#i mostly just did that because i don't want to make you feel like you have to but it'd definitely be welcomed and i'd love to get the-

[svtiddiess]

Nom Nom: The Surprise

Synopsis: Your boyfriend decided to surprise you with not 1 but 3 tiddies for you to nom nom on your anniversary.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader, Mingyu x afab!reader, Wonwoo x afab!reader (yes you read that right)

Genre: smut, established relationship, series

Rating: mature

Word count: 4.5k (grab yourself some popcorn)

Warnings: pet names (daddy, princess, baby), foursome, marking, biting, nipple play, boob fucking, brat!reader, kind of a brat!Gyu, big dick!Gyu, handjob, dom!Cheol, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), posessive!Cheol, aftercare

Note: This is just pure filth, a very fitting end to the series I'd like to believe. This combines these 2 asks together, I hope you enjoy anonies!

Thank you so much to @tomodachiii and @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!

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Seungcheol quirks an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he notices the pictures you're liking on X. The two of you are snuggled up on the couch after a long day, with you mindlessly scrolling through your social media while he quietly observes. Your feed is flooded with photos from their recent concert—mostly of Wonwoo in his stage outfit for their "Water" performance: a grey-toned ensemble with loose-fitting pants, a jacket, and a snug sweater that perfectly highlights his physique, especially his chest.

A subconscious smile tugs at your lips as you like every picture of Wonwoo dressed in that outfit. His tiddies are really out for display for everyone to see (and drool over).

"Wonwoo's been popping up on your feed a lot," Seungcheol mumbles, pulling you out of your daze.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Guess the algorithm thinks I’m really into him," you reply with a teasing grin. "Who knows? I might even make him my bias."

Your words make him pout, and his expression is equal parts adorable and sulky.

"If you do, then I'm breaking up with you," he grumbles with a frown.

"You wouldn't dare," you chuckle. "You're stuck with me for life; you said it yourself."

"Did I, now?" He grins.

"You told me you're gonna marry the shit out of me and then put a bunch of babies in me," you state with a grin. "But then again, I was being split open by your cock at the time, so maybe I misheard it," you tease, making him laugh.

"I did say that I was gonna marry the shit out of you," he mumbles with a smile before kissing you. "And put a bunch of babies in you," he whispers against your lips.

"Can't wait for it," you giggle softly.

"But if you make Wonwoo your bias, I'm cancelling those plans," Seungcheol pouts, his lips forming an exaggerated frown.

You dramatically gasp, clutching your chest like you've just been mortally wounded. "Cancelling our wedding plans just because he's my bias?" you say, feigning shock.

"Not just that. I know you want to bite his chest too—like you did with Mingyu," he states matter-of-factly.

Your jaw drops, leaving you gaping like a fish out of water. "Th-that's not true!" you stammer in defence.

He quirks an eyebrow, clearly seeing right through your weak attempt at lying. Your shoulders slump, and you pout under his knowing gaze.

"Okay, maybe I have the urge to sink my teeth into his…very plump and big tiddies," you admit with a defeated sigh. "But I feel bad because you already let me do it with Gyu, and I know how possessive and jealous you can get," you add, still pouting.

Seungcheol only hums in response, signalling the end of the conversation. He places a soft kiss on the crown of your head before you both settle back into the moment, you scrolling mindlessly through your feed while he stays quietly by your side.

The moment you step into your shared apartment, your hands are all over Seungcheol. The two of you just got back from a romantic date celebrating your anniversary, and now you're eager to continue the celebration in the bedroom.

Your hands wander over his torso before settling behind his neck, pulling him closer as you press your lips against his. He chuckles softly into the kiss, his hands finding their place on your hips, tracing slow, teasing circles.

Slipping your hand under his shirt, you let your nails graze over his abs, earning a low groan from him.

"Wait," he suddenly murmurs, breaking the kiss.

"What's wrong?" you ask with a pout, tilting your head in confusion.

"I have a surprise for you," he says with a mischievous grin. "Go to the bedroom and wait for me."

Excitement bubbles within you as you nod eagerly, heading to the bedroom with anticipation for whatever he has planned.

You sit on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other as you lean back, propping yourself up on your hands. Biting your lip in anticipation, you wait eagerly for Seungcheol to return with your surprise.

The bedroom door swings open, and in walks Seungcheol…with Mingyu and Wonwoo right behind him. Your brows furrow in confusion as you glance at Seungcheol, silently asking for an explanation.

"Cheollie? What's going on?" you whisper nervously.

Seungcheol gives you a reassuring smile. "This is your surprise, princess," he says with a grin. "I know how much you've been wanting to sink your teeth into their chests—ahem—tiddies, so I prepared a little anniversary gift for you." He gestures toward Mingyu and Wonwoo, who are both very clearly ogling you.

"Wonwoo took a bit of convincing, but Mingyu was on board immediately," Seungcheol explains with a smirk. "Of course he was," he mutters under his breath.

"How could I not jump at the chance to see you again?" Mingyu adds with a playful wink, earning a quiet giggle from you.

"I wasn’t sure at first," Wonwoo admits, his lips curling into a smirk, "but after hearing Mingyu rave about his last visit, I knew I had to come and see for myself." His words make your cheeks flush instantly.

"Cheollie, you’re not messing with me, right?" you ask, raising an eyebrow as disbelief and bewilderment wash over you.

Seungcheol steps closer, kneeling in front of you and gently cupping your face in his hands. "Princess, it’s our anniversary, and I wanted to give you something you’ve been wanting for a while now. I’m not messing with you, I promise," he murmurs before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

With a playful smirk, he stands and moves to sit on the couch facing the bed. "Have fun, princess," he says, his tone light yet mischievous as he settles in to watch.

You gulp, glancing up at Wonwoo and Mingyu, who are towering over you with amused smirks. Noticing your nervousness, Seungcheol chuckles from his seat.

"Why don’t the two of you help her relax a bit?" Seungcheol suggests, addressing Wonwoo and Mingyu. The duo chuckles softly before shifting to sit on either side of you, their presence immediately filling the space.

"What about you, Cheollie? What are you going to do?" you ask, your voice slightly shaky as you look over at him.

"I’ll be watching, princess," he replies with a sly smirk. "But don’t worry—I’ll join in when the time is right."

You nod, then turn towards Mingyu, whose large hand cups your face gently.

"Hey, baby, it’s been a while since we last saw each other," Mingyu says with a playful smirk.

You laugh softly at his flirty tone. "It really has, hasn’t it?"

"A little birdie told me you’ve been wanting to leave your mark on Wonwoo’s chest," Mingyu purrs with a mischievous grin.

Your gaze shifts to Wonwoo, and a blush quickly creeps up your face. Noticing your reaction, Wonwoo smirks knowingly.

"All those gym sessions you dragged me to turned out to be worth it, huh, Gyu?" Wonwoo chuckles, casting a playful glance at his friend.

"Wanna take a bite, Y/N?" Wonwoo teases, his tone light but provocative. You nod shyly, nervously biting your bottom lip.

Wonwoo starts to remove his shirt, but Mingyu stops him with a hand on his arm. "If she wants it so bad, then she should be the one taking it off," Mingyu says, his grin widening.

Your face heats up even more at Mingyu’s words, and you instinctively cover your blushing cheeks with your hands, too embarrassed to face either of them. Their amused chuckles only make your heart race faster.

"Go on, baby," Mingyu whispers in your ear, his voice low and tempting like the devil encouraging you to sin. "Since you’re so eager to bite him, take his shirt off yourself."

Biting your bottom lip, you shakily reach for the hem of Wonwoo’s shirt and slowly pull it up and over his head. The sight of his bare torso leaves you speechless. His abs are perfectly sculpted, and his chest is plump and well-defined, begging for attention. You can’t help but stare, practically drooling at the sight.

You could hardly believe it—three men with such voluptuous chests were in your room right now. Wonwoo’s chest was smooth, soft, and plush, a clear indication that he’d only recently started building muscle. Mingyu’s, on the other hand, was firm, sculpted, and sun-kissed, a testament to his years of dedication in the gym. And then there was Seungcheol’s—absolute perfection. You could spend hours worshipping his chest and still never get tired of it. There wasn’t a single thing you’d change about him.

"Well?" Wonwoo smirks, leaning in slightly. "Go ahead, Y/N. Take a bite."

You lean in but pause, glancing over at Seungcheol as you wait for his permission. The sight of you seeking his approval makes his heart swell with love and pride.

"It’s okay, princess. Go ahead," Seungcheol chuckles softly, his voice full of reassurance.

Nodding, you lean in and gently start nipping at the skin, testing the waters. Feeling your teeth dig into the skin, Wonwoo hisses and groans, savouring the pain and pleasure. Hearing his groans, you get bolder and start leaving harsher bites. You drag your tongue over his chest, leaving a trail of saliva over the bite marks, feeling Wonwoo tremble under you.

Behind you, Mingyu starts leaving soft kisses on your neck. You shiver in his hold when his hands start to wander your body. They slowly sneak up your torso and eventually stop at your boobs; his large hand squeezes a boob, eliciting a moan from you. Chuckling at your actions, Mingyu gets bolder; his hands start slowly making their way down your torso—

"Nothing below her hips, Gyu," Seungcheol warns firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Mingyu grumbles in protest but complies, opting to bunch up your dress and slip his hand underneath to caress your bare torso instead. You gasp and shiver at the sensation of his cold hands gliding over your warm skin. Mingyu pauses as his fingers graze the fabric of what you’re wearing underneath.

"I need to take off her dress. Can I?" he asks, glancing at Seungcheol.

"Ask her," Seungcheol replies calmly, gesturing toward you.

Mingyu leans closer, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Can I take off your dress, baby?"

You shyly nod but add with a teasing grin, "Only if you take off your shirt first."

Seungcheol chuckles, clearly amused. "That’s my girl," he says with a proud smile.

Mingyu chuckles, quickly pulling off his shirt to reveal his tan, toned torso. Your eyes trail over his chest, and you can’t help but lick your lips—it’s almost unbelievable how much bigger and more defined it’s gotten since the last time you saw him. Smirking, Mingyu shifts to remove your dress, delicately unzipping it and revealing what you're wearing underneath—a set of white lingerie you prepared for your anniversary.

The moment they see you, all three men freeze, their jaws dropping in unison. Their reactions make you giggle softly.

"I prepared a little surprise for you too, Cheollie," you say with a playful smile. "Do you like it?"

Seungcheol groans, his voice low and raspy. "Fuck, princess, you look absolutely divine." His words send heat rushing to your cheeks, and you giggle bashfully.

"Pretty baby wrapped in a bow just for us," Mingyu purrs, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against your neck, his touch making your heart race.

Wonwoo’s hand glides delicately over your lingerie-clad body, his fingers tracing every curve as his eyes drink you in. You can’t help but blush under the weight of his intense, admiring gaze.

"Like an angel descended from heaven," he smirks, his voice dripping with charm.

You let out a squeal when Mingyu suddenly wraps an arm around your waist and effortlessly manoeuvres you until you’re lying on top of him. Wonwoo shifts to position himself above you, leaving you sandwiched between the two of them.

You wrap your arms around Wonwoo’s neck, pulling him closer as you drag your teeth across his chest, already intoxicated by the feel of him. Meanwhile, Mingyu’s hands roam up and down your torso, his touch sending shivers through you as he plants soft kisses along your neck and collarbone.

Heat blooms within you as their bodies envelop you, their warmth radiating and pulling you deeper into the moment.

"It's so hot," you whine and pant, already feeling a sheen of sweat forming on your body.

Without a second thought, Mingyu immediately unhooks your bra, freeing your breasts and leaving your torso bare. You gasp and shiver as the cold air nips your bare skin. Both Mingyu and Wonwoo moan at the sight of your naked breasts.

"Shit, you're more beautiful than I imagined," Mingyu mumbles, hands quickly moving to play with your breasts. Sucking in a breath, you arch your back and press up against Mingyu's hand.

"Gyu," Seungcheol grumbles in warning, but Mingyu just responds with a mischievous smirk.

Shifting your hands, you place them on Wonwoo's chest and start toying with his nipples. You lean forward and glide your tongue across a bud, causing Wonwoo to let out a string of curses and buck his hips into yours.

Seungcheol lets out a low, warning growl, his brows furrowing as a scowl forms on his face.

"Sh-Shit, sorry, can't help myself," groans Wonwoo.

With a teasing smile, you grind your hips against Wonwoo's, eliciting another growl from Seungcheol.

"Princess…" Seungcheol warns, his tone low and cautious.

"What is it, Cheollie?" you reply, feigning innocence with a playful smile.

"Such a brat," he huffs, shaking his head.

"Fuck, I need to fuck her boobs. Can I fuck her boobs, Cheol?" Wonwoo's voice strains as he pleads.

"Fuck please, please fuck my boobs," you moan, feeling yourself get wetter at the thought of Wonwoo fucking your boobs.

"What the princess wants, the princess gets, right, Cheol?" Mingyu chimes in before Seungcheol can respond.

Seungcheol grumbles under his breath but reluctantly nods in agreement to Wonwoo’s request.

Wonwoo's hands immediately fly to remove his pants and boxers, freeing his cock. He sighs in relief as he pumps himself a few times, prepping himself. He spits on your breasts, lubricating them before holding them together and sliding his cock in between.

The both of you let out a string of groans and whimpers as he starts fucking your breasts. Sticking your tongue out, you suck the tip of his dick every time his cock peeks out. Rolling your eyes back, you moan at the taste of his salty precum coating your tongue.

You slide your hand down Mingyu’s body, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. Laying your hand on his crotch, you gasp; he's huge.

"You're so big, Gyu," you moan.

"Yeah, definitely bigger than Cheol's," Mingyu teases with a smirk, earning an irritated scoff from Seungcheol.

"Yours isn’t the one she’s begging for every night," Seungcheol growls, his tone laced with possessiveness, making Mingyu chuckle in amusement.

"Wanna feel my cock, baby?" Mingyu purrs.

"Please," you whine, desperate to feel his cock in your hands.

"Go on, then. Make me feel good with your hands," smirks Mingyu.

Mingyu removes his pants and boxers, and the both of you moan when you wrap your hand around his dick. You drool at the feeling of his heavy cock in your hands. Collecting some precum from his leaking tip, you start moving your hands up and down his big shaft. You quicken your movements, drawing a groan and a string of curses from Mingyu.

The whole moment feels surreal to you—Wonwoo on top of you fucking your boobs whilst you're jerking off Mingyu, who's below you. The room fills with moans, whimpers, and groans, accompanied by the sound of wet squelches, but the three of you are far too lost in the moment to pay them any mind.

"Shit, I’m close. You almost there, Gyu?" Wonwoo mutters breathlessly.

"Yeah, almost," Mingyu strains, his voice tense.

"Fuck, yes. Please cum on me!" You moan. "Paint me with your cum!"

Your words draw simultaneous curses from them as they reach their climax together—Wonwoo painting your boobs with his cum whilst Mingyu stains your hand and hips with his.

All three of you take a moment to catch your breath.

"Princess, you still haven’t marked Gyu’s chest," Seungcheol’s voice cuts through the silence.

You giggle as Wonwoo shifts aside, giving you space to move and straddle Mingyu. He then takes a seat next to Seungcheol, still completely bare, spreading his legs as he watches you with a smirk.

Resting your hands on Mingyu's shoulders, you throw your legs on either side of him, straddling his naked body. With a teasing smile, you start grinding on his semi-hard dick, drawing a groan from him. His hands shoot up to your hips, holding you in place and preventing you from moving. You glance up at him with a pout, frustrated that he’s holding you still.

"Give me a second to recover, baby," he breathlessly chuckles.

You scowl at him before leaning forward and marking his chest. You trail your tongue across the muscle before sinking your teeth into it and gently sucking on the flesh. Mingyu groans and throws his head back. Smirking against his skin, you start rocking your hips back and forth, making him moan out loud.

"Fuck baby, gonna cum if you keep that up," he groans.

His words only encourage you further, and you begin biting and grinding harder. His hand grips the back of your head, pulling you closer to his chest. You smirk against his skin, then bite down harder. Circling a nipple with your tongue, you take the bud into your mouth and start sucking.

"Shit, shit!" He curses.

His eyes roll back, and his mouth goes agape as he cums once again—your stomach getting coated with his seeds. He rests his forehead against yours as he comes down from his high, his breath mingling with yours.

He gently cups your cheek and softly caresses it with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You know, baby, it's only fair that I get to mark you too," he whispers against your lips.

Seungcheol growls in protest, but Mingyu responds with a devilish smirk, clearly unfazed by the warning.

With a firm grip, Mingyu grabs the base of your neck and tilts your head up, granting himself clear access to your chest. He leans forward and starts licking Wonwoo's cum off of your chest. Your mouth goes agape, and you moan at the sensation of Mingyu's tongue gliding across your skin.

Your breath hitches when you feel his teeth sink into your skin. He leaves relentless marks on your breasts, streaks of purple and red quickly blooming across your skin. His hand sneaks behind your torso and pushes you even closer to him, practically smothering him with your breasts.

"Your boobs are perfect. I could do this forever, baby," he murmurs against your skin, making you giggle and whine softly.

A sudden tug pulls you away from Mingyu, and you find yourself pressed against Seungcheol. Mingyu looks up in surprise, huffing in protest, only to be met with Seungcheol’s smug smirk.

Without missing a beat, Seungcheol pushes Mingyu back down until he’s lying flat, earning a sharp curse from him. He effortlessly manoeuvres you, positioning you on top of Mingyu, facing him, while Mingyu's hands settle on your waist, holding you firmly in place.

He leans in close, his lips hovering just above yours. "Did you have fun marking them, princess?" he asks with a smirk.

You bite your lip, grinning playfully. "So much fun, daddy," you tease, earning a low chuckle from him.

"Well then," he murmurs, his voice laced with teasing, "it’s my turn to get a taste." With that, he closes the gap, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. His hand trails down your torso, stopping at the waistband of your panties. He gives them a teasing tug before letting them snap back, drawing a gasp and a soft whine from you.

"Daddy," you whine and pout, drawing a chuckle from him. He drags his finger across the wet spot that's formed on your panties, causing you to squirm in place.

"Look at how wet you are, princess," he chuckles as he rubs your core.

"Cheollie, please. Don't tease," you whine.

"Normally, I don't like anyone else seeing what's mine, but tonight I'll make an exception," he smirks, gripping your face gently but firmly with one hand.

He slowly peels your panties off, revealing your glistening core to the three men. You could hear Wonwoo and Mingyu curse under their breaths at the sight of your dripping pussy.

"So wet I don't even need to prep you," Seungcheol chuckles before plunging two fingers into your needy hole.

"Daddy!" You yell as Seungcheol's fingers relentlessly thrust into you.

A shattered moan escapes your lips as his fingers press against that spongy spot inside you. Seungcheol smirks, relentlessly targeting it, pulling more broken moans and soft sobs from you. You're so wet that your juices drip out of your hole onto Mingyu below you.

Seungcheol leans in, dragging his tongue in a slow stripe from your navel to your collarbone, sending a shiver through your body and drawing a soft whine from your lips. If it weren’t for Mingyu’s firm hold on you, you would have fallen off long ago.

He then shifts his focus to your breasts, sinking his teeth into the same spots Mingyu had marked earlier, reclaiming his territory with a possessive intensity that only Seungcheol could exude.

You can feel yourself edging closer, the tension in your stomach tightening. Your moans grow whinier and more desperate, and Seungcheol smirks, clearly aware that you're almost there.

He moves next to your ear and whispers. "Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers, princess."

His words push you over the edge, and you climax around his fingers, Mingyu groaning under you at the sight of you coming undone on top of him. Your cum stains your thighs and Mingyu below. A soft whine escapes your lips as Seungcheol removes his fingers from you. He licks your cum off of his fingers and hums.

"Mhm, as sweet as always," he grins.

Seungcheol suddenly grabs your arms and pulls you up, pressing you tightly against his chest.

"Off the bed, Gyu," he commands, his voice firm. Mingyu grumbles in protest but obeys, reluctantly climbing off and settling next to Wonwoo.

With you now in his arms, Seungcheol gently lays you down on the bed, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before pulling back with a smirk.

"Saving the best for last, princess," he teases, his voice dripping with confidence as he strips off his clothes.

Your jaw drops, and you can’t help but stare. No matter how many times you see it, Seungcheol's sculpted chest always leaves you utterly breathless.

"How about you mark me whilst I fuck you, hm?" He grins.

"Please, daddy," you beg—the urge to sink your teeth into his chest growing with every passing second.

With a soft chuckle, he leans in, hovering over you with his forearms braced on either side of your head, caging you in. Without hesitation, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his chest is pressed against your face.

"Always so impatient," he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice.

With ease, he slides into you, drawing a groan from both of you. He gives you a moment to adjust before starting to pound into you. You waste no time, eagerly marking his chest with hurried kisses, nips, and bites, leaving a trail of love across his skin.

The air feels thick and heavy, the smell of sex permeating the room. Your mind feels hazy, as though you're drifting weightlessly, lost in a euphoric daze. It's as if you've touched heaven and returned. Every thought is consumed by Seungcheol—just Seungcheol. In this moment, he is your entire world, and nothing else exists.

"Pussy was made for me. This pussy is mine, right princess? Perfect. All mine. You're all mine," he grunts in between thrusts.

"Yours, all yours. I'm all yours," you choke out, drooling all over his chest.

"Mine, mine, mine," he chants as he drills into you.

From the corner of your eye, you see both Mingyu and Wonwoo stroking themselves and staring at you intensely as you get fucked by Seungcheol. Their movements mimic the pace of Seungcheol's thrusts—as if they're imagining it's them who's fucking you instead of your boyfriend.

Without warning, Seungcheol grabs your legs and effortlessly drapes them over his shoulders, folding you in half. The new angle has your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open as he fills you completely. Stars dance in your vision, and any attempt to mark his chest turns into messy kisses and sloppy bites. Your mind is too far gone to focus on anything else.

"Fuck, I'm close," grunts Seungcheol, and with a few more thrusts he fills you up with his seeds.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," you sob out, tears running down your cheeks.

Your entire body trembles as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your vision goes black, your breath catches, and you're consumed by the most intense orgasm of your life.

When you come to, you find yourself wrapped snugly in Seungcheol's arms under a fluffy blanket.

"Ch-Cheollie?" you croak, your voice raspy from earlier.

"Hey, princess. Here, drink some water first," he says softly, bringing a cup to your lips. You gratefully sip from it, feeling the cool liquid soothe your throat.

"What happened?" you ask once you've finished drinking.

"You passed out after you came," he explains with a teasing grin. "I cleaned you up and kicked Wonwoo and Gyu out."

His words make you giggle. You nuzzle your nose against his cheek and plant a soft kiss there. "Thank you for the anniversary gift, Cheollie," you say sweetly.

"Anything for you, princess," he replies with a warm smile, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

A peaceful silence settles over you, the comfort of his presence wrapping around you like the blanket.

"So… about next year…" you murmur mischievously, breaking the quiet.

Seungcheol turns to you with an exasperated look.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" you laugh, enjoying his reaction. "Your tiddies are the only ones I need, I swear!"

"Good. It better stay that way," he grumbles, pouting slightly.

You chuckle and suddenly lean down to nip at his chest, making him yelp in surprise. He looks at you, utterly appalled, while you dissolve into giggles and bury your face against his chest.

With a resigned sigh, he wraps his arms tightly around you, smothering you against his chest with a soft chuckle. Content and surrounded by his warmth, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, utterly at peace. (Truly living the dream).

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[wemlygust]

Agree to disagree, I suppose, but at least it sounds like it lead you to Le Guin afterwards, even if only out of spite. There are worse outcomes :) The Left Hand of Darkness is my favorite of hers. I actually do have some pretty major issues with it, but I also accept this because her willingness to write books that are philosophically opinionated on every level, and about multiple topics, is part of what makes them great in the first place. Even where I disagree with her, it's usually (though certainly not always) thought-provoking anway. The books end up so dense, satisfying and crunchy. And her worldbuilding and descriptions make everything feel so real and vivid in my mind's eye, as it were. It's like. She writes books around a strong theme To Make a Point, but she does so at such a complex and in-depth level that it comes off as interesting instead of preachy. I wish more writers did the same. So often, it feels like most writers that want to Make A Point just say, "Thing Bad", or "Other Thing Good", and just stop there. No nuance! No depth! Psh. (though tbh sometimes I will enjoy these books too... if I agree with them.) Also, I have mad respect for the fact that Le Guin included social speculation in her scifi - speculation about what society and culture might be like in the future, instead of only about what technology might be like - at a time when that was rare as flying pigs. Most scifi writers of her day seemed to think that the (American/European) social status quo was perfect and eternal, *especially* with regard to gender, and Le Guin threw all that riiiiight out the window (big fan of that). Although, Wizard of Earthsea is quite different in many ways than her denser scifi novels. I always remember enjoying it, but the details of the plot and characters don't stick in my mind well, to be honest. Wizard of Earthsea, to me, is memorable mostly for the vibes, and more specifically for the prose. Anyway, to be fair, it's been a while since I saw Tales from Earthsea. I do remember it as being a very traditional kind of fantasy story - in a way that most Ghibli films are not, admittedly - but that's not a negative for me if it's done well. I definitely remember the visuals as being beautiful, though. But again, yeah, much more traditional fantasy vibes than other Ghibli stuff. But beautiful! To me, at least.

for a while i was saying spirited away was overrated and not even the best ghibli nyehh but ive been thinking about it and i think it might be one of the greatest films ever made. it has weirdly impeccable & airtight screenwriting for a miyazaki, i don't think there's a scene that doesn't move the plot forward in some important way or develop the broader themes. i get why its the one that crossed over, like its surreal and abstract but the plot outline is just a million bucks

[munsonsmixtapes]

Hi! I'd love to request vampire eddie x fem reader kinda night owl.

She doesn't like to wake up early and she lives mostly at night. These two are a perfect match for each other in terms of lifestyle, because they do everything together at night. Reader finally doesn't feel lonely because her friends go to bed at night, and only then does she start living. The same with Eddie being vampire and avoiding sun.

Literally soulmates baking together cookies at 4 am 💜

As a night owl myself, I approve this message.

There's a tapping on your window and you don't even have to look to know who it is. Your boyfriend has a habit of using the window to get into your house when you gave him a key months ago. You wave him in from your desk and his hands move to open the window that you've left cracked just for him and he climbs inside with ease before closing the window back.

Eddie then makes a beeline for you, spinning your desk chair around until you're facing him. He then lifts your chin and presses a kiss to your lips before shedding his jacket and throwing himself onto your bed, making himself comfortable amongst your many pillows.

You join him and he's quick to pull you into his arms, peppering your face in kisses like he hasn't seen you in days even though he saw you just yesterday. You laugh as he does this and it's music to his ears.

You've finally found someone can stay up with you no matter what time it is. All of your friends go to bed far before you do and it's gotten lonely to not have someone to talk to in the early hours of the morning. But now you have Eddie who's never one to deny a late night conversation or an early morning snuggle.

"I got the stuff," you tell him once he pulls away and his honey eyes light up as he sits up, bringing up with him.

"You did?" He asks. "Why didn't you lead with that?"

He pulls you to your feet and drags you down the stairs and to the kitchen where, sure enough, all of the baking supplies you had promised you'd buy is all laying out on the counter, ready for the two of you.

You pull up the recipe he sent you and preheat the oven while Eddie grabs aprons for the two of you, tying yours at your back while you read off the recipe before he goes to turn on some music.

You spend the rest of the morning baking and singing along to whatever playlist Eddie's put on, him pulling you in for dances while your treats are in the oven. And it's then that you think to yourself that you wouldn't want to do this with anyone else.

[skelleste]

2024 Art Summary

A selection of art from the past year. You can find a little about each image below.

Happy New Year (Again!)

Just like last time, it's time for another self-indulgent end-of-year post. A lot of things happened and unfortunately I don't feel that I made as much art as I did last year. I got bombarded with people asking me for art trades when I opened them last winter and I still haven't done most of them. I'm used to only a few randos that I mostly turn down requesting them, but having a bunch of friends ask all at once was a bit unexpected. If you're still waiting, I haven't forgotten and will make it eventually. Unfortunately I have the "I shouldn't draw for myself until I do my owed art" mentality most of the time and it just results in doing absolutely nothing because, quite frankly, I often don't want to draw other characters more than I want to draw my own. I'm going to have to be extremely selective about art trades going forward. I also moved this year for the first time ever, and that threw a big wrench in the works. The reason I moved so soon was because my insane sister was moving back in. She threatened to poop in my brother's bed (she's 22) and threatened both of us with violence and my parents were like "yeah that's fine". So uh, yeah, goodbye to living that sweet, sweet, chimpanzee lifestyle. All of that aside, I still made plenty of things, and I'll talk about a few of them here.

January

Some of the last comic panels I worked on before the art trade fiasco put working on the comic to a halt for almost a whole year. These are sketches, but the whole page is done now, of course. This was probably the most time-consuming panel so far, as I had to draw an indoor scene with 9 characters (technically 10 if you count Scott twice). I'm not sure if any of the panels that I have yet to work on will surpass this one in amount of time needed. There's a reason I made this one of the first scenes on the laundry list.

February

The first art trade. I had the pleasure of drawing Mumbo, Jumbo, Balder, and Dash for Chalkrub. I don't feel too great about the background, with its wonky perspective and odd colors, but everyone seems to like how it turned out anyway. It's my third most popular piece of art on this whole site as of writing this.

March

I made this for no reason other than I wanted to draw something edgy for edgy's sake. It had been a while since I made any art of this nature, and Ferdinand is my go to OC for it. My taste in art is not the same as what I draw. I make what I do because it's more about the enjoyment of the process than the aesthetic appeal of the final piece. When I focus on personal aesthetic appeal, I end up not drawing for 9 months at a time because I hate injuring my hand on inking all the time. So if you're some edgy artist and ever wondered why the fuck a cartoon shitposter extraordinaire follows you, there you go.

April

Another art trade, this time for 888goober888 on DeviantArt. A perfect example of a classic case of the eternal false promise "yeah I'll just finish this detail and then be done." And then there's 3,000 brushstrokes worth of individual grass blades. Tee hee.

May

This was a painting I started, and then put down because it was awful to work on, and then I picked it back up weeks later and finished it. The miseries I suffer for not trusting the process. It was a backburner project for a backburner project, which is the website. This painting is now the homepage background, ready to greet all visitors to my nonsense.

June

Commission for Porcumoose. I get the standard array of OC types in my commissions, because every client wants something different from the last. This time I felt very fortunate to draw something I personally like, and I this was my favorite commission from the whole year. This is my way of saying to the public at large "Please pay me to draw more spooky shit please please please".

July

Art Fight month again. I was planning on attempting longest chain with a friend, but he fell ill and we cancelled that plan. I decided to do a slow art year instead, which means fewer attacks with higher quality. My personal favorite from fighting for Team Stardust was this attack, Osireon (a fanmade eeveelution) for Sqveel. Thank you to everyone who attacked me! I always appreciate every single one. Next year is the big 10 year, and I plan on making it special.

August

August always begins with a week-long break from art for me, simply to rest after Art Fight. I also had a week-long vacation shortly thereafter, so half of my month was already spoken for. I had also started the process of moving and lost even more time to that. I can't recall exactly what all I made during then because it was very little, but one of them was certainly catgirl Maudlin. Here she is in all her glory.

September

This is when I moved, and I did not have access to the internet on my computer for a little while. I also spent much of my available drawing time working on a commission, so this was another month where I made very little for myself and cannot recall what little there was. Scatterbrain pineapple is going to teach you French while I jog my memory with blunt force and drywall.

October

Alright, now we're talking. On a whim I decided to participate in Goretober, because I couldn't stop thinking of stupid slapstick ideas and I thought someone scrolling through the tag and seeing this stupid shit randomly in the mix was funny. I was correct. I have one last prompt that I'll get to when I get to it, but aside from that one, this was my favorite drawing from the season. I think I've raised the bar on my own cursed content.

November

After Goretober, I took a break from regular drawing and leaned in favor of website progress. I made a handful of long-needed art assets, animated a custom cursor, created directories for future comic releases, and more. There is still much more to do, but a lot of the necessary code is sorted out.

December

Fuck those art trades (respectfully). I'll do them when I do them. I started working on the comic again for the first time since last February and I've already got a few more pages done. I don't really publicly talk about the comic very much, and yet I'll have random people take interest in the characters, the site, the prospect of a comic coming into existence, etc. and so I should really get on that. As much as the trades have been delayed, this is a project that was started much earlier and honestly could've been done by now if I didn't have to live for so long with people who are blasé about abusing each other. It needs to be completed.

These are just a small selection of my artworks throughout the past year. If you would like to see more, then you can peruse the blog. It's been my goal to get the comic done for the last two years, and we're going on year 3 now. Same old, same old. You'll see more art from me soon. I hope your new year is fruitful and full of peace. See you in 2025.

2023 || 2022

[jjmbbg]

"New Year"

cw: beau arlen x fem!reader, fluff, suggestive language, kissing, alcohol consume, just cuties.

happy new year guys!!

(pics from pinterest)

The weather was certainly cold, but the interior of your house was a protective blanket that generated enormous peace in the two of you. You smiled softly when Beau slid next to you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.

"You want some more?" he offered you some sparkling wine from the bottle, tilting it towards your cup that you also tilted. "Y'know? This is nice."

"Yeah? What's nice?" you chuckled, taking a short sip of your glass, leaning your body on him after leaving your glass of wine on the coffee table.

"This. You and me. This dinner and some sparkling wine," Beau smiled, kissing your temple softly, lips lingering on your skin sweetly. "I could stay like this forever, holding you in my arms."

You raised your head, looking into his gorgeous green eyes with that characteristic mischievous glint, mixed with the love and tenderness that he has felt since he met you, and smiled again, leaning to kiss his soft lips once, then twice, then thrice—and more and more and more times—hearing him laugh at your sweet little kisses.

"Hey, hold on sweetheart, you gonna wear out my lips," he teased you, pulling you to give you another kiss, this one longer, with a not-so-hidden touch of desire. "And certainly you love when I use my lips on ya," Beau wiggled his eyebrows in amusement, one of his hands caressing your thigh gently beneath your skirt.

"Well, not my fault they're calling my name," you teased him back, your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling his face closer, giving him more pecks as if it were breathing. "Besides, you like 'em."

"Yeah, I do."

You both finished the remains of the dinner, then went outside of his trailer, sitting in a small armchair by the door, looking at the starry sky. Beau took a blanket and wrapped it behind you two, arm resting on your shoulders once more, letting you rest your head on his own shoulder.

"Are you the type of person who makes New Year's resolutions and such?" you asked softly, turning your head a little from the sky above you to the green sky of his eyes.

Beau thought about it, scratching his chin a little, but after a few seconds, he shook his head.

"It's the first time I celebrate New Year's in like… years," he laughed softly at its redundancy. "Since Emily spent the vast majority of the holidays with her mom, I stopped celebrating several things, I assume because I didn't want to feel so empty. So, no, I don't feel like I need to make lists of New Year's resolutions, they're all mostly the same."

You hummed in response, understanding his answer. You really did.

"But," he continued, turning his head towards you and gave you the biggest, sweetest smile and kissed your forehead softly. "Now that I'm with you, I wouldn't mind having the purpose of being with you for the rest of the year, and the next one, and the next one."

You giggled at his words.

God. Was this man real? He was a sappy bastard, and he held you in the palm of his hand, with his cheesy lines.

"God, I love you so damn much," you told him, giving him a soft kiss on his lips.

The kiss was interrupted by the music of the radio next to them, then the voice of the announcer, expressing thanks to the community, etc., etc., where what stood out the most was soon the typical countdown.

23:59:52

Beau smiled at you.

23:59:53

You smiled back at Beau.

23:59:55

He cupped your cheek gently with his hand.

23:59:57

You cupped his face with yours.

23:59:58

He kisses you. You kissed him back.

00:00:03

You started a new year kissing each other's lips. His touch was gentle, soft, caring. He still couldn't believe that a woman, beautiful and strong like you, was with a guy like him, boring and with dad jokes ready for every occasion. One of your hands trailed down his cheek to his shoulder as you broke apart the kiss, seeing his face illuminated by fireworks in the distance.

Your heart skipped a beat, his face has always been beautiful, you've seen pictures of him when he was younger, and… God… Beau is just gorgeous, and there aren't even the right words to explain it.

"Happy new year," he whispered, his green gaze fixed on your eyes, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. Oh, fuck, he was so gentle, how did you get so lucky? "Love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Beau," you replied back, kissing him once more, deepening it, expressing your love and gratitude for having him with you, for being with him at that moment. "So, so much," you whispered against his mouth, clutching the fabric of his shirt.

This was the way you wanted to start the year, loving the man of your dreams, being in his arms, and never letting him go.

[lynnaredfield3383]

Not my characters. Swearing, vomiting (due to stress). **Before the war fem reader & Bakugo were soulmates until Bakugo rejected her & their bond was broken.** The war is over & the soulmate marks are gone, but Bakugo won't let her go.**

"No!!!"

You sat up in bed, covered in sweat. A moment later, you were up and running to the bathroom.

Emptying the contents of your stomach for what felt like hours, you never heard the door open. You jumped when you felt the warmth of his hand against your back.

Knowing it was him made the hot tears fall faster, and your stomach violently released the last of the bile it held. A tissue appeared in front of you, and you took it. Wiping your mouth, you shut the lid. You laid your arms on the lid and then your head on your arms. Your eyes were closed because you didn't want to see him, and you were ashamed.

"You can't sleep in here."

"I'm fine," your voice hoarse and unfamiliar.

"I'm right here, ya know? I'm not dead."

How did he think that would help? Of course, you knew he wasn't dead. Of course, he was right there because even though he didn't want you he wouldn't leave your fucking life.

"I know, idiot. You can leave, I'm fine."

Your voice sounded as shitty as ever, and you knew you were far from fine, but if he would just go away, you could crawl back to your bed.

"M'not goin' anywhere, dumbass."

You felt his strong arms lift you up as though you weighed nothing. You kept your eyes closed because you didn't want to look at him.

The selfish bastard laid you down and settled behind you, his arms enveloping you. He pulled up the blankets over both of you. He didn't care how much it broke you to be near him. He didn't care how much you hurt at the sight of him. He didn't care how you'd lost a piece of yourself when he had died. Even momentarily.

"Please go. I just. I need you to go, please."

You sounded weak and pathetic, but that should have been enough to get rid of him.

Bakugo pulled you closer to his chest as you sobbed softly. His hands landed on your hip, and he could feel the difference in your curves. Mostly gone in only a few months.

He wasn't an idiot. He'd seen how you started wasting away after the war. How your shine for life and bright outlook slowly diminished every day. Bakugo wasn't the only one that noticed, but he was the only one who wouldn't give you space. He made sure you ate whenever he was around. He made sure you worked out and kept up with your studies.

Plenty of your classmates wanted to know why, especially after he rejected your soulmate bond. Bakugo had tried to figure it out himself, but he couldn't. Anytime he tried to distance himself, he became unbearable to everyone around him. All he could think about was you and being near you. Some would say the bond still remained, but it didn't. The day Bakugo told you, "Never gonna happen." The soulmate mark disappeared from his wrist first, then moments later yours.

"I can't. I won't leave you like this."

You wanted to hit him, maybe even use your quirk on him, but you just sobbed into your pillow. Didn't he realize he was destroying you?

"Why not? You never wanted me when we were soulmates."

Bakugo's chest tightened, and he knew he deserved every blow you gave no matter how low. He would take every one of them because deep down, he would do anything to be your soulmate again.

"Shh. You need to sleep and tomorrow you're gonna eat every fucking thing I put in front of you."

At this point, your body was shutting down, and you had no say on whether you passed out or continued fighting with him.

"You're not my soulmate anymore. Just go."

Bakugo moved his lips to your ear.

"I don't hafta be your soulmate to love you, idiot. Now close your fucking eyes and sleep. Please, Y/N."

Why was he so cruel? How could he say he loved you when it was clear he hadn't ever felt that way.

"Fuck you Katsuki Bakugo. Fuck you for hurting me and making me weak."

Bakugo chuckled, your fire coming back, and that meant you were going to be okay.

"I love ya too, brat."

You cursed him softly as you slipped into an exhausted slumber.

[whoops-all-jennas]

Look Who's Inside Again - j.o.

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

"Try making faces, try telling jokes making little sounds."

Summary: This is your first time playing a major role in a movie and it's intimidating. Jenna comforts you after you hide away in your trailer.

a/n: y/f/m means your favorite media. movie, book, anime, video game, whatever.

The muted sound of everyone talking fills my ears as I zone out. The first few days on set are being used to get the cast adjusted to each other. I've never had such a major role before in a big movie, to say I'm nervous is an understatement.

I already have trouble talking to people normally, how am I supposed to talk to celebrities? Especially when they're the ones approaching me. Shouldn't it be the other way around?

"Y/n?" A voice enters my head, my head perking up at the mention of my name. I meet my eyes to Jenna's. "Are you okay?"

"I uh, yeah I'm doing good." I force a smile before looking to the side, avoiding her gaze. I have never felt more parasocial in my life. How am I supposed to hold a conversation with these people, especially Jenna, when I feel like I already know too much about them and they know nothing about me.

The main cast consists of four people. Jenna Ortega, Finn Wolfhard, Wyatt Oleff, and I. It's one of those horror movies where it's a group of teenagers investigating something where they should die because of it, but we all know they won't because it's a movie.

"So are you excited? This is your first major role right?" I turn towards the voice to meet Finn. "This could be a big debut for you."

"Yeah I'm excited." I grab my arm, holding myself and taking up as little space as possible. "I'm mostly nervous though, a lot can happen."

I feel Jenna's gaze on me, so I turn to look at her to find a look of curiosity in her eyes. "It can be intimidating, but you can do it. I believe in you." Jenna's genuine smile meets my uncertain face.

Jenna saying 'I believe in you' repeats in my head like a metronome. This somehow makes me feel more nervous and also safer at the same time.

I just don't want to embarrass myself in front of these people, especially Jenna.

It seems the conversation continued while I was in my head. Everyone's eyes were on me expectingly. Did they ask me something?

"Sorry, what'd you guys say?" I ask, Finn and Wyatt look at each for a moment with a face that I can't tell is annoyance or uncertainty. "It wasn't important." Wyatt states.

That feeling of safety is now gone, my heart beating at a thousand miles an hour.

Was it important?

I feel my legs start to shake from the nerves, as if I could fall at the slightest inconvenience.

The nervousness replaced with anxiety and uncontrollable thoughts. 'Did I already blow it before I did a single scene? Does everyone think I'm annoying? That I'm distant?'

I find Jenna's worried gaze on me yet again, causing me to look at the ground for a moment before trying to keep eye contact with the main cast and failing. "I'll be back."

I quickly find myself walking to my assigned trailer, my pace faster than usual. When I finally find myself inside, I close the door pushing my back against it before sliding down. I sit there with my knees to my chest and head in my arms wrapped around my legs.

I already decorated my trailer to procrastinate on meeting the others. I tried my best to make it feel like home, bringing posters and collectibles from different pieces of media I enjoy. The blinds are closed, blocking the light sure, but also separating the trailer from the set.

Luckily, I also brought some string lights to hang across the ceiling. I don't know if I could handle the harsh florescent lights my entire time here.

I take a moment to try to take control of my breathing, doing the breathing exercises I've been instructed since I was little.

I'm interrupted with knocking on the door I'm leaning on. I stand to open the door to find Jenna Ortega on the other side. I still can't believe I'm seeing her in person and on talking terms.

Well, if I ever actually try to talk to her that is.

"Hey, I just wanted to check on you. It seemed like something was wrong." Her worried yet genuine glance meets mine.

"I'm- I don't know." I cut myself off to stop myself from lying, biting my bottom lip.

Jenna looks past me for a moment. "Can I come in?"

I nod, opening the door more and taking a step back. Jenna walks past me, she's wearing this nice perfume that fills the scentless trailer.

She looks around, admiring the decorations. "I like the string lights, I can't handle the florescent lights they use in these."

I close the door before approaching the built in couch. "Thanks, I actually wasn't aware of them until I got here. Luckily, I brought them from home by chance."

Jenna turns, taking the seat next to me. "Do you wanna talk about what's wrong? I understand if you don't want to."

"I-"

I cut myself off again, unsure what to say. "I don't know."

My heart is still beating to the bpm of flight of the bumblebee.

Jenna gives me a genuine smile, trying to make me feel comfortable, before glancing around the room again. Her eyes linger on the merchandise of different medias.

"How about we talk about media we like?" Her genuine gaze meeting mine. "I'll start, I really like Breaking Bad. It's kinda a guilty pleasure of mine."

My eyes slightly light up.

"I also really like Breaking Bad." I say, trying to reflect her genuineness. "I really like the character development and how much they change throughout the story."

Jenna scots a little closer. "I know right?! it's so good!" She seems so interested in the conversation.

She looks into my eyes with a smile. "Now it's your turn."

I look around the room for a moment, unsure what I should say. For a lot of my life I was told I can get annoying when I delve into my interests. It's like whenever I start talking about it I can't stop.

I don't want her to think I'm annoying, but I also don't want to tear down all the work she did to try to get me comfortable.

"I really like y/f/m, I just love the universe that they made so much and the characters." I start speaking, pausing for a moment to read Jenna's expression.

She is smiling and has this look in her eyes, like a genuine interest in what I'm talking about. My eyes feel like an open door as she looks into them.

"You can keep talking, I was listening." Her smile somehow becomes more genuine, causing a smile to creep up on my face.

For the past few minutes Jenna let me ramble about y/f/m. I soon realize I've likely been rambling for way too long "I'm sorry, I didn't realize how long I was talking." My smile fades, turning to embarrassment in an instant.

"What, no it's okay." She puts a hand on my knee comfortingly. "I was interested in what you were talking about."

I look at her eyes, her genuine eyes complimented with her genuine smile.

She is just so genuine.

"Are you sure I'm not being annoying?" I ask, insecurity laced in my voice.

She nods to me, her smile fills my heart.

I'll never get over the way she looks at me. As if she's actually interested in the conversation, interested in who I am.

I find myself looking down to the couch cushion, hiding my face. Soft gentle sobs start to escape my body, my shoulders slightly shaking.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jenna scots closer, her hand gently grabbing my unstable shoulders.

I sniffle before getting my head up, revealing my glossy eyes and a few tears. My head feels like a boulder, trying to keep it lifted on top of my shoulders.

I shake my head with a smile. "It's stupid."

"There isn't a stupid reason to cry." Jenna says comfortingly, rubbing my shoulder with her thumb as she rests her hand there.

I look away again for a moment before meeting Jenna's gentle eyes. I open my mouth, no sound coming out as I try to decide my words before I speak. "It's just you're so nice. Most people either just let me speak, but are clearly disinterested or just flat out call me annoying."

Jenna's eyes are laced with empathy as she looks into my eyes like windows.

I sniffle before speaking again, fanning my face for moment. "And you just seem so interested and intrigued in what I'm talking about, and it just means so much and- I don't know."

She continues to rub my arm. There was a moment of silence, the only noise being my soft sobs until Jenna spoke. "I loved seeing the excitement and passion you have about y/f/m. You should talk to me more about it some time." She says with a smile.

I nod. "Yeah, I'd like that." A sniffle interrupts the middle of my sentence.

"I should probably try to calm down, I don't really want to go back outside looking like this." I motion my hands over my face, addressing my puffy eyes and tear streaked face.

Jenna breaks eye contact for a moment, finding the tv before meeting my gaze again. "How about we watch something?"

I nod, she stands and quickly finds the remote. "Before we start watching something, do you need a hug? You're allowed to say no."

I love how considerate she is.

I nod, standing up. She holds her arms out, inviting me into her arms. I put my arms around her lower back and she wraps hers around my upper back, one hand resting on the back of my head playing with my hair comfortingly. She holds me in her warm, gentle embrace for a moment before letting go.

She meets my face with a smile. "Feel better?"

I quickly nod with a smile on my face, happiness in my eyes.

"Do you have any comfort movies?" Jenna asks, finding her seat back on the couch.

I find my seat next to her. "I really like Studio Ghibli movies."

Jenna points the remote to the TV. "How about Spirited Away?"

"That sounds good to me." I say with a nod, looking at her one more time with a smile before we start the movie.

a/n: hii guys, hope you enjoyed my first Jenna fic. this was inspired by the tiktoks I've seen about the way Jenna looks at people. maybe if you guys behave you'll get a Jenna fic that has actual romance in it next.

[eternal-love-song]

Satisfying and Sweet

Odile is thirsty. Siffrin does her a favor.

[Odile/Siffrin] [Odile POV, Vampire AU, Intimacy, Fluff]

"Are you sure you're okay with this, Siffrin?" Odile questioned as she closed the door. She kept her hand on the doorknob as she turned back toward the room. Siffrin had made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, smiling at her when she looked his way.

The inn they had chosen for the night had been mostly unoccupied. She'd taken the liberty of booking herself a separate room, something she did as often as possible. She liked her privacy and the others had long accepted that as the reason she often kept careful distance between them and herself, though that wasn't the whole truth. She didn't want to admit that she feared the temptation that being too close to others might bring, but she also wouldn't lie about such a thing to herself.

Even now, she could hear Siffrin's heart beating from across the room and it was… a horrible temptation. She shouldn't be standing at the door while she verified his consent. He should feel free to deny her, to leave, without her blocking the only exit. And yet, she couldn't seem to bring herself to remove her hand from the doorknob. The fact that Siffrins heart was beating steadily, calmly, put her at ease though. He was not afraid of her even after knowing her secret.

Siffrin laughed. "I told you already, I don't mind. I want to help you."

Odile wanted to call him naive for the easy acceptance that he was giving her in this situation, but… that didn't feel quite right. Siffrin, for all that it may not seem so at times, did not give his trust easily. Mirabelle might have naively offered herself in she were in this situation, perhaps even Isabeau, but not Siffrin. Siffrin trusted her because it was… her. He didn't think that she was incapable of hurting him, he just… accepted the risk. It was possible that he didn't even care about the risk because whatever pain he felt would be in service of her.

She wished that knowing that would make a difference to her, but all it did was make her mouth water as she turned the lock on the door. "That may not be the wisest decision, you know." She couldn't keep the words in, for all that the door had already been locked.

He began pulling his cloak from his shoulders. She watched as he unclasped it, folded it neatly, and then it set it on the bed behind him. "That's okay," he told her. "I don't mind if you hurt me, as long as I can help you."

Siffrin was foolish at times. His best and worst trait was loyalty to his friends. Somehow, she had earned that loyalty. It was unwise. It could potentially get him killed. It made her want to pin him down and see if she could make him regret that decision.

Odile looked away from him, swallowing hard as she tried to push such thoughts away. It was… unflattering to have such thoughts about one of her companions. She should have better control of herself.

"Your self preservation instincts could use some work," she told him. She still hadn't moved her hand from the door. Her feet rooted to the spot. It was easier when it was a stranger, when she didn't care as much about her thoughts slipping into something hungry and predatory. This was Siffrin, however. She would never forgive herself if she hurt him more than she had to. She would be… loath to scare him, even if it might do him some good in the long run.

He just smiled at her. "I'm not afraid of you, Odile." He waited until she looked at him once more before he added, "Because I know that you don't want to hurt me. If you did, you wouldn't be so worried."

That had her finally releasing the grip she had on the door, taking a deep, unneeded breath as she did so. "So it seems."

It was almost ridiculous how comfortable he looked lounging on the bed. He smiled at her again, holding up a hand and gesturing for her to come closer.

She sighed as she walked to the bed. It was smaller than she would have liked. Only enough room for two people if they squeezed. Not that she needed more room for what she planned to do, but it was always nice when it was available.

"Hi," Siffrin said once she was standing right before him.

Odile rolled her eyes. "I think we've already passed the point of greetings."

He leaned forward, perched on the edge of the bed but not touching her. "But it made you smile!"

So it did.

She made the first point of contact between, brushing a hand over his hair, briefly cupping his cheek, before letting her hand drop down to his neck. He leaned into her hand and then stilled as she let her thumb rest on his pulse. It was still slow, calm. The trust he was showing her was nearly the most intoxicating part of all this.

"It'll hurt," she told him. "And I don't plan to stop once I start. Not until I've had my fill."

She would. She would stop if he reacted badly enough. She didn't think she actually had the fortitude to do this if he rejected her.

Siffrin didn't falter, simply nodding his head. "Alright." He hesitated before reaching out to touch her, resting his hands on her hips. He looked up at her to make sure it was okay, smiling when she didn't react poorly.

She stepped closer to him, sliding one knee onto the bed beside him, then the other. She was practically on his lap, but she pressed her free hand to his chest, prompting him to move back on the bed. He scooted back slightly, planting himself more firmly and she followed. Her hand moved from his pulse to tilt his head to the side. She watched him for another long moment to see if he would back out at the last moment.

His hands firmed on her waist, pulling her closer slowly, until she was full on in his lap. "Go ahead," he told her.

Odile didn't speak again. She leaned closer to his neck, practically hissing as she opened her mouth and revealed her fangs. Still nothing. His only reaction was a tightening of his hands on her waist, but rather than pull back, he just pulled her the slightest bit closer. She didn't hesitate any longer, snapping toward him and plunging her fangs into his neck.

Siffrin gasped. It was soft and pained. The grip that he had on her hips tightened painfully, but he still wasn't pushing her away.

Odile moaned as the first taste of his blood hit her tongue. She wasn't ravenously thirsty, she tried to never let herself get to that point, but there was a burning in her throat that begged to be soothed. The first swallow of blood was nearly euphoric and she stopped being able to hold back after that. She took long, heavy gulps of his blood, pulling him closer. She fixed her mouth even more firmly against his throat, not wanting to spill a single drop. She could hear Siffrin letting out a low whine, but all it did was make her pull him closer. Make her lock her limbs around her prey so that it couldn't escape her.

It was always different, drinking from someone that she didn't need to chase and hunt down. She was calmer, more controlled, but it also made her more greedy. Her body was more relaxed, without the adrenaline of her victim making her feel like she needed to cut and run, she took her time. After the first desperate gulps, her pulls became long and languid. She cradled his head, fingers threading through his hair, as she drank, and drank, and drank.

"Odile…" Siffrin's voice was so soft it nearly didn't break through her haze, but the sound of her companion in pain made her slow her pace.

Slowly, she became aware of her body again. The way she was cradling his head, angling him uncomfortably so that she could get to his throat. The way he was trapped against her body, practically crushed in the tightness of her embrace. The way she had settled herself so comfortably in his lap. And, because of that last point, the bulge that she felt asserting itself between her thighs.

She gasped as she pulled away from him. Her tongue traced the trail of blood that escaped his wounds as she lapped at the holes her fangs had made. It took a while for the bleeding to stop, but the time she spent dragging her tongue across his neck did help to ground her in her body once more. Once she was able to take stock of her own body, she began to pay more attention to his. The way his grip had only tightened around her, his small pants and gasping breaths, the way he was very slowly and subtly rocking against her.

"Siffrin," she said softly. He stilled beneath her as soon as she did. She watched him blink a few times before he looked up at her. He still seemed to be a bit dazed, but that was to be expected. He hummed to acknowledge her. "Did you… enjoy that?"

The evidence spoke for itself, of course, but she was curious as to his answer. Especially as he still didn't look to be thinking clearly enough to try and obfuscate his answer.

His fingers flexed against her, adjusting his grip so that he could continue holding her tightly. "It helped you," he said simply.

"Didn't it hurt you?" she questioned. She knew some people enjoyed that, but she hadn't expected Siffrin to be the type. She pulled her fingers from his hair, only to find them catching on tangles and knots. With a sigh, she began to comb her fingers through his head, trying to detangle each and every knot she came across.

He nodded slowly. closing his eye. "It was nice, having you cling to me."

Warmth spread through her, surprising and unfamiliar. It took her a moment to recognize the small trickle of embarrassment running through her. Gems, she was far too old to be embarrassed by something like this, yet she couldn't help herself. There was always a bit of modification to being caught out in this manner, even if it was something small.

He squeezed her. She nearly jumped in surprise, her eyes snapping to his face. She was surprised to find him looking at her again. "You don't have to be embarrassed."

Was she really being read that easily? Had her control slipped that much?

"Hm, yes, between the two of us, I don't think I'm the one with something to be embarrassed about." She pressed herself against him a bit more to make it clear what she was talking about.

Siffrin's face darkened just a bit, but he didn't shrink away from her the way that she had expected him to. Instead, he looked her in the eye, entirely guileless, as he asked, "Does it bother you?"

Odile wasn't sure how Siffrin always managed to surprise her. He had always been rather sincere and straightforward, in his way. She should have expected this.

There was no way she could have expected.

She sighed. "Not really, no."

He smiled, relaxing even more beneath her. "Good. I wouldn't want you thinking that you couldn't do this again."

Odile raised an eyebrow. "You want to do this again?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

In a million years, she didn't think she would ever get a proper read on Siffrin.

"Why would you?" she asked instead, voice a bit harsher than she intended with her incredulity.

Siffrin didn't seem offended. Perhaps he was too used to her by now. "I like being close to you and it helps you. You never tell anyone else your problems, never let us help, so I'm happy that I get to do something for you."

"You're the last person qualified to give me that lecture, Siffrin."

He did duck his head at that, breaking eye contact as he tried to bury his face in a cloak he was no longer wearing. "Maybe…"

Silence followed.

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It had been a long time since she'd found herself uncomfortable in Siffrin’s company. It did make her aware of a few things, though. The way her hand was still combing through his hair, the fact that she was so comfortably sitting on his lap and the way she could feel him so snugly pressed against her, the way his hands had begun rubbing slow circles against her hips and back.

What was she doing?

"I should let you go," she said abruptly. She still found herself hesitating though.

Siffrin's hands clamped down on her. "You don't have to!"

She blinked at the insistence in his voice.

He lowered his volume, dropping his gaze as he spoke again. "I mean, you can if you want to, but if you don't want to… you don't need to?"

Odile assumed the slight question at the end was due to lack of confidence and not uncertainty. Still, she felt the need to ask, "Isn't this uncomfortable for you?" She pushed down against him to make it clear what he was talking about. His face darkened more, but he shook his head.

"I already said… I like being close to you." He looked back up to meet her gaze, giving her a small smile.

"Hmm… and you don't want… relief?"

It seemed to take him a moment to realize what she meant. He shrunk away from her at first, pulling up the front of his shirt as if to hide in it the same way he did his collar. It only lasted a moment though, before looked her way again. "It's… I like holding you this way. I don't care about… any of that. I just want to be near you."

Odile was pretty sure she'd had sex that was less straightforward than this conversation.

"Does it… bother you?"

"Not really." It was a bit more of a temptation than she was used to, but she did enjoy the tease. No, more than that she wanted the tease. Even realizing that it was likely just a reaction to her bite and not a reaction to Odile herself.

He was still watching her. His voice was soft as he asked, "Do you want… um, relief?"

She… remained silent. She surprised herself by realizing that the answer was yes.

It wasn't a result of drinking from him. Not inherently, at least. It was just that, like Siffrin, she was enjoying being close to him. She wanted… more of it. It would actually be less embarrassing if she just wanted to have sex with him. Instead she was just… greedy.

"It's alright if you do!" Siffrin was quick to assure her. "I said that I wanted to help you, so… if you want something, let me help?"

She shook her head, a smile spreading over lips before she could stop it. "You're… sweet."

Siffrin ducked his head and she barked out a laugh.

"Oh that's what you're embarrassed about? You'll let me drink your blood and offer to get me, but a genuine compliment is too much?"

He pulled her closer, pressing his forehead to her chest and hiding his face that way. "It's different when it's an Odile compliment! Those are rare."

"It seems we're treading a lot of new ground tonight." She squeezed her thighs around him and, when he didn't react, she ground herself against him just a bit. He took in a surprised breath, but quickly relaxed under her again, squeezing her.

She really was being greedy.

Odile draped her arms over his shoulders, cradling him close again as she ground herself against him. The friction was nice. It had been too long since she'd gotten to enjoy herself without a feeling of expectation looming over her. She moved slowly, listening to the slight hitch in breath that came from Siffrin.

How long had it been, since she'd let herself be close to someone this way? Close for the sake of being close and not for…

She stopped, taking a few breaths to calm herself. She relaxed the grip that she had on him, sliding one hand into his hair and tugging. He took the hint easily, tilting his head back to look up at her. She hesitated, licked her lips, before forcing the words out. "Would you do one more thing for me, Siffrin?"

"Sure. What is it?"

She really enjoyed seeing that smile on him. Open and confident, unafraid. It made her warm to see it.

"Stay with me tonight, if you don't mind?"

There wasn't even time for her to worry about his answer.

"Of course," he told her. "Whatever you need."

Odile was in great danger of enjoying his company far too much. She was surprisingly okay with taking that risk.

[freakxwannaxbe]

May I ask how you personally have been handling managing your weight? You've really come far with it! (If this is too invasive/uncomfortable/anything like that, feel free to ignore!)

It's not invasive, I'm super open about how I got where I am.

So, I did not want to use fad diets or make complete changes to what I eat. I like what I eat. And what I eat isn't like, junkfood or anything, it's good balanced foods.

A massive problem with me has been over eating, eating when bored, and lots of sweets. So that is where I had to start making adjustments.

I replaced eating when bored with drinking water, and sweets got mostly replaced with things like nuts (walnuts, hazelnuts and almonds are my favs). The replacing snacks with nuts actually offered some nice relief to my teeth as well, because I have a sensory thing where I crave to crunch things. This also helps with the "eating when bored" thing, the sensory feeling of crunchy foods really sates the boredom thing too.

As for meal times, I started slowly making adjustments to my portions. This took the longest time - I didn't, realistically, need the amount of food I was eating. The fact I was gaining weight proved it, I was taking in more than I could physically spend, which is why it was being stored. But my body already developed the need to eat that much food, which meant I had to wean myself off of the massive portions. I did it slow and steady, and even then I could feel the side effects of doing it, my body wanting more, which would cause me to be irritated and developing headaches frequently. But I pushed through.

If I was more physically active and could burn up all that, this would be a different story, but I am not, I work in an office, I sit a lot, which meant my body was taking in more than I needed.

By now, I eat half the portions I usually did, and I don't feel the need for more (except for spaghetti bolognese and lasagna. I eat those until I pass out lmao). What was usually a full meal for me, now I can separate it in two and save the second half of leftovers to take to work the next day for lunch. And I feel full. It feels good, not feeling bloated after every meal.

I mostly eat everything the same as I did before, but I also started eating a lot more rice-based and plant-based foods, which is mostly a coincidence and wasn't something I actually planed on doing for the weight loss, I just developed cravings for them. Various chicken and rice meals, and also poke bowls, have been my comfort food lately, haha.

Also I lowered how much sugar I put in my hot drinks, there's that as well. Also did it slowly, so that it wouldn't taste super bitter if I went half instantly.

So that's about it. Slowly lowering my portion size, because I was over-eating, but I did it slow as to not shock my body. Replacing snacks and sweets with other options, but I do still snack in-between meals. More water. Less sugar drinks. Stopped eating when bored.. Because I took my time with implementing all of this, the timeline looks like this: I started adjustments to my food intake in early 2023, the changes started in late 2023/early 2024, and I have lost over 10kgs, aka over 22 pounds by the end of 2024.

I started moving more as well since I started my job, and I try to work out when I have the energy, but my focus was mostly on adjusting how I eat, without it being unhealthy or obsessive.

[somnimagus]

did some vesperia chibis, i always forget how happy i get drawing these guys. i love them dearly

[id in alt text]

[vaguely-concerned]

walking through lucanis' mind prison. the tam lin of it all

[kakusu-shipping]

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[kyouka-supremacy]

Well.

[weirfq1]

with all these gaston crackships/rarepairs that are coming out lately it would be so fucking funny if he had a flig with all the main characters (ambar, nina, simon... hell luna too if you want) and they all know it except matteo

[thedreadvampy]

it's been a strange arc so far

when I was 19-21 and having an extremely imbalanced relationship with someone in their mid 30s I was like 'we are both adults so the fact that this is fucking me up is my fault'

when I hit my late 20s and saw how young people in their late teens and early 20s seem now I was like 'oh wait I was so fucking young I didn't know shit about my own limits or about managing relationships and I don't know why someone in their mid to late 30s would be into that except for nefarious purposes'

the weird bit is now I'm into my 30s - not even that far into my 30s - and while I still wholeheartedly believe that last thing about how young (and self destructive) 20 year olds are, I'm also kind of like 'huh, actually nobody I know that age has their shit remotely together and frankly the reason this fucked me up is because NEITHER of us knew what the fuck we were doing it how to cope, for different reasons and at different life stages, and there probably wasn't any malice or intent to control as much as there was Blind Flailing.'

[talkorsomething]

I have Got to get more transgender