#but...i think it looks really nice? surprisingly?

[wonderjanga]

Fairy King

The day was normal if not, relatively boring. There had been the usual alien invasion, which the JL swiftly took out. Now they were in a meeting being hosted by Batman so they could go over everything that just happened as if they weren’t there. Now see when the meeting was over was when things got interesting.

JL: *all about to get up so they can go home*

Marvel: “Guys, before we go, can I announce something?”

JL: *groans because they just wanna go home and sleep after that entire ordeal, but still sit down*

Marvel: “I promise it’ll be quick. Look, I’m getting married-”

JL: *half their jaws drop while the other half is still processing what he said*

Marvel: “-And I want you guys all to come.”

JL: *the other half’s jaws drop too now*

Supes: “Wha…? Cap, what do you mean you’re getting married?”

Marvel: *passing out invites* “I mean I’m getting married. To the Fairy Queen. As a result of a treaty to get her to stop waging war on the gnomes.”

JL: *all stare*

Marvel: “Oh, don’t worry guys. Fairy lifespans are only about five years. She’s already a little more than halfway though.”

Flash: “Is that a good thing…?”

Marvel: “For me it is. Don’t get me wrong, it’s absolutely terrible that she’s gonna die, but I don’t really wanna be married to anyone so…”

*silence*

Marvel: “Anyways! I would really love if you guys came.”

They did. After all, they did not want to miss this. Some of the guys even got to go into the dressing room and talk to Marvel.

Marvel: *doing his tie in the mirror, trying to remember how Tawny taught him*

Aquaman: “So… are you guys gonna have any kids?”

Marvel: “No? Why?”

Aquaman: “Well, you know, royal marriages are normally completed after consummation.”

Marvel: *slowly looks over to him with a horrified expression before the expression disappears* “Wait a minute. Fairies make kids by combining magic! Geez… you had me worried for a sec.”

Flash: “So I guess we’ll be seeing another mini Cap running around then.”

Marvel: “What do you mean by another?”

Flash: “Mary is basically a mini you if you were a girl. And Junior? He uh… looks like you too. Kinda. But I’m mostly talking about Mary.”

Marvel: “Oh. I guess so then. We’ll have another mini me. Yay.”

Aquaman: “Will they go into heroics too?”

Marvel: *pauses fiddling with his tie* “Now that I think about it, I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to see what my future wife thinks.”

It was all in all a beautiful wedding. Junior was Cap’s best man. Mary was a flower girl. Flash got to stuff his face with human and fairy food. Aquaman talked politics with some of the fairy politicians. Batman talked about security and defense with some retired warrior fairies. It was nice.

A month later…

Marvel: “Hey guys! Wanna meet my baby?” *has a baby strapped to his chest*

GL: “Whaaaaaaat…?” *rapidly looking between the baby and Marvel before coming to a realization* “Oh is this your fairy baby?”

Marvel: “Yup!”

GL: “Aww look at the little guy.” *reaches over to poke the babies’ cheek*

Fairy Baby: *bites his hand with surprisingly sharp teeth*

Flash: *screams*

[starboye]

starring: nicholas alexander chavez x male reader

request: Nick is the captain of the football team and the reader is the only male member of the cheerleading team, with a phat ass and slutty waist. A slutty femboy if you will. They have this ongoing sexual tension between them which leaves Nick always sexually frustrated and on edge. But whenever things start to get heated the reader just teasingly walks away. But one night when the reader is getting ready for bed, Nick breaks into his room climbing through the window and they have nasty sex all night long

warnings: smut, really rough sex, degradation, homophobia, f slur used but just in sex, fingering, jerking off, teasing

the other girls absolutely fawned over nick, him being the captain of the football team and all made all the women want to fuck him but he only had eyes for you and your righteously phat ass, he wanted you so bad that it hurt, and adding that you were the only guy on the cheerleader team he got to see your ass bouncing everyday during practice.

you on the other hand had no interest in him but you did love teasing him, getting him on the edge just to pull off such as today when after practice nick pulled you under the bleachers with his still sweaty gear on and your marvelous cheer uniform sill luckily on.

"what do you want nick" you ask agitated already knowing what he wants "i see you had a great cheer today, mind showing it to me at my place tonight" nick comes off player like, throwing you off slightly "well i would love to but what's in it for me" you ask filling nicks mind with nasty perverted thoughts "i dunno maybe a little kissing and some other things" nick licks his lips and glances down to yours.

"mm i dont even know how you kiss" you fake pout "well we could change that right now" nick smirks "sure then" you agree which shocks nick but none the less he leans into kiss you but just as your lips are about to touch the school bell rings and breaks you both apart "aw rats and i was just looking forward to it" you fake a sad voice and walk off.

leaving nick with a boner and a head full of thoughts that lead him to the bathroom to jerk off, the whole time thinking of how much he wanted to make you his, fill you with his cock and cum which now sadly is being flushed down the toilet after he came, but this time he has a thought in mind, a devious thought.

now watching you from a far as you get ready for bed, your parents weren't home right now so lucky him, slyly opening your window before slipping in to see you just walking out of the bathroom, taking that chance to pounce on you.

"what the fuck" you yell trying to push the mysterious person off you then realizing it's nick "what the hell are you doing in my house nick" you ask ready to hit him "finally taking what's mine" he smirks before grabbing you and kissing you deeply making you drop your guard surprisingly.

"you don't get to tease me anymore now" he says bending you over your bed and smacking you jiggly ass before spitting on your hole and opening you up with his fingers, pumping them in and out at an alarming rate for quite some time "you wanna hurry this up, my parents are gonna be home in like two and a half hours" you scoff making nick a little mad.

slapping you ass to shut you up before he pulls out his cock and thrusts in into you, a loud whine shooting from your mouth that nick stops by slapping his hand over your mouth and continuing to fuck that delicious hole that he's only ever dreamed of but feels so much better in real life "for a slut like you i expected a looser hole" he teases.

"yeah and i expected better sex but here we are" you slickly say making nick stop going nice and starts absolutely slamming into you, pushing you forward with every thrust but he pulls you right back on his cock to keep destroying your inside, pushing your face down into the pillow to shut up your whiny moans from getting you both caught by the neighbors.

"yeah who's the bitch now" nick boasted watching you turn dumb under him with every pound into your tight hole "dumb little whore just wanted some cock huh to shut up his faggot mouth right" nick says listening to you babble some nonsense "you want me to fill you up hm" he asks slapping your ass to finally hear you scream a 'yes'.

he pounds into you a couple more times before emptying his load in you but oh no don't think thats the end, it's just the beginning for the night this man had with you, had you creaming all over his cock and dumping loads into you like a common whore until you passed out, cleaning you up so your parents wouldn't get suspicious, the next day he saw you he was happy as ever could be.

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[wetpussyju1ce]

the smallest Omega in town takes on the biggest Alpha.

+18 mdni

Alpha!König x Omega!fem reader

note: reader is described as skinny. small wrists and bony knees. shorter than the 141.

John's pack was known to be extremely loyal and fiercely protective over each other. They were nice though, friendly and liked to mingle with other packs and families in the village.

They were also extremely close to each other and in tune with each other's needs. And that's how the pack found out that König, their big, awkward Alpha, needed a bit of help when it came to ruts.

He usually spends them alone, much to his packs disagreement over those arrangements because it can't be good for you, it can't! Then they decided to take matters into their own hands and try to find König a rut partner. It was a very serious matter for them, they coaxed König out of details and descriptions about what he likes. They know he doesn't really have a preference if they're Alpha, Omega or Beta. So that's a good start.

He likes them pretty, soft around the edges and smaller than him, which could be literally anyone in the whole village considering his sheer size.

And that was about it.

So Johnny, Kyle, Simon and John went to work. Looking for willing unmated wolves to spend König's ruts w him. Surprisingly it was easy to find willing partners, they know König, have seen him around and the idea of being impaled on his knot was attractive to quite a few of them.

But the real problem started when König asked for a try-out, before his rut hits, because he knows that a knot of his size could be considered a weapon. And he doesn't want to feel the rejection and hurt during his rut when he realises his partner can't take him, or are scared of hurting.

So they accepted, all of them, pretty Alphas, shy Omegas and tiny Betas.

And it didn't go well, they all believed it could be achievable, like how big can he really be? Body-horror big, apparently because what the fuck.

Oh and König knew to anticipate this. The gods made a joke out of him when building him in his mother's womb. They gave him everything it was to be a perfect Alpha, and gave him the biggest knot that no Omega, or Alphsa/Beta could take. It was ridiculous.

He lost hope and decided to busy himself with rut preparations, stocking up one of their many cottages deep in the forest, away from everyone.

His pack was sad for their sweet Alpha, it pulled at their heart to smell his upset scent. he scented sad and defeated and they really wanted to try harder, to make it all better.

it got to a point where they had no idea what more could they do because obviously nobody could take his knot without causing themselves injuries. and their Alpha can't be alone forever, surely??? I mean, that's a bit dramatic but he obviously craved that type of connection and bond with someone. he can't knot his fist and someone's thighs, forever, it wasnt enough!

and when all hope seemed lost their doorbell rang.

and there she was. the tiniest Omega they've ever seen. well, she wasnt that small, but compared to them, she sure as hell was, dainty and skinny too, bony knees and tiny wrists. she was standing there, wearing a pair of shorts, boots and a t-shirt under a flannel, she looked like she just finished gardening, dirt stuck to her knees and caking her boots.

"Hello?" Simon greeted, confused.

"Is König in?" She asked, looking up at the taller man.

"No, why?" Simon raised a brow.

"Oh and I'm here for the rut partner try-out, thing. if that's still happening." She said, shrugging, all casual.

Simon's mind screeched to a stop, did she say try-outs?? is that how everyone in the village saw it as?? what in the hell??

"What the hell are you talking about?" Simon said, utterly confused.

"What? Did he find someone?" She tilted her head to the side, confused.

"No, no-- Just, what makes you think you can take his knot? You're fucking tiny." Simon went straight to the point.

She smiled, kind and unbothered, "I know he's big, I heard all sorts of things, but I believe I can help, and if it works, I'd also like an arrangement out of it, a heat partner if he'd be willing."

Simon feels like he should slam the door on her face. Just to save her guts from absolute and sure destruction by König's cock because no way in hell would she be able to take him. but then the Omega looks sure of herself. not cocky. just looks friendly and honest and she looks ready to help.

Simon maybe should have asked her to save her guts and go away but he doesn't. he let's her in, not knowing that she has spent years of her heats trying to shove as much of her toys inside her as possible. she doesn't even mention the fact that she ends up fisting her cunt every heat cycle. or when she has a heat partner w a knot, that knot ends up inside her alongside a toy at the same time.

the Omega ends up meeting König, says she would like to help. he disagrees at first because he's not in the mood to take her to the hospital, he really really doesn't want to hurt her. but then she begs him to trust her w the sweetest face he's ever seen, lets him scent honesty all over her and he agrees to give her a chance.

König n the Omega end up talking abt gardening and the sellers at the market and the prices these days. they quickly bond over growing vegetables and their shared dislike for that one guy that sells strawberries and swears that they're that naturally huge (and they're not even sweet, what the hell??)

they agree on a date, and a time, they would try to see how it goes before König's rut hits, and if everything goes alright, they'll spend it together.

when they meet, König's weary, she's not, calm and happy as a clam. she asks him to trust her, and it starts off easy, she holds his hands and König shivers because his are literally giant mitts compared to hers. she sweet talks him into relaxing, she sits on his lap and they start talking a little, then she goes ahead and kisses him and he realises very quickly that he likes that, he really does, her lips taste sweet and her scent is so sweet and delicious.

König's alpha quickly realises that this may actually work and he gets excited in record time, tents his trousers and gets his mouth on her tits, it takes no time for her to start leaking like a broken faucet. König's hand are slippery between her legs and he's about to pass out at the intensity of it all. she's everywhere around him and all he can do is suck on her breasts and purr.

then he gets a finger inside her tight and warm hole. it's wet and feels soft. then another goes next. and another. all the while she's making all sorts of noises, clawing at him, and the more fingers he can push inside her the more he's awed and amazed because for someone so tiny and fragile, she sure as hell can take so much inside her.

König wants a better view so he gets her on the bed, laying on her back and absolutely hammers his fingers inside her cunt, watching her stomach bulge everytime he drives his fingers in.

he's about to lose his mind at the sight alone, and then she cries, squeals and squirts all over his hand and arm.

König then gathers her in his arms, chest to chest, gets his arms under her legs, as they're pressed against her body, practically folding her in half, carrying all of her weight in his massive arms like she was just a doll to him, and finally dips the head of his cock between her pussy lips. he starts to push further in and she's moaning, clawing at his neck, he gets halfway in and he's sweating bullets because she's so tight and she's pulsing around him and yet, he knows she can take more. and he was right because he keeps dropping her on his length until it's all inside, to the root, and she wails, comes again, shaking in his arms and König is losing his mind, his knot swelling in record time. when he comes, he's dizzy and he's heaving like he ran a marathon and he hasn't even thrusted inside of her just yet.

they make all sorts of noises when fucking. it's animalistic. König sounds like he's about to pass out and the Omega sounds like that's what she's been waiting for all of her life. It was filthy, intense and so fucking loud that when Gaz was sent to check on them, as they used one of the many cottages John's pack owns, the moment the smell hits his nose, he freezes and turns back around, he does not want to be anywhere near them if that's how potent their combined scent is.

at least he knows they're having a great time. so he goes back, well, more like runs back to the house, a little bit scared and excited because finally their Alpha got to knot someone!

and when all that's said and done, and the Omega and alpha come back to the shared house the next day. König is out of it, nothing but statics behind his eyes while the Omega looks content, eats everything she's offered by König's pack, starved. but winces once in a while when she moves in a certain way. she scents happy, and König scents confused but content nonetheless. and that's everything his pack wished for.

[wroetominter]

Wedding Guests - George Clarke

In which George and Y/n have a history, that makes an appearance at their friends wedding.

Pairing: George X Femreader

Warnings: slight smut

I stepped out of my cab, thanking the driver as I pulled my weekender bag over my shoulder and carried my dress bags into the lobby of the gorgeous hotel Ethan and Faith had decided to get married at. Some of the guests had opted to stay the night before in the hotel block, wanting to extend the festivities as much as possible.

After checking in, I made my way to the fifth floor where my room was located. Walking down the hall I saw my room, 513. Going to unlock it, the door next to mine opened and I saw George Clarke exiting. It had been awhile since I had seen him.

"Hey George" he looked over to his name being called, smiling at me.

"Hello Y/n, lovely to see you." He gave me a little hug. "Let's catch up when you're settled yeah? Me and the boys are down in the bar if you'd like to join.

"Yeah sounds good to me, give me 10 and I'll meet you down there." He made his way to the lift as I unlocked my room.

Noticing my room had an adjoining door to George's, I figured we would end up being a party space for our friends and made mental note to tell everyone when I saw them.

I changed into something more appropriate for evening, a nice pair of jeans and a basic black tank top. After freshening up my hair and makeup, I grabbed my wallet and key card, sliding them into my pocket and making my way back downstairs where I knew I would find everyone in the bar.

I ran into Faith and a few of her friends in the lobby, squeezing her tight and giving her congratulations again and gushing about how excited I was for the wedding tomorrow. She agreed and her and her group made their way towards the restaurant.

Slipping into the bar, I scanned the surprisingly crowded room for anyone I recognized. I jumped as I felt and arm slide around my waist, turning to the side and seeing Arthur TV. "You scared the shit out of me Arthur." I wrapped my arm around his waist reciprocating his previous movements.

"Sorry Y/n, didn't mean to truly. You looked lost I figured you could use a friendly face." He said so innocently I couldn't help but forgive him.

"I appreciate your face" I gave his cheek a little squeeze and he led me to a booth at the back of the room.

I slid into the booth next to Arthur, and then George blocked me in. We sat with Bach, Harry, and Reev for the evening, chatting about everything we had been up to since the last time we had seen each other. I had been so busy with taking on streaming I hadn't been at as many events as I would have liked to attend. It seemed the boys agreed as I told them I would make more time to visit everyone.

"Do you want a drink love?" George asked nudging my side. Throughout this evening he had been scooting closer and closer into me. George and I had an odd history - a flirtationship really. We had always gotten along well, but after the last trip abroad to Spain we had sort of lost some of that relationship. I think in part due to my absence, and also the growing fame he had acquired taking up the majority of his time as well.

"I'd love one. I'll have a"- he interrupted my sentence.

"A tequila ginger ale?" He asked. A smile grew across my face. I nodded and he got up from the booth to go order our drinks.

"He talks about you constantly, y'know." Arthur whispered to me. I stared at him for a second.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"He misses you. A lot. Talks constantly about your trips abroad, hanging out with you, everything. I think coming around more would be good for him. And for you." I let myself sit with those words for a while. I missed George too. It wasn't exactly a secret that his wit was charming, not to mention his striking good looks. He really was different to most guys I knew.

A glass was sat down in front of me, garnished with a lime, just the way I liked it.

"Thank you Georgie." I used the nickname I used to call him frequently.

He rolled his eyes, tossing a lazy arm around my shoulders. Normally a friendly gesture, but this time there was a different feeling attached. "You're welcome darling." I felt myself stiffen at his comment. He must have noticed, as he pulled his arm back to his side. I instantly regretted my natural awkwardness and looked back to him, seeing he had a slight blush on his cheeks. I set my hand on his, resting on his leg. A silent reassurance that I wasn't upset with his movements.

The night drew closer to an end, and we all decided to retire to our rooms.

I walked with George, seeing as our rooms were right next to each other. The silence between us was comfortable.

As we got to our rooms, I paused, looking over to George who had done the same thing, meeting my gaze.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier, I guess sometimes I just feel like nothing has changed with us." He admitted, looking down at the floor.

"George - you didn't make me uncomfortable. I was taken aback a little I guess. I'm not used to it anymore either. I'm unfortunately too awkward these days. I didn't mean to snub you." His spirits seemed to lift, his eyes looking up to meet mine. I felt myself back months ago, staring in the same eyes, but the situation much different.

"Goodnight Y/n, I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow." He said, unlocking the room to his door and heading inside.

I sighed, following suit and entering my room.

———

After getting myself entirely ready, the only thing I had left to do was choose a dress. I had brought two, not sure what mood I would be in. The wedding was a formal event, and both dresses would work well for the occasion. I had a brown dress with a slit halfway up the side, and it wrapped around my body, with small sleeves on the top. My second option was a dark green satin spaghetti strapped dress that hugged around my torso, and flowed out towards the bottom slightly.

I couldn't make up my mind. I felt like I was going insane just trying the two of them on non stop.

Giving in, deciding I needed a second opinion I opened my side of the adjoining door. I knocked, and shortly George opened the door. He was dressed in a black suit, looking more handsome than he ever had. I gasped at the sight of him as he opened the door.

He smirked and laughed "I know, I look insane."

"Not exactly the word I would have used, but. Anyway - I need advice. I have this dress" I gestured to the brown dress I was wearing. "And this one" I held up the green one. "And I need help choosing which one I should wear." George eyed me up and down, making me suddenly feel self conscious.

"Try the other one on, I can't envision it." I nodded, shutting the door and quickly changing.

It was my turn to make him gasp this time, as I opened the door. "That's the one." He said, adjusting the bow tie he was wearing. I smiled, grabbing my small bag and tossing my phone inside.

"Thank you Georgie. I knew I could count on you." I shut the door and followed him into the hallway. He held out his arm and I gladly linked mine with his as we made our way to the ballroom.

The ceremony was first, the hall we were in was decorated elegantly and I found a free space in one of the pews. George sat next to me, and I felt comfort knowing someone I knew would be near me. He grabbed my hand, silently comforting me as the ceremony began.

———

I wiped a few stray tears from my eyes as Ethan and Faith said their 'I do's' and they were pronounced man and wife. I loved love. Seeing others happy always made me cry.

They announced that the reception was in a separate room, and they led us to the new location.

We were greeted by ushers, showing us to our assigned seats. I was nervous, sat at a table with people I didn't know very well. I could still see George, the next table away looking much more confident than I felt. He locked eyes with me, eyeing me up and down and mouthing that I would be fine. He knew me so well.

I made small talk with those near me, watching the speeches from all of the loved ones who knew the groom and bride best. It was a beautiful night, and I was excited to keep this party going.

Drinks flowed, and conversations kept everyone in high spirits throughout the night.

An arm slid around my waist, pulling me close. I could smell the beer on George's breath as he pulled me close to him. His hand was resting cheekily right above my bum, the other holding my waist. "You look so lovely tonight Y/n. I've missed seeing you." He admitted. I smiled at him, placing my hands on his chest, he had long ditched the suit jacket, presumably due to the warm atmosphere, or the amount of drinks he had consumed.

"Thank you, I missed you too." He looked like he was about to lean in, but I chalked up to my imagination as he never acted on the supposed movement.

"I'm ready to go back up to my room. How about you?" he asked. I checked the time, seeing it was well after midnight at this point.

"I think that's a good idea." I followed his lead, congratulating Faith and Ethan again as George said his good nights to his friends.

George wrapped his arm around me as we went to leave the room. "Come on!" I heard Arthur call out, George shot him a look, and Arthur simply winked back.

Once at my hotel room door, I opened it, standing in the doorway looking at George. We stood staring at each other for a few moments, the silence building a tension I was sure we both felt.

"George..." I started, building up some courage. "You've been staring at this dress all night, don't you want to see what it looks like on the floor?" His eyes widened and he stepped forward, grabbing my face with both of his hands, pressing his lips to mine fiercely. We stumbled into the room, door closing behind us.

I fumbled with the buttons on his top, eager to reveal his toned chest. He helped with the last few, the shirt falling off behind us as George's hands slid the zipper down the back of my dress, the satin pooling around my feet in an instant, leaving me clad in nothing but my underwear. It felt normal to be this vulnerable with George, despite this being the first time he had seen me like this.

He unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them off and grabbing me by the legs, pulling me onto the bed straddling his lap. I could feel the bulge growing in his pants, and I knew I was about to be in for an exciting night.

“I can’t tell you how long I have been waiting for this invitation” he kissed me softly, holding me close.

This was more than just physical for me, and now I felt it may be for him as well. I played with the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed me.

“I wish we would have started this in Spain.” He smiled into the kiss, hooking his fingers into my underwear and flipping us over, sliding them down my legs and discarding them somewhere on the floor.

“We have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?” He breathed hot air where I needed him most. My heart raced in anticipation, feeling him push my legs apart, leaning in and swiping his tongue over my core. My back arched up in pleasure, meeting his face as he began his work on me.

My hands were tangled in his hair as his tongue drew circles, bringing my pleasure higher and higher. I gasped as he slid his fingers inside me, curling and pushing in and out of me, driving me closer to my peak. “George, please,” I begged, needing this release more than I needed my next breath.

He kept his pace, bringing my orgasm crashing over me. My breath jagged and rough as I rode out my orgasm. He sat up, smirking at the state he had me in. I sat myself up on my elbows, staring at him. His chest had small beads of sweat on it, and my eyes trailed lower, fixating them on his pants, the outline of his penis threatening to escape from how hard he was. “George”

“Yes darling?” He leaned in closer.

“I’m yours.” That was all he needed. He pulled his pants down, releasing his erection. I needed him.

He leaned down to kiss me again, lining himself up with my vagina, and pushing in as he kissed me. He was better than I could have imagined. His pace was perfect, thrusting in and out at a perfect rhythm. He kissed me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he worked his magic.

I could tell he was getting closer, as his thrusts became more erratic. He pulled out abruptly, flipping to his back and taking himself in his hand, giving himself the final few pumps he needed to finish. The sight was probably one of the hottest things I had ever witnessed.

We laid there in a comfortable silence, both panting. I decided I should help George, getting up and grabbing a towel to clean him up.

I laid myself into him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I like you, Y/n.” He said softly.

I laughed, holding myself up to look at him. He stared back at me, looking nervous at my laughter at his admission.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I just, I like you to George. It just felt obvious from the last fifteen minutes.” It was his turn to laugh. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me again, and again, and again.

“I just wanted to hear you say it.”

A knock on the door startled us from the moment we were having.

“Who on earth could that be?” I whispered.

“If I had to guess, probably Arthur.” George said, getting up and pulling his pants and top back on.

I wrapped the duvet over my body, shielding myself from the door.

George cracked the door slightly, and I could barely hear the whispers being exchanged.

George returned to the bed, taking his top back off and sliding in next to me, cuddling into my side.

“Arthur?” I asked him.

He sighed. “Unfortunately. He was making sure I finally admitted feelings for you.” I laughed.

“We’ll spare him the horny details.” I said, kissing his cheek and laying on his chest.

The details of this night could stay between us, for now.

[francisofthespook]

Merry (late depending on your timezone) Christmas y'all ! Heres a little oneshot Christmas gift from me <3

DIY Santa

Summary: Judith drags you along with her to meet Santa, but surprises you when she demands that you also tell Santa what you want for Christmas.

Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Wordcount: 1,002

Warnings: Some very very slight suggestive dialogue

Authors Note: Thank you all so much for all the love on the works I've posted so far, I really can't explain how much that means to me <33 I have a longer Christmas oneshot I'm working on, but I didn't finish in time like I thought I would :( So I threw together this little oneshot so that I could post something today. Hope u enjoy it, and that all of you had a great day ! <333

(border made by me :) )

You really didn’t understand how Carol had convinced him to do it, but you weren’t complaining. Judith dragged you up the stairs to the small gazebo that sat in the middle of Alexandria and all you could do was bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing. The little girl let go of her grasp on your hand and ran up to Daryl. He was dressed in a ragedy white sweater, red sweatpants, and a red beanie with a cottonball beard attached to it. Carol must have called in a seriously big favor. 

Daryl picked up Judith and plopped her in his lap. The two of you had been waiting in the little line for longer than you would have liked to spend in the cold while listening to all the other children of Alexandria plead with ‘Santa’ about why they really needed a new bike, a barbie doll, or a pony for Christmas. Daryl looked less than pleased, but he surprisingly played along. However, when you and Jude ascended the steps to the dingy setup, Daryl’s expression showed a flicker of change. He bounced Jude on his lap while asking her what she wanted for Christmas. “Mmm, I want a jump rope and rollerskates!” Okay, easy enough… you were beginning to silently thank Carol, as you had been stumped on what to get your little niece. “Ah! Well, I think Santa can work somethin’ out…” Daryl looked to you and gave you a wink. You lowered your head as you chuckled in attempt to hide the heat that was creeping up your cheeks.

“Your turn aunt (Y/N)!!” Judith hopped off Daryl’s lap to grab your arm and drag you towards him. You were shocked at her demand and tried to quickly stutter out an excuse. “Oh honey, I think I’m a little to old for Santa to get me a gift.” You tried to laugh it off while avoiding making eye contact with ‘Santa’. “Nonsense!” Daryl laughed, “Yer never too old for Santa.” He opened his arms gesturing for you to take a seat. There was no hiding the blush now. 

In attempt to shut everyone up before further argument, you reluctantly turned and sat yourself on Daryl’s knee, angling your body slightly towards him. You didn’t know where to put your hands, so you ended up awkwardly resting them on your thighs. Daryl carefully wrapped one arm around the small of your back, his hand slightly gripping your hip while the other gently rested on your knee. His warm touch felt jarring against the chill breeze that was nipping at you. When the two of you met eyes, it suddenly felt like you were underwater. Everything and everyone else around you was drowned out, the soft glow of the warm lights that had been strung around the gazebo backlit his face in a halo. “And what do you want for Christmas Aunt (Y/N)?” He spoke to you in a low whisper. You were frozen in the icy blue of his eyes, unable to speak or move. 

When you didn’t respond, he prompted you with another question, “Well, I guess it depends if you’ve been nice or naughty this year…” Your stillness broke as you bit your lip and finally gave into the blush that nearly covered your whole body at this point. “She’s been nice this year!” Judith interjected from the sidelines. You had forgotten that she was there and quickly turned around to smile at her before returning to Daryl. He leaned in close to your ear and said in a low whisper, “Now tha’s a damn shame”. He pulled back and gave you a smirk. You finally were able to break your silence with a small laugh.

You and Daryl had been playing a dangerous game over the past few years. Always toeing the line, but never crossing it. You told yourself that nothing ever happened because you never had the time or stability to explore your desires, but part of you was just scared that he didn’t really feel the same despite the constant flirting. But something about the way the sun was setting over the walls, the flicker of lights in the gazebo, and the way he was confidently eying you made you take a chance and stick just a toe over the line. This time, you were the one to lean into him and whispered in a quiet sultry voice, “I may have been a good girl this year, but I definitely thought about doing some very naughty things…” before pulling back and giving him a smirk now. 

Your comment had caught poor Daryl so off guard that his mouth hung slightly agape with his eyebrows rising. You paused for a second, shooting him a knowing look. “But maybe since I’ve been so good, I’ll get what I really want this year.” You said in a sly tone and looked up at him through your lashes for a beat. Then, as nonchalantly as possible, you stood up and turned to Judith with a big smile and an outstreatched hand which she gladly grabbed. The two of you sauntered off down the steps, and you made sure your hips swayed in the most seductive way possible. Once the both of you had cleared the gazebo and started walking down the street, you turned back and gave Daryl a smug smile and a wink before turning onto Rick and Michonne’s street. 

Daryl sat back in his chair stunned and glanced at Carol who had been keeping the kids in line occupied. She looked back at him and gave him a small smile while shrugging before turning her attention to the next kid in line and sending him up the stairs. Daryl tried his hardest not to think about the way you looked at him for the rest of his Santa shift. But every time the thought of you sitting on his lap creeped it’s way into his head, his heart rate sped up just a bit.

Again, love you all and hope you had a good day <3 Sending all of y'all lots of love <33333

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A Love as Sweet as Honey

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.1K

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays my lovely people. Here is a small Christmas one shot for our new favorite family. I know it's a little bit late but these last few days have been hectic. I hope you like it.

Warning: Fluff, a little bit of angst, implied smut, Christmas!!!

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You hadn’t celebrated Christmas in years but this time it was different. There was a huge reason to put up decorations, watch Christmas movies, listen to Christmas songs and marvel at all the twinkling Christmas lights. And that reason was currently crawling her way to the Christmas tree. Since Steve brought home a tree and used as many lights as he could, Bee couldn’t stay away. She moves surprisingly fast for her age. You can hear her small coos as she reaches for a branch with her tiny hand. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Steve’s voice cuts over the Christmas music that’s playing softly. “Does my girl want to look at the lights again?” 

You walk into the living room just as Steve picks Bee up. She still looks so tiny in his arms. Her giggles make you smile as you watch father and daughter admire the bright lights and colorful decorations. 

“I have her hat.” You finally interrupt them, holding up the knitted accessory. “We should get going.” 

“Alright, Honeybee let’s get you all bundled up.” 

You put the beanie on Bee’s head and make sure she still had her socks on. Then you grab your coat and put it on quickly before taking Bee so that Steve could put his coat on. 

“I think we’re all set. Let’s go.” Steve ushers you and Bee to the car. 

The three of you were heading to a Christmas light show. You hoped Bee would love it just as much as she seemed to love the lights you and Steve had around the house.

****

“Alright, my sweet Bee,” you say as you unbuckle Bee from her car seat. “Let’s get you into your stroller.” 

Bee giggles as you lift her up. Her little feet kicking in excitement as she looks around the unfamiliar place. As you strap her into her stroller Steve hands you her blanket and you make sure Bee is tucked in comfortably. 

“Are you ready for your first light show, baby?” You ask with a smile, receiving a happy little grunt in response. 

“I’ve got her bag,” Steve says as he shoulders the backpack full of things you might need for Bee. “I think we’re ready to go.” 

You just nod and start pushing the stroller. Steve stays close at all times. He receives a few stares as you walk by other people but fortunately you’re left alone. It takes about five minutes to get to the entrance of the actual attraction. You both hear the tiniest gasp come from the stroller the moment you start to see all the twinkling lights. 

“Oohhh.” Bee coos as she points at all the lights. 

You and Steve can’t stop smiling at Bee’s reaction. She was obsessed with the lights. You knew because of the way she scrunched her nose up like Steve did when he was really happy about something. 

Halfway through the walkthrough Bee gets fussy to the point that Steve picks her up. He gets her closer to the displays and you have a cheerful baby again. You and Steve stop to get some hot chocolate and enjoy some carolers. 

“This is nice.” Steve says between sips of his drink. 

“Yeah, I’ve never done this before.”   

He leans in and kisses your temple. “Well then it’s a family first.” 

“A new tradition, maybe?” 

Steve looks down at Bee who is entranced by the twinkling decorations. “Definitely a new tradition.” 

~~~~~~~~~~

Steve walks into your shared home to the fire alarm going off. He rushes to the kitchen to see you with tears in your eyes and smoking coming out of the oven.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks as he rushes over to your side. 

You blink back tears as you look up at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin them.” 

“Ruin what, Honey?” 

“The cookies. I’ve tried to make like six batches and they’ve come out horrible.” 

“What are you making cookies for?” 

“I wanted us to sit together and decorate cookies with Bee. But I can’t get a stupid recipe right.” You buried your face in Steve’s chest and wrapped your arms around his midsection. 

“It’s ok Honey. We don’t have to decorate cookies.” 

You pull back to look at Steve, completely offended by his statement. “Of course we do. It’s a Christmas tradition.” 

“Honey, Bee isn’t going to remember this Christmas.” 

“But we will. And she deserves to have the best Christmas ever with all of the fun things we can come up with. But I can’t even give her that. She deserves to have family traditions.”

Holidays in general were a sensitive subject for you. Your family always excluded you from all of the fun things they would do. But now you were determined to give your sweet baby girl everything you never had. Unfortunately you aren’t a great cook or baker. 

“You know what, we’ll figure it out.” Steve grabs the recipe you’d printed out for sugar cookies and looks it over. “How about we take a break and then try again later?”

“Okay.” 

“Steebie?” Charlotte’s voice rings in the entryway.

“In the kitchen sweetheart.” 

Fast little footsteps echo in the hallway before Lottie and Henry appear in the kitchen. 

“Hi guys. What’s going on?” 

“We’re having a cookie decorating party and we wanted to invite you.” Henry holds up an actual invitation. It was hand drawn, Lottie being the artist behind it. “The party was Lottie’s idea.” 

You look over at Lottie who has the most sympathetic and sweetest smile on her face as she walks up to you. 

“Don’t cwy fo cookies, Duckie.” She says when you squat down to her level. “We habe so many.” 

“Thank you Lottie.” 

She smiles again as she hugs you. 

“You two are the best.” Steve ruffles Henry’s hair. “We’ll be over in a minute ok?” 

“Ok.” Henry nods before holding his hand out. “Let’s go baby.”

“See you latuh.” 

You stand up and lean into Steve’s awaiting arms. 

“There we go. We have cookies for our girl.” Steve says. “Are you ok with that?”

You just nod against his chest. The baby monitor crackles as Bee begins to cry. 

“Why don’t you go get her and I’ll clean up the kitchen?” 

You look around at the mess and start to feel bad about the whole thing. 

“Don’t worry about it. Go get Bee.” Steve gently pushes you out of the kitchen.

“Ok.”

****

The Barnes home smelled like vanilla, cinnamon and all things sweet. There’s laughter coming from the kitchen so you and Steve follow the sound. You find all five of the Barnes family together. There are cookies cooling on one counter top, flour and dough on another. Henry was currently working with the standmixer to make icing, his hair pulled back and an apron stained with powdered sugar.

“Bee-bee, hi.” Peanut waves at Steve. 

“Hi, Peanut.”

“We’re glad you made it.” 

“Thank you for the invitation.” You tell Sugar. 

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome.” 

“Now, give me my niece.” Bucky holds his hands out. Bee initially hides her face against Steve’s shoulder. “Oh come on, Bee. It’s your favorite uncle. C’mon sweet girl.” Bucky tickles her side making her giggle and she turns to look at him. “There you are, c’mon.” 

Bee holds her arms out and goes with Bucky. As soon as Steve has handed her over Peanut does grabby hands in order to be picked up. 

“Is there anything I can help with?” You ask as you look around. 

“I was just going to start setting up the decorating stations on the table. Can you grab the sprinkles and those plates?” 

“Of course.” 

You and Sugar move around the table to set everything up. Lottie follows you both and hands you the little things you need like spoons, napkins, and piping bags. Just as you finish Sam, Wanda, Vision, Nat and Sugar’s siblings walk in. All of them are ready to decorate cookies together. The whole group sits around the table trading stories. You have Bee on your lap and you’re trying to get some icing on the cookie but Bee keeps trying to grab the spatula you were using. 

“Sweet Bee let me spread this on the cookie.” 

Bee replies by letting out a high pitched scream and smacking her hand on the table a few times. Everyone’s eyes are on her and suddenly she’s shrinking into you. 

“That’s right, you tell her.” Nat says from across the table with a smile. 

Bee gives her a shy smile before getting distracted by the cookie in front of her. For the next few hours everyone decorates cookies and talks. It’s nice to have this group of people in your life. As you watch Steve fail at decorating a cookie because Bee keeps licking the icing off you can’t help but smile. While Steve doesn’t have any other living relatives and you are not in contact with your family, your daughter isn’t missing out on the love of aunts, uncles and cousins. 

“What do you think?” Steve leans in. “A new tradition?” 

“Yes, a new tradition.” 

He sends you that grin you love so much before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

Christmas was getting closer. Sam had agreed to watch Bee while you and Steve went shopping for gifts. Now you were sitting in the living room at night getting ready to wrap everything. You had set up all the wrapping paper, tape, scissors and gift bags out to keep things running smoothly. 

“Alright, Bee’s down for the night. Let’s get started.” Steve claps his hands. 

“I think we went a little overboard with gifts for her.” 

“I think we did just fine. Bee deserves everything.”

You raise a brow at him. “While I agree that she deserves absolutely everything on this earth, we don’t want her to be spoiled and become a brat.”

“She won’t. We won’t let her.” 

“If you say so.” You mutter. 

“I do. Now,” Steve pulls you closer and presses his lips against yours. “Should we wrap presents or can I unwrap you?” His hands slip under your shirt and run up and down your sides. 

“Steve…”

“Yes, Honey?” 

You giggle as he kisses down your neck. 

“We have to-“ you cut yourself off with a whimper when Steve pulls you in and you can feel his arousal.

“Unwrapping it is.” Steve says with a smirk  as he walks you towards the couch.

You laugh as you hit the couch. Steve settles himself on top of you. His eyes darken with want. You run your hands through his hair until they stop at his neck and you pull him down for a kiss.

****

You lay on the couch and pressed against Steve, naked. Only a throw blanket covering you up. The stack of presents sit all around but you can’t be bothered to get up.

“You’re going to have to wrap all of these by yourself.” You murmur, fighting to stay awake. 

“Why? Are you too tired to wrap a few gifts?” Steve was way too smug for your liking but you were too tired. 

“Shut up.” 

Steve chuckles as he runs his fingertips up and down your spine. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of all of this.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was Christmas Eve and you were so excited. Steve had to work so you had time to set up a small surprise for him. The dining room table was set up for a romantic dinner. 

“Honey?” Steve calls out from the front door. 

“In the dining room.” You reply as you finish placing a wine glass down. 

“Hey,” Steve stops in his tracks as he looks at the set up. 

There are candles on the table, Steve’s favorite dinner is waiting for him. But the best part is his girls. You and Bee are in similar burgundy colored dresses. Bee’s nose scrunches up as she smiles and holds her arms out for him. Your smile is just as captivating and Steve can’t believe he gets to live his dream.

“What’s all this?” He asks as he gets closer to you. 

“Well, you always do so much for us that we wanted to surprise you. It was all Bee’s idea.” 

“Is that right, sweet girl?” Steve says as he takes Bee from you and kisses her cheek. Bee replies in kind by nuzzling her nose into his cheek. 

You smile up at them. Something about seeing Steve being such a good father makes your heart stutter. In your eyes there is no one more suited for the job. 

“Thank you, Honey.” Steve leans down and gives you a sweet kiss. 

“No, thank you for being so wonderful.” 

You gently push Steve to take a seat and then you settle Bee in her high chair. The three of you spend a quiet dinner together knowing that Christmas Day will be spent with your found family. 

**** 

After dinner the three of you sit in the living room in matching pajamas and watch a Christmas movie or two. Halfway through the second movie Bee falls asleep in Steve’s arms. You expected that he’d go and settle her down for the night but instead Steve just shifts Bee around a little and goes back to watching the movie.

“Do you want me to take her up?” You whisper.

“No, I want to hold her a little longer. I want to hold you too, C’mere.” He raises his free arm up and you snuggle into his side. Steve presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

You watch the rest of the movie snuggled up together. This was easily the best Christmas you ever had. You were sure there was nothing that could ever top this moment. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning you were awake way too early. Excitement for the day ahead had you up and getting ready. While Bee was still sleeping you and Steve decided to exchange gifts. It surprised you how much he paid attention to you with all the gifts he got. You were even more surprised that he had gotten you as much as he had since you didn’t know where he had hidden it. But he was equally surprised when you gave him just about the same amount of gifts. 

What the two of you were really waiting for was Bee to wake up. This was her first Christmas and you wanted to see her open gifts. Just as you and Steve finished your coffee Bee could be heard cooing on the baby monitor. Both of you rushed into her nursery to meet a smiling and still sleepy baby. You changed her diaper and changed her into a onesie that said baby’s first Christmas. 

Downstairs Steve had set up a video camera in order to capture the moment of Bee opening her gifts. The three of you sat down by the tree and Steve got the first gift for Bee. You two were like kids in a candy store as you watched Bee’s little fingers scratch at the paper. She got easily distracted by the twinkling lights of the tree so you had to bring her attention back. 

Every gift had grabbed her attention. There was everything from clothes to toys to books. More than a kid could ever need and Steve had to admit that you were right. Maybe it was a little bit too much. Bee didn’t seem to mind all the gifts though, especially the toys. She giggled and cooed happily as you and Steve sat and played with her. 

****

The team was gathering in the compound for a Christmas party. The usual attendees were already there including Sam and Clint’s family. The kids were running around playing with their new toys while the adults sat around talking. 

“Why don’t you two lovely ladies get settled and I’ll be back with the rest of the gifts.” 

“Are you sure? I can get someone to watch Bee.” You turn to look at Steve. 

“Absolutely not. I’ll take care of getting the gifts up here.” 

“Ok.” You smile at Steve and head towards Sugar who is patting the empty seat next to her. 

“Oh my goodness, look at you.” She gushes over Bee’s cute red corduroy overall dress. She had a white long sleeve onesie underneath, matching white knee high socks and a red bow headband. 

Peanut waddles their way over to you. They reach for Bee and both of them start to babble. You smile before turning to Sugar, the two of you talk about how your morning went. 

As the day went on more gifts were exchanged. Fortunately you and Sugar had put your foot down at a two gift maximum for the kids knowing the aunts and uncles, especially Tony, would go overboard. 

Bee was especially enamored with a bumblebee stuffie that Lottie had picked out for her future best friend. 

“See,” Lottie motioned to Bee who was hugging the stuffie. “She lobes it. I see it my fut-uh dweams.” She beams. 

“Thank you sweetheart. We’ll make sure to take good care of it.” Steve replies with a smile.  

“Kay. Can we dance Steebie?” 

Steve chuckles but nods as he takes Lottie’s hand. Rocking around the Christmas tree plays as Lottie and Steve dance around. Soon enough the other kids join and even some parents join them. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent in a calm and entertaining environment. Some of the guys are trying to put together a few of the toys the kids got. Tony obviously decides to be the so-called project manager and they argue amongst themselves instead of actually assembling the toys. You, Sugar, Sarah and Laura watch them work. In the end the toys were done but it took way longer than necessary. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the end of the day you had a very sleepy baby in your arms. Bee clung to you even as you tried to change her into pajamas. Instead of putting her down in her crib you brought her into your bed and settled her right in the middle. She held the bumblebee stuffie in one hand and gripped your shirt with the other. Her big blue eyes blinked owlishly at you. 

“Did you have the best day ever?” You murmur as you caress her cheek. 

She responds with a sleepy smile. Bee turns her head as the bed dips next to her and her attention shifts to Steve. While still in your arms she turns so that she can get a better look at him. 

“Hi my sweet girl. Are you ready for bed?” 

Bee tries so hard to stay awake but you know she’s exhausted after all the fun and excitement of the day. You can’t help the smile that forms on your lips as Steve sings a final Christmas song as the lullaby for the night. His voice soft and soothing pushes Bee into dreamland. 

“You and Bee are the best thing to ever happen to me.” Steve whispers. 

You smile up at him. “You and Bee are the best thing to ever happen to me too.” 

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my headcanons about the primarchs yeahhhhh????!

1. Leman Rus has very thick and surprisingly soft hair. In fact, he has a lot of hair on his body, but it is light, plus he has a sexy happy trail that connects with the hair on his chest. (I want to scratch his belly like a dog)

2. Konrad Kerdz has crooked teeth, plus he is the thinnest of the Primarchs and his hair often looks dirty. (I really like crooked teeth, I want to lick them)

3. Horus Lupercal's voice always had a nasal quality.

4. Fulgrim before becoming a Daemon Prince had a very flexible body, he has straight teeth and he uses his tongue well in all senses. (after becoming a Daemon Prince his flexibility increased)

5. Vulcan smells nice of warmth and salt, the smell is associated with hot sand, his skin has a golden glow and he has a soft pleasant smile. (he's cool, I think it's just nice to talk to him and spend time with him)

6. Guilliman uses tape and suffers from back pain. Plus he wears glasses because he thinks it's cool. (I wouldn't want to talk to him, I already listen to all this talk at work, I'm tired :( )

7. Magnus's hair is curly, his body hair is kinky, his wisdom teeth are a source of discomfort to him. He loves essential oils. (He's a great guy, you can play board games with him, he'll tell you all about his hyperfictions 100000/10)

I understand that some things contradict the canon, but still...

I'll post the rest later.

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Hey raddy and bini can you two kiss? (Just fix it)

"Oh. It's you again. Obviously, we won't be doing that, even if you fixed your sentence or whatever."

"Seriously, why the hell do ya want to make us kiss? We're just... friends. Bini knows that, too."

"Right, Bini?"

"..."

"..?"

"..."

"..."

Raddy was then hit by realization when Bini remained silent throughout the entire time, his cheeks now tinted in a light shade of pink. He knew exactly what she was thinking.

"... seriously?"

"... sorry."

"I ain't askin' for a damn apology. I just wanted to know."

"Oh, uh, yeah."

"God, you really are a weirdo."

"Thanks."

"..."

"..."

"Let's just get this over with."

Now that they face each other, the awkward tension between the Sprunkis only grew. But amidst of hesitancy, there was an underlying courage.

"So. You sure you wanna do this?"

"Y-Yeah, I think."

"You think?"

"I-I mean, yes. S-Sorry 'bout that."

"Stop apologizing for everything you do. Jeez, you're too nice for god's sake."

Raddy starts to lean in, and Bini mimics his actions. As they draw closer, they could feel their hearts beating audibly, in sync even. The red Sprunki feels a mixture of intense emotions; he couldn't explain them, but it felt nice.

Meanwhile with Bini, she can feels her hands trembling, her tail wagging in a quick pace. She had her first kiss before, but it was never this intense, this anticipating. But just like him, it was not a bad feeling.

And then...

The found their lips brushed against one another's. The can feel a sudden electrifying feeling rush in their bodies, their faces also painted pink and red respectively. Such a phenomenon was so foreign for the Sprunkis.

Bini cups his face as they kiss and Raddy holds her delicately by the torso. Never did they expect a simple kiss can bring them closer. No matter how much they choose to deny, it remains true.

And finally, they slowly separate their lips. Raddy was surprisingly more reluctant than Bini to end it all. Nonetheless, he knew they needed air to breathe.

"Hm."

"W-What?"

"We should do that some other time."

"You're not joking, are you?"

"Do you look like I am, bae?"

"No, of course not. Gosh, I love you so much."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Love you too."

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i honestly have no idea what made me think of this concept (maybe it was the office. not sure) and i hope you don't mind reading almost 900 words of pure brainrot, but i wrote a thing to get myself in the holiday spirit and what better than to project my favorite pastime of eating every dessert i come across onto my husband favorite french ginger (no matter how ooc it might be). i apologize in advance to the people who may scroll past this, if there is a 'read more' option on asks, i did not see it 🙏🏽

The week before a holiday just means another holiday party at Soulmates Inc.

Sydni, surprisingly, doesn't mind the parties. She's not the most lively person in the world and she honestly doesn't talk to many people at her job besides Wyatt and Rachel, but the atmosphere is nice nonetheless.

The place was alive with chatter, laughter, and the faint strains of a Christmas playlist coming from a speaker somewhere (all the songs are very modern iterations of the usual classics, much to her very mild dismay). Some people chose to mingle near the buffet table, while a few other clusters nursed drinks and made small talk near the tackily decorated tree. The groups aren't too far off from what happens every other work day, with that select few crowding the water cooler or the printer for just a little too long, but now there's little tree and snowflake banners on the walls.

Sydni stood slightly apart from the commotion, holding a plate filled with neatly arranged brownie squares. She helped herself to one or two earlier in the party, but once she noticed that she was really the only person eating them, she asked the person who brought them if she could just take them all. She was only half-joking when she asked, but was definitely surprised when they actually said she could. Her stance against the wall was relaxed, her eyes scanning the room with quiet detachment as she absently bit into one of the squares.

She almost immediately took another bite once she heard footsteps, giving herself an excuse to not really talk to anyone, but decided against it once she saw it was just Wyatt.

He stops next to her, opting to lean against the wall for support.

“Whoever's putting these songs in the queue needs to be fired,” he says in lieu of a greeting, immediately fixing his sunglasses to rest atop his head.

She hums in agreement and Wyatt flashes her a smile. Then, just noticing the plate in her hands, his face brightens and an 'oooh' sound comes from his mouth before his hand lifts towards it.

Sydni pulls the plate out of his reach, earning her a confused look from him. She doesn't miss a beat. “I'm not sharing.”

“What?!” Wyatt's look of confusion immediately shifts to shock as he pushes himself off the wall and his hand flies to his chest.

“Did you seriously think that nobody saw you by the dessert table the past fifteen times you were there?”

She knows that he knows what she's referring to. In the hour or two that this event has been going on, Sydni has watched him leave the dessert table with something at least once every 5 minutes. He's lucky that everyone else has been too busy eating the actual food and socializing to notice, and he's even luckier that Sydni didn't care enough to call him out earlier. She saved her brownies and that's enough for her. But now he wants those, too, so she has to say something.

An instinctive noise of protest comes from him before he snaps his mouth shut. Wyatt's face twists into a picture of mock indignation, though the faint color creeping up his neck betrayed him. “Sydni—”

“Andrew,” she cut him off sharply, but there was no real venom in her voice. “I looked back at the table every few minutes and without fail, a new portion was gone every time. I actually like these.”

He heaves a heavy, almost pleading sigh before clasping his hands together. She always forgets how drainingly dramatic he can be.

“Sydni.” Oh no. "My friend. My confidant. The only person on my Beets & Dungeons friends list—"

“Christ.”

“—I am deeply, terribly sorry for being so selfish. I was swept away by the holiday spirit, you see, but I'm sure you don't want to hear my oh-so pitiful excuses.”

Sydni stared at him, her expression unchanging. She let the silence stretch between them for just long enough to make Wyatt shift on his feet a little bit.

...It shouldn't work. It really shouldn't work.

...

What was that about being swept away by the holiday spirit?

“...Three,” she said finally, her voice clipped as she slowly offers up the plate.

He perks up immediately. “Five.”

“Three.” He can't be serious.

“Four.”

“One.”

Wyatt's shoulders slump slightly in defeat as she plucks a single brownie from the plate. “...Okay.”

As he bit into it, his expression shifted from mock dejection to genuine delight. He gives her a playful 'can you believe this?' look before shaking his head with his brows furrowed.

Sydni glanced at him sideways, shaking her head but saying nothing. A faint smirk tugged at her lips, though she quickly smothered it.

He catches the flicker of amusement and grins again, still triumphant despite his loss of two extra possible brownie squares. “You’re too good to me. Cheers.”

Sydni scoffs before deciding to indulge him, picking up the square she bit into earlier to lightly press against Wyatt's before they both take another bite into their respective pieces.

He makes another delighted sound before they slip into a comfortable silence, opting to just watch their co-workers mingle around them.

The silence seems to get Wyatt thinking, though. He turns to her with an almost scarily genuine look. "This playlist is the worst thing I've ever heard in my life."

“I'm telling Eugene to change it.”

“Thank you, fuck.”

Oh

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𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖

↳ ▣ | Merry Kringly, Happy Crimmis, It truly is a Christmas miracle this is going up on Christmas. I finished this on four hours of sleep, hopes, and dreams, and the need to post it. Anyway, happy holidays, enjoy some filth!

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘

↳ ▣ | Dhawan!Master x Reader (F!implied)

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪

↳ ▣ | Hi ya, I hope you're having a great week. If it's okay I'd like to request a Dhawan!Master x reader where the master gives the reader a necklace/bracelet as a Christmas present (the reader, of course gets the master a present too) but the necklace/ bracelet is an invention made by the master and little does it reader know that it comes with a remote and the piece of jewelry is activated by a button on the remote and once activated it links to the reader's brain and the other buttons on the remote have different settings. Anyway the master decides to take the reader out for a nice dinner, the reader wears the jewelry, but at dinner, the master could "accidentally" lose the remote and the reader would experience the effects of some of those buttons.

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

↳ ▣ | public hand job (Reader receiving), The Master is mean af, orgasm denial at first. There is some dubious content about some things, slight blink and you miss it implied Hypnosis.

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↳ ▣ | 4200

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Christmas was around the corner, and you knew your alien didn’t expressively celebrate it, but he liked presents, so you talked him into at least exchanging gifts. You had planned a nice night; he would meet you at your apartment, you would do the gift exchange, and then you would go out to dinner at this restaurant that you had wanted to try for ages. You had bought him a few things, but he was surprisingly hard to shop for, because what did you get a Time Lord? A lord of time, a being who was vastly older and experienced in life? You considered a gift card, but even that seemed so ridiculous.

You did manage to get him something from the galactic black market, which you thought he would adore. He had been eyeing it the last time you were there; you nicked it as you were leaving. You would have paid, but you had no idea about the currency, and The Master’s TARDIS wouldn’t translate for you, so you just pocketed the thing and hoped for the best. You were going to give it to him that night, but he got rude, so you decided he would have to wait for the gift exchange for it. You also got him a nice new suit to wear and some other trinkets you thought he might appreciate.

You had expected him not to show up with anything, especially because when you suggested it, he belittled the human notions and told you that your little human holidays were cute and all, but he was busy. That was until you mentioned Christmas presents; once he clarified that he would be getting presents, his attitude shifted to be more on board. Now here he was with three gifts for you, in a nice suit, looking like an absolute snack, and you couldn’t be happier about it. His Tardis was cloaked as a light post outside, and you two were sitting in the nice warmth of your apartment as the snow gently fell outside. He held out the gifts to you and took his long overcoat off. Hanging it by the door, he looked at you and grinned.

“I think you will really like what I’ve gotten you,” he announced and moved to pass judgment on your Christmas tree—pausing at the little twinkling white lights against your black Christmas tree, whose bulbs were gold and silver with tinsel that reminded him of the colorful swirls of a galaxy. There was a beat of silence as he cocked his head just a bit; you watched him; it was clear he was thinking of something, so you decided to pull his attention back.

“They are like stars!” You announced, motioning at it with your free hand, as you balanced the three gifts with the other.

He raised an eyebrow at you; his expression softened for a moment before it steeled again. “What? It's nothing like stars, just little lights.” He shook his head and walked over to your couch, sitting down, crossing one leg over the other, leaning back against the couch. You tilted your head and frowned but walked over. “If you want stars, I'll take you to see stars, Bunny.” He said watching you. “You don't need a pale imitation.” He motioned for you to sit down, but you held up a hand. You put the presents he had given you onto the couch and moved to grab the boxes for him. You brought them over and held them out. “So many,” he stated and moved to grab them. “Makes mine seem lacking.” He chuckled a bit.

You moved to carefully sit next to him. “Open yours first.” You nodded softly; even if he was rude about the tree, you weren’t going to let that dampen your mood. He shifted a bit, his arm draped over the back of the couch. He liked to take up space, forcing you to sit closer to him. You were special, the only human he actively tolerated. He laid claim on you, and quite frankly, you enjoyed having him around. He balanced the little pile on his lap and used his free hand to take the sparkly gift paper you put in the gift bag out.

He pulled out the little metal cube; examining it, he blinked in genuine amusement and awe. “Oh, you little thief, How did you even get this?” He rolled the cube over in his fingers, the chromatic metal capturing his attention.

“Well, you know, you arguing with the guy let me pocket it; I was going to give it to you that night, but you were mean, so you had to wait.” You nodded.

“Do you know what this is?” He asked, looking at you after a moment.

“Not a clue, but you wanted it really bad, so…here we are.” You grinned. “I should have made you open that one last, because nothing else is going to compare…damn, hindsight.” You shrugged a bit and comfortably leaned against him.

“It’s a Minarian key,” he began to explain. “Powerful technology can be unlocked—you know we can discuss this at another time; we have reservations, and I don’t want us to be late,” he muttered.

“You just don’t want to explain it to me, which is fair, I guess.” You teased. “There is no such thing as being late; you have a Tardis.” you pointed out, and he shook his head.

“Oh yes, because I would waste time going back a few minutes in time.” He rolled his eyes and moved to pocket the Minarian key before he opened the rest of his presents. He seemed to enjoy the gifts from what you could tell, which made you happy; at least you had picked something that he would use and fit his tastes. You were sure he would have said something if he hated the other items; he was very vocal about it; he didn’t sugarcoat much, if at all anything.

“Now, open yours!” He said, nodding, moving a bit to shove the smaller box at you first, a cheeky grin spread over his face. You nodded and moved to undo the ribbon; you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. You opened the box, and there was a little black bracelet with a gold inlay.

You looked at it and carefully pulled it out of the box. You had expected him to rave about it, but he just grinned at you. “It's very pretty, thank you, Master.” You said, and his grin got bigger, moving to help you put it on. His fingertips grazed your wrist as he clasped it shut around it; his hand lingered around your wrist for a moment before he let it go, and you noticed he had a similar ring, the little black band, on his ring finger. “Wait, is this some Time Lord proposal thing?” you teased, and he shook his head no.

“Just figured you humans love that matching jewelry thing,” he dismissed you, but he had this air of mischief around him. “Open your other gifts now.” He nodded, pushing the other boxes to you. You opened them in turn, a new outfit to go with your new jewelry; it was very thoughtful and looked pricey. “Go change; I have one more surprise.” He said, motioning you to go.

“How do you even know it’s going to fit? Plus, I want to wash it before.” You tried to explain.

“I know your size; it’s prewashed. Now off you hop, Bunny,” he said with a tone that said not to argue, so you nodded and moved to go quickly change. The dress was formfitting, hugged you in just the right places, and the heels had this flair to them but also gave you another inch or so in height. It was a rather fancy outfit, and you weren’t sure about how you were going to not break your ankle in the heels, but you were sure this was a ploy to get you to hold onto him the whole night. When you came out, you found him having a glaring match with the angel on top of your tree.

“You good there?” You asked, and he looked over at you; he moved towards you, and his hands grabbed your arms as he looked over you, giving a slow whistle. His stare dragged up your body; before he got to your face, he leaned in a bit, kissing your cheek.

“Am I good or what?” he teased. His hands slipped down your arms, and then he squeezed your hips before he let you go. Starting towards the door, he held his arm out.

“Wait, where are we going?” You asked, taking his arm as he led you out to his Tardis, making sure you were careful on the fresh snow. He hummed a bit in response to your question and gave a playful shrug like he didn’t know where he was taking you. You rolled your eyes and stepped into the Tardis. “I made the reservation for that one restaurant.” You frowned, but he shook his head.

“No, no, that won’t do. I am taking us somewhere better; I already have a reservation there,” he nodded. “The best of the best in the universe,” he assured you. He moved over to the console, and with a swift, graceful move, he input the location and flipped the switch, and off you both went.

You fiddled with the bracelet and watched him; he had this grin on his lips again, watching you play with the bracelet. Oh, if you had only known what was going to happen. He moved over to you, taking your hand in his, placing his other on your lower back, pulling you closer. “This Christmas gift-giving isn’t so bad,” he teased. “I have another gift for you, but later,” he said as they arrived at the location. He moved to lead you out, and you looked around; there was fake snow falling but not quite hitting the ground. There were an array of lights strung, making an overhead canopy, and the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg hit your nose.

“I thought you didn’t really dig Christmas stuff,” You said, looking around.

“You think your planet is the only one that has something like Christmas; you are a silly bunny if you think that. Christmas wasn’t even yours to begin with; you just added to it. The Pagans learned Yule from a passing race, and then the religious fools took it as theirs, and now capitalism has taken over. Think with your silly little human brain, bunny.” He shook his head.

You shifted and nodded a bit, “Yeah, okay, you got me there.” you said calmly and looked at him; the soft glow of the lights made him look softer, and you smiled, wrapping your arm around his, partly to steady yourself on the heels and the other because you liked wrapping around him. “So where are we?” You asked.

“Don’t worry about it, but this place has a year-long celebration of the coming season, and it has some of the best food in the galaxy, so let's go,” he said, leading you down the cobblestone path towards a large brick building. Once inside, he spoke with the host before you two were led to a table towards the back. You sat down and smiled, looking over the menu, it was in an alien language, and his Tardis still wouldn’t translate for you. “One day they will like me enough to translate.” You said, looking at him, and he snorted out a laugh.

“You think?” he asked, leaning back and looking over the menu. “Don’t worry, Bunny, I know what we are getting anyway; you’ll like it.” He assured and put the menu down. Once the order was taken and the waiter left, he leaned back, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the ring; you felt your body get warm; shifting a bit, you assumed it was just because of the atmosphere of the romantic restaurant.

You looked around and shifted again, leaning back, smiling at him. “It’s nice,” you said, motioning to the restaurant. He nodded, watching you, seeing a light blush starting to spread across your cheeks. “So, have you come here often?” You asked, trying to start small talk; he raised an eyebrow.

“The come here often line? Wow…no, really pull out all the stops for me, Bunny.” He teased. “No, I’ve only been here twice now,” he said and let his fingers run against the ring; as he did so, you felt your hips jolt; it felt like someone had touched you. You looked down and around but didn’t see anything, which concerned you less than if something was there. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his grin not fading.

“I…nothing…um…okay, okay, no silly small talk then,” You said and shook your head, looking at him; you got your smile back and opened your mouth to speak, but a soft sound came out when you felt it again. His fingers traced the ring, and he tilted his head. “Um... oh... uh...” you blinked. What was happening? You shifted to push your thighs together more. “Sorry, um, right, what's the next big thing, plan…uh…adventure?” You nodded; however, the feeling didn’t stop. He moved his hands down to his lap as he leaned forward. He started to talk about his plan, but you couldn’t focus, not when there was pressure against your clit; it felt like fingers slowly stroking, like he had been doing to his ring. Your eyes widened, and you cleared your throat.

"Are...did..." You put two and two together.

“Oh, you figured it out. I was wondering… But you are rather quick to the take, Bunny,” he grinned. “A fun little experiment; glad to know it worked, a creation of my own.” He explained and twisted the ring; his grin turned mischievous. You felt heat rushing through you as a vibration pooled lower, settling against your core. You jolted again, and even as you squirmed a bit, the feeling stayed. “It uses a bit of telepathy and harmless nanobots that I may have put in you a week ago,” he mused.

“N-nano…You can’t just do that?” You breathed out, your hands gripping the edge of the table.

“Why not? You didn’t even know they were there until I told you…and plus they are harmless…Don’t fret so much, my dear,” he said and watched you with immense joy as you squirmed and then settled so you wouldn’t draw attention to yourself.

“It’s not... It’s the principle…” You tried to explain, but the feeling was starting to get stronger. Your hips shifted as you tried not to let them move. You closed your eyes for a moment and breathed, trying to focus on anything else.

“Besides, on the scale of things, this is tame, and a bit of fun. Don’t you enjoy it?” He mused, watching your features soften as you opened your mouth a bit, panting out.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t—nanobots really?” You managed before you had to shift again; your only grace was it seemed The feeling slowed when a waiter came by to refill your drinks; you thanked the alien with a shaky thank you, though you were sure they didn’t understand you. When they left, you shot a glare at The Master, who was beaming at you, clearly enjoying this game. “In public!” you whined, but it was a more angry sound.

“Yeah? So? That’s the fun part of it, don’t you think? Don’t get caught…” He mused. You shook your head; you were about to say something, but the feeling was back, stronger than before, and you choked out a sound, having to stay still, and gave a weak wave at the table across the way that looked at you because of the sound. “Oh, my dear, you were saying?” He looked like the cat that had caught the canary. “Don’t worry so much; it’s a good night, good company, and some good fun, don’t you think?”

“You exhibitionist,” you muttered and tried to cross your leg over the other, gripping the table ledge again as you closed your eyes, trying to pretend you were fine. Your body was so warm, and the feeling of the vibrations was driving you closer to the edge. He grinned and laughed a bit, shrugging.

“Perhaps, maybe I just like watching you squirm. Are you going to cum?” He asked like he was asking about the weather. You stifled a moan as you fought back against flipping him off; you tried to shift again, your hips weakly rocking against the feeling; it was driving you wild, your cheeks were faintly blushed, and you wanted more, needed more.

“You going to just tease me the entire dinner?” You managed to get it out between your teeth. He tilted his head and then let his hand come to his chin, watching you. He was taking too much pleasure in this, but right now your mind was foggy, and you had started not to care too much; you just wanted relief from this feeling.

“I just might; you are adorable; red is such a nice color on you.” He mused teasing you about your blush. You grumbled something and squirmed more, “Don’t make a scene, bunny.” He warned a bit, “Nor a mess; would hate to explain why to the staff.” He mused, though his eyes dilated a bit, your scent hit his nose, and he gave a little devilish chuckle, clapping his hands. “Oh… you are drenched, aren’t you, poor bunny.” He cooed at you, and you choked out another sound. Your hand gripped the hem of your skirt, and your other hand clenched and unclenched against the table. “Beg,” he said simply.

Your eyes opened quickly as you looked at him, “What?” You looked around. “Here?” You looked at him in disbelief; he gave a simple nod and then mock pouted at you.

“Why not? They can’t understand you, and even if they could, do you really care right now?” He mused. “Beg,” he repeated and nodded; the feeling suddenly stopped, and you gasped out. He must have been tracking how close you were; the sudden lack of the delightful feeling caused you to make an undignified needy sound.

“P-Please!” you said quickly, he tsked and shook his head, giving you a look that told you you needed to do better. “I want to finish.” you breathed.

“I want a lot of things; however, you won’t get it if you don’t beg nice and properly.” He let his tongue run over his canine teeth before he gave you a charming smile. “Now do it right this time.”

You breathed out, you looked at him, your eyes hazed in lust and need, “Ple—” You were cut off by your food getting there, and this made him laugh; he seemed to enjoy this special brand of torture. He looked at you; if looks could kill, he would have been incinerated. He grinned and looked at his food, ignoring your death glare.

“It’s good, eat,” he said simply. You weren’t hungry; your brain was frazzled, and you could feel the slight throb of your core and the want burning through your body. He happily ate his meal, looking at you occasionally. “What don’t you like steak?” he asked.

You had to stop yourself from saying something you would regret, so you sighed and prodded your food, pushing it around. You started to relax, cursing at him mentally for the state he left you in, thighs slightly sticky with your arousal. You finally started to cut into your steak, and suddenly you felt it again; you jolted at the unexpected feeling. “Master!” you let out a frustrated cry; he looked at you innocently.

“What?” he said and looked at you. “I thought you wanted to finish.” He smirked. He was being frustrating on purpose, pushing to see how far he could go before you jumped him or committed violence against him. He was feeling lucky, and you could never stay mad at him too long. “Do you not want to now?” He raised his hands a bit in ‘surrender.’ You stared at him for a long moment.

“Yes, Master, I want to finish,” you grumbled.

“Not with that attitude you don’t, darling; try again. Give me your best this time,” he teased.

“Please, please, please, I want you to let me finish; I need to finish, please! Master~” You gave your best beg; the sultry whine in your voice caused him to shiver visibly.

“After dinner.” He grinned at you and started to eat again. You looked at him in disbelief. Was he really doing this on Christmas? You had half a mind to never play Companion again. “You won’t,” he said simply.

“We set rules for a reason!” You snapped at him. “My thoughts are mine,” you reiterated.

“Yes, well, when you think them so loud,” he said, taking a snapping bite of a roasted root vegetable of sorts.

“You are being cruel now.” You sighed and shook your head.

“Well, if you are a good little bunny the rest of dinner, when we get back to the Tardis, I will give you a very nice present,” he said, looking at you, tilting his head, and giving you this almost puppy-like expression.

“Fine! Fine…but stop teasing me…” You sighed, “I played your begging game; I was good.” you said quickly.

“And just be good the rest of dinner, and I will reward you. Good bunnies get rewards, remember,” he said with a nod, his dark chocolate eyes catching yours for a moment. You felt compelled to forgive him, to play along a bit longer; you nodded a bit.

“Okay,” you said softly, and as you shifted again, you poked at your food a bit, eating some of it, but you were on edge now, and you could tell he liked it, his glances at you, watching you, studying you; it wasn’t until the end of the meal, when he suggested dessert and sent the waiter away, that you felt the feeling again, how warm the slow, dragging circles against you felt.

You weakly submitted, letting your thighs fall open under the table a bit. A low sound escaped your throat as he locked eyes with you again, watching every micro-expression, how your breath hitched, how your heart raced, fluttering against your pulse point in your neck, how your arousal leaked, and how your body tried to stay still but ultimately gave little rocks.

“You are being so good, but shhh, you can’t make a peep… I don’t want you to get us kicked out,” he said, nodding solemnly, like it was your doing, like he wasn’t the complete reason.

You nodded quickly, biting your lower lip as you choked back a sound, covering your face with your hand, trying to quiet yourself and not draw attention to yourself. The feeling was so good, though, the vibration, the way the circles and drags felt like his own; you felt the pace get quicker, firmer, and you arched your hips forward a bit before quickly reeling yourself back in as you realized you were still very much in public and still very much in view of other people. Your only solace was that he wasn’t making comments now; he was focused on you, taking in every piece of information he could. You could safely say he was very giving when he was actually focused and not teasing.

Your core gave little throbs, and you made soft little ‘mhm’ sounds. Every movement, every feeling, you could feel your pleasure building; you felt the soft shake of your thighs, and you tried not to lean your head on the table as you panted, your hand slipping down to cover your mouth as nonchalantly as you could. You let out a soft whimpered ‘Master’ at him, and he made a pleased little ‘hm’ back at you. “You can cum…I’ll let you,” he whispered across the table at you. Your mind was hazy from the pleasure, but you needed to let go now; the pressure was building, and you were so close that you had to bite the cloth napkin to muffle the sounds you made as you felt your orgasm crash across you. Your face was warm from the heat of the blush, the feeling only fading as the aftershocks started to calm. His eyes slid over you, watching for you to mentally come back to him.

“Good bunny,” he praised, though it sounded more like a tease. You had a moment or two to compose yourself at the table before dessert came. It was some kind of crème with fruit. He motioned for it to be placed in front of you, then made a joke at the waiter and winked at you before the waiter left.

“What did you say?” you asked.

“Nothing to worry about, Bunny… Eat your dessert.” He nodded. “Do you like the gift? Just think, I don’t even have to be near you to be touching you.” He purred, while at first the thought sounded like him getting to play this game anytime he wanted, it did give you some joy because that meant he was thinking about you when he did if you were apart.

“I... do like the gift; in an odd roundabout way, it was very... thoughtful.” You nodded.

“Good, now eat up so we can hop out of here; I want to unwrap my best Christmas present,” he smirked at you.

[kolomo]

@animangacreators challenge 28: winter 2024 ♡ ↳ yubisaki to renren

[moonchild-in-blue]

Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of The Rising Sun

[noiseemaster]

he has 72 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces

tboy swag!!!!!

[bookshelf-in-progress]

It's so nice to have this tiny little selection of WIPs to prioritize. Really helps me to keep my focus where it should be.

Wait, what's this?

IT'S A LONG-ABANDONED WIP WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A green-toned drawing of two characters from an original universe, shown from the shoulders up. It's framed as though they're taking a selfie. On the left is Heathrow, a human with dark skin, long hair, a good number of facial scars, and two painted lines below each eye. He wears something akin to a green hoodie, with fluffy plant matter sewn into the back of the hood. On the right is Crassie, a half elf, which in this universe entails long pointed ears, a pair of short pale horns, a slightly rabbit-like nose and markings under her eyes. Her skin is olive-toned, sporting a couple distinct scars on her face and hand, and she's wearing what is essentially a bush and spiked glovelets. Both of them are smiling, Crassie a little bit wide-eyed and Heathrow with a fond expression. The background's a saturated green with the text "1 YEAR!". End ID]

A redraw-in-spirit of the post from last year's Feb 16 that introduced these two to my blog. It's their birthday :]

[dootznbootz]

...It's kind of wild when the terf that you got into a fight with and had to write an essay on "Why violence is wrong" back in high school now works at the pharmacy where you get your medication from...