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[dilf-docs]

So Is it Your Place Or Mine?

bfd!joel miller x younger!reader

summary: summer is over, but your affair with joel isn't (or, you grind on joel's belt buckle while sarah is at soccer practice)

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, p. in v., exhibition kink (sarah is again a victim of this), brat taming (this two are soo into it), degradation kink, praise kink, lwk breeding kink, daddy kink (wow! it's a whole library of alexandria of kinks in here), fingering, dad bod!joel (best joel you mean), angst (oh guys look oh no it's alr starting), dirty talk!!!!! (they're so dirty ew i want it too wait who said that)

word count: 3,701 words

side note: and it became officially a series. hope u all are into this as much as i am because it's my first series ever !!!!! ALSO angst finally makes it way in this mess LET'S GO (i'mcrying i really looked up big texas belt to come up with a mental image in the middle of class, i'm so sorry to whoever sat behind me but idc abt me writing smut while at uni; we die like real men)

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"What do you mean you're not coming?"

It's been an unspoken rule that, even if you hate sports and the ball stays ten meters away from you, you always come to Sarah's soccer practice, cheering for her from your usual spot at the benches.

Except today, you aren't there. And now Sarah is calling you when she shouldn't, but that she doesn't know.

"I can't. I have stuff to work on stuff"

Bullshit.

Your laptop and the half-written essay sit untouched at the coffee table. The thing being touched in question, is something entirely different.

"Need help?"

His hands grip any free spot of your glistening skin, sucking on the rosy pink until it turns maroon red.

"I'm at my dorm, sorry"

Double bullshit.

Sarah doesn't even know your car is parked next to her dad's truck. She has about four hours to find out.

"I can drop by later then" she suggests.

His hot breath tingles against your neck as his nose caresses the spot. Bad girl, he mouths, like he wasn't the one who told you to pick up, despite his daughter's name on the caller's ID. You try to reach for a kiss, but his digits press on your hair, pulling you back with violence to forbid your lips from touching his. Bad girl, and your arousal drips with more intensity at the remark. Bad girl.

"No!" the answer comes quick, your voice strained, and Sarah jokes that you should take it easy with your classes, instead of suspecting anything else.

"Fine! I won't go if you don't want me to, but if you show up dead by stress, I'll be free of guilt"

He kisses the outline of your jaw with sloppy movements, like he just wants to busy himself while Sarah blabbers about the practice, and you keep trying to make her stop, but she tells you not to worry, that she's on a break right now, and the task to avoid whimpering at his rough kisses across your neck becomes increasingly difficult. A gasp escapes your lips when his teeth sink into your flesh. Mine, not to be said but to be felt. Seen by the rest. A pretty red that tastes like the blood he craves, the hunger akin to violence. Bad girl, and he's biting your lip to stop any other filthy noises from escaping. What if she hears?

"Are you okay?" concern laced on Sarah's tone. Guilt creeps through the cracks of the worn-out paint of his bedroom, one your friend had practically begged him to restore; the joke of it all was that was about his job yet he couldn't fix his own goddamn house. "Y/n, did you hurt yourself?"

I'm treating you well, ain't I, doll? and then he'd grin against the crook of your neck before looking at you, his dark blown-wide pupils gazing at you with a hunger you didn't think it was possible. They'd burn, and the fire didn't scare you: it was the warm your cold body needed. Tell Sarah her daddy ain't hurting her slut of a friend.

"I-I'm fine" you manage to choke out. Good girl.

Joel's lids feel heavy as a crown. But you like 'em rough, don't 'cha, baby?

"Should I worry?"

Joel pulls harder, your scalp burning at the harsh tug. Answer when I ask. You breathe in heavily, and Sarah keeps on asking you if you're okay, threatening to burst through a dorm door she'll find empty.

"N-no" you meekly answer, and he laughs at your demeanor. Under his weight, pinned down on the mattress, there's nowhere to run to.

"Is it okay if I-"

"Sarah I need to hang, okay? My head hurts. Bye" it all comes down in a rush, the words a vomit of excuses. You make sure the call has ended, and so does Joel, that in an act of mercy, has stopped. You both look the screen until the lockscreen is back up again, a picture of you and Sarah. Despite used to having his weight on top of you, your throat feels constricted.

"Do you want to traumatize your daughter, Mr. Miller?"

He's back at his task of kissing, making you moan and writhe at the sensitivity of your kissed and bit skin during the last hour. You hate how he takes his time―edging you; unbearable.

"What I want is you"

The lie comes out effortlessly from his teeth. He wants you, needs you, but does he really want you? His daughter's best friend, the college girl he was going to lecture just last summer―to live life and forget about him, yet couldn't. He lies to himself, saying he didn't because you felt asleep, but feeling a warm body next to him, being your beautiful frame of all people, made it hard.

The way he makes a moaning mess out of you, how he knows every spot of your body no one had been able to please before, how your cunt stretches perfectly around his cock, how you call his name like no one else had done. It belongs to you now, and this is a vice.

It's like he's got a wound, and you're the only balm that can soothe the pain. But the effect is temporary, and after you leave, he always finds himself wanting more.

The doubt on his eyes has your heart beating out of fear.

"Then have me, Mr. Miller" you dare.

When Joel smiles, barely noticeable, something flutters in your stomach.

"Al'ight, impatient one. We have sum hours until Sarah's back. Spread" his hand nudges your thighs apart, and you oblige, making Joel chuckle at your obedience. "Good girl, baby. S'good f'r me"

You let out a gentle moan at the praise, and he smirks at your reaction.

"Feelin' desperate, are we?" he taunts, seeing your pretty lips parted and face flushed, a whine escaping them.

"Shut the fuck up and just kiss me already" you beg, pussy throbbing painfully.

"Damn brat" he hisses, "ain't you such'a needy greedy slut?" his finger hooks on your panties, tugging you closer into him, your body rising to clash against his softer frame that has nothing to do with his rough demeanor. You can feel the bulge that has formed through his pants, making you moan in delight.

"Sorry, daddy. I'll be a good girl" you squirm under his weight, pouting lips and batting eyelashes. "Please, kiss me. Pretty please, daddy"

"Jus' cus you asked well" but he knows it's an excuse to capture your sweet lips until he's tasted all of you. You once heard old men kiss like they want to devour every inch of your mouth, to make space for their tongue like it's going to live in there, and they were right.

He pulls away from the kiss to pull out his shirt, revealing his soft body. Your hands itch, immediatly reaching for it with wandering fingers. He chuckles at the eagerness, but then he catches the subtle adoration in your eyes, and his breath hitches, heart stopping.

"What's wrong?" you look up, and it's gone. Maybe he imagined it.

Joel doesn't know why he feels dissapointed by it.

He tries to push the thoughts back, head diving down between your breasts, leaving sloppy kisses and messy trails of saliva with his tongue on each one. He gives a special lick to your hardened nipples, making you squirm.

"Gonna bend y'r fuckin' sexy little body on this sheets. Gonna make you cum all'over, until y'r scent is'mpregnated on 'em"

You groan at his words, fingers pulling down the pajama shorts you brought over, revealing your pretty black laced lingerine.

"Fuck, baby. You wore 'em for me?" he's asking, and you'd be crazy if you think the tone reveals devotion. Is Joel even capable of warmth?

He leaves a new trail of kisses, this time, running from your neck to your stomach.

"Gonna make you scream my name 'til that's the only thin' you know how to say" his hot breath tingles over your abdomen. He buries his face in there, the mustache and scruffy graying hair tickling the skin. "Gon' give you such'a load, this flat stomach of yours will be bustin' with my seed"

You whine at his filthy words, mouth agape slightly. He looks at your soaked panties, arousal on clear display now. Joel's cock twitches in the confines of his jeans.

He lets out a low growl. "Look at you, such'a slut for me. Drippin' wet like a fuckin' whore and desperate, when I ain't even touch you"

To prove so, Joel teasingly runs his fingers along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your soaking core.

He pulls your underwear down, taking them off.

"M'gonna fuck you real good, baby" his fingers dig on your thighs for support, the burning sensation of his calloused digits on your soft skin delicious. "Gon' take care of what's mine"

Mine.

The words ring loud and clear. The only other noise to be heard is his lips leaving wet sounds against your thighs. Does Joel even realize what he said? Or was it in the heat of the moment?

No, wait. Stop. Why do you care?

He begins to rub circles in your clit, coating his fingers in your dripping arousal, prodding the tense needy hole, making you moan in desperation.

"Please, daddy" your lips cry as you beg for him to do anything to remove the pain in between your legs.

"Please, what?" Joel teases, voice raspy. He keeps prodding your center, his digits in and out in a gentle manner, contrasting his hard hold on your thigh. You squirm and whine at the sensation, but maybe it's the dark on his eyes that's really responsable for making you shrink under his gaze. "Think 'm doin' this for ya'? To please ya'? No, baby" he tuts, "you were a bad girl. Almost got caught"

"If you didn't make me answer" you seethe, a moan almost escaping your lips when his fingers hit that sweet spot of yours. "Maybe if you didn't, she wouldn't-"

Joel removed his fingers from you, and you reduce to a moaning mess, begging for the release you were chasing and now it's lost.

"But you wanted'er to know, didn't ya'?" he unbuckles his belt and fumbles with his worn-out jeans, revealing a barely concealed neediness on his side. "Wanted'er to know where 'er slut of a friend was: at daddy's house, beggin' for his dick like a cockhungry slut"

"I-I want it. Want you dick" you barely choke out, lips parted at the sight of his pulsating dick's silhouette under his brief.

"Then take it, hungry one"

His tip buries deeply into your cunt before you even speak again, sliding inside in one swift motion. You gasp, as he fills you up completely, because despite the way your cunt stretches for him, or the way you have had his dick and need it, his girth never fails to amaze you.

"D-daddy" you moan, walls stretching to accommodate his size. Your sweet arousal drips down your thighs, coating Joel's balls. Fuck, doesn't he love to see you squirming under him. He's never had a woman like you before, wrapped around his finger. You may be a girl, but God, you feel so much better around his dick than anyone else: your cunt tenses around his cock deliciously, his dick twitching when he takes a look at your legs shaking and fucked out state.

"That's it, pretty girl. Beg for'it"

His words go straight to your core as you moan. "Please. Let me take all of you, Joel, please"

You said his name. Fuck. He shouldn't be this aroused, but the way you say it like that's the only thing you know, like it means something more, it makes his dick throb and heart sting. That he, Joel Miller, old bitter man, single dad, could mean more to a young pretty girl like you.

"Fuck" he grunts, grabbing a handful of your hair as he begins to pull out slowly, plunging inside of you with harsh movements. The sound of skin clapping is obscene as he begins to fuck you mercilessly. "Ain't you a noisy lil' thing, huh? You like that, baby? You like it rough?"

Your voice comes out shaky. "Y-yes, daddy. F-fuck, just like that. I like it a l-lot"

"Good girl" he grins satisfied with your respone, his thrusts getting rougher and messier. "Lookin' s'pretty with my dick's inside of you"

Joel changes angles without telling you, brushing your g-spot. A noise so loud and vulgar comes out of your parted lips, and you feel ashamed.

But then he's brushing a strand of hair from your face, with a delicacy you've seen reserved for his daughter only. It feels weird, and you try that it doesn't distract you from your looming orgasm.

"Joel..." you breath out his name.

"Yes?" with everything coming out of his mouth: possesiveness, neediness, pleasure. Like he'd give you the world if you just ask, despite telling himself he wouldn't.

"K-keep going"

Your gaze bores into his eyes with an intensity that almost makes him stop. Because the words are simple, but Joel's been alive enough on this Earth to know it doesn't mean just that.

Keep going. Don't stop. Don't end this. Don't let me go.

"Whatever m'princess asks if she asks 'em nice"

You scream in pleasure as his thrusts become deeper, his balls slapping against your cunt, as your slick begins to run down your thighs. Joel thinks he's going crazy at the way your folds take him, how tight you feel, and the loud noises you make, begging him to fuck you harder, to use you. Every thrust pushes you closer to the edge, writhing under his touch as you begin to see stars.

"You close, aren't ya'?" he laughs, but it's devoid of mockery. A subtle softness hides behind them. Ask nicely, and I shall give. "Gon' cream 'round my dick like a good girl, right?"

His digits dig in the flesh of your hips, guiding himself to fuck you harder, for you to take him better, caging your body under the sheets, pushing you even closer to your orgasm. You mewl loudly, tears in the corner of your eyes at the delicious burn.

If you told yourself a year ago you'd be crying over Joel Miller's dick, of all people, you'd probably laugh. But no college boys had been able to please you, less bring you to tears as you reach your orgasm. This is heaven, and you aren't ready to say goodbye to the paradise you found in summer just yet.

Your core tenses around him, body so close to finishing, hair a mess, eyes brimming with tears, and lips spilling the filthiest sounds ever heard to humankind. It's heaven, and Joel isn't ready to give it up just yet. Your pussy throbs, and as your juices mix as one, you roll your eyes and head back, your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening faster. Before you can register, your mind goes blank and you're seeing stars.

You come around his cock, coating it in your arousal as Joel admires how you cream his member, tight walls almost pushing him out of you. He groans at your simmering cries, some tears coming out of your eyes.

"What'e fuckin' slut, baby. You sure are somethin' else" he chuckles, his thrusts messier by his own high approaching. "Wait for me, yeah, baby?"

You humm, as he buries deep into you, filling you up completely, as his hips stop their harsh movements when he feels the tension in his abdomen release.

"Fuckin' sweet" he uses a finger to clean some of the slick that's run down your leg. "Good girl"

He licks them off in an obscene display, making sure to never break contact.

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna become a real bad girl" you taunt.

Then he pulls out of you carefully, doing his best not to spill too much of his load from your cunt. He grabs one of the corners of his sheets, cleaning some of his seed from your thighs. Joel should be careful, but all his foggy mind can muster is you being his in every way he can. Making you his. Mine. Mine. Mine. You plead him not to do that, but he argues laundry day is soon and he likes it better when it smells like you anyway. You confess with a cute light blush in your cheeks that you do the same when he comes over to fuck you in your dorm, sleeping better when the covers smell like him. He shouldn't feel like this: like it could be. But he allows himself to, even for an instant.

"Oh, yeah?" he pants, "what you gon' do?"

Your eyes travel to his jeans and untied buckle he hadn't wasted time taking off, rather just pulling them down.

"I have something in mind..." you wander off, remembering filthy thoughts of your first night together, how you briefly thought about it. "I-" you cut off, blushing furiously.

"Yes?" he holds your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him as his rough fingers press on the skin. "Remember what I told ya', baby? To ask nicely? 'Cause you said you'd be a good girl, so be one and tell daddy what'd ya' want"

You gulp, trying to hold his gaze. You never back down. You never back down. But the intensity of the shinning copper makes that insufferable character of yours to be tamed, boiling against the surface but just scratching, all screams lost. Is like he knows this power over you, acting on it with a benevolence so sick, it has you thinking loving Joel Miller isn't impossible.

You never back down, but being with Joel feels like walking over stones, always thinking about the next step and the ones that were, ghosts of the lingering doubts and afterthoughts behind every step you take. It's like there's a river below them, washing away regret.

But you're still here: water up your knees then and now over your head.

You're barely floating. You'd be willing to drown anyway.

"I want to ride your belt buckle"

There's silence in the other side, until its met with a light chuckle.

"Yeah?" Joel keeps on laughing, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. "S'that what that filthy head of yours be thinkin' on?"

"Stop it" you groan, covering your hot face with your palms. You wish you could erase that ugly smirk off his face. "I'm never telling you anything again, ever"

"Now c'mon, baby. I was jus' messin' 'round" his tone adquires a soft edge to it, tender warm hands removing yours from your face. "Don't cover your face, baby. You're too goddam pretty" you blush, and Joel better resist the urge to kiss you just for the sake of kissing you. "I didn't mean to make fun of ya'. You know y'can tell me anythin' that's goin' inside that head of yours"

"Then you'll let me?" your pretty eyes look up to him, shinning like the stars of the summer night sky months ago.

He can't deny you anything, and a small crack of fear wounds his impenetrable heart.

"Get'ere you filthy slut"

You eagerly climb onto his lap as he sits against the beds headboard, your thighs pushing against his belly.

"Now" he tries to put in a more comfortable position, his tired joints creaking. He avoids your gaze, coughing over his blush. "You do all the job, baby. I ain't gonna help you, this greedy pussy took all of my energy"

You giggle, moving until your bare pussy clashes against the cold. A shiver runs down your spine, the dried juices moistening again over the metal piece. His hands move to your hips, hands now soft as they hold you, and he seems unsure of it, both of your breaths coming out ragged.

"You said you weren't gonna help" you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. His face feels closer, and you can see lines time has marked across his features. "But thanks, daddy"

His heart takes a dangerous leap.

"'Course, baby" he smiles. "You know I spoil ya' too damn much"

You begin to roll your hips, sliding your pussy over the cold material, your arousal making a wet slick sound that bounces off the walls, a shiver down your back as you feel your slick already coating the front of it and the top of his jeans.

"Mmm, can't say no to me, can you, baby?" you mock, rocking your hips back and forth. A shaky breath escapes your parted lips, and Joel feels his renovated dick spring hard. You moan, your ass barely touching his now tense member.

"Quit runnin' that mouth of y'rs, baby" his digits dig on your skin, "or I'll bend ya' over again"

"Sorry, daddy" you feel the metal star on the middle digging inside your pussy, the borders of the imprint brushing your leaking cunt in a pleasant way. "I promise to be good"

"Do" he grunts, "you're runnin' out of time, doll"

You close your eyes, movements more quick and erratic, little moans leaving your body as you groan.

"Tell me how this lil' experiment of yours feelin', baby"

"F-feels good, daddy. Fuck" you groan, lifting your hips a bit as you grind yourself down across the material. "So so good, daddy. Thank you, daddy"

"Mmm, that's right. Now be a good girl and come for me. Let me see that pretty face of yours when ya' come over ma' belt"

You let out a shaky breath, juices spilling over his jeans even as you see stars. He chuckles, enamoured at the sight.

"You gonna need help with that?" you point out his boner.

Oh, aren't you a doll? So kind-hearted.

"That's okay" he breathes out, tiredly. He thinks of the next trip to the bathroom, the image of what he'll fuck himself to clear now.

You smile at him, for the first time forgetting this started as a blowing-off-steam-time or transaction.

For a moment, it feels like it could be.

"Jus' seein' you cum all over me so prettily is'nough, baby"

[marzshin]

thinking about having a secret relationship with Jamil…

•honestly it’s probably better for the both of you to have a secret relationship. his duties as kalim’s servant can go undisturbed by kalim’s excitement about him being in a relationship, he’d still be able to fly under the radar like he wants to, and you, as the kind prefect, can do without the teasing and probable odd looks from other students.

•something about having to be quiet about your affections in public can be cute at times; the knowing glances you guys exchange when denying someone’s suspicions, walking a bit too close together before realizing and making distance with a breathy laugh. it might not be ideal but it works for you guys.

•the fact that you all are limited in how you show pda, makes alone time all the more special for the two of you. when he’s alone in the kitchen of scarabia, while you’re there too, he’ll invite you over next to him and allow you to assist in his cooking and answer any questions while guiding you hands with his own. another precious time is when you two are alone in his room. now this is rare… as much as he wants to be with you more often, it just can’t be helped sometimes, which is why during the time he’s with you in his room, he spends it relishing in your touch.

•your limbs tangled together with your foreheads rested against one another, it’s a fleeting moment, as jamil’s duty calls yet again as kalim’s voice rings through the hall to their rooms. kalim calls for jamil and your both quick to get up and move to act like you’re studying instead of cuddling. and as if on

que, kalim barges in with a beaming smile. “Jamil! so i was wondering… oh! you guys are studying? i didn’t know there was a test coming up?” his voice rings through your ears and you glance at jamil before looking towards the white haired boy. “there’s no test. y/n just had a question about some homework. we’re done now if you need something.” jamil answers with an almost unnoticeable sigh. guess it’s time to say your goodbyes and try again tomorrow.

•just because you have to be careful in this relationship doesn’t mean jamil loves you any less. he’s glad he has somebody who wants him as much as he wants them.

woohoo! another little thing written, let’s go me! i actually like this one quite a bit, i hope you all like it too! thanks so much for the support on my kalim x goth reader headcannons, i really appreciate it as i’m not used to writing things like this. if you have any suggestions or critics, please feel free to share them!

[sturniolostars]

﹫𝓒𝓞𝓞𝓚𝓘𝓔𝓢 𝓟𝓣 𝓣𝓦𝓞﹫

Matt Sturniolo x You

In which: your still high out of your mind and after seeing how needy your boy was you blow him right there in the kitchen

TW: being high, weed, blowjob, overstimulation, oral !male receiving!, praise, hickeys, grinding, smuttttt

Hearing Matt’s little whimpers were just too intoxicating. And in full honesty I was still too high to really think about much else. His hips were still grinding into my leg.

I feel his hips stutter and his whines get more needy. “Gonna cum pretty boy?” I say looking into his glazed eyes that are so blown there’s almost not a sliver of blue.

“Fuc– yes yes” he whines. I hold onto his hips making him go faster and with that he lets out a high pitched moan and cums in his sweatpants.

I don’t stop…..I can’t I need more of him.

I drop to my knees and hook my fingers into the waistband of both his boxers and sweats and pull them both down watching his aching cock spring up still covered in the remains of his orgasm.

“Baby I can’t–“ he stutters. “You can baby. Do it f’me” I say looking up into his eyes. We have an established safe word, but he never uses it. No matter how much he says no he knows that loves being pushed to his limits.

“Okay” he whispers. With that I waste no time in stroking him a few times and running my thumb over his tip earning myself a broken moan before swallowing him.

I go until my nose is touching his pelvis tears in my eyes. I hollow out my cheeks and suck and bob my head around his length.

I swirl my tongue around his tip until his thighs are shaking and his eyes just might cross. His mouth is hung open in pleaser broken whimpers, whines, and moans spilling from it. His thighs start to shake and I know he’s close.

“Baby I– I’m gonna–“ before he can finish there’s a warm salty taste in my mouth and a fucked out Matt gripping the kitchen island for support.

I swallow sticking my tongue out to show him before standing to me feet kissing him so he can taste himself. The glaze in his eyes fade and so does the lust as I just stand there and hug him, now the only reason his pupils are still blown because of the weed.

“Why don’t we shower ya? You did so good for me.” I praise. He shakes his head. “Just wanna stand here with you” he mumbles. I smile.

Anything for my sweet boy

@chrepsi another part two!!!!

Hope you guys liked part two! If theres any other cute little edible oneshots or blurbs you want or really and kind of fanfic feel free to share I’m always looking for suggestions!

[cakerybakery]

Lucifer was more of a tea guy, but after last night he poured himself a cup of coffee into his ‘Ducks of North America’ mug. Then he got down a mug for Adam and made him a cup of the caffeine free coffee.

He and Adam had been up most of the night.

There was a groggy little, “daddy?” As Charlie wandered into the kitchen.

“Hey baby. How are you feeling?” He set down the mugs and moved towards his little girl.

“Bad.”

He just about reached her when ‘bad’ was spewed onto the linoleum.

“Definitely no school today.” Lucifer was already going to keep her home just incase one of her brothers passed the flu onto her. And it seems they had.

She groaned and wrapped her arms around her tummy, sinking down to the floor and wrenching again.

It kicked him into high gear. Lucifer picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He washed her face and helped her rinse out her mouth.

Carefully he helped her undress and put her in a warm shower to make sure she didn’t have any puke on her. He brushed her long wet hair and put it in a quick braid to keep it out of her face if she threw up again. Then took her back to bed.

As she slowly put on a new nightgown, Lucifer changed her sheets to so they would feel fresh and clean. He put her back to bed and went to get an old ice cream bucket, lining it was paper towel to avoid splash back.

Carrying the bundle of sheets and the dirty clothing to the apartment’s in suite laundry, he passed Adam who was in the kitchen, scrubbing the floors.

“Oh, Adam. You should be in bed.”

After finally getting their boys settled around three in the morning, Adam had started to look a little green around the gills himself before spending the next hour curled up in the bathroom.

“It needs doing.” Adam grunted.

Lucifer sighed and finished his task. Adam was always like this. Insisting he had to do stuff or he felt useless. Lucifer tried to assure him that he wasn’t useless, that taking care of the kids all day was contributing. But there was a lot of unpacked baggage in Adam’s brain from his strict religious upbringing.

When they started looking into having kids they had settled on surrogacy pretty easily. Using donated eggs and an agency they ended up with Charlotte and Cain. Fraternal twins, and while they hadn’t wanted to know who the biological father was or each twin. It was rather clear. Cain was Adam’s double as much as Charlotte was his. They had to turn off their phones’ facial recognition stuff because the twins had started to be able to get into their phones and between the two of them bought about fifty bucks worth of in app purchases in a game.

Originally they had planned for Adam to take six weeks off work before putting the twins in daycare. It lasted a day before Lucifer found Adam, shut in a closet to hide as he cried. He hated every second of returning to work and putting their babies in daycare.

In their bedroom closet, the door shut so it was dark and Adam felt safe to express his feelings, they talked about options.

Lucifer came from a well off family. He had a trust fund he could tap into if Adam would rather have a nanny. But Adam quietly admitted while it was better, that it made his guts twist at the idea of wasting money on a nanny just because he was too weak to be away from his babies longer than he needed to be.

So Lucifer suggested Adam stay at home and care of their children. Adam’s heart wanted that, but Adam admitted it made him feel lazy. The six weeks he’d already been at home instead of earning money to pay for his share of things was bringing out feelings of shame.

The bits of his parents scolding Adam for playing house with his sisters and tending to the pretend babies instead of playing sports with the neighbourhood boys came to mind. Little bits of his father bitching that dinner was late because his mother had spent the day caring for sick children instead of making his food. The casual remarks that his sisters shouldn’t be thinking of college, rather of finding a husband from their church group. Their parents never understood why both girls cut them off once they got out.

It had taken a lot to get Adam to even admit he liked men, despite the frantic kissing in their dorm room and the weeks of making love. Lucifer had been with him every step of the way since. They got their first apartment together when Adam was disowned at twenty after telling his parents. When they got married, Lucifer’s parents bought them their current apartment. Each time, Adam had a little freak out about not being the man his parents expected of him.

Eventually they did settle on Adam quitting his job as an accountant and being a stay at home parent. But Adam put a lot of pressure on himself to be the perfect parent and stay at home spouse.

Some days, when Lucifer comes home from work and the place is a mess, dinner hasn’t even been started, and the kids are screaming and running around, Adam flinches like he’s expecting Lucifer to be upset. Lucifer couldn’t care less though.

He grew up with nannies and maids, a professional chef making dinners. His mother spent half her days doing whatever she fancied and the other half playing with the kids or taking them on outings. Lucifer’s father was a workaholic. He was always keeping busy. He had liked being up at five am to have meetings with people halfway around the globe, then casually did paperwork at breakfast. He worked until five pm sharp. Then turned his focus on his family. Engaging his always working mind on helping with homework or their activities. He liked working and made his family his hobby job, giving himself tasks like reading bedtime stories instead of reports.

Currently, Lucifer was still working his way up through his father’s company, but in another ten years or so, when his father retired and would fill his day with hobbies and grandchildren instead, Lucifer was slated to take over. His paycheque was more than enough to cover all their expenses. These days he wouldn’t even have to dip into his trust to pay for the help he grew up with.

Adam couldn’t be swayed though. He needed to contribute if he wasn’t working and felt like he needed to take care of everything himself around the house.

Lucifer went to the kitchen and pulled Adam to his feet. Adam was huffing, red from a fever, and constantly coughing. “You’re going to bed.”

“But, the kids. Charlie will be up soon.”

“Charlie is sick too. I already put her back to bed. All three boys are in their beds sleeping.” He half carried Adam, who was too weak from cleaning to do more than protest. “You need rest too.” He manhandled Adam back into bed. Fed him cold medicine to help him sleep. Then left him in the darkened room to rest.

Looking around the messy apartment, Lucifer decided he needed help. He called his mom.

Sera showed up half an hour later with a chef and a small barrage of maids behind her. The chef took stock of everything in the kitchen, made a list of ingredients, and left. The small army of maids cleaned the apartment from top to bottom. Disinfecting as they went.

Lucifer took a quick nap on the couch as Sera checked on the children and Adam.

A little rest and the toddlers were back to causing, carefully managed by nana Sera, chaos.

As lunch rolled around and their home filled with the smells of fresh baked biscuits and chicken noodle soup, Adam woke up. He was grumbly about the help but he couldn’t argue with a belly full of delicious homemade food, a lemony smelling bathroom as he took a shower, and fresh clean linens as he crawled back into bed for another nap.

Lucifer and Sera got all the kids bathed, fed, and put back to bed for their own naps.

Once the apartment was cleaned, the maid were done for the day and they and chef went home.

Sera then sent Lucifer to bed himself, promising to stay until everyone was feeling better. He reminded her they didn’t have a guest room and she scoffed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, darling.” She shooed him off to bed. “Wouldn’t be the worst place I’ve slept.”

It took a couple days, and Lucifer getting sick as well in the meanwhile, but everyone was better.

Adam settled on the couch and sighed happily. “This is nice.”

“Hmm, it is.” Lucifer agreed as he cuddled into Adam’s side. The kids in their clean beds. “Can we talk about getting a maid service now?”

“Lucifer,” Adam groaned. “You know how I feel.”

“I do. And I keep telling you, it’s okay not to do everything yourself. Just once a week. Someone can come in and do a deep clean while we take the kids to the park or something.”

Adam looked like he wanted to say no, but looking around the once more scrubbed clean apartment, Adam seemed torn.

“You take care of two sets of twins. How you didn’t go crazy when Abel and Seth were born and you had Charlie and Cain still underfoot all day, I’ll never know.” Lucifer kissed Adam. “Darling, you don’t have to be alone.”

“I’m not alone. I have you.”

“Yeah. And I called my mommy for help. I’m just saying, you don’t need to burn yourself out to prove you deserve a place in this home. Please. Let me get a maid, or a chef, or a nanny. Someone.”

Adam thought for a long time before sighing. “Fine.”

Lucifer grinned. Adam was pouting about it now. But he’d come around. Sera and Lucifer never told Adam, but there was a reason she often popped around while their second set of newborns came home. If Adam suspected anything more than wanting grandma cuddles, he never said anything and just enjoyed that she often ordered out large meals when she was visiting. Leaving the leftovers so that Adam could more easily feed their toddlers and himself without having to cook on the days she wasn’t there.

They still had to decide what kind of help to get, but he’d leave it up to Adam to figure out what he was comfortable with. All Lucifer wanted was for his family to be happy. He wanted more evenings with his husband in his arms. Normally, Adam would still be cleaning, insisting that Lucifer not help. This was much better.

“You know what I really want to do, darling?” Lucifer asked in a husky tone.

“Go to bed for the night?” Adam teased.

“You know me so well.” Now that everyone was better, things had calmed down, and Lucifer just really wanted to go to bed early and wake up in the morning feeling refreshed.

Adam switched off the TV, and they went to bed.

[zzzaru]

epic the musical actor AU anyone

Odysseus (Lead Actor): 

talented emotionally complex actor, juggling weight of being the lead while trying to be a good husband and father

he and penelope had telemachus when they were young, and his career took off shortly after, pulling away from family life

trying to reconnect with them while facing his own insecurities about being enough for them

during the scene where odysseus reunites with telemachus, the emotions hit just a wee bit too close to home, which leads to an actual breakdown

stays late a lot after rehearsals, reworking scenes, trying to be a perfectionist

Penelope (Actress)

fiercely intelligent actress, odysseus’ real life wife

balances being a mother to telemachus, acting career, and the occasional media frenzy over their relationship

while she loves odysseus a lot, struggles w the resentment of his absences

tears up during penelope’s monologue about loneliness (hits too close to home 👎)

shares quiet, intimate moments with odysseus between takes (the directors are TIREDD)

Telemachus (Actor)

a young actor breaking into the industry, cast in the musical just bcuz of his parents’ influence

determined to prove he earned his place on his own

doesn’t love being in his father’s shadow, but he looks up greatly to him

love-hate relationship with his dad

emotionally charged performance during telemachus’ ‘confrontation’ with odysseus

is more lighthearted with the rest of the cast, poking fun at odysseus’ dramatic tendencies

Eurylochus (Actor)

one of odysseus’ oldest friends, cast as his loyal (combative) right hand man.

serves as the group’s voice of reason, but his blunt honesty sometimes causes tension

uses dry humor to diffuse tension between odysseus and telemachus but privately encourages odysseus to make amends

finds himself unexpectedly emotional during luck runs out and mutiny

Polites

comedic glue holding the cast together

actually everybody’s favorite castmate

feels overlooked compared to the larger personalities around him

offers emotional support to telemachus after a tenser rehearsal

can keep his eyes open for a concerning amount of time. very good at playing dead?? actually scared his friends during the cyclops scene

Zeus (Actor)

charismatic, laid back veteran actor

mentor/dad figure

LOVES cracking dad jokes, bringing snacks to rehearsals much to athena’s embarrassment

ATHENA’S DAD STILL

incredibly approachable 

competes with poseidon during press tours

Athena (Actor)

fiercely independent (still zeus’ daughter)

trying to prove herself as a director in her own right

perfectionist

cares for the cast and crew, hates showing it

sometimes teases zeus for being overbearing

lighthearted banter with zeus on set

quiet moments where she talks to hera about living up to her father’s reputation

Poseidon

zeus’ brother and self proclaimed ‘cool uncle’ of the cast

charming, mischievous

lightens the mood during long rehearsals

him and zeus = playful rivalry

leads karaoke nights occasionally

bonds with eurylochus over their mutual love of seafood and practical jokes

Hera

graceful and respected actress

unofficial ‘mom’

ready with words of wisdom

helps penelope and telemachus work through their nerves before emotional scenes

scolds zeus and poseidon for goofing off sometimes

Aphrodite

rising star in the acting world

social media sensation

glamorous and confident, but genuinely kind to everyone

posts behind the scenes and blooper reels

teaches telemachus how to handle social media fame

organizes a cast photoshoot to help everyone look their best for promotional materials

Apollo

multi-talented ‘golden boy’ of the cast

known for singing, acting, guitar solos during breaks

effortlessly charming

somewhat competitive (friendly) with ares

challenges polites to a ‘sing off’ during a wrap party, turns into a cast wide jam session

writes an original song for the cast

Ares

high energy

loves keeping everyone entertained

fiercely loyal to his crew. also dating aphrodite

playful rivalry with apollo

surprisingly good with kids

starts a nerf war on set during downtime, with the entire cast getting involved

improvised ‘is she dead’ in god games, everyone couldnt help but laugh

Antinous

charismatic, mischievous, well liked

known for polished performances

naturally confident

relationship with telemachus started through rehearsals bonding over shared family pressure

admires telemachus’ raw talent

fiercely protective of telemachus

on stage chemistry. directors hate them

Hermes

quick witted, flamboyant

hard worker (in his own. way)

flirty. flirts with half of the crew. especially odysseus and polites

never takes things too seriously

sees himself as the ‘glue’ of the cast (he is not, it's polites)

little scenarios i've been cooking up

during god games, where athena and zeus fight physically, i'm thinking one of the props go askew. athena and zeus are fighting in scene, and then one of the props from above suddenly fall, hitting athena in the head, causing panic from the rest of the crew- she's fine of course, she wasnt hit too hard, but panic ensues for everyone, esp zeus and hermes, since athena is family. (athena is zeus' daughter, hermes is athena's brother). and of course the rest of the crew like odysseus, ares, etc)

zeus’ relationship with ares in th is AU is very much like jay’s and mitchell’s from modern family

scene with the cyclops, where the 'cyclops' is supposed to kill polites, when polites is lying there on the ground with fake blood on him he makes it seem a little too real. he gets 'crushed' by the cyclops, and then he rasps out "captain" to odysseus, desperately (acting) like there is dark fake blood dripping from his head, his fake glasses are broken and then his character dies. polites can keep his eyes open for an unnaturally amount of time, and he can make them seem lifeless so after the scene is done, odysseus and eurylochus both go to hug him just to make sure he's there and fine. they cling to him for a bit. polites is very confused, but the hugs are welcome!!

[catmask]

very silly question but!! would it be ok if we used some of the twitch emotes as discord emotes? no worries if not!! wanna spread the gospel of road boy celibacy . . .

i honestly hadnt considered people would yet want to yet (and i did post transparent/clean versions of them so a few people already started using them and mentioned so in the tags) - my plan was to make a bigger pack of all the characters and sell it as a digital download on kofi.

which is absolutely my bad, of course if i post the transparent versions people are gonna use em, i feel a little goofy for that (i just wanted to show em off because i thought they were cool but i got so excited i forgot to use my brain)

that said, if people wanna use the ones i already posted, go ahead! those are freebies. i wouldnt wanna take it back now that people are already having fun using them, ill just have to remember to watermark/put a lil disclaimer for the ones i post as promotion in the future.

i am gonna do more and some other characters, and for those i think im gonna avoid posting them at least without a water mark. but for the ones that are already up, cat's already out of the bag so to speak.

[dindjarindiaries]

Currently thinking of a new nickname bc I don’t want people to think I’ve self-inserted into my fics when in all actuality I stole Sunny from there instead of the other way around

[that-seems-stupid-lets-do-it]

1, 2, 3, 4, are you finished getting high to pop? Aren't you, aren't you? redraw of chimera listened to this (with captions on) and thought it fit really well with ena!! so put her on to it. hermit searcher ena's hair and horns because i thought they looked cool. im an artist i can do that yeah !! this took a while but i'm pretty happy with the results !! outfit inspired by something i saw on pinterest once unrendered version under the cut

for some reason I like this version about the same as the rendered one (well, not really rendered. more like shaded.) Maybe with the hair shaded it'd look cool but either way i love how the piece turned out overall (chimera by deco*27, link isnt embedding and i need to sleep rn so not gonna fiddle with that)

[mitamicah]

More bracelets 😄 (slow but steady getting the hang of it 😆)

[painful-vomit]

// Since I've been using my IRL faceclaim for Cyn so much, I wonder what other actors/actresses would make good faceclaims for the MD characters.

[evilkaeya]

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ME

[flaredchief]

Hello Qsmpblr

I made a mod for my friend @c4llm3h4ru, she really loves the eggs and they were missing when her birthday happened so i decided that the best gift would be to have their babies with her when shes playing, thats how the Egg Companions mod was born, and being the amazing and caring person that she is (seriously she is great, does beautiful art, she does stream also) decided to ask me to share the mod.

So now that all the eggs (almost all I I haven't added Pepito, Sunny and Em yet) are modded I decided to share it here, the mod is not finished yet, there are lots of things I want to add, I truly hope you guys enjoy it.

Also, a little disclaimer: I do not intend to make any profit from the mod, it is made by a fan for fans, the eggs are the intellectual property of the Quackity Studios team, the mod will be free forever.

[fleabuki]

crawlin back to you

this video was rendered in 2k and runs at 50fps, which explains why it's so smooth. i had to tweak the audio in a different program because the quality was awful and didn't match the quality of the video

[inkyblackpen]

In light of tumblr deciding to once again shoot itself in the foot, I’ll be taking a bit of a hiatus from posting new art on this blog. I’m looking into some other sites to post on rn, so I’ll update you guys if I find something I like. Im not totally leaving tumblr, but I’ll probably just post links to new works, for those who are still interested - at least for the time being. I just don’t trust the hellsite at the moment, and honestly, I’m also pretty pissed about the whole situation.

To anyone who’s followed this blog (especially if you’ve consistently shown support for my art) words can’t express how deeply grateful I am to you. I see every like, reblog and, tag, and they mean a lot to me.

Love you guys,

Inky xoxo

[iwaasfairy]

do you have anything planned for father's day? if you know what i mean 👀

at the moment i don't :/ i wanted to, but commissions do take precedent over anything else i wanna do,,, but maybe we can do a late father's day (daddy day <33) celebration!!!

[sogoodtoletgo]

Artist friends, please don't use StickerMule

Full tweet

I've been on the "Fuck Stickermule" train for a few years now after they posted COVID conspiracy bullshit, and it was found out their CEO was a Trump / Anti-LGBTQ+ donor.

Take your business elsewhere. Just because they have good deals occasionally shouldn't mean they should be able to use your money to support shitty recipients.

Some businesses I'd recommend checking out:

StickerGuy -Been using Sticker Guy for like 15 years for my bands stickers over the years. They have some of the best vinyl stickers I've ever used and those things are practically indestructible. Ridiculously good prices too.

RockinMonkey - I've only ever used them for one run of holographic stickers but the quality is so good and I'd definitely go to them again if I were to get more printed.

StickerNinja - Never personally used but I've seen so many people recommend them and their quality shows on their socials. And I'm fairly certain they're BIPOC owned, super pro-LGBTQ+ and are very vocally Pro-Palestine which is a plus in my book!

StickerApp - has been getting a lot of positive feedback in the reblogs! Vograce - I've read some good things about them in the reblogs, and I've also seen some people on Tiktok showing off acrylic keychains they've made with their services!

EDIT [7/18/2024]:

Found this cool document full of information on other sticker / merch printers with a ton of comparisons and examples compiled by Theresa Chiechi! They also have a series of Tiktok videos linked on that page showing the different businesses they've tried. Be sure to check it out if you want a comprehensive look into your best options.

Please feel free to leave any other suggestions!