#i just needed to draw creatures. okay. i love me a good creature. you can tell i've been into funger and dunmeshi recently.

[avephelis]

we are locking into BEAST MODE to unleash our SUPER MONSTER BLAST chip

[theobsessivesideblog]

Trust Issues

An anxious Astarion falls back into old patterns of behavior.

Warnings: vague mentions of Astarion's past but seriously the rest of it is just fluff, this boy deserves someone who treats him well

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He loves you. Of that much he’s certain now, despite the mental battle he waged to get to this point. And you love him. He believes it even though the voice in the back of his mind tells him that he could never be worthy of a creature like you, all goodness and light in direct contrast to his tortured darkness. 

But old habits die hard. A minor disagreement earlier in the day (truly it was nothing, a mere gentle dissuasion away from his more violent tendencies) has him wound tight, worry clawing at his throat as you both retire to your tent for the evening. Surely now you’ll realize, now you’ll see the truth of him and you’ll run, leaving him behind like the monster he is. 

He can feel his mindset shift, falling into old routines as he turns up the charm to seduce his way back into your good graces. He knows how to wield his body as a weapon, has used it countless times for his, and his master’s, benefit. If he makes you need him then you can’t leave him, and he intends to make you very needy tonight. 

“You were magnificent today” he whispers into your ear, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You chuckle lightly and lean into him, closing your eyes as he begins gently kissing the sensitive hollow beneath your ear that has you arching further into his embrace. 

“You flatter me,” you hum. “I’m still not sure why everyone has decided to act like I know what I’m doing. I never planned on being a leader.”

“And yet you do it so flawlessly,” Astarion purrs, gently kissing his way to your shoulder.

You twist in his hold, your breath catching as you see the look in his eyes that he’s praying you interpret as hunger and not helpless desperation.

He takes advantage of your distraction to pull you against him, lips claiming yours in a feverish dance that takes your breath away as you wind your hands into his hair, clinging to him as if he’s something worth having. 

His hands shift suddenly, grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifting you as he lowers you both to your knees. His hands drift up, pulling your shirt from where it’s tucked into your pants and caressing his way across your stomach to your ribs, teasing the edge of your bra. 

“I…” you take a sharp inhale, pulling yourself away from his searching mouth. “Astarion, stop.”

He freezes immediately, eyes instantly searching for an injury, for anything he may have done wrong 

“Are you okay, my love? Did I hurt you?”

“Of course not, I just…” your fingers flit across his cheek, searching for answers to questions you’re afraid to ask. “You don’t seem like yourself. Are you alright?” He hesitates for a split second and your brow furrows, latching on to his lie before he can even tell it. “Tell me. Please?” 

Your request is so earnest, so loving, that he has to pause for a moment to regain a hold of his emotions. If Cazador could see him now… the thought snaps him back to the present. He’s been a fool. You would never treat him like that, use him like that. 

“… I’m sorry” he breathes. “You’re right. Of course you’re right. I… I lost control today, and I was afraid that you… that you might not...”

“I told you it was nothing to worry about, love. You were just—”

“Just being myself,” he interjects, dropping his head. “Just being quick to judge, to assume the worst, to—”

“Stop that,” you frown, nudging his chin up to draw his eyes back to yours. “You know I couldn’t do this without you, any of it. What you thought of me when we met, that I was naive and overly trusting and gullible…” At that Astarion chuckles, you’ve really only proven his first impression right, though at least now he finds it endearing rather than frustrating. “You weren’t wrong. You don’t realize how much I rely on your judgment, how much I need your help to keep us all safe.”

His eyes close as he presses his forehead to yours.

“You’re too kind to me,” he whispers. “No one has ever… I don’t understand how you can just…” he sighs, shoulders sagging as the facade crumbles and his hands come to rest in yours, holding them as if he’s afraid he’ll get lost if he lets them go. “It was wrong of me to try to manipulate you like that,” he murmurs, releasing a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.” You press a soft kiss to his cheek and duck your head, gently nuzzling your face into his neck. He feels you frown against him, a touch of cold alerting him to a teardrop falling onto his skin. “No, pet, please don’t cry, I—”

You lift your head suddenly, gaze piercing into him with an intensity he hadn’t expected.

“I need you to trust me, Astarion.” 

His brow furrows in confusion. 

“I do, my sweet,” he replies, letting out a wry chuckle before adding “despite the recent evidence to the contrary.”

Your gaze softens as you grin at him, brushing a stray curl off his forehead before bringing your hand to rest on his cheek.

“Then trust me to love you.Trust that you don’t need to earn that or convince me of anything more. I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Astarion’s eyes drift closed as a weight he didn’t realize he was carrying slips off his shoulders. He leans forward and captures your lips with his, tender and unhurried as you relax against him. 

“Have I told you recently how much I adore you, darling?” he asks, tilting his head to slowly kiss his way to your jaw.

“Hmm…” Your eyes twinkle as you pull an exaggerated thinking face. “I’m sure you have but it’s been such a long day, I just can’t seem to remember…”

“Cheeky little pup,” he chuckles, gently nipping at your neck. You giggle as you pull him back to your mouth, smiling against his lips. 

“Maybe you should jog my memory?” 

“Oh, believe me,” he smirks, “I plan to.”

[satorusugurugurl]

Quiet

Summary: When the population declines after alien monsters that are drawn to sound plague the world, you and your boyfriend must participated in the mandated breeding program; quietly of course.

Pairing: Geto Suguru x AFAB!Reader

Warning: language, breeding, mandated breeding, quiet sex, praise kink, unprotected sex, cream pies,

Word Count: 1K

A/N: Kinktober day Twenty-Seven: A Quiet Place! Thinking about Suguru breathing heavily against the readers lips as they slowly and very quietly make love gives me the chills and makes me hot at the same time.

One year, twelve months, three hundred-sixty-five days, and eight-thousand-seven-hundred and six hours have passed since the monsters, the aliens invaded.

They were terribly disastrous creatures. It was using sound to hunt and exterminate anyone and anything that made a sound. So many of your friends, loved ones, and friends, and it wasn't just you. The planet faced a heavy loss of life.

Which is how the mandated breeding program came to be. All couples were encouraged to reproduce and continue human life. Something you all knew was for the best, but fuck, it was so fucking hard.

“Should we really be doing this?” you whispered as Suguru adjusted the pillows on the floor mattress. “This is a bad idea.”

Your boyfriend turned to look at you over his shoulder. “Do you not want to anymore?” his voice was so soft as he turned to face you. “We can hold off if you want.”

“N-No, I mean I’m—it’s just, I'm too loud.” You hesitantly admitted, rubbing at your neck with a sigh.

“Oh, baby.” Suguru grabbed your hand. “It’s okay. I’ll keep you quiet.”

“You promise?”

“Of course.” You sank onto the mattress with him. Grinning as he reached out, cupping your cheek with his hand. “I would never let anything bad happen to you.”

You knew that was true; he would protect you no matter what. Suguru had proved that on several different occasions. What you were concerned about was the fact that he fucked you so good you were always screaming, which could be the death of you in this day and time. But the way he gently helped your face, thumb brushing over your cheeks, there wasn't a doubt in your mind that he would protect you if needed.

“Okay—let’s do it.”

Those four words had led you to this predicament you found yourself in.

You covered both your hands over your mouth, whimpering as Suguru’s cock slowly pushed inside of you. You cried out, eyes rolling back as he pushed further inside of you, pushing until his hips were flush against yours. You were shaking, covering your mouth as hard as you could, while Suguru covered his mouth with one of his hands.l, his dark brows furrowing as he stared down at your flushed face.

You whined as he began pumping slowly in and out of you. The sheets shifted under the movement. It was slow and sweet but still carried his desperation with each drag of his velvety cock inside of you. Suguru sighed into his hand, violet eyes rolling back as he gripped your hip tightly with his other hand as he found a pace.

You wanted to pull him down to kiss him, scream his name, beg for more. But you couldn't. This new world has changed the way you make love. But just because you couldn't scream or beg. That didn't mean the sex was terrible.

It was the opposite.

Having sex with Suguru while trying to stay quiet in order to stay safe gave you a certain adrenaline rush. There was a rush when he would push into you, drawing out muffled moans from you before he repeated the same action over and over again. Pushing his cock right up against your cervix before he angled it to rub over your spongy spot with each thrust.

He kept thrusting into you, and you pulled your hands away from your mouth to wrap around his shoulder as he dropped his hand to the bedding underneath you, fisting it as he slammed into your pussy with a force that would make anyone scream.

But you didn't scream.

Because Suguru panted softly against your lips, his eyes burning holes into your soul. “Shh,” he whispered as you dug your nails into his skin, leaving imprints of crescent moons in your wake. “Shh, I got you, Princess.” His breath was hot against your lips, the tone guttural and dripping with lust and need. “Shh.” His lips were so soft against yours as he kissed you.

“Mmm~” you breathe out against his lip.

“So good, such a good girl for me.” He praised as he pressed a harder kiss to your lips. “Such a good, good partner, and you're going to be a fantastic mother. His voice was so quiet you could barely hear it, but it was enough to get your heart slamming and your pussy clenching.

With that statement, he slams into you with all his strength. “Unnnf!” You moan against his lips. He’s so much stronger than you making his thrusts just as strong as he fucks you senselessly. “M-mm,”

“Are ya close?” he whispered in your ear, his cock sliding faster in and out of your throbbing pussy. As soon as you nod, he’s kissing you again, his thumb finding your clit with precise ease.

“Mm!!”

“Nngh!” he cries out softly as he pounds into you, sending you over the edge.

You wanted to scream his name, but his mouth attached to yours, swallowing your moans. Your body convulses as you arch off the bed in ecstasy, your walls clamping down on him as your orgasm slams into you. He keeps fucking you hard, milking you through your orgasm. Your body trembles through the aftershocks of the orgasm, and Suguru growling deeply in your ear, his cock swelling inside of you.

“Mmm, love you.” is the only thing Suguru says against you. Kiss swollen lips as he cums; he pushes deep inside of you, his cum filling your pussy, and he slowly thrusts, pushing it further in until he's confident his cum is all of the way inside of you. It's only when he's certain or that when he lets out a soft-throated growl, his cock twitching inside of you

The sounds of your soft panting against his lips have him grinning as he squeezes your ass since slapping it was out of the question. You don't say much as he rolls you onto your side, facing him and giving you both a much better view of his face as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, his twitching cough coming back to life inside of you.

“I love you.” Suguru sighs against your lips before pressing soft kisses against your cheek. “But would you call me needy if I told you I want you again?” His voice vibrates over your skin as he wraps his arm around your back, pressing you firmly against him.

“I love you too, " you whisper back, hooking your leg on his hip and bringing him closer to you. “And not at all, because I always need you.”

He chuckled roughly before setting a quicker pace than before, one that has you both kissing each other to stoffle your moans. Fuck you loved him so much and despite the state of the world. Where everything changed in the blink of an eye, one thing was still as clear as day, as bright as the sun. Your love for Geto Suguru was pure and true. He made a quiet place feel special.

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@candy-s72

[dimalry]

Second you in loving depressed, dark circle, chronic insomniac Azriel with demonic possession undertones. I feel like often he’s portrayed as very soft uwu baby or dark daddy dom when really he’s a workaholic grouchy introvert with a fucked up sleep schedule.

Do you think he has any connections to Hel in the larger Maasverse? I’ve had a theory for a while that he’s a descendant of one of the princes which would explain how he ended up with Truth-Teller.

Anyway, just want you to know that I picture your version of both Az and Gwyn when I write in canon, so thanks for the inspo!

Yes, absolutely! Though I’ve never thought of what kind of connection Azriel might have to Hel until now. Your ask got me to think…

What if Shadowsingers, rare as they are, were actually created by one of the Princes of Hel? I wish Truth-Teller wasn’t Gwydion’s twin, but rather a long-forgotten weapon once wielded by a long-dead Prince of Hel. Azriel could have discovered it eons later, feeling a strange connection to it, as it was the very weapon responsible for birthing his kind.

(Excuse my poor attempt at drawing shadow- soldiers/beasts. This is basically what I had in mind. This too)

Let’s say Shadowsingers were once a single shadow entity. But over time they split, with shadows becoming just one part of a person rather than their whole form.

A good number of them remain in Hel, but they've transformed into strange, nasty creatures. In Prythian, there are hardly any left, and Azriel may be the last. There are a few in Throne of Glass and Crescent City worlds, but they differ from Azriel.

It is very difficult to find any information about Shadowsingers. No one knows where they come from or how they came to be.

Who gave them the title 'Shadowsinger' anyway? What if it was simply a fitting name given by a mad scholar who first encountered someone with dark, shadow powers? What if these soldiers originally had a different name, given to them by the long-dead Prince of Hel?

And let’s give Shadowsingers the ability to shapeshift. I’ve always found it strange that Azriel is considered the best spymaster in the world, yet everyone knows he’s the Night Court's spymaster, which defeats the whole purpose of being a spy. It’s like imagining a Russian spy working in an American office, and everyone there knows he's a Russian spy. (Lol)

But what if Azriel could change his identity through his shadows? That would truly make him the best spymaster. He wouldn’t need to go through the trouble of creating fake identities; he could simply turn himself into one of Beron’s personal guards. People might know who the Night Court’s spymaster is, but they’d never know when or who he’s pretending to be. Additionally, he could winnow through his shadows instead of using the typical method. By commanding his shadows, he could transport himself anywhere, making him even more powerful than Rhys in terms of winnowing. He wouldn’t need to pause for breath like Rhys; he could take 10 people with him effortlessly.

Connect that to the shadow soldiers from Hel. They used to transform into whatever they liked (like this) and winnow with ease, which is why the war went on for like forever. The prince’s army was incredibly difficult to take down.

Shadowsingers still speak the language of Hel to this day. Azriel uses it to communicate with his shadows, and only Shadowsingers can understand this language—no one else. They don’t even have to learn it.

Okay, wait—can we consider that the winning side was the mother, leading her own army? That Gwydion was wielded against the Prince of Hel? Thus, the Maas universe was forged from the remnants of that eternal war ages ago.

And while Gwyn isn’t related to the sword like Azriel is to the dagger, nor to the soldiers who fought for the mother, as a priestess who worships her, she does have that little connection.

It would be quite amusing for the Fates to pair a descendant of those Hel creatures with a priestess who worships the Mother as mates.

Good god, I somehow pulled this out of my ass. Now I have to incorporate that idea into my story cause it‘s kind of awesome.

Anyway, I’d Iove to read your fic. It makes me happy to know that people use my art as inspiration 🥹

thank you for the ask! Have a lovely day 💕

[burn-before-reading]

blue is the colour of your eyes

joost klein x artist! reader

The overwhelming need to paint him. just fluff and rambling and being a nervous mess.

now has a prequel! read here

word count: 2.3k

a/n: supposed to be short blurb but it got away from me soooo anyway i haven’t tried to write anything in a hot second but Joost is inspiringggg so enjoy. Definitely wanna come back to this idea later possibly who knows. i don’t proofread anything btw so good luck

warnings: none except awkwardness, google translate Dutch, and a titanic reference.

RPF BELOW. PLEASE SKIP IF UNCOMFORTABLE. DONT REPOST TO OTHER SOCIAL MEDIAS OKAY PLS AND THANK YOU

You can’t seem to stop staring at him today. Two hours of putting pencil to paper trying to come up with literally ANY other idea and now your left with a pages full of Joost doodles.

He, of course, has no clue. drawing on his ipad on the other side of the couch. a movie playing in the background as the two of your got engrossed in your own work. who knows what he was doodling.

You were supposed to be brainstorming ideas for a painting for a group show coming up. The theme was vague and open ended. Love, in every sense of the word. Platonic, romantic, the secret third kind you didn’t even wanna think about right now.

You shouldn’t be thinking about Love and staring at Joost. You two were friends. He just sees you as a friend. Purely platonic.

Turning the next page over you give yourself a fresh start and start working on a couple thumbnails for possible paintings. You start scribbling a figure in the center. moving quickly to the background you add scribbles of flowers and leaves. making a short list to the side of plants to study later: Daisies, Sage, tulips.

Satisfied enough with the first thumbnail you scribble a few more in different poses. hands folded in their lap, resting on a table, holding a cigarette….wait.

you go back to the last sketch and notice you added a bit more details than intended. chunky glasses and a sharp haircut. you look back up at your accidental muse. He is still engrossed in his own art, but you manage to catch his eye after a minute when he looks up from his work.

his eyes pierced into your soul in that moment and the painting flew together in your head. Splashes of yellow and orange contrasting with the green of the plants. And his eyes. bright blue.

Why are his eyes so blue…

“you good?” he asks.

you dont know how long you were staring at him before you submitted to your own subconscious desires. Pencil tapping repeatedly on your sketchbook you muster up the courage to ask,

“can I paint you?”

his mouth gaped open slightly as that wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. He straightens his posture and shifts slightly in his seat.

“like… now?”

“No not now.. I just keep getting stuck on this idea and,, can i?” you gesture to the space next to him and he shimmies over slightly to give you permission to move closer. Now sitting next to him, you lean your book over for him to see.

“I just keep thinking about this idea of someone in a boquet of flowers, or just surrounded by flowers, and I want it to feel warm. I would be looking off to the side, or maybe smoking, i don’t know yet, but around you I imagined some Tulips and maybe sage to contrast your hair and..” you stopped as you felt yourself rambling and you look up. Bright blue staring back at you, full attention, hanging on your every word.

Comforting, yet still intimidating. You feel yourself want to shrink back into your half of the couch. explaining your ideas and baring your soul to this creature next to you that stole your attention and won’t give it back. This Fae that you gave your name to and now your theirs. At his beck and call at 9am when he texts you to hang out all of a sudden, so you cancel your own plans. Fae with bright blue eyes. stupid blue eyes.

what shade of blue are they?

his face looked interested, but still confused and hesitant, so you start to backtrack.

“You don’t have to agree, it was just an idea I had..” your pencil nervously taps the edge of your paper again and you look down and away from his face.

tap tap tap tap tap tap

Joost grabs your hand to stop your nervous tick and you glance back at him.

“No i want to, but… do i have to be naked?” his question breaks the tension and you burst out laughing.

“No. what? No! why would you think that?” you ask. he laughs as well.

“Ive seen your other studies of people, I didn’t know if this was gonna be like that one scene in titanic or,”

“Titanic? no no, I just want it to be you. We can agree on an outfit later if you are down for it but I just want you to feel like yourself.” he smiled and from this close you could see and the beautiful little details of his face. crows feet, dimples, each individual eyelash. His perfect blue eyes.

———

the next week you met up again, but this time you had arranged your studio up so you could sketch and photograph your model as needed. You had gathered your other needed models, a bouquet or two of flowers you had spent the last few days over analysing and studying. pages and pages of flower studies to make sure you had all the right angles needed when it came to the final painting. This next step you were slightly dreading.

It much easier to draw something when its not starting straight back at you.

Joost showed up later that day wearing a white button up short sleeve shirt, a black tie, and his usual chunky frames. his hair not as neat as it usually was but styled to suit the overgrown mullet look he had been sporting lately. Yellow roots growing in. He had badgered you all week about what he needed to wear and even though you said you trusted his fashion choices to pick a suitable outfit he insisted on a guideline. So you gave him one.

“Well people usually get flowers on a date, right? so i dunno, what would you wear on a date?”

“ Have you gotten flowers on a date before?”

“well… no, but typically thats a thing sometimes. it seems nice.”

“… Is this a date?”

“…its a collaboration.”

You guided him over to the corner you had set up as the make shift backdrop for him to model in. An old love chair you thrifted years ago sitting on rolled out black paper for the backdrop. some flowers in a pile of the floor for you to mess with later.

He sits down on the chair as you gather your needed materials to sketch. larger pieces of paper, charcoal and an assortment of graphite, watercolour paints, and your camera for when he can’t sit still any longer.

“okay i think im all set. lemme know whenever you’re comfortable and we can start okay?”

“okay.. do I just stare at you or..” he fidgets with a ring on his finger.

“find something to focus on right behind me. and just try to sit naturally. I just want you to pose in a way that feels naturally.” you state and pick up a piece of charcoal and bring it up to the easel.

Posing came a little naturally to Joost. He had done plenty of photoshoots before but he felt 100% more nervous about this one. It was more personal, more intimate. He had never really watched you work before, fully in your element, and it was so fascinating to him. yet… boring. He wondered how rich people in the past could stand for so long to get their portrait done, it had been two minutes and he was dying of boredom. His only entertainment was stealing glances at you and the faint music in the background.

“Can I talk?” he asked, careful not to move he head as he glanced at you. he saw you nod in his peripheral vision.

“Yea that should be okay, Ill let you know if i need you to stop for a second.”

“So… do you have people model for you usually?”

“No not really. most times I paint from life outside or just have to look for references online. Ive drawn friends before, but never for a bug painting. This one needed to be more personal tho.”

“more personal? How-“

“Wait can you turn back?” He had moved his head towards you fully with that last question. throwing off the perfect angle you had for his hair. “Sorry I’ll answer in a second just tilt your head a little..” you gesture with your hands and he tries to go back into position, but its not the same. He is still looking at you, that perfect shade of blue haunting you, staring you down. you look at the first sketch you had and now it just feels boring. “Maybe lets try a different pose.” the pencil tapping starts again as you think.

“Sorry, did I mess it up?” he looks away from you and runs in hand through his hair, giving it a new look. It urks you how much can change in a person with just one moment. With one turn it feels like an entirely new image.

“You’re fine, I just want something more interesting. Maybe if your hands were… can I?” He nods and you walk over to analyse his pose at a closer distance. Wiping your hands on your pants to eliminate any charcoal and sweat, you carefully pose his arms to rest on the armrests. You step back, to view your work.

“You were saying, what is this for again?” he asks. You are too engrossed in your project at this point to feel embarrassed talking about it.

“A group show between me and some old college friends. Ive been struggling on something to pick for the theme and it finally came to me the other day.” You fidgit with his left arm, deciding if it should be resting under his chin or falling from the armrest into his lap. “I just want this to be perfect..”

“Whats the theme?” You look at his and feel your face grow a little hot with what the answer is.

“uhh,, flowers! thats what we’re missing!” you avoid the question by running to grab one the fresh boquetes you bought this morning.

“I think maybe if you just hold these then you can-“ you foots catches on a pencil that had fallen, sending you crashing down and into Joosts lap in the chair, where he catches your arms to help you regain balance.

“are you okay?” You are growing more frustrated by the second and you don’t want to look up at him.

“yea, fine. Just gimmie a second.” Your eyes stay down at his lap where the bouquet now laid in a shaken mess of petals and leaves. still usuable, but not your perfect vision like you wanted.

“Maybe you should take a break for a second?” he insists and stands up the switch places so now you sit in the chair, and he is hovering above you. “You are getting really worked up over this, are you okay?”

“yea yea, im fine.” you take a deep breath to try and regain yourself. Looking up, the blue is now inches from your face as he stares are you with worry. For some reason, in this moment, you just feel like bursting. “Its your eyes. I can’t focus with em.”

“what?”

“You’re always so distracting, you know that?”

“If im so distracting then why ask me to model?”

“Its just for the theme. Like i said it came to me the other day and i can’t let it go now.”

“ what can’t you let go?”

“I think I might be falling in love-“ you stop yourself as the words fall out, but the confession is already spoken. Your eyes fall to your lap as you can’t bare to look at him in the moment.

“Lieverd…” he bring a hand up to delicately grab your cheek and tilt your head up so you look at him again. With the two of you staring again you glance between his eyes and his mouth, and he seems to understand. “can I?” he asks and you rise out of the seat to meet him halfway.

Lips meeting and moving together as you bring one hand to his hair and the other grabbing at his shirt collar to bring him closer. His free hand pulls your waist in as your lips move in sync, each of you waiting for the other to break the moment.

You pull away first and are immediately met with your foe, blue staring you down but now feel softer. You pull your hands away slightly and wince at the damage you had done.

“Shit! Your shirt!” His looks to see smudges of charcoal staining the collar from where you grabbed it. He laughs and just shrugs.

“I kinda like it.” he replies and leans back in to kiss you again. You kiss back and lean into it before breaking again.

“As fun as this is, ai do really want to finish the sketch.” Joost laughs and nods, giving you space to get up and he sits down once again.

“Can I take you on a date after this?” he asks.

“mmm maybe,” you tease,” Ive never dated one of my models before.” you pick up the charcoal one more time and put a new piece of paper on your easel.

“Im more than just a model, right? Im your muse.” he smirks and gets into a dramatic pose that he is surely going to complain about holding for more than a minute. “Now, Lieverd, Teken mij als een van jouw Franse meisjes.”

You two did not get much more work done that day.

[stubz]

Tuk didn't like this. She didn't like having to carry the tank and mask, didn't like being on the ship, and certainly didn't like this coal-ition.

But they could help Mom and Dad get rid of the RDA and they were healing Neteyam so she was trying not to whine. Well not too much.

It made her feel a little better that Loak and Kiri didn't like this place either. Spider was still deciding.

Right now they on a tour of the ship, their guide looked like a fluffy Prolemuris, or as Dad called them, a monkey. It was boring.

Only the others found it cool and that's cause Spider can breathe and all the new creatures they saw and the science thingy's.

So when Tuk heard the sound of kids laughing around the corner she followed it.

Down a large hallway she saw a giant door with a huge sign that said something care something. She wasn't really paying attention when Dad and uncle Norm tried teaching her how to read.

Looking back and seeing that the others were too busy to stop her she walked in.

Inside was a giant room filled with kids, tables, stuff, more stuff and toys.

"Hi, are you new here?" she looked down and saw another creature that looked like their guide, a tiny fluffy monkey thing.

"Uhh yeah. What is this place?"

"This is the youngling centre. It's where we stay until our parents can take us home. I'm Marl."

"Tuk."

"...what are you?"

"Huh?"

"What are you? I've never seen anyone so tall, or blue."

"Uh a Na'vi. ..what are you?"

"I'm a Ursa." for a moment they stared at each other. As most children do when seeing something/someone new.

"Put your foot in for freeze tag!"

"Ooo freeze tag! Come on lets go play!"

"What's freeze tag?"

"It's a new game we just learned. Its easy." The little Ursa grabbed Tuk's tail using it as a leash to pull her along.

.

Freeze tag was Tuk's new favorite game. She loved running and there was lots of running and even if she got caught she could get out if someone unfreezed her.

The books were also fun. Marl read to her and let her hold the book. She liked the one's by Robert Munch, she also liked his funny name.

There were lots of other things to do too. There was a climbing area with fake tree tops and lots of ropes to swing on. In the back there was a shallow pool to swim in, it was fun but she didn't like having to dry off with the scratchy towels.

There were was blocks that stuck together which made building easier. Tons of markers, crayons, and paint that was hard to get back at home. They even got lunch.

"Okay kids you know the rules, grab a plate a drink and find a spot to sit."

"Teacher Max we need a chair for Tuk!"

"One chair coming right up...wait who?"

"Tuk. She's new."

It was at this moment Tuk realized she hadn't noticed the two adults in charge here. And it was at this moment that said adults realized they had one more child than usual.

"Oh hey, nice to meet you. Tuk was it," she nodded. "I'm Max and that's Kim. We're the teachers here."

Of all the new creatures and beings Tuk's seen so far it was only now that she was nervous. Humans had that effect on her. Not all humans, Spider definitely never made her nervous, but new ones did.

She knew her Dad used to be one, loved and liked uncle Norm and all the human scientists her family knew. But ever since what happened to Neteyam and their home, both the old one and new one, she was a little nervous.

"Do you like it here so far?" Luckily for her Max had noticed her nerves and knelt down to give her the advantage of height and to look her in the eyes.

She nodded.

"Well that's good. What do you like so far?"

"...the games...and drawing stuff and the food, it's good." he laughed.

"Well thank you, it's a family recipe. And I'm sure Kim will be happy to hear that you like the games she's taught the kids."

With that he gave her a chair and left her to finish her meal with Marl.

..

"Hi Tuk, I'm Kim."

"...hi."

"I noticed that your really tall. How old are you? 20?"

"No? I'm only 7." she smiled.

"What?? No way. You're almost as tall as me!"

"Actually Teacher, I think she's taller than you."

"No!"

"Tuk Tuk, stand up! Let's see!"

She got up and true enough she was taller than the adult by 2 inches.

"Holy...I didn't actually think you'd be taller than me." Kim had seen tall kids before but never had she met a kid taller than her this young.

The children laughed cheering that finally someone was taller than their shortest teacher. Tuk couldn't help but join in, standing on her tippy toes to make her even taller.

"Okay, okay that's enough. Calm down. Now, Tuk, since your so tall do you think you could help me with something?" Tuk hesitated but nodded.

Kim lead her to a tall bookshelf that had a doll stuck ontop of it.

"This has been stuck there for the whole day and we can't get it since the bookshelf can't be climbed and the ladder is broken. So what I'm thinking is you get on my shoulders and grab it. Sound good?"

"I get on your shoulders?"

"You don't have to if your scared of heights, I can ask one of the other kids or just wait."

"I'm not scared of heights," she pouted. "I just don't think you can carry me. I'm big and your small."

"Oh really?" and before Tuk could say anything she was tossed over Kim's shoulder.

"Still think I'm too small!" the blue child shrieked with laughter until she was put down and together the two got the doll down.

...

"What do you think the emergency is about?"

"Maybe Smelv burnt dinner again."

"Nah I don't think so. Captain look a little too tense for a simple fire alarm."

"So I called all of you here because we have a missing child. She was last seen on a tour of the ship with her siblings. Her name is Tuk and she is a Na'vi; tall, tail, blue, bi-pedal." he brings up a hologram of her from the security footage.

"...JAMES CAMERON WAS RIGHT?!"

"...shit I knew we weren't expecting another kid."

....

"Dad! Dad! Can I go to school here?"

"Your grounded. As are all of you." he added looking at his older kids. Plus Spider.

"Aww, Kim, Max, can I go to school here?"

"...uh Tuk, I think that's a question for another day..." preferably when your mom isn't about to bite my head off thought Kim.

"Yeah definitely. Definitely not the best time right now." Max was sweating bullets trying not make eye-contact with the Captain who was very not subtlety growling at him.

'We fucked up.' they both thought.

[addisonnie]

hinge and uhaul

summary: college!au. when all else fails…one must look for love on hinge!

an: hi! back from hiatus and of course it would be for a clump of pixels because i am down astronomically bad! this is the first part of a possible series! so let me know if a part 2 is warranted.

warnings: cursing, reader has 0 rizz shes literally a mess, reader also rambles and lots of this is just her inner dialogue because why not. also not very edited and possible tense shifts because im the worst!

part 2 ———————————

Tinder is a soul-sucking vortex. 

A nightmarish flurry of shirtless mirror selfies, conservatives, and men that look like they’d hit on your mom after walking you to the door. Switching your profile settings from ‘men’ to ‘everyone’ seemed like the best option; It wasn’t. The best option would’ve been to delete your account and light your phone on fire after receiving the fourth “you send?” message in a row.

Hinge is a smaller soul-sucking vortex. At least you can deny their comments before you embarrass yourself by matching with a douche like that. Your account is set to ‘show me everyone’ and you can only hope that ‘everyone’ includes at least some good ones. Swiping and clicking on dating apps seems to be more of a game than it is actual match-making, a time-passer of sorts. 

Your roommate, Dina, huffs loudly from her lofted bed across the room, “would you get your sorry ass off of that app? It’s sad listening to you moan and groan about all the losers!”

You roll your eyes, “my soulmate could be the next person!”

No. No. No, again. Oooh…yes? 

You swipe through the girl’s page before deciding not to match with her, because who’s Hinge bio states that they’re still in love with their ex? Dina cheers while you huff and slam your phone onto your desk, spinning idly in your chair. The television on top of Dina’s purple mini fridge is playing a random episode of Bob’s Burgers and, for a moment, you forget about your ever-growing dating app addiction.

It’s not that you’re addicted per say. You just spend most of your downtime sitting in your bed and judging people’s profiles, when yours surely isn’t up to par either. Hey, at least you don’t have a picture of you holding a fish.

The rhythmic buzz of your phone quickly draws your eyes away from the cartoon on screen, your hand dramatically reaching for your phone.

Hinge: Ellie liked you! Tap to see the comment she left.

Ellie. That’s a cute name…fairly normal too! Surely she didn’t leave some weirdo comment about how your hair looks like it smells good. Your fingers fumble to tap on the notification and you feel a blush rising to your cheeks as you click on Ellie’s like.

She left her comment under a picture of you taken at a local museum. A big cheesy grin is painted across your face and there’s skeletal remains of some random dinosaur behind you, Dina is crouched under the jaw of the creature pretending to scream while she gets eaten. Hopefully this isn’t one of those situations where Ellie asks ‘if your friend is single.’

Nope. She left a simple comment. I love dinosaurs!!!

You smile as you quickly click on Ellie’s profile to see her. There are a couple pictures of her, and good god is she hot. Flushed, you quickly match with her.

But what do you say? This is life or death. You need this woman. 

Hey!

You’re hot

Do you want to have vicious lesbian sex with me?

Okay. Jesus, you are not good at this. While you mull over the keyboard attempting to decide what to say to the ever-attractive Ellie, another message comes in.

Hey, pretty girl!

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Your fingers are fumbling over the keyboard, your heart is beating, you’re planning you and Ellie’s wedding. You wonder if she likes lace or prefers the classic look?

Hey! What’s up?

Nothing really. Just playing some guitar!

Guitar? She just gets hotter. Did she also save puppies from a burning building? You wonder if she would want roses at the wedding. Hopefully not, too basic.

Ooooh guitar you say? Whatcha playing?

It’s a few moments before she responds and you’re biting the nail on your thumb awaiting her reply.

Whatever your favorite song is.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you smile and rest your head in your hand. 

Why don’t I tell you that over dinner?

It takes Ellie a few minutes to respond this time and you’re sure you’ve managed to scare her off at the mention of an actual date. Her reply comes just as you go to turn your phone off,

How about you give me your number and we can talk more about this date?

————

Giving your number to Ellie was perhaps the best decision made in your life thus far. She constantly sends text messages of whatever she’s doing, wearing, eating, or strumming on her guitar. It’s been about a week since you first exchanged information and you’re slightly worried that Ellie no longer wishes to go out on a date. You’ve tried to ‘accidentally’ bump into her on campus multiple times, but she manages to just barely slip away each time. 

You’re sitting at your desk attempting to finish an essay when your phone rings in your lap. Ellie’s contact appears lit up on the screen and you just about scream when you grasp the phone between your fingers.

“Hello?” You’re already blushing.

“Hey, you! What’re you up to?” Ellie’s voice is loud into the microphone and you can make out multiple different voices on her end of the line.

“Nothing important,” you close your computer quickly, “why, what’s up?”

She takes a moment to answer as you hear her yell something to whoever else is in the room with her, “me and some friends are at a bar…will you come? Live music and stuff. Plus, I still haven’t taken you on that date!”

“Yes!” Okay, you probably should’ve tried to sound less excited. “Ehem…yes. Text me the address?”

You hear Ellie laugh before she happily responds, “will do! Text me when you get here and I’ll come out front to meet you.”

—————

Dina and her friends surely shop at Hookers R Us because where else would anybody find a skirt so goddamn short. 

“D. Dina. My cheeks are hanging out the bottom.” Dina rolls her eyes and tugs on the hem of the mini denim skirt.

“Well if you wore it down here,” she tugs the denim again, “instead of up to your tits like a grandma would…maybe it would be longer.”

Several shirts are thrown toward your perch on Dina’s desk chair, “what’s wrong with the shirt I have on?”

Dina’s boyfriend. Jesse, interjects, “because I don’t like it.”

“Okay, fashion police. How about this one?” You hold up a form fitting black top and Dina nods vigorously, “yes. But no bra. Show off them ladies!”

————

The Uber barely comes to a full stop as you clamber out of the backseat. Grasping for your phone, you text Ellie.

Here! :)

Was the smiley face overkill? Too much?

Cominh!!!!!

*Coming. Not drunk, I swear.

You think you’re the one doing the coming as you watch Ellie stroll towards you in the parking lot. If she was hot on Hinge, she’s ten-thousand times hotter in the dingy lighting that casts a magical glow upon her. She’s wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a white wife-beater, an old worn out flannel is unbuttoned over the top and rolled up just above her elbows. Her raggedy jeans are cuffed to the top of her converse and— wow is she a walking wet dream.

“Hey! I’m glad you came.” She doesn’t wait for an answer as she pulls you straight in for a hug, her calloused hands resting on your hips. You feel her finger tips touching the uncovered skin below your top, the contact makes you shiver.

Ellie squeezes you a little tighter before pulling away, leaving her arm draped over your shoulder, “c’mon, warmer inside.”

You let her lead you into the bar and through the slight crowd congregated near the entrance. A small group of people stand huddled next to the bar and Ellie leads you straight to them as she leans down to speak in your ear, “those are my friends.”

You nod and shamelessly nudge your body to be tucked further into her side, blushing profusely when you feel her arm tighten around your shoulders.

“Guys, this is the girl I was telling you about! And these are my friends I mentioned on the phone.” Ellie smiles while she introduces you to everyone and as much as you enjoy the domesticity of hanging out with her friends, you much prefer the nook you’ve found nestled under Ellie’s toned arm.

———

Her face leans down by your ear again, “wanna drink? I’ll get you one.”

You smile up at her, “would you shoot me if I said I want an espresso martini instead of the beer you’ve been nursing all night?”

She giggles into your ear and her breath fans across your face, “one espresso martini, coming up!” 

She pulls away and salutes you before turning around and marching to the other end of the bar, waving her arm to grab the bartender’s attention.

“So you’re the lucky lady? I’m Abby, Ellie’s friend.” Damn, she is buff as hell. Her toned arm stretches across a barstool to shake your hand.

You stare at her open palm, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Who still shakes hands? I’m done drinking for the night.”

She cracks a smile when you laugh and shake her hand anyways, “nothing wrong with a good ol’ handshake.”

You speak with Abby while you wait for Ellie to return with your martini. She’s leaning up against the wood and speaking to the bartender as he pours the concoction into a glass. How she manages to look so appealing at all times is an enigma. Her short hair is pulled half-up into a bun while the rest barely skims the top of her shoulders, the botanical tattoo on her forearm sticks out from under her rolled-up sleeve and—fuck. You’re drooling.

Double-fuck. She caught you staring.

You blush when she throws a wink your way, turning back toward the bar to grab your drink. 

And then she’s in front of you once more, “malady.”

She slides in between your legs while you sit atop the cushioned barstool (which you’re pretty sure makes a fart noise any time you move) and rests both of her hands on your hips.

Lifting the drink to your mouth, you hum happily when the flavor covers your tongue, “good?”

“Really good. Superb.” Ellie chuckles and leans in toward you, placing a kiss in the hollow of your collarbone, “c’mon, there’s some more people I want you to meet.”

————

You’re not exactly sure how you ended up in this position but good god do you wish you could die right here and right now. Ellie is leaning up against the poster-covered wall of the bar with you pulled tightly to her chest. Your back is pressed against her front and one of her arms is wrapped around you, long fingers splayed across your lower stomach. She’s talking animatedly to the guy standing in front of you two and in all honestly you can’t focus on what they’re talking about while you feel the tips of Ellie’s fingers rest upon the skin under your skirt. 

It’s innocent. She doesn’t realize her fingers have traveled just south of the top of your skirt, but you’d be lying if you said the feeling of her calloused fingertips below the belt didn’t make you squirm. Her auburn hair tickles the side of your face as your head rests back in the crook between her neck and shoulder. And even better—her cheek presses to the top of your head when there’s a lull in her current conversation.

Hearing the man she was speaking to bid his goodbyes, you turn in her arms. The one that was previously grasping a beer bottle quickly swaps to rest in the back pocket of your skirt instead, her other hand squeezes your hip.

“Hi.” She smiles at you.

“Hi.” You press a kiss to her cheek.

The feeling leaves Ellie warm and she squeezes you a few times before ultimately deciding to cut to the chase and lean in. It’s a sweet peck, a little tipsy kiss that leaves you buzzing and floating outside of your body. The bright, crooked smile she gives you after pulling away punches the air from your lungs and Jesus Christ— now you understand the U-Haul lesbians because in this moment you are well and truly fucked. If this woman, this stranger, asked you to pack your shit and move in, you would.

And the look she gives you as she brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear tells you she might just feel the same.

[lycheedr3ams]

Death's Angel

Part 7: Sacrifice

royal!fem!reader x executioner!konig

Summary: It's 1554. You're one of the eight daughters of the Austrian royal family, and your parents do everything they can to ensure their kingdom is prosperous and peaceful. No royal court is complete without their hand-picked executioner, one who stands out against the sea of black, faceless bodies that make up the profession. It just so happens that your family's new executioner, one who has made a name for himself far and wide for his skill with the axe, has caught your eye and ruined you for good.

Warnings: MDNI! smut, mutual pining, forbidden love, death (konig is an executioner duh), mean sisters, mentions of medieval-type violence, overbearing parents, konig is brooding and a perv, some predator/prey dynamics, possessive!konig, maybe dark themes bc reader likes seeing him kill people and bc he's a perv?

Part 6 | Part 8

I know it's been a while since I've updated this series. My life has been super busy, and I even moved. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoy! One more chapter to go. as a reminder, the taglist is closed

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series inspired by the art below!

It was evening when the horse Konig had chosen collapsed from exhaustion. You were stranded in the middle of the dark forest, hours away from any landmark you recognized. Your horse lay panting on the mossy forest floor, and you held your head in your hands.

"what are we going to do? we have no money! we're lost! they're going to come looking for us!" you mumbled furiously as you began to pace. konig came over immediately and put his large, solid hands on your shoulders.

"Engel, i told you i would take care of you, didn't i?" he asked as he lifted your chin to look up at him. he gently wiped away your warm tears with his axe-calloused thumbs. "i will figure this out. we will be okay."

"but..but how! and all the gifts you gave me, they're back at the castle, and --" you nearly shrieked. you had never had a panic attack before, had never felt such fear and confusion. your life, unlike konig's, had always been planned out, set in stone, predictable, cushy. every hour of every day was always set with lessons and meals and events. but now your dress was torn, and your broken heals lost during the escape. the cold, damp earth almost stung underneath your soft feet. konig squeezed your shoulders and shook you.

"Engel!" he said, a bit louder this time. you looked up at him with wide eyes. "we are going to be okay. i told you i would take care of you, and that is exactly what i shall do. do not worry about the things i gave you. i will give you that and tenfold again."

he pulled you into a tight hug, grounding yourself in his body rather than your racing, chaotic mind. his arms were almost rock solid, but his body was so, so warm as he embraced you. for a moment, the entire world faded away, and it was just the exiled princess and her forbidden love.

the furious panting of your exhausted horse also brought you back to reality. you gently turned your head against konig's chest and looked at the poor creature laying on the ground.

"will he be okay?"

konig gently rubbed your head. "yes, we just exhausted him. we're not going to be able to go anywhere else for the night. we should not be discovered out here."

you look up at konig. "but what if we are discovered?"

his eyes were soft as he looked down at you. "then i will protect you."

you looked at him sadly. "i hope it doesn't come to that."

"as do i, Engel," he soothed as he cradled your head. "for now, we need to rest. we cannot risk a fire, the smoke will draw the soldiers. we will have to lay close for warmth."

you smile softly at him and can't help the heat that surges to your cheeks. "i'm not complaining."

konig chuckles quietly. "and neither am i."

konig removes his overcoat and wraps it around you before gesturing for you to lay on the mossy ground.

"i..." you look at the moss, feeling a little disgusted.

"ah," he said as he shook his head. "you've never slept on the ground. i almost forgot."

you look uneasily down at the damp, green moss, and take a deep breath. "it's fine." you offer konig an uneasy smile as you hesitantly lay down on the moss. the only surface you had ever slept on was silken sheets on a down bed. never once had you imagined you would be sleeping on cold, damp moss with the one whom you were never permitted to speak to.

konig laid down behind you and wrapped his arm around you, spooning you. "when i build us a house, Engel, you will have the finest sheets and silk like you once did."

you rub his arm. "konig, i don't need any of that. all i want is you."

he gently squeezes your shoulder. "yes, yes, but i still want you to have the finest sheets."

you turn around slightly and lift his hood up to reveal his surprisingly soft lips. you look into his eyes, silently asking for permission, before you closed the gap between you and gently kissed him. you had never felt your humanity so intensely as you did in this moment: laying on the damp earth, kissing your forbidden love under a canopy of leaves and stars.

you snuggle into konig's chest and wrapp yourself tightly around him.

"sleep well, Engel," he whispers. "all will be well."

...

"send out all our troops to find the executioner! he has kidnapped my daughter!" your father screeched to the army commander the moment he saw you and konig disappear beyond the castle grounds. the army commander bowed and swiftly went to assemble his soldiers. your mother broke down on the ground, crying hysterically. your sisters stared in disbelief and disgust.

"you have your orders," the army commander said to his hastily formed troops. "you are to find the princess, and kill the executioner on sight."

the mail-clad soldiers nodded, and set off on horseback to every last corner of Austria.

...

the next morning, you and konig began to wander the wilderness on horseback. with no sense of direction other than the sun, all you knew was that you were heading far, far away from Austria. your heart nearly leapt out of your chest whenever a stray bird rustled in the leaves, or when a deer leaped through the forest. konig sat behind you on the horse with his arms around you as he held the reins. his eyes were sharp from beneath his hood as he constantly scanned the forest for threats.

by midday, you could see a break in the forest. and beyond the meadow that lie past the forest, a silhouette of a mountain could be seen.

"once we reach the mountains, they will surely never find us," konig assured you as he kicked the horse to a trot.

you nodded and held onto the horse's mane.

"HALT!" a voice sounded from behind you.

you froze completely, and all the blood drained from your face. konig stopped the horse instantly.

"turn the horse around," the voice commanded. konig obeyed.

you came face-to-face with a small band of soldiers from your kingdom's army, ones sent by your father. they drew their swords and bows on their horses.

"by decree of the king, executioner, you are to be killed for your crime of kidnapping the princess," the leading knight said in a stern voice.

your eyes widened and your breath almost died in your throat.

"no! i wasn't kidnapped! I went willingly!" you yelled, startling your horse a little. konig whispered something in your ear.

"princess, there is no need to worry. you will be okay from here on out. we will save you," another soldier said.

"no! i mean it! i went with him on my own!" you shook your head as tears began to fall down your face as you panicked. konig did not take his eyes off any of the soldiers for an instant.

"you have been brainwashed, princess, by this devil," the leading solider said. "please, your highness, dismount the horse."

you began to hyperventilate, the air suddenly feeling quite thin in your lungs. your vision on the periphery began to blur, and you could barely hear your voice as you screamed.

"i haven't been brainwashed! I went willingly! i wanted to escape!"

before you could say anything else, your horse was suddenly struck with an arrow right in its skull. the beast toppled over and sent you and konig tumbling to the ground. konig gently grabbed your head and lessened the blow of your skull against the earth.

"step away from the princess!" one knight yelled as they dismounted with weapons drawn.

you and konig still lay on the ground as the soldiers came closer with their swords and bows. you stood up in front of konig and wiped your tears. konig stared up at you in shock as the roles were suddenly switched as you protected him. A princess protecting an executioner; such a thing had never been seen before.

"i won't let you hurt him! he's done nothing wrong! i wanted to leave! can't you see?!" you yelled.

the soldiers quickly surrounded you and konig in a circle. konig hastily stood up but did not dare to touch you.

a knight held out his free hand to you. "princess, you will be safe now."

"NO!" you yelled as you backed into konig and bumped into him. the knights were getting closer to you and him. there was nowhere to run.

"Engel, do not do this," konig whispered to you. you turned and looked up at him in panic.

"do what?! i'm not going with them! I'm going with you!"

suddenly, a knight grabbed you by the arm and yanked you away from konig and out of the circle. konig now stood alone in the center of the circle, not even daring to defend himself against the armed group of knights. there was nothing he could do.

your heart pumped loudly and your blood rang in your ears as you saw a knight behind konig raise his sword.

you couldn't hear your bone-chilling scream as you pushed through the circle with inhuman strength and cast konig aside right as the sword swung.

a cold feeling tore through your chest.

all were frozen.

you looked down at your blood-soaked dress. you felt a pair of strong arms grab you and hold you tight, and the knights threw down their weapons.

your forbidden lover held you as your vision faded black.

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[bangsinc]

Can i request a spot x reader Who likes to draw him and lets him stay in their house.

Also you are life saver since you are the only one who is writing spot headcannons ♡

✏️Spot and an artist reader who lets him crash!(Hcs/Drabble)🗯️

I’m so sorry I couldn’t think of something silly for a title.. BUT TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT! I rly wanna give him love since nobody is rn! He’s so pookie

No warnings, just fluff. Mutual pining! Yay!

For the majority of the past couple years, Spots been an outcast to society, someone who wouldn’t be welcome anymore no matter what he did or how he hid. A job, something that could have saved him, wasn’t feesable anymore, and he couldn’t find anyplace to live.. that is, until there was you.

You were a complete godsend to this.. creature. A place to stay was more than what he could ask for. He didn’t need to eat, or do much anymore, but he still wanted a sence of community.

He could never repay you, never. The only person that’s ever been kind to him is letting him stay for.. nothing in return. As a way to return the sentiment and ease the overbearing guilt he feels that someone (as amazing and beautiful as you) let him into their home with open arms, he steals things.

Expect little trinkets! Oh? You like video games? That’s crazy because he just came across this one copy of..

He doesn’t crash persay, he lives. He craves the affection and love, so it’s difficult for him to not spend every night in your home. It’s warm, cozy, and best of all you don’t seem to care for what he looks like.

And like.. yknow, maybe you guys cuddle sometimes.

As for your hobby of drawing him, he would consider it the highest honor. You see him as something worth replicating on pen and paper? You want to show it to others too?? Congratulations, you just earned yourself a free model.

Gushes over your work, maybe keeps some of it for himself. Oh, he’s crushing hard. Maybe he’ll even try to draw you! Don’t expect anything.. good though. He was a scientist! Not an artist! But.. it would mean a lot to him if you kept what he gave you. It’s the least you could do, make him a happy little guy.

He may not be expressive, but you can almost see the flattery oozing from him as he eyes your work with the upmost curiosity. You’re so talented!

Little Drabble!

The lights of your bedroom, dim and gentle, reflect upon his pale face. He looks around curiously, his expression as it usually is, unreadable. He looks at you for a moment, the hole on his face narrowing in almost panic.

“T—thanks for letting me stay agai—look, I can’t really repay you or-“ He mumbles, rocking back and fourth on his feet nervously.

Your expression wracked him. The kind, empathetic smile on your face didn’t wane once, even if you both knew there wasn’t any way he could pay you back. You stay quiet, mainly to find the right words to tell him. With every passing second, doubt knawed at him. This was too good to be true.. this was going to end sooner than he hoped. You were going to tell him to get ou—

“That’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You speak, your voice quiet as to not startle him further. The weight of your words pressed on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to catch his breath.

“Really?” He approaches you swiftly, a sence of hope painted his expression, the brush that was his feelings painting a portrait of never ending gratitude.

“Really.” You repeat his words, arms outstretched, your smile never once waning. He can feel his spotted emotions get the better of him and he’s quick to bring you into a hug, his face digging into the crook of your neck.

[holylulusworld]

Heavenly creature - Unbreakable Bonds (6)

Summary: A stranger saves you from an unfriendly encounter. Is he a knight in shiny armor?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Princess Shuri

Warnings: heavy angst, language, hurt & comfort, clingy/possessive reader, fluff, dad!Steve

A/N: I usually do not describe my reader’s appearance/race. In this case I had to make an exception as it’s important for the storyline.

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“Soldier, are we done for today?” You hopefully look at Bucky when he walks inside the examination room. Your face falls seeing Steve by his side. “Please?”

“We are almost done for today,” Steve softly says. “Our friend will run a few more tests, okay.”

You reluctantly nod. 

“They mean no harm,” Bucky adds. You visibly relax at his words. “How about we have lunch together? All of us.” He holds out his hand and forces a smile on his face.

“Yes,” you grab his hand and smile widely. “Can we have dessert too? I miss ice cream. I haven’t had some in ages.”

“Why?” Steve asks. “Ice cream is great.”

“They said it’s bad and…” You suck in a breath. The words just slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Sugar is bad…feelings too…”

“Doll,” Bucky wraps his arms around you when you start to cry. “Hey, you can eat as much ice cream as you want to.”

“What if I can’t heal you because I ate sugar? What if you die?” You fist Bucky’s shirt. “I can’t risk losing you. It will be all my fault if you can’t be healed.”

Steve chokes out a sob. He witnessed Hydra’s cruelty more than once. But your broken voice telling them all the things Hydra planted in your young mind when you were a child, is unbearable to him.

“They won’t know, Y/N,” Steve tries once again to get your attention. “Bucky is healthy and strong. If he gets hurt, we can help him at the medic bay. We have doctors, and I can donate blood for him too. I’m a super-soldier, remember?”

“You can?” You lift your head and sniffle. “Is your blood as good as mine? Maybe it’s not as good…”

“Y/N, I’m your father. We share the same blood,” Steve holds back another sob when you reluctantly let go of Bucky to step toward him. “I’m a universal donor too.”

“Oh!” Your smile widens and you grasp Steve’s hand. “You can save my soldier too! Wonderful!”

Steve holds back a sigh. Your whole world seems to revolve around his friend. Since they broke the barrier you built in your mind to protect yourself from remembering your past, you lost interest in anything but Bucky. 

“We should eat now,” Steve murmurs, afraid to scare you off if he speaks any louder. “What do you like?”

“Pasta and ice cream,” you dreamily say. “Maybe we can have chocolate too, and pudding. I love pudding.”

“Hmm…tastes great,” you shovel the pasta in your mouth, ignoring people staring at you and the super-soldiers at your table. “What?” You cock a brow. “It’s good.”

“You should slow down,” Steve whispers, afraid to draw too much attention toward your table. “There is more than enough.”

“It’s delicious and I don’t want you to steal my food,” you pout at Steve before you look at Bucky. “Why don’t you eat, soldier? You need food to stay strong and healthy.”

“I’m good,” Bucky barely touched the food in front of him. On your way to the restaurant, you talked non-stop about your past, and all the things your so-called parents forbid you. Like playing with your dolls or spending time with other kids.

You nod but worry Bucky might be sick. “Are you sick? Do you need me to help you?” You slip off the chair to press the back of your hand to Bucky’s forehead. “No temperature. That’s good. You’re not having a fever then.”

“Y/N,” Steve gets up from his chair to stop you from examining Bucky. “Please eat your food. Bucky is not sick. You need the food more than him.”

“Okay.”

Steve pulls the chair for you, nodding at his friend. “You need to eat something too, Buck. We don’t want Y/N to worry about you. Give her what she needs…”

“I’ll eat, doll,” Bucky lifts the spoon to his mouth. “See. No reason to worry about me all the time.”

You shyly glance at your plate. There is chaos in your mind. A part of you wants to be close to Bucky, and make sure he’s safe. And the little part that’s left of the shy librarian is screaming bloody murder and begs you to run for the hills if you get the chance to do so.

So far, you don’t know which part of your personality will win the war going on inside of you. You’d love it to be the part wanting to be close to Bucky. Because without him, who are you?

Steve shows you around the apartment they prepared at the Avengers’ tower for you. You follow him, barely sparing the furniture and decoration a glance.

“We got most of your things, some books too. If you need anything else, please let me know,” he hopefully looks at you, waiting for your response.

“That’s very kind of you, and Mr. Stark but—” you chew on your lower lip, afraid to anger the super-soldier. “Can I not stay with my soldier?”

“Y/N,” he sighs. “I know something tells you that you must stay close to Bucky, but it’s best if you stay here for a while. You need to time on your own, and to sort your thoughts.”

“I want—” you shake your head. “I need to stay close. Please don’t leave me here all alone with my thoughts. Please.” You grab Steve’s hand, tugging hard. “Please Dad…don’t leave me alone with them…”

“With whom?” he softly asks. “Y/N?”

“The ghosts of my past,” you whimper. “I can hear them in my head now. Mom. Dad. My aunt. The doctors. The men with the guns,” you sniffle. “They are screaming at me. If I’m close to the soldier, they are gone.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Steve wraps you in a hug. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea. Bucky hates himself for kidnapping and hurting you. He blames himself for forcing you to remember your past.”

“I hated my life before the soldier found me again. Nightmares and flashbacks aren’t new to me. I just didn’t know why the voices followed me around. At least now I know that I’m not crazy.

“If you want me to, I’ll ask Bucky if it’s okay that you stay with him for tonight.”

“Please.”

Steve wishes you’d seek his closeness. You’re a grown woman, still, Steve feels like he’s holding a newborn child in his arms. Not days ago, he believed he’d never get the chance to become a father, and now he’s holding his child in his arms.  

“We will ask him together. Okay. Don’t worry. Bucky is a good man and will not send you away. Get a few things and I’ll be waiting outside for you.”

Steve steps away to leave the room. He’s still torn between protecting you from his best friend and being happy that you trust Bucky enough to feel safe close to him.

“You’d have been a much better dad,” you murmur as Steve grabs the door handle. “Now I know why they never told me about you.”

“I wish I knew about you, Y/N. I’d have come to your aid and saved you and Bucky.”

“I know.”

“No programming and no manipulation?” Tony huffs. “That’s impossible. It’s like she’s programmed to follow Barnes like a puppy.”

Shuri shakes her head. “You don’t understand. In a way, she got manipulated by Hydra. But – the part of Y/N seeking White Wolf’s closeness is the part that remembers his kindness in times of need. I talked to her for hours and ran all the tests. It’s her, nothing more and nothing less.”

“I don’t—” Tony shakes his head. “How’s that possible?”

“Her vulnerable soul and broken mind tried to find a way to bear all the pain and treatment. Somehow, a bond between these tortured souls formed so many years ago. And I think it’s unbreakable…”

“Sold-“ you stop yourself from pouncing on Bucky. You nervously shuffle from one foot to the other, waiting for Bucky to tell you to get closer. “Bucky.”

“Hi,” Bucky offers a weak smile. “How are you?”

“I…” Dropping your gaze you shrug. “I don’t know, to be honest. I remember everything now. Hydra. You. My parents, who weren’t my parents. My time as a librarian. The soldier protecting me.”

“I remember you now too,” he slowly steps closer and holds out his hand. “Back then I made a promise to you. Do you remember?”

“Yes,” you nod and smile. “You said that no one will ever hurt me again. That you’ll save me and get me away from the bad people.”

“I will keep that promise from now on. I failed you in the past,” he takes your hand to gently hold it, “I won’t fail this time...”

The End...?

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[heartfullofleeches]

I need to see Selene having a sweet morning w her neighbor(wife) so bad. She's so cute?? I just wanna see her be happy and making breakfast for/with them while the vibes are good and sleepy. Let this woman get to sleep in and cuddle her lovely neighbor after brutally murdering her husband just the other night

Selene always wanted of a spring wedding.

Beyond being a child of the season, in her eyes it was to be the most romantic - symbolic of the growth between young lovers to lifelong partners. Furthermore, both mother and grandmother had spring weddings - passing their knowledge and the gift of their wedding gown onto the next generation. Its soft emerald hue matched her eyes and the season 0beautifully. She dreamed of walking down the aisle surrounded by love, the cool spring air, and blooming roses.

So why was she here now - cold and without an ounce of love to her name. The artifical bouquet in her hands scratched at the delicate parts of her skin and hair, autumn winds biting her exposed neck and arms. Spring was too much of an inconvenience for her soon to be husband. He hated the outdoors and insects that roamed freely, and so their wedding was set for October in the confines of an old church.

Selene told herself she could be happy. This was meant to be the happiest day of her life and the start of her days as a doting, loving wife, but as she entered the chapel she'd find someone else taking her place. A beautiful soul with a smile that encapsulated everything she loved about spring. Warm and inviting - impossible to forget or ever let go. Dressed in her best, she could never dream be to as angelic as the creature standing up there with her lover. She falls to her knees, begging to be taken instead. To be loved by that angel. To be chains to that demon so he can never hurt them like he's broken her.

"Selene......"

She screams. Take me instead. Take me....

"Ms. Selene!"

Her eyes flutter open. No longer is she crying on the church floor. A gentle hand rubbing her back draws her from slumber, and the remaining tears from her eyes. The stiffness in her spine reminds her of the most uncomfortably comfort night she's had on someone else's couch.

"Ms. Selene, are you okay? You were crying in your sleep when I came to check on you."

Color darkens her pale face as she sits up, deepened by the hand that aids her. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I.... I'm normally not one to dream, and I believe that was the first nightmare I've had in... years.. "

"It's alright, Ms. Selene. You've had a rough night."

Recollection of the night prior barrel through her like a speeding train as she looks up at the face of her savior. She bawled her eyes out at your doorstep, pleading to stay just one night and be gone before down. Her husband had allegedly changed the locks before leaving town and it was too late for her to call anyone else. You offered your home and bed to her as any would do, but she settled for the couch not wanting to be more of a burden than she was.

You give her hand an affirming squeeze - unknowingly kickstarting the beat of her heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, and you can stay here as long as you need. We'll call a locksmith later so you can get some of your belongings."

It's hard to believe someone that was a stranger only a few short months ago had shown her more kindness than her husband had in all of their years together. Your arm returns to her shoulder as more tears leak from her tired eyes, pulling her into embrace that wash decades of self loathing off her mind. All that lingers in its wake is how she'd kill to spend every morning in your arms - just like this. Even she had to relieve the pain of her past everyday, it would all be worth it to have you.

"Thank you, Y/n. I know we don't know each other well, but words can not describe how luck I am to have you. Without you I don't know where I'd be right now.."

"Ah, don't worry about it. I know you'd do the same for me. Are you hungry?"

She places a hand to her stomach, unsure when the last time she'd eaten. "Seems. Maybe i should make something for us. You've done enough for me already."

"Nah, don't think like that, we can do it together. I have some pancake mix and some fruit in the fridg if that sounds good."

Selene smiles. "That sounds wonderful, dear."

"Cool." Sporting a smile of your own, you lead Selene into the kitchen. You grab a cutting board and knife, placing both on the table as you digging around for the produce in your fridge. Cutting the fruit, Selene has never known more bliss from slicing anything than her husband's throat.

This truly was her new happiest day.

[sporesgalaxy]

honestly fascinated by volo not recognizing scrangle as inhuman in the postgame stuff you offered earlier (which HAS been extremely helpful! i've been chewing on it in my brain) because to me volo's whole deal is so entrenched in his own humanity as compared to the world of dangerous creatures and equally dangerous deities he inhabits. like in pla itself and in much of his pokemas dialogue he emphasizes the frequency that someone with his profession and his background finds themselves in life-or-death situations, and for all he's willing to condemn the hisui he knows to unmaking he doesn't seem to view the suffering motivating him as exclusive (between "i imagine we all go through something like that" with his childhood issues and his expectation that the player has dreams of their own + acknowledgement that those dreams don't "leave room" for his own rather than being shocked or even accusatory that someone would be able or willing to stand against him) - like, in rebelling against the god he reveres even through his obsessive anger towards it ("what is it, then, that you find so lacking in me?!" furiously demanded from arceus after he's already professed his intentions towards it is probably my favorite line of his. fucking hits) he's already positioning himself as fundamantally below his opposition, but that's borne out even further by the hisui situation of humans struggling to compete in general. in a weird way him lumping in scrangle with the people he belongs to draws MORE parallels between the two than are even presently there by his own standards

OKAY HIHIHI SORRY I LEFT YOU HANGING A MILLION YEARS. I LOVED THIS I just had to go back and reexamine every decision I ever made about Volo in relation to Scrangle because YOU RAISE GREAT POINTS!

I admit that I think I got my character motivation timing mixed up when I wrote Volo saying "...Whether you are creative or delusional makes no difference to me, little girl." I don't think he'd have THAT much resentment toward Scrangle BEFORE they revealed that the Tyrant they want to destroy is Arceus.

HOWEVER, the other thing motivating that line from Volo was a potent mixture of disappointment and jealousy, which I think he'd already have plenty of by that point. Scrangle FELL FROM THE SKY in OBVIOUSLY ARCEUS-THEMED CLOTHING, and yet at every turn she shows TOTAL irreverence or even malice toward any suggestion of a higher power. Volo DOES have an odd sort-of humbleness about his place in the universe, despite his ambitions to ascend beyond that. So I imagined that someone like Scrangle acting like they're already above everything would really rub Volo the wrong way.

And then to see someone who acts and talks like Scrangle end up battered and bruised by the Frenzied Nobles just like any other human...what a letdown! None of Scrangle's victories against the Nobles were exactly clean-- well, her Pokemon could win cleanly once the Noble could be wrangled into an actual battle, but Scrangle always got pretty severely beat up in the process. Scrangle is good with Pokemon, but in every other respect they seems like theyre every bit the brash, clumsy, foolish child they appear to be, even moreso than the canon PLA protagonist. A Volo who was reckoning with a STRANGER appearing to have been chosen by Arceus from the beginning of the game (thanks to Scrangle's outfit) would I think be more susceptible to skepticism toward Scrangle, for the sake of his own ego as a "humble" pious scholar & Arceus devotee, who nonetheless thinks he can pull of rebuilding the entire world.

I really need to review Volo's interactions with the player thruout the middle of the story to get a finer tune on their whole thing, though. I have vague memories of thinking they'dve had some sour interactions at least one of the times Volo was investigating those runes...

[emeryhiro]

I think Daryl and Carol having so much trauma in their pasts and also shared trauma since meeting each other at the quarry is what's kept them from being a romantic couple. Carol keeps trying fresh starts with new people (Tobin, Ezekiel, Oceanside) who don't know her as well as Daryl does. Meanwhile, Daryl admires strong women (Carol, Michonne, Rosita, Leah) and is more at ease with women in general. The first time he saw Connie she was saving a baby. Who wouldn't like and trust her instantly?

Hi Anon,

I agree with you 100%

I've broken down my thoughts into a few sections because it got a bit long and I just wanted to make this easier for me to write and for readers to follow.

Daryl and Carols Trauma

Yes, this is exactly what has kept them apart. They have both been used and abused by the people in their past who were supposed to protect and love them, and one of the outcomes of that is how they don't believe they deserve to be truly loved.

There's this quote I love from The Perks of Being a Wallflower that goes:

"We accept the love we think we deserve" - Stephen Chbosky

And also:

"When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives" - Lauren Eden

I think both of these capture the psychology behind Carol and Daryl's behaviours in accepting their love for one another.

I believe they both love each other so deeply, but neither thinks they are worthy of the other, or could make the other happy, so they've keep their distance, expecting that there has to be someone better than them out there, someone who could make the other happier.

The love they've chosen

Carol chose Tobin and Ezekiel because they were good guys with whom she could have relationships that were completely under her control. She could only give/show as much of herself as she needed or felt comfortable to do so.

Daryl chose Leah because, well, (this might be controversial) because he thought that's what Carol wanted for him. He was out in that forest for years, at first looking for Rick, but after a while because, as he said, "it just got easier". I think what he meant by that but couldn't really say out loud was that it was easier than being back in the community with everyone, where he would have to watch Carol live a life with Ezekiel, just like the life he's always wanted to have with her, which was too difficult for him.

And when Carol tells him to basically "move on with his life", what she means is "let Rick go and come back to us", but what Daryl hears is "I've moved on with someone else; now you need to move on from me". And Leah happens to be the only female in his life with no connection to Carol or his community, that (as you said) he admired for her strength, and with whom he can hide away. Although I do think Leah was incredibly manipulative with her ultimatums, but Daryl doesn't understand that that kind of treatment isn't okay, because he believes that that's the treatment he deserves.

Meeting Connie

Yes, exactly. He sees Connie as this pure and good creature, and he immediately feels that he has to protect her because people like her help balance out the bad in the world. This type of protectiveness comes from instinct, not romantic feelings or attraction. It's the same reason he felt a draw and obligation to protect Beth and Denise, and then felt so much guilt when he failed to do so. He also probably saw Connie as his chance to redeem himself from the past situations where he failed to protect the people he felt he should have.

What sets Carol apart

Carol, on the other hand, is his equal, his other half. She's just as flawed as him. She can take care of herself just as well as he can. She saves him just as much as he saves her. They know each other better than they know themselves. They love each other unconditionally through both the good things and the ugly things. And at the end of the day, they only really need and search for each other.

I've talked in depth about what Carol means to Daryl in previous posts [here] & [here], so I'll keep this short and won't go into those details again.

Going forward into the future/spinoff

Again, I've spoken about this in previous posts, but I just want to go over it again briefly. I think the spinoff has set up the perfect situation for them to open up to one another without the distraction of all their responsibilities towards others, especially once they start to deal with their past traumas like we already saw Carol doing in episode one and we saw them both doing in the leaked script of the season 2 finale, as they're leaving France.

~~~~~

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me! Both Carol and Daryl are such complicated characters with so much depth and it's really nice to talk through these things sometimes ♡♡♡

If you have any other thoughts you'd like to share or disscuss with me please don't hesitate to let me know ♡

[nikethestatue]

Greetings,

I’m a baby elriel. I’ve like never really “shipped” any characters before in my life — and after the last few weeks of looking at the historical/ongoing ship war clusterfuck that is the ACOTAR fandom I don’t think I’m ever going to set sail again anywhere. You and all the other elriels who have been in the trenches from the get go have my respect 🫡 Anyways, your blog is super swaggy and you’re like the chillest elriel I’ve seen, so it is to your inbox that I shall share my testimony, my come to Mother moment if you will.

I didn’t really start giving any serious thought to the two them being a legit thing until I was already done with ACOSF. And it’s wild because it was the “‘I don’t see you spouting poetry, brother.’ ‘I don’t need to resort to it.’” bit in ACOWAR between Cassian and Azriel that triggered me to reevaluate.

When I first read that part I was like damn okay I see you Rizzriel, and I just kept on thinking about it and coming back to it cause it was so funny and entertaining but one day I was like yo hold up, don’t need to resort to it?? Okay, Mr. “Born Hearing the Song of the Wind.” Okay, Mr. waxing poetic about “The Naphelle Philosophy.” Like don’t get me wrong, it is definitely, first and foremost, a subtle flex for his third unspoken title; he is Azriel — shadowsinger, spymaster, and rizz master of the Night Court. However, I am a firm believer that he doesn’t need to resort to poetic words as some sort of attempt at flattery or being charming because the right situation/person naturally draws out that part of him.

✨Walk with me✨

When Elain and Azriel first meet in ACOMAF, even though there’s not a whole lot of interaction between them, it’s definitely a case of two people having a connection simply off vibes alone (yay for those of us who don’t have loud personalities). He puts her at ease with a smile and by acknowledging her fears and apprehension about their presence, about how much of a mindfuck it was for her to be dining in her home with those she was raised to believe were horrific creatures that would kill her if given the chance.

So like because of this, I think Elain is driven by a deeper curiosity that came from her unexpected comfort when she asks “Can you truly fly?” cause ngl asking the dude with massive wings if he can fly is certainly a choice 🧍🏽‍♀️ Like, there’s more to it than that, more than just attempting to transition from a tense situation into conversational small talk which could’ve been done just as easily with the likes of “Tell me about yourself” or a more confrontational “So what are you?” — which is essentially what Nesta asked immediately after 💀

Elain doesn’t know anything about these guys, but she sees Feyre trusts them, and Azriel’s small expressions of gentleness towards her amidst the escalating interactions made her willing to attempt connecting with him further. So I think her asking a ridiculously simple question with an obvious answer was her way of softly inviting him to share something about himself — not necessarily through what he responds with but rather how he responds — because something, if anything, unique to his answer beyond a simple yes or no would offer her a glimpse at him. And what does he do? Stone-faced, cold ass — doesn’t open his mouth except to give the shortest answers possible or to make some sharp sassy retort — Azriel spouts poetry for her about his and Cassian’s heritage.

So after my revelation slapped me in the face and then bonked me over the head for good measure, I went back and sought out all their interactions and was like dang bro became horrendously down bad for her in the most quietly romantic way possible and she’s feelin something too I can’t believe I didn’t pay attention to this before. I love love love that they just seem to be at ease in each other’s presence, that the vibes between them are so immaculate they don’t even need to bother with many words. Existing in comfortable silence with someone is like my favorite way to spend time in relationships whether it’s familial, platonic, or romantic so it makes me feel all fuzzy that we see them like that quite often.

So now I’m here and am looking forward to eventually reading about them and discovering more about Elain’s gifts because the whole creation story with the Mother + the Cauldron always gave me Gaia-type vibes and with Elain being invested in gardening and then being made a Seer by the cauldron because it thought she was so lovely I’m like Elain Archeron — the absolute goddess that you are, light and life flowing through your Made veins — we haven’t even seen all you can do yet and you’ve got this angelic fae male of death and darkness ready to worship you on his knees and I’ma be right there with him yes ma’am 🛐

WOW baby Elriel. You smote me with this beautiful post.

(first of all, you should write fanfiction. You reminded me of the greatest Elriel (or otherwise) writer that ever graced this hot mess of a fandom with their presence)

But I can't agree more. I think SJM actually pays attention to them, as a couple. Not something she does with many others. That relationship just flows so beautifully in the background, calm and poetic, even with the language she uses around them. There is so much imagery of death and life and decay and rebirth and beauty and flowers and blades and warmth and baking and loneliness and despair and searching for love and for home.

I don't know what she'll do with them, but it could be her Magnum Opus if she is careful, thoughtful and steady in crafting their story. What she already put down deserves special treatment when the story actually comes to pass.

Also, welcome to the fandom.

[justmeinadaze]

Secret Sinners Part 2 (Steddie X You)

Part of this Universe/ Part 1 of Secret Sinners

Warnings: Demon Steddie/ Human Fem Reader, SMUT of the slightly rougher variety, choking, lots of touching and dirty talk, FLUFF, they love each other <3, ANGST, they go to another realm to find answer and run into some bad creatures (brief), reader get a bit hurt when they come back, they talk about events from the first AU, I think that's it.

Word count: 6059

“Um, so I have good news and bad news.”, Dustin sighed as he drank the beer in his glass. The three of you stare at him in anticipation as he drags out his information making Eddie huff in annoyance. “The bad news is where they are currently, they won’t be for long AND there are other types of demons in that realm.”

“So, we’re going to another realm. Cool.”, Steve sighs. 

“The good news is Mike said Y/N can survive there so she can go with you.”

“Which…is obvious because Jonathan is there with Nancy…”, the long-haired demon growled.

“I’m sorry. They’re a little antsy.”, you grin making him beam him your direction. 

“I like you.”

“I like you to.”, you giggle. 

“Okay, okay.”, Steve chuckles as he rises to his feet. “She’s just nicer than we are.”, he smiles as he pulls the young boy in for a hug. “Go back home, kid, and thank you for everything.”

“Of course, man. Hopefully, I’ll see the three of you at home sometime.” After handing Eddie some papers, he hugs him as well before turning to you. “Don’t let them boss you around too much. I think you’d be a pretty badass warrior in our world.”

After kissing his cheek, you wrap your arms around him before making a little oh sound and digging in your bag. The guys watch as you hand Dustin something and whisper in his ear as he smiles. 

“Your wish is my command, ma ’lady.”

As you watch him leave, Steve takes your hand in his and the three of you take a seat again at your table. 

“What did you give him?”

“A little present.”, you smirk mischievously.

“Oh, Steven, you aren’t going to like this.”, Eddie exhales heavily as he turns the piece of paper the boy had given him around and slid it in his direction. “These are the coordinates to Malvado.”

“Well, that ends that.”

“What? Why?”, you inquire at his immediate reaction. 

“Because the realm that place is in is barely safe for us, let alone a human. I don’t know what the fuck they were thinking going there.”

“I mean…plenty of demons to slay and a good place to hide where our kind wouldn’t go searching.”

Steve sighs as his gaze shifts between you two. “No. The answer is no.”

“You and I can go and see what we can find—”

“No. You’re not going somewhere dangerous without me. I can help protect you two.”

“That’s not your job, Y/N.”

“And that’s not your job anymore either, Steven. I can help.” The demon’s eyes glow in anger as you stare right back in defiance. 

“Not going to lie, kind of turned on by you both right now.”

The red fades from Steve’s eyes as he smirks at Eddie’s comment and you reach for his face to bring his lips to your own. 

“Ugh! Fine! Fine but we need more weapons than a bat and a guitar and she’ll need a disguise.”

***

The glass to the window shatters as you throw a rock through the entryway to the shop you three were sneaking into. 

“I’m surprised neither of you know how to pick a lock.”, you whisper as you climb in and dust off your pants. 

“We could say the same thing, troublemaker.”, Eddie teases as he checks you over to make sure none of the glass cut you.

“Come on, you two. Let’s get what we need and get out.”, Steve hisses as he looks around. Pointing towards the counter, you draw the demon’s attention to the swords that were hanging on the wall. “Nice.”

While he and Eddie look over the selection, you scurry towards the clothing in the corner and quickly grab some items before running back to them as the sound of sirens fill the air.

Wrapping Eddie’s arms around your waist, they hurry out the back door, and fly into the night sky just as the police cars skid to the front of the shop.

***

“I miss my sword.”, Steve whines as he swings the one he’s holding in the air. “It had a lot of umph you know?”

“God, baby, I love it when you talk dirty.”, the long-haired demon jokes as the other makes a face at him in joking annoyance. 

“Do I need a weapon?”, you ask as you finish tying the combat boots you grabbed. 

“WE are your weapon.” Steve kneels in front of where you were sitting on the hotel bed and takes your hands in his. “Y/N, I need you to really listen to me here, ok?”

“Ok.”

Eddie sits beside you and tenderly places his hand on your knee.

“This place is extremely dangerous. Now, we know you’re strong and can fight but these creatures here don’t. They will see you as small and weak if they get a good look at you. With this hood here, I’m hoping they won’t take the chance because they can’t clock what type of being you are.” After pulling it over your head, his palm gently caresses your cheek. “You have to listen to what we say without question, no matter what. No attitude and no hesitation. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. If you don’t think you can do that or for one second think you won’t run if we asked you to then we may as well stay here.”

“I understand, Steven. I promise I’ll behave.”

They both gave you a gentle kiss on your lips as Eddie pulled up his hair and handed you Steve’s bat. 

“Even though we’re watching out for you, I think you’d look more intimidating with this.”

“Alright.”, Steve heavily exhales. “Here we go.”

###########

The strong smell of smoke and rain hit your nostrils immediately as you step through the gate your demon created into this new realm. It was nighttime here as well but the city was illuminated with neon lights flashing everywhere. 

“It looks like the city in Bladerunner.”

“Is that the one movie you showed us with Han Solo?”

You nodded as you smiled at Eddie’s question, realizing only now that they had fully transformed into their normal demon skin. 

“Ok, let’s move. Dustin gave me the name of a bar they frequent so we’ll start there. Keep your eyes down, Y/N.”

Doing as he commanded, you followed behind him while Eddie trailed behind you making sure you were safe. There were many different creatures roaming what you would call streets and both demons couldn’t deny that they were impressed how well you were keeping it together. 

A few beings they passed looked like them but some of the others were much bigger and growled trying to intimate you three as you walked past. 

“You two sit and be casual while I take a look around.”, Steve ordered as soon as you entered the building you were looking for. 

Leading you to a table, Eddie sat beside you and carefully placed his arm around your shoulder so he wouldn’t hurt you. 

“How are you doing, sweetheart?”, he whispered, grinning when you confirmed you were ok with a smile of your own. 

You couldn’t help but take in how sexy they both seemed like this as they protected you. Both demons were in a completely new headspace you had never seen from them before and definitely not in this current form. Everything in their demeanor radiated dominance and you never felt safer. 

The sound of glass slamming loudly against your table startled you back to attention as a deep voice slurred words in front of you.

“Hello there. You’re a tiny little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, she’s travel size for demons like me. Now fuck off.”, Eddie snarled as you kept your eyes on the table.

“Who are you? I feel like I know you.”

“I don’t think so because if you did you’d know I’m not someone you mess with.”, he growled slowly rising to his feet. “I’m only going to say it one more time… fuck off.”

The creature in front of him smiles wickedly as he leans forward on his hands. 

“Or what?”

“Or you deal with me.”, Steve responds, yanking the thing backwards away from you both. “He’s a lot nicer than I am so I’m just going to tell you, if you even speak again, I will kill you.”

“Aren’t you the fucker who killed a princess?”, another being asked as he sauntered near the area. “You have a bounty on you.”

“Not anymore. I was cleared.”

“Oh? Well, isn’t that convenient. We didn’t hear that in these parts.” 

As the thing stepped forward again, you stood up and pointed the bat in his direction, a silent warning for him to stay put. 

“Look at that. Little one can handle itself. Maybe, we should take it home and figure out how it ticks.”, someone else threatened. 

You three were surrounded on all sides and Steve realized it too late. It had been a while since he was able to utilize his skills and he was beginning to realize how rusty he had become. 

You caught on to the person before anyone else, your eyes following a small, hooded figure slowly circling around the bar to where you were standing. A smirk painted their lips as red light illuminated from their eyes telling you this was a friend. 

Pulling a device from their pocket, they threw it on the floor, and just as smoke exploded from within, rough hands were suddenly on you, lifting you into the air and flying out the door.

You could hear both your demons flying close behind but not fast enough to catch up. Soaring lower to the ground you were released and strong arms caught you before placing you on your feet. 

“Hello there.”, he grinned. “You really shouldn’t be in this realm. It’s not safe for humans like us.”

“Are you…?”

“Jonathan. Nice to meet you.”, the man greeted, extending his hand which you shook and presented your name. 

Eddie fluttered to the ground first with a knowing smirk of his own on his features. 

“Jonathan. I figured out who it was when they started fighting.”, he smiled as he pointed to the sky where the two demons were battling each other. “Only one other demon knew some of the same moves that Steven did.”

Steve crashed to the dirt with a loud thud as the other demon towered over him with their sword held to his throat. Lifting off their hood, she beamed down at him before offering him her hand. 

“Mike and Dustin said you were looking for me.” Red light shimmered around her as she took a human form and extended her hand out to you. “Hi. I’m Nancy.”

***

 Nancy grinned as she slammed her weapons onto the table you three were sitting around as she took a seat and leaned forward on her elbows. 

“Gotten a bit slow there, huh, pretty boy?”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t had a reason to use my skills in over 3000 years.”

“Hm. So what made you come here? Thought maybe you’d get back in the game or do you just naturally have a death wish?”

“We need your help.”, Eddie cuts in as Steve scowls into the wood in front of him. “You know our kind live fairly long lives but we were wondering—”

“How Jonathan is still around?”, she asks and he nods in response. “Because of this little one I imagine? What’s so special about her, if I may ask?”

“What’s so special about your partner?”

Nancy’s eyes shift towards you at your sassy question before a slow smile spread across her features. 

“Oh ok. I get it now.”

“She saved our lives.”, Steve murmured under his breath. “We love her.”

“We want to be with her for as long as we can.”, the long-haired demon added, reaching for your hand. 

As they spoke, her gaze never left yours making you feel a bit self-conscious. 

“What if I told you what you need requires a sacrifice of some kind?”

“I have nothing to lose except them. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”, you answer.

“What if the sacrifice would be to let one of them go? Would you?”

“Is that an actual requirement or are you just causing problems?”, Steve growled making Nancy smirk.

“No. I would never choose between them. I love them both and I know how much they mean to each other.”

“What if it meant losing your humanity?”, she inquires as she turns to give Steve her attention. “What if what I offer strips her of what makes her who she is leaving someone different behind? Could you handle that?”

“She’s already changed so much since the time we met her till now. She’s not like other humans, Nancy. She’s not weak.”

“If I wasn’t human anymore would they be able to be themselves?”, you ask causing her to swivel her head abruptly back towards you.

“What do you mean?”

“As a human I AM fragile. They can barely even touch me with their natural skin without damaging my own. They spent so much time being hidden and I want them to be able to be themselves as much as possible.”

Nancy nods as she glances towards Jonathan who affirms her gesture and disappears from their kitchen.

“The first time I touched him with my demon skin, I accidently tore some of the flesh off his arm. I cried for days until the wound healed and we always have that scar to remind us how fragile he is even as a slayer with many kills under his belt.”, she sighs, softly smiling towards her boyfriend as he comes back into the kitchen and places a vile next to Steve. 

“It’s a potion. It’s only found in one realm and the woman that makes it doesn’t make it easy to attain. Many slayers go to get this and only one has left with it in hand.”, Jonathan explains as your demon scans the container with his eyes. “I can give you the information but I can’t guarantee you’ll succeed. I’m also giving you this just so you can test it out and see if this potion is worth the trip.”

“What does it do?”, you ask.

“It makes you less…fragile. Just that little bit there will also extend your life for an extra 6 months.”

“Holy shit.”, Eddie exhales.

“Fair warning, Y/N. It may hurt the first time you drink it but once it fully runs through it will stop. You have to remember it’s transforming you so to speak.”

“Also,” Nancy inputs. “The witch that makes this, she’s going to put you through a lot more tougher initiations than the questions I asked so, please…”, she begs as her eyes lock with Steve. “…be prepared. She won’t just test her but you both as well. That’s part of the reason so many fail. It won’t be your swords that save you but your strength in mind. Just keep telling yourself while you’re there ‘she’s all that matters.’”

“And Eddie.”

The demon and her slayer both glance towards Steve as he speaks. 

“Y/N and Eddie are all that matter. Without them, I wouldn’t be here at all let alone in one piece and I’m not letting anyone fucking hurt them.”

Nancy nods as she rises from her seat and the three of you do the same as you head out the front door. 

“We’ll probably be headed out by tomorrow. We’ve already been here longer than we normally are but if you need anything just ask Mike and he’ll get a message to me. I heard you two are finally able to go home. I’m so happy for you. I really am.”

Jonathan lightly tugs on your arm, having you hang back while the demons continue to talk. 

“It’s not an easy test, Y/N. Everything that you’re going to experience will hurt the three of you but if you succeed I assure you it will bring you guys closer together. When we came back home, Nancy was aloof for 3 days. She wouldn’t tell me what she experienced but she said she knew she made the right choice…running away to be with me.”

“What about your experience?”

“A LONG time ago, my brother went missing…kidnapped by demons from another realm. It’s how I fell into this business and do what I do. I was able to bring him home but sometimes I wonder…what if I hadn’t. That was my experience. The worst thing to ever happen to me amplified with my worst fear; not being able to save and protect the beings I love the most.”

“I can understand that.”

“Rumors say you offered to take their place in the stone they had been trapped in. That was very brave of you.”

“Rumors? Where?”, you laugh making him smile. 

“Maeve is a powerful woman everyone respects so when it comes to your circumstances, realms will talk like people in a human office building.”

The three demons watch as you giggle harder, Nancy beaming softly at the man making you happy. 

“She seems nice; strong. I don’t know if she’s strong enough for what you two want but I do hope you make it out of the other side.”

“You have no idea what she’s already been through, Nance. She rid her world of three terrible people to save it, she’s lost both her parents, and spent her whole life basically subservient to people who took her for granted. She deserves this. WE deserve this.”, Eddie attested. 

“When we heard you both were stuck in that stone, Jonathan and I tried to come find you those first 300 years. Every time we got close, Maeve slipped through our fingers. How did she do it?”

“Tricked an all-powerful demon prince into signing up for a life of servitude within a stone for all eternity.” 

“Well shit.”, she breathily laughs. “Be careful, ok?”

Steve nods as he beckons for you to follow so you guys could head home to your world. 

“Thank you, Nancy. We appreciate this.”

“Hey, it’s the least I could do for breaking your heart AND kicking your ass.”

“You didn’t kick my ass.”, he sighs, flicking her a small smile before walking through the portal to your realm with Eddie and you close behind. 

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“I can’t believe this is enough for an extra 6 months.”, the long-haired boy muses as he looks at the little vile. 

Your eyes scan Steve as he sits in a chair in front you both staring absently into the floor. 

“Baby, are you ok?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine. Just a lot to process in one day.”

“Was that hard for you? Seeing her again?”

“No.”

“Liar.”, Eddie teased making Steve roll his eyes. 

“A little, ok Mr. Sass? Jesus. It’s just weird seeing her and hearing her talk. She sounds so different now…harder.”

“I’m sure like you she’s been through so many rough things these past thousand years. Constantly on the move, fighting demons and other creatures, everything she’s been through with Jonathan.”

“What do you mean by that, babe?”

“I mean, you two are tough but you’re also the most emotional creatures I’ve ever met.”, you grin as they chuckle. “She probably feels bad for hurting him still and then add in that he’s a demon slayer in love with a demon. I’m sure that causes problems with people in his circle and I’m also sure she blames herself for that. Just as I’m positive that with everything that’s happened to me and anything that happens in the future you two will blame yourselves.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here Dr. Y/L/N. Just drink this and stop psychoanalyzing.”, Eddie beams playfully as he hands you the potion. 

You exhale slowly, shaking out the nerves as their eyes watch you intensely. 

“I love you both.”, you declare as you knock it back like a shot, cringing at the disgusting taste of bitterness that slides down your throat. 

There’s a moment of silence where no one moves or even breathes as you wait to see what happens. Abruptly, you shout before clenching your jaw and slamming back against the bed behind you.

“Y/N?! What’s happening, sweetheart? Talk to us.”

“B-Burns…burns!”

It felt like lava had replaced your blood as the heat coursed through your veins in your body from head to toe. Both demons held you down to the mattress as you continued to thrash about. 

“Steve. Eddie. Baby, make it stop. It hurts so much please. It hurts.”, you pleaded as tears fell down your face. 

Steve glanced at the other demon helplessly unsure of what to even do. 

“I don’t know how…I…Eddie what do we do? God damn it, Nancy!”

Your movements began to slow before suddenly stopping as your eyes closed and you panted hard like you had just run a marathon. The metalhead quickly hurried to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water before sitting by your side. 

“Come on, pretty girl. I need you to drink this. It’s just water, baby, I promise.”, he cooed when you lazily shook your head. Your other demon placed himself behind you, allowing you to lean against him as he helped you sit up. “Good girl, Y/N. Good. Are you ok?”

“That hurt so bad. I don’t…I don’t even know what to compare it to.”, you cried as Eddie dried your tears with his thumb. “Did it work?”

Pausing for a moment, the demon in front of you changed the skin on his hand to that of his own and carefully continued to caress your face. 

“Holy shit.”, he breathed. “How does that feel? Does it hurt?”

“No…your skin feels…good.”

“Y-You feel good. Fuck. Steve, you have to feel this. Her skin is so soft. We’ve never felt human skin with our own before.”

Steve hesitates before changing his hand as well and running it along your jaw to your chin. 

“Wow.”, he whispers. As his fingers touch your lips, you pucker them out to place a gentle kiss along the tip and a low growl leaves his chest. “Sorry, I just… that felt amazing…”

Their eyes watch you unbutton your pants and push them to the floor along with your panties. 

“Y/N, we don’t have to do anything right now. Why don’t you rest and then—”

“Please, Steven.”, you beg in a small voice that has their cocks strain against their own pants. “I need you both now. I need to feel you here.”, you whimper as you guide his hand between your legs. 

Licking his lips, he pushes his middle finger between your folds, grunting loudly as you feel his mask falter.  

“Edward, baby, she’s so warm.”

Tugging on your legs, Eddie yanks you fully on to your back as they both slide down to your sides and kiss your neck while he guides two of his fingers against your clit applying pressure. 

“And wet.”

“Does it feel that much different?”, you inquire as their tongues run along your flesh fully tasting you.

“Yes.”, Eddie answered in a husky tone that had your pussy clenching. “The best way to describe—fuck—to describe it is like fucking someone raw for the first time.”

“It felt phenomenal before but raw, honey…we can feel everything…and now so will you.”

Traveling between your legs, they lifted them open as wide as they could as both demons fell into your cunt. Steve’s tongue devoured your entrance as Eddie wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves causing you to arch your back as you tried not to scream in pleasure. Their demon mouths clouded your senses as the room spun. Your fingers reached down to play with their hair as you mewled watching them occasionally stop to passionately kiss each other. 

“Change.”, you panted as they ramped you up towards your climax. “Be—mmm—be yourselves.”

They didn’t pause or hesitate this time as red light filled the room and they shifted into their true form. It was a different type of bliss to feel their real hands tightly grasp your thighs or their own skin from their chin or nose graze along your sex. To you it just felt like any other man’s skin instead of the sandpaper esc sharp it was before.  Because they could touch you so freely they were no longer holding back and you were already feeling overwhelmed with their fingers and tongues. You could only imagine the euphoric feeling of their cocks inside you. 

Your legs shook as you came and you watched them with blurry eyes as Eddie thrust his fingers inside of you elongating your high as both demon’s lips mingled together.

Steve panted as he climbed up your body and fell on top of you as he grinded his groin against your heat soaking his pants in your slick. 

“Are you still ok?”, he asks, his forehead pressed against yours. 

“More.”, you beg. “Please. More.”

The bed bounces as he jumps back and tears off his pants while Eddie helps you remove your shirt exposing your naked body before them. Leaning over you, his palms roam your tummy up to your tits, groaning as he kneads them while his thumb plays with your nipple.

You know this is new for them but every little move they make along your skin and frame drives you wild making your need for them amplify. 

“Demon way.” They both freeze in place as their eyes find your glassy ones. “Please.”

“No. I think… that would be too much for you in this state.”, Steve sighed, not even believing his own words. 

“You’re in demon form. True form. I want it YOUR way. I NEED it!”, you whine. You’re not sure if it was the pain of the potion or the potion itself making you feel something you had never felt before but it pushed you into a headspace you hadn’t entered in your entire life. 

When they fucked you the demon way before they said they like the idea of predator and prey; they liked making you theirs. Right now, you felt small in a good, needy way. You felt innocent and naïve, needing them to take care of you and claim you properly; as themselves. 

You felt like you could finally relinquish all your control.

Eddie’s hand came from the side and you mewled in pleasure as his fingers wrapped around your neck. 

“What you need to do is listen, little girl. We don’t want to hurt you. You may be stronger but you’re still human.”

“How will you know what hurts me if you don’t try.”

His partner glances his way with a smirk as Steve lifts your leg over his shoulder and gradually begins guiding his cock into your entrance. His jaw falls open as your back curves up, your hands reaching out to grip Eddie’s wrist that was still around your throat.

“How does she feel, Steven?” The demon doesn’t respond verbally, his palms taking hold of your hips to ground himself as he tries to start off slow. “I asked you something, sweetheart.”

When Eddie released you to grab Steve’s chin, the demon’s eyes opened glowing a bright red that didn’t faze the metalhead at all. 

“Get rid of the attitude, little boy, and answer my fucking question. How does she feel?”

“Good.”, he growled lower than you had ever heard before. “Can’t…”

“Can’t what? Focus on anything other than our girl? Well go ahead. Give her what she’s asking for.”

Using your leg as leverage, Steve slammed his hips into yours causing you and the bed to jostle forward. 

“Fuck! Yes, Steven. Just like that!”

In a haze of bliss, you watched his face scrunch together as he pounded into you, his cock reaching that spot inside you that had you a moaning mess. 

“What about you, pretty girl? How does he feel?”

“So good…I can feel—mmm—him everywhere.”

Eddie groaned as he roughly kisses your lips and you relished in his taste.

Shoving his partner aside, Steve pulls out and effortlessly flips you on to your stomach, pressing your legs together as he slides back in. He doesn’t hold back as his hips thrust aggressively into yours, not caring that the headboard was banging loudly against the wall or that the pillow underneath you was barely muffling your screams that echoed through the room. 

Falling flat against your back, your jaw opens in a silent moan as he ruts into you, wrapping his arms around your front, and placing his palm on one of your breasts.

“Fuck, baby. I’ve never felt anything like this before. You were perfect before but this… Always fucking surprising us.”, Steve grunts in your ear. “Your pussy is fucking tight and warm. I’m gonna—fuck—fill you up so Eddie can watch my cum spill out of this perfect pussy before he fucks her to.”

“Please.”

“That’s right, honey. Beg me.”

“Please, make me cum. I need to feel your cum inside of me, Steven. Oh my…”

As you spoke, he picked up his rhythm, abusing your walls and g-spot with every pump till you felt the rope snap in your belly and you screamed his name as your climax washed over you. 

“That’s a good girl. Good…fucking…girl.” Between each word, he slammed into you till he shudders and releases his seed into your body. 

As he collapsed on to you, you tilted your head as much as you could and were happily met with his lips as he tenderly kissed them before rolling to the side. Eddie suddenly flips you over with ease and grins when you jump as his fingers run between your sensitive pussy lips. 

“Oh yeah. I can feel how good this pussy made him feel. Big boy fucking emptied into you all the way, didn’t he?” Removing his hand, he runs it along your leg, lifting it into the air as he hooks his elbow to the back of your knee and places his other firmly on your tit, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Please.”

As he carefully slides himself into your sex, his forehead leans on to yours as his eyes squeeze shut and you watch him lick his lips before swallowing down a deep, breathy moan. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?”, he whispers. “Steven was right. Y-You feel so…”, Eddie trailed off as he began thrusting steadily into you. 

“Edward, please.”

Growling at the sound of his name falling from your lips, his fingers came down to rub fast circles into your clit as he punched his cock deeper into your cunt.

“H-Harder.”

“You want it harder, princess? Like this?”

Once again the bed shook roughly beneath you but you wanted more. You wanted to absorb everything that was them into you. Now, in this moment, since you could finally feel them with all of your senses as themselves, you knew you would do anything to make it like this forever. 

“Harder!”

You whine at the loss of contact as he pulls himself out of you but it doesn’t last long as he climbs fully on top of you and pins your wrists to the mattress above your head before entering your core again. 

“How’s this, pretty girl? Fuck! We’re going to break the bed tonight, little one.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Steve reached over to grip your throat and placed tender kisses along Eddie’s arms and shoulders. 

 Tears flooded your eyes as the ball dropped and you came hard around him. 

“Yes, baby! Good girl fucking soaking my dick.” His head fell between the nook of your neck and shoulder as he chased his high. After a few more rough thrusts, he warmed your insides as he filled you up. 

Not willing to wait, Steve pushed Eddie back just enough for his cock to fall from your hole and leaned below the demon’s waist to envelope him with his mouth. 

“Fuck.”, the metalhead hisses through his teeth as he winds his fingers through the demon’s hair. “Greedy boy. Wanted to taste her some more? Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not even close to being done.”

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The sun briefly blinds your eyes as it peaks through the now slanted curtain on the window. After blinking out the sleep, you take a quick glance around the room smiling to yourself at the chaos you three inflected. The frame of the bed broke sometime after your fifth orgasm while they were both inside of you and the mattress itself migrated to the center of the room where you guys finally fell asleep. Both the side tables on either side of the bed had been knocked over due to both of your demon’s not paying attention as their arms reached out to maneuver you and themselves around the room. 

Your suitcases and clothes were spread around after falling from their designated areas as Eddie lifted Steve into his arms and made love to him against the wall while you watched from your blissed out spot on the floor. 

As you rested your head against the pillow, your grin grew when you saw both of them still in their demon forms fast asleep with Eddie’s head resting on Steve’s chest. Scooting closer to them, your fingers reached out to tenderly caress their faces.

You couldn’t help but imagine many moments like this for them when they were trapped; them clinging to each other desperately physically and emotionally. It made your heart break at the thought but you were glad they had each other. 

Eddie’s eyes opened first, meeting yours with a small smile.

“Hey princess. You okay?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine. Better than.”

As you answer, your thumb traces his lips up to his cheek and he turns his head into the feeling with a pleasant sigh. 

“What does it feel like for you? Me being able to touch your skin?”

“It’s hard to put into words. As you know our kind don’t get to feel humans like this without the façade so it’s kind of like we had been touching with safety gloves. To actually feel your skin and not just any humans but yours, so soft and incredibly warm…it’s like—”

“Pure. Literal perfection.”, Steve cut in opening his eyes and turning towards you. “Hey.”

“Hi.”, you smile as you move your hand to his own face, grazing your fingertips along his horns. 

“Hmm that to. Demons in our realm don’t touch the things you touch like these. To feel that feels indescribable.”

“Really? I mean, these are all apart of you. I want to feel everything that is you.”

“What does it feel like for you?”, Eddie asked. 

“It feels…almost human. Your skin doesn’t feel jagged like it used to but it almost like someone sanded down the edges you know? Everything else on you tastes like electricity.” You can’t help but blush as they chuckle. “What I mean is like your tongue, your lips, body…just make me feel alive. You guys have always made me see stars when you make love to me but last night…I don’t know. It was like a drug. I didn’t want to stop or let you go. I love you both so much.”

“Well, I guess that answers that then.”, the long-haired demon teases. “We’re going to go get more of this potion.”

The ever present protector of the group exhales as he reaches above him for the information Jonathan gave them before they left. 

“At least we aren’t going somewhere super dangerous this time but I’m a little nervous about what we’ll need to do to get this.”

“Maybe we can find out some more information to prepare. We have time right? It’s not something we need right now.”

“Jonathan said it gave me six more months but he didn’t say how long me being able to touch you guys would last.”

They both laugh as Steve yanks you closer to his side. 

“I’m assume that means you enjoyed last night and want to do it again as soon as possible?”

Tilting your head, you tenderly kiss his lips before doing the same with Eddie. 

“I’d like to do it for the rest of our lives if we can.”

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[iraprince]

Absolutely love the Infodump on Cookie she's so good. however!! I remember you made a trio of characters for this game and were torn about which one to play, then decided the other two could be his attendants.

How are those two, what are they up to?? Have you done much with them in the game so far? (And even if not, wanna give us some tastey information about 'em?)

💜

oooh yes! those two are sir velvet the unsmiling (it/she), and damned-if-i-do/dandy (he/they). let's pull up their art (esp now that i have crispy clean new scans!!! i think i have only ever posted this art as shitty phone pics prior to this)

ANYWAY. it turns out that even though attendants are a built-in part of the noble sweetheart playbook (cookie's title) and you're SUPPOSED to be using them... for me in practice, when i'm actually playing the game, i just keep totally forgetting lmfao!!!! :') rping with my other party members and chasing quests and stuff is so engaging that my brain is totally booked with just being cookie, let alone two additional npcs, so sadly dandy and velvet have not gotten a ton of screentime in the current campaign

BUT that really just makes me eager to one day play them properly in a different campaign, whether that's them each taking their turn as player characters like was originally intended, or when i'm GMing a campaign of my own (i'm trying to write up something for my friends, but i have no idea when it's actually gonna happen bc i'm so busy rip... but when i do, cookie and her attendants will def be npcs)

i honestly don't have MUCH i can say abt them, bc since i haven't played them much i also havent developed them much... i suppose i can give summaries tho!

in terms of vibes velvet is very much like, "guy who is brooding so hard that it stops being mysterious or having any gravity at all and is mostly just making people wonder if she's like? okay?????" like there is only so long you can spend with your back to the rest of the group clenching your fist and muttering to yourself before people just start kind of glossing over it and being like "oh haha that's CLASSIC sir velvet the unsmiling!!!"... mix this with a heady dose of "[nasal voice] UM, you forgot to collect the homework" and somehow you have created a creature ideal for wrangling cookie's effusive elaborate scatterbrained whims, somehow, most of the time. velvet is really similar to a different Brooding Goth Knight character i have wherein my formula is "make a character who looks extremely fucking sicknasty badass, then never ever ever stop making fun of them ever"

dandy is cookie's quartermaster, and so unlike velvet (who's usually assumed to be traveling around with cookie, even if i am constantly forgetting to roleplay that it's doing that) he mostly chills at chateau gorgeous looking after his liege's affairs and making sure the ppl who live there are fed + sheltered + generally taken care of. they are pretty much velvet's exact opposite in terms of temperament; EVERYTHING gets velvet's hackles up, NOTHING phases dandy. i need to be careful bc i am starting to arbitrarily ship them just from typing this. anyway, dandy is largely non-verbal; they're able to speak if really necessary, but they would just rather not, and if there's really no way around it they'd rather just sidle over to cookie and whisper it to her, and then let her communicate whatever they want to say to the rest of the group on their behalf; if cookie's not around, you're just gonna have to figure out how to communicate w him otherwise. which always works out fine bc dandy is very patient and used to getting along in silence!

that's about all i've got rn... i will def post it here if i come up with or draw anything else that's fun tho :) ty for the ask!