#I don't want to draw this shirt ever again even if it's so cute

[floramisu]

Back with another silly MTAS drawing.

Onyx decided to help her (then only) friend Burgess convert ARCS so they stop wasting water. Did the flowers work, or was it her incredibly unsettling gaze?

Either way, Burgess was happy, and Onyx is delighted to have a new friend in town.

[leonsgfpost]

note: hello, it's me again! This is the second part of my first post (you can find it on my profile). I'm sorry if this is too long or I made a mistake, I just lost my mind for Leon, you know? 🎀

tags: Leon RE2 x f!reader, smut, unprotected sex (please don't do it), creampie, oral (famele receiving), masturbation and more!

Weeks went by and he finally did it, it was the most embarrassing moment of his life.

He had approached with two coffees in his hands and a packet of those sweets he saw you eat at every break. Because yes, he was very attentive. You like the pastries bought at the bakery down the street and the coffee you usually drink bitter to counteract the sweetness of the pastry. After making an effort and putting the most awkward smile on his face, he got up the courage to ask you if you wanted to hang out. And lucky for him, you accepted. That day of the date, he arrived an hour early, and had jotted down some questions on a crumpled piece of paper now inside his jacket. And just as he expected, you arrived with the cutest outfit he had ever seen. He knew you were the best, always wearing nice clothes that brought out all your features in just the right way. He felt like a fool for only wearing one of his blue shirts and the best pants he had found in his closet. But it had been a wonderful afternoon, he took you to a nice restaurant, moved the chair for you and paid the bills despite your complaints. Then, when the sun was going down he walked you home and you kissed his cheek so sweetly that he stood for ten minutes outside your door even after you closed it.

That night he couldn't sleep, because he realized that he really liked you, that you could stop his heart completely and not just his dick.

The two of you started to frequent each other more, started flirting at work, complicit glances and sloppy kisses in the lonely corners of the station. He didn't want to be a hormonal jerk, but the feeling of your mouth and tongue sliding past his lips fucked his brain. You were so pretty, so perfect that he had to have you, soul and body. He was determined to win you over. And so he was the most detail-oriented guy you ever met, bringing you nice flowers, chocolates, leaving you a coffee every morning on your desk and leaving you cute notes against it.

In no time you fell for it, because let's be honest, no one could resist.

The relationship was formalized, and you swore you never saw such a cute smile on someone's face after giving he a big "Yes." to his proposal. Leon felt like the luckiest guy on the planet, he had a cute, funny girl whom he loved madly because it didn't take you long to get into his heart. You came into his arms as if it was where you belonged, because it was, you belonged in his arms. Just like now, you're buried comfortably in his embrace and the television had been forgotten, you were both too busy devouring each other's mouths.

Leon's hands held each side of your cheeks, drawing your face towards him so he could keep pushing his lips against yours eagerly. It was a simple wet kiss, and he was already dripping inside his pants. And with every sweet sound that came from your lips, his mind was spinning. He wanted to put his hands on you, he wanted to bend your body and pin you so much against the couch that it was getting absolutely silly.

But he didn't want to push you, what if you felt obligated? What if you thought he was just a pervert? What if-

All those doubts were gone as quickly as they came as he felt you climb onto his lap, your arms around his neck and his hands instinctively squeezed your soft hips, pushing you down eagerly. He let out a deep moan as your fingers tugged his hair a little, pulling it away from your lips and he instinctively chased after you again. You had to hold back a laugh at how fucked up he looked from a simple wet kiss, how you could feel him so hard beneath you.

"Hey, Leon. Do you want to... Do you want to continue?" you ask sweetly, moving those pretty eyes of yours to his blue eyes that seemed to want to devour you completely. Before you could think anything else, he was already nodding eagerly.

"Yes, yes... Please." He murmured, his voice was hoarse and came out along with his heavy breaths. He cupped your face, pulling you into him. His lips moving hard against yours, the sloppy sound of the kiss echoing in his small living room. His hands moved down from your face to the sides of your shirt, pulling it up and he pulled away from your lips to lower his gaze to your chest. His breath caught in his throat, moving his hands to the clasps of your bra.

"Can I?" he asked looking at you, as if he wouldn't need to choke on your tits. After all, he was a gentleman.

And when you barely mumbled a small "yes" he removed the garment as if it had somehow insulted him. Your tits fell freely in front of his eyes and he swore that here he belonged. His mouth quickly catching one of your breasts, sucking like a hungry man. As he felt your fingers tugging at his hair and your moans echoing in the room, he had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. He could cum from just sucking on your pretty tits.

For lack of air, he pulled away from your nipple watching with fascination the red mark left on your tender flesh. His eyes lifted to yours to push his mouth against yours again, one hand on your cheek and the other holding your hip.

"Lift your hips." He said between kisses, smiling as he felt you obediently follow his request. His hand moved to cup your pussy above your pants, feeling the wetness and heat radiating from your center. And as much as he wanted to bury his face between your legs, he wasn't sure how long he could hold back and not cum intact in his pants. He began to massage your center gently before he began to stroke you harder, his fingers searching for your clit above your clothes. When he decided you were both eager enough, he began to unzip your shorts. His heart (cock) was about to burst with joy as he saw more of your panties exposed to his hungry eyes. It didn't take him too long to slide your shorts down your luxurious thighs, gasping at the sight of the dark stain on your underwear.

"Babe-" You moaned almost shyly as you watched his eyes not move from between your legs. His eyes lifted to look at you again, letting out a low moan as he impacted your mouth. His hands gripped your hips, moving you as if you weighed nothing to place you on the couch.

"You're so cute like this..." He murmured, looking at you as if you were the brightest star to come down from the sky just for him.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." His voice sounded genuine, mesmerized by the sight of you lying beneath him as he had so often fantasized. So ready, so willing for him. His lips moving down to your neck, beginning to kiss the full expanse of your skin. His hands beginning to impatiently pull down his own pants and boxers, letting out a sigh as the cool air made contact with his raging erection. One of his hands reached down to slip inside your underwear, feeling like he was going to faint when his fingers made contact with your wet folds.

Were you that wet for him? Did he turn you on as much as you turned him on? This was paradise, paradise was between your legs and he was ready to drown himself in it. It didn't take him long to plunge a finger inside you, feeling your walls sucking him hard. He was letting out more moan than you, simply by touching you like this.

"Leon, I want you... I want you, please-" You asked more impatiently, grabbing his hand for him to finally give you his nice cock that you could see it quivering between his legs with excitement.

"I know, I know. I got you, pretty girl." He whispered against your skin, increasing the rhythm of his fingers and with his palm he pressed your clit in a way that made your legs tremble around his hand. When he decided he could take no more, he pulled down your underwear completely, fixing his eyes on your drooling center in a lewd way. For him.

His hands spread your thighs, trying to look away from your pussy, to look at your face, but damn, he was mesmerized. He really wanted this to have been something more romantic, maybe some wine and candles but all those thoughts vanished as he pressed his tip against you. His chest rose and fell, massaging your thighs with his gaze fixed on how the head of his dick was lost from his sight as it entered your warmth. His gaze lifted for the first time to see the expression that crossed your face as he began to fuck you with just his tip.

"D-Do you want more? Does it feel good, huh?" he asked awkwardly, because he's never been good at this 'dirty talk stuff', but he was trying for you. His face was red, slowly moving his hips and his thumb moving up to caress your clit.

"Leon, Come on-" You moaned impatiently in the sweetest way, lifting your hips to try to take him deeper. Your walls were sucking him hard, and he was weak so he started thrusting harder and harder, giving you time to get used to it. He took a shuddering breath, lifting one of your thighs so he could go deep and his head rolled back with ecstasy.

He was not going to last.

He wanted to go slow, to make love to you but quickly found himself fucking you like a repressed man. And his expression was the cutest, his brows furrowed with pleasure and his pink lips slightly parted. A thin layer of sweat was beginning to cover both of your bodies.

When he opened his eyes to look at you, he cursed under his breath. You looked just as he had imagined you all this time, the hottest expression on your face, your body jerking against the couch and your tits bouncing happily with each thrust. And he closed his eyes again because he felt his abdomen tightening from the familiar sensation of his orgasm building. His thumb started stroking you faster, trying desperately to get an orgasm out of you.

The sound of your skins colliding and your moans echoed off the walls, a sound so wet it was almost sinful. His hips began to move uncoordinated as fast as he felt your walls clenching around him tightly, and he knew it.

"Don't stop, Don't stop." You repeated over and over, your nails scraping the smooth skin of his back with ecstasy at the coil forming in your belly that was ready to explode. His cock was touching all the right spots inside you, his veins rubbing and molding your walls with need.

"I can't, I can't... I'm sorry, baby-" He apologized with a choked sob escaping his lips, as his cock contracted and began to shoot its load inside you. His mind went blank and his arms making an extra effort not to let himself fall on you. His face burned knowing he cum before you.

But his brain was too fucked up as he continued to slowly move his hips against yours. As his mind began to clear, he looked up at you with his eyes cloudy and his bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat.

"Let me, let me make it up to you..." He asked in that pathetic voice of his, getting out of you with his trembling body and moving backwards on the couch. He knelt between your legs, staring at the mess he had made in you. His sticky semen escaping from inside you, staining the couch cushions.

"Leon, Wait-" You murmured, tangling your fingers in his sweaty hair before he plunged his face between the piece of paradise he held for his own blessing. His pretty blue, misty eyes meeting yours, and he let you know he wouldn't let go until you were broken.

Because he was already crazy, there was no turning back from his addiction. Because you were a drug to him and this was just beginning.

Thank u so much for supporting my previous post, I hope this one wasn't too long or boring for you 💕🫶🏻

Remember that you can read the first part on my profile, let me know if you liked this one too.

bye, bye (💌)

[hiddenonyx]

Borrowing Their Clothes | Obey Me! Brothers

A/N: I have some writing done of this for the side cast, but it's not finished and I wanted to put something out. This is several months old and I think edited, but no promises lol written in second person, no mention of gender.

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Lucifer honestly, didn't even notice that you had swiped something from his closet until he saw you in it. It was late at night and Lucifer, still ever working, decided to stop by the kitchen for another cup of coffee. When he saw the light already on, he had assumed it was Beel getting a head start on his midnight snacking. He was surprised to see you, getting yourself a glass of water when he turned the corner. He was even more surprised (and a bit flustered) to see that your choice of sleepwear is a too-big black dress shirt and matching underwear- wait a minute. 

You can see the gears turning in his head as he slowly (either from the late hour or being flustered or both) figures out that it's one of his dress shirts you're wearing. You have to bite the inside of your check to resist snickering as he simply stands there, looking dumbfounded. Does he chide you for taking something of his? Does he fuck you? Does he say anything at all?

Mammon is the type of person who never remembers what stuff he has or where it is until he suddenly remembers and wants to wear it. Thus he's angrily digging through his closet for this one grey long-sleeved shirt. He could've sworn that he still had it and that it was here, with all the other shirts he had barely worn. Did Asmo comb through his closet again and take stuff? After almost ten minutes of angry searching, Mammon decides to hell with it - he'll just sulk all day, it's fine. He makes his way to the music room - maybe watching some TV will make him feel better. That's when he notices you, already watching TV, wearing that same exact grey long-sleeve shirt with black leggings.

"Oi!" he snaps at you, drawing your attention to him, "That's my shirt. Where'd ya get it?!"

You tilt your head at him slightly, "Your closet?"

"And what makes you think you can just root around in the Great Mammon's closet without permission, huh?"

You shrug, "You weren't wearing it."

"So?!" He gives his dumbfounded look as if he can't believe your logic.

"Well if you want it back that bad, you can come take it off me."

Levi keeps careful track of all his anime and fandom hoodies (they are one of his top three favorite merch items after all). So one could imagine his panic at the realization that he's missing one. At first, Levi hopes that he just forgot to hang it in its proper spot. But after going through every single one, the anger of the realization that it’s actually gone sets in. Did Mammon take it and sell it? He better not have or not even Lucifer will be able to help him! He storms out of his room, his demon form standing out from the other seeming humans in the house.

"MMAAMMOONN!"

"He already left for the casino," the voice that makes him pause is yours. You look up from the sitting room couch setting your book and mug down, "What happened this time?"

"That bastard took one of my hoodies and probably sold it —" he stops mid-sentence as you stand up, wearing the very same hoodie he's been looking for, "Where did you get that?"

"Huh?" You look down at yourself, "Oh this ended up in my laundry basket. It's cute so I figured I'd wear it, but I don't know who’s...it's yours, isn't it?"

A blush starts to creep onto his face as he nods and bites at the back of his hand to stop from squealing: you look so cute in it.

Satan is used to having his clothes "borrowed" by Asmo. He's used to walking into his room and seeing Asmo going through his closet to find something to finish his outfit or to peruse the fourth born’s shocking amount of sweaters. What Satan is not used to is walking into his room and seeing you trying on a thick, oversized, woolen sweater. He stands at the entrance of his room, watching as you hum thoughtfully to yourself as you twist back and forth in his full length mirror. He holds his breath, you haven't noticed him, nor did you hear him come in, and he doesn't want to startle you. He watches on in silence, a soft smile warming his face as he takes in just how cute you look. Maybe he'll let you keep it.

Asmo has no problem sharing clothes. Any kind, any style, he has at least five options for you. Mini skirts? Check? Ripped denim jeans? What wash would you like, darling? Honestly, it feels like half your closet is his closet - he doesn't have any problem just giving you his clothes. Asmo often buys clothing that he knows that both of you would like just so you two can share. You also find yourself sharing or even wearing clothes from Satan and Solomon, and even Mammon sometimes (huh who knew Mammon owned long-sleeved shirts?)

Beel will absolutely hand you his jacket because you mention that you're a little chilly and then completely forget that he did. He frowns a little as he looks around his room, confused as to where it's gone. Belphie didn't borrow it and isn't using it as a blanket...so did Asmo take it? But why would he? Asmo said that his jacket "wasn't quite his style" so where did it end up? Perhaps he left out in one of the common spaces? Beel hunts through each room before finding you in the planetarium, sitting on the floor, looking up, and wearing his coat. He snickers quietly - it's far too big for you; it swallows you up so that only your head pokes out. He rests against the doorframe, watching you watch the stars. He'll let you wear it for a moment longer.

Belphie is a little miffed when his daily sweater goes missing. It's not the first time something like this has happened - laundry occasionally gets swapped around in the house, but he could've sworn that he had gotten his sweater back this past laundry day. Maybe he left it in the attic? One tiring climb up the stairs and search around the attic later, Belphies sighs and pulls out his phone.

[House of Lamentation]

"Hey has anyone seen my sweater? I can't find it anywhere." -Belphie

"Did you check the laundry room?" - Lucifer

"Yeah, it's not there. Checked the attic too." -Belphie

"Actually you left it in my room the other day." -MC

"Oh. I'll come get it." [Thanks sticker] -Belphie

It's only a few minutes before Belphie knocks on your door. He blushes once you open your door, surprised to find you swearing his sweater.

"Thought I'd keep it warm for you," you tease.

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[luvfy0dor]

can u do neck kisses w/ akutagawa?

Akutagawa + Neck Kisses ♡⁠˖

Warnings; biting, allusions to hickeys

Akutagawa had a tendency to slightly shiver or squirm when touched because he wasn't used to such gentleness just yet. Your relationship wasn't all too new, but you were still discovering which parts of his body were the most sensitive. One evening while you sat next to each other on the couch with only side-to-side contact, you stretched your arms and yawned before letting them fall over his shoulders with your forearm grazing the nape of his neck. His shoulders scrunched up and he grimaces, letting out a shaky sigh at the feeling of your wooly sweater touching his skin and raising his hairs. You raised an eyebrow and leaned into him. "I didn't smack you or nothin', did I?" You whispered, drawing his attention to your self. "No, it just grazed me awkwardly and made me shiver. My neck is sort of sensitive." He tells you. You hum and lean your head on his shoulder, glancing at his neck every now and again instead of focusing on the movie the two of you were watching. "Can I kiss your neck, Ryuu?" You ask him, staring at his Adam's apple as it bobs when he swallows. "What would you want to kiss my neck for?" You shrug. "Just cause. I won't if you don't want me too, but-" you start to put your hands up, but he grabs them. "Go ahead, kiss my neck all you'd like." He says, his grey eyes wide grey eyes nearly burning holes through your skin with his stare. You laugh at him a little and peck his lips before traveling downward to his neck. His white skin gradually turns pinker when you press your lips against his neck, sucking gently with your hands on his shoulders. Your head was tilted as you gently bit down on his pale flesh, making him gasp quietly and lean back into the couch. His hand fell on your hip while you started to pull away, but not before licking over the red mark you'd left. "uhm, I believe that was not just a kiss." He said, staring at you with squinted eyes. "I'm sorry, Ryuu', you coulda told me to stop if you didn't like it." You say, a nervous frown on your face. He shook his head and grabbed the collar of your shirt, not tugging it but just holding it. "Did I say I didn't like it?" You laughed and shook your head too. "No, no you didn't. Want it again?" He averted his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek. "Well, since you're offering.."

A/n; new theme chat since NOBODY EVER WANTS TO ACKNOWLEDGE IT /lh but I think it's cute, I like the more muted color and my last one was not nearly as cohesive as this one. ALSO ALSO I get to participate in my first varsity banquet this year for varsity swim, I'm so excited fjekskdkkwk

[shuhwaa]

Momo | Strength kink [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 5 Twice Momo x fem!reader words: ~700 genre: smut (dom!Momo, they discover that reader has a strength kink, fingering, praise (reader receiving)) warnings: none

It's the moment your girlfriend puts an end to your teasing by flipping your positions around and pinning you against the bed that you realize she's reached her limit. You've been in the mood today, so ever since Momo had come home that night, you were all over her, but whenever she tried to kiss you or touch you, you would escape her by a hair's breadth. And it's not that she didn't catch onto what you were doing, it's just that she's been nice enough to let you have some fun - until now, that is. 

Trying to free yourself of her hold you have to quickly come to the conclusion that she's still stronger than you, and you should admit defeat, but the way your current position is only making you more excited makes you want to keep struggling. Even if it's just to serve as proof of your power difference.

"Played around enough?" she questions, raising an eyebrow at you. The way she's looking down at you now makes you gulp, and you instinctively press your thighs closer together. And of course your girlfriend notices your reaction, so she teases you, "Don't tell me you like the position you're in?"

"I-" you attempt to reply, but you're not sure how. Either way you know that the answer is obvious to her, still she keeps prying.

"You?"

"M-maybe..." you eventually say, without looking her in the eye. Still you don't fail to catch the smile on her lips before she leans in, and when her teeth graze your neck, you let out a moan, immediately feeling yourself melting against her touch. 

"You do like it, don't you?" Momo whispers as her lips trail kisses down to your collarbone, and she lets go of one of your wrists to slip her hand underneath your shirt. You throw your head back when she finds your chest, starting to tease you there, and when she comes up to see that you're not even thinking about stopping her, she praises you.

"Good girl." Retrieving her hand from under your shirt, she now cups your face, running her thumb along your lips before leaning in. "I really wanna make a mess of you right now," she mutters before kissing you. Taking her time to deepen the kiss, she only parts from you once she's completely taken your breath away. "Don't move," she orders, and then she sits up so she could properly watch your reactions as she slips her hand underneath your pants. You whimper when you feel her dragging her finger up and down your folds, and you clench your hands into fists, but you stay in your position just as she has asked. 

"Such a good girl," Momo whispers, her hungry gaze glued to you, and when she begins drawing circles onto your clit, you can't but whine at the friction. Bucking your hips up into her hand, she's quick to push your hips back down, shooting you a strict look.

"I said don't move," she reminds you, watching in amusement as you apologize to her.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," you mutter. "I'll be a good girl..." 

"Good," she answers, dipping her finger inside you, causing another moan to fall from your lips. "So wet just from that, huh?" she teases you. "That's cute." Pushing in another finger with ease, she watches with great interest how you react to her slowly fingering you. You're whining and throwing your head to the side, but at the same time you're making sure not to move your arms from the spot she had put them. And then she starts letting her thumb draw shapes onto your clit while curling her fingers inside you faster, and you can feel yourself racing towards your high. As if she was mesmerized by the image unfolding before her, she doesn't take her eyes off you for a single second, and then eventually your orgasm hits you. Digging your nails into your palms, you feel yourself clenching around her digits violently as you moan her name over and over again, and as you're finally coming down from your high, she leans in to place a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

"That's my good girl..." she mutters. "Makes me want to keep going..."

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Sooo, have you heard of Call Ducks? Because I just learned about Call Ducks. They are very small ducks that were bred to have a loud call in order for hunters to draw in other ducks. They are little bitty bait. (Also, so fucking adorable)

Anyways, AU time! Where Technoblade is treated with less dignity than a Call Duck!

Technoblade is an avian. A very small avian, true, and his claws aren't nearly as impressive as the stuffed hands that His Hunters keep as trophies. His Hunters treat him so well. He has a roof over his head, unlike wild avians. He has his delicious pellet food, unlike wild avians. He has a single blanket all for himself! Truly, he is lucky to be among His Hunters.

If he is REALLY good, they even pat him on the head. One of the Hunter's neices even called him cute once! Sure, she had pulled at his feathers, but-

All he has to do is sit alone in the woods and cry.

It's really easy! Most of the time, anyway. He's gotten good at crying on command. At first, he preferred to be quiet. There was already so much noise and he didn't want to be seen by Predators. But the Hunters were nice enough to teach him how to cry! Even if the pinching and slapping had hurt at the time. Now he's got it down! They only occasionally have to twist his wing to bring on the waterworks.

Then, it stops working.

He didn't do anything different. It had always worked before! But suddenly, no other Avians are falling for it! Even when they move to a different area, no luck! It has been a while since the hunters have seen so much as a FEATHER of other avians.

And Technoblade, well, he notices that things feel OFF. The hunters look at him with less patience. There is something disapproving in their gaze. Their words are harsher. They twist his arm harder and make his cries turn into screams. His throat feels raw from his desperate yells.

It doesn't work.

Technoblade feels like he is always only a moment from crying, but His Hunters don't want to hear it when he isn't working. So he curls up in his coop with his blanket and tries to sob quietly. It's hard to muffle the sound in the hay, but he lets himself indulge in his misery, if only a little while.

There is shouting happening in His Hunters' house, anyway. Arguing. Blaming. Pointed fingers and getting into each other's faces. It might even come to blows again.

Technoblade doesn't want to be anywhere near that. He doesn't want them to turn their anger on him. Again.

The angry shouts turn to fearful shrieks. Guns start to fire. Technoblade huddles in the back of the coop. Confused. Hidden. Scared.

Then it's silent. So quiet. Then, a heavy thud outside the coop. He hears the lock break, and the door slowly opens while Techno watches wide-eyed.

The BIGGEST avian that Technoblade has ever seen is standing in the door, blocking out the sunset.

Phil coos over the TINIEST avian he had ever seen. Kristin was right. He was so SMALL. Phil tries to convince him to come closer, but Technoblade doesn't move. He just yells for help, crying for help legitimately this time. Phil flinches, before just reaching closer and picking him up. He is so small that it is EASY. He's a child, yes, but also TINY. Phil hold him close and tries to calm him down as he flies back to the Nest and leaves the corpses of hunters for the worms.

Anyways, Call Ducks are cool. I want one.

AIUIOSUIOQSSQHJSQ LENN IM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THIS ONE

I need Techno to be so small that he fits in Phil's hands cupped together. Just like, huge ass avian. I'm talking 9 feet monstrosity. And Techno who is tiny tiny. As he becomes an adult, he grows a little but not much and Phil can still lift him by the back of his shirt one-handed.

[aphrogeneias]

You stare at the payphone in front of you, wondering if it's a good idea to call him at this time.

It isn't late, but it is a Saturday night. He could be doing anything — could be with his friends, could be on a date of his own, which would make your heart drop if it wasn't already laying at your feet.

Rationally, you know those things are not true. Eddie didn't mention he was doing anything tonight, you'd be invited if he was. You also know that the closest he does from going on a date is flirting his way into a one night stand on the weekends.

Remembering that would also make your heart break, again, if it wasn't already broken and in pieces all around you, all over the sidewalk in front of The Hawk.

A movie date, it was what you'd been promised. The cute boy from your chemistry class you'd been eyeing all semester — distracting yourself from your attraction to Eddie, the ever unattainable one — had told you to meet him there. When he showed up, he had another girl on his arm.

His excuse was, "I talk to a lot of girls. Sorry, hun."

Of course he did. Of course you, in your desperate attempt to feel wanted, believed him.

Your hand is slightly shaking when you pick up the receiver, and dial the number you've memorized a long time ago. It doesn't take long for him to answer.

"Munson residence, this is Edward speaking."

You sniffle, snorting through the tears you didn't even notice falling. "Who the fuck is Edward?"

"Sweetheart? Is that you?"

"Yeah, um…", sighing, you steel yourself to no e forward with the real reason you were calling, "I need a favor, but it's okay if you're busy…"

"I'm not busy. Never busy for you." He remarks.

You take a moment to imagine him right now, standing next to the phone in his kitchen. Wearing a ratty band shirt from whatever concert he attended in the last couple of years, wearing those sweatpants he always wears at home, long hair in disarray. Cozy, warm, safe. All things you weren't feeling at that same moment.

"Can you come pick me up?" You ask, voice small. If you weren't talking so closely to the phone, he might not have heard you. "I'm at The Hawk and I walked here, don't wanna go home right now."

You hear shuffling on the other side of the phone, and the sound of keys rattling in the background. "Are you okay? Did something happen? What are you doing there alone?"

"I'll tell you when you're here. Please? I just don't wanna be alone right now." The sniffles come back, but this time because of the obvious affection in Eddie's voice. If you closed your eyes, you could almost see the crease in forehead, the pout on his full lips that made the lines around his mouth more prominent. You've always wanted to kiss them.

"I'll be there in fifteen. Ten, even! Don't move, okay?"

If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel one of his hugs, arms that loved to lift you off your feet, even though you protested each and every time. Arms that squeeze you tight, and refuse to let go until they have their fill. The boy you wished was the one taking you on dates and holding your hand in the dark of the movie theater.

"Okay."

You close your eyes, you feel it anyway.

"Hey, sweetheart." He calls, drawing your attention, "whatever it is, it's gonna be okay. I'll make it okay, yeah? I promise."

"I know."

You close your eyes, the line goes dead. You know.

[transvampireboyfriend]

Here's a little snippet from a tattoo shop/bakery au that i got kinda stuck on and i dont know if ill ever finish.

some context: Chrissy and Eddie are best friends that live in different states, Eds is taking two weeks off work for Chris' visit, he won't be at his tattoo shop which means he won't see the cute baker from next door

Chrissy's in the middle of answering and he's stretching his arms above his head when they hear the front door opening and the little bell above it chiming.

Eddie left the sign up front switched to "CLOSED", which can only mean-

"Eds?" Steve calls into the studio

Eddie immediately gets up from his seat and goes to meet him at the lobby, missing Chrissy's surprised look.

"Hiya, Stevie." he greets, bumping his knuckles against the front counter where Steve is standing just to the side of it.

He's secretly been hoping Steve would stop by just so he could see him. Just so he could hear his voice one last time before he has to go on for days without it.

Steve looks good too, in a plain white shirt, his blue apron and the absolute best pair of lightwash jeans in the whole entire world (if you're asking Eddie).

"I thought I saw you come in" Steve says, "You've been here for hours and you didn't come by to get breakfast, so i brought you this" he lifts the tray in his hands.

There's a mug with coffee, several sugar packets and two chocolate croissants.

"Aw, Steve, you didn't have to" Eddie says, genuinely touched. His heart flutters even though this is typical of Steve. He's just the sweetest.

"Oh, stop it," Steve protests, sounding bashful "these are from yesterday, I can't sell them" he says, placing the tray on the counter. A blush colors his cheeks and Eddie smiles, he looks so pretty.

Eddie knows by now how a pastry looks when it's fresh. He can't be fooled anymore.

It's been so long of them doing this dance though, and Eddie knows if he mentions it Steve will just get embarrassed, so he keeps his mouth shut about it.

"Well, they look really good." Eddie says instead "Thank you, sweetheart" he adds softly, his eyes drawn to the pink blooming on Steve's cheeks and focusing on the flour smeared across Steve's nose. He wants to kiss it and get flour all over his lips.

Eddie leans towards the tray and breaks away a piece of croissant, taking a bite.

Yep. Either Steve made these this morning or he's got magic abilities.

" 'M sure gonna miss these" Eddie says around his mouthful, gesturing with the bit of pastry still in his hand.

"Ugh, don't remind me," Steve groans "the shop already feels dull today"

Eddie laughs softly "You flatterer" he accuses

"Just trying to get you to visit" Steve defends, leaning against the counter and into Eddie's personal space to tap the rim of Eddie's reading glasses.

"Like I could stay away from your shop" Eddie says, tries his best not to sound breathless. He thinks he fails, and he must be blushing too, judging by how Steve's eyes are roaming his face.

"Good. Cause we need the business this month" Steve jokes.

That makes Eddie snort and laugh, Steve's shop is filled to the brim with costumers at least twice a day, five days a week.

Steve smiles at him again and then he peers around Eddie.

"Oh, hi!" Steve greets, straightens up and waves a little.

Eddie turns to see Chrissy leaning against the lobby partition, observing with her arms crossed.

Fuck.

"Chriiisssyyyy!" Eddie draws, and she narrows her eyes suspiciously "C'mere!" Eddie soldiers on,

Chrissy eyes him warily but walks to the counter and smiles sweetly at Steve, "Hi!" she greets "I'm Chrissy."

Steve's eyes widen "Of course! Eddie was picking you up today! I'm Steve, it's nice meeting you!"

He's such an angel, Eddie wants to cry.

"Likewise, Steve. I'm so sorry, I don't think Eddie's mentioned you yet" Chris says, but directs it to Eddie, glaring at him.

Eddie's about to answer, offended, but gets stuck on Steve's crestfallen expression for a split second and then Steve beats him to it.

"Oh, it's okay" Steve says, his smile reappearing, "I own the bakery next door" he supplies.

"He brought croissants!" Eddie tries to redirect "The best croissants in the state I'd say" he offers, succeeding in lightening Steve's mood again, judging by the twinkle in his eye.

Satisfied, Eddie asks Chris "D'you want one?"

Chrissy looks at him weird but mutters "sure" and grabs the one still whole.

"Well!" Steve exclaims, softly clapping his hands against his sides,

"I was just dropping these by, I won't take up any more of your time." Steve says "Chrissy it was really nice meeting you, I hope you have a great time in our town."

He turns to Eddie then and reaches out to squeeze his arm "And Eds, I hope you get lots of rest during your break. And visit us." he adds, moving his hand up to softly pull on a stray bit of hair that fell off Eddie's bun "The place won't be the same without you"

Eddie deflects so he doesn't melt under his gaze.

"I'm not dying, Stevie." he says, grabbing him by the shoulders and bodily turning him around as Steve softly laughs.

Judging by how his own cheeks are burning, Eddie's sure that he's the exact shade of a ripe tomato.

"I'll be back before you know it." Eddie adds, and with that, he gets Steve out the door.

Steve turns to say "You better" to Eddie. And once again, he peers around him to wave his fingers at Chrissy "Bye!" he says.

Sweetheart.

Eddie forces himself to not watch him walk the few steps between their shops.

When he turns back to his best friend he's relieved to see she's not glaring at him anymore.

She's got chocolate in the corner of her mouth and she's nodding.

"These are really good" Chrissy says, lulling Eddie into a false sense of safety.

He walks towards her to pick up and continue eating his own croissant, but as soon as he's within reach, Chris smacks the back of her hand against his bicep.

"OW!" Eddie protests, leaning against the counter and rubbing his arm.

She's been an athlete ever since they were in middle school together and she's never pulled her punches with him, it's a big part of why he loves her so much.

"You never told me you had a boyfriend!" she accuses, her mouth still full.

[bonny-kookoo]

the 'I like you' couple is soo cute 💖💗💓❤️ but now we need to know! 🥺 does jungkook find a nickname for her? does he really think about it? does he try out a few before deciding which one he likes? or does she does or likes something random or particular and he gets the nickname from teasing her? or he just has a light bulb moment on a random moment? lol, I love them, can't get enough!!

A/N: Masterlist

"Baaaaaby-kookoo-love-of-my-life-" you whine, and he squints his eyes as he walks into his bedroom where you're laying on your back. "My tummy hurts." You complain, and he sits down on the edge of his bed next to you to take of his socks.

"...okay?" He wonders, and you kick him with your foot a little.

"Make it better." You demand, and he chuckles.

"How?" He wonders, and you scoff.

"The fuck do I know!" You huff. "Like, I don't know, talk to it? Maybe it'll get intimidated if you're all angry with it." You offer as a solution, and to your surprise, he turns around and points an accusing finger at your lower stomach.

"You better stop fucking hurting right now because I want to go sleep and God knows my spoiled princess won't shut up until you're quiet.!" He threatens at your body, before he turns around and closes the opened window before turning off the lights as he crawls into bed next to you.

It's quiet for a moment, until you speak.

"I'm both mildly turned on and offended right now." You say, and he snorts a laugh, hand patting over the blankets to find yours to hold in the dark. "Spoiled princess? Really?" You scoff.

"You are one." He defends himself.

"I mean, a princess? Hell fucking yes, and you better start carrying me around as one from now on, prince charming!" You laugh, and he rolls his eyes in the dark.

"You're spoiled enough." He says, closing his eyes.

"So?" You ask, before a slap is heard.

And its quiet.

For a good moment.

"Did you just slap my ass?!" You yell out, sitting up, and he laughs whole heartedly.

"Was it? I couldn't tell." He laughs.

"Oh so you just blindly aimed to smack me and ACCIDENTALLY hit my ass? Fucking lying piece of shit, you knew exactly what you-"

"Do I need to spank you again, or are you gonna be a good girl and sleep?" He asks. "You've got work at 6 am, and I need to be up at 5:30." He reminds you, and you suddenly fall back into the pillows, scooting closer, closer, until you're full on clinging onto him.

"...jungkookie..?" You ask quietly, awfully shy. He hums a reply. "Can you say it again?" You ask.

"You have work tomorrow-"

"Nooo, that part before that? Like, I did what you said so I'm aaaaaa~?" You draw out the last syllable, wiggling your toes as you wait, and he suddenly chuckles.

"Good Girl." He says, and you squeal to yourself, cuddling up to him.

It's the first time he's ever really comfortable saying things like that- and maybe it's the way you've gotten closer by now, not only emotionally. Yesterday he'd been so lost in kissing you that he didn't even notice you getting so riled up on his lap- and it left him both excited and terrified.

And these days, he's been trying out some petnames for you here and there to see what would stick.

Babe or baby are cute when you say it, but they feel way too boring to him. They're too basic, nothing special, and it just doesn't feel right.

Until you're out at a shopping center, randomly spending a day at the mall together when you spot something in a kid's store window. "Oh- did you know I always wanted to be a princess for Halloween?" You say, spooning up some icecream from your cup. "But my dad never bought me the costume, and we never went trick-or-treat-ing." You pout, making Jungkook smile as he tucks in a strand of hair that had escaped your messy bun on your head.

"Well, you're a princess to me now, no need for a costume." He shrugs. "And I even buy you candy, so you don't have to knock on stranger's doors either." He jokes, and you look up at him at that, pulling him down by the neckline of his shirt to peck his lips. "Huh?" He wonders, and you just smile.

"You're just so dreamy." You sigh dramatically. "Your flirting is getting a bit out of hand though. Makes me feel all fluffy and horny." You boldly admit, making him laugh as he shakes his head, taking your empty cup from you to throw it away in a bin nearby. "Ah, such a prince charming!" You giggle, and he takes your hand In his at that, kissing the back of it for a second.

Successfully making you blush for the first time since he's met you.

And he's starting to really enjoy making you flustered.

[blue-disco-lights]

✨ Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thank you so much for tagging me - love this one! (i love them all actually) @jrooc

@stocious @michellemisfit @doshiart @mybrainismelted @mmmichyyy

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Name and A03 handle: Julia, Blue_Disco_Lights

Current Location: my dining table - my work is hybrid, so this (suprisingly uncomfortable setup) is my desk twice a week.

Favourite picrew: I never really wore my space buns this high, maybe a bit lower… also the jewelry is a Chain Mickey homage obviously.

What's one thing you want in a picrew? I love a creative background and good sweater options. If left to my own devices, I’d be in a hoodie all the time, but it’s nice to spice things up!

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Hard to choose! it's a tie between some @galladrabbles and these @gallacrafts.

Why is it your favourite? I’ve been knitting since I was a kid but never really got beyond the scarf phase lol - and Season 1 Not-a-booty-call/“Whatever, see ya” Mickey wore that green scarf and I knew I had to recreate it. The t-shirt is me attempting to draw for the tomato theme and I just think it would be so funny if Ian actually wore this outside.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? For the scarf, it was all about finding the right yarn and also that cute patch that just appeared out of nowhere at the craft store. Drawing is hard because i don't know how 😆

Last ao3 fic you commented on? It was either on Shame-proof written by @ms-moonlight-inn and @notherenewjersey or A Song Only You Can Hear by @suzy-queued - both so good!

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I’m usually OK with WIPs taking a while, truly… but oh man, I’ll copy @jrooc's answer and say Things Beyond Mistake by grayola. What a STUNNING work and we’re left just aching for what happens for those two. My second is Elevator Music by gallavichsecurity- another beautifully written one that I hope will continue one day. 

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? I love enemies to lovers, the slower the burn the better 🫠🔥 . I’ve yelled about loving road trip plots a lot, so I loved Highway of Hedonism  by @roryonic (w/ beautiful art by @gallapiech).

Least favourite? I’ve never gravitated to mpreg   

Secret or surprising kink or trope? Never even knew A/B/O was a thing until i got here - hello! Same goes for Whump - once it clicked that it was an actual genre, it was like oh wow, i think i’ve been into this my whole life lol.

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? Er, shocked quite honestly. When I see that I actually have multiple things posted on AO3 I do wonder who that person is??

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: There are so many hype people i want to thank in my writing journey - your amazing comments & reblogs really made me feel like a writer! (which was a little shocking - so please know they went a long way 💕) @gallawitchxx @energievie @creepkinginc @jrooc @michellemisfit @palepinkgoat @gillyp @suzy-queued @ian-galagher @sweetbee78 @francesrose3 - and special shout out to @mybrainismelted for being an amazing sounding board and co-conspirator on Gallavich Summer Camp among other things!

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[nyxronomicon]

Words Like Honey

siren!Geto x GN reader

cw: mind control/manipulation/hypnosis, non-con/dub-con (reader is mind controlled), praise, cult leader!Geto, soft dom, slight dumbification/bimbofication, begging, penetration (unspecified anal or vaginal) nicknames: darling, pet, baby

part of monsterfucktober!

"Come in." Geto's voice called to you through his office door. Although you were a recent addition to his cult, he already noticed how easily you were enchanted by his voice.

"Hello," you smiled nervously. Your heart raced as you took in his appearance up close. You briefly wondered if he was responsible for the clean look or if he had assistants to make sure he was presentable. Either way, you couldn't keep your eyes off him.

"Curious why I invited you here?" He asked, a playful lilt to his voice. It sounded so nice, his honeyed tone drawing you in much more than the usual sermon. Perhaps it was the intimacy of being in an office alone with him.

"Yes, very." You quickly nodded.

"I've noticed you're quite the enthusiastic member of my little organization." He smiled softly. He'd carefully crafted this speech and tested parts of it on a few other cult members, but he'd been waiting for the perfect candidate to utilize its full powers. And now he had you.

Geto had been watching you during his sermons for a while now. It was incredible how quickly and deeply you succumbed to the sound of his voice; it was truly adorable. He'd been biding his time, waiting for the perfect excuse to get you alone.

"I like to meet with passionate followers such as yourself who share my beliefs. This conversation can be as short or as long as you like." Geto watched the telling glaze of your eyes and your now relaxed expression. His pause in speech pulled you out of your daze before he added, "what do you think?"

You attempted to piece together his words, thinking you must be really nervous to have forgotten them so quickly. You weren't aware the man in front of you was a siren, enchanting you with his honeyed voice.

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous, to be honest." You smiled sheepishly. "What was the question?"

Geto chuckled, his laughter gently pulling you back in. "Never mind. Just relax, my dear. I can do all the talking if you want." He grinned when you nodded. "There's really nothing for you to be nervous about. I don't bite." He watched the haze reappear in your vision, your body relaxing again.

"Why don't you come a little closer?" He tilted his head, eyes on you as you moved forward. "Don't be shy. I'd have you right on my lap if it was up to me."

"I'd like to be on your lap, too." The words fell out of your mouth before you could think. In fact, you were having trouble following any train of thought at all, but your response pulled you out of the haze enough to feel the embarrassment of that response. "Sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Don't worry about it." Geto's words instantly calmed you. "It's kind of cute, actually. I love it when people are honest with me about their feelings." You relaxed again, his soothing words the only thing echoing in your head as you mindlessly moved forward. "It shows trust. Do you trust me?"

"Yes." This time your answer didn't break your trance.

"Then come here." He smiled. "Come be my mindless pet for a little while and sit on my lap, hm?"

Your body moved itself to him, taking a seat on his thighs. His hands instantly found your hips, his warmth seeping into you.

"You just fall so deeply for me, don't you?" He whispered into your ear. His speech was now saturated with his siren sound, far more intense than anything you'd ever heard. You didn't have a chance of resisting even his normal voice. This was certainly far more than you could handle. But that was the point. To have you stupid and horny and bouncing on his cock because he told you to.

"You're so easy to manipulate. Just a few short sentences and you're on my lap." His hands slipped under your shirt, feeling your bare skin. "You wanted this, didn't you? You were desperate for me to notice you. For me to take advantage of you. Nod your head, darling."

You obediently nodded, your mind nothing but a swirl of his essence. His voice, his touch, and his scent amplified as you fell deeper into the trance with every word he spoke. Your vision was blurred, your mind no longer processing anything that wasn't the siren whispering in your ear.

"That's it. So good for me." Geto chuckled softly as his hands roamed up your torso. "You're horny, aren't you? You want to give yourself to me?" You simply nodded, allowing him to touch you wherever he pleased.

"Take your clothes off." He watched as your body stiffened, removing your shirt, then standing to remove your pants. You turned to face him, obeying again when he commanded you to straddle him.

"Just look at how hazy those eyes are." He held your cheek, and you nuzzled into it. He could practically see the little hearts in your pupils as you hung into his every word. "You're so pretty when you're like this. Did I ever tell you that? How fucking pretty you are staring at me like that?"

Geto began touching you again as he spoke. "It was driving me crazy to watch how deeply you fall during my sermons. God, I've been wanting to fuck you ever since you first attended." He toyed with your nipples, watching your expression become even more lustful. "Did you know how focused I was on you?"

You silently shook your head, your whole body tingling with pleasure the longer he spoke. His hands found your sex, rubbing you as you gasped. He smirked in response.

"Of course you didn't. You're always so attentive while I speak. Even now, you're a lost little lamb, and I'm a wolf dressed as a shepherd." Geto gathered the essence from your slit on his fingers and brought them to your lips.

"Open." He commanded. You obeyed, parting your lips and sloppily licking his fingers clean. Drool decorated your lips and dripped down his hand. He grinned at how far gone you were.

"Wouldn't you love to fuck yourself on my cock?" Geto smiled, slowly tugging at his robes to show more of his chest. You nodded eagerly as he guided your hands downward, exposing his dick. "Go ahead, darling. Make yourself cum."

His body was so warm. Touching him felt so good. Hearing his voice was like ecstasy. You let yourself fall deeper and deeper under his spell simply because it felt amazing. Your body was alight with desire, yearning for more of him as you lined yourself up with his cock.

His hands pressed on your hips, digging into your skin as you slowly pushed onto his cock. Pleasure rushed through you, although you couldn't pinpoint the source with your mind scrambled like this.

"That's it, baby. Just a little more, you can take it." Geto stroked your cheek, watching your lust-heavy eyes as you hung into his every word.

"God," he hissed as you bottomed out, feeling yourself stretch around his cock. "It's like you were fucking made for me. You feel so fucking good." Geto thrust his hips, sending a wave of bliss to your core.

"Did you forget?" He chuckled. "Your instructions were to make yourself cum." Your expression was blank, but you nodded slightly. "Or do you need to fall deeper for me? Don't tell me I'm not enough for you." Geto laced his words with more of his siren enchantment, your head finally dropping onto his shoulder, completely entranced.

Your mind swirled with the desire to please him. Your body felt heavy, but the touch of his deft fingers kept you buzzing with pleasure. He was everything. This feeling was everything. You would do anything for him. Just his smooth voice was enough to make you twitch around him, your eyes flickering open at his next question.

"How does it feel to be mine, darling?" He grinned, watching your head slowly lift.

"So good." You whined, slowly lifting your hips and bringing them down before setting the pace to bounce on his dick. His head fell back, basking in the pleasure the friction created.

"You're so good for me, darling. Keep going. You feel amazing." Geto's fingers found your arousal, rubbing you as you pistoned on his cock. Your pace was quick but erratic. You were extremely sensitive, as heat quickly piqued in your core.

"That's it. You're so close, aren't you?" Your sex pulsed with need, desperate for release as you moved faster. Your core coiled in tension. He was right. You were so incredibly close, but your mind was too far gone to do anything but bounce and let the tension build until it was almost painful.

"You know what's next. You ready?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded and whimpered, weak unintelligible begging slipping from your lips as Geto smirked. His cock throbbed, close to the edge himself as he let you speed up again. He chuckled as your whining got louder, his power over you making him moan into your ear.

"Ok darling. Cum." His voice was hoarse, enchantment thick in the final word as ecstasy exploded within you, obediently cumming all over him. Geto's seed spilled into you shortly after, feeling the clench of your aftershocks as your movement slowed and the mind control faded.

Your body relaxed in his arms as the haze in your mind began to clear. He ran his fingers up and down your bare spine, his cock still buried deep within you.

"Remind me, darling." As he spoke, you drifted back into his trance. "Who do you belong to?"

"You." Just after you spoke, the trance completely dissipated. Your memories since walking into his office were fragmented at best. Panic briefly flew through your brain, unsure of how you ended up stuffed with his cock.

"I'm so glad you feel the same way." Geto's honeyed tone instantly calmed your mind, and you relaxed in his arms once again.

[luveline]

Hii!!! This is a request for Steve zombie!au

I don’t know how you do it but this au (and everything you write honestly) ITS AMAZING!!!!

I read that you wanted to eventually write about Steve+reader having kids so I was wondering if maybe you could write something like them talking about what they think their future would look like or Steve seeing reader interact with children and it just warms his heart… idk

Again, your work is truly so so so good, I love it!!

Hope you have a beautiful day <3

hi! thank you 🥺 I hope this is what you mean!! steve zombie!au ♥︎ fem!reader

On a rare day where you have work to do in the community and Steve doesn't, he misses you like crazy. He'd complain profusely about this wicked scenario to Robin, if only Robin weren't on shift too. As it lies, Steve is alone, bored and restless with your pillow pulled against his chest. 

Steve is functional. Steve is a fully grown man, with hobbies, interests, and a personality outside of being with you. But Steve is in love, and he isn't ashamed to admit that his very favourite hobby is being with you. You are the most interesting thing around. 

It's cold today, though he wears two pairs of socks, denim jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and a loose hoodie under the thick layer of blankets you keep on the bed. 

You must be cold. 

Your jacket's right there on the door. You'd forgotten to take it with you to the kitchen. 

Steve doesn't feel proud of himself, per se, but he also doesn't feel ashamed when he ends up in the doorway of the cafeteria. School is in session, their makeshift teacher Sammy standing near the dishes trolly with a whiteboard and pen. She's drawn a huge diagram of a piece of paper with cuts missing, and a smaller one of that paper seemingly after the cuts are made, labelled Origami Giraffe. 

He's surprised to see you near immediately, sitting at one of the cafeteria tables with a bundle of the community's youngest children (babies and toddlers not included). 

You're snipping at a sheet of paper slowly, hands held up so the dark-haired girl to your right can reach the crayons in front of you. 

"Will you cut mine for me next, please?" a blonde headed boy asks him. He's pale, and as Steve draws closer he can see the little boy's brown eyes. 

He kind of looks like me, Steve thinks, startled.

"Of course I will," you say gently. "You're a great artist, honey, I love all these purples and greens you're using." 

"It doesn't look like the driraffe." 

His mispronunciation has you smiling. It's an expression Steve knows well, your guilty bemusement. 

"That's okay! Do you know how many drawings of giraffes there are? Millions and trillions, and I bet none of them are as brightly made or as creative as the one you've made." 

"What about mine?" the dark-haired girl asks. 

You pause your cutting to peek at her giraffe. "That's so cute, I love it," you praise. "Wow, I'm sitting with the next Picasso's and I didn't even know it." 

Your voice… Steve's barely ever heard you speak like that. So soft, and so loving. 

Not that you don't speak to him sweetly, half the time he thinks your words are more love than sense, but this is new. That's how parents talk to their kids, how sisters talk to younger siblings, and aunties talk to niblings. It's a familial, mellow sound.

It kind of drives him crazy. He tightens his hands in the fabric of your jacket, head racing with thoughts he hadn't stopped to think of before. You with kids. You with a family, his family. Kids that look like you, that carry your features and your sweetness around for you when you can't.

Kids that don't look a thing like you, or him.

You put down the scissors and hand over a freshly cut, stand-up giraffe to one of the kids. It looks great, and the kid says thank you with a clumsy ardency that you clearly adore. 

"You're welcome, Nina," you say. "I'll do yours next, Hal, if you're ready." 

The blonde boy passes you his giraffe. Before you take up the scissors again, you look at the boy's front, and you laugh kindly. "Baby, your buttons are all wrong. They're wonky, see?" 

"Oh," Hal says, looking down, "I don't know how to do them."

"I can help, if you want." 

He nods voraciously. You start to correct his buttons in silence, and Steve isn't afraid to admit to himself that it's the last straw. There is something endearing, hypnotising about watching you take care of others, he thinks the forbidden words — you would make the most beautiful mother. 

You giggle and straighten Hal's shirt when you're done. "Tada." 

"Thanks," Hal says, sounding pleased. 

"You're super welcome. Stevie?" 

It takes Steve a second to realise you're talking to him. You're looking up at him where he's frozen, concern knitting together your darling brows. "Is everything okay?" 

"I just– brought your jacket. It's cold." 

You stand up from the table and pat Hal on the shoulder, a frown twisting over your face. 

"You look pale," you say, taking your jacket. You pull it on one arm at a time, and tilt your head back as Steve dives in to zip it up. "How are you feeling?" 

"I'm fine," he says. I'm going insane, he thinks.

"You caught me slacking off." 

"This is slacking off?" 

You huff a laugh. "Well, yeah. I should be checking the dates on a box of cornflour right now." 

"You haven't mentioned this," —he gestures vaguely at the table of art's and crafts— "before. Do you come in here a lot?" 

You hum as you wrap your hands around his wrists. You pull his hands to your shoulders, and grin when he gets the memo and gives you a hug. 

"Thanks for bringing my jacket." 

His hand scrapes up your back, trying to pull you closer when you're as close as you can possibly be. "You know how busy my schedule is." 

"I know." Your sarcasm is biting. "My poor boy." Less so. 

You pull away and he still can't believe it. You have an air of content about you, a lightness he's always amazed to see. 

"Sammy asks me for arts and crafts help all the time. The uh, apocalypse kind of threw a spanner into the works for most of these kids. Some of them don't know how to write, or use scissors. And we all know they barely need me in the pantry, they could replace me with a well organised book." 

"Do you like helping out here?" he asks carefully. 

"Yeah, I do." 

His head is reeling. 

The future is a long way away and right here at the same time. You and Steve could make something. 

He doesn't know what you want. Maybe you don't want kids, maybe you won't be ready for another ten years, but the possibility isn't something Steve can ignore. 

"You can stay and help if you want to?" you ask.

He doesn't have control over his own body when he nods, a panging ache in his chest for the possible future. You beam and lead him over to the table of children, taking up your scissors as Steve settles in a chair a ways away from you. 

"Hi, guys, this is my boyfriend, Steve. I bet some of you have seen him before. He's gonna help us with the cutting out, okay?" 

Steve smiles at the gaggle of little faces that turn his way. "Hey, guys. I'm a way better cutter outer than Y/N, so if you want the best giraffe you gotta ask me." 

Some are old enough to understand his sarcasm, and some aren't. He's delighted when Hal, the blonde-haired, brown-eyed boy, turns to you to stroke your arm. "It's okay," he says, "I still think you're the best one." 

"Thank you, Hal." 

[kaledya]

I LOVE dark fantasy, (vamp/creepy gods) deep political drama and families and the steampunk vibe on it. The cherry on the top ! I'm probably more of a Edwardian era girly that Victorian era girly but love both of them.

For your story, its a nice start for the differences in social hierarchy, it's a classic. I am not familiar of Brandon Sanderson's (did I write the name right?) Books because they're not really well translated in my language, in my opinion. But I can help with some refs if you want !

For exemple, if you are new in writing this type of worlds, I would recommend "soft worbuilding and big on vibes". With visuals (anime) : Violet Evergarden, Howl's Moving Castle. Both are fantasy soft steampunk-y. You can see on the concept art, props, machinery that are not too complicated to make and design. Jules Verne's works/drawings are a basic for the steampunk theme! Of course.

Then If you want something more deeper for the construction of society, Arcane (the show) is a very good dichotomy of rich and poor. If you want to have nice victorian clothes searching, you have the manga EMMA from Kaoru Mori (beautiful drawings!)

I know steampunk fantasy books but I don't know if they are translate in foreign languages ??

ANYWAY ! I need to stop! Because this message will be longer than any human life spend ever ahah!

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Also yes I have started my own AU before I know your art. Just "how would I have written Hazbin Hotel ?" I did a full redesign of mostly all the characters, have OCs and deeper lore on Eve/Roo/Lilith part of the story and a ALL deeper lore on Alastor, Alastor's backstory. Its the focus of it.

Its very demonical hierarchy, bureaucratic kind of vibe ? Like :

Character : "I will postponed my duel. We need that information... and this file?" Other character : "Let me call this president... yes. I need a new weapon for... what do you mean half of my legion is fucking dead ?! WHO is training them ?! I need an advocate." (Hell have presidents) Character 3 : "What the hell is the Order of the Flies ? What do you mean Satan had a revolution in mind ? I need a coffee. No. Kill me."

I just think its so funny that demons have a human hierarchy, makings calls and just dying under paperwork. Its chaotic. For exemple, Charlie has brother and sister, one just left Hell to chill in Earth, the other is kinda married to her uncle ? Its just wild. But demons !

I paused it to write fully Arencha Amendable! At the beginning, It was HARD for me to remember that your prince of Hell (Constantine) for exemple, is not my prince of Hell (In my AU) or the fact Alastor as a daughter too in my AU who is NOT like Serenity at all ahah. So I really work on knowing your SS AU to be great at it !

I would be happy to show it to you but not in public.🌸🌸🌸 In case I want to write it on ao3 one day, in another timeline or something ahah

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I forgot to say that I love Lackadaisy too ! My favorite character is the Cajun cat girl... Sérafine ? Mordecai and the 3 main. The others characters are adorable! What's yours ?

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Yes I just love your art. Stop making me cry damn it *take gently my hamster back* thank you 🌸🌸

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Berserk is very great manga. I understand! When you said you have a t-shirt Berserk I look at mine and I was like (its a pastel t-shirt with a white cute bunnyon it) "slay !"

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And yes of course the beginning of Constantine and Serenity friendship is difficult ! And slow ! Like Hell is not a good place to have friend at all, and then Constantine is really not approachable for Sinners normaly and Serenity even if she is kind of a show girl (a greatest actor!) She is also someone discreet in her ways of doing things. I think ? Trust is complicated to built !

I'm happy you liked the Constantine/Verdelet little short story ! Your little dialogue was SO FUNNY ! Because that's a good resume :

V : "come on..." C : "I will not have sexual intercourse..." V : "Lesson time !! Look at this fleshy heart !"

I reread it just to laugh again at your dialogue ahah.

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Ahaha ! And I'm so ready for the Con and Lolicia fanarts ! 😭 all if your drawings. But don't worry if you don't have a lot of time to do it now.

Remember. I'm not going anywhere. Your studies/exams first🌸🌸

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I'm glad you like Abaddon !! And the short stories with Azrael and him !

AND I TRIED FOR DRAWING AZRAEL ! he was more complicated than I expected?!

And thank you for blessing mine eyes!!! What do you mean ? Ahah.

Have a great day too 🌸🌸

Yes, these themes are seriously awesome! I'm so glad to hear YOU loved it TOO!

And the Edwardian Era is also a very interesting Era, and its aesthetics are very beautiful.

And yes, you pronounced the name correctly, and don't worry, I just read the 1st book of Mistborn in English because they did not translate it well into my language too! (I had a headache from translating it).

I'm also thinking of reading the book called The Way of the King. I often see Sanderson being praised for his universe building! Inspiration is inspiration.

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THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR RECOMMENDATIONS And seriously, I have always loved the art design and environmental design of Violet Evergarden, it was also an anime that I loved in terms of story factors.

And YES! I definitely get a lot of inspiration from Arcane. In general, the Runterra universe is a universe that inspires me a lot.

Thank you again for your advice and resource suggestions, I will look into them all! Information is information!

The length of the message is really not a problem, I love reading what you write!

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WHATTTTTT!!! Luckily, I would really like to see your design for the characters and the lore you have in mind for the characters! And your version reminded me of the politics-based structure of the first 4 seasons of GOT Series where this type of dialogue dominates are truly perfect for me. And I think that the hierarchy of hell is a really important and interesting topic, and it's really nice to include these parts in the story.

And Yes lmao Imagine, there are papers lined up like mountains in front of the important figures in hell, and they have to read and deal with them one by one.

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Lmao I would 100/100 be the brother who goes to the world and has fun. Paperworks wastes people's lives.

And I really understand, after watching House of Dragons, I started to dont judge(dont think about so much) such events in such fictions And yes, it is hell, anything can happen there!

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I seriously find your AU interesting and if you come back to write it one day I look forward to reading it! And I was really happy to learn that we were considering similar concepts for AU snow!

And how is your AU prince and alastor's daughter's personality and story on ice! I'm seriously curious about your perfection!

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And lackdaisy is seriously amazing, I'm still surprised when I see the drawing quality of the comic, the illustrator is a very talented person!

Cajun Cat? I can't remember exactly, but I choose Mordecai and the main trio, they all have unique personalities. And I love that although Mordecia is shown as the most grumpy person, on the otherwise is the one whose facial expression you see the most.

My favorite? Hmm I guess my fav is Zib, the depressive musician cat who is fed up with life.🤌

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Yes, but it's still your decision whether to add this friendship factor to the story or not. You can do whatever you want, I'm okay with both options.

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And I seriously love the interactions between Verdelet and Constantine, they are two fun people to read! And I'm so glad you liked the little dialogue I wrote!

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And thank you so much for being patient and understanding!I'm really excited to draw them both together!!

-- And of course I will love Abbadon, I really loved his design and personality and I say again, your fanarts are really beautiful!

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First of all, I read it up to date and I liked all the chapters you posted. The activities to unite the team were really well thought out, Sir Pentious warming up to the team. Trust activity after he arrived

In general, the activity held among the hotel residents was really great, everything was thought out in detail, I really loved it!It was really nice to have the team interact with each other or to read Lolicia's reactions to some events. Alastor's dialogues are also really fun to read.

In the short stories, the vee's stories were really nice, reading all of them was both fun and I think it gave the reader a different perspective, it was a really smart decision and in those short stories...introduced OCs caught my attention, I'm already curious if we'll see them again in the future!

And I wasn't expecting to see the Constantine cut at the end of the Vee episodes. It was a really nice surprise and I really loved the way you showed him in the story. Again, it's a very Epic shot.

And your drawings were great, as was the short with Verdelet. The design of the succubuses in Story was very nice, and the designs of the other versions of Abaddon were very good. I really like your designs!

And The fanart you drew of Verdeletand Constantine in the past was VERY BEAUTIFUL, THANK YOU SO MUCH, MY EYES ARE BLESSED AND THE YOU DRAW CLOTHES ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL. (Verdelet gives me the material girl Vibe💅)

Thank you again for the fanart.

AND WE SEE A SECTION OF LOLICIA'S PAST. WHAT DOES THAT SCENE MEAN? WHAT HAPPENED TO HER? MANY QUESTIONS BUT NO ANSWERS!

*starts hanging pins and clues on the wall*

AND ABBADON AND THE ROO/EVE SCENE I REALLY DIDN'T EXPECT THIS WHATTTTTT????

But the way the scene was written and described was really great. I really loved the way you handled Eve and Roo. I already loved Abaddon. I can't wait to see more about him now.

I'm seriously curious about what route the story will take after the warm-up arcs are over!!

And PRIDE MONTH FARANT I seriously think you drew the characters very cute and beautifully, they all looked great, I really liked them, thank you for bleesing my eyes again!

I hope I haven't forgotten any detail, if there is, please let me know, I don't want to miss anything!

And I apologize for the late reply. I haven't been on Tumblr for a long time and the my ınbox was really full. I saw your message recently!

Thank you again for taking the time to write this fanfic and draw fanart. It makes me so happy to read your fanfic! But please don't tire yourself out and get plenty of rest, you deserve it! ❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂

[fetishfairytales2]

Mall Madness (Brandi & Heather)

Mall Madness, Pt 1: Fitting Room Fashion Show Late one evening…

"But Mommy..." he whined, almost crying right there at the back door. I couldn't help but smirk as I saw Brandi's face turn red with embarrassment. He knew better than to argue with me, but he just couldn't help himself. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own. "What if the neighbors see me out here in my diapers?"

But I wasn't going to let him get away with it this time. "Aww, is poor Brandi embarrassed about being seen by the cute girl next door in his pink Pampers?" No, I had the perfect idea for a punishment that would put him in his place. "Okay sissy, come inside." that night, I called up my friend Ashleigh. She loved getting in on humiliating Brandi as much as I did.

"Mall trip?" Ashleigh cackled, passing me my Starbucks order when I swung open the front door early the next morning. We snuck into Brandi's sissy nursery together, being careful not to wake the little sweetie. I counted down from 3 and flipped on the lights while Ashleigh pulled back his little baby blanket and tickled him awake. "Wake up, Baby Brandi!" She taunted, "We're going to have, like, the best time ever today!" Brandi groaned and tried to hide his face, but I wasn't having it. I grabbed his puny wrists and yanked them away. 

And then we began the process of dressing him. Ashleigh picked out the perfect outfit for him - a pink frilly dress, pink ribbons for sissy pigtails, and a shirt that said "Daddy's Little Girl". I couldn't help but laugh as we put it on him, seeing the look of humiliation and shame on his face. "Aww, does sissy Brandi hate being dressed like a little girl?" I teased, snapping a few pictures and popping his penis pacifier in to stop the ensuing temper tantrum. “Shh,” I hushed him, “Mommy really doesn’t care. Like at all sweetie.”

(Princess Heather has gotten bored and is forcing me to take over telling the story until we get to the “good part”. She says the readers will like hearing me talk about how humiliated I was… 😞)

They dragged me out the door and practically threw me into the backseat of the car, strapping me into a pink car seat that had annoying little sissy toys attached to it. They teased and taunted me the whole car ride. "Isn't Sissy Baby Brandi excited for her trip to the mall with the big girls? I bet Brandi is so excited to show off her cute outfit!" I wanted to shrink into my seat and disappear. 

When we finally arrived at the mall, they took me out of the car and put me into a sissy stroller, complete with frilly pink cushions and a canopy. Ashleigh pushed me as Heather walked beside us, holding a bright pink diaper bag that had "sissy baby" written on it in big, bold letters. Passersby couldn't help but stare and giggle at the sight of a grown man dressed as a sissy baby being pushed around like an infant. 

Heather seemed to love the attention, smiling and waving at anyone who caught her eye. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me right there. But I knew better than to disobey my Princess. If I didn’t want the punishment to be much worse than it already was, I had to do whatever she said.

I was immediately met with stares and giggles from everyone who saw. Heather and Ashleigh made sure to point out every person who was looking at me, just to make it worse. “Oooh…Victoria’s Secrete!” I heard Heather giggle. They made me sit in the middle of the store in my stroller while they browsed through lingerie, drawing everyone’s attention by asking me what looked sexiest. Heather would hold up two bras ask; “which one would make me look hotter, Brandi? This one or the black one?” 

“I-I don't know…” I would try to stammer behind my gag. Ashleigh cut me off and spun my stroller around to face her; “Oh, come on Brandi. You're supposed to know what a woman wants! But then again, you're not really a man, are you?” She held up two pairs of black lace panties; “g-string or thong sissy? Which is going to make my booty pop more?” 

I was so overwhelmed with all the stares down the people in the store that I started crying. Heather wiped my tears and patted me on the head; “Aww, poor little sissy baby. You're just here to carry our bags and look pretty, aren’t you?” I nodded slowly, not sure what else to do. “Good girl. Now let's go try on some lingerie. You can be our little fashion critic.”

As we approached the changing rooms, one girls working there approached us. She was openly laughing at me and my outfit! Mommy Heather, being the sadistic Princess she is, didn't try to hide it. She pushed the canopy of the stroller back, exposing me to the whole store. "Oh my goodness, he...she, maybe?" The girl giggled. "She is so cute!" Heather just chuckled and responded, "Thank you! My sissy boyfriend is just so embarrassed by how pretty she is, I had to take her out and show her off!” The clueless employee looked shocked…at first. “No! She’s such a cutie! I’m Kylie by the way! How can I help?”

Ugh. Why was she so eager? She was like 19…this should be weird to her! Her coworkers look weirded out, why isn’t she? “I’m Heather, this is Ashleigh, and this is Brandi!” Heather beamed. Kylie leaned in and stuck her tongue out at me making faces like I was an actual baby! “How old is she?” She asked, cooing at me. “33…months,” Ashleigh winked, “she’s big for her age.” Heather looked down at me with a stern look; “thank the nice woman for telling you how cute you look sissy!” 

Another employee came over to see what was going on and both women’s eyes almost popped out of their heads when Heather pulled the pacifier gag from my lips. “Th-thank you…” I stammered. How could I be this stupid? I should have just gone outside in my diaper. Now I don’t just have to worry about the neighbors. “Could we try some things on?” Heather asked sweetly.

(“Okay sweetie, let Mommy Heather handle this. You're just being a silly little sissy, making a big fuss over nothing. Those girls were being nice to you!” 😇)

The quieter of the two sales girls looked taken aback as I firmly pushed the three-inch "special binky" back into Brandi's mouth. She quickly turned and left without a word. However, Kylie stood there, quite unbothered. "Are you trying something on or...?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. "For us, silly!" I chuckled. "Brandi is far too young to wear grown-up underwear!" Ashleigh joined in with a giggle, adding, "But really, they're mainly for our boyfriends!"

"Did you not just say that he was..." Kylie struggled to find a tactful way to ask, gesturing towards Brandi. "Honey, he's a grown man dressed in diapers and tied in a stroller at a mall. Do you honestly think I would ever let him touch me?" I laughed. "No, I'm only with him for his money. For anything else, there are plenty of actual men out there, right? Do you mind if we bring him in with us?" 

Kylie raised her eyebrows quizzically, but eventually shrugged and opened the door to the dressing room. "Just between us girls," I whispered to Kylie, "I'll be in the food court later if you want to know more..."

"Well," Ashleigh smirked as I faced the stroller towards us and ensured the door was securely locked. "Finally, some alone time," she playfully removed her top, giving my poor trapped sissy an amazing view of her tits in her bra. "Now it's your turn," she smiled, slowly pulling my shirt over my head. 

Brandi could not hide his dread, knowing he was about to witness a show that would only worsen his frustration in that pretty pink chastity cage. "Don't even think about turning away," I whispered seductively in his ear. With a devious grin, Ashleigh held up a sheer black lace bra and matching thong. "Let's see how they look on me, shall we?"

I eagerly dropped to my knees in front of her and flashed Brandi a sexy grin. I unbuttoned Ashleigh’s jeans and then expertly positioned her so that her back was to Brandi. Gently, I guided her out of her pants, ensuring her pert, peachy ass was perfectly in view for Brandi to see from a distance. "And now for these," I laughed, slowly removing her thong, teasingly peeling it off her for maximum effect and giving her a little spank.

"How kind of you," Ashleigh felt me place the string of skimpy thong perfectly on her ass. "I wouldn't want any prying eyes catching a glimpse," I laughed with another spank to her ass. I stood up and helped her put on the bra, her back still to Brandi. She turned around slowly, pressing her body against the sissy's, who couldn't stop staring at her ample cleavage. "So, what's your verdict, sissy? Will my boyfriend like this?" she purred.

Pathetic little Brandi was struggling and Ashleigh just couldn't help but playfully twirl her hair and snuggle up against him. "Oh sweetie, are you having trouble expressing yourself?" I taunted. "Maybe if you just told Princess Ashleigh how stunning she is, she wouldn't have to keep trying to convince you..."

“Brandi! You’re hurting my feelings!” Ashleigh choked back a fake sob and turned to the poor cuck by shaking her booty in front of him. "Is it the thong?" She playfully asked, looking over her shoulders and batting her eyelashes. "Is it not the right size? Or maybe my butt is too big for it?"

Ashleigh made sure to get up close and personal with the loser, swaying her hips and thrusting her perfect ass towards him. She would lean over the sissy to make sure her tits were right in his face, asking "do you like what you see, loser?" with a bitchy little laugh. As she continued to dance, she would run her fingers through her hair, toss it around, and grind on the sissy, making sure he was painfully aware of how close he was to the perfect body he could never have. 

“You can look," she giggled at him, "but just like every other woman in the world, you can never touch.” While Ashleigh had Brandi's full attention, I sneaked up behind him and wrapped my arm around his waist, reaching for his little diaper. "Oopsie," I teased as Ashleigh finished up her dance. "It seems someone's leaking stickies in their sissy diapees! Did you enjoy Ms. Ashleigh's cute undies more than you let on, Sissy Brandi?"

I slowly started tracing my nails around the sissy's straining, plastic-covered prison. “Eyes on me Sissy Slut!” I growled, kneading my other hand firmly into his sissy balls to ensure I had his full, undivided attention now. "Ms. Ashleigh is going to SLOWLY strip off that sexy lingerie and try on another set, and then I'll try one on, and another..." I was tickling the head of his trapped clitty through the bars now.

"Oh,” I smiled up at him, “and another, until you’re a quivering, crying mess. We're going to help you though sissy, don't worry," I reassured him with a firm flick to his tiny sissy marbles. "We're going to massage these," and I yanked harder, "the whole time. After all of our outfits, we'll decide which ones made you leak the most. Those, you lucky little sissy slave, are the ones you'll be buying for us! Along with whatever else we want..."

Mall Madness, Pt 2: Fun in the Food Court coming soon…

[ya-what--ya-erster]

Mistake, Regret, or Something to that Level

PROOF-READ CREDIT TO: @waiting-makes-me-antsy Thank you!!

Albert/Davey UNREQUITED, prequel to Goodbye Don't Last Forever

kinda angsty, enjoy.

David was lost. Completely and totally lost. How was he supposed to carry on when the center of his world just up and left without a word to him?

He didn't really know how to cope long term, but he knew that a visit to his best friend's house might just help.

Ever since Francis left David (a year ago), David and Albert had become the closest of friends (except for Race and Albert, but Race was off in Australia being an impressive dancer). The two were almost inseparable. Seeing one or the other alone was a rare occurrence which was usually met by some sort of joke about how joint at the hip the two boys were.

So David was on his way to Albert's apartment in January, wearing flannel sweatpants and a sweatshirt with a cute snake drawing on the front (Albert gave it to him). It was cold, and snowy, and he regretted not putting on a coat or a hat or anything, but it wasn't far to Albert's place.

By the time David knocked on the door, he thought he was going to die of the cold, but Albert saw him and immediately pulled him into the apartment and handed him a blanket.

"Dave, are you alright?" Albert asked, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

"No." David leaned sideways onto Albert, burying his face in his shoulder.

"Oh, come here." Albert put an arm around David. "You need to get drunk."

"Yeah I do."

...

Several hours (they think) later, the two are flat-out wasted.

David got honest when he got drunk, and never remembered anything afterwards, and Albert just got crazy (and maybe a little more confident).

"What if she was the only one I was meant to be with?" David asked.

"She wasn't." Albert laughed like it was the silliest thing he'd ever heard.

"But nobody could love me like I thought she did."

"But I love you." Albert's smile spread across his face. "You're my best friend."

"But don't people in love kiss? And boys can't kiss boys."

"I've kissed boys."

"Oh."

The boys fell silent, and then Albert burst into laughter again.

"What's so funny?" David asked (but he was smiling).

"Would you kiss me if I was a girl?"

"I would kiss anything if it were Francis."

"So pretend I'm her, then. It'll make you feel better to kiss someone."

"But-"

Albert cut Davey off with a deep, drunk kiss on the mouth.

And Davey liked it.

Davey wanted more of that feeling.

So he kissed back.

He could do whatever he wanted, he decided. It wasn't like there was anyone to tell him no, except for Albert who had initiated the kiss.

Very quickly, the kiss turned into more. Shirts unbuttoned, hands in hair, and the possibility of several purple marks to appear in the morning.

"Should we keep going?" Albert asked.

Davey blamed it on the fact that he was drunk that he said yes.

...

David woke up not in his bed. Albert's bed, he knew, from the many times he'd slept over.

David immediately felt guilty wash over him. Had he seriously kicked Albert out of his own bet just to fuck some girl that was not even there anymore? He didn’t really know, he couldn’t really remember, but it was fairly obvious in his mind that he had fucked someone. And Albert didn't do well with change in routine, Davey knew that. He was feeling worse and worse about it the more he thought, so he made a move to get up and go apologize.

The headache was not good as he stood up out of the bed and headed into the kitchen area of the apartment.

“Sorry for taking up your bed last night Al.”

“Doesn’t bother me.” Albert smiled. He handed David a glass of water and two ibuprofen pills. “This might help a bit.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“So. Uhm. Happen to know the identity of the girl I slept with in your bed last night or…”

Something flashed across Alberts face. Hurt. But he picked up quickly with a laugh.

“You should be asking who the guy was.”

“The… A guy?”

“Yessir.”

“Okay so uh who was this potential guy that I-“

Albert pressed a quick kiss to the tip of David’s nose, quieting him.

“Hi there.” He said with a little smile.

(Albert was dying inside. He wasn't this forward. He wasn't this confident. He wasn't this person who was flirting shamelessly with his best friend.)

“Oh.”

“Is that… is that okay?”

“Al, I… I didn’t even know- But I don’t even remember it so how am I supposed to know what it felt like? I don’t-“

“I could kiss you again.”

“What?”

“I said I could kiss you again.”

David didn’t respond, so Albert just cupped his face in his hands and kissed him.

Pulling away after a moment, David blinked. “Is that what that’s supposed to feel like? I never- it was never like that with her.”

“Good way or bad way?”

“Good.”

“Well, Dave. It must be really confusing for ya, all this. But… I’d like to help you along the way, if you’ll accept?"

"I don't think... Al, I don't think I can. I don't think I love you like that and I'm sorry-"

"That's alright, Davey. It is what it is."

...

Albert kept a smile on his face for two more hours while Davey hung around in his apartment awkwardly, too tired to walk himself home yet.

Albert, who was majorly stressed out, would have offered to walk him home. But, he didn't want to seem rude, and he didn't want to face the outside world with its flashing lights and loud noises and people bumping into him every five seconds.

As soon as Davey left, though, everything came crashing down.

Albert was stupid. Stupid to have done what he did. Stupid to have hoped that it would work out.

Mostly, though, he was stupid for falling in love with his best friend.

It wasn't fair that Davey was that effortlessly pretty and glamorous and nice and smart and perfect. Albert never even stood a chance.

So who could blame him, really, for crying? He had wrecked his perfectly routine life and possibly his relationship with his best friend.

He called Race in a desperate attempt to feel better, but it didn’t help much because then he just missed Race too. Why couldn’t Race be in the United States? Why did he have to be so far away?

Albert closed his eyes as he sat down on the couch, trying to make the tears go away. Crying made his head hurt.

But, despite that, Albert cried himself to sleep that night.

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Sanguine Shadow, Sweeter Light

Doe promised herself she wouldn't.

So what was she supposed to do now that the captain was at her door, looking like that? She bit her lip, meeting his eyes again. They sparkled red as wine, his mouth quirking in a smug little smile at her expression. Her mouth is dry. She swallows hard, drawing herself up to her full height.

She grabs him by the front of his pretty sheer shirt and pulls. 'Get in here,' she says with a growl, standing on tiptoe to kiss him hard, almost angrily. 'You really fucking upset me,' she says, glaring at him. 'You don't speak to me like that ever again, you understand?'

Astarion is a little taken aback. Spitfire indeed. 'Loud and clear, sweet bunny.'

'Good.' With that, she tears the shirt from his shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor. Her hands smooth up his torso, his skin cool under her hands, digs her nails into his shoulders, pulling his mouth to hers again. He tastes of brandy and citrus, she the sweetness of plum wine.

'That was expensive,' he purrs against her lips. 'And,' he grins down at her, suddenly dangerous. 'What did I say about giving orders on my ship?'

'You said you can't have it,' she says.

'Mmmhmm. So... to make up for it...' He tucks a stray hair behind her ear, stroking down her neck and stopping at the laces of her sleep shirt. 'Take it off. That's an order.'

She blushes, pulling it over her head to join his on the floor. She's naked underneath, her hair tumbling over her breasts and down her back in a dark cascade. With gentle hands, Astarion moves her hair aside to press an open kiss to her throat. She sighs, her hands roaming over his back; under her fingers his skin is raised and rough; she pulls back, her eyes concerned.

'Later.' He kisses up her neck, sucks small red marks into her skin.

'My shirt won't cover that!'

He nips at her jaw. 'Mm. So?'

'Well...'

'You're mine, aren't you?' A harder nip.

She gasps. 'Ouch!' In apology, he presses his tongue to the bite.

''Sorry, sweet girl,' he says, pulling back. 'I was trying to be civilised. But I can't wait any longer.'

Without warning, he picks her up, forearms cradling her back as he slams her into the wall. She squeals as he hoists her higher, pulling her legs over his shoulders. She threads a hand through his white curls, her other arm braced against the wall.

'I'm starving, darling,' he says quietly, the hunger in his red eyes turning her stomach in somersaults. 'Let me.' His breath is cool against the apex of her thighs. She's wet already, bites her kiss-swollen lips and nods. 'Tell me,' he orders. 'Use that pretty voice of yours to tell me you want me to make you scream.'

'I've never done this before,' she whispers instead. 'Any of it.'

His eyes soften immediately, deep and tender. 'Oh, you cute little thing. Don't you worry. I've got you.'

Doe strokes his hair back from his face, is taken aback by its openness. He means it.

'Then I want you to ensure I can't walk without remembering you tomorrow.'

Astarion lavishes attention on her thighs, teeth and tongue and lips put to the task of turning her pale, delicate skin red. She whimpers, trying to be quiet.

'What are you doing?' he growls softly. 'You better not be holding back, my girl.'

'But they'll hear-'

'They'll hear what?' His eyes burn with passion, with possession. 'I said I'd take care of you. If I don't hear it I'm going to assume I'm not doing my job right. And as captain, I take that incredibly seriously. You hear?'

'Yes.'

'Yes what, pretty girl?'

Doe finds herself grinning. 'Yes, Captain Ancunin.'

'That's what I thought.' And he dives in, tasting her arousal on his tongue, letting it flood his mouth. He groans, a deep rumble she can feel inside her, and she jolts against him. He holds her tighter, keeping her still even as a stream of whimpers issues from her mouth, whimpers that turn into begging as he refuses to relent, focused with an intensity that almost frightens her on bringing her to completion.

'Oh, gods,' she gasps. 'Fuck, Astarion-'

He snarls at that, breaking away to look up at her, his mouth and chin gleaming in the low light. 'Again.'

'Astarion, I-' She breaks off into a scream as a fang brushes delicately over her clit. 'Oh, gods, I can't-'

'Oh, good girl,' he purrs, gazing up at her for a moment or two, savouring the sight of her flushed face, her eyes screwed shut. 'Open your eyes.'

She takes a shallow breath and obeys, as the captain closes his lips around her again, a rumble from his throat quaking her whole body.

And then he bites.

A scream tears from her throat as she crashes into orgasm, his strong arms holding her up as he drinks, moaning into her. She pulls on his hair, sagging as her legs turn to jelly. 'FUCK!' she cries out, unable to do anything but cling to him for dear life.

'Keep going like that,' he warns, 'and I won't be able to wait until I'm inside you.'

'Gods-'

'None of them here to save you, pretty girl.' He grins then, all sharp teeth. 'Not from me.'

'Fuck, you're so hot.'

'Feeling's mutual, little bunny. And you taste so sweet... here.' He lets her drop, catching her by the waist so she doesn't crumple to the floor. 'Taste.' He crushes their lips together, presses his tongue into her mouth, and she tastes herself- arousal and the coppery tang of blood, just a trace of it. He takes her face in his hands delicately, bright blue healing light flooding her body. 'There. Good as new. I don't want it to hurt.'

He presses his forehead to hers. 'I hope you know I'm not finished with you yet.' His half-tied leather trousers are straining against his erect cock; before he can, Doe's fingers make quick work of the knots, and he divests himself, throwing them to the pile. 'I hope you're ready.'

'I don't think you ate me out thoroughly enough,' she jests, smirking as his eyes go almost black. 'You better make-' she squeals as he all but tackles her into the mattress with one arm around her hips, a feral little noise muffled into her neck. She giggles as he attacks her neck and chest with kisses, marking her here and there. 'Not fair!' She laughs. 'You're still pristine.'

He pauses briefly. 'Don't worry. You can bite me to your heart's content next time.'

'...Next time?'

'Don't play coy. This isn't a one-time thing and you know it.'

'Well, I like you rather a lot,' she muses, smirking at him. 'So I suppose...'

'Cheeky.' Astarion throws her a half fanged smile. 'I'm going to make you forget your own name now, is that alright with you?'

'Oh yes,' she breathes, watching his face as he guides himself with one hard thrust inside her. She screams, still sensitive from his earlier attentions, feels tears gather in her eyes.

'I much prefer this,' he says. 'Tears of pleasure.' He tilts his head, watching her with a dangerous gleam in his eye. 'That's enough holding back.'

He grips her hips tightly, fucking her hard into the mattress, savouring her cries and sweet begging through tears. He brings her unrelenting to her second climax, not even pausing as he chases his own; the bed is in danger of breaking, and he would consider it a point of pride if it did. Burying his teeth in her soft breast, he comes inside her, leaning his weight on his arms to avoid crushing her as he falls forward, sweaty forehead to sweaty forehead. They share breath and he can't resist claiming her mouth again.

'They're going to hate us,' says Doe breathlessly, giggling. 'You evil man.'

His eyes glitter. 'I take pride in it, little bunny.' He kisses her forehead. 'Sleep now. I won't leave you.'

She is so exhausted. Closing her eyes, she feels him curl around her protectively, cool hands splayed over her belly, legs tangled with her own.

There would be consequences in the morning. But for now, she slid into sleep.

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