#but i really like how pink fits with lambs!!

[little-pup-pip]

Hohi!! Can I pls request a gender-neutral lamb moodboard? pink n no pacifier please, n generally softer items wld be very appreciated !! (like plushies n blankjs :D)

Yeah!!

[sweetlittlefawntears]

sweet lamb ♱

au : i got a request for this but it was not how i imagined it so i just … kinda changed a few things lol … um yea enjoy this one it could definitely b better … there is some sensitive topics in this one that may be triggering to some people, please read the content warning and proceed with caution .

cw : dacryphilia, stealing, pet names, hair pulling, fingering, ellie is kinda a perv in this one as well as a bit mean/degrading, intentional lowercase !! reader is described as having long hair … i think that's it erm

wc : 1.6k ♡

౨ৎ for as long as you could remember, your brother had always had a best friend. ellie williams. they were attached at the hip, always laughing and play fighting over video games and going on stupid adventures which almost always involved them sneaking out late at night. as much as you loved your brother, you absolutely hated ellie.

౨ৎ she would always go out of her way to exclude you in anything they were doing, insisting that you were too stupid or dumb or annoying or whatever to participate in whatever bullshit they were getting up to. not that you truly cared, you were too busy studying or hanging out with friends to genuinely want to get all up in their business.

౨ৎ as much as ellie feigned her hatred for you, she truly wanted you to be all hers. she loved when you cried from her insults. it was the saddest and sweetest thing ever. she couldn’t explain why she was the way she was, but she loved being able to have power over your emotions like she did.

౨ৎ ellie loved to sneak up behind you to scare you, pulling at your hair or poking your shoulder, which made you practically jump out of your skin every time she did it unannounced. “fuck you ellie, don’t scare me like that!” you’d yell as she burst out laughing. she often would pull on your hair if you wore it in braids, which you gradually stopped doing.

౨ৎ one night, when you were in the shower, ellie slipped into your room and walked around, going through your drawers and all the trinkets she saw on your desk. she pulled out a pair of pink cotton panties from a cubby with bras and underwear in it and slipped them into her back pocket.

౨ৎ you come out of your shower, hair wet and wearing nothing but a cropped band tee and a small pair of short tight fitting boxers. “what the fuck are you doing in my room?” you say as you brush through your hair. “uh…sorry.” ellie says as she walks out. you don’t really pay any mind to it, thinking ellie was just trying to scare you.

౨ৎ ellie often sees you changing outside your window, not bothering to shut the curtains because you thought no one could see you. when she saw you in your small lacy dress, she almost fainted from blushing. she gazed over your body, when she noticed she could see the faint outline of your tits. she desperately wanted to be in that room with you.

౨ৎ ellie often took your underwear or clothes, which would suddenly just show up in your room again, and you’d be happy to see them, wondering where they had gone. ellie thought it was a miracle you didn’t question where your clothes kept going, because she wasn’t exactly an expert at hiding things.

౨ৎ ellie wanted to do something to get you closer to her. so, one night, she and your brother ask you to watch a movie with them. you are surprised they even invited you in the first place, but you assume your brother beat a little sense into ellie and made her invite you. however, ellie has a plan. she and your brother watch a terrifying movie, which she knows you hate.

౨ৎ before you know it you’re sitting very close to ellie, not even noticing how her hand slips under your shirt, touching your side, comforting you. it was abnormal to feel safe around ellie, but you didn’t question it because it was nice to not be fighting with her for once.

౨ৎ speaking of fighting, ellie often joins in on play fights with you and your brother as just an excuse to grope your ass or tits. you don’t pay it any mind, and ellie thinks it’s cute how you whine when she pins you down and huffs that she always wins.

౨ৎ one night, as ellie makes her way out of your house after a long night of goofing with your brother, she sees you, lying in bed, long hair covering your face as you lay on top of the sheets, with a pillow cradled by your arms.

౨ৎ ellie steps into your room quietly and watches you sleep. she tucks your hair behind you ear. “you know, you really shouldn’t sleep with that door open…you never know what someone could do…” she whispers gently. she kisses your forehead before leaving.

౨ৎ over the next few weeks, ellie seems to warm up to you. you were super suspicious, she was definitely up to something. she came over almost every night, and on saturday she walked into your room. “what do you want, ellie?” you say as you look at her from the chair you’re sitting at. she sits down on your bed, ruffling the sheets. “y’know, if you keep walking around the house in outfits like that, people will think you’re a slut.” she smirks at you. “wow, you really know how to treat a girl, don’t you ellie?” you say as you turn back to your work on your laptop.

౨ৎ “wanna come watch a show with us?” ellie says. “…are you playing at something here?” you say, looking her up and down. “no, seriously, just come watch something with us. it’s so pathetic to see you study on a saturday night.” she says while grabbing your forearm and helping you out of your chair.

౨ৎ ellie and your brother had been watching a true crime documentary about a serial killer, which totally terrified you to the point where you were talking to your brother about it. “i mean, seriously, how can someone do that to someone else? that is seriously fucking creepy, i wish i hadn’t watched that, now i’m really fucking paranoid-” you trail off as ellie leans against your doorframe. “listen, if you’re scared, i can sleep with you tonight.”

౨ৎ you didn’t like the idea of her sleeping with you, but your brother cut in. “shit, ellie, i don’t have a bed for you tonight unless you wanna sleep on the couch. i totally forgot to tell you.” ellie looks at your apprehensive face and starts to talk before you interrupt her. “no, it’s fine. she can sleep here. it’ll be uncomfortable on the couch anyway.” ellie smiles to herself as your brother walks back to his room.

౨ৎ after a while, you find yourself and ellie talking as she puts her hand around your shoulder. “you okay?” she says. “yeah…jus not used to you acting like this.” you say as you look into her emerald green eyes. “cmere.” she helps you into her lap, so your back is pressed against her chest.

౨ৎ ellie slowly reaches up your shirt as you grab her forearm. “you okay with this?” she says as she runs her slender fingers along your abdomen. “yeah…” you whisper as she runs her fingers along the top of your shorts.

౨ৎ ellie reaches into your panties as she kisses your shoulder. “shh..just, let me take care of you bun.” she slowly slides your shorts off and throws them to the side before reaching back into your lace trimmed underwear. she runs a finger along your slit, before teasing your pearl. you whine out as she continues to trace small circles along the sensitive bundle of nerves.

౨ৎ “cmon, you want it, don’t you?” she says as she guides a finger down into you. you whine as she grabs your thigh with her free hand. she slides another finger into you before pounding in and out, touching and feeling up your gummy walls. you moan loudly before clasping a hand over your mouth. “shh, don’t want you brother to know you’re being a little slut for me, do you?”

౨ৎ she continues to thrust into you, groaning as you pant and whine, begging for release. “cum whenever you want, pup.” you don’t need her to tell you twice, finishing all over her fingers as she slows down to let you ride out your high, she brings her fingers swiftly to her mouth to taste you, praying you won’t notice.

౨ৎ she lets you lie down on your pillow, grabbing a fresh pair of panties from your drawer before sliding them up on you. you grab her by the sweater she was wearing before sloppily kissing her. she deepens the kiss before pulling back. “cmon, bun. you must be sleepy.” you shake your head but eventually resign to sleeping with her cradling you in her arms.

౨ৎ months go by, and fucking ellie is a regular thing for you. your brother is none the wiser, and ellie always sleeps in your room. ellie can’t keep her hands off of you, even when your brother is right next to you. when you three are watching a movie, her hands trail under the blanket you two share to touch your inner thigh, dangerously close to your panties. you always try to get ellie to stop, but you two end up going back to your bedroom in a rush, ready to leave your brother sitting on the couch alone wondering what the fuck you two could possibly be doing.

౨ৎ ellie never misses a chance to watch you from your window, sneak glances at you as you get out of the shower, or even touching your ass as she walks behind you, right in the middle of your kitchen. it’s safe to say she now loves you a lot more than your brother.

♡ haiii okay so this fic has been in the back of my mind for a while i wish it was better but oh well um ,, i feel it’s very unrealistic and i didn’t do a good job portraying ellie but oh well . i wanted to release another fic today n i rlly rlly hope u guys will like this one , have a good day or night n thank u sm if ur here reading this !! if ur still here please send me fic requests i’m having writers block lmao ♡

[cherrywrecked]

princess — jang wonyoung.

since you guys seemed to like these, here i am with another one.

cw: nsfw in the middle of the fic. wonyoung x fem reader. cnc. somno? sub!wony. mommy kink. you're wonyoung's makeup artist. mentions of chaewon from le sserafim.

jang wonyoung—she's everybody's princess. everything she does just seems so fancy, elegant, beautiful yet at the same time, innocent. a lot of people love her for it, but of course, as an idol, that could just be a facade, right? wrong. for wonyoung, she really is like that. beautiful, elegant, sweet, but more importantly, she's yours.

she's no saint. jang wonyoung was far from being innocent and all of that was your fault. sure, she was once a cute little lamb, but ever since she met you, she changed. still sweet, but not innocent. how can you call her that when almost every night when she has the free time, she drops by your apartment, begging for you to make her cum?

you don't have any schedules with wonyoung until next week and it was killing her. you, on the other hand, is so busy with the back to back come back shows of artists you work for so really, you don't have much time to think about her. not until you got a message from her just after you finished packing up your things from le sserafim's shoot today.

wonyoung:

hi, mommy! i missed you today. i've heard from chaewon eonnie that you were working with them today. good luck and i hope you get to finish early. if you do, stop by my flat and spend the night with me? i miss you a lot.

ah, jang wonyoung, truly the cutest princess you've ever had. you immediately started typing a reply for her, letting her know you're free for the rest of the night. it was only nine pm, anyways, and undeniably, you missed her as well. so it was a win-win for the both of you. you felt your phone buzzed on your pockets as you were bidding your bye's with your team, but you didn't get to view it until you were in your car.

of course, it was a video from wonyoung feeling herself. along with it is a message that read; “can't wait to take these off for you tonight, mommy.” and so did you. you can't wait to see her.

it was exactly ten thirty pm when you arrived at her flat. without bothering to knock, you just typed in her passcode and let yourself in. wonyoung wasn't in her living room, so you quickly called out for her. “wonyoung? i'm here, princess.” you said as you walked towards her room. it was open, and there you saw wonyoung in the same clothes she wore on the video, except she fell asleep. she must've been so tired today, but you came all the way here, you're not going to let the night end without having a taste of her.

carefully settling yourself next to her, you caressed her hair as you called out her name softly. “baby, wake up, mommy's here.” but wonyoung was sleeping so deeply. she looked so pretty asleep, but the straps of her top slid off her shoulder already, exposing a bit of her chest and you could see a glimpse of her pinkish nipples. you bit your lower lip as you let your hand do its thing— tugging her top down, fully exposing wonyoung's chest. her nipples were hard— probably because of the aircon.

not saying anything, you just started to play with her nipples which made wonyoung squirm in her sleep. god, she's so cute. you pinched her nipples, rolling both of them around your fingers as you watch them get harder. wonyoung, sensitive as ever, parted her lips as she lets out the cutest pants and quiet moans. “mommy...” she moaned asleep. she's dreaming—or at least she thinks she is. wonyoung shifted, her legs now spread just enough for you to fit one of your hands in between them. she was wearing cotton shorts with nothing underneath and you can see her pink, shaven pussy. you smirked, taking one nipple onto your mouth as you played with the other, your gaze locked on her beautiful, flushed face. “sorry, princess, mommy just can't help herself.” you whispered against her ear whilst your free hand traveled south to her pussy. pushing the fabric to the side, you exposed her cunt before using your index finger to lightly pat her clit, loving how wonyoung would squirm every time your finger touched her.

wonyoung again shifted, giving you more space to play with her princess parts while you brought your kisses down to her stomach, and eventually, her center. still with the shorts on, you pressed a kiss just above her clit, watching wonyoung's sleeping face as you do. no reaction, you hated it. getting bolder, you pulled her shorts to the side before you flattened your tongue above her slit. finally, another reaction. wonyoung's eyebrows furrowed, tilting her head to the side. you started to circle the tip of your tongue around her clit, and wonyoung could only moan in her sleep. she still thinks she's dreaming, but she feels too good for this to just be a dream, right?

you wrapped your lips around her clit, softly sucking on her sensitive muscle and that's when wonyoung found herself waking up. shocked, but she was feeling so good. “m-mommy, y-you're here—a-ah! m-more, please...” wonyoung, still groggy, has now finally her legs spread widely enough for you to fit in between them and eat her out. “s-so good, mommy... more, please. m-more...” wonyoung breathe out, one hand cupping her boob while the other held a fistful of your hair, pushing you more against her.

wonyoung was a squirming mess and you could feel her juices dripping down to her ass. you toyed her hole with her own wetness, teasing the younger. “f-fingers, please... please please! 'm so horny, mommy, please.” wonyoung begged through her lashes, her doe eyes that looked so innocent yet full of lust. you gave her what she wanted and slipped two fingers inside of her. “ssshh, baby, it's okay, mommy's here.” god, she's so tight that she can't even handle two of your slender fingers. wonyoung arched her back as she stabilized her breath, walls clenching tightly around your digits. wonyoung swear she could cum with them alone without the need for you to move them around, but of course, she's learned her lesson not to cum without your permission.

“m-mommy... so so good, f-fuck...” she moaned, hips moving subconsciously. this made you chuckle, seeing her so desperate for you. “yeah? you miss mommy's fingers, baby?” wonyoung could only nod as she pushed your head more against her. taking her signal, you went ahead and started to suck on her clit as you started to move your fingers in and out slowly, gradually increasing your pace. wonyoung's moans are just as pretty as her face. you looked up at her through your lashes and god, you can't believe that a jang wonyoung is caught around your fingers... quite literally.

it didn't take long for wonyoung to feel the familiar knot forming on her tummy. she started to move her hips more and clenched even tighter around your digits and you knew, she was close. not wanting to disappoint the lady, you started to flick on her clit with your tongue before slightly pulling away, “cum for me, baby. cum for mommy.” and again, wrapped your lips around her clit and started sucking on it harshly, the same time you started curling your fingers inside of her, making sure the tip of your digits hit her sweet spot every time.

“c-cumming! mommy, mommy! fuck, 'm cumming...!”, strings of high pitched moans and profanities escaped wonyoung's lips as she came around your fingers and face. you helped her ride her high by gently flicking on her clit, tongue rolling around her labia which made wonyoung squirm even more. finally pulling away, she grabbed you by the neck and pulled her down to kiss your lips, tasting herself on your mouth. “wonyoungie missed you, mommy.” and you knew that with the way she locked her long legs around your waist. you were sure that tonight was going to be a long, pleasurable night for the both of you.

[misc-obeyme]

sheep mc's size constantly changes in my head. sometimes they're as big as a normal sheep or a lamb, sometimes they can rest in someone's lap like a small dog, and sometimes they're small enough to fit in someone's hand like a cute widdle guinea pig (and has a high pitched "baa"). the babie

- 🎠

I absolutely love sheep MC so much. I always tend to envision them as a little puff ball about the size of a small dog, but I love the idea of them being a fully grown normal sheep. I also love the idea of them being handheld like how adorable is that??

I was considering having MC be an actual sheep in my human au because I think it'd be really funny if in a human au, MC is the only one who isn't a human. Just a regular sheep that's naturally pink for some reason? No magic involved 'cause this is a human au. It's just a weird genetic mutation. And for some reason this sheep is super friendly and everybody loves them.

But honestly, the sheep is really the best they could have chosen for MC, I think. An adorable little pink sheep??? Please, that is so cute I can't take it.

I'm also just a big fan of sheep. Sheep and goats, they're my faves. They're so cute and so fluffy and their little baas ;sdflkfdjf

Right, anyway, I love sheep MC and I love them at all sizes~

[doppel-doodles]

Since everyone is making their own little version of the characters I thought I would join the fun for my Fallen crown Au! These were supposed to be quick little sketches just to get some ideas down but they still took me the whole day:'D will probably change as I draw them but I wanted at least something down on for the time being and I do like how most turned out!

Single versions plus some info and ramblings about each under cut for those interested:

My lamb was mainly based on both, yes the actual player character but also the vibes of my own plathrough which were very "oh god who let this child be in charge?-" while I'll still mostly just call them Lamb I figured they should still have a proper name so I went with my friends @/tamaruaart suggestion as it suits them rather nicely! And most note worthy detail is honestly just the fact that they carry something from each bishops realm on their person now, I like to think they treat those items like little trophies:>

Narinder is probably my weakest I feel like, he definitely needs something to give him some extra "ompf!". I basically made his undertaker fit a sorta reverse or at least loosely inspired by his white robes in game. I imagine he is very boney or a straight up skeleton underneath so he covers it all up beneath heavy fabrics, but because I lack subtly I still covered him in bones regardless-

And yea I kept the veil cause 1. It's a look and 2. It coviently covers up his now sewn shut third eye.

There wasn't much reason behind making him an undertaker, I simply thought it suited him, when your the former god of death you aren't exactly squeamish around corpses. Lastly the dark blues are there to contrast the other followers warm tones, as they kinda seen him as an outcast which is just fine for narinder he isnt exactly thrilled to be here.

I'll put Leshy and Heket together as they were sorta designed as a set.Since they are both youngest among the bishops I sorta latched onto the headcanon that they get along pretty well and just stick together after getting into the cult so they just share a lot of their duties. So I gave them some matching elements like the puffy shorts but also stuff that contrasts like Leshy having looser clothing and Hekets being more tight. Or Heket getting working gloves with a little belt to hold tools plus a hat for the sun, meanwhile Leshy will happily dig through the dirt bare clawed in the sun for hours-

I debated on giving Heket an apron but honestly I think she would only wear one while cooking or tending the farm plots there is no reason for her to wear it casually, the gloves though stay for I reason I utterly love because its PETTY-

Literally the only reason she keeps them on almost constantly is because when the lamb asks she can be like "ew, I'm not touching you with my bare hands." Yes, my humour is broken moving on-

I also gave Leshy a cane just so he actually has something to feel around with when he is areas he isn't too familiar with so he isn't running into crap- on that note, Heket can speak a bit but not exactly loud or for a very long time without seriously hurting her throat, once I properly learn it I definitely wanna draw her using sign language.

Lastly bodies, Leshy was based off a previous drawing I made of him in bishop form, I simply made it less monsterous but he is in charge of chaos so he had to remain a creature- Heket is more straight forward, she is a frog and she is large and in charge.

There was one reason why I made Shamura a tailor and that was the mental image of them sewing the bishops clothes when they were younger and dressing them up all cute.

I went for more pink colors mainly because I thought it better suited the purple and would make their red eyes pop! Honestly I really love their colors they remind me of a Berry! I've drawn shamura before but honestly the only things that stuck were the colors,face and then also the hand markings I did tweak their eyes a bit I wanted something more stern feeling.

For clothing I kept everything nice and loose, while they are the tailor I also love the idea that in their spare time they either teach the youths in the cult or are like the champion of the fighting pit because war is also their domain and they can be- so I wanted them dressed pretty comfy to deal with whatever may come! But still keep everything pretty mature and mildly fancy maybe in the future I'll do some fancy gold and silver embroidery to the pants because of that.

As for body type I wanted them to be pretty thin but unlike Narinder who is twink material under his cloak they have a bit more bulk on top to show that they can choose violence if they so wish-

I adore me some pathetic but still serving men, honestly except for the cross on his belt I completely ignored the fact I made him a medic- If he needs to treat something gross he can throw something over to protect his clothes but just like Heket there is no reason for him to wear that while not working.

Otherwise my main goal was simply to make Kalamar look pretty and fancy. I debated on either short or long bottoms until I realized I'd have to figure out his tentacle situation, then realized I don't hate myself THAT MUCH so bro got put into a floor length gown, work smarter not harder kids.

If I have an excuse to give a character a shawl I will take it so fast.

His body type I mainly wanted to flesh out the roster so I tried making him very squishy and huggable looking, I debated on thinner so he looked more dangly and stretchy but that made him kinda to similar to Narinders build for my liking.

[starfxkrinc]

i feel like as winter’s approaching, we need to discuss how the characters dress! 🤫

FOUND ITTTTTT OK

kitten leans fullf into her darker/metalhead style for sure. thing is she doesnt have a lot of clothes so she just repurposes her warm weather clothes. so def doubling up hosiery and with tghts AND socks, still wears her same boots, and she wears gloves to keep her body temp up. black coffee and cigarettes fiend and switches from ck one to the woodier darker ck be.

pup will always be the oddball of the cut i fear. vibrant colors for sure and she crocheted her own sweaters/scarfs. the sweater is def oversized not cropped though. wavers between skirts and pants she wears both. doubles up the jewelry and makeup in the winter with lots of jewel tones. sticks to lush sun as a solid perfume.

as the resident aquarius foxy loves winter bc she really likes celebrating her birthday. long sleeves and vests and jeans are her go to. adds a light scarf to wear inside bc she's kinda always cold. still very dweeb-esque like nothing about it is purposefully fashionable but shes consistent with her style so she still looks good. switches to hugo boss deep red which her mom gave her years ago.

bunny wants to wear her pink adidas jacket so fucking bad. spends a lot of time on vacation which she only likes bc she can ice skate. is preppy DOWN from ralph lauren to burberry to uggs not necessarily of her own volition but because shes compromising with rafe and fitting in. plus she cant use hee "its too hot" excuse to dress like a ghetto girl. but she still wears a puffer coat instead of something "classier" rafe lets her have that. oversprays love dont be shy in the cold.

bambi THRIVEEEEES in winter. wears a combo of her own clothes, her brothers clothes and barrys. layers them all and its super bulky on her but she tends to stay outside during winter so she really has to keep warm. her family camping/hunting trip is also in fall/winter so she's gearing up for that/ wears the bee gloves that lamb knitted for her.

lamb hates winter, but loves that she can finally wear pants. keeps things super simple, likes to be cozy and generally dresses like she just put on her warm clothes and walked out the door cause she spends most her days in bed sleeping and eating warm soups because she just cannot stay warm. breaks out her grandmothers pearl earrings for winter though. wears bambis hat that she gave her in 6th grade.

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little Daisy Jones pt.2

Karen and Daisy decide it’s time for Daisy to move in with the band!

I’d recommend reading pt.1 first but this also works as a stand alone!!

Tw: drug use, includes Age regression (don’t like, don’t read!)

Word count: 1999

🧸🎶🌼💫

Daisy loved everything about being in the band. She loved recording with the band, she (most of the time) loved writing with Billy. But most of all she loved how much time she got to spend with Karen. After their post-jail encounter, Karen had made Daisy feel more understood and cared for than anyone else had in forever. She called to check in on her, took her out to eat on days they weren’t recording and made sure to get Daisy somewhere private when she was on the verge of regressing in the studio. Usually they’d go into a smaller recording room just off from theirs, it didn’t look like it’d been used in a while and was typically empty. When it was just the two of them Daisy felt no trepidation about being herself, Karen had even gotten her a small toy lamb which she was able to fit in her bag and keep with her wherever she went - his name was Stevie.

“Daisy?” Karen asked one day as they lazed around in the smaller studio, the excuse of ‘girl trouble’ keeping them hidden from the boys. Daisy was stretched out on her stomach in the middle of the room, teeth wearing away at her thumb nail and Stevie tucked under her arm as she messily filled in a page of a colouring book.

“Yeah?” She hummed in response, looking up at Karen who was sitting by the old keyboard.

“Would you ever consider moving in with us?” The question came as quite a shock to little Daisy who dropped her pink crayon immediately. “Only if you’d feel comfortable with it, of course, no pressure,”

“Nuh uh!” Daisy whined, pulling herself up into a sitting position, “I wanna,” she nodded definitively.

“Really?” Karen questioned again. She knew the girl was getting more comfortable with the band but she also knew privacy was important. Mainly Karen wanted Daisy to move in with them so she could keep a better eye on the girl. She’d been trying her best to take care of her since finding out about her little side but there was only so much she could do whilst not living with the girl. Especially in regards to the nightmares she knew plagued Daisy’s sleep, it hurt her to think of the younger girl waking up alone.

“Mhm. Does the band… what do they think?”

“I talked with them the other day, they’re keen,” Daisy grinned happily, wriggling where she sat and reaching up to Karen. Karen smiled, slipping off her seat and pulling Daisy onto her lap.

“M’ can live with you,” Daisy smiled childishly, nuzzling her head against Karen’s shoulder .

“That’s right Daisy-Bird,” Daisy giggled at the nick name,

“A Daisy is a flower, not a bird, silly,” She corrected, shaking her head.

“Oh how very silly of me,” Karen laughed, kissing Daisy’s forehead. “So what do you think? You wanna come live with us,” Daisy nodded,

“And Stevie and Dustie and Bailey can comes too?” She questioned innocently,

“Yes baby, they can all come.” Daisy nodded happily at that response.

“Good.” Karen smiled, rocking Daisy gently in her lap.

“You ready to head back to the studio?” She hated having to stop Daisy from being little but it had already been half an hour and someone would come looking for them soon. Daisy sighed but nodded, rubbing at her face tiredly.

Karen stood up, smoothing out her clothes and grabbing Daisy’s colouring book to stash under one of the arms chairs for when she needed it next. If it was up to Karen everyone would know about Daisy’s little side and they wouldn’t have to hide it like this but she knew the idea of everyone knowing terrified Daisy which was fair enough. When she looked up again Daisy was downing an assortment of pills. She frowned disapprovingly but otherwise stayed quiet, whatever she needed to do.

***

The Six’s house wasn’t exactly a luxury hotel, yet as she walked up the driveway, suitcases in tow, Daisy couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of the new home.

“Daisy!” Karen beamed, standing by the front door clearly having been waiting for her. Daisy smiled, dropping her bags immediately to hug Karen. She smelt loosely of apples and almonds, something Daisy had grown to relate with comfort over the last few weeks. “The boys are all out surfing, they’ll be back later though. And Billy and Cami insisted on coming for dinner,” Daisy nodded silently as Karen took her bag and led her through the house. It certainly had a fair bit of character but the little pieces of each band member littering the house made it feel homely already. Graham’s guitar on the dining table, photos of Julia on the fridge, Warren’s drumsticks in the sink for unknown reasons, Eddie’s coat was on the living room floor and Karen’s jewellery seemed to be on every bookshelf. “Eddie’s moved into the outhouse which means you’re right next door to me. And despite what anyone tells you, it’s not haunted.” Daisy frowned at the odd clarification but was calmed by realising how close her new bedroom really was to Karen’s.

“It’s amazing thank you,” Daisy smiled, hugging Karen again.

Once they’d finished unpacking Daisy’s belongings - Karen hadn’t expected their to be so much as her hotel room had seemed so scarce - Daisy was considering asking Karen if she could be little for a bit. However, before she got up the courage to ask, the loud clattering of the boys returning home seeped through the house. “That’ll be the cavalry,” Karen sighed fondly. Daisy quickly slid Dusty who she’d been fiddling with on her lap under the pillow before following Karen down to greet the guys.

***

The evening was everything Daisy could have wanted it to be. For the first time in her life she felt like she just effortlessly fit in. They joked, drank and laughed until the world was blurring pleasantly. Once Camila and Billy had left and Graham, Warren and Eddie had made their ways off to bed Daisy found she wasn’t left with any sense of loneliness. She didn’t think it was possible to feel alone in a place like this, somewhere where every wall dripped with family.

“Did you have a good night?” Karen asked, curling up next to Daisy on the tattered old couch. Daisy nodded contentedly, resting her head against Karen’s shoulder. “If you wanted, I could help you get to bed?” Whilst the suggestion would���ve sounded peculiar to anyone else, Daisy understood what Karen was suggesting - she could be little now.

“M not sleepy,” Daisy whined petulantly, clearly three steps ahead of Karen in terms of headspace. Karen smiled softly at the younger tone in Daisy’s voice.

“You’ve had a big night kiddo, I think it’s time to head up to bed,” Daisy shook her head defiantly, wrapping her arms around Karen so the older girl wouldn’t leave. “How about some warm milk? That might make you sleepy?” Daisy stilled at the suggestion, nodding quickly. “Yeah? Does that sound good?” Daisy hummed in agreement, letting go of Karen and sitting up.

Karen went into the kitchen, taking out a carton of milk and beginning to prepare it. Daisy winced slightly at the sight of Karen grabbing a mug from the kitchen, her mind flittering to her sippy cup which was stashed away in her bedroom.

“Karen?” Daisy called nervously, picking at the skin on her thumb to soothe her nerves.

“Yeah baby?”

“Could I have it in my sippy?” She asked, barely above a whisper. Karen turned around, face softening as she understood the request.

“Oh silly me, of course you can. Why don’t you run up and grab it?” Daisy nodded happily and (quietly so as not to disturb the sleeping Graham and Warren) made her way up to her new room. When she returned Karen was ready for her and within moments she was holding a warm sippy full of milk.

Karen sat herself back down on the couch, patting the spot next to her for Daisy to join her, instead Daisy settled for climbing into Karen’s lap. Daisy rested her head against Karen’s chest, feeling cocooned between the thrumming of Karen’s heart and the soft hum of the record player. She sighed contentedly, and began to drink the warm silky liquid. Whilst she did this Karen began gently rubbing her back, lulling her into a semi lucid state.

“Eyes open baby girl, we’ve still gotta get you up to bed,” Karen hummed gently, taking the now empty cup from Daisy’s mouth. Daisy whined at the loss of contact, sitting up and rubbing tiredly at her face. “Bed time,” Karen cooed gently. “Go to the bathroom and brush your teeth then I’ll tuck you into bed,” Daisy’s initial reaction was to whine at just the idea of having to brush her teeth which was so boring, but she really wanted Karen to tuck her in so she had to be a good girl.

By the time Daisy got to her bedroom Karen had already laid out her pyjamas, an oversized Bambi t-shirt and pink striped pyjama shorts. It made Daisy’s chest flutter seeing that Karen had put in the effort to make all the grown up decisions on her behalf. She helped Daisy change into her pyjamas and braided her hair out of her face.

“Ok little duck, you ready for bed now?” Daisy nodded happily, climbing under the covers and gently tucking her stuffies under the sheets next to her.

“Karen,” Daisy called quietly as the older girl tucked the covers into the edge of the bed firmly.

“Yeah Daisy?” Daisy just pointed silently at the drawer of her bedside table, which upon opening Karen realised housed only her pacifier. “You don’t have to be nervous to ask for this baby,” Karen hummed softly, handing it to Daisy. Daisy shrugged, happily taking the pacifier from Karen and suckling on it firmly.

“‘Ank you,” she babbled around the pacifier.

“No problem kiddo, you need anything else?” Daisy shook her head, no. Karen kissed her forehead before leaving and Daisy couldn’t help the overwhelming smile which bloomed at the simple gesture. “Goodnight Daisy-bird,” she cooed as she turned out the light.

“Night night.” Daisy mumbled back.

***

Daisy woke, mere hours later, heart thrumming in her ears and sheets tangled haphazardly like vines around her legs. Her cheeks were damp with tears and her whole body felt trembly and sore. The room was terrifyingly dark and she could see the horrors of her sleep looming in every corner. Her first reaction was to reach for the pills stashed on her bedside table, but for the first time in a while she didn’t want them, she wanted Karen.

Hesitantly, but fast so as not to be caught by anything that could be lurking nearby, she clambered out of her bed - her pacifier and Dusty clutched tightly in her hands - and slipped into Karen’s room. The Blonde was fast asleep, peacefully splayed out across her bed and safe from the dreams which followed Daisy wherever she went. Gently Daisy slipped in next to her, she probably should’ve asked or just grown up and gone back to her own bed, but the terrified child inside of her saw no option but to seek Karen’s comfort. Karen stirred next to her, waking at the intrusion on her bed.

“Daisy?” She yawned sleepily, rubbing at her eyes.

“Sorry,” Daisy whispered, curling herself up as small as possible.

“Don’t be sorry baby,” Karen smiled softly, reaching out to wipe the tears from Daisy’s cheeks. “What happened? A bad dream?” Daisy nodded, sniffling sadly and slipping her pacifier back into her mouth. “Oh my poor thing,” Karen cooed, wrapping Daisy up in her arms. “Nothing to worry about now ok, little duck? I’ll keep you nice and safe.” Daisy sighed contentedly, melting into Karen’s embrace. Her racing nerves calmed at the contact, nothing could hurt her here.

🧸🎶🌼💫

Might start posting these on Ao3 so that they’re all in the same place :)

[canisbeasts-ooc]

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since the idea popped up in my head so:

Pokémon that fit the grumblr ocs, be that thematically, practically, or just cause they feel like they fit! :>

Sphinx and Respit

Lykoii and Styrss

Calbhach

Extra thoughts under the cut

Okay so this is only a portion of the Pokémon I think would fit each character, but here’s a few notes I wanna share:

Sphinx: I love the idea of her having intimidating and terrifying Pokemon, just like how she has a love for terrifying lusii. I imagine a lot of the pokemon she has are ex-battlers or stuff along those lines. The Starmie is also specifically cause of the fact she lives closer to a body of water. Chimecho is there cause she loves bells and little chiming noises, and I think it’d be a very cute partner pokemon! The Samurott is shiny cause it’s an otter-like pokemon and the white matches lusii :].

Respit: He naturally has a lot of plant/garden based pokemon and I think it’s fun :D The Jumpluff may have originally been a Hoppip gifted to him by Sphinx! The Grafaiai admittedly feels out of place but it just feels like it fits, and I like Respit having a poison type. The Dubwool is obvious given Sheepmom and the lamb associations, while the Mudbray and Dwebble kinda fit into general pokemon I think he would work very well with and could help out in the garden!

Lykoii: Okay. I could not help from giving the purple/violet cat guy some cute cat-like pokemon. The Sylveon would probably come about later once he kinda accepts himself more and heals a little bit, doesn’t come until at least he would be into the game or such. The Naclstack just feels right, something that grounds him. I couldn’t help from putting the mew as a cute little cat with some space associations due to Arceus and such. Same with the Minior. I think the Psychic types also work well with his later connection to Calixtus, as a Judge of mind. The Decidueye just felt like it fits, and I think it’s nice to have both him and Sphinx have shiny Hisuian starters together.

Styrss: It’s very obvious she has a fair bit of theming around death and how that affects life, and her team reflects that a lot! I thought the shiny Brambleghast and Morelull just looked very nice and fit better with her being shiny, but her physical isolation may also mean that vulnerable ‘mon might feel a bit safer, idk! The Forretress just feels like it fits, that’s just hers! Plus, I think it’s Pokédex entries about being rooted in one spot and safe in its little dwelling fit Styrss a lot too. Bonsly is kinda there cause you can’t have death without life, and also I think Styrss would like another silly little critter there beside Morelull.

Calbhach: ooooh boy :]. First off, as a lord of light I thought it was a pretty pretty fun idea to give him bright pokemon, and the idea of shinies having a sort of, well, shininess, lends really well to that. A lot of his pokemon are yellow and pink, yellow both for his aspect of light and his sibling Calfuray, and pink for Calixtus. I find it very nice how with the intersection of the shininess and his sibling’s colors, most of these Pokemon are blue or cool toned originally, only taking on the yellows and pinks when shinied. He has a lot of object pokemon both because I think it fits him well with his whole unrelenting scientific force thing, but also cause I think in a way, even if only subconsciously, he wouldn’t allow himself to have many comfortable things, he has more important things to tend to, in his opinion. Even still, his Pokémon would be very well cared for. It’s very clear his dear Pokemon have never been battlers of any sort. Ultimately, he will try his best to fight, and lose, his battles alone. Also, I couldn’t put it here cause there were only so many slots but he absolutely has a shiny pinkish-colored Absol too :>

[rosedarkness24]

Cult Shenanigans

Ghost stories

POV Ash

If you had told Ash 80 years ago that she would have her life turned upside down by a green wort worm, be put up for sacrifice to a God she didn't even know, and then saved by a adorable little lamb. She would've socked you in the face and told you to get back to work. Her old village wasn't big by any means. Smaller than the campsite they are at now. Resources were slim, and food was scarce. Being the only girl out of a litter of 7 kits, she had to learn how to fight to survive. But they were happy, and the future was looking up as they had gotten a big shipment of resources and seeds. Though they weren't expecting that the shipment was a trap.

Now, 80 years later, the last surviving member of the village. She has died, been resurrected, died again, and been resurrected yet again. For what, she honestly didn't care to know. She knew she was going to be resurrected. The Lamb always let them know, though sometimes even the Lamb couldn't keep up with who wasn't here and who was. She'd been watching her fearless leader running around doing tasks about the camp. More than what they should be doing in her honest opinion.

The heat of the day was over and giving way to the cool night breeze. The sun would be setting soon, and soon, their work day would come to an end. Shifting on her stiff legs, she let's her butt plop down onto the ground before just falling backward and groaning in tiredness. A stifled chuckle comes from her side, Keith finally making noise after three hours.

"What's wrong, Ash? Getting tired of worshipping the Lamb finally?" A feminine voice echoing across the statue. Of course, Valefar would jump on the chance to poke some fun at her.

"Not as tired as you are after a night with Thorn~" her retort was quick, gaining a dramatic gasp from the fluffy pink cat at her side.

"We have not done the naughty! We just chat a lot that's all."

"And the giggling with sounds of what is clearly you two making out?" She bumps her tail to the cat's arm.

"It's absolutely normal for couples to make out. You're the weird one without someone. Heck, even Keith has a crush on someone." Thron was not having it. Not that she could blame him, everyone has teased him for somehow managing to swing two former followers of the choas God.

"Yeah! You literally fit the lone wolf vibe like our leader. Go find someone or just ask the leader out." Yeah, that wasn't happening. From the number of times she had been witness to the Lamb's rejections, she could tell they didn't really like anyone more than as their flock.

"How about you shove it up your ass Valefar."

"Bitch! I am saying you need a life outside of devoting your existence to the Lamb and Death." She wasn't wrong. All Ash has done since she's been here was devote herself to the Lamb and The One Who Waits. But it's not like a 24.7 thing, she does hang out with her friends, just not as much as she likes showing her devotion. She wanted so desperately to be at the Lamb's side. To be the once they confide in, but so far, they have been distant.

"Well, if we're done poking fun at each other, let's head to bed. Night fall is upon us soon."

"You're dodging the topic, Ash~" The fuzzy red silk worm moves past the statue over to the group. Closing Ash in their little bubble.

"I have a life outside of devoting myself to our God and Lamb. I just know when to separate work from play." Sitting up off the ground finally, she stretched out her back a bit. She wasn't able to do an actual full stretch while sitting on the ground like Thorn. But in a way, she counts that as a blessing. She knows her limits.

"Plus, isn't this like our job? We power the Lamb to help free our God. What else could anyone wish for?" The looks she got weren't ones she liked.

Keith scratches the back of his head. Despite him being the first follower, he never really seemed to be eager about all this. More than once, has he fought with the Lamb about their decisions. And while she understood his values didn't aline well with the Lamb's. It's those same values that have kept him from his death. Those same values showed him that it was okay to be flawed.

"Ash.... I don't think we should sacrifice our health..... especially our mental health." He nervously taps his fingers together. "And That's kinda worrisome behavior...."

"Oh, okay. So we all know Keith is a skeptical bitch." Valefar claps her hands together and takes a deep breath, shooting a glare at Keith who was trying to speak again. "We aren't saying love is devotion. There's a difference, and while you do have devotion. You clearly also have a thing for the Lamb."

How can she have a thing for the Lamb? She wasn't even sure they even thought she was even a friend. Isn't this a little jumping the gun? She sighs, pitching the bridge of her snout out of frustration.

"While you're might not be wrong about me wanting to know them more, that's it. I don't know about you, but I don't think they even know that we exist outside what we do." She pushes herself up off the ground and brushes herself off. "Plus, looking at this from a more modest perspective, I want to be someone they can trust. And I will do so without pushing them out of their boundaries."

Thorn smiles softly and takes her arm into his. "I agree with this. That's a lot healthier way of getting into a relationship compared to my way."

"Oh? Was me pin-"

"Aaaaaahhh! Valefar nooooo!" Quickly, the pink cat covers his taller lover's mouth.

----

Night had fallen hours ago yet. Sleep didn't come for the four, so to combat this, they decided to sneak off to the temple to tell ghost stories. Like scarring the shit out of each other would fix their insomnia. It mostly fueled Valefar's and Ash's gremlin behavior as Keith was too easily spooked by things, and Thorn was so fluffy when they got to scare him.

Keith had been bad at telling ghost stories compared to the rest. Thorn's while can be scary. It was more a predictable scary. Valefar's genuinely scared them all. For a former follower of chaos, she definitely showed follower of death traits long before all this. Graphically telling of true horror stories about things she has done in the past to those who didn't follow the old faith.

Meanwhile, Ash seemed to be more on the supernatural side of ghost stories. Her turn, having rolled around again, She was growing tired. But the others clearly were still wide awake. It was definitely close to midnight or past midnight now. And none of them are going to want to wake up tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, letting her mind clear so she could tell her story. Her ear flicks, and she opens her eyes, an idea in mind now.

"You ever hear about the Lambs that were all sacrificed? What happened to their souls?" Her voice had drops a bit with the seriousness in it.

"A bit of an insensitive story, Ash." Keith crossed his arms, not amused by this at all. And he wouldn't be wrong if he wasn't the one pointing it out. But so far, there were no objects to her using this topic.

"Oh, shut up, Keith. Valefar has been telling fucking old faith stories this whole time." Thorn jabs back to the fawn. "Continue with your story, Ash. I know that I personally never heard anything about what happened to the lambs' souls before."

A smirk danced on the fox's lips as Thorn allowed her to continue. "In my old village, not too far from this campground actually." A lie, "We had worked throughout the night, and when night falls, the barrier between life and death is lowered by the magic in the air. So it was a great time to craft magic infused items to make a protective barrier around the village. Like how the Lamb has those just outside the campground." She gestures to where the stone wall would be outside the temple.

"That night, me and my brother, Jackson, were assigned this task. We hadn't ever done this before. So we spent the whole day learning each one who what they were supposed to do." She leans back and reaches up into the air.

"We came up with a game plan. I would take care of my half of the village while he did his half. It's quicker that way. And we could possibly get a few more hours of sleep." Grabbing onto the air, a silent gesture to how untrue their thoughts were.

"Everything started out fine. I was able to get halfway through my side in such a short time. Finding the whole process of blessing and crafting a mind-numbing experience. I guess I never really noticed the movement in the treeline till I was just mear inches from it."

The room was silent in her momentary pause. She had captured their attention now. "I would not lie. If a doll could be made creepy, it was then. Because right in front of me was a doll of a lamb. One poorly made, I guess it had been made by a lamb if I were to think about it clearly now. Though at the time, it wasn't something we'd make. So, seeing it hanging from a string on its neck really freaked the hell out of me."

Keith's face contorted to confusion, as well as Thorn's. Both had been expecting her to scare them then. Valefar was more interested now. For her, this wasn't normal behavior of a sane person. This was the behavior of someone who genuinely wanted to get a reaction out of Ash.

"I don't really know how to explain it, so this might sound shitty. But just looking at that doll gave me this more unsettling feeling, like something, or someone was just trying to get my attention. I felt like I needed to quickly finish what I was doing there before anything else were to happen." She leans forward. "After a while, though, you can't ignore the eyes, bareing into you back."

The boys both tense up unsettled by the feeling. Being so invested that they themselves felt the pinpricks of goosebumps crawling around their backs. It felt so real to what Ash was saying, as if they actually did have eyes on their backs. Thorn's fur raised making him much larger that he truly was.

"Time didn't seem to go so fast anymore. Going back to a sail pase, as their was silence in the air around me. Nothing dared to make a sound other than me. Cross, wrap, bless, cross, wrap bless." They all seemed to be sitting on the edge ready for something, anything to happen. Uneasiness filled the air as if they were being circled by a predator.

"Snap... I broke one of the sticks." She hangs on the eerie silence. "It's next to me now. I can feel its breath down the side of my neck. But I dare not to look. Don't look Don't-"

"WhErE's My HeAd~" The deeper, monotone, broken voice of a half awake grumpy Lamb comes just beside Thorn and Keith. Causing both to scream in pure terror and scrabble out of the temple. A very shocked and scared Valefar was dragged out by her hairbairned boyfriend. All this just cracked the fox up.

She heard the Lamb coming out of their hiding spot within the temple before. Where exactly that was, she didn't even care. It was just convenient for her to scare the others to bed. She'd been laughing hysterically at her peers. She looked over to the Lamb in her fit of laughter.

They were smiling rather amused as well from the whole interaction. "Having fun there, my dear?" They stepped into the light, the red glow around their mouth and eyes flipping back into their natural look. Though lately after the first bishop's death, their eyes have been slowly turning more red by the day.

"Very my Lamb. It's about time we headed to bed. Thank you for helping them to bed."

There was silence as the Lamb watched her from where she sat. She was suddenly very glad that she was a black fox, as she could feel embarrassment crawling at her.

"....Rest here for the night. It'll keep them in bed." They move over the the podium. Opening up the side and pulling out a few blankets and bags of wool as pillows. "Plus, you look like you're about to pass out right here and now. So bedrest is in order." They smile at her seemingly to be completely unaware of her embarrassment.

"Thank you, my L-"

"Max.... my name is Maximum, but call me Max."

"Thank you, Max." She smiles softly up to them, glad to see them opening up, even a little bit.

[bloodtwin]

&&.┆THE BAG OF BONES ☠️ INBOX.  

@accultant sent:

They were fretting, that's what their mom called it, fretting and they couldn't stop. How could they? Their twin brother was in pain and no one would do anything. Their mom, who Iago obviously considered the greatest healer of all time ( there was nothing she couldn't fix ), couldn't figure out what was wrong. A healer - a 'professional' - had visited to absolutely no avail. They couldn't afford another opinion ( Iago had listened to their parents' hushed conversation through the door to figure that part out ). So they were just expected to wait it out. To see if the fever would break on it's own. Iago doesn't understand how they can stand it. It hurts. It hurts Puck, and in turn, it hurts Iago. Their parents made them sleep in their room, while the room they shared with Puck was just for him and whichever parent was watching over him at the moment. Something about it scaring the young Iago to see their brother in so much pain ( another piece of conversation they earned from the other side of a door. such a nosy child ... ). It's during one of these late-night, hushed conversations over the kitchen table that they creep across the hall back to their room. Their steps have always been quiet, their presence so easy to ignore, even with their doting parents - it isn't hard. Puck is in his bunk, sweat beaded on his brow, maybe not even fully awake or aware as Iago hovers over him. They climb onto the bed beside him, sitting on their knees, the two of them small enough that it hardly makes a dent in the bed. Iago tucks the blankets around him like how their father does when sending the twins back to sleep after they have a nightmare. They are fretting. "Dandelion," they whisper, oh-so-quietly, not wanting to wake him if he really is getting a few moments of sleep. "I came to see you."

PUCK NEVER GOT SICK. Always had a high pain tolerance. He barely felt it when he broke his leg, and the bone healed overnight. 

Iago was the one more susceptible to disease. To pain. They were WEAK less durable. Had a poor immune system & a queasy stomach. Couldn’t take care of themselves if they tried; a sorcerer, the child of a seasoned cleric, yet they couldn’t heal their own wounds. 

Puck knew very little magic, but their mother taught him enough to tend to his glass sibling’s easily-obtained cuts & bruises. Sometimes, when Iago felt ill, Puck could put a gentle palm on their forehead, and their fever would pass within a minute or less. Their father called it, along with the duo’s other quirks, twinstincts. He would chuckle when saying this, but Puck found the tightness of his smile to be strange. 

Only later in life would he recognize the laughter as an attempt to mask uneasiness. The Darlingtons loved their children deeply, unconditionally, but they had been in over their heads since the beginning. 

Puck hadn’t really understood what pain was until he came down with a fever so hot it all but burned his mother’s hand when it graced his sweat-soaked brow. 

It felt as if his skin was SHEDDING. Peeling off in slow, agonizing waves. Something was growing inside of him, and it wanted out, no matter the cost. He didn’t know what it was, only that he was not his body’s singular host anymore. It was HUNGRY. It wanted something from him. Wanted to take something from him.  

Had he the strength to move his arms, he would have scratched himself until he bled, but all he could do was writhe until he wept & weep until he buckled under the overwhelming exhaustion. 

He drifted in & out of fitful dreaming, visions of thick, pink string & the white wool of a lamb left in the mud flickering behind his eyelids. They made his stomach turn worse than it already was, and he rose only to vomit, hoping that would exorcise whatever monster made a home in his spine. His spine that the monster stretched & pulled & poked at, bending it. Reshaping it to suit its own needs. 

HE MISSED IAGO. The world around him came & went without his noticing, he did not know how much time had passed, yet he knew his twin was not with him. It would be easier, he had thought, if Iago were there to hold his hand. The monster in his bones purred at this, however, and Puck realized then what it was it wanted to take from him. For the first time, he dreaded seeing his twin. 

He knew, before they even walked in, that Iago was outside the door. He could hear them. Smell them. He’s hungry. Go away. Please. 

They don’t. They never will. Deep down, he knows this. For the first time, the thought does not comfort him. 

When they settle in the bed with him, his eyes barely peek open. They nestle him in the blankets, and his whole body shivers. His brow creases, troubled & anxious. 

❝ Ia . . . ❞ He has to force their name out of his mouth, a clumsy mumble that’s almost inaudible. ❝ Shouldn’t- What if . . . you get sick t-too  ？❞ 

They won’t. He knows they won’t. 

[ofgentleresolve]

@wellfell sent in: drenched in sunlight , waves are peacefully brushing over the soft sand . she hates sunlight with the same passion she's been hating momoko since middle school . her beach party was loud , unlike what they thought of her , akina wasn't keen to exist in crowded places like these but at least she looked good . under the shade , sipping her cool berry juice with her pink sunglasses on . pissed , bored , and exceptionally aware of the fact that her old friends hasn't forgotten about the scandals that had her name on it . . . all went smooth until lamon approached her — she was peacefully brooding and glaring at the sea until he sat beneath the cool shadow of the shade beside her . and smiled a little . ❛ did momoko got tired of eyeing me and send you to check on me ? if she keeps calling me miss dracula i will break her jaw . go tell her that . ❜ of course momoko didn't send him , lamon doesn't listen to anyone . she didn't even know with such thick walls of ice between him and his friends , why exactly he appeared . maybe the same reason she did , to see him .

Here’s how life goes: it happens and then expects you to act like it never did. Is that how they think he should act? What, with the way they disappeared into thin air in the aftermath of the accident, only to reappear two years later with some kind of squeal like ‘oh my god, I haven’t seen you in like forever, how have you been my guy?’. Those were the same people who didn’t even bother to visit him in the hospital, let alone send a text. And now they come crawling back like nothing ever happened? Like he’s still the same shadow from two years ago, the naive lamb who would take everything said to him at face value.

Yeah right.

Momoko’s beach party sounded like a drag, from the very beginning. For one thing, the more Co*caine Don*nald’s new roommate talked about, the less it sounded like a meetup so much as a frat party, but copy-and-pasted onto a beach. Why would he go when his roommate already drags him to the beach ( in the middle of the night too- some would say it’s sketchy, but again, who cares, it’s four in the morning, no one should be giving a shit at this time ) anyways? This is just the same, except now he has to put sunblock on if he doesn’t want to burned.

But he’s here anyway, half-tuned out to whatever the hell Momoko and the others are saying. The only reason he knows her is because she was friends with Robin back in the day. ‘Was friends’ because he’s pretty sure she’s not taking the time to go see her up north. He has a red solo cup holding some mysterious blue liquid, which he has no intention on finishing. It’s easy to see how strong the punch is just by the sheer amount of time it took for people to get plastered. Why did he change his mind again?

“Why would she ask me that? She can do her own bidding.” That and if she did ask Lam that, he’d cuss her out instead. At the very least he’d say if she’s so intent on harassing someone she invited, she damn well better have the guts to do it herself. He takes the seat next to the only tolerable person at this party. If the others are busy getting smashed, heating up as hot as the summer sun shining down on them, then Akina is the SEA BREEZE. 

( The wind, day or night, has always been his favorite part of the beach. )

“If you’re Count Dracula, then she can be a WEREWOLF- loud and furry.” Which would be fitting for her, he doesn’t add. Knees brush against Akina’s bare ones. In all technicalities, she doesn’t have to be here either, doesn’t have to hang around these people who smile to her face but give back-handed comments behind her back. 

So why did she go?

( He could ask himself the same question, really. When a mutual friend mentioned that Akina would also be invited, he looked up from his phone for a long moment- she always does that to him, making him stop what he’s doing and listen. He has her number so he could’ve asked her point blank if she would be going. That would be the easiest way to know and to see her.

But then again, for all the times they could be direct with each other, they…aren’t. And besides, if they can just keep ‘meeting up by circumstance’ then it’s all the more convenient, isn’t it? People will talk either way. )

He motions towards the water and the shoreline that stretches in parallel. “...Wanna ditch? They won’t notice if we’re gone for a while.”

[kaleidoscopiccc]

yapping time!!

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

coffee mugs all the way

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

chocolate bars, I hate lollipops I love chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

loud. very very loud. lots of personality. (I was one of those kids who was convinced she was a grown adult)

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

can

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

grunge, i don't think i have a specific aesthetic i just kinda wear what i think looks cool, its just that most of the time what looks cool is black clothes

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones, earbuds give me a headache

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows, not the biggest film connoisseur

9. favorite smell in the summer?

I spend my more memorable summers in turkey so simit vendors next to the Mediterranean Sea, also more recently burnt popcorn

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

I was really good at solo badminton if that makes sense, not much else, not excited to have to take pe again

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

toast. I love toast

12. name of your favorite playlist?

oh all of my rtc characters playlists, rn it’s “oceans gonna take you down // ocean oconnell rosenberg - rtc” and “like a lamb to the slaughter // penny lamb - rtc/legoland”, also “don't you worry about your curly hair” im very emotionally attached to

13. lanyard or key ring?

lanyard, I lose stuff too easily

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

 I can get behind anything sour 

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

to kill a mockingbird :3

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

my pair of tennis shoes of the year

18. ideal weather?

RAIN GOD PLEASE I WANT RAIN

19. sleeping position?

ok the long side of my bed is up against a wall so there’s this perfect corner that I can fit my entire front body body into and it’s the comfiest thing ever

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

notes app but using the draw function or notebook, i like writing things

21. obsession from childhood?

I’ve retained a good amount of Greek mythology knowledge from 4-7th grade

22. role model?

it’s so cringe but basically all the cyclone actors that regularly interact w me i love all of them w all my heart

23. strange habits?

I meow a lot. but like. just the word meow. that might just be a stimming thing idk. idk a lot of things.

24. favorite crystal?

any one w pretty colors, I’m a little crow at heart

25. first song you remember hearing?

hello by adelle

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

stay home. its never just warm in az, always boiling

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

again, its never cold, just a little cool. so hanging out w friends :3

28. five songs to describe you?

Letter to my 13 year old self (i too have curly hair and a foreign name and wish to be a star), pink pony club, the prophecy, the grudge, youre gonna go far

29. best way to bond with you?

ASK ME QUESTIONS! MAKE ME TAKE STUPID ONLINE PERSONALITY QUIZZES! LET ME INFODUMP!

30. places that you find sacred?

the theater, I LOVE the theater

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

tank top, leather jacket, mini skirt, bandana, sick ass earrings

33. most used phrase in your phone?

btw

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

ay. gaz. duh duh duh!

35. average time you fall asleep?

12ish

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

vines compilations

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

dufflebag

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade. lemonsssss……..

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

lemon cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

kid dressed up as jesus went around dapping up 5th graders

41. last person you texted?

@wa3v3y

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pocket

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

leather jacket

44. favorite scent for soap?

rose

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

my moms childhood clothes I stole

47. favorite type of cheese?

I hate cheese, if I have to pick, mozzarella 

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

vişne :3

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

fuck it, we ball

51. current stresses?

school soon…………

52. favorite font?

fonts are a pain

53. what is the current state of your hands?

long black nails idk how else to explain it I like my hands

55. favorite fairy tale?

NASRETIN HOCA

56. favorite tradition?

I make chocolate pudding every new years, thats very fun i think, i also just like chocolate pudding

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

November 2022, June 2023, September 2023

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I’m really flexible despite not having much visible muscle, I have a really good semi-short term memory, and I can recite the entire script of ride the cyclone word for word

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

I should’ve stayed home …

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

magical girl, I really wanna be a magical girl

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“I would gladly take my 17 years over nothing”

62. seven characters you relate to?

every cyclone character (this counts as 3), amity blight, lisa frankenstein, beth march, christine canigula

64. favorite website from your childhood?

friv 2016, I was SUCH a flash game girl

65. any permanent scars?

acne scars, don’t pick at your skin kids

66. favorite flower(s)?

call me basic but I really do love roses, and forget me nots! I love forget me nots!!

67. good luck charms?

not a charm but I always re-paint my nails when I REALLY need something to go well

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

your skin doesn’t actually have sensors for “wet”, your brain uses surrounding context clues to figure out what actually feels wet

70. left or right handed?

right, I do use my left for basically everything else though

71. least favorite pattern?

fake paint

72. worst subject?

chemistry. it’s not even hard I just don’t listen in class

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

like a 7

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

like 4 or 5, i was very early to everything

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

in n out french fries

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

gas station coffee, coffee is coffee

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

don’t have a drivers license but my school id is Pretty Damn Bad

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

earth tones, I love me browns and blacks and greens

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

fireflies

82. pc or console?

PC PC PC I HATE CONSOLE PC AND ALWAYS PC

83. writing or drawing?

writing, my ability to draw is far too inconsistent

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie, i have 2 sitting in my closet rn

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies! I make some banger chocolate chip cookies

87. your greatest fear?

everyone love leaving me, and death, isn't that everyones

88. your greatest wish?

come out wout anyone caring

89. who would you put before everyone else?

@wa3v3y hi tagged you twice. love you.

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamp, dim enough for ambience, bright enough to comfortably see

93. nicknames?

hate them, hate them so bad

94. favorite season?

autumn! ultimate weirdgirl season!!!

95. favorite app on your phone?

tumblr, hi guys

96. desktop background?

trinity ride the cyclone!!!!

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

one… my moms….

98. favorite historical era?

tudor dynasty!

weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

[hemihr12005]

Fundies S2W1

We did a similar project to the childen's story book in graphic design stream. This time making a 12 page book on in design i want to focus more on type and imagery.

our brief was to create:

we also needed to include:

i used 3 different paragraph styles. one for titles, one for subheadings and one for body text.

i used a lot of images, which i edited on photoshop.

i wanted to create a collage of frame of flowers and the characters from each nursery rhyme/ story included in the book. i ended up editing a lot of images in photoshop for this by making them black and white and removing backgrounds (also adding some pencil drawings to them through photoshop). I used this for the end page. i also added two drawings i drew on paper and then turned into illustrations. below is the two drawings on paper and then how they ended up on illustrator. i then put them into photoshop and duplicated the layers and flipped them horizontally to create the whole moth/butterfly. i also edited the overlapping parts too in photoshop. i turned the opacity down on the in design page spread beacsue i found they were a lot darker than the other illustrations i had on the page.

on the page above i also created one of the flowers on illustrator using the pencil tool and curves.

on my end page i also created the penguin books penguin on illustrator using pen tool and bezier curves.

i made the stomach colour the same as the book back cover so it would blend well.

the teacher also helped me align one of my pages better. the type size was adjusted smaller, and increased the leading. i think this helped a lot with the alignment and made the page look a lot better. i think i just ran out of space and didn't want to change the font size, but the small change helped the page to look a lot better.

the original is on the left and the changed on the right. the one on the right is just more spacious and better to look at.

pages in order:

for my front cover i found this wreath that i really liked. it had lots of stock marks so i removed them in photoshop using pen and patch tool. i really liked the composition and colours and style. i really like old style book illustrations and wanted to have a similar theme for my book. i originally just had the title as children's storys, but i felt something was missing so i added & nursery rhymes. i think this made the page a lot more balanced. i also used blue for the font originally, but i changed to yellow to match the flowers and be more complimentary to the background.

For my end pages i found a pattern i liked. i edited in photoshop to be black and white because it was originally pink. i then turned the opacity down because i thought it was to bright. i like this pattern as it is floral so it fit in with the rest of my book and it looks nice and simple.

for content page i found an image i liked of flowers and then i edited a different composition on photoshop and added a few different flowers from other images. I used middle alignment for the title, and changed the font size of the story so it would be in equal length to ‘children’s’ I did this to create a square looking alignment. I was going to use middle alignment for the page numbers too but with the number it looked really bad so I changed it to left alignment. This looked a lot better but there were a few orphans so I changed the font and tracking so all the books would fit on one line.  For the first story “Mary had a little lamb” I ended up getting help to real align the page to make it less cramped. Other than that change which I talked about earlier - I kept the nursery rhyme into fours lines and made sure I had no orphans or widows. I used an all cap title, a subheading for the author and body text for the story. I used a coloured illustration on this page since the content page had colour. I liked this image I found because it also had the vintage look of older books - with the watercolour style that I like - and have on the front cover. The image also featured a girl and lambs which I thought fit the story well.

For ‘I’m a little teapot’ story I used the same text as the previous story but I kept the font the original paragraph setting I had which was 16. I used return shift to create the text paragraphing. I used a teapot image, illustrated with black and white with what looks like pen. I chose this because in old book design they often used black illustrations in children’s book - for example old Winnie the Pooh books. I really like this style and as I sad earlier I wanted an older sort of styled book design. for ‘itzy bitzy spider’i used the same format and type of image. I liked this image as it included a spider, a web and some flowers. I liked the flowers because it is a recurring theme throughout the book. I also like that the spider is not a super realistic image, because children are often scared of spiders. 

For ‘ring o’ roses’ I wanted to have a literal image of a ring of roses or a wreath of roses. I found an image that was in the watercolour style I liked. I decided to keep this in colour, even though most of the illustrations I have are in black and white. I tried it in black and white but it didn’t look as good, and I feel like colour shows off the rose illustration nicely. I used middle alignment for text and put the text inside the ring of roses. For hare and the tortoise i used lots of soft return for the paragraphing. I also used it at the end to use emphasis on the last line, because that is the main meaning behind the story. I used a tortoise illustration for the bottom of the page, the illustration was originally brown so I changed it into black and white. 

in this i used multiple images and then edited them on photoshop to black and white and removed the backgrounds. i also edited some of them - moving thing around/ removing things ect. I chose these images because i thought they looked good and matched the rest of my book while also relating back to the characters from the stories i used. i wanted it to look nice while also matching the rest of the book and i think i achieved this. i like the colour as well and think i child would like to look at this. the only thing i would change next time is to make a more simple back cover - as while this is pretty back covers are usually pretty bland. So this could be used as a front cover next time.

i enjoyed this task, as i enjoyed thinking to what i would like as a child when i made this. i also enjoyed playing around more on photoshop, in design and illustrator. i definitly leant some new things through trail and error as well as soft returns which the teacher taught us. my favourite thing was making arrangements on photoshop and INdesign. i think children would like my book design and stories and do think a children could easily read the storys themselves. I think its a really pretty book and an adult reading it to their kids would also (hopefully) enjoy the illustrations. i think if i were to do this again i would do a make the back cover the front cover, do a more simple back cover (maybe just keep the rabbit and do more of a blurb), and make the book all black and white. i would also change the order of the page spreads i would swap 6 & 7 for 8 & 9 because the 'ring o' roses' story is in colour and would look better near the colour pages - originally i chose the order of pages this way so 'the hare and the tortoise' would be last on content page, because i originally couldn't fit the name on one line, so i wanted it to be the last story. I would also make the books content page background colour white. lastly I would try to add some more vectors. I got a little annoyed with the vectors because I couldn't really make illustrations in the same style as the style i was going for. i found i could only really make line art when i wanted to create more sketchy illustrations (which i ended up doing on photoshop instead with the pencil tool). although i did manage to create the style i wanted by converting sketches i drew, into vectors on illustrator with a tool called 'convert sketch into vector'.

[lunanheartache]

u know what i think this one has a funny ending (read: stupid but i had a fun time). this is just some silly lambgars. they have a good time together. 4424 words & oh shit this is a year old next month 😦

expect: t4t (it's lambgar), dick pumping (lots of dick talk haha), dirty talk, oral, frotting, d/s dynamics, vague brief objectification / cockwarming

it's early.

it feels early, at least. the light from the windows is dull and gray, doing nothing to brighten the room. it makes it look like dawn, or just before, sun beaten down by the steady rain on the roof.

maybe it's late. maybe he slept in.

j'gar stretches with a groan. he's alone in bed, lamb's side of it cool but unmade. that feels like a sign he slept in.

whoops.

but lamb knows how to take care of the day, can handle feeding the animals and getting eggs and milk. the rain makes it easier for him anyway. doesn't have to water the farm, doesn't have to deal with the well or carrying buckets from the river. j'gar can be a little lazy if he wants.

he rolls onto his back, enjoying the warmth and softness of his bed. sleep keeps his head fuzzy like cotton. he could just go back to sleep. catch up on older missed hours, even though he's been better recently. much better. seven months better, with his strength back and-

honestly, in some ways, he's better than before. his endurance might need some work and his scars are an adjustment with a long time left to mature, but those salves from doc lupin have been so good. there was always that disconnect between himself and his masculinity and now. now, now he has this salve. what it is, actually, who knows, but his voice is deeper, tusks bigger, the whole of him hairier and a bit sweatier and-

mm, there's an idea.

j'gar glances at the bedroom door. it's closed, no sounds of life on the other side. lamb probably won't come back in the room unless he's really late, so he should have a few moments to himself.

he lets his eyes fall closed. spreading his legs, j'gar slides his palm over his underwear, over his dick, bigger even soft with the salves. that's good. that's so good.

there's something about it, feeling his dick get hard now because it does. it swells eagerly under his attentions, a certain hardness that just makes itself known through the cloth. natural and good and right.

so good. j'gar hums a low sound in his throat. he rocks his hips against the heel of his palm, but the friction catches sensitive on the head. resting his hand on his stomach, he teases his fingers through the hair there and lets the arousal linger in his gut for a moment. admires the easy feeling. it'll be better once he's wet, but the salves - something about them makes it difficult, makes that softness slow and weak. he'll get there.

he slides his fingers under the waistband of his underwear to slot his dick between them. squeezes just a little.

he thinks about lamb. lamb sits in his lap in the sunset like she did last week. they split a slice of strawberry pie like usual, like normal, like always. it was sweet. it is sweet. lamb is sweet, makes gentle little noises because he has j'gar fucking him here. in the fantasy, j'gar is naked because he doesn't need clothes to make lamb feel good. lamb just has his skirt hiked up a bit so j'gar can get his cock in him, and he doesn't have to move, can just have j'gar fuck him and eat his half of the pie; can just enjoy everything.

j'gar grips lamb's waist. she fits so well under his hands. his cock fits so well in him too, not too big or too small. he's thick, though, enough that he stretches lamb out around him. not that he gets to see with their skirt over them. he can just feel it, how lamb opens for him, wet and yielding. she clenches down on him sometimes, but he's not allowed to cum. he has to make lamb feel good, wants to, wants to be so good for them.

lamb glances over her shoulder at him. his ears are just pink. "slow down a bit, sweetheart," he says.

"ah, sorry, sorry," j'gar says, half a whine. "getting close."

"can you still be good or do you need a little break?"

j'gar curls forward, presses his forehead to lamb's back. he feels fuzzy, heat pulsing in his hips. "break. break, please."

"of course, jay." lamb settles fully into his lap, keeping j'gar buried in him. "you're doing so good, telling me. are you okay like this?"

"enjoying yourself there?" lamb's voice - lamb's actual voice - asks.

"lamb!" j'gar yelps, yanking his hand away. he jolts upright.

lamb stands in the doorway. there's a faint flush and a smile across his cheeks, something like amusement twinkling in his dark eyes. her hair is flat from the rain, not quite dripping but not dry either. their clothes are similar. the green of their shirt muddles darker with water from the shoulders down to their chest.

"here i thought you were sleeping in," she says.

j'gar hides his face in his hand, leaves the more incriminating one under the covers. "i was! oh my gods."

"well, don't let me interrupt," lamb says with a wink.

she pads the rest of the way into their room to her side of the bed, peeling off wet clothes as she goes. j'gar's face feels too hot. he clears his throat, keeps his eyes angled away from lamb.

"i thought you'd be a while," mumbles j'gar.

"you know i'm not bothered, hon."

"i know, i just-" j'gar makes a frustrated noise in his throat. "didn' mean to make you see that. i shoulda- locked the door or somethin'. sorry."

the bed shifts slightly with new weight. lamb's hand touches his shoulder. "jay, it's fine, really. you were in our bed and you were taking care of yourself. i walked in."

j'gar dares to look at them. lamb is naked, wet hair leaving a few droplets on her shoulders and collarbones. she offers a smile and squeezes his arm when he finally looks.

"there he is," they say.

"hope i didn' make you uncomfortable."

"you didn't. i'm a little jealous of your hand, but."

oh.

j'gar turns more solidly toward her. lamb has one knee on the bed, leaning towards him. "well, i mean. you look a little cold. think my hands could help you warm up?" he asks, tentative.

"see," lamb says, taking his hand back to rummage in a drawer in the nightstand, "i had another idea if you're up for it."

"what is it?"

lamb sets the pump on the bed. "want to try fucking me? i was thinking your dick is probably big enough with this."

that.

oh.

j'gar feels his breath catch. his pulse is a tangible throb. they have managed to stretch his cock an inch or two with that thing. lamb brought it home one day after a trip up north, a funny glass cylinder with a rubbery sort of hose and handle attached to it. like the glass cups lamb has used on him in the past, but more mechanical and easier to use.

he touches the handle. almost like a well pump, vaguely. same principle, he assumes. sucking up like a siphon.

and lamb wants to pump him until he can fuck him. thinks they can get his cock fat enough to fuck into him. it won't be like his fantasies; j'gar has no illusions that he'll get that big, and toys will be the only way he can stretch lamb out so well, but.

gods, he could fuck lamb with his dick. maybe.

"okay," j'gar says breathlessly. "okay. yeah. can we try that?"

lamb laughs, soft. "get your underwear off and let's see," they say.

she stands back up then, not half kneeling. j'gar pushes his weight into his heels and one hand behind himself and tugs his underwear down to his thighs. the fabric is just wet at the center. he sits back down and kicks them the rest of the way off, sits crosslegged and eager.

"where d'you want me?" he asks.

"i think the bed is fine. are you comfortable?"

nodding is easier; he nods, nods, nods. lamb makes an amused sound and pads around to his side of the bed. j'gar just watches, admiring.

her legs are so long. the faintest line of muscle curves along the length of his thigh when he walks, but j'gar knows he's soft, pliant.

oops. j'gar shakes his head. focus. come on. when lamb stops next to him, he leans back on his hands, keeps his legs open, offers himself up. he'll be good. lamb can get him ready to fuck her and he won't touch.

lamb sits sideways. her knee bumps j'gar's. their eyes track up from his dick to his face; j'gar shifts his hips forward an inch, trying to make himself more prominent.

it works, in a way; it gets lamb's hands on him, fingers spreading him open to really look at his cock when it stands alone. j'gar feels his breath in his throat, swallows around it. lamb thumbs his foreskin back but doesn't tease, instead knocking a knuckle on either side of him and pulling gently, curiously. like he's checking to make sure he'll be good for him, and of course he can because lamb will make him. lamb can use him how she wants, tell him how to make her feel good, and he'll be so good, so good.

"your dick is definitely bigger," lamb says, and there's something like pride in their voice. "look at you."

"i know, it's amazin'. iunno what it is but it's- i didn' think i'd ever-" the words catch in a hitch.

lamb lets him go to lean forward and hug him, chin on his shoulder for just a moment. "you're okay, jay, i know. do you need a minute? want to stop?"

gods.

j'gar sniffles, tucks his face against lamb's neck and just breathes. her hair is damp and smells like rain. they are warm against him, the lightest pressure; lamb isn't putting his weight into him, holding herself up in the lean. when j'gar nods against her, she straightens up, dark eyes searching his face. the sort of playfulness sobers out them as quick as it came on.

"sorry," j'gar mumbles. he laughs, awkwardly. "i didn'- didn' mean to get emotional there. i, uh. whoops."

"don't think anything of it."

"i was just- 'fore you came in, i was kinda thinkin' about fuckin' you, but i had more of, uh." he gestures downward. "a more traditional set'a features."

"oh," says lamb.

j'gar crooks a smile. "must be 'm a little more sensitive today 'bout it, is all. you okay workin' with me a little?"

"of course, j'gar." lamb bumps his shoulder with a loose fist. "do you still want to try my idea or go with something that doesn't put pressure on you? not that- i don't mean for it to be any kind of pressure, i was just. was i too much too fast?"

"no, no, no, hon, you ain't done nothin', i promise. i was kinda wonderin' if i could fuck you without a toy too, you're not pressurin' me."

"well, how were you thinking about it?"

j'gar takes a breath. embarassment warms his cheeks faintly. "i was just sorta thinkin'. i kinda forgot about your pump thin', so i thought. you'd have to tease me for a while so i'd get real hard. then you'd be lyin' on your back with your knees up, maybe a pillow under your hips t'keep you more comfy? make sure you're angled right for me. then i think i could maybe hold my dick up a little and fuck you for real."

"i like that idea," lamb says, tracing distracted patterns in the hair on his thigh. "what if you were holding my legs up near my chest, and i held myself open for you?"

"oh. y'think it'd work?"

"i think," lamb says, reaching over to set the pump in his lap, "if we use this, you could work your cock in me," teasing a finger down the dark line of hair on his stomach, "and i could feel you cum in me. would you like that?"

j'gar leans forward until his forehead meets lamb's shoulder, nods, nods, nods against her. a laugh bubbles in her throat, and her hands find j'gar's jaw, fingers ghosting over the wispy stubble there. he feels them press a kiss to his head.

"let's get you ready then, huh?"

"want you'a do it," mumbles j'gar, mouthing his tusks against their arm. "i like when you do it."

"you gotta sit up then, jay," lamb says.

"mm, fine."

he goes easily, leaning back on his hands again. he spreads his thighs back out. lamb crawls over the bed to sit next to him, cuddling up against his side. her chest is soft on his arm. then he grabs the glass cylinder of the pump, lines it up over j'gar's dick. his open thighs make it easy to fit it over him, the flared base of it flush against his skin.

the tubing drapes over his leg. the handle of it balances on lamb's knee. she keeps a hand on the cylinder so it doesn't slip off of him and pulls on the handle.

that's always weird. there's a pressure and j'gar watches as his dick swells an inch up the tube. the suction pulls the foreskin back. and it just stays like that. holds his cock up and on display without any stimulation. lamb tugs lighter on the handle and his cock fills another inch.

"no pain?" lamb asks.

"ah, no, hon. good. i'm good."

"let me know if it hurts."

lamb only holds the suction for a few minutes, maybe. it's hard to tell. it feels like ages. he's hard and he can't touch, can't do anything about it. then lamb presses something on the tubing and the pressure releases with a hiss of air. his dick relaxes back, not much bigger than before. she doesn't pull the handle again right away, instead just holding it in a lazy grip while he peppers j'gar's shoulder in kisses.

"so," lamb says softly. the pressure hikes again. "you were thinking about fucking me?"

gods, right. j'gar ducks his head with a bashful laugh. "yeah, it wasn't nothin' special, i was just makin' you feel good."

"you like making me feel good."

"'course," says j'gar. he winces a little when lamb pulls an inch more; the pressure relaxes quickly. "i can make myself feel good whenever. wanna make you feel good always."

"you do, sweetheart. you're so good to me. how were you fucking me? hmm?"

"you were ridin' me. i usually-" j'gar laughs. "i usually give myself a big dick 'cause i- you know i like stretchin' you open."

"you do," lamb says, voice curled with something. teasing, almost. he pulls the handle. "anything else?"

"nah, i just- y'always make me stop for a bit. usually i still getta stay in you, you jus' tell me i can't move."

"oh. oh, i like that. fantasy me has some good ideas. like if we were just sitting on the couch reading and you kept your cock warm in me so i'd be all ready for you when i want you to fuck me?"

j'gar groans. "lamb," he pleads.

"we could even keep you plugged up too, hmm? my good boy?" lamb lets go of the glass and it stays suctioned on; she traces the rim of it, then lower. "or i get you all nice and close, then after you make me cum on your cock, i could blow you?"

"gods, honey- i-"

the pressure eases off. the cylinder stays on, though. his cock doesn't shrink back to its normal size; it drops a little, not held up, but it stays thick. fills up the base of the pump and an inch or two up. he's too swollen for the pump to fall off. j'gar groans, head lulling back.

"little more, jay," lamb says, "i want you just a little bigger, then you can fuck me."

"lamb, 'm so hard already. you don't- can i just jerk off for a second?"

"no, come on, you can do it. you're being so good for me."

lamb pumps him again. he feels his cock sucked again, that weird, aching pull. he can't touch himself, even if he wanted to. there's thin but solid glass in the way, keeping him hard and aching.

"oh, jay, look at you. look, hon," lamb croons.

dizzy, j'gar picks his head up. his mind feels fuzzy, blurry at the edges.

the pump is suctioned hard on his cock. he fills up half the cylinder, squashed against the walls. gods. j'gar whimpers. his dick twitches in the tube and that's.

oh. oh god.

lamb pulls the handle just an bit more. fuck. his cock twitches again. not just some transferred thing from his hole clenching.

fuck, fuck, fuck. his breath stutters.

"lamb, sweetheart, i- please. i'm good. i'm ready. please? can i make you feel good?" j'gar begs, resting his head on lamb's at his shoulder.

the pressure drops. his cock relaxes but he fills up a little over a quarter of the cylinder. lamb eases the pump off of him with a slick sound and- oh.

fuck. he has a dick. small, still, but it's. all the hair can't hide it now. it stands up eager, aching. the head alone is- j'gar makes a sound low in his throat. he's at least three times bigger. his foreskin doesn't cover the head, too pulled back from how hard he is.

lamb croons against his side. her fingers are already slick when she frames his cock with her thumb and index, stroking the foreskin over the shaft. that little touch sparks electric up his spine, sensitivity ratched up. j'gar can't help it; whimpering, he rocks his hips into it. his head lulls back, arousal fuzzy at the base of his skull.

"lamb- ah, fuck, you-" he groans, voice a rumble in his throat. "g- gimme a second."

"you're so good, my good boy," lamb says, smearing a kiss to his jaw. but she lets him go, sits up from her slouch. "you catch your breath. i'll get ready."

a flinch lingering in his hips, j'gar lowers himself to lean against the headboard. he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. his cock throbs with his pulse and the sheets beneath him are damp with sweat and slick. he could just rut himself against his hand and cum and it would be so good, but.

but no. no, he wants to fuck lamb. lamb wants to get fucked, and j'gar is good and he's so hard and fuck fuck fuck his dick is so big. his next breath out is a whine.

"you good, jay?" lamb says gently.

"yeah- yeah. fuck. can i-?"

"you have to come here then."

lamb doesn't need to ask twice. j'gar scrambles to his knees. lamb is lying on his back with his knees bent, feet flat on the bed. there are two pillow under his hips. he lifts his legs once j'gar shuffles in closer, bites down a moan when j'gar grips his thighs and presses his knees up to his chest. it opens lamb up so well, spreads their pussy out so he's on display, wetness dribbling down his ass.

fuck. lamb got off on pumping his dick.

"how's the angle look?" asks lamb, blush growing across her cheeks. "another pillow, or one less?"

"ah, lemme see," j'gar says.

it's different without the harness. j'gar nudges forward until he can kneel with his hips flush against lamb's ass, pressing them into position. that does something; lamb's breath hitches and his hole clenches around nothing. oh. that's.

adjusting his grip under her knees, he spreads lamb's thighs farther and pushes her knees down towards the bed. and she goes easily with a soft sound, that flush blossoming up their chest. their pussy spasms again and j'gar's dick is right there; he can't help rutting against them, all warm and soft and wet, curling over as pleasure twists low in his gut.

"you feel so hard," lamb says, almost awestruck. he doesn't move - maybe can't, with j'gar's weight on him - just lets j'gar grind desperately against him. "you must have to cum so bad. but you'd stop if i told you to. do i tell you to stop?"

"no, please, darlin', i- fuck, i'm tryin', i'm- can- can you hold your legs up, please? i need a hand." god, he sounds so needy, whimper curling his voice.

"of course. slow down a little, okay? come on. i know you want to cum, but you'll feel so much better with your cock in me."

"okay. okay."

lamb's right. j'gar's breath stutters, but he stops, hips pressed flush to lamb's. trying to settle, think past the cotton in his head, he closes his eyes.

lamb's hands slide over his own, and then she's holding herself open for him. okay. he's better. j'gar opens his eyes, lets himself admire his husband for just a second. they can't keep their legs quite as close to the bed as he could, but it helps.

j'gar's fingers tremble as he pulls up on his dick. lines himself up more carefully instead of blinding rubbing himself off on them. when he rocks his hips forward- oh. oh. keeping his cock angled up with his fingers, j'gar fucks lamb in earnest. he's not deep, he knows that, tries not to let it eat at him; he can feel his dick slip against lamb's rim and then in, just enough that he aches. feels the wet slide of it, feels the needy little way lamb's pussy flutters around him.

"lamb, lamb, sweet- sweetheart, f- fuck, fuck, you feel so good. can- do you-"

"come on," lamb coaxes, so sweet. "come on, j'gar, my good boy. oh- oh, you're so good at fucking me. you want to cum for me? fill me up?"

"fuck-" j'gar's loses his rhythm, grinding mindlessly into lamb's hole. he groans, repositions his dick to try and fuck in deeper. "can- can you feel me?"

"yeah- yes- oh, that's it, that's it, come on, darling, cum inside me. you're so close, so close," lamb breathes.

"fuck, fuck, fuck-"

champagne bubbles burst down his spine, shimmering in his hips, his cock. distantly, he can feel lamb trying to rock up to meet him, but she has no leverage; it just convulses his rim around his dick like he's trying to pull him deeper. their pussy on his dick; not a toy, not his fingers, not his tongue; his real cock, hard and hot and pumped up just so he can fuck lamb how she wants.

oh. there it is. there it is. all at once, overwhelming, that fuzzy feeling peaks. his nerves sing with it. a moan catches in his throat, stuttering around nonsense sounds shaped like /lamb, lamb, lamb/. his thrusts hiccup and jump as his dick pulses against lamb. /in/ lamb.

lamb's voice is hazy, incredulous and aching. "fuck, j'gar, i can feel you cumming."

/fuck/. he's floating, feels like he's floating. j'gar ruts into him until the ache slows, slows. the need lessens with his pulse. sweetness suffused through every inch of him, j'gar curls over lamb, letting go of his cock and pulling out with a small, wet sound. laughing breathlessly, he braces himself on lamb's thighs.

"fuck, honey," j'gar laughs.

"you did so good," says lamb dazedly, voice curled around a smile, "my good boy."

"did you- fuck. did you cum?"

"no, but oh, nothing- you did wonderfully, fucked me so well. i just couldn't really touch my clit like that. oh, you were so good."

"oh, darlin', i can't have that. not after i got to fuck you like that. can i take care'a you?" j'gar asks, shuffling his knees back to lower himself, hands still holding lamb's thighs.

lamb looks at him with impossibly dark eyes. "gods, j'gar, yes," she breathes.

"tha's my girl," j'gar croons.

he lets go of lamb's legs to let him drape them over his shoulders, keep him down where they need him. she relaxes into it with a sigh, a little jumpy flinch and a mumble about pins and needles. that's cute.

j'gar needs no preamble; he stuffs three fingers in lamb's hole, delighting as he quivers around them, and sucks his clit like honey into his mouth. their hands find his hair quickly, tangling in the curls and tugging him how they want him.

gloriously, it doesn't take long. she's already so wet from his dick; j'gar feels the needy twitch of his pussy quickly. they're so easy for him.

lamb comes undone on his fingers and tongue with a strangled half-noise, heels digging into his back. and that's so good, so good. feeling her spasm and clench around his fingers, there's something better about it now, knowing how they feel on his cock. j'gar coaxes him through it, crooking his fingers as he fucks them in gentle, swirling his tongue over the little head of his dick.

the hands in his hair tighten and pull after a few heartbeats; lamb pulls him off of his clit with a whimper. "too much, jay, ease up a little," she gasps.

"lemme clean you up at least," j'gar says.

"be gentle."

"i got you, sweetheart, no worries."

he doesn't tease. doesn't try to rile lamb up more or push them over the edge again. he curls his fingers as he draws them out, shiny and wet with a string of slick connecting them. pride shivers down his back; lamb got so wet all for him. but he needs to focus. come on. j'gar flattens his tongue in a broad stripe up the seam of him, tastes himself on lamb's hole and that's so good.

lamb hums a sweet little sigh and shifts her hips. the hands in his hair let him go to trace down his jaw, clutch his face and pull him up. j'gar goes easily, willingly, affection a warm ache in his chest. when lamb drags him for a kiss, that's just as good. his tusks get in the way but lamb never minds. they just smile against his mouth.

"good mornin'," j'gar says with a laugh. lamb's lips tickle his.

lamb laughs too, breathless. "good morning. what are- j'gar, don't say pussy - what are we doing for breakfast?"

[eddiemunsonhotgf]

Eddie pulling you away from behind his concert and making out with you and he doesn't mean for it to go as far as it does, but one moment you two are kissing and the next you are bent over one of the speakers and he's fucking you

oh he would sooo do this ! he just sees you as a groupie at first but he can't keep his eyes off you, there's something really endearing ab you, he can't figure out :(

as the groupie you are of course you were close to the stage, good thing is you didn't even have to wait outside, even if you arrived late to the gig, there would still be room for you in the front line. let's say they were still pretty underground (to put it in the nicest way possible !). you weren't going to lie, you did your make up and tried to portray what you thought his type would be. a really (i mean really) tight low cut t-shirt. giving him the best view he could think of, with your cute pink lacy pastel bra showing a bit ^.^ you tried your best at doing your eyeliner, which didn't even look as bad as you thought it did ! the bartender complimenting how cool it was ! and of course loads of coats of mascara. enough to not make them look clumpy.

when he comes to the stage you can't help but get lost with his guitar solos, really focusing on how his fingers played with every chord and how fast he was able to switch in between them. he noticed of course. out of all of the people, there u were ! looking like a lost little lamb :( you didn't fit into the profile of viewers and crowd he would usually get. old men, drunk men, lost men not knowing what to do with their lives so they just get drunk in the closest bar they can... men.

you waited outside after the gig finished, more specifically in the behind-area of the bar.

you finally see him, nd all the band come out the back door.

building enough courage, you make a little shout "eddie! eddie munson!"

everyone turned around and looked at you. after the gig eddie talked to his bandmates about some girl in the crowd, they figured it was you and decided to all go to his van due to fatigue. eddie promised he would come back soon ! he even gave them the keys 2 wait for him.

he was such a nice gentleman. asking about your life cuz he genuinely seemed interested :( asking ab hobbies, what other music did you listen to ! etc etc

as quick as a flash, you both were making out. it all happened so fast :( your whimpers got the worse of him. growing hard with every little noise you made. groping your ass and pretty tits while he sucked on your neck, leaving a few marks. the low cut shirt wasn't helping neither ! with your bra peeking out. he couldn't get enough of u !

it was freezing cold outside and he noticed. your shivering, & goosebumps all over your pretty skin. "wna go inside, doll?"

and that's how u both end up fucking. you bent over one of those big speakers. lucky you, the owner of the bar forgot to close the back doors that one night which made possible your fantasy of being fucked on stage.

"what a good fucking girl. making a mess over the speaker. wish these speakers were wired in so i could put a microphone over your mouth n everyone wld know who's making you make those pretty noises you do with that pretty little mouth of yours. r u gna cum? be a good groupie. cum hard on my cock. just like that." :(

(i hate this so much arragghedj :!:!:! i'm so sorry this was rly rushed :( mhmm)

[inviouswriting]

Oral Fixation

DNI if you are a minor this is a smut, none of my blog is safe for minors. Please respect my wishes.

Simeon smut 

Simeon x fem!reader

Warnings below the cut.

Oral sex, grinding, vibrators bullet and cock ring, condoms, bodysuit on men, and blindfolds. Female vaginal sex

Simeon feels warmth run down his back, you had gotten him into a heated state of mind. A few kisses turned heavier and soon enough you had coaxed the angel to lean back against his headboard, and you rid him of his pants. You cast your gaze upwards to Simeon’s face, he’s already blushing when your hands brush over the cloth covering his cock. His unique under clothing with the black top and it having a sleeve for his dick.

You walk your fingers over it, watching how he comes to life under the faintest touch. Your angel keeps his gaze to the side, too embarrassed to look you in your eyes when you have his penis under your palm rubbing slowly. 

Simeon feels you mess with the sleeve on him, finding the opening at the very end to expose the head. Once you see the faint pink end you press your lips to it in a soft kiss, feeling it twitch. The sheath accents the rest of his shaft nicely, the black compresses right and you focus teasing the plush head with little rubs of your fingers on it.

You admire the way Simeon covers his face shy and embarrassed to have you look at him so closely. Small sighs escape him when he feels you begin to stroke his erection fully.

“Love? Can I have kisses before you put your mouth on me?” Simeon says is softly, and you don’t deny him this, you are on your hands and knees to lean forward to kiss him. Simeon returns the kiss eagerly, his arms winding around you, his hips pushing up to your hand as you pump his dick, thumb sweeping over the very edges of the tip. 

A moan between the kiss when your thumb trails down to rub along the underside, he’s being driven insane and now he wants to feel you around him. You deepen the kiss pressing your tongue against his lips to have him part his mouth for you. Your hand leaves his erection to hug him tightly, and earn an appreciative hum out of him.

Soon you part from the kiss to give him a loving kiss to his cheek. You wanted to indulge in your angel now. You kiss a path from his jaw and down his chest admiring the way the black of his top fits to his form. The high slits in the sides till you are in front of what you really want to see.

You smooth down the black fabric around his cock, to press your mouth to the head, sweeping your tongue around the tip. A subtle jolt of his hips at the touch of your tongue lavishing his skin and sigh out of him. You drag your tongue from underneath the head to over the tip to down where skin meets fabric. You ignore the feel of the fabric against your tongue in favor of the twitch you feel and moan drawn out of your angel. 

Hands go into your hair to push you down to get your mouth around his aching dick. You playfully swat his hands off and busy yourself into kissing the shaft, listening to quiet swears under his breath. He felt like he was going to burst with the way you tease the slit at the tip just small flicks against it. He doesn’t dare cast his eyes down to see you. 

“Simeon~” His name sounds foreign to himself, blue eyes look down, and you laugh when pink flushes across his face. Simeon sees you with letting his cock rest on the flat of your tongue, you giving him such a haughty stare that he almost loses it there. You feel the throb on your tongue, and you draw him back into your mouth to suck on the tip listening to the way Simeon groans out for more.

“Lamb... please... I’m going crazy... I...” He trails off when you take more into your mouth to suck on him, tugging the soaked cloth around his shaft down to expose more skin to your tongue. The twitching under your tongue is more wilder and a throb can be felt, you pull your mouth off to look up at Simeon.

“Hmm.. don’t cum yet my angel.” His eyes regard you pleading to let him cum. He doesn’t know if he can hold back, not when you rub circles around the glands.

“I... don’t think I can stop myself.” He admits, turning his gaze away.

“Try to. I’ll think of a devilish little punishment if you don’t prevent it.” It is tempting to see what you have in store for him. He bites his bottom lip and holds himself back. You lower your gaze to the pulsing dick in your hand as you tease it. 

“My good angel.” Simeon soaks up the praise, you even rub his thigh before carefully pushing down the rest of the fabric on his shaft to the base of his dick leaving it as the name is a sheath for his cock. You tug aside part of the crotch from his balls to expose them. You hum happily when you cup them in one hand to roll them in it. 

Simeon’s eyes fall close at feeling your hand touch the sac and tend to them like his penis. The soft touch and delicate squeeze, you feel them heavy and tense with the need to cum.

“You seem pent up, how long has it been since you touched yourself?” Dark skin of his cheeks flushes pink again. He nibbles on his bottom lip thinking about your question and how to answer you.

“It’s been three days...” You lower your face to the side of his shaft to rub your cheek against it, enjoying the feel of the soft skin yet hardness. You tilt your head down to kiss one side of the delicate sac you keep fondling, holding one spot to suck on it.

“Only three days? Are you being honest? You know you can touch yourself more.” You pry a little, he feels like he is back in heavens when you give attention to the other side of his balls sucking on it.

“I... am honest.... I prefer to do it with you...” You feel a sense of pride well in your chest at his words. You look up at him and rest your head on his thigh, letting his cock press against your cheek, a smear of precum dots close to your lips.

“Is that so? Well I shouldn’t keep you from feeling relief then. You must be “very” pent up. How would you like to cum? in my mouth, on my face? or...” You sit up to reach over into his nightstand. Reaching for a set of condoms, you pluck one from the rest to hold up.

“Or in one of these?” Simeon is given so many options, but there is one place he rather cum inside.

“Um... inside your mouth... then I’d love to be inside you please...” Simeon sees you smirk a little up at him.

“Ask me properly where, I might let you.” His face is darker as he gazes to the side again.

“Look at me to say it love angel.” Simeon meets your gaze, seeing the way his cock rests against your cheek, how you press kisses along the shaft, while the palm of your hand rubs at the tip in very slow circles.

“I want to be inside you, and cum inside you.” Mortified at saying it, Simeon pleads you with his eyes, you only give the tip of his cock a kiss.

“Inside where? I have three places after all.” You trace your tongue from the base of his cock where the cloth meets skin, up to the tip beading and streaming with precum.

“Lamb... my lamb.. please...” You enjoy the embarrassment a little, teasing him in such a way.

“Please what~?” Simeon watches you take all of him into your mouth, to suck on him, he thrusts his hips to your mouth when you bob your head as you swallow him down to the back of your throat.

“Ah... please.. love.. I need to be inside your pussy... I want to cum there...” He hides his face in his hands at saying it. He asks so sweetly that you almost don’t have the heart to deny him his need. 

“You will in a bit my angel. Let me have my fun, then I will make sure you cum as much as you want wherever you want.” You can see him pouting already at being denied where he wants right now. He wants to be inside now, you affectionately give the tip of his cock a kiss before sitting up. You reach for the condoms you had grabbed, and take one from the packaging to begin to fit it onto Simeon. 

You hear a mild sigh at it, but also reach for something else in a remote bullet vibrator. With the condom you fit the vibrator snug against the tip of Simeon’s dick. You don’t glance up at him until it is in place and the rest of the protection is snug at the base. 

When you do look up to your angel’s face his eyes are wide and pleading you to have mercy on him. A mercy you only give a wicked smile to and turn on the vibrator to watch his head be tossed back and his hands going to his sheets to grip and moan out.

“Now, Simeon, do your best to not cum. I’ll reward you for being good.” You coo up to him. Simeon lets a whine come out of him at the mindless vibrations against him. His eyes shut tight in concentration, and you watch the spectacle before you of an angel trying hard to please you.

You see him move a hand down to grip himself and you swat his hand off.

“Don’t touch.” You admire the way he fidgets, his legs twitching down to his toes curling. His chest heaving harder in labored breath to abide by your wishes to not cum, little beads of sweat on his forehead as his brows furrow together in concentration.

He’s exhilarating to watch lose that calm composure, you move to sit on one of his legs, letting his knee bump against your folds you grind down against it. You know what would happen if you sit on his face or hands. He’d be obedient in pleasing you till you are too exhausted to keep going. You do lean down to lie on top of him, pushing the vibrator against his dick to his belly you situate yourself to move from grinding his thigh to pressing your pussy against both the vibrator and him. 

“Lamb.. please... it’s almost too much.” You kiss the side of his face as you simply lay on him, giving him loving kisses along his face. 

“Your mind must be pretty hazy, you’re leaking pretty heavy too. Feeling good my angel?” You card fingers through his hair, Simeon turns his head to the sensation and peeks at you through half-lidded eyes, an almost permanent dusting of pink on his face from enduring the feel of the vibrator against him, but also your heat on his waist. He even moves his hips to try and get stimulation to you smiling when you emit a small gasp at the vibrator brushing your clit.

“I feel amazin.. plees.. I need.... you on me...” Frustrated tears dot the edges of his eyes. His words are leaving him, you just need to give him a few more pushes. You sit back on his thighs, and hear him sigh again missing your weight. You reach between you both to grip his dick to adjust the vibrator directly at the top of his dick. 

Simeon’s hands go to your waist, you feel him grip a bit harder than he intended. You forgive him with a few more kisses on his forehead watching him screw his eyes shut again. He’s holding back for you, he’s beautiful to watch in bliss like this. You can see how much his cock strains with holding in cum, how you can’t wait to milk him of it all. You even reach a hand down to roll his balls again giving him a little relief in your touch as he shakes under the sensations you are making him feel.

“Okay, My Angel. You can cum.” You oblige his wants and remove the condom and vibrator from his cock. You line him to your folds and waste no time sinking down onto him. He sighs and it is almost instant for him nearly dribbling out small. You instead feel hands go to your waist and feel Simeon dig his fingers into the plush of your ass to pull you down onto him.

Simeon is wild, he moves to pin you on your back, and bring your legs to be tucked in between you as he thrusts hard into you. You see it in his eyes, the devilish gleam to his bright eyes. He can feel how drenched you are as you leak your own fluids from each plunge of his dick. You ignore the sound of skin against skin, you love it when he’s like this as he usually lasts a few hours instead of a few minutes.

You lay your head back onto the mattress underneath; Simeon tilts his head to meet you for a needed kiss. You let him have full range to delve his tongue deep into your mouth. He’s too frenzied to think clearly except how good you feel underneath him, and around him. 

Simeon tugs your waist underneath to give himself a better angle into you, the small shift does something and your vision goes white while your hands go into his hair to tug at it. Your angel focuses on your face and sees the blind pleasure across it. He aims for this spot again and has to take your hands into his own to keep you from pulling his hair out. 

He exploits this spot till you are as frenzied as he is, seeking out deep kisses, hands tangling in hair, tugging it and threatening to pull it. You both ignore the outside world in favor of just blind bliss with each other. That is until you recall one more thing to tease your angel with.

“Simeon! Stop for a moment please! Nothing wrong, just a break please!” Simeon is quick to pull back and look at you, wide eyed at possibly doing something you didn’t like. You lean up to kiss him, and urge him off of you. He’s almost reluctant to pull from you, but when he does you move back to the bedside table to tug out another toy you two have used before. 

Simeon eyes you as you hold up a vibrating ring, then smiles at what it means for him, that you’re giving him permission to go full out on you. He sits back enough and you fit the ring around the base of his cock. You turn it onto a setting you both enjoy with a pulse sensation.

You also see him quick to shed the bodysuit he had been wearing. It had gotten annoying on his skin and you don’t argue, you want to feel his skin against yours uninhibited.

“Okay, my angel, come back to me?” You open your arms for him, and he eagerly crawls into them. Simeon lines himself to your opening again to push in. You sigh at the feel of the stretch along with the face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Simeon more than loving the vibrations around his base, while thrusting wildly into you.

It wasn’t going to be much longer till you get the sight of him you are after. The single sight that belongs to you alone. You card your fingers into his hair, listening to his sighs as he murmurs “I love you’s” into your shoulder. All sensations he feels amplified thanks to the toy introduced.

Simeon raises his head soon enough to look you in the eye pleading for relief, such a cute expression for an angel, dark pink cheeks while panting, wild eyes and lip trembling from being overstimulated.

“What’s the matter my angel?” You press your forehead to his as he picks up pace. Simeon’s mind is hazy like he had drank too much demonus, except it is that pure feeling he gets when he loves you so much. Heart full and his arms wind around your waist to pull it to his own to get you into that angle again that made you have the same expression.

When you gasp and shudder underneath him, he found it, you are both frenzied again, this time with completion in mind. You teased your angel enough, and he wasn’t going to stop this time unless you really demanded a stop. Simeon’s hands grip your waist, tugging you into each thrust he makes, drawing a whimper from you.

Against your ear you can hear him murmuring under his breath little demands for you to “cum” he wants to feel you squeeze him tight, to feel you shake and squirt against his lap.

You hold off as long as you could till one good aim sends you undone, and your nails rake down his back causing a groan out of him and a punishing pace of thrusts into you. The harder thrusts do it for you, accompanied by the mild glare for scratching his back to hard, he’ll have to wear a shirt for a few days.

Simeon forgives you when he feels that familiar tightness, as you clench around him and he buries himself deep into you. You feel yourself let go and his mind gives to the rush down his spine that ends with him filling you. You pull him down to meet you for a needful kiss. You ride out the sensations you feel and hug him tight as much as he does with you.

Simeon lays on top of you, burying his face into your chest, and you calmly run your fingers through his hair to comfort him through the emotions he is feeling. From being satisfied, overwhelmed, full of love, and enjoying the softness of your skin. You feel him move enough to pull from inside, and moves to lay along side of you. Your hands go down to remove the ring around him, and carefully drop it off the side of the bed.

Simeon tugs you closer to him, while scooting down so he can rest his head on your chest, listening to your steadying heartbeat. Normally you’d both scramble to the shower following one of these romps, but for now you soak up the attention of each others comfort. He’ll move you both soon.

“I love my angel.” You say and hear a happy hum. 

“And I love you.” He’s soft and you take advantage of rubbing his back to sooth the scratches you left on it.

“I want to do this again in morning... can we?” Simeon casts a blue eye up to you, and you nod, it’s rare for him to want to initiate asking for it, he usually lets it happen. 

“We should rest then so we can have energy. Is Luke and Solomon going to be out?” You wonder, and he scoots up to kiss your face.

“Shopping duty, we’ll have half the day to ourselves.” You ruffle his hair and he retaliates with biting gently on your shoulder.

“ You’re sending them on Michael’s errands aren’t you.” 

“I might be. But I rarely get time with you that isn’t hidden and I’d love to hear you scream my name instead of whimpering it.” You indulge him when he has that wistful look to his eyes, it was hard hiding the relationship at times, when you can see he wants nothing more to indulge in all his fantasies. He’d love to one day show off to the others, he has you all of you.

“I know Simeon, I’ll indulge you and let you have your ways.” You tease him with a poke on a shoulder. Simeon reaches over to the nightstand to turn off the light and pulls you into his side to keep warm. 

You can hear the gentle satisfied sigh leave him as he settles into sleep, and keeps his arms wrapped around you loose.