#i have the outline and the beginning ready to go for whenever i want to pick it back up

[birlwrites]

How go your projects? I believe the writing ones at present underway are Bloodfinch and possibly the Rainfall sequel?

primarily drafting bloodfinch, but i also have a short story in its final round of edits!! i was hoping to get it out in june, but both my personal and work life have gotten incredibly busy, so new goal is sometime in july

i'm like, cackling and plotting and scheming with bloodfinch because i did some plot work similar to when i was making posts about the foreshadowing in lachrimae that was just Appearing and me trying to make sense of what my subconscious wanted me to put in - i've discovered something veeeeeeery interesting about finch that nobody knows except me and one (1) fictional character (not finch) (they've never even met, unless of course they have............) (not that finch would know anything about it because she is a delightful mix of self-sacrificing and self-absorbed and is not super perceptive as a result)

oh also i've changed a couple of things about finch's friendship with adalric - the first thing is that i took the 'h' out of his name because it has a much more Fantasy Story vibe without it. sometimes i forget that i have done this. i'm going to have to do a ctrl+f for 'adalrich' on the full draft. the second thing is that now, at the beginning of the story, they've been close friends for years, which is behavior that the king indulges because adalric is a very dutiful crown prince and he shows zero (0) signs of letting his friendship with the bloodfinch affect his obligation to his country. i plan to throw that out the window, of course

and i've changed something very, very important: at first, i was writing finch singing as being a pretty non-magical experience, very much in line with my own personal physical experience of singing. but now, due to Plot Reasons Mumblemumblemumble, singing makes her feel physically horrible, regardless of the perfection of her technique.

did i have to scrap my previous draft and start over? yes. did i then beat that word count within 48 hours? also yes. is it going to be a stronger story? DEFINITELY yes. so i'm very excited!!!!!

i've like barely been on tumblr the past week or so, so my blog's mainly been running on queue, hence the lack of me posting about how writing is going atm (i also haven't had much writing time ajgkhjgksdf). but please do feel free to inquire at any time!

[tbaluver]

The Love And DeepSpace Men- Boyfriend Headcanons + Scenarios/ Imagines Pt. 2

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader requested: myself bc i craved writing something sweet genre: perhaps tooth rotting fluff fluff warnings: none unless you want cavities a/n: every day i wish they were real and every day i have a lads brain rot and i would gatekeep these ideas but i would never so here ya go ! lmk if i should write more of these ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა enjoy reading ! first part is here if you haven't read it! Pt.1 any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

The type of boyfriend who will finish your food whenever you can't finish it. He'll let you eat his food even when you say you're not hungry or you don't want anything. If the food he gets isn't something you would want, he'll make sure to buy something for you even if you say you don't want it.

You can expect his hand to always sneak into your lap when you lay in bed together after a long day. Gently embracing your lower stomach and whispering sweet nothings into your ear before you both fall asleep.

If you can't sleep, he'll try to join you for midnight snacks and watch whatever's on TV. He's trying his best to stay awake but you can already see him dozing off, clutching the stuffed plushie you won at the arcade.

Scenario:

You two sat on the soft grass, surrounded by a blanket of stars that painted the dark canvas of the night sky, eagerly waiting for the shooting stars to streak by.

"Xavier do you have anything in mind for what you're going to wish for?"

He turns to you, his gaze softening and a gentle smile spreads across his face. "I don't need to wish for anything else if my wish has already come true- I'm looking right at her."

Zayne:

He keeps all the little trinkets you've given him by his nightstand at home and his desk at work. That way when he wakes up you're the first thing on his mind, not that you left his mind in the first place. Each time he glances at them, he's flooded with happy memories and filled with anticipation to return to your embrace.

The type of boyfriend who puts a blanket over you if you fall asleep on the couch and eventually carries you to your shared bed.

Puts a ridiculous amount of sugar in his coffee that kind of leaves you concerned for your lover's sweet tooth.

Scenario 1:

You two lay in bed together, enjoying the lazy morning, not wanting to get up as if doing so would mean the day truly had to begin. You trace the outlines of his bare chest, your fingers dancing over the area where his heart beats.

“What are you doing?” he asks curiously as he watches you glide your fingers gently around his chest.

“Finding your heart and seeing who lives there,”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, a smile curling on his lips. “No one is there right now.”

You frown at his response, a playful pout forming on your lips. He cups your cheek, finding your reaction to be amusing and adorable. “That’s because the owner of my heart is currently right in front of me.”

Scenario 2:

As Zayne rushes to get ready for an emergency call from the hospital, his glasses are perched on top of your head.

“Zayne, aren’t you forgetting something?” you hinted, leaning in for a goodbye kiss.

“Ah yes, thank you.” He retrieves his glasses and you mock a pout. But he leans down, brushing your lips with his with a sweet kiss, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “I love you. Please don’t stay up waiting for me again.”

Rafayel:

Sometimes he can be your boyfriend but sometimes he's also like your child from how much you baby him

He needs to be close to you at all times. The type of boyfriend who is all over you all the time. He needs to be close and touching you at all times. If you got hot from cuddling, he'll have either his hands or legs over your body because if you were apart for more than a second he thinks he might explode.

The boyfriend who stays up making something special for days and stays up overnight just to make it perfect just for you.

The type of boyfriend who adjusts your do not disturb on your phone so only his notification pops up whenever you're on do not disturb.

Imagine swimming in the ocean, you're enveloped in his embrace as you both gaze at the moonlight and stars above. He holds you close, resting his chin gently on the top of your head while you nestle your hand and head against his chest. It’s perfect like this. Just two of you near his homeland, the sea. Just him and you in your own world where you both find peace with the gentle sounds of the waves surrounding you both.

Sylus:

At the beginning of your relationship he redecorates his entire home so that you'll like it more and feel more inclined to stay over and stay the night at his place.

He only has a soft spot for you and only you. You see a side of him no one else does and not just that but his super silly side.

Sometimes he'll lift you onto the counter or lift you up to get what you need on a high shelf just because he wants to hold you.

The type of boyfriend who gets on his knees or sits down to be on the same level as you when you don't want to look up at him anymore. If he was sitting, he's definitely pulling you to his lap because you're not going to be the only one standing!

The type to hold all of your shopping bags and pure for you when you’re out shopping together. He does not complain about holding your purse at all, not that it would ever bother him in the first place. Also does not complain about holding all of your shopping bags, it’s literally light work for him and he would encourage you to buy more things of whatever you wanted.

Imagine after a long night at an auction, you two stumble back into your shared home not breaking the kiss. Your hands rest on Sylus’s neck, slowly sliding down as he murmurs sweet phrases against your lips. His strong arms wrap around your waist as he carries you bridal style, guiding you both toward your shared bedroom.

[isaadore]

STITCHES QUINN HUGHES

pairing quinn hughes x doctor!reader

SUMMARY when quinn suffers a shoulder injury, he’s forced to work with you. word count 1.2k words

warnings mentions of injury and physical pain, workplace romance, teasing, forced proximity (?), fluff

note first quinn fic in a while!! (even tho it's a bit on the shorter side 😞) missed writing for him

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THE CROWD CHEERED as the Canucks’ focused, ready to take back the lead. You watched from the medical bay, eyes following the puck and scanning for any signs of injury. As the new head of the medical team, this season was a make-or-break for you, and you knew you had to prove yourself capable of handling any situation under pressure.

Then, it happened.

A bone-jarring hit echoed through the rink. Your eyes shot up to the screen just in time to see Quinn Hughes take a brutal check into the boards, twisting in a way that made your stomach lurch. He went down hard, clutching his shoulder. The team’s medical staff rushed onto the ice and helped him off, and a few moments later, he was hobbling into the treatment room, face pale and pained, still gripping his shoulder.

He sat down, wincing as he did so, and looked up, his blue eyes meeting yours. He offered a slight nod, even managing a tight smile. “Guess it was just a matter of time, huh?”

You returned his smile, feeling sympathetic. “Seems like it, but let’s see what’s going on.”

You placed an ice pack over his shoulder, trying to ease some of the swelling. “I’ll start with a few checks to see what kind of injury we’re dealing with. Let me know if it hurts too much.”

He gave a small nod. “I’m tougher than I look.”

Carefully, you guided his arm, checking his shoulder’s movement. He was trying to play it off, but you could see his face tighten in pain. “Quinn, don’t push through it,” you said gently but firmly. “If it hurts, I need to know.”

He let out a shaky breath. “All right… yeah, it hurts a lot more than I thought it would.”

“Thank you for being honest,” you replied, moving his arm back to a resting position. “For now, let’s get a scan to see what’s really going on. My guess is you’ll need some time off the ice to heal, maybe a few weeks.”

His expression fell, and he let out a quiet sigh, his gaze dropping to the floor. “That long?”

You nodded, keeping your tone reassuring. “It’s tough, but this is about protecting your long-term health. We’ll take it step by step.”

He nodded, visibly frustrated. “Can’t say I’m thrilled, but I guess I don’t have much of a choice.”

The next morning, Quinn showed up for his first official rehab session. He wore a hoodie, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his posture closed off and frustrated. You recognized the look; a mix of vulnerability and irritation. Being benched was the last thing any player wanted.

“Ready to get started?” you asked, offering a gentle smile.

He shrugged, though his attempt to hide his irritation was clear. “I don’t know if I’d say ready, but I’m here.”

You chuckled, leading him through an outline of the exercises. “Today’s going to be mostly small movement work. It might seem light, but this is where it all begins.”

You guided him through gentle exercises, keeping it easy to help him regain strength in his shoulder. He followed along, sometimes gritting his teeth when it hurt, and you noticed him stealing glances your way when he thought you weren’t looking. He’d fidget whenever your hands brushed his shoulder or arm, you could see he trying to distract himself from the pain.

After the session, you began to reorganize the room. He leaned against a table, watching you. “So, how’d you end up working with a bunch of stubborn hockey players?”

You laughed, glancing at him. “Guess I like a challenge.”

He grinned, looking amused. “Well, you found one. We’re all terrible patients.”

“I’m beginning to see that,” you teased, crossing your arms as you met his gaze. “But I don’t mind it.”

Over the following weeks, Quinn’s rehab sessions became a regular part of your day. You fell into a rhythm together, moving through the exercises, slowly adding tougher movements as his shoulder improved. Sometimes you talked about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other’s company. He’d walk in a little more relaxed each day, his mood visibly lifting.

One morning, after a particularly tough session, he sat back, wiping sweat from his brow. “I don’t know how you put up with me,” he said, half-joking. “I’m probably driving you nuts.”

You leaned against the table beside him, crossing your arms. “Honestly? You’re one of my better patients. Some guys complain non-stop.”

“Guess I’m saving that part for later,” he replied, smirking. Then he paused, his smile fading a bit. “But seriously… thank you. You make this bearable.”

Your gaze softened. “I’m glad to hear that. It’s hard to be off the ice, but I’m here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on you. “I can tell you actually mean that.” His voice was quiet, almost as if he were afraid of ruining the moment. “Most people just want to get us back on the ice as fast as possible for the pay. But you’re different.”

Your cheeks warmed at the sincerity in his words. “I care about what I do. And it’s easy to care for passionate people.”

His expression softened, and he looked at you, something in his gaze you couldn’t quite place. “Maybe you can remind me next time I’m feeling sorry for myself.”

“Deal,” you replied, smiling. “But you owe me for all this extra therapy.”

He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk appearing on his face. “Are you saying I’m high maintenance?”

“I’m saying that you’re lucky I’m patient,” you shot back, feeling a strange, excited flutter in your chest. His playful expression softened, and his eyes focused intently on you.

“I’ll remember that,” he said quietly, his gaze holding yours a little longer than necessary.

One evening, after the facility had mostly emptied, you were finishing up some paperwork when you heard footsteps approaching. You looked up, surprised to see Quinn lingering in the doorway, looking as though he’d been debating whether or not to come in.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” you said, setting down your pen.

“Didn’t expect you to be here this late either,” he replied, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Do you ever stop working?”

You smiled. “Not when I’m invested in a patient’s progress. And you, Quinn, are making a lot of progress.”

He stepped further into the room, a hesitant smile on his face. “That’s good to hear. And I guess part of me wanted to say thanks. For everything.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve already thanked me a hundred times.”

“I know. But…” He looked down, gathering his thoughts. “This isn’t easy for me. Not being on the ice, not doing what I love. But you make it easier.”

The air felt thick, and his gaze met yours, soft and vulnerable in a way you hadn’t seen before. You felt your pulse quicken, and before you could stop yourself, you said, “Maybe when you’re cleared, we can celebrate with a coffee; you owe me after all.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, but it quickly melted into a warm smile. “I’d like that. More than you know.”

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[number1jeonginstan]

A/N: Based on this ask right here! Please send feedback because I love to hear it! Also, this was such a cute write, but you know I gotta add my own twist (hehehe)

WC: 1.8k (kinda quick)

Pairing: Bf!Chan x Virgin afab!Reader

Wairing: Fluff and Smut! Loss of virginity, the reader is kinda scared of dicks (that's what was asked in the ask!), pet names (baby and sweetheart), unprotected sex (it's me and Chan, come on), cumming inside, f! fingering, idk what else

“It’s just weird to think about” you sighed, trying to explain your logic behind not wanting to have sex. Scratch that, you want to have sex with Chan, he’s been teasing you for weeks and your fingers haven’t been helping. 

Even at the beginning of your relationship, you explained to Chris that you had never had sex, and he understood, telling you it was perfectly fine, but you didn’t tell him the reason why until a few minutes ago.

“I don’t think it’s that weird, it’s a reproductive organ that all men were born with” he chuckled, watching your face of disgust. 

“Exactly, men were born with. I’m not a man, so I can live my whole life without seeing one” you emphasized as he came closer to you, nibbling on your ear. “You really can live your whole life without me inside of you baby?”

You whimpered at the thought, knowing that the last time you even looked at a cock, you were disgusted and genuinely petrified at the thought of touching it. “Maybe we can try?” you shrugged, looking up at him.

He almost groaned at the sight of your doe eyes pleading at him to give your cunt some sort of stimulation. You finally came clean about the reason you were so scared to have sex with him, even after watching you rub your thighs together in attempts to give yourself even a sliver of stimulation whenever he kissed you, he never wanted to pressure you. 

“Are you sure baby? We will take this nice and slow, we can turn off the lights too, would you like that?” You simply shook your head at that, thankful you had someone who truly cared about you.

He got up from his bed, turning off his lights, and the dimness of his LED lights, the only thing covering his room being a purple hue, allowing you to see the outline of his face. 

“Is that good baby?”

“Yes,” you replied, your voice surrounding him. He slowly shifted you, placing your covered cunt against his thigh, flexing it slightly as he dragged you against it. “Feels good baby?” he asked, kissing your neck as you moaned. 

“Feels so good” you whimpered as you continued to rut against his thigh, feeling yourself getting wetter. “Good girl” he chuckled as he flipped the two of you over, your back hitting the bed underneath you, head hitting the pillows. 

“Chan?” you whispered, confused by what his next step was going to be. “Baby, you don’t think you would be able to take my cock without any prep?” 

He slowly pulled down your sleeping shorts and underwear, basking at the sight of your cunt. 

“What a sweet-looking pussy” he moaned at the outline, the light not being bright enough to make it out fully. 

When you did feel confident in seeing him fuck you, he would ravish your cunt, eating it like his last meal. For now, though, he was going to get you ready for his cock, slowly dragging his fingers against your slit.

“Fuck Channie” you moaned, feeling his cold fingers running against your hot cunt, your mind slowly floating a bit away as you felt him put his first finger into your sopping hole, causing you to moan as your cunt clenched around it.

“Fuck baby, you need to stop clenching around one measly finger. How am I going to get you to take my cock if you can’t even take a finger?” 

“Can take it Channie, please need more” 

“Aww, baby look at you acting like such a good girl for me. If you want another finger, I can add another one just for you. You just gotta relax for me baby, can you do that?” 

You just nodded, trying to release a little bit, allowing him to slowly add another one inside of you. “There we go, look at you being such a good girl” he said, kissing the top of your forehead as he began to slowly scissor the fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck” you moaned at the sensation of his fingers inside of you. He was awe at the sight of you, you were taking his fingers so well, moaning at the feeling of him hitting your g-spot with his fingers. 

He knew you needed another source of stimulation, you needed to cum, and he wanted to make you. He slowly dragged his thumb against your clit, causing you to arch your back slightly, your head still pressed against the pillows. 

“Good girl, there we go” he kissed your lips before slowly pulling his fingers out of you, licking them. You watched in awe as he pulled them out, “taste so sweet for me baby” he groaned at your taste. 

“Now baby, are you sure that you want my cock? I’m fine with us stopping here, but I’m going to need a cold shower”

“I’m sure” you said more affirmatively, “I want you to fuck me” 

He groaned at that, slowly getting off the bed to get a condom. “Stop where are you going?” you asked a bit confused. “I’m just getting a condom baby, calm down” 

“Please don’t” you whined, you wanted to feel him fully your first time, not wanting anything in the way. “Baby, are you sure? I know you are on birth control, but I want to make sure you are comfortable, we can use a condom”

“No Channie, wanna feel you fully, wanna feel all of you” you whined, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to your bed. 

“Fuck” he whisperedd to himself as he pulled his shorts down his legs, throwing them god knows where, the same with his shirt. He couldn’t believe he was going to fuck your pretty little pussy, not to mention raw. 

“Wanna help” you whimpered, supporting yourself on your elbows as you took his cock in your hands, a bit perplexed on how warm it was, but you ran your hand up and down it. You noticed how Chan threw his head back, a moan leaving his lips along with your name. 

“Fuck sweetheart, if you keep going like that, I’m going to cum” 

“What if that’s what I want you to do?” you giggled, watching his pupils dilate under the purple hue. “Baby, you should be glad it’s your first time, or else I would have fucked you for acting like a brat” 

You hummed at his tone as he took his cock back in his hands. “You sure baby?” he asked one more time, waiting for you to say yes. As soon as you did, he ran the tip of his cock along your wet slit, causing the two of you to groan simultaneously. 

“I’m gonna put it in now” 

“Please do Channie” 

He slowly started off with just the tip of his cock inside of you, your walls hugging him in so tight that he slowly began to push more inside of you. 

It didn’t feel uncomfortable, just a bit foreign. You had never had anything as big as Chan inside of you before, so it was a new experience, but something you could see yourself getting used to and loving. 

 Chan could see you in your own head so he slowed down. “Is it too much baby, I can slow down”

“No, please don’t, feels so good” you whimpered as he slowly continued his almost snail like pace, pushing his cock inside of you. Chan knew he was big and didn’t want to hurt you to chase his own high. He wanted to make sure it was perfect for you, even if he had to go at such a slow pace. 

It took a couple minutes for him to fully situate himself into your cunt, the tip so far deep that he could see your face contort in pleasure. 

He let himself stay there, too scared to move, that was until you whined underneath him, begging to feel him move his big cock. “Fuck baby, you don’t know what you do to me” he whined as he slowly took his cock out of you before thrusting it inside of you.

He felt so good inside of you, but you needed more, needed him to go faster.  “Please Chris, need more please go faster” 

How could he disagree when you looked up at him with your watery doe eyes.

He began to thrust into you faster, causing you to whimper, his cock feeling hot inside of you, hitting your cervix with every thrust.  “Fuck baby, this pussy is so tight, can’t wait to fuck it all the time” 

“Yes Channie, want you to fuck me whenever you want. Feels so good, so fucking good” 

“Yeah baby, you loving my cock inside of you, want me to cum inside too?” 

“Yes please please please” you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his torso, causing him to quicken his pace as he placed one hand over your clit, rubbing it in tandem to his thrusts. 

“Yeah baby, fuck, can feel you clenching around my cock. I know you are close, why don’t you come for me baby, please cum for me” he whined, kissing your neck, leaving marks all over it. He needed to feel you cum on his cock, needed to make you feel good.

“Fuck Channie, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum” your walls clenched around him as a white ring was visible around the base of his cock, causing you to moan at the sight. 

“Fuck gonna cum, are you gonna let me cum in this perfect little cunt of yours?”

“Yes, please cum in me” you whimpered, your entire body feeling overstimulated at his cock continuing to plow inside of you, him chasing his own high. 

With a few more thrusts, he came inside, his head tossed back, allowing you to see his adam’s apple bobbing at the feeling of your cunt sucking in his cum. 

He slowly pulled out, watching his cum and your own mix, slowly falling out of you. 

“Wait here baby, let me clean you up” he quickly pecked your lips before running to the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth, running it down your legs before handing you a glass of water from his side table.

“Let’s go to the bathroom, I already started a bathe for you” he kissed your lips after seeing your tired nod, picking you up bridal style before placing you into his bath tub, him entering right behind you, allowing you to rest your back on his chest. 

“How was it baby?” he asked, kissing your shoulder before hugging you. 

“Amazing Channie” you giggled before slowly closing your eyes, surrounding yourself with him. 

[emchante]

soooo... the idea of a private chat with softcore porn streamer!max has been cooking in my brain..

reader is quite nervous when they check the time and see it's a couple of minutes before their scheduled call. they got new lingerie after finding out max' fav colour is royal blue to surprise him, just before max calls, reader adjusts the camera to show off everything below their face and when the call connects- max has to hold back a moan bc goddamn... how did reader know his favourite colour?

well hi there, you absolutely look ravishing.. blue, huh? you just happen to like that colour or did you plan to make me horny from the start?

my hormones are going CRAZY please send help

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🩵 NONNIE!! ur always cooking up the best ideas, i’m 🫣 at reading this myself.

18+ — minors dni.

are you ready?

that’s the notification that pops up on your screen as you check the time. it’s still a couple minutes until the scheduled time, so you give yourself those last few moments to try calm your nerves.

the royal blue lingerie clings to your body in all the right ways, the fabric soft and delicate, yet daring enough to make you feel like a walking temptation. the lace cups of the bra sculpt your chest perfectly, the intricate floral patterns drawing the eye with their sheer elegance.

the panties are a perfect match— high-cut to elongate your legs, with a teasingly sheer panel across the front. the same lace detail wraps around your hips, accentuating your curves, while the satin waist and glides across your skin like a whisper.

you take a deep breath, telling max you’re ready whenever he is. you take the time to readjust your camera, making sure your full body is in frame. there’s only a peek of your head in the frame, showing max your lips and then it cuts off.

you don’t have anymore time to fix anything as the ringing begins to sing through the monitor of your pc. you reach over, hitting ‘accept call’ before you sit back, waiting for the lines to sync.

the first thing you hear from max is a gasp, watching his eyes widen as they roam over his screen, taking in every inch of you that he can see.

“well hi there,” he laughs lowly, clearly caught off guard by the sight of you. “you look absolutely ravishing,” he continues, licking his plump lips as his eyes continue to take in everything.

you blush at his words, smiling as you run your hands along your thighs, sitting properly for him. “was it worth the wait?” you ask, hands moving upwards to trail across your torso. your hands gently cup your breasts, thumbs poking at your sensitive nipples, letting out a small mewl for max.

the deep exhale and flushed cheeks is enough to tell you yes, it was worth the wait. “i’d wait lifetimes to see you, liefje,” he winks at the camera, before he sits right back against his chair. “hm.. blue though? did you just happen to like that colour, or was there another reason for it?” he asks, eyes darkening at the way your breath hitches.

“i—” is all you manage to breathe out, before a small whine escapes your throat. max smirks, realising he has the upperhand now.

“did you plan to make me horny from the get go?” he asks, but doesn’t give you any time to respond. “because it’s working, you know,” he confirms, moving his hand down to his grey sweatpants and oh.

you can see the outline of his erect cock through the soft fabric, and you stare at his crotch with want. not that he can see that though, but he watches the way your lips drop open, tongue running along your bottom lip.

“just the thought of you is enough to get me going, you know? the teasing you do in chat, the name-calling through donations,” he lists off, as his thumb strokes his clothed erection. “but now? seeing you like this? i don’t know how i’m going to last,” he tells you lowly, a groan escaping his throat as he squeezes himself.

“start touching yourself from the top of your body liefje, and then you can work your way down for me.”

GOOD GOD IM?? BLUSHING AT THIS?? need him sooo badly..

[nymphbnny]

brat in pink II

────── toji fushiguro

⤷ mom’s bf!toji who catches you masturbating on facetime and decides to show you (both) who’s your real daddy.

tw: age gap (20s ; 40s) , toji is dating your mom (step cest??), slight masturbation, corruption kink, daddy kink, starts as hcs, oral sex (m. receiving), voyeurism (gojo on ft), ass fingering (lol), spanking, toji being mean and a perv, slight biting, breeding kink, squirting, reader goes dumb (hihi) MDNI (also wrote this at work so not proof read)

part I - part II

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ mom’s bf!toji who enjoys his time with you and your mother. he’s getting the best of both worlds, corrupting you to the fullest so you’d only beg him to fuck you. and you did.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ mom’s bf!toji who suddenly stops making advances to you, growing a liking to your mother. part of him still wanted to fuck your little cunt but your mother was taking all of his time and he wasn’t complaining. as evil and mean as he could get, he would make you hear your mother cry out his name as he fucked her in the next door bedroom.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ mom’s bf’toji who grows tired of your mom in a few weeks, his fondness of her being nothing more but an attraction to her lingerie, deciding to send you nasty pictures of his dick coated with precum. you’d clench your legs when you’d receive them, your clit throbbing at the thought of having him inside you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ mom’s bf!toji who realizes that despite your desperate attraction to his you still went for gojo out of pettiness. you also made sure he’d hear how good he was making you feel when your mom wasn’t home. he’d scold you but you’d simply say: “you’re not my daddy. i can fuck whoever i want.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ mom’s bf!toji who starts to grow annoyed at your mother’s clinginess and hints of marriage when all he wanted to do was breed your princess cunt.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ mom’s bf!toji who would grab your ass and even go as far as spanking it whenever he’d walk past you. you cute pink shorts were visibly showing the outline of your cunt and your cheeks.

he would slam his hips against your ass whenever you bent over to grab something, just to make you feel his hard cock pressing against his shorts. the scar on his lip would turn almost automatically when the dark spot between your short would begin to form.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ mom’s bf!toji who once woke up with his dick in your mouth while your mother was sleeping by his side, just to prove to him you were ready to risk it all just for a taste. she’s so corrupt, he’d think while pushing your head further down to take his dick down your throat.

“come to my room daddy,” you whispered giving his swollen mushroom tip kitten licks. your fingers wrapped around his shaft slowly squeezing him and dragging your hand up and down to tease him. toji’s face turned red as he thrusted his hips one last time, his dick hitting the back of your throat before dragging you to your room, muffling your moans and yelps with your pillows.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ mom’s bf!toji who accidentally walks in on you showering, catching you laid out in your bathtub, your legs hanging by its edges while you hold your phone up, clearly on face time with someone, your other hand playing with your pussy, ….

“you nasty bitch,” toji spat, picking you up easily, the water splashing everywhere. “trying to make me jealous?” he prompted you on your sink, gojo’s voice confused on the other end of the screen.

“t-toji what are you-“ you gasp once he pulls his pants down, his cock erect and pushing past your ring of muscles.

“yo what the fuck?!” gojo yells, clearly surprised that you were being fucked by the older man. toji pulled your thighs to his hips, pressing them firmly around him as he bullied his cock into you, whines and whimpers filling the bathroom.

“watch her, watch how drunk she gets on daddy’s cock,” he smirked holding the phone up against your shampoo bottle so gojo could witness everything.

you try to hide yourself by putting your face into the crook of his neck, but he wouldn’t let you, he pulled you by your jaw, his hands firmly, grabbing your chin and making you look at the camera as he fucked into you. you were blissful your eyes rolling back and your tongue lulling out of your mouth as his cock rubbed against your walls.

“daddy, ngh, stop,” you attempted to reach your hand to hold the phone and end the call, but deed down you didn’t want him to stop. you were quite quite that he was fucking you in front of gojo would couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, his hand making its way to his dick as he lied back and stroked his girth.

toji laughed and snickered as he looked at the boy at the end of the phone amused by how he was getting off to the sight of you going dumb and limp, your fingers digging into his toned back as you held onto him as much as you could. “like what you seeing huh?” toji groaned as he hit your cervix, your head thrown back against the mirror, “guess you don’t even know how to fuck her like this for you to be so turned on,” this was filthy, you were being humiliated in front of them, gojo’s perverted hand going faster on his cock.

toji pulled out, your hands instantly trying to grab his cock to put him back in but your request was denied. “so nasty, open baby,” he squeezed your cheeks together, your tongue out as he spat, watching you swallow his saliva like a good girl.

“that’s my princess. were you trying to get back at me for fucking your mom huh?” he chuckled, holding you up before bending you down, slapping his tip on your puffy lips. you wiggled your hips, trying to get rid of the emptiness you were feeling but instead toji sent a hard smack on your ass making you yelp. “that’s for fucking that boy. does he know you cum just from sucking my dick baby? look at him and tell him, tell him who makes you cum and squirt like a whore,” he held your head up by twisting his hand in your hair, holding the phone up so gojo could see your reflection in the mirror.

you were trembling, your hand fondling your breast. “you do daddy, want you so bad please, want your cum in my tummy,” you cried, your words making both of them groan. it didn’t take toji too long to push his dick back into you holding your hips as he fucked you relentlessly. he looked over at the phone a few times just to catch gojo coming undone, his cum spilling on his phone as he groaned and whimpering like a bitch. “and i thought i was the pervert,” toji muttered then hung up the phone, not letting him watch you any longer his moves slowing as he blocked his number.

“listen to daddy baby,” he bit your shoulder making you focus back on him. he stared at you through the mirror. “if i ever catch you talking to that boy again, i’m gonna have to fuck you in front of your whole college friends and colleagues. hear me?”

“yes daddy, p-please, ahh, daddy, wanna cum,” he pushed you down, your head almost touching the sink as he sped up his thrusts his heavy balls hitting your ass as he pushed himself deeper into you. his hand wrapped around you to play with your engorged clit, your legs shaking as you were about to fall from the stimulation.

toji kissed and sucked your neck, leaving dark purple marks down your back, knowing that everyone will see them because of your slutty revealing clothes.

“such a brat,” he chuckled, his thumb going over your other hole, your head shooting up in alarm. “no, n-no,” you shook your head, knowing that if he slightly teased your hole you’d make a mess.

“c’mon baby, you can handle a finger,” he grunted his dick buried inside you as he pushed his thumb in, your eyes rolling back as you came all over the floor, the cabinet and his legs wet from your orgasm. “already baby? if i knew you liked this i would’ve done that a long time ago,” he pushed his thumb in and out, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

“wanna breed you so bad, gonna fuck your pretty ass with my cock next time, fhuck,” toji exhaled by your ear. you were like putty, letting him do whatever he wanted with you, the feeling of his cum warming your insides. “shit baby, holy fuck,” he cussed as he emptied his heavy load inside you, his cum sliding down your leg. “nuh uh, no waste.” he gathered them with his fingers before pushing them in your mouth, making you suck them clean. your mind was so cloudy and overstimulated, you were sure you were going to black out.

“you’re lucky your mother wasn’t here to hear you,” he pulled out of you, then pushed his finger inside your abused cunt to feel his cum in your gummy walls. “next time i’ll make sure she does though.”

[ozzgin]

Various Predators x Predator! Reader (IV)

@avaleigh16 asked (a very long time ago, sorry for the wait!!) for a fourth part to the Predator saga, where Reader is brought to Yautja Prime. Therefore I bring a potential sequel that focuses on Predator culture, depending on who you’ve chosen as your partner!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Horror Masterlist]

Feral Predator

As promised, your new home didn’t stray much from your expectations. Feral Predator is from a different hemisphere, of a drier climate. The imposing, sprawling megalopolis of Yautja Prime is but a distant outline, fading before the marvels of raw, unforgiving nature this place has to offer. Tribal architecture and interminable tunnels are the prominent features of these ancient cities. One has no need for advanced technology. In a way, it does remind you of Earth, of your modest countryside roots. Communities are made of small family units, so days are spent hunting or training in the company of your partner. Feral Predator is a patient and caring father, guiding his offspring and showing them the ropes of survival. There will be frequent visits to Earth as he, too, favors its wilderness, especially when it comes to honing one’s skills. While he treats you as an equal, he does hold you in significantly high regards as the mother of his children.

Elite Predator

With great status comes great responsibility. Elite Predator has been eyeing the Elder status for some time now, in order to provide you with one further reason to be grateful for choosing him. That implies, naturally, that he is often on special missions to teach or rescue Young Bloods, or clear out Alien infestations. Your offspring will go through Spartan training as soon as they can crawl their way around: it would be shameful if his own younglings end up weak or devoid of skill. Although he does not worry about such outcome. He hasn’t picked you out of random chance. Only someone of his level could’ve made it as his mate, and he was certain of it from the moment he saw you. Hopefully you, too, can tell that this outcome was fated to happen. You most certainly won’t regret your life with him, he will make sure of that.

Fugitive Bad Blood

If you were hoping for an idyllic, peaceful life in a humble hut with ocean view, I have some bad news for you. Even settling on Yautja Prime is an optimistic stretch when your partner is a criminal on the run. You’ve unwillingly followed in the footsteps of your parents, watching your child grow from within the confinements of a ship, sailing through space with no ultimate goal. Not all is grim, however. Despite his ruthless nature, the Fugitive has kept his word when it comes to being a fitting partner for you. Your wish is his command and he will not allow anything endanger his family. To your great shock, he’s even willing to take risky detours on Earth whenever you feel particularly nostalgic. He will stare at you incredulously; why the hell would he have gone through all the efforts to court you if he didn’t want you as a partner? Have you forgotten who you’re dealing with already? Whatever your heart desires, he will make it possible.

Berserker

The Super Predator cannot wait for his younglings to be old enough to begin their hunt. He lives to kill and one can easily tell from his impressive collection of trophies he has gathered from all across the Universe. Truth be told, you’re somewhat afraid to see the outcome of your copulation. Berserker Yautja are much larger and much more aggressive than your species. You’d assumed his first choice for a mate should’ve been from his own kind, but for reasons unknown he’s preyed on you instead. The Berserker seems to have a fervent attachment towards you and will even growl at his own sucklings if they show any sign of disrespect. There’s not much space for freedom and sometimes you feel like you’re trapped under the suffocating affections of a savage animal ready to defend its territory. From his point of view, you should enjoy the privilege of belonging to the superior Predator. There’s no one out there that could go against him.

[forgettable-au]

Whats your process like for making the pages/script/comic in general? any advice you could give?

Hii:D

I'm gonna ramble about this a lot, so I'm adding this read more <3

That way this post won't be super long on the main page

If you DO want to see everything go ahead!

So! Right now I work on the pages from monday to saturday :]

I divide work like this:

Monday-Tuesday: Script, storyboard and dialogue bubbles!

Wednesday-Thursday: Lineart for the 4 pages! 2 pages each day

Friday-Saturday: Color the 4 pages! 2 pages each day

Talking about writing

I don't have the full script ready yet because I realized

I SUCK AT WRITING, NOT IN A "My writing is so bad way" BUT IN A "I can't write words without getting confused" WAY

That's one of the reasons why it took me SO long to start this thing! Because I wanted the script to be fully ready! And I couldn't do that because whenever I'm writing I get super confused😭😭I don't know how to explain it but I NEED visuals ??? I need to see how the dialogue I'm writing is gonna look???

So now, whenever I'm writing, I'm also drawing at the same time! AND FOR SOME REASON THAT WORKS, AND SUDDENLY I CAN WRITE

I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY THAT IS BUT, UH, IT WORKS FOR ME!!! THAT'S ALL I NEED!!

This does NOT mean I'm improvising the story! I do have the full story ready and outlined! I'm following that outline :]

I realized having everything ready might work for some people, but it wasn't working for me D:

So, uh, my advice for writing is to trust yourself and to try different methods! You'll find something that works for you :]

I DO recommend having an outline of the story before beginning!! You don't need to know everything from the beginning but you need to know what NEEDS to happen and a basic idea of how it should end :]

Now about the making of the comic pages

Pls look for references constantly!! Very important!!

There's many different ways to make comics!

I always look in pinterest for panel layout/color pallete inspiration

I use clip studio paint to make everything, it's super useful cause it has a LOT of features that make the process MUCH easier (vector layers, a paint bucket that actually works, special comic configurations, a panel tool, 3d viewing which is super fun, predetermined speech bubbles, the story editor, etc.)

It takes me like?? Approximately 2 and half hours to make one page?? Some more and some less

But I'm also an easily distracted person so sometimes 2 hours turn into 3 because I spent 1 hour getting distracted with other stuff 😭

Uhhm, so yeah!! I think the layout is my favorite part, my least favorite part is adding the speech bubbles...ESPECIALLY if I have to add Wingdings

Andd I think that covers most of it? If you all have more specific questions let me know because there's a LOT of stuff that goes into making these😭😭but I get better and faster each time! My first pages took me like 4 hours on average...some would take me 6 hours...THAT WENT DOWN A LOT :D

[ultram0th]

You woke up and sat up in your bed, hearing the mattress squeak more than usual. Cocking your eyebrow, you hopped out and hurried over to your bathroom. As you ran, you felt a cumbersome weight whenever you lifted your legs and an unknown bouncing sensation coming from behind you. When you entered your bathroom and flipped on the light, you gasped at your new reflection.

Standing in the mirror before you was the hottest muscle bear you’d ever laid your eyes on. He had thick pecs that were capped with large nipples that stood at attention. Biceps bulged and rested on large lats. Thighs were thick and pressed together, supporting the weight of the massive bubblebutt that was attached to the backside. Plus, the reflection displayed a large, nine-inch cock that dangled wildly with every movement. Best of all was that every large muscle was covered in sexy body hair.

It took you a few moments to register that the reflection in the mirror really was your own. Whenever you moved, the reflection followed suit. You flexed both of your now massive, hairy biceps, grinning widely when the man in the mirror did so too.

“Holy crap!” you exclaimed, feeling so turned on by your deeper voice. You had no idea how you’d managed to get your dream body, but you figured that it was best not to question fate. You happily got ready for work, finding that your clothes had even managed to change as well to fit over your new physique. You opted for the usual button-down shirt and khakis that you wore everyday to the office, however, this time you were pleased to see that your bulk strained the fabric to bursting. Your pecs stressed the buttons of your shirt to the limit and your nipples poked noticeably against the fabric. Your large cock was clearly outlined in your pants and your bubblebutt pressed against the back so much that you wondered if it’d rip to shreds the moment you took a step.

Even when you drove to work, you were giddy with the fact that your massive biceps kept brushing up against your plump pecs the entire drive, making you rock hard.

When you got to work, everybody acted as if you’ve always been a sexy, hairy musclestud. You puff out your chest with pride and strut around the office with your head held high. When it comes time for your big presentation, you enter into the conference room that has all of the higher ups, including your immediate supervisors.

You set up your slide show and stand in front of the board room, and begin to go over your topic, loving having all eyes on you. Again, you puff out your chest with pride, loving how one of the board member’s eyes widened with want at the sight of your hard nipples creating nubs on your shirt.

“…as you can see by the data presented,” you continued, using a laser pointer to direct attention to a graph, “we can clearly indicate that I have the biggest muscletits in this damn office.” You bounced both of your massive pecs, your eyes widening with shock at the words that left your mouth.

One of the board members leaned onto the conference table, cocking his eyebrow at you. “What was that?” he asked in a low voice.

You could feel blush forming on your bearded face and you wanted to walk out of the room to compose yourself. However, your new body apparently had other ideas as you felt your hands grab at your shirt, ripping it open to expose your hairy chest. “I said that I have the biggest muscletits in this office!” you bellowed loudly. To punctuate your obscure point, you reached up and gripped both of your larger nipples and gave them a rough tug, making your cock twitch to life. As if you were witnessing a movie, you saw and heard everything you were doing, but were unable to control any of it. 

A few of the board members left the room, weirded out expressions written over their faces, however a few of them (all men) remained, displaying hunger and lust.

You felt yourself toss your shirt to the floor as you started flexing, licking your larger biceps seductively in front of your bosses. You pleaded with yourself to stop as your fingers began to fumble with the button on your pants. However those pleas were useless as you smiled and dropped your khakis to the floor, exposing your widened thighs and large bulge to the room.

“Have you ever seen a bod this sexy?” you asked the men in the room, cringing at the cocky words that you were saying. You even wiggled your hips and made your bulge in your jockstrap bounce, continuing to show off.

You were screaming internally as you felt yourself turn around, slowly bending forward to show off your bubblebutt to the small group of higher ups. Both of your beefy hands slapped down onto your larger cheeks and you wanted to run and hide when you felt them part as you flashed your tight hole to your bosses.

The men cheered and some even clapped at your impromptu show.

“Hmm, looks like it still kills inhibitions,” one of them muttered to the other.

The one to his right nodded. “Yeah, but you can’t deny that they give subjects such a fuckin’ sexy body. I say it’s worth it.”

“Yeah, we’ll be able to market this as some sort of himbo pill: big muscles, zero brains.”

You began to panic at what you heard. Somehow, you’d been a guinea pig for your bosses, testing out some new supplement that had given you your dream body, but had turned you into a major muscleslut at the same time. You cringed at the thought of yourself showing off constantly in public: flashing your hole at the grocery store, playing with your bubblebutt at the movies, tugging on your large nipples at the coffee shop. No matter what, your new body would be on display and you’d be showing off how sexy you thought it was all the time.

“Ughh!” you grunted as you came in front of the men, a large wet spot forming on your jockstrap. As soon as you caught your breath, you felt yourself drop onto all fours and wag your massive cheeks at the men. “Who wants a turn?”

One of them stood up, followed by another, and then another, and soon a line was forming…

[southerngothicchic]

Christmas '90

(This was partially inspired by a jewelry commercial from 1989)

18+

"Ready to leave now, gorgeous?" Steve asks, against your ear, as he slips his arm around your waist.

"What has you so eager to get home?" You counter, turning to look at him, as if you didn't already know the answer.

"Well, it's Christmas eve, and I really want to give you the first of your many presents," he explains, pulling you closer to him.

"In that case, let's go," you smile, making him smile in return.

He then quickly ushers you out of the corporate Christmas party he begrudgingly had to attend.

During the ride back to your house, his hand is glued to your thigh. His fingertips glide along your sheer tights as you pull more of your slinky black dress up your legs, giving him easier access. He bites his lip as you move his hand higher. He can feel the outline of your equally sheer panties, which only makes him harder, as he's painfully straining in his dress pants.

Thankfully, he turns into the gated community that you reside in, then pulls into the driveway. He doesn't even bother parking in the garage, as he can't stand not having his hands on you for another second. As soon as he shuts off the car, he's all over you. His lips pressing to yours desperately, while he slips his hands under your coat, pressing his palms against your bare back. Your hands cradle his face, as you both temporarily lose yourself in one another.

The chill from the night air soon filters into the car, causing you to shiver.

"Let's get you warmed up, Mrs. Harrington," Steve softly says, with the tip of his nose nuzzling yours.

You feel yourself blushing whenever he refers to you like that. Though, you've been married for almost a year, it still gives you that warm and fuzzy feeling all over again.

You smile and nod before you each exit the car. He then escorts you to the front door and you give him a sweet kiss before walking inside.

Standing in the foyer, you slip off your heels, before Steve helps you take off your coat. He hangs it on the nearby coat rack, then quickly sheds his coat. You're then in another embrace, as he holds you close, pressing your chest to his. He gazes at you adoringly, while you do the same, just marveling at how this obscenely handsome man was your husband.

"You looked so beautiful tonight," he breathes, "this dress is literal perfection."

"Well, my husband picked it out, so he has good taste," you smile, as he leans in close.

"That he does, he's a lucky man," he also smiles before your lips meet.

His kiss is slow, sensual. You melt into his arms, as soft sighs leave your lips.

"You're still shivering, honey," he softly says, pulling away slightly.

"That's just the effect you have on me," you smile, as you comb your fingers through his hair.

Even in the low light, you can tell he's blushing. He could still be so cute sometimes it made you want to scream then smother him with kisses.

"I still think I'm gonna get a nice fire going," he begins, leading you towards the living room, "and then I'm going to give you your present."

"How can I argue with that?" You ask as he sits you on the couch.

He winks at you before turning his attention to the fireplace.

Instant warmth emanates from the flames as it transforms the room with its cozy intimacy.

"I'll be right back, angel," Steve says, as he leans down to give you a quick kiss.

"Hurry back, handsome," you breathe, against his lips, feeling him smile.

He then disappears upstairs while the sight of how your wedding rings look in the firelight transfixes you. The shiny gold bands seem to glow when the light hits them. You smile at how the diamonds in your engagement ring shimmer and your mind flashes back to the night he proposed.

He was so nervous, though you didn't know why, as you knew he was everything you'd ever wanted. The look on his face when you accepted was the happiest you had ever seen him, until your wedding day.

God, he looked so handsome in his tux, you couldn't wait to tear his shirt open and rake your nails down his gloriously hairy chest. You practically dragged him out of the reception because you couldn't wait any longer. Your overwhelming desire for him made him want you even more, too, as he almost ripped your dress while trying to take it off.

You then dissolved into fits of laughter, feeling more love for each other in that moment, than you thought was possible.

As time went on, Steve proved to be the perfect husband, which you knew he would be. You also tried your best to be the perfect wife, and you evidently succeeded, as he would repeatedly moan into your ear just how perfect you were for him, when he was buried deep inside you.

You were essentially living a dream, as you had managed to find your soulmate.

You lean your head back with a wistful look in your eyes, as you wonder if it's always going to be this idyllic.

Soft footsteps then interrupt your thoughts as you turn to see your husband dressed in a Santa costume, just without the beard.

"Oh my God..." you laugh, as he kneels on the floor infront of you.

"So, you like it?" He asks, with his gorgeous smile.

You nod, as he gently takes your hands in his.

"I wanted to do something special for our first Christmas as a married couple, so I thought why not dress up as the big guy himself," he explains, gazing lovingly into your eyes.

"You're such a dork, and I love you," you reply, as he brings your hands up to his lips.

"I love you, too," he says with a laugh, before kissing your knuckles.

You sigh as you feel his plush lips on your skin as he continues kissing your fingers, with his focus turning to your ring finger.

He glances up at you and you feel a familiar heat rising to your cheeks. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, jewelry box.

He leans up and presents it to you.

"Merry Christmas, honey," he says, as he releases your hands so you can take the box.

You smile at him, before slowly opening it to reveal a diamond heart shaped pendant, on a dainty gold chain.

"Oh, Steve..." you gasp, as you look from your gift to his adorable face.

" I had it custom made, as I didn't like any of the other pieces I saw," he informs, his eyes glowing with adoration.

"Its perfect, I love it," you smile, as you set the box on your lap so you could take off the thick, gold necklace you were already wearing.

"Here, let me help," he offers, taking your present out of the box and placing it around your neck.

You hold your hair to the side so he can fasten its tiny clasp. He pulls away to see how it looks and smiles.

"Oh honey..." he sighs, his eyes fixed on how the pendant rests against your skin.

Your fingertips lightly touch the diamond heart, before you cradle his face.

"Thank you," you breathe, leaning in to kiss him.

"You're welcome, and you're never to take it off, ok?" He also breathes, into the kiss.

"I won't."

He then moves to sit next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips to your neck. You sigh his name with almost every kiss. He kisses his way to your bare shoulder, proud of himself for picking out a strapless dress. You whimper as he lightly sinks his teeth into your skin.

"You looked so fucking sexy tonight..." he breathily begins, nuzzling his nose against your collarbone. "I saw the looks you were getting from like every guy there, it made me want to drag you into the bathroom and fuck your brains out."

"I wish you would've," you sultrily reply, pulling his hair slightly.

"Yeah, but that's part of why I wanted to get you home, so I could fuck you in front of the fireplace," he breathes, raising his head, so he can kiss you again.

"So romantic..." you murmur, into his mouth.

"Right?"

Your hands leave his hair to pull at the furry collar of his outfit. You quickly unbutton it and feel his chest hair under your fingertips. You press your palms against his chest, before gently scratching down it.

He groans into the kiss, his eyes already rolling back at your touch.

You then push the red coat from his shoulders and he quickly slips his arms out of its sleeves. It falls around his waist while his hand finds the zipper, on the back of your dress, and slowly pulls it down. You pull away from him and stand up, so you can slide the dress down your legs.

Steve stares, with his mouth slightly agape, at how your bare chest looks in the firelight.

"You're so beautiful, angel," he breathes, pulling you back to him.

He presses his lips to your stomach, and nuzzles his nose against you, in between kisses. You giggle and he glances up at you, with a smirk.

"Are you ticklish? I can't remember..."

You give him a look, before whining his name as he keeps kissing along your skin.

"Sorry, angel, I just couldn't help myself," he then aplogizes, looking up at you with those irresistible amber eyes. "Take these off and I'll make it up to you."

He glides his hands over your tights before you lean down to give him a kiss. You take his bottom lip between your teeth while he softly moans.

You then pull away from him again to take off your tights. He palms himself through his pants as he watches you shimmy out of your soaked, sheer panties.

"Lay on the rug, gorgeous," he then instructs.

You smile as you do as he wants. Your back meets the plush, white fur of the rug, as you rest your arms above your head. You look over to your husband to see him springing from the couch and pushing his red, felt pants down his legs.

He's soon kneeling between your legs, with a hungry glint in his eyes as he takes in the sight below him.

"Fuck..." he sighs, "you look even better like this..."

He lays on his stomach, with his hands gripping your thighs, pulling you closer to his waiting mouth.

"How'd I get so lucky?" He continues, as he presses wet kisses to your thighs.

" Don't tease..." you whine, your hands grasping at his hair.

"I'm not teasin', honey, I'm just lovin' on you," he defends. "Just appreciating my beautiful wife..."

His voice trails off as he finally presses his tongue against you. Your back instantly arches at how he laps at you. He collects your arousal on his tongue and moans at your taste. He can't get enough of it, wanting to stay buried between your legs for hours. He then tentatively dips his tongue inside you, making you shudder. He then fucks you with his tongue, wanting to see you unravel just from his mouth, as his hands stay on your thighs.

You're moaning his name, pulling his hair and trying to close your legs around his head. His tight grip prevents you from doing so, as he keeps you spread open for him.

He's cursing and groaning into you, while his nose moves up, ever so slightly, making you whimper.

"You're so fucking sweet, just gushing for me," he pants, glancing up at you.

An obscene moan leaves your lips as his praises send you over the edge. He licks up every drop of your release, moaning loudly as he does so.

You curl your fingers in his hair before pushing him away when it gets to be too much.

You're struggling to catch your breath, as he gazes at you affectionately. He crawls up your body and nuzzles his nose against yours, before pressing his wet lips to yours. He deepens the kiss, letting you taste yourself, and it has you both moaning.

"I love you so much, angel," he breathes, into a kiss.

"I love you, too," you reply, dreamily.

He caresses your cheek, before rolling onto his back next to you. He pulls you with him, as you're now laying at his side.

"Straddle me, angel," he softly says, as the words are barely out of his mouth before you're on top of him.

He grins at how eager and obedient you are.

"Show me how much you love me, honey," he adds, bringing his hands to your hips.

You smile, as you raise yourself up to slowly sink down on him. Now its his turn to whimper and moan for you, as you take every inch of him.

You then teasingly move your hips and watch his face as his lips part in a silent scream and his nails dig into your hips.

"Feel good, Stevie?" You ask, leaning forward to press your palms to his now sweaty chest.

He nods. "Always feels so good, angel."

You start to move a little faster, moaning at how he can't help thrusting up, into you.

"Mmm, please...fuck me, honey..." he whines, trying to guide your movements.

You love when he gets whiny like this. You then lean up and fully bounce on him.

Steve's now a complete whimpering mess, swearing and moaning your name. He's never looked more beautiful, especially with how his handsome features look in the flickering, orange light.

His hand leaves your hip and reaches up to cup your breast. He watches how your necklace glistens, as the firelight hits it from different angles. His heart swells with love as he rolls you onto your back.

You gasp his name as he keeps thrusting into you. He presses his lips to yours, desperately. You wrap your legs around his waist, wanting him even deeper. He moans into the kiss, as his thrusts become rougher.

"You're so good to me, honey," he grunts, "so fucking good..."

"S-Steve..." you whimper, your mind empty except for him.

"This has already been the best Christmas, you've already given me so much," he breathlessly begins, "but you know what would make it even better? If we made a little, Christmas baby..."

You whine his name, as he keeps fucking you, relentlessly.

"Would you be ok with that? Starting our little family so soon?" He asks, with his lips against your cheek.

"Yes, yes, anything for you," you agree, while clawing at his back.

He smiles, before kissing you deeply.

You each then succumb to each other, with a series of moans and curses. Steve kisses you sloppily as you comb your fingers through his messy hair. He breathes more 'I love you's' against your lips, as he presses more of his body to yours. This closeness is what you know he craves, he loves almost smothering you under him. You also love being covered in his sweat and feeling the delicious scratch of his chest hair against you.

After lazily making out for a while, he pulls out and lays next to you. You then curl into his side while he drapes his arm around you.

"So, this is why you insisted on getting this rug, isn't it?" You ask, with a smile.

"Maybe," he grins, as you lean closer to his face.

"I knew it," you breathe, before kissing him.

"So, are you really ok with trying to have a baby?" He softly asks, as his hand cradles your face.

You nod. "I am."

He smiles before pulling you into an excited kiss.

"This really is the best Christmas I've ever had," he breathes, as you smile against his lips.

[datapacks]

Hey! I really adore the way you draw textures, as they usually fit with the vanilla art style flawlessly, and wanted to ask for advice. I want to make addons/mods, and maybe a full texture pack someday, but my textures always end up looking kind of flat, lack depth, and look weird when next to vanilla stuff.

Thank you so much :3 as far as advice, I'm afraid I've been doing pixel art for ~15 years now so unfortunately a lot of it is just experience... I do have some tips though! but I am in no place to do a full tutorial at the moment.

Prerequisite: Use paint dot net. It's super beginner friendly, since it's based off of Paint, and it's what has been used for Minecraft textures since the very beginning.

First off, you want to have a block-out palette! For me, it's these 5 colours here:

From here, you'll want to go darkest to lightest; use the darkest tone to outline, then fill in with the 4th tone. Eventually, you'll want to make it so that there are 2-3 outline tones, from darkest to lightest, in accordance to however you're shading. Anything overlapping with the main shape should not use the darkest two tones!

Then you'll want to hit the bright spots not with your mid-tone or your highlight, but with your second lightest tone! This way, you leave room to highlight And shade your highlights. You've effectively made 5 different palettes to use to shade different parts (1-2, 1-2-3, 2-3-4, 3-4-5, 4-5). Whenever you feel like you're ready, switch out this palette for something more in line with what you're doing- depending on what material you're going for, this can happen super early on or way late. Whenever I do something Metallic, I like to switch to a gold palette as soon as possible.

Another thing to keep in mind is minecraft's palette limitations! Generally speaking, try to keep textures to 5-9 colours, filling in between as needed. If you use more base colours, feel free to expand, but do not go over 15 if you can help it. A good rule of thumb for adding additional colours is that you should try to limit them to 3 tones.

When choosing a palette, there's no problem with going with any pre-existing item's colours! In fact, this can be super helpful even when you want to use your own colours, just as a reference.

When you do want to make your own palette, my advice is to choose a strong colour, any hue, saturation in the 60-80 range, value in the 70-90 range. To get strong shading in your palette, drop the value by ~5, increase the saturation by ~5, and shift the hue towards blue by ~5. Do this each time from your base colour. Go in the opposite direction to Increase the perceived brightness. Here, I started with the 5th tone.

Obviously, you can tweak these to your liking; your outline colours should end up a lot darker than this generally speaking, and you might want to ramp all the way up to white for your highlights. You'll also generally want your outline colour to end up with like, max 30 Value & at Full Saturation, with your highlight colour at 100 Value & ~50 saturation if you aren't going for Full White. Lets see what that might look like after changing the most extreme values & then blending accordingly.

At the end of the day, my biggest tips are 1) to look at references constantly in both minecraft's existing sprites and other people's sprites! Take what you like, improve on it where you think it could use improvements. & 2) always zoom out! Even if a texture is perfect, if you've been staring at it too long so up close, it's going to feel weird. Minecraft's most common GUI scale is 2x, so scale the image on your screen somewhere where each pixel is exactly 2x2 and you'll get a good feel for how it'll actually look in-game.

One last tip on a more advanced level: if you're using multiple different base colours, always shift to grayscale very often. Your tones should look indistinguishable in grayscale so that you know that the shapes themselves are strong enough to warrant the multiple colours. This is also very good for accessibility!

[venus-haze]

Rip 'Em to Shreds (Mickey Altieri x Reader)

Summary: Mickey’s your boyfriend, and he’s not cheating on you. At least, you don't think so, until your roommate plants the seeds of doubt in your head. While sneakily trying to find out the truth for yourself, being in the wrong place at the wrong time lands you as suspect number one in the Ghostface killings at Windsor College.

Note: Gender neutral (mildly fem-coded) reader, but no other descriptions are used. I think Mickey was a fun Ghostface, and I’m a sucker for Timothy Olyphant, so this is the result. I rewatched Scream 2 recently but obviously took creative liberties with some things. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, paranoia, and emotional manipulation. Do not interact if you're under 18.

You stared at the blinking cursor on the library computer screen, silently cursing yourself for letting procrastination get the better of you. As much as you loved going to Windsor College, you were beginning to suspect that declaring a Literature major would be your downfall, especially the paper you were supposed to be working on. You already knew what you were going to write about, having notes and a weird-looking outline ready to go. It had just been a matter of sitting down and actually writing the paper that was due the following week.

It didn’t help that Mickey and his friends were exceptionally good at dragging you into more ways to procrastinate a paper that could easily segue into a grad school application. Perhaps the importance of the paper impacted your attitude toward it, not wanting to face the behemoth that would determine your academic future. 

Just as you were halfway through a sentence on the second page of your paper, everything went dark.

“Mickey, c’mon,” you whined.

“Give me some credit, you’ve been hard to track down,” he said, moving his hands from over your eyes.

He pulled up a seat next to you, leaning on the stack of books piled next to the computer. 

“What’re you writing about?”

“Sexuality in 19th century gothic literature—dark corridors, bodice ripping, ghosts, rape, incest, vampires, mad women, all that fun stuff.”

He grinned, tugging on the hem of your shirt. “You had me at bodice ripping.”

“Later, lover boy,” you smiled. “I have to finish this draft before the library closes.”

He tapped on the computer screen. “Dining hall closes in about an hour. Don’t skip dinner for this paper.”

“I hate not having a kitchen,” you lamented. “It makes no sense the dining hall closes at eight when night classes go until nine and the library’s open until ten.”

He gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Next year we’ll get an apartment, then you can cook at two in the morning all you want.”

You couldn’t help the adoring smile that spread across your lips. “You wanna move in together?” 

“Yeah, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

“Good,” he said, his smile matching yours. “Come over whenever you finish that. The roomie went home for the weekend so–”

“So I should plan to be there all weekend?”

“It’s like you can read my mind.”

You laughed. “Shut up before I change mine, jerk.”

“Look, I’ll be late getting in, I have to work on that short film for class, but I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”

“Okay, see you later. Love you.”

“Love you too,” he said, giving you a kiss before getting up from the chair. “Don’t skip dinner.”

It wasn’t until you were six pages into your paper and your stomach rumbled that you remembered to glance at the clock in the corner of the computer. A quarter to nine. Damn. You took a chance on one of the vending machines in the library, getting a chocolate bar and a bag of chips to tide you over until you could eat a real meal. 

You made incredible progress on your paper, though. The promise of spending the weekend with your boyfriend was a good motivator to at least bullshit your way through the first draft. It was only a draft, after all, it didn’t need to be perfect. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

By the time you reached the end of page seven and had typed up your bibliography, you felt like your vision was blurring as you tried to proofread what you’d written. Rubbing your eyes, you hoped to shake off some of the screen exhaustion to at least catch any glaring typos. Finally, at about half past nine, you’d printed your paper and had packed up, heading back to your dorm to get what you needed for the weekend.

Usually when you walked around campus at night, there weren’t many people out and about. Windsor College was a sleepy liberal arts school for the most part, which you appreciated. The groups of people ambling around finally clicked when you noticed Greek letters on various t-shirts. You hadn’t been all that interested in getting involved in Greek life, turning down an offer from some of Mickey’s friends to join them at the Delta Lambda Zeta party that night. 

You weren’t surprised, however, to return to your dorm and find your roommate Kim lounging on a beanbag chair, her eyes glued to the small TV on top of her dresser.

“Hey,” she said, barely glancing at you as you walked in.

“Did you go to class today?” you asked as you set your backpack down, unzipping it so you could shove your pajamas and a change of clothes inside.

Kim finally answered when you walked past the TV to get to something in your dresser. “What? Yeah, I went to one this afternoon. I slept through the morning one.”

“Seriously? I woke you up for that before I left.”

“I fell back asleep,” she shrugged. “You going to Mickey’s?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back Sunday night, or Monday morning,” you said.

“Are you seriously bringing your books with you while you’re sucking and fucking at your boyfriend’s for the weekend?”

“First of all, gross. Second, he’s filming tonight. Might as well be productive while I wait.”

“Isn’t this like the fifth time in the past two weeks he’s been ‘filming’? Interesting how that’s happening while all the sororities are having their bullshit pledge mixers.”

“I know the air quotes around filming. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“I’m just saying!”

“Kim, he just asked me to move in together next year. I don’t think he’s cheating.”

“Maybe he’s just deflecting to keep you off the scent.”

“Of what? He’s been working on a short film that has a lot of night scenes. He even asked me to be in it, and I said no. You watch way too much daytime TV instead of actually going to class.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t come crying to me when you catch him six inches deep in an Omega Beta Zeta or whatever.”

You shook your head while shoving the last of your toiletries into your backpack. “Whatever. Bye.”

One more reason to live with Mickey the following school year, no more dealing with ridiculous roommates. Kim wasn’t that bad in comparison to the horror stories you’d heard about other people’s roommates, but she always had a knack for making an ass of herself. 

As you walked across campus to Mickey’s dorm, you tried to shake Kim’s implications from your mind. Mickey wasn’t cheating on you. You trusted him, and the two of you had so many mutual friends all over campus that if he were, someone would have told you by now. Despite your attempts to reassure yourself, you found your mind racing, and you became the type of partner you swore you’d never become.

If you happened to divert your walk to his dorm to go past where he was supposedly filming, he couldn’t blame you for the coincidence. The clear, beautiful night was perfect for frat parties and leisurely walks in the moonlight. You passed by a few of your friends from your major, stopping to talk with them for a little bit before continuing on your way.

It seemed like in the fifteen minutes or so you’d spent walking around, you saw less and less people. Mickey said he’d been filming near the sorority houses, but you didn’t see him around. Your heart sank to your stomach. Could Kim have been right? No. You wouldn’t jump to that conclusion so quickly. Instead, you kept walking, hoping to find him a little farther up.

In the distance, you could see a girl standing on the front porch of one of the sorority houses, phone in her hand as she looked around frantically. Weird. She retreated inside, and against your better judgment, you decided to get a closer look of what was going on.

You noticed a gleam of silver out of the corner of your eye and stopped in your tracks upon seeing a black-robed figure with a stark white ghost mask that stood out in the darkness, stalking up the brick pathway across the grassy quad. Whoever was beneath the costume didn’t notice you, and you wanted to keep it that way, hiding behind a nearby tree as you watched him approach the Omega Beta Zeta house. 

Clamping your clammy hand over your mouth, you tried to make as little noise as possible so as to not catch Ghostface’s attention. A cold chill raced across your skin. Someone was about to die. There wasn’t enough time to run to a phone and call the police or campus security. It’d take at least ten minutes for either to arrive, and then, it’d be too late. For a moment, you considered running after him, but quickly realized that without a weapon, it wouldn’t do any good. 

You watched helplessly as the masked killer slipped into the open door of the sorority house. Just a few moments later, the door shut as a girl left for you assumed one of the parties that night, but it wasn't the same girl you'd just seen outside. Unsure of what to do, you waited, but it didn't take long for a faint yell to tear through the silence of the night.

Fear froze your limbs, keeping you in place as you heard the terrified screams coming from inside the house. Your heart racing, you swore you were going to pass out until you saw the balcony doors swing open, a girl tumbling onto it, followed closely behind by Ghostface. As soon as the knife pierced her, your body finally went into panic mode, and you started running. 

More screaming and a loud crash came from behind you. Looking back, you saw the splintered balcony and a body splayed on the ground below. Ghostface slipped out from the front door, and seemed to be heading in the same direction you were sprinting off too. Oh shit, had he seen you? Was he following you? 

Tears clouded your vision as you ran, and your shoe caught on a loose brick in the walkway, sending you to the ground. The contents of your backpack crashed and rattled against each other on the impact, and you groaned at your skinned wrists. Still, you pushed yourself off the ground with determination, not bothering to look behind you and see if Ghostface had noticed your fall or was now tailing you.

Slamming the door to Mickey’s room shut, you threw your backpack aside and immediately climbed into his bed, pulling the covers over your head, as if that would shield you from Ghostface. What the fuck was taking Mickey so long? Your breath caught in your throat. He probably had no idea Ghostface was running wild across campus. Burying your face in his pillow, you screamed into it, releasing the pent up anxiety and frustration over not being able to do anything about the situation.

You weren’t sure when you’d fallen asleep, but the sun had already risen when you were woken up by the phone. Shoving the covers off of you, you hastily picked up, almost expecting to hear Ghostface’s unsettling voice on the other end of the line.

“Hello?”

Relief swept over you when you heard Mickey’s voice instead of the one you were dreading. “Hey baby, it’s me—“

“Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m at the police station. Everything’s—well, everything’s not fine. I am, though. I’ll explain later. Have you been in my room all night?”

You hesitated before answering with a weak, “Yeah.”

The other end of the line was silent for a moment. “Alright, I’m leaving now. I should be there in like, 15 minutes.”

“Okay, see you soon. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

The other end of the line went dead. You looked at your discarded backpack on the floor, and decided to at least freshen up and change out of yesterday’s clothes before Mickey returned. Each article of clothing that fell to the floor felt like evidence piling up. You hadn’t technically done anything wrong, but the previous night's events, your complacency, made your limbs feel abnormally heavy as you changed into fresh clothes. Before you knew it, you were face to face with your boyfriend, who looked almost shocked when he saw you.

“What happened to you? Your wrists–” He gently tilted your head up, inspecting your chin. “You’re all scraped up.”

“I tripped and fell,” you said.

“You’re sure that’s all that happened?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You know Cici Cooper, from my film studies class?”

You nodded. You knew Cici. You also knew she was an Omega Beta Zeta. 

“Some Ghostface wannabe stabbed her and pushed her off the balcony of the Omega Beta Zeta house, and then showed up at the Delta Lambda Zeta party.”

“Cici’s dead?”

You sat on the edge of his bed, your head in your hands as you let out a pained whine.

“Baby, what’s going on?” he asked, putting his arm around you as he sat by your side.

“I saw him.”

“Saw who?”

“I saw Ghostface. I saw him run into the Omega Beta Zeta house, but when I heard screaming I–I got so scared I just came back here. That’s when I fell.”

“Y/N, why didn’t you call the police?”

“I was terrified, Mickey! I wasn’t thinking straight and I—if I call now they’re gonna think I had something to do with it. Isn’t that what Randy says? Everyone’s a suspect! Oh my god, they’ll think it was me.”

“No one will think that.”

His paltry reassurance was no match for your word vomit, because before you could help it, you blurted out, “Are you cheating on me?”

“What? No! Why would you even think that?”

“Why did the police question you if you were shooting your movie?”

He sighed. “Derek was running late to the Delta party. He asked me to stop in and check on Sidney. I was at the party for maybe ten minutes before the police found Cici’s body. After Ghostface showed up, they questioned everyone who even looked at the place that night.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Kim—“

“Is about to be on academic probation because she watches soap operas instead of going to class.”

“Yeah. Maybe I should go ahead and call the police, let them know what I saw.”

“No, like you said before, with the timing and everyone being on edge, I don’t think it’d be a great look right now.”

“So what do I do?”

“Let’s just keep this between us, okay? No more secrets unless it’s with each other.”

“Okay,” you agreed. 

He took your hand, turning it over to look at the damage to it. “Jesus, are you sure you’re alright?”

“I should probably go to the student health center, huh?”

“I’ll walk you.”

“You probably haven’t slept. I’ll be fine.”

“Just let me do this. I don’t want you to be alone right now.”

You smiled, giving him a kiss that he quickly escalated, laying you back on his bed. Making out with Mickey was nice, it was normal. For a few minutes, you let yourself forget about Ghostface as you parted your lips for him, letting him slip his tongue inside your mouth. When his hands gripped your wrists to pin you to the bed, however, you hissed in pain, and he quickly released them.

“Sorry, sorry. I forgot,” he whispered, pressing apologetic kisses to your lips. “We should get going.”

Reluctantly, you agreed, remembering that his roommate wouldn’t be back any time soon, and you had the rest of the weekend to yourselves after you went to the health center, and got something to eat, too, since you were thinking about it.

Mickey kept his arm securely around you as the two of you made your way across campus. You spotted Sidney, Randy, and Hallie speaking among themselves at one of the tables outside, and Mickey made a bit of a detour to go talk to them. You couldn’t exactly read their expressions when they saw you until Randy spoke up.

“You sure missed a lot last night. Convenient,” he said, not bothering to hide his accusatory tone.

“Cut it out. I already told you guys they were working on a paper,” Mickey said, holding you closer to his side. “You can check the computer logs in the library.”

“Wh-What happened to your arms?” Sidney asked, her eyes fixed on your scraped wrists. For a split second, you thought it was out of concern, but then quickly realized the suspicion in her voice.

“Look, I’m really sorry about what happened, but I don’t know anything,” you said. “After I finished my paper, I went back to my dorm and then I tripped and fell on the way to Mickey’s. There were plenty of people who saw me last night.”

Hallie gave you a tense smile. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I’m taking them to the student health center so nothing gets infected. We’ll see you guys later,” Mickey said.

The varying looks of distrust on the group's faces made you want to cry. As you and Mickey resumed your walk to the dining hall, your brain worked overtime to come up with worst case scenarios, as if somehow the Ghostface killings could be pinned onto you, even the ones in town despite you being with your friends during that whole incident.

“They all think it’s me.”

Mickey’s silence was more than enough of an answer to make you panic.

Stopping in your tracks, you grabbed his arm. “You don’t think it’s me, do you?” 

“I know it’s not you,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring. “They’re just on edge after what happened last night, especially after Derek went back into the Delta Lambda Zeta house after Sidney saw Ghostface—“

“Oh my god, is he okay?”

Mickey shrugged. “He got cut, but not fatally. Not the best look on his part.”

“What? No way, Derek would never—Seriously?”

“C’mon, Y/N, why would he go back in there?”

“So what, since he happened to get cut and I happened to trip, now they’re all thinking Derek and I have been secretly scheming to chop everyone up? Where is he? Maybe I can talk to him and—“

“Why don’t we just get to the health center before you run across campus to find the other top suspect in this whole thing.”

“Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”

He nodded. “I’ll drop it. I’m sorry, baby.”

The rest of the walk to the student health center was silent, though Mickey kept his arm wrapped around you. 

“If you don’t have anyone else, you know you have me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I know,” you said, though you didn’t exactly believe yourself.

[doodle-pops]

Eönwë Avian Traits Characterisation

| Part 1 | Part 2: [Pre-Heat, Heat/Mating and Post-Heat]

A/N: The second part of Eönwë's characterisation. Done and completed at last! It's awfully long but I don't believe you all would complain :)

Warnings: talks and acts of breeding and impregnation, a quick mention of using herbal contraceptives, mentions of ovulation, knotting, animalistic (avian) behaviour, and detailed descriptions of mating/sex, somnophilia (consensual sex while unconscious), creampies, fingering, grinding, overstimulation, rough sex, sub!reader, dom!Eönwë, aftercare,

| Pre-Heat |

When Eönwë's heat has arrived, he goes through two weeks of experiencing heat, however, they are separated into two part: Pre-heat and Heat. Pre-heat is the first week where his body undergoes changes for the second week which begins his heat.

As spring is approaching, Eӧnwё goes through many different transitions before appearing fit for mating with you. Firstly, he begins to shed his feathers, the old ones dropping out and being replaced by new shiny plumage.

Secondly, he becomes more territorial than ever and it’s serious. He doesn’t want you out of his sight, the exception being that you’re within the same premises as him and he can smell and hear you.

Possessive to a fault and will fight, so it’s best if you don’t leave the house because you’re going to be walking around in public bouncing into other people and his bird brain cannot comprehend that.

Whenever you don’t smell like him, he’ll drag you off to rub himself all over you so you’re smelling like him. It does contain him grinding all over you or engaging in small sexual activities that leave his scent on you.

This becomes a habit of his during the entire wait for mating season, he’s always all over you. Pulling you into some corner to go down on you or fingering you, anything except sex, for you to smell like him.

Thirdly, his appetite increases, and he puts on more weight, like muscle mass. His body bulks up and everything about him grows and becomes enlarged (yes, even his dick gets bigger, like BIGGER).

Eats more than ever to increase his mass so he’ll have enough energy for the week he’s about to have you to himself. Eӧnwё would appreciate it if you cooked meals for him, that way he’s aware of his mate being able to provide and care as well.

There are changes in his wings. His plumage is shinier than ever and a few shades darker, so they no longer appear white: greyer. Even with his wingspan increase, you would notice him stretching out his wings over the period; it’s him adjusting to the new size. Plus, super sensitive so avoid touching them for now. He also grows additional inches and towers over you even more.

Later on, his voice drops and his eyes become more hawk-like, sharper and his irises glow in the dark. It’s impossible to hide anything from him, even his sense of smell has amplified.

Eӧnwё could smell your arousal from a mile away, no wonder why he’s always cornering you (it’s worse if you’re ovulating around his rut, like seriously worse. He’ll either start mating right there to not miss a chance or glower in the back horny x10).

His bodily temperature increases and it’s like sleeping directly beside a campfire. He’s always sweating and covered in a sheen, so this leads to him walking around half-naked; shirtless with some loose trousers that barely hang on his hips and the obvious outline of his dick.

This is also done by him to get your arousal up and running. Help your hormones run in sync with his as if his pheromones aren’t doing the trick already. This is accompanied by him constantly whispering about how he can’t wait to breed you.

It’s natural for him to engage in mating because it’s his body’s natural way of informing him that he’s ready to settle down and have a family; the joys of seeing you become pregnant. However, it depends on the stage you've both reached in your relationship because Eönwë would understand that you aren't ready for children if you two aren't wedded and new to the relationship.

It's just his natural avian instincts to mate for children purposes even though it's not yours and his reason (he just wants the pain to disappear).

Fourthly, the nest. Sooner or later, during your stay at Eӧnwё, you are going to notice start noticing pillows and sheets missing. “Weren’t there four cushions on the couch yesterday?” Cue Eӧnwё, adjusting the cushions in the nest he’s building in his chamber.

But before he builds the nest, he does heavy tidying to the house, it needs to be spick and spanked for his mate to feel comfortable during their mating. But the house also needs to be marked as his territory, so he places his feathers throughout the house and in your nest.

You’ll be walking through the house and see a trail of white silvery feathers in the most random of places.

One time, you were in need of a pillow to sleep and because the nest wasn’t ready to be used, you removed a pillow from it to sleep. Never before had you heard Eӧnwё sounding so displeased and feral, “Pull. Them. Back. Now.”. Note to self, do not remove anything from your shared nest.

When he’s finished with the nest, he will bring you to inspect it and give the final confirmation. It’s really just a pile of mattresses doubled up and sheets everywhere with cushions and pillows for extra fluffiness— please don’t say no, he’s already stressed and it’s a form of rejection, and I will personally hunt you with a pitchfork if you reject.

| Mating (NSFW) |

So if this is your first mating season with him, you would have probably figured out that Eӧnwё has a massive breeding kink and impregnating kink when mating season rolls around because he’s mentally at that stage of waiting to have a family.

You would have been hearing him whispering it in your ear throughout the pre-mating, so you are going to hear him mumbling it in your ear the entire time about filling you up.

If you both don’t want children, then find some contraceptive herbs that prevents pregnancy, do inform him firstly because the avian part of him will be heartbroken at how you didn’t conceive should it not be discussed beforehand. Consider it a mental preparation for him so, when nothing happens, he doesn't mourn or become depressed.

Everything is going to happen so randomly. You would probably be making something to eat and all of a sudden you look up and see Eӧnwё standing at the entrance panting and animalistic looking before he marches over and drags you to the nest.

You cannot leave your nest the entire time you are rolling around and sloppy fucking into the sheets. As much as you probably wish to wash off, Eӧnwё is there to preen you, so at no point are you stepping out. You did once while he was sleeping to relieve yourself and boy were you in for tears when you returned. It nearly threw his entire heat off because he thought you had left him.

If you need anything, you need to tell him and he’ll get it for you. If you need to relieve yourself, then he’ll carry you and bring you back, anything else, inform him and he’ll get it. He's a malewife during your entire heat.

Expect within the first few rounds, not the first day, but just a few rounds to appear like you’ve fought a massive war because you are going to be marked up from head to toe. Hickeys everywhere and small bite marks.

His goal is to also ward off any unwanted male so he’s scenting you as he fucks, and that’s mostly through filling you up. His body knots according to a particular release of cum, this is why he can fuck you multiple rounds back to back and fill you up without knotting. Sometimes he goes through three rounds maybe five before his body allows him to knot (and no, he doesn’t lay eggs, just regular cum).

His body is overly sensitive as well, that’s why he tends to release so quickly. He’s been denying himself until you mate so he’s oversensitive to every touch and his body is chasing relief. His knots last for a few minutes, ten to fifteen minutes, and no, he doesn’t soften at all— he remains hard. This also leads to you being overstimulated.

At the start, he’ll be hesitant and fighting with himself to not let loose and go feral, it’s his first time with you so he doesn’t want to scare you. You need to reassure him that it’s alright to go crazy and wild (and then you were incapacitated). He's like an animal in heat (get it? no? okay), tossing you about the bed, placing his weight on top of you and pinning you into the mattress, biting, marking and so much more.

Eӧnwё is an entirely different person during his heat when he’s fucking you that is, when he’s finished his first knotting, he’s all soft.

Turns into a teddy bear as if he wasn’t sloppy fucking you like your life depended on it a few seconds ago. Clinging to you and cleaning you, nuzzling your hair and preening with some merry chirping in between.

He’ll ask you so many questions about how you’re feeling or if you need to get water. The bad part about it is that if you don’t have any refreshments nearby, you have to wait until his knot deflates before having that glass of water.

As mentioned in A Bond That Keeps Us, he settles the nest nearby the window to give you a beautiful view of nature as he fucks the life out of you.

Please know that because he has so much energy and stamina, he has and will fuck you until you pass out and even as you’re passed out, you would have to note that he’s still using your body despite unconsciousness (of course Eӧnwё informs you that something like this might happen and you gave him consent).

Throughout his entire heat, he is dominant and will never allow you to top so if you are a dominant person and hates the idea of being topped, get used to it. Furthermore, he is in no way degrading or restraining you at all. Yes, he’ll pin you down with his body weight but no collars, ropes or blindfolds. This is a romantic passionate meaningful session.

Don’t even attempt to touch or relieve yourself, you are just hurting him more than ever. His ability to please you would be shattered, it’s as if you’re silently telling him that he isn’t doing a good job.

Know that Eӧnwё is going to make you cum every way on this cock touched and untouched. It will become his profession to make you cum in every way possible.

Along with being a dominant person, he isn’t degrading but he’s still spouting filth about how good you look all filled with his cum, at the same time, he’s sentimental and emotional.

This is his first mating season with you, and he still can’t believe he has a mate and you were willing to mate with him. Of course, he’s going to be praising how wonderful you are to and for him. Will lead to a soft moment being slipped in and him being a tad bit gentler, mostly coming to the end when his energy is fluctuating and he’s in and out of his stamina.

But not to worry, this only happens around day five or six, on day seven, he regains his last bit of energy to finish his heat strongly to show you he’s fully capable of lasting and pleasuring you. Here is where his last knot would occur and most cum is produced (he’s breeding you, it’s creampies all the way).

While he’s lying there with his cum in you and his heat is fading, he turns into an overprotective and loving puppy. Worrying about all the marks on your skin as if he didn’t deliver them. Any massage that your body requires, at this moment, he would deliver them while he allows you your rest.

| Post-Heat |

You two would remain wrapped up with each other for a couple hours, feeling absolutely lethargic because all the weariness from seven days of fucking came crashing down on you both.

Eӧnwё would have to force himself out of bed to prepare a bath for you both because he knows that it’s about time the both of you clean up. He wants to rest but firstly wishes to have you clean and tidy up the place because it’s an absolute mess. Objects are broken, pillows strewn, cushions destroyed, and mattress wrecked and feathered everywhere which spurs Eӧnwё into cleaning mode but he’s too tired.

A hot bath with scented oils, he’ll clean you up and comment on how good you did for your first heat with him. You are so knocked out and in la la land to be aware that he’s cleaning you up.

When he’s finished, he’ll take you to another room in the house for you to peacefully rest and snuggle beside you. While you’re naturally incapacitated due to his skills, he becomes weary and lethargic and refuses to move or function. All he can do is sleep to rebuild all his lost energy.

Lots of cuddling and spending time in bed, if you have the energy to spare. But basically, everything falls back into a normal routine once you’re not pregnant. Eӧnwё goes back to being Eӧnwё.

Bonus: if you had conceived, he would recognise the change in your scent at the end of his post-heat (which usually last between one-three days). Your body scent would change, and he’d be able to pick on the difference as well as sense their fёa.

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The Usurper-Chapter Eighteen

Summary: Lilah McNamara stole things for a living. It was tedious work and often dangerous, which made it just exciting enough to keep her interested. After botching a routine job, Lilah finds herself standing amid monsters. Wholly unprepared for the horror of living under Amaru’s reign, Lilah decides to use her well honed skills to thwart the queen’s plans and prevent the end of the world.

Word Count: ~5,400

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Lilah was just slipping on her sneakers when a knock came to the door. “Come in!”

Brasa walked in and Lilah was glad she was sitting down because he was not wearing his usual uniform of head to toe black. This motherfucker was wearing a white cashmere sweater and jeans. Lilah didn’t know he owned jeans, let alone would willingly put them on. She already thought he was attractive, already knew he could be intimidating and powerful when he wore black. In white, Brasa was altogether another kind of gorgeous. The sweater hugged his body, accentuating the hard outline of his heavily muscled torso. The jeans, too, were flattering. Although the cut of the denim was loose, Lilah could see where it stretched over his thighs whenever he moved. If she ignored the soft leather gloves, Brasa might look like someone she would run into one the street, or at a community event. He might look human.

“I was hoping to find you here,” he said with a smile that showed off his dimples.

Lilah wanted to run her fingertips over them. She took a breath and made a show of shrugging casually, “Where else would I be?”

“Point,” Brasa replied. “I canceled my meetings for the day. I thought maybe you might want to go somewhere with me.”

Charmed by the uncertainty in his tone, Lilah looked down at her own outfit—jean shorts and a t shirt, “I’m not really dressed to go out, but I can change.”

“No,” he said with a dismissive gesture, “you’re perfect.” Brasa flinched and quickly corrected himself, “I mean, what you’re wearing is perfect.”

Further charmed by how flustered he was, Lilah grinned, “Okay. Did you want to go now?”

His brows lifted, as if he hadn’t expected her to be so ready, “Now is good.”

“Okay.”

The room fell quiet while they continued to stare at each other. Her standing in the middle of the room. Him at the door. Lilah couldn’t help but to compare the way he looked right now to the way he looked a few days ago. Eyes black with lust and holding onto the frame as if it were a lifeline. Lilah thought about that look a lot. She also thought about what might have happened if he let go.

Brasa shifted on his feet, “We should…”

Lilah gave herself a mental shake, “Yes. Yeah. Let’s go.”

He led her out to the garage where an SUV she didn’t recognize was parked. Lilah didn’t want to know where he got it from, “Where are we going?”

Brasa smiled coyly at her, “Its a surprise.”

“A surprise?”

He hummed in confirmation while he opened her door, “Its a good one. I promise.”

“I had no doubt,” Lilah replied. She actually meant it.

Watching him walk around the car to the driver’s side, Lilah realized that she sort of trusted him. They were on the same team. They had a common goal, a common enemy. And, that counted for something. As rocky as their relationship started, the last week or so had shown her that they could at least work together.

Brasa dropped into the seat next to her and started the car. Lilah watched him pull out of the garage and onto a dusty path heading in the opposite direction of the city. He looked perfectly at home behind the wheel. One hand guided the car while the other reached up to pull his sunglasses off the visor above. He slipped them on and focused on the wilderness before them. Lilah’s eyes followed every movement, lingering over the strong lines of his arms and shoulders.

“You said,” she rasped after realizing that she’d been staring, “that you didn’t know much about my world. How did you learn to drive?”

He glanced at her, “I didn’t see a need for it at first. I can run faster than I can drive.”

Lilah’s gaze dropped to his thighs while her mind tried to wrap around the idea of him running faster than a car at breakneck speeds. Arms pumping at his sides, dust flying up behind him. How much effort would it take for him? Would he even be winded? Part of her thought he might be fucking with her, but Brasa had said it so casually that Lilah was inclined to believe him. She wondered if she could get him to show her. There was plenty of open acreage around. No one would notice a veritable rocket barreling across the desert.

“What changed your mind?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Mmhmm. You wanted to go out, to do normal human things. So, I needed to have a way to get you there.”

How...thoughtful. Lilah felt her heart warm with his explanation. She turned her head to look out the window in order to hide the pleased smile. “Did you learn out here?”

Brasa shook his head, “I took a class.”

Her head whipped around and she could feel how shocked her expression was, “You took a class?”

“Isn’t that how you learn?” he asked, “You ask someone to teach you?”

“I...guess. Yeah, that’s how you learn,” Lilah managed to say. “I’m picturing you sitting in a student driver car with a middle aged man giving you directions.”

He laughed soundlessly, “It wasn’t quite like that.”

“How was it, then? I genuinely have to know.” The image of Brasa sitting in a classroom at a little desk, studiously taking notes was nothing short of ridiculous.

“One of our newly turned culebras was a driving instructor,” Brasa said. “He was happy to teach me.”

“I’m sure he was,” Lilah replied. “Did you take to it easily? The driving?”

“No,” he admitted.

She waited for him to continue and, when he didn’t, she prompted, “How many cars did you wreck?”

Brasa was silent for a while. He turned the wheel and the car zoomed towards a large, imposing rock face. Lilah pressed her lips together, perfectly willing to sit in silence until he answered her. After several extremely long moments, he caved, “Four.”

“Four?” she asked in a high pitched tone that she absolutely wouldn’t admit was mostly a squeal. “Four cars?”

Brasa’s tone was defensive, “Cars are extremely complicated machines.”

Lilah waved her hand around, “There’s nothing out here, Brasa. How could you wreck four cars in the middle of nowhere?”

One of his shoulders lifted, “I like to go fast.”

She laughed. Really laughed. In that moment, there was nothing funnier than picturing Brasa putting the pedal to the floor while his instructor held on to the oh shit handle for dear life. “I can’t,” Lilah wheezed, “I can’t believe it.”

“Laugh all you want,” Brasa drawled in mock annoyance, “I’m doing just fine now.”

She wiped a finger underneath her watering eyes, “You are. I’ll fully admit that.”

The SUV slowed and came to a stop near the rock. Brasa put the gear shift in park, saying, “We’re here.”

Lilah looked around, “Where is here?”

“You’ll see. Out, out.” He shooed her with both hands.

Lilah unbuckled the seat belt and stepped out. She closed the door and shaded her eyes with her hand to get a better look. The rock face was more or less a large dome. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it, other than the fact that it sat alone in a massive circle of flat earth. “You wanted to show me a rock?”

Brasa smirked at her, “Come here.”

She went. Lilah walked with Brasa up to the rock and she watched him reach into an indent and pull. To her great surprise, the rock face moved. Lilah stared at it with her mouth hanging open until she realized that it was a door. Perfectly carved and totally undetectable. The way the door hinged and the sound it made told Lilah that it was solid. A metric fuck ton of rock swung open in a movement that looked completely effortless. She couldn’t imagine the strength it took, “Holy crap.”

He ushered her inside, but not before Lilah caught the smug look on his face. “I haven’t had time to put in an elevator. You’ll have to hold on to me.”

“O...kay,” Lilah murmured. She wasn’t quite sure what he meant, which left her sort of holding her hands out to him awkwardly.

Brasa grasped them and wound each around his neck. First one, then the other. Then, he pulled her close with both arms at her waist, “Hold tight.”

Warned by his serious tone, Lilah adjusted her stance and curled the fingers of one hand around the wrist of the other. She tucked her chin down so that her forehead rested on his shoulder and breathed deep. Then, before she even registered the movement, she was airborne.

The wind was sucked from her lungs so that she couldn’t scream. Her arms tightened even further, desperate to anchor herself as they fell into darkness. She squeezed her eyes shut and held on with all her strength. Air flew up around her, whipping at the back of her neck. Her stomach leapt up to somewhere in her throat. There was a faint buzz in her ear that might have been her brain telling her she had a good run but she was going to die now.

They landed. Brasa’s feet hit solid ground and his knees bent to take the impact. Lilah was glad his arms were still around her because she certainly wasn’t going to be able to stand. Everything inside her felt like molten jelly. Her eyes refused to open and she could feel tears dotting her cheeks. Brasa kept holding her until the shivers racking her body slowed, “Are you alright?”

Lilah finally found her voice, “For the record, I hate that. You need to warn me better when we do shit like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. His arms tightened and he swayed a little from side to side in a way that might have been comforting if Lilah was any less scared.

Her breaths were shuddering, touched with the aroma of coffee and caramel. He wasn’t wearing cologne and she was soothed by his natural scent. Eventually, Lilah was able to open her eyes to find a short hallway lit by work lights. “Where are we?”

Brasa let go of her with one arm, the other remaining firmly around her waist, “Its down there.”

They walked forward until they came to an opening in the wall. It was darker, here, but Lilah could see that someone had carved out a large room. There were parallel scrapes all over the walls and the floor was covered in rock and dust. “What am I looking at?”

“Home,” he said. “Sometime soon, I hope.” When she looked at him in confusion, Brasa continued, “You asked me what I wanted to do once I was done with this Amaru mess.”

She recalled the conversation, “You said you would start another project.”

“I did,” he confirmed. “It stuck with me, saying that. I didn’t know it at the time, but this is what I want. This is the project I want to begin. I want a home.”

Lilah looked around at the room with new eyes, “Looks like you’ve got a good start.”

“It will take some time to finish drilling out the rooms. Keeping Amaru from finding out is difficult.”

“No two week timeline?” she joked with half a smile.

Brasa sighed, “Unfortunately not. I’m using human contractors and they are...slow.”

“We can’t all be supernaturally strong,” Lilah drawled. “Some of us even have to sleep now and then.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” he countered, with humor.

She turned to look at him, “Thanks for showing this to me. I realize that you’re...trusting me with knowing about it.”

“Of course,” he said, as if there wasn’t any question, “It will be your home, too.”

“Right.” Lilah felt a little silly that she hadn’t made that connection. Unlike Brasa, there was no timeline for her life. She had few goals, and even fewer options outside of her contract work. Living here with him might be a nice idea, but there was very little chance it would actually happen. Lilah might not know exactly what she wanted after they dealt with Amaru, but she didn’t want the life she was living now.

Brasa led her back out into the hall, “When we get a little further into the project, I want you to help with picking out furniture.”

“I don’t know that you want me to do that,” she said, looking up. The opening was at least a hundred yards up and she didn’t see a ladder. “Javier would probably be a better help.”

He tilted his head to the side as he considered it, “He is good with fabric swatches.”

“See? Definitely a better choice. Now, how are we getting up there?”

Brasa smiled, “Same way we got down.”

Lilah sighed and sidled up to him, “Alright. At least I have fair warning this time.”

“I did tell you to hold tight.”

Arms around his shoulders, Lilah lifted her brows at him, “Yeah, but not that we were going to drop down a hole.”

He pretended to scowl at her, “I didn’t realize you were so easily frightened.”

“My body is fragile, Brasa, as you keep reminding me. I can’t take a fall like that without breaking my legs.”

“Not for long,” he countered, pulling her in. “Ready?”

“No, but go ahead.”

Brasa bent at the knees and Lilah moved with him. He jumped and Lilah felt like gravity stopped working. They were weightless, pushing upwards towards the light above with frightening speed. Lilah forced herself to keep her eyes open, to watch as the light grew brighter and brighter. They landed at the entrance and Brasa held still, waiting for Lilah to get her bearings. One by one, she forced her fingers to relax so that they weren’t digging into his shoulders.

A hand touched her cheek, “Good?”

Lilah took a breath, “Better than last time, I think.” At least, this time, she didn’t want to throw up.

He smiled proudly at her, “Good.”

Lilah’s legs shook all the way to the car and long after put her seat belt on. She was going to have to get better with surprises and displays of extraordinary strength if she was going to get along without looking like a complete rube among his people.

Brasa put the SUV in gear and they sped away, “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.” She hadn’t had time to have her usual breakfast before Brasa showed up that morning. Lilah was kind of surprised that abject terror hadn’t ruined her appetite. In the distance, she could see that they were passing the garage, which meant they were heading for the highway. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going or is this a surprise, too?”

He chuckled, saying, “Its not a surprise. Just a little place on the outskirts of town.”

A little place on the outskirts of town was actually a food truck parked in a strip mall. Brasa opened the back of the SUV so she could sit while he went to order food. Lilah swung her legs, taking the opportunity to watch him unobserved. She couldn’t get over how human he looked, how natural. He was interacting with the vendor like he did this every day and the vendor actually looked like they were enjoying the conversation.

Brasa glanced back at her and his mouth tipped up in half a smile. Lilah felt her heart give a little sigh. He was just so cute. So incredibly cute. Her anger and resentment seemed to have faded to the background in light of all the things she was learning about him. Not for the first time, she wondered at how insane it was that they were anywhere near each other, let alone going out and spending time together.

Her work kept her busy enough that socializing was difficult. More than that, Lilah couldn’t exactly tell anyone that she was an international criminal. Brasa had overcome that barrier simply by the fact that he was also kind of a criminal.

She gave him a little wave and kept her eyes on him while he turned to wait for the food. Another sigh went through her. He really did fill out those jeans. Careful not to be caught staring at Brasa’s ass, Lilah forced her gaze to the stores nearest to her. Most of them were pretty standard fare, boutiques with brightly painted windows. Some of them had little a-frame displays sitting outside the door. Lilah liked to spend the ample down time in the reconnaissance leg of her projects walking through places like these. She never knew what she would run across or who she might meet. Occasionally, she picked up a souvenir to send home. Her mother loved little tchotchkes with pithy little sayings. Her dad never turned down a new coffee mug.

Brasa returned with a paper tray and a Styrofoam cup, “Are you sure this is all you want?”

Lilah took them from his hands, “Uh huh. I might still be full from the tasting menu.”

His chin dipped and there was a small, pleased smile on his mouth. It made Lilah want to lean over and kiss him. She cleared her throat and peeled a taco from the set of three laying flat on the tray. “How did you hear about this place?”

He hopped up to sit next to her, “One of our new recruits wouldn’t stop talking about it. She says they’re the best tacos in the city.”

They were good tacos.

“Do you spend a lot of time with the...new recruits?”

Brasa licked his lips, “Sometimes—if they’re struggling with the change. Its not easy and they occasionally need someone to guide them. I try to find little jobs for the ones who have particular skills. It helps to have something to focus on.”

Lilah ate while he talked, thinking that changing into a culebra was very likely a traumatic experience. Everything about Brasa’s world felt violent and angry. She was surprised they retained any sense of sanity, let alone enough presence of mind to perform a job. “Do you ever have one that...I don’t know, rebels?”

He nodded, “We do. I’ve had to neutralize a few troublemakers, though not as much lately.”

‘Neutralize’. It was a very polite word for a very impolite task. She recalled what Amaru did with those who failed to fall in line.

“Once we got the numbers up high enough, things stabilized. They like to live in nests. Its comforting.”

“Do Xibalbans live together?”

“We do,” he answered, “Our homes are connected together with walkways. They’re above ground, though. Most culebras prefer to be underground.”

Lilah recalled the pictures she’d seen of Xibalban palaces. She picked up another taco, saying, “But, your home is underground. Or, will be.”

Brasa shrugged, “Its for safety. Back home, we were exposed if someone wanted to attack. I want to be able to actually rest once its finished.”

“You think you’ll be attacked?”

“Lilah,” he said, casting her a knowing glance, “I’m herding around a group of unruly immortals whose instincts are volatile and furious. Of course I’m going to be attacked.”

“Right,” she muttered, taking a sip of her drink. Then, in a small voice, she asked, “Do they hate you for it?”

“Some do,” he replied in an equally soft voice. “A few choose to meet the sun. I don’t try to stop them.”

Lilah wiped her mouth and said, “Do you have to turn them? Is it really necessary?”

“I would prefer not to. It rarely happens during natural feeding. But, Amaru wants numbers.”

They had discussed this before, “You mean she wants bodies to fight for her.”

Brasa nodded, “If I’m able to defeat her, things will change.”

She didn’t like the veiled resignation in his tone, “Not if—when. When we defeat her.”

He nodded, but Lilah could see the lack of belief in his eyes. She couldn’t quite blame him. He’d been tricked into being bound to her for so long, unable to fight back, that Brasa probably didn’t see the possibility that it could end. Lilah would fix that soon enough. She just needed to get a plan together. In the meantime, there were the brief reprieves like today to keep her going.

“Did your recruit mention any fun activities in between praising the taco truck?”

“Activities?”

“Yeah,” she said, “things to do around town.”

He shook his head, “I don’t remember if she did.”

Lilah held out her hand, “Give me your phone. I’ll look something up.”

Without hesitation, Brasa reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He handed it to her and watched while she tapped the screen. The homepage came up and she selected the internet app. Lilah had the urge to censure him about locking down his phone. Anyone could pick it up and know exactly what kind of business he was doing. There wasn’t even a VPN.

It didn’t take long for Lilah to find the city’s events page and to start clicking around on things that looked interesting. “What are you into?”

“What?”

She looked up, “What sort of things do you like to do?”

Brasa shrugged, “I’ll enjoy whatever you want to do.”

Lilah knew enough about him to know that wasn’t true, “What was the most exciting thing at your feasts?”

“Probably the dancers,” he said, “Almost everyone wanted to see them.”

“Did you?” When he nodded, she asked, “What kind of dancers were your favorite?”

He took a moment to think about it, “The ones that told a story. There were dancers that danced just for the sake of enticing others, but we had others that told stories about legends or battles.”

Lilah went back to clicking links. She couldn’t find any traditional dancing troupes that performed in the area. Nor were there any local performances of a ballet or modern dance. She kept looking, delving into the social media of local businesses. There was plenty of advertising for live music at bars, even a motorcycle rally not too far away. Three or four pages later, her thumb hovered over a flyer.

“How do you feel about nudity in a performance?”

Brasa didn’t miss a beat, “I have no objections.”

“Cool. What do you think of this?” She showed him the phone.

He looked at it with his brows furrowed, “I don’t know what this is.”

“Its dancing,” Lilah said. “Sometimes they tell a story, sometimes they’re making a joke out of it. Almost always they’re taking their clothes off.”

Brasa looked past the phone to her, “This is something you would want to do?”

“I’m game for it, if you are.” She put a hint of a challenge in her voice, just to see what he would do.

“Okay,” he replied easily. “When should we go?”

Lilah glanced at the address and put it into the Maps app, “The place is about two hours away, but the show doesn’t start until eight. We’ve got a couple hours to kill if you want to head back and check in with Javier.”

Brasa gave his head a hard shake, “No. I don’t want to go back. I’ve been buried in work for months and I want to forget about it for today.”

She definitely knew that feeling, “Alright. We’ll kick around the city for a while and then we can go.”

They walked around the stores in the mall and explored a gallery a few blocks away. Lilah dipped into her old habit of finding interesting things wherever she went, pulling Brasa along with her. They perused the art slowly, walking in a slow circle around the large, open area.

Brasa stopped in front of a pieces that was awash in bold, vibrant colors. Lilah stood next to him and observed it in silence. It was a small canvas, made smaller by the sharp black lines cutting through it both vertically and horizontally. The spaces between were filled with yellows and reds and blues. All primary colors. All hyper-saturated.

“What do you think of this?” Brasa asked.

She shrugged, “Its fine. Abstract really isn’t my style.”

His brows lifted with interest, “Oh?”

“I’m a sucker for impressionism,” Lilah admitted. “I know. Its cliché.”

“What do you like about it?” The question was asked in a light, but genuine, tone.

Lilah gave herself time to think about it as she turned and circled a recreation of the statue of David that stood tall in the middle of the room. “Its...softer. There’s so many brushstrokes that they’re completely impossible to tell apart unless you’re looking very closely. And, its not just the brushstrokes. Its the colors. Even the most vibrant paint is made soft that way. There’s a calm in the work that you don’t find in pieces like that one.” She pointed at the canvas they were just viewing. “Its no less important, you know. But, I just don’t like it as much.”

Brasa listened to her thoughtfully. Then said, “Thank you for telling me.”

His sincerity embarrassed her, “Sure.”

After they left the gallery, Lilah and Brasa went back to the car. During the drive, they talked—or, Brasa asked questions and Lilah talked. He wanted to know how she grew up (suburban kid with parents who loved her and a total lack of interest in school), how she became a thief (completely by accident), and what sort of jobs she liked best (historical relics and the occasional diamond). The conversation kept going all the way to the car and throughout the two hour drive.

The event venue was attached to a bar, which Lilah expected. She’d never been to one of these shows before and found that she was actually excited for the opportunity. Brasa bought their tickets and they found a table somewhere in the middle of the room. There was still half an hour before the show started and the room was already teeming with people. Some sat at the bar, but most sat at the tables dotting the space.

Lilah picked up the drink menu sitting against the centerpiece, “Are you going to pretend to drink tonight?”

“I should,” he answered, “I want to fit in, right?”

“Not everyone drinks,” she said absently while reading through the options.

“You do.”

“That is correct,” Lilah drawled while sending him a coy look. “Its one of the only vices I’m allowed to have.”

Brasa’s interest was piqued, “Oh?”

She set the menu down, “In my line of work, I need a clear head. Drugs are fine once in a while, but I can’t get sloppy or I’ll end up in prison. Or dead. That’s also possible. I’m usually trying to be discreet, so going out to a five star restaurant isn’t advisable. Its too much of a risk that I’ll be noticed and remembered. I do shop, some, but I tend to travel light and I don’t have a place to ship things.”

“You have family, you said. Your parents.”

Lilah nodded, “Yes, but its very difficult to keep up the lie that I’m some kind of consultant for a global design team when I’m sending home a ten thousand dollar bag that I stole from some rich yuppie on the train.”

Brasa laughed, then sobered, “You don’t have a place that’s yours? I’ve been told that having a house or apartment is the marker of adulthood.”

“I did have one for a while, but I was never there,” Lilah explained with a wave of her hand. “Now, I just put the stuff I want to keep in storage. Its cheaper.”

His focus turned inward and Lilah could see that he was thinking hard about something. “Most of our people,” Brasa began, “say that they have families or friends that will be looking for them. Is there someone who is looking for you?”

“Not anyone I want to find me,” she joked. “My parents are used to not hearing from me for months at a time. I don’t really have friends outside of the business, and all of us know what its like to have to go into hiding when we need to. We learn not to ask questions.”

The waitress came to take their orders and Brasa deferred naturally to Lilah. She assured them it wouldn’t be a long wait and went off towards the bar. Almost as soon as she was out of sight, the lights dimmed and an emcee walked up to the microphone. He wasted no time in introducing the first act. Luna DeVille appeared, dripping in red light, and the crowd swelled with raucous applause.

Luna was almost completely concealed by two massive red feather fans. She swept them from side to side in a flourish before the spotlight slowly turned to her. The crystals all over her outfit glittered with every movement, drawing the eye to her swinging hips and ample cleavage. People around them crowed and cooed at her, clapping when she threw one of the fans in the air and caught it with a demure shimmy.

Over the next seven or eight minutes, Luna removed piece after piece of clothing, each one getting its own little performance. She peeled off her gloves with her teeth. The skirt was unbuttoned and used as cape, flicking and fluttering so that the bright red underlining flashed with the beat of the song. Unzipping the bodice was an inch by inch tease that earned excited cries from several tables. When Luna was down to the fanciest set of jewel encrusted lingerie Lilah had ever seen, she picked the fans up again and gave a final shimmy that shook the fans above her head.

The music ended and Lilah clapped excitedly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Brasa doing the same. She leaned towards him, “Did you like it?”

He smiled wide, “I did.”

“Good,” Lilah said, “because there’s like three more acts.”

The rest of the show had an array of styles, including gymnastics, a dancer dressed as a lunch lady, and even a male performer. Lilah hollered with the crowd and clapped until her hands hurt. Occasionally, she peeked at Brasa. He was laughing and clapping right along with her. It felt like no time had passed when the emcee announced the end of the performance. Lilah stood and clapped, cheering for all the dancers. She glanced down at Brasa, who was staring up at her with a grin.

“Wasn’t that fun?” Lilah asked in the parking lot.

“It was!” he replied with enthusiasm, “I was surprised by the creativity.”

“Me, too,” Lilah replied. “I didn’t know you could do that with a spatula.” She climbed in the car, “Did this take your mind off work?”

Brasa nodded, “Definitely.” Then, “We should go again. See another show.”

“I’m down.”

Lilah didn’t know if it was all the excitement or the alcohol, but she dozed most of the way back to the garage, only waking when Brasa touched her shoulder. Groggy, she climbed out of the car and walked towards the elevator. In front of it, she stopped and sighed, “I don’t want to go back down there.”

Brasa’s hand paused over the call button, “Why not?”

“I’ve spent weeks in that little room, busying myself with research and TV,” she muttered. “I want to get back to my work. My life.”

“We’ve talked about this. You need—,”

“Yes, I know,” Lilah cut in, “I need to be stronger. Listen, I know I was pissed about the wine and that we’ve kind of been back and forth about it, but if that’s what it takes to get back to work…” She let the sentence hang between them.

Brasa moved closer and studied her face, “You’re sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Alright.”

With that one word, Brasa tapped the call button and ushered her into the elevator. He was quiet on the way down and all the way to the bedroom. Lilah kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed, waiting for him to say or do something. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, flicking it open. Then, he dropped down to kneel at her feet.

“Ready?” he asked after rolling up his sleeve and pressing the tip of the blade against his skin.

Lilah breathed deep and met his eyes, “Ready.”

[wolfsbanesparks]

Idk if you answered a similar question but how do you plan your fics? Do you have the entire plot ready or some points that you connect while writing

Hi anon!

So confession time: I absolutely suck at planning stories out.

I'm what a lot of people refer to as a 'pantser' aka I fly by the seat of my pants as I write, filling in things as I go without a plan. I have literally never had an entire plot worked out before I started writing lol.

Typically I come into a fic with little more than a brief prompt or a single scene in my head and just start free writing a couple of scenes to see what happens. Often times the first scene I come up with is the very beginning/set up and then I give myself a goal to work towards and figure the rest out as I go along. For plot heavy things the goal is usually simply to fix the problem I've created (For example in Split my goal that I wrote towards was simply: merge Cap and Billy back together). Because that goal is the focus, I often have a scene or two near the end of the story that is fully fleshed out long before I get there that I'm writing towards (and then I tweak the scene to fit the details of how I got there) But everything in the middle? A complete blank until I get there.

When I outline, it is generally a painfully brief bullet point list of things like "character A talks to character B" or "fight scene" or "Batman POV?" that I add to or rearrange whenever I get a new idea. Since I often have multiple POVs, if there is a POV I know I want to include, I stick it into the list and figure out what to do with it later.

When I'm a bit further into a story I'll have a better idea of where things will go and have a handful of scenes I know have to happen so I just have to decide how best to get from point A to point B. I think this works for me because I don't feel stuck in an outline like this and can let certain side plots develop and resolve naturally so long as I am generally moving towards my main goal.

Now this is obviously a very loose, messy way to plan a story that probably doesn't work for most people. I have to be careful when editing to catch plot holes or double check facts/details but that's just part of the process for me too. I've done a lot of reading, writing, and studying of literature to the point that I have internalized a lot of the rules of how stories work/how they should be structured so I don't need to be quite as reliant on outlines a others might be.

This is probably not super helpful if you're looking for tips on planning out a story (and it definitely is a bit rambling) but that's how I do it.

Thanks for the ask!

[whyareyouhere66]

Alright, here’s the request- I did it as headcannons with some short writing in it. 

I haven’t been very active but I want to start again, as well as start writing again, so we’ll start slowly (just cause I know consistency won’t come easy sorry yall)

But here it is- Mike Faist x ftm!teen!reader, found family trope

(Possibly ooc because I didn’t go back to watch Mike Faist again like I did last time. This was written with limited knowledge guys. Unedited.)

x

I don’t need to mention how you guys met, as that’s fairly self explanatory.

You joined theatre as it was one of the places you felt most comfortable- you actually felt like you had a place, and hey you were good at it.

Mike was one of the first that you became friends with, a bit older than you but you both got along quite well no matter. He reminds you of a big brother. 

You’re at his house a fair amount, mainly after/before rehearsals or meetings. You’ve sort of become accustomed to the place, so when new people come over and Mike is busy with something else you lead them anywhere.

He keeps your favorite soda/drink in the fridge 

For sure the type to ruffle your hair, maybe call you a nickname, anything. Especially if you’re shorter than him. 

-

It’s coming close to 15 minutes before the two of you have to be out the door. The worn fabric of the couch, however, calls to you- your back sinking further into the back of the couch. 

In one hand, a cup of (f/d) is settled loosely between your fingers, phone in hand as you slouch and scroll through it. In the other room, you can hear Mike matching about. 

“You almost ready, n/n?” He asks- and you glance towards his room where his figure passes in front of the doorway.

“Yeah- waiting on you, Mike.”

You don’t acknowledge the subtle laugh that leaves him, just as he finally comes out into the living room.

“Come on, let’s go bud.” He says passively, on the way past you his hand finding your scalp just to ruffle up the choppy bangs that now fall messily on your head. 

“Miiiikeee-“ you groan, tossing your head back just as he’s heading for the door- a large grin on his turned face.

“Don’t wanna be late, do we now?” He asks, opening the door for you to follow.

-

He’s always the first person you look for when you get to rehearsal, as well

Closer to the beginning of rehearsals, the cast just starting to really warm up, you had always found a good corner to tuck yourself into when changing in the dressing rooms, or found a stall to get changed in. 

(This is assuming you’re wearing a binder) you found ways to sort of curl into the wall and hide behind your clothes when you changed into them-  Mike only noticed a few times, deciding not to ask.

You opened up to him after a couple weeks, after you two had become closer. He was very understanding- quickly offering any support for what you needed.

He didn’t have much knowledge about the trans community prior, but he was very open to you, smiling when you told him.

Gives you rides home when you can’t walk

You guys make faces at each other from across the wings or sometimes across the set, whenever there’s a spare moment and you happen to make eye contact

-

You feel the outline of sweat in the valley of your armpit- god you’re hot. It’s been two hours of choreography, jumping about and clapping your hands as the track to “carrying the banner” rang through the theatre over and over.

Walking over to your water bottle, mouth open to even your breathing, you untwist the cap and pour the water down your throat. 

“Doing a lot out there, huh?” 

You don’t have to turn to know it’s Mike, his also sweaty presence appearing next to you and he grabs a water bottle of his own. You just nod and grunt into the mouth of your water bottle, not stopping the flow down your throat.

He also reaches for his water, swallowing as much as he can before the director brings back the group. You decide to not think about that yet- or the hours of rehearsal left to go.

With a grunt, Mike sets down his water bottle again- dribbles of water left on his chin. “C’mon, let’s go.”

You huff out a response, getting one last sip before dropping the water bottle back down, next to his. He doesn’t leave without you. You can barely even turn around before he’s wiping some of his water off his hand into your arm. You just click your tongue and wriggle your arm away from his hand.

-

you’re one of the youngest in the cast as well, with one of the smaller roles in the play

He offers to help you run your liens, but you don’t really need it- so you help him run his jnstead. 

You do sometimes ask him for math help though. But he doesn’t do much helping- just sort of stares at the question. 

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Man I don’t even know.”

“High school’s ass- glad I’m not doing that shit anymore.”

“Thanks, Mike.”

Heyyy, Can you make a platonic mike faist x ftm reader where they are in newsies together and its just about their friendship. (15-16 reader, sorta like a found family fic please. There is no fics like this out there i have looked T-T)

Answering this now so you know I saw it- I’d love to! It’ll be a few days likely as I’m fairly busy but I’ll reblog this post when it’s out.