#Moon's too but with a long sleeve shirt underneath

[crabsnpersimmons]

Hey there... Oh!

Why are you both in cat pajamas?

Take some clothes

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[written-in-flowers]

His Muse: Demon!Wooyoung x Fem!reader

Pairing: Demon!Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6k

Genre: smut, a bit of angst

Summary: While the masters are on a week-long trip, YN goes to visit her favorite stylist. Hoping to leave with a new wardrobe, Wooyoung has different ideas.

Tags: demon fucking, monster fucking, bigdick!wooyoung, cuckolding fantasy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, mirror sex, kaptoptronophilia (mirror fetish), public sex, dressing room sex, mentions of orgies, mentions/implications of sex, striptease, clothed male/half naked female, mentions of enslavement,

Previously on Pretty Lady > Next

Pretty Lady Masterlist

***

You wished you’d been invited. A “black mass” sounded interesting. The invitation arrived a week ago in a crimson envelope, detailing the time and date of the year’s ‘Black Mass Week’. You’d noticed an uptick in your boyfriends’ behaviors up until today. Seonghwa appeared irritated by the summons, preferring not to go at all. He told you he’d only go because of rules, responsibilities and expectations of an Heir. Hongjoong said he didn’t mind a week of good parties, but he said the novelty wears off by the third or fourth day. San said he liked the ceremonies, yet said the taboo, ‘out-there’ acts that get performed threw him off. Watching San packing for the week-long event, you wondered why you couldn’t go. 

“I still don’t get why I can’t come,” you told him, playing with the sleeves of a dress shirt. “I’m technically family too. You’re my mom’s cousin, which makes you my second-cousins or something.”

San placed a rolled up shirt into the suitcase, “It’s a pure-blood only event, Darling. Cambions and other subspecies of demons aren’t allowed. Those witches didn’t make pacts with Lucifer’s cousin or half-breed son.”

“Witches?”

“Yeah, witches. You know, fly on brooms, make potions, and curse people kind of witches,” he said. “The ones who look like they crawled out from the deepest pits of Hell? Those witches. You see,” he held up two pairs of dress shoes, choosing between them as he spoke, “Witches, real ones, make pacts with Lucifer to gain power-Which one do you think?”

“-The pointy ones. They’re classy-”

He nodded as he placed the pointed ones in a separate bag. “Okay, so yeah, they write their name in a book and are given powers to spread chaos and corruption throughout the living world. In order to keep their powers, they must travel to a meeting place where they make sacrifices and dance naked under the full moon. These sacrifices sometimes involve screwing demons. The sex fuels the energy underneath the full moon that night. Think of it like a week-long orgy in the middle of the woods where witches and demons hump each other for everlasting power and youth.”

“But, aren’t witches supposed to be, you know, ugly?”

“In their true form, yes, but we obviously don’t want to fuck them when they look like that,” he huffed. “Some of them are so twisted looking. It’s gross,” he shuddered before taking socks out of his drawer. “You know we’d take you with us if we could, Darling, but it’d be pointless for you to be there.”

“You’re telling me you’re going to spend a whole week banging ugly witches while I’m here all alone?” you moped. You held onto the shirt. A pale yellow dress shirt, the soft material felt smooth and smelled like him. “Not fair.”

“You won’t be alone, Darling,” he said, smiling fondly when he saw you with his shirt. “You have Jongho, Mingi, Linette, Yunho, Yeosang and your plants. If you get needy, you can call one of them to give you a hand if you want.”

“It’s not as good with them,” you replied. “I like it, of course, but it’s different with you three.”

“I know it is,” he said, hanging off the bed to reach you. “We’ll give you all the attention you want when we come back.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” 

He gave you a light kiss when someone else walked into the room. “Are you still moping about not going with us?” Seonghwa put his fists on his hips. 

“Yes,” you said, looking up at him. “Don’t go.”

“It’s only a week, Kitten,” he said, coming over and kissing your forehead. He knelt at the foot of the bed, his head inches from yours. “I wouldn’t want you to come even if you’d been invited.”

“Why?” you asked, a nerve being hit in your chest. 

“Because then I’d have to share you with other people,” he admitted. “My cousins, my uncles, aunts, half-siblings, and all the rest. Not to mention the witches too. I already am suffering sharing you with my brothers-”

“-Hey!-”

“-I don’t want anyone else getting their paws on you.” You turned onto your stomach as he bent to kiss you again. “So, you’re staying home.”

“Hongjoong would want me to go,” you said. “Ask him. He’ll tell you that I should go with you.”

“Um, no?” Hongjoong appeared from thin air, leaning against the doorframe and looking indignant. He walked around the other side of the bed, turning your head to kiss him. “I only share you with people I like, and I don’t like anyone there enough to do that. You’re mine,” he briefly kissed you again, “Mine, mine, mine.”

“Besides, things can get pretty…” San began, searching for the word, “Freaky?”

“I like freaky,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Not your kind of freaky, babe,” he chuckled. 

“There’s lots of blood sacrifices, ceremonies, bat-shit gross sex things,” Hongjoong explained what San could not. “And everyone there is in their true forms, and that might scare you a bit.” He pinched your cheek, “I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

“I did wonder why you guys don’t look like other demons,” you admitted. “I felt too afraid to ask.”

“It’s pretty scary,” he said. “Seonghwa is particularly scary.”

“Am not,” Seonghwa flicked his ear. “San is.”

“I’m the least scary,” San said. “Anyways, we want you to stay here at home where nobody can touch you except us.” He kissed your cheek, and nuzzled your nose with his. “And selected others, of course.”

“You’ll be kept busy,” Hongjoong said. “Aren’t you going to Wooyoung’s this weekend for that new wardrobe?”

“You bought more clothes, Kitten?” Seonghwa said in disbelief. “Isn’t your closet full enough?”

“It’s the other half of my order,” you reasoned. “He brought the first part so I had stuff to wear after I tossed the rest.”

“Thanks for that by the way,” he huffed. “I wasted all that time designing your clothes, and you threw them out.”

“You got a refund for them.”

“Still. I thought you’d keep some of them.”

“I did keep some of them,” you said. “I kept the baby doll dresses.”

“Hmph,” he sulked, looking away from you. 

“I can wear them for you when you come home,” you told him, pecking his cheek. “Unless you’re so empty by the time you come back that you won’t even want me,” you said, sticking out your tongue. 

“I’ll definitely leave enough for you, Kitten.” 

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll be thinking of you the whole time,” Hongjoong said, tucking hair behind your ear. “None of those witches hold a candle to my little pet.” 

“Not a single one,” agreed Seonghwa, tapping your nose. “They’re not as cute either. I’m going to miss my Kitten,” he pecked your lips, “And how she rides me so easily. Those witches can’t take my dick like you do.”

“Or cuddle afterwards,” said San, his hand running down your back. “They just move on to the next demon or go back to dancing or whatever’s happening at the time. I’ll be counting the days until I can come back to you,” he kissed you again. “It’ll be agony. I’ll be completely miserable without you.”

You giggled, knowing exactly what they were doing. 

“I’m going to be wailing and moaning for you,” said San, pouting and kissing you. "I'll be in complete despair the entire time."

“Keep going,” you joked, nose in the air with pride. “Tell me more about how much you’ll miss me.”

“Why tell you,” Hongjoong leaned further, “When we can show you instead? Come here, pretty.” 

San ended up repacking after his suitcases got kicked off the bed. 

*****

‘Beauty by Woo.’

The sign hung above the double glass doors of Wooyoung’s shop. Dark purple drapes hung inside the large display windows, where blank mannequins modeled chic outfits. The matching awning hung over the doors with a small purple carpet. The storefront screamed ‘Wooyoung’ in every way. You knew Wooyoung’s shop was popular, but the amount of people walking in and out impressed you. 

“Here we are,” Mingi announced, opening your door. “Jung Wooyoung’s boutique.”

You put your sunglasses on top of your head, and stared at the display. A mannequin posed with a hand on her hip stood in slim black capris and a sequined top. “Looks great.”

“His message said he finished the other half of your wardrobe,” Jongho said, coming around from his side. “But, he mentioned you’re more than welcome to browse his jewelry section. He said he got a bunch of new sets he thinks you’ll like.”

“We can always count on Wooyoung to try sneaking in another sales pitch,” you shook your head. “Maybe I’ll buy some just to make The Masters regret leaving me behind, huh? What do you think?” you asked him. 

“Go for it, just don’t bring up my name when they find out,” he jested. 

Your boyfriends left home a few days ago, and you missed them like crazy. The house felt empty without them. You missed walking by San’s gym and hearing him counting under his breath or taking deep breaths as he lifted weights. You walked into Seonghwa’s library for a book, expecting to find him but finding nobody. Not to mention, Hongjoong’s records or hearing his guitar from his bedroom. You found comfort in Octavius and your plant children, though nothing filled the emptiness like they did. 

“I’ve never been here before.” Linette slid out of the car after you. She took in the display with marveled eyes, “I heard Wooyoung’s clothes are to die for.”

“They are,” you confirmed. “He’s made all my clothes: the ones I wore for the masters and ones I wear now. I asked him to do a second set,” you said, linking your arm with hers, “Maybe we’ll get you some stuff too. I’m personally sick of you in that drab uniform.”

“What’s wrong with my uniform?” she asked, looking down at it. 

“It’s very…” you couldn’t find the right word, “French maid? Like, the outfit sexy maids wear.”

“Am I not a sexy maid, Mistress?” she smirked at you. 

“You always are, but this one's a bit too tacky, don't you think so?”

“Then what would you like me to wear?”

“Whatever you're comfortable in.”

You recognized one of the assistants in the window dressing the statue. The young demon spotted you as she clasped the top in the front, and gasped. You saw her shadow moved out of the window and through the shop as you approached the front doors. Jongho just opened the front door when she appeared before you. Black leathery wings batting behind her, her pale green skin made her violet belted dress stand out more. You noticed her velvet collar dotted with diamonds, which stood out compared to the regular leather collars of the others. Wooyoung’s favorite, no doubt. You remembered her from the dozens of times she’s done your makeup, but you never caught her name. 

“Afternoon, my lady,” she bowed her head, sharp teeth in her smile, “Welcome to the boutique. I’m Kyra, how can I help you today?”

“Wooyoung said my wardrobe was ready,” you told her, searching for the skinny man in the sea of customers. “I was wondering if he was here?”

“Yes, of course, my lady. Follow me.”

She led you through the spacious store. Wooyoung didn’t only sell tailored clothes. You saw racks of clothes all around the store, with a small jewelry and shoe section near the back. Men and women both perused the racks, shelves and display tables of Wooyoung’s fashions. Seeing a mannequin modeling a pink feathery dress with sparkling boots, you realized Wooyoung took his fashion seriously. Every article of clothing you saw was a work of art. Everything from the everyday wear to nights out on the town to elegant formal events hung on the walls. He made clothes catered to every fashion trend and style. You admired it. 

“These are beautiful,” Linette gasped, taking up a satin magenta halter top. “Don't you think so, Mistress?”

“Very,” you answered. “It's a great color for you.”

“You think so?” She held it close to her body to test it. 

“Definitely. Get it.”

“Get it?”

“Yeah, Go grab a basket and pick stuff you like. You can't go everywhere in that uniform.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” you said, laughing softly. “I mean it.”

Linette’s eyes lit up, and she hugged you. Jongho took her to browse while Kyra brought you to the back of the store. Through a velvet curtain, you found yourself in what appeared to be Wooyoung’s work room. A mannequin body wearing several layers of silk and cloth embellished with beads stood in one corner, while another wore the petticoat and bottom half of an 18th century dress. On an angled table, he’d left a current design surrounded by several pencils, charcoal, and paints. You could tell he spent a lot of time here by the used coffee mugs and the pillows on the couch. Wooyoung took his work seriously. 

“Master?” Kyra called out softly to a room divider, “Lady YN is here.”

“Wonderful! I’ll be with her in a moment!” 

Wooyoung led an older woman out from behind the divider. Wearing a close fitting dress adorned with gold and aquamarine gems stood a demon with copper skin and thick black hair. She examined herself in the mirror, adjusting the jeweled strings around her long horns. Her nose up in the air, she examined herself from all angles. You saw Wooyoung bordering between anxiousness and annoyance, though he hid it from her well. 

“Well?” Wooyoung asked, fixing a strap on her shoulder. “What do you think, my lady?”

She gave herself another look over before nodding, “It will have to do I suppose. The gems aren’t exactly where we discussed. I intended to wear this at the black mass, but I’m already three days late to the event. Transport schedules aren’t as organized as they used to be.” 

“As I told you, my lady, putting gems that big so close to your waist could be uncomfortable for you,” Wooyoung said in a measured voice. “If you’d like, I can take in the waist more and add smaller stones? We can add a pattern going from hip to sternum here, see?” 

“Lady Akura is the hardest woman to please,” Kyra whispered to you. “She seduced one Egyptian pharaoh-just one-centuries ago and now acts like she’s Cleopatra. It’s pathetic.”

“Clearly a woman dressing past her prime,” you replied with a soft laugh. 

You turned away from the older demon to the rest of the workroom. On the table, you saw his latest design idea. A faceless female figure stood wearing a violet colored blazer with a pencil skirt, stockings and black heels. It looked classy and refined. Beside it, he drew the same thing in a neon green and black checkered pattern and another in pinstripes. On a separate paper, he’d drawn a group of models in various dresses: a button down shirtdress, a sundress, a wrap dress and a belted chemise one. All of them in different patterns and colors, you saw Wooyoung’s vision right away. His assistants delivered the first half of your new wardrobe a week ago, and already he’d finished the second. Examining more of his designs, it felt like a blast from the past. Your past. 

“Ugh, that woman drives me nuts,” you heard him grumble once Lady Akura left. “Nothing ever satisfies her. That gaudy thing has been sitting in here for weeks because every time she comes, she says it's not right. Ugh, she's the worst.” He joined you by the table, “What do you think? Great, huh?”

Wooyoung wore an oversized purple blazer with a light blue lining inside, matching pants and plain shirt. Your desire for your own period reflected in the stylist’s fashion. 

“I thought some professional outfits if you go to an office or just want to look like you mean business,” he said, explaining the first page. “You said you wanted some dresses, so I made a range of different ones. Each one for a different occasion. I haven’t done anything formal since I prefer making formal ones before the event.” 

“These are fantastic!” you smiled, seeing a crop top and jeans number he’d drawn. “Where’d you get the inspiration from?”

“Just some magazines I had laying in the piles,” he nodded to a door left ajar where you spotted several boxes. “Also from looking at celebrities of the time and demons who’d gone upstairs during the 1980’s. Fashion back then was so progressive compared to the ages before it. There was so much color and fun patterns for me to play with. Like, here,” he pulled up a drawing of you in an off-the-shoulder 3/4th sleeve, “I did a black and white zig-zag pattern. The black would be in sequins, while the white is in regular fabric. It’d really make you stand out. I put out a call to a shoemaker I know, and he’s willing to do some sneakers and heels for you.”

“Amazing!” you looked through more designs, “You should sell some of these in the shop. You'd make a killing for sure.”

“I already have,” he replied. “I have a whole Trendsetter section. The stuff has been flying off the shelves. You should see it! It's all anyone's been talking about, and when I mentioned you'd started it, they became even more interested.”

“Why? I'm nobody important.”

“Did you forget that you're part of the nobility now?” he asked, hand on hip. “For centuries, queens and kings have set the trends of their time. You're a Marchioness, especially from one of Lilith’s children? Psh, everyone is going to want what you're wearing. You wear a red ensemble and tell them red is the new pink, soon everyone will want to wear red. You tell them Diet Coke is the new Pepsi Zero, and people would buy it by the gallon. YN,” he faced you with arms crossed, “I don’t think you get how popular you'll become around here. People will be watching you all the time. They'll want to know everything about you.”

“Like a celebrity?”

“More than a celebrity. Princess Diana, honey. That's who you're going to be around here.”

“Oh please, nobody can top Diana.”

“Maybe not in Heaven, since she's an angel and they love her up there, but down here? Oof, get ready.” He moved a bit closer, “Because everyone's going to want a slice of you. Good thing the black mass is pure-bloods only this time. Otherwise, you’d be bitten more than once.” You heard the sultry drop in his voice and saw him scanning your features. “I know I had a bite and wanted to eat the whole thing.”

“Same here,” you turned around to match his energy.

“You know, the masters put in special orders,” he admitted. “I'm not supposed to tell you because it's a surprise, but since you're here we can see if they fit?”

You eyed him closely, “Did they?”

“They did. They're beautiful.”

“Alright, sure.”

“They're gorgeous,” you breathed, feeling the soft material. “Did they say what they're for?”

He walked over to the rack of bagged clothes, rifled around before pulling out three. You noticed the names on the different tags: “Seonghwa” “Hongjoong” “San”. You couldn't think of what reason they'd buy you clothes other than for your affection. When you unzipped Seonghwa’s bag, you saw a white lace bodysuit. It suited his taste completely. You noticed the snakes and roses sewn into the lace, intertwining up and down the front and sides. You snickered when you saw the ‘SH’ worked into the pattern near the crotch. Opening up Hongjoong’s, you saw a deep plum bra and panty set made of smooth satin and lace. The slit across the bra pads barely hid your nipples, which Hongjoong would love. The subtle ‘HJ’ sewn along the panty line did not surprise you either. San’s order was a night dress of pink silk. A tiny white rhinestone ‘S’ sat right underneath the bosom like a brooch. A declaration of ownership even without the collar. You supposed it should bother you, but you loved it.

“For when they came back from the black mass,” he said. “They said they wanted you to know they’d never desire anyone as much as you.” 

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” you snorted. “It’s a present for me that's really a present for them.” You picked up Seonghwa’s gift, but then decided against it. If anyone knew you'd tried them on, it'd be the one who reads minds. So, you picked up Hongjoong’s next. “This one’s a nice color.”

“Nice material too, but I was working off the top of my head,” he said, “So I'm not a hundred percent sure if they'll fit. You should try them on to see.”

You knew exactly where he planned to take things, and you didn't mind at all. You hung Hongjoong’s set by the mirror, and saw Wooyoung take a seat on the couch. His eyes stayed on you, already undressing you from afar. He'd seen you nude a few times before, and clearly wanted to see you again. 

One by one, you unbutton your blouse in the mirror. When you untucked it, you made sure he saw the white bra underneath. Sliding it off your shoulders, you did the same with your pants. You dragged them down your ass, knowing Wooyoung watched intently. He bit the inside of his lip when you removed them to show your pink panties. You thought he might not like your mismatched underwear, but he hardly noticed. His eyes trained on you the entire time, taking in what is underneath than what was covering it. Feeling desired brought out more arousal. You swayed your hips, playing with your pantyline the entire time. Wooyoung followed every movement. 

“I suppose I should take this off too, right?” you asked, playing with your bra straps. “We can't know the actual size with these on.”

“Yes,” Wooyoung sighed. “Yes, absolutely.”

Smirking, you slid the straps down your shoulders until they tugged at the corners. When they did, you pulled the cotton fabric underneath them. Wooyoung let out a soft whimper once you showed them, biting his tongue. In the secluded room, nothing separating you and Wooyoung but a wooden screen, you couldn't help the knot in your lower half. The workshop did not have an actual door, only a curtain; anyone could enter at any time, which only enhanced your arousal. Squeezing your tits, you teased your nipples in front of him. You imagined someone coming upon you right then, and it added to the sensations. His eyes darkened with lust as you played with them. You could see the wheels turning in his mind; you saw him picturing all the things he’d like to do to you right then. He licked his lips when you wet your fingers to rub on your hard nipple, swallowing when you gave a soft whimper. Once you unclasped your bra, you let him take in your topless form before swaying your hips. 

“You're gorgeous, honey,” he breathed, arms resting on the back of the couch. “Insanely gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” you said, sliding off your panties. “I get that a lot.”

Wooyoung slumped in his seat when he saw you. With the mirror behind you, he saw the backside just as easily. He walked over to you, picking up the bra from the hanger. 

“Let me help you, my lady,” he said in your ear as you faced the mirror again. 

You slipped your arms into the straps, seeing him clip it on behind you. His hands sliding to your front, he stuck his hand in the bra to adjust you into it. You gasped and giggled when he squeezed it instead, ending with a pinch that made you grind against him. He did the same to the other side, this time rolling your nipple between his fingers. When he finished, the slits in the bra just barely covered them. No doubt a way for Hongjoong to suck them without taking it off you. Wooyoung’s body now close to yours, the tension between you smoldered. You did your best to let him enjoy touching you, even if you wanted him to do more, but the noise outside reminded you where you were. 

“Wooyoung,” you sighed as he kissed up your shoulder to your neck, “Wooyoung, we shouldn’t…”

“Why? Don’t want to be interrupted?” he asked, kissing underneath your ear. 

“No, I don’t,” you laughed with the tightness in your stomach. 

“But you need to try on the rest, my lady,” he replied, fixing the bra on correctly. “You haven’t put on the panties yet.” 

Crotchless panties. You should have known with it being Hongjoong’s design. Wooyoung bent down to help you into them before dragging them up your body. The slow lift up your thighs caused a shudder to run through you. Adjusting them properly, Wooyoung made sure you felt his fingers along the lines and crotch. When he stood back up, he pressed you to him and admired you. 

“What do you think?” you sneered, whirling your ass to the bulge hitting between your cheeks. 

“You look incredible,” he said, running his hands up and down your stomach. Not quite sliding into the bra slits, but also not touching the crotch either. The feathery touch brought more chills to your center, which he nearly brushed with his hand. “I don’t know how you go a day without a cock in you,” he whispered, letting a hand go to the slit of your underwear. “If you were mine, I’d just chain you to my bed and fuck you whenever I pleased.”

“Is that what you do to little Kyra?” you asked, getting a surprised look from him. “Her collar gave it away.”

“All my assistants have collars.”

“Hers is special. The others have normal leather collars, but she has a velvet diamond one,” you pressed his hand further to your clit, giving a soft moan once a finger touched you. “I bet you fuck her loads. I know I would, if I were you.”

“Kyra is special,” he admitted, “But I like something different every now and then.” 

You bit back a moan as a single digit toyed with your clit side to side. Wooyoung watched you wriggle in the mirror, amused by the sudden jolt whenever he grazed your clit. You held onto the arms in front of you for leverage, since you thought you might tip over from the continuous pleasure. Wooyoung brought you to the couch and patted his lap. In the mirror, you saw yourself locked against Wooyoung who put his hands back on your exposed sex. One hand circled your clit slowly, while the other teased your entrance. You sat there looking at it, transfixed by the hands bringing you so much pleasure. 

“Like this right here,” he said in your ear. “I’ve been dying to have more of this since the last time. Now that I can fuck your pretty holes, it’s all I want to do.”

“Then fuck them,” you whined.

“I will,” he chuckled. “I will, don’t worry.”

Light and slow, Wooyoung’s fingers barely grazed your clit at times. In the mirror, you saw long fingers running up and down the moistening folds. One hand tenderly grasping your tit, keeping you locked in his lap, Wooyoung kept the same pace the entire time. You bit down on your lip to keep from being too loud, especially with all the people outside, but the hand threatened to break that. You gripped the sides of the couch each time his finger “accidentally” slipped inside you, nails scratching the suede fabric. You couldn’t stop staring. Your vision lined up each emotion with what he was doing to you: zigzags on your clit, fingers pushing deep inside before coming back out, and rolling your nipple painted a sinful image. When he finally slid them back in, you saw how your body adjusted to them. His palm grinding into your clit, the digits in your pussy pushed right to the soft center.

“Fuck!” you cried, knees lifting up at the intense pressure.

“Quiet, my lady,” Wooyoung whispered, “Someone might hear us and come in here. I’d hate to have to stop now. Not when you’re so wet,” he emphasized this with a few quick brushes on your clit before fingering you again.

You knew he was right. Wetting the opposite hand with your juices, Wooyoung pushed the wet fingers past your lips. Sucking on them firmly, he moaned seeing you suck them while he fingered you. You couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering too loudly when both hands sunk deep and wriggled around. Eventually, Wooyoung quickened his fingers until you shook in his embrace. The constant pressure of his fingertips pressing your core soon had you quaking, unable to push upwards or grab his hand to use it yourself. The position compromised you in so many ways, but you couldn’t look away from the mirror. 

Having gone so long without San, Seonghwa or Hongjoong made you desperate for something, anything. You missed Seonghwa’s smug smirk when you came over his hand and San’s gentle kisses as he slowly fucked into you. Not having Hongjoong tying you to his bed and edging you with his toys made everything else boring in comparison. You wanted them so badly. 

With a bit of moving around, Wooyoung managed to undo his pants for you. His cock, already pulsing and throbbing, stood erect against your wet sex. You reached down to rub the thick tip into your clit, the touch making both of you restrain your moans. Grinding up and down, you slid your pussy over the leaking cock in your hand. You wanted to let go. The burning desire to ride him hard and fast came to you each time the tip pushed to your entrance. Wooyoung released you from his grip, and you took this as a sign to finally push him in you. The moment you both connected, shots of relief and frustration hit you at the same time. The relief of finally being full, but the frustration of wanting more. Hands on his knees, you started off with slow, shallow movements. You kept your back arched so he might see himself buried in your cunt, while you watched yourself in the middle. 

Tits jiggling as you got faster, you knew how much San would love this. He loved watching you fuck yourself on his cock, content to lay there and grab your ass or rub your clit for you. You thought of his tanned muscles, and rough hands. Thin eyes full of lust and longing would scan over you as if he might never see you again.

“Bitch,” Wooyoung hissed, slapping your ass harshly. “You’re seriously thinking of someone else while riding me?”

Your eyes widened. Had you really said ‘San’ just now? You couldn’t remember. Your mind totally blanked, lost in the vision of San inside you. A pang of guilt hit you when you realized how messed up that is.

“I’m sorry,” you panted, clenching around him. “It kind of slipped out. I-I…”

“Keep going,” he grabbed your hair to yank your head back. “Keep thinking about him,” he grunted.

“Wha-what?”

“Think about how much bigger he is than me,” he groaned, whirling his hips so his cock moved around in you, “And how he fucks you better.”

"Wooyoung, I kind of don’t get it…You like that?”

“I ask Kyra to do it all the time,” he lifted you off the chair and onto the floor. Bent over in front of the long mirror, you had a better look at his opened shirt and loose pants. “I ask her to pretend I’m her boyfriend, but she’s cheating on me with somebody else. Do that for me. Tell me how he fucks you. Tell me what he does that’s better.” He grinded against you, hands on your ass. “Tell me you wish I was him right now.”

“I wish he was fucking me right now,” you whimpered, hands curling around the fine rug beneath you. “His dick is so big he nearly splits my pussy in half.”

Wooyoung whimpered at this “confession”. He tried keeping quiet as he started pounding you again. He kept his hand in your hair so your back stayed curved. Your eyes meeting his in the mirror, you kept going.

“I miss his tongue on my clit and his fingers inside me,” you murmured. “He always makes me cum before he puts his dick in me. You can’t even make me cum once-”

“-Yes, yes, yes,” he whined. “I can’t make you cum. I’m not good at it.”

“No, you’re fucking not,” you did deflect from this by pushing against him. Your eyes rolled back at his thick length being in you to the hilt. “You don’t even eat me out. It’s all San likes to do. He keeps going even when I’ve already cummed because he likes hearing me squeal from overstimulation.”

“Fuck,” Wooyoung panted at the vivid imagery. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, both hands in your hair as he charged. “I’m sorry I’m not-n-not good enough.”

“You never will be,” you huffed, eyes rolling back as he angled himself deeper. “I miss him so…so fucking much.”

“Tell me what you miss, baby.”

“I miss how he kisses me,” you admitted. “I miss the way he touches me so carefully, like he’s afraid he’ll break me. I miss him calling me ‘Darling’. I miss his tongue and his fingers.”

You missed so many other things. “And his cock?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah, you miss that too? You prefer it over mine right now?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you said through clenched jaws. They went in time with his deep thrusts, the motion driving you wild. “I want to be fucking him so badly, but here-her-here I am wi-with you.”

Cuckolding never reached the top of your favorite kinks, but you quite enjoyed it with Wooyoung. You’d been about to tell him more when a voice called out from behind the divider.

“Master?” It was Kyra.

“Yes?” Wooyoung said with a bite of annoyance. Your hips didn’t stop. You kept going, knowing any second that girl would turn the corner to see you both there.

“Lady Akura wants to see you,” she said. “She says she’s just had an idea for the dress.”

“Tell her to make an appointment tomorrow,” he said. “She had her-her chance.”

“She’s insisting, sir.”

“I don’t care.” You saw his eyes fall shut as your walls squeezed him in every push. You felt your orgasm fast approaching, especially with the rug brushing your sensitive nipples and Wooyoung reaching around to your clit. “She can come back to-tomorrow. I’m busy…very busy.”

You thought about San again. Right now, his muscles would’ve tensed, his cock pulsating against your tight walls and shaking from his oncoming orgasm. He wouldn’t bother talking to Kyra; he’d be too focused on you. You forced Wooyoung’s hand to stay between your thighs, rubbing it up and down as you stuffed a random bolt of cloth between your teeth. Using the energy from your climax to bite down, you kept back to high-pitched moans you’d normally let out. In the mirror, you saw Wooyoung close to finishing.

“But, Master, I don’t think she’ll leave until she sees you.”

Wooyoung did not answer her. He only fucked into you faster, using your sex to finish deep inside you. His hot cum shooting far inside you, fingers and cock working your clit, kept you going.

“Master?”

“Tell her I will call her later,” Wooyoung grunted, giving a few more thrusts before stopping. “I said I’m busy.”

When he withdrew, you felt globs of cum drip from you and onto your new panties. You quivered as he used the head to fuck them back inside.

“Master, please don’t make me talk to that woman,” Kyra pleaded. “She’s so mean, especially to us assistants.”

You gingerly moved out of your position, feeling your joints stuck for a moment, then turned around. Taking him in your hand, you slid the wet head over your tongue. Facing the mirror sideways, Wooyoung had a perfect view of your mouth on his cock. The sensitive muscle twitches at this, which makes you take more of it. Little beads of precum spilled from him as you licked and sucked him clean. You’d get a second round either now or later.

“Get over it,” Wooyoung said, transfixed by his cock in your mouth.

“Master-”

“-I am busy with Lady YN,” he snapped. “How many times do I have to say it?”

“Kyra,” you finally spoke up, spitting cum back onto Wooyoung’s cock, “Tell Lady Akura he’ll be out in a moment. He’s helping me try on this new lingerie set and it’s, psh, it’s just complicated. There’s so many pieces to it. I swear,” you stroked Wooyoung slowly, reaching for his balls every other time, “It’s like you need an engineering degree to figure it out.”

“Um, alright,” she conceded, “I will let her know.”

You waited for her to leave, then knelt up to Wooyoung. You considered kissing him, but then you’d be there all day.

“You certainly have interesting tastes, Mr. Jung,” you taunted playfully, removing the soiled panties. “I never pegged you for a cuck.”

He shrugged, putting them aside as he wiped himself with a cloth. “It’s hot to me. It’s cool if you’re not into it that much though. It’s not a necessity to me. I knew you were missing your boyfriends, so I thought you might want to think of them while fucking me.” 

“I’m sorry about that,” you said. “I did enjoy it with you. It kind of came up out of nowhere.” 

“I know,” he smirked, “It ended up working out for me. I’d love to do it again sometime.” 

The both of you stood up, and cleaned yourselves as best as possible. You knew you’d pass out when you got home. The aching in your thighs and knees told you that when you walked back into the store. By the counter, Lady Akura waited impatiently for Wooyoung.

“She could give my grandfather a run for his money,” Wooyoung grimaced. “I’ll have someone bring your wardrobe tomorrow morning.”

“I look forward to it,” you replied with a wink.

Blowing him a kiss, you walked away to see Linette already near the door with a few purple and gold shopping bags. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who got a bit of retail therapy.

“I can’t wait to show you what I got,” she beamed at you when you approached. “Everything is so cute. I’m going to need reasons to put them on, but oh my god, they’re gorgeous.”

“And they’ll look even better on you,” you smiled.

“How was the wardrobe?” she asked as you both left the shop.

“The stuff Wooyoung showed me is divine,” you told her. “Absolutely amazing.”

You both slipped into your seats, and Jongho closed the door. The moment he did, Linette turned to you. “Clothes weren’t the only thing you two discussed, were they?”

You held back your laugh as you said, “Nope.”

“Mistress!” Linette gasped in surprise, then joined you in laughing. “With Wooyoung?”

“He started it,” you replied. “I was fine trying on the lingerie the masters bought me, and then things got hot,” you shrugged. “He’s apparently into cuckolding.”

“Who’s into cuckolding?” Jongho asked, getting into the seats facing you.

“Wooyoung,” you answered.

“Ah, I thought I smelled him on you.”

“There really is no hiding anything around here, is there?”

“Not a thing,” he confirmed with a teasing smile. “So, did Kyra watch or what? What happened?”

You told them everything on the way home. Your encounter with Wooyoung stuck with you the rest of the day. You had enjoyed every second, but you did feel bad thinking of somebody else. It wasn’t the first time you’d done that in your life, yet you hadn’t cared then. Returning home, Linette showed you her purchases while you lounged on your bed. Everything she bought looked incredible on her. 

Wooyoung was a real master of his craft.

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A/N: One of the shorter ones, I hope you guys still liked it! I did struggle with this one for a bit haha Lady didn't go to the Black Mass, but perhaps she might get her own invitation?

Not before meeting the Queen of Flowers herself, Lilith ;)

[notjustjavierpena]

Heat

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Many many moons ago (this might be an exaggeration), I wrote a direct message to @undercoverpena about one of her text posts that sent me into a horny spiral. I loved it. You can read the text post here. At lot happened since then, and I bet you all that she must have forgotten or thought I would not finish it, but alas I return from the dead.

Summary: Javier looks so delicious doing hard work under the sun. The kids aren’t home. Heat is not just what the sun gives, it can also be a state of your body.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, clit stim, piv sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, rough sex, javi p is sweaty and you are horny

Word count: 3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51636391

Heat

It’s a thousand degrees outside.

It’s the beginning of autumn and it’s boiling hot, so warm that one cannot fully enjoy the weather when it makes everything feel crispier. You’ll be damned if you are going to spend the sparse and sacred hours of being childfree inside your house with a pout though, because your father-in-law has the kids after a long period of him being unable to babysit.

One would think that now that your three children are in Abuelo Chucho’s hands, it would mean having a long-awaited, as well as well-deserved, date night with your husband, but Javier has decided to spend the day renovating the back porch in the heat. You haven’t rolled your eyes at him yet, but the urge has been there several times.

You sit on the porch swing, dangling your feet just above the wooden boards that are soon to be removed and replaced. There’s a glass of cold lemonade in your hand, a bee buzzing somewhere nearby. 

Javier is in the shed at the back of the garden. You can hear him move things around, occasionally letting out a swear word moments after something clatters to the floor with a loud bang. 

You sip your lemonade through its straw. The honey bee has found the bush of lavender, and you let your eyes close to listen to the sounds of late summer, the start of fall. The sun dances on your lids, sweat forms at the small of your back just above your shorts and right below your cropped t-shirt.

After a few minutes where you’ve leaned back into the backrest of the porch swing, and nearly fallen asleep, you hear Javier returning. Automatically, your eyes open at hearing him speak. 

“Hey, enjoying yourself?” He has come over to peck your lips. You allow it, holding up the glass of lemonade afterward to watch his lips close around the straw. He takes a long sip whilst his eyes are fixed on yours.

“Gotta stay hydrated if you want to work in this heat,” you note.

“Just gonna be all pretty sitting there and watching me?” He asks after swallowing, and you have to force yourself to look away from the way his Adam's Apple bobs.

“Mh-hm,” you nod without saying much, knowing you’ll break if you try to get an actual sentence out.

“Alright,” he just replies, and you swear you catch some sort of undertone in his voice. He kisses you again, lingering a second too long for you to be indifferent towards it, and then stretches again. A less collected version of you wants to undo his belt right there, but you let him go instead. Not without regret though.

And then he starts working, dragging planks across the soon-naked porch deck, and you start sweating even more at the sight. Even moreso at the grunts he elicits during his labor.

Javier is beautiful underneath the burning sun, sweat-slicked chest hair peeking out from under his grayish shirt that he has unbuttoned at the top. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows because they cannot go up any further than that, tightening around the beginnings of his biceps and causing your head to swim when you think about those arms around you. 

You allow yourself to ogle him as he is lost in the task. The straw in your lemonade sits in your mouth, your tongue curling around it briefly before you sip to clench your thirst. There’s sweat collecting on Javier’s brow, threatening to drip down, and when it finally does slide down the side of his head, your eyes burn from refraining from blinking as you watch the beads roll down his neck and into the clavicle of it. You press your thighs together.

The gray shirt has darkened in color around his shoulders due to dampness. Whenever Javier turns his back to you, you can see the darker patch has reached his lower back too. Your tongue darts out to lick at nothing around your mouth, and you know that your husband would laugh at you if he saw it.

There’s something dirty about watching the way he brushes slick hair from his forehead. He has knelt down on the deck by now, occasionally on all fours when he reaches for something in front of himself, and when he gets really concentrated, straining his back muscles so much that the shirt starts fighting for its life, he pulls a face that nearly makes you fall off the porch swing. 

You bite your lip, choose your words but none seems to do the job so you settle for something more simple, “Javi.”

“Sí, mi amor?” Javier doesn’t look up. 

You remind yourself that he has talked about redoing the porch since his father agreed to take the kids. You won’t spoil it for him, and you know that a half-finished project with three kids is not an ideal situation for you, so you compose yourself.

“I think I need to get out of the sun for a bit, can I get you some water?” You ask instead of getting on your knees to beg - or more - and then you walk past him. 

“Sure,” he replies as you pass him, and it makes you unable to see the smirk on his face, “Water would be great. Thanks, honey.”

Inside the kitchen, you fill a glass with cold water from the refrigerator. You even get a few ice cubes from the tray in your freezer but instead of dumping them into your husband’s drink, you hold them against your chest with a sigh of relief. Something burns in the pit of your stomach, even more when you return to the porch and hand Javier the glass of water. He hasn’t gotten less enticing; shirt clinging to him, hair sticking to his forehead, a groan as he gets up from the floor.

“Should be done by tomorrow,” he says as he takes the glass from your hand, causing a bolt of electricity to shoot down your spine as your fingers brush. It’s ridiculous since both of you know that he is yours already. 

“Mm-hm,” you watch him gulp down nearly all of his drink. 

And then he does something that you might never recover from; he pours the remaining water over himself in an attempt to cool down. It wets his hair even more, and he runs his thick fingers through it to shake out the excess droplets. 

Time stands still. Your heart hammers in your chest, pulse traveling through your veins until you can feel the throbbing of each heartbeat between your legs. You press your thighs together and let out a whimper of breath. 

“Baby?” You say softly to earn a hm? It feels shameful to meet Javier’s eyes. However when you do, you notice his pupils have dilated in desire, gaze flickering down your body for the shortest time, and you choose to strike. 

You step into Javier’s personal space, hand reaching up to lie on his chest. The soft pads of your fingers rest on his skin where his buttons are undone, and you try to keep a doe-eyed look on your face as you rub his exposed skin gently.

“I was thinking,” you start, trail off.

“Yes?” He drags the word out. You can hear the smirk on his face but it feels too vulnerable to look him in the eye.

“Since we’re alone,” you continue, gaze fixated on the chest hair that is exposed in the heat, “And since there’s air conditioning inside, we could do something together.”

“Do what?” He says like someone who has figured you out. His strong hand comes up to wrap around your wrist, lifting your palm to his mouth. He kisses it. 

Your face burns with embarrassment at the fact that you can barely contain yourself in his presence. That and the fact that it is usually so easy, so why does it feel so difficult to ask for what you want? 

“You know what.”

“I need you to say it, need you to ask for it, mi vida,” he teases and places your hand on the side of his face. He releases a breath at your touch, eyes fluttering closed so you feel brave enough to look up at his face. He leans further into you and looks as ready as you to give in. 

“I need you to touch me,” your voice trembles. Javier just barely shudders at hearing your words, opening his eyes once more to reveal their darkened color. 

“Touch you where?” Javier continues his little game. He mirrors you, touches your face too, “Here?”

“No.”

His hand moves down to brush your neck, “Here then? It must be here.”

“No,” you shake your head, “Please, Javi.”

Javier’s hand slides down your front and settles on the exposed skin of your belly. It causes you to hold your breath. Then it goes down, slips past the elastic band of your shorts and into your damp underwear. You gasp as two of his fingers slide through the wetness between your legs, tips finding your pulsing clit immediately after. Thank God you have hedges around the back garden and thank God that they’re tall enough to keep prying eyes away from the scene that unfolds. 

“What about here? I hope it’s here because I don’t want to stop,” he rubs you off slowly until your legs start to shake underneath you. He works his fingers back and forth, from side to side, one on either side of your clit and something builds and builds and—

You come with a little cry and bury your face in Javier’s chest. Your hand on the side of his face falls down to his shoulder which you grip as you soak your underwear even more, thighs trapping his hand as they clamp together. As your head spins, Javier chuckles out a swear word above you. 

“Never gets old,” he adds and you start giggling. 

After a few seconds of letting you breathe, Javier cups your face and lifts your lips to his own in a kiss that tells you everything you need to know, where you’re heading, which direction. You kiss him back slowly and he licks the inside of your mouth, guides you toward the screen door that leads inside of the house. He has you, you want to say, body and soul. 

“Let me take my beautiful wife to bed,” he begs and you nod repeatedly, mumbling a soft plea. He peppers you with sweet kisses that turn more heated as you get closer to the bedroom door. He toes off his shoes on the way, leaving them forgotten in the hallway along with pieces of clothing that he sheds you and himself of. 

When you’re both naked, sticking together from the sweat that is already shining on your skin, he hoists you up and carries you to the bed effortlessly. You cling to him by wrapping your limbs around his body, and he kneels down on the bed and places you on your back - and then he doesn’t leave but instead melts into you.

“Te deseo mucho, mi amor,” he murmurs and crushes you so heavenly with his weight, connecting his lips to your throat and sucking a purple mark onto your skin. You’ll scold him for it later but right now, you simply whine. His voice vibrates against your neck, “You really thought all I was gonna do was redo the stupid porch? Not do you?”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you bite back with no real hostility, first snorting at his choice of words and then letting out a sigh as he continues tasting your salty skin, “I was ready to go insane, so please fuck me.”

“Dramatic as ever,” he teases and then holds himself up with one arm so he can reach down between your bodies. You bend your legs and let your knees fall out to the sides, breath hitching until it becomes a whimper when the head of Javier’s cock slides through your folds. 

“Please,” you say, and have never been so willing. His cockhead catches on your clit, and your moan comes out a lot louder than intended. You are just about to cover your mouth with your hand when you realize you don’t have to; you can cry and whine and scream all you want to. It makes you yearn for him in a newfound sense and makes you want to scream already. 

“Paciencia, mi amor,” he tuts but still reads your mind. He enters you a moment later, pushing inside easily from the slick that’s already smearing your inner thighs. He groans as you take him, eyes intensely focused on yours whilst stretching your pussy open in a delicious sting. Your hands find his broad shoulders instead of their usual place clamped down on your mouth. You let yourself be noisy as you adjust.

“That’s it,” he slurs, “Be noisy all you want. Good girl.”

When he pulls out and eases back in, the two of you moan in unison. He does it again but follows it up with a breathless laugh when your noises already climb in pitch. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he says soothingly as if you’ve hurt yourself.

But then he shows no mercy and speeds up. His rhythm becomes something else entirely; hard and fast, sending the eyes in your head rolling backward into your skull with a f-fuck dripping from your lips.

Everything is so different. Usually, you breathe so deeply into each other’s bodies, connecting your lips whenever the other is about to give away what the two of you are doing to the rest of the house. Your noses will bump against each other as you are impossibly close to one another, an occasional h-ah escaping your mouth or a low grunt from Javier’s, and if not even a kiss can cover up the noises, Javier’s strong hand or your own will cover your mouth as you cry through the most intense orgasms a man has ever given you.

But now. Oh God. Javier is making you sing until the house is shaking, every noise bouncing off the walls to ricochet right back to your ears. You can hear yourself sound obscene as he makes you come a second time, wanton moans falling from your slack mouth. You tremble, thighs jiggling along his sides as he drives his cock into you to prolong your pleasure. 

“There you are, Christ, you are perfect,” he praises, continues to pound your oversensitive cunt, “Let it all out, baby.”

“More,” you beg, “Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grunts. 

You reach down between your legs as best as you can, already thinking of a third orgasm now that your clit is untouched. If not only to shout yourself hoarse.

Javier traps you between his arms, propping himself up on his forearms and sliding his fingers into your hair. He tugs slightly as he rolls his hips, pain erupting from your sensitive follicles and adding to your third high that is building. 

You circle your clit fast, barely able to contain yourself as your cunt goes off into delicious spasm. You think you might actually start crying with how intense it feels, Javier’s cock twitching inside of you whilst he moans too. He buries his face in your shoulder.

“Don’t pull out,” you gasp up at the ceiling, nails creating little crescent marks on the muscles of his broad shoulder, “Javi, oh fuck, come in me. Don’t pull out. Pleasepleaseplease.”

The comment makes Javier pull back a little, raising himself on his elbow to look down at you. His fingers are still in your hair, an occasional moan tumbles out of his mouth as he continues reaching deep inside of you, and his eyes bore into yours. He furrows his brow from being so close, barely able to speak from how ragged his breathing is.

“What—?” He grunts. Any moment now.

“Not ovulating,” you moan back at him, tightening your legs around his waist to punctuate your want, your need. You try meeting his every thrust to encourage his own high, “Please, baby. Need you to come in me.”

“Mierda, estas una chica sucia,” his hips stutter, “You love getting filled to the brim, don’t you?” 

You nod frantically. 

“Just want me to keep knocking your sweet cunt up, huh?” He moans. 

“Yes. Whole fucking football team.”

“C’mere,” he catches your mouth in a heated kiss, nodding slightly, but it turns messy as soon as he gets to orgasm. He whimpers into your mouth when he is just on the brink, and then he gasps as the first rope of come starts to fill you. You let out a big sigh against his mouth for show, taking everything he has to give you whilst he shudders in your arms. 

It takes a moment to calm down. Your arms rest beside your head and your eyes close, trying to calm your heavy breathing. Above you, Javier hisses when he pulls out of you and you can immediately feel his come dripping out of you. 

Javier kisses your exposed chest. He slides his hands up your forearms to eventually hold each of your hands, flopping down onto you again. 

“Ice water,” you say after a while of laying together like this. 

“Hm?” He squeezes your hands.

“Go get some ice water, your wife is boiling.”

“Fine,” he groans. 

When he comes back, he has also brought a towel and you spend the rest of the afternoon trailing ice cubes across your warm skin after cleaning yourself up. It’ll be easier to work in the colder evening sun anyway.

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[torupinwheels]

Breathless Hill

Summary Fending off the big bad wolf is nothing new to you. But this close up to his shiny fangs and muscled arms, who could blame you for having a couple new tricks up your sleeve?

Pairing Toji x Reader

Content Warning MDNI, forest sex, fem!reader, werewolf!Toji, ruts, knotting, asphyxiation, breeding, creampies.

Word count. 2.5k

AN. Scrambled to get this fic done before getting my groceries, hope you guys enjoy ^_^.

For the first time all night, you close your eyes and instantly regret it. Your legs hurt from running and your lungs feel scarred; like the northwestern trees after a particularly brutal wildfire. The sun had long set but you were still seeing flashes of light behind your eyes, dizzying your balance with every blink; you were exhausted to say the least.

"You sure you're not tired yet, doll?"

Hearing that damned gravelly voice echo in the distance, your eyes shoot open.

Fuck, you could have swore you lost him a couple miles ago. You swallow, sweat dripping down from your brow down to your neck. Your shirt was soaked through already, sweat clinging to the outlines of your chest.

Your ears pick up the faint rustling of leaves nearby. Alarmingly nearby.

Suddenly, you wince at the sound of claws scraping loudly on the deeply furrowed bark of the trees. It sounds far too close for comfort. In fact, it almost seems that it's coming from the tree behind you.

The realization hits you but it's too late: Toji is upon you in the blink of an eye.

It's impressive how fast he knocks the air out of you, pinning you like the small game prey that fall into his trap every full moon. The sheer force of his sinewy muscles forces a grunt of surprise out of you as your back hits the tree behind you. He grins, a delighted smirk reaching from the etched scar on his lip to reveal sharp canines lurking underneath.

"You're quiet now, huh? Shoulda thought about that before taking my bounty, pretty girl."

He's intoxicating. Logically, it's easy for you to understand the danger you're in; having the most lethal werewolf in the county pressing up against you. As the blood rushes to your head, you size up the threat in front of you.

However roughed up you must look, he's worse off. Despite his confidence, you managed to get a couple good hits in before he turned. His human clothes struggle to contain his massive form, turning a normally baggy grey sweater into something more akin to a tattered imitation of a compression shirt.

Your gaze drifts further down and you bite back a smile at the various oozing wounds your traps laid on Toji's body. Although primitive, your bear traps did well to slow him down before his superhuman healing kicked in.

His words finally kick in and your eyes dart back up but the damage is done. Puzzled, and tickled more than he'd ever admit, by your silence, Toji catches your questionable gaze and lets his head fall ever so slightly towards yours.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like what you see."

His breath is soft, you notice absentmindedly. Your eyebrows furrow slightly and you stay silent, eliciting a slight head tilt from Toji. Gears turning in your brain, you decide to test a theory. You bring your hands up slow to land like a feather on his chest.

He lets out a rough gasp but it's not enough. If this is real, you need proof. You let your breath fan out on his cheek as you lean in, voice low.

"What if I do? Is there something wrong with that?"

He lets out a shaky laugh, claws still pressed against the rough tartan wool of your shirt. But his arms soften and there's a strange look in his eyes. You were right: the big bad wolf has a little crush on you. Unaware of your inner musings, he answers in a low sarcastic whisper.

"Careful, don't say that too loudly. These woods are full of creatures that aren't as nice as me."

The implications of his words dawn on you.

He's having fun with this.

You've shot at him, trapped his legs, and damn near sent him on a wild goose chase the whole night but that strange twinkle in his eyes is still there. To make matters worse, there's a whole other unsettling side of the coin.

You're having a lot of fun too.

It's been a long time since a bounty made you run like hell.

You're unable to hide the sudden mirth in your eyes so you act quick. Toji barely has enough time to raise a quizzical brow at your sudden gleefulness before you quickly slide a leg behind his -- effectively using his own weight to knock him down to the cold and damp forest floor.

"Argh!" "Fuck-"

You both go down cursing, with you landing squarely on top of Toji's chest. You both blink at each other before Toji lets out a frustrated huff, brandishing his claws to swipe you.

You dodge quickly and in a blind act of adrenaline, you reach for his neck.

Toji's eyes widen immediately and his claws falter. It's enough of a gap for you to grip the thick sides of his fur-covered neck and squeeze as hard as possible. You close your eyes, hiding your face downwards, as you apply pressure with an strangled yell.

You feel Toji's claws retract as his body thrashes and he lets out a moan?

Surprised, you let go momentarily as your head shoots up. The sight that meets you nearly convinces that you died earlier and went to heaven right here on the forest floor.

What meets your eyes is a flushed and heaving Toji, gasping for air. His eyes flutter back and forth between looking at you and rolling back into his head with pleasure. Your eyes wander down, from his chest heaving up and down with every greedy breath he takes down to his crotch where you swear you saw a tent.

You give him an experimental roll of your hips and he keens, a clawed hand immediately grabbing at the plush of your hip.

This position gives you too much access to both of you as you immediately notice the solid warm weight right under your core.

He's rock hard from getting choked out. Stunned, you say the first thing that comes to mind, hands firmly caressing his adam's apple.

"You're kind of a freak."

His usually baritone voice is deliciously raspy when he finally speaks, his splintered laugh sending vibrations through your lower core.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You probably got wet watching me getting stabbed, weirdo."

You're not sure what comes over you when you reply.

"Wanna find out?"

You're about to mutter a half-hearted apology when Toji closes his eyes, a peaceful smile on his features.

He looks good like this, like the world's worries just melt right off his chiseled body.

His face distracts you from the most electrifying hip roll, as Toji grinds his massive bulge against your crotch, electrifying you into a lengthy moan. His canines glint in the moonlight as he grins at your reaction.

"Sure, baby. Do your worst. I'll make you feel good either way."

Your hands start to wander down, of their own accord, to Toji's chest. Like gravity, you're pulled to start a slow unforgiving grind on his dick, feeling the precum leak through his tattered pants. Feeling the cold air hit his neck, Toji hisses as his eyes focus on you. His big hands envelop yours, warmth spreading through them. He looks up at you, his voice wavering slightly, like honey falling through the air.

"Please, baby. Don't-don't stop."

His words spur you on, bringing your hands back to the expanse of his neck only to squeeze down on his airway.

Your reward is immediate as Toji brings up one of his massive thighs for you to rest on and starts to hurriedly undo your pant buttons with his claws.

He starts babbling low grunts of nonsense in between the both of your moans with the only words you make out being "baby" and "so gorgeous".

Before long, he's managed to free your slick core from your garments, leaving your bottom half shivering from both the cold autumn air and the delicate touch of his sharp claws.

You were beautiful to him. From your disheveled hair to the bit of chest peeking out from your shirt to the fat plush of your ass to the way you were desperately grinding against him for just a little more friction, he was entranced.

Unable to wait any longer, you release his neck with one hand and free his cock and heavy balls from the tight pants that shackled them.

Toji groans as you take him in your hand, carefully rubbing the purple knot on top of his dick. You hurriedly position your hips over the knot before he stops you, sweat trickling down his brow.

" 'Preciate the favor, honey but I'm in heat. Just keep grinding against me, I'll manage the rest."

You're equally unamused. Your mouth had been watering since you laid eyes on his cock and especially his heavy balls, overcome with the need to have them slapping against the wet heat of your core. You roll your eyes with a huff and let one of your hands play in the copious hair in his happy trail.

"I know Toji, I did my research."

"Huh. Alright, baby, you know what to do."

He shakes his head in disbelief as his hand snakes down, helping you adjust onto his length.

“Ah..hngh..” Toji’s voice was still raspy from your fight but his moans jolted throughout your body, making his length slide into you inch by inch.

It was all too much but you couldn't bear to run from his dick, clenching around his length every time his thrust pulled away from your sweet spot.

"F-fuck, Tojii" You borderline mewled at him, overwhelmed from pleasure and the feeling of being so full.

Overstimulated from the wet heat of your hole and your beautiful voice crying out for him, Toji lunges forward. He immediately grabs onto your waist, setting a brutal pace that left both of you with tears on your lashes.

Your hands automatically run through the hair on his head and the fur on his back.

"So soft..." You mutter, voice cracking slightly.

Hearing your words, Toji drops his head to leave hot kisses along your neck, collarbone, anywhere he could get his lips on fast enough. As he thrusted, he began leaving deep hickeys all over your chest.

"All mine, aren't you?" Toji muttered.

You squeeze your eyes shut and moan quietly, unable to think of a coherent response. He grins against the sharp bone of your jaw, angling himself to hit that spongy pleasure spot in your core.

"Yeah, all mine, heh." He presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek and you smile, giddy with pleasure.

You paw at him as you feel your orgasm coming up, rolling like a wave out to shore.

Almost like he can read your mind, Toji gently pushes your body over with you on the forest floor and him on top. You hear the sound of twigs snapping as he re-enters your hole, pushing up into your overstimulated body at a rapid pace.

You claw at him desperately, crooning at him softly, "Please, baby, I need you. Please, I need it inside, I want to stay with you".

With a loud groan, Toji kisses you.

It's sloppy, spit and sweat falling into both of your mouths but you wouldn't have it any other way. His tongue prods into your mouth and you bite it playfully. With his tongue working your mouth open and his cock splitting you below, you feel your orgasm crash into you. You moan into Toji's welcoming mouth as your fluids gush, coating both of your crotches in white sticky cum.

Despite his own orgasm seconds from crashing into him, Toji pulls away to check on you, gasping and kissing the surface of your face.

"You still wanna do this, baby?"

You crack an eye open, still coming down from your high.

"Fill me up, Toji, please. Don't you want to cum in me?"

He chuckles, playfully biting your lips as you pout. "Whatever you want, baby." He pulls away, exposing his pretty canines.

"You're gonna be stuck here for a while, pretty girl."

Cum trickles down the side of your legs from your previous orgasm when the fat curve of his cock enters you once again. Aided by the frothy liquids of your orgasm, his balls slap against you as Toji finds your g-spot over and over again.

"H-hah, pretty girl, I-I'm close, if you don't want my knot you have to-ugh, tell me now-ah!" Toji stumbles over his words as you bring his head down to your chest, distracted by the sweet scent of your sweat and cum all around his sense.

"Baby, I already told you, yes-oh!" You can't help but yelp as Toji snarls and bites down on your collarbone, sure to leave a deep purple hickey come tomorrow morning.

An animalistic growl from him leaves you tingling and grabbing at him again, halfway to your second orgasm. You sigh in pleasure, "Right there, just keep going, Toji."

You hear an annoyed huff before an electrifying jolt hits you from your chest. Your back arches immediately as you realize that Toji just pinched your sensitive nipples before laving them with his tongue.

You tug his hair back and Toji pulls off with ease, never stopping his thrusts. Although difficult to tell on his mixed canine feature, his pout deepens.

"Call me baby again."

You grin and raise a brow. "Say please."

Toji's eyebrows furrow before dropping his head to rest in the crook of your neck, thrusts getting more erratic as he gets closer to his orgasm.

His balls hurt too hard for this conversation. Toji could feel his orgasm approaching soon, his cock weeping with precum every time he pulled away from your core.

Not to mention, he feels like he's going crazy with the idea of letting his knot expand in you. Would it make you thrash and moan with pleasure? Would you give him that sickly sweet smile that made his balls ache? Would it make you cum again, completely untouched?

Toji groaned pathetically at that last thought before bringing his gaze back up to your twinkling eyes. If this was the last night he ever had, this would be the perfect view to die for, Toji reckoned. He leaves a playful bite on your shoulder before giving you exactly what you want, his voice low and leering.

"Please, pretty girl."

"That's all I wanted, baby, thank you baby." You coo back almost immediately.

His dark eyes roll back in pleasure as you squeeze around his length, your spit and cum merged into a milky river of slick around the base of his thick cock, overstimulating him beyond reason with every thrust.

You see his jaw grow slack and decide to give him the same orgasmic treatment as you. Bringing him in close by his neck, you kiss him desperately as his orgasm washes over him. You feel his warm cum spurt inside you for what feels like forever, the excess leaking out of your hole, down his balls. and into the dirt below you two.

It takes a minute for Toji to calm himself before you feel something expand inside your core. Alarmed, you grab onto Toji and look at him. Your worries are eased as he looks at you like a puppy that got a treat: enamored and innocent despite his monstrous size. His voice is low but you detect an annoying teasing lilt in his tone.

"Yeah, honey? Don't tell me you don't like it, you're gonna hurt my feelings, sweet girl..." Toji croons into your ear, echoing your taunts from earlier.

You moan brokenly in response, nails digging into his broad shoulders. The knot, although overwhelming, feels delicious. As it stretches your core, the bulbous nature of it prods gently against your g-spot. Dizzy from the pleasure and Toji's dirty voice right against your ear, you orgasm loudly; squirting cum all over Toji's muscled abs, covering them in a sheen of sweat and cum.

"That's it baby, you did so good. My girl did so good," Toji reassures in your ear as you come down from your second orgasm.

You smile earnestly as you tease him. "Your girl? Moving a little fast now, aren't we?"

Toji's smile drops into a deadpan frown.

"Fine, if you can get my dick out of you, you don't have to be my girl."

You slap his chest lightly with a huff. "Okay, relax. Touchy."

He was right though, the knot had adjusted to your orgasm and was comfortably stuck in your core. It would be a few hours until it would go flaccid enough to take out gently. You shrug and wrap your arms around his bare shoulders, hiding from the cold autumnal air.

"Toji?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"Round two?"

"Yeah, fuck it, why not."

[marigold-hills]

Dunes & Waters, part 25

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Sirius shows no response – no reaction. None at all.

“A werewolf,” Remus clarifies, hating how the word feels in his mouth and pushing it out by force.

Sirius pulls the remaining clothes out of the suitcase. picks it up, slides it underneath the bed again.

It’s… senseless. He shouldn’t be standing there, like nothing has changed. Remus knows how this conversation goes because he’s had it – not many times but he’s had it and there’s always something.

He waits for the something. Sirius meets his eye. It’s as clear an eye contact as he always gives.

“You already knew.”

“I did.”

“How?”

Sirius sits down on the bed and with silver-free hands grabs onto Remus, pulls him down too.

“I had my suspicions,” he’s slow to speak, like Remus is a trapped animal, “not straight away, I’m ashamed to say.  But you went away and came back almost in pieces, and really, I should have known it then.”

(Hands on Remus’ hands, fingers between fingers, skin warm, touch soothing.)

“When, then?”

Sirius laughs, and it’s not what it usually is. A bit quiet, a bit subdued. No less honest. “James told me.”

“Potter?”

“They’ve looked you up. I’m sorry, Remus,” he says like he knows how much of a violation it is, “when I wrote him about you he wanted to make sure I was safe. In good hands.”

When Remus laughs it’s mirthless. “And he found you with a monster instead.”

Sirius let’s go of his hand, runs careful, soft fingers up the length of his arm. Brings up the sleeve of his shirt (always long. Always hidden.), pushes it up past the elbow.

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Traces it like it’s a wound not a brand. Remus hasn’t been touched softly since his mother died. Even then, nobody ever touched that. It’s too much in the sweetest way, like a new brand building over the old one, like Sirius could erase the ink below his skin.

“You’re not a monster, Remus. You’ve never hurt anyone.”

“How could you know?”

“Because I know you. You wouldn’t,” he grimaces, puts a thumb across the A and presses there like searching for a pulse point. “And we both know what they do to werewolves who do. You wouldn’t be here.”

It’s difficult to acknowledge. Remus waits for the other side of the conversation. For the rejection and the hate and the fear. He sits, and waits, and it doesn’t come.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Remus’ voice is so weak he’s not sure he really asks.

“Wanted you to come to me yourself,” a swipe of a thumb over the letters, “give you time to trust me with it. Didn’t expect to have my hand forced like this,” he gestures at the suitcase under the bed and at the way Remus still sits tight, hunched in on himself.

He makes a conscious effort to relax. Into the bed and into the touch. Sirius must notice because he smiles and it’s so beautiful all Remus can think is I almost lost this. I don’t even have it, and I could have lost it.

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[darkphoenix07]

Elixir of 🕸️Death (J.W)

A vampire series by @darkphoenix07

Mental health request

Masterlist

Paring : Wooyoung x Reader

Genre : Dark Romance, Fantasy, Tragedy

Song suggestion 🎶 : Listen before I go by Billie Eilish, House of cards ♠️ by BTS.

Warning ⚠️ : Mentions of blood, Violence, Degradation, Death, Mention of suicide.

Synopsis : When the girl who doesn't have any will to live meets the demon whose only wish to slaughter humans.

"How will it help me if I drain your blood right now when I can use you anyway I want to?"

- Jung Wooyoung

🍷 "To the people who craves comfort and a single reason to keep themselves alive" 🍷

"There lived my beloved

Weeping for some love

Chasing delicate poisons

To keep her soul alive"

Staring at the ripples, the only thing that comes in your mind is, "If you jump here, how long it will take for you to lose your senses at a point that you won't feel that you've stopped breathing."

Death has always fascinated you. Not only because you were drawn to it through the circumstances of your life. It was because the times you were standing in front of the death valley and how it felt when you were there. They were the only times you felt free, you didn't have any sort of thoughts that would break you or you didn't think of giving someone any explanation.

Unfortunately, you were saved each time by someone which has started to patrify you nowadays.

At a time, you started to feel like you were doing fine. You were thinking that you are alive that was enough for everyone. Like you, others were grateful for you not giving up on your life. But in the end of the day, people got tired of your existence, the way you behaved, the sentences you spoke. It all became a havoc for them, you and your breath.

You relentlessly keep walking by the river through the forest. People call it Red Forest because they think someone ominous lives here and eats people alive. They call that person demon, vampire, werewolf, siren and many more. Because no one knows what it is living here for centuries and no one comes back from this forest alive.

You thought a multiple times that if you end up going back home alive after wondering around here, you'll give up on dying thinking that even God doesn't want to take you back to Him. So, it will only be fair to stop pushing yourself.

Even the moon is hiding from you tonight and there are no animas around. It feels like you are in an empty arena filled with old trees and the river alongside. The cold breeze are now running through your veins. You think if that demon doesn't kill you tonight, the heavy winds may as you are shivering to death.

Your pale blue short dress with love shape front and long sleeves is not enough to keep you warm. You intensionally left your overcoat home but maybe it was too much brutal for you as well.

As you walk a little further, you notice an old mansion with black woods. There was no light inside, you thought but something about the house started to pull you closer.

Maybe the sweet delicate smell of old woods or maybe the little fireflies around the windows wanting some shelter inside. You gotta say that the house was creepy yet the decorations were lively.

You stand in front of the door and knock on the door with your knuckles not finding any bell to ring. Maybe hoping for some horror to find you and filing your wishes.

The town you live in is called "Melanite." The houses here are old and because of this forest there are no developments in here. So you thought this house was one of them and maybe no one lives here.

But someone opens the door leaving you slightly shocked.

His red eyes glimmered in the dark but you couldn't see him properly only his black attire. A sleeveless shimmery shirt and some ribbon around his throat. His pants are loose around his ankles and hiding his boots underneath.

"What do you want?"

His voice is raspy and vouge. It takes you a minute to understand what he asked.

"I am-"

Before you can utter another word, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into the mansion. Closing his door by your back, he pins your hand behind your waist. Your instincts made you close your eyes but when you start feeling his cold breathe on your face, you look into those glimmering eyes staring into yours.

He is twisting your hand behind your back but all you can see is his beautiful shaped face. How perfectly sharped his jawline is, how beautiful his pale skin looks and his terrifying eyes, they look like crimson crystals or drop of blood you can't decide.

"Are you here to unalive me, Ms? How foolish of them to send a pretty woman in front of my door thinking I will be hypnotized. But they don't know I've seen thousands of beauties like you, drained their blood with my own fangs and ripped them apart one by one."

You thought he is going to say something more but you staring at him like you have seen the most beautiful thing on the earth caught him off guard.

He leaves your hand and crosses his hands around his chest, "Who sent you this time?"

"I came here alone," you tell him the truth but he doesn't believe a word you say. Instead he thumps his hands beside you and stops inches away from you.

"Don't lie to me. There are people outside, right?" He asks you again and this time you smile.

"Tell me if these are lenses or you are a real monster?" You ask him again catching him off guard by your words.

"Lenses? What kind of weapon are they? You think I need weapons?" He says and you smile again shaking your head.

"So you are a monster, you are not playing dumb. I'm glad to know they exist."

"You better tell me who are you or I'll drain you right n-"

"Are you afraid of humans?" You cross your hands this time throwing him the question.

"How dare you ask me that? Why would I be afraid of some puny species!"

He backs off of you like he felt wronged by your question and you start to chuckle.

"Are you really alone?" He asks you making you stop chuckling.

You look at him then through the window of the dark living room, "You have no idea."

You don't hear anything from him for a while until he opens the door, looks around and again closes it, "I smell no human."

"I am glad," you reply sarcastically but he doesn't catch it.

"Why are you glad? Are they inside my home?" He asks you starting to look around.

"NO!" You almost scream in frustration.

"Then how did you find this place?" He asks you calmly this time.

You thought if there is something to explain or you should straight up tell him what you really want.

Then, "You are a vampire, ha? That was supposed to be a myth but you are truly real," you don't know why your words sound very lame to you.

But he took it nicely, "As you can see, I am. I am not the only one, there are more hidden among humans too."

It gives you shiver but you forget about it as soon as you remember what is the reason you came here for.

"I want you to do something for me."

"Are you ordering me?" His voice become hoarse than before. It's so vivid whenever he is mad.

You look down and start to play with your nails as you speak up, "I want to give you all of my blood right now."

"What? Did you mix anything in your blood? Is that what you were pl-"

"No, I just... I don't want to live anymore. I have been searching an easy way to do so but I couldn't. I failed too many times and I am tired. I can't do it myself anymore," you sounded pathetic but that's just how you are.

"You want me to drain you? You look already pale," you look at him hearing concern in his voice.

You have always been an empath and it helped you understanding everyone so well yet you never knew that a vampire could feel anything let alone concern.

"I just want you to drain me enough that I die. You'll get some blood and I'll get what I want," you tell him all these like you are doing some business deal.

The way he looked at you told you otherwise, "I am hungry. I haven't had blood for two months. If I really start, I wouldn't be able to stop."

"I don't want you to stop."

"Do you realize how pathetic you sound right now? Don't you have any value of your life?"

"If I had, I wouldn't come here knowing a monster lives here."

"I can turn you if you want to. You can l-"

"Did I say I want to live forever? I said I don't want to live a second so for God's sake kill me!"

Your knees starts trembling with your lips. You start feeling numb by the coldness you feel on your skin. You tried getting better being a person but you ended up hurting people, making a massacre. You tried to find any single reason for you to live but you only see yourself as a worst kind of omen.

"Alright then," you hear him say and feel him moving through the cold winter wind, coming in front of you.

You know, you couldn't run away now. Your legs have already given up on you.

But the thing is, you don't want to run away.

You flinch when you feel his index finger on your chin lifting your face up, "A birdy has come to my cage willingly tonight," he starts walking forward and you start walking backwards hearing his words.

"Do you think I will kill her just like that?" He smirks and one of his fangs shows up.

You can't hear anything without your own heartbeat. Even the wind is silent. You want to take a deep breath but it feels like something is stuck in your throat.

"Look I just want to die. I d-"

"I want to keep you safe for my long time meal. Killing you with one go won't give me fun," he grabs your chin and pull your face closer to his as he bends over you.

"I will feed you and kill you everyday. Because blood doesn't taste good when you don't have any fear in your veins."

Suggest me songs you may think can be suitable for this series. *Wink* *wink*

Chapter 2 ( Drain or Drown )

Chapter 3 ( Death Deal )

Chapter 4 ( Bloody Comfort)

[darklyndivinely]

things we don't acknowledge (they matter so very much)

Characters: Lucifer, Satan

Warnings: Alcohol/drug use. Fluff, angst.

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It’s one of the many things they don’t talk about.

Akin to the inconvenient perch of the trash can underneath his desk. Pushed deep into the corner because Lucifer likes space to stretch his legs, which means that whenever he wants to discard something he must push back his chair and stretch a hand beneath to do so.

Yet there it stands, as it has for years now—conveniently out of his space, inconveniently out of reach—because it is familiar and habitual and it makes him take a break and glance a look at the time.

He could do something about it.

But he doesn't.

He could do something about the link too.

But Satan doesn't bring it up.

So that way it remains: a reminder of their true relationship, a connection between them that bridges any and all psychological and emotional barriers.

If you don't acknowledge or give recognition to something, it's easy to fool yourself into believing that it doesn't exist.

Perhaps it's better that way.

The can of dead worms that feast on your innards can stay there. 

This way they never spill and make a mess.

It's late at night when it happens. His study is lit with candles and moonshine. His laptop sits open and humming, the copy of the conjugated annual report from the circles of hell flipped open beneath him.

Like a breeze through a crack in the windowpane, it flows through him. Gentle. Unfrenzied. It stills the black pen in his hand and pushes a soft exhale out of his lips. He raises the half-empty glass of long-gone-lukewarm Demonus to his lips and reclines, pressing the base of his skull against the unforgiving wood of his chair. The clock above ticks gently with the crackle of the hearth and the low buzz of his laptop. It takes a solid minute to give name to the tender emotion that is not his own, filtered and subdued as it is through the mental link.

It's half past twelve. He's not even halfway done with uploading the report manually to their online cloud databases. There's a stiffness to his fingers that doesn't completely leave even when he cracks all the joints.

Fuck it, he thinks and gets up. He saves his progress and shuts the laptop. A wave of his hand plunges the room into darkness. Lucifer plucks from his liquor cabinet a bottle of Gold Demonus 100 and leaves, discarding with glasses and perfection for tonight.

He moves idly, ditching his power walk for stealth as he navigates the darkened library to the hallway and out. The air is crisp; it ruffles his bangs gently into his eyes and soothes the exposed skin of his face and neck. He hadn't realised how stuffy his study had gotten until he undoes another button of his shirt and feels the cool wind air through the fabric. Caressing the chipped stone of the gargoyles at the entrance with ungloved hands, he descends the steps and walks around the house.

The glass dome of the greenhouse is lit with soft white in the distance, trapped moonlight bouncing around inside to enrich the flora with faster growth. A spot of orange flares to the right, low on the ground, before fading. He makes his way there.

Satan doesn't turn as Lucifer drops down beside him on the perfectly trimmed grass, pants bunched above the knee to ease the strain on the fabric. The fourth-born’s only in his green cashmere sweater, sleeves pushed up to the elbows, an arm behind him supporting his straightened posture. He wordlessly extends the blunt in his hand and accepts the bottle in exchange.

The first drag is always Lucifer’s favourite—the deepest, the most pleasurable. The effect is instantaneous: the shaking off of stress, the loosening of the coil in his sternum. He releases the smoke with a deep exhale; and watches as it swirls and rises, becoming indistinguishable for a moment in the looming shadow of the moon before being swallowed by the night breeze.

There’s a distinct pop as Satan pulls the cork with his teeth. He sets it beside his D.D.D. in the grass and takes a deep swig from the bottle, citrus eyes slipping close to savour the smooth tobacco-tinged alcohol. A slight twitch at the corner of his lips is the only indication that he appreciates the quality of Lucifer’s pick.

They don’t talk.

Somehow it feels like words might sully this night.

Warp and distort the calm that is rare as sunlight here—a perfect stroke of the brush, a flawless rendition in the first attempt.

Lucifer doesn’t give voice to the loneliness he’d felt through their shared link that had brought him here. 

Satan doesn’t mention the bags beneath Lucifer’s eyes that are surely visible even in such darkness. 

For a few stolen moments, they forget the world beyond the night sky and their shared blunt and bottle.

Neither of them acknowledges the fact that they are supposed to despise each other.

Or that both hope that a night like this happens again, soon.

[anonymouspuzzler]

ok back to your regularly scheduled Lobotos. featuring design notes, parenthood speculation, and some primo Crossover Content slash preview of some more shit you're gonna be seeing in this queue real soon

(alt text/image IDs under the cut!)

[Image 1 ID: A design sketch of Loboto standing upright with a neutral expression, wearing only black boxer shorts, missing his prosthetic arm and shower cap. His left arm is sticking straight out in a t-pose. There is a detail shot of his head in profile to the side. Next to him are design notes reading: - about 1 head taller than Sasha/Milla, nearly 2x coach - stick build, but with tummy; legs taper out at ankles - numerous stitches on head, sloppy stitches on arm stump, scar on side (stolen kidney), throw misc injuries (scars, burns etc.) where appropriate - sparse body hair; hair on head is in uneven chunks (growing unevenly around scar tissue) - avoid making feet too long, they're actually pretty tiny - extremely minimal chin; profile should always look slouched at neck/shoulders]

[Image 2 ID: An additional design sketch based on the previous image, showing how the shower cap and prosthetic layer on top of Loboto's body type; the glove on his left arm and a pair of torn-up jeans have been drawn in as well. Next to him are design notes reading: - prosthetic slightly out of proportion with real arm, a little too short - harness tightens at shoulder, possibly buckles for straps underneath, release at end of sleeve where wooden arm starts? (built to stay on tight, not for easy removal; muted pain response minimizes discomfort) - forearm & hand is fully just a pepper grinder with thin claws (leave deliberately unclear how it moves; unconscious TK?) - in close-up make bolts & stitches uneven and sloppy; done one-handed, no finesse, poss. w/non dominant hand - 3 cap patches, far left, small far right, one at top/back; covers most hair & scars - pants should always be a little too short unless implied to be specially tailored; he's too dang tall for fast fashion - all "his" clothes should be worn out, torn up, poorly/not repaired; intact clothes should be visibly stolen slash "borrowed"]

[Image 3 ID: Three drawovers of the Loboto design from the first image, showing him in different sets of clothing, labeled "alt outfit samples". The top option shows him in a baggy t-shirt that hangs off his shoulders and only reaches midway down his stomach, and drawstring-tied shorts that are baggy at the legs, cinched extremely tight at the waist, and barely cover his boxers; this set is labeled "coach". The rightmost option shows him in a bulky turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up, over which is a long sleeveless dress; this set is labeled "sasha & milla". The final, bottom-and-leftmost option shows him in his usual boots and torn-up jeans, as well as a better-fitting turtleneck with only the sleeve on his prosthetic rolled up, and an apron reaching mid-thigh with the Psychonauts logo on the top-left corner; this set is labeled "uniform".]

[Image 4-5 IDs: A two-panel black-and-white comic showcasing Puzz thinking through Loboto design options. A doodle of Puzz, wearing a t-shirt and overalls and looking thoughtful, thinks "I wonder... what IS the best way to stylize Loboto with his eyes closed?" There are three drawings of Loboto's head with his jaw hanging slightly open as he snores. In the first, there are half-moon shapes drawn in his lenses to imply closed eyes, labeled "just shaping the eye part is simple, but do you lose the 'lens' feel...?" The second shows him with his eyes looking completely normal, labeled "is it funnier if his eyes always look open?" The third shows half-moon eyes and the lens frames shaped to match, labeled "you COULD squash and stretch the lenses but that reads like eyebrows..." The second panel, labeled "SOLUTION:" in bold text, shows Loboto lying in bed asleep with his prosthetic removed and left hand draped over his chest, snoring. Rather than any of the previous eye options, he's just wearing a quilted sleep mask over his eyes, with the shape of the lenses visibly bulging underneath.]

[Image 6 ID: A two-panel comic of Loboto and Oleander, asleep next to each other in bed. Loboto is wearing a baggy t-shirt and has his prosthetic off, his left arm behind his head under the pillow, his head tilted to one side. Oleander is to his left, right arm behind him under the pillow, left arm crossed over his chest. The second panel shows Loboto's eye lenses suddenly lighting up with an audible "CLICK.", making Oleander jolt awake.]

[Image 7 ID: A real photo of a sculpted molar on a chain hanging from a big round business sign-frame, which previously made the rounds on Twitter. Drawn on top is Loboto, beaming and holding a nervous Raz over his head, shouting "RAZ GET THE TOOTH".]

[Image 8 ID: A drawing of Loboto reaching up rapturously towards a photo of a calzone. I can't explain this one.]

[Image 9 ID: A drawing of a shirtless Loboto, wearing his shower cap but not his prosthetic, sitting up sleepily in a pile of pillows. He is covered from the waist down by a thick blanket with a wavy pattern.]

[Image 10 ID: A black and white drawing of Loboto, grinning and giving a thumbs-up at the camera with his left hand, and the G-Man from Half-Life, smirking at the camera and holding his left arm at his side, shaking hands. I can't really explain this one either.]

[Image 11 ID (MAJOR PSYCHONAUTS 2 SPOILERS IN DESCRIPTION): A four-panel comic of Loboto. In the first, he is grinning nervously, left hand on his hip and right prosthetic arm gesturing vaguely, saying "Sorry, kid, can't tell ya aaanything 'bout this job"; in the background, roughly where he's gesturing, is a figment of Truman's brain case on a shelf. In the second panel, his grin has grown even more anxious, and he is shrugging up towards a lamp that resembles Gristol's crown, saying "Yeah, just. Nothin' I can say 'bout my boss." The third shows him standing on a representation of the swirling pattern outside the Astralathe, gesturing broadly with a very anxious expression, under an even larger crown-lamp and surrounded by framed posters with various telling images (an egg in a basket, the mobster tooth fairy, Maligula's eyes, a box with an arrow pointing inside, a skull with crossed-out eyes) and text ("SHHHH", "NOT YOUR REAL DAD", "HELP", "VISIT DROWNED GRULOVIA", "THEY HAVE MY KID'S ADDRESS"). Loboto, frantic, screams "LOOK AT ME HERE SAYING NOTHING *OUT LOUD* ABOUT MY BOSS". The final panel shows a confused Raz and frustrated Sasha standing nearby, both in their suits, Sasha smoking a cigarette and saying, "He's giving us nothing". Loboto, collapsed in an anguished heap on the floor, whimpers, "I'm going to die here."]

[Image 12 ID: A black-and-white drawing of Loboto, grinning and giving two thumbs-up, wearing a crop-top t-shirt reading "WORLD'S LEAST-ISH ARRESTED DAD".]

[Image 13 ID: A black-and-white drawing of Loboto leaning out of the window of a beat-up, welded-together franken-car, smiling widely and waving with his prosthetic arm. There is smoke emitting from the back, a vanity plate reading "T33TH80", and bumper stickers reading "HONK IF U HAVE TEETH" and "MY CHILD IS AN HONOR STUDENT". Standing behind the car, slouched-over and holding a suitcase in his left hand, is Dart.]

[Image 14 ID: A black-and-white drawing of Loboto speaking into a phone held in his left hand, twirling the cord in one of the fingers of his prosthetic. He says into the receiver, "Heyyy, kiddo, it's dad. Listen, you know cool pre-teen slang, don't you? Can you explain 'cringe' to me real quick? I gotta figure out if I'm being flirted with or insulted or both."]

[Image 15 ID: A sketchy black-and-white drawing of Loboto speaking on a phone, sitting backwards in a wooden chair. The phone cradle is sitting on the floor, and the cord is tangled in the fingers of Loboto's prosthetic, which is hanging over the back of the chair. He glares at the receiver and says, "Look, I know the brain's still in his head, but you didn't *specify* it had to be *removed* in the contract, so I say you owe me that bonus! C'mon, work with me here! My kid wants to go to band camp!" Phoebe, sitting in a beanbag to the left of him listening to a walkman, looks up disdainfully and corrects, "I said I wanted my tracks *on* Bandcamp, dad."]

[Image 16 ID: A black-and-white illustration of Phoebe sitting at a drumset, with Loboto lying on the floor in front of it, reading a dentistry book, head leaning against the bass drum. Phoebe is holding a drumstick in each hand and glaring down at the set, steam coming out of her ears, saying, "Ooough...!! This stupid solo's getting me so steamed!!!" Loboto replies, "Mmm, steam's fine, but no fire, sweetie, all right? Remember the hospital blocked daddy's number."]

[Image 17-18 IDs: A two-panel comic of Loboto and Phoebe. In the first, Loboto is kneeling on the ground hugging Phoebe tightly, shoulders shaking and a tear leaking out of his eye. Phoebe, dangling slightly even with Loboto crouching, grabbing at his arm with one hand, groans, "Daaaaad you're so *embarrassing*." The second panel shows Loboto, now standing with Phoebe hanging limply in his arms and looking back at him with mild irritation, staring dumbfounded at a wrecked, burning car. The speech balloons read: Loboto: "This isn't one of yours is it sweetie" Phoebe: "No one can prove anything" Loboto: "okay it's just daddy's car is still three towns over and we were gonna get a ride home from daddy's boyfriend in this car" Phoebe: "your *what,*"]

[Image 19 ID: A black-and-white illustration of Dr. Habit from Smile for Me and Loboto having an animated conversation. Puzz's anxious yet furious face is barely peeking into frame from the very bottom of the image.]

[Image 20 ID: A black-and-white illustration featuring Loboto and Phoebe alongside Habit, Putunia and Kamal from Smile for Me. Phoebe, grinning mischievously, is using pyrokinesis to light Putunia's boxing glove on fire, to her visible delight. Habit has gone into a panicked crouch at the sight, while Loboto, looking over a jar of teeth, looks over in mild surprise. Kamal is running up holding a fire extinguisher from the other side of the screen, motion-blurred and screaming.]

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

do you have any more thoughts about your stevebucky werewolf au? i love it very much, it holds a very special place in my heart ❤️

Original werewolf Steve

Follow up werewolf Steve

Aw, thank you! ❤️

I was having trouble thinking about what more I could add to this alternative universe that wouldn't be redundant because werewolf puppy Steve scrambles my brain so hard.

If anyone brings him up, suddenly I don't know anything. There are no words but lots of in-my-pants feelings. Nothing but big, fat, dumb puppy Steve that crawls on all-fours with his belly dragging on the ground for as long as he's still able to wobble forward. Still mobile. And even when he can move…

He's too big.

That belly is blubbery and thick and heavy. It leaves his back arching deeply. Bloated full of enough meat to satiate the ravenous wolf inside him along and bloated full of sloshy alcohol because the wolf inside Steve is obsessive, relentless, and it's been trained to crave, to ache for enough alcohol to drown in.

BUT inspiration struck ✨️✨️✨️

And as I was thinking about Steve, blubbery and wobbling, I had a new thought that scrambled my fragile little brain.

What happens when Steve fattens up from the monthly gorges?

I-

*gulp*

I have some ideas.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink nonsense. Warnings for stuffing, weight gain, mobility issues, immobility, animal play (werewolf/puppy), etc.

Eventually, with month after month of gorges under the light of the full moon and the eyes of his indulgent lover, Steve begins to blow. up. His wolf form and his human form. Both go through rapid transformations that have nothing to do with the moon's cycle.

Steve's wolf form: his lean, all-muscle, powerful frame blooms into the body of a soft, excessive, lazy housepet. He's more of a puppy than a wolf than ever before. He gets softer and softer until even when he's bloated beyond belief with food and alcohol - taut and flushed red under his fur - his belly fits in with the rest of his frame. He starts to look fat all the time in wolf form. Bloated or not. It's unmistakable. It's not just a belly that looks like it's fake, sticking out. His legs don't ripple with muscle. Instead, they jiggle with fat. His belly hangs hugely underneath his swollen chest and forces his legs apart wider, altering how he prowls. He lumbers. It's much less intimidating and much hotter. Clumsy and uncoordinated because his hunger is so out of control. His spine is buried by not only his thick fur but his new blubber as well. Nowhere on his body is immune to the weight he packs on. His muzzle even fills out. Bucky didn't know wolves could get fat faces! His puppy-wolf has a chubby face. So cute.

Steve's human form: his lean, all-muscle, powerful frame becomes buried under layers and layers of fat. His human form fattens much faster than his wolf form; somehow, the wolf has a faster metabolism than Steve's serum-fast metabolism. His chin doubles sweetly, and his cheekbones go from model-sharp to biscuit-dough soft. Those broad shoulders round out with fat. His biceps look even fucking bigger than usual - pillowy, not hard - and strain all of his shirt sleeves, no matter how fast he sizes up, he just can't keep up. He's growing too big too quickly. Plumping up. His chest swells and swells from masculine and hard to swollen and flabby. He doesn't have pecs, he has tits. "Worst" of all, his belly explodes out. Despite how soft his gut gets, it retains the most mouth-watering round shape. It's a perfect dome. The tight, pale surface of the ball attached to him is only broken by the stretch of his belly button and his white, healed stretch marks. His ass is monstrous, as are his thighs. Jiggly. Pale. Big.

Big.

Steve gets bigger and bigger and bigger.

Until…

He's vast.

He is massive.

He is so fucking oversized and fattened that he struggles to move in his human form.

Steve is so fat that his gut and swollen tits weigh down on his plush thighs so heavily and seemingly overnight he can't, without Bucky's help, heave himself to standing. At that point, even with Bucky's help, by the time he gets to his feet, he's panting and sweating. Every breath makes him jiggle. He's red in the face and so hot. In more ways than one. All this insulation is hot and it's heavy, heavy on his cock. It's hot and humiliating. He used to run miles and miles without breaking a sweat, yet now he can't get from reclining on his fat, cushioned ass to his feet (which he hasn't been able to see for… a while) without panting and growing damp with sweat.

Oh, God.

What happened to him?

How did he get like this? 😫

How did he get like this? 🥵

He's never dreamed that he could overpower his body ever again. Not since the serum entered his veins. But. Here he is.

He's overcome his super muscles.

He's transformed his body again. He is huge.

Mammoth.

So fucking fat and soft and plush and-

So hungry.

He can't ever stop eating. He constantly has something in his mouth and much more inside his stomach. Filling him. Bloating him. Stuffing him. So fucking hungry.

It gets worse when Steve's in wolf form. His appetite increases exponentially. Steve can not control himself. He has to gorge. Feast. Glut. Devour. He feels absolutely starved in wolf form. He can't pack anything and everything into his hungry yet overfed maw fast enough. He can't swallow anything that ends up in front of his face for more than five seconds fast enough. He can't get enough.

No wonder he ballooned… 😮‍💨

But with all the fat that's piled up on his frame -

Steve can't move.

He's overpowered the serum in his veins and he's overpowered the wolf inside him.

All he can do, now that he's grown so fucking unbelievably massive, is lay on his bloated side and whimper. Desperate for food; desperate for prey to fill him deliciously.

Filling up is the only thing that stops him from complaining. It feels so good. Too bad he always needs more.

When Steve tries to roll over onto all-fours, needing so badly to hunt, he can't actually make it. He's too heavy. Too fat and clumsy. He can't get there.

Besides, if Bucky helps roll him onto all-fours, Steve can't go anywhere, anyway. He's all belly. His belly fills the space between him and the floor and more. On all fours in wolf form, he lays out on top of his gut, a little wolf attached to this obscene, huge belly.

His days of hunting are long behind him. The closest Steve gets to hunting these days are growling and snapping his teeth pathetically, non-threateningly at Bucky when Bucky teases him and doesn't push the end of the funnel straight into his mouth, instead dangling it just out of reach. What's he gonna do? He can't fucking move. He's all fat. Plush, wobbly fat. Bucky can do whatever he wants to his puppy. He can funnel endless amounts of beer and melted ice cream into him until he's lifted a few more inches off the floor from the inflation of his tanker gut. He can grab handfuls and handfuls of his fuzzy, jiggly fat. He can roll his puppy around if he likes. There are no hard edges left to his wolf. Only soft fat. Perfect to grope and admire.

Steve is a blimp. He's not a werewolf. He's pathetic. Perfectly shaped. He went from dragging his belly against the floor to his belly being the only thing resting on the floor. It's unbearably hot.

Bucky isn't sure how Steve could possibly get any bigger but… if he can, he will. Bucky will make sure he will. Human Steve and wolf Steve. Human Steve can still walk after all. That has to change, doesn't it? 😈

I hope you enjoyed ❤️

[zeptograms]

I drew this older Soren concept for Morality’s Last Recompense…..they aged normally + are married to Huxley. They’re also chilling in a rhizome. The moon charm bracelet is part of a set that they gifted Hux for his birthday too :-) (image description is under the readmore)

[ID: An older version of Soren, in front facing view. Their grey hair is in loose double braids, and they wear gold round glasses. Their facial scars have faded somewhat, and wrinkles can be seen as they smile. They wear a dark brown dress with a long sleeve black shirt underneath. The dress pattern is scattered grey dots, reminiscent of the night sky. They also wear plain black boots with lighter grey socks. One silver necklace holds Soren’s wedding ring, and the other necklace is gold with an abstract swirl on the disk. A crescent moon charm dangles off of their silver bracelet. End ID.]

[afterthegreatunknown]

Hello! 👋 What do u hc the clothing styles of the unfortunate gen kids as?/what sort of clothes do u think r their favourites? 🧥👔🧣

Unfortunate Gen Clothing's Styles/What Clothes They Wear Headcanons:

Violet: If she's not wearing her iconic dress (which either came from the 1950s or 1960s no one really knows) or her skirt (goes down to her knees, worn with white tights), she will be wearing purple in some way in her clothes (socks, shirt, jacket, etc). Violet also prefers to wear jeans and other durable material trousers with her blouses and shirts. The dress and skirt are the two exceptions.

Klaus: 100% dresses semi-formally. He likes bowties and regular ties, button vests (not sweater vest, thank you very much), chinos and dress pants and pleated pants, button-down shirts, and blazers. That's not to say Klaus doesn't have casual wear; he has a few windbreakers and jeans and regular short-sleeves shirt. He just won't be seen wearing those a lot in comparison.

Sunny: Haven't thought much on Sunny (given she is a baby throughout ASOUE), but I like to think as she grows up, she mainly wears casual clothes. Things like cargo pants, jeans, and shirts with graphics on them. Things that are loose on the body, but not too loose. Oh, that, and hair scrunches (yellow).

Duncan: Enjoys wearing wool/knit sweaters, as well as cardigans and sweater-vests (match with long button-downs) in cool weather a la early spring and fall. For warm spring and early summer weather, he wears striped short sleeves shirt or short button-down shirts, sometimes with a hoodie jacket with a zipper if it's on the colder side. For winter, he'll wear a strong windbreaker hoodie over whatever he's wearing. Regarding trousers, Duncan likes jeans, khakis, corduroys, and sweatpants (that last one is for home though).

Isadora: While she has wool/knit sweaters, she only wears them if it's a very cool/cold day that will remain cool/cold throughout. She mainly wears blouses with the puffy short sleeves, and sweatshirts with graphics on them. She's also the sort to wear double shirts; long-sleeve underneath and short-sleeve on top. On occasion, she will wear dress and skirts; Isadora prefers black dresses and skirts of any style and lengths. Most of the time, she wears Capri pants because she likes showing off her socks.

Quigley: Unlike his siblings, he wears rollnecks/turtlenecks. And unlike his siblings, he tends to cover up. He mainly wears long button-down shirts and sweatshirts, and if he has to wear a short-sleeve shirt, he'll wear a jacket over them. Trousers-wise, he wears sweatpants, jeans, drawstrings, and parachutes. When Quigley wears either his dress or skirt (the dress has long sleeves), he has to wear leggings with them. The only time he'll show his legs and arms is when at the beach because that would make him stand out a lot.

Carmelita. Mainly wears clothes of the color pink, white, and red especially pre-canon and in canon events. Her style here is poofy; she has to wear a poofy dress with ribbons or skirt, like a ballerina skirt (not tutu) or poodle skirt. She never wore pants until TPP. And in post-canon, Carmelita starts to wear more Capris and Pedal pushers (similar to Capris; they go higher up the lower calf), as well as wearing different colors (she got to change it up).

Fiona: Nautical Style Clothes(TM) is her main style. Anything that looks like it's something a sailor or navy person would wear or has a strong sailor/navy vibe to it (think sailor dresses, or the sailor blouse, or the most mainstream of them all, bell-bottoms), she has to get. Having live in a submarine all her life, Fiona finds herself wanting something that reminded her of her former home of the Queequeg. That said, she does has some non-Nautical clothes; overalls, jumper dresses, and rompers.

Friday: Having to wear only white on the Island, living on the mainland and seeing her options has Friday going over the moon with possibilities and combinations. Her main style in the first year in the Land of Districts is a colorful overalls (red, orange, or purple) or colorful denims (red, pink, sky blue), with a sweater (pastel colors usually) or sweatshirt with either her bright yellow or green sneakers.

Beatrice Baudelaire II: I also haven't given lot of thought for Bea II. I do like her wardrobe in Netflix ASOUE.The beret is something I really dig. I like to think she has more in different colors, like grey and white.

I hope you enjoy my surprisingly long answer, dear anon!

[doloresstarfish]

BROKE YOUR OWN HEART

(Can't Finish What You Start)

Remus Lupin & Original Male Character

cw: slight implied domestic abuse, angst, slow burn

Summary

CHAPTER O3

       When Remus woke up the next morning, Elliot's bed was empty.

        He had slept uninterrupted until 9am, so that made almost 13 hours of sleep, wich was crazy. But in his defense, he hadn't rested well enough since the full moon of a couple days ago, because of the stress about the internship and all, he barely closed an eye. So he let it slide. Besides, Elliot wasn't home, so it would be awkward to hang around the house without him there for so much time.

             Remus found a little note in Elliot's dresser, written in hasty, sloppy letters. "Late night shift. Be back 10". Okay, one hour of awkwardness. That wasn't so bad, right?

            He made his bed -mattress- and marched to the bathroom after finding another messy note. "Don't be lame. Take a shower". That one made him laugh. So after he did, he slipped some clothes on -not too librarian-y this time- and braced himself to get out of the room and greet the whole family.

          But when he did there was only Gia sitting in the armchair at the living room. She stopped reading her big book to look at him. "Hey... Rudolf, right?"

           "Uh, it's Remus, actually. Good morning"

           "Oh" they stood in an uncomfortable silence for a couple minutes. Remus sat on the couch, trying to act busy. Well, as busy as you can look while assesing the chipped paint on the walls.

           "Um, what are you reading?" He liked books, maybe that would be a nice conversation.

          "Some History book I got assigned" she answered, tucking a long braid behind her ear with hot pink painted nails.

         "Are you in summer school or something?" Remus asked, raising an impressed eyebrow. He remembered yesterday, when Elliot went into her room and told her not to study too hard. She shook her head.

          "I'm trying to get a scholarship at this fancy private school. They got a kickass Math program" she said, like that was the coolest thing in the world. "I have to know about the school's history or some shit" she winced, signaling to the book on her hands "Old white people are weird. No offense"

          "Non taken. Where is the rest of your family?" He asked, more to keep the conversation going than actual concern. Besides, Gia looked glad to take a break from the boring read.

          "Mom took Dominic with her to the store, Elliot's probably coming back from his shift at the bar right now and Lupe and Eric sleep as long as they can in summer"

           "What about your dad?" It was a cunning question to ask and Remus inmediately felt like an asshole after the young girl seemed to slightly flinch at his words.

             "Um, work trip. He'll be back this afternoon, probably" she answered quickly, going back to the book on her lap.

          Ten silent minutes later Elliot arrived home, wearing blue jeans and a worn down messenger bag on his shoulder.

           "Oh, hey. You sleep fine?" He directed to Remus after looking at him like he had almost forgotten he was there.

          "Yeah, thanks. Maybe a little too good. Just got up" he explained, making the other boy smile.

          Elliot didn't seem to care much about covering his arms anymore, now sporting a loose shirt with the sleeves chopped off. Maybe because Remus already knew what hid underneath, or perhaps it was because Remus was the outsider and Elliot could kick him out anytime he wanted if he did something out of his liking. And it was fucking hot outside. Yeah, that was probably it.

          "Want some breakfast?" Elliot asked, looking inside the mostly empty fridge.

          "Not really, I had like- three servings last night" Remus put a hand on his stomach, as to really probe how full he was.

          "As you wish. There's probably just stale cereal anyway" Remus laughed.

           "So..." Elliot leaned on the kitchen counter, arms crossed.

           "So"

           "No internship today?" Remus shook his head.

           "I start as a regular this monday. The last couple weeks I had to go was to meet some people, see how I adjusted to the way the office worked..." he explained.

          "Don't wanna pay you 'til next month, huh?" Elliot said, smiling knowingly and tilting his chin up a little. Remus cackled loudly, the type you let out when you hadn't expected to laugh anytime soon.

          If he was having this conversation with any of the Mauraders it would be very different. They would probably tell him how great it was to only have to go a few times a week, checking the place out and that he should take advantage of his last days of "freedom", no strings attached. It would be great if he hadn't actually been running errands for almost everyone in the office and working without pay for those "adjusting" first days.

          But Elliot wasn't part of the Mauraders. He lived in Jaywick and earned his own money since he was ten, took care of his family and knew how the real world worked. More than Remus, anyway.

          "Pretty much" Remus answered, still laughing softly.

          "Been there"

            Remus went in to say something, but the door opened and Marian came from outside, Dominic following close behind her. Elliot inmediately took some of the very few plastic bags she was holding and placed them on the kitchen counter.

          "Good morning!" She said, panting slightly at the long walk. The three of them greeted her in the same way "Look!" She pointed to the baby looking around the house and still standing on the doorstep.

          "He's walking!" Exclaimed Elliot after his little brother walked up steadily to him, arms streched to the boy, who took him happily in his arms.

          "Left him on the store's floor for a second and went straight for the Cocoa Puff's as soon as I turned around. Hasn't stopped walking since then. Well, 'til now" she said, looking fondly at her two sons while Elliot bounced him around and contratulated him "Had to get them" she said, taking the box of chocolate marbles out of one of the bags.

         "Good job, Dom! Go for the vodka next time, 'kay? I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" Elliot said when his mother slapped him playfully on the arm and sent him a stern look. Remus and Gia laughed.

         "You better be" she finished the conversation and going to put the groceries away.

          Elliot sat on the couch next to Remus, sighing loudly and closing his eyes while Dominic played with his long curls.

          "Tired from the shift?" Remus asked, looking at his friends puppy eyes and freckled covered button nose. Merlin, he was truly beatiful.

          "Six hours of sleep isn't that bad" Elliot said, turning his head to look at Remus. They stayed like that for a few seconds, like they finally had the time to study eachother.

          Maybe that was true for Elliot, but Remus has been watching him from a lot of time ago. Ever since the first months of third year, when Elliot and Lucas Servin -a really gnarly Sytherin boy- got into a passionate fight in the middle of Potion's, wich ended in the entirety of the ingredients shelf destroyed on the floor. That was the first time he noticed him, with a bruise forming on top of golden skin and another bruise.

          After that, no one in Hogwarts had Potion's Class for a whole week, since the professors had to replace everything. He remained a hero for the rest of the year, before everyone forgot about it.

          Besides that, the rest of the Mauraders never payed him much attention aside from the rare comment Sirius made about how 'rad' he seemed to be, with his cigarrettes and permanent too-cool-for-school demeanor. Elliot was the reason Sirius took up smoking in the first place -James kinda resented him for that-. But Remus liked it that way. It felt like Elliot was his underrated little secret, only a view for him to admire.

            Until that had to stop, anyway. The universe seemed to know that the little crush he had had only grown stronger by sixth year and that he intened to do nothing about it. So the universe decided to give the matter a little push. In the form of a socially clueless Sirius Black.

         Remus can still remember the day the long haired boy bursted open the door of their room while holding a bored looking Elliot from his wrist, screaming "He has muggle records!". Remus nearly choked on air at the sight. Partly because he was laying down in only his boxers when it happened. Marvelous for a first impression, really.

           After that, Elliot bonded with Sirius about music, leather jackets and the apparent admiration the other boy seemed to have for him (after spending more time with him neither could deny that Elliot was, indeed, the coolest out of them). But Remus and him always seemed to gravitate towards one another in a strange, nochalant way.

          "I was gonna hang out with some friends later. I can tell 'em to fuck off and we can do something together" Elliot was the one to break off the silence, but his eyes still fixed on Remus golden ones, who was the one to break eye contact. As nice as going out with Elliot sounded, being a burden to the boy was the worst thing that could happen to him. Remus didn't want Elliot to change anything of the way he lived just because he was there.

           "No. It's alright. I reckon I can find something to do" he answered quickly.

           "You can come with me" Elliot shrugged.

           Thank Merlin he didn't add "If you want" to that sentence, Remus thought.

            "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude" like he wasn't intruding enough already.

             "You won't. It'll be nice, you can meet my friends. You'll like 'em... I think. They're assholes but only with people they know" Remus laughed lightly and nodded at Elliot.

          "Alright. Sure"

          The rest of the day went by rather smoothly, Lupe and Eric woke up, they all had some lunch together and Elliot took a nap while Remus read 'A Room with a View' by his side. Soon it was time to meet the friends Elliot mentioned, so he changed into some old faded shirt and a pair of sport shorts, advising Remus to do the same, but shook him off saying that what he wearing was comfortable enough. Elliot had only looked at him up and down and said "Suit yourself".

            "Ma, we're going out" he said before opening the door.

           "But your father's coming today!" she answered.

           "Yeah, that's why we're going out" he said, lightheartidly.

           "Okay... be careful"

              They said their goodbyes and stepped outside, where a thin girl leaned on what was left of the torned down fence. She smiled at them.

           "Hey!" She waved as Elliot smiled back at her.

             The girl was absolutely beautiful, she had glowing skin, a pair of teal colored earings dangling from her ears and an afro so big it made her almost taller than Remus.

            "Hey, Mar. This 's Remus. Remus, this is Marcia" he pointed at him. The three of them started walking down the street.

             "Pleasure to meet you" Remus said, shaking her hand.

            "Woah, this must be the first person I shake hands with on this block" She joked, althought looking sincerly surprised, wich made Elliot snort "Where did you find such a cute, polite boy?" She directed to Elliot, who rolled his eyes at the blushing boy.

             "Boarding school. You coming with us?" He inquired, not leaving a second for her to say anything else. This was her turn to roll her eyes with faken annoyance.

            "Yup. Richie phoned me, said he wanted to spend as many time as he could with me before moving back to America" she kicked a pebble on the floor, grimacing slightly.

            "How you doing with that?" She shrugged.

            "As cracking as I can. I'll miss him but I believe trying long distance would be worse" Elliot nodded in understanding.

            The three of them enganged in some small talk after Mar said she would "get depressed" if they kept talking about it. She asked Remus about school and made jokes about how annoying Elliot was. She was nice, and it was funny seeing the curly haired boy pretend to be irritated by her antics. They were clearly comfortable with eachother, and Remus learned they became good friends after Elliot and his family moved to England, since she lived right next door.

          They got closer to the small basketball court where there were already a few boys running around. Elliot took off the moment they arrived and stole the faded orange ball from one of them, dodging exaggeratedly and finally throwing it inside the hoop. Show off, Remus thought.

          "Yo, I just got here and I'm aready kicking y'alls ass" he said jockingly, shit eating grin on his face.

          "Fuck you, man" one of them said, but he was also smiling widly. They started greeting eachother and Elliot introduced Remus to them.

            Mar went to give a shy kiss to a boy with short tight curls, who Remus supposed was Richie.

          "You wanna be on my team, Mar?" Elliot asked her, boucing the ball on the floor. "Ew" was all she said before going to sit down on one of the benches in the side of the court, making him snicker "Remus?"

          "Oh, no. I'm absolutely terrible. I'll just sit down with Marcia" he answered "Yeah, cheers, though" he said after Mike -a boy with a very strange mustache- politely asked him if he was sure.

           "Okay. More space for me to fuck y'all up, then" Elliot said, squating down to start the game.

           "You wish you could fuck me, Faye" was the last thing Remus heard before sitting down next to the girl, who pulled out a nail polisher from God knows where.

          "Elliot never told me he had friends from the boarding school" she told him without looking up from her hands.

          "We met properly last year. My mates pretty much stalked him everyday until he agreed to hang out with us"

            "That sounds like Elliot" they laughed lightly "I'm glad he met you, then. Doesn't seem so much against going back this summer. He always goes round and round about how much he hates all of that potions and charms stuff" Remus face paled.

          "You- You know about-?"

          "About the magic? Yeah" she said, shrugging like it was nothing "We went to some party on Christmas and got pissed, like- really pissed, and 'Lio wanted to smoke a fag but couldn't find his lighter, so he took this stick from his boot and lighted it. In front of bloody everyone!" she was laughing sterically while telling the story "He was lucky everyone was too fucked up to care. Except me, of course. I'm the only one who knows"

          "That's... an extremely careless and stupid thing to do"

          "Yeah, well, Elliot is extremely careless and stupid sometimes"

          Like if summoned, the boy trotted up to them while breathing heavily, wet curls already stuck to his sweaty forehead.

         "Jesus fuck, it's hot today" he said, more to just complain than to obtain a response. He pulled off his almost drenched shirt and throwed it to Mar's face, who grabbed it with the tip of her fingers and a disgusted grimace "Oops" Elliot faked, running away before the girl could throw a punch at him.

         "Ugh, he's disgusting"

         They kept talking while watching the boys play for a couple more hours until they were quite literally about to pass out from exhaustation. Mar had to get in 'Mum mode' and tell them to at least rest for a couple minutes, so they all sat near them, panting and passing a single bottle of water around. Elliot was sat on the floor next to Remus legs, resting his back on the bench. All they could hear for a couple minutes was eachothers heavy breathing, their lungs trying to get to normal.

          "Who's going to The Butcher with me tonight?" Asked 'Mouth' after a while, Remus almost didn't even understanding him by the accent and tired mumbling.

          That was something Remus noticed quickly, that the majority of the group had an American accent, foreign to him. Jay, Mar and himself being the only ones with a british one.

         Also, what the fuck was The Butcher?

           "Not me, man" said Richie, looking lovingly at Mar and grabbing her hand "I'm taking Mar to Lucille's" they all faked gagged at the smiling couple "Say whatever you want. There's a reason the ladies don't want any of you dogs" they boo'ed at his declaration and punched him in a friendly way from their places.

          Lucille's was the fanciest restaurant in Jaywick's perimeters. It wasn't expensive or anything, but they actually had tablecloths and served more than one option of pasta. That had to count for something, right?

          "Me either" said Mike "Rugby practice" they nodded, knowing that if he wanted to get that sports scholarship next year missing practice was off limits.

          "Jay?" The boy only shook his head sheepishly "Come on guys! None? What about you, Elliot? We are the only ones who participate, anyway"

            Elliot tensed. He rested his elbows on his knees, throwing a quick glance at Remus and trying to not look so obvious, but failing "I don't know, man"

          "What? You afraid white boy here getting heart burn?"

          Okay, they called him Mouth for a reason.

          "Shut up, Mouth" he scolded him trying to ignore the way Remus seemed to get a little uncomfortable and throwed a tiny piece of concrete at his head. Even Mike seemed to sense it, and shoved his shoulder.

          "It's double bets today, you can't miss that" he insisted, but Elliot still seemed unsure.

          "We'll go" said Remus, before Elliot had time to refuse the proposition. They all looked at him, suprised. It was obvious Elliot wanted to go -whatever The Butcher was- but was holding back because of Remus presence. Then again, all he wanted was to not be a burden. And maybe, just maybe, because Mouth's comment had pissed him off a little.

          It was getting dark already, the sun was just finishing hiding in the distance.

          "You sure?" Elliot asked him. He nodded surely "Okay, then. We'll go. But I should go pick up some clothes"

           "The Betting Pool starts in like- 15 minutes. We don't have time" said Mouth, checking his wrist watch.

           "You know they have a no shorts rule" Elliot directed to him.

           "I have a pair of extra jeans in my bag, I'll loan them to you" said Mike, unzipping the said bag and throwing the pair of pants to him.

           "You sure? I'll get 'em dirty"

           "Yeah, man. They're old, anyway"

          So Elliot stood up and pulled down his shorts right there and slipped the dark washed jeans easily. Mike was a lot bigger than him, Rugby and all, so they fit a little too loosly around his hips and legs. Remus thought he should start getting used to his friends lack of modesty and asked himself how could he look so good in anything he wore, baggy and all.

          "We should get going" said Mouth, getting up from the floor.

          Elliot, Mouth and Remus greeted the other boys and started walking down the street. Until Mar called for Elliot and pulled him apart.

          "You know I don't like you going to that place. And I'm sure your family doesn't fancy it any more than I do" she crossed her arms over her chest, stern but concerned look on her face.

          "Mouth's going too" he protested like a little boy who got denied to a sleepover.

          "Elliot, I don't give a bloody fuck what Mouth does. I worry about you"

          "Look, Mar. I aprecciate it, really, but don't worry, okay? It'll be fine, I always come back safe and sound" Elliot rested his hands on her shoulders reassuringly. He looked at her with his big puppy eyes until she gave up.

          "Fuck! Okay, just be careful. But I don't want to bloody see any teeth missing from your mouth tomorrow" Elliot laughed.

          "I promise, you'll see this beautiful smile again" he started walking backwards to meet Remus and Mouth again, talking loudier so she could hear him "Besides, it's the other guys you should be concerned about!" He smiled cockily, making her roll her eyes and fipping him while turning around to go to her boyfriend.

          "Ready?"

          "Yeah"

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Jujustu Kaisen OC

I was re-watching Jujutsu Kaisen and it sparked my creative braincells again, so here's a new oc

"Where flowers bloom, so does hope."

Name: Mayumi Fujisaki

Nicknames: Princess, Bunny, Petal (all by Megumi). Little Bunny, Thumper.

Age & Birthday: 15, April, 21, 2002

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Alignment: Neutral good

Habits:

Mayumi's nose twitches when something bothers her.

She taps her foot when she's nervous

Mayumi stress bakes and eats.

Mayumi sings in the shower

Whenever she sees something cute and not on a mission, she wanders off.

Blood type: A+

Mental condition: Healthy

Birthplace: Tokyo

Occupation: Student, Jujutsu Sorcerer

Grade: 2

Relationship status: Dating

Appearance: Mayumi has mid-length mauve hair tied into twin tails and fringe bangs, lime green doll-like eyes with long lashes and porcelain skin. She always wear moon dangle earring on her right her and a star on her left and black heart choker. She stands 148 cm.

Clothes: Her uniform consist of a gray half-sleeve shirt underneath is her school uniform styled into a short overall romper and black tennis shoes.

Personality: Mayumi is shown as being a quiet, honest, kind, compassionate, and extremely peaceful young woman who adores all types of flora and greenery. Mayumi, the group's healer, is skilled in brewing and producing treatments and medications from the uses of her plants because she enjoys experimenting with them. Mayumi has a great connection to nature because of her kind and compassionate character, and she enjoys being of service to others. She is revealed to have a sympathetic disposition to the extent that, when her friends or plants are in trouble, she would respond to them intuitively.

She's romantic at heart, often playing matchmaker for her sisters and sometimes for her friends. Mayumi is also very affectionate and loves to be near loved one's and spend time with them. Mayumi is constantly considerate of others, despite her tendency to be bashful and quickly agitated.

However, Mayumi is also possessive and jealous, especially if there is a person who actively tries to interfere with her relationship with Megumi. This mostly stems from her looking younger than she is.

Mayumi, on the other hand, will show no mercy in the face of curses, instead expressing such feelings in a harsh tone despite her sweet and supposedly innocent attitude. She exemplifies a tremendous deal of commitment to her fellow sorcerers. She is adamant enough to fight again even though she was knocked unconscious in the middle of the bout. Mayumi also exhibits a strong sense of family loyalty and tenacity.

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, listening to movies, watching movies, playing mystery games, creating home remedies, experimenting on different plants.

Likes: Megumi, her friends and family, Megumi's shikigami, reading, music, gardening, gymnastics (both artistic and rhythmic), karate, horror and mystery games, goofing with her friends, hot springs and baths, bubble tea, ice skating, teasing Megumi, shoujo and shonen animes, creating home remedies from plants, flower crowns, tea, anything about romance.

Dislikes: Her loved ones in danger, being compared or mistaken for a child, sexist, misogynists, cheaters, unable to protect others, her sister being overprotective and overbearing, being labeled as a damsel in distress, movies with bad or too cliché plots, being treated as a prize, creepers and perverts, people ruining her garden and research, the Zenin clan, people forcing Megumi do thing he doesn't want.

Abilities: Evergreen Paradise

Weapons: Crescent moons (Two tessens)

Description of ability: Mayumi can summon and grow all kinds of flora. It's similar to Disaster Plants except she uses flowers and vines instead of wood.

Immense Cursed Energy: Even though she isn't of the special grade level, Mayumi has a lot of cursed energy. She continually summons plants for both offensive and protection, and when fighting, she also fortifies her body with cursed energy. Due to her size, she trained her body to handle excessive curse energy as she uses to control the flora around her.

Vines: She mainly uses vines for defensive moves such as creating barriers, entangling opponents, and supporting heavy objects.

Pollen: She often uses pollen as forms of distraction such as smokescreens or pollen fogs. It can also be utilize as bombs and blasts.

Briar cage: Mayumi forms a thicket of briar that traps the opponent or retrains them.

Flowers: Mayumi's signature. She can use her cursed energy make petals, stems, pollen, and other flower components grow and bloom, move and attack, modify flowers by changing their DNA structure, and resurrect wilted or dead flowers. The flowers are used all kind of offensive attacks such as firing petals akin to bullets,

Sweet Scent: She uses the flower's fragrance as mean of distraction of lowering her opponent's guard.

Harvest: Mayumi is capable of growing fruits and vegetables at rapid pace.

Domain Expansion: Garden of Eden: A domain that covers the entire area with vegetation and blooming flowers. The fragrance the area slowly saps the opponent's desire to fight and as they finally weaken, flora start to grow within their body until they're one with the domain.

Strengths: Enhanced athleticism, tessen proficiency, knowledge on flora, gymnastics, cooking, baking, karate.

Immunities: She's immune to all kinds of poison.

Enrollment method: Her sister's recommendation.

Favorite food: Desserts and cold soba.

Least favorite food: Natto

Cause of stress: Lolicons

[uptoolateart]

If I Let Myself Love You

My fic for @mlbigbang 2022!

It’s hard to be a normal girl with a normal life when your mother has terminal cancer. And when fashion model Adrien Agreste moves back to Paris and wants to be Marinette’s friend – or maybe even more – her life is turned upside down again. How can she risk opening her heart to love when her whole world is falling apart? Especially when Adrien is hiding a dark secret of his own….

*** No kwamis AU - 100% Adrinette. Half funny / fluffy and half heavy but with a happy ending. Please read tags. *** Rating: Teen and up

PREVIEW from Chapter 1:

On paper, he was nothing out of the ordinary – maybe six inches taller than her, with iconic golden curls like a film cliché. Simple jeans and a black long-sleeved t-shirt, but with the Gabriel brand logo letting you know that, as plain as they were, those clothes cost more than Marinette could afford after a whole month’s worth of babysitting. Two months, even.

What wasn’t ordinary was his smile, and the way it moved right into his moss-green eyes. Or the openness on his face, not just inviting but demanding that she know and understand him. Especially with the early-autumn sunshine hanging over the skyline, haloing his face and making the tips of his hair glow, like he was on fire and had been delivered into the world just for her.

That’s…too much poetry for this time of day.

Marinette licked her lips. She knew who this boy was, after all. They’d all been prepped about him for weeks – how they were supposed to treat him like just another student, ignoring how famous he was. He’d recently moved from London and wanted to keep as low a profile as possible.

She’d told herself this would be easy. Never mind that she had a collection of clippings of this boy’s modelling shots from magazines, or that his father was her favourite fashion designer in the world. He was just a normal person underneath the make-up and expensive hair…right?

But standing there, face to face, she saw that she was wrong. And it had nothing to do with him being famous.

‘You’re…you’re…,’ she made out, wondering when she had lost the ability to form sentences.

He rolled his eyes, releasing her wrists and taking a step away from her to give her space. ‘Adrien Agreste.’ He said this like it was a brand rather than a personal name. ‘But seeing as it’s my first day here, maybe we could…pretend I’m someone else?’

She wanted to smack herself but couldn’t move. I’ve already messed this up.

‘Like…like who?’ she stammered.

He ran a hand through his shining hair and looked up, squinting in the sunlight before meeting her eyes again. ‘You know, I’ve been trying to work that one out for a while. Maybe you should make something up for me.’

She adjusted the shoulder strap of her bag before it could slide off her arm. ‘You…you want me to make up an identity for you?’

Adrien laughed. ‘Is that too weird? I mean, you don’t even know me yet.’

Somehow, she recovered herself. ‘Sure, I know you. You’re Adrien Agreste, the mad scientist who trains hamsters to howl at full moons. There was a whole article about it in the paper the other week.’

He laughed again, this time louder than before, and shook his head. ‘I bet you thought that was a pretty crazy thing to do. I lost a lot of funding for that stunt. No one will invite me to the scientist parties anymore.’

‘The scientist parties,’ she echoed, a strange feeling coming over her face. It had been so long since she’d smiled like this that she didn’t immediately recognise it.

‘We use technical language in the science circle.’ Adrien grinned at her, his eyes sparkling wickedly. ‘And who are you…’

‘Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m a baker. I knead emotions into pastries.’

‘Emotions?’

‘You know, sadness and anger….’ She trailed off, belatedly saying, ‘Um…joy.’

Ugh, Marinette, what are you saying?

Adrien nodded and rubbed his chin as if taking this matter deeply seriously. ‘What does a sadness croissant taste like?’

Her eyes grew large. ‘That’s what I was wondering!’

‘I bet it’s salty.’

‘Like tears!’ she exclaimed, then gripped her lunch bag hard, to stop herself from hugging this total stranger.

They both fell silent. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. Something about his stare was like a fist, holding her heart and in no hurry to let her go. She was caught in his gaze as long as he wanted.

Keeping Reading at Ao3

[princegeist]

Meet the main 4 characters of Strange Little Town! 

art by fuzzytrashbird

text version below the cut;

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Frankie Holmes

they/she

Local comic artist too busy pranking people to make many comics. Born and raised in Pinewood, and has never left. They're tenacious and creative - if a bit much sometimes.

Likes: frogs, wholesome pranks, exploring abandoned places

Dislikes: change, fireworks, wearing makeup

[Frankie’s appearance; a young adult person with short, fluffy blonde hair, big round glasses, dark eyes, and pale skin. They’re wearing a blue zip-up hoodie with a striped shirt underneath, and they have a brown messenger bag slung over their shoulder. They are wearing a short white a-line skirt, white thigh-high stockings, and blue slip-on sneakers as well. End Frankie description].

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Simon Han

he/him

Loves to grow flowers and learn new cooking recipes. Grew up in Pinewood, and only recently moved back to town with his sister. He's shy, but very kind and friendly.

Likes: flowers, rainy days, musicals

Dislikes: snow, horror stories, sports

[Simon’s appearance; a young adult man with black hair in an afro-bun, dark eyes, and dark brown skin. He is wearing a grey turtleneck sweater with an umbrella on the front. Raindrops appear under the umbrella. On the sleeves of the shirt are simple flowers. He is wearing regular dark grey pants and black and white sneakers. End Simon description].

- Sylvia Han she/her Despite growing up in Pinewood, she's changed since living in the city for a few years. She spends her time reading and perfecting tea-blends. She's observant, caring, and brave - though sometimes blunt.

Likes: tea, history, plushies (secretly)

Dislikes: heights, coffee, large parties

[Sylvia’s appearance; a young adult woman with dark brown hair in long locs, green eyes, and dark brown skin with warm tones. She is wearing one earring on her right ear (audience left) shaped like a crescent moon. Her clothes consist of a tartan green sweater with a diagonal plaid pattern that has a white, collared-shirt underneath. She wears a much darker green box-pleat skirt, white thigh-high stockings, and dark brown boots. End Sylvia description].

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Ellis Helleon

they/them

A stranger who recently appeared in Pinewood out of nowhere. Not much is known about them, but they work at the bakery - and ever since they started, the deserts have been to die for. They're polite, charming, but a total mystery.

Likes: poetry, mythology, sewing

Dislikes: tragic stories, mud, concerts

[Ellis’ appearance; a young adult person with brown hair tied in a long braid that falls off the side of their shoulder. They have grey eyes and a fair skin tone. They are wearing a white turtleneck sweater, with a dark, desaturated red fall coat. They also wear a necklace with a simple silver chain and one single red gem on the end. They wear a short black pencil skirt with dark purple-ish tights underneath. They also wear knee-high black boots. End Ellis description]

[plaindangan]

Kirumi is once again thrust into a Motherly role, paid to dote and care for a few of characters (Mikan, Akane, and Miu) for a few weeks while their normal partners and parental units were out of town. The only issue is the instructions given to Kirumi told her to be as “Motherly and Spoil them” as possible… given how serious Kirumi takes her orders, things are going to grow out of hand! (Kirumi goes full MILF and grows bigger than the girls, all of whom get lazy and curvy from all their caretakers doting and feeding!!)

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

Be motherly and spoil them were her orders and by her duty as maid she wanted to impress.

Though...she might have gone a bit overboard. You see, when she was told to be motherly, Kirumi thought to her own mother. Sweet, doting...and ever-so curvy, with quite the height to boot. So, wanting to go all in for her request, she used Miu's MILFinator raygun to allow herself to becomes the ideal mother until their caretakers come home...and the results have been....

"Kiruuumiiiiii!!! What's the point of making machines to do everything for me if you keep on dragging me to the table!!" complained Miu. Under Kirumi's service, the inventor had pretty much ditched any semblance of caring for herself in favor of working new invention ideas. This included the need to wear even clothes, which explains the sigh of Kirumi carrying the wriggling naked inventor over her shoulder. Because of Kirumi's cooking while Miu once had quite the large bubble butt before, it had now grown astronomically. Kirumi had to hard focus on her surroundings given that half of her face was smushed against Miu's ass cheeks as she carried her.

"Its customary for all of us to dine together, now shush!" With a heavy hand to slap into the soft cheeks, thus resulting in a moaning Miu, a bright red handprint on her ass and very wobbly cheeks, it promptly caused the inventor to submit as both finally went to the dining room.

"Whff tfff yuuu lggh engghhh!!!!" Akane...asked? Well, tough to hear her with how much food she was slurping down. Like Miu, she had given up on wearing clothes...which explains the sight of how her bare naked breasts, which looked as if they could now break solid stone with how heavy and large they became, were now lazily resting on the dining room table whilst she continued to inhale her supper. Sighing, Kirumi placed Miu down at her chair before wiping Akane's cheeks with a napkin.

"Akane! I told you a million times not to eat with you mouth open!" she lightly scolded, but the gymnast waved her off. What a troublesome woman. It was then that Mikan gently tugged at her sleeve. Compared to the other two, Mikan tried to wear something...granted it was just her apron and, even then, it was still way too small for even her front, but it was an attempt.

"A-aah, Kirumi? I"ve finished eating so...c-can I have my hug now?" Mikan timidly asked. With a warm smile, Kirumi responded by wrapping her arms around Mikan, burying the nurse's face in her own breasts, all while her free hands rubbed and kneaded at the chubby buns Mikan had exposed all the time now.

"This what you wanted, sweetie?~" Kirumi asked and in turn she got back delighted moans and a Mikan burying her face deeper into Kirumi. Who could blame her? Thanks to Miu's ray gun, not only was Kirumi was twice Sakura's height now, her own features had become ridiculously increased. Her breasts pretty much ruined any of her old shirts, thus forcing her to accept ample cleavage constantly being exposed. As for her long skirt, well, with an ass that was wider even than Miu's own increased cake, Kirumi also had to deal with her own booty constantly showcasing itself whenever she bent over even slightly...and the fact people could now see that the only thing underneath with those large moons was a thin purple thong!~

Yes, it was something she had to deal with now...but for the sake of a request she shan't back down!~