#including adding blush layers

[indig0trolls]

MESSY SKETCH ADOPT TALKSPRITE EDITS

15-35$ USD, order on etsy!

Exactly what it says on the tin. You bought a messy sketch adopt from me? I'll do an expressions edit for em so you can use em as sprites!

Packages are as outlined above. Each package comes with at minimum a base 3 set of brows, eyes, and mouths, as well as 3 blush options, additional add ons from there!

Additionally, I'm offering MINOR. MINOR color edits as an option. Was there an accessory you wish was a different color? Want to add freckles? You got it! Major changes to overall clothing/hair and blood color are not permitted however, and I will not be doing any lines alternation at this time. If you're not sure! message me BEFORE filling out the form and ordering.

NOW FOR THE BAD NEWS: Only certain designs are eligible for sprite edits! Why you ask? Well. foolish me, I merged all my old adopt files down so they're not editable anymore. I've linked below the cut the sketch adopt sets that are eligible for edits, but you can also see which specific designs are eligible via the form linked on ko-fi.

Unthemed set: Ain't your baby/Out of Your League

Unthemed set: Dare to Dream/Sullen & Grim/Dancing Through Life

Circus Act Set

Fall into Fall Set - Exception: Cozy sweater (face obscured by nonremovable design element)

Let's Get Spooky Set - Exception: Are You My Mummy? (face obscured by nonremovable design element)

Witch's Cottage Set

[twstowo]

Bro you can't just make a forehead kissing post and NOT do the rest of the characters 😭🙏 /j

No but actually can you do the first years? I like to imagine all this started with a dare from one of them coughcoughACEcough and now Yuu's just going around sniping all their friends' foreheads with their lips

♡︎ You are right anon, I will redeem myself by doing all the characters.

♡︎ Includes: First Years

[Here]☆[Second years]☆[Third Years]☆[One final forehead kiss]☆[Extras]

The quest for giving everyone a forehead kiss began when you stumbled upon Ace, deeply engrossed in his thoughts. His hair danced in the gentle breeze, adding an extra layer of charm to his profile. Unable to resist, you tried to slowly approach him without making any sound, trying your best to catch him by surprise and when you came close enough to him you interrupted his daydreaming with a tender forehead kiss.

"What was that for?" he laughed, his response oozing with self-assurance. And to be fair his smug demeanour grated on your nerves, you just gave him a forehead kiss and he reacted like that? No, way! He needed a reality check!

"If you didn't appreciate it, I'll just find Deuce and shower him with forehead kisses instead!" you told him, enjoying the surprise in Ace's widened eyes. Unwilling to back down, he rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Go ahead! Kiss the entire school's forehead! See if I care." Those words struck a chord, prompting you to turn on your heel and leave him to his own devices. You were going to make him regret saying those words.

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⋆⋅☆Deuce:

As soon as you kiss his forehead, he becomes a mess. He touches the spot you just kissed, trying to form any coherent words. Just show him your forehead and tap it, as if telling him to kiss you back, he turns red but kisses you as quickly as he sees you gesture for him to kiss you, as if he always wanted to do that. His hand cups your face, tenderly caressing your cheeks without even thinking.

He daydreams about these moments for the next few weeks.

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⋆⋅☆Jack:

Feeling extremely embarrassed by the unexpected gesture, he avoids eye contact and looks everywhere but your face. After a while, he musters the courage to thank you, and then you both find yourselves in a silent, awkward moment. If you linger without leaving, he eventually gathers more courage and asks if you'd like a forehead kiss in return. If you agree, he gives you a quick kiss, followed by a gentle pat on the head.

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⋆⋅☆Epel:

Finds himself in an internal struggle, Epel wrestles with various thoughts. Does your gesture mean you see him as cute? Is it an affront to his masculinity? Does he need to step up his game? Swiftly, he decides to take action, pulling you by the waist and delivering a surprisingly passionate kiss. Once he's done, he turns as red as you, contemplating the consequences of his impulsive move.

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⋆⋅☆Ortho:

He is so happy with your forehead kiss that he starts to delve into an explanation of the significance behind various types of kisses. He proceeds to suggest the kinds of kisses you should bestow upon his brother. At this point, he's essentially delivering a lecture on the art of kissing. Idia passes behind the two of you and overhears the conversation, for the next week you can’t find him anywhere, he is way too embarrassed to show up in front of you.

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⋆⋅☆Sebek:

Grateful to the Seven for the unforgettable moment, Sebek cherishes your gesture, vowing to remember it for the rest of his life. Then he proceeds to tell you that your actions are obscene and that you shouldn't just kiss him like that out of nowhere. Throughout the week, he can't shake off the memory, and whenever he encounters you, he blushes, scowls, and quickly turns away, unable to contain his embarrassment.

[adore-laur]

DADRRY BLURB

what the hell, sure. welcome back dadrry!

——

It's the usual time of night when Harry prepares his mind and body for a healthy eight hours of undisturbed sleep. And by undisturbed, that doesn't include being woken up by either of his daughters. It's not so much an interruption as it is a natural part of being a father. These days, he's a master at curing midnight wakings from nightmares, sugar rushes, sicknesses, and those fussy sleep regression phases.

Secretly, he loves the challenge and reward of it all. There's nothing better than calming a baby's cry or tiring out a toddler's hyperactive brain. Even when he does it while half-asleep, the feeling of being needed by his children is unparalleled.

After putting the kids to bed, Harry has a set of rules for himself: take a scorching hot shower, drink a mug of chamomile tea, and put away his phone and laptop. It creates an inner warmth that relaxes him from top to bottom. After expeditious kitchen shifts followed by hands-on parenting, the last thing he wants is eyestrain and an aching pulse at his temples.

He'll often read a mystery or historical fiction novel to guide his thoughts away from work. It's a simple pleasure to get lost in the pages, lit only by the bedside lamp as his eyelids grow heavy. He'll bookmark whatever page is the culprit of his sleepiness and save it for tomorrow. No printed words are worth a crick in his neck. Afterward, you'll eventually join him, and he'll spend his last minutes of consciousness with his skin pressed against you, breathing in your familiar scent.

Tonight's routine goes a little differently, courteous of you. Harry manages to take a shower, adding a dose of meditation toward the end, and is blowdrying his hair when you peek your head past the bedroom doorway. Your gaze searches for him, roving over the empty bed and open closet until it lands on him standing in the connected bathroom. He shuts the dryer off, sensing you have something of importance to tell him. You're dressed in pajamas already, the matching silk two-piece hugging your curves and providing him with glimpses of skin he was deprived of all day. Lord knows the thin material draped over your bare breasts will be the cause of greedy, wandering hands under the covers later. He nearly groans just thinking about it.

Blinking himself out of that lovely fantasy, Harry lifts his eyes back up to your face. "Hi, baby," he says, setting the dryer down and fluffing his unruly hair in the mirror. There is something so intimate about seeing his and your reflection right before bedtime, in the low light after a long day. The domestic simpleness of living together, sharing a space, and coming home to each other is a delight he always revels in.

"Hey," you say, smiling and leaning against the doorjamb. "I'll wait until you're done."

Still staring at you in the mirror, Harry grips the sink's edge and hangs his head dramatically. "Why must you torture me with those pajamas?"

You roll your eyes. "Oh, please. You sleep nearly naked every night."

He finds you in the mirror again, his eyes heavy with lust. "And does it torture you?"

"I'll never tell," you reply, although a pretty blush stains your cheeks—a clear giveaway.

He smirks and says, "Give me a second. I'll be right there." He turns his attention back to his hair, but not before catching a brief flash of you practically skipping to the bed. With a warm feeling caressing his heart, he digs through the vanity drawer and finishes his routine, which consists of a spritz of sea salt spray in his curls, two swipes of Old Spice deodorant on his armpits, and a layer of maple-flavored lip balm that you'll probably—most definitely—kiss off within the next hour.

Flicking the light off, Harry makes his way to where you're sitting on the bed with a taped cardboard box in front of your tucked knees. It's only the size of half a shoebox. He sits and rests his back against the upholstered headboard, waiting for you to speak.

"Did you order a package from somewhere?" you ask, pushing the box toward him.

Harry frowns, his eyes narrowing as he tries to recall purchasing anything online recently. "I don't believe so. Why, did you?"

"No. It was on the front porch." You shrug, also confused by the mysterious box. "Must have just gotten delivered."

"Huh," he says. There's no return address, just a To: Harry Styles, and it leaves him stumped. Is it from a neighbor? A secret admirer? A stalker who is currently watching him through the window and waiting for him to open it?

New fear unlocked: a box with unknown origins.

Tearing his suspicious eyes away from the window—where thankfully no one lurks—he picks the box up and shakes it cautiously. Something inside shuffles, sounding like a solid object cushioned by something softer. Good grief, did he order something nonsensical while somnolent?

"I'm scared," Harry says bluntly.

You take the box and flip it all around like there could be a message hidden somewhere. Grinning, you say, "This is exciting. I love surprises."

"Then you should open it."

"Let's open it together," you suggest, crawling into his lap. With your back against his chest, Harry rubs his tired eyes and silently agrees. Sleep will only come harder if that unopened box sits menacingly throughout the night.

You seem unfazed by this random occurrence, but that's just how you are. The woman he married embraces the unpredictability of life and coaxes the curious nature he thought he grew out of as an adult. Now, staring at the harmless box, Harry follows your lead and digs his fingers into the topmost slit covered with flimsy tape. The cardboard gives way, and he opens the flaps slowly as if a wild animal might leap out.

He notices you aren't looking at the box's contents. Your eyes are trained on him, the eager expression you previously wore now softened.

"What's in there?" you ask, your thumb stroking the intrinsic lines and curves of his palm.

Harry looks from you to the box several times, not understanding the shift in mood. You nod, encouraging him to reveal the secret. He discovers a white fleece blanket, small enough in size for his brain to fire a synapse that he can't quite comprehend just yet.

"A blanket," he says with utter confusion. "Who would send me this?" When you quirk your lips to the side, he takes a shot in the dark. "Is this from you?"

"I don't know. Let's see the blanket." Your voice has gotten hushed.

Harry carefully takes it out, the material soft and lush. Again, he realizes it's small, not large enough to cover a full-grown person. Not even a child.

At that moment, during those few seconds where Harry's brain connects the dots, is when he shakes the blanket out and reads the embroidered words Baby Styles #3. He freezes, staring at the cursive letters stitched delicately into... a baby blanket. As he tries to process everything, you set a pregnancy test in his loose grasp, the lightweight plastic heavy with significance. His body jolts with awareness as he frantically holds it under the lamp, his hands beginning to shake. The two lines are as clear as day. Not faint. Not just a possibility. Positive.

It isn't a complete surprise. There were serious, sit-down conversations about growing the family one more time. Questions of, Are we ready for another one? and When's the right time? were answered with mutual confidence. Then it was just a matter of trying, though not as stringently as the last two times. If it was meant to be, it would happen. There was no rush. There's beauty in taking things slow and not relying on hope alone. It requires patience, maybe even a little fate, and now Harry fully understands that good things come to those who wait.

"I'm pregnant," you whisper in his ear, not able to contain the joyous laugh that punctuates your statement.

Harry falls back on the bed and stares at the ceiling with blurred vision. "This is real, right? You're not pranking me?"

You straddle his bare torso, beaming at him like an angel. "I tricked you with the box. But this—" you grab the test and vulnerably hold it in your palms—"is real. We have an appointment in two weeks."

Harry sits up quickly, anchors himself to your waist, and pulls you back down on the mattress with him. You giggle, limbs tangled and breathless with excitement. "Fuck," he says, kissing every inch of your neck. "I've been dreaming of this." He brushes your hair back with gentle fingers. "Another baby."

"Could be twins or triplets. You never know."

"Wouldn't that be something," he muses, not even mildly frightened of that inconceivable thought.

Happy tears drip from your lashes. "I'm sure it won't feel real until, well, you know..."

Yeah, he knows. He had the privilege of watching you bloom twice. Each time was slightly different, with varying symptoms and measurements. What remained the same was your radiant beauty that somehow became even more pronounced as the pregnancies progressed. It was remarkable to witness. He couldn't believe you were able to create life so gracefully.

You take Harry's hand and place it on your lower stomach. There's no physical proof since it's far too early, yet he knows it will sneak up on him, and before long, he'll be cradling a crying baby in his arms. For the third time.

"Can we keep this a secret?" Harry asks quietly. "At least until you have a cute bump that can't be ignored anymore."

"Can you keep it a secret?" you tease. The last two pregnancies were revealed to family and friends, both times spoiled by him. Apparently, he was making it obvious by the way he touched you and the "hints" he wasn't aware he was dropping. The first time, during a summer get-together with your side of the family, he honestly doesn't remember holding your cousin's baby girl and cheekily saying "I'm preparing." The backyard went eerily silent until you shouted the news to save his ass from fumbling through some half-baked explanation. The second time, during Christmas dinner, he really doesn't remember his hand drifting so evidently to your bump that you hid under a loose sweater. He may have been tipsy, so when his mother pulled him into the hallway and gave him a knowing look, he couldn't help but nod bashfully to confirm her motherly intuition.

"I'll be good, I promise," Harry says, making a show of locking lips and throwing away the key.

You cup his cheeks and attach your mouth to his. He melts into your sweet, tender kiss that he can't live without. "It doesn't matter to me. But I definitely want to get past the first trimester in case..." Your voice trails off, and Harry nods to show he understands the unspoken prospect.

"I guess I'm just already feeling protective," he murmurs, his hand traveling down your thigh. "Want you and this secret all to myself."

"You're a greedy, greedy man," you say, shifting your hips.

He groans. "It's these damn pajamas."

"Oh, you have nine months of torture ahead. You know why?"

"Why, sweetheart?"

You sigh theatrically. "Because there will come a time when these pajamas won't fit anymore. And poor me will be in the third trimester in the late summer, which means it'll be too hot to wear anything to bed."

Harry's jaw hangs open, filthy fantasies flashing through his mind at warp speed. "Yeah? Well fuck, I better take advantage of the precious time I have left with them." He snaps the waistband of your shorts.

You laugh loudly, the sound filling the room like it was always meant to, and Harry takes it as an invitation to dive under the silk.

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[echoingspectrum]

𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝐶𝑜𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡: 𝑦𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒 ( 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 )

As the head alchemist of the Alchemy Commission, it is your responsibility to oversee all alchemical experiments and research conducted by the commission. This includes ensuring the safety protocols are followed, analyzing the results of experiments, and providing guidance to other alchemists. 

In addition to that, you must also welcome your special guest with the utmost importance and provide for any of their needs, no matter how obscene their demand is. However, this rule only applies to one certain individual who happens to visit your work very often.

"Stay silent." A gloved hand firmly pressed against your mouth, muffling any sound that threatened to escape. The intensity in his eyes made it clear that breaking the silence was not an option.

Not that you wanted to, but the thrill of getting caught is what fueled your adrenaline. The suspense hung in the air, making every second feel like an eternity as you wondered what would happen next.

"We wouldn't want anyone from the Alchemy Commission to see their precious head alchemist be seen as so obscene, do you~?" His voice oozed with a mix of menace and amusement, sending shivers down your spine.

You could only imagine the consequences if anyone discovered the head alchemist engaging in such forbidden activities. As you stared into his piercing eyes, you couldn't help but wonder how this would play out.

His hand slowly glides to your clothed breast, fondling it ever so gently, like he were holding a fragile piece of glass that is real and emanating comfort heat. As his other hand descends to your lower flower.

Fiddling with your bottoms till it dropped to the ground with a soft thud. Nimbling fingers went to the wet patch of your inner thighs, tracing delicate patterns that sent electric waves of pleasure through your body.

Muffled moans escaped your lips as he skillfully played with the base of your cunt. Giving your clit a squeeze and caress, he expertly applies just the right amount of pressure, causing a surge of intense pleasure to course through you. 

Your body trembles in response as his touch becomes more insistent and his fingers explore every inch of your sensitive folds. Each stroke sends you deeper into a state of bliss, leaving you craving more of his touch. 

Especially while wearing his gloves. The rough texture of the material adds an extra layer of sensation, intensifying every touch and stroke.

"Aeons, you're soaked. Have you actually been waiting for this?" he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

You blush, unable to deny the truth, as your body betrays you. Protesting won't help as your overwhelming desires accumulate. Your whole stature is trembling with anticipation, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. 

"F-Fuck!" You stumble back against his chest, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispered words of desire. 

The anticipation builds as his hands continue their exploration, teasing and tantalizing every part of you. 

You can't help but arch your back, pressing yourself closer to him, yearning for the ultimate release that only he can provide. 

Teasing it forth and back till it slid inside of you with ease, as if your body complies naturally to his every command. When suddenly he thrust his fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot that sends an electrifying sensation to your core over and over again before adding an additional digit to add even more pleasure. 

"I spend my entire morning in my chambers, only thinking of how your body molds against mine," Dan Feng confessed. Glancing at him, his draconic eyes burned with a mixture of desire and adoration. 

"You have bewitched me completely," he whispered, his voice husky with longing. 

You would've been replying back to him with the same amount of dulcet tones if it weren't for his digits plunging into your velvety cavern, causing you to gasp in pleasure. Your ears caught the sound of your insides squelch with drips of your juice slipping out to the ground. 

"D-Dan Feng⏤we shouldn't be doing this r-right now⏤ Ahh~" Your words faltered as you tried to resist the intoxicating pull between you, but the intense sensations overwhelmed your protests, concealed by the high elder's sudden passionate kiss that silenced any further objections. 

Your guys' tongues danced in a wild tango, exploring each other's mouths with fervor and hunger. The taste of him mingled with the sweet sounds of your moans, creating a symphony of desire that echoed through the space. 

Your legs are trembling, and your core is nearly bursting, thinking your sweet release is just within reach. The world around you fades away, as the only thing that matters is you and him. 

As if pressing against you, aching to be inside. The anticipation builds, fueling the fire of your desire even more. Every touch and every kiss brings you closer to the edge of ecstasy⏤

"H-Hey!" You both suddenly break apart, startled by the unexpected interruption. Your eyes widen as you look at the High Elder himself, looking smug and amused at your half-fucked state. 

His eyes were piercing through every inch of your features. The rich hue of redness painted your cheeks, your eyes heaved with desire and frustration that he could clearly see, and your wetness glazed the floor under you.

Disappointment and annoyance immediately went through your mind as you realized that the moment had been ruined. "W-Why did you⏤"

He shoved his gloved digits straight past your lips, which are coated with your sweet moisture. 

"Silent," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. 

The taste of your own arousal lingered on your tongue as you obediently closed your mouth but moved your tongue to clean off the excess of your wetness from his fingers. The interruption left you frustrated and curious about what he had in store for you next. 

"We'll be finishing this at my chambers. You can scream as loud as you wish."

[darkshelbyfiction]

Personal Whore (Kink Series)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Female Reader

Summary: This Series will explore different fetishes including an innocence kink, somnophilia, anal play, watersports, bdsm, marking, edging, and anything else you would like me to include!

In this series, you are Thomas Shelby's maid. You are innocent and shy. This is your first job. Thomas Shelby takes an interest in you and pays you to become his personal whore. He makes you have sex with him in exchange of money, every day, using perverse techniques to satisfy his needs.

PART ONE: ORAL SKILLS

"You have been working for me for two weeks now Love and you recently turned 18, right?" Thomas questioned and you nodded timidly, nervous about what might come next.

"I... yes sir," you whispered softly, averting your gaze slightly out of shyness. The room seemed impossibly large and dimly lit, accented only by the flickering candlelight reflecting off the pristine white sheets upon the bed.

"Very well, that means that you are of legal age for my proposition." His voice dripped honeyed promises.

"Now let me ask you, Love... Do you know what some of the other maids here do for me in order to earn some more money?" your employer asked quietly, watching you closely.

"They perform various tasks, sir," you answered hesitantly, trying not to imagine where he could be going with this conversation.

"That's right," he said before looking at you with even more intensity in his gaze. "And do you know what these tasks entail?"

He asked, leaning closer, his proximity sending waves of anxiety through your body.

"Well," you began cautiously, choosing your words carefully. "Sarah said that, occasionally, she would touch you down there," you blushed, feeling mortified at having revealed such intimate information, albeit indirectly. You noticed a flash of excitement in his eyes when mentioning sensitive areas—a sign that perhaps this wasn't all just talk?

Thomas nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable as he processed your response. Then he rose gracefully from his seat, moving deliberately toward you like a predator closing in on its prey. It felt odd being so close to someone with whom you had worked for almost two months without any physical contact beyond casual banter.

"She occasionally touches me, yes," replied Thomas, maintaining eye contact. "But it isn't always required – merely desired. So I wonder, my dear, how far would you go for some extra compensation?" He smirked subtly, inviting himself deeper into the territory where you were reluctant to venture.

The heat of the moment caused you to feel flustered and uncertain as you attempted to gauge the severity of Thomas' intentions. Your heart raced faster than ever before, threatening to escape your chest as sweat glistened lightly along your brow.

"You want me to touch your pe..., uhm, you know...down there..." your voice trailed off, unable to find the courage to say the word 'penis'. Thomas smiled reassuringly, appreciating your discomfort as he realized you hadn't quite grasped the extent of his proposal.

"Yes, sweetheart. I want you to touch my cock and, maybe, one day, you will even take it in to your mouth or let me put it into your pussy, eh," Thomas stated confidently while running his hand across your cheek, causing involuntary shivers to run up your spine.

Your face colored deeply with embarrassment, though it also held an undeniable hint of curiosity. While your desire to please and satisfy your newfound benefactor burned intensely, something inside you screamed that taking things further than simple caresses went too far - yet another layer of turmoil added to the complex relationship unfolding between you both.

Having sensed your inner conflict, Thomas chose to approach the subject tactically.

Slowly, tenderly brushing aside a lock of your hair, he asked: "How does that make you feel, sweetheart?" His tone betrayed no judgement or impatience, instead offering understanding and acceptance. "Do you think you can handle that sort of responsibility?"

You trembled underneath his gentle ministrations, torn between fear and arousal, struggling to process your rapidly evolving feelings towards your once strictly professional superior.

"I never even seen a man's private parts before, sir. I was saving myself for marriage, but some extra cash would sound nice too," Your statement came out as a quiet plea for guidance, a confession of ignorance that exposed your vulnerability.

"Well, for what it's worth, no one would ever find out, Love. Not even your future husband," Thomas said and there was a sinister edge to his tone.

"I know that you are a good catholic girl, but sometimes it is worth doing bad things for the right incentive, wouldn't you agree?" Thomas said before he decided to lay bare his plans for you. "So, listen very carefully. If you agree to carry out these tasks, then I promise you that I will give you double your usual wages for the duration of your employment. In addition, I will give you £500 for your virginity and loyalty. How does that strike you?"

Stunned and bewildered, you stared at him in disbelief. Double your pay for doing things you didn't understand fully and parting ways with your cherished purity – your whole world suddenly seemed to spin wildly out of control. Yet despite the magnitude of the choices facing you, one thing remained clear: continuing as your present self would lead to financial ruin.

With tears swelling in your eyes, you found yourself considering Thomas' offer, wondering whether surrendering everything you believed in truly amounted to nothing less than selling your soul. Still, it was difficult to resist the lure of instant prosperity, particularly given the dire straits you faced otherwise. As you struggled internally, Thomas watched patiently, waiting for you to decide. Finally, with a heavy heart, you made your decision.

Nodding solemnly, you declared, "Alright, Mr. Shelby, I agree, but I need you to triple my wages and add another £500 for my virtue."

With an approving smile curling at the corner of his lips, Thomas conceded, "Agreed. I will triple your wages and pay you a lump sum of £1,000 for your precious purity," your employer said before unbuckling his belt without bothering to remove the rest of his clothes.

"Understandably, you may need time to become comfortable enough to execute these duties adequately, so I shall start you off slowly," Thomas explained calmly before unzipping his pants and thereby exposing his erect member. Despite your reservations, you couldn't help but notice the size and firmness of his cock as he pushed down his pants halfway. 

"It doesn't look so scary, does it, Love?" he murmured, his voice holding an undercurrent of amusement, attempting to ease your apprehension as he reached for your hand, guiding it tentatively towards his penis. With an anxious breath, you followed his instruction, marveling at the weightiness of his organ, still unsure of exactly what he expected from you.

As your fingers traced delicate patterns over his length, you discovered small nubs on the underside, eliciting a deep groan from him. Uncertain about your progress thus far, you glanced upwards briefly to catch sight of his reaction, finding satisfaction etched upon his features.

"See, Love, we're making headway already," Thomas commented gently, encouraging you with warmth.

Despite your lingering apprehensions, the confidence exuded by your master proved infectious, allowing you to relax somewhat and follow the path laid out before you.

Inch by inch, your exploration continued until you encountered the tiny knobbiness located near the base of his organ. Upon stimulating it, Thomas' moans grew louder, confirming your suspicion that you had struck gold.

Encouraged by this success, you bravely moved onto his sacrum, discovering that a soft ticklish patch accompanied it. Smiling sheepishly, you proceeded to explore the area thoroughly. After satisfying yourself with a leisurely tour, you finally turned your attention back to the main event – his impressively throbbing phallus.

Feeling emboldened, you took hold of the tip, applying a slight pressure that resulted in a low grumble emitting from Thomas.

Taking hold of your hand again, he positioned it correctly, demonstrating proper technique. Encouraged by his expertise, you mirrored his movements and gradually increased the strength of your strokes, matching his fervent pace.

"That's it, love! Keep going!" he urged, his hands now wrapped tightly around yours before making a somewhat unusual request.

"How do you feel about taking my cock into your mouth, Love?" Thomas whispered huskily, watching your every move closely.

"You want me to do what?" you asked, still feeling uneasy about performing such acts. The mere idea sent waves of nervousness coursing through your body, prompting your limbs to quiver.

"I want you to practice sucking my cock, Love," Thomas insisted matter-of-factly, a commanding authority evident in his tone.

Swallowing hard, you hesitated for a brief moment before asking timidly, "Like a lollipop?" 

"No, not like a lollipop, Love," Thomas replied, his words filled with amused indulgence. "Just wrap your lips around the head first and start by licking off my pre-cum. Trust me, it won't be as terrible as you might imagine."

His assurance did little to alleviate your anxiety, but nonetheless, you nodded obediently.

Gingerly, you took his thick shaft into your small hands, immediately experiencing a strange mixture of revulsion and fascination.

Carefully lowering your head, you pressed your tongue to the engorged head, savoring the salty taste of his precum.

"There you go, sweetheart. Lick around the ridge just above the hole," Thomas instructed you kindly, clearly aware of how intimidated you were feeling.

"That's a good girl," he told you and, just as you obeyed his directive, your fingers simultaneously worked to stroke the entire length of his impressive manhood.

"Now take me in your mouth, sweetheart. As far as you can," Thomas commanded authoritatively, his voice full of raw demand as, with trembling fingers, you complied, opening wide to accommodate his girth.

"Beautiful," Thomas breathed, appreciating your attempt before holding onto your hair and pulling slightly to guide your mouth deeper down on his erection.

As your lips grazed the sensitive skin beneath his glans, a wave of dizziness assaulted you, leaving you gasping as you tried to regulate your breathing.

"There you have it, sweetheart, take it all," Thomas directed firmly, pressing your mouth harder against him. Gulping reflexively, you felt the foreign object filling your mouth, causing your cheeks to bulge comically.

"I will fuck your throat now," Thomas muttered roughly, thrusting himself further into your open mouth, causing you to gag involuntarily. Your eyes watered with the unexpected intensity of sensation. But even amidst the choking panic, something inside you recognized an undeniable thrill.

Thomas held you firmly in place, ensuring you maintained eye contact throughout the experience. As your struggle to maintain control intensified, so did his aggressiveness.

"Good girl," he growled approvingly when you managed to adapt quickly, albeit tears streaming down your face and saliva dripping from your chin.

His cock now nestled comfortably within your tender throat, Thomas began moving faster, building momentum. His touch became more forceful as you submitted to his demands blindly, consumed by newfound passion.

"Do you know what happens to a man when he orgasms, Love?" Thomas asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow playfully as he continued to use your mouth and throat for your pleasure. 

Confusion crossed your face, unable to discern the meaning behind his inquiry as you shook your head.

"Well, when I cum, seed will spill out from my cock right into your eager mouth," Thomas clarified casually while fondling your wet cheek. "Are you ready for that?"

Your brow furrowed, processing the implications of his statement. It dawned on you that your role as his sexual submissive required complete submission, including receiving the ultimate release from your employer.

You nodded silently, acknowledging your willingness to accept whatever fate awaited you. And as Thomas' hips started bucking violently, indicating his imminent climax, you steeled yourself, preparing for the inevitable outcome.

"Good girl. I want you to swallow my load completely," Thomas ordered, his voice rough with anticipation as he thrusted in and out of your throat. Without question, you opened wider, bracing yourself for the sudden explosion. As Thomas' hips jerked forward, releasing a torrent of hot semen directly into your gaping mouth, you could barely contain your shock. The searing liquid burned your throat, stinging fiercely, but you endured, determined to satisfy your master. Consequently, Thomas let loose a powerful roar, his muscles tensing powerfully, as his body convulsed in ecstasy.

Pulling away from your tender mouth after the volley was spent, he looked deeply into your eyes, searching for any signs of resistance or regret. Finding none, a satisfied smirk formed across his lips. "Very good indeed, Love. Now open your mouth and show me your tongue once again," commanded Thomas, placing one palm on either side of your face. Submissively, you parted your lips to expose your reddened tongue, waiting patiently for further orders. "Keep practicing, because soon you'll be giving me blowjobs regularly until, in two weeks or so, I will fuck this virgin pussy of yours," he informed you confidently, running his finger along your neck, arousal evident in his gaze.

Understanding implicitly that your services would extend beyond the confines of today's encounter, you silently accepted your fate without protest.

After all, despite the humiliation and unfamiliar experiences you underwent, there remained an inexplicable allure. Something about submitting entirely to the desires of another piqued an unidentifiable desire deep within you, stirring feelings that seemed almost forbidden. In time, perhaps these indistinct yearnings could evolve into something concrete and tangible. For now, however, you must focus solely on perfecting your skills as Thomas' personal pleasure provider and you soon learned that his requests are more than just a little unusual. 

[choerypetal]

Having a relationship between Mike Schmidt and Steve Raglan

Having to share a relationship between Mike Schmidt and Steve Raglan would be interesting (SFW & NSFW) hihi Enjoy!

SFW 

If a romantic entanglement involving Mike, Steve, and yourself were ever to materialize, it's worth noting that they aren't particularly keen on sharing. Especially if one of them feels that they  monopolizing their time with you a little too much. You see, to them, you serve as both entertainment and a source of distraction to maintain their sanity.

Steve had a distinctive approach to relationships. He relished role-playing scenarios and enjoyed seeing you play the role of a devoted partner. Upon returning from work, he had an expectation that you would have dinner prepared for him upon his arrival. That meant, dressing like a wife and being meticulously responsible with your duty. 

Steve had a deep appreciation for your culinary skills. Every Friday, as a gesture of gratitude for your kindness and domestic attentiveness, he would order takeout on his way home. This package usually included a thoughtful card, a bouquet of flowers, and a bottle of wine. And each evening would often culminate in a relaxed yet passionate encounter.

In contrast to Steve, Mike had a completely different perspective. Having faced numerous challenges in his life, he viewed you as the love of his life. This sentiment often translated into him tenderly embracing you, wrapping his arms around your waist when he returned home from work, eagerly anticipating dinner. His guilt for not assisting with meal preparations weighed on him, but you, understanding how exhausted he was, firmly insisted that he relax and even allowed him to rest his head on your shoulder.

While you appreciated his efforts to assist you, you also took pleasure in witnessing his relaxation. It was a rare sight, the way he would occasionally sneak a kiss from you, even when you pretended to be asleep before he headed off to work. It was these small gestures that brought him great joy. Sometimes, they led to extended cuddling sessions that seemed to stretch for hours, only to be interrupted by the reminder that he had to return to work.

NSFW 

Dry Humping : 

This was a favorite experience for both of them. Mike, in particular, preferred a gentle and unhurried approach. He took pleasure in watching the gradual blush deepen on your cheeks with each tender moment. The subtle friction between your lingerie and the warmth of his clothing held a special allure for Mike. Let's just say that Mike reveled in intimate moments that were passionate and unhurried. In fact, there were times when he was so exhausted that he willingly relinquished control to you. When he returned home from work, he'd head straight to his room, a subtle invitation for you to join him. You'd often find him already asleep, lying on his back, his face turned towards you with closed eyes. Sometimes, the sensations of your movements would stir him, leaving you in suspense, unable to discern whether he was truly asleep or not. This ambiguity added an extra layer of enjoyment to the experience for both of you.

For Steve, it was the complete opposite. Whenever he was engrossed in work or engaged in a call with a client, you would stealthily enter his office, taking extra care to make no noise that might raise suspicion. This clandestine rendezvous was something Steve found quite enjoyable. As you approached him, it was you who would assert control before he had a chance to resist. Only once the calls and other tasks were completed would he finally wrap his arms around your petite waist. The sensation of your clothes rubbing against each other would gradually intensify, transitioning from a slow pace to something more urgent. Your voice would fill the room, calling out his name, as he leaned in to explore the curve of your neck, his full lips eagerly exploring every inch they could reach. 

Peaking : 

Mike typically wasn't one to sneak a peek, but when he was truly captivated, you couldn't underestimate his curiosity. His fascination often went a bit overboard whenever you entered the same room as him. You began to notice this when you returned late from your job at the local canteen, still wearing the uniform that your boss required all waitresses to wear. Exhausted from your long day, you inadvertently forgot to lock the door while changing, and this presented an unexpected opportunity for Mike. Although he had seen a naked body before, it was his way of expressing his deep admiration for you. While it may have seemed a bit strange at the beginning of your relationship, you eventually grew to appreciate how his eyes would light up as each piece of clothing was removed. Even the subtle moments, like when you knelt down to retrieve something you had dropped, only to find Mike discreetly stealing a glance, became endearing in their own way.

Steve had a more uninhibited approach to peeking. While Mike would either request it in advance or on specific occasions, Steve didn't bother with such formalities. In fact, he often indulged in discreet glances in your direction whenever you made any kind of movement. Whether you were bending down to pick something up from the floor or leaning forward to him, providing him with an enticing view of your cleavage, Steve didn't hold back. Sometimes, when Steve visited the Pizzeria where you worked, your role as his employee also meant being at his beck and call for whatever he desired that evening. As the boss, he expected you to accommodate his requests, and if that involved being a source of temptation for him, he was sure to make it abundantly clear. 

Intercourse : 

Mike had a preference for unhurried and passionate encounters. He wasn't inclined to opt for quickies, and if the thought ever crossed his mind, it was likely during a moment of urgency. In general, he favored languid and intimate sessions, whether it was in the morning, sometimes in the shower, or at night – especially if you managed to steal away to the Pizzeria to entice him. He was the kind of lover who left you in a state of lingering desire, a reminder of who you belonged to, without being overly rough and leaving you sometimes when he dared to with a hint of looping tease. However, if he did go a bit too far, which you didn't mind at all. In fact, you found his earnest apologies endearing, and it even added an extra layer of intimacy to your relationship. To this, Mike didn't raise any objections.

Steve, on the other hand, had a fondness for the intensity of quick and passionate encounters. He took pleasure in witnessing your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your bodies ignited with desire, feeling your fingernails dig into his skin, leaving their mark all over you. Steve delighted in the idea of demonstrating that you were unequivocally his, regardless of the setting, even if it meant a hasty encounter in a department store's changing room. While he wasn't particularly keen on public spaces, your fascination with them was one of your fantasies that deeply aroused him, pushing him to explore more daring encounters, including in his office. Steve wasn't hesitant to leave tender red marks on your buttocks, eliciting your passionate pleas and cries for his name, often rendering you unable to move the next day. This, in turn, led to teasing and left you blushing intensely, with a pout that invited a mischievous grin to dance across his face.

After care : 

Mike was incredibly nurturing and affectionate when it came to post-intimacy care. After both of you had reached the peak of pleasure, and with exhaustion from your busy days taking over, you often found yourselves napping for extended periods. His lips would tenderly pepper your warm skin, repeating declarations of love for you. Sometimes, he'd suggest taking a soothing shower together, and on other occasions, he'd wrap his arms around you to cuddle for hours, all the while engaging in lighthearted conversations about life and sharing silly dad jokes. This would often result in Mike monopolizing the conversation, but he would always pause to place a gentle kiss on your lips, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your body, conveying a desire to hold onto that intimate moment for as long as possible.

Despite Steve's dominant and somewhat sadistic tendencies, he possessed a unique and caring side, which may have seemed peculiar to some but was endearing to you. After an intimate session, he would tenderly scoop you up in a bridal style if you happened to be at home. Steve would then prepare a soothing, warm bath for both of you, complete with a glass of wine, all in an effort to pamper and clean you. He'd wash away any traces of the session and proceed to plant more kisses on your skin, as though the ones he had left earlier weren't sufficient. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sensation of his plump lips caressing your soft skin, especially as the warm bathwater enveloped both of you. Steve had a penchant for the simpler pleasures in life, and if a bath and some extra cuddling brought happiness to your world, it was all that truly mattered to him.

[gentlekalita]

Sissy BDSM Ideas

This unique expression of BDSM can encompass a variety of scenarios and dynamics that allow individuals to explore their identities, desires, and boundaries in a safe and consensual environment. Whether you're a seasoned participant or curious about trying something new, these ideas will help you embrace the beauty of sissy play within BDSM. Let’s explore together!

Understanding Sissy BDSM

Sissy BDSM often involves a power exchange dynamic where the submissive partner embraces characteristics traditionally associated with femininity, such as clothing, behavior, and role. This journey can be liberating and empowering, allowing self-expression and exploration in a fun and playful manner.

1. Outfit Play: The Power of Clothing

Clothing is a fantastic way to begin your sissy journey and can set the tone for the entire experience. Here are some ideas:

Lingerie and Frills: Start with soft, silky lingerie that feels luxurious against the skin. Think lace teddies, frilly panties, and satin bras. These pieces can enhance your femininity and encourage a softer mindset.

Dresses and Skirts: Consider wearing dresses that accentuate your curves or flowing skirts that allow you to feel graceful. Play with colors and patterns—floral prints and pastel shades can add an extra layer of charm to your sissy persona.

Accessories: Don’t overlook the power of accessories! Items like ribbons, bows, or even playful jewelry can amplify the feminine aspect of your outfit. A cute pair of heels can also change how you carry yourself, adding confidence to your presence.

2. Makeup and Presentation

Taking time to enhance your appearance can be a fulfilling part of the experience:

Makeup Application: Experiment with makeup to highlight your features. Delicate eyeliner, soft blush, and a glossy lip can create a polished look. If you're new to makeup, try watching tutorials to help you along the way.

Hair Styling: Whether you have long hair or short, consider curling, braiding, or styling your hair in cute ways. Wearing a wig can also be fun if you’re looking to completely transform your appearance.

Mirrors and Reflection: Take time to admire your reflection. This can build confidence and help you embrace your sissy side as you explore your new look through the lens of BDSM.

3. Role Play Scenarios

Incorporating role play can make sissy BDSM incredibly exciting:

Teacher and Student: Engage in a teacher/student dynamic where the “teacher” can guide you in embracing your sissy persona, perhaps by giving playful tasks to complete while dressed.

Sissy Maid: Embrace the sissy maid archetype, where your duties include serving your Domme while dressed in cute attire. This can involve chores, playful teasing, and engaging in tasks that reinforce the power dynamics.

Sissy Pet: Transform into a sissy pet, where you explore a playful dynamic that includes obedience and endearing behaviors. You can be rewarded with affection and gentle teasing for embodying your role.

4. Sensory Experiences

Incorporate sensory play to elevate your experience:

Feathers and Fabrics: Use soft feathers or silky fabrics to tease and tickle. This light touch can heighten sensitivity and encourage arousal, mixing pleasure with submission.

Temperature Play: Explore warmth and coolness using items like ice cubes or warm oils. Sensations can create exciting contrasts across your skin, further immersing you in the sissy experience.

Blindfolding: Introduce a blindfold to heighten other senses. Not being able to see can amplify feelings of submission and vulnerability, allowing your Domme to guide you through each moment more intimately.

5. Affirmations and Praise

The power of words cannot be underestimated. Positive affirmations and praise can significantly enhance the experience:

Encouraging Words: Throughout your session, your Domme can offer kind words of encouragement. Hearing phrases like “good girl” or “you look so pretty” can boost your confidence and enhance the feeling of submission.

Guided Instructions: Your Domme can provide playful yet firm instructions on how to move or behave while in character. This not only reinforces submission but can also lead to a deeper connection.

6. Aftercare and Reflection

Aftercare is a vital component of any BDSM scenario, including sissy play:

Cuddling and Comfort: After an intense session, take the time to relax and cuddle. Gentle touches and comforting words can help you feel safe and cherished.

Reflections and Discussions: Engage in a conversation about the experience. Discuss what you enjoyed, how you felt, and any boundaries that were crossed. This openness fosters trust and deepens the connection between you and your partner.

Celebrate Progress: Recognize the courage it took to explore your sissy side. Celebrate your journey and the self-discovery involved in embracing your desires.

✨ Join Me for More Sissy Adventures!

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[woefulalien]

Hi! I've been a Sims player for a long time, and I've never shared anything I've made publicly before. I decided to change that today!

I really wanted habsims' Dipped Gradients in different colors for my own use. I've used it a ton over the years and its one of my favorites for any Sims that aren't just regular humans. So, I recolored all three lengths! Then... I got in-game and noticed for the first time that they had the effect of removing all detail on the skin under them. They give the hands an almost plastic appearance.

I went back through and redid the recolors a second time, and this time I added some texture back into them. The level of detail visible varies by color, depending on the brightness, but they look significantly more natural, I think. I've also added them to two additional tattoo slots and three body scar slots, so layering is possible. It produces varied, unpredictable feeling results, unfortunately, but when it works it feels pretty cool!

Details:

Comes in three lengths

Available in 3 tattoo slots (lower back, lower front, upper chest) and 3 body scar slots (front torso, back torso, right arm)

Lower back is required for any other slot of that length, habsims' original shouldn't be required

37 swatches each - 36 @berrygameplay Candy Shoppe palette and 1 black

Should be BGC?

Teen - Elder, unisex, disabled for random, enabled for occult

Credit: habsims for original gradient, @solistair for the hand model pose used in the the thumbnail, CmarNYC@MTS for Skininator, which I used to extract a texture for the details

DOWNLOAD HERE (Google Drive, no ads)

and.. as I said, this is my first publicly shared bit of CC; please let me know if anything is messed up!

Comparison of the original habsims texture below the cut, and a few other things, including list of CC on each model.

Original in red on left, my recolor in a similar tone on the right! From S4S so they both look different than in-game.

habsims is long deactivated, so I do not know their TOS; if this is in violation I will happily remove on request. As far as my retexture goes, I am 100% fine with anyone editing it, as long as credit is given to both myself and habsims.

@maxismatchccworld @alwaysfreecc @sssvitlanz @mmfinds

Models:

Cordyline Peatmoss: skintone, hair, & brows / eyeliner, eyeshadow / lips / eyes / body blush / body discoloration / skin details / teeth / earring / necklace & bracelet / hat / dress

Coral Sunrise: skintone & hair / brows / blush & eyeshadow / lips / skin details / highlighter / eyeliner / freckles / nails / eyes / glasses / necklace / shirt

Larimar Dragonet: skintone, brows, & goatee / hair & necklace / body blush / skin details / scales 1 / scales 2 / eyeshadow / earrings / eyes

Crane Hyssop: hair, facial hair, & brows / eyes / skin details 1 / skin details 2 / lips / blush / piercings / earrings / necklace / eyes

Peridot Quasar: skin details / scales / eyes / earrings / glasses / blush / necklace

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Pretty Pointy Smile Chapter 1

Summary:  Bucky was born different, and has been judged for it ever since.  His father has had enough and sells him to the circus.  The acceptance and love of his newfound family, and the beautifully fierce ringmaster, help him realize he’s not the monster everyone else made him out to be.

vampire!bucky barnes x curvy!reader This is set in more of like the 1950-60s/ish time period. Warnings: eventual smut, physical assault, a gun, a lion attack

Next chapter

*POW*

“Okay, that’s it, you’re fired! Get out of here, Barnes!” the foreman yelled.  Bucky huffed, wiping off his bloody knuckles and turning to grab his things, leaving the warehouse quickly.  Another fight, another job lost, another day for his father to be disappointed in him.  It wasn’t his fault he was born this way, why did everyone have to be so cruel?

When he got home and reported what had happened to his father, George Barnes was incensed, cursing and throwing things.  “I needed that money, James!  Why can’t you just keep your mouth shut?  That’s it, I can’t deal with you anymore.”  He grabbed Bucky by the arm and hauled him out of the house.

“Where are we going?  What are you doing?” Bucky asked, being dragged by the elbow towards the fairgrounds not far from their house.

George wouldn’t answer and kept stomping resolutely towards the large tent that had been erected overnight.  As they approached Bucky could smell the fair food, roasted peanuts, popcorn and funnel cakes being prepared, and hear the sounds of shouts from men setting things up and animals being herded around.  Zimmerman’s Freaky Circus was in town again.  George stopped once they entered the front gate and looked around, setting his sights on an unlucky carny.

“You!  You there!” he yelled, pointing at a young man rolling a barrel along.  The boy stopped, looking at George with wide eyes. 

“Me, sir?” he pointed towards himself.

“Yes, you.  Where’s the ringmaster?  I saw the ad in the paper,” George demanded.

The boy smiled, “Ah, Zimmerman, yeah follow me.”  He turned a different way and left the barrel.  George pulled Bucky along again, this time trying to pat off the dust and wipe off the sweat still on him from the warehouse.  Bucky swatted his hands away, trying to keep up with the boy.  After weaving through the workers, smaller tents and booths, they came upon a tent in the corner of the lot separated a bit from the rest.  The boy gestured to George and Bucky to wait before walking past the tent’s entrance.  They could hear a quiet discussion behind the curtains for a moment, then the boy popped back out.

“Right through here, sir,” the boy said as he held back the tent door.

“Thank you,” George said, walking briskly past the boy, slightly bumping his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, he’s always an ass,” Bucky whispered through tight lips to the boy as he passed him.  The boy only answered with a snort and an unimpressed look.  Once inside Bucky looked around a tent that looked like a world traveler’s apartment, trinkets hanging from the posts, the ground covered in a large Oriental carpet, a bed layered with pillows and fine blankets in the corner, a table set for tea and a vanity just off to the side from where they were standing with a woman seated at it.

She didn’t look at them immediately, fixing her hair and makeup in the mirror before standing and facing them directly.  Bucky’s eyes widened.  She was covered in tattoos, from what he could see that wasn’t covered by the robe she was wearing, from just underneath her jawline to every inch of skin including her fingers and toes.  Her hair was curled haphazardly, the makeup she had put on heavy and dark, her ears, neck, wrists and fingers decked in jewelry, and long nails painted a blood red color.  She didn’t seem to be wearing anything underneath the robe, making both George and Bucky blush.

“Hello, gentlemen, what can I do for you?” She greeted them, her voice soft but firm as she gave them a brilliant smile.

“I’m sorry, I was told this was the ringmaster’s tent?” George asked, looking around expectantly.

She snorted, “Yeah, you’re looking at her, wise guy.” Her face contorted into frustration.  “Y/N Zimmerman, of Zimmerman’s Freaky Circus.  Peter said something about you asking about the ad in the paper.  And you are?”

George was shocked at her attitude but quickly composed himself.  “George and James Barnes, ma’am.  Yes, I saw it said, ‘Looking for talent, oddities and the macabre’?  My son is at least one of those things,” he finished, pointing to Bucky.  Bucky felt like he could cry, hanging his head and looking away.

“And what’s his talent?” She asked, giving Bucky a quick glance, clocking his dejected state.

“Well, it’s more of a…deformity.  He was born with it.  And it’s caused me more trouble than good so, I’d like to know what your offer is for his time.”

Y/N gave George a glare, then walked over to Bucky, standing in front of him.  “May I see this…deformity?” She asked sweetly.  When Bucky looked down at her all he could see was pure curiosity.  He sighed through his nose, then slowly opened his mouth.  Y/N’s eyes widened, but she didn’t move away or seem fearful.  Where normal canines would sit in his mouth were two long fangs.

“Fascinating,” Y/N breathed.  “May I?” she asked as she brought a hand up towards his face.  Bucky hesitantly nodded but widened his mouth as she brought her fingers to his teeth, her thumb lightly running along the end of one of the fangs.  “I’m sure you get all kinds of vampire jokes,” she chuckled lightly, letting her hand fall back down.

“More like beatings,” Bucky mumbled.  Y/N’s eyes looked at him sadly, her hand momentarily reaching out to touch his arm but quickly pulling back.  She folded her arms then stepped back.

“So you can’t handle the fact that your son is different, so you want to sell him to the circus, do I understand you correctly?” she chastised George harshly, giving him another glare.  

George sputtered.  “The impertinence!  We come from Romania, Miss Zimmerman, the vampire and Count Dracula jokes are one thing but when your child looks like something from children’s ghost stories is another!  He can’t keep a job, can’t contribute to the house, can’t marry and therefore can’t have children to carry on my name.  I cannot be burdened with this any longer.”

Y/N was visibly seething but kept herself collected, her fingers gripping her arms tightly.  “What do you want for him?”

“$100.”

Bucky’s heart broke and he began to cry silently, keeping his head turned away so his father wouldn’t see.  How could this be happening?  Sell him off like cattle?  To a circus?  Was he really that unlovable?  Unwanted?

“Hm, I’ll make you a deal.  I’ll give you $500 for him,” Bucky’s eyes widened as he looked at her, “but then you will disappear from his life.  If he becomes a big act you will not go looking for him or following the circus harassing us for more money.  It will be like he’s dead to you.  Do I make myself clear?” Y/N snapped at George, her eyes murderous and daring him to refuse the offer.

“Done,” George agreed quickly, reaching his hand out.

“Oh no, Barnes, you’ll be signing a contract.  Peter?” Y/N called out.  The boy from earlier jogged in holding a clipboard with a paper and pen.  “Verbal agreements tend to be the bane of my existence, you understand,” Y/N continued, still giving George a grimace of a smile.  “Sign, then you get paid.”

George huffed at Y/N’s harshness, but quickly took the pen and signed the contract.  Once it was done Peter reappeared with a box, handing it to Y/N.  She opened it and took out a stack of bills, counting out the $500 and slapping it in George’s hand.

“Now be gone, or I will have you removed,” Y/N nearly growled at him.  George’s face scrunched as if he was going to say something back, but Peter gave him a wide eyed shake of his head as he skirted by him and left the tent.  He huffed again then turned to Bucky.

“I’m sorry, boy.  Goodbye,” he said quickly, then left the tent without a second glance.

Bucky couldn’t believe what had just happened.  As he came to grips with the new situation he found himself in he felt a small hand squeeze his arm.  He looked down and saw Y/N standing in front of him again, a reassuring smile on her face as she reached her other hand up and wiped his tears.  

“Come, James, let’s talk,” she said as she pulled him towards the table.  He let her guide him over, and she pulled out a chair for him.  Once they had both settled she started to pour him some tea.  “How do you like it?  Sugar?  Honey?  Milk?”

“Just one sugar is fine, thank you,” he mumbled, still not fully looking up at her.

Y/N made his cup and slid it over to him then made her own.  She swirled hers to mix the ingredients then took a sip, her eyes raking over him.  She licked her lips then sat back in the chair.

“James, I want to reassure you that even though I may have paid for you, that you are free to leave at any time.”  Bucky’s head jerked up at that, gawking at her in disbelief. “Yes, I know, it’s strange for me to pay that much for what could be nothing, but I believe in willing participation.  If you choose to leave and find your own way, I will not stop you.  But if you choose to stay, I think I can come up with something for you to do as an act in the show that will bring in more people.  You’ll be paid weekly for the shows at a rate that reflects whatever we earn that night, as well as $50 a week for helping the circus travel, such as set up, tear down, packing, maybe animal wrangling here and there, it all just depends on what we need done day to day.  We’ve all become like a big family in many ways.  Dysfunctional, but what family isn’t?”

Bucky thought about it.  A paying job, getting to travel around the country and get out of this town.  He had always liked the circus as a child.

“What would the act be?” he asked hesitantly.

“Well, it would be vampire related, obviously,” she gave him a sheepish look.  “It would be on the main stage in the big tent every night, so you’ll have an audience but they won’t have close access to you like a sideshow.  I’d have to iron out the details, but with this being a freaky show, I think it would be a big seller,” Y/N rattled off, a dazed look in her eyes as she pictured it in her mind.  “We’d have to give you a stage name, new wardrobe, maybe get some of those color lenses for your eyes, keep you away from the public’s eye so as not to ruin the illusion, we have a couple of acts like that,” she glanced at him, giving him a wink.  Bucky blushed.  “You would most likely still be hated, feared, unliked just because of the word vampire.  People fear what they do not understand, and that is what this circus is all about.  The scary, the strange, the macabre, the weird,” she moved her fingers around like a witch casting a spell.  “We have big name circuses to compete with nowadays, so I’m always looking for something different and new.  So, what do you say?”

Bucky eyes narrowed.  He would be judged and sneered at no matter where he went, whether it was in or out of a circus.  At least in a circus, he would be surrounded by other “oddities,” and he’d be getting paid for it.  

“Alright, I’ll do it,” he agreed, giving Y/N a small smile.  She smiled wide, clapping her hands.  “But,” he interrupted.  She sighed loudly, rolling her eyes.  He chuckled at her reaction, “I don’t go by James.  My middle name is Buchanan, and I’ve always gone by Bucky.”

“Oh, Bucky.  Alright…I like it,” she gave him a warm smile and long stare, like she was searching his eyes for something.  Bucky felt like he was being studied down to his very core under her stare, but for some reason didn’t want to look away from it.  It wasn't until he blinked rapidly as his eyes began to water that it seemed to break the spell and she cleared her throat.  “Well then, let’s introduce you to everyone!” she stood up suddenly, grabbing one of his hands and dragging him out of the tent towards the bustling carnies.

*picture found on Pinterest, it's AI so idk who the original "artist" could be*

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

I want to establish the blood colors of my green humanoid aliens and I cannot decide if it should be a slightly clearer copper green blood or a dark purple blood, how does any of these colors would affect blushing and anger?

different blood colors are so fun for alien design! here is an article on blood colors in different creatures that will probably help you out. it has a diagram of the chemical compounds that affect blood color.

as for the blush color, i usually figure that out with brush and layer effects in digital art.

(image description: simple colored busts of a basic green alien design with long ears and antennae. each image shows six busts, three shades of green skin, and two colors of blush, green and purple. the first image shows flat colored skin with the blush color added via a 50% opacity shade layer. the second image shows fully shaded skin via the use of deep, vivid, and mulitply brush effects, including more of the blush color in the shading all over while being more concentrated at the cheeks and ear tips. end description.)

I personally prefer to use the brush effects because it allows me to apply blush color more organically and have it come through the skin of the whole body. blood color affects more than just the cheek blush, after all. it can have a subtle effect on the color of the skin as well, depending on how translucent the skin is. veins also might show through in some areas, but they aren't necessarily going to match the blood color (as seen in humans, where the veins we can see best usually appear blue)

if you go with green skin and green blood, the blush color will be more subtle and come across as a slight darkening of the skin. if you go with green skin and purple blood, the effect will have greater contrast and the blush may appear a little blue or brown depending on what shade of green you use for the skin.

[aiaesthetics]

グース系 (Goose-kei) (Taken from the English phrase ‘mother goose’)

Goose-kei is a feminine and motherly aesthetic subculture that draws inspiration from vintage children’s book illustrations, nostalgia and the whimsical world of nursery rhymes. The fashion style emphasizes soft, pastel colors, with a color palette that includes primary childish colors like bright red, blue, and yellow, mixed with muted pinks and oranges.

Clothing items often feature playful patterns and prints inspired by nursery rhymes, such as polka dots, stripes, and gingham, combined with frilly and feminine details like lace and ruffles. Dresses with pinafores, oversized bows,babydoll collars and peter pan collars are popular choices within the Goose-kei fashion style. Layering is also a key aspect of this style, with dresses, skirts, and blouses often worn together in contrasting patterns and colors.

Accessories are an essential part of the Goose-kei style, with items like ankle socks with ruffled trim, colourful tights and retro-inspired Mary Jane shoes being popular choices. Bags in the shape of animals or storybook characters are also common, adding to the playful and whimsical vibe of the subculture. You could also wear wearing playful jewelry such as beaded bracelets and necklaces, or wearing vintage-style hair clips and hair bows.

Hairstyles within Goose-kei tend to be simple and girly, with loose waves, pigtails and braids being popular choices. Some members of the subculture also incorporate playful hair accessories like bows, scrunchies, and hair clips into their hairstyles. Makeup tends to be natural and understated, with a focus on creating a youthful, innocent look. Soft blush, natural-looking lip gloss, and a hint of colour and shimmer on the eyelids are common makeup choices.

Overall, the Goose-kei aesthetic is all about embracing the playful and kitschy elements of childhood nostalgia, creating a fun and lighthearted style that is perfect for those who want to inject some whimsy and joy into their everyday fashion.

[saberamane]

My Etsy Shop!

Not much posted yet, I will keep this post updated.

On offer is custom planet/galaxy paintings on either canvas (assorted sizes) or gloss photo paper. DM me here or at my shop for custom orders. Based in the USA but will ship internationally.

Stencil-based artwork is available for commission, otherwise sold intermittently.

Canvas Sizes (in inches) And Starting Prices (USD)

8x10 - $10.98

12x12 - $12.99

11x14 - $12.99

11x18 - $13.50

16x20 - $13.97

24x18 - $20.00

24x30 - $25.00

Starting prices cover the cost of acquiring your desired size. Prices increase once paint, labor, stencils, shipping, or any other materials are added.

Also Available In Gloss Picture Paper

A3 size (11x17 inches or 279x432mm)

180 gsm

40lbs

8.5 mil

$45.00 flat fee for 2 colors of your choice. Additional colors add cost. No 'specialty' colors. Planet/galaxy paintings only unless discussed prior.

All paintings are finished in a gloss coat for protection.

Shipping is not included.

Custom painting requests are welcome.

Payment is secured once everyone is happy with the product and before shipping.

Cancelations are accepted before shipping, however finished products will still be sold.

For paintings requiring custom stencils, customer will be responsible to pay for the production of the stencil. This includes the work that goes into creating a good quality picture, the work in creating the layers of the stencil, and the cutting/clean-up of the stencil as well as time and labor. Price varies on complexity of the stencil.

Available Colors (color preview available soon)(listed dark to light)

Gloss Colors: $4.30 per color (excluding background black and white star splatter)

Reds:

Cranberry

Red Plum

Cherry Red

Majestic Red

Strawberry Fields

Blues:

Deep Blue

Macaw Blue

Blue Hyacinth

Spa Blue

Sea Side

Purples:

Purple

Grape

Icy Grape

Dreamy Lavender

Gumdrop

Greens:

Deep Turquoise

Spring Green

Jungle Green

Pinks:

Hot Pink

Mambo Pink

Berry Pink

Hot Pink

Coral

Soft Pink

Orange:

Real Orange

Popsicle Orange

Tans/Yellows

Khaki

Yellow Ginger

Bauhaus Gold

Warm Yellow

Almond

Browns:

Kona

Chestnut

Latte

Black, White, Gray

Speciality Colors

Fluorescent Colors: $5 a color

Green

Pink

Coral

Yellow

Orange

Metallics: $6 a color

Gold

Silver

Copper

'Crackle' effect paint: $8

Satin/Matte Colors

(less 'shiny' than gloss, but isn't really noticeable with the gloss top coat.)

Aubergine (purplish)

French Lilac

Vintage Blush (light skintone pinky color)

Oxford Blue

Burgundy

Coastal Sage (light bluish)

Note: While you can pick as many colors as you'd like, more than 3 or 4 colors per planet runs the risk of creating a muddy mess.

Unless otherwise told, the background will be solid black with white splatter stars with a white shine on your planet opposite the shadow, the picked colors going toward your planet(s).

When commissioning, please specify how many planets you want (the more planets, the smaller they are), what color combos, if you want any 'space gas' in the background, and if you want your planet 'shine' to be white or a different color.

Example And Description:

2 planets

planet 1 = Red, orange, yellow with matching backdrop

planet 2 = macaw blue, sea side, spa blue with matching backdrop

planets sprayed half white/half black over top, creating light and shadow.

background and planets textured with wrinkled plastic.

no splatter stars

Now Also Making Prop Potions!

[taohs]

hello everyone (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ i’m back with another coloring tutorial to share some tips on how i personally color mangas! you can check out my first tutorial here where i go over the basics of coloring. in here i’ll go a little more in depth about shading and lighting, and the areas that i like to focus!

so without further ado here we go !! ♡

before we start 

all of my colorings are done in photoshop 

i have a psd that i personally made for my colorings, so the tutorial will already have the psd on top. i personally like to color with a psd on and then make adjustments as i go along.

these are tips on how i personally like to color. the process is different for everyone, so take it with a grain of salt ^^

#1 - Base Colors 

self explanatory, just fill in the base color of your character

ooo la la 

#2 - Tips for Shading

my shading is broken up into two major parts

1. soft shading 

2. hard shading

Soft shading

i like to do soft shading whenever i want my coloring to look slightly more realistic and for the base color to look less flat. other times i skip it altogether if i’m coloring something cute or chibi-like. If you’re like me who has difficulty sometimes imagining where the shadows/light should be, i highly suggest looking at references to get a general idea! here is just one example.

❗reminder that each step requires new layers! color everything on different layers so you can make changes in the future if you need to!! ❗

Hard shading

next, I like to add hard shadows to my colorings for more details. these are the shadows where i don’t blend into the skin. the areas where i almost always focus are 

Under the hair

Neck

Ears

Under the eyebrows

but again, the hard shadows can also heavily depend on the angle that the character is in. like always, if you struggle with that, references will be your best friend!! i’ll show you a reference that i used for this coloring! :) 

Tip: set your shading layer to multiply and then adjust the opacity to your liking. mine is set to 80% here

#3 - Tips for Blush 

not everyone includes blushes in their colorings, but i personally like to add it because i feel like it adds a lot of life to the characters (and i find it cute 🥰) 

 #4 -  Lighting/Color Details

another tip to make your coloring stand out is to add lighting! this is one of my favorite process as i really enjoy experimenting with different colors and seeing which one works best. you can use as much layers as you want until you get a result that you’re satisfied with. 

here is my result after i add more colors to the shadows and Aki’s face. i also colored in the eyes and added some pale colors to his lips because i know aki uses his chapstick 👑💅💁‍♀️ 

#5 - Brightening the Line Art

right now, the lines that we have are black, but i would prefer to brighten it up a little more. here, i will set a new layer above my manga cap, and choose a red or orange shade to add some colors to it

if you want a more vibrant effect, use a more vibrant version of those colors, or vice versa. you can also adjust the colors using your selective coloring tool

#6 - Finishing Touches

now that i’m nearing the finished product, i will begin to add some final details to it. are there areas that should be brighter or colors that should be less saturated? are there any areas where i should add highlights to? here is where i fix minor things until i’m satisfied with the outcome. i will also adjust my psd as well if i need to!

and finally, here is my result! :) 

[purplelupins]

Happy Together

Part I Part II Part III

|The Black Phone|

The Grabber/Albert Shaw x reader

Summery: Nothing like a new city. You just wanted a fresh start, and something comfortable, but what happens when you start to see the exact same patterns in Denver as you did before?

Warnings: the following warning are for the full fic, and not just this first chapter. PLEASE READ THEM. This is a DARK fic.

Dub-con (note that this is a link so it is actually wanted), Daddy kink, size kink, pet names (princess, kiddo, sweetheart, honey and more) mentions of death (including murder, torture etc), cumming in pants, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f and m) begging, breeding kink, innocence kink, biting, adultery, infidelity, stalking, mentions of kidnapping, home break-in, fighting (verbal and physical)…more will be added.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOURE A MINOR DO NOT READ DO NOT LOOK AT THIS DO NOT BREATHE NEAR THIS!! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU

Note: yes we know I’m bad at summaries. This is an extended fic request for my dear friend @mandowifey

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Some say it’s pointless to believe in love.

Soulmates.

Devotion.

They say these concepts are fruits grown from fairytales told to children to ease the horrors of the world. Figments of our imagination. What we might dream of love as, is simply lust paired with blind complacency; soulmates are really just two people settling for the comfort of having another person there for them; devotion is more of a domestic weakness.

And how right they are; perhaps not all right, but closer to the truth than most. There are, however, a select few who chose -or perhaps are cursed- to see life through those fairytale expectations.

True love and a happy ending.

Perfection in all its glory.

And they will stop at nothing to replicate exactly that.

Absolutely nothing.

There was something almost comical about the days following New Years; the odd party hat rolling in the frozen streets, colourful streamers handing haphazardly from bar signs, and a few used condoms barely concealed by an alleyway.

Almost everywhere you went it was the same.

The bitter winter breeze whipping down from the mountains burned a blush onto your cheeks. The bus driver on the Greyhound worriedly asked you again if you were sure you’d be alright in a new city. With no one to give you a warm welcome like he thought you deserved, there was a prominent inkling of worry in his weathered face.

“A pretty little lady like yourself ought to keep ‘er wits about her.” He said, tugging your suitcase out from the bottom of the bus for you.

It was refreshing to have someone offer such concern to a stranger like you, but the distress you saw from him made your heart ache. It wasn’t your place to make an old man worry; especially not so early in the New Year. So to ease his tight shoulders, you just smiled and patted his arm, pulling your large jacket closer around yourself.

“Well I can’t quite stash you in my pocket to keep me safe can I, Simon?” You teased him, taking grip of the handle of your bag, “I’ll be just fine. I’m tough.” You flexed your arm as if you had anything to show- even if you did they were hidden under your many layers.

The aging man cracked a smile at your antics, and fiddled with the gold ring on his finger. You knew the chill from the precious metal was affecting the arthritis he had told you about halfway through the journey across the state. It hadn’t taken long before you realised he was a very talkative man, and while you enjoyed the watching the scenery in quiet as much as the next person, having his babble to distract you was also very welcomed. There was something about learning the story of another person that never ceased to fascinate you- where they placed importance, what they took pride in…what brought them sadness and joy. Simon was just another face you would meet briefly, but just like the other passing acquaintances moving through your life, he gave you a small reprieve from the harsh world.

You eyes caught the movement of his hand on the good band, and your smile faltered slightly.

“Don’t work too hard. You’ll be home soon.” You tried to reassure him, which evidently worked as he nodded and gave you a quick smile that told you if he stood there any longer he would have given you ten phone numbers and half his day’s wages to help you out.

He was a kind man.

Too kind.

One of the few.

Simon clapped his hands once, ensuring that the other three passengers offloading were done. He called out to you to have a happy new year, and you replied in kind with a wave before the bus pulled away.

Now with the full weight of your new home resting on your shoulders, you let your smile fall and your eyes glaze over as you took in your surroundings.

Denver.

A frozen park.

A grocer down the street.

A coffee shop with what looked like a hungover barista.

A pub that made you itchy looking at it.

A deep breath filled your lungs just as a couple of well liquored men stumbled out of said pub- clearly enjoying their last day off before the first Monday of 1978 hit them like a brick. One of them eyed you as they walked past like a couple of huge toddlers, and you offered a friendly grin and a nod in return.

It wasn’t as if you were looking to be eyed-up -what with your several layers, aching back and itchy eyes- but this was a celebrated time of year. Everyone was a little…loose. Besides, you never knew who would turn out to be in your personal circle as you established yourself in your new home. That man might be your new boss for all you knew.

The more sober man of the two continued to almost pull the other to a car, and you noted -albeit a little uncomfortably- how the other’s drunken stare contributed to flicker over your frame. Once he finally looked away, you would hear them bickering in slurred voices.

Best not to pry.

So you found yourself dragging yourself and your suitcase over to what you assumed was a communal bulletin board, and inspected it for any rooms available in the vicinity. But even still, you could hear the two men arguing, growing louder and louder.

Something about how the staring man needed to get his shit together.

Quit it.

Knock it off.

About how he told Nancy that he would stop with that shit.

That he’d do better.

They finally drove off when one of them slammed their car door, which prompted the other to follow suit. Your stomach had started to tighten the longer you listened to them, and you sighed into your scarf once the street fell quiet again.

Home sweet home.

Home was always a strange concept. You were more inclined to believe that home ought to revolve around a person you loved or where you felt happiest, instead of a specific place or house.

And look where that got you.

Falling into a routine after your arrival to the mountain city was as easy as the pie you served at the local diner.

Sure the stiff, and starched blue and white uniform you had to wear wasn’t luxury nor was the smell of cooked food you had to wash out of your hair. But it felt domestic and easy. Being a waitress wasn’t exactly what you dreamed of, but you didn’t mind. After two months, you had regulars who made paying for groceries easier, and made you laugh with their horrid jokes.

Of course there were those who stared too much and tried to get a handful of your dress and what lay beneath it, but again, you didn’t want to make any bad impressions, so you pretended to be alright, and moved on; you swatted playfully and reprimanded when needed- always being sure to never snap- the last thing you wanted was to have to move again.

But for now, it was comfortable. Exactly what you needed.

The sun began to disappear behind the buildings outside the diner window, and you could feel your eyelids dripping with it. It was only when you heard your name being called that a smile eased back onto your face. The boisterous form of your manager, Anett, leaned onto the counter next to you; she was a nice lady with a stern sense of justice and wore a liberal amount of hairspray. Needless to say, you rarely had to worry about any customers heckling you, though you did worry about her hair catching fire.

“Time to go home, honey.” She said with a sigh as her hand found her hip. It was a slow day, like many, but somehow there had been more messes to clean and teenagers to remove than usual. Slow, but long.

“Tired of having me here?” You teased her, slipping off your white apron that was usually fastened over your blue dress.

A tired grin stretched over her red lipstick, and she shook her head, “I’d keep you here all day if I could, you Angel. You know that.”

Her words made you breathe out a laugh, “Well if I could stand these uniforms a second longer you know I would stay happily.” You replied, and she barked out a cackle that only made you smile wider. Anett was frightening to most, but somehow you had managed to worm your way into her soft side.

Once she recovered, she tapped her hand on the counter and said, “Get yourself home safe, alright?”, and took her leave as you folded your apron and stored it away.

Safe.

You pondered that word as you pulled on your sweater and coat to brave the cool walk home.

You weren’t sure you could remember what safe felt like. Not that you particularly felt unsafe…it was simply the way the world felt. Everyone lies, cheats, holds more importance over themselves than those around them like they shat gold. There was little chivalry, and everyone seemed to have ulterior motives…you wondered if perhaps you had ever felt something akin to safety, or if perhaps that feeling had just been the innocence of being a child.

Now that you had been in Denver for a few months, you had to admit it was a dull place. There wasn’t a great deal to do in your new city unless you wanted to go for a hike in the mountains or attend a baseball game. And it seemed that neither was an option thanks to the cool air.

Then speaking of childhood innocence, there were the disappearances of those two boys right there in your new home. You could still remember the exact moment you heard about the first one. It wasn’t a week after you’d moved to that mountain city that you heard the whispers. Then a month later you had had to clean up a shattered coffee cup at the diner after a man had read the morning paper; another one had been taken.

It twisted a sharp pain in your heart. What would possess someone to take those boys? You’d heard about so many other similar cases and trials over the years, and it was almost always the same profile for each psychopath.

Outcast.

Pathological liar.

Exposure to extreme pornography.

And a lack of consciousness.

…and somehow always something to do with the torture of animals.

From what you had seen in Denver, everyone you met were the loveliest, simplest people. They all had their little routines, and dramas that swallowed up their lives, and their favourite kind of cake to eat in Sundays.

Just people.

They were all like you, and you like them.

It made you wonder who you could trust, knowing you were all the same.

By the time you reached your front yard, your cheeks were flushed and your bones had a chill in them. The sheer sight of your little house warmed your heart. Just as your work- your home was comfortable.

Your safe place.

Blue sky greeted you the following day when you drew your cream curtains back. Birds chirped, and you had to admit you almost pinched yourself by how idelic it was. Outside your kitchen window, you could watch the cars go by as people made their way to work, and the children walking past to get to their bus stop.

You thanked your lucky stars that the heat hadn’t begun yet, and nestled into your sweaters and jacket before turning the key in your front door to start your day. While you didn’t have to work, you made a deal with yourself that you wouldn’t hide away there and alienate yourself. You went to a new city for a new start, and you couldn’t do that very well if you just watched your neighbours. While that in itself was good fun, most of your neighborhood was made up of seniors and a few families down the street…and while you loved them and their kind welcomes, they weren’t the most fun to dissect; though it did mean that you had a fantastic stock of baked goods and food in those heavy glass containers you never bought for yourself.

The air was cold, but smelled so good that you didn’t care about how it burned your nostrils when your breathed in.

“Morning Harriet!” You called to the house next to you. The familiar grey hair in their mint rollers were visible between the rose bushes as the elderly -but lively- woman checked her mail. She made the best brownies- you always felt so relaxed after.

Harriet looked up from her mail, and cast you a smile and wave, “Good morning, dear.”

Old or not, you liked your neighbours. Certainly they were a touch too nosy and watched everyone’s every move, but it made it almost a game. Who would catch who in a lie, would would get someone flustered by acknowledging them staring…you loved waving at the old biddies who thought you were odd then watch them pretend like they weren’t gossiping over their white-picket fences.

But Harriet was nice.

Most of them were nice to your face, just as you were to theirs.

Even so, the welcome you had been given when you moved into that little house had been a warm one. Maybe not all the visits to say hello were sincere, but the gesture was still nice. And the food was good.

“Where’s that cheeky husband of yours? Shouldn’t he be getting the papers?” You asked as you walked to your gate. She rolled her eyes and you had to laugh a little at her response, “Let me guess, he threw his back out again?”

Her exasperated nod was all you needed, “The man forgets that he’s not a spry chicken anymore…” she gasped out, crossing her arms as a breeze whipped by.

“Not like you!” You grinned, enjoying the bashful look on the woman’s face.

Harriet waved you off, tucking her papers and mail under her arm, “Oh hush you…off with you now. Go find a nice young man and wait 40 years, you’ll see what I mean.” She began walking back into the house with another roll of her eyes.

Your smile dropped ever so slightly, but you paid it no mind, “Doing my best!” You called to her.

The old woman smiled at you as she closed the door, and you had already begun to turn away when your face fell completely. The dull twinge behind your ribs pinched as you walked, and your shoulders slumped slightly.

You had been called a hopeless romantic for years, and you couldn’t help but envy those with gold bands on their fingers; they had something so precious. Someone to depend on. Someone to love. To hold.

The walk into the city was a fairly calm one. With most people sitting behind their desks or waiting for a customer to enter their shop, there were few people to navigate around. You admittedly did not feel in the mood to converse too much that day.

Before long, the small coffee shop you had begun to frequent came into view, and you quickened your pace as another gust of wind snuck down your back. You looked both ways to cross the street just like your momma had told you, and walked briskly to the door; a smile landed on your face as soon as you stepped inside and the smell of coffee, and butter wrapped you in a hug.

To your good fortune, there was only yourself, the waitress, and a man you had seen in that same shop a few times, and he was very nice. You truly couldn’t have orchestrated a more perfect day.

With your order placed, you took a seat at one of the tables by the window. It was fun to watch the people passing by go about their days. Families, women, men, wives, mothers, fathers, husbands…

It only took a moment before your coffee and muffin were being placed on your table- which you accepted with a smile and a polite smile. One that turned a little more genuine when you caught eyes with the man sitting a table away from you.

“Good morning.” He said briskly. Evidently, he had consumed far more caffeine than you had.

“Morning. How’s the crossword?” You asked, taking your first sip of your much needed coffee. On more than one occasion you had seen him working away at the morning paper, pen or pencil in hand, and had helped him a few times with the odd word.

“It’s going. I’m stuck on an 10 letter word for “cut”…any ideas?” He asked with a certain charm that made your heart beat a little faster.

You scrunched your face up in thought, and hummed to yourself. You had a fairly good idea what the answer was, but didn’t want to give it to him too quickly lest he think himself stupid.

“Um…what about laceration?” You offered with a little smile.

The man’s brows shot up, and he looked down at the page to scan the other boxes to ensure it would fit and sure enough, he looked very appreciative. “I’ll be damned…” he murmured, and quickly scribbled in the word before looking back up at you, surprised.

“Thanks a lot. Quick little thing aren’t you? You got a whole thesaurus up there?” He asked, turning his body towards you. As he did, the light caught the gold of his ring, but you kept your smile.

“I wish…just luck I suppose.” You shrugged it off like it was nothing. Seemed like he needed to read a thesaurus. You went to turn back to your coffee, but your heart jumped a little when he spoke again, eager to talk to you.

“H-Hiding from the cold too?” He said, nodding to the outside.

You let out a gentle laugh and nodded as you leaned in to talk, “Yes I-“

Your words, however, were cut off rudely by the sudden opening of the door. A gust of cold air rushed inside following the person who had carelessly stumbled into the quiet shop. Your shoulders tensed and you body temperature quickly descended, and out of the corner of your eye you saw the man you had been speaking to do the same. You both looked at the newcomer with an air of distain for having been interrupted. Said newcomer was another man, looking to be around the same age as the man you had been talking to, and he shot you both an apologetic look but the damage had been done- you were now freezing cold, and you could have throttled him for his inconsiderateness.

But to end the awkward interruption, you turned back to the man who still seemed interested in speaking with you.

“As I was saying, yes I am hiding from the cold…though it seems it still found me.” You added with a little wink and raised brow, and to your joy the man laughed, but hid it with a cough, “I- I’m still new to town…I wanted to explore the city a bit today but I don’t think I’ll be able to without some warm liquid courage!” you lifted your now lukewarm coffee.

The man breathed out a laugh, and his brown eyes crinkled at the sides, “You picked a hell of a time to move to Denver- I hope someone showed you how to dress warm. Where’d you come from?” He asked, giving you his undivided attention.

You laughed softly and shook your head, “I’ve seen worse actually- I just moved fro-“

“Hey I know you!”

A voice from the service counter called out, and you deduced it was the same made who had already interrupted your pleasant conversation once. Your eye twitched in time with your fists clenching and stomach dropping. Why couldn’t you just be left in peace? Who was this-

Then it clicked.

You looked up at the other man who was now standing over your table with a smile on his face like he’d solved a mystery. You knew exactly where you knew him from.

Thick moustache, always a bright button up, and a fur lined jacket. Yes you knew him.

“Yeah, yeah you’re my neighbour! 7739 Irving st, right? The little house with the bush on the side?” The man snapped his fingers and sat himself down across from you like you were old friends catching up. You watched helplessly and your conversation was hijacked, and your eyes flicked between the two men- hoping that maybe the one you had been in conversation with would help you out. But it seemed neither of you could get a word in as this new man slipped off his coat and had started a conversation of his own. You couldn’t even confirm your identity to him; for all he knew you could be a complete stranger he had mistaken for one of his neighbours.

Then, to your upmost disappointment, you watched as your previous conversation partner awkwardly picked up his things and gave you a nod before leaving the shop. You closed your eyes to calm yourself, and opened them on the notably animated man who was now going on about something without a care in the world. You hoped the other man had a nice day…though you were certain you were a better conversationalist than his wife Nancy.

“-lived there our whole lives you know? Well I’m off sometimes, but I always come back- work not going how I thought and what not. But Al’s always there for me, you know? I hate to be a bother to him but he’s rarely home anyways…worka…what are they called? Workaholic! Yeah. Swear he’s more like my dad than our dad was…but anyways you said you weren’t from here right?” He looked at you expectantly, and you schooled a pleasant look on your face.

Don’t be rude. Just breathe.

“I…yes I was. I just moved here. Bit of a transient myself.” You said, and took a sip from your coffee that somehow tasted a little more sour now and was fully cold.

The end of his sentence caught your interest, and you were trying to wrack your brain to recall what he had been babbling on about. His brother being like a father? You almost laughed to yourself- this man definitely needed someone like that in his life. Now that you thought of it, the house across from yours was very quiet save for the times someone left for work at 8:30am every morning of the week, and when you saw the man across from you…though he was usually with a female partner.

“Where from? Maybe we’ve actually been following eachother.” He joked with a smile and a wink.

Unlikely.

But you laughed, “Came from Salt Lake city. Even harsher winters than here.”

The man whistled, and leaned back as he crossed his arms, “Don’t blame you for leaving there…hope you weren’t there a few years ago…nasty stuff going on if you ask me.” He looked at you expectantly and you could feel a cold sweat break under your sweater and your stomach tie in knots. You hoped he just meant what went on in 1975…who was this guy? A cop? A crime enthusiast?

You shook your head apologetically, “I’m so sorry, I think I missed your name?”

His brows shot up in surprise.

“Oh, shit I didn’t even tell you! I’m Max.” He extended his hand to shake yours and you smiled, “Max Shaw.”

“Well Max, can you tell me what you mean about…the nasty stuff going on in Colorado? I was only there a couple years.” You asked, stomach twisting tighter.

This seemed to spark Max’s interest, and he leaned over the table as if he was about to relay a deep secret. Thankfully, you saw no nosiness in his face. The last thing you wanted was to think about…well…to think about less than good times.

“Well you know…those bodies found in the mountains and whatnot? Bundy or whatever his name was sure liked that city…they got him down in Florida now.” He said in a hushed tone like anyone could be listening.

Ah. A conspiracy theorist.

You sighed and nodded, “Oh yes I heard…That happened right before I got there…have to admit I locked my doors religiously when I lived there.” You laughed off your nerves.

“You’d better do that here too, you know.” Max said suddenly.

At this, you gaze jumped to his, “Why?…do you mean the-“

“Grabber.” He nodded and it was like his eyes lit up at the subject.

While you were still a little bitter towards him for being interruptive, you had to admit that your interest was peaked. This man might be a little nuts but it was true you were intrigued by the strange disappearances, no matter how horrible.

“Max, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you know a thing or two about the town terror. Should I be worried?” You raised your brow in faux accusation.

His eyes widened comically, “No! No I just…I don’t know I feel like there’s something more to it all, you know? Someone has to be doing this for a reason…”

You leaned forward a little and nodded. “I know exactly what you mean.”

While Max had indeed ruined your morning and subsequently the rest of your day, you had to admit that the man made up for it with wild theories that had you pondering the world around you even further. He had begun with zeroing in on the mass amounts of disappearances over the past decade and a half that had never been linked to any event or person- how he was certain there were some kind of underground tunnel system that people used to get around or hide in. Which then led to the possibility of an underground city or country under your feet; operating just like the one around you.

Then from there he leapt into a tangent regarding the untrustworthiness of the government and how he was certain President Carter was a Rockefeller Republican and not much of a democrat at all.

Somewhere along the way, the morning had turned into afternoon and Max insisted on buying you lunch, though it had turned out that he was -very apologetically- short on cash. Not that you had a problem covering it; this man seemed to be in need of a human sound-board.

Now you knew why those lady-friends you always observed him with would leave after an hour of being at his house. You wondered if his brother was even aware of the female traffic…if he was a hard worker like he seemed to be -what with being out all day nearly every day- then you could only feel a pang of pity for him. Poor man probably just wanted to come home and relax but instead he likely came home to his brother with his tongue down a new woman’s throat or knee deep in a new theory.

At some point the two of you slowly meandered back to the direction of your respective homes. Along the way, however, you began to question if Max even fully lived with his brother or if he just stayed there; he insisted on taking blatantly wrong turns, and you had to gently point in the correct direction.

Eventually, however, you did see your little home, and the one across from it that you knew now at Max’s- questionably. While you knew you should have just said that it had been nice to meet him properly - true or not- he somehow managed to coerce you into coming over. It wasn’t as if you had anything to do after your day had been eaten up…but perhaps he would have something good for dinner or you could get a look into another neighbour’s life to see if they were worth befriending.

The Shaw household was comfortable. It was definitely more lived-in than yours, but you noted that there was only a light smell of smoke in the air -rather than seeped into the wallpaper- and a simplicity to everything that you found quite inviting. You gathered the smoke smell was from Max, rather than his brother…and you presumed the half-cleaned line of cocaine on the coffee table was the same.

Your observation was cut short when you heard the low growl of a large dog; sure enough, there were two huge black eyes peering from the hallway into what you imagined were the bedrooms that caught the light of the living room.

Just as you were about to ask who the beautiful beast was, Max came to your side and handed you a beer- one that you accepted politely but knew you wouldn’t drink from.

“Down Samson…sorry about him. He’s a real softy under it all- just a good guard dog.” Max said as he flopped onto the couch.

You took a seat in one of the armchairs, and cast a smile at the black hound. “Aren’t you a handsome boy?” You cooed to him as he took a few steps out of the dim hall. Though his growling calmed, you kept your eyes on him, and your smile widened as he came closer. The beer in your hand went onto the table so you could beckon the dog over, which it did slowly. “Hello!” You gushed and as soon as Samson was within reach, your hands slipped into his fur. Within a minute he was a puddle in your hands and placed his head in your lap once you sat in your seat.

“You some kinda dog whisperer or somethin’?” Max asked, wiping his nose once you turned to him.

“Nah…I think we’re just two animals who recognize something in each other.” You grinned, and Max’s brows rose up.

“Lucky he didn’t bite your hand off…he’s not usually one for cuddles.” He eased back into the sofa and took a drink from his own beer.

You nodded, “I’m pretty good at getting along with just about anyone. I like the challenge of a hard nut…not everyone is all gruff.” You smiled fondly down at Samson, but looked back up when Max snorted and laughed.

“You’ll just love Al then!” He said, and sat up to run a hand through his hair.

“Oh?” You asked.

“Good guy but uh…let’s just say him and his pup there are pretty much the same.”

Noted.

“Y/n I’m telling you there’s got to be something in the water or food that’s making all these killers!”

You perched your head in your hands and nodded along as Max continued on his third tangent that evening, “Yes, yes…and can you tell me why?” You asked, though you didn’t think you would get a real answer this time- just like the other times you asked him for clarification.

Max thought for a moment, and rubbed his nose- you were certain he was going to get a nosebleed. Then he snapped his fingers and stood up, “Population control. Like a…like a secret mustard gas.” He nodded to himself, eyes getting wider.

You nodded and hummed patiently, so thankful for your furry companion that still sat by you, “Right. But if they kill everyone off…doesn’t that go against their favourite scheme of all?”

“What’s that?” Max’s eyes darted around.

“Capitalism.” You said dead serious.

You both stared at one another, then after a moment you both broke out into laughter. He was nuts, but Max was good fun and made for good entertainment when he fell down a rabbit hole.

The laugher between you died down when you were both brought back to reality as the door swung open and you were greeted with a new face all together. You didn’t know what happened then, but something in you froze. You were utterly fixed to the spot.

Greying hair that brushed his broad shoulders, nice build, sharp jaw, weathered face with crows feet and a deep line between his brows that you assumed was there even when he wasn’t glaring like he was then; and then his eyes. Damn well the bluest fucking eyes you had ever seen.

He was certainly older than Max, just as he had insinuated, and you could almost feel the frustration permeating the air around him. The air from your lungs felt sharp all of a sudden like you couldn’t breathe. A butterfly with a metal pin through it waiting for his dissection and approval. Cut you open and see what makes you tick.

Was it the guilt of being in his home without consent? Was it his direct irritation? The second-hand exhaustion? Or the extra beat your heart seemed to take when you saw him. You felt fuzzy, but you tried to stay calm.

Albert was tense. It was very obvious.

You had hoped he might have been a little easy going with maybe an exasperated sigh at his brother’s antics, but it seemed you might have been the last straw. Not that you blamed him…hell you found yourself feeling like a real ass right then.

He cast Max -who had frozen on the spot- an incredulous look.

“Max?”

You hadn’t realised your hearing had become muffled until he spoke. His voice alone made a slow blush rise to your cheekbones. The one word was rasped out in a tired tone, and you wondered if that was how he always sounded or if it was just from talking a great deal at work mixed with tiredness. It was a ragged rumble in his chest, and while you were feeling quite guilty for doing to him what Max did to you, you wished he would say more.

Max had started talking, likely explaining who you were, but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen. He babbled and babbled, following his brother into the kitchen like a son trying to justify something to his father.

Your heart beat even faster.

“-she’s actually your neighbour! We just ran into eachother-“

You watched his elder brother, and took him in.

“-you know and I just thought it would be nice to-“

He must have had a good 10 years on Max, and you found yourself transfixed by the deep line between his brows that framed his cornflower blue eyes so beautifully. You also noticed that while the smile he gave Max was bitter and sarcastic, you could see what startlingly sharp teeth he had; each tooth had a distinct tip to it that looked like it could leave a blatantly and equally distinct bite mark on your skin.

Now you had a much better appreciation for Max’s comparison between him and his dog.

“-I know I said I’d be out of your hair but it’s just a couple more days, Al-“

But there was something in his gaze that made you stare a little longer. Something that shouldn’t be there. Something that you had seen before…but not there. Something you had hoped you’d never see again. A shiver ran down your spine and you could half feel goosebumps springing up as realization creeped into your mind.

To break your deep trance, you blinked a few times and dug your nails into your palm before standing in up and crossing the living room with your head tilted in an apologetic manor. The two of them continued to bicker under the fluorescent lights, but as soon as you had taken a step towards them, Al’s eyes shot to you. Your body told you to freeze, but your mind was far more powerful and made your legs move.

You gave him an impish smile and couldn’t help but wave a little uncomfortably, “Hi!” You started, and the elder of the two stared you down hard.

Get it together.

You swallowed and shifted on your feet, “I’m real sorry about all this…I should have just gone home. It’s Al, right? I’m y/n…” you extended your hand to his that was braced on the counter as he told his brother off.

Albert could see how uncertain you seemed to be on your feet- he almost laughed at it. Looked like you might damn well bold out of there if he breathed wrong. His gaze flicked to your hand then to Max before he took it slowly.

“Albert.” He said shortly, wrapping his long fingers around your much smaller ones. He looked you up and down with his brows pinched and a firm mouth.

Something felt…off to Albert. There was a look of recognition in your eyes as they trained themselves on him. Like you could…see him. But not the him Max saw- not Albert.

Him.

You smiled a little more to try and set him -and yourself- at ease, “Right. I’m so glad to meet you, though it’s not the best circumstances…” one of his brows rose slowly as if to say “Bet your fucking ass it’s not” but you tried to continue, “I know I’m not a welcomed guest…but I am your neighbour and I’d like to make it up to you if you’d let me? I can put these groceries away for you so you can-“

“I can put groceries away just fine.” He rasped, fixing to you with the same hard stare he gave to Max, and you felt very small. Al turned away but not before casting a pointed look at Max who was sulking slightly.

This man certainly was indeed a hard nut. But you were persistent. You were not about to leave that house without fixing that mess or you wouldn’t sleep.

“I’m sure you can, but nothing bad came from being nice.” You said, taking another step up to the older man and held his unwavering stare though his stare made you squirm, “Right?” You hoped against hope that you weren’t being too pushy, and make the situation even worse. If you pegged him correctly, he probably appreciated a woman taking charge of the kitchen; likely seeing his mother do exactly that. And if appealing to that aspect of him would make things blow over, then you’d do that and bark like a dog if he wanted.

After a very tense moment, Al finally sighed, and pointed to the fridge, “You can just put things in there…I’ll fix it later.”

With that, he walked past both you and Max and gave the Samson a pat on the head as he disappeared into what you assumed was his bedroom.

“Sorry about all that…”

You turned your attention to Max fleetingly before making quick work of the groceries.

He sure likes eggs…

“Oh don’t apologise…this is his home after all. You’re his brother but I’m an unfamiliar face…I can’t blame him for being a little grumpy…” you gave him a small smile and hoped your hands weren’t shaking too bad, “You said he works a lot?”

Max nodded.

“I swear he doesn’t have a day off…even when he’s not working he’s doing something, especially lately…”

You turned slowly, and looked at Max sitting now at the small table, your calm face slipping into a far more serious one. “What do you mean he-“

“So you’re the one who moved into 7739?”

Your heartbeat moved into your ears, and suddenly you couldn’t remember how to move. But you forced yourself to look to where Al was now standing just outside the kitchen; now out of his uniform.

“Yep!” You chirped, putting the coffee in the cupboard.

He reached into the fridge and pulled out a soda before leaning against the counter- sufficiently in your space. It was obvious that he was trying to intimidate you, but you were having none of that- he might be a man and much older than you but he didn’t know who he was dealing with. You might have been squirming under his gaze, but you weren’t weak.

“You know…that house had the same old couple living there for as long as I can remember…you remember them, Max?” Albert began, nodding to his brother. You watched Max nod, “Yeah…you know it’s just so funny how they just up and left town right in time for you to move in.” He took a long drink from the soda, staring you down.

That certainly was a surprise.

“Is that so?” You asked, “Well I guess it was destiny!” You added with a laugh.

Albert breathed out a laugh that neither made his eyes sparkle nor made him smile, “Right. So it’s just you?” He asked, nodding in the direction of your home.

“It sure is.” You confirmed.

“You know you should be extra careful these days…weird stuff happening.” He said.

You just smiled and shook your head, “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

He nodded again.

“Well I know why Max is still alone but what about you? How come no one’s scooped a little thing like you up?” Albert asked, with a tilt of his head.

He was pushing.

He wanted to see what was going on inside your head…how far you’d let him go.

Don’t be rude, y/n.

But your smile didn’t falter, “Still waiting for the right guy to come along. You start to get tired of them letting you down…and it gets messier and messier to cut them out of your life once the fun is over.” You said, tilting your head to the side, “Harder to make up stories about what happened too.”

Albert lowered his drink, and felt every one of his facial muscles go lax.

You watched his eyes- the windows to his soul. Or lack there of.

“I think I know exactly what you mean.” He murmured.

Both of you completely forgot about the other person in the room who seemed completely oblivious to your interaction. It’s not like he would understand, since he didn’t know what was so off about his own brother’s eyes.

Max didn’t see those eyes every day when he looked in the mirror- he wouldn’t know what the eyes of a killer looked like.

But you did.

And Albert did too.

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[granulesofsand]

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA, descriptions of scars and post-traumatic adaptions

Is the attraction to Astarion from Baldur’s Gate 3 a fetishization of trauma? /gen

Some of the American adoration of him is probably the anglophilia towards a pretty British man, but all these people drooling over him as a fictional character aren’t about to date or keep any kind of relationship with a real-life outerworld survivor.

And that is what he is — a RAMCOA survivor. He had a primary perpetrator and several peers who continued the cycle on him, and he developed seduction as a survival condition after having been trafficked most of his existence (Organized Abuse). He dealt with coercion through magic as a vampire, double binds starting from the time he was turned, and torture that fed into his push-pull attachment behaviors (Mind Control). And, his captor used scarification in preparation for sacrificing him and his trauma in-laws (Ritual Abuse).

I’ve seen it often, particularly in animated media where there’s an added layer of separation, but also towards any male character who has any RA, MC, or OA trauma. I’m more bitter about it because BG3 is roleplay, so the Astarion/Tav fanfic is ambiguous about how much each Tav is an invented character and how much they’re a self-insert.

If people really wanted to have a relationship with a survivor, it would be pretty easy to. As it is, we can’t get someone to stay as an acquaintance, let alone as a friend or partner.

I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to say about our own parallels with the character, but I think it’ll drive the point home.

When he emerged into the sunlight, outsiders fawned over his confusion and attempts to regain his footing. His awkward laughs over all things horrific are clipped and spun into compilations. The first month we were out in the world, we got the police called on us. People back away when we laugh instead of cry.

His tendency towards violence is cute, pictures of him covered in blood are included in thirst traps. Nobody likes it when our sadism shines through, and heavens forbid anyone notice the stains on our skin smell of iron.

I saw someone with a tattoo of Astarion’s scar. Nurses have gagged and whispered about ours. His one big pattern is Infernal, a beautiful tragedy he couldn’t make out. Ours are scattered across our skin like our body was a canvas, but our sigils and pictographs are disgusting to outsiders. We have to fight to keep ourselves from feeling the same.

I know it would be unethical for people to go out and look for trauma survivors to forge bonds with, but it still stings that the same people who blush and squeal at Astarion turn around when they see us in the hall. I want to be loved, and I despise the idealization of our pain when nobody will take the real thing.

We did go to therapy about it. Maybe we’re so used to lying we didn’t notice we were misportraying ourselves, and our therapist let us get away with it. Maybe we lied so well they didn’t notice either. I don’t get what we’re doing wrong.

[james-is-here]

Kai Finds Something Down Under

This is my first actually detailed smut, be kind 😅

Topics: Blowjob (K and BC receive), I don’t know what else to put, pls let me know if there’s something specific I missed pls.

Kai woke up feeling great, ready to learn from others' lead.

He promptly gets out of bed as soon as his alarm goes off, quickly making his bed. He can't help but smile slightly as he places his WolfChan plush and Dweakki on his pillow before checking his phone.

He's already receiving messages from a few others and his new manager, who informed him that a car would be arriving outside his dorm to pick him up.

Locking his phone, he grins to himself, still not believing the fact he’s in a group, a big group nonetheless so he’s also a little bit nervous.

As he enters his bedroom, he puts his phone down on the soft bedspread and walks towards the closet. He wants to dress to impress, but comfort is just as important to him. After giving it some thought, he decides to go for a trendy yet effortless look. He picks a pair of stylish bleach-spotted ripped jeans and pairs them with his favorite blue tie-dye shirt. To stay warm in the chilly weather, he adds a cozy baby blue hoodie and layers it with a sleek leather jacket. He takes a final glance in the mirror and feels confident that he looks great in his well-coordinated outfit.

He finishes off his outfit with a pair of blue high-top sneakers adorned with red flower embroidery, adding a pop of color to his look. After hopping off his bed, he reaches for his trusty cross-body bag, which is adorned with a WolfChan keychain. He carefully places his phone, charging pack, chapstick, and other essentials inside, including a small pill container for emergencies and a couple of fidget rings. He also takes great care to include his lucky (G)-idle Soyeon photocard, which he never leaves behind.

As his mind drifts away, a familiar tune emanates from his phone, indicating an incoming message. He glances at the screen and notices that it's from his manager, who kindly reminds him that he's patiently waiting in the car parked downstairs.

As he emerged from his room, he couldn't help but question himself, "Did it really take me a whole hour to get ready?" He quickly brushed off his self-doubt, waved goodbye to his fellow trainee in the dorm, and made his way downstairs towards the van that would take him to his destination.

"Hello, sir," Kai greeted the older gentleman. "Hey Kai, how do you feel? You got out here awfully quick," the gentleman replied. "Uh, a bit jittery and excited. To be honest, I'm scared as well," Kai confessed. "You'll be great. You look good too. This outfit style fits you well," the gentleman complimented. Kai blushed slightly and scratched his cheek. "Thank you, sir," he replied.

As Kai sat next to the manager, he couldn't help but feel nervous. The manager noticed Kai's trembling hands and decided to strike up a conversation to ease his nerves. He made small talk about the weather, the office, and other trivial topics while maintaining eye contact with Kai. Despite his anxiety, Kai appreciated the manager's effort and began to relax as they chatted.

Upon arriving at the building, the manager places a reassuring hand on Kai's shoulder and guides him inside with a smile.

They took an elevator to a couple of floors up, and then stopped in front of a door. "We will be meeting together in the dorm. The four guys who live here should be back soon from the company. I'm going to get the other four boys, and then you can finally meet them. Are you okay with that?" He asked as he unlocked the door. Kai let out a shuddery breath.

"Um, yeah, meeting my idols and inspirations makes me a bit nervous, but I think I'll be okay," stuttered Kai. The manager smiled and patted his head reassuringly. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine. From what I've learned, you're just like them," he said with a nod before walking away.

Kai stepped hesitantly into the unlocked dorm and found it a bit messy, but not an eyesore.

He was instructed to wait, but being alone, he didn't know what to do with himself.

He sits awkwardly on the couch, panicking and holding his stomach, the nervous bubbles brewing inside making him sick, but he knows it's just anxiety and nervousness.

As he hears a thumping sound on the nearby wall, he jumps and turns towards it to ensure that he is just imagining things and there is no one present. He doesn't feel mentally and physically prepared to face any of them without the presence of the manager.

As he heard the sound again, he stood up slowly and cautiously walked to the end of the hall. He listened closely, wondering if the dorm wasn't empty and someone was present. His gut told him to ignore it, but he couldn't shake the feeling that one of the boys who lived there might need help. However, he didn't want to just barge into their room, and knocking felt awkward.

He reaches the center of the hallway and pauses, listening to a sound emanating from his left. He notices that one of the doors is ajar.

He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist his curiosity, so he peeks through the slightly open door. The door opens to the right, revealing a wall and part of a closet.

Kai could hear two voices coming from inside the room, but he couldn't recognize who they were. He decided to ignore them and stay hidden. Suddenly, two figures appeared near the slightly open door, directly in front of Kai's sight. If they looked over, they would easily spot Kai.

He covered his mouth with his hand as his eyes widened and he trembled.

He now saw clearly that Bang Chan had pinned Lee Felix to the wall. Felix’s eyes were closed and his mouth opened wide as Chan was buried in the other's neck.

Kai observed the older male biting his neck and realized they weren't just kissing.

Kai was watching them fuck on the wall.

Kai blushed brightly and averted his gaze, moving away from the open door to stand against the wall. He kept his hand over his mouth, out of sight.

What the fuck just happened? Are they doing what he thinks he saw?

Felix was in the middle of a moan when he choked on a gasp as Chan bit him hard and stuttered, "Ah! H-Hyung, M-Manager-nim said he's bringing the..." Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a gasp. "T-The new guy here soon," he continued. Chan, who was listening patiently, replied, "Yes, that's exactly what he said. He mentioned that the new member would arrive shortly. So, let me finish what I started." it sounded like he was still kissing the younger's neck.

He stood still, gazing down at the floor in front of him, trembling but not taking a step.

Why are you not moving? You are not supposed to be here! You should not be listening to this!

Kai remained frozen as his eyes fixated on the keychain attached to his bag, the realization hitting him as hard as a bus.

Chan is fucking Felix…

Holy Shit, Chan is fucking Felix?!?!

His face turns red and he steps back in fear when the floor creaks beneath his feet.

“What was that?” He heard Felix whine, assuming Chan stopped moving.

“I don't know," he hears him mumble. Then he calls out, "Is someone there?

Kai's eyes were fixated on the rug lying in front of him. He felt a surge of panic rising within him and struggled to control his heavy breathing. His hand was still clasped over his mouth as if trying to hold back from making any noise. Despite his best efforts to calm down, his heart was pounding loudly in his chest, making it hard for him to think straight.

As he utters a shaky "Hello?", his body tenses up and his eyes dart around the room frantically. Gradually, he regains his composure and straightens up, taking a deep breath. A wave of relief washes over him as he realizes that Chan didn't peek out into the hallway to see him. His chest loosens up and he feels a sense of calm settling in.

He hears Felix release a muffled gasp. The dancer looking at Chan with wide eyes when he didn’t recognize the voice. “Who are you? When did you get here?”

To say the situation didn’t spur Chan on would be a lie as he moved slightly and Felix smacked him. “Uh… I-I’m MinLee Kai…Y-Your group's new member. U-Uh, Y-Your manager j-just dropped m-me off.”

A strangled moan melting into a gasp had Kai’s eyes widen. Are they still going? While I’m talking to them??

Chan smiled and dropped his head to Felix’s shoulder who wrapped his arms around the older male's neck tightly as spurts of cum get on both their abdomens and drip down his length.

Kai's voice trembled as he spoke, "A-Are you guys Okay?" His eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of movement. He realized he had made a mistake by using the phrase "you guys" when Chan was the only one who had spoken so far. He felt his heart race as he asked, "How do you know if there's someone else here?" Panic set in, and Kai's mind raced as he contemplated his next move. He knew he was in trouble and he had no idea what to do next.

“Come here.” “W-What?” “You saw, didn’t you?” “S-Saw what? I-I just got here.”

In the middle of their conversation, they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the front door creaking open. Startled, he immediately turned around to investigate and noticed that the door to the room the two were in had been shut. The suddenness of the interruption left Kai feeling awkward. Did Chan seriously ask him to join?

“Kai? Oh, there you are. What are you doing down there?” The manager asks as Kai watches the other guys walk in. “U-Um, s-sorry, I was curious of what the rest of-of the place looked. I-I’m sorry if I over stepped.” Kai stuttered heavily and he saw what looked like a look of sympathy from Jisung.

“It’s okay. Come, let’s sit on the couch, I couldn’t find Chan and Felix though, you boys know where they are?” They shake their heads as Kai sits on the other long portion of the couch with the manager.

Suddenly both of them walk out from down the hall and Kai looks up from his hands, making eye contact with Chan before lookin at his hands.

He could see his eyes were still glossed over with a strong emotion as he sat closest to Kai, they sat in age order and Kai’s nervousness grew tenfold. He’s sitting with his inspiration but he also just saw Chan and Felix.

His mouth suddenly became dry and his breathing picked up. He was overwhelmed, thinking of everything and nothing, he was scared.

Even though eye contact with him was weird, he looked at Chan who wore an expression of concern. “Are you okay?” he saw his lips move and looked around to see the others expressions.

“W-Where’s the bathroom?” The manager placed a hand on his shoulder and pointed across from them. Kai got up and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door closed and leaning against it before sinking to sit on his heels.

He’s panicking, freaking out, nothing is processing, he’s overwhelmed.

A knock cuts through his thoughts and he hears Jisung. “Kai?” He inhales shakily and chokes out a reply. “I think I know what you’re going through and I’m sorry.” “W-Why are you a-apologizing?” “I-I just feel bad that you got to this point. I don’t know exactly what got you this way but it’s okay. I heard you know us so you should know we won’t hurt you, you know that right?”

Yeah, they were his comfort, the people he watched when he had a bad day, a bad practice, they cheered him up.

He stood up and opened the door, wiping his eyes and being greeted by a smiling Jisung who slowly opens his arms.

Kai shyly walks into them and hugs him back. His thoughts slow down and he relaxes into Jisung’s shoulder where his head sat. “I never thought I’d get a hug from any of you in my life.” He chuckles softly as he pulls back.

He walks back to sit next to the manager again, he looks at Chan, freezing slightly before apologizing. A barely noticeable wink from Chan before he said it was okay had Kai internally jump in his skin. He knows Kai thought as they carried on with getting to know Kai more.

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After introductions and Kai learning more about the boys, learning more than Stays have ever known, they realize they talked well into the night.

Although they have drivers, they didn’t want Kai to go alone, already grown to liking the male. They’ve learned he’s older than Changbin but younger than Minho.

He goes to go to the front door with the manager when he’s stopped. “Do you want to stay in one of our dorms? You’re fun to be around and I wanna know more about you.” Jisung asked as he held his arm.

“It’s okay, Kai. Do you want me to get clothes from your roommate or?” “No, I’m fine with my hoodie and jeans.” “Nonsense, I have extra sweats.” “Oh, I-I don’t…” He went to turn to Chan but he was already back to his room.

“Have a good night. Good night boys.” Variations of ‘good night sir’ came from the others when Chan came back.

“I-I appreciate the sweats but…” “What’s wrong?” “I-It’s embarrassing…” “Embarrassing?” “I-I’m… commando…under these…th-that’s w-why I denied the clothes, I thought it was inappropriate so I was just gonna deal with the jeans since w-we just met a-and I just feel awkward…uh, not wearing anything…with your clothes…”

After Kai’s embarrassing rant, all Chan does is smile before lowering the waist band of his own pants. “Just so you know cause you’ll learn at some point, most of us are commando when we’re dressed for sleep.” “I-I…th-that’s crazy to know now but I just feel wrong.”

Kai goes to push the sweats back to Chan but he insists. “It’s okay, I promise.” He says again and the blonde watches Chan give him a stern look but shocks Chan when the older sees that it didn’t work. Is Kai like him?

“Fine…Only cause my zipper is sharp...” he mutters and takes the clothing to the bathroom.

He does his business and puts the sweat pants on, a little bit jittery that he’s wearing his biases clothing. Inside his fanboying so hard and he’s honestly so happy to be given this opportunity.

He leaves the bathroom, asking where he can put his jeans before Chan once again offers and takes them to the laundry room then comes back out with a pillow a blanket.

“If it’s okay, you can sleep on the couch. Thought it might be awkward to suggest rooming with one of us.” Kai smiles and takes both objects and sets them next to him. “Thank you.”

Chan sat on his other side and stayed there. Even as the other members left for their rooms or the Maknae’s and Minho went to their dorm to go to bed.

Kai had laid down at some point with the pillow he was given and dozed off to a video on his phone.

He could still hear the tv and other noises as he imagined things in the void behind his eyelids.

His small dreams were interrupted when he heard whispering. “H-Hyung- Chan, No, he’s right there.” When did Felix come back? What were they doing?

“I swear he was there earlier with us, the only difference is that he’s next to us.” Chan said as he continued to kiss Felix’s neck and bring him closer. “That’s the problem. He shouldn’t know about us.” Us? Is it just them or all of them?

“He’ll find out eventually. Some of us can’t go five hours without needing some stimulation.” Chan mutters into the dancers neck. “Wanna know something?” “What now?” “Kai told me that he was commando under his jeans.” “Okay, and?” “He’s currently only wearing my sweats.” Chan smirks as he finally gets Felix in his lap and kisses his cheek.

“Really?” He asked curiously. “Yeah, why don’t you see for yourself.” “What?!” He whispered, staring at Chan in shock that he’d even suggest it. “Chan, you crazy?! He just got here.” Kai moves to lay on his back. He’s yelling at himself for even thinking about moving but honestly the thought has crossed his mind, I mean, come on…

Stray Kids is fucking attractive.

“Aw, look. He’s presenting himself.” “Cunt, he’s moving to get more comfortable. He’s asleep, idiot.” “Come on, Lix.” Chan kissed his cheek, his hands rubbing up his sides softly when footsteps were heard and Jisung appears, a little groggy. “If you do anything, be as quiet as possible.” “Of course, Sungie.” Chan says with a smile and the rapper nods, not completely coherent as he goes back to his room.

Jisung knows what’s going on?

He suddenly has the urge to jerk when he feels a hand at the hem of his hoodie and it gets raised up. Light fingers graze his toned stomach before going to his waistband. “That’s it, Lix.”

Felix huffs and gets off his lap, shoving him away as he giggles and watches the boy settle at a better angle to sit on his heels and hesitantly pull down the waist band and expose Kai who resisted the urge to react and continue to act asleep.

“H-He’s already half hard…” Felix mutters and reaches his finger up to drag it from the tip to the base, his dick twitching slightly.

“Go on, Felix. Have fun with the newbie.” Chan said in a smooth casual tone as he leaned back and watched him wrap a hand around Kai from over Felix’s shoulder and the younger took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip before going over the slit and back to licking.

“That’s it, good Lixie.” Chan praised and got up behind Felix. Felix pulled off the tip and looked at his hand. “Shit, he’s big.” “How big?” “M-More than…all of us…Fuck.” “Really?” Chan asked shocked as he combed his hand through Felix’s hair.

Kai’s breath hitched when Felix went back on and further then his tip, trying to fit as much as he could. “Aw, look.” Felix didn’t pull off but looked up to see Kai’s chest rising and falling rapidly. Felix exhaled slowly through his nose before slowly sinking further down, a triumphant whine mixed with a moan escaping him when he managed to take all of Kai in and his nose reached his pelvis.

“Good Job, Lixie. Who would’ve thought you could still take a new cock.” He hums and rubs against the couch below him.

Felix adjusted a bit before finally moving his head up and down. Kai tried to be faking sleep a little longer before he let out a breathy grunt and opened his eyes, looking down at Felix before looking at Chan who smirked. “Look who’s awake.” “F-Fuck.” He sighs and puts his head back on the pillow. His hands twitching next to him before his right hand was grabbed by Chan and placed on Felix’s head.

“It’s okay.” Chan reassured and Kai pants slightly, staring at Chan for a moment before grunting, slowly moving to lean back on his left elbow and grip the dancers hair after combing his fingers though it to grab the long stands a pull him closer.

“Fuck…ing hell…I-I don’t know w-what’s ha-happening but a-as a fan, I-I’m freaking out, ah shit!” Felix has his eyes closed, enjoying the cock resting heavily on his tongue as he licks a vein before moving to the slit. “Why’s that?” Chan smirks as he moves Felix to his knees and removes his shorts before removing his own sweats.

“M-My b-bias wrecker is…” He’s cut off with a whine before he grips Felix’s hair tighter, pulling him impossibly closer. “Fuuck~ swallowing my dick, how else am I-I supposed to react?” He pants and almost falls backwards off his arm when Felix digs his nails into Kai’s legs, constricting his throat which squeezes around his tip.

“Who’s your bias?” Kai smirks, he voice suddenly a stark smoothness as he holds Felix’s head down and his eyes stare directly into Chan’s eyes. “Looks like he’s about to fuck the wrecker.”

Chan laughs and enters Felix, leaning over him and pushing his back down. “Usually your place is taken by one of the others but look at his throat.” Chan wraps a hand around Felix’s neck and can feel it bulging, his comment going unheard by Kai as he exhales sharply and throws his head back. “I can feel you through it.” He squeezes his neck slightly and Chan groans, feeling Kai’s dick a little more from the outside and the male can feel the squeeze on his end too.

“I-Is he the only one?” Kai asked and Felix was feeling dizzy. “Shit.” Felix whines and tightened his throat. “Does he always act like this when he’s ignored?” “Yeah, but someday you should feel how he reacts from this end. Maybe even tonight.” Kai moans quietly and throws his head back again. “And no, if you like his, just wait for Hyunjin’s.”

“Oh fuck.” Kai whimpers loudly over Chan speaking and holds Felix’s head from bobbing and shoots down his throat. “Take it, Lix. Don’t stop.” Chan said as he himself went faster, hitting all the right spots in Felix as he pulled off of Kai and rested his cheek on his thigh. “Ah~ Ah~ H-Hyung, G-Gonna- ngh~ Please, I wanna c-cum please.” Kai thought he was just asking in general before Chan gripped his hair and made Felix look at Kai.

His eyes were filled with tears and his face flushed red, Kai always thought his freckles were cute but add the lewd look on his face, his tongue hanging out and saliva all over his mouth almost had Kai wanting to cum again. “I don’t know, Kai. Should he cum?” Kai looked back up to the older male with a shocked expression. “You go dom, right?” He grinned and stopped thrusting into Felix who whines. “P-Please~ K-Kai…” Felix begs breathlessly and Kai can’t take it.

“Fuck…No, I kinda wanna see how long he can go.” Chan smiles and pulls out of Felix who whines, it almost sounding like he’d start crying. “No…” He weakly protests, in this state, Kai finds his accent even more attractive.

“Wanna know more about Lixie?” Kai thoughtlessly nods and Chan reached forward, a hand going to the front of his neck as he pulls him up to sit back on Chan lap. Kai has to be dreaming, there’s no way in hell that his favorite members of his favorite group are currently in front of him, Chan holding Felix up by his neck, both half naked, with Chan’s free hand resting on Felix’s hip and Felix’s hands were clinging to Chan’s wrists.

“Hell, never thought I’d be in this position.” Felix stayed staring at the ceiling while catching his breath, leaning his head back against the closest part of Chan near him which was his shoulder. “Like it?” “U-Uh, Y-yeah…Yeah, I actually do…” Kai panted and laid back down for a moment as his chest slowed down to a less rapid speed.

“Kai.” Chan muttered and the blonde looked up, moving back to one of his elbows as he pushes a hand through his hair. “Huh?” “Lix, why don’t you be a good kitty and ride Kai?” Chan whispered loud enough and Kai watched Felix shudder with a breathless moan.

Chan takes Kai’s hand a places it where his hand was, leaving Kai in charge of Felix now. Kai turns his wrist, making Felix follow as he sat up and had Felix sit with his back facing him. “Wow, you seem like a natural.” “A-Actually, I-I’m new to being a dom…none of my o-old partners were into it, although it was just two.”

“Well, you’re good. Got him in that position faster than i’ve ever seen.” “H-Hyungs~” Felix whines and Chan smirks. “Go ahead, Kai.” He said giddily as he stood up and moved in front of Felix. Kai rubbed the smaller males hips before guiding his tip to Felix’s hole before pulling him down slowly. “Put it all in, he can take it.” Chan said before noticing his hesitance and pushing on Felix’s shoulders to make him sink all the way down in one move. “Shit, Kai is so big~ Ah~”

Felix leaned back against Kai with a content sigh and laced his hands with Kai’s to bring his arms to wrap around him. “Lix, I know you are trying to get comfortable but I want your mouth, lean forward again.” He huffs and throws his head back against Kai’s shoulder before letting go of his arms slight before leaning forward and looking up at Chan. “Cun- mm!” Felix was about to cuss at him when suddenly Chan shut him up with his cock. “You and that word, I swear.” Chan said through gritted teeth and clenched his fist in Felix’s hair when he playful bit him slightly. “D-Did he just-“ “Bite me? Yeah, he’s a twerp.” Chan replied and started using his throat.

Felix moved his hands to rest on Kai’s thighs that are between his own spread legs and gripped them, he was told to ride, so he will.

At first he rocked back and forth, feeling as yet another dick shaped him and stuffed him full. Chan was about to remind Felix when Kai beat him to the reins. “I thought Chan-Hyung said to ride me?” He said as he grabbed Felix’s hips and started thrusting right into the sensitive numb inside him that made him see stars.

His moans where interrupted with every thrust from both ends. Kai grabs his arms to pull them behind him as leverage for each thrust he’d pull Felix closer, going impossibly deeper. Suddenly he’s being pushed further down onto Kai and the cock in his throat goes deeper as Chan leaned over him, surprising Kai when he looks up from watching Felix bounce and his dick disapearing each time to suddenly be kissing Chan.

They don’t fight one another, their power equal as they make out and the both of them swallow each others noises when Kai yelps in shock and pulls away to look down when Felix stopped bouncing and Kai’s cock was all the way inside him, Felix clenched at being ignored and treated like nothing but a fuck thing apparently as he too came and tried his hardest to keep moving for Chan to finally release down his throat.

Felix pulls off of Chan and also most falls forward before Kai noticed, letting go of his arms to wrap an arm around his chest and around his stomach to pull him back and onto his chest.

“Felix?” Kai looked over him, his eyes were fluttering and soft moans escaped him as his hips rocked back and forth. “Ah, don’t- Hey…” Kai stutters, suddenly sensitive as he watched Chan lean closer to Felix.

“Lixie, bubby, come back.” Chan gently moves Felix to close his legs, Kai spreading his so Felix’s legs could sit comfortably between them as they pulled Felix back to reality.

Kai rubbed gentle circles onto the males abs and stomach under Felix’s soiled shirt, his thumb of his other hand moved back and forth softly over his collarbone. “Lixie, you there? You know where you are?” He closes his eyes and inhales deeply before practically melting back into Kai and releases a moan before panting.

“F-Felix?” Kai asks and he hums, turning his head into Kai’s neck. “Where are you?” “H-Home…” “You know who your with?” “Chan and Kai-Hyung…” He says breathlessly as he whines and tried to cuddle closer to Kai before he whines when he moves wrong, Kai still nestled inside him.

“Can I touch you, Kai? To help?” Chan asked and Kai deadpans. “Are you really asking that?” “Touché.” He said as Kai helped lift Felix and Chan slowly helped Kai out of Felix.

“Hold on.” Chan said suddenly when just his tip remains and he grabs his underwear and runs to his room, returning immediately after with a plug and removing Kai completely only to replace him with the plug as Felix whines and finally was able to freely move to curl into Kai’s chest while he looks at Chan with a questioning look he didn’t know he was giving. “He likes to be full.” He said casually.

“I know you were told that you could take the couch but you can go to Felix’s room if you’d like. Seems like he’s gonna cling to you tonight.” Chan smiles and helps to gently put Felix’s underwear back on and replace his messy shirt with his hoodie.

Kai tried to stand Felix up to dress himself as well but his legs were weak as he immediately fell into Chan’s arms who smiled and kissed the top of his head while Kai got his sweats back on.

Kai took the younger from Chan and picked him up, situating his legs around him and he was about to leave when Chan put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around to kiss him again deeply, playfully biting his lip before laughing and smiling at Kai as he walks next door to the other dorm, Felix burrowing further into Kai’s neck at the cold hallway and tightening his arms around his neck and whining out incoherent words.

Surprisingly, the other dorm is unlocked and his concern was answered when he saw Minho on the couch. “Finally, I can go to sleep without leaving the door unlocked.” He mutter but smiles at Felix in Kai’s arms. “He okay?” “Yeah. Exhausted but he’s okay.” “Why was the door open and your out here?” “I knew Felix hadn’t come back yet and whenever he’s over there, one of them bring him back. Didn’t know it was gonna be you though.” He’s making it sound like Felix just fell asleep at the other dorm. Is it just Felix and Chan? Do the others not know?

“I’m gonna go put him in his room. Goodnight, Minho.” “Goodnight, Kai.”

He follows Minho to the bedrooms and turns into the room Minho pointed to and he heart flutters when he sees Felix’s room is almost exactly how he pictured it to be. He walks over to the bed and moved the blanket to put Felix under them but he holds onto the other. “Stay…” He mumbles softly. “I am a stay.” Kai chuckles but moves to lay with him nonetheless as Felix whines and pulls him closer, grumbling at the cheesy joke before clinging to Kai.

He has no idea what just happened and how he got to this point but he’s surprisingly not surprised. He’s a bit prideful that he’s the only Stay the got to seem them like that.

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Holy Shit, He fucked Felix and Kissed Chan…and saw them naked…Damn…

Yay, First One with the members done. Honestly really proud, i’ve never written such detailed smut before. I hope you like it.