." Lama Su said.

"Tell me, Prime Minister, when my Master first contacted you about the army. Did he say who it was for?" Obi-Wan asks.

"Of course he did." Lama Su said then wiped some lint off of his skirts. "This army is for the Republic, but you must be anxious to inspect the units for yourself." Lama Su says.

"That's why I'm here." Obi-Wan says. Lama Su gets up, and you follow behind him and Obi-Wan with Taun We walking with you. You round a corner and look out over the growth pods. Your future little brothers all in the making, and were all special in their own way. Obi-Wan looked at you over his shoulder then turned to Lama Su.

"They're very impressive." He says and Lama Su nods.

"I'd hoped you would be pleased." Lama Su straightened back up after saying that. "Clones can think creatively you will find that they are immensely superior to droids. We take great pride in our combat education and training programs. This group was created about 5 years ago." Lama Su said as he looked out at a slightly younger group of clones. Obi-Wan turned to look at you.

"You mentioned growth acceleration." Obi-Wan said while continuing to hold eye contact with you.

"Oh yes. It's essential otherwise a mature clone would take a lifetime to grow. Now we can do it in half the time." Lama Su said as he turned back to you. "This is one of our more advanced clones. She is only a standard 8 years old, but looks and acts nearly 20 standard years."

"I see." Obi-Wan said and you all continued on the tour.

"They are totally obedient taking any order without question. We modified their genetic structure to make them less independent than the original host." Lama Su informs the Jedi who continues to observe the clones.

"And who was the original host?" Obi-Wan asks.

"A bounty hunter called Jango Fett." Lama Su says.

"And where is this bounty hunter now?" Obi-Wan asks.

"Oh we keep him here. Apart from his pay, which is considerable, Fett demanded only one thing. An unaltered clone for himself. Curious isn't it?" Lama Su says astonished.

"Unaltered?" Obi-Wan asks.

"Pure genetic replication. No tampering with the structure to make it more docile and no growth acceleration." Lama Su says and Obi-Wan once again turns his gaze back to you.

"I shall very much like to meet this Jango Fett." Obi-Wan says.

"I will be very happy to arrange it for you." Taun We says.

"What is her story? I believe if they're clones she would not be here." Obi-Wan says and Lama Su pats your shoulder.

"She was a happy accident. She is a very rare multiple defect clone." Lama Su says and you look away slightly ashamed.

"Multiple defect?" Obi-Wan asks.

"Yes. She is a twin. Not from multiples made like her, but she sprouted from another clone when he was placed in production. She holds immense levels of intelligence and has one of the best scientific and developmental minds. Any information you feed to her, her mind holds that information and files it away for later use." Lama Su said and Obi-Wan took a step closer to you. He had to look slightly up to be able to still be looking at your face though.

"And she came out a girl?" Obi-Wan asked.

"We did not know she was a girl until we separated them a year after they started to grow. However, it has not hindered her abilities. She is one of our top specimens, and thought it would be wise for you to beable to meet one of the best." Lama Su said.

"If I may, Prime Minister?" You said and he nodded for you to continue. "Why didn't you have him meet Commander Cody? He's the best non-defective clone you have." You ask him.

"I believe it to be prudent to show that even our defective clones are just as good, if not better, than our regular clones." Lama Su says.

"Does she have a name?" Obi-Wan asks.

"We typically assign numbers to our clones, and she is CT-9902-B. However, her unit has taken to calling her (Y/n)." Lama Su answers. "You may return to your normal duties (Y/n)." You bow your head to the Prime Minister and then to Obi-Wan.

"It was nice to meet you (Y/n)." Obi-Wan calls after you.

~Obi-Wan's POV~

I watch her walk away for a moment before the feeling that she gave off left with her. Odd, very odd. Something about her future that I could sense that would be horrific and traumatic.

"If it would be okay with you Prime Minister I would also like to talk to (Y/n) again. The Force was trying to tell me something while she was around." I tell Lama Su.

"I will gladly set that up for you in the future." Taun We said and we headed off to find this 'Jango Fett'.

~Regular POV~

The feeling that was in the air dispersed the further I got from the Jedi. I sat down at the table in our barracks and pulled my armor from my trunk to finish it.

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[ikeromantic]

Hi Yozzie!

Congratulations on your followers! I would love to request:

Mitsunari - because there can never be enough Mitsunari fic

Xenial - because I am curious to see how you do it

And: ☃

That last one might be too small to see, but it is a snowman.

Thank you in advance, and congratulations again!

Oooh so this was tough. Mitsunari and Xenial . . . hrm. And snowman. Well. Here goes! Approx. 1500 words of fluffiness and hospitality (or should I say omotenashi? ^_^ )

Mitsunari was pleased to spend the winter with his love in Sawayama. It promised to be a long, wet season and he looked forward to spending those cold days snuggled up with her and all the books he’d sent here to wait for him. 

The first few weeks went exactly as planned. He spent the days with his books while the chatelaine sewed and stitched. She even made a cute little rain coat for Kitty. And the nights, they spent in each other’s arms. It was perfect. No interruptions, everything in its place, planned out and scheduled. 

At least, until the day it snowed. 

Mitsunari didn’t notice the snow or the cold. He was reading a campaign account that detailed marching provisions. Hungry armies did not win wars, and so this was a topic close to his heart. The room around him disappeared and even the words of the text were gone. He was there, in the column of warriors as they scoured the countryside for food. And in the strategy tent, debating supply columns. 

Deep in thought, he only became tangentially aware of the room when the page slid sideways. Or, no, it was him. He was being pushed side to side. Rocking back and forth, with a pair of hands braced on his shoulder. 

“Mitsunari?”

He looked up, still trying to get his mind back from the hungry march to wherever he was. Sawayama. And whoever this was. The chatelaine. “Is something wrong?” He blinked up at her.

“No. Just - look! It’s snowing!” She smiled, her expression full of a childish excitement.

“Snow?” 

She pulled him up to standing and out of the room. 

He followed in a half-daze, neither fully with her or in his own head. The sense of disorientation increased the further they moved from his study. They went through a door onto a covered walkway. Mitsunari blinked in the sudden brightness, his eyes stinging. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” The chatelaine leaned against him, snuggling into his side. 

The world finally shifted into place and Mitsunari looked down at her with a certain amount of surprise. She looked so happy that he had to smile too, even if he didn’t quite understand it. 

She pointed out toward the garden. “Everything looks different like this. It’s like magic.”

He followed her gaze and took in the garden. The ground was covered in a few inches of soft white snow. The bare branches and small patches of winter greenery were glazed with ice, shining in the diffuse light. 

“I was thinking maybe later, we can build a snowman together?” She tugged at his sleeve. “We could do a snowball fight and make a snow-fort!”

“I don’t think the volume of snow corresponds to your planned usage.” He pulled his glasses off and put them in their case. “A snow-fort requires a minimum volume of -” Mitsunari paused, doing the math in his head. Assuming she was his baseline measure, it would need to be at least half her height and wide enough to fit 2-3 of her . . .

“Mitsunari. Hey.” She touched his cheek lightly. “Don’t overthink it.”

He smiled at her, letting the calculation drop. Her hand was so warm and soft on his cheek. He leaned into the touch, allowing himself to enjoy it. Mitsunari reflected with some embarrassment that he’d first believed her a distraction. And now she was the reason for his focus. Her happiness the measurable outcome of his work. 

“Let’s wait until the snowfall stops, and then we can spend the day together.” The chatelaine batted her eyelashes at him and of course, he could not say no. 

The next morning dawned bright and cold. A perfect day for playing in the thick, white blanket of snow that covered everything in sight. There still wasn’t enough for a snow fort, but there was at least enough to make a decent sized snowman. 

Mitsunari attacked the project with precision. In order for the snowman to be approximately the same height as his love, the base would need to be slightly wider than a lunge-step, while the the second ball would be the diameter of his sword length. Perhaps a ramp would be a good idea, although lifting it where she could see him -

“You look so serious!” The chatelaine poked him in the shoulder as they rolled the bottom ball of snow into place. 

“I do? Oh!” He touched his face with cold fingers. “No, I’m definitely smiling.”

She laughed. “Well you are now!”

He felt his smile widen until his cheeks hurt. Her laughter filled his heart until it hurt. “Did I remember to tell you today that I love you?” 

Her eyes went wide. “I think so? Maybe when we woke up?”

“Then I should say it again. To be sure.” He brushed a kiss onto her cheek, as light as a snowflake. “I love you.”

She shivered with something other than cold. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes were warm. “You can’t just spring it on a girl like that! I have to prepare myself.”

“You do?” He blinked. “Then I will try to give you more warning next time.”

Her hug took him by surprise, and they nearly fell over into the snow. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. “Thank you for spending today with me.”

Mitsunari’s smile fell. Today. Yes. Since they’d come, he spent every day working. He hadn’t asked if she felt welcomed or happy, if she had everything she needed. He felt a sudden flush of shame. “Have you . . . been happy here?”

She looked up at him, confused. “Sure? Everyone is very nice. And since it’s just us, I have a lot of time to work on my projects.” She kissed his chin. “Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl.” 

He nodded, and allowed a smile to return to his face, but he still felt troubled. Mitsunari didn’t let that stop him from helping her finish the snowman. They rolled up the second ball (he did lift it in front of her, to appropriate coos of appreciation), and the third. 

The chatelaine used bright stones for his eyes and gave him a smile made from frozen leaves. She stuck a branch in the middle for his nose, and then put a hand to her hip. “I wish we had a carrot for the nose. I know you don’t like them, but the orange would be so pretty and bright.” She tapped her lip thoughtfully. “Maybe I can borrow a daikon from the kitchen. It might work better.”

“A daikon? That won’t show up against the snow.” Mitsunari tilted his head. “What about gobo?”

“Yeah. That could work.” She shrugged. “It’s fine. He looks great. I’ll just tie a hat on him and he will be perfect.” The chatelaine ran inside to find a hat and some ribbon. 

Mitsunari was still thinking about carrots. He despised them. But if it would bring her a bit of happiness . . . really, getting a carrot for their snowman was the least he could do. It would make the snowman more like ones she built in her time, and then she would feel more at home. Yes. This was what he must do.

By the time she returned, floppy straw hat in hand, he’d made up his mind. “Let’s go to the market.”

“What? Why?” She looked back at him as she tied the hat onto the ball of snow that served as the snowman’s head. 

“There is something we need to get.” He smiled at her and whatever she saw in his face made her cheeks heat. 

“You’re being awfully mysterious.” She finished with the hat and came back to his side. “Is it a new book? A letter waiting in town? Or . . . did someone come for a visit?”

Mitsunari chuckled. “None of those things. Just, we need to get . . . a carrot.” He said the last word with a little trepidation. “Not for eating. It won’t be allowed in the kitchen. It’s just for the snowman.”

It was her turn to giggle. “Mitsunari, you don’t need to do that. He’s perfect just the way he is.”

“Maybe. But it’s the only thing you’ve asked for since we got here. And if it will make you even a little happier, it is worth it.” 

“You really are angelic.” She sighed and took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers. “I don’t need a carrot to be happier. The thing I like best today is just getting to do something with you.”

Mitsunari rubbed his eyes, feeling an unexpected stinging. Was it tears? Happy tears? He turned his head to hide his face while he scrubbed them away. He never expected to matter so much to someone. “We should do this more often then.”

The chatelaine squeezed his hand gently. “We should! I don’t want to distract you from your work, but maybe, every few days? We could do something, just the two of us?”

He pulled her into his arms, unable to restrain the sudden surge of affection. “Yes. I want to do that. This, I mean.” Mitsunari kissed her then, with all the urgency and awkwardness and passion that was in him.

The chatelaine was a book of herself, infinitely complex and ever-changing. A book he could never tire of reading and would never reach the end of. He loved her more than anything else in this life, his beacon, partner, friend, and lover.

[divinedomesticity]

Enhancing Your Organic Garden: The Joy and Benefits of Hanging Birdhouses

Creating a thriving organic garden is a rewarding endeavor that not only provides you with fresh, healthy produce but also contributes to a balanced ecosystem. One often-overlooked yet highly effective way to complement your organic gardening practices is by attracting birds. Birds are natural pest controllers, and inviting them into your garden can help manage harmful insect populations. One of the best ways to attract these feathered friends is by hanging birdhouses. Let’s explore the many benefits of hanging birdhouses and how they can transform your garden into a harmonious haven.

The Role of Birds in Organic Gardening

1. Natural Pest Control: Birds are excellent at keeping insect populations in check. Many species, such as bluebirds, chickadees, and wrens, have diets that primarily consist of insects. By inviting these birds into your garden, you’re enlisting natural pest control agents who will help reduce the number of harmful bugs, such as aphids, caterpillars, and beetles, that can damage your plants.

2. Pollination Partners: While birds are known for their pest control abilities, some, like hummingbirds, also play a role in pollination. They help transfer pollen from one flower to another, aiding in the reproduction of many plants and contributing to the overall health and diversity of your garden.

3. Soil Health: Birds contribute to soil health by breaking down organic matter and helping to cycle nutrients through their droppings. This natural fertilization process enriches the soil, promoting robust plant growth.

Attracting Birds with Birdhouses

Hanging birdhouses in your garden is a simple yet effective way to attract birds. Here are some tips to make your garden bird-friendly:

1. Choose the Right Birdhouse: Different bird species have different preferences when it comes to nesting sites. Research which birds are native to your area and select birdhouses that cater to their specific needs. For example, bluebirds prefer houses with a 1.5-inch entrance hole, while wrens prefer a smaller 1-inch hole.

2. Placement Matters: Place birdhouses in locations that mimic the natural habitats of your target bird species. Ensure they are safe from predators and positioned at the correct height. For example, bluebird houses should be mounted 4-6 feet off the ground in open areas, while wren houses can be placed 6-10 feet high in more sheltered spots.

3. Keep It Clean: Maintain your birdhouses by cleaning them out after each nesting season. This helps prevent the spread of disease and parasites, ensuring a healthy environment for the birds.

4. Provide Fresh Water: Birds need water for drinking and bathing. Installing a birdbath or a small water feature can make your garden even more attractive to birds.

The Benefits of Birdhouses in Your Garden

1. Enhanced Pest Control: With birds regularly visiting your garden, you’ll notice a significant reduction in the population of harmful insects. This natural pest control means fewer chemicals and pesticides are needed, keeping your garden truly organic.

2. Increased Biodiversity: Birds add to the biodiversity of your garden. Their presence creates a more balanced ecosystem, where natural checks and balances can thrive. This biodiversity is crucial for the resilience and health of your garden.

3. Educational Opportunities: Birdwatching can be a delightful and educational activity for the whole family. Observing birds up close provides opportunities to learn about different species, their behaviors, and their roles in the ecosystem.

4. Aesthetic and Auditory Delight: Birds bring beauty and joy to any garden. Their vibrant colors, songs, and playful behaviors enhance the garden’s atmosphere, making it a peaceful and enchanting place to spend time.

Bringing It Home

As homemakers and gardeners, we have the power to create beautiful, sustainable environments that nourish both our families and the planet. By incorporating birdhouses into your organic gardening practices, you’re not only inviting charming avian visitors into your garden but also harnessing their natural abilities to maintain a healthy and balanced ecosystem.

Hanging birdhouses is a simple yet impactful step toward a thriving organic garden. The benefits are numerous, from natural pest control to increased biodiversity and the sheer joy of birdwatching. So, take a moment to add a few birdhouses to your garden. You’ll be rewarded with a vibrant, pest-free garden and the delightful presence of your new feathered friends.

Happy gardening, and may your garden be filled with the sweet songs of birds!

With green thumbs and warm hearts,

Kimmi

[zelda7999]

There's an unexpected explosion in the lab involving glass. Neon gets a few little cuts. Eclipse then proceeds to carefully examine every inch of them, hands everywhere, gentle and searching. Especially the face. Carefully tilting the chin up so he can thoroughly search and make certain Neon's face isn't cut up, but then getting momentarily distracted by how lovely neon's eyes are and the cute little blush rising up in her cheeks. >:3

After hoarding this like a dragon sitting on a pile of gold-- I am finally going to let it out into the wild and do something with it LMAO

Since you laid before me such a wonderful base, I shall continue off that~

lil drabble blow the cut vvv

You giggle as the hands glide over you, checking for injuries desperately to ensure you're alright. As he makes his way up to your face, his hands steady your shoulders and two others brush the hair away from your face. You don't feel any cuts on your face, however, Eclipse pauses and stares at you for a long time. Then one hand cups your cheek, a thumb gently brushing against you. The two of you continue looking at each other, the blush on your face rising as you linger in this position.

"Neon, have I ever told you you're beautiful?"

The blush only increases, "Your eyes are stunning. I could look all day."

You watch his own eyes flicker between your cheeks and back up to your eyes. Your turn to give some affection back. With a slight turn of your face, you kiss his hand. Taking it in your own and peppering kisses on his palm before pressing it back against your face. Eclipse's face is melting with adoration, a half-lidded look of pure love.

"Eclipse, have I ever told you how explosive my love for you is?"

"No, but-"

You lean forward, standing on your tiptoes so you can reach his slightly bent-over form. Your lips meet his smile as he cuts himself off. A sweet staticy sigh escapes him and the other lab techs in the room heave an even heavier sigh.

You pull back, only for two hands to cup your face and pull you back in for another kiss. You happily lean into it.

Once finished you lean back again and utter a quick apology to the other lab techs. They wave you off with smiles and eye rolls, they are more than used to it by now. That doesn't, and won't ever stop you from apologizing every time the two of you get carried away.

Eclipse on the other hand instead straightens to his full height with a broad smile, "I couldn't find any more cuts on them! So let's get back to it!"

[vividracing]

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New Leveling Kit for the 2023+ Toyota Sequoia - Who Is It For and Do You Need It?

Hey fellow overlanding enthusiasts! If you’re like me and you take your Toyota Sequoia TRD Pro off the beaten path, then you know how crucial ground clearance is. That’s why I’m excited to share with you the latest upgrade I’ve made to my rig: the AFE Power Leveling Kit.

Want to skip the lengthy words and just check out the leveling kit? Check out now at Vivid Racing – 

aFe Control 2.5″ Front & 1″ Rear Leveling Kit Toyota Sequoia | Tundra TRD Pro Hybrid V6-3.4L (tt) 2023-2024

Part Number: 416-72T009-R

Let’s dive into the details of this game-changing leveling kit:

1. 2.5-Inch Front and 1-Inch Rear Lift:

This isn’t just about aesthetics; it’s about performance. With an extra 2.5 inches in the front and 1 inch in the rear, you’ll have the clearance you need to tackle rough terrain with confidence.

2. CNC Machined 6061 Billet Aluminum:

AFE Power doesn’t mess around when it comes to quality. The use of CNC machined 6061 billet aluminum ensures durability and precision, so you can trust that this kit will withstand whatever the trail throws at it.

3. Red Anodized Finish:

Not only does this leveling kit perform like a champ, but it also looks the part. The sleek red anodized finish adds a touch of style to your Sequoia while signaling to others that you mean business.

4. Increases Front Ground Clearance:

Say goodbye to bottoming out on rocks and debris. With increased ground clearance in the front, you’ll be able to navigate obstacles with ease, giving you the freedom to explore new off-road destinations.

5. Easy Bolt-On Installation, Requires no Modifications:

As someone who’s not particularly handy with tools, I appreciate products that are easy to install. The AFE Power Leveling Kit bolts right on without the need for any modifications, saving you time and headaches.

6. Does not Fit Vehicles Equipped with AVS Option:

It’s important to note that this leveling kit may not be compatible with Sequoias equipped with the AVS option. Be sure to double-check before making your purchase.

So, why am I so excited about this leveling kit? Well, aside from the obvious benefits it brings to my off-road adventures, it’s also a testament to the dedication of the folks at AFE Power to produce top-notch products for the overlanding community.

Whether you’re hitting the trails for a weekend getaway or embarking on an epic overland journey, the AFE Power Leveling Kit will help elevate your Sequoia to new heights (literally).

So, what are you waiting for? It’s time to level up your overlanding game with the AFE Power Leveling Kit. Trust me, your Sequoia will thank you for it.

Happy trails!

[marionrav]

Sweater resizing

There's a million tutorials out there, but I'm just talking about what I'm working on.

In the sweater I'm working on, the sleeves seem to be on the bicep. It strongly looks like there's a box pleat at the top, which is a very common 1940's style shaping. Here's a video by Engineering Knits with a similar "make a tab at the top of the sleeve" instruction, and I strongly suspect the sleeve will sew up a similar way.

So, let's start with the instructions. For copyright, and poor quality scan reasons, I'll rewrite these in my own words. "Using a knitted on cast on, cast on 44 stitches and knit in the back of the stitches. Then increase at the start end the end of a row, working all other stitches in pattern, and work a row normally in pattern. Repeat until you have 82 stitches. Cast off 3 stitches at the start of the next 4 rows. Cast off 1 stitch at the beginning of each row until you are back at 44 stitches. Knit in pattern for 3 inches. Cast off. To sew up, connect sleeve seams, work seams into the armscye, pleat in fullness at top of arm."

The original row gauge is 6 stitches to the inch, and 6 rows to the inch. I'm closer to 6 stitches to the inch and closer to 8 rows to the inch.

So, let's do some math. The sleeve is originally 7 inches around, in a stretchy broken rib pattern. Let's look at a size chart to see how this works for standard "modern" sizing. Looking at the actual size of the stitches, you've got a 30 inch waist / high hip, a 35 inch bust (pattern mentions a 34 inch bust), and now we know the bicep ish is 7 inches. It's probably meant to be snug on the arm to not slide down and lose the poof at the top of the shoulder.

So, measure your own bicep. I like some room in my sleeves, so I measured around my arm with a finger under the tape and got about 15". My cast on is 90 stitches.

Now 38 stitches, every other row, that is between 76 to 75 rows, depending on if you end on a blank row. That'll come out to about 12 inches in height. Now, I need to calculate how big I need to go. Lazy math says it's a little under double the stitches, but let's do the proper math. 82 divided by 44 says you've got a ratio of 1.86 and some repeating numbers. That makes sense, since we already know it's a bit less than two.

Multiply it times 90, and we get 167.7272 repeating. The next nearest even number is 168, so we need to add 78 stitches over 12 inches.

If you do the original instructions of "increase pattern increase, blank row in pattern," then you'll get 78 rows. 12 times 8 = 96 rows. Therefore, add another blank row during your early increases 18 times to get yourself up to 96 rows. The slightly slower pitch will just give you more of a cuff at the bottom.

How do you decrease? You remove 12 stitches over 4 rows. That means you go from 82 to 70. The ratio of that is 70 divided by 82 = .85365. I'm at 168 and the ratio says I'm going to 143.4 - let's say that's 26 stitches removed.

Now, the upper part of the sleeve is decreased one each row from 70 to 44. That means 30 rows happen from the start of the decreases to the end of the decreases. That should be 5 inches. We instead have 40 rows to play with.

7, 7, 6, 6 = 4 rows and 26 stitches, ending at 142

2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 = 20 stitches, over 10 rows

2, 2, 2, 2 = 8 over 4 rows. (22 rows left, 24 stitches left)

2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1,

1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 = 24 stitches over 22 rows

Could this be a more "elegant" decrease pattern? Sure. But this would get you close to the "size" of the decreases wanted, while preserving the ratio of puff the original wanted.

[tryctophobia]

Fallen Diligence Sans

A version of Fell Sans who absorbed the Justice and Patience souls after they convinced him to stop Frisk from doing the Genocide Route again and again. They called to him from inside their jars at the barrier, I guess. I dunno.

Outfit gets a yellow, cyan, dark mint, and bloodred redo, and the 3 souls (his and the 2 human ones) fuse into a mint-colored one with the "Diligence" trait (1, he can temporarily detach the 2 human souls from his own and retain the Diligence trait, and 2, he retains this change even through a reset, along with his memories. Yada yada, something about him absorbing the DT of the human souls, yada yada, minor timeline control or somethin', idk. How should I know how it works? Its not like I'm the creator of the AU or anything...oh). He grew around 5 inches in height. He doesn't dodge, so the souls decided to put their efforts into protecting him (aka raising his hp and defense). He now has 2700 HP and 95 defense. His damage is increased to 27, but he no longer ignores i frames. Likes the cold, and people started calling him Mint. Coincidentally, his food preference is mint-flavored... anything, really. He dislikes Hotland, and prefers to stay in Snowdin when given the chance. Papyrus still orders him about, but is afraid of Sans’s new powers (and jealous of his new look).

Powers:

Diligence Blaster; A Gaster Blaster with notably more sharp edges than normal, a light green tint, and a yellow eye and a cyan eye (for artistic purposes, the eyes are interchangeable). A bit more powerful than your typical blaster, and can be used to ram or bite opponents.

Diligence Bones; Light green bones with sharpened tips. Inflicts Bleeding instead of Karma (BD applies only to diligence bones, the non-kaboomy Exploding Knives, and his counterattack in phase 2. Mint doesn't utilize KR whatsoever).

Colored Bones; Typical blue and orange bones, but also yellow and cyan bones. The yellow ones can be shot, and the cyan ones move slow until they get near their target, at which point they move faster than can be dodged even by a Patience soul (explained later).

Boxes Bombs and Blasts; Mettaton's boxes and bombs, and small pyramids that make a fairly large explosion upon contact with anything. They all have a yellow tint.

Exploding Knives; Exactly what the name implies. Thrown knives that explode on contact (they also come in a less kaboomy variety). Have a cyan tint.

Teleportation; Also called a shortcut.

Save States; Can make a one-use save point only he can access that saves his location and health (like, if he's injured, he can use the save state to retreat and heal), but does not apply to the timeline. Time will continue as it was when he loads a save state, regardless of when he saved. It takes a decent amount of power to manifest and use (he doesn't regain the power used to make or load the save state when he uses it).

Integrity; Can turn someone's soul blue and choose which way it's oriented. No more than 3 people at a time (this applies to the other 2 traits as well).

Justice; Can turn someone's soul yellow. We've all seen it, it gives someone a yellow gun. The stronger the individual, the stronger the bullet. Can be charged for a larger blast. Out of politeness (and the rules of battle), the bullets will not hit the enemy but are instead used to counter some attacks (aka yellow bones, boxes, bombs, and the kaboomy triangles).

Patience; Can turn someone's soul cyan. The cyan soul gives the user blinding speed, but only when they need it. They can dodge most attacks, but can't move otherwise.

Anti-Gravity Slippers; Can control his own gravitational orientation (hehe big smart words)

Integrity Slam: Slams the enemy into any wall, ceiling, or floor by using a strong gravitational force. Doesn't do a whole lot of damage, is non-fatal, and takes a lot of energy to consistently repeat. Mostly used for holding someone in place *very* violently.

Finger Guns; Pew pew, Cuphead style. Not very strong, but can be fired in quick succession with next to no energy consumption.

Patience is Rewarded; The longer he stands still, the faster he regains energy.

Soul Sling; Removes the Justice and Patience souls temporarily to throw them in the form of an energy ball. Explodes on contact, and the souls return to him undamaged.

If he takes enough damage, the Justice and Patience souls will shatter, which will piss him off and make him more determined 'n stuff. He'll take more damage, but he's faster and hits harder. He no longer has Soul Sling, Exploding Knives, Boxes Bombs and Blasts, or control over the Justice and Patience traits, his control over Integrity is weakened, and his bones and blaster turn dark red (the blasters eyes turn cherry red). He gains a single attack in this phase.

Fuck Off; Uses 2 bones as defense, to deflect hits and counterattack.

Lore 'n Stuff:

Pacifist Route: When Frisk enters Snowdin, Sans is especially distrustful of their kindness, as the whole reason he absorbed the souls was to stop the Genocide. When Frisk gets to the entrance of Waterfall, Sans appears behind them, makes them turn around, grabs them by the shirt, and says "you got a whole lotta nerve waltzing through town like you're a fucking god. first you go around killing us monsters, then once something finally changes, you act like nothing happened. try that again, and see where you end up. ... or don't. i'm not looking to add to my body count anymore." before walking backwards a step, turning around, shrugging, and saying, "but what's one more death, eh? it's not like you'll stay dead anyway." He then teleports away and avoids Frisk until he sells them a single chimichanga in Hotland, after which he says, "y'know, no matter how hot this furnace of a place gets, it won't be as hot as the personal hell i'll put you in. ... time for my lunch break with the boss." before teleporting away. The last encounter with him is in the Final Corridor, when he fights Frisk. Instead of continually sparing him, Frisk instead has to talk to him for 27 turns, before finally convincing him that Frisk really did have a change of heart. He can be betrayal killed, and he gives enough EXP to get Frisk to LV 14. No G tho. When he's spared, he apologizes to Frisk (with attitude, of course). No changes to the Pacifist ending from the original AU. In True Pacifist, he's more friendly and doesn't fight you, as he remembers the previous Pacifist Route.

Genocide Route: When Sans sees Frisk enter Snowdin Forest, covered in dust, he greets them in his usual manner, with the classic "don't you know how to greet a new pal?" but when Frisk turns around and shakes his hand, he twists their arm and says, "but you're not a new pal, now are ya, human?" before promptly teleporting away. Once Frisk beats Papyrus, Sans will stand at the entrance to Waterfall, blocking their path. "sorry, kiddo, the only way to waterfall is through m e ." This is the first of 2 fights. This fight plays out the same as the Pacifist one, except for 2 things; 1, attempting to betrayal kill him results in him encasing you in bones and using his blaster repeatedly until you die, saying "nope." and 2, when he gets low hp, he flees, saying "fuck you. i got better shit to do." Frisk doesn't see him again until the Final Corridor, and there's no warning, the fight starts immediately (there's a save point and box in the corridor if you die). His intro speech is as follows: "y'know, i remember everything. every decaying, dying bird...every dried-up, wilting flower. and if you keep going...I'M GONNA HAVE SOME F U N ." When Frisk gets him to low enough hp (aka attacking him 20-25 times), he says "no!" as the human souls seperate from his own to block what would've been the last attack, shattering in the process. He looks at his hands, and then looks at the player. He says, "you fucking bastard. you killed the two friends i had left. ... y'know what, no more slacking. no more jokes, no more fun. you need to die, right now, and i'll make sure it happens." before loading his final save state and summoning 2 melee bones (there is a checkpoint once phase 2 starts, but you can choose to go though phase 1 again). Phase 2 has harder attacks, but less variety to them, as he lost access to a buncha attacks. He blocks and counterattacks 27 times. He only needs to be hit 3 times after that to kill him. The rest of the route continues as normal.

Neutral Route(s): He doesn't fight Frisk, he just takes every chance he's given to mess with or insult them. If Papyrus is killed, he says, "good riddance. ... you...you did me a favor, kid. don't start thinking i loved that jerk."

[czenzo]

Seven Years – Chapter VII

[ao3] chapter links: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ]

summary: Charlie swung the door open, and his world promptly came crashing down around him. It had been seven years since Charlie last saw Nick Nelson, but he had barely changed – aside from the extra inch or so of height, the beard, and the fact he’d put on a bit of weight and muscle. Charlie’s brain couldn’t process it quickly enough, and so he simply stood, slack-jawed, waiting for Nick to say something.

Seven years after they broke up, Nick suddenly shows up at Charlie’s door, changing the course of their adult lives.

words: 2217 rating: M

note: I hate to spoil some of the contents of this chapter but I should point out that parts of this increased the fic's rating to an M. there's nothing outright explicit – just some hot and heavy build-up, and then a fade to black – but you can guess what happens. it's not vital to the story, so if you'd rather give it a miss, stop reading at "Nick didn’t hesitate to comply." and resume after the line break.

thank you again for all the love! I hope you enjoy this sweet little conclusion :)

“Nick.”

“Charlie,” Nick breathed. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his clothes were completely saturated with the rain, but he made no attempt to shelter himself from it. Instead, he stood staring at Charlie, wide-eyed and hopeful, and it tugged at something deep in Charlie’s stomach.

Nick came back.

“Why are you–” Charlie shook his head. “Your train? I thought–”

“I missed it.”

“But–”

“Called in sick. I needed to talk to you.”

“What?”

“I needed to talk to you,” Nick said again, rushing his words. “About last night.”

“Last night?”

“The kiss, Charlie.”

The kiss.

The kiss.

“The kiss?”

“I thought you didn’t remember it, so I pretended I didn’t either, even though I would have given anything to do it again. And then you left, and I was alone with my thoughts, and I ended up speaking to a friend about it and then she bluntly knocked a world of sense into me. She said that you probably remembered too, but were pretending just like I was.”

Charlie simply stared at him, stunned into silence.

Nick was almost begging when he added, “Please tell me she was right.”

“You remember.”

“Can I come inside?”

“Oh– Oh, my god, yes, I’m so sorry,” Charlie said in a hurry, remembering that he was, in fact, still standing in the middle of the path to his building in the pouring rain. He fumbled for his keys and ushered Nick inside. “Jesus, how long were you stood waiting in that?”

Nick took a second to reply. “A while.”

The two entered Charlie’s flat, shivering as they pulled off their water-logged shoes and peeled away their outer layers of clothing. Out of pure habit, Charlie offered him some tea, and soon they were sat on opposite ends of the couch, cradling mugs and soaking up the warmth within them.

Charlie wasn’t sure if he appreciated or hated the extensive space between them.

“So,” he said.

“So,” Nick repeated.

Charlie took a breath, and sipped his tea. It grounded him, even if it was what felt like his sixth mug of it that day. “Did you mean it? When you said you’d– you’d want to do it again?”

“Yes.”

“Then why did you pretend to forget?”

“Because it’s all so confusing.” Nick shook his head, and if it weren’t for the mug in his hands it seemed like he’d be wildly gesticulating. “Feelings – all of this – you. It’s confusing and hard to navigate and it was easier to take the coward’s way out than face it all head-on. You pretended, too. You must know what it was like.”

“I pretended because I felt stupid for actually believing we could be a… a thing, again. When I realised you didn’t remember the kiss – or at least, you made me think you didn’t remember – it was like a slap of reality. Is it actually realistic to think we could go back to the way things used to be?”

“No. It’s not.” Nick shook his head, and Charlie’s heart sank. “But,” Nick continued, “we’ve both changed a lot since then. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing, right? Things wouldn’t be exactly the same as they used to be, but maybe that’s the fun part. Something new.” He stopped to worry at his bottom lip with his teeth, and looked down into his mug as he added, “I’m willing to try.”

Something inside Charlie clicked into place. “Please,” he said, putting his mug down. “Please stop talking and just kiss me again.”

Nick didn’t hesitate to comply.

Within seconds, the space between them vanished and was replaced with crashing lips, roaming hands, and two bodies desperately trying to find a comfortable position to press against one another in. Strong hands moved to rest firmly on Charlie’s sides and used the purchase to manoeuvre him, pulling him up and over so he straddled Nick’s thighs, allowing him to feel every twitch and bulge of muscle as Nick shifted beneath him.

This kiss was nothing like the one they shared at the hotel – it was infinitely better. No drunken fumbling, no rushed sloppiness, no worries of the consequences they’d face the next morning. Now they were sober, and aware of their mutual desperation and want, and it made Charlie breathless in the best way.

His soberness also enlightened him to the joys of Nick’s beard. It hadn’t been something he’d paid any mind to back at the hotel, but now, fully awake and alert as he pressed his tongue into Nick’s mouth, he could feel the oddly pleasant scratching of the beard against his lips, and it did nothing but make him feel even woozier. He stretched his palms and fingers across the expanses of Nick’s biceps and gently dragged his nails against the skin. Nick let out a small noise that sent blood rushing down Charlie’s body, and then bucked and pulled him down by the waist, pressing their groins together in a delightfully obscene motion.

Charlie couldn’t help but whine.

“Is this okay?” was Nick’s murmured response, his lips lingering just millimetres away from Charlie’s. Charlie wasn’t capable of thinking of a coherent response, so he simply nodded and kissed him again, snaking his hands up behind Nick's neck and burying his fingertips in his hair. The noises Nick made with each gentle tug were needy and dirty, and Charlie would treasure the memory of them.

Messing around in their teens had been great, but fuck, the seven-year build-up to this made it so much better than any sex they’d had back then. Their sheer desperation had them reaching to pull off as many clothes as possible long before either of them realised they should move it to the bedroom. Eventually, they stumbled out of the living room and towards Charlie’s bed, hands barely leaving one another’s bodies as they narrowly missed crashing into walls and doorframes along the way.

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[Elle] Charlie! It was so lovely to see you earlier. Let us know if you need anything <3

[Tao] I hope u are actually getting work done [Tao] and not just thinking about nicholas [Tao] or [Tao] you had ur magical train station moment and now are too busy making out with him to look at ur phone

[Tara] Hope you’re doing ok charlie !! Let us know if nick ends up pulling a dick move. We’re here for you :) [Tara] Also, I think darcy’s found another crab picture. Brace yourself

[Darcy] i found a crab picture i somehow didnt show you earlier [Darcy] [upsidedowncrab.jpg] [Darcy] it got stuck in the sand but every time i tried to flip it back over it kept snipping at me [Darcy] so rude honestly

Charlie squinted at his phone screen, eyesight still blurry with sleep. When he’d woken up he had spotted it lying on his bedroom floor, having fallen out of his jeans pocket in a certain someone’s desperation to pull them off. He’d only wanted to check the time – today had been an odd one, and the hours were blurring together; it was somehow already late afternoon – but got distracted by the texts his friends had sent earlier.

Nick stirred and moved to press himself against Charlie’s back, murmuring into his shoulder, “You okay?”

“Yeah, was just checking the time. Today’s been weird.”

“A good weird or a bad weird?”

“Absolutely horrible. I want to forget it and pretend it never happened.”

Nick gently bit his earlobe. “Don’t even joke about that, Char.”

Charlie snorted and batted him away, then quickly scrolled through the rest of his missed notifications.

“Was that Tao texting you?”

“The guys from school, yeah,” Charlie replied. “I was with them earlier.”

There was a long pause before a response came. “What do they think of me?”

“They still love you, Nick.” Charlie tossed his phone onto the nightstand and turned to face him, shuffling in so close their heads shared a pillow and the duvet cocooned them into one singular warm being. Their limbs entwined like vines, though no matter how close they pressed together, Charlie didn’t think it would ever be enough. What he’d give to become one with Nick Nelson, to share a mind, thoughts, feelings, sensations. To be whole. Inseparable.

The closest thing he would get to that was this – swaddled in bed, cosy and warm, chests pressed together and fingers interlocking between them.

Nick’s voice was so quiet when he spoke that Charlie almost missed it. “Are you sure?”

“They care about me,” Charlie said, and smiled to himself. “And they want the best for me. Forget what happened back then – if you’re enough to make me happy now, then that’s more than enough for them.”

“Am I enough?”

Charlie gently rested his forehead against Nick’s. “Of course you are.”

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“Oh. My train’s delayed.”

Charlie followed Nick’s line of sight to the digital board looming above the station platform.

“Another ten minutes stuck with me,” he said, punctuating his sentence with a drawn-out sigh. “Such a shame.”

“My worst nightmare,” Nick replied with a growing grin. Suitcase forgotten at his side, he reached out to rest a hand on Charlie’s waist and gently tugged him closer. “Whatever shall I do, Mr Spring?”

“You could kiss me a few more times.”

“Happy to oblige.”

Several kisses were planted around Charlie’s face, garnering the attention of nearby onlookers, though the extra pairs of eyes on them did nothing to slow Nick down.

“Okay, okay,” Charlie said through laughter. “I’m all kissed out.”

“I’m trying to make up for the years of kisses we missed out on.”

“Well, you can continue to do so when I see you this weekend.”

Nick rested their foreheads against one another. “I’m so glad you’re coming to visit. I hope the weekend comes quickly.”

“Me too. I know it’s not really long-distance, but… I mean, there’s loads of other couples out there who live so much further away from each other than we do, but–”

“I know. Could be a lot worse, but it could be a lot better, too. But we can work around it. If things go well, I could even look into moving closer, but that” – Nick laughed, somewhat nervous – “that’s a conversation for another day.”

Charlie pulled Nick’s suitcase closer to them; Nick seemed to be too distracted to remember to keep an eye on it. “I told Tori about us, by the way.”

“Oh.” Nick blinked. “What did she say?”

“I won’t repeat it word for word, but just know that she’s ready to swoop in and take action at the drop of the hat.”

“…Take action?”

“Break my heart, she’ll take away your ability to have children. Or something like that.”

“Glad to hear she’s still the same good old Tori,” Nick said. His gaze darted to and fro, not quite settling on Charlie for a moment. “I really am feeling good about this, Char. I’m really going to try to make sure this works out. I want you to know that.”

In the background, a robotic female voice announced the train was approaching the station, but it didn’t deter Nick. “I want to grow old with you, and adopt an obscene amount of dogs and buy a house with a garden we can have picnics in, and I want to spend the rest of my mornings either waking up thinking of you or waking up next to you.”

Charlie reached up to cup Nick’s face and gently kiss his cheek. “I’m glad. I want all of those things and more.”

Nick heaved a sigh as the sound of the approaching train grew louder and louder. “I’m so fucking glad I hit your car.”

“Me too, Nick. Me too. Jesus– which carriage are you in? I swear they never give you enough time to get on before it leaves the station.”

A bout of chaos ensued, in which they hurriedly snaked through crowds and Nick almost lost his suitcase two different times. Eventually, they found the carriage on Nick’s ticket – and then they were faced with having to say goodbye.

“We’ll see each other again in a few days,” Charlie said, before he was scooped up into a hug so tight he could almost feel his organs rearranging.

“And I’ll miss you until we do.”

“I’ll miss you too, Nick. Now, get on the bloody train before it leaves without you.”

Nick turned to hop on board, but faltered. “Almost forgot something.”

Charlie disregarded everything he had thought about all of their past kisses.

This was the best one.

It was a goodbye, an I’ll-see-you-soon, a silent promise to stay in touch, a quiet thank you for a second chance, a daring hope for the future. It was anything and everything, all at once. It was perfect.

The train left soon after, taking a waving Nick Nelson with it. Charlie waited until it was out of sight completely, then made the solo journey back to his parked car. As he walked, his phone buzzed.

[Nick] Miss you already :(

[Me] I miss you more

[Me] let me know when you get back home!

[Nick] Will do :)

He closed the conversation with a smile, then opened one with someone that he had been meaning to message all afternoon.

[Me] Tao

[Me] I have some Nick-tuation updates for you