#i thank you for sending me this ask with the charlie image .

[destielaureversebb]

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Burn Without Flame” 

Author:  Tossukka @sitruunavohveli Artist: Aggiedoll

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length: 12,000 words Tags:  Human AU, Firefighter Dean, Detective Cas, Mutual Pining Relationships: Dean/Castiel, side Charlie/Dorothy, past Cas/April

Summary:  

In his work as a firefighter, Dean gets to help people and has once again been chosen to model for the next year’s first responder calendar. Castiel is new in town after a bad break-up forces him to move. He is a detective assisting in fire investigations which is how he first meets Dean. After a few hiccups on the road, they begin to build a friendship, with mutual wishes that it could grow into something more.

But Cas’ past is about to come back to haunt him and it’s doing its best to stop him from building the future he wants.

Excerpt: 

Dean was fixing the fire engine, enjoying some alone time he didn’t often get during workdays. He was humming a tune, when he heard footsteps approaching him. Expecting to hear Bobby asking about the engine, Dean answered before he heard the question.

“Just figured out where the problem is, Bobby,” he said. “I’ll be right with you!”

He spent a few minutes yanking off a part that looked like it had seen better days. Dean smiled and scrolled from under the engine, holding the broken part in his hand, when he looked up to see a devastatingly handsome man in a full suit standing next to the vehicle.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry for making you wait,” Dean said, putting the broken part down and grabbing a towel to wipe his hands as clean as he could. He was sweaty, covered in engine grease, and wearing an old pair of jeans and a dirty t-shirt. Not the image he wanted to give to a gorgeous guy on the first meeting.

“It’s no problem,” the man said, looking at Dean intensely as he got back on his feet. “I have a meeting with the fire investigation team.”

“Right,” Dean said. “Not to be rude, but I’ve never seen you before. Who did you say you are?”

“I didn’t,” the man said. “Detective Castiel Novak. You wouldn’t have seen me before, because I just switched here.”

“Alright. Give me a moment,” Dean muttered and took out his phone to call Garth. “Hey, is your team expecting visitors? I’ve got a guy here.”

“Yes, I’m waiting for Castiel Novak. Check his badge and send him in,” Garth said brightly.

“Sure thing. Thanks,” Dean said and ended the call. “Could I see your badge first?”

Castiel pulled out his badge and Dean nodded.

“This way then,” Dean said and led Castiel to the office corridor. “Down the hall and you’ll find the fire investigators near the end. There should be a sign.”

“Thank you,” Castiel said. Dean followed him with his eyes until he disappeared into the room.

Posting date:  March 15, 2025

[alex-supremacy4]

open yhe noor. OPEN THE NOO

why should i

[hxzbinwrites]

Hi! I just saw that requests are open, yeah!! I'd like to request an Alastor x fem!Reader where Vox has a crush on her so he sends her a set of different tea flavor as a gift. The problem is that these contain a drug that inhibits the person (thanks, Valentino). Basically, his plan was to wait for her to drink the tea and then show up at the hotel and seduce her so he could have her for himself (my boy thinks she loves him, lol). The problem is that she had graciously offered the tea to Alastor, who drinks it. Vox asks her if she enjoyed the tea she lies saying it was delicious so he immediately shows up at the hotel but ends up finding Alastor who is being super affectionate with her, revealing his true feelings for her. Eventually Alastor attacks Vox as soon as he sees him forcing the other to flee. Fluff and comedy, basically. xD

Alastor x Fem! Reader x Vox | Tea Time Troubles

Warnings ⚠️:  Cussing, drugs, controlling and manipulative Vox, out of character Alastor.

"I dunno 'bout this Voxxy" Valentino said, handing him a baggie of the drug, a weak aphrodisiac lining the walls of the bag.

"Don't worry about me Valentino, I'll be fine" Vox reassured him, holding the bag up to his screened face. He smirked deviously as he put his hands behind his back.

"But you tell me all the time 'bout 'public image' and all that shit." Valentino retorted, crossing his lower arms against his stomach.

"Don't you worry your pretty little face about it Honey" Vox sneered, rubbing his cheek in a falsely affectionate way. "Vox is a big boy and can handle himself. I just gotta put this into some tea bags. (Y/n) WILL be MINE."

"Ugh" The moth groaned, taking a puff of his cigar,"She's not even worth it. She hangs out with radio, fossil trash. If she was good shed know who to choose. Besides, I'm better than she is, right?"

"You're wrong." Vox said, his left eye radiating hypnotizing waves out of anger,"(Y/n) is perfect. She's everything, and she will be mine."

Vox's demonic laughter could be heard across the building, sending chills down anyone who heard it's spine.

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"Honey!!" (Y/n) exclaimed, holding up the box of tea that arrived at their house,"Your tea shipment came!"

Alastor, who was reading the paper at the kitchen table, looked over to see his dear (Y/n) carrying two large cardboard boxes.

He teleported over, making his shadows place them atop of the counter. His keen eyes narrowed at the second box, seemingly almost identical to the first one.

"How peculiar!" Alastor said, tapping his cane on the second box, almost poking it as if it was a foreign object.

"What's peculiar about it?" The fellow deer demon asked, peering over at the box her partner was so intrigued by.

"I did not order two shipments of tea from the catalogue this month!" He replied, his smile tightening in irritation. Could someone be trying to plant something in this hotel? Trying to hurt any of his friends, his beloved, or him?

"Maybe it's a promo box?" (Y/n) suggested,"I mean, you are a loyal customer of theirs. Maybe they want you to try a new product, I hear that's the new rage."

"Ah" Alastor replied, walking closer to the counter to rip open the second box to be met with a letter and a large box of tea.

"Thank you for your loyalty Mr. Alastor. We're reaching out to our most loyal customers to give this Promo box to! We're asking that you try our newest flavor, a (your favorite flavor) but with a twist! Despite the erratic sounds at night in Hell, this tea should help you fall right asleep! If you enjoy it, please promote so on your beloved Radio Show!"

"I was right!" The doe said, looking up at her partner,"They must've given it to you because they know you're famous and can promote their tea! Very smart people, I wanna try one tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? Why not today my doe?" Alastor said, looking down at his partner.

"My stomach isn't feeling the best. Charlie's cake wasn't fully cooked through, but I didn't want to be rude and not eat it. Especially because no one else was!"

Alastor chuckled, petting her sensitive ears. "Now now (Y/n), you should've listened to me! I know all!"

"Al..." She said, batting her eyes up at him,"Do you mind trying it for me? I wanna know if it's good, but I don't want to throw up in my sleep!"

"Why should I?" He inquired, smirking down at (Y/n). "It seems like this predicament could've been easily avoided my little doe! Hahaha!"

"Please" She softly asked, smiling at him back.

"I suppose I can try one cup of it." He said, sitting down at the table, fully expecting (Y/n) to make him the cup as he finished reading his paper.

She giggled at him and began to start the kettle. Moments like these can't be replaced, a docile and homey moment between the two of them. (Y/n) loved seeing this side of him. The Alastor side of him, not the Radio Demon.

(Y/n) opened the smaller box that was enclosed in the large one, picking out the first tea bag. She smelled the bag, the fumes of blended herbs wafting in her nostrils. It smelled lovely, she would've to drink one alongside Alastor.

But she held back on picking up another bag, knowing its sleeping effects. (Y/n) really didn't want to throw up while in her sleep, and potentially on Alastor, who would be as knocked out as her.

Sighing, she finished preparing the tea, pouring it in Alastor's favorite teacups, the one (Y/n) gifted him on their second anniversary many years ago.

She walked back over to him, placing the teacup on his saucer, putting the sugar cube in as well.

"Thank you dearest" Alastor said, his eyes skimming over the newspaper,"I shall be in our room in a moment, why don't you go ahead and get in your nightwear?"

"Alrighty" (Y/n) replied, patting the back of Alastor's chair. That was something the two of them did, (Y/n) knew when to touch Alastor and when to not. Still wanting to show him affection, she'll pat an object close to him.

Alastor gave her a soft smile before returning his focus to the newspaper.

The doe walked up the stairs in the hotel to their shared room. She got in her fluffy pajamas, completed each and every step to her skincare routine, and crawled into bed with a book.

The silence was only broken by the occasional turn of a page, this was (Y/n)‘s daily quiet time, as Alastor liked to read the paper before turning in for the night.

This normally is for about an hour, but tonight it was a mere 30 minutes as the door busted open.

The doe yelped, her skittish nature causing her to flinch at the sudden jolt of noise. Her partner flittered into the room before crawling on top of her, his eyes droopy from the affect.

“Hi sugar” He said, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His ears were pressed against his head as he affectionately nuzzled (Y/n). Alastor grabbed her waist and flipped her on top of him, allowing him to bring her closer to his body, her chest atop of his.

“Al-Alastor?!” (Y/n) exclaimed, tensing up. What has gotten into him!? He’s not one to ever make such…bold advances.

“Oh my love” He said, a dreamy lilt in his voice,”you’re just perfection incarnate. Such a lovely little fawn you are.”

Blushing heavily, she let him rest himself on her, snuggling contently. It was rather peaceful, she did not know where this sudden chance of behavior came from, but it certainly wasn’t the worst by far.

(Y/n)’s ears perked up hearing a notification sound ding from her phone. She slowly grabbed it to check what it was.

Alastor was not very keen on allowing this sort of technology in the house, especially knowing Vox is over all of it. So they made a compromise, he’d take out the camera and microphone and she could have the phone.

Seeing it was a message from Vox, she opened it.

Vox: “Hey sweetheart, I pulled a few strings and got a shipment of some new tea of (your favorite flavor) that was being tested. How did you like it baby?”

(Y/n): Oh, it was good, thanks!

Vox: Just good? You sure sweet stuff? Wasn’t it so good you could just kiss the lips off of the person who got it for you?

(Y/n) sighed, shutting her phone off and curling up with her lover.

“I think that’s a yes!” Vox said, throwing his hands in the air ceremoniously. He quickly put on his best bow tie, in hopes it would get taken off by fingers other than his, and made his way towards the Hazbin Hotel.

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Vox searched through each room until he found the one you and Alastor shared.

He scowled at the door, seeing a heart with the initials scribed on it “(Y/i) + A”

Pathetic. He could give you so much more than that. He could give you the most advanced technological sign known to mankind just for some silly initials, not some shitty hard with nearly illegible handwriting.

He opened the door, his signature smirk dropping as he saw Alastor, his arch nemesis (in Vox’s eyes) peppering small little kisses all over (Y/n)‘s face, making her giggle.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Vox yelled, his face was blue-screening.

Alastor took one look at the fellow Overlord and let out a long string of laughter, sitting up as he pulled (Y/n) into his lap.

“Vox?! What are you doing here?!”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE TO DRINK THE TEA!! AND THEN YOU’D BE MINE!!”

Alastor hooked a arm around (Y/n)‘s waist, looking at his opponent across the room.

“This is my doe, my love, and we all know if she would’ve drank the tea, she would’ve always chosen me.”

Lets just say, the power around the Pride Ring went out after that comment.

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Word Count 1,524

[scribbly-squid]

Sexting | Lucifer Imagine

Lucifer x F!Reader

Imagine: Lucifer discovers the thrill of sexting, with a little guidance from his fellow Sin, Asmodeous.

🌻 Warning for adult themes (non-explicit)

Masterlist

Belphegor let out a groggy groan, shifting in her chair. "Shouldn’t you get that?" she muttered, her irritation clear. Lucifer’s phone had buzzed incessantly for the third time, shattering the relative quiet of the Sin’s council meeting. Her nap—interrupted—was now a distant dream.

Lucifer, visibly flustered, let out a forced chuckle, a slight sheen of guilt on his face as he adjusted his white jacket. "Right… uh, it’s probably just Charlie needing help with her hotel again." He fumbled to retrieve his phone from the inner pocket of his coat. He’d only recently learned how to silence the device—thanks to Charlie’s patient instructions—but his awkwardness betrayed how unnatural it still felt to him.

His fingers froze as his gaze landed on the screen. It wasn’t Charlie. It was you.A small crease formed between his brows, surely he reminded you about the meeting. He distinctly remembered your playful teasing this morning, coaxing him into attending—something about needing to embrace his “kingly duties.”

He shot a quick glance around the room, meeting the curious gazes of Mammon and Leviathan, before abruptly standing. "Let’s take five," he declared, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Before anyone could respond, Lucifer stepped out of the council chamber and into the hallway, his polished boots echoing faintly against the marble. He walked a good distance, ensuring privacy, before pulling out his phone to read the messages.

“It’s lonely here without you.”

He exhaled slowly, his eyes softening. Of course you were lonely. The hotel was empty, with everyone else away for the day. His heart softened as he imagined you waiting for him. His thumb hovered over the screen as the next message popped up.

“Do you miss me?”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he shook his head fondly. Did he miss you? More than you could imagine. Attending this dull meeting had been your idea, but now, the mere thought of you made him wonder if he should’ve stayed home instead.

The next message made his heart skip a beat.

“I’m drawing up a nice warm bubble bath. Really wish I was in your arms right now.”

Lucifer’s breath hitched, and he instinctively leaned against the cool stone wall for balance. The mental image your words conjured sent a rush of warmth through him, making him adjust the collar of his shirt. His fingers tightened around his phone, his heart racing as the final text appeared.

“What are you wearing?”

For a moment, he froze, his dark brows furrowing. He glanced down at himself, taking in the tailored white suit he always wears. His fingers brushed the bowtie, suddenly self-conscious. Before he could type a response, a smooth, familiar voice interrupted his spiraling thoughts.

"Luce, babe," Asmodeus purred, his confident stride echoing as he approached. "We’re continuing the meeting after lunch. Hopefully, an hour is enough time for you to handle… whatever’s got you distracted."

Lucifer startled, glancing up from his phone. "She… wants to know what I’m wearing," he blurted, his confusion spilling out before he could stop himself.

Asmodeus froze, blinking in surprise before his lips curled into a grin. "Your daughter is asking what you’re wearing?" he teased, fighting back a chuckle.

"No!" Lucifer snapped, his voice a bit too loud. He quickly cleared his throat, forcing himself to remain calm. "It’s Y/N. She’s been… texting me. Strange messages."

The Sin of Lust arched a perfectly groomed brow, as he leaned in to glance at the phone. The smirk on Asmodeus’s face deepened as he clapped a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. “Well, why don’t you send her a picture?” he teased. “I’m sure she’s dying to see what her dashing king is wearing today. Maybe she needs a little—” he paused for effect, “inspiration.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, trying to ignore the growing heat on his cheeks. Asmodeus was no help—if anything, his mischievous energy only made things worse. But before Lucifer could protest, another message popped up, and Asmodeus leaned over again, grinning like a cat.

“So you don’t forget who’s waiting for you back home.”

Attached was a selfie of you—smiling sweetly, yet unmistakably sultry. The curve of your lips and the gleam in your eyes made his heart stutter.

Lucifer inhaled sharply, quickly straightening his jacket and adjusting his bow tie. A mirror materialized beside him with a snap of his fingers, and he meticulously smoothed back his golden hair.

"How’s this?" Lucifer asked, sparing a glance at the Sin of Lust.

Asmodeous smirked. "Not bad, but you could’ve done better. Maybe lose a button or two. Add some spice."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the suggestion as he snapped a quick photo of himself and sent it to you, accompanied by a small message:

“Thinking of you too. See you soon.”

The phone buzzed almost instantly in response, and Lucifer turned his back on Asmodeus, shielding the screen from view. His breath hitched as he opened the image you sent—a picture of yourself sprawled on the bed, wearing one of his silk shirts that barely clung to your figure. The hem rode dangerously high, teasingly hinting at what lay beneath. Your fingers toyed with the edge of the shirt, as though daring him to imagine more.

Lucifer swallowed hard, his pulse racing as he read the caption beneath the photo.

“Come home soon. I don’t want to wait.”

“You said the meeting resumes in an hour, right?” Lucifer’s voice was low, almost a whisper.

Asmodeus hummed in affirmation, his grin unwavering.

“Make it two,” Lucifer said, his tone firm.

Before Asmodeus could respond, Lucifer vanished in a swirl of red and gold, the air crackling with energy in his wake.

Left alone, Asmodeus let out a low whistle, crossing his arms as he smirked at the empty space. “She’s really got you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she, Luce?” he muttered with a chuckle, shaking his head.

[alastor-simp]

"Ticklish, My Dear?" - Alastor x Reader Oneshot

"Knock-knock, my dear!" Alastor was waiting for you to open you bedroom door. He sought you out to help calm himself down after dealing with Angel's raunchy flirts. He nearly destroyed the lobby with his tentacles, but thankfully Charlie was able to stop him before he went to far and nearly send Angel to double hell. "Its open Al!", you yelled out from the other side of the door. Entering inside, Alastor saw you next to your bed, holding up a black dress, along with other clothes laying on the bed. Smiling wider, he made his way over to you: "Salutations, my dear! What are you doing on this fine evening?" Smiling back, you held the dress closer to your body and faced the mirror: "Nothing much. Niffty happened to have gone shopping and she got me some cute clothes, so I wanted to try them on, but I don't know which one to try first." Alastor continued to stare at you as you stayed facing the mirror, then he turned his attention to the dress in your hands and the others on the bed. The dresses on your bed was a short gothic black dress with long lace sleeves, a blue and white polka dot front dress with a bow, and a short red cocktail dress with a black lace front. (Dress images are below)

His eyes were drawn more to the cocktail dress, so he grabbed that one and approached you. Turning around, you saw Alastor holding up one of the dresses: "Try on this one, my dear!" Thanking Al, you grabbed the red dress and headed towards the bathroom to put it on.

As Al watched you leave to the bathroom, he stood with his hands behind his back and looked over your room. Eyeing the wall, he saw the photos that you had taken of him and the others. Some were of Charlie and Vaggie being an adorable couple, some were of Husk and Angel passed out together, and the others were all group photos. Alastor smiled at the photo you had taken of him. He was inside his radio tower, leaning back against the chair, smiling as he gave his broadcast. The both of you had become the best of friends when he first arrived at the hotel to offer Charlie his services. The both of you bonded over your love for music and also had a love for pranking people, which came in handy when you both wanted to annoy Angel. Lost in thought, Alastor's ears jolted when he heard you call his name. Turning around, his eyes grew wide as he saw you walk out wearing the beautiful dress. Smiling shyly, you had tried on the dress, but you were not able to reach the zipper, so you asked if Al would be able to help you. “Of course, my dear! Allow me!", he said as told you to face the window to give him better access to the zipper.

*Zipppp*, Alastor had succeeded in zipping up your dress, and placed his hands on your hips: "There we are my dear! You look extravagant!" Jumping up from the contact, you moved away from Alastor: "WAH! Don't touch me there!" Wrapping your arms across your abdomen, covering your sides, you backed away from Al, who was staring at you confused. "Why the strange reaction my dear? Are you injured by any chance?", Alastor said as he tiled his head at you, still frozen in shock at your reaction. Shaking your head at Alastor, you told him you were fine and said to him what the real reason was: "S-orry for overreacting. Its just I'm very ticklish there." Alastor took a second to process your words, then he inched closer to you, his smile turned mischievous and his eyes were locked on you like you were prey. "Ticklish, my dear?" Realizing what was happening, you backed up against the mirror and pleaded with Al. Alastor inched closer and closer to you, as he was wriggling his fingers at you. Trying to find a way out, you sidestepped him and rushed for the door. *SNAP* Hearing a snap from behind you, your body teleported and landed on your bed. Trying to get up, you were then felt something wrap around your legs and arms, and realized Al was using his black tentacles to hold you in place: "AL! LET ME GO!" Craning your head up, you saw Alastor at the foot of your bed, smiling as big as the Joker, before he sat down and crawled his way on top of you.

"*Evil cackling* No can do, my dear!" Alastor then placed his hands on your sides, and began to rapidly tickle you. "NOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOPPPPPPPP!!" You screamed out, while squirmed around trying to break free from the tentacles. "Laugh my dear!", Al said as he was finding this very entertaining, enjoying the sounds of your laughter. You were starting to run out of breath from Al's tickle attack, as you kept trying to move and screamed out: "AL! ENOUGH! PLEASE! UNCLE! UNCLE!" After a few more minutes, Alastor stopped tickling you, and allowed you to breathe. "HAHA! Enjoyed yourself my dear?" Alastor smiled down at you, as he snapped his fingers, releasing you from the black tendrils. "Pant-pant Your an a**." You panted out your answer, as you glared at Alastor. Alastor smiled wider: "Incorrect! I'm a dear, darling!" You noticed that Al was still sitting on the bed, and your arms were free now. Feeling it was time for some payback, you placed your hands on his torso and tickled him back: "PAYBACK!" You continued to move your fingers, but Alastor was not squirming in the slightest. Looking up at him, you saw that he was still smiling at you with his eyebrow raised. "Are you not ticklish?" you asked him, as you dropped your hands down, stopping your tickle payback. Shaking his head was a clear answer to you that he was not ticklish. "Afraid not, my dear! Looks like your plan for payback failed!", he said while smirking down at you, leaning closer to your face as he was still hovering over you.

The both of you said nothing as you stopped and stared at each other. Your heart was going a mile a minute as you kept staring at Al's eyes, wondering what the heck was going on! Before you knew it, you felt a peck on your forehead, and Al quickly removed himself from the position, and got off the bed, facing away from you with his hands behind his back. "Well I must be off, darling! Time for another broadcast! Au revoir, my dear!", Al said as he made his way to the door, and walked out, leaving you in a state of shock. "W-w-what was t-hat? Did he j-j-ust kiss my forehead?!, your thoughts were in shambles as you were trying to peace together what just happened. It felt like it was a million degrees in the room, based on how hot your face felt. You knew Al wasn't interested in relationships or anything involving romance, so why did he kiss you on the forehead. Heaving a sigh, you fell back against the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it on your face, as you kicked your legs up and down.

[pillowspace]

i love your art of charlie and moon interacting so much, it makes me very happy! thank you for sharing it <3

I was really intensely rambling to myself when I pressed this ask, saw the image load in, and literally audibly squeaked

Okay, wow, I read what it said and that took me into a state. I don't know how much time just passed but I literally spent over 30 minutes hyperly thinking about this image JDJGHD

I'M SOOOO!!!! If I look at this for a second longer, I'm going to get lost in the sauce for another 10 minutes UAHA. I can't even joke that I'm normal about this, I could not be further away from it.

I adore that so dearly. That is so lovely. Thank you so much. "It makes me very happy" and you returned the favour by sending my brain into the stratosphere

[caseykaydoodlesnonsense]

[A commission sheet with examples and prices. The first image has a person grinning nervously as they gesture to a sign reading "WHATTUP my monitor is fuckin kaput, and I need that to attend classes, so I'm Opening Commissions". This page shows uncolored sketches, priced at $15: they are black and white lineart drawings of BDubs as Hypnos from Hades, Rick Rounds from Hello from the Hallowoods, and a faceless person posed with their legs crossed labelled "your OC here".

The next page shows two price tiers: colored sketch/simple illustration for $25, and comics, which are $15 base + 5$ per panel. The examples for the colored sketch/simple illustrations are: a colored drawing of three of the boatem members (Scar, Mumbo, and Grian) as toys (a plastic doll, a potato head, and a corduroy doll respectively); a black, white, and red illustration of a kneeling person with an empty skull, reading "if i only had a brain"; and Technoblade on the edge of a snowy mountain in a blizzard. The comic examples also indicate what they'd be priced at: a five paneled comic of Kim missing his shot at the hanging corpse and Harry finding it attractive at 40$, a four panel comic of an audience member asking Jonny if Martin is going to be okay and Jonny laughing at them at 35$, and a three panel comic of BadBoyHalo asking Techno and Ranboo if they've heard disembodied voices near the egg at 30$.

The last image shows full illustrations priced at 50$, with a +10$ addition for backgrounds. The examples without backgrounds show a vote for Charlie Slimesicle poster modeled after Rosie the Riveter, a MumboJumbo wheel of fortune tarot card and a GoodTimesWithScar hermit tarot card. The examples with backgrounds show JoeHillsSays floating in space and reaching towards the viewer, a GoodTimesWithScar hanged man tarot card in front of a waterfall of lava, and a knight of wands tarot card of the notia from Notia.]

(thank you @stone-stars for the image ID!!)

if you're interested in commissioning me, send me a DM here on tumblr, or fill out the google form linked in my description (if you don't see it, it's coming soon). I'll be taking a max of five commissions at one time, on a first come first serve basis, with a waiting list forming after those slots are taken.

Some things I WILL draw are:

NSFW

Gore/blood/violence

Body horror

Fucked up monsters

Furries

Some things I will NOT draw are:

Pregnancy (no exceptions)

Vore

Mecha (can't guarantee quality)

I reserve the right to refuse a commission request for any reason.

if you're interested in something not quite represented by the tiers here, feel free to message me! I'm happy to work with you :3

[ladylooch]

The Spiral [Lio Meier] - Part 4

A/N: One more part after this! things are starting to turn around for our Lio 🤭

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: allergic reaction, lots of medical talk, angst, childhood trauma themes

ICYMI Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The morning after his concussion, Lio thinks it would have been better to have been crushed by a garbage truck. His head hurts so bad, worse than any hangover headache or migraine he’s had in his life. But worse than that is the fog that has settled into his brain. Details of last night are fuzzy- the game, Lucie, their conversation. He thinks things are better, but is worried about facing her this morning.

He rolls over to his back, tentatively opening his eyes. The world doesn’t swirl like it had been last night. But he feels like the front of his forehead is going to explode off from the pressure. Is that normal? Fuck.

Slowly, Lio adjusts his position to sit up. The smell of something baking hits his nose. He smiles. Lucie is still here. It takes awhile before Lio can get out of bed, changed, and hit the bathroom. By the time he is done with that, he feels like he could go back to sleep. Instead, he drags himself towards the kitchen. Lucie is at the stove, a large stack of pancakes to her left. As he gets closer, he can see the rainbow sprinkles poking out of the cakes.

“Lucie pancakes.” He chuckles, approaching her.

“They still hit even as an adult.” She shrugs.

“Doesn’t Stell think these are her creation?”

“Yeah because of her dad.” Lucie rolls her eyes. “Connor thinks she created everything, even though I made these all the time when I was pregnant with her.”

“So he thinks because she was there, she made them?”

“He thinks she created the craving for me, so it’s from her.” 

“Your mom could set that straight.”

“Mmm, I don’t think anyone can set that man straight about his sweet girl.” Lucie takes off two more pancakes. “Sit down and eat. You look awful.”

“Thanks.” Lio mumbles, resting his head delicately in his palm. He sets his elbow on the counter watching as Lucie slaps two pancakes on his plate. “Still hate syrup?”

“Yep.” Lio confirms, picking up his fork to cut into a pancake.

“I heard from Ben. He wanted you to check in when you got up.” Lio nods, grabbing his phone.

While he eats small bites, him and Ben talk about how Lio is feeling. Ben is concerned about the intensity of Lio’s headache. He wants him to go to the hospital for a CT scan. 

“Can you send a car? Lucie needs to go home to her family.” 

“No, I can take you.” She says, waving away his worries. “Con is taking Stell to the rink for practice. She is loving her mommy-free life right now.” Ben and Lio chat more. The team doctor is going to meet them at the hospital and they will know more after the imaging is processed.

Lucie and Lio finish breakfast, then head into Newark. Lucie waits while Lio is being scanned and afterwards while they wait for the radiologist to do a quick read. Everything looks good. Lio’s brain isn’t showing any damage, but he does have one hell of a concussion. The news is good. Lio feels like he can breathe and be more at peace with where he is at.

“You’re going to have to take it easy.” The doctor reminds him. “At least two weeks before you do any exercise.” Lio agrees. He can’t imagine getting on the ice right now with how shitty he feels.

“Is it okay if I drop you off and head out?” Lucie asks Lio when they are back in the car. “Connor is going to the Children’s Hospital to see some of his kiddos. I need to get home before he leaves again.” 

“Yeah, I will be fine. Thank you for staying with me. And.. um tell Connor thanks too. I appreciate it. Know he isn’t my biggest fan.”

Lucie drops Lio in front of his building, then heads back towards her city. Lio’s doorman greets him warmly, opening the big door for him.

“Thanks, Charlie.” 

“Tough one last night, Mr. Meier.”

“Hey, boys pulled out the win tho.” Lio waves as he walks through.

“Your mama is waiting for you in your apartment. She was mighty frazzled this morning.” Lio stops in his tracks. There are two people who have unlimited access to his apartment besides him. One just dropped him off. The other lives in Switzerland. 

“Ah, thanks. Moms…” Lio trails off with a shrug. 

Lio seriously contemplates sprinting out of his building. Doctor’s orders be damned. The only woman to ever love him unconditionally is upstairs and he is not ready to face her. Not ready to see her after the horrible things he said to her. Not ready to face his own shame and self-hatred. It’s why he left Switzerland without seeing her even after telling his dad he wouldn’t do that. He doesn’t deserve her or her love. 

But she is here. Already. He knows how many hoops she must have jumped through to get to him. He senses his dad’s involvement as well. The strings Timo Meier would have pulled for her are unlimited. So Lio Meier gets into the elevator and rises the 6 floors to his awaiting fate. Outside his apartment door, he takes a deep breath, then puts his key in the lock. He pushes the door open, not seeing her on the couch like he expected. 

“Mama?” He calls into the apartment. 

“Lee?” He hears her call from deep inside. She comes rushing out of his room. With zero hesitation, she grabs him and wraps him into her body for a hug. “Oh” She sighs, holding his head against hers. She sucks in a deep breath then lets out a relieved sigh at having him close to her. “Are you okay?” Her brown eyes are deeply pained. Lio closes his eyes, unable to see more. 

“Um, well, I guess but also no. What are you doing?”

“Your laundry.”

“Of course.” He chuckles, shaking his head. He has been grown for awhile, but she still insists on taking care of him. It makes Lio less worried for whatever is to come.

“Well, I was very anxious waiting for you. I had to do something.” She insists, waving a hand in front of her face. “Now, go sit down. I have lemon water, hot oatmeal and toast ready for you.” She gently guides him forward. “And vitamins. You need extra nutrients to get better.”

“Mama.” Lio sighs when she turns to head back to the kitchen. He feels like such a piece of shit with how she is jumping right in to take care of him. The undeserving suffocates him, tightening his throat until he struggles to breathe. “Don’t do this.” He finally chokes out. “Don’t double down and love me harder right now.”

“Lee.” Emma comes back to him, putting her hands on his cheeks. She kisses his forehead, right over where his head aches so badly. “I am never going to stop loving you hard or taking care of you. I’m your mother.” She runs her fingers through his hair, then moves back into the kitchen. His blue eyes follow her.

“Is dad here?”

“Yes, of course. Boys are with Uncle Neeks and Auntie Lex, but Livy is coming this weekend.”

“You both didn’t have to come and Liv needs to stay in California. She has school.”

“Mmm, but we did.” Emma looks over her shoulder at him. “We needed to see that you were going to be okay.”

“Dad isn’t here now?” Lio looks down the hall towards his bedroom.

“No, we felt like it’s you and I that need to talk. Not the three of us.” Lio looks away. “Don’t be mad at daddy. It was me. He didn’t want to do it.” Lio’s blue eyes find her again in the kitchen.

“You don’t get to tell me to not be mad at him.” He whispers.

“Probably not. But I love your dad very much and if I can save him from your wrath, I want to.” 

Lio goes to the couch, sitting down, laying his head back on the top. He is exhausted from his morning. He feels the air of his mom coming around the couch. She puts her hand on his forehead, smoothing the wrinkle of distress there. 

“What’s the news?”

“Concussion.” Lio mumbles. 

“Is your brain okay?”

“Yes.” Emma sighs in obvious relief. Her hand drops to his shoulder. She strokes her hand there, quietly contemplating where to go next. When Lio opens his eyes, she begins.

“Lio, daddy and I love you more than I even know how to say. I never thought I would have to find words to express how much and I’m deeply sorry that you’ve been so hurt.” She sighs, running her hand through her hair, then looking out the floor to ceiling windows to the city. His apartment is only a few blocks from where her and Timo lived when she was pregnant with Lio. That feels like so long ago, but she tries to go back to who she was then to give Lio more insight into their life.

“I was the one who wanted to fudge your story. I know daddy told you that this summer, but he doesn’t know all of the things that went into that. You and I had experiences when you were a baby that made me feel very protective of you. People judged. They were horrible and social media made our life so accessible, even as Daddy and I tried to hide you. But this was never because we were ashamed or didn’t love you.” Disgust and substantial disagreement scrunches Emma’s nose. “It was the exact opposite.” Emma puts her hands on her cheeks for a moment, then continues.

“When you were 10 months old, the Devils were playing in the Eastern Conference finals. Daddy was hurt. He was playing through it as he always does, so he wasn’t performing very well. People were upset.” Lio watches his mom become increasingly uncomfortable. “You and I were out at a store after the Devils went down in the series. There was an incident in public where someone came up to you, a little baby, and called you that name…” Emma closes her eyes. “They went on to literally blamed the entire playoff situation on the fact that you were born out of wedlock. Daddy’s play as well. We were being punished for our sin of having you.”

Lio can see how much this still hurts his mom decades later.

“I’m sorry, mom.” He says sincerely. 

“That person got to me.” Emma shakes her head. “I felt you deserved a better story. A more picture perfect story because of how much joy and purpose you brought to our lives. I..” She sighs. “I felt like we ruined your childhood before it had even really begun. I tried to fix it the way I knew how. Instead I hurt you.” 

“But Lio, please know, I have loved you since the moment I knew of you even when I was crying on a bathroom floor. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to figure it out for you. When I got up off that tile, whatever decision daddy wanted wasn’t going to shake my decision. You were coming because I wanted you. It would be me and you against the world.” Emma stops, looking at him, then she chuckles. “But daddy wasn’t going anywhere. He was all in. He loved us so much. You’ve seen the videos from when I was pregnant with you. Nothing about that was forced.”

Lio remembers the one of his dad laughing hard as a three week old Lio tried to latch onto Timo’s big chest. The pictures of him on the ice at The Rock for the first time in skates that looked massive on his feet. Tons of videos of Lio and Timo napping together the year of the Devils first cup run. He looks across his apartment at a picture of his parents and him with the cup. It was only Lio and them at that time. Well, his mom was pregnant with Livy, but they barely knew that. Although the most difficult to win trophy in sports is right there, his dad’s hands are on a young Lio, engulfing him and his mom in his sweaty equipment.

“It felt like a lie.” Lio hears himself say. He gestures to the picture. Emma follows his gaze. “Like it looked like that. But then you and dad would make a comment about wanting me so bad you couldn’t wait and my whole life felt like a lie.” Emma swallows hard, nodding.

“I see that now, Lee. I’m very sorry. But that was real. That was our life, baby.” She reaches for his hand.

“It hurt me.” He whispers. Emma winces, then runs her hand up his arm to squeeze his shoulder.

“I know. I am so sorry. I hope you can forgive me.” Emma purses her lips together, then looks at Lio with tears in her eyes. She brushes her thumb over the hairs behind his ear. “So loved. So wanted. Never a mistake.” Lio nods, then reaches to hug her. They hold one another tightly. 

“Love you, mama.” Lio inhales heavily. “I can see how you wanted to protect me.” 

“I love you, Lee. So much sweet boy.” When they pull apart, Emma stands to grab Lio more water, then comes back to the couch.

“She wasn’t even pregnant.” Lio confesses. “False positive.” 

“Oh.” Emma blinks. This is the first time she is hearing this. “How does that make you feel?”

“Relieved.” Lio answers honestly. “More than any of the other reasons I said this summer… I just don’t want kids, mama.”  Emma nods. She has suspected so for awhile. 

“It’s your life. You get to decide. But you need to be more careful because at some point, it becomes not your choice.” 

“Kay, pot.” Lio jokes with a light-hearted smirk. Emma tisks, chuckling and smacking Lio’s leg.

“Don’t slut shame your mother. You didn’t see how good James Bond looked that night.”

- - -

A brisk and skin drying wind has picked up on the East coast in the middle of November. Old man winter is roaring its way to the East coast with a winter storm warning in effect beginning tomorrow. With the impending weather, things are sure to get dicey in the booming metropolis of New York City. Despite the lingering effects of his concussion agitating him today, Lio is currently being dragged from room to room in the Bubble Planet by Stella Wood.

“This way! This way!” She yells, struggling to pull his heavy weight with her little body.

“Stell, I’m coming. Just chill.” He laughs.

“She doesn’t know that word. She’s three.” Lucie jokes back to him. 

They weave through room after room, each one more exciting than the last. Stella is having the time of her life, especially when she is on Lio’s shoulders, getting to touch the bubbles falling from the ceiling.

“Mama, this is the best day! I wish daddy could come!” Lucie and Lio avoid looking at each other, just like they avoid the giant elephant that is Connor Wood between them.

Although Lucie and Connor have discussed more about what happened this summer, he is not ready to move on. It got particularly heated when Lucie asked if Stella could see Lio. Connor questioned Lucie’s motives, worried about the implications and confusion Stella would have about Connor not being there. These were fair and valid points, but her inquisitiveness hurt less than her tears about missing Lio.

“Baby, you do what you need to do, but I’m not interested in spending time with him or fixing this. I’ve made concessions along the way. This is where I am at. Stell stays here with me.” 

Lucie respected that. She dropped it completely. But suddenly the next morning, Connor had given her quiet permission for her to bring Stella to breakfast with Lio. That was a month ago. Connor heads to the rink on days when his girls are meeting up with Lio, always having an excuse about training or treatment or nutrition. Lucie kisses him extra hard on those days, wanting him to know she loves him deeply and understands so much of this is difficult for them.

Now, as she watches Stella up on Lio’s shoulders, all she can fathom is the immense hole Connor’s absence brings. 

“Baby, are you getting hungry?” Lucie asks her daughter as they bop out onto the New York avenue.

“Yeah.”

“What do you want?”

“Mac and cheese!”

“You had that for dinner last night.” Lucie laughs.

“She is a good Swiss girl!” Lio nods approvingly. 

“Her favorite is Kraft.” Lucie points out.

“We’ll work on it. She’s three, ya know.” He jostles Lucie’s shoulder, then immediately regrets it at the way the world swirls upright for a minute. “Oof.” He rubs at his temples.

“Careful, Lee. No setbacks.” Lucie cautions, gripping his shoulder.

The three of them head a few blocks down to a diner, settling into a red booth with huge, plastic menus and a coloring page for Stella. Lio sits on her side of the booth, taking turns coloring a troll in a field of daisy. 

“Not pink!” Stella scrunches her nose, pushing Lio’s hand away.

“What? You said I could pick any color.”

“Yeah, any one but pink.”

“You love pink?”

“When I was two.”

Lucie and Lio both snort, attempting to pursue their lips to keep their laughter in. Stella Wood is an absolute hoot. 

“Can I share a milkshake with you?” Lucia asks Lio.

“I was gonna share with Stell.” 

“Oh, I see how it is.” She raises her eyebrows then looks away with a smirk at her menu. She decides on a simple Strawberry shake. “Stell, do you want to share with uncle Lee?”

“Yeah.” 

“Which flavor?”

“Reese’s! His favorite!” 

“No, you can’t have those, baby. You’re allergic to peanuts.”

“No peanuts in there?”

“Yes, there is peanut butter.” Lucie calmly reminds her.

“Sorry, Uncle Lee. I get sick.” She pats her little pot belly. 

“It’s okay. I was thinking chocolate.”

“Oh yes.” The little girl sighs happily.

The waitress comes and takes their orders. The adults grab cheeseburgers with fries while Stella happily exclaims she needs Mac and Cheese. The waitress practically swoons out of her Keds at how sweetly Stella thanks her for going to get their food. More coloring is done and a quick few games of hangman using three letter words like cat and dog and hat. Stella is getting so good at her ABCs. The milkshakes come out first. Stella watches in awe as the shake is split between two cups for her and her uncle.

“You gonna be able to finish that?” Lio asks. 

“Mhm.” Stella nods enthusiastically. With one hand she grabs the glass while the other helps her balance on the table top. She sucks up the milkshake quickly, then sputters, coughing. 

“Oh, that was a big sip. It’s cold, huh?” Lucie chuckles, handing Stella her water glass. She holds it up to the little girl’s lips for a sip.

“Ah!” She exclaims. “Mmmm.” She sucks up more of the thick liquid. Lio and Lucie chuckle, watching Stella enjoy her ice cream. Lio leans back farther in the booth, looking across the table at his cousin.

“I’ve had so much fun with you today. I missed this.”

“Me too.” Lucie murmur. Stella coughs again, loudly, then seems to gag. Stella sits up straighter, looking Lucie in the eyes with wide orbs. “Are you okay, baby?” Lucie straightens. Lio sits up as well, reaching out for Stella. She makes a wheezing noise, then sticks her tongue out. 

“Oh my god. Stell?” Lucie covers her mouth, watching a red, angry rash begin to form on Stella’s face. Lio grabs Stella as she begins to sway backward.

“She is very warm.”

“What is going on?” Lucie whispers, she looks around the table then she smells it, the faintest whiff of peanut butter coming from the ice cream in the glass Stella was drinking. “Oh my god. Peanut butter.” She reaches for her purse, fumbling around. “Um.. ohmygod.”

“Do you have an Epipen?”

“Um.” She nods vigorously, beginning to pant herself. Her stomach tightens, fear dashes down her spine. She rips her hands through the contents of her purse, looking for the injection she always carries with her since the first reaction Stella had a few months ago in Switzerland. But it wasn’t like this. It was nothing close to this. 

“Luc, come on.” Lio calls to his cousin, picking up Stella into his arms. “You’re okay, baby. It’s okay!” He tries for a cheery voice as Stella being to sob. “Luc, dump the purse out.” Lucie picks the bag up, emptying it from the handles. Lio sees the EpiPen immediately, tossing the cap off hastily. He does the injection, pausing to watch Stella’s reaction. Her wheezing gets tighter, but she can no longer speak to him or even cry. Lio’s heart is racing in his chest as he watches her struggle.

“Do you have another one?”

“No! It’s with Connor at home.” She shakes her head frantically. “Oh my god. Someone call an ambulance!” Lucie sobs out to the restaurant. In the haste of dumping her purse out, her phone fell underneath the booth. But she is frozen in paralysis. She can’t move. She can’t breathe. She is forced to watch her baby struggle.

Adrenaline takes over Lio like he was injected with the epinephrine. He calculates out where they are in the city, the amount of time it will take for an ambulance to get there and he knows Stella’s chances of making it are slim with how much she is struggling even after her first injection. He has seen this before with a kid in school when they still lived in Jersey. 

“There isn’t time for the ambulance. I’m taking her to Children’s.” The hospital is at the end of the three blocks they walked from Bubble Planet, close to Lucie’s car. Lio secures Stella to his chest and begins to run from the restaurant. He leaves Lucie at the table to scramble her things back into her bag. He runs as fast as his body will go. Stella jostles against his shoulder, going limper and limper and Lio quite literally races against time. 

“You’re going to be okay, Stell. it’s going to be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He promises the little girl in his arms. 

Tears blur his vision. His concussion rears it’s ugly head, pulsing against his temples and making the sidewalk shift with his blurred vision. He can’t let that stop him. Stella needs him. He pushes his injured and weak body to go harder the next block, dodging pedestrians and cabs in walk ways and dogs on leashes. He hits the emergency entrance of the hospital, screaming for help. 

“Help! Please! My nieces is going into shock! She was exposed to peanuts!” Nurses swarm him, snatching Stell immediately and taking over. 

“Did you give her Epinephrine?”

“How was she exposed?”

“Is this her first exposure?”

Lio answers the questions as best he can. Yes, ingested and no. He looks over his shoulder, wondering when he can expect to see Lucie. But then they are taking Stella away on her bed. Another nurse holds him back as they rush down the hall with her. 

“Sir, I need you to wait in the lobby.”

She is right. He needs to wait for Lucie anyway. But that doesn’t make it easier to turn around. He heads to the doors he just sprinted through, avoiding the gazes of curious onlookers. He walks outside into the cold air. His chest tightens immediately and he turns to the side, looking for something he can vomit into. But then he sees Lucie Wood, rushing down the sidewalk, clutching her purse to her chest, sobbing so loud he can hear every inhale and exhale of her shaking body.

“Luc, they’ve got her.” Lio calls to her. He opens his arms up and Lucie collapses into his body. His shirt is immediately wet from her face. Large hiccups shudder her frame against him. He squeezes her tight, smoothing her hair down. “It’s going to be okay.” Lio whispers to her, hoping that maybe if they chant that together, it will make it real.

Several minutes pass. Lucie continues to sob into Lio’s body, even after he moves her inside to get out of the wind. The doctors come out looking for him, finding him and Lucie together. Stella is stable. They can go see her, but she will need to stay for several hours for monitoring as they had to give her two more injections. Lucie heads right into her daughter’s room, curling up with the little girl who looks drugged and exhausted in the center.

“Mama is here. You’re okay.” She cries to her daughter. Stella is upset and shaken from the ordeal. She clings to Lucie like a monkey, balling her shirt up in her little fists. 

“LuLu, do you want me to call Connor?”

“Yes.” Lucie whispers, barely able to get the word out of her shaking lips. She reaches into the back pocket of her jeans, handing her phone to him. “If you call he won’t answer.” She says simply. Lio tries to brush that off like it doesn’t hurt, but it stings as bad as the wind biting his cheeks during his sprint to the hospital. 

Lio takes a deep breath, then clicks on Connor’s contact. His heart is pounding in his chest like he’s about to take a face-off in the final minute of a trailing game. He licks his lips, leaning agains the wall, waiting on the call to connect.

“Hey baby! I’m just about to leave.”

“Ah.” Lio coughs. “Hey, it’s Lio.”

Silence.

“Where is Lucie?” A definite snap tightens the words through the line. 

“She’s with Stella. She asked me to call you and tell you what is going on.”

“What? Are they okay? What..” 

“Lucie is okay.” Lio starts.

“Stell? Whats wrong with her!?” Connor’s voice is beginning to escalate. “What did you do, Lio?” Connor snaps. Lio closes his eyes. 

“I didn’t do anything. It was a mistake at the restaurant.”

“Fuck!” Connor yells. “Where are you?”

“At Children’s hospital off 34th.”

“You have to tell me what happened, Lio.”

“I’m trying to, but you’re not letting me get much out here, man.” Connor sighs. Lio takes his silence as compliance. “We were out grabbing lunch and she had an allergic reaction and we had to bring her to the hospital. Her Epipen wasn’t enough.”

“Fuck, I have the second one. We usually have the two together, but Lucie and I had plans the other night and…” Connor’s voice is distraught.

“It happens. But you should get down here. They need you.”

“I’m on my way.” 

Lio removes the phone from his ear, looking at the lock screen of Lucie, Connor and Stella. Lio took that photo of them this summer in Switzerland, before everything happened. He sighs heavily, then comes back into the room.

“Connor is coming.” Lio assures Lucie. She doesn’t take her crying eyes off the little girl in her arms. She sniffs and nods in acknowledgement, continuing to touch her daughter’s face soothingly. Lio can’t tell if it’s for Stella or Lucie.

Connor Wood arrives thirty minutes later with squeaking sneakers on the tile floor of the hospital hallway. Lucie and Stella are dozing in an overwhelmed sleep. Lio sits in the chair next to them with one hand on Stella, rubbing her arm. Lucie’s hand clings to his wrist, needing comfort in one of the worst moments of her life. 

“I’m a terrible mom.” She had told Lio tearfully.

“You’re not. It was scary.” 

“What if you weren’t there?”

“It doesn’t matter. I was.”

“Luc! Stell!” Connor rushes into the room then locks in on Lio. He shifts his worried eyes to the bed, seeing Lucie and Stella curled together. His lips pull into a deep frown, then his eyes seemingly dim when he takes in Lio in the place he should be.

“They’re resting, Lucie is pretty upset.” Lio says as he slowly works his wrist out of Lucie’s grasp. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t want to see me. I’ll leave now, I just didn’t want to leave the girls alone before you got here.”

“What happened?” Connor asks. Lio can see the way his chest rapidly raises and falls beneath the Rangers logo on his chest.

“Stella somehow got a peanut butter shake at the diner. Wrong order. She had some and started having a severe reaction.” Connor’s face gets ghostly pale. He puts his hand on his head over his blue hat, waiting for more. “Um, Luc, She… she panicked. It was all scary. Truly awful. But I gave Stell the injection, but it didn’t do enough. She became mostly unresponsive.” Connor closes his eyes, bringing his hands to his face in anguish. “There wasn’t time to wait for help, so I grabbed Stella and ran here with her.” 

“You ran?”

“Yeah. Stell didn’t have time.” Lio reiterates. If he is mad at Lio for that, then so be it. Maybe it was reckless, but Lio had to make a judgement call and Stell is going to be okay because of it. Connor stares at Lio. Then suddenly he steps forward around the bed. Lio stands up taller, preparing for anything. Connor wraps an arm around Lio’s shoulders to bring him into his body. Lio brings his hands up, clasping Connor’s back as they share a deep, sincere hug. 

“Thank you.” Connor whispers, tears coating his voice. Lio squeezes Connor tighter, not wanting to let go of his best friend. Suddenly, it hits Lio. How close they were to losing Stell. How dire she had looked when he ran through the doors of the ER. How Lucie had every right to be that terrified at the table. It had been bad. Horrible. Worst case scenario. 

Lio can’t help it. He begins to sob. Everything that has happened the last few months weeps out of him. From losing Savannah, to screaming at his parents, to only having his little sister, to losing the three people in this room with him. His concussion… almost losing Stella on that New York street.

“It’s okay, Lee. She’s going to be okay.” Connor puts his hand on Lio’s head. “You saved our girl.” Lio nods, shuddering as he pulls away. Both men wipe their faces with their hands, then look over to the two girls laying in the bed. Stella has a sleepy grin on her face, watching them.

“Daddy!” She giggles, reaching out to him, flexing and unflexing her fingers for him to come closer.

“Hi baby.” Connor smiles brightly, leaning down to kiss her cheeks. “Can I lay with you and mama?” 

“Yeah.” Stella yawns as she says the word. 

“Sleepy.” Connor chuckles, kissing her again. He curls her and Lucie into his body, trying to be careful not to wake his wife. Lucie jolts up at the feeling of his hands on her. “Me, Luc. It’s me.” She visibly relaxes when she sees her husband. “I’m here.” He brushes her cheek with his thumb. 

Lio watches from the end of the bed, then anxiously rubs at his forehead. He clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Um, well I’ll head out so you all can be together.”

“No, don’t go.” Lucie shakes her head. 

“It’s okay, Luc. I’ll see you later.” 

“You should stay with us.” Connor says softly. “We want you here.” The insinuation of the we has the corners of Lio’s mouth sliding up.

Lio makes his way back to the chair by the bedside, sitting down in it. Him and Connor share a look of understanding. Lucie trails her nails along Stella’s back as another big yawn stretches her little mouth. 

“Uncle Lee?” Stella murmurs.

“Hm?”

“You gonna be here when I wake up?”

“Yeah, Stell.” He sighs. “I’ll be right here.”

[gaysindistress]

Sad girl - seventeen

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass,, the feelings, talks of violence 

word count: 2.2k

part 16 | series masterlist

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“Ok Steve I need you to either watch Bucky for me or go to the store,” her voice surprises the man as she basically corners him in the kitchen. 

“Can I say no?”

“Nope, so pick; Bucky or the store?”

Nat walks in to see the unhappy look on his face and a very adamant Doll, “Let me guess; she asked you to go shopping?”

“And I can’t say no.”

Cocking her head slightly with a raised eyebrow, “Better you than me.”

“Actually you both can go! That way nothing gets missed and it’ll be faster,” the excitement is only shared by her as she’s now roped in both Steve and Nat. 

  Nat lets out an annoyed groan as she approaches the two and snatches the list from the other woman, “Where do we need to go?” Smiling widely, she happily tells them that they need to go to Whole Foods and a fish market to get the ingredients for the dinner she has planned. The two look at each other with the same amount of annoyance but nod their heads in acknowledgment. 

“Thank you, thank you!” she exclaims, planting kisses on both of their cheeks before leaving them. 

“How much do you want to bet that this isn’t the last time we get sent on errands for her?”

“I don’t think she’s going to send us out again but she will definitely ask one of us to come with her,” Nat answers as they head out of the house. 

Upstairs Doll had started reading her book as Bucky was taking a shower. She had only agreed to let him take one alone if he kept the door open just in case anything happened and she needed to rush in. 

“If you want to join me, all you have to do is ask,” the teasing tone in his voice causes her to purse her lips. 

“No I just don’t trust how loopy you are on these pain meds,” she retorts back as she goes to read her book again. 

He only smirks at her as he disappears into the bathroom. When he returns, he ‘forgot’ to bring clothes, so he has to walk through the room with only a towel tied low on his waist. Her eyes briefly look up at him and she has to do a double take at the sight of water dripping down his chest and his short hair glistening. The sound of him clearing his throat breaks her trance and heat floods to her cheeks as she tries to shrink behind her book. 

“See something you like?” he chuckles at her reaction to him freshly out of the shower as he dips into the closet and remerges with black sweats that hang low on his hips and a shirt in his hands. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” comes from behind her book. 

“That’s why I asked,” he tugs on his shirt, wincing slightly at the movement. 

The wince has her dropping her book to make sure he’s okay. He is, of course, and goes back to being a teasing asshole as he wears a shit-eating grin. Her phone buzzes before she can send a smartass remark back. 

“Everything’s in the kitchen. Steve is demanding he gets a plate in exchange for running your errand,” is the text that Nat had sent her. 

The bed shifts as Bucky sits next to her legs. He takes the book and the phone from her hands so she has to answer him. This earns him a confused look which quickly fades to one of surprise as he sets the items down and pushes her legs apart to sit in between them. 

“Oh no, no, no. I know what you’re doing and it’s not happening until your arm is healed,” she tries to tell him as she gently pushes him away. 

“Doll, it's okay. My arm is fine. In fact, I think it would be good for me if we had sex.”

“In what world would having sex be good for the healing of an injury?”

“This world,” with his lips descending on her neck as he fully slots in between her legs, hips meeting hers, “If it makes you feel better, you can ride me.”

“Bucky,” she moans out as he nips at a sensitive spot, “I don’t want to hurt you. Please.”

His lips stop and he raises his head from her shoulder to look at her, “You won’t, Doll. It was just a graze. 

“It was embedded in your arm. You were in the ICU for a week,” she states plainly. 

“Same thing but I’ll respect your no,” he kisses her nose before getting off of her. 

She throws her head back against the headboard and lets out a loud sigh, “If you can make it through the whole day without wincing or being in pain, then we can.”

He grabs her hands to help her off the bed, “I’ll agree to that.”

She scrunches her nose at him and smiles before moving past him, “I’m going downstairs to start dinner. You can come to be my eye candy if you’d like.”

She doesn’t need a verbal response because his eager footsteps behind her tell her he’s more than happy to do so. 

The kitchen is filled with various aromas from her cooking and laughter from their conversation. True to her word, it’s not a date so she’s wearing cream rib-knit pants and his army sweatshirt. It killed her to not dress up for their first date but she promised him that it couldn’t count until they were out at a restaurant. 

“What exactly are you making?” 

“ Risotto with scallops.” 

“Seems a little fancy.” 

She stops stirring the risotto, “are you complaining?” 

“Me?” He puts his hand on his chest in a fake offense, “how could I complain when I have a beautiful woman making me a high-class dinner?” 

“It’s hardly high class.” 

He hops off the counter and grabs her by the hips from behind, “It’s better than what I would’ve made.” 

“And what would that have been?” 

“You’ll have to wait and see.” 

She turns around in his grasp and changes the subject, “How’s your arm?” 

Moving his arm around slightly he answers “Better, still a little sore.” 

Humming in response, she returns to her cooking, half expecting him to jump up on the counter again. Since the hospital, they’ve been more affectionate towards each other, a complete 180 from when they first met. It’s not a surprise when he doesn’t move and instead hugs her from behind to watch her cook. Sometimes their behavior ignores the fact that all of this was arranged and might lead one to think it was real. 

Regardless it’s becoming real to them as she starts asking him a series of random questions. She starts out with ‘what’s your favorite color’ and eventually lands with ‘what’s your sleeve about’ as they are still next to each other on the island, her perfectly cooked meal finished. 

“It started out as something for my mom and just turned into a sleeve,” he explains in between bites, “Doll this is really good. No wonder I married you.”

She clicks her tongue at his joke, “And here I thought it was my stunning good looks.”

“Would you ever get my portrait?”

The question pauses his eating and he takes a moment to think about her question. Would he add her to his sleeve? In theory yes because she is his wife and someone very important to him which is really the only prerequisite to making it on his arm. The real question is would she want him to?

“Is that something you’d want?”

“I think so,” her hand trails over his arm, and the various portraits inked into his arm, “you don’t have any room though so I guess not.”

“If that’s something you want, I’d find room.”

“Where?”

“On my chest.”

“Your chest?”

“That is what I just said,” he gives her a very blank look as he restates what he’d said. 

Dropping her hand, she huffs a little upset he’s so blunt, “I know what you said. It just surprised me.”

The upset is clear on her face and it breaks his heart. He can be a smooth talker when he needs to be; however, in moments like this, that ability slips away and he’s left fumbling over his words. 

“Doll, I didn't mean it like that. It just seemed so obvious to me because you mean so much that it only seems right to have you on my chest forever.”

“You’d want me over your heart?” her voice is small with insecurity that she hasn’t felt in years. 

“Of course, you are my heart,” he grips her hand in his and squeezes it. 

She lets out a small giggle when he launches himself at her to cover her in a flurry of kisses and ‘I love you. Just as she’s about to kiss him back, her phone pings next to her plate.  Picking it up with Bucky still covering her in little kisses, her face drops and pales when she reads the message. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks as he stops his attack and awaits her response. 

“It’s Walker. He sent me a number and said that if I want to talk to my mom, then I could call her.”

“Are you going to?”

“Well no shit,” she quickly clicks on the number, still holding Bucky’s hand, “Hello? Mom?”

“Hey baby,” her mom’s voice comes through the other end. 

“Oh my god, are you okay? Where are you? Are you safe?” the questions leave her mouth frantically as tears start to fall. 

“I’m okay, I’m safe. John is so sweet and kind, I really don’t understand why you broke up with him.”

“Mom, where are you? We’ll come to get you.”

“No no, don’t come to get me. I’m perfectly fine here. He’s helping me get clean so I can see you again.”

“You are not safe. We need to come to get you right now,” she tries to push her mom, “He’s going to hurt you if we don’t get you out now.”

Her mom stops her by harshly saying her name, “Stop. He’s not going to hurt me. I can leave whenever I want. God, you’ve spent too much time with your father, you’ve become bossy like him.”

She takes in a shaky breath at her mom’s words, “Excuse me? You abandoned me. I thought you were dead for ten years.”

“That’s his fault, not mine. I tried to come back but he wouldn’t let me.”

“I don’t believe you,” she scoffs. 

“Believe whatever you. You’re just like him. Goodbye.” 

The end tone rings throughout the kitchen as she starts to cry even harder. Bucky collects her into his chest as he’s done many times before. Whispering reassuring words in her hair and rubbing her back as she cries, Bucky decides that this is the last time that John Walker will hurt his girl again. 

His office had become a place of comfort and safety for him now that Doll had spent time there. The memories of her lounging on his leather couches, working on her computer as he did the same filled his mind. The calming memories were going to be much needed given the nature of this meeting. Steve and Sam are sitting in the chairs in front of his desk while he rubs his jaw at their proposal. 

“We could get Anthony involved but I don’t see that going well,” Sam says.

“He’s not going to do anything,” Steve adds, “If you really want to do this, then your best choice is just to take him out and be done. He’s not going to take well to light harassing or a few broken bones.”

The thought of killing John has crossed his mind several times but the cleaning and cover-up would be too much work. However, his increasing boldness is becoming an issue and killing him might come back on the table. 

“Can we get Marianne out without her getting hurt?”

“Only if you take out John first. He’s always within eyesight of her,” Sam’s answer is not one he wants to hear. 

“We can’t go in guns blazing,” Steve is interrupted by Bucky. 

“We lure him out.”

“How?”

“Promise him a meeting with the one person he wants. He won’t be able to say no.”

The two men’s eyes widened in shock at his suggestion. 

“You’re seriously suggesting that we use my wife as bait?”

“We use the idea of her as bait. She won’t be anywhere near when it goes down. Nat will stay with her to make sure she’s safe. Steve and I will meet with John and Sam will go in to get Marianne.”

Sam shakes his head in disbelief, “That’s the stupidest fucking idea I’ve ever heard.”

“Please,” Bucky leans back in his chair, arms resting on the chair’s arms, “Enlighten me if you have any better ideas.”

“We get Anthony involved like I said before. He sets up the meeting at his estate, it’ll seem less suspicious that way and we’ll have the help of Anthony’s men. Doll will stay here with Nat like you said while Steve and I go in after Marianne,” Sam explains. 

Bucky looks at Steve, “What do you think?”

“It could work.”

Bucky pulls out his phone as he nods in agreement, “Anthony I need a favor.”

[cloversnstrawberries]

2024 christmas/holiday writing event ! !

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hello !! for a long time before starting my own, i followed a lot of other writing/request blogs; and was always very interested in the events they'd do, and usually they're for milestones, but i thought about doing a christmas/holiday one as well !! and i realized i can combine my love for vintage/80s toys and platonic yanderes into one :]

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♡ all of these fics will be platonic, and as i have rough drafts of the ideas i want to do with the prompts, most (if not all) of them involve entrapment/kidnapped!reader (because when i think of holidays i think of home/staying inside :D).

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I've been on a bit of a Hazbin kick as of late, and since I've only written for them so far, I will be limiting this event to Hazbin :D those include, but are not limited to;

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#6, Mentor

This is Charlie, Egon's apprentice and one of my many ocs! You can read the origins of their story below the cut, and there's a second illustration too :)

Trigger warning: sickness, it's not heavy but still I'm putting it here in case anyone has trouble with it

Egon was on one of his usual weekly patrols. It was nothing special, just a small round through the fief. It mostly took him two days in total, which was far from long in his opinion.

It was his second day, and the prospect of getting home and resting was a very appealing one. He rode over a forest path and looked a bit at his surroundings, when suddenly he saw a moment. He halted his horse and looked right in the face of a young boy.

'What the... hey, kid? Why are you here? Where are your parents?'

'They're dead.'

Egon had to resist the urge to give him a surprised look. My god, what did he get himself into now? He dismounted his horse and kneeled down next to the boy.

'You look pale, are you alright?'

'Food poisoning, probably.'

Could he just have a normal conversation without getting short answers? Apparently not. Well, he had to try and help anyway...

'What's your name?'

'What's yours?'

'I'm Egon, King's Ranger number twelve. Can you tell me yours?'

'Charlie.' The boy hesitated, he had no idea why. 'Charlie Bliss.'

'Alright, thank you. Well, you have to come with me. You need help.'

'I don't need it.'

'You'll starve, or get some other disease. How old are you?'

'Almost fifteen.'

'That's too young to be wandering around in the woods. Come on, please let me help you..'

'I told you already, I don't need your help.'

'Do you really prefer to stay alone here then?'

'I'm used to being alone.'

‘Let me take care of you. You can always decide to leave, but atleast give it a chance. I don’t want to hear something happened to you because I left you alone here.’

The boy gave him a tired look, but soon he noticed Egon's determined look. He accepted, but Egon was sure it was just because otherwise he would not shut up about it or leave him alone.

Egon helped him on his horse and quickly sat in front of him. He had seen the boy's scars, and they did not seem like just a few... he had once, like all Rangers in the neighbouring fiefs, wondered where The Lost Son had gone. The boy did look somewhat like the old Baron and Baroness...

Egon wasn't going to make any conclusions here, but he would for sure send a letter to Terry, the Ranger of the fief where the accident had happened almost fifteen years ago, for more information about how the couple had died.

For now, he had to make sure to save this boy from suffering. Neither of them said a word, but that was fine. Egon wasn't going to push him to talk if he didn't want to. They would talk later, in his cabin and when the boy had some of his strength back.

The image is Charlie, sitting on the ground and looking at Egon who's not visible in the picture

If you have any more questions about him, feel free to ask! Thank you for reading this far, I really appreciate it :)

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[opalcicle]

If They Call Me a Slut, You Know it Might be Worth it for Once

Ch. 8 Afterparty (Bizly Again) - Smut and Angst

Mentions of nausea in this Chapter

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I am significantly tipsy by the time it's approaching 1 am. After a night of hands all over me, kissing Tina, and taking shots, I'm a little desperate to get her alone. I'm still angry about what Bizly said. Angry that Charlie couldn't even stand to be in the same room as me.

We're outside sharing a cigarette and I lean towards her to ask, "What are your plans after this?"

"I'm crashing at my friend's tonight," she responds sweetly. Possibly a little oblivious to my oncoming request, she asks, "what about you?"

"I was wondering if you want come back to my place instead," I say, taking a slow drag after the question leaves my lips.

Her smile falters, "I- I don't think so, not tonight, we're drunk, and my friends-"

I squeeze her hand as she starts to talk, and making sure my tone is kind, I cut her off, "No need to explain, I don't mind," Her face lifts again and I can't help but giggle at her. "You're smile is so damn cute,"

"Thanks," she says bashfully.

"I'm going to call it a night though, do you want me to help you find your friends before I get an Uber?"

"No thats okay!" she responds, pulling away from me towards the doors. She bounces back after a step, kissing me on the cheek, "Tonight was so much fun, we should do this again,"

I smile back at her, I can't help it, "I'd like that,"

Before I can blink twice she's back in the club and I look out into the night. Well fuck. I think to myself while taking another drag. I should feel disappointed but for some reason I'm not. I finish my smoke and open my phone. It's probably for the best if I can't get my mind off of Biz and Charlie. I wasn't sure if the boys were still inside. I was equally unsure if Bizly was serious about his offer to have me over. I light another cigarette and open my dms with Biz. I stare at it for a several moments before reluctantly closing it. I had to have at least a little bit of self pride, right? Finishing my smoke I open the Uber app as I hear the noisy club behind me, the doors open.

"Hey!"

I don't think it could be someone talking to me but I look back anyways, and there he is. Bizly. He's looking right at me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"Saw your girl head back inside," he says as he steps up beside me, cracking a mischievous grin. "Does that mean it's my lucky night?"

My stomache flips over, drunken nausea airing it's head. I place a hand over my abdomen and lean forward, steadying myself and catching my breath.

The doors open behind us again and Bizly takes a quick glance back. "You alright?"

"Just dizzy. I need something to eat," I mutter.

"I've got a big pot of pasta in the slow cooker," he offers.

Ulterior motives aside, he's always got something good to eat. There's a reason we smoke at his place. Ulterior motives noted, I'm so god damn horny I could scream.

"Tempting," I say, straightening out and looking down at the Uber app.

He's still watching the door, "Well, the boys are gonna be out here in a few, I'm calling a ride. Text me if you're coming,"

I take a moment to look at his face, his lips, and then down to his hands. "Sure," is all I say, before stepping away and slipping around the side of the building. I continue to stare at the app, deciding on my destination, and hear the commotion of the other three leaving the bar.

"Yeah man, Uber's only like a minute away," I hear Bizly's loud voice. I'm sure the volume of it is for my benefit.

I wait for them to go and then put his address in my app. What's stopping me? I ask myself. Charlie. Is the immediate reply my brain shouts at me.

"Fuck," I say outloud, rubbing my temples. I press the button to call the ride and close the app.

When I slip into the back of the car I message Bizly.

Better have that bowl of pasta ready

Two bowls ready

He replies quickly, sending me an image of a packed bong.

Hell yeah MFer

When I get to his house and the driver pulls away I wait outside for an unreasonable amount of time. I look up at the night sky and and take several long, deep breaths. The light in the garage is on and I make my way over, quietly stepping inside.

Bizly's in his spot, bowl of pasta in his face, the slow cooker brought out and sat on the coffee table. There's an empty bowl and fork waiting for me.

"Hey!" I call in, as I close the door, "how's the pasta?"

"Hey!" He calls back, mouth full, "So fuckin' good,"

I slide into the couch beside him and look up at the cartoons playing on the old tv. Last time I was here it was between him and Charlie. That was the night they both hand their hands on me. The night Bizly had started to cover me in hickies. Excitement sparks in my chest.

"Here you gotta try this," Bizly said, lifting the lid of the slow cooker. Steam escapes as I grab my bowl and serve myself a helping. It smells delicious.

I eat beside Bizly. When he finishes he put his arm around me on the back of the couch. After I set mine down he picks up the bong.

"That feels better," I say, rubbing my stomach.

"Fuck yeah, dude" he says before taking a rip.

"You make the best food, man," I say, relaxing back into the couch as he passes me the lighter. After I take a big rip and hand it back, then lean my head back into the old fabric.

"Thanks," he grins.

We pass it back and fourth a few times before he finally sets it down and his arm ends up behind my head again.

"You look good tonight," he says, shifting closer. He tucks my hair behind my ear.

I smile and lean into him, placing a hand on his chest. Neither of us want to waste time. His arm slides down around me, pulling me up to his face. Our lips meet, sloppy and fast. My hand quickly finds its way around his neck. We're a tangled mess of arms as we try to get closer without breaking our faces from eachother. Eventually I climb onto his lap, straddling him. My skirt crawls upward as I bite into his bottom lip. His hands can't find one place to rest, making their way up my back and down my sides. When I break away from the kiss to breath, his face presses down into my chest and I feel his teeth brush over my skin. I whine and slide my hand up into his hair, pulling his face in farther. There's a muffled moan from between my tits. I tip my head back as his hands try to find their way under my tight top.

"It's- here, you gotta-" I say, pulling at the ribbon on the front. I get myself out of the corsette and place it on the coffee table behind us.

His hands on my back pull me towards him and his face finds my breasts again. I place both hands on his shoulders and grip into his shirt as he runs his tounge over a nipple.

"Uhhn!!" I moan out, and he looks back up at me. I pull myself back to his face, my fists balling up in his shirt, and kiss him firmly on the mouth, pressing my tounge between his lips as he cups my breasts.

"Fuuuuck," I tip my head back to groan out when he teases my nipples.

His face finds my neck and he starts to bite in, but pulls back. Instead he places a kiss and runs his tounge up to my jaw. I whimper as he flicks it away. I yank at his shirt and he sits up so I can pull it over his head.

"Fuck, Bizly, I need you so bad," I groan as he continues to kiss my skin. Sliding back on his legs, I reach down to undo his belt. He takes over and quickly pulls out his cock. My mouth hangs open, I still can't get over how thick he is. While I watch him slowly stroking, he reaches over the arm of the couch and grabs a bottle of lube. Ah, he was ready for this, I smile to myself. He tips it over and I watch as he coats his cock in the thick liquid. After he's done he slide his hands up between my legs, pulling roughly at my panties. I hear a ripping and lift my skirt to look. He's torn them right open.

"Holy fuck," my voice is whiney, desire apparent.

I look up to see a grin and feel two fingers press right into me. He curls them up to find the right spot and I groan in pleasure. He pumps his fingers fast, stopping occasionally to part them and open me up. His movements are quick and frustrated, like he just wants to fuck me already. I have to admit I feel the same. I pull his arm away and slide up his legs again, hovering myself to he can line his dick up to my entrance. I feel a hand on my outer thigh pulling me downwards and oblige, lowering myself slowly until I feel him starting to press in. I groan outloud, eyes shut tight as he enters me. I forgot how much he stretches me out. My legs are weak and I slip down too fast. I scream loudly, sunken into his lap, his dick skewering me.

"Ohhh fuck!" He yells out with me, gripping my ass hard.

Neither of us move for a moment, the sensation almost too much to bear. Then I feel him thrust ever so slightly, testing the waters. My legs are shaking and I whimper out as I shift weight back to my knees on either side of him. His cock throbs inside of me and his hips rock slightly. Each tiny movement feels enormous and I take a moment to get comfortable with the sensation. My shaky hands slide over his shoulders, up his neck and into his hair. I steady myself, raising my body as high as I can before dropping back onto him, letting his cock impale me again.

Eyes closed tightly, he yells again. His hands react instantly by pulling me down. It's a clumsy fuck, and it hurts, but it's too good to stop. We're a chorus of loud moans and whines. I have to release one hand from his hair and grab his shoulder to keep balance. My nails dig in and he gets louder.

He lets me ride him like this for a little longer, until neither of us can stand the agonizingly slow pace. "Stand up," he directs.

I whimper as he helps me off of his cock. He slides his pants to his feet and motions for me to turn around. I oblige, looking over my shoulder at him as his eyes and find my butt.

"I could never get enough of this," he growls the words out as his hands press into my skin. He leans back into the couch and pulls me to stand between his legs. "Sit on it, babe,"

I try not to rush, but desperately need his cock in me again. I groan out in pain as I hastily lower onto him, sinking down as he groans into my shoulder.

"Ohhh fuuuuuck, Bizly!" I shout into the garage as he grabs my hips and pulls me down fast.

He easily moves me, pulling me down onto his cock over and over. My head leans back against him.

"God, you feel so. Fucking. Good.," he grunts as he lets go of me and I fall fast.

I try to lift myself to keep going but I can't. He rotates his hips from below me and I cry out. His hands lift me up only to drop me again. I'm stuck in place, unable to get any footing as my platforms scrape the floor. He lifts me again and I wait for the drop, but instead he pumps up into me, hard. Hovering me above him like I weigh nothing, he fucks into me fast. Being used like this starts to push me over the edge, and the waves pass over me fast. Mere seconds pass before I scream his name, cumming on his lap as my body shakes. He doesn't stop until I ask him to in a sharp whimper. Bizly settles back on the couch, letting me down to his lap with our bodies still connected.

I lean back against him, resting against his chest and lifting an arm up to brush my fingertips against his face. Both of us are breathing heavy. Eventually he helps me off of his cock to cuddle up beside him.

"God, I think about this all the fucking time," Bizly murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of longing.

"Sex?" I question.

"You, you fucking smart ass," he replies, laughing and pushing at my shoulder. "I think about fucking you. About your mouth, your body, -about you moaning my name."

I look up at him with a cocky grin, "God damn, Bizly the poet,"

"Shut the fuck up," he teases, laughing harder.

We giggle together like a couple of dumb stoners until I start to think about what he said. It was hot.

"Oh fuck, do you really just spend all day just thinking about fucking me?" The laughter isn't gone, but bubbles up between words instead.

The groan in my ear sends a shiver up my spine. Damn, his voice really gets me going. "God, you don't even fuckin know," Bizly starts to trace his fingers up and down my skin.

"Dude, that tickles," I squirm, the giggles starting up again.

Teeth brush over my shoulder, lips finding sensitive skin to kiss. "I want-" he murmurs, nipping at my neck.

"Oh man I'm so texting you dirty things when I know you're busy now," I let a sly smile creep over my lips. I tip my head away, making more of my neck visible. The last marks he'd left had almost faded and I'd really just started to like them.

"Oh no, don't do that," his sarcastic, mock protest is followed by another kiss on skin.

A gasps escapes my lips everytime Bizly barely bites into me, until I'm whining at the lack of hickies he's leaving.

"You like that?," he whispers between kisses.

"I'd like-," a shiver in my spine makes me stop to gasp, "-like you to leave me new bruises, Biz," my playfulness has been replaced by building desire.

He moans softly at my request, dragging teeth again, "Are you sure? You know we have a mutual friend who might not like that,"

Like a knife is pushing through a lung, my breath leaves me in a huff. He pulls his face away. Anger burns in my neck under the places his teeth touched, crawling up into my face.

"Kinda besides the point if you're trying to turn me on again," I half-heartedly tease, turning to look up at him.

There's an undeniable flash of guilt in his expression, and seeing it turns my stomach. We both sit there for a moment, just looking towards eachother.

"Look, he didn't have to- it's not my fault if-" I start forming excuses, good reasons for being here right now inspite of how Charlie feels. Nothing I try to say feels right in my mouth.

"Look, I've been dying to get my teeth in you all night, but..." He trails off, shifting uncomfortably.

"I'm not with him," I defend our drunken hookup. "He doesn't own me,"

"I shouldn't have brought it up," Bizly goes to move away.

I quickly place my hand on the side of his face, turning it back. He waits while I shift my body to face him fully. Sitting on my knees I lean up to the other side of his face, pulling his head towards my lips.

"Bizly, I want you," I whisper, "I want to know when you're thinking of me, when- oh fuck do you touch yourself thinking about me?" I glide my hand into his hair, playing with strands of it as I speak.

"Mm-yeah," he murmurs.

I press my bare chest against him and let the words drip from my mouth with a syrupy sweetness, "I really want you to tell me how you imagine me. Please Bizly?" I stretch his name out into a whimper and I feel his body tense below me.

"Just like this," he growls back at me. I feel his firm hand on my ass, tightly holding one cheek.

I moan approvingly, grazing his ear with my lips as I kiss his neck, letting teeth press in. "Do you ever look at pictures of me?" I ask with a smile in my words and a breath almost caught in my throat.

"That question feels like a trap," Bizly grins back. I think he's enjoying my questions.

"Let's see," I turn towards the table to find my phone. I open my Instagram account, holding the phone so we can both see, I let him take it from me. "Which ones?"

He gives me a look, eyebrow up. "For real?"

I smile, slowly trailing my hand out of his hair, down to his face. I rub his cheek, brushing his stubble with the print of my thumb. Watching my hand move down to his chest, I lean in to kiss him. He is nice to touch. Something about having a man under my hands always felt so good. I allow myself to just enjoy my fingers traveling down his torso slowly. His body reacts to my touch. The kiss only breaks when we need to catch our breath.

"I really want to know," my coy smile returns, "what it looks like when you're thinking of me," as I speak I slide my fingers over his erection. I love the throbbing sensation in my hand.

His hips instinctively react and he bucks his cock through my grasp. "F-fuck," he moans.

My hand pulls away and my attention turns back to my phone. I feel him grabbing at my arm. He looks absolutely desperate.

"Show me what you look at when you want to fuck me," I trail my hand back up to his chest then take the phone back from him.

I feel Bizly sitting there stunned for a moment and glance over to see an awkward grin on his face. I slowly scroll through my own Instagram, the screen directed towards us both.

"This one?" I ask, stopping at a bikini pic from last month at the beach. Bizly was there that day, I remember smoking a joint with him between cars in the parking lot.

"Uhh..." He glances down at my tits, then back at my phone. His hand presses into my soft skin, taking a breast and squishing it against me. His other arm holds me steady, "Gotta admit, I've thought about that bikini more than once,"

"I wish you would have told me sooner. If we'd been alone at the beach, or we'd snuck off after that joint..." I pose the scenario, trying to get him to play along, to dirty talk for me.

"Where would we sneak off to?" He asks, continuing to press and rub at my breast.

"Hmmm," I close my eyes and imagine that day. Wondering if Bizly'd had his eyes on me when I wasn't looking. "Into one of the cars? Who drove that day?"

"I went with Griz," he murmurs as he leans down to kiss my chest, pressing his face into my cleavage.

"Mmmf-" this was turning me on too fast, "so, you get me alone in the back seat of Grizzly's SUV. We're stoned, and I'm giggling, and we pretend like we're just back here to be high out of the sun,"

"Can I tell that you want me?" He questions.

"Roll an insight check," I tease, and he looks back up at me to roll his eyes. "I'm joking, I'm- you have your arm around me, and I've got my head leaned on it. I'm laughing at something you said. You definately see me check you out, I think I'm being sneaky about it, but fuck you look good with your shift off,"

"Hmmm, I pretend like I'm going to whisper something funny so you'll lean in close. Then I-" he demonstrates, kissing me with a slow passion that catches my off guard.

"So," I catch my breath before continuing, "any others?" I go to scroll through my phone again and he places his hand over mine.

"How about you show me what you like to look at when you're home alone and horny,"

"Okay," I say, opening our dms. "Here," I show him the photo he'd sent me last weekend, his cock under grey sweats, obviously hard.

"Aw c'mon for real," he teases.

I sit back down on the couch, face reddening as I decide the least embarassing thing to show him. Bizly's hand traces over my thighs, and I lay back, draping my legs over his. The tickle of his fingers getting close to my center gets me going just enough to push through the embarrassment.

"Wh-what do you want to see?" My voice trembles as he carefully spreads my legs. I'm browsing Bizly's instagram but the dude mostly posts goofy shit.

His fingers move up to my wet core and tease back and forth. "Anything you get off to, babe," Bizly grins. "God, you're fucking wet," His fingers pull away and I see how slick they are.

"Fuck, Bizly," I murmur his name, closing my eyes, as he presses his fingers back between my legs, slipping just barely inside of me. I close my eyes for a moment, whimpering until he drags his hand back down my leg and I groan.

"God, my name sounds so good in your mouth," he murmurs at me.

"Make me cum again and I'll show you what's good in my mouth," the words leave my mouth and he slips me back on the couch. Moving to hover over me, spreading my legs to either side of him, he pushes his fingers inside me. I drop my phone.

"Dirty girl," he smirks as his hand picks up pace.

I grab at him, running hands over his chest, gripping his shoulders, and trying to pull him closer to my face. He obliges with another grin and I pull him down into a kiss. Before he can pull away, I trace my fingers over the end of his cock and feel it twitch. His breath catches and it sounds divine. He slams his fingers into me fast and I whine, his wrist working to create a steady, increasing rhythm. As my breathy whimpers become open- mouth moans Bizly leans down to run his tounge over my clit.

"Bizly, Bizly, biz- I'm going to-" I cut my self off as his mouth wraps around my clit and his fingers flick fast inside my hole. My body jolts as I cum hard, "Bizlyyy!" I yell, intentionally dragging out his name.

He groans between my thighs as they press in on either side of his head. Pulling his fingers out as I release his head, he lifts back up over me and licks them clean.

"Damn you're so hot," are the first words I say as the orgasm passes.

"Let's go inside," his eyes travel up my body, "I don't think you want to be on your knees out here,"

[prince-liest]

today i found out apparently lucifer was the one who gave birth to charlie and my first thought was that the way it went down was basically him going ‘oh yeah? do you think a depressed person could make THIS??’ and then being not *quite* prepared for the reality of Raising An Entire Child because it turns out that yes a depressed person very much could make that

(no pressure to reply to this, i’m just sending to you bc your characterization of lucifer is definitely why that idea popped into my head and i thought it was funny)

p.s. i agree w that other anon your luci is superior 👍

LMAO OKAY TO BE CLEAR my understanding is that the Viv screenshot where she tweets that about Lucifer is fake. I high key wish it wasn't because I think it's a fun and silly way to establish that, and also because I really enjoy writing genderfuckery enormously and Lucifer deserves to be trans if you ask me. unu I left a tag somewhere where I was, like, I can't believe I've written X number of Hazbin fics and haven't transed anyone's gender yet and that was fully serious.

(Bouta trans the fuck out of Angel Dust in the bodyswap fic, though!)

But also, Lucifer going, "Oh, yeah? Do you think a depressed person could make THIS?" and pointing dramatically to Charlie is a mental image that just made me choke on my water, so thanks!

Sorry, Lucifer. You may not have been prepared for the reality of this, but the fact of the matter is that as a parent you no longer have a choice! You are in this for the long haul! Do your damn best! (He's trying!!)

[constitutionalweasleymonarchy]

would you ever consider elaborating on percy’s behavior at george’s stag do in irrational/days that end in y?

Ahhh. Well one thing about me is that I do love a good noodle incident, and sometimes things can be much funnier if simply left unexplained. It also invites the speculation... did Percy actually do something really out of pocket? Or was he maybe just acting like any other typical drunk dude on a Saturday but because he's Percy and he needs to project a certain image, he's incredibly embarrassed by it and the other brothers just reinforce that embarrassment by giving him shit for it? Did he simply try to hit on a woman and strike out magnificently? Did he go full The Hangover and steal Mike Tyson's tiger? (Probably not that last one.)

I did tease a little bit of it in Must Be One of Arthur's Boys, when Harry sends Ginny a Patronus message and I play fast and loose with the concept so that in the Patronus "recording" you can hear bits of dialogue from the other boys:

"I’ll be home in… an hour. Okay, maybe… maybe an hour and a half.” The stag paused. “I hope you’re not still with your dad right now, I probably sound like a total wally…” “Oi, we said no Patronuses!” A voice that sounded a bit like George’s friend Lee sounded from within the Patronus. Real Lee sounded like he’d been shouting, but it emerged from the Patronus in an ethereal fashion as if echoing through a tunnel. “For the last time, it’s Patroni. It’s LATIN. Jesus.” That last one was definitely Percy, though he sounded… “Oh,” added Patronus Harry. “Yeah, Percy’s completely off his face, by the way. I mean, so’s everyone, but… this is a weird night.” “It’s literally Patronuses,” interjected Patronus Charlie, sounding unsteady himself and also very far away, “it’s in all the books that way.” “After 1930, it became accepted use -- ” (Plastered Percy pronounced it ‘a-septed’) “ -- because everyone (‘ever-one’) was sayin’ it wrong, but that doesn’t (‘dunnit’) mean it’s proper English.” “Thought it was Latin, mate.” “Whatever.” “Whatever, Perce,” echoed Patronus Charlie. “Hey, that blonde wants to hear more of your pirate impression.” “It’s not a pirate, is it, it’s Septimus. But alright, where’s she to?” After a brief pause, Patronus Percy called out enthusiastically, “Wasson, me bird? Miss me, did ‘ee?”

Thank you for the ask! 😁

[platonic-pals-punchout]

WELCOME TO PLATONIC PALS PUNCHOUT!

If Saturday cartoons taught us anything it’s that The Power Of Friendship is the ultimate weapon that can defeat any obstacle! But can it defeat…other friendships!? 

This tournament pits Dynamic Duo vs Dynamic Duo to see who has the Ultimate Friendship. They will do this by punching other pairs in the face winning polls!

We are currently running Round 1, Part 1. If you don't see your guys, don't worry, Part 2 & 3 are coming later! Thank you everyone for voting! Part 1 round 1 is over, and Part 2 round 1 is next.

Tied polls will perform the "befriend your enemy" trope and team up! They need to be within 1% of each other to qualify as a tie.

[Part 1 matchups image]

Links to polls:

Ballister Boldheart & Nimona vs Giovanni Potage & Molly Blyndeff

Kris Dreemurr & Susie vs Agent Curt Mega & Tatiana Slozhno

Gon Freecss & Killua Zoldyck vs Dr Coomer & Bubby

Wander & Sylvia vs Bill Preston & Ted Logan

Firestar & Graystripe vs Dean Winchester & Charlie Bradbury

Qi Xiaotian "MK" & Long Xiaojiao "Mei" vs Maya Fey & Phoenix Wright

Gus Porter & Willow Park vs James T. Kirk & Spock

Balloon & Suitcase vs Tian & Longtae

The Knight & Little Princess vs Meander & Quintet

Palamedes Sextus & Camilla Hect vs Shawn Spencer & Gus Burton

Ariel & Shiraori vs Simon Snow & Penelope Bunce

Lee Everett & Clementine vs Aang & Zuko

Chet Anderson & Player vs Miguel & Tulio

Geo Stelar & Omega-xis vs Sonic & Tails

Leslie Knöpfe & Anne Perkins vs Sherlock Holmes & Joan Watson

Pavitr Prabhakar & Hobie Brown vs Finn the Human & Jake the Dog

Good luck to everyone!

👉Absolutely DO NOT comment things like “These characters are totally dating!” This is an aro-safe space & insisting that 2 characters someone sees as platonic are ~actually dating~ is cruel. If you genuinely believe someone cheated & submitted an unqualified duo, DM or send me an ask. (Also: characters who date after a long friendships are allowed if emphasis is on the friendship)

(Note: I will NOT be going out of my way to organize every single piece of propaganda, bc that is WAY too much work. However, I will reblog all propaganda that comes to my attention, & I will answer all propaganda asks.)

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