#Lys writes

[lilypadlys]

Haircuts make Dew uncomfortable.

A product of his element transition was that his hair got badly singed and most of the length had to be cut off. Dew loved his platinum blonde, practically white hair. Took immaculate care of it. Adored its body and how it rippled like water. And suddenly it was burnt and matted and gone. Then to add insult to injury, even after it grew back it became a harvest gold.

Dew hates it at first. No matter how much Aether and Mountain insist that his hair is prettier than ever, that it suits him so well, he hates it. At first, he wears it back and under hats and beanies, refusing to deal with it. Eventually it gets so bad though that he tries to bleach it. Unfortunately the bleach further trashes his already damaged hair and he has to get it cut short all over again.

His packmates know he needs help but they aren’t sure what to do. Compliments and affirmations are all well and good but they don't really help. Doesn’t fix it. He knows his packmates mean well but he can’t really take their words to heart.

Then one day, Cumulus asks Dew for his help with doing her hair. Says she’s trimming it to avoid split ends and could he help her with the back sections? He agrees and helps her out. He helps her straighten her hair so she can trim it, then helps her work in product afterwards to help it regain its curl. Then she asks if he would like her to do his.

He refuses immediately. His hair has just gotten back to a couple inches below shoulder length, still too short for his liking, and even an end trim seems like too much. She doesn’t take offense though, just nods and changes the subject; has him pick what scent of hair mask she should use next.

And then next time she does her hair, she has him help her decide how to style it; braids or in space buns. And the time after that if she should cut it all short for summer. He immediately gasps at the thought, and waxes poetic about how pretty her hair is until they’re both giggling. And then he regards his own tangled mane in the mirror.

He asks in a quiet voice if he can borrow her hair scissors. She agrees, handing them over and watching him carefully. He brings the scissors up to the ends of his hair, but he stops. Freezes. He can’t do it.

“Would you like me to help?” She asks gently.

He hesitates and then nods, passing the scissors back over. She gestures for him to sit on the edge of the tub and stands behind him.

“I’m just going to get the ends, alright? Just to help your hair be a bit less tangled. Is that okay?”

He nods, not trusting his voice.

She brushes through his hair gently, mindful of the tangles. Asks one more time if he’s okay with this. When he nods again she wraps a towel around him. She works as quickly as she can while still being careful to make sure everything is even. When she’s done, she sets the scissors aside and uses her air magic to sweep the cut ends of his hair away into the trashcan and out of sight. Then she brushes through his hair again and grabs the curling iron.

“Okay if I style it a little?”

“Sure.” Dew shrugs noncommittally.

An ironic perk of Dew’s hair now is that it’s a lot more fire resistant. Still Cumulus is careful not to turn the iron on too hot and risk burning herself. She uses it to add a slight wave to Dew’s hair before finally letting him look.

Dew gets up and shyly glances at himself in the mirror, eyes going wide once he does. Even though it’s not perfect, there’s still damaged ends left from lack of regular care, Dew has to admit that it looks a lot better. Cumulus had to take about three inches off but as he runs a hand through it and doesn’t get caught on a rats nest of tangled ends he sighs in relief. The slight wave has the corner of his mouth quirking up even as he begins to blink rapidly.

“Feel a little bit better?” Cumulus asks.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

They both ignore how Dew’s voice cracks a little. Cumulus definitely doesn’t notice that dampness around Dew’s eyes. She busies herself cleaning up while Dew turns away and rubs his eyes.

“If you’re up for it, I know what might really help. A nice deep shampooing and conditioning will go a long way towards helping maintain your hair. You can use my stuff and I’ll even help you wash if you want.”

Dew knows how protective over her hair products Cumulus is. The fact that she’s offering makes him smile. He nods.

“Thank you.”

Cumulus gets the both of them ensconced in the tub, Dew using his magic to keep the water steamy while Cumulus massages shampoo through his hair. The way her claws gently card over his scalp has him purring in no time despite the stress he’d been feeling. By the time she’s rinsing the conditioner, she practically has to hold him up so he doesn’t fall asleep right there in the bath. After, she helps him stand and wraps him in her fluffiest towel before wrapping a smaller towel around his head to dry his hair.

“Why don’t you get some comfy clothes and I’ll get a nest ready. Sounds good?”

“Uh huh.” Dew’s too worn out and sleepy to fuss about being taken care of.

He dutifully pads off to his room to change and Cumulus makes good on her promise and sets up a blanket and pillow nest. She’s just fluffing the last pillow when Dew returns in an oversized tee and sleep shorts, and mostly dry hair. Without complaint, he hops up on the bed and sinks into the blankets with a happy chirp. Cumulus finishes drying her own hair, changes into pajamas and joins him.

“Okay if I braid your hair? It’ll help with tangles and it’ll be wavy in the morning.”

“Kay.” He murmurs, already drifting off. She giggles and retrieves her brush from her nightstand. Dew is fast asleep before she even ties the braid off with a silk scrunchie.

[keferon]

The moment I saw Orion Pax flipping off the authorities I knew that this is going to be my perfect transformers movie

Because YES of course Optimus Prime is all serious and responsible and polite and stuff. He has to be that way. And of course Megatron is all charismatic and powerful. He has to be that way too.

BUT

Between their past selves??

Orion is the one who jumps off the roofs to fight jets in the air even though he can't fucking fly himself

And Megatron is the one who hides under the table during the bar fight

And I absolutely love them being that way

Transformers one gives me everything I need ahahah

[erraticreflections]

[ouchmyghostskin]

[urfriendlywriter]

prompts that has me lying on a highway:

(feel free to use <3 10, 15, 20 are my favs omds. yall tag me when u writeeee I'd love to read :))

"I'm glad you were strong, love."

"i notice the little efforts you make for me.. and i just want you to know i appreciate it." whos cutting onions

SMILING during a kissss >>>>>

the gaze that softens as soon as it lands on you.

hand holding, twirling in their arms, slow dancing > <

telling a joke just to see them laugh

"love.. isn't a word enough to express what i feel for you."

"you were my bestfriend, before you were anything else, love." <333

hugging. especially if they're not much of a hugger, but they keep hugging you because you feel down. (this is my bestfriend aaah ilovehersm :( )

"tell me what you want, baby." in the deepest, nearly inaudible murmur AAAAH

when they always feed you their last bite

"give me a hug."

"i can't even act mad at you, love."

flirty BANTERS!!!!

"I'll come over there and make you shut up then." "you can try."

"i love you." "say it again."

caressing one's cheek (the one in the face.)

running into each other's arms after barely surviving

enemies but one is admitting, confessing and crying to the another after almost losing them!!!!!

collecting your injured lover,

^ "don't you dare die on me, [full fckn name]." "i won't, my love, i want to live for you... with you. for a long time." they strain but their smile after makes you cry.

"this is so wrong," "if so, then stop me, love," "you tempt me, [name]-" cue a KISSSSS "-and you drive me insane."

being curled up together on the bed, their face buried in your chest.

"i like how you did ____ today/that day."

forehead kisses. cheek kisses, knuckle kisses.

[lilypadlys]

This has been living in my head rent free for months. So anyway...

Storm

Summary: Rain blood bends a bratty Dewdrop into submission.

Ship: Dew/Rain

Work Count: 1,692

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Tags: smut, bloodbending, mean Rain, bratty Dewdrop, choking, blowjob, cumming untouched

AO3 Link

“You ready?” Rain asks softly.

“Yeah of course.” Dew rolls his eyes.

“It’s just that this is really different from anything we’ve done before. It can be a little intense.”

“You think I’m scared?” Dew huffs.

Rain sighs. “You remember the safeword?”

“Yeah.”

“And? What is it?”

“River. Happy?”

“My my, aren’t we feisty.” Rain tsks, switching to a disapproving tone. “Get out there.” He gestures to the doors that open to the lawn.

Dewdrop pushes open the door but hesitates, playing his part. “Wow, it’s really pouring.”

A thunderstorm had been brewing all day and it had only just let loose. The rain pelts down hard and fast. Perfect weather for a water ghoul. Not so much for a fire ghoul though.

“Scared?” Rain teases.

Dew snorts. “As if.”

“Then go.” Rain shoves Dew none to gently out the door and into the downpour. He follows close behind. They both tramp through the sodden grass, their way lit only by the stars and the full moon.

“So, where we going?” Dew asks.

“The lake.” Rain provides no elaboration.

“Why do we need to go to the lake? We’re already soaked just standing out here in the rain.”

“You’ll see.” Dew can hear the smirk in Rain’s voice.

They continue their walk in silence.

With Rain behind him, Dew can’t see the mischievous grin on the water ghoul’s face. He also can’t see when Rain subtly raises his hand and clenches his fist.

What Dew is quite aware of is the sudden snugness of his pants. They're tight in a way that can’t be attributed to the rain dampening his jeans, making them stick to his legs. He looks down to find them significantly tented.

What the hell? Dew is aroused, sure. The promise of sex with Rain is enough to get him excited, but this is a bit much too early. At least Rain is behind him and can’t see how worked up he already is.

“You doing alright Dewy?”

Or can he? “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” Dew tries to sound nonchalant. He really just sounds nervous.

“Just checking.”

The ghouls reach the lakefront and the adjoining pier soon after.

“Okay, we’re here. You gonna fuck me or what?” Dew patience is running thin. His erection is only getting more insistent and the rub of the damp denim as he walks is not helping.

“Was that a demand?” Rain’s clipped tone makes Dew shrink slightly. “Who’s in charge here?”

Dew opens his mouth to say something snide but Rain’s stern glare stops him. “You.” He mumbles instead.

“Good. Get on your knees.”

Dew takes his sweet time, determined to brat. He stretches his shoulders and rolls his neck before ambling over to the dock and setting down on his knees. The rough wooden slats bite into his knees and shins even through his jeans. He looks up at Rain with a bored expression.

Rain rolls his eyes. “If you don’t really want it, I can go find Swiss. Or Mountain. Maybe both. I’m sure they would be a lot more grateful.”

Dew flushes and shakes his head. “No, I want it.”

“Then act like it.”

Dew just nods, silently waiting for further instruction.

Rain cups the side of Dew’s face with one hand. He presses his thumb to Dew’s lips.

“Open.”

Dew parts his lips and lets Rain pet over his tongue with his thumb. After a minute, Dew cheekily bites down, earning him Rain’s thumb depressing the back of his tongue until the fire ghoul gags.

“Firefly,” Rain says warningly. “Don’t try my patience.”

“Your patience? Get on with it already.” Dew whines, bouncing on his knees. “Are you gonna do the blood control thing or what?” He raises up slightly, hands on his hips. “Or is it that you can’t?” He tilts his head and cocks a brow.

“What do you mean? I’ve been doing it the whole time.”

That stops Dew in his tracks. “What?”

Rain snorts and nods to Dew’s crotch. “It seems that it’s been working pretty well.”

Dew can’t help but glance down at himself. “What?! Do you mean you did this?!”

Rain shrugs boredly. “Figured I’d help things along. But you're right. Normally my abilities are pretty weak. Can’t do much more than that. But,” He pauses and gestures at the raging storm around them. “This storm and the full moon give me an extra boost.”

Then to demonstrate, Rain waves his hand down, pointer and middle fingers extended, and Dew limply falls back to the ground like a rag doll.

Dew is unable to catch himself, his arms weak and loose. His chest smacks into the slats, knocking the wind out of him. All he can do is look up at Rain with a shocked expression. The sensation of losing control of his limbs was bizarre. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to experience the accompanying surge of arousal again.

“Is that what you wanted?” Rain coos teasingly. Although Dew doesn’t reply, still shocked into silence, Rain cups his hand to his ear. “More?”

Rain squats down and pulls Dew up to his knees. He takes one of Dew’s hands, and holds his other hand level with Dew’s head, palm out and fingers splayed. A mischievous smirk is all the warning Dew gets before Rain slowly closes his hand.

Dew gasps. He swears he can feel a choking like sensation despite Rain not touching his throat. As his blood flow is cut off, an accompanying dizzy haze sends jolts of pleasure through him. Just as black spots start to cloud his vision, Dew squeezes Rain’s hand. His blood flow immediately returns. Dew’s head droops to his chest as he catches his breath.

“Wh-whoa.” He manages between shaking breaths.

“Cool huh?”

“Yeah, wow.”

“Wanna know the best part? I bet I can make you cum untouched.”

Dew doesn’t doubt it for a second. “Well then put your money where your mouth is.”

Rain fists his hand again. Dew moans as he feels his blood flow southward. He’s full mast now and just the slightest bit of friction would get him to blow.

“But,” Rain grins cruelly. “I’m not quite done with you yet. We’re gonna see how long you can last like this.”

Dew whines pitifully as Rain opens his hand and the pressure releases ever so slightly. Dew’s taken off the edge but not enough to give him any real relief.

Rain unzips his own pants and beckons. “Get over here like a good boy and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Dew risks a defiant pout.

Rain just shakes his head. “Making me do everything.” He grumbles. A flick of his wrist has Dew falling down onto his hands again. Before he can even try to push himself up, Rain grabs the collar of his shirt and hauls him back upright.

Thoroughly jostled, Dew just lets Rain hold him where he wants him.

Rain looses his cock with his free hand. “Well, get on with it.”

Dew goes in mouth first, lapping at the slit, before sinking his mouth down as far as he can without gagging. He swallows around Rain’s length before sliding off with a pop.

Rain chuffs, pleased, and shifts his grip from Dew’s shirt collar to the fire ghoul’s hair.

Encouraged by Rain’s tightening grip on his hair, Dew proceeds to kitten lick down the vein on the underside of his dick to his balls. He mouths at each in turn before working his way back to the tip in one long wet stripe.

Rain sighs in pleasure as Dew deep throats him again. He shifts his grip again to one of Dew’s horns to control the rhythm, fucking himself on the fire ghoul’s mouth.

Dew does his part, tightening his lips and hollowing out his cheeks. Unfortunately, as hard as he tries, his gag reflex still gets the better of him. He starts to cough and makes to pull away, but Rain holds him there.

“Stay right where you are. I don’t care if you choke.”

Dew mewls pathetically but does his best to breathe through his nose. He can tell by the trembling in Rain’s thighs that he’s close. Dew swallows around him again and that does it.

Rain comes with a shout, cum shooting down Dew’s throat. Dew dutifully swallows it all. When the overstimulation becomes too much, Rain pulls Dew off and drops him back to the ground. Rain admires the sopping heap that is Dew before he squats down again. He pulls Dew into an open mouthed kiss, tasting himself on the fire ghoul’s tongue.

Dew laps his tongue into Rain’s mouth, eager to please.

Rain breaks away first and cups Dew’s chin in his hand. “Good boy Dewy. That was wonderful. I suppose you think you deserve a treat.”

Dew looks up at him, eyes wide and pleading.

“Beg for it.”

And beg he does. “Please Rainy. Please let me cum!”

“Alright, fine.” Rain pulls Dew into another kiss. Waits until his tongue is firmly down Dew’s throat before clenching his fist. Dew moans and pulls away; doubling over as his orgasm finally washes through him. The denial makes the pay off sweeter. Once he comes down however, clarity descends. Dew’s cheeks turn a dusty violet as he realizes his jeans are now dripping with his own cum in addition to the rain water.

“Told you I could make you cum untouched.” Rain laughs, which only adds to Dew’s flush. He gently caresses Dew's face. “Good job Droplet. You did perfectly.”

Dew leans into Rain’s hand, basking in the gentleness. The tender gesture is interrupted however as Dew suddenly sneezes.

“Haha, c’mon. Let's head inside and get you cleaned up. You must be freezing.”

Dew just nods, too fucked out to trust his voice.

Rain ushers Dew inside and helps him into the shower. After rinsing off and changing to fresh, dry clothes, Rain pulls Dew into bed for cuddles.

“How are you feeling Droplet? Have fun?”

Having regained his grasp on speech, Dew flashes a toothy grin. ”We are so doing that again next time it rains.”

Yall remember blood bending from avatar?? Now please, just walk with me for a second, please consider; Rainy.

[rickybabyboy]

ive never been tiwed in my life i dont know w

ID: Orange and white tabby sitting on a sofa with his back against the arm of it with his eyes completely closed, his head leaned back and his paws tucked together

[g4ll0wd4nc3r]

idk how to word this but bg3 fans have convinced themselves that astarion is some dark suave devoted romantic with surprising humor. the people yearn for minthara but settle for a man.

[frenchphobe]

griddlehark modern pen pal au where they don’t know each other but are assigned as pen pals for those pen pal projects you get in middle school and it just turns into them sending each other hate mail and somehow they just keep going for several years, even though they dont rly have to

[lilypadlys]

Growing Pains

Mountain does his best to welcome Phantom as he transitions to life in the ministry. It’s not easy though. The touched starved newbie is having trouble settling in, afraid to ask for comfort and physical affection.

Characters: Phantom, Mountain 

Word Count: 4,110

Rating: General Audiences, SFW

Tags: fluff and a little bit of angst, domestic fluff, cuddles, Phantom is a sleepy little guy

Below the cut or on AO3

“Hmm? Oh hey Bug.” Mountain lowers his book to see Phantom standing in the common room doorway.

The new summon looks around the room nervously. Only when he sees that the room is empty, except for Mountain, does he relax a little. “Hey Mount. Mind if I sit with you?”

“Not at all.” Mountain pats the couch cushion next to him invitingly.

“Thanks.” Phantom slips over and perches on the far edge of the couch. He leaves a significant gap between him and Mountain.

The earth ghoul doesn’t mind, just returns to his book and Phantom settles down.

They sit like that for a while. A comfortable silence only broken by the turning of pages. And soft snoring.

Mountain glances over to see Phantom fast asleep. He’s curled into a tight ball, his arms and tail wrapped around his legs, knees pressed to his chest. He lays his head on the armrest.

Mountain just shakes his head and smiles.

This isn't the first time this has happened. Several times before, Phantom has sought out Mountain when he’s on his own. He then generally proceeds to fall right to sleep, curled up in a corner. Sometimes Mountain is in the common room like now. Sometimes he’s out in the green house, sometimes in the library.

Phantom seems to be integrating well. Everybody adores him. He’s sweet, friendly, and energetic. He’s a whiz at guitar and has been advancing fast.

Mountain has noticed another side to him though. Although he masks it well, Phantom gets easily overwhelmed by highly social settings.

He can mesh incredibly well with the rest of the pack. He’s joined in on movie nights, playing video games with Dew and Swiss, baking with Sunny and Aurora. He even let Cumulus paint his nails.

However, as soon as that activity or moment is over, Phantom quickly becomes scarce. The pack usually finds him hours later, napping in some quiet nook or cranny.

As a result, Mountain is happy that Phantom feels comfortable around him. He never asks or pushes. Just provides a quiet presence that seems to make Phantom feel at ease.

Mountain does his best to wait until Phantom wakes again, not wanting to leave him to wake up on his own. Sometimes he gets pulled away by chores or someone needing something. Fortunately today he’s left alone to read and watch over the sleeping ghoul.

When Phantom finally does stir, he quietly gets up and waves goodbye. Then he wanders off to rejoin the rest of the pack as if he’d been there all day.

Mountain just throws out a soft, “see you later”, as Phantom slips out the door.

-----

A few days later, Mountain is laying out on the lawn. It’s a gorgeous spring day; slightly chilly still in the shade, but delightfully warm in the sun spots.

He’d flopped down onto the soft grass after tending to his plants in the green house. Before he knew it, he’d fallen asleep. He wakes sometime later to feel someone nestled up beside him.

Mountain raises his head from the grass to see a fluffy mop of black hair, intersected by a white stripe, pillowed in the crook of his arm. Phantom sleeps blissfully, eyes closed and a slight smile on his lips. Mountain doesn’t remember Phantom coming over and figures the young ghoul must have shown up after he’d fallen asleep.

Mountain can’t resist the urge to reach over with his free hand and gently brush Phantom’s hair out of his face. He swears the quint leans into his hand, though he doesn’t open his eyes. Encouraged, Mountain begins to run his claws down Phantom’s scalp, lightly scratching back and forth. This time, Phantom’s movement is unmistakable as he rolls over slightly.

Mountain curses, figuring he’s about to wake up. Instead, Phantom only scooches in closer, pressing into his side. Mountain sighs in relief and continues combing through Phantom’s hair.

They stay curled up like that for a while. It was late afternoon when Mountain first laid down; it’s got to be early evening by this point. The sun hovers on the far western side of the sky, painting the heavens pink and orange.

As much as Mountain hates to risk disturbing the sleeping quintessence ghoul, he doesn’t want to sleep out here all night. Nor does he intend to leave Phantom out here to wake up alone.

As gently as possible, Mountain eases out from underneath Phantom, and sits up. He admires the sleeping ghoul. Although he normally sleeps balled up, now he’s stretched out in an effort to make as much physical contact with Mountain as possible.

Phantom whimpers softly at the loss of warmth and begins to knead the air like he's looking for the earth ghoul even in his sleep. Mountain redoubles his efforts to bring Phantom inside with him. He slides his palms under Phantom’s back and legs and carefully scoops him up into his arms. When he stands, the sleeping ghoul doesn’t stir. Only nestles his face into Mountain’s chest.

Mountain carries Phantom all the way up the hill and into the Ministry. He awkwardly leans down to grasp the door handle and pull it open, then catches the door with his foot. Once he successfully maneuvers inside, sideways so as to not bump the doorframe, he makes his way to the ghoul wing.

The common room is empty so Mountain settles Phantom down on the couch in his favorite spot, before sitting down next to him. He resumes petting Phantom's head until the young ghoul finally begins to wake on his own.

His violet and milky white eyes blink open and then squint in confusion as he looks around him.

“Have a good nap?” Mountain asks kindly. “I didn’t think you wanted to sleep outside all night so I brought you inside. I hope that’s okay.”

Phantom ducks his head in embarrassment but says sincerely, “Yeah. Thanks Mount. What time is it?”

“About seven-forty.”

“Shit. I didn’t mean to sleep that long. Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet. If you’re hungry we can go ahead and head over. There should still be some food left.”

“Okay.”

The pair head over to the kitchens, Phantom pressed up to Mountain’s side the whole way. Only once they enter do they separate.

After grabbing food, they meet up with the rest of the pack and eat together. Mountain watches Phantom all the while. Phantom integrates as well as he always does. Laughing and smiling, joining in on telling stories and light rough housing. Underneath it all though, Phantom’s fatigue is just barely masked.

After they’ve all eaten, Aether proposes a movie night. Mountain barely catches Phantom’s frown before his amicable smile slips back into place and he adds his own movie suggestions to the fray. Everyone crowds into the common room and starts to settle in. Before things can get started however, Mountain excuses himself.

“Sorry guys. I’m really wiped tonight. I’ll catch the next one.”

The others tease gently about Mountain’s early bedtime but otherwise bid him goodnight.

Before stepping out into the hall, Mountain catches Phantom’s gaze.

The ghoul is nestled in one of the arm chairs, a smile on his face but the lashing of his tail betraying his discomfort.

Mountain tips his head towards the hall before raising his brow.

Phantom nods pleadingly.

Mountain smiles, makes a beckoning motion, and then heads to his room. Making sure to prop the door open, he settles down on his bed. He doesn’t have to wait long before Phantom pokes his black and white striped mane in.

“Is it okay if I sleep in here with you tonight.” He asks, as if Mountain hadn’t already offered to let him do just that.

“Of course Bug. My door’s always open.”

“Okay.” He chirps, hopping up on the bed and making himself comfortable. Rather than curl into a ball at the far side of the bed, Phantom snuggles up right against Mountain.

Mountain chuffs. “Well aren’t you a cuddle bug.” He pulls his blankets up over them both before wrapping his arms around the quintessence ghoul. “Comfy? Warm enough?”

“Yeah.” Phantom sighs happily.

“Lamp on or off?”

“On if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

“Thanks. Night Mount.”

“Sweet dreams Bug.”

-----

When Mountain wakes in the morning, he’s surprised to see Phantom already awake. Sometime in the night, Phantom had snuggled even closer, resting his head on Mountain’s chest.

“Good morning.” Mountain says between yawns. “Sleep well?”

Phantom looks up and hums lazily. “Yeah.”

Mountain nuzzles his forehead. “Good.” He’d be perfectly content to lay here all morning, letting Phantom use him as a pillow, but somewhere across the abbey, bells begin to chime. Mountain humphs quietly at the reminder that they really should be getting up for Mass.

It’s Phantom who disentangles himself first. “I guess we should get going.”

Mountain reluctantly nods his head. “Right behind you.”

The two separate, Phantom running to his own room to change into his uniform. When Mountain sees him again in the chapel, Phantom is back to mingling with the others exuberantly.

Mountain watches Phantom from afar all day. He expects the quintessence ghoul to need to retreat to nap at some point and he wants to be ready to provide that comforting space.

Instead, Phantom seems even more lively than usual. He’s already spritely and energetic most days. However today, Mountain realizes; Phantom lacks the underlying fatigue that normally tempers his energy. He seems so at home, laughing and chatting with everyone.

Mountain is glad to see it, happy that his pack mate is feeling rested and not hindered by exhaustion. Mountain is sure he hasn’t seen Phantom this cheery in all of his short time at the abbey.

That night, when the ghouls gather for game night in the common room, Phantom still is going strong. He’s playing a lively game monopoly with Dew, Rain and Swiss. The ghoulettes are doing a puzzle and Mountain is playing Uno with Aether.

Mountain means at some point to ask the young ghoul if he wants to sleep with him again tonight, but he gets distracted when Rain plants himself in his lap.

“Hey Rainy? What's up?” Mountain looks down from his hand of Uno cards to the ghoul in his lap.

“I went bankrupt.” He pouts before turning to Aether. “Things aren’t going well for Dew. The board is gonna get flipped soon.”

Aether chuffs. “Haha okay.”

Mountain and Aether resume their game and manage to get a few more turns in before shouting and laughing come from the corner of the room. Sure enough, the game board, little houses, cards, and player tokens go flying, and a grumpy fire ghoul comes stomping over.

“C’mere Firefly.” Aether waves, tossing down his cards. Sorry Mount. Guess I’m done for now.

“It’s fine.” Mountain smiles, dropping his own cards. “Now I can do this.” He lowers his hands around Rain’s waist and proceeds to tickle him.

“Hey! Stop it-haha!”

“That’s what you get for sticking your tail up my shirt, you little shit.” Mountain laughs. Before the game had been interrupted, Rain had been teasing Mountain with his tail, sneaking the spade under the hem of his shirt and running over his chest.

Distracted by the impromptu wrestling match with Rain, Mountain misses as Phantom slips by and disappears down the hall.

-----

Mountain ends up spending the night with Rain; their tickle fight turning less than innocent, before they both fall to sleep exhausted. Only at breakfast the next morning does Mountain realize he forgot to check on the young quintessence ghoul. He winces as he sees Phantom.

He’s seated at the ghoul’s kitchen table. He’s making conversation and laughing, but his fatigue is back. His posture is slouched and he has the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes. He keeps having to fight to stifle yawns. When he notices Mountain’s eyes on him, he waves cheerfully but Mountain can’t help but feel bad.

Mountain sits across from him, the seats either side of Phantom occupied by Swiss and Aether. Rain settles in next to Mountain, leaning into his side. When Mountain doesn’t reciprocate with an arm around him or a purr, Rain looks up and paws at the earth ghoul’s shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” He mouths.

“Bug.” Mountain whispers back.

Rain glances over at the quintessence ghoul then back to Mountain with a concerned expression.

“Is he sick? He doesn’t look well.”

Mountain considers how to explain the pattern he’s noticed with Phantom’s napping habits when he’s interrupted by Cumulus announcing that the pancakes are ready. He has to wait until after breakfast before he’s able to pull Rain aside in the hallway.

“So what’s wrong with Ant?” Rain asked worriedly. Over breakfast, he’d picked up on the fatigue plaguing the quint ghoul.

“I don’t think he’s getting enough sleep.” Mountain explains. “You know how he’s constantly napping?”

Rain nods. “Yeah, I found him asleep in the practice room storage closet once. He said he was looking for spare guitar strings but then he didn’t come back for like half an hour. I found him curled up in the back corner, out cold.”

“He’s always falling asleep during the day, and in the oddest places. Whenever we go looking for him, he’s never in his room.” That was indeed the case. After about the first week of Phantom’s time at the abbey, everyone gave up checking his room when looking for him. He was simply never there during the day.

“Do you think he’s not adjusting alright? He hasn’t said anything but he’s shy and pretty new so he might not feel able to speak up for himself”

Mountain hums thoughtfully. “I think you’re onto something.”

“So what do we do?”

“We help him whatever way we can. I’m going to go check on him and see if I can get him to open up and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Okay. I’ll let the other’s know and see if they’ve noticed anything. I think I saw Ant slip away after breakfast so you might have your work cut out for you finding him.”

“Alright. I’d better get started then.”

The two ghouls split, going about their respective tasks. Mountain can hear Rain heading into the common room and talking to the others. The earth ghoul heads away from the noise and begins to sweep every quiet nook and cranny of the ghoul wing. When he doesn’t find the quint, Mountain widens the search radius to the rest of the abbey buildings and finally the outer grounds. It takes the rest of the morning and into the afternoon, but he eventually finds him. Phantom has wedged himself under a work table in the green house.

The ghoul is sitting in his normal sleeping position, knees pressed to his chest and arms and tail wrapped around himself. Mountain expects to find him asleep but instead he’s wide awake. And crying. His bunched up frame shakes as he sobs.

“Oh Bug.” Mountain coos. “What’s wrong?”

Phantom startles, his head jolting up before cracking into the underside of the table. Whimpers of pain add to his sobs as he scrunches up tighter, rubbing his head.

“Satanas.” Mountain grumbles at causing the ghoul more pain, even if it was accidental. He sinks down to his knees so he’s level with the crying ghoul and tries again. “I’m sorry I startled you. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Phantom slowly raises his head. His eyes are red from crying and his cheeks tear stained. Without a word, he shuffles out from under the table and presses himself up against Mountain’s side.

“Hey love.” He purrs. “Need a hug?” Mountain has barely opened his arms before Phantom is crawling into his lap. He presses his face into the earth ghoul’s chest.

“It’s okay, Bug. Let it out.” Mountain rubs his back and scratches gently at his scalp. “I’m here.”

Phantom’s sobs slowly begin to ebb. His tense frame relaxes and his breaths become slower and deeper. Mountain looks down and realizes that the young ghoul, worn out from fatigue and crying, is fast asleep.

Like he did a couple nights before, Mountain gently carries Phantom back to the abbey, this time opting to bring him to his room. He settles the sleeping ghoul on his bed and curls in next to him. Once Phantom is settled he sends a text to Rain.

Mountain: Found him. Bug was in the green house. Brought him to my room.

Rain: Okay, on my way over.

Rain knocks a few minutes later.

“Come in.” Mountain calls softly.

Rain enters and carefully shuts the door behind him. “How is he?” He whispers.

Mountain gestures down at the sleeping ghoul in his arms. “Better now I think.”

Rain nods before coming over to the bed. As carefully as possible, he slides under the covers and curls up to spoon Phantom’s back. The two of them hold the quintessence ghoul, as they speak in hushed tones. Mountain tells Rain about how he found Phantom in the greenhouse.

“Poor thing. I checked with the others and yeah. They noticed something was up too but didn’t want to push. He’s always so skittish whenever anyone asks how he’s doing.”

“I don’t want to force the issue either but we need to know what's going on so we can help.”

“Yeah. Let’s let him rest for now though. He needs it.”

“Okay.” Mountain agrees. Soon though, they would be getting to the bottom of this.

-----

When Phantom wakes up, he seems slightly surprised to see that Rain is also present. He doesn’t say anything though. Just shyly thanks Mountain for coming to check on him, assures them both that he’s fine, just tired, and he disappears out the door. Mountain and Rain let him leave but they watch him closely for the rest of the evening. The rest of the pack does as well, clued in.

Phantom is smiling and laughing like usual. However, his underlying fatigue is so undeniably present that everyone wonders why they didn’t notice or say something sooner. In response, they all try their best to be gentle with him. All pet names and gentle touches. Just trying to help him even if they don’t know how.

Mountain is finally the one to bridge the uncomfortable subject when Phantom curls into bed with him that night.

“Hey Bug. Are you adjusting to life topside alright?”

Phantom blinks at the question no one had yet to ask. He goes to wave it off. Say he’s fine and doing great. But the look in Mountain’s face; full of care, and love, and concern. He can’t lie to him.

“I-I…I don’t know.” He says quietly. He can’t make eye contact, staring at the rumpled sheets instead.

“It’s okay if not. There’s nothing wrong if-”

“I can’t sleep.” Phantom interrupts suddenly. His eyes go wide as he does but he can’t stop.

The dam breaks.

“I can’t…I can’t fucking sleep!” He sobs, tears welling up. “I have these nightmares. And I hate being alone but I also can’t find the energy to keep up with everyone. I-I…why me? Why did they summon me? Sooner or later they're going to realize I’m not good enough and-and…I don’t want to go back.” He gasps and hiccups, tears falling freely now. “I don’t want to go back. I…I…please?” He grips fistfuls of the sheets as if they’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Oh Bug.” Mountain’s heart breaks as he wraps his arms around the little ghoul. “No one is going to send you back there. No one. I won’t let them.” He growls protectively, holding Phantom tighter.

“Bu-but-”

“No one.” Mountain can’t help but snarl, anger building at whatever happened to make Phantom feel this way.

Phantom flinches at the sound and Mountain winces immediately softening his tone to a purr. He begins to rub the quintessence ghoul’s back and brush the tears off his freckled cheeks.

“You’re here because you’re meant to be here. You’re a part of our pack now and that’s not going to change. I’m so sorry we weren’t there for you from the beginning. That’s our failing not yours. But we’re here for you now. Whatever you want or need, we’re here. We all adore you so much because of who you are. No one could ever replace you.”

Phantom sniffles. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Of course Ant.” Both ghouls look up to Rain standing in the doorway. The door is pushed further ajar.

“I’m sorry we didn’t check on you sooner sweetheart.” Swiss files in.

The ghoulettes follow close behind and dog pile Phantom. “We love you so much!” Aurora says as Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunny nod and chirp their agreement.

“And if anyone tries to doubt you, I’ll make them regret it.” Dew promises as he and Aether bring up the rear.

“He will too.” Aether chuckles. “You’re amazing Ant. Not just on stage, which you're spectacular at by the way. But just for being your wonderful self.”

Phantom wants to shrink under the sudden attention. He hates that everyone has to see him like this. Deal with him like this. He must be annoying them. Inconveniencing them. But then, would they be here if they didn’t care? He fights to catch his breath enough to speak.

“T-thanks you guys. I love you too.” And he means it.

Even with the stress of filling Aether’s shoes on stage, sleepless nights, and his whole world getting literally turned on its head. His time with the pack is the most alive he's ever felt. He’s only known them for a few months but he doesn’t know what he’d do without them. To know they feel that same about him. To know they love him just as deeply. It doesn’t make all his insecurities disappear but he can ignore them for a while.

The pack scoops Phantom up, blankets and all, and brings him to the common room. There they all curl up with him at the center, surrounded in warmth and love. That night, he has one of his first truly restful nights of sleep topside.

-----

Waking rested is still a feeling Phantom is getting used to. He loves it though; not spending his days in a half asleep haze, sneaking in naps if and when possible just to function. If anything, he’s become even more rambunctious than anyone thought possible. Nobody minds though; more than happy to see him finally thriving.

Everybody immediately gets to work helping make things more comfortable for him. They start with his room. Phantom admits that the reason he’s so tired and can’t sleep is that he hates his room. It’s too dark, and bare, and lonely. He feels too isolated in there. The immediate fix is for Phantom to room with the other ghouls, swapping rooms every night. It allows everyone to spend quality time with him one at a time and really get to know him without the noise and commotion of everyone all at once.

As he rotates rooms though, Mountain gets to work on making Phantom’s room into a comfortable safe space. Enlisting Copia’s help, as well as his access to the Ministry’s credit card, Mountain organizes a trip to buy furniture and decorations for Phantom. Copia is more than happy to help, similarly ashamed he wasn’t there for Phantom earlier on. He personally escorts and supervises Phantom, Mountain, and Rain in their shopping as well as helping assemble the furniture and decorating.

To Phantom’s delight, in the couple of days it took to convince Phantom to go furniture shopping and then to complete the purchases, Aurora, with the rest of the ghoulettes help, has painted a gorgeous mural over his bedroom ceiling of a starry night sky, complete with glow in the dark paint for the stars. He can’t stop thanking her for several days afterwards.

With new furniture and decorations, Phantom has to agree he feels much more at home. He appreciates though, that each ghoul takes turns rooming with him now to help break in the new space. The scent of all his packmates in the room is comforting and makes him feel less alone. With time, he’s able to see his room as a quiet sanctuary from the noise and chaos of the Ministry.

He’s also gained enough confidence to ask for comfort when he wants or needs it. His favorite place to sleep is still the common room in a ghoul cuddle pile, but his room no longer feels so lonely. It takes time, but he finally feels at home.

[bread-that-draws]

Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you

[the-world-is-a-poem]

The thing about writing is that either it is the most peaceful and satisfying activity ever, or you're wandering about your house at 2:30am with your laptop on 3% battery, 25+ tabs open, a cursor blinking away taunting your inaptitude as you try to remember what doorknobs are called. Or you're lying in a pit of darkness not writing at all.

[simp-ly-writes]

From being able to magically move items between your and your party's inventory- feel as though the companions would do the same to yours if given the chance. Astarion would give you an extra dagger of his someday with a note saying "just in case." While Lae'zel would manage to place a whole-ass sword or something like that. Wyll and Gale would so place little notes of encouragement or witty/flirty lines they came up with. Halsin would be attentive and place useful items you may had forgotten before departing. Similar to Shadowheart would place either extra healing potions or a favorite plant or flower of yours. Karlach would place just about anything- too fascinated with the ability in general. From a very pretty rock to a large exploding barrel- she would be testing the limits with bright eyes and a wide smile while Gale would be taking notes on the whole experiment.

[willowser]

i feel like bakugou is maybe a bad liar. at least to you.

he buys you a birthday gift super early and stows it in the closet, and then one day you're digging in there to collect some clothes you've been meaning to donate and he's just—hovering.

and you see him standing there and ask, "oh, did you have some clothes to get rid of, too?"

"uh, yeah," and he looks kinda awkward, with his shoulders tense and hands curled. "yeah, move it."

so you do, and you hold your bag full of clothes and stand behind him and wait, as he sort of half-ass fiddles with the shirts he has hanging up. you don't walk off, just keep waiting, and he glances over his shoulder at you multiple times and he's not really...doing anything. certainly not looking for clothes.

you raise your eyebrows at him and his own furrow, before he throws out his hands like he's offended.

"what? gonna watch me the whole time?"

"well," you frown at him, "how long is it gonna take you?"

"i dunno, what's it matter?"

"...do you have a lot of clothes to donate?"

"i'm try'na figure it out, but you're just standin' there."

"why does it matter if i'm standing here?"

"i don't like you lookin' over my shoulder."

"why? because you're hiding something?"

there's a brief pause before he snorts, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling as he shakes his head. the look he gives you is so—unconvincing; mouth open a little as he thinks, taking a deep breath before he says, simply. "no. what the hell would i have to hide?"

you narrow your eyes at him, and then he finally turns around to pretend to mess with his clothes again. 'i don't know...you tell me."

katsuki snorts again and just shrugs, like you're being ridiculous. "dunno what y'r talking about. should maybe...eat, or somethin'."

[uravitypng]

vampire denki kaminari x chubby reader

KINKTOBER: biting (+blood)

word count: 2.6k words / mentions of blood because y'know... denki's a vampire and he bites you... / mdni ! 18+

denki hid that he was a vampire for many a years and when he met you he spent more energy than he was at pretending of him being human believable. he didn't want you to find out. he couldn't bare the aftermath. sweet little you came into his life and he didn't want you to leave.

that was at the beginning though, before denki invited you to his flat and he left to go to the bedroom to fetch his phone charger while you wondered into the kitchen after him saying you should get a drink and you finding a blood bag in his fridge, you regret screaming but can anyone blame you.

the drinks that denki was talking about were on the kitchen counter but you didn't see them, he should of clarified. now a hundred thoughts run through your head and you violently shake, someone who's your friend, someone who is becoming your best friend the more time you spend with each other is a murderer...? someone who steals from hospitals...?

denki asked you to calm down and sit on the sofa, your flight or fight went wild but you knew that he was stronger than you so you sat down, feeling like that was the only option.

denki sits across from you and regrets ever inviting you around, your lip is wobbly and you're teary eyed, his fists are clenched and to his sides and he knows you're going to leave him and never talk to him by the end of this.

he blurts it out, "i'm a vampire!"

"what?" your voice is quiet and scratchy trying not to look directly at him- scared.

"the blood you found was donated, a lot of the time i pay for blood, animal blood, but a farmer sent me a few bags for free. people know about vampires but i only drink animal blood." you don't believe him but you're confused and don't say anything. "oh yeah, look," he points to his mouth and it's slightly open, his teeth extends and it glints in the light of the lamp. sharp pointy teeth that were suddenly appearing leaves little room to argue that he's lying or going crazy.

"do you-do you kill humans?"

"what! absolutely not!" he lowers his voice realising that if you're asking questions he has a chance to salvage all this. it's so stereotypical and rude to ask a vampire that but you don't know that, you're not screaming bloody murder and running to grab your phone to call the police. "i've never killed someone or attacked someone. there's people out there who want vampires to bite them if you look online hard enough, whole communities where vampires feed off willing humans but i've never drank from a human and i never will."

"okay."

"...okay?" denki repeats after you, confused.

"yeah, okay. you're a vampire, it's... strange but you're still my friend and you told me yourself that you've never hurt anyone."

"and you believe me?" he asks in disbelief.

"are you lying?" you question.

"no."

"okay then," and that was the end of that.

now it's two years later and you're still friends, even closer than you were and it still sometimes shocks him that you never left and you still talk to him daily, you spend time together, you've invited him to your home. it's hard for him to stay at yours for long periods of times though, you already smell so good but being surrounded by your whole scent everywhere makes him salivate.

what's even worse is when you're on your period and why, of course, denki knows however you are absolutely clueless on the fact. it doesn't matter if you're wearing pads or tampons denki can smell you and you smell amazing.

he would never hurt you but you are almost irresistible to him, the sound of your pulse, your soft warm body, your aroma. he loves you. he would never tell you that though. a vampire and a human? what kind of relationship is that. a human could never love a vampire.

you're resting your cheek against your palm and smiling gently as you watch denki animatedly retell a story about guy's night last night when they went to a nightclub. "it seems like you all had a nice time denki, i would of paid money to see bakugou's reaction of those girls flirting with him. i'm sure when he got home midoriya complained all night," you say while laughing.

denki cackles, "it was truly a sight," he adds on, "sorry that you couldn't come."

"no need to say sorry denki, it was 'guys night', and guys night is just you, bakugou, kirishima and hanta."

"those girls were flirting with me as well," denki says flippantly but it makes your body grow cold. you know you shouldn't feel this way but you can't help but be jealous, the idea that someone else could take him away from you, you know he's not yours but you can't bare the idea that your denki would date someone else.

"was she pretty?" you ask but even you could hear the bitterness in your voice.

"huh? ... i mean, i guess she was." denki responds but confused by this odd question.

your stomach drops and your heartbeat is rapid, your body moves on it's own as you get up from your chair nearly knocking it over in the process as you bang your hands on the table and look at him, shouting, "i love you!" it's quiet. so very quiet. you've never been so bold before in your life but you can't lose him.

"what..." denki whispers and you lose any confidence you had.

"i love you. i've always loved y-" denki cuts you off by moving quicker than a blink of an eye right next to you and slamming his lips against yours, grabbing hold of your soft waist and pulling you harder against his lean body.

denki moves his hand under your top and starts stroking you tenderly, kissing all along you jaw all the way to your neck, his grip on you gets tighter as he gets closer to your pulse. denki moves you and slams you against the table, mumbling against your skin "i love you too." you loudly gasp and your eyes well up. denki carries on undressing you, lifting your top completely off and expertly undoing your bra before getting rid of your bottoms and underwear all in one go lowering down your body placing kisses all down you, before reaching your hip and placing a wet kiss there. you whine and grab his hair, making him groan. "please denki, want you, want you so bad."

"where my precious?" he murmurs against your hip and your cheeks get hot as you feel the vibration of his voice against your body.

"bedroom, please," you say breathlessly.

with his inhumane strength he picks you up by your plush thighs and carries you to your room, shrieking at the sudden movement, obviously you know he's a vampire but his power shocked you. denki kicks open the door and throws you on the bed, you bounce and land back down.

denki rushes to pull of his shirt and jeans and you're not ashamed to say you don't take your eyes of him for one second, feasting your eyes on him. his lithe body, surprisingly built arms and light freckly shoulders. you understand why those girls would flirt with him at that nightclub but he's yours.

denki crawls up along your body and holds you tight, kissing you all over again. he teasingly runs two fingers down your body, along your breasts, ribcage and round stomach planning to dip into your pussy and tease you while you whine for him for more.

you try and grab hold of his arm, "i can't wait denki." he freezes, thinking he knows what you mean but not wanting to jump to any conclusions, he might be wrong. "i need you now." denki stops his movements and kisses you on the cheek.

"i can't do that precious, i don't want to hurt you. you look..." he trails off and looks down at your opening, "small compared to me. all humans are delicate." he isn't lying when he says that either, humans break a lot easier than vampires. if he doesn't go slow then he'll tear something, humans are all the same in that capacity. "i've got to stretch you first or you'll be hurt. you'll um-bleed. " his grip on you gets so much tighter and he doesn't even notice, his pupils are dilated and he's breathing very heavily. one time you asked him why he breathed and he told you it wasn't necessary but he does it to blend in with humans and right now his heavy breathing and the way he's looking at you makes you nervous... and excited. you know he wouldn't hurt you but the idea of him biting you, making you bleed, a sudden stretch- exhilarating.

"denki i want you."

"precious i told you we can't, i can't."

"the look on your face tells me something different."

"this is nothing," he starts lifting himself up a bit but you drag him back down.

"i want it to hurt,"

denki's body relaxes more in your hold as you touch him and looks surprised, "what do you mean?"

"i trust you denki, more than anyone and- and you're a vampire right." you nearly whisper the end of the sentence about how he's a vampire.

"you know i am my love" he replies.

"won't you like it? me bleeding?"

"...that's not the point."

"i want this too."

you can see his resistance fading away the more you talk and leans into the crook of your neck, his hands finding it's way back to your hips and holding tighter. "please denki."

"fuck it," he groans and knocks open your thick thighs with his knee. denki slams his cock in you all at once and you go to cover your mouth with your hands to stop the squeal from being heard but before you can denki takes both of your wrists in one hand as they're reaching up your chest and moving upwards to your lips and pulls then up above your head. now loud squeals are heard that'll definitely result in noise complaints.

it hurts. it's painful. but god does it feel so good and denki is feeling equally as good, probably even more. your warm wet walls surrounding his cock and a little of your blood coating his dick from the stretch, it all makes him feral. it's not a lot but it's enough to drive him crazy, most people wouldn't even notice with how fast pace his thrusts are and how wet you are as well but he can see it, he can smell it. you smell delicious.

he wants more. he wants to taste you. wants you to bleed.

in his 'right frame' of mind he wouldn't like the way he's thinking now, he shouldn't be wanting to bite into a human, especially you but now he wants to bite into you, only you.

"can i bite you precious? i'll make you feel good you, i need you my love." he tried his best not to beg but it still sounds needy, it's almost hard to hear him speak over the loud slapping noises when your bodies connect and his balls smack against you. you do your best to hum and try and nod your head but it's hard when you're feeling immense pleasure. "good girl precious, you're going to feel good." he doesn't actually know that, he's never bit anyone before but he knows how people find the sensation to be addicting, he hopes that you'll like it and he'll make you feel good.

denki tilts your neck to the side and makes sure there's nothing covering your neck that'll hinder him biting you. the plan is to start with your neck and bite your wrist after, your neck is more tempting to him right now. denki moves your hands that were above your head and holds them to your side laying them down on the bed, intertwining your fingers together and holding your hands.

his fangs graze along your neck and a shiver runs down your spine mixed with your moans from everything else going on. he punctures your neck with his teeth and blood fills his mouth, you scream loudly and buck you hips up but denki holds you down still drinking from you, as soon as your blood touched his lips he groaned and fell further in love. the sensation of drinking more blood makes the sex a hundred times better for the both of you as so many of your senses are going crazy.

you feel his tongue run along the bite, soothing the pain as he lifts up you see his lips are tinted red and your cheeks are flushed at the sight, he smirks and bites you again, retracting his fangs so he doesn't puncture any more of your body (yet) and instead leaves bitemarks all over your body, his teeth imprints being left over in his wake.

he licks a line over to your breasts and around your nipple taking it in his mouth and sucking, you gasp loudly and try and buck up your hips again. after playing with your nipple for awhile, enjoying the noises you make he expands his teeth again and bites, breaking the skin and greedily drinking whatever you can give him, getting drunk on your taste and scent.

he was planning to bite you more. he had a plan. he wanted to feel your pulse underneath your skin but he knows he won't be able to do that right now as his pace gets sloppy. he licks your wound over again and grips onto one of your hands tighter. denki lets go of your other hand and places his hand on your hip, kneading the doughy flesh underneath his fingertips, getting him even closer than he was before. he's going to cum, he know's he's going to cum. you just feel so good. he'd never leave a lady high and dry though- especially you.

reluctantly he lets go of your hand and he wishes at that point he had more than two arms right now as he lefts go and rubs your clit, feeling you tighten around him and in doing so getting him even quicker to his climax.

you're stunned at how soon you feel like you're going to cum but it's not the most surprising after how good everything has been feeling. you've lost track of time, you've lost track of everything outside of denki, everything else faded away and all you could focus on was him, his teeth felt so good against your skin, his dick felt so good inside of you, his hands felt so right in yours.

your back arches, your toes curl and you scream- ultimate bliss. a smirk crept onto denki's face as he takes such pride in getting you to feel so good.

he cums soon after, burying himself inside you to the hilt, as far as he can, moaning deeply. he stays inside you for a second before slowly pulling out not wanting you to feel suddenly empty. denki lays down and pulls you against him, running his hand along your arm. breathlessly you tell him, "that was amazing."

"it really was. i love you precious," he affirms the sentiment tenderly and sincerely.

you look up at him and smile sweetly wrapping your arm around his waist, "i love you too."

denki was wrong about vampires and humans. you've never loved anyone more than that flirty, funny, idiot vampire and he loves you back.

[romanyeva]

Just had to talk a friend down from a two cakes crisis. Her cakes - meaning her fic - are absolutely fine, but she felt a little down and checked out the rest of the dessert table. She got caught up in the whole comparison thing. "Oh man, this fic is way better than mine 😞."

And hoo boy, have I ever been there. When I was writing prolifically, I just wouldn't read. I couldn't because I knew I'd go into that fic measuring mindset and declare myself the loser, have to step away from the keyboard and stare out the window a while. And if I had an exchange deadline? Absolute worst timing.

Not everyone goes through that of course, but it's more common than you think, even with so-called established writers. I've seen people delete wips or even their whole account over that burden of doubt. So here are some possible tips to crawl out from under that burden:

Table it. You're done for the day. You've been staring at that cursor for too long. You have no perspective on your work anymore. Go do something else: play with your dog/cat/fish, go for a walk, eat something, go to bed if it's late.

Re-engage with the source material. Watch an episode, read a chapter, listen to that podcast, whatever it is. Find that voice in your head that sings in harmony with the source.

Read positive comments left on your previous work. Trust what they've told you. Because the liar here is your doubt, not your readers.

Hit up that friend you trust and ask them to tell you your strengths. Even if you don't believe it right now, you have strengths as a writer. Maybe it's worldbuilding, maybe it's dialogue; your friend will give you concrete examples. You don't need a beta right now, that will come later.

You're not alone. This is a community. Even if it's a rarepair or gen fic in a niche fandom - and especially then! - someone will be so happy that you brought that cake to the table.