#Pink hair is silas !!

[muder-boner]

DOODLE!! eerm I hate drawing digitally idk how to draw digitally I'm gonna make more drawings of them like traditionally bcuz that's gonna be so much easier I'M SORRY FOR LIKE CRAPPY DRAWINGS :(

It's 13 : 29 am I'm so eepy but not so eepy but yaurrrr

@s1l4s-1ng3sts-t0m4t03s

@wh3nth3pawn

A LITTLE DOODLE NOT MY MAIN ART STYLE BUT YEAH MORE ARE COMING TMR !!!!!X3

[moreslendermales]

Silas Waller (honkytonkhooker)

[neeturnal]

gay idiot

[magentameows]

i want to do something with these two ocs one day... :|

[reposhillo]

Baldurs gate 3 is fun

Featuring my son and mother druid duo, Lucerys and Meeka

And my good sunshine boy Paladin Sylvain who everyone in this damn camp is trying to climb

[banj0possum]

Yans (Or Yan(s) of your choice) reacting to discovering their darling is secretly a femboyysuhshbhbw s sbshshs a... ddhsja.. dkdjoa. .. .a .a... a.. (I was executed for my crimes)

Darling is a Femboy?!

All my OCs x Femboy! Reader

Note: Femboy meaning “feminine presenting boy” not an insult to trans women guys!! I promise i love you guys!!

CW: Weirdo behaviour from some of them!!, Reader is called feminine terms, Male Reader, a few nsfw themes (implied or minor)

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Secretly likes it : Adrian, Bo, Jasper, Victor, Baron, Wolfie, Axel

Doesn't show it much but he absolutely loves the way you look! So soft and feminine and cute, he fantasizes about you a lot because of it. Those clothes whether it's big or tight on you, it turns him on so much!! He loves letting you borrow his clothes that are always way larger than you and seeing your legs or midriff peek through. He'll steal your clothes once in a while and just take big whiffs of it and imagine your soft squishy thighs wrapped around his body while he hugs you close. As much as he want to feel it for himself, he'd rather let you initiate the intimate action first

🖤 Adrian makes fun of you for it. I mean you're so girly! You probably comb your hair with a dumb brush like a barbie or something? Do you use strawberry scented shampoo too you sissy? hahah...no seriously what do you use you smell so good. A-and whats with the clothes huh? You trying to like seduce him or something lol because its working

💀 You make him weak in the knees!! Bo has a habit of showing off his strength to both you and the horde, but with you all dressed up for him, he makes sure to flex and stand up straighter more often. Please praise him!! Tell him how strong and handsome he is!! He's too shy proud to beg but oh my god if you do it on you own accord he's gonna melt.

🥀 Fantasizes the most. Jasper has a diary that he'd rather die than show you thats full of entries all about you, how much he'd want to hold your soft hands, have you on his lap with your legs wrapped around you so he can have his hands on your precious thighs, or better yet he'd be inbetween them as you squeeze hard in your prettiest thigh highs- I mean what i me-

🌙 Think's about you drinking someone's blood in a beautiful black dress full of bows and lace. You'd look absolutely adorable all dolled up and covered in blood! Victor's salivating just thinking about it~! But of course he'd never tell it to the others, they'd make fun of him until sunrise or perhaps stal his own personal fantasy from him!

♠️ Steals your clothes the most. Any clothing item that's gone in the laundry's gotta go through Baron first, for security purposes of course! He's gotta make sure there aren't any trackers or bugs in there! also gotta take a quick whiff of it to make sure no one sprayed some kind of toxin or poison on you hahah...god you smell so sweet...

🍂 Why must you be so adorable!??? Wolfie can't help but want to cover you in all the soft hides and blankets he has in the den. He loves crawling under your oversized hoodie to give you kisses and licks while feeling your small warm body <3

🎸 Axel thinks you're the cutest/hottest thing to ever exist. He's the type to swoon over every single thing you do. Seeing you drink a pink berry smoothie makes him all red, Catching you readjusting your clothes and seeing a bit of your body is taking him to the ER from a bleeding nose. He'd never force you to dress in a certain way but oh my god imagine you in a baby rock outfit, all dressed up in punk clothing yet full of ruffles and bows and everything AAA!! He's a sucker for seeing you do the most metal stuff while dressed in soft pastel clothing.

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So cute!! : Brandon, Screw, Soda, Kalva, Silas, Caspian, Ashvan

Absolutely adores you!! He swoons, gushes, coos over how cute you are to whoever entertains the thought. If they find anything they think you'd like, doesn't matter how expensive it is, he wants to make you happy! Perhaps you'd reward him with a kiss? He's gotta buy this asap!!

🏈 Brandon's actually beggging the cheerleading squad to let you join please pleasee!! He wants to see you cheer him on during games!! He'd be practically drooling over you, even more if he'd think about how you'd look in a short cheerleading skirt and..no stockings~..hopefully he can buy a cheerleading outfit for you even if you're not in the squad..

💀 Screw and Soda both melt whenever you're around. They both love physical touch so they find a lot of comfort cuddling and nuzzling into you. That comfort is multiplied by 100 with you dressed up all cute and pretty. They love it when you wear your shorts. They drag you over to the bed so one of them can cuddle you with your legs on their shoulders and the other hugging you from behind.

🪶 Lovely lovely lovely!! You're so lovely!! It's like how males use bright colors to attract a mate. Your adorable pastel colors or fluffy soft clothes make you irresistible to Kalva! He loves it more when you wear clothes that show skin, it lets him feel his mate easier! You're so soft and smooth and aaaa so so small and cute! He's able to scoop you up and pull you close with his wings. No need for all that covering! Your mate will keep you warm! It's his excuse for wanting to bury his face in your chest

🌙 Silas loves you no matter what you want or wear, but of course whatever you choose to take interest in, it'll affect Silas greatly. With you being a femboy for instance, he becomes much softer towards you, always cooing or holding you close like a fragile doll. Whatever praises you want to hear, he'll say it. You want to be pretty? Well then you're the prettiest, most precious boy he's ever seen, no mortal can ever be as pretty as you my darling little turtledove~!

🌊 Literally no one will ever be as pretty as Caspian but OH MY GOD YOU'RE ADORABLE!!! He offers, no, BEGS to pamper you as much as he pamper's himself. Let him brush your hair, let him give you soft massages when your pretty little body gets tired at night, let him dress you up in the finest dresses Atlantis has to offer!! They're a little wet but they'd look adorable on you in the water!

🌾 Ashvan's so protective over you! It's no surprise that he'd have such a reaction to the way you look. There's no way you can protect yourself! You need a big strong protector like him! Sure you mowed down a whole horde of goblins on your own during a mission but he saw you trip and scrape your knee! So unsafe! He has to be there to make sure you're ok! You might see him linger around watching you. If you ever approach him to thank him with a little kiss to the nose, he's probably fainting on the spot.

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Encourages it : Valeth, Ribs, Dorik, Garrick, Hallow, Kagiri, Alistair

He spoils you to death! In fact, he might be the reason why your closet is filled to the brim with pretty clothes in the first place. He has a habit of doting over you because of it. It pushes his possessiveness and obsession through the roof! You have a lot of power over him that may or may not backfire. There's no limits to what he'll do for his pretty little boy..or what he'll do to you~..

⚔️ Valeth babys you every chance he gets. He might be a brutish orc, but he loves being gentle with you. He'll be the one to give you relaxing bubble baths, dress you up in the softest clothing, and feed you, all with the gentlest touch you've ever felt in your life. It does have its drawbacks however. He won't trust you in doing any kind of hard work. Why do that when you got your big strong man to do it for you? All you need to do is sit and be pretty for him~ Just like that little duckling~

💀 Ribs is literally shaking over it why do you look so so so s- AAA please sit on his lap sit on his lap please hes begging youo!! If you try to leave the bed while he's having a cuddle session with you, he's dragging you back, your nails scratching the floor and everything. He's a little bit insane about you ngl, the sight of you in a soft, oversized hoodie with your thighs squished together put his brain into overdrive. He unconsciously humps/rubs against you while you two hug, it's your choice whether you let him absolutely devour you or not~

🔥 Oh oh my god oh my god oh my- Dorik's begging, on his hands and knees, to get a taste of you!! Doesn't matter if it's a kiss or a lick or something more, he just wants a chance at tasting his sweet little master~! Are you all dressed up just for him? Is he getting a reward?? Oh please please say yes!! He's drooling buckets over the thought of touching you, just letting his hands wander all over your petite body, going under the snug fabrics that hug your figure oh so deliciously~ He'll burn any and every clothing item that isn't a crop top, thigh high, shorts or hoodie! All he wants is to love love love his pretty master!!

🌙 Garrick spoils you so much the others have to scold him for it. But what can he say? You're his little pookie bear honeypie babyboo loveydove- I'll shut up now. But srsly this man is FOUL!! He shares with you his fantasies of sinking his teeth in a pretty little lamb like you, so soft and warm~! He makes you shiver everytime he pulls away the cute dress he's bought for you just to lick at your skin and ghost his fangs over it. He loves seeing his little lamb squirm~!

🦋 Hallow's dressing you up in the prettiest of dresses and outfits!! Like a proper princess! He more or less treats you like a little doll. He's a lot like Valeth but you have a bit more freedom with him, he's just a little whiny and clingy. He loves gifting you cute clothes and accessories like cute skirts and bows and everything, but he also expects something in return~ A long cuddle session perhaps? Or a day of lying on your lap while you hum lullabies to him~? Ohhhh he just can't wait!!

🐉 Kagiri and his gang are gonna buy you the nicest clothes ever!! Well not really.. They look more like stuff a mafia boss' wife would wear like slim black dresses, fluffy scarves and stylish coats and blazers. Honestly you look amazing in anything to them! Whether it be a chiq dress you'd find in an expensive clothing store or an adorable poofy nightgown, they'll bombard you with compliments. They get a little loud whenever they talk about dressing you up in different outfits. They got a lot of warnings for talking about your thighs and chest so loudly.

👑Alistair objectifies you. Calls you his cute little doll, his plaything, his his his! You serve no purpose other than being pretty for him and only him. He expects you to be in the cutest of clothes (that he chooses for you of course) at all times, especially after any meetings or work he had to endure. He wants you ready to give him the softest of cuddles to help him recharge from a harrowing day of being away from you. Oh and yes, you must bathe with him if ever he asks. Your skin must be maintained to be smooth and soft! He'll take that job of gently cleaning your petite little body for you (yes yes no need to thank him) and yeah, the bath is rose scented.

[meo-eiru]

elian is elias’ evil twin who instead of being a lazy pretty boy with no personality and no talent, is a successful businessman who maybe isn’t as pretty as elias but with his charisma and personality manages to woo anybody but is obsessed with his darling because they don’t pay attention to him as much as he wants. he’d be like his polar opposite, instead of pretty pink-lavender hair his is a bluish-green, instead of threatening to kill himself he threatens to kill you, etc. it’s such a silly idea but i feel like if you put them in a room they’d kill each other didndm

Context on Elian

I LOVE THIS LMAO

Imagine he’s like Elias put through a color inverter filter, has all the personality Elias lacks and is good at everything he tries instantly. I kinda wanna make him a thing now…

I know they are just silly mistakes and don’t take this as me making fun of any of you but sometimes I get such funny name typos in asks I take screenshots to remember them forever.

I haven’t answered it yet cus I wanna draw it but there was an ask who accidentally called him Elisa and all I could think was

And there was also one that accidentally called Silas “Salias” and all I could think of was a fusion of him and Elias.

I don’t think that one should be brought upon this world because the combined beauty of the two would be so strong it would singlehandedly fuck up earth’s balance and we’d all explode on the spot

[artethyst]

~ Leaves In A Sky Full Of Stars ~

Eris Vanserra x Rhysand’s Sister!OC/Reader

“Enjoying fatherhood Brother?” Came Lucien’s sarcastic voice at the sight of Eris- High Lord of Autumn, nothing less than dishevelled.

Eris offered him no response, the circles beneath his eyes telling his brother enough before you swanned in with a fluffy bundle secure in your arms.

If his son were not so cute, he might have cursed the boy for robbing him of sleep for the past week, a new habit he had seemed to adopt whenever he was left alone in his cot at night.

Despite the Healer’s advising against it, saying it was very much normal and the boy would only grow needier, Eris couldn’t stand to hear his child’s pained cries.

He knew how it felt to feel abandoned.

Unloved.

His son would never feel the same.

Even if his Mate berated him for turning soft or some of the more traditional- slowly withering branches of Beron’s Advisory circle scathingly judged him for it.

Motherhood looked good on you- a warm glow to your unblemished skin and new life within those once lifeless cheeks that had struck Eris with horror as he had been forced to watch you- lying there, bleeding out.

The Healers telling him neither you nor your babe would survive.

And whilst he did not tell you, the memory of it, even now, months later, left him sleepless. And despite trying his very best never to think of how you looked- the thought of you ever being taken from him, he still felt sick at the thought.

He might have envied how naturally parenthood had come to you- how beautiful you still were despite it all, but he loved you too much to ever care about his own troubles in comparison.

As you approached, Eris instinctively wrapped a strong arm around your waist, if he had been protective before and especially during your pregnancy, it was nothing compared to now.

It was as though he still needed visceral proof- feel the warmth of your beating heart next to his to remind himself you were well.

Well and alive.

Lucien didn’t have the heart to tease his brother about it.

Baby Silas began to stir against your chest, his wide amber eyes curiously blinking as his little fist moved to his yawning lips, slobbering over his knuckles with a guiltless, dimpled smile.

He made little cooing noises, small tufts of red hair delicate and curled atop his head as he snuggled further into the winter fur blanket Kallias and Viviane had so generously gifted him.

You couldn’t help but press a kiss to his rosy cheek, wishing you could stay clasping him close forever.

“He is a curious child,” you began, passing over the bundle to your brother-in-law who had come to visit his nephew, “though, grumpy like his father,” and as if on cue, Silas’ small brow furrowed and pink lips pouted when he felt himself being jostled from the warmth of his mother’s arms.

The pair of them ignored Eris’ scowl as Silas wiggled in his Uncle’s arms, the Emissary chuckling as the boy began chewing on a strand of his long hair, face determined as he dribbled.

“Brainless, just like his father too.”

You laughed as Lucien bounced the boy, pressing yourself into your Mate’s side further, placing a light kiss to the underside of his jaw.

You noticed his withdrawal, and whilst it was not unusual for him to be detached, it was not like him to be so solemn.

Especially with you around.

“Er, are you alright?” He tilted his head down to face you, your twinkling violet eyes marred with concern and was forced to bury the thought of the Mother snatching his happiness from him along with his childhood traumas.

“I am fine, My Love.” He mused pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, you weren’t convinced but did not push him. “Are you?”

“How could I not be?” You teased, fondly watching as Lucien spoke animatedly to Silas, grimacing as the child tugged on his hair in excitement as the man he viewed nothing more than the tall person with the same hair as his daddy and with funny deep voice spoke to him. “I have all I could ever want.”

Eris smiled- a real smile.

He couldn’t help but chuckle watching his brother and his son, heart overflowing with love as his wife stood beside him, flooding their bond with the same mirth.

Everything he had gone through- all that he had fought had been worth it.

For this.

And watching his baby- a near copy of him with the woman he loved most’s infectious smile, bringing a childish peace to his brother’s all so often annoyingly smug face reminded him of all his sacrifices.

And he knew he would do it all again.

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With Lucien cutting his trip short, having felt a desperate tug on the bond from a freshly Mated Elain, the three of you were left alone.

You were absentmindedly sprawled over Eris, lulled into a light sleep by the warmth he emitted.

He didn’t have the heart to wake you.

Silas too was asleep against his chest, his little soft snores almost comically in sync with his mother’s.

Eris let his fingers run comfortingly along the back of his son’s head, relishing in the soft tufts whilst supporting his small neck with the other.

The babe whined contently in response, his drool pooling against his father’s tunic as the older male could only trace the boy’s perfect face with a calloused fingertip. Silas’ soft flesh a welcome sensation against his scarred skin.

The High Lord took a deep breath of his own, relishing in the scent of his beloved-a fresh jasmine and amber, and his son’s- a light cinnamon with hints of a fresh bloom.

A subtle mix of both of his parents’.

And with the two of you by his side, there was no longer a heaviness in his heart, but one in his throat as tears of relief and pure love gathered in his sharp eye.

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

The Viper Club (or, The Jamil Viper Support Group)

Hello ♡ This is a silly fic I thought of at work, featuring some of my mutual's OCs ♡ The premise is that their OCs end up in Lydia's universe (so my Yuu's Twisted Wonderland) and stay at their "partner's" dorm while there (due to Ramshackle not existing). This fic mainly features Jamil (and his many partners) with cameos from other OCs and pairings as well! ♡

OCs featured/mentioned (along with their OC x Canon) include: Yuusha (@crystallizsch) x Jamil, Mayu (@anbaisai) x Jamil, Rebecca (@0honeybones0) x Jamil, Astrid (@cheerleaderman) x Jamil, Damali (@midnightmah07) x Jamil

Silas (@theolivetree123) x Jamil, Fayrouz (@fell-fell) x Jamil, Dranav (@justm3di0cr3) x Jamil, Jeanne (@midnightmah07) x Kalim, Copper (@cyanide-latte) x Kalim

Shuu (@oya-oya-okay) x Azul, Lysander (@offorestsongs) x Rook, Kiyuu (@skriblee-ksk) x Jack, Daisy (@midnightmah07) x Ruggie, Jewel (@jewelulu) x Floyd

Enjoy! ♡

Jamil wasn't sure how to describe it, unable to shake this feeling he had. All day he felt as if something was off, taking notice of strange things occurring around him.

It started in the morning, with Lydia running around campus in a panic. She would always have someone with her, with Jamil being unfamiliar with each one. There shouldn't be any new students at the moment, and while people were able to visit, it was usually reserved for special occasions. He knew the school wasn't having any events, and their wasn't any games going on.

Yet everywhere he turned, a new face popped up, catching his eye. A blonde haired girl walking to class with Ruggie, a man with long pink hair sitting next to Rook in the courtyard. Even at practice, there was someone in the stands, watching them play.

Did I miss something? He couldn't help but wonder, wiping his face with a towel. Their club activities were over for the day, the girl sitting in the stands leaving with Floyd. He was tempted to ask Ace once they were gone, noticing he didn't have anyone with him. Perhaps he would know what was going on...

"Oh, Jewel? I don't really know her, but Lyds said she'd be staying at Octavinelle for a bit." Ace replied, pulling a sweatshirt over his head. He tugs it down to cover his uniform, putting the rest of his things in a duffel bag, throwing it over his shoulder. His eyes widen after a moment, seeming to remember something.

"She was looking for you by the way! I told her we had practice, so she said she'd be waiting for you back at Scarabia." Ace says, slapping his hand on Jamil's shoulder. Jamil's eyebrow raises as Ace walks away, lifting his arm in a makeshift wave.

"Good luck~" Ace teases, a smirk on his face as he glances over his shoulder. Oh, he knew something alright... Jamil crossing his arms as he watches him go. The question was... what?

He entered Scarabia cautiously, looking around for anyone. He was dressed in casual clothes now, having changed out of his uniform back at the gym. He hears Kalim's voice down the hall, turning to find two people standing next to him. He hid behind the corner, watching them with suspicion as they talked.

"Hopefully Lyddie can get you guys home soon... I just know the other me's miss you two!" Kalim states, causing smiles to come to his companion's faces. Their eyes seem a bit sad though, probably thinking the same thing Kalim was.

"Ah, there you are!" A voice calls out, causing Jamil to turn. Lydia rushes towards him, looking worse for wear. Her hair is a mess, anxiety written on her face. Jamil takes one final look at the strangers next to Kalim before focusing on her, eyebrows raising in concern.

"Is everything alright? Ace said you were looking for me earlier..."

"Yes, yes! Everything's fine!" She responds immediately, forcing a smile on her. "Even better now that you're here, actually!" She grabs his arm, dragging him away. He glances back towards the hall as they leave, unable to shake his suspicions.

"... Do you know who those people with Kalim are?"

"Oh, that's Jeanne and Copper! They'll be staying at Scarabia for a bit." His eyebrows raise at this, wondering when this decision was made.

"I've never seen them around campus before..."

"Oh, um... they're not from here." She says hesitantly, making him even more suspicious.

"They were wearing uniforms though, so they must go here." He states, as if it were obvious. The girl with the hook was wearing an Octavinelle uniform, while the man wore a Pomefiore one. Clearly they were students of Night Raven College... right?

She stops walking, causing Jamil to almost run into her. She turns to him, speaking as if she's answered this question multiple times.

"So they do attend Night Raven, just not our Night Raven. They attend the one back in their world, and somehow... they ended up in ours."

"...What?"

She goes on to explain that on her way to work at Sam's shop, she passed by the abandoned building filled with ghosts and noticed people inside. Anxious, she walked up to the building, wondering who was there. It was way more people than she expected, all of them unaware how they got there in the first place.

After talking with them and discussing the issue with the Headmage, she was tasked with finding them a place to stay, and someone to look after each of them. In the meantime, Crowley would look for a way to send them home (like how he did with the tsums).

"I see... So I'm guessing I'll be looking after someone too?" He asks, taking it all in. It seemed hard to believe, but Lydia was from another world, and stranger things have happened.

She directed his attention to a door, leading to one of the spare rooms they had. "Actually..." She starts, opening the door. His eyes widen as he takes in all the people, sitting around a table with drinks in their hands. They look at the doorway as he stands there, Lydia gesturing towards the group.

"... You'll be looking after this group here. The Viper club, as I like to call them." She walks past him to enter the room, continuing to speak. "Or you could call them the Jamil Viper support group. They all have one thing in common."

"And that is...?" He asks, already knowing what the answer will be.

"They all have a relationship with you. Well, the you from their universe, that is..." She starts walking around the table, standing behind each person as she introduces them.

"This is Yuusha..."

"... Mayu..."

"... Rebecca..."

"... Astrid..."

"... Damali..."

"... Silas..."

"... Fayrouz..."

"... and Dranav."

She allows each person to add anything they'd like to their introductions, approaching him once everyone was finished.

"They'll be in your care from now on, so I hope you can get along." She claps her hands together, doing her best to stay positive. She knows how much responsibility Jamil already has, and adding eight people on top of that doesn't help. She hopes that since they're close with the Jamil's back in their worlds, that they will be understanding, and not give him a hard time.

"I still need to make dinner." He says as a response, feeling tired already.

"Oh! Why don't you let them help you? It'll be a great way for you to get to know each other, plus it'll help take some work off of you." She suggests, a smile coming to her face. Jamil notices how exhausted she is, spending the day running around doing Crowley's job. He couldn't help but offer...

"Why don't you join us for dinner too, Lydia? You look like you could use a break." A small smile comes to her face at his offer, pushing some hair out of her face.

"I appreciate it, but I can't. I still gotta meet with Jack at Savanaclaw, as he'll be watching Kiyuu. And I wanna get back to Octavinelle as soon as possible, cause who knows what Azul has Shuu doing..." She sighs, shaking her head. "He better not be using her for free labor in the Lounge..." She mutters to herself.

"I'll be off, then! You guys have fun!" She says, making her way towards the door. "Oh, before I forget!" She turns, walking to Jamil. She leans in close to him, her voice low so the others wouldn't hear.

"Some of them have asked about a 'Ramshackle dorm', or a 'Grim', and I don't know what they're talking about... Do you know?" She asks, watching as Jamil shakes his head. She nods her head in understanding before waving goodbye to everyone, walking out the door.

Once she was gone, Jamil focused his attention on them, looking around as he asked, "So... who here knows how to cook?" ♡

Ahhhh I hope you guys liked it! ♡ I tried to keep things vague, so that way you can insert your own dialogue/thoughts for your OCs! ♡

Thank you! ♡

[theolivetree123]

Victor’s Music Week Card!

Event by @raguiras2 !

Cameo of @cheerleaderman 's character, Yuya, in voice lines

"This event is gonna be so fun! I can't wait to sing my heart out!"

Groovy: [LOCKED]

VOICE LINES

💜: Huh? Why did I join PASTEL BXMB!? Well... because I'm adorable ;3

💜: Ehehe!!! Yuya looks so adorable in her bunny outfit! Perhaps I could get Elias to make me one...

💜: Ugh!! Why couldn't Constance and Silas join my team!? Now I'm all alone!!

💜: You know, being in an actual music group is a lot more effort than I thought...

💜: This outfit isn't what I usually wear, but I'm starting to like it more and more! Hopefully, Ms. Hana will let me keep this stuff!

💜: *jingle jingle* You hear that? That's me! Hehe, I'm like a little keychain!

💜: I really wanted to give myself pink steaks in my hair, but Silas wouldn't let me. Ugh, he's no fun.

💜: *GASP!* Do you think Kalim will let me do a solo!?

💜: *sigh*... How am I supposed to learn all of this choreography?

DUO MAGIC

Victor: I'll be cheering you on, Silas!!!

Silas: Vic. Shut your mouth.

Random note:

YAAAY VICTOR FINALLY GETS A NEW CARD AFTER LIKE TWO MONTHS YIPPEEEE!!! I'm so sorry I've been neglecting you, Victor 😢😢😢

And yes, his outfit is based on decora. Can you tell I love Japanese fashion?

It'll probably take me a while to do Silas's card, BUT TRUST ME RAGU I WILL GET TO IT SOMEDAY I PROMISE ‼️

[thehollowwriter]

The Official Bio of Gale Angeles

Basic Info:

Name: Gale Angeles

Homeland: The Coral Sea

Species: Angelfish mer (Half emperor angelfish, half moorish idol)

Birthday: 8th September

Age: 36

Height/length: 163cm

Dominant hand: Right

Occupation: Hunter working for Silas

Family:

•Parents (unknown)

•Siblings (unknown)

Preferences:

Hobbies: Collecting skulls, fishing, treasure hunting

Likes: Dancing, racing, open spaces, food, strategy

Dislikes: Tight spaces, feeling trapped, being talked over, people acting like he's helpless

Favourite food: He doesn't have one. He eats basically everything

Least favourite food: None so far

Appearance:

Gale is notably more human appearing than his boss and co-workers, which is a bit of an oddity, considering the crowd generally drawn to Silas. He has darkly tanned skin that has several scars and is covered with dark blue and purple freckles, and his eyes are light orange. His hands are webbed, and he does have small claws as well.

His left arm is amputated, and the stub is quite scarred over.

His tail is large and wide with a somewhat small tailfin, which does make him a bit slower than some others. His scales are dark blue, pink, and orange, and his fins are orange in colour. His tail has many stripes and spots that match that of an emperor angelfish, like this:

His hair is long, going past his shoulders, and mostly dark blue with pink, orange, purple, and red streaking through it. It looks exactly like this:

Personality:

Gale can be serious, but not like Silas is. He's a much more humorous fella often in the form of sadcasm and is quite smug and flirty too. He's got the chilled but still serious uncle vibe to him at times. He's easily excitable and tells stories about his treasure hunts often but is also extremely stubborn. He's kind in his own odd way and fiercely loyal to those he's close to and especially Silas, who he respects greatly.

Some Fun Facts/Extra Info:

•Gale is twisted from Gill from Finding Nemo

•He was separated from his parents when he was younger and ended up trapped on land and sold at an auction. He eventually escaped but never saw his parents or the rest of his family again

•When he was first captured, his left arm was horribly mangled in the process and had to be amputated

•He's claustrophobic

•Gale has a little club for other merfolk that experienced being captured by humans (He may have called it the "Tank Gang"...)

•While Gale is much more humanlike than the others, he was met with a lot of ableism and mistreatment when trying to find other jobs before he met Silas

•He can wield a spear incredibly well

•He wishes he had magic cause it seems badass (and could have saved him as a kid huh who said that)

•Gale likes Finn a lot and even helped Silas with teaching him to hunt

•He's friends with Timo (and uh thinks he's pretty cute but let's ignore that for now haha)

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A/N: I hope you guys like the new skrunkly! I've been planning on expanding Silas and Finn's odd little found family for a while now! Starting with this fella right here

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[cometchasinglove]

❓+❤️‍🩹 for Tfp Starscream!! -<3

❓ - "Is this what you want?"

❤️‍🩹 - Healing.

Ask Game

Solace

Warnings: Mentions of Trauma

Word Count: 590

In the berthroom, Starscream stirred from his half-stasis nap to the sound of a faint, meek cry. It was short but painful, something he came to recognize instantly. His wings twitched behind him as he blinked open his ruby optics, focusing on the girl who wept and shuddered on his chest. Her tummy was pressed to his plating, and her head was lowered. Sensing a familiar pattern, the mech straightened himself and gently stroked the back of her striped, pink nightshirt with a claw.

“Now, now, Little Mouse,” he said above her cries. “There is no need to fret. I’m here.”

He held a steady tone of voice, not wanting to worsen her episode. Using the point of his claw, he lifted her chin. Finally, he could see her luminous, green eyes. He frowned at her, empathizing with her anxiety.

“Was it…another nightmare?” 

Juniper sniffled and nodded, allowing his servos to grab her in a soft and tender hold. Starscream cupped her tiny body in his claws, never squeezing or tightening. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she attempted to keep her voice at a pitiful whisper.

“It was…Megatron. Again.”

Starscream paused, gritting his denta.

“The branding?”

A mark of loyalty. Thanks to Primus, the insignia was erased from her lower back, but she still felt the burn. 

Juniper glanced away from him, her red hair falling across her face.

“And…other things.”

For a moment, Starscream went quiet, not entirely sure if he should press her for more information. From what he learned of her, she was incredibly stubborn and tenacious. She was a fighter, and she never surrendered, even in the face of humans like Silas. At first, Starscream hated it. Eventually, however, he grew accustomed to it and even admired it. 

Nonetheless, her previous position as an ally to the Decepticons often left her nervous and vulnerable. It wasn’t her fault. Unlike the Decepticons themselves, she never asked for it. And Starscream felt terrible. After all, Megatron wasn’t the only one who played a part in her trauma. 

The mech brought her near his faceplate, lightly rubbing his helm against her forehead. He calmed her, speaking softly and encouragingly to her. As she cried, he found himself tearing up as well. 

“You have…nothing to fear when I’m around.” Starscream pressed a kiss to the side of her face. “I promise.”

‘Not even me,’ he thought. ‘Not anymore.’

He vowed it.

It took some time, but Juniper managed to settle in his embrace, her wails faltering to little sniffles. When the woman cuddled him, he brushed his claw over her tummy, staring past her clothes and into her skin, where the scar he created still resided. Forever. 

“Thank you.” Juniper hiccuped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Starscream offered her a smile, remembering their past well.

“You may perish, just as I would without you.”

She smirked at him. He was proud to make her giggle, knowing that she would be fine. But then, Starscream felt something flicker inside his chest, and his gaze softened to display a hint of reluctance. 

“Juni?”

She rubbed her eyes.

“Yes?”

Starscream lowered his helm, lifting a claw for her to grab.

“Is this what you want?” He drew every word from his spark. “To stay here…with me?”

There was another nanosec of silence. And then, Juniper grabbed his claw and hugged him close.

“I do.” She kissed his digit. “I promise you, I do, Starscream.”

The Cybertronian closed his optics, feeling and treasuring the reassurance from her words and lips. 

Divider Credit: @/saradika

[forwhump]

a/n: ;-; I feel a little silly introducing myself on a writing post but I feel sillier just starting to post my writing w/out any sort of introduction at all, so hi ! I’m Tina ! I’ve semi recently gotten introduced to the whump community because the content I create has been whump the whole time I just didn’t know it & thought I was alone in it !

now that I realize I’m not, I figured I might as well start posting my blurbs somewhere ! I don’t know if it qualifies as conventional whump, but is there such thing as conventional whump ? so what the hell

I put my two favourite oc’s through the horrors so often I have so much whump content w them & it’s just going to waste in my google docs & my notes app ! I’m chronically shy about posting my work online but I figured somebody out there might see this & maybe even like it so what’s the harm in sharing !

if you do see this & maybe even like it, yay ! I’m so glad ! thank you for even reading it <3

tw/cw for aftermath implied rape, mentions of being gutted

Wren has always been beautiful.

Silas had always thought so. Even at Wren’s worst, even when it wasn’t wholly appropriate to think. Silas had thought so since that very first day, since he was dragged into this place clawing and biting, since Wren had looked up at him from his place in the common room and smiled at Silas, sympathetic, as he was dragged into hell.

It was striking, even then, even disoriented and scared and confused. Wren was a bright spot, a glimmer of light in a bland, grey prisonscape. He’s beautiful like no other person Silas has ever seen, beautiful in a way reserved for the sunrise and the moon, so beautiful it actually gives him an eerie, kind of inhuman quality, even now, even still.

Wren has always been beautiful and Wren is beautiful still. But this —

There is nothing beautiful about this.

It’s ugly. It hurts something low in Silas’ chest.

It’s a film strip that’s been double exposed. Wren’s always been beautiful, and so particular about his hair; Wren has fairytale hair. It’s impossibly long, fairytale long, and the colour of snow, kinda, but he’s always so particular about it, he takes such good care of it, something that’s only his, something that belonged to him before this place, something they let him keep, and his hair always shimmers, perfect, iridescent. Silas has always found it kind of hypnotizing. Wren’s always so careful about how he braids it.

His hair is a mess. It had been pulled up into a ponytail with a piece of pink ribbon that’s gotten mostly lost in the tangles of his hair. Loose strands stick to his face, his throat, his waist, the insides of his thighs with tears, spit, sweat, semen, blood. He’s wearing some demeaning little pleated skirt, the same pale pink as the ribbon, and it’s short, it’s so short, and there’s so much visible skin that Silas can see almost every bruise, big and purple and splotchy and broken, like road rash. He can see all the blood tracked down the insides of his bruised thighs. He can see handprints. Tooth prints.

How is this happening? How did it get to this?

“Wren,” he hears himself say.

“Leave me alone.” His voice is the flattest Silas has ever heard it. He doesn’t lift his face from the carpet.

“Wren.” He doesn’t know what he’s gonna say. What can he say? He reaches a hand out, almost instinctive.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Wren —“

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Wren snaps, almost screams, and he finally lifts his head as he flinches away.

Most of the left side of his face is that same broken, road rash bruise. His mouth is swollen. His eyes, from crying. He doesn’t have hickeys, but proper, scabbing bite marks, bruising his jaw and his throat.

So much bruising. So much blood.

Silas knows what to do.

He struggles with that, sometimes.

Wren was allowed to keep his hair; Silas was, as well. It’s all Silas got to keep.

No part of Silas is the same as it was when he got here; no organ, no arterie. Silas isn’t human anymore, Silas is a weapon, but he tries, oh my god, he fuckin’ tries, if nothing else he tries, and he’s getting better, he thinks. He just struggles sometimes with human emotions, with feelings, thoughts, with what to do, what to say.

He knows now, though. What to do.

No part of Silas is really human anymore, but most of him is all still attached. His left leg, however, isn’t, and the replacement he’d been given, as a massive, inhuman superfreak, is heavy and deadly and fuckin’ uncomfortable. It pinches. Silas hates it almost more than anything. Unless he absolutely has to wear it, he gets around in his chair. It’s how he gets back to his room, where, without even a groan of displeasure, he makes quick work of his superfreak prosthetic.

On his own, he stands. Onto his chair, he piles one of his crewnecks, a favourite of Wren’s because of how cartoonishly large it fits him. Silas piles his comforter on top. From Wren’s room, he grabs his hairbrush and a pair of his joggers. Their clothing is the same dull grey as everything else in hell — prison grey, Silas thinks of it.

He limps his chair back to the common room. He folds the sweatshirt and joggers over the back, brush hooked in one hand as he holds open the blanket. “Okay,” he says. “Come.”

Wren’s head is down again. He’s right where they dumped him, a pile on the common room floor. “Leave me alone, Silas.”

Silas frowns. “No,” he says. “Come. I won’t touch.”

Slowly, Wren lifts his head. He blinks up at Silas with huge, wet eyes. “What?” He says, less sharp but a bit more broken. “What are you doing?”

Silas shakes the blanket at him. “Come.”

He isn’t expecting the way Wren’s face crumples, or the way he sobs. Softly, he says, “Wren?”

Wren turns his face away, but when he sobs, he sobs, “Silas.”

Folding the blanket and the brush back onto his chair, Silas limps around it to slowly, awkwardly maneuver himself onto the carpet next to Wren. Within reaching distance, but he’s careful not to touch.

Wren doesn’t lift his face and sobs into the carpet.

Slowly, Silas lies down, on his back next to him. He reaches out, he doesn’t touch, but he invites, and without looking at him Wren shifts into his arms and sobs into Silas’ shoulder.

Silas covers his back with a massive, gentle hand and lets him cry.

He cries for a long time.

Eventually, his sobs soften to sniffles and the hitching of his back slows under Silas’ hand. He says, into Silas’ grey sweatshirt, “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Why?” Silas asks.

Wren’s chest hitches. His voice cracks when he says, “I’m disgusting.”

He frowns. “You’re not disgusting.”

Wren hiccups out a sob.

“Wren,” Silas says, “you’ve held my organs inside my body for me. This is nothing.”

He sobs again.

Silas thumbs slowly across his back, over the stiff, ripped material of his shirt. “Let me take care of you this time, Wren,” he says. “Please.”

“You shouldn’t have to take care of me,” he says softly.

“I don’t,” Silas says. “I want to.”

Wren’s small fist curls into Silas’ crewneck. Into his chest, he whispers, “they really hurt me, Silas.”

“I’ll take care of them,” Silas promises. He already knows how he’ll do it. It won’t be slow but it will be painful. “Let me take care of you first.”

Wren doesn’t answer him, but he nods into Silas’ shoulder.

Softly, Silas asks, “can I pick you up?”

He nods again.

Gratefully, gently, Silas lifts Wren into his arms and from there, into his chair. He pulls the grey blanket around his shoulders and Wren sinks into it gratefully.

The bathroom is cold, and the water doesn’t get hot, but it gets warm, so Silas runs it warm before he limps across the bathroom to gather an armful of towels. He held Wren to his feet, and leaves the towels in his place.

“You don’t have to do this,” Wren says softly.

“So?” Silas says.

He blinks up at him, a bit taken aback.

Supporting most of Wren’s weight, Silas says, “do you want my help getting undressed or do you want me not to touch you?”

Wren blinks up at him again, sniffling. “Would you help me?” He asks, so soft he’d barely spoken.

“I’ll do anything you ask me to,” Silas answers.

Wren makes a soft sound, and Silas is careful not to touch any of the bruises as he bumbles through small buttons and zippers with huge hands. He helps Wren out of his ruined skirt and into the lukewarm water. Silas doesn’t undress, but he follows him in, letting Wren lean hard against him as he lathers a washcloth he hands to him before getting to work untangling his hair.

It’s a careful few hours of effort, because Wren has so much hair and it’s so matted, caked with blood, grime, semen.

Silas is meticulous. He brushes it out. Washes it. He isn’t a great braider yet, but June had been teaching him the basics, and he can struggle his way through a sloppy French braid. He tugs the elastic out of his own hair to tie it off, and once he’s done, Wren turns to look up at him and he’s crying again.

“Wren?” He says.

And Wren surges forward, pushing his face into the hollow of Silas’ sternum, arms tight around his waist.

“Thank you,” he whispers into his wet sweatshirt.

Silas cradles the back of his head with one hand. “It’s okay,” he says.

In truth, he would die for Wren in a heartbeat. This is nothing.

[changingplumbob]

Pastel: Elise Annabella

Lucky 13 Witches’ Challenge

@bashfulcookies prompts from their Silver Moon Coven post CC list and download with everyday/formal outfits below cut

For this prompt I decided to lean into lavender and lilac with touches of blues and pinks.

DOWNLOAD from SimFileShare - This does NOT contain the cc as per general creator terms of use. Everyday and Formal are styled. Other outfits are base game. T.O.U. Do whatever you like with her as long as you don't upload her with zero changes claiming you made her. She is available in human and spellcaster form.

Skin default: Agave V2 by @nesurii Eyes: Waterdrop by @pralinesims

@pralinesims: Skin detail lashes Temza, Moles Sila, Eyeliner Lynx, Blush Mocha, Lipstick Snow Doll

@ice-creamforbreakfast: Luna hat

EA Content

Snowy Escape: Hair

Movie Hangout Stuff: Shirt

Cottage Living: Skirt, wedge shoes

Spa Day: Nails

Luxury Party Stuff: Bracelet

High School Years: Jumpsuit

Realm of Magic: Arm Cuff

Vintage Glamour: Necklace

[avvail-whumps]

Royal Bought: Pretty Girls #6

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content warnings: vampire whump, non-human whumper, defiant whumpee, captivity, human auctions, non-sexual nudity, lady whumper, multiple lady whumpees, conditioned whumpees

Luke tried not to focus on the hand digging into his forearm, being pulled along the corridors to their new destination. He wondered if this was going to be a recurring thing; dragged off somewhere new to suffer another long winded conversation about how frivolous it was to escape. 

How ridiculous. 

Luke wished none of this was happening. He let his mind wander, falling into the crashing waves of his thoughts, barely even recognising where they were going. He was sure they’d climbed up another floor, and wondered just how hugely vast this place was. 

Eventually, they stopped on what seemed to be a much more quiet floor. Silas didn’t speak a word to him the entire way up, and for that, Luke was actually quite grateful. It was filled with quite a few doors, spaced out amongst each other, but Silas eventually stopped in front of one, and he pushed the door open. 

“Ileana,” he called out, making sure to give Luke a hard tug so he came inside. “This one’s for you.” 

Luke’s eyes adjusted to the new room for a brief moment. It was much bigger than Silvan’s, it seemed, filled with a desk and more personal decorations like paintings and mirrors on the walls. On the couch, Luke found himself staring at a beautiful vampire, having turned her head aside to glance at Silas he wandered inside. 

She seemed tall, even when seated, one slender leg thrown over the other, and long, silky silver hair that trailed down her back. Her eyes were narrowed and pointed, giving Luke a very obvious once over when Silas gave him a firm shake. Beside her, there seemed to be a blonde girl - human. She had been giggling softly when the door opened, almost leaning into Ileana’s side, but at the sight of them, she quickly shot to her feet and scurried off. 

Ileana removed her arm from the back of the couch, twisting her body straight so she was facing them, and a thin smile spreading across those pink lips. Luke watched the blonde join what seemed to be two other girls at the wall, standing obediently. She sneaked a glance at Luke, her expression slightly embarrassed. 

He almost felt like he’d walked in on something he shouldn’t have. 

“Silas,” Ileana purred, her voice like dripping honey. It was enough for Luke’s gaze to snap over to her again. She even seemed to sit with an air of grace and poise, stiffening when her eyes briefly flickered over to him. “I thought the girls weren’t due for another half an hour.” 

Silas gave a disgruntled huff. “No. But as you can see, this is no girl. He’s yours. The one they picked up outside our territory.” 

He gave him a harsh shove from his shoulder blades, and humiliation burned at his cheeks, gritting his teeth together sharply. Ileana’s fox-like eyes almost seemed to gleam in curiosity at the words, humming softly to herself. He felt like he was being stripped down under her gaze. 

“Goodness,” she sighed, the sound like something was melting on her tongue, and Luke shifted uncomfortably. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a male with such high quality blood. If I’d known, I would have made sure to remind my girls to behave. Isn’t that right, Lillia?” 

Ileana’s gaze pounced on the blonde girl, who, when Luke hesitantly followed, noticed that she had been sneaking glances at him from under her light blonde eyelashes. Her eyes widened, tearing them away from Luke and towards the vampire, lifting her head up jerkily. 

“Yes, my Lady,” she stammered, clenching her hands together in front of her tightly. She bowed her head, and this time, her eyes refused to wander anywhere but the spotless carpet she was now fixated on. Ileana’s lip curved into an amused smile, turning back to Silas. 

“You can leave now,” she spoke, her voice a little firmer. “I will take it from here.” 

The vampire didn’t bother to respond, just nodded his head an inch, and Luke was greeted by the sound of the door clicking shut from behind him. He suddenly felt very out of place, but before he could fix his gaze on the vampire once more, she had moved from her casual position on the couch within seconds, standing far too close to him. 

Luke bit back a surprised curse, having to crane his neck up to look at her face. She was incredibly tall, almost dwarfing him in size. It made her much more intimidating as she circled him, her fingers tugging on his clothes as she went. 

“You’re filthy,” she tutted, giving a hard yank on the sleeve of Luke’s jacket. When he went to jerk it away, she meticulously manouvered and pinched his ear, getting a look at his hair. “And your clothes, goodness. This won’t do at all.” 

Luke grit his teeth as she gave his arm another pinch, judging the heap of clothes on his body. He wrenched his arm away from her, face twisted into a snarl. “Get off.” 

Ileana’s eyes shimmered. “Oh, and a temper, too. I suppose that’s to be expected, though.” 

Her long, silver hair swished along her back as she turned, moving like silk in water. It was almost as if the air around her was filled with grace, her chin always jutted high to display her presence. Her eyelashes fluttered as she spoke. 

“Girls,” she cooed, her voice taking on a different tone than what she’d been talking to Luke with. It almost melted with a soft sultriness, and their heads lifted up eagerly. “Please bathe him, and prepare some spare clothes.” 

There was a chorus of ‘yes, my Lady’’s from them, and Luke almost stuttered on a retort. “Bathe?” 

Ileana gave a fang-like smile. “You’re under my jurisdiction, and I won’t have you wearing those rags. Would you rather I force you, dear? Because you know I can, and that will only be more humiliating for you.” 

Luke’s cheeks went pink, grinding his teeth together. There wasn’t anything wrong with his rags; just because he didn’t wear such pretentious, high quality outfits didn’t mean they weren’t doing the same job. He begrudgingly glanced towards the girls, the blonde one, Lillia, having come towards him while the other two stepped through a door, leading into what Luke could only assume was a lucious, en-suite bathroom. 

“This way, please,” Lillian quietly spoke, keeping her eyes down and her hands clasped in front of her. After having been called out by Ileana, she didn’t seem to want to risk getting called out a second time. Luke felt sorry for them, forced to bend to the will of this vampire like slaves. 

He gave the silver haired vampire one last glance, before relenting. At least this way, he might be able to have some privacy. He hated the way Ileana’s bright red eyes seemed to glow in smug amusement, watching him intently as Lillia led him towards the open door, held open by the black haired girl. The other was preparing the bath, a huge ceramic tub with golden linings at the bottom. 

When the door clicked shut, Luke was left in awkward silence. 

Lillia was looking at him now, her shoulders seeming less tense. The black haired girl swept up beside her, whispering something in her ear that Luke couldn’t hear. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Lillia blush, and the other giggled softly. Taking a moment to get a better look at them, he gazed at the third by the tub, running her hand gently through the water to test the temperature. 

Awkwardly, he stepped a little closer to her. “Hey.” 

She glanced up, her eyes filling with a look of surprise for a moment. She straightened up, seemingly inching away from him. Luke wondered if she was shy or simply scared of him. He didn’t want to imagine what Ileana was doing to them. 

They were dressed, well, not provocatively, but Luke had never seen such a simple yet luxurious looking dress before. All of them were wearing it, a dress that was a smooth shade of blue, with frilly shoulders and a frilly cut out along the bottom, in the middle of their thighs. The white apron, small and rounded, fit snugly around their waist. A smooth collar decorated with a miniature ribbon was wrapped around each of their necks. 

They were like servants, obedient and yet clearly frightened of whatever approached them. 

Luke loathed the idea of becoming like this himself. 

The black haired girl suddenly appeared, gently taking her shoulders and pulling her back from Luke. He was momentarily confused, wondering if he’d done something wrong, before Lillia cleared her throat. He glanced at her. 

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her blonde eyelashes fluttering as she gazed up at him. “She’s new, and we’re not supposed to talk to other humans. Our Lady says so.” 

Luke cringed. “Your Lady?” 

Lillia nodded her head, smiling softly. Her skin almost glowed, her cheeks rosy and her eyes a unique shade of green, light and delicate as she gazed at him politely. He wearily glanced at the other two girls, the nervous one having retreated to fetch some clothes for him while the black haired girl took over on preparing the bathtub. 

The sound of rushing water filled the room. 

“You’re talking to me,” he pointed out slowly. Lillia tucked some of her hair behind her ear. It was a light shade of blonde, veering more towards an undertone of white than yellow. She was pretty. In fact, Luke found that they were all very pretty. He was a little overwhelmed, wondering if it was because of the heat from the filling tub. 

“Yes, well,” she paused, shifting on her feet. “I have been here a lot longer. Please don’t mind her. She’s just trying to get used to everything.” 

“Used to everything,” Luke scoffed, his brows pinching. “You’re Ileana’s slaves.” 

Lillia’s eyes widened. “Slaves?” She squeaked. “No, not at all. I like serving our Lady.” 

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he deadpanned. Lillia tilted her head, hands collapsing the front of her dress. She looked as though she was about to argue for a second, before indifference passed over her eyes. She gave Luke a shy once over, swallowing. He didn’t need her to say anything to understand what she was thinking. Apparently where he’d grown up was causing a lot of people to draw some unwarranted conclusions about him. 

“My name is Lillia,” she finally seemed to whisper, eyes flickering over to the other two girls. The black haired one stood by the tub, not shy about staring directly at Luke. Still, she smiled. 

“Brooke,” she introduced. She had a sprinkle of light freckles across her cheeks, framed by wavy black hair that splayed out just below her shoulders. Dark blue eyes captured his own, and Luke nodded his head. The other girl, the last one, had seemed reluctant to say anything at first. But eventually, she opted to give her name, too. 

“Cali,” she whispered softly. A similar jet black, and her hair was shorter than the other two, but it was voluptuous in volume and swooped messily over her temples. Her face was round, though hidden away by most of her hair, her eyes thin and dark. She was looking elsewhere, clutching some clothes in her arms. Luke didn’t want to, but he forced a smile on his face. 

“Nice to meet you,” he rumbled. “I’m Luke.” 

Lillia beamed. “Nice to meet you too.” 

With the exception of Cali, he noted how, although he hadn’t believed them, they seemed completely at ease with this life. Luke didn’t understand how - they didn’t seem to be compelled into doing this, just unnervingly complacent. How could they “serve” a woman, no, some creature of the night, so eagerly? 

Luke’s spiralling thoughts were cut off when he suddenly felt Lillia’s fingers on his jacket, gently prying it from his shoulders. His spine stiffened, and he knocked her hands away before he could stop himself. 

“What are you doing?” He hissed. Lillia blinked, tilting her head. 

“Undressing you,” she answered softly. “For the bath.” 

Luke stuttered on a breath, his eyes darting from one girl’s face to the other. They were all staring at him expectantly, and he couldn’t help but grip onto his jacket tightly like it was a lifeline. He struggled to find the right words. 

“While…you’re all in the room?” He stammered, feeling a twinge of embarrassment pinch his chest. “Can’t I have a little privacy?” 

From the tub, Brooke leaned forward, fingers bracketed against the edge of the bath. Her hair fell past her shoulders. “We’re unable to leave you alone.”

She almost looked like she was holding back a small laugh, as if there was some joke that Luke wasn’t privy to. “Besides, we’re not interested in you. Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“I never…” He cut himself off, swallowing the prickly pride in his throat. He doubted he could make a break for it with Ileana in the next room over. He highly doubted the girls would allow him a chance to escape before hollering for their mistress. Easing the death grip on his jacket, Luke felt humiliation burn unpleasantly at his cheeks. 

He made quick work of stripping his clothes off, not wanting to dwardle any longer. His clothes were taken by Lillia, who promptly left to discard them, no doubt never to be seen again. He felt a little bitter about that. When he settled in the tub, Brooke made quick work of lathering some thick liquid in her hands, reaching for his hair. 

He jerked away, the warm water sloshing slightly. She raised a brow. 

“It’s for your hair,” she explained, slightly amused by his confusion. “Tilt your head back a little, please.” 

Luke hesitantly did so, feeling soft fingers start to lather up the soapy shampoo on his head. The feeling was quite therapeutic, actually, and Luke swallowed, trying to let himself grow accustomed to being groomed like a dog. When Lillia returned, she leaned against the tub, and Luke felt a tug on his necklace. He slapped a hand over it, causing Brooke to lean back. He shot the blonde a sharp glare. 

“Not this,” he spoke, his voice firm. “I’m keeping this.” 

Lillia pressed her lips into a thin line, her eyes filling with sympathy. “I’m sorry. I have to discard everything.” 

The necklace pressed against his palm tightly, digging into the skin. The pressure went unnoticed, going straight to the worried stab in his heart. He couldn’t get rid of this - this was his everything, the only memory of his mother. Lillia looked almost taken aback. 

“Please,” he pressed. His voice was shaking slightly. “Not this.” 

She opened her mouth to speak, the words dying in her throat. Her eyes flickered over to Cali, who shyly glanced at her, squeezing the clothes a little tighter. It was almost as if they were communicating something with their eyes, silently. The blonde finally let out a soft sigh, her voice dropping down to an ever so quiet whisper. 

“Alright. But please remember to tuck it under your new clothes.” 

Relief washed through him. “Yeah. I will.” He relaxed slightly. “Thank you, Lillia.” 

She smiled sweetly, nodding her head slightly. She seemed a little more relaxed at Luke’s gratitude, as if she was assured she had done the right thing. The moment was broken when Brooke resumed washing his hair, and another wave of uncomfortabless washed over him. The girls seemed nice enough, but there was no way Luke couldn’t feel embarrased when he was sitting in a warm tub and being washed from head to toe. 

The bathroom filled with scents of tea tree and lavender, almost stinging his nose, the water starting to turn cloudy as time passed. Brooke was thorough with his hair, forcing him to sit there with a stubborn frown on his face. Lillia scrubbed his back and his body with a scratchy flannel, and he wondered if she was trying to take his skin apart in the process. 

There were some places they instructed him to do himself. He was okay with that. 

The tub was drained, and Luke was wrapped in a fluffy dressing gown when he emerged from the water. He was led to a small table, dried off until there was no trace of water left, and instructed to sit down. He caught a glimpse of himself in a huge mirror, and almost blanched. 

It wasn’t as though he had never caught glimpses of himself in reflections back at the camp, but it was the first time he was seeing himself properly. He couldn’t help but stare in confusion, as if he was looking back at a stranger. His locks were still damp, black and twirly, sticking to his forehead slightly. Forest green eyes shimmered slightly under the bright lights. Even though his skin had been scrubbed clean, right down to the bone, it still retained its light almond colour.

He resisted the urge to touch his face, his bottom lip still retaining a sore, red split down the middle from when Silas had backhanded him across the face. It wasn’t bleeding anymore. 

Brooke came in with a hair dryer, blowing pleasant, hot air against his hair. Her fingers genty ran through the locks, and Luke let himself shut off for a moment. It wasn’t easy to forget there were vampires in the next room over, swarming this entire building, but it was a little easier to swallow when he was surrounded by his own kind, and only them. 

Brooke then gently combed his hair, her eyes flickering up curiously. “Did you have anything like this?” 

Luke blinked, momentarily pulled out of his daze. “Huh?” 

“I mean,” she paused, tilting her head. “This is probably a big cultural shock for you.” 

It had been in the back of his mind, all of these strange contraptions and customs and things he would never know existed when living in the middle of nowhere. He had been far more focused on avoiding an unpleasant fate, but Brooke was right. He was more concerned about Ten; whether he was thinking the same things, being alone in such a scary, unfamiliar place. His heart ached. 

“Yeah,” he sighed, picking at the sleeves of the dressing gown. Definitely a big culutural shock. Cali helped dress him, simple clothes that were still silky and soft against his clean skin. He smelled strongly of tea tree too, a scent that was supposedly going to cling to him. 

Lillia tucked his necklace under the clothes.

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johnny suh birthday special

pairings: johnny x female reader

— filo setting

🖋️: smut!

warning: mature content, 🔞, profanities, overstimulated, dirty talks, birthday s!x

posted: february 9, 2023

raw and unedited!

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"Babe, you really fit to be on Single Inferno or Love Island"

It's true though! the way he's built is definitely for shows like that hot chicks will flock on him.

"Hmm maybe? you want me to join?"

Gusto ko nang kurutin sa tagilirin itong si Johnny habang hawak ang surfboard.

Tangina naman ng boyfriend ko ang hot. Dali-dali kong kinuha camera ko atsaka kinuhanan ito ng litrato. His tattoo looks so good on him.

"Omg babes look at that man! he looks so yummy!!"

"Shet ang pogi, lapitan natin? malay mo dilig na yan!"

Bago pa naman makalapit samin yung mga impokrita tumakbo na ako kay johnny at yumakap sa mga bisig niya. Hinigit ko agad mukha niya at hinalikan.

Napangisi na lang ako nang marinig sila. Cue na rin nila yon para tigilan pagpapantasya sa boyfriend ko 'no.

"Damn, don't you dare join that shit show ha!"

Tumawa lang ito at biglang pinisil dibdib ko. Namula mga pisngi ko at tumingin-tingin sa paligid. "Fuck johnny stop doing that! nasa beach tayo hello!"

Tinaas naman nito ang dalawang kamay niya at marahang tumawa. "Okay, but after we get back to our hotel, I'll do more. You should be aware that your hot pink bikini was really stunning. Later, sweetie, I'm going to fuck that ass."

Para akong mahihimatay sa sinabi niya. At kumindat pa nga ang loko!

We surf all day long till we become tired of it. Johnny asked if I would like to join him in there because he is a surfer, so I did. I love support him achieve all of his goals. Before the sun sets, we eat samgyup and take a brief stroll down the coast.

And here we are in our room. Devouring each other's lips. I am holding to his hair when his kisses goes down to my neck living hickeys. He quickly removed my bikini top exposing my boobies there.

"I told you I'm gonna fuck you tonight"

"Oh my god mhmmm" impit akong napapa-ungol dahil sa paghalik ni johnny sa dibdib ko. His brushing his tongue on my nipple caused my back to arch.

"Fuck johnny this is torture, just fuck the life in me," nahihirapan kong sabi habang paulit-ulit sinusupsop ng kanyang bibig utong ko havang ang isang kanay nito hinihimas kaliwang dibdib ko.

"Oh, my baby's hungry. Don't worry I will. Just let me finish my meal,"

Gusto ko nang sabunutan si johnny dahil parang lalabasan na ako sa ginagawa niya. Ilang supsop pa alam ko sa sarili kong nilabasan ako. Tangina.

Nang magsawa siya sa dibdib ko agad niyang winarak bikini underwear ko. Hinalikan ang hita ko paakyat sa puke ko.

Halos mahigit ko na hininga ko nang naramdaman kong inaamoy niya ang ari ko. Fuck

Nagsunod-sunod na ungol ko nang bigla niting halikan ang ari ko at himas-himasin ang g spot ko.

"Ooh damn johnny right there!"

His tounge hitting the right place. "God you're so good babe"

"Hmm" mas lalong lumakas ungol ko nang magpasok ito ng dalawang daliri sa puke ko habang patuloy na ninanamnam ari ko.

"Shit fuck... Oh my god please fuck me johnny I don't want foreplay anymore. Just insert that big dick on me"

I almost cry in so much pleasure his giving me. I didn't notice rin na nilabasan na ako for second time. Hindi ko na narinig sinabi nito dahil pinasok na nito ang ari niya sa puke ko.

"Fuck that hole. still so tight as fuck"

"This pussy's built only for me to fuck you"

"Mmhhh"

Puro ungol na namin ang naririnig sa kwarto. I don't know if anyone can hear us doing some job here but we don't give a fuck.

His thrust is going wilder and faster now. Sumasabay na rin ako sa ritmo dahil sa sobrang sarap ng bawat pagsalpukan ng ari naming dalawa. Tanging pag-alog ng kama, mga ungol at mura, at ang patuloy na pagtugtog ng rnb lamang ang tanging maririnig sa kwarto.

"Putangina babe"

"That fuck your pussy's choking my dick"

"It's so good!"

"Aa-aahhhhh"

Napasigaw ako dahil bigla na lang akong nilabasan.

"Mmhmm babe nilabasan na ata ako"

Kinapit ko ang mga binti ko sakanya bilang suporta dahil hindi pa rin ito nilalabasan. "Mmhhmm you are overstimulating babe"

"I know, I'll let you fuck the life in me until you are fucking satisfied"

His smiled even though he's banging me so much. I can see his happy and lust in his eyes.

"Then I'll do you in every possible way"

I smiled, grabbed his face, and kissed him.. "Happy birthday, Johnny. I love you so much"