#designer's edge kitchen & bath

[artistofu]

Traditional Laundry Room Inspiration for a small timeless single-wall porcelain tile and beige floor utility room remodel with a single-bowl sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, beige walls, a side-by-side washer/dryer and black countertops

[microprogressions]

Great Room - Traditional Kitchen A mid-sized traditional l-shaped kitchen design with a medium tone wood floor and an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, a beige backsplash, a subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island, and brown countertops is an example.

[druitts]

Traditional Kitchen - Kitchen

Example of a mid-sized classic l-shaped medium tone wood floor open concept kitchen design with an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, beige backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and brown countertops

[jennhoganillustration]

Portland Laundry Multiuse Inspiration for a small timeless single-wall porcelain tile and beige floor utility room remodel with a single-bowl sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, beige walls, a side-by-side washer/dryer and black countertops

[bloody-vampire-lolita]

San Francisco Beach Style Living Room Example of a medium-sized enclosed living room in the beach style with a light wood floor and beige walls, no fireplace, and a television stand.

[curlyrps]

Transitional Kitchen Portland Eat-in kitchen - mid-sized transitional u-shaped medium tone wood floor eat-in kitchen idea with an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, granite countertops, beige backsplash, porcelain backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and gray countertops

[svarte-troner]

Great Room in Portland Example of a mid-sized classic l-shaped medium tone wood floor open concept kitchen design with an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, beige backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and brown countertops

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Such a lovely, welcoming estate that they call a textile villa. I don't know what that is, except that the owner worked in textiles. The home was built in 1906 in the Netherlands, as a country home, but the family loved it so much that they decided to stay permanently, so the owner built an office wing and worked from home in 1916. 3bds, 3ba, 6,404.53 sq ft, Price On Request (Must be staggering.)

The house is just as lovely as ever. I don't think I've seen a wallpapered sun porch before. The flooring is orignal.

Isn't this a beautiful sitting room? Look at the unusual fireplace. The mirror is set into the actual hooded mantle and the bricks make a red & black striped pattern.

That light fixture! It doesn't come furnished, but those soft green velvet chairs just make you want to settle in.

Muraled wallpaper in this room is so inviting. And, look at the chandelier.

Spacious kitchen in soothing green tones. Look at that stove and matching hood.

The dining room has built-in storage with a fireplace on one wall. I love the soft pink and how the wallpaper ties in with the furnishings.

They chose to ignore the orange tile on the fireplace, keeping it original rather than replacing it. My mother was a designer and it's not unusual to simply ignore certain elements like carpet color, etc. and proceed with the chosen color scheme. But, note how the flames and a few orange glass bottles pull those colors in.

This rustic lounge is amazing. The plants complement the colors of the velvet fabrics.

The wonderful wallpaper extends out to the hall.

A surprise at the top of the stairs- I didn't expect a library. What a great idea.

Very spacious primary bedroom with an original built-in cabinet. How cozy. Love the fireplace and how they closed it off with decorative tile.

Big, beautiful remodeled bath.

The stylized vintage/modern soaker tub was the perfect choice.

Love this spacious rosy room with a door to a pretty porch.

This home is so beautiful. (And, it's not gray or white.) Look at this wonderful little retreat-for-one to sit, read, and relax beneath a gorgeous chandelier.

They kept the original tile in the back hall off the kitchen and prettied it up with beautiful wallpaper.

And, we're back at the sun room/conservatory with the doors open to the patio.

Beautiful patio and gardens.

The approx. 12.9 acre grounds are partially open to the public to enjoy, with boundaries. A number of places are private, fenced off, and expressly closed to visitors. The fen, for example, they kept to themselves, to swim and relax at the water's edge (well, it is their home, so is there an electrified fence or what?). The current owners are on good terms with the residents of the town: “They have seen how the metamorphosis of the estate and the villa took place and appreciate that they are allowed to walk and cycle here.”

Would you, as the new owner, allow them to continue? (They damned well better throw me a welcoming party first.)

https://www.funda.nl/detail/koop/enschede/huis-welnalaan-5/43617486/

[ricciardo133]

Winter Break 2025

maxiel, weight gain, body worship, pregnancy briefly alluded to

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Daniel always loves the way Max looks during the winter months. As Max steps into Daniel's Monaco apartment, Daniel eyes the tight fit of Max's running shorts along his softening hips.

"So, you have new merch?" Max asks, oblivious to Daniel's ogling. Daniel snaps to attention and follows Max into the living room.

"Well, obviously. As your new sponsor, we gotta make a whole Verstappen collection," Daniel adds with jazz hands for pizazz. "And I wanted to get your approval before we send the designs to print and you're stuck wearing all this for a year."

"It can look like anything," Max says, unbothered.

"Oh, good. I'll tell them we're a go on the Enchanté-branded assless chaps."

Max laughs, eyes crinkling in mirth. "Yeah, perfect for Media Day. I assume there is a matching cowboy hat."

Daniel feels his cheeks flush, picturing Max actually wearing that combination and nothing else.

"Just try on the samples and humor me, Maxy."

Thankfully, he's now not the only one blushing. They've been friends for long enough to know how to edge the unspoken line without ever crossing it, neither ever making that final push to send them spiraling onto one side or the other.

"Yeah, alright," Max says. "I'll do a fashion show."

Daniel claps and leads Max over to the dining room table where an already-opened cardboard box holds an assortment of red, blue, white, and orange apparel. He holds up one of the pull-overs, assessing which to try first.

"They're just the rough drafts, so let me know if you think they look like ass."

"No, Daniel, they look very cool. I like the classic look. And the big "É." Very you."

Daniel feels his dick twitch in his pants, thinking of Max branded with his label, marked as his, for the world to see. He tosses the shirt into Max's arms and pulls out a pair of summery shorts to match. "Just give these a spin. I sent them your size, so they should fit."

Daniel has seen how deep the flush can go over the years, like an old-timey thermometer measuring of how flustered his younger friend can get. He bites his full lips as his neck turns pink.

"I, uh, might be a bit bigger right now. But they'll fit for Melbourne. I'll look better."

"You look great now, Max."

Max spins on his heels and into the adjacent half-bath, door closing, as if Daniel hadn't seen him almost naked before. Daniel sits on the barstool at the kitchen island.

Sometimes he hates gooning this fucking horny friendship line and wishes he could just buck up the nerve to say something. Anything. Maybe now that they're not somewhat teammates, it'd be okay? Or is it inappropriate for a patron to think about cupping their client's ass and spreading his soft flesh-

"Okay, remember, they'll fit better in a few months."

Daniel looks up and feels his body tighten as he takes in the sight of him. Max squirms in the pull-over, zipper done all the way up. The orange sleeves hug his full arms, and the white, soft fabric stretches tight along his chest. Oh God, his tits, Daniel thinks guiltily before trying and failing to think about the design aspect of all this and not how Max's soft stomach pulls the pullover's fabric taught. His fuller belly peeks over the top of the shorts. His hips, always seemingly begging to be held, curve and slope down to full thighs. Max shaved. His normally fuzzy legs smooth as he shifts his weight on one bare foot to the other.

"I know," Max says, voice nervy. "It happens every year. I'm on holiday, but I'll get better."

"Don't say that," Daniel gets up. He feels the line veering closer, like pushing too hard on a circuit he knows by heart. He stops just an inch beyond appropriateness. "You look great."

"Daniel." He can't parse the pleading note in Max's voice, something shaky.

"You always look so good this way," Daniel goes on, watching Max's big blue gaze get thrown in starker contrast as his cheeks flush again. Max even shaved his face. He looks so young, like when he was his teamma-

"Daniel," Max says again. "I just feel too big."

"You're perfect, Max. You normally don't wear these things zipped all the way up, though. More like this,"

The line. Daniel crosses it, fingers gently pulling the pull-over's zipper down at an agonizingly slow rate. He didn't realize Max was holding his breath until he shudders a shaky exhale.

"Does it feel good?" Daniel asks, hands trailing up the sleeves, feeling the soft fabric casing Max's biceps.

"Yes. It's good."

"And not too tight here?" Daniel lets his hands draw inwards along Max's chest. Seeing he's already blown past the point of no return, he lets his palms rest over Max's full breasts. "Is it okay?"

Max nods, fast. Through parted reddened lips, Daniel sees Max's perfect, glistening tongue against his straight teeth.

Daniel squeezes. Max keens, a note Daniel has never heard from the other man. He rubs, making gentle circles over hardening nipples.

"Oh, Daniel," Max whispers.

"Maxy," Daniel returns, hands trailing lower, feeling the full rise of his belly. "Breathe."

Max acquiesces, belly shuddering. Daniel relishes the soft, pliable skin below the warm fabric.

"You look so good like this, Max," he says, stepping even closer. He lets his gaze dip, feeling Max's head lower to rest their foreheads together as Daniel stares at his soft belly. He rubs gentle lines around it, dick hardening as Max lets his body go even softer. He could even look three months pregnant, how round and full he fills out the top.

Max whispers his name again and then again as Daniel pulls up the fabric and finally touches smooth skin and then once more as Daniel's fingers dip into the waistband of the shorts, exploring back as Daniel presses flush to squeeze his hands into Max's full, soft ass.

"You deserve to feel good," Daniel says into Max's ear, words falling on the red nape of his neck. "At every weight, you deserve to be so fucking worshiped, Max."

"Oh my God, Daniel."

Daniel squeezes again, more firmly this time as he traces up to hold his pillowy hips. They always look so bitable in his fireproofs, and now they're filling out even more in the too-tight shorts, begging to be gripped. To be used for everything Daniel has wanted for years.

"I know," Daniel says, suddenly self-conscious, "this is, uh, a lot."

"It's good," Max asserts, his own hands flying to Daniel's back as if to keep him in place. "If it's good for you."

Daniel snorts a laugh, letting his hips rut forwards. His stiff cock meets Max's soft thigh. Max whines.

"More than good, Maxy." He presses his lips into heated, soft skin at Max's shoulder. "You're perfect like this. So fucking perfect." He reels at Max pressing his own hard length into Daniel's hips. It's bliss. Max's body, warm and eager and full and, for now, his.

"Alright, so, should I try on the others?" Max asks, a gentle mirth in his tone.

"Yeah, let me help you take these off first."

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Possibly but of a strange request but Charlie’s half blood partner explaining to his dad how planes fly and the function of a rubber duck?

I distinctly remember him asking at least one of these to Harry in the movies and it actually made me look up the answer as well lol

A/n: He did 🤣 , Arthur is so pure and adorable.

Arthur Weasley’s fascination with Muggle inventions knew no bounds, and as Charlie’s partner, you had long since accepted that part of your relationship meant answering his father’s never-ending stream of questions. Today, you found yourself in the Burrow’s kitchen, explaining two very different, yet equally perplexing, Muggle objects to Arthur—airplanes and rubber ducks.

Arthur sat across from you, eyes gleaming with excitement, as he eagerly leaned in. “Now, tell me again—how does a plane fly? There’s no magic involved, and yet it stays in the air?” His voice was filled with pure wonder, as if the concept itself was more impossible than dragons breathing fire.

You smiled, exchanging an amused glance with Charlie, who was barely holding back laughter. “Right, so airplanes rely on something called aerodynamics. The wings are designed in a special shape that helps create lift. When the engines push the plane forward, the air moves over and under the wings at different speeds. This difference in pressure makes the plane rise.”

Arthur gasped, gripping the edge of the table. “Fascinating! The air lifts it? But… how does it stay up? Surely it should fall at some point?”

“Well, as long as the engines keep providing thrust and the wings keep generating lift, it stays in the air,” you explained patiently. “Of course, when it needs to land, the pilot reduces the speed, and the plane comes down gently.”

Arthur’s mouth opened and closed, his brain clearly working overtime to process this completely non-magical feat. “Incredible. Utterly incredible! And you say Muggles travel in these all the time?”

Charlie finally spoke up, grinning. “Yeah, Dad. And they don’t even think twice about it.”

Arthur shook his head in pure amazement before his expression shifted into one of equal seriousness. “And… what of the rubber duck? What function does it serve?”

You stifled a laugh, having expected this question at some point. “Well… it doesn’t really do anything. It’s just a bath toy for children. You know, something to make bath time fun.”

Arthur frowned deeply, as though this answer troubled him on a profound level. “So… it has no purpose?”

Charlie groaned playfully, rubbing his face. “Dad, you’ve asked this for years, and the answer hasn’t changed.”

“But surely,” Arthur insisted, eyes darting between you and Charlie, “there must be some hidden use. Perhaps a clever storage device? A method of detecting magical interference? A secret message carrier?” He looked utterly scandalized at the idea that Muggles would create something purely for fun.

You chuckled, reaching over to pat his hand. “I promise you, Arthur—it’s just a toy.”

Arthur sat back, still looking dubious, as if he refused to believe Muggles would make something with absolutely no practical function. After a moment, he sighed dramatically. “Muggle ingenuity never ceases to amaze me. Planes that defy logic and ducks with no purpose. Truly, they are a remarkable people.”

Charlie burst out laughing, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You’ll never convince him, love. Just accept it.”

You grinned, shaking your head as Arthur Weasley sat back, utterly delighted by the mysteries of the Muggle world, even if some of them would always remain completely beyond his comprehension.

[leonkennedybreedingkink]

one of my many drabbles…. i don’t really have anything further for this but i think it’s fun and can’t bear to delete it. featuring leon hr nightmare kennedy and vibrators.

You might not be cut out for customer service. You, for one, love basic respect for the establishment you work for and love receiving respect, because you’re a normal human being.

What you don’t love is being on your feet for eight or more hours a day, you don’t like shitty tips, you hate cleaning up the dining room when you’re stuck on dining, you don’t enjoy having to get your manager because you missed something (you’re not a mind reader, table ten should’ve told you to your face they want you to die instead of complaining to said manager) or just bc they want to complain and throw their weight around.

Leon’s suggestion—both for the rejuvenation of your relationship, since your hours are frequently opposite—was something to take the edge off.

When he said he had a present for you, you were hoping for some bath salts so you could have a nice bath after long days, or those bunny hair clips you made an offhand comment about (which were in the box, along with a discreet vibrator designed for dual stimulation).

“Leon, what the hell?” You ask after a long moment of staring unseeing at the box.

“Well…” He smooths a hand along your waist. “I was thinking about ways to make you relax at work. Even when I’m in the kitchen, I can feel you stalking around the dining room, baby.”

“I don’t stalk.” You mutter in offense, unable to help making a face. “I stew, it’s different, you little motherfucking-pieceashit—“ you cut yourself off as you finagle open the box. You discard the wrapping and pull open the u-shaped vibrator.

When you look up, your boyfriend looks vaguely amused.

“It was being difficult.” You say after another long moment, weighing the silicone back in your hand.

“Baby,” Leon snakes his arms around your waist, sharp chin on your shoulder digging into the sore trapezius. When you make a displeased noise, he kisses the muscle in apology. “Do you know how many complaints I get from customers about your mouth?”

“Oh, come on.” You scoff, turning your head to give him a displeased look. “You have to swear like a sailor to work in a restaurant, that’s one of the, like, unspoken rules. You don’t seem to mind my mouth, anyway.”

[goldenbtrfly]

Family Home - Tan

Family Home Tan - No CC - Under 25k

I realized I hadn’t cross-posted this home to Tumblr yet, so I figured I should. :) If something is messed up, please let me know!

Here we have another Family Home, as usual under 25k in price and designed to house a full family - in this case a family of 5. Built in the mind-frame of three teens and parents living here, each teen (or child) has their own bedroom - complete with desk for homework! The kitchen is small, but functional and there are two full bathrooms to use (one with a shower and one with a tub). The living room has ample space to move around and watch TV, and even has an extra desk (perhaps for a computer). Pictures of the kids bedrooms are taken in twos - mainly because this wallpaper cuts off at the top and I wanted to show that I did use edged paper.

I hope your Sims enjoy this as much as I did building it. I really like this one.

This home has:

4 bedrooms.

2 full baths (one with a shower and one with a tub).

Fire alarm, burglar alarm, and phone.

Minimal landscaping to keep the cost inside rather than outside!

No CC was used, but all EPs/SPs are installed.

Lot Size: 2x2 Lot Price (furnished): 24988

Additional Credits: Thank you: joandsarah77 for the lot and the Community Spirit Contest, which have both greatly improved my creativity!

Download at SimFileShare or MTS. More pictures below!

[thisismeracing]

Congratulations on 1k <3

Mick + drunk + fluff

Drunk | MS47

⸺ the one where your favorite driver drunkenly confesses his love to you. ✓ mentions of alcohol and food.

⁕ one word, a thousand stories blurb night (CLOSED) ⁕ my masterlist and my taglist

Mick was usually a very composed guy. He was often the designated driver whenever their friends decided to party, and when he wasn't, he still wouldn't get hammered. That's why Yn was so confused when she opened her door only to find her friend and, at some point, a coworker barely standing in front of her house.

"Mick?" she asked, confusion written all over her face.

"Hi, Yn. Wie gehts?" he slurred, starting to use his native language, and Yn frowned even deeper.

"I'm ok, I guess. You...not so much eh?"

She took a step back and motioned for him to get in, which he did stumbling inside and leaving his shoes at the entrance.

"How'd you get here?"

"So many questions," he mumbled jokingly rolling his eyes, or trying to because he was so drunk Yn swore that wasn't a proper eye roll. "I ubered here, or someone did... I dunno."

Yn took a deep breath and went to her kitchen to get the kettle ready. He would need the strongest cup of coffee and the coldest bath, and she would give it to him because if the roles were reversed Mick would sure take care of her, no questions asked.

"Wait, don't leave me alone, Yn." He stepped into the kitchen behind her and almost fell trying to sit on one of her stools.

"I had no idea you were this needy when drunk," Yn joked and Mick didn't answer. His hands were on the marble counter and he was watching with lazy eyes her every move.

They met when Mick started in F1. Yn worked with Mercedes and was close friends with Esteban, so it wasn't a surprise when they hit it off from the start. Once Mick went to Mercedes, they became even closer, and what used to be platonic, started having its own space in Yn's heart. She was in love with Mick.

What she didn't know at the time was that Mick was in love with her too.

"I had to talk to you."

"And it couldn't wait until you were sober?" she quipped.

"No, I'm terrified I'm-" Yn's coffee machine started its crazy noise swallowing what Mick was about to confess.

He directed his blue eyes to his palm, and he could almost hear a small and sober part of himself screaming that this was not a good idea, that she probably wouldn't be into him that way.

"Let's go, you're getting into the shower. I think I have a sweatpant that's going to fit you just right," she clicked something on the machine and started walking to the corridor.

Mick followed her in his drunk haze, just like he would follow her sober. Lance even joked once about how he looked like a found lost puppy while trailing behind Yn in the paddock.

"Can you hold yourself? Shower without falling in my bathroom or destroying it?"

"Of course!" His offended face made Yn chuckle.

When she reached the door, ready to leave him be, Mick's muffled voice called for her.

"I can shower, but I think I'll need some help with this shirt..." and sure enough Yn turned around to see Mick's torso on display while his head was stuck on his shirt.

Yn's laughter boomed around the walls of the bathroom, and she could almost hear Mick doing the same and being interrupted by a hiccup. She reached for the shirt and detangled him before quickly turning around and leaving, trying to ignore how intimate it felt to take care of him in such a vulnerable state.

While Mick showered to sober up, Yn got him coffee, some crackers, and hungover pills for he would definitely wake up with his head pounding the next morning.

When she walked into the room, he was sitting at the edge of the bed, a towel on his broad shoulders and some droplets of water running from his back to his waist, stopping at the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing.

"Gotcha some food and coffee to help you sober up, are you feeling any better?" Yn asked, settling the tray on her nightstand.

"I love you," he whispered, and she was thankful her hands were free because otherwise, she would have dropped everything on her bedroom floor.

And, of course, part of her tried to tell her that it was the kind of 'I love you' you tell your best friend, but the second their eyes met Yn knew exactly what kind of confession that was.

"You're drunk, Mick..."

"I'm in love with you, Yn." He started again. "I have been since my first year in the grid, and I'm sorry I'm saying it like this, but-" he hiccups interrupting his own rambling, and then they're both laughing.

There's some kind of relief in finally sharing the truth, letting it free to go around.

"We'll talk about it in the morning, ok?"

"But...do you love me back? You don't even have to love me, you can just like me, do you like me back? I- I've never done this before, how does one ask if the other is in love too, but without sounding like a fool? Or is it just because I'm still a bit drunk?"

Yn giggled, rolling her eyes and carding her fingers to his blonde mop of hair that was still damp from the cold shower. She dipped down and kissed his forehead, and Mick closed his eyes enjoying the caress of her lips on his skin.

"I'm in love with you too, your dork."

"Can you kiss me?"

"We're not having our first kiss with you drunk," she shook her head.

"Oh- Scheiße!- that's actually true! Mhm but wait," Mick holds his pointer finger up as if he's about to state something, and Yn takes a step back to watch him attentively. "I just crashed your cozy Friday night at home- do you still love me? After taking care of me drunk? After I put you through all this trouble?"

Yn rolled her eyes, kissed the tip of his nose, and added, "Yes, Mick Schumacher, I still love you."

"Even after I accidentally dropped and spilled half of your shampoo on the bathroom floor?"

"Ye- Wait WHAT?"

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: That was a bit longer than I anticipated lol 1k words, but I hope you guys like it!! yay *forehead kiss* Don't forget to like and reblog this piece!

[alice-after-dark]

Inspired by @hiemaldesirae's deer sinner Vox designs (1 | 2) and his Attic-Wife Vox AU

My brain got away from me and this is a thing now.

Wrote this instead of working on my wip oops sorry

Alastor stumbles across a very peculiar scene one day - another deer demon, currently pressed into the ground by a foot on his back and cornered gang of loan sharks in a side alley. He's freshly fallen, he reeks of it. He also smells of something else, like...ozone and something burning. One of the sharks holds a black chain that wraps around the new Sinner's neck.

Ah, it appears the freshling has already gotten himself wrapped up in an unfortunate deal and he seems none too please with it. The blue deer is snarling, baring sharp teeth and glaring up at his captors. And Alastor sees it. They are small, hardly anything, but the Sinner is sparking, blue bursts rippling over his frame as he struggles.

The sharks are too busy talking about what to do with their new prize to notice. They ponder selling him to a butcher ("I hear venison fetches a pretty penny these days") or perhaps the current Overlord of the sex industry, a lecherous bull with a notorious taste for freshlings.

No, Alastor decides for them that neither of these options will do. He will not leave such raw, untapped potential in the clutches of these buffoons. He approaches.

The idiots are thankfully not foolish enough to attempt to deny him what he wants (and oh but greedy things are so easy to manipulate) and soon enough he is leaving with the strange Sinner in tow, a now brightly glowing green chain secured around his throat. He has said nothing thus far, only clutching at the chain like a petulant child and glaring at Alastor's back as they walk to the Radio Demon's townhouse on the edge of the district, just bordering Cannibal Town.

Setting his new acquisition on the couch with a firm order to "stay," Alastor sets towards the kitchen.

"Coffee or tea, my dear?"

The question startles the blue deer and Alastor finally gets to hear his lovely voice. "What?"

Alastor hums. "It really is a simple question, darling. I hardly think it warrants repeating."

The freshling fidgets in his seat before finally requesting a coffee.

Alastor watches him while he prepares their drinks. He is a lovely thing, if not a little odd. Where his antlers should be are instead antenna. He's a little on the scrawny side and likely hasn't eaten much since the Fall. He is wearing a tattered suit that sits a little too large on him and he could definitely use a proper bath. The Radio Demon considers that he's probably been on the streets since his arrival in Hell. His bravado has started to fade now, replaced with uneasiness and a hyperawareness particularly reminiscent of the prey animal they both embody.

The red deer returns to the living room with their drinks and doesn't miss the slight scrunch of the Sinner's nose when he takes his first sip. "Is it not to your liking?"

The Sinner tenses and starts to mumble excuses until Alastor's seizes him by his jaw and forces their eyes to meet.

"Do not lie to me."

Blue ears flatten against the freshling's hair. "I...it's fine...I just usually use cream and sugar, that's all. It's totally fine."

Alastor scoffed. "Why didn't you say so?" He waves his hand and summons a tray with a small pitcher of cream, a sugar bowl, and a plate of biscuits for good measure. He really was much too thin. Typically he would have preferred to have made them himself, but he hadn't been expecting company. "There, help yourself."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" the blue deer challenges. "No one has been this nice to me since I got here, so why?"

Alastor considered for a moment. "Well, I suppose you haven't given me a reason to be cruel to you yet. Would you like to?"

"No!" the freshling said quickly. "No, I..."

"Then there's nothing to be concerned over. Now eat, darling. It may not kill you, but I can assure you starvation is not a pleasant experience." Of course, he wasn't speaking from personal experience, but he'd witnessed it enough to make the assumption.

The Sinner doesn't respond, only nods and takes a biscuit from the tray. His movements are slow and cautious as he adds the cream and sugar to his coffee and he hunches inward, as though trying to make himself small. Alastor leaves it for now and sips his tea. He can feel it even from his perch on the other side of the couch, the power thrumming under the Sinner's skin. He wants to taste it, but no. That will come later. First he must get this man to trust him, rely on him, then he will make his move.

Once their cups are empty and the blue deer has eaten (though not without an absurd amount of prompting) an adequate amount of biscuits for Alastor to be temporarily satisfied (they will work on this, certainly), the Radio Demon brings him upstairs to the room that has been forming and arranging itself all this time. It is elegant and warm, doused in rich dark reds and mahogany. The signal he has been steadily pumping out is already having its intended effect. The freshling follows him sluggishly into the room, eyes lidded and unfocused. It takes nothing at all to guide him to the bed.

Alastor banishes the ruined items that passed for clothing without a second though, replacing them with a soft nightgown. Much better. It compliments the Sinner so much more than that ugly suit. The Sinner doesn't even seem to notice, too far gone to focus.

When Alastor has settled him under the covers, he sets the record player to a soft melody and leaves. Passing his hand over the door, he hears the lock click as several arcane runes glow bright across the wooden surface. An extra precaution. He hums the tune drifting from the room as he heads towards his study.

What a fun new pet he has found.

[dazedandconfused-15]

Dom billy giving you a bubble bath after a long day at work, he sits behind you and rubs your puffy pussy calling you his good girl and ur just his subby girlfriend crying cus hes hands are so thick and perfect 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫❤️❤️

Here you go😇😝

Warning: 18+, sexual content.

Dragging yourself to the kitchen, the full moon's leftovers from a restless night still haunt you. As soon as you got home earlier, you laid down on the couch to get a few minutes of rest. Surprise surprise, that turned into a solid hour nap. You hate leaving the dishes in the sink, so as soon as you see them you start washing them before preparing dinner later.

-Babe?

-In here! – you answer, rubbing your forehead with your arm. A lock of hair falls on your face and you blow it away.

Billy enters the kitchen and puts the house keys in the bowl, his eyes on you. -Hey.

You give him a tired smile, rinse a breakfast bowl under water, and place it on the dish rack. -Sorry, I forgot to wash the breakfast things. When I got home I just had to sit on the couch for a bit but fell asleep. I was exhausted.

Billy comes up to you as you rub a dish with the sponge. -Not a big deal. Leave it here, I’ll do it later.

-I’m almost done.

You sigh as he turns off the tap, resting a hand on your arm. -It's Friday. I’ll do it. Just c’mere.

You grab the towel he holds out to you, drying your hands. You turn towards him, finding yourself trapped between the kitchen counter and his body. His blue eyes roam over your face. He has a spot of motor oil on his cheekbone, which you brush away with your thumb.

-What’s going on? D’you have a bad day? – he asks as his fingers graze the skin of your hip under your shirt.

-No, no. Just...just a long one, that’s all.

Billy hums. He moves closer and kisses the corner of your mouth as his lips linger there, his mustache teasing you deliciously. You can smell the faint scent of cigarettes in his kiss.

-Alright. Let's get you in the bath. Relax a bit', huh? - he asks, his big hand goes up your back and wraps itself around the back of your neck, warm and reassuring.

A bath sounds like a good idea.

A few minutes later, your body sinks in the bathtub as you let the warmth of the hot water envelop you. The bubbles shimmer like iridescent jewels. The rhythmic sound of their bursting orchestrates a gentle melody.

-Aren't you coming? – you ask Billy.

He is sitting to your left, his arms resting against the edge of the tub. He reaches out a hand and brushes your lips with his thumb.

-I thought you wanted to be alone for a while.

You shake your head, kissing his thumb. Billy gets the message and stands up, undressing. When he sits behind you and grabs your hips, drawing you closer to him, you lean your back against his chest with a satisfied hum. His hands rest against your belly. You never cease to be amazed at how your bodies contrast with each other. His golden skin seems even more tanned against your fair one. Your legs trapped between his are small.

Wrapped in the warmth of his body and the warm water, you let out a long sigh trying to ignore the tension in your shoulders. You try to disconnect yourself from thoughts of work. It's no use at the moment.

-You need to stop worrying so much, y'know. - Billy says at one point. His thumbs draw circles on your belly, which relaxes your nerves a little. 

-I know. It's just...there's so much to do. I don't even know if it's gonna work.

You just opened a coffee shop in Hawkins. Things are going well so far, but there's still so much to do. Robin and Max are a great help. Taking care of the marketing and branding part has taken a lot of work, and you all really want this business to work. You are finishing up the recipes and adjusting some aspects of the interior design, but the pressure is a lot.

-Don’t be so negative. The food’s great. Have I tried it or not?

-Yeah...

He nudges your jaw with his nose. -And what did I say? Like the pancakes, what did I say when I ate those pancakes? You know I'm always straight-up with you, especially with this stuff.

You hum in acknowledgment, folding your left leg and resting it against his muscular thigh. -You loved them.

-That's right. I'm not the only one. When you guys gave Eddie one of those blueberry muffins? Man, he cleaned up the whole tray.

You let out a laugh at the memory of that episode.

-You worry too much. S'gonna be great.

-You're right. - you murmur, feeling tingles spread through your belly as his hands creep further up.

-Now you just need to relax. - his breath brushes your ear as his thumbs grazes your nipples, which immediately stiffen under his touch. -Yeah?

You nod, his thumbs sending direct signals between your legs as he rolls your nipples between them.

-Let me take care of ya.

A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his fingers graze the petals of your sex. His hand is big enough to cup it entirely. It is as if an electric shock is going through your body. You can feel the blood rushing down there as all of your nerves wake up from his touch. He knows your body by heart, knows exactly how to touch you, what gets you squirming for him. You had a couple boyfriends before him, but none of them was able to touch you like him. Not even close. And it wasn’t a matter of time either, because Billy got you gushing all over his hand the first time he touched you in that parking lot a year ago. His finger rubs your clit in slow circles, you can feel the wetness build up no matter the water surrounding you. You instinctively arch your back, seeking contact with his hand.

-You're so eager, aren't you? - Billy reprimands you as he bites your ear, slowing down his movements. -Are you gonna be good and stop moving?

-Huh huh. – you bite your lower lip as you strain to relax back against his torso.

You feel his hard length pressing against your lower back, and it only increases the need for release. His fingers are spread to each side of your labia, and he begins to slowly massage you up and down, your throbbing, hardened clit rubbing against the palm of his hand.

-Mh, yes. - you whisper with a gasp at his touch.

The water around his arm has cleared from the foam and you can see his large hand rubbing you, turning you on even more. His other hand is on your left breast, playing with your nipple poking out of the water.

He pants against your ear as he brushes your slit with his middle index finger and you automatically twitch with the need to feel him pushing inside your hole.

-Such a greedy pussy. - he rumbles. Then his words cut through you in his slow, accusing tone. -Can you feel how wet you are?

-Mh, just need it so bad...

-What do you need, baby? - he asks, knowing fully well what you want as he circles your entrance with his finger. Waiting for you to say the word.

-Your fingers. – you breathe out, and it takes all of you not to thrust your hips forward and swallow his finger.

-Where do you need 'em?

You feel your cheeks burning. You have always been shy. Billy is the opposite of you. Has always been. He’s all cheeky and uninhibited and doesn’t care if he falls into the vulgar. And he demands the same from you. You can't escape him.

-In my pussy. - you whisper, and he hums in appreciation, his voice rumbles against his chest.

-Atta girl.

He pushes his finger inside you, filling you to the brim. You gasp, tilting your head back, feeling the metal of his ring against your labia, waiting for him to start moving. And when he does, you let a low moan. You instinctively pull your right leg out of the water so that your calf rests on the edge of the tub to be spread for him and give him more access, water dripping onto the floor from your foot.

-Yeah, just like that. Open wide, baby. - Billy whispers, and almost pulls out his finger to add another one, tearing a high-pitched groan from you.

You lift your head from his chest, watching in rapture as his big fingers move in and out of you in the water, the heel of his hand against your pubis. The air in the bathroom is hot and humid, your body is on fire. A drop of sweat slides down you temple. You never want it to end, but at the same time, you feel the burning need to release.

-More. - you whisper, resting your head back against his shoulder. You move your hips to meet his movements, but as soon as you do Billy pulls out his fingers.

Your sex contracts around nothing. You feel frustration rising in you and you’re about to say something but Billy wraps his hand around your throat.

-What did I say? - he murmurs, his lips against your skin.

His voice is a warning in itself. If you move, he gives you nothing.

-Sorry. It just feels so good. Please, Billy.

You turn your head meeting his blue eyes, begging him with your gaze. You press your lips against his for good measure. Billy grunts, his tongue finding yours as he lightly tightens his hand around your throat. The pleasure and slight adrenaline of the gesture mingle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His eyes lock into yours as he slowly pushes his three fingers inside you. Your eyes flutter as he fills you again. You feel him increase his pace and you no longer contain the sounds that leave your mouth, your breath mixing with his. Then he curls his fingers and hits the spongy skin inside you, and something uncomfortable mixed with something beyond pleasure makes you close your eyes. Your leg begins to ache from its position against the edge of the tub, but you can't bring yourself to care, desperate as you are for the release. Your hips though, start to move on their own again, meeting his fingers urgently.

-God, yes ... ah ...

And just like that, he pulls out his fingers again.

You turn to look at him, frowning in dismay. Billy shakes his head, his hand slowly rubbing your swollen sex. -You're not listening.

-I’ll listen! I promise. I won't move. Just, please... - you moan, straining not to move against his teasing hand.

His fingers linger on your swollen labia. -What a brat. - then he roughly pushes his fingers inside you, without warning.

You cry out against his mouth and he silences you with his lips. His tongue follows the movement of his fingers and you almost roll your eyes at how erotic and overwhelming all of this is.

-Can you stay put baby? Want me to make you cum? Huh? - he asks, curling his fingers inside you.

You answer with a noncommittal sound, your toes curling every time his fingers apply pressure against that patch of skin. You feel yourself reaching the end quickly, feeling like you’re sliding down towards the edge of a ravine with alarming speed.

Billy tightens his grip around your throat, forcing you to open your eyes. He looks at you under his long dark lashes with a certain hunger. -Want you to watch me when I make this pussy come.

-Huh huh. – you nod eagerly, your nose brushing against his. -Please, yes.

Your legs start shaking as he keeps hitting that sweet spot, the familiar warmth in your belly starts spreading until you can't take it anymore and you cry out, contracting violently around his fingers, your flesh pulsing rhythmically, your eyes nearly crossing from the intense and long pleasure, so good it almost hurts.

-Yeah, such a good girl. - he whispers, his fingers moving gently inside you as you ride out your orgasm. Your legs give out as you loll your head to the side against his chin, your eyes fluttering shut, feeling utterly spent. Billy kisses your forehead, his hand now gentle around your throat, his thumb caressing your jaw.  -You did so well for me.

You just let out a sigh, feeling lulled by the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne surrounding you, feeling at home.

[theperksofbeingstupid]

spiderbit fluff or fright DÍA TRES!!!!!!!!! prompt: cannibalism. it turned out a lot sillier than some of my other cannibalism stuff <33 inspired by johannis' art!!!!!!!

Roier has been pestering him for weeks at this point. Every morning during breakfast, while they harvested the coffee beans, while they worked on their respective projects. For every meal, every free moment he has, he's giggling and jumping around Cellbit, tugging on his hair or pressing fleeting kisses into his skin.

And normally, Cellbit would be ecstatic to have his husbands undivided attention. But this has been far too undivided.

"Don't you have things to do, guapito?" he asks, running his hands through his hair. They're sitting in Cellbit's office in the Order. Working. Or at least, Cellbit is trying to work while Roier flops dramatically on the sofa and drapes an arm over his face.

"You don't want me anymore, I see how it is," he moans, squinting at him with eyes full of crocodile tears.

"I didn't say that," Cellbit sighs.

"Well! You meant it!"

"Guapi-"

"No! It's too late now," Roier sits up suddenly, "Here I am, keeping my ungrateful husband company. Taking time out of my busy day to plan a Valentines surprise for you, and this is the thanks I get."

"You're planning a what?" Cellbit thinks back on the last few weeks. Is it February already? He's been so caught up in going over adjustments to the Egg Hotel, expanding the Castelo, and lying to Cucurucho that he didn't even notice. And now that he thinks about it, Roier has been disappearing in the middle of the night suspiciously for days now.

"A nothing! Not anymore," Roier slides down the sofa and onto the paper-covered floor.

Cellbit waits patiently. One second, two, three, four-

Another loud, dramatic sigh from behind the coffee table.

Cellbit puts his pen down and rises from his chair, back creaking alarmingly. He crosses the room and stops with his feet inches from Roier's head on the ground. He looks down at him, hair all splayed out and bandana barely hanging on.

"I'm sorry, guapito," he says placatingly, "Oh dear husband of mine, how can I possibly make it up to you?"

Roier glares at him suspiciously. "Two pm sharp tomorrow in the blood room. Wear something nice." And with that he kicks off the ground and lands with his back to Cellbit, "Y ven con apetito, gatinho."

Which honestly, leaves Cellbit with more questions than answers.

Tomorrow arrives quickly enough, with Roier once more slipping out of bed in the middle of the night and returning an hour later to a disgruntled Cellbit. In the morning, Cellbit contents himself with a light avocado toast for breakfast while Roier hums happily and prances around the kitchen.

"Can I at least get a hint?" he asks, watching as Roier picks up and puts down a set of knives of alarmingly increasing sizes.

"Hmm?" Roier seems distracted. Whatever it is he's planning has a part of Cellbit on edge. A much larger part of him trusts his husband implicitly, however.

"Just wear something you don't mind getting dirty," he replies, and makes off holding one of their largest kitchen knives.

When two in the afternoon rolls around, Roier has been missing for a couple of hours already, and a sign spelling NO ENTRAR HASTA LAS DOS has mysteriously appeared on top of the blood room elevator. Cellbit can be excused for feeling a little nervous as he breaks it and drops down into their designated meeting spot.

He's greeted by a table set for two, candles lit and two glasses of wine resting on a deep red tablecloth.

Roier is sitting on the far side, smiling up at him as the walls bathe him in red and the flames cast shadows on his face.

"Happy Valentines, gatinho," he says, and then plunges the knife in his hands straight into his chest.

Cellbit's heart stops.

What the fuck.

"What the fuck, guapito!" Cellbit yells and scrambles forward, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to reach his husband- His husband who just stabbed himself, his husband who is not bleeding out, his husband who is laughing at him as he pulls the knife out calmly and sets it on the table.

"Que porra é isso."

"Calma, gatinho, calma." Roier lets out another laugh, "You should've seen your face!"

Cellbit feels like his brain is slowly rebooting. He reaches Roier and slowly sinks down to his knees beside him.

"O que- o que você está fazendo."

"Es tu sorpresa!"

Roier grabs Cellbit's hands and pulls him close, planting a kiss on his still parted lips.

"No te preocupes, gatinho. I'm fine! Badboy helped me work out a spell." He scuffs his foot along the floor and when Cellbit looks down, he can see lines traced on the ground in blood, forming a symbol along the whole room.

"What is-"

"Dinner!" Roier tugs Cellbit onto his lap suddenly, the table shaking violently and the wine almost spilling over the sides of the glass with the motion.

"Now eat," Roier says, staring unblinkingly up at him.

Cellbit swallows down his nerves, and allows his stomach to flutter in excitement. The smell of blood is intoxicating, and red always did look better on Roier.

He reaches forward slowly, fingers shaking as he presses them against the open wound on Roier's chest. It's hot, and the raw edges seem to burn his fingertips.

Roier's breath catches when Cellbit's hand slips fully inside, blood welling up and spilling down his wrist. He laughs giddily, watching as Roier's eyes dilate, pupils blown out so wide his eyes almost look black.

"Te amo, guapito," he whispers.

Roier tightens his grip on Cellbit's waist, nails digging into his skin under his dress shirt. "También te amo," he replies easily, words barely audible as Cellbit's hand closes around his still-beating heart.

Cellbit leans forward to press a kiss to his husband's cheek, "Obrigado," he smiles, and then rips Roier's heart out.